#man i’m so. fuck i hate him so shitty fucking much!! there’s not enough swear swords to describe it
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crushmeeren · 3 months ago
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࿐ okay little bats! this is part one of vampire week! shinsou is up first, inumaki’s version can be found here.
࿐ master list link ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆
⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ biting, blood play, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, sadism/masochism ish?, mild body horror (I think, correct me if I’m wrong).
⋆ ⬪ please keep in mind in case it triggers you, hitoshi and reader save someone from being assaulted. It’s not at all graphic and is over in a split second, but I wanted to warn you just in case!
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┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Hitoshi is the only other vampire that works at the bar with you. In fact, you’re two of the only vamps in town. It’s kind of isolating, but you have each other to lean on. You’ve resisted sleeping with him for fear of losing you’re only vampire companion, but when the shitty drunk regular takes it too far you and Hitoshi decide to…. “take care of him”. And each other.
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“Oi! I’m talkin’ to ya, fuckin’ blood sucker. Gimme ‘nother rum and whiskey!” The drunkard slams his empty glass down onto the sticky wooden bar top, words slurring incomprehensibly as he orders incorrectly. Fucking idiot.
You swallow the snarl building in the back of your throat at his pathetic attempt to insult you. As if a low life, alcoholic human could rattle you. You grit your teeth enough to make them creak under the pressure, and you barely hold back from crushing the glass your currently drying off.
You swear, if one more trashed bastard pisses you off, you’re tearing this bar apart and draining them all of their blood. Consequences be damned.
You glance at the clock on the wall above you and sigh deeply.
You wonder where the hell Hitoshi is, because it’d be real damn nice if he were to show up on time for his shift, but the probability of that happening in this lifetime is slim to none.
Regardless, the annoying man behind you, who’s started to shake the ice in his glass obnoxiously, is unfortunately a paying customer. You take a fortifying breath to calm the furious simmer in your belly and twirl around to face said idiot.
You shoot the regular, Tom, with your fakest smile, taking care to display the full length of your razor blade like fangs. After all, you do want to remind him who he’s speaking to, and that you’re quite able to rip the head from his shoulders if you see fit.
The teasing imagery of your daydream about it makes the predator in you twitch in anticipation.
“You want a double whiskey on the rocks with coke, right Tom?” Your voice drips with condescension as you correct his order, tone sickly sweet in a way that’s so obviously insincere.
Tom’s stare flickers down to your teeth briefly before returning to your face, sniffing once and straightening his spine.
“S’what I said, ain’t it?”
Your lips quirk briefly.
“Sure thing.”
Your expression falls flat as you turn to the rows of liquor behind you and begin making his drink. To your unending frustration, Tom begins to speak once more. He spews his hate at your back, tone conveying false bravado now that he’s not face to face with a vampire.
“Ya know, you’d be awfully pr’tty if you weren’t a vamp,” he spits the last word as if it’s a curse. “Maybe if ya wore smaller shorts, I’d bend ya ov’r the bar right here doll.”
The undead heart in your chest would be jackrabbiting in rage if you were still alive.
You whip around with a face like thunder, slamming the glass onto the bar top hard enough it splinters with cracks. Tom’s mouth drops open and the potent scent of fear clouds around you.
With your lip curled and tension crackling in the air, you lean across the bar into Tom’s space, eyes itching to fade to complete black and tear him a new asshole when a deep voice pipes up from your left.
“Aw Tom, I didn’t know you were into men. I’m flattered really, I am, but I just love pussy too much,” Hitoshi chimes in, coming to a stand still by your side and placing a hand on his chest in fake endearment.
Your eyes widen in surprise, fading back to their normal color, and flicker over to Hitoshi. You slowly unclench your fingers from the glass in relief when you realize it’s your friend coming to your aid.
Tom’s face turns bright red and splotchy, mouth twisting in anger. “I was talkin’ bout her, ya fu—,”
Hitoshi cuts him off.
“You said if she “wasn’t a vamp”, right? Well I’m one too, so seems to me like you’re implying that if I wore booty shorts you’d bend me over this bar just the same.” Hitoshi taps the wood with his knuckles and grins lazily as Tom stutters over his words, becoming even more enraged.
Tom glances at you before seemingly deciding he’s got no rebuttal and won’t win this fight. He snatches the whiskey and coke from the bar top before glaring at Hitoshi with a look that could kill. But, as usual, Hitoshi remains cool and unbothered.
“Fuck you, Shinsou.” With that, Tom scurries back to his table of dumbasses and you raise an eyebrow at Hitoshi, grinning in satisfaction and failing to hold back your snort of laughter.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me?” Hitoshi calls after him, raising his voice enough that other patrons look at him curiously. Tom doesn’t spare Hitoshi another look. You laugh harder, hand coming to rest on your fellow vampires shoulder, and Hitoshi smiles at you in amusement, lids lowering slightly with affection.
“Thanks,” you say through a laugh, wiping a fake tear from your eye. “He’s such a fucking idiot, we aren’t even the only supernatural creatures in this town. I don’t know why he singles us out.”
“He probably wants to be a vampire and secretly loathes himself for it. Or he just wishes he could be as pretty as you.” Hitoshi gently bumps his shoulder with yours, playfully smirking. You roll your eyes, but the echo of what you remember butterflies to be, flutters in your belly.
You roughly jab his stomach with your elbow and watch as he pretends to curl over with a fake gasp of pain.
“I think you may be the one who’s an idiot, Hitoshi.”
“So rude! I saved your ass from having to sleep with vamphobic Tom!”
“Vamphobic?” You ask incredulously, then scoff. “You say that as if I don’t have the strength to drink all his blood and rip him to shreds without flinching. Are you doubting me?”
Hitoshi sends a smug half smile your way, one sharp fang poking out over his bottom lip. “Nah, but I’d enjoy watching that play out more than I should, if you know what I mean. My pants would be way too tight for the interview I’d have to give to the police afterwards about why you murdered someone.”
You ignore his nasty, but not unwanted comment, playfully baring your fangs and punching him in the shoulder before commanding him to get back to work. Hitoshi does, but not before sending you a wink. His relentless flirting would make you blush to the tips of your pointy ears if you still retained that ability.
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After that, Tom doesn’t bother you directly for the rest of the night. And he avoids Shinsou like the plague, going to your very much human coworker at the bar to satiate his alcoholism. He does keep sending you searing glares, but you could not give less of a fuck if you tried.
You’d ban him if the owner would allow you, but he’s a human who’s standoffish towards supernatural creatures on a good day, and he rightfully assumes you can take care of yourself.
Which, to be fair, you can, but it’s the principle of allowing someone to treat you so shitty and letting him get away with it that bothers you. Even if you are a vampire.
With an annoyed huff, you at least attempt to look friendly as you set down a drink for another customer, grabbing their offered money and handing them change before they walk away.
You lean your hip against the bar and cross your arms, taking advantage of the lull to study Hitoshi as he works along side you. You notice that he’s still unfairly handsome when viewing him from the side and you can see just how tall the fucker is. Your gaze traces the long lean line of his body and how deft fingers mix drinks without spilling a drop.
You frown in some sort of misplaced jealousy when he teases his current customer and makes her giggle, sending her a cat like grin that has her blushing. Hitoshi must feel you burning holes into the side of his skull, because he turns to you after she leaves and wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You frown even harder and switch your attention to refilling the ice underneath the bar. You make your way to the back and locate the ice machine, the biting cold not affecting you in the slightest as you scoop the frozen cubes it into a bucket. Your skin’s only a couple degrees warmer anyways, if that.
It doesn’t surprise you when your thoughts start wander as you complete the mindless task. You recall how you met Hitoshi when you moved to town a couple years ago, longing to be free of the big city and closer to the vast wilderness.
You’d ventured into a little diner in town that serves supernatural creatures exclusively, and you’d ended up sitting next to the handsome man at the bar, too absorbed in your own world to realize you’d sat down next to another vampire.
Hitoshi had instantly noticed that you were of the same species, introducing himself with a lazy smile and mentioning he was surprised to meet another vamp in town. Especially someone new because there were so few of you around here.
You’d ended up chatting with him until the sun threatened to rise and incinerate both of you. You had exchanged numbers and eventually he offered to secure you a spot at the bar he worked at. He said that they were friendlier to vampires than most of the other bars in town, and that you’d earn pretty decent money there.
When you stared at him in shock and asked why, he just shrugged and smiled knowingly, saying “vamps have to stick together, right?”
You’d had a fat fucking crush on him since then. But, begrudgingly, you’d decided not to do anything about it. The risk wouldn’t be worth losing such a pillar in your life because you spend too much time daydreaming about sitting on Hitoshi’s cock.
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The rest of the evening passes smoothly. Tom managed to leave without a scene, and now you’re closing down the bar with Hitoshi. You’ve checked off almost every chore of cleaning up front, finishing up with mopping the sticky floor, and Hitoshi was in the back. You can hear him loudly counting the cash from the registers before he deposits it in the safe hidden in the managers office.
You had just gotten done pouring the filthy mop water down the drain when Hitoshi snuck up behind you and dug his fingers into your ribs. You shoot up straight with a yelp, eyes shifting to pitch black and nails sharpening into points as you spin and try to claw at the face of your assailant.
Hitoshi ducks with a laugh, easily avoiding the assault and hopping backwards out of your reach. A warning rumbles lowly in your chest and you sneer at the sneaky vamp. He doesn’t rise to the bait, just tilts his head back in delighted laughter as you click your tongue behind your teeth in annoyance.
You crack your neck and allow your features to return to what they once were and roll your eyes so hard you think they may get stuck in your skull.
“You’re such a dick Hitoshi!” You complain, ready to send him flying through the wall if he keeps it up.
“C’mon,” he taunts. “You don’t normally let me sneak up behind you like that.” He saunters up close to you now that the threat of his eyeballs being ripped out has disappeared. “Something on your mind?” Hitoshi tilts his head to stare down at you, eyes glinting in a way that tells you he probably has an idea of what you were distracted by.
You purse your lips and slip past Hitoshi to get to your locker and gather your things. You vehemently remind yourself that Hitoshi cannot actually read your mind, and there’s no way in hell you’re admitting to your silly daydream of him fucking you on the bar top, fangs embedded deep in your throat.
“No,” you emphasize as you slam your locker shut. “I’m just starving, that’s all.”
“Uh huh, sure.”
“I am,” you insist, staking him with your best glare.
He smirks, pretending to be nonchalant as he stretches his arms above his head.
“Well since you’re practically withering away from starvation, do you want to get a bite to eat with me before the sun comes up?”
Your eyes narrow. “Were you planning on heading out to the forest?”
“Yep,” he confirms, popping the p and dropping his arms to his sides.
You debate it, but ultimately you agree to go with him, as long as you hurry because there’s only a couple hours left until sun rise. Hitoshi replies with a “yes mother,” and gestures for you to go first, looking entirely too smug, and follows closely behind you as you exit the bar, locking it before you leave.
The forest isn’t far, and with how fast the two of you are, you’re there in seconds and lingering at the edge of the tree line. Your limbs tingle with adrenaline the way they always do right before going on a hunt with Hitoshi.
“Ready slow poke?” He jokes, eyes crinkling as he grins widely and shifts into a stance that will allow him to take off like a shot.
You scoff but smile nonetheless. “You’re not going to win this race Toshi.”
“We’ll see. Loser has to mop the front for the next week?”
Before you can protest, Hitoshi is gone. You curse and take off after him, a delighted peal of laughter leaving you once you catch up and witness him tripping over a branch.
You catch your first animal before he does, effectively crowning you the winner of the bet.
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You’re borderline painfully full and extremely satiated as you and Hitoshi make your way back into town.
You had somewhat tried not to make a mess of yourself, but had given up after drinking your first animal made you giddy. Blood now stains your mouth and chin, dying your neck a deep red and soaks your clothes. Your hands and arms also look as if they’ve been dunked in red paint.
Hitoshi doesn’t fair much better, and you find your gaze lingering on him for far longer than is comfortable.
It’s difficult to ignore the way your lower belly swirls with arousal when Hitoshi looks so high from the hunt. Eyes wide and wild as he runs a hand through his hair and paints it crimson. You swallow drily when his lips stretch into a manic grin.
The two of you chatter excitedly, trekking back through town towards the direction of your respective homes. There’s no need for a car when you can run everywhere.
You make it close to a hundred feet from the bar when the sounds of a struggle make your ears perk up, clothes rustling and a faint sobbing cutting through the air. You freeze in place, sharing a concerned look with Hitoshi as he does the same.
“You hear that?” You whisper, and Hitoshi nods.
“Yeah, it sounds like…” Hitoshi trails off as he strains to listen, head jerking back in surprise and eyes widening. “It fucking sounds like Tom!”
Your jaw drops open. “Holy shit, it is! What the fuck is he doing?” You hiss, nails resharpening and eyes fading black until no white remains. One peak at Hitoshi shows his body reacting the exact same.
Within a second, you and Hitoshi are at the entrance to the alleyway by the bar, a gust of wind being propelled down the alley as you skid to a stop.
You find Tom, the bar regular, pinning a petrified women to the brick wall. He’s got a knife pressed to her throat as tears stream down her face. The bitter scent of her fear is so strong your nose scrunches, and her racing pulse pounds in your ears.
Tom’s other hand is tugging the sleeve of her shirt over her shoulder, but stops as he turns to the alley entrance in annoyance at the sudden disturbance.
He drops the knife in shock when he notices just who has interrupted him, his own heart skipping a beat or two as he takes you in.
You know the moon and street lamps must paint you and Hitoshi in a terrifying light. The two of you look as if you’ve just returned from a massacre. Eyes soulless and calculating, black veins branching out to your temples and down your cheeks.
Tom gasps once he catches a real look at you, frantically taking a few steps back from the women who appears as if she’s stopped breathing to seem invisible. She trembles, nails grating against the brick wall behind as she silently slides down to sit in the gravel.
“W-what the fuck are you two doing here?” Tom stutters, instinctively shifting so his back is facing away from the looming threat. You grin, a sick sense of satisfaction swelling in your stomach, and the lingering bloodlust of hunting down your prey makes your fingers twitch. You can help this lady and scare the hell out of Tom at the same time.
Before Tom can blink, you’re standing in front of him, gripping his throat and digging your nails in as you lift him until he’s on the very tips of his toes.
“Aw,” you say with a fake pout. “What’s the matter Tom, not happy to see us? Ha, you’re scared of Toshi and I, aren’t you? But why? We’re just a couple of filthy fucking vamps after all,” you sneer, nails piercing his skin and sending rivulets of blood down his throat. He scrambles to hang onto your wrist, vigorously shaking his head no as his face turns red.
Hitoshi appears next to you. “What the fuck were you doing to that poor lady Tom?” He smiles with a crazed look in his eyes, clearly a beast playing with its food. “You aren’t hurting her, are you? Cuz that’d make me awfully angry if you were.”
Tom tries to speak, but you squeeze your hand against his trachea and he chokes, wheezing pitifully. He looks terrified, and you’re pretty sure you could get off from it.
“N-no! Fuckin’ let me go!” Tom tries to wriggle free, hand coming up to try and swing at you but he misses and it makes you giggle. You cock your head, eyes alight with excitement.
“Too bad we don’t believe you. You’re the scum on the bottom of my shoe, Tom.”
“Should we kill him?” Hitoshi asks aloud, just to make Tom squirm. Said man’s face loses all its color when you take longer than necessary to pretend to consider it.
“Mm, no, not this time,” you finally answer. Hitoshi pouts when you glance at him. “But we can hurt him,” you reassure, bloodlust pulsating to down your toes. You turn back to Tom and speak in a tone that surely has the hair on the back of his neck standing up. “If either of us catches you at the bar again, I promise you’ll die by the hands of a fucking blood sucker. Do you understand me?”
Tom nods so fast you think his neck might snap.
With a flick of your wrist you’re flinging Tom down the alley way until he collides with the corner of a metal dumpster. His skull hits it with a loud crack, and he crumples to the ground in a heap. His hand flies to the back of his head as he cries out in pain, swaying as he pushes himself to stand on unsteady legs. He stares at you and Hitoshi like a deer in headlights, freezing momentarily before sprinting away with his tail tucked between his legs.
You sigh dejectedly through your nose, grinding your teeth to release some of the energy still blistering inside you, and Hitoshi tends to the sobbing woman nearby. She’s skittish as he helps her to her feet and guides her to her car. He offers to drive her to the hospital or to call the police, but she declines profusely, affirming she’ll go to the police station herself.
As much as she’s grateful, she’s clearly afraid of you and Hitoshi.
The entire ordeal has heat pooling between your legs. The fact that is was a real possibility that you could’ve beaten the shit out of Tom, and the leftover adrenaline from your hunt has your pussy clenching between your legs. You really want to rub your thighs together for some relief.
It doesn’t help in the slightest that Hitoshi seems to be just as worked up. He’s drumming his fingers on his thigh as he walks back to you, too restless to relax enough and allow his features to return to what they normally are, and you’re in the same boat.
“She okay?” You ask, fidgeting in place. You swallow a mouthful of cotton, clenching your jaw to root yourself in place and keep from flinging yourself at your long time friend.
“She’s fine, heading to the police now,” he says distractedly, not hiding the blatant way he drags his eyes up and down your body. The tension between you is thick, starting to blaze, and your frigid skin is a bit more flushed than normal.
Two years of pining is clawing at the back your throat, trying to escape. The way Hitoshi looks in the moonlight, looking as if he’s fucked out from the high of hunting, well, it makes your mouth water.
You’re about to pipe up and tell Hitoshi you need to leave. To go home and stuff yourself with your fingers until you cum picturing him, but then Hitoshi is in your space, crowding you and backing you into the brick wall until it scratches at your skin through your shirt.
You adamantly stare at Hitoshi’s blood soaked t-shirt as you become too shocked to move, but he settles one finger under your chin and applies enough pressure to force your head up to see his sly smile.
“I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I really wanna fuck you right now,” he murmurs lowly, other hand sliding down to sneak under the hem of your shirt and drag sharp nails over your side. “This is probably a terrible time to admit this, but fuck it.” He slips two fingers into your waistband and tugs you close. “I like you.”
The back of your skull knocks into brick when you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, arousal ringing through your bones and making your gums ache with the need to bite.
“I like you too, Hitoshi.“
“Yeah?” He drawls, voice smoky and hopeful as a satisfied smile worms its way onto his lips. He drags his nail from your chin down to the hollow of your throat, smoothing his other hand up your stomach and slipping beneath the hem of your bra up to roughly squeeze a handful of your tit.
Your lids flutter while you moan, running your tongue slowly from fang to fang, and Hitoshi tracks the movement with a dark hunger in his eyes.
“You gonna fuck me here in the alley Hitoshi? Where anyone could see?” You tease, fisting the front of his shirt with both hands.
The tension between you coils tight. tight. tight. as you slide your hands over his collarbone, up the back of his neck, and tangle in his soft hair. Hitoshi leans in closer, lips parting on a soft groan as he grabs your hips.
“That’s fucking right I am baby,” he whispers, lips barely brushing yours.
Hitoshi presses his mouth firmly to yours, kissing you hot and slick with a newfound desperation as your lips connect again and again.
One of your fangs catches on Hitoshi’s bottom lip and tears the skin open. He moans like a whore, chest rumbling as the blood consumed earlier has now had enough time to circulate through his veins and flow dark red down his chin. The urge to taste consumes you. You push forward to catch the blood with your tongue, lapping it off his chin with a lustful moan.
Hitoshi hisses, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck and yanks until your skull crashes into the wall, leaving a decent sized dent in its wake. You gasp his name, hands flying up to hold his forearms as he tilts your head to this side, the muscles in your neck straining unpleasantly.
Hitoshi makes a sound of understanding as something dawns on him, and he snickers a little.
“You want it to hurt, don’t you? My little masochist,” Hitoshi taunts, pressing the long line of his body against yours, and you whine. His cock is hard and straining against his zipper, digging harshly into your stomach. “Can I have a bite baby girl? Pretty please?” He teases, tongue dragging up the side of your neck and smearing his blood all over.
“Fuck!” You yelp, a sharp fang nicking you. “Please, yes, make it hurt Hitoshi,” you demand, anticipation making your toes curl in your shoes. He chuckles, ripping your shirt as he yanks it over your shoulder, and you have to fist his shirt again to anchor yourself.
Hitoshi holds you by the waist with one hand, tightens his hold on your hair, and presses a tender kiss to your collarbone before sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder.
His fangs slice through your skin like a hot knife to butter, and it hurts so. fucking. much.
Vamps are not meant to bite other vamps.
You scream, uncaring who hears, and your nails cut into Hitoshi’s biceps. The pain is hot and it flares brightly, radiating up to your jaw when Hitoshi sucks deeply. He moans and it vibrates throughout your shoulder.
You thrash in his unrelenting grip, a sob welling up in the back of your throat, but Hitoshi doesn’t let you move. Your pussy throbs, soaking your panties and Hitoshi’s cock keeps jerking in his jeans.
“Hitoshi,” you plead, voice hoarse. “I want you, so fucking bad. Please.” Hitoshi sucks once more to force a whimper out of you before retracting his teeth, the slick sensation of his teeth sliding free from the deep muscle inside your shoulder sends a jolt straight to your clit.
Blood pours from the the open wound on your neck, down your collarbone and the metallic scent makes your mouth water. Hitoshi releases your hair, lapping at the raw wound a few times, and leans back to lick his lips clean with a sigh. His chest rumbles with satisfaction.
Your hand sneaks down to cup his cock through his jeans, squeezing and making him gasp in surprise. Hitoshi tilts his head down to leer at the way you slip your hand under the waistband of his pants, sliding under his briefs and all the way down the smooth skin of his shaft. You squeeze his balls and his hips buck up into your hand, a choked off moan escaping him. Hitoshi grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up.
“Don’t tease,” he warns darkly, a few more pitch black veins branching out from his underneath his eyes and snaking down his cheeks.
You smile coyly and free your hand, quickly unbuttoning his pants and yanking them, along with his briefs, down to his mid thighs. His cock bobs free, heavy enough that it smacks his pelvis before settling on sticking straight out. Your pussy aches at the sight, and suddenly you need to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, to gather the precum beading there, or you might die all over again.
Hitoshi reaches for the back of his shirt and slips it off, dropping it carelessly into a pile by his feet. You start to sink to your knees, intent on fulfilling your own desire, when he snatches your wrist and keeps you upright. You whine loudly in protest and Hitoshi grins lazily in return, the corners of his eyes crinkling at your desperation.
“Later, sweetheart. I’ll take you home and let you suck my cock to your heart’s desire, but right now, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”
With that, Hitoshi effortlessly spins you around and forces you to catch yourself with your palms flat on the brick. He noses at the back of your neck and reaches his hands around to unbutton your shorts. He slips his thumbs into the waistband and yanks until all the material falls to the floor.
You instinctively step out of them, sneakers only getting caught once before you kick them aside. Hitoshi rests a hand on your lower back and pushes, encouraging you to arch and show yourself to him. You do so eagerly, breath hitching when the cool night air hits your slick, sensitive pussy.
Hitoshi reaches down between your thighs to place two fingers on your clit, rubbing slow circles into it that have you digging your forehead into the brick wall. The thumb of his other hand comes up to spread you open more, dragging it down to part the soft lips of your pussy.
“Fuck, you are so soft, it’s driving me insane. That feel good baby?” He coos, playing with your clit a little faster as electricity shoots up your spine. You nod, fingers curling into brick and making some of it crumble.
“Yes, it’s so good. Fuck me, c’mon Hitoshi.”
“Say please,” he chides. “You have manners don’t you?”
“Please, fuck me,” you say through gritted teeth.
“That’s my girl,” he teases, the blunt tip of his cock sliding over you. Hitoshi reaches up and cups the wound on your shoulder, pinching the area until blood wells up in his palm.
You feeeze, goosebumps littering your arms when you hear the slick noise of Hitoshi pumping his cock….with your blood. A startled laugh bursts out of you.
“You’re fucking nasty Hitoshi,” you say with amusement, forehead pushing further into the wall.
“Yeah,” he confirms with a breathy sigh, nudging his cock against your tight pussy, a slow press of his hips until the tip pops in. “But you’re the whore who loves it.” Hitoshi buries his cock inside you to the hilt, hips smacking into your ass as you cry out from the burning stretch.
“Fuckk,” you groan hoarsely, bracing yourself on your forearms, and Hitoshi snickers. Slender fingers hold tight to your waist as he pulls his hips back, letting his cock create a delicious friction that has you shivering. Then he shoves himself back inside and starts to build a steady rhythm.
“Your pussy’s better than I imagined, oh my fucking god,” Hitoshi says like he can’t quite believe he’s having sex with you.
Hitoshi, unsurprisingly, can read you pretty well, and so, he fucks you like hates you, but he whispers the sweetest praise in your ear at the same time. The pleasure starts to build pathetically quickly behind your belly button, and you drop one hand down to play with your clit.
Hitoshi catches your wrist, reaches for the other one and then leans back and twists. He traps both your hands with one of his and rests your now immobile hands at the small of your back.
His pace doesn’t falter as he tangles fingers in your hair and wrenches your head back a few inches, pushing forward and slamming the side of your face into the brick as pain crackles across your temple.
The moan you let out bounces off the surrounding walls.
“Cum on my cock, or don’t fucking cum at all.” Hitoshi’s voice is like ice, hips starting to snap shallowly as he repeatedly nails your g-spot.
“Fuck!” You cry out. “Okay, okay! Hitoshi, oh my god, make me cum on your cock!” You can tell that the skin on your cheekbone has torn, more blood leaking down and into your mouth.
“That’s what I like to hear, good girl.” Hitoshi frees your hair and preoccupies himself with smacking your ass, never letting go of your wrists. You breath catches, exhaling shakily when he tugs one of your ass cheeks to the side and spits. He rubs the pad of his thumb over your rim and pushes inside.
Your pussy flutters and clings to Hitoshi’s cock like she never wants to let go, and the knot in your lower pelvis unravels furiously as your orgasm pulses through you. Hitoshi whines, dropping your wrists and hooks his thumb even deeper to tug at your rim as he places his free hand near your head.
“Shit, that’s it baby. You’re gonna make me cum,” Hitoshi manages to say between moans. His breath hitches, and then he’s pushing himself in to the hilt as he cock kicks with his release.
It’s silent as Hitoshi rests his forehead on your shoulder and kisses the back of it sweetly while you come back down to earth. The pleasure fades into oversensitivity, and you’re hyper aware of how full you feel and how sticky you still are with blood. You twist one hand behind you and push weakly at his bare stomach.
“Hitoshi, pull out. It’s getting uncomfortable,” you complain, fidgeting slightly.
He groans, but ultimately he bends to your will and pulls free from you with a slick noise. You sigh gently, feeling your features smooth out, and flip around to lean your weight on the wall. Hitoshi’s eyes have turned purple once again, and he looks far more normal now.
Well, as normal as somebody covered in dried blood can.
You start to giggle when you take in the sight of him. He’s an absolute wreck and he rolls his eyes before joining in your laughter.
It’s then that you notice the sky starting to turn pink and Hitoshi’s expression softens considerably.
“Want to stay at my place?” He asks sheepishly, offering you your shorts and underwear. You take them with a grateful smile, sliding them on and grimacing at the filthy sensation of cum in your panties. Hitoshi finishes tucking himself away and you reach a hand out to him. He grins and sweetly laces his fingers with yours.
“I guess sleeping in your bed doesn’t sound like the worst option available.”
Thankfully, once you get to Hitoshi’s blacked out apartment, you’re able to shower and then flop down in his bed and curl into his chest.
Yeah, being two of the only vampires in town isn’t so bad after all.
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dokidokidraft · 6 months ago
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MHA boys HC
Hello lovelies! This is my first post, I hope you enjoy! includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto todoroki
(more next time)
Does include swearing ;-; (because it’s Katsuki)
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~Izuku Midoriya~
-ANYTHING will get this man flustered. Even if you wave at him, his face is already red, and as soon as you talk to him, he’s a stuttering mess
-he eventually warms up to you though. He’ll still get flustered but he will at least be able to speak now
-play with his hair. Please.
-hold on to his arm instead of his hand. He loves it
-he’s really sensitive, so try not to be too mean (^_^)
-if you kiss his freckles (or anywhere on his face, just especially freckles) he will blush like crazy (obvi) and the immediately pull you in for a hug. Now you won’t be able to go anywhere until he gives you all the love in the world
-style his hair. Those curls just need to be taken care of T~T
-def doesn’t do enough self care. Just help him out for me, alright? I’m talking face masks, top coat for his nails (PLZ- this man’s hands 😣), skincare, R+R
-speaking of R+R, his favourite way to relax is Netflix and chill, with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair (never going to stop with his hair I js love it sm)
-will literally throw himself out of the car just to open the door for you. Probably has hurt himself a few times from this
-super insecure about his scars!!! Poor baby. The first time you traced his scars, he cried.
-his hands are so rough! (In a good way obvi) like, they feel like sandpaper most of the time, and he’s really insecure about those too >_< -probably has written so much about your quirk that it takes up a whole notebook! You’re just so much more interesting to him than anyone else. Also has other notebooks filled with the things you like/dislike. Literally anything you told him about yourself is written down somewhere
-his laugh is the most heavenly thing. It’s so sweet and genuine. Same with his smile :)
~Katsuki Bakugo~
-this man is so angry all the time, but if you get close enough to him (takes a long time plz be patient) he has such a soft spot for you!!!
-literally the best cook in existence
-being together for dinner with him looks like him teaching you a new recipe, and you guys cooking together. Still yells a lot at you tho (we love him for it)
-hugs from behind ✨ (iykyk)
-brags about you to the bakusquad all the time. “did you see y/n on the battle field!?!? She totally smoked your ass dunceface!”
-swears a lot while talking to you about his day. “And then the fucking lady decided to steal that guys shitty bag! It wasn’t even a nice bag, it looked like it came out of the motherfucking apocalypse!”
-shows his love through actions. Words are hard for him (see the one above)
-makes fun of you all the time
-if he’s about to yell and he knows you’re sensitive, he’ll cover your ears before he yells (this one isn’t my hc, just something I’ve seen a lot)
-he’s a bit of a brat. He just likes seeing you pissed off. Thinks it’s adorable
-very affectionate when you’re alone. Other than that, PDA isn’t very good…maybe he’ll hold your hand or wrap is his arm around your waist so people know to back off, but he gets embarrassed easily.
-shows off around you so much. As soon as you show up to one of his arena fights (different headcanon, might elaborate later) he immediately wins.. you just give him the right motivation with you watching
-he hates when you play with his hair, but he LOVES to touch yours. If it’s long enough, he’ll braid it. Or if it’s not he’ll give you little scalp massages ��‍💨
-bullies your bullies. He knows you can handle yourself, but you gotta use your scary boyfriend privileges sometime
~Shoto todoroki~
-if you’re too cold or too hot, he’ll use his quirk to help with that.
-also, it’s canon that he’s usually very cold himself, but can’t regulate his fire well enough to be a good temperature so he deals with it. So cuddles are a must to keep him warm
-he’s so insecure about it his scar, he thinks it makes him ugly and unlovable (canon) so he needs constant reassurance
-poor bae gets night terrors
-takes you to all the new restaurants in town. You guys have been every single one at least once
-make homemade (cold) soba for him or else *_*
-not that it matters to him, but Endeavor does not approve of him dating, so be prepared for arguments. You guys will win in the end though
-so sassy. Loves to back talk
-walks together late at night 😌💅
-not very talkative, he’d rather listen to you ramble. Literally the opposite of izuku in that way
-takes all your jokes way too seriously. You have to explain everything, but after that he’ll laugh with you about it
-SO oblivious. If you gave him a confession note, he’ll ask if you wanted him to proofread it. Or if you said it to his face, he’d be frozen and then ask “that sounds good, is it a line for a play? I didn’t know you did theatre…”
-rich as hell, takes you shopping and you’re not allowed to pay for anything. Treats you with endeavors credit card 👌
-literally best fashion sense. I’m talking flannels, baggy sweaters with cuffed sleeves, those cargo shorts that have the massive pockets.
Thanks for reading! I hope you guys liked them (>~<)
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heyaheiya · 4 months ago
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Will you write something about single dad bakugo falling in love with his child’s daycare teacher and her or them feeling the same 🥺🥺 -🦕
Sorry this took so long 😭😭
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Katsuki didn’t plan on ever getting into a relationship again; just him and his darling daughter was enough for him. That was until your stupid face somehow wormed its way into his mind.
His girl, Bakugou Chiyo, had been going to daycare for a few months now, but he’d never met you officially.
As much as Mitsuki loved having the little one over most weekdays, she didn’t have all the time in the world to spend babysitting. Eijirou encouraged Katsuki to enroll Chiyo and had recommended the daycare he used for his kids. Despite Katsuki’s hesitation towards it, Eijirou wouldn’t stop pestering the man to give it a chance. Something about ‘socialisation’ or whatever. Still, Katsuki put up a good fight.
“Fuck no, you know how disgusting other people’s kids are?? I don’t want Chiyo catching rabies from those things.”
“It’s expensive, I’m not exactly rich right now you know!”
“How do I know those teachers are qualified?”
“I’m sure Chiyo’s gonna hate it so what’s the bother.”
Unfortunately, Chiyo loved it, waking up early and being pretty self sufficient for a 4 and a half year old. She even packed her bag herself before bed so it was ready the next morning. Yes it was filled with just stuffed animals, and what.
“Baby, do you seriously need all of your friends? Why not pick one?”
“But they’ll be lonely :(“
Katsuki had to write out a whole schedule of which plush goes to daycare on which day. This rotation made sure the toys all got an equal amount of days.
Chiyo had been getting chattier in the recent days. Perhaps shitty hair was right about the socialisation bit… However, at dinner that night, a new name kept coming up.
“-and I was really sad. But then, Smiley came over and made it better!”
“Who’s ’Smiley’, princess?”
“Silly daddy, you see her every day at pickup!”
That was helpful. One out of the army of children he has no time to notice.
“Tell me about Smiley. She nice to you?”
“Mhm! Today she secretly gave me a chocolate from the teacher desk :D”
Alarms went off in Katsuki’s head. Chiyo’s friends with a thief. Chiyo’s gonna turn into a criminal. Chiyo’s gonna get arrested in the future. Chiyo needs to stop being friends with this ‘Smiley’ kid!!
“What??”
“Yeah. She told me not to tell anyone or she’ll get in trouble… But you won’t tell, right daddy l?”
The next day and drop off, Katsuki stomped in, all geared up in his hero suit, with a massive scowl decorating his face. Usually Mitsuki and Masaru drop the sweetheart off in the mornings, and by the end of a long work day, Katsuki doesn’t have time to chat. So other parents and teachers had basically never had a proper conversation with the man. That sure was gonna change.
“Who is this ‘Smiley’ kid??”
The receptionist looked befuddled.
“Oh no.. what did she do?”
“Nunya goddamn business. Point me to ‘er”
A shaken older hand pointed towards a young and surprisingly pretty face across the room. Must be the kids mother.
Katsuki stomped his way over to the woman. Either she shrunk back in fear of the pro hero, or his anger made him grow a few inches.
“Oi! Who do you think you are? Letting your kids behave like that? I swear, don’t give me some shi- stupid excuse!”
“I’m so sorry! Has someone been picking on Chi-Chi?”
“Chi-Chi? Seriously nicknaming a kid that doesn’t belong to you? That’s so fuc- freaking creepy.”
Chiyo yanked at her father’s pant leg a bit.
“Don’t yell at Smiley like that >:(“
Huh. Smiley.. is the teacher. Oh. A normal person would instantly apologise, but Katsuki? Pro hero Dynamight?
“What kind of relationship do you have with my daughter??”
He made you look like a child predator in front of your entire classroom, their parents, and your boss +coworkers..To say he felt bad was an understatement, the look of your terrified and embarrassed face scarring his mind for days.
Then, Chiyo came home balling her eyes out.
“Miss Smiley wasn’t there! She left me!”
Fuck. He knew what he had to do.
+81 XXX XXX XXX: Meet me at the restaurant down the street in 10.
Y/N: What the freak
When he saw you walk in, his jaw dropped. Unfortunately, you were beautiful, like the girls on the covers of magazines. However, your cute and almost squishable face quickly turned to a glare, eyes shooting lasers through his face.
It’s silent for a long time.
“This is the part where you apologise for getting me fired.”
“Right, I’m really sorry.”
“Look, I love Chiyo so so much. She’s a good kid and I’m sure you can tell she’s grown an attachment to me. If it’s because you or her mother feels jealous-“
“I’m single, the mother is out of the picture.”
“Oh so you just felt like being a dick?”
“Mind your language, Sensei. Wouldn’t want any kids to develop a fowl tongue.”
“I’m the reason Chiyo doesn’t have some of your key vocabulary. Watch it, Dynamight.”
“Oh I’m so scared😒”
You instantly stood up and grabbed your purse. “If you’re just here to rub salt in the wound, I think we’re done.” Fuck. Katsuki yanked you back down into your seat, eyes begging.
“No, fuck- I can’t stop fucking this up. Sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Wanna add another f-bomb to that statement?”
“Fuck off.”
“There we go.”
Katsuki groaned to himself, wanting to kill himself right there and then.
“I came here to apologise and fix things, but I’m stupid and can’t fucking communicate!”
“There are other swear words y’know?”
“Take me seriously.”
Your face softened slightly. You seriously thought he might cry in the middle of some random ramen restaurant.
“How do I fix this??”
“Well..”
You didn’t ask for too much really. Shopping spree (clothes, jewellery, cosmetics, skincare, shoes, hair pins, the works), official apology to everyone who was in the room at the time, get job back, and a bunch of tiramisu.
After all that, you were nothing but smiles. Then it clicked. Always smiling. Miss Smiley. Damn, that was a lazy nickname.
“Chiyo was the one who came up with ‘Miss Smiley’.”
It’s the best goddamn nickname anyone has ever made.
“Is there anything else you wanna add to that long ass list of yers???”
“Perchance..”
“Well??”
“A second date?”
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This is not my best, I’m sorry 😭😭 hope you enjoyed! And requests are still open. Please, I need inspiration 🙏🙏
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seungkw1 · 1 year ago
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halloween night — ksy
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⛧ pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader ⛧ theme: strangers to lovers, nonidol!au ⛧ word count: ~2.5k ⛧ warnings: smut, swearing, praise kink, oral (m. & f. receiving), softdom!hoshi, petnames (f. receiving - baby, pretty girl, etc.), unprotected penetration (stay safe kids), tiny bit of fluff at the end
your halloween night is going pretty lousy — that is, until you meet a handsome, tiger-print-wearing stranger at a party
♡ moodboard by @myhimbomingi ♡
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“You look fine. Stop worrying, you’re gonna have a good time tonight!”
You stop fiddling with your skirt and look up at your best friend with a sigh. ”I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this stupid thing.”
Halloween is, in your humble opinion, the greatest holiday ever invented. You always love putting together your costume, something unique and creative each year – which is why you feel like a fucking idiot standing here dressed in a cliché sexy nurse costume. But, you needed to get your shitty ex off your mind – it had been two weeks since you found out he was cheating on you – and what better distraction than alcohol. Hell, you might even find someone to make out with if you drink enough. Not your usual M.O., but fuck it.
Now that you’re here though, you’re starting to have second thoughts. Your best friend Mina is bubbly and sociable, so she thrives naturally in a party environment – you, not so much. To make matters worse she’s the only person you’ll know here, so you’re now realizing how awkward this whole thing is going to be. Wishing now that you had worn something more comfortable, you slap on a fake smile as you step inside. Here goes nothing, I guess.
Mina spent about 15 minutes introducing you to everybody as you did your best to engage in polite small talk, but she eventually got absorbed in chatting with some old friends while you inadvertently joined a very boring conversation with some cryptocurrency bros where some guy named Chad or something was going on about bitcoin. You pretended to be interested in whatever Brad was saying, but you kept zoning out. Stifling a sigh, you went to make your escape. 
“I’m gonna use the restroom, I'll be right…”
Nobody even looked at you. Brent had moved on talking about stocks or some shit. You rolled your eyes as you walked away. Assholes.
The other room was too crowded for your liking, and so was the kitchen. Spotting the back door, you quickly made your way outside before anyone else could talk to you. 
The cool October breeze hits you as you practically burst through the door and out onto the patio. You know you’ll probably get chilled before too long, especially in this dumb miniskirt, but the crisp air feels delightful. The relative quietness is a relief too. Taking a few moments to breathe, you start to relax, but soon enough your mind drifts back to your ex against your will. It’s not like you miss him – you’re definitely over that jerk – but you’re still extremely pissed off about the whole thing. You feel tears starting to form as the anger wells up inside you – you hate that you cry when you get mad, which only makes you even more upset. 
“God fucking dammit,” you mutter under your breath as you go to wipe your tears away before you start full-on crying. You know bottling up your emotions isn’t ideal, but neither is having a breakdown at some stranger’s house.
You can have your breakdown later, you tell yourself firmly. Just not right now. Don’t make a fool of yourself, just hold on out for a couple more hours and then-
“Are you okay?”
You nearly jump out of your skin at the voice coming from behind you. Quickly turning around, you find yourself face-to-face with a ridiculously handsome stranger. The man is so striking it takes you a few seconds to process the horribly tacky, bright orange tiger-print shirt he’s wearing.
“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” you say as you collect yourself.
“I- sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he says, his sentence trailing off.
You both stand there for a moment in silence. You find yourself trying not to blush at how good-looking he is, but you notice him noticing your low-cut top but trying to act like he didn’t notice it. Yeah, that is not helping���
The man clears his throat. “You just seemed like you were crying or something and uh… sorry, I guess that’s not really any of my business…” he apologizes, turning red. “Sorry,” he repeats, “I’ll leave you be…”
“No no it’s okay!!” you blurt out, perhaps a bit too fast. “I mean, you can stay, I don't mind.”
“Are you sure? If you want to be alon-”
“No, I don’t,” you interrupt before he goes to turn away again. “I mean, I did originally, but uh…”
What are you doing?? You literally don’t even know this man.
You ignore the voice inside your head. Fuck it, didn’t I say I wanted to find a hot stranger to make out with tonight? Here’s one right in front of me.
You introduce yourself and stick out your hand. His face turns into a soft smile as he takes your hand in his – he shakes it firmly, and you try not to think about how strong he feels. He locks eyes with you and holds on to your hand for a few moments too long. Your heart seems to skip a beat. 
“Soonyoung,” he replies. Letting out an even bigger grin, he finally lets go of your hand. “Nice to meet you.”
You don’t even know how long you two have been sitting on the patio couch talking. All you know is that not only is Soonyoung incredibly handsome, he’s also funny, charming, and easy to talk to – and, he’s clearly very attracted to you. Usually it takes a number of drinks before you get flirty, but the tension between you two is too strong to resist. It’s taking all of your willpower not to drop everything and kiss him – and the way he keeps stealing quick glances of your lips tells you the feeling is reciprocated. 
Despite how flustered you are, it is pretty chilly out, and eventually you start to shiver. Soonyoung notices and gives you a concerned look.
“Oh shit, we should probably get you inside.”
You glance back toward the chatter of the house party regretfully, not wanting to go back in and be amongst everybody else once again. But you are getting cold.
You look back to Soonyoung and you both sit there in silence for a few seconds. A sly smile creeps back onto his face, and he hesitates for a moment before suggesting, “Or… we could get out of here.”
You can’t help but grin back at him.
And so you find yourself on Soonyoung’s couch, straddling his lap, making out with him – the cheesy horror movie you had put on in the background long forgotten. Time seems to be at a standstill as you press your lips into his – softly at first, but more intensely with each kiss. His muscular arms tighten around your waist, pulling your body even closer to his, and a small moan escapes you as he pushes his hips into your core. 
Soonyoung stops kissing you momentarily so he can look at you. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”
His low and raspy voice sends a jolt through your stomach. Your skirt has risen up over your hips, leaving your underwear as the only barrier between your pussy and the growing bulge in his jeans – you push yourself into him even further and this time he lets out a moan as you feel his cock twitch against your aching cunt.
Grabbing onto your waist he pushes you over onto the couch and rolls over on top of you. He kisses you again, his hand cradling your face, his body weight pressing down on you as you feel the blood rushing through your veins. He kisses you for a few moments more before he jumps up, pulling you along as he leads you into his bedroom. 
He stops right before the bed and pauses to look at you, his hand delicately tracing your neckline. “You know, I really like this costume, but I think I’d like it more off of you.”
You let out a laugh as you roll your eyes at him. You begin to unbutton his shirt as you reply, “Well I don’t really like it at all, so you can definitely help me get rid of it.”
He grins back at you. “You look incredible, but I will happily oblige.”
Grabbing the hem of your top, Soonyoung pulls it up over your head and tosses it behind him. He pulls his shirt off too, disregarding the rest of the buttons, and you have to keep your jaw from hitting the floor – to say he was toned would’ve been an understatement. 
He grabs you by the arms to pull you in for another kiss, and you place your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. You slowly run one hand down the defined curvatures of his abs until you reach the waist of his pants. Your lips still pressed against his, you begin to undo his belt and unbutton his pants.
Getting down as you undo the zipper, you pull down the band of his underwear and his cock springs free. You run your tongue up his length, your mouth stopping to take just the tip in between your lips as you taste his juices before taking him in your mouth. Soonyoung lets out a groan, and you begin to slide his cock down your throat – slowly at first, but as you begin to pick up the pace he places his hand on the back of your head, making sure you take his entire length with each motion.
“Look at me,” he commands.
You look up at him, his cock halfway in your mouth still, your lips red and your eyes teary from choking on him.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs, his voice gruff and low.
He thrusts into your mouth a few more times before he pulls your head back up, his cock glistening with your spit. 
“Stand up for me.”
You quickly stand up – it’s impossible to ignore how wet you are at this point.
Soonyoung takes you by the hips and gently pushes you down onto the bed. “Get comfy baby.”
You rest your head against the pillows as he situates himself between your legs. He lifts your skirt up just enough to reveal your visibly soaked underwear. 
“Fuck, you’re already this wet for me huh?” he says he starts kissing your inner thighs, close enough to your entrance to make your clit throb but just far away enough to drive you crazy.
He teases you with one finger tracing over your clothed cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. Not giving what you want just yet, he reaches his hand behind your back and unclasps your bra, taking it off of you. 
“God, you’re so hot,” he says as he begins to kiss your breasts. You let out a small whimper as his hand makes its way back down to your clit, his thumb circling over the fabric gently.
Finally, he reaches his hands under your skirt and slides your panties off, his face resuming its position right in front of your cunt. You let out a hiss as his tongue makes a stripe over your folds, slowly taking in your wetness – you cry out suddenly as he begins to suck on your clit. 
Soonyoung goes down on you for what feels like an eternity, only stopping here and there to shower you in admiration.
“You taste so good, baby.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”
“Pussy so pretty for me.”
Just as you feel the heat welling up inside your body, he slides his fingers inside of you. The vibrations of his mouth moaning on your clit combined with the pressure against your g-spot nearly sends you over the edge.
“Fuck, Soonyoung – I’m gonna cum…” you cry.
“Cum for me, baby.”
Your orgasm rushes over you as you grab him by the hair, cumming hard on his mouth. Out of breath and seeing stars, you start to come down and your body relaxes into the bed – you run your hand through his hair as he delicately kisses your soaked pussy, his mouth and chin covered in your juices.
Soonyoung comes up to give you a few soft kisses on the lips. Wrapping your arms around his back, you pull his warm body into yours. His erection presses up against your still-throbbing core – you try to position your entrance right on top of his cock but he teasingly pulls away and starts kissing your neck instead. 
“Please Soonyoung,” you beg.
“Please what baby? I wanna hear you say it.”
“Want you to fuck me.”
He kisses you on the neck once more before slipping his cock inside you, making you gasp at the sudden sensation.
“Mmm I made you so wet baby, you’re so perfect for me.”
He slowly starts sliding his length in and out of you, but before long you find yourself trying to ride his cock, trying to make him go faster – which only makes him slow down even more. He smirks, locking eyes with you – undeniably addicted to how much you need him.
“Such a little slut, you want me to fuck you harder?”
You nod, looking up at him – desperation in your eyes.
“Use your words baby.”
“Harder,” you plead.
“That’s my good girl.”
Soonyoung thrusts into you, picking up the pace this time, until he’s fucking you senseless. Your cries fill the room from the overwhelming pleasure, and much to his enjoyment you start to whimper out his name. 
“That’s right – say my name babygirl.”
You repeat his name as every inch of him continues to pulse into you, stronger with each stroke. 
“You’re taking me so well. My cock so good to you baby?”
You cry out something, presumably some form of yes, but you don’t even know at this point. You feel yourself start to climax once more. 
“Fuck, Soonyoung – I’m gonna cum again.”
“Cum with me, pretty girl.”
Electricity rushes over your entire body as your walls tighten around him, and you feel his cock pulsating as his cum fills you up inside. You both lay there for a few moments, his strong arms wrapping around you as you breathe heavily together. He slowly removes himself from you and rolls over to pull you into an embrace – him as the big spoon. You giggle as he holds you tightly and gives you little kisses on your cheek. 
“You know,” you admit, “I didn’t even want to go to that stupid party.”
Soonyoung laughs. “Well, I’m sure glad you did.”
“I am too,” you say as you begin to yawn. You are completely worn out in the best way possible.
He nuzzles into your neck, clearly also getting sleepy. He pauses a moment before he asks.
“Stay here with me?”
You can’t help but smile. “Okay,” you reply softly. 
You drift off to sleep in Soonyoung’s arms – blissful and content.
[end]
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melancholyhigh · 2 years ago
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Request (only if you want to ofc): Can you write Leon Kennedy pulling you over but like instead of fining you he's like "I have another way of solving this debt of yours" *wink* *wink*
i love this request sm
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ft. cop!leon x fem!reader
synopsis. officer kennedy is a very considerate man.
content. smut. 1.6k words. power imbalance, unprotected p in v, fingering, spanking, exhibitionism, use of the term 'sir'.
note. thank you for the request anon, i hope you enjoy! exams are almost over so i'll get to more of your requests soon <33
masterlist. inbox. comments & reblogs are highly appreciated !!
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You watch the blue and red flash of the cop car through the side mirror of your vehicle. The God-awful siren screeching is enough to sour your already shitty mood.
Pulling over to the side of the road, you contemplate how to get your ass out of this problem. You couldn’t afford a ticket right now. Your student debt is enough of a financial crisis.
There’s a knock on the glass, and you roll your window down. You hoped the officer would understand your situation and give you a break.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were going, ma’am?” A smooth yet authoritative voice questioned. 
You always hated that question. How were you even supposed to answer it? 
You finally glance up at the officer with an unamused look, noticing his pretty blue eyes trail along your body. He’s probably trying to figure out if you’re under the influence.
He notices your lack of response before continuing, “You were going a 100 in a 75. I’m going to have to–”
“C’mon, officer.” You cut off his statement with desperation, gripping the steering wheel in frustration. “There has to be another way. I- I can’t afford to pay off anything right now. I’ll do anything, I swear.”
It was your fault you got into this predicament, but you weren’t ready to accept that yet. 
He's observing you again, weighing his options. He clicks his tongue but agrees. 
“Anything? I think I have another way you can make up for it,” he says, a sly smirk on his lips.
“Really!? Thank you so much, sir!” You say excitedly, a smile blooming on your face. “What do you have in mind?”
“Would you mind exiting your car?”
You feel nervous but comply, stepping out of your car. 
You stand tall, straightening your back as you look at the brooding officer. His eyes are on you again, but there’s something else in his gaze while he watches you from top to bottom. He takes in your outfit, the tight mini skirt and top that leaves little to the imagination. 
You’re staring right back at him. You couldn’t deny that he looks attractive. The blue cotton shirt hugs his fit figure, and the blonde wisps of hair frame his gorgeous face. You always did like a man in uniform. 
“So how will I avoid the dent in my bank account? Officer…” You trail on. 
“Officer Leon Kennedy.” He says, stepping closer to you. “I’m gonna make sure you won’t be reckless on the road again.”
Your eyes widen slightly at the sudden proximity, but you don’t mind. You also don’t miss the look the officer gives you like you’re his favourite meal, ready to be ravaged. 
“How are you gonna do that, Officer Kennedy?” You ask, looking up at him innocently, playing into it.
“I’m going to punish you. Is that okay with you, ma’am?”
Your face feels warm at his words, but you nod. The warmth moves through your body and to your core.
“You have to tell me, miss.” He softly grips your jaw, making you look up at him. His thumb pulls at your bottom lip. You can’t believe you’re about to fuck a police officer in public to avoid being fined.
“It's okay.” You manage to get out. He squeezes your cheeks, your lips jutting out. 
“Sir or Officer Kennedy. You get that baby?” He states, letting go of your face when you mumbled a quiet yes, sir. You’re looking up at him again, awaiting what he will do next. 
“Bend over, ma’am. Over the hood of your car.” He instructs you, his voice laced with authority, and your pussy pulses with need. 
You’re quick to listen to his every word. On your elbows and palms, flat against the hood of your car, supporting your body weight. One of his hands rests on your hips while the other is trailing down to the hem of your skirt. He bunches the fabric up, and you gasp softly at the cold air nipping at your skin. 
You hear a faint fuck not before both of his are on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. His hand moves to your panties, and you’ve probably soaked through them. He presses his thick fingers on the dampened spot.
“I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, baby.” He mutters, gliding his fingers along your panties, barely enough stimulation on your clit.
“Fuck, please,” you whine softly. Hands come into contact with the flesh of your ass with a loud sound, and a whimper softly escapes the back of your throat. The pain which resonates with the slap turns into pleasure, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together. 
“Please, sir.” He mocks you as he soothes the tender area. You want to roll your eyes, but instead, you relent, repeating his words with need. 
“I don’t know. Will you behave for me, miss?”
“Yes, sir.” You whine. “I– I’ll be good for you.”
You hear him chuckle behind you, but he pulls your panties to the side, marvelling at your dripping cunt. His digits glide along your drooling pussy, coating it in your slick. He pulls his fingers back, and you hear him sucking on them with a loud groan.
“You taste so good, ma’am.”
You don’t have time to appreciate his kind words before his fingers work on your throbbing clit. You gasp at the sudden attention, and Officer Kennedy takes an opportunity to push his finger inside you. 
Loud whines leave you as you fall apart on the Officer’s finger. He adds another digit, pumping them into your pussy. His movements are deliberate, curling into your cunt as he tries to edge you, keeping you from coming.
“Good girls get to come,” he had said.
You’re so close to coming for what feel’s like the 10th time — he pulls away from you. You huff in annoyance. 
There’s another slap on your raw ass, and you can’t help but moan. Each noise you make goes straight to Leon’s cock. 
“Please, sir, fuck me.” You’re almost sobbing from being robbed of another orgasm. Your thigh’s trembling, and your lips quiver as you plead to the Officer. 
“Only because you’ve been so good for me, baby.” 
You hear the soft clicking of his belt as he unbuckles it and pushes his boxer down to expose his aching cock. You so badly want to turn your head back to look at it.
One of his hands is on the curve of your back, pushing you forward on the hood of your car as the other guides his dick along your slit, bumping your clit. The tip of his cock enters your cunt, and you whine aloud. 
He’s slowly moving into your tight, huffing as he does so. He isn’t even entirely in, but he’s already stretching you wide. 
He’s wholly inside of you, your ass flushed to his pelvis. His cock is so fat you wish you could’ve seen it before it's inside of you. You’re grateful he’s prepped you with his fingers despite the teasing. 
He leans forward, your back pressed against his chest, and his breath fans your ear. You clench around him, and he groans. 
He starts moving in and out of your sloppy pussy, and your arousal coats his cock with each movement. You push for hips back, eager to finally come.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when the tip of his cock kisses the spot that makes you see stars. Your moans grow in volume and amount.
“Sh– Shit. You want everyone to know how much of a slut you are, huh? How much you love to be fucked dumb by an officer?” He huffs into your ear, punctuating each word with the thrust of his hips. 
You’re full-on sobbing due to the assaulting pace of his cock on your g-spot. He squeezes your hips roughly, letting out soft moans into your ear as the velvety walls of your cunt squeeze him tight. 
You’re so close. The knot formed in your tummy is so tight, ready to snap.
“Can I come, sir?” You plead, teary-eyed. Your nails attempting to dig into the hood of your car. You hope it doesn't dent as he fucks you.
“Come, baby. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” He groans. You know there isn’t anyone here for miles, but the thought still has you clenching around his cock.
Leon moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. Your cunt gushes as you come undone, pulsing around his fat cock, which still persistently ruts into you.
“Where d’you want my cum, ma’am?” He pants. It now hits that he still doesn’t know your name. That doesn’t change the fact you want him to come in you. 
“Come inside me, sir.”
You hear him gasp before he comes, spilling his hot seeds inside your tight cunt. 
He pulls out of you, placing back your panties on and pulling your skirt down before fixing himself back into his pants. 
With shaking legs, you turn around to face Officer Kennedy, his cum spilling from your panties and down your thighs. You look up at him through eyelashes, clumped together from tears. He holds you by your waist as you try to balance yourself. 
His face is flushed pink, and the blonde wisps of hair stick to his sweat-slicked forehead. He clears his throat, continuing,
“I think you might have to pay an extra fine.”
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jinkicake · 2 years ago
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Love To Hate Me
(( mean!!! )) Childe, Thoma, Tighnari x Reader
well... he’s mean until you fuck the attitude out of him loooool
A/N: I needed to write smut to get it out of my system... I wanna get better at it!!! so here is terrible -shitty- smut that i wrote in one sitting w some characters I cannot get out of my head.... i love tighnari so much what does that say abt me?!
NSFW // SMUT
WC - 1.6k 
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Childe
“You look so cute trying to take it all,” Lust darkens Childe’s dull eyes, now half-lidded and staring down at you. His entire body is seemingly taken by pleasure as electric shocks flood through his veins. “damn.” He’s captivated by the way you have him in your mouth, only halfway down his hard cock, desperately trying to press your nose to his smooth abdomen. Each wet sound from your mouth, suction and pop, makes the man groan. 
One of his gloved hands guides you along his length, tightly pulling at your roots as he digs his blunt nails into your scalp. The tightness of your throat has hot pleasure pooling in Childe’s gut, his thighs ache from the sensitivity. 
“Keep going,” He orders before sucking in a harsh breath at your attempt to take him in further. There’s a slight hollow in your cheeks as you run your tongue along his hardened length, tracing patterns back and forth under the veins. “be good, you can do it, sweetie.” His praise has an effect on both of you as the honey words on his tongue make Childe feel even hotter. It serves as the motivation for you to continue blowing him as if your life depends on it.
Each bob of your head makes the pool in his gut grow deeper and Childe absentmindedly runs his other hand over his chest. His flat palm presses over his nipples, running underneath his shirt and applying just enough pressure to make him sigh. 
The sounds coming from your throat turn him on further, nearing the edge that he’s just so close to crossing over. 
“Your mouth is so fucking tight,” He swears before slightly rocking his hips into your face. You have yet to take him entirely and the slight movement causes you to jolt in surprise. As his hips develop a steady pace, you eagerly meet each one with a relaxed jaw. You slowly move your hand from bracing the outside of his knee to his inner thigh and Childe lets out a strangled whimper. One that causes your eyes to grow wide and cunt to ache as he pathetically stares down at you. 
All at once, you finally stop teasing him. You take him entirely in your throat, his cock now bulging against your skin as your nose presses up against the light happy trail dusting over his pelvis. The warm sensation forces the harbinger to double over, nearly bending in half as his abdomen clenches painfully. His thrusts are still slight as he tries to get even deeper in your throat but, Childe uses all his remaining strength to hold you flush against his muscular stomach. 
“I’m gonna cum,” He chokes out, eyes brimming with tears as he squeezes them together. All it takes is one gentle lick of your tongue against the underside of his cock for him to cum inside of you. He finishes with quick jolts working his body and hot spurts painting your throat. Childe rides out his high, still rocking his sturdy hips while you gently stroke his thighs. Under your touch, he twitches against your pretty fingers. 
The first thing Childe does when he finally pulls himself off of you is plant his lips to yours, open wide with his tongue first.
Thoma
“Work for it,” Thoma is mean. Most people don’t see his sharp eyes and hard features, he saves all of that for you. Deep in his bedroom, it’s as if something inside of him snaps and his personality completely flips because of it. He bullies you with his cock, his words, and you absolutely love it. “come on. Don’t be lazy,” His voice is tight, almost sounding winded as if someone punched him in the gut. 
You do that to him. 
Your warm, pretty cunt does that to him. He refuses to move, solely waiting for you to do it yourself. All you’ve done is cockwarm him and it’s affecting him badly. After a few more moments of silence, a sound slap bounces off the walls of the room as Thoma grows tired of waiting.
“Move,” He roughly grips your ass in his big palm, massaging the sensitive skin under his hand before pulling you apart to stare at the way you hug his cock. It’s perverted and mean but as Thoma spits on your lower back, you can’t think of any other person you’d do this with. 
You whimper as you start to rock your hips backward on your hands and knees, the deeper he enters, the tighter you become. The feeling of his protruding veins rubbing against your walls makes you gasp, eyes blown out wide and mouth pathetically open as you try not to fuck yourself dumb on his cock early. 
“Oh my, Thoma!” You sputter out, words already slurring together as drool starts to pool in your mouth. There’s something wrong about the way he touches you, how he plays with your ass, thumb running over your lips as you desperately try to fuck yourself on him. Wrong feels so right. You fall onto your elbows when he runs his thumb over your other hole with the slightest amount of pressure. “Don’t!”
You’re moaning, withering beneath him and Thoma takes advantage of the curve in your back. He presses against your spine, molding you into a perfect arch before he begins to move his hips for himself. Rock after rock, he teases you with only a few inches until he stops moving entirely.
“Get back up,” He pats your clit then rubs the swollen area with three of his thick fingers. The bundle of nerves fit perfectly underneath his pretty fingers, slick and wet with each roll. You almost cry when he stops. 
Quickly, you push yourself back onto your hands and Thoma rewards you by bottoming out inside of you entirely. He does so in one smooth motion, pressing his balls flush against your ass, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. You’re desperately clenching your walls around him, thighs tightening together. 
Thoma laughs, strangled spurts of noises as he tries to level his breathing. He presses his forehead to the top of your head before lowering his face to kiss your shoulders. The feeling of his cold necklace against your back causes you to squirm, hips shifting back and forth with him still stuffed deep inside of you.
“You’re going to make me cum early,” He grunts with amusement lacing his words. “yeah, you want that, don’t you?”
Tighnari
“Don’t think that this is for you.” No matter how many times Tighnari clarifies it, you still don’t understand how eating you out is for his own pleasure. Every time before he stuffs his face between your thighs, tongue pressing out to jut into your sweet cunt, Tighnari always provides you with a disclaimer. “I want to do this, it’s not about you.” 
But, you’re the one receiving the pleasure and cumming on his tongue, fingers wrapped tightly in his hair. You don’t get him and, thankfully, don’t have to. 
“Oh,” Tighnari gasps to himself this time when he spreads your legs apart, bending your knees so that your ankles are planted on either side of his head. He stares intently at your bare cunt, twitching under his slight touch. The closer he looks, the more aroused he becomes. You can see it in the way his pupils dilate and how he wets his lips before biting down with his teeth. He can smell you, you’re sure of it as he rubs his face on your inner thigh, back and forth while deeply inhaling. 
You’d be creeped out if you weren’t so turned on by the knowledge that he’s going to eat you out until you pass out. 
Tighnari removes one of his gloves, revealing his soft skin before he throws the material into your face. You don’t have time to insult him or throw it back because you’re too captivated by the sight of him sucking on his finger. His cheeks hollow out around his pointer finger, tongue laving the digit in his spit before pulling it out. He flicks your clit under the pad of his finger and the moan that leaves you is unholy. Your hips thrash under the light touch and Tighnari simply circles the nub over and over until it starts to swell. Once you’re lathered in his spit, he brings two of his fingers to your entrance and slowly inserts them facing up. He watches for a few moments, eyes wide as you suck his fingers in, then he starts to piston his fingers in and out. 
At one of your low moans, he curls them. He curls his fingers shallow enough inside of you that it hits behind your clit where he knows your sweet spot to be and you wail. It’s a sound that causes his mouth to water and Tighnari can’t fight off the urge to taste you any longer. 
He uses his strong wrist to fuck you with his fingers as his lips encase your clit, tongue lolling over the nub before he sucks. Your sweet taste makes him whine, makes his hips shift and all you can do is watch as Tighnari’s eyes flutter shut in contentment. 
He’s so turned on, all he can think about is licking you clean. In his desperation, he ruts his hips into your mattress. All he wants is to have you on his tongue forever, permanently. He wants it so bad, he needs it so bad and he continues to please you until his entire wrist is covered in your essence. 
Tighnari is always mean to you, so mean, and then he falls into your bed and becomes intertwined with your bedsheets to become a man starved. 
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lvrhughes · 2 years ago
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You Didn't Deserve That | T. Zegras
pairing: Trevor Zegras x gn!reader (as far as i can remember)
word count: 1.1k
this was requested!
not my gif!
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Dating a famous hockey player had its perks, and its downfalls. Such as hate, so much of it. New comments everyday, some new post saying you weren’t good enough for him, if you thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. To the point of ruining your relationship. 
“We’re done, Trevor.” 
“What?” he was clearly dazed, having just gotten back from practice. 
“We’re done. I need to leave.” 
“What? No, what’s going on?” 
He didn’t get much of an argument when you slipped around him and bolted out the door, but he could say he tried. Which leads to your meeting him again, literally running into him. 
You were late for your first day of a new job, you knew Trevor played for the ducks (how could you not?) but this job was too good to pass up, so you took it in hopes of not focusing on him.
“Y/n?” The shock was clearly evident in his voice.
“Hey, Trev.” 
“What are you doing here?” you finally glanced down at his attire, all his gear on, clearly headed to the ice.
“I uh- got a job here.” it was awkward to admit you’d be working with the man whose heart you broke for apparently no reason. 
“Oh congrats.” he did not sound at all enthusiastic, “Well, we should go for a drink tonight and catch up, you know I’ve missed you.” 
“Oh, um sure. I’m off at seven.”
“Great, see you then, I’ll pick you up here.” he nodded, walking away before you could say anything else. 
You froze for a minute, letting your mind settle before remembering why you were running through the halls in the Honda Arena. 
“Shit.” you cursed under your breath. 
“Straight down the hall, first door on the right.” you heard yelling down the hall, Trevor's voice recognizable. 
“Thank you.” you yelled back, running in the directions he gave.
It was a great first day, your boss wasn’t mad you were late, knowing the struggle, admitting she’d done it on her first day too. The day flew by and if you could’ve stayed longer you would’ve, but you had drinks with Trevor. 
“Goodnight, Lindsay.” You yelled out the door, headed down the hallway again. 
“Hey” You jumped at the voice appearing beside you. Trevor, looking at you, a smirk across his face. “Sorry, did I scare you?” his tone teasing.
“Asshole.” you mumbled, shoving him towards the wall. 
“Hey, hey that’s not very nice.” 
“Well you scaring me wasn’t very nice!” you shot back, making him laugh. 
“It was an accident, I swear.” 
 It fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way, the walk to his car, the drive to the bar. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means but you  could feel he had words to say. It stayed like that until you two had a table, sipping on your newly acquired drinks.
“Why did you do it?” This question making you choke on your drink.
“What?”
“Why?”
“You’re staring off strong” you tried to joke, falling short when the look on his face didn’t falter from the serious stare he was giving. “Okay no jokes..”
You took a deep breath, chugging a bit of your drink, and planned out how your were going to go over this.
“I uh- fuck it’s stupid saying it aloud. It just got too much, everyday I’d find new hate and something new to hate about myself because of it. I thought that if I just left the hate would stop, it didn’t but it lessened so I just deleted everything. I know it was shitty but I couldn't take it anymore, people everyday telling me terrible things, making me believe horrible things about myself, people lying to me trying to get to you or with you. It was so hard and i love you Z, I do but I freaked out and I thought it was stupid so I didn’t come to you. You deal with it everyday and never did you do something this stupid.”
“Baby, oh you didn’t deserve that.” he cooed, his hand intertwining with yours. “And I’ve done plenty stupid, it was all just too much I get it baby, I do, but you should’ve come to me.” 
“I know but I felt so weak.” you groaned, if he knew one thing he knew you hated admitting anything. 
“You are not weak, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.” 
“I love you Z, I’m so sorry.” 
“It’s okay baby, we’re moving on, as long as you’re still mine now, yeah?”
“Of course, Trev.” 
His smile immediately grew on his face, a small sound of enthusiasm squeaked from his lips as he practically hopped the table to hug you. His arms wrapped tight against your waist, holding you against him.
“Trev,” you whispered into his hair, he hummed in reply, “Can we go home?” 
“Of course baby.” was all he said, picking you up, bringing you to his car. It was a short ride, but peaceful almost lulling you to sleep, seeing Jamie peek through the window when the two of you pulled up. 
“You’re together again!” he cheered when Trevor carried you in, head tucked into his neck.
“Shush man, they’re almost asleep!” Trevor hushed his roommate. 
“Opps” was all Jamie managed in response. 
Trevor carried you, as gently as he could, to his room. Laying you down on the bed, grabbing out some of his clothes for you to sleep in. 
“Baby,” he whispered, peppering you in kisses to wake you, “you’ve got to get changed, i know you hate sleeping in your clothes.” 
“I don’t want to move.” you groan, not moving, still laying in Trevor's bed. 
“I’ll help, come on baby, just a little cooperation please.” you hummed in reply, slowly standing. He was gentle, removing your clothes but keeping his eyes everywhere but on your partially exposed body. Even if he had seen it before, he was still as respectful as he could be. 
“You can lay back down baby, I’ll be right back, okay?”
You let a hum in reply, before letting the words hit you.
“Wait, don't go, come sleep.” you whined at him, putting grabby hands out towards his walking-away figure.
“I’ll be right back then i’ll come sleep.” 
You groan in reply, curling onto your side to wait for him. He was back in less then a minute, now wearing less clothes then he’d left in. 
“Where’d your clothes go?” he laughed at the question, sliding in bed with you, pulling you tight against him.
“I threw your clothes and mine in the laundry, you’ll have clean, warm clothes in the morning.”
“Oh my goodness, I love you.” 
“I love you too baby, now let’s sleep.”
You yawned in agreeance, nuzzling against him more, accepting the kisses he was peppering over you.  
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xoalin4 · 1 year ago
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Childhood headcanons I imagine for nikto.
Again, this is pure what I imagine his childhood to be like, hence headcanon.
And therefore when I make a story of him or bot, I go with what I hc.
TW for: mentions of abuse, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, blood, bullying (is that even a tw?). If you are sensitive to any of that, do not read.
I like to think that he had a very abusive childhood, like severely.
His mother was a complete deadshit. Drug attic and straight alcoholic. Leaving bottles all over the shitty house he had to live in.
She smoked a lot also, the house never smelt of anything else but cigarettes. Also to say she was quite a whore.
She would call nikto stuff like ‘useless child’ ‘pathetic shit’ ���mistake’ and all sorts of names. His mother just never liked him at all, said he ‘looks to much like his father’.
She would often get angry at him because he couldn’t get her more cigarettes/alcohol because he was too young to get it.
She would then repeatedly smack him in the back of the head and saying stuff like “good for nothing child! I knew I should have gotten rid of you the moment I found out I was pregnant!” Ect.
Not to mention his father, his father was straight evil. His mother he could deal with, as she wasn’t that strong and a woman.
Oh but his father, he dreaded when his father came home from work each day. Dreaded the weekends even more because his father would be in the house for those days.
It was bad enough that most of the time his father was butt-fuck drunk. Which made him even worse.
His father would often beat him till he coughed up blood, was a crying mess on the floor in his own blood. Had broken/bruised ribs and cuts all over his body.
He swears there wasn’t a moment In his life that he wasn’t limping around to go to school. Always in jumpers and long pants to hide his battered body.
He completely feared his father, utterly terrified of him. Especially since he couldn’t fight back then because he was just a child and his father was stronger than him.
And hated his father even more because he looked exactly like his father. The same pitch black hair (he has black hair, talk to the wall if you think I’m wrong) and same blue eyes with the same facial features.
And even at school, not even the kids there were nice. Always wanting a go at him because he was the ‘quiet kid’ in school. Which led to him getting into multiple fights in school and getting sent to the principals office.
He feared that the most, getting sent to the principals office, because he knew his father would be the first one to know. Which led to him getting another beating the moment he got home.
He ran away from home when he was 15, he just couldn’t do it anymore. Stayed with one of his friends (only) for a couple of days until he got a job and enough money to afford a scabby apartment.
With his life away from his parents, he had free will to do whatever. Which led to his friends showing him some stuff and bringing him places.
One of those places was a brothel, which is where he had his first time at 15. And he just found himself going back there at least once each week.
He loved sex, loved the feeling of a woman’s body and the look of it. Loved when some of the women would let him wrap his hand around their throat while he fucks them.
That became one of his sources to get relief and relax after a tiresome week. He never really liked it when a woman was on top of him, just felt wrong to him and made him feel weak, like when he couldn’t fight off his father from beating him. So he never really allowed them on top.
I do not know how old he was when he joined the military, tho I like to think he did when he was 21. Built his body up enough and just decided he didn’t want to be working that shit job for the rest of his life.
Well that’s it, bit harsh, yes? Man never had peace once in his life😞 unless he was balls deep inside a woman that is.
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thunderousavery · 1 year ago
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Ocean-Blue Eyes Pt. 1 (Ghost x M!Reader)
A/N: Was bored thinking about dicks and masked men, so I thought of making a little story about one of my cutie patooties. This will have an eventual smut, I swear it's evident in the writing. I'm so bad at this though, so bear with it a little.
Summary: You're the Ghost and Soap duo's favorite bartender. You're harboring a secret crush for Ghost, and well, Soap annoys you about it. Main Pairing: Ghost x M!Reader Warnings: Cursing. More cursing. Vulgarity. And Soap being an annoying mohawk rat for the reader's taste.
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Midnight of April. Saturday. A gentle warm breeze of the summer wafts in the air.
I work as a bartender at a little club in town somewhere in South America. I don’t know, but I like my job. It’s what kept me in a stable life nowadays, and I haven’t run into any financial problems with it. I please customers, and they give me tips; very opportunistic work if I could say so myself.
“The usual?” I asked my long-time customer and friend as he greets me with that charming smile of his before sitting down at the bar counter. I know his drink was more of a hard Scotch mix that I never make for others, so it’s pretty much very easy to remember.
He nods, setting his cap down, and ran a hand through his mohawk hair. “Aye. Ya know me so well, lad.”
I chuckled softly while preparing his drink, grabbing a few bottles of beverages from the liquor cabinet as I spoke, “It’s because you’re the only one who drinks shit like this, man.”
“Hey! It’s a specialty from Scotland. It ain’t shit,” he retorted, shooting me a playful glare.
“It’s shit. I tried it once, and it tasted like dog piss and water from the the fucking Amazon”
“Hey, now that’s just rude!” He pouts.
It’s always like this whenever Soap comes to the bar after a long day from military work; banters and laughter with him and a couple of shots of his shitty drink. We’ve been friends since he came here two months ago, and I have to admit that he’s grown on me for some time. He tells good stories, encourages other customers to buy drinks (especially his weird concoction that he keeps forcing me to make), and he also looks after me when I feel down.
He’s one good friend, I’d give him that. But I never get any other ideas than that.
Soap’s cute, but not cute enough for me to spread my legs for. That’s a gay shit that I won’t cross the line. Personality and appearance are both a big fucking check for an annoying Scotsman like him, but I don’t like him more than as a friend.
... Well, except for his ‘other’ friend.
“So, where’s Mr. Blue Eyes?” I asked with a soft smirk as I try to hide the eagerness in my voice while wiping the countertop.
“Ghost? He’ll be here soon,” he replies before taking a swig from his drink. He raised an eyebrow and broke into a mischievous grin. “Why ya lookin’ for him? Gonna fuck him with yer eyes again?”
I felt my cheeks erupt in red at his vulgarity before looking away and groaning in annoyance. “I-I’m not...” I trailed off, can’t seem to think of a good retort to that. Damn him.
“Oh, admit it, lad. Yer stares are enough to undress him well, and he hates getting cold. He gets all grumpy when that happens.” Soap chuckled.
“I-I wasn’t staring!” I tried defending myself, but I know it was no use.
“And ya know what they say? Denial is a river in Egypt, baby.” He grinned as he made the innuendo gesture on his hands, his finger pushing in and out on a little hole he made with his other hand. “He likes angry fuck, by the way.”
This is why he’s better off as my friend. We don’t take each other seriously, and he’s a fucking bully to me when it comes to my crush on his friend, Ghost.
Yeah, I like his friend. And yeah, Ghost is the type of guy that I’d spread my legs for if he allows me to. With just a single look from his piercing blue eyes, I’d call him ‘Daddy’ and beg for him in obedience. Gosh, I don’t even remember the last time I got laid.
But I’m not admitting that out loud. I learned my mistake by telling Soap, and he won’t stop being a bitch to me about it.
“Fuck you. I’m putting rat poison in your drink next time and I’d play that Ratatouille theme when you die.” I shoot Soap a glare while threatening to throw the dirty towel on his face as he held his hands up.
“Hey, quit it, (Y/N). No one’s poisoning anyone’s drink tonight.” A familiar gruff voice with a strong British accent vibrated in the air.
...
...
... Holy fucking twat, it’s Ghost! And he’s walking up here wearing something that I've never seen him wear before!
His typical skull-faced balaclava was on, but he was wearing a dark green sleeveless shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. With the way he moved and dressed like a fucking macho man, I could see every muscle on his tattooed arms flex. He has some light scarlet burn scars on the skin of his right shoulder, but it didn’t lower the fondness I felt for him at all.
He looks so scrumptious right now, and the way his ocean-blue eyes looked at me sternly makes me want to take a dive and drown in them.
“... You’re doing it again.” Soap decided to pop my thought bubbles and laughed.
“What’s he doing again?” Ghost asked him, clearly in confusion as he sits down and looked at me once more with curiosity.
“I-I’m not doing anything, Soap. Damn it...” I cursed under my breath as I busied myself again to wipe the countertop that I and Soap knows was already clean. I couldn’t look at Ghost; I’d fucking die and let the ground swallow me whole.
Soap continued to laugh it off before sipping on his drink one last time before he handed his mug to me, gesturing for one more. I could only glare at him silently before sighing and taking his mug to prepare his shitty drink again.
This night’s going to be a disaster...
Ghost eyed me for a bit before he pulled out his wallet and put some cash on the counter. “Scotch on ice, mate.”
“That same plain shit again? I swear, ya have sum boring taste buds, LT.” Soap chuckles as he took a sip.
“Shut it, Johnny. I’m just making it easy for the lad, unlike you who always wants some fucking weird shits in your drink.” Ghost snorted, and gosh how I’m proud to hear him put his friend in his place. He’s so aggressively British, I’d let him talk me down and destroy me—
“Eh, but why’d ya put for more than one glass? Tipping him the extra?”
... Huh?
I looked at the counter, and I had to blink a few times before I could register the fact in my head that there are a couple of dollars sitting right there. Even at this distance, I can already count that it can afford more than one shot of Scotch on ice. Not only another one but probably a couple more.
“I-I...” I gulped softly as I looked into Ghost’s piercing blue eyes that could stare right at my soul. “You... You’re tipping too much—”
“It ain’t. Have a drink of your own and join us.” If he ain’t smirking behind that intimidating mask of his, I’m having doubts now because of how his chuckle gruffly vibrated from his chest. “Or, it can be a tip if you wanna be boring, mate. You don’t seem to look too busy, though.”
It’s more than enough for one drink!
... However, there’s a bar policy; never drink with the customers. No matter how convincing they are or they offered to pay, never ever drink with them. Never entertain them too much because work always comes first. Failing to uphold this, you’ll find your last cut of salary and letter of expulsion in the boss’s office the next morning.
...
... I’m just kidding. There’s no bullshit like that here. This is the best workplace that I’ve ever been in.
“Yeah, and there ain’t even a single customer here other than us, lad.” Soap agreed, nodding with a soft hum.
“That’s because it’s only an hour before closing time.” I shook my head and chuckled. “But sure, I can join you guys.” I grabbed a glass for myself along with a couple of beverages and some lime. I made my favorite cocktail mix; Moscow Mule.
Who would’ve thought I’d get to have an excuse to drink with my British military soldier crush? Aren’t I so lucky?
“That’s the spirit.” Ghost lifts his mask a little, just enough to reveal his stubbled square chin and plump lips as he takes a sip from his Scotch. And, oh my god, I swear there was a damn smirk on his lips just before they touched the fucking edge of the glass.
Does he even eat ass with that mouth of his? I wonder.
“If stares could kill, someone could become a bloody murderer now.”
The impeccability of this fucking mohawk rat to just outright say such words is so darn bad, I just want to shove a whole empty bottle of Scotch up to his fucking ass. I glared at him silently while I finished making my drink, thinking carefully if I should throw a lime at his face and hope it would catch on his fucking eye.
“... So,” I spoke, trying to make a small conversation rather than having another banter with Soap. “When are you guys going on your next mission?”
“Classified detail.” Soap snickered when I gave him another deathly glare. But then he eventually answered, “In two days, I guess.”
“I see...” So, I only got two days left to get laid by some British hunk? “And you’ll come back in?”
“Depends on it, lad.” Ghost answered this time, and he didn’t bother to slide his mask back on to cover the lower half of his face. Thank goodness for that. “If we’re lucky and Soap doesn’t fuck up a single time, then we’re back in two days after as well.”
“Hey, I don’t fuck up on missions!” Soap pouts like a fucking rat, I swear it’s damn annoying.
But I like these two’s dynamics. A lieutenant and a sergeant. They look so close like two brothers with different blood and origin, and I remember Soap telling me some stories about how he hates Ghost but likes him at the same time. They respect each other at work, but Soap says he will always find time to annoy his lieutenant at some point. Typical brothers, I guess.
“—And they said Gaz would be... (Y/N)?” Ghost’s voice snapped me back to reality when his words trailed off and mentioned my name. He looked at me with a soft frown on his lips along with a concerned look in his eyes. “You okay, mate? You’re staring off.”
“O-Oh... Uh, y-yeah... I’m fine.” I smiled sheepishly before taking a sip from my drink. I didn’t bother to look at Soap because I know he had a damn smirk on his face right now.
“... If you say so.” He sighed before setting his glass down and put his shoulders on the counter, leaning forward a bit. “Enough about our work. I wanna know something more about you.”
If I still had my drink in my throat, I would’ve spat it out, probably aiming at Soap’s face. “W-What? U-Uh... What do you want to know about me?” I gave Soap a quick glare to make sure he doesn’t speak any dirty side comments.
“Hmm...” He rubbed his chin for a moment before he spoke. “... Are you hitting on Johnny here?”
...
“... Wait, what?” My eyes widened as the size of saucer plates. Did I... hear that correctly? I’m pretty sure he asked if I was hitting on—
“Hold up, why’d ya even think the lad’s hitting on me?” Soap laughed obnoxiously, almost tipping over from his seat as he found it also surprising that Ghost would jump to that conclusion. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the case, LT.”
“Then, why does he keep looking at you like you’re some piece of meat?” Ghost grinned.
I swear this is not the right time to show your pearly white teeth, Ghost! Oh my god, what has the world fallen into? I know Soap and I know that I’m already being obvious with my little gestures and looks to Ghost for quite a while now, but why the hell would he think I’m hitting on Soap all this time?!
Hasn’t he seen my heart eyes whenever I look at him? Hasn’t he seen the way I’d smile charmingly for him just to notice me? Like, what the actual fuck?! He was thinking I’m hitting on this fucking mohawk rat?!
I blushed softly nonetheless mostly because I’m finally running out of patience and sanity. “I-I... No, I’d never—”
“He’s hitting on you, LT.”
That was the last straw.
“Alright, where’s the fucking knife?!”
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A/N: Will post part 2 as soon I finish it. Love lots :))
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forcryingoutlloud · 1 year ago
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Please don’t go
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of cheating
“matty please-,” a loud sob ripped from her throat and her knees threatened to give out, forcing her to hold onto the doorframe.
his heart broke as he heard the pain in her voice, wanting nothing more to wrap his arms around her and comfort her, yet he paid her no mind, still furiously shoving clothes into his suitcase.
she had brought this on herself.
“baby i’m sorry it was a mistake i-,” he whipped his head to the side and glared at her, his eyes rimmed with tears that he refused to let fall.
“it was a mistake huh?,” he stalked towards her and cocked his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows.
“so you brought a man into our bed, and what ‘accidentally’ took your clothes off and slept with him?” his voice began to rise in volume, causing her to recoil from his gaze. “how fucking stupid do you think i am?!”
she held back a sob and tentatively reached an arm out to touch his cheek, “baby-.”
he flinched back from her touch and she felt her heart break into a million more pieces.
“don’t call me that.”
she really had fucked it.
it was a moment of weakness. matty had been on tour for almost three months straight and she felt lonely, even with his nightly facetime calls and texts throughout the day telling her how much he missed her and loved her. yet it just wasn’t enough for her, so she texted one of her friends that she knew was crazy for her and used him.
she had felt the guilt immediately afterwards and was about to kick the guy out and pretend it never happened when her boyfriend walked through the bedroom door, three days earlier than expected, all smiles, excited to be back with the love of his life.
until he saw the scene in front of him, that is.
after about 15 minutes of the two men screaming at each other and her silently crying on the bed, still naked, matty had all but thrown him out of the front door and stormed back up the stairs, packing his bags.
she took a deep breath and composed herself, just wanting to explain.
“matty, you have to understand i was so lonely,” the tears were still flowing freely and she knew, realistically, that there was no fixing this, but she’d be damned if she didn’t try.
he stared down at her and pursed his lips, and she took the silence as a sign to continue, “i just needed the company matty, he meant nothing to me, please.”
she took another step towards him, and held his hand in hers, gently squeezing it, “you’re the only one i want matty, i love y-.”
he snatched his hand away from her grasp and took a few steps back, shaking his head in disbelief. “no, no, no-,”
she had started sobbing again, desperate to fix the mess she had created. “matty please-.”
“you don’t love me.” his voice was barely above a whisper which she somehow found worse than the yelling.
she nodded her head furiously, trying to make him understand. “yes i do-.”
“then why?” he was exhausted. all he wanted to do was come home to his girl for christmas, have a shower and cuddle up on the sofa watching some shitty christmas movie that she had picked out.
but no.
she had other plans.
the tears fell from his eyes and ran down his cheeks, and she had to resist the urge to wipe them away, kissing him gently on the cheeks like she usually would.
“it meant nothing matty, i swear! i was lonely and desperate and i hate myself for it. i’m so sorry, just please don’t go, i’ll do anything.”
he sighed and looked at her, stepping closer and placing his hands on her cheeks gently. her chest filled with hope when he kissed her passionately, thinking he had come to his senses and would forgive her.
he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers and took a deep breath. “i never thought i’d say this to you, but i really hate you right now.”
her eyes flew open and she stared into his, creasing her brows and shaking her head softly as he moved away from her, zipping up his suitcase.
“matty please-.”
he grabbed his case by the handle and brushed past her, making his way down the stairs. she raced after him to see him zipping his winter coat up.
“it was a mistake matty! i didn’t mean it why aren’t you listening to me!” she was utterly desperate now, her voice raising, trying to get him to understand.
he shook his head and picked up his keys, opening the door. “i’ll get george to pick the rest of my stuff up at some point.”
her lip quivered as she held on to the bannister of the staircase and begged him not to leave.
“please don’t go.”
he looked up at her one last time, and didnt feel anything when he looked at her. no love, no passion, not even anger or disgust.
nothing.
“goodbye y/n, look after yourself.”
he slammed the door behind him, and she collapsed into a mess on the floor, crying herself to sleep on the staircase.
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biscuitbakerbecca · 1 year ago
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Jared Kleinman for the character asks :)
Favorite Thing About Them
Jared is so bad at communicating he reminds me a lot of myself. I have ODD so it’s a little different, but the man is an asshole in the best way possible. He is petty and gives off angry cat energy in both fandom aspects and canon. Also I appreciate that he never acted against Evan even when he had the opportunity and reason to do so, he threatened it but he kept his mouth shut. Real friend right there <3 (I could tell everyone everything! Okay great! You go ahead! Do that! Tell everyone how you helped write emails pretending to be a kid who killed himself! Fuck you Evan!)
Least Favorite Thing About Them
He doesn’t have enough screen time/show time. People mischaracterize him because his entire character is shoved into as little time as possible. I know I just said that I love how he’s an asshole but he’s more than an asshole. He’s so clearly lonely and more than just an angry kid. At least in the book they made him “hot” in the end but the show and movie pretty much get rid of him come act two
Favorite Line
Kinky!
Just kidding
Asshole!
Okay okay for real this time
Yeah I hate to tell you this Evan, but you may have already perjured yourself.
Isn’t that only when you’re under oath? Like in a courtroom?
Well weren’t you under oath? In a way?
No.
Or from the movie (since I view them as different canons)
Connor took a letter from me. It was an assignment for my therapist.
Ew.
(I’d offer a different line but Jared doesn’t have that many)
BROTP
Jared and Zoe friendship!!! They hate each other they’re best friends they get drunk and cry together!!
Another excerpt of my own writing that explains this. Again my writing quality has gone up since this but oh well:
Connor rolled his eyes, "I'm saying that Evan will always be there, okay? You are so fucking stubborn, and I'm trying to be nice and make you feel better, just say thank you like a decent human being."
"You just made me feel shitty."
Connor threw his hands up, "Fuck! You're impossible!"
Zoe's voice screeched from below, "FUCK OFF! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND!"
— I don’t know what I want, but I need you. Chapter 12
OTP
Either kleinsen or kleinphy. They both have potential. All my kleinsen fics are really fluffy (soulmates, hurt/comfort, etc) and my kleinphy fics are like…rough and angsty (teen parenthood, child abuse, etc) I like both equally, but what I want to read depends on the content I’m looking for as shown by my own writing style
NOTP
Nothing icky like the parents being involved obviously, otherwise Jared/Zoe fics just don’t feel right. Jared is gay. Like he has to be. The book tried telling me he liked boobs and I know Val Emmich lied. Evan was simping at the end for a reason. Jared doesn’t even have to like Evan the man is still gay. Best part of the movie but dear god at what cost? (I did like the movie I swear)
Random Headcannon
Jared has two moms, or his mother is bisexual. I tried writing him with straight parents and every single time it feels kind of wrong
Also he has a cat. Her name is Mayonnaise. Mayo for short.
Unpopular Opinion
Idk if this is unpopular or not but I’m glad they cut Goin’ Viral. It only pushes the he’s an asshole idea and even though I love the song it wouldn’t have helped his characterization. I would have liked for them to properly record the song when they released the deluxe album but apparently Disappear Pt. 2: the duet version was more important.
Also Jared Goldsmith was my favorite Jared actor other than Will Roland. Nothing can beat the Will Roland vibes
Book Jared shouldn’t have ditched his glasses and got buff, they made him too powerful. Evan couldn’t help but fall for him. Let him stay as he is don’t make him conventionally attractive!
Song I Associate With Them
Jared is such a complicated guy. His feelings are deep. He’s cringy but free. I haven’t thought about this in a while hang on…
I imagine that Jared is a pop girlie and this gives the desperate for attention vibes that I usually associate with him
And as for his inherently cringey vibes that I usually give him…
I’m not sorry
Favorite Picture Of Them
Again, we have options…
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a-polite-melody · 6 months ago
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Wheeeeee
No but actually I realize that this is an actual fucking Real Version of the kind of nightmare I have which leaves me feeling the most disturbed once I’m awake
The type of dreams where Something Bad Happening, usually to an animal, and me trying to stop what’s going on, but I can’t physically stop The Bad Thing but if I could just communicate properly then I could get The Bad Thing to stop and save the animal
In the dreams themselves it’s usually actual physical animal abuse I’m stopping but can’t move fast enough to get to the person to stop them and also can’t yell because I have no voice for some reason
Which maps eerily neatly onto me trying to communicate how bad a condition the dog was in to both my dad and especially the owners who were and still are hours drive away—the owners to let them know that what I was seeing was Extremely Concerning Stuff and my dad to see if using An Older Adult Man to tell them how bad it was would make them understand the gravity of the situation better, and my dad not really understanding until hours before her death even though he was here with me some of the time and the owners I guess not understanding literally up until the moment of her death because I cannot imagine that they were seeing the behaviour I was and thinking that was “a dog being stubborn about moving because she gets very tired” when to me it looked like a dog that needed euthed immediately because of extreme respiratory distress
I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it
I wish I could have done more for her. I wish I could have prevented her suffering for so much longer than she needed to. I wish she hadn’t “died naturally” because it didn’t just suck for her owners and us but for her in a way that euthanasia before this point wouldn’t have.
I’m trying so hard not to blame myself because ultimately I did was I was Able to Legally and that feels shitty as fuck but also I Cannot afford to be sued for “killing someone’s dog” if I Had taken measures into my own hands and had her euthed (if I could even find a vet who would do it without proof of ownership because they’d also be legally on the hook). I still feel like there had to have been Something More I could have done. Anything. This dog was suffering
(Also I swear to FUCK if anyone asks if I tried recording what I was seeing—I’m sorry but I felt it more important to act to help the dog which tended to require my hands rather than hold a phone to record a video, and like I said, I didn’t really seem to have my dad understanding Quite that she Was Literally Dying until maybe hours before it happened so like… yeah I could call for him to film but do you think a 60+ y/o man is rushing over fast enough to catch what I’m seeing when he doesn’t understand the severity? Or really even if he did because the most concerning stuff wasn’t like… drawn out stuff.)
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letstrywritingmaybe · 1 year ago
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I’m behind on reading/commenting ugh. I did read one of the fics that updated but it made me sad. But like it wasn’t even really a sad fic, it was more open.
This is getting angry and ranty so I’m hiding it under the cut
But idk I’m just so so so tired of my queen being given the short end of the stick. Again it’s why I hella overcompensate and make him suffer. But it’s v annoying to me that he can do whatever and my queen will still love him? Fuck that bullshit. I’m sick of it. I’m sure it’s cause I’ve never been in romantic love so I don’t get it, but if that’s what it’s like I don’t want to understand. All these stories I hear of women staying in toxic relationships where as the men are always able to leave their shituationship and find better matches, is so difficult for me to wrap my head around. This is just in regards to the people in my real life and from some podcasts I listen to (and social media shit) but I swear the percentage is heavily skewed to women trying to save their shitty relationship while the men are able to break out of it.
Anyways, yeah it’s why I absolutely loathe fics where he’s a scumbag and my queen suffers but ultimately he gets to keep her. First that seems very ooc to me, but I also write him ooc too but just way opposite from that. So I guess whatever. But again I ask why must my queen suffer? Hasn’t she suffered enough? Why are we putting her through all this bullshit and tearing her down and making her believe she can only love this one man? Is this supposed to be romantic? Like what? Like oh wow, guess she’s so fucking lucky he decided to choose her after fucking around and being an absolute dick. Grody.
I swear I’m just too American or at least too much of a Vegas gal to be okay with this. Because I see this shit so much in fics and irl I am fucking terrified of it happening to me. To lose my complete sense of self for an underserving asshole who makes me question love? I would rather die. Like kill me please. Cause if there’s anything I know, it’s love. I’m Lots of Love for crying out loud! All forms of it! It’s not just romantic, but the rest of the world seems to think it’s the only one that matters. And I know I’m guilty of that too, cause I am to my core a hopeless romantic. But when it is pure. Not this brainwashed mess where men can be whores but women aren’t allowed to even look at another person.
Back on my fuck first love being the only love bullshit. I fucking hate this trope when it applies to only women. Not super fond of it with men either, but that’s more of a dig at my main fandom I can’t even enjoy anymore.
Would love to read a fic where she’s the player instead of him and it’s perfectly fine. Make him the one who wonders for fucking once. Does she love him? Maybe. Is she enjoying her life and fucking around? Absolutely and as she should! Not caring that she’s stringing him along cause he’s the back up that she knows she can always go back to, and maybe she does actually love him. Go figure.
Some days I get so angry I just want to write a fuck you fic, but also I don’t cause I hate writing and I have too many other projects I would rather finish so I never have to write again. But then I think about having to read these fics and noping out or sticking it out and being pissed even though I knew where it was going and I would hate it. And I’m like hella judgey but at least I’m not an awful person who leaves rude comments for a fic not meant for me. Yeah if you do that shit you’re a fucking asshole and I want nothing to do with you.
I didn’t intend to start this post off so angry, and now I don’t even remember my main reason for trying to make an update here. I’ve just annoyed myself and I need to leave or else I’ll be too tired for my hopeful boost of serotonin tomorrow (or today rather). I’m probably just irritated from being at the airport like all day. I love traveling but some airports and airlines suck.
Anyways main point, let Shiho bejeweled! Don’t keep her locked up in the basement! She’s a diamond, so let her shine damn it!
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ghcstvalleychief · 2 years ago
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No but the Lutawolf thing pissed me offfff! I was disgusted about the Emmett Till thing because any of us with a brain saw how that comparison was awful (and even though they tried to double down and swear it was a comparison instead of just apologizing and growing from this experience) but in that post they said a lot stuff that sounded very much like victim blaming and ableism as well. The whole post was rife with it but these parts stood out:
“Now, if you accuse someone. You have to have proof. And I don't mean bruises on wrists. I give those to my submissive when I do bondage.
For instance, if it was me. I could tag several people on here who know me in real life that can verify everything I've told you guys. I could point you to court casings. There were video taps, DNA, and much more. So much that they pled guilty. Never mind that they only got five months.
So not only do we not have proof from Poi. Other than pictures that were found to be stolen. She took someone else's pictures to use as her own. Do you see what I went through. I have videos and pictures. If it had been me that she stole from, I'd make her the abuse victim she wants to be so badly. “
As someone who’s also a survivor but was very young and couldn’t provide proof for many reasons, I was met with this same attitude from people for years because I spoke out. I hate survivors with superiority complex because the rest of us that don’t fit their perfect definition end up feeling belittled and invalidated. Like this isn’t even about the Poi/Build thing it’s about making other survivors who’s story probably looked similar on the outside, feel like crap all over again. Although, I find it funny that someone who says they don’t care about one party or the other, they definitely did a good job of painting Poi as the “psycho” and Build as the poor innocent baby. That’s why comparing him and his situation to Emmett felt even worse than if they’d just left it at that. Emmett was an innocent child and Build is a grown ass man with a documented history of similar behavior. The whole post was just disgusting all around.
I was contemplating abandoning the KP fandom after you said you probably would but, after this, I think I’m out for good. So many people who I used to admire here have recently shown themselves to just have the worst opinions. Anyway, sorry I just wanted to rant. There’s a lot of drama going on so please just ignore this if you want to.
Fuck Lutawolf. You know, I said I was gonna stay off of here, but I caught wind of all this bullshit and I had to see for myself what the fuck was going on.
I had that person blocked for quite some time but I unblocked them because I want them to see everything I'm saying regarding this issue.
At the end of the day, you can defend your shitty fave without comparing that piece of shit to an innocent child who was tortured and murdered as a result of false accusations. This is NOT the same. Build is NOT Emmett Till nor are their situations the same. Build is a garbage individual who has had a pattern of being awful and everything is finally catching up to him. Build is a racist, homophobic, misogynistic piece of shit (as per his own words when he wrote that sad sob letter last year after we found out how he truly thinks). He is not being unfairly targeted due to racism or outright hatred. Actions have consequences. You can't walk through this world thinking you can say and do whatever you want without there being consequences.
That's not how this works. Fuck Build, fuck his fans/supporters/staunch defenders, and fuck anyone else who thinks they can use murdered Black children to absolve Build of any perceived guilt. You can make a point without using Black trauma to justify and manipulate people into feeling sympathy for a guilty piece of trash. The Black trauma was used to really hit everyone right in the feels so they can care enough to ignore that he has a history of being awful. His fans have covered it up and have been trying to get other people to stop talking about it for MONTHS. Since that's not working this time, I guess they have to pull out the big guns. They're spreading misinformation and trying to quiet his accuser while also trying to force the rest of his cast mates to come out and defend him when there's nothing to defend. Brands are publicly renouncing him and cutting ties with him for a reason. He's bad for business and rightfully so.
Your fave has always been a bad person and it's finally caught up to him and now everyone knows. Stan who you want. Support who you want. If you want to support a guilty man, just say that. We won't respect you but at least be honest with yourself and everyone else.
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blinkaholik1 · 9 months ago
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Grand Prize
FADE IN
INT. CAR­DAY
JAQUITO, 20, tall, strong man with facial hair, and BONES, 22, also with facial hair, medium stature, and sarcastic are driving in a suburban neighborhood.
JAQUITO Hey man, you ready?
BONES looks over to JAQUITO.
BONES Are you?
EXT. OUTSIDE HOUSE­DAY
Action shots as they pull up to a house. BONES and JAQUITO exit the car and put on ski masks.
BONES Ok remember the plan. We go in, find this guy and get out.
BONES holds up a badly printed image of a 22 year old man with glasses and short hair.
JAQUITO Uhm, is that picture supposed to be shitty?
BONES My printer was almost out of in ok?
JAQUITO Fucking amatuer
BONES Whatever, I’ll come in through the front door and you try around back.
JAQUITO Aw man, why do I always have to go around back? I always step in dog shit or trip over kids shit. I hate it.
BONES I have the lockpick and I’m the best at it. I’m not gonna let you set off the alarm and fuck up this entire plan. So go fuck yourself and go around back!
JAQUITO mutters under his breath, mocking BONES. He opens the side gate and closes it behind him. He turns around to find a dog staring right at him.
JAQUITO Good doggie, stay there.
JAQUITO grabs a bat and swings at the dog.
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EXT. OUTSIDE HOUSE­DAY
BONES is picking the lock. He hears the dog get hit with the bat.
BONES Fucking amateur
BONES unlocks the lock and creeps inside.
INT. HOUSE­DAY
BONES checks the front rooms military style and calls for JAQUITO. JAQUITO opens the back door and joins with BONES.
BONES Ok search upstairs. I’ll look over here.
Bones walks down the hallway into the rooms checking for people.
Jaquito goes upstairs to the only room. He opens the door quietly and tightens his grip on his bat. He tiptoes in and slowly drops to the ground to look under the bed.
The closet door opens violently and YAZZER comes flying out with a knife.
YAZZER AHHH!
Yazzer runs toward Jaquito with knife in hand. Jaquito rolls to the side missing the knife. Jaquito jumps on top of him and grabs his arms.
The two wrestle on the ground for a minute. Grunting as the knife is pointed at Jaquito then Yazzer then back at Jaquito. Yazzer pulls off Jaquito’s ski mask.
YAZZER Ha! I’ve seen your face, I’ll remember you!
JAQUITO Bones! Get the fuck up here!
Bones hears the struggle from downstairs and races up the stairs. He pulls Yazzer off of Jaquito and puts him in a chokehold. Bones pins Yazzer’s arms behind his back.
YAZZER Who the fuck are you guys?
BONES Shut up! You know what you did, you had this coming.
YAZZER I have no idea what you’re talking­­
Jaquito sends a right hook to Yazzer’s face knocking him out.
CUT TO BLACK
EXT. HOUSE­DAY
Jaquito and Bones are loading Yazzer into the trunk of Bone’s car. Yazzer comes to as they put him in.
YAZZER What? No! DON’T!
BONES Keep all body parts inside the car at all times. Thank you very much and enjoy the ride.
Bones slams the trunk shut and walks into the car.
INT. CAR­DAY
Bones starts the car and takes off his ski mask. He Looks through the back windows at Jaquito.
BONES Hey what are you doing? Let’s blow this pop stand already.
Jaquito looks up with a grim expression on his face. He slowly walks to the car door and gets in.
BONES Nice work out there.
Another simple job And no one got hurt..
JAQUITO He came at me with a knife!
BONES Ya but I got him didn’t I? Let’s just go collect from Mr. Chazar,that’ll cheer you up.
Jaquito looks out the window playing with his hands and looks around nervously.
BONES What is it now? Step in dog shit again?
JAQUITO No man, that guy said he’d remember my face
BONES (BLOWS RASPBERRY) Whatever man, he’s not going to be around long enough to remember anything.
YAZZER Please don’t kill me. I didn’t do anything wrong I swear!
Jaquito and Bones both turn around and look at the backseat. They look back at each other and let out a laugh.
BONES What are you talking about?
YAZZER Ok alright, I might have jerked off a couple of times in his..
JAQUITO Woah man we don’t wanna know that gross shit you do.
BONES Ya and besides, we don’t care What the hell you did, we just deliver Whoever has a price on their head And you my friend, are a goldmine.
YAZZER If money is what you want, I’ll give you everything I Have just let me go.
JAQUITO Don’t worry, I already took your Wallet when you “fell asleep”.
Jaquito and Bones laugh at each other and crank up the radio.
FADE TO
EXT. MR.CHAZAR’S HOUSE­DAY
Jaquito and Bones exit the car and goes to the trunk. Bones beats his fist on the trunk twice.
BONES Don’t go running off now, Ya hear?
Bones chuckles and joins Jaquito at the door. They knock on the door and MR. CHAZAR, Late 20s, Intelligent, Wealthy and Blunt answers the door.
MR. CHAZAR Hello again, Bones.
The two firmly grab hands staring each other in the face.
MR. CHAZAR I see you brought your Monkey along again.
JAQUITO Ya, good to see you to, Dick.
MR. CHAZAR Well what have you got for me This time?
BONES Right this way.
Bones leads Mr. Chazar towards his trunk. Jaquito follows behind looking at the ground.
MR. CHAZAR Is this really the best you Could afford?
BONES What it’s brand new besides, It’s American made not one
Of those Japanese trap boxes.
Bones puts his key into the trunk. He tries to lift it but it is stuck.
BONES Ah! Damn thing is stuck again!
Bones finally lifts the trunk exposing Yazzer. The sunlight blinds him as the captors come into focus.
MR. CHAZAR Oh shit.
BONES What do you mean “oh shit”?
MR. CHAZAR I mean I don’t know who the fuck this Is. This isn’t Darrel Rhineberg!
YAZZER Wait you're after Mr. Rhineberg? That’s the guy who payed me to watch His place.
Bones starts throwing a tantrum, throwing his fists in the air and yelling.
BONES How the fuck did this happen? Who ratted us out? Shit! Fuck!
MR. CHAZAR Did he say where he was going?
YAZZER I think Europe but I don’t remember Man just let me go.
JAQUITO Fuck no man! You’ve seen our faces Were not going to let you run to the cops.
MR. CHAZAR Now gentleman, there are several ways To deal with this predicament. Bring him Inside quickly before the neighbors hear him.
Mr. Chazar goes back towards his house.
BONES Ya sure, don’t help or anything!
Bones and Jaquito lift Yazzer out of the trunk and walk towards the house.
FADE TO
INT. MR.CHAZAR’S HOUSE­DAY
Mr. Chazar, Bones and Jaquito sit around a table drinking beers googling “How to get rid of a body” on the computer.
MR. CHAZAR Ah here’s a good one, We Cut off all of his limbs and Disperse them around the city.
BONES Naw too much driving, gas Ain’t free.
JAQUITO How about we strap a car battery To his nipple and fry him!
MR. CHAZAR And how would that dispose of the Body?
Jaquito looks back and forth for a moment then looks down.
JAQUITO I don’t know but I’d be fun to watch.
BONES How about we just bury him in the Woods, real simple like.
MR. CHAZAR That could work, assuming you don’t Leave any evidence.
JAQUITO We got this and I know just the trail.
CUT TO
EXT. WOODS­DUSK
Jaquito is carrying Yazzer on his back towards Bones while Bones is digging a hole. Jaquito rests Yazzer on a nearby tree and catches his breath.
YAZZER Can you undo this tape?
JAQUITO (Out of breath) Now why would I go and do that?
YAZZER Because I have to shit so unless you Wanna wipe..
BONES No shitting, you can go All you want when you're dead.
Bones chuckles at his own joke and keeps digging.
JAQUITO Aw let the man shit, we can Call it his final wish.
Bones stops digging and looks at Jaquito.
BONES Fine let him shit, just hold on to Him, we don’t need him getting away now.
Jaquito nods and Bones goes back to digging. Jaquito grabs a rope and ties it around Yazzer’s arm. Jaquito cuts off his constraints and Yazzer squats down and farts violently. Jaquito turns around in disgust.
JAQUITO Holy fuck! What have you been fucking..
Yazzer comes up from behind and wraps the rope around his neck. Yazzer pulls tighter and tighter until Jaquito falls, unmoving.
Bones hears the sound of Jaquito dropping.
BONES Damn that guy really had to go, Hey you alright over there Jaquito? Jaquito?
There’s no response only the sounds of insects and trees rustling. Bones stops digging and gets out of the hole and walks cautiously toward Jaquito. Yazzer throws his rope around Bone’s legs, tripping him.
BONES You son of a bitch!
Bones rushes towards Yazzer hitting him in the chest. Yazzer counters with a hook to the face knocking him to the ground.
BONES Oh you wanna play dirty huh? Bring it on bitch!
Bones gets up and swings at Yazzer. Yazzer blocks it with his fist then knees Bones in the stomach. Bones falls over out of breath and coughs. Yazzer grabs the shovel off the ground and stands over Bones.
BONES Aw C’mon man, we weren’t gonna­­
Yazzer swings the shovel into Bone’s face killing him. Yazzer searches Bone’s pants and pulls out his own wallet with all the cash and credit cards missing. He finds Bone’s keys and gives his body a kick. Yazzer walks over towards Jaquito who is just coming to.
JAQUITO No wait­­
YAZZER Now maybe this time you’ll remember my face.
Yazzer hits Jaquito with the shovel and throws it on the ground. He pauses for a moment before walking down the a trail towards the woods.
FADE TO CREDITS
After the credits, Jaquito, fatally injured, raises his hand to a flashlight being shown in his direction. Mr. Chazar comes to him and helps him stand up. Mr. Chazar sees Bones laying dead nearby. He starts grunting and clinching his fists and yells "you rat! I'll get you!" into the woods. He grabs Jaquito and walks down the same trail Yazzer went down.
FADE OUT
Cuss word Count: Shit­ 12 Fuck­ 12 Bitch/Dick/Damn­ 5 Total: 29 in Approx. 10 mins. 29/10­ 2.9 cuss words per minute.
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appreciatingtokrev · 3 years ago
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okay so i.. just gotta vent/rant. don’t read if you’re uncomfy? also brief tw! suicide mention in the 2nd last paragraph
i can’t exactly tell you why yet, but god, i’m not okay right now. i’m angry. sad. hurt. i feel played. yk, my ex is abro & genderfluid? i think? at least their insta says that, tho idk how often they update that. but his whatsapp pfp currently has an mlm & a trans flag on it, so, at least rn, they’re trans mlm and i think he goes by he/they? and, like, i’m happy they’re comfy in his identity and all that shit. like, pop off, ig. nice you can be you. but i feel so fucking played by this goddamn bitch. at least i’m now 100% sure that i’ll never ever go back to them no matter what?
when we were in a relationship (that was uh 8 months in 2020/2021, from october until very early june) he basically forced the label 'woman' onto me. back then, they were a non-binary lesbian going by they/she, i think. not too sure about the pronouns, but that doesn’t really matter. the problem was the label lesbian. they knew well before our relationship that i identify as demiboy. and for me, there was nothing lesbian or wlw about that. i identified as omni ace, with a pretty big mlm lean. they knew there was zero girl in me and still identified as a lesbian, saying i’m an 'exception' and all that stuff. tbh, i don’t think he ever saw me as anything that doesn’t include girl or is heavily male. and, idk, i’m just fucking angry. because, now, after a year, he’s fucking gay. they’re identifying as a person that could be attracted to me with labels that i’d be okay with in a relationship. (like, idc if you’re lesbian & attracted to me. kinda contradictory with my identity, idc tho. but as soon as we’re dating & you’re a lesbian, i’m not comfy.) it’s fucking with my head, fr. why?? why could he never be gay for me??? why did they have to be lesbian?? i forced myself to be genderfluid for them. we called our relationship lesbian because he wanted to. i ignored all of me and tried to identify as a non-binary lesbian for them, just so he’s comfy. and now, suddenly, he’s fucking mlm.
i know they aren’t at fault for identifying the way they do, but it fucking hurts. like, i made myself out to be a whole other person for 8 months!!!! eight!! while not comfy at all!! and 4 out of those, i wasn’t even happy, and only stayed bc i was 99% sure he’d go kill himself once i break up and i was so fucking afraid of that!!!!!
i can’t fucking put the shit i’m feeling right now into words. i’m not livid. i’m not bawling my eyes out. i guess i’m just angry. pained. disappointed. hurt. idk. but not happy, not happy at all.
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