#oh yea hes a piece of . plastic

[motherforthefamicom]

old oc guy im tryinf to rework 👍

[merowkittie]

Just got my belly pierced, heres Hobie piercing your belly for you 🩷

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” You kept chanting to the gods as Hobie was preparing his terrible set up to pierce your navel.

“‘Is not tha’ bad, mate.” Hobie sighed as he saw you start shaking when he held the needle. “I’m not even gonna use this yet.”

You looked him in the eye and almost started crying as he grabbed a sharpie to mark where he’d put the needle. “Hobie I’m really fucking scared.”

He scoffed at your scared looking face and gave you a mirror. “Thas’ good?”

You looked into the plastic at the marks on your chubby stomach and pouted, “Do you think it’s gonna look right on me?”

“Babe, the beauty standard is a social construct. We don’t believe in that alright?” He kissed your lips, instantly curing the pout on your face. “There’s my cute baby punk.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded to him, handing back the mirror. He cleaned the needle and moved over to you. “You’re gonna breathe with me, yea?”

“Mhm.. hob..” you shakily breathed out his nick name.

“‘M right here.” He lined up the needle with your mark and started to inhale slowly, “Follow me. Just take a deep breath in and..”

As you followed his steps you inhaled and waited for him to tell you to exhale when all of a sudden you felt something pierce your skin and you gasped.

“And exhale. Don’t hyperventilate like that or else you’ll pass out.” He was half way in your skin and shoved the needle the rest of the way up.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck.. oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. OW OW! HOBIE.” You breathed shakily the entire time. You gripped onto the plastic you guys set down on the bed sheets in your laying position and tried to steady your breathing.

It didn’t work.

“I’m just putting the other piece of the jewelry on babe, chill.” He laughed as you glared at him.

He wiped away the blood that began to form around the area and sprayed it with some saline. Once it was dry he kissed around your stomach and you giggled.

Your hands darted to the wicks on his head, his own hands tangling in your locs as he made his way up to you.

“How did I do?” You asked the man above you with a goofy smile. His hands played with one of your locs and he tried to stifile a laugh.

“You um.. ya did great.” He lied to your face. Which you obviously knew but you chose to ignore It.

“Dame Besito?” You placed your hands on his strong jaw, letting your fingers rest on his cheekbones.

“Yes ma’am.” He leaned down and let you capture his lips in a kiss.

I hope I captured Hobie at least a bit right.. I fucking love him. Had to bring some appreciation to my readers with locs/dreads. Also tried to make this gender neutral.

[whowantslovergirl]

You Stupid Bitch

Maddy Perez x reader (gender not specified)

warnings: cursing its euphoria yk, nate jacobs the homophobic gay woman beater, talks about the abuse, reader being an awesome person, somewhat happy ending, and yea! don't forget to smile!! ^ this means start the song 💋

euphoria masterlist

Summary: Maddy can't see that the perfect one for her is Y/N

posted: January 27,2024

Almost everyone knows how toxic Maddy and Nate is. If you don't know anything about their relationship you basically live under a rock.

The person who knew the most was Y/n a timid person but with a loud personality that's why Maddy and them got along so well.

It even got to the point where everyone thought they were a couple and only Y/n wishes for such a thing.

Because they and everyone else believes they are perfect for Maddy.

Except Maddy. ^

You let the wrong people love you

But you don't see that, do you?

When you cry and need my comfort

I drop everything to come over

Nate fucked up again and Maddy is paying for it again.

They were in her room making out and her phone kept ringing. It was this guy that was like obsessed with Maddy.

Nate saw it, got angry, threw stuff like the man he is, Maddy started crying, Nate didn't care, and blah blah blah. He left and Maddy is still crying and immediately texted you.

You were doing homework and a project at the same time when you got a text.

Maddy <3

can u please come over need ur comfort again??

You immediately went to her house.

The homework and project is due next week anyway.

Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth

Just count to ten and try to breathe

You stupid bitch, can't you see

the perfect one for you is me?

You were over at Maddys again trying to her calm down. "He's such a cunt Y/n! I did nothing fucking wrong!" You were quick to agree and still trying to get her to calm down.

"Just count to ten and try to breathe babe." You call everyone babe so of course Maddy isn't gonna find anything weird with the nickname.

She slowly started to calm down. "Thanks Y/n I can always count on you. You're literally my soulmate." She smiled and pulled you into a hug.

If only she said that out of a romantic love instead of a platonic one.

Maddy is your soulmate.

But she's too fucking dumb to see that.

"Anything for you Mads."

The perfect one for you is me

The perfect one for you is me

You stupid bitch, can't you see

the perfect one for you is me?

You and Maddy were taking a walk around the block. An old couple was walking the opposite way and they saw you guys.

"Oh well you guys are the most beautiful young couple l've ever seen!" The old lady says with a smile.

Before you correct her Maddy was a little too quick to jump to the opportunity.

"Oh we're not together I have a boyfriend." Yea for two more days, is what you wanted to say but the old lady just apologized and said

"Well I can tell the one you have now is not the one."

Literally everyone knows it but her.

You don't know what you deserve

And that's why you end up hurt

But you never listen

Take my advice as criticism

"Maddy he doesn't deserve you!" You and Maddy were arguing over the fact that Nate is a piece of shit. You think she doesn’t deserve to be treated like a piece of plastic but she believes that he’s just broken and needs someone to help him.

“You don’t known him Y/n! He needs someone to help him!”

“Yeah a fucking therapist! You shouldn’t have to pay for his actions Mads!” She just shook her head. “He treats you like shit! Every time something happens he storms off like a fucking bitch. He doesn’t care about you, Maddy. He just knows you will never leave him.”

“He does care Y/n! He’ll kill for me and I’ll kill for him. You just don’t know what true love looks like because you’ve been treated like shit in all of your relationships!” You knew she didn’t mean that so you just brushed it off.

“You don’t know what you deserve Maddy and when he puts his hands on you, which he will, don’t come crying to me!” You stormed out of her room and she heard the door slam and immediately started crying.

Her mom, who heard the whole thing. Just stared at her. Maddy looked up wondering why her own mother is not comforting her.

“Tienen razón Maddy. Puede parecer amor verdadero, pero es todo menos eso y muy pronto lo verás tal como es.”

(They are right Maddy. It may feel like true love but it’s anything but that and you will see him for who he truly is very soon.)

Then make the worst decisions

She went back to him but you weren’t surprised in any way. She can be stupid if she wants, you stopped caring.

You saw her the Monday after the fair and you guys made eye contact and she looked pale and very tired. She was also dressed in a turtleneck, since when did she wear a turtleneck in hot weather. Then it hit you.

‘I knew it, he fucking choked her.’

Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth

Just count to ten and try to breathe

You stupid bitch, can't you see

The perfect one for you is me?

When you see Maddie having a breakdown in the cafeteria and only Cassie comforting her at school you can tell she needs you. Really bad.

So you go over and just sit down and hug her. No questions asked. And she gladly accepted the hug and just cried into your shoulder.

“It’s alright Mads.”

The perfect one for you is me

The perfect one for you is me

You stupid bitch, can't you see

The perfect one for you is me?

After Maddy had your comfort. She’s been on you like crazy. Trying to kiss you and all. You thought this is what you wanted but not like this. Not after Nate.

“Maddy please. Just chill out.” You said trying to pull her arms off you. and she’s still trying to kiss you and hug you.

“You know your the best ever right? Even better than Nate.”

This is fucking bullshit.

Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth

Just count to ten and try to breathe

You stupid bitch, can't you see

The perfect one for you is me?

Another shitshow with Nate and Maddy. You’re honestly sick of this shit.

You gotta tell her how you feel.

_____

“Maddy I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“You know what Maddy! This fucking hot and cold shit. I’m done being the therapist.”

“If it was that serious why did you keep doing it?!”

“Because I was in love with you Maddy! I was fucking in love. But now I’m not so?!”

“What do you mean you’re not?”

“I mean I’m not Maddy. Bye.” You walked out and just left her.

You never felt so fucking free.

The perfect one for you is me

The perfect one for you is me

You stupid bitch, can't you see

She just couldn’t see you were perfect for her and will continue to get hurt. But you’re okay with that.

The perfect one for you is me?

An: GOT MY SHIT CHECKED but the spacing looks weird so I don’t know how to fix tht BUT HOPE YOU ENJOYED

[kiwisofsharks]

Yo, don’t do that shit too much [M.M. 1610 & 42]

summary: he found your secret stash and confronted you

pairings: earth 1610! miles morales x gn! reader & earth 42! miles morales x gn! reader

warnings: unedited and not proofread, weeds, edibles, mentiojs of addiction/dependency/relapsing, miles and reader is too affectionate for friends, reader has a soft stomach, they communicate healthily, not really satisfied with this one, might rewrite it when get better, midterms just finished and I’m sick rn

notes: requested by @sflame15-blog, idk if you’ll like it, cus i don’t like it that much. could’ve done better, i think its unrealistic. I’ll revise it when i get better <3

earth 1610 miles morales

“Weeds are illegal and you should never try it,” is what his dad always tell him if they detain another intoxicated person after causing trouble in town.

That’s why I think he’ll never even think of trying to touch those things. So it surprised him when he found some of your stash, especially since you’re pretty close with his parents and would always agree with his father.

He’ll lament on how to confront you for weeks. Not sure if he should even confront you about it since he doesn’t smell it on you; he just found some random plastic ziplock in your room, doesn’t mean it’s yours, right?

He tried acting normal whenever he’s with you. But his staring is less than normal in your opinion. It’s obvious he wants to tell you something. You also know that someone has found your stash, not sure who but you guess its miles considering that he’s being weird and all.

I think he’ll be more worried about your health rather than the fact that you smoke weed. He won’t tell on you, he’s not a snitch.

Will try to make you stop. He’ll do it discreetly if you’re not willing. Call him manipulative but he knows that you shouldn’t be taking those.

Miles sit quietly on your beanbag (or maybe it was your room mate’s? He never asked) his eyes poking holes at the back your head while you sit in your desk studying. He went to your room for some company while he reads his comic, but he’s just really there to try and maybe finally ask you about the stash.

“Quit staring, Morales. If you have something to say, just say it. Thought were way past the awkward stage?”

“Huh? I’m not staring, who says I’m staring?”

Turning your chair to face him with a questioning look. Your brow raised at his behavior. “Really, Miles?” Squinting at his eyes, you telepathically egged him to spill why he’s been so weird recently.

“Okay! So I found something and… I didn’t find it on purpose, okay? I just found it by accident!”

“You found my weeds, didn’t you?”

“yea.” Miles looked away from you like you just found out that he stole something from a shop. He looked so guilty while trying to explain that he didn’t really mean to see it.

“Nah, you’re fine. I’ve been meaning to stop anyways. Just gave me more reason to push through. Just relapsing is all. I’m not planning to use it or anything! It just helps that I know I have some if ever I need it.”

“Oh, okay. Cool cool.” He paused, swinging back and forth on the bean bag as if its a swing. “So you’re not mad that I found it?”

“Not really, but as punishment you need to try these cookies.” You replied, pulling out a metal container from one of your drawers, the few pieces of cookies inside making a sound as it hits the metal container.

Immediately standing up from his seat, he stood in front of you as you handed him one. “Oh, nice! I really like cookies, you know that right?” Taking a bite from it, he hums and observed the cookie while he chews. “Little on the dryer side, did you make them?”

“Nah, I bought them. They’re called edibles, it’s what I use now.”

He stops his chewing completely and just stared at you. Not willing to move his jaw even the slightest. “So it has weed in if?”

“Yea, but not too much. I’m just lessening my in take more and more until I completely stop.”

“Okaaay, I did not like that dry ass cookie, should’ve known that no normal cookie would be that dry unless you’re really bad at it.”

Throwing your head back from laughing, you took a bite from your cookie while still giggling as Miles put down his and proceeded to chug down water from his tumbler. “It’s not that bad, Miles.”

“In all seriousness tho, I’m glad that you’re willing to stop, yn.”

“Yea, thanks, guapito.”

Rolling his eyes and turning his back to you to hide his blush. He returned to plop down at the bean bag and hide his blush with the comic book. Though you can still see his red ears from the sides. Seriously, he doesn’t know whether to hate it or love it when you tease him like that.

earth 42 miles morales

He actually caught you in the act. Miles barged into your room as usual without knocking and caught you red handed while lighting one up, some sticks still laying on your desk and a few used ones on an ashtray that he doesn’t know you have.

He knows what those were, and he also knows that you shouldn’t be smoking that shit.

Unlike his 1610 counterpart who took his time confronting you, earth 42 miles stole the stick directly from your hand along with the other used and unused one and dumped it all on your trashcan, poured water over it and got into a heated argument over it.

He knows you became reliant on it, maybe even addicted. He studied that shit and while it is proven to have relived some of the patients’ pain, you shouldn’t be taking it.

While arguing with you, he keeps staring at your once clear eyes now red due to marijuana. You never scream nor raise your tour voice at anyone, so to find you so mad baffled him.

He knows he reacted too badly, but what do you expect him to do? Act like he didn’t see it?

While you’re too preoccupied getting mad at him, he pressed a pressure point at the back of your neck. Catching your body as you loose consciousness.

When you woke up the next day, you found him slumped at your desk.

You stood up beside him, gently shaking him awake. “Miles, wake up.”

Moving his arms to hug your waist and bury his face in your soft stomach “Just five more minutes, mami.”

“Move to the bed, your back’ll hurt if you don’t sleep properly.” You said, massaging the exposed scalp between his braids.

Groaning he finally stood up, refusing to release his hold on you and waddling to the bed like a penguin. Miles flopped down onto the bed, still having you in his hold. He burrowed his face into you neck, deeply inhaling your natural scent and some smoke that clung to your clothes from last night. “I’m sorry for how I reacted last night, ma.” He whispered, his breath tickling your skin and hair standing from the sensation. “Didn’t mean to be so harsh, I just… that’s bad for you. I don’t want you doing that shit.“

“I know, Miles. You meant good,” Hugging his head closer to you while your other hand rubs his back. You know Miles gets extremely guilty when he does something he doesn’t mean to you and it takes a whole lot of convincing and reassurance to get him to calm down.

“Stop taking that shit, ma. I’ll help you. Just don’t destroy yourself.” His voice trembles, Miles was close to crying, something he only shows you and his mother. “I don’t know why you’re taking those, but if you’re stressed and you just want relief, I’ll help you. I’ll distract you or maybe take you on dates, just stop taking those.”

Your own eyes watered from the cracks in his voice. Miles knows that you’re addicted, he searched through your room last night, finding stash after stash of those leaves. “I’ll try, Miles. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Damn right you should be.”

[uchihaharlot]

Happy Smutty Shisui Sunday! I didn’t forget about my man.

This week I went to hell and back and back and back some more. Hardly had any Shisui or Uchiha simpy time for myself. 😩😭 Completely missed my ovulation horny thirst week!! I hope this makes up for it, to you and to me.

Ovulating or not, I’m still unbearably horny for this man.

NSFW; Shisui has been busting fat loads of his cum inside of you. In hopes that you’d end up pregnant & yes, I know Shisui’s birthday has passed. Consider this some sort of retroactive celebration on top of Shisui smutty Sundays.

WC: an ungodly amount of horny brain goes brrrr; mostly edited. My eye started to twitch so yea.

Well. Obviously after about six months he starts to think something is wrong with him or you. He wasn’t entirely shy when it came to making sure he thrusted his warm cum deep at your cervix. And even so far as to repeatedly fucking one load after another into you. You just sort of figured it was that Uchiha breeding kink and let him have his way to sate the desire. That maybe he couldn’t help it and that might be why you ended up beneath him for hours, folded like a pretzel and flipped over to be taken any which way.

Certainly the breeding was partial to it. Shisui really was and at some point admits to hoping you’d grow round with his baby. “…can we talk?”

Was there something wrong with the swim team? Last he checked; or well the yearly physical. They were in prime condition to root and grow inside your womb. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with him. And maybe he peeped your file and saw everything was in working order for you as well.

“Shisui-kun.” You sit with him at the table; the concern that spreads his face is immaculate. “What’s wrong?”

How does he say this without coming off as weird and maybe even a bit creepy. “I’ve been trying to get you pregnant for the better half of a year and …” full stop when you grab his hand and squeeze.

“Oh, Shisui.” That soft smile he loves so much stretches your lips. “It’s severely impossible at this time.”

Severely?

Well how in the nine circles to hell was that? ‘At this time?’ So it could or had been possible before. “Explain this, please?” It sounded so desperate when he didn’t mean it to. The words wrapped around his larynx and dried his throat, and barely sounded normal as they scratched their way out.

“It’s called birth control.” You try not to laugh, how was he unaware of this? You’ve mentioned it in the past. Maybe long ago.

“No, I would have seen you take the pill. I figured you had stopped since…well, since things are more serious.” How cute was Shisui when he struggled to express his doubts, second guessing if he was full of it or not. Certainly he knew there were other forms of contraception. The look on his face as you explain what an intrauterine device was had you almost in tears of laughter. Even someone like Obito was aware of this.

To think that a measly piece of plastic wrapped in copper was interfering with his family planning!? This was inconceivable—literally! He was an Uchiha for fucks sake. How could something with no substance other than metal and plastic prevent such powerful genes from taking root. This simply did not sit well, but eventually passed as Shisui went through the phases of realization. It almost felt wasteful to think how many times he’s tirelessly laid you down, had you cramped beneath him. Talking filth of spilling into you and milking himself bone dry.

Hot and sweaty; orgasm after orgasm. Even a silent prayer to the gods that he would be blessed with a next of kin. The sour look on his face before he sheepishly smiles said it all as you speak. “I am sorry this disappoints you.”

In reality, couples talked before they had children. Shisui was an entirely different breed of man. He didn’t operate on reckless abandon but to say that the shock value of your uterus not being at his disposal was not something he counted on when he was purposely trying to fuck a baby in you. He almost looks pitiful.

Shrugs it off. Patching up his wounded ego, “it’s fine.” When it didn’t really feel fine. A small part of you felt guilty seeing him so forlorn over it.

And another deplorably sick part of you revels in it, how desperate was Shisui to make your body his in more ways than one. “We can talk about it sometime? Typically…this is a group decision.” With what little words he could manage now, Shisui deliberated the ordeal wasn’t in his favor.

That stung a bit. His irrational need to pump you full of his own personal brand of Uchiha specimen completely outweighed the rational sense of procreation. It was a dual effort and Shisui, too, felt a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry.”

Yes, he was. You can see it, feel it. How adorably cute he looked with puppy dog reds. So caught in his emotions that the forehead kiss you planted took a beat for it to register. “No harm, no foul.” Your forgiveness was much appreciated. You took it far better than he anticipated in this instance.

From that day forward, a new idea populated in your mind. It was stupid as all hell, but what a better birthday gift than the very thing that tormented his ability to impregnate you. It crossed your doctor as weird when you asked if you could take it with you. Usually it was a firm no, this was a biological hazard. But having the privilege of dating one of the most influential men of all times, from the most prestigious clans the Hidden Village ever produced. The only time you would ever pull that sort of weight over your head. Shisui would surely not appreciate you using the Uchiha name to get what you wanted.

Much less to instill fear into the doctor with no recourse to back it up.

But it works in your favor. Wrapped up cute, the device rests in a small box. Of course this wasn’t a real gift, it was a gag. The real gift was some specially designed and crafted ninja tools, a subscription to that expensive ass hair care he bought throughout the year and well. Your undying love and affection of course. What better way to bring a man to his knees when he came home from a long mission than to tell him that your womb was for the taking? It was hardly romantic, how were you supposed to know this man would froth at the mouth as he entered the kitchen.

Well, you should have known. The skimpy crotchless lingerie you are wearing was a welcome surprise. Then bending over into the oven as if you hadn’t noticed he was there, I mean you did. Looking over your shoulder told you all you needed to see. That thousand yard stare as the kaleidoscope behind his eyes wound tight and instantaneously bled red. Even further widening to elicit what most would call formidable. It was a treat for you when Shisui salaciously threatened you with his Mangekyō. This was a special occasion.

There wasn’t any part of you that his eyes mapped out and took in as you approached him.

“Happy birthday.” You whisper, leaning up to pepper a soft kiss on either cheek before his eagerly opening lips nip at you. “Hungry?”

How easily she looked into the Mangekyō as if it wasn’t a loaded gun. “That’s an understatement.” His hands have been running up and down your sides already, thumbing at the lacy material that did fuck all for the imagination. It literally wrote the entire thing for him. “What’s this?”

Shisui obviously knew it was his birthday, though he hadn’t expected this display of affection. Ok; that’s a blatant lie. He did expect some sort of celebration but this was on an entirely different realm than what he considered.

The opener gag gift. That little wrapped box was easy tore through in swift fashion. Though, its contents perplexed him further. Looking to you again, red silk pearls spin wildly. “That was the baby inhibitor.”

Oh. This was the thing. “Was?” Mission lag had not been kind to Shisui, it was a rough few days. Too many stalled attempts before it was accomplished. But being a genius didn’t leave him entirely ignorant. “Oh.” Like, now it clicks. That this—this exact tiny thing was the actual thing. Which meant, “you’ve been liberated.”

It was a funny way to put it, but to Shisui it meant everything. It meant that he could actually move forward with you. Not that you hadn’t already been moving forward, but this was the sort of progression he desired most.

“…has it?” He asked again, your silence only made him reconsider, and as you held his face with both palms. You gave Shisui the most tender kiss, full-mouthed and deep, he whispered through broken kisses. “Are you truly prepared for this?”

Those words alone send a heat to pool in your lower stomach. That and Shisui’s hands gripping you tightly as they trembled at the curve of your waist. Whether it be excitement or lack of sleep. Probably lack of an actual meal too. He didn’t quite feel like eating dinner in this moment.

“The situation has been rectified.” Those simple yet effective words had more of a profound impact on Shisui. Had you not realized this was something he desperately needed? “It will take a few cycles—”

Words were futile for a man in Shisui’s position. This exact moment found you backwards walked in a series of scorching katon kisses. He nearly singed the back of your throat when he kissed you this way. Maddening him further was the soft touch to his belt as you unclamp it and untucked his cock. Searing more the same kisses your jaw, throat and chest when you stroked his flaming erection. How deliciously sweet but spicy that Uchiha katon tasted as it sat in the back of your esophagus.

Your dainty bodice was left somewhere in between the hall bathroom and the master bedroom door. You were already squirming on two fingers knuckle deep before your head hit the bed. Scoffed at the loss of his cock in your hand. That crotchless little thing had Shisui spreading your slick and tonguing at your clit before you put on whatever act you had planned.

“Your…gifts.” A hopeless mewl when you came on his mouth the first time, Shisui was far too gone.

“…fuck the gifts.” This was more precious than any gift, that you were fully capable of doing him the honors of taking his genetic material and making it into something so valuable and beautiful. “…I don’t care if you take to my seed today, tomorrow or next month. This right here is for practice.”

It wasn’t any sort of sex that you and Shisui had before. Sure, sex was sex when you looked at it from any angle. But this? This was being caged under a man who had little resolve left with his actions. By no means did he hurt or leave a mark that wasn’t planted with the utmost respect for you and your body. Red marks on either side of your neck, chest and thighs. Once Shisui determines you were properly worked out enough for him.

The twitch in his cock as he luridly strokes himself before you, wild eyed and tinted. As he divides you over his length, he shucks both your knees with his arms and full on dips the entirety of his hips into the padding of your ass. It’s almost painful when he presses into you this way.

Only then did he fuck you mercilessly. The consistent deep thrusts are the first to make your eyes roll shut. Hardly ever did he use his teeth, but when you moaned out his name like that. Needy and wanting. There wasn’t anything else he thought of than to bite every inch of skin his mouth came across. You were cramped up so snug beneath him, completely immobilized and at his mercy. The subtle touch of his testicles on a full cock length thrust every now and then. His rhythm unrelenting. Shisui attentively listens to every soft mewl and whimper out of your precious mouth when his lips and fingers don’t have it preoccupied.

But damn did he love the sound of you moaning around his fingers. Choked out on three of them, as your ‘cute little pussy’—or so he called it. Fluttered and milked another deeply buried load into you, at this point he was merely tap to release. Bottoming out into a seemingly bottomless pool of his own cum. It seeped and spilled on to the nice silk sheets you intricately place earlier today.

The dull pulse of another orgasm as he continued to pump so slow, but incredulously deep. As if he purposely never fully fucked his cock into you; which was a far stretch. The many times Shisui inundated the swell of your cunt with his ever throbbing need and used it as a dump was more than you could ever count. How effortlessly he coaxed three more orgasms out of you, each one spasms and threatens another deposit out of him.

This was undoubtedly breeding. No way to describe it overwise. If you hadn’t of guess it by now, the things he said to you were more than an indication of the long night ahead of you. Powerless, but pleased to no end. You didn’t think however many orgasms he worked out of you were possible. You lay almost limp and useless. Along for the ride. Not to mention how sticky and nasty your legs felt. The amount of pain this man’s testicles would bear tomorrow morning was worth while. As if continuing to thrust into you would make his cum leak out less, Shisui was operating on what you assumed was less than half a brain cell. His eyes were lost, distant. Even with the Mangekyō boring into you this way his foresight that he was thoroughly finished hadn’t caught up.

You patted his cheek lovingly. It took a real special woman such as yourself to understand a man like Shisui.

“…Shisui-kun. You can stop now.” It wasn’t a plea, more of a distraction. There hadn’t been any warmth filling you from with in. Just whatever he managed to slosh around inside of you. It caked your insides.

But your seeet voice thrummed through his ears and his heart sank, “…oh …gods.” It was that moment he regained some semblance of control. Having fucked you on autopilot. The apologies flood as the kisses peppered your cheeks.

Here you lie, plugged. Stuffed to the brim of your cunt with his cum. Whatever didn’t manage to leak out still ever present inside you. The viscosity of it only thickens as it sits. So gentle when he slips out, the massive bubbles as his cum fully empties out of you. Shisui didn’t realize the reach of his own body. Scooping you up, he plops you into the tub.

The clock reads three hours that dinner had been sitting on the counter. The warmth of the water soothes your aching legs and back. Shisui hardly used his full strength to outmaneuver you, but this time he hadn’t the slightest how far he took it.

“I’m fine.” You smile, wholly fucked and tired. “…it was just for practice right?”

Shisui ran both hands through damp curls. He had forgotten all that was said. “It won’t be anything like that again.”

But what if you had liked it? “I’m partial to it…” dipping just below the water, up to your nose and not averting your gaze from his. “It was hot.” There you said it.

Shisui smiles the width of his mouth. Hot, you thought it was hot to be fucked like a cocksleeve? “Is that so?”

“…yes.” There wasn’t any way around it. “Just maybe, we take turns?” This was something Shisui could work with.

Slipping into the tub with you, behind you. Shisui leans you against his chest. “I can manage that.” When you mentioned it was rather endearing aside from being mostly prone. He remembers, “about those gifts?”

“After you reheat dinner.” The soft white of the foamy bath water is washed over you by Shisui with a loofah.

He could do that. He would do anything you ask of him. Especially knowing that from this moment forward, he would be undoubtedly indebted to you once that beautiful body of yours was swollen for him.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can I request a embry or quill where the reader had a teen pregnancy with Paul obviously before he phased but then he didn’t imprint on her but he still loved her and continued the relationship but then she got imprinted on and he was super jelly until Rachel came along so the baby is now loved all around and yea please make this long

Your daughter runs to Paul as he enters the door from patrol. You had her at 17. She's now a toddler. "Oh, hey baby! Daddy's dirty!" He giggles, lifting her up. There's weird feelings between you two. You love him, and he loves you, but it's not in love type beat. He never imprinted on you, which is okay. You're just super happy your daughter has a good father. He places her down and then walks up to you. "Was today rough?" You smile at him. He shakes his head and kisses your forehead. "Just a regular day." He says and then goes to the bathroom to take a shower.

Being around Paul but not being his imprint, you don't go to bonfires and you haven't met everyone. Just Billy, Jacob, Sam, Emily, and Jared. But Emily invited you and your daughter over so she could play with Claire. You were so down because that gives you two seconds to distract her and relax.

You sit on the couch and turn on some Curious George for the kiddo. Paul gets out of the shower and plops next to you. He sighs and pulls you into him, and kisses your cheek. "I'm sorry. For everything." He apologizes all of the time for not imprinting and getting you pregnant. "Thank you for being a good dad and supporting us." You smile up at him. Your daughter throws her toy on the floor, and it breaks. "Hey!" Paul calls out but not harshly. She just stares at him. "Really?" He laughs, standing up and picking up the plastic pieces so she doesn't get hurt. You check the time. 7:00. It's her bath time.

You pick her up and give her a bath while playing music. She loves music! She plays with her toys in the tub. She freaks out when you rinse her hair. She wines and grabs onto you. "You're fine, baby." You have to tell her every time.

You get her out of the tub and leave her with Paul in the living room. You clean up all of her toys, set up her bed, make her a drink, and then plop next to them on the couch. "It's about night night time." You look at her. "Night night." She repeats. You nod your head. "Are you sleeping with her or in bed with me?" Paul asks. "I'll sleep with her tonight." You reply. You do most nights. The nights you sleep with Paul, he holds you, and you just want to cry for not being his imprint.

You put your daughter to bed, sleeping next to her.

You pull up to Emily's and get your daughter out of her carseat. Emily is on the porch, and you see a little girl. Claire. Your daughter runs up to the new friend and is intrigued by the toys Claire is playing with. You sigh and sit next to Emily on the steps. "How're you doing, y/n?" She asks. "I could be much better. Just trying to focus on being a good mom." You say. She frowns and grabs your hand. "It's gotta be so heartbreaking." She says. You nod your head in response. "I hope you don't mind, but Sam and some of the boys are coming by. I think Paul is, too. It's just for a second to grab some crap for Sue Clearwater." She says. "It's fine. As long as they don't stay too long." You giggle awkwardly. "Nah." She pats your knee.

She was right, Paul and other guys came walking through the woods to the house. Emily stands up, and you do as well. Once they get in front of you two, Emily hugs Sam. You look at Paul, and he smiles at you. "She liking Claire?" He asks. You smile at him and look at the two girls playing. "Yeah, they're both having a good time." You look up and see two new faces. "That's Embry." He points to one of them. He waves awkwardly. "That's Quil." He points to the curly haired guy. You look at him. Once you do, your world changes. You feel static. You feel high for just a moment. Your heart pounds, and you see, his face is in shock.

"Fucking wonderful." Paul says. You look at him to see him glaring at Quil. Quil looks at him and breathes in. "Paul, I'm so sorry. I can't help it." Then you knew. Quil imprinted on you. Paul nods his head before swinging a punch at Quils cheek. "Yo! Yo!" Embry says. Sam grabs Paul and holds him back. "Paul! Stop! Not in front of the babies!" You yell out. Emily runs to the girls and bring them inside quickly. Quil just stands there, holding his cheek. "I'm sorry." He says to Paul, who is struggling in Sam's grip. "Fuck you. Sam, I'm not going to do anything." He hisses. "Im ordering you to leave Quil alone." Sam warns and lets him go. Paul starts shaking. He phases and runs off. You've seen his wolf form once. This is your second time. "We've got a lot of figuring out to do." Sam says to you and Quil. He walks inside, leaving you two alone.

He takes a few steps next to you. You realize his cheek is not even bruised. Wolf thing. "I'm Quil." He smiles at you. "Y/n." You reply. His face is so beautiful. Now, you're regretting wasting your time with Paul. You reach your hand up and gently touch his cheek. He watches you intensely. "You're beautiful, Quil." You say in awe. He smiles and holds your wrist, nuzzling his face into your hand. But then you quickly pull away. "There's a lot of things we have to work through." You say in a panic.

Two weeks later, you're slowly letting your daughter get comfortable around Quil. Paul is still angry as hell, but he's letting you and him be.

"Quil!" Your daughter shrieks and jumps on him. "Oof!" He groans as she lands on his lap. "Get used to it." You laugh and sit next to him on the couch at his house. "I'm more than willing to!" He smiles at you. "Paul still won't talk to me at the house." You say. "Well, this situation is complicated. Give him some time. He's still being a good dad, though, right?" Quil raises an eyebrow. "Yes. He plays with her when he's home." You confirm. He nods his head and looks at your daughter, who is laid on him. "Sweet girl! How are you feeling today?" He asks. "Good!" She giggles and then plays with his curls. "I'm so happy she likes you." You say. "Me too." Quil looks at you. "Head! Still!" She demands to Quil so she can play with his hair. "Hey, be nice." You tell her. "Sorry." She says. "It's okay, baby! Thank you for saying sorry." He says. She giggles and then hugs his neck.

Paul comes through the front door. He leans his back against it and then looks at his daughter on the floor. You look at him from the couch with concern. "Are you okay?" You ask. He looks at you and then smiles. "I imprinted." He says. Your eyes widen, and you smile, standing up and clapping your hands. "Yes!!! Who is she?!" He walks past you, going toward his room. "You'll meet her. It's Jacob's sister, Rachel." He says.

You're at the bonfire with your daughter. Paul pulls up with a beautiful brown haired woman. You stand up, hanging your daughter to Quil, who's next to you. "I'm gonna go meet her." You say. He nods his head and holds onto your baby. You walk up to them, and she smiles at you. "Rachel. This is y/n. She's the mother of my daughter." He says. Rachel reaches her hand out. "I hope this isn't too awkward for you." You smile and shake her hand. "Hey, I understand. Paul explained it all. Thank you for being such a good mother!" She says. "You will be good to my baby, won't you?" You ask her. "Absolutely! She's family. She's my step baby. I'll love her like my own. Is she here?" Rachel asks, looking around. Paul sees quil holding her and laughs. "Quil has her. Let's go!" He pulls her there. You're starting to feel less stressed about the situation. You're feeling confident and comfortable.

Paul and Rachel, watch your daughter while you and Quil take a walk. "Are you happy?" Quil asks you. "I am! I just wish you'd kiss me already." You turn to him. He stops and faces you. "You want to kiss me?" He asks. You nod your head and step closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabs your waist and pulls your body to his. He presses his lips on yours. You're in shock at how amazing this feels. It's genuine. It's precious. It's perfect. You don't want to let go.

Rachel sets your last box down gently on the floor in Quils bedroom. "Thank you for helping out!" You hug her. She hugs you back. "Yes! Absolutely!" She says. Quil and Paul come inside with more stuff. "Alright, I say we go back to Emily's where baby girl is and eat brownies." Paul says, grabbing onto Rachel. You look at Quil, and he's looking at you with a face of love. You can tell he's more than happy you've moved in.

At Emily's, you all sit around the table and plan how this will go. "So, I'm not moving in with Paul until she's comfortable around me." Rachel says. You look on the ground and see her playing with her toys. "Alrighty! Paul, got a schedule in mind?" You look at him. "Well, I was thinking we trade every week! Of course you can come visit her during the time she's with me." He says. You like the idea. It's simple! " I like that idea. I'm nervous she'll get overwhelmed and not understand why we aren't together." You admit. "She already likes Quil! She'll get used to Rachel. It'll take some time to get used to it. I'm sure it'll be good once it's all settled." Paul replies. "Rachel and dad?" Your daughter points to her and looks at you. "Yes! Rachel." You nod your head. She jumps up and walks up to her. "Yay!" She says. Rachel laughs and picks her up, kissing her cheek. "She's a cutie. She's got your nose." She looks at you. You smile and then look at Quil. He pecks your lips. "Who's keeping her first?" Quil asks. "Paul." You turn to him. "Let her spend some time with Rachel." You say.

You and Quil get home and start cuddling on the bed. He kisses your shoulder and holds you tighter. "I love you." He says for the first time. You turn to face him and kiss his lips. "I love you too." You say.

In the morning, you two make your way to Paul's. Rachel is tickling your daughter while Paul lets you guys in. "Mom!" She jumps up and hugs you. "Hey baby!" You kiss her head. "Quil!" She says, wrapping her arms around his leg. He pats her back. "Hey, sweet girl." He smiles down at her. "How about we all have dinner together?" Paul says. You and Quil look at each other. "Fine by me!" Quil says. "Bet." You say.

The night was full of fun. You guys ate, watched movies, and played games. Your daughter is now understanding the dynamic. She's having a blast, and she feels so loved. She's so happy! Just as happy as you.

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Love Story

content warnings: none! just you and finnick at the eras tour :)

Both of you had gotten up super early to get ready. You had convinced Finnick to wear matching costumes. Well, it didn’t take much convincing, Finnick was more than happy to wear the plastic gold crown and the “Heartbreak Prince” sash you bought him. Anything to make his girl happy.

The whole car ride to the stadium was practically its own concert.

Scream singing new romantics, you belong with me, and a ton of other songs, you both had the time of your lives.

And once you guys arrived at the stadium, the excitement you had in you skyrocketed.

Instantly Finnick went on the merch line and got you as many things as you wanted.

“Finn, please let me pay for something!”

“No no, it’s all on me pretty girl”

You sigh in defeat and allow him to pay.

Once you have your merch, you both head to your seats. And of course since Finnick wanted nothing but the best for you, he did manage to score front row tickets.

Sure he had to sign up for the presale, set multiple alarms, have the website up on his phone, laptop, ipad and on your laptop and then wait on line and FIGHT for those tickets. But it was all worth it to see the smile on your face when he gifted you the tickets.

Now you both were in your seats and Finnick was taking a ton of pictures of you.

“Finnick I think we have enough pictures” you say as you laugh.

He scoffs dramatically. “I never have enough pictures of you”

“Finn, you have an entire album of my pictures”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Well, I just think that this night is gonna be memorable…so I wanna be sure I capture every moment of your pretty face.”

Your heart melts at his words. You walk close to him and give him a quick kiss.

“I love you so much Finny”

“I love you too pretty girl”

Finally after waiting a while the concert starts.

You and Finnick sing along to every single song from Lover set.

Finnick pulled you in close and slow danced with you to Lover, he even sang the lyrics to you making your heart race.

As the set ended, you could see that Finnick was fumbling with a small piece of paper. You brushed it off as him finding a random piece of paper in his pocket.

What you didn’t see was him passing it back to the people behind you two.

As the Fearless set started, you noticed that Finnick was getting more fidgety and nervous.

“Finny? You okay?”

He looks at you with wide eyes and smiles. “Yea, yea I’m okay, I think I just ate something bad. Don’t worry about me pretty girl, just enjoy the show”

“Oh, alright then” you say reluctantly.

As love story starts playing, you and Finnick both start singing your hearts out.

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

As the bridge ended, Finnick was getting nervous and sweating a little.

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come,

You don’t notice when he starts focusing on the lyrics of the song. He’s muttering the lyrics to himself, he wants to get this just right.

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring,

Before you know it, you feel a tap on your back. Looking to the side, you see Finnick on one knee.

You hear the cheers and screams of people around you.

And said, "Marry me, Juliet, You'll never have to be alone.”

Finnick’s still singing the lyrics, but replaces Juliet’s name with yours.

You’re crying tears of joy, looking down at Finnick with love in your eyes.

I love you and that's all I really know, I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress.

Struggling to find your words, you manage to nod your head.

Finnick starts crying too. Carefully placing the ring on your finger, he stands back up, wraps his arms around you and kisses you.

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

You pull away slightly. “I can’t believe you did this for me”

“I would do anything for you, Mrs. Odair” he says with a smile.

You can’t stop smiling as you pull him in for another kiss.

He was right. This was a very memorable night.

hope u guys liked this little finnick fic :) (lmk if u guys want more in the future) I know it’s different from my usual billy dunne content but i have always been a finnick odair girly at heart <3

the next part of wait for your love should be done by this weekend so watch out for that!

[agent-yolk-writes]

Friends Like You and Us - Venom!Reader - Chapter 9

I...still have a lot of catching up to do since I'm updating the main story again. Thank you for your patience!

This episode takes a step back to explore Reader and Venom's relationship, but the next chapter should bring us back.

Masterlist

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NOTIFICATION: DAILY BUGLE (2) PDNY Chief on the headless, handless body discovered last night: “We will catch the person who did this. We will give this innocent victim the justice they deserve.”

Hottest Spider-Man merch and memorabilia available to purchase right now, just in time for Christmas!

~

At the end of the day, no matter how you look at it, you’re going to need help.

You’re going to need Spider-Man’s help, specifically. 

Granted, it’s going to be a little awkward since you’re going to a professional superhero with what’s essentially their ex in tow. Will you unintentionally open up old wounds? Probably. Is there a chance Spider-Man might see you as a villain rather than an innocent bystander with unnecessary baggage they want to get rid of? Most likely, but that might be the anxiety talking.

Then again, how were you supposed to track down your friendly neighborhood hero? Signal him with a floodlight into the sky with a spider on it? Actually, that might be a good-No...no, it wouldn’t now that you thought about it. It’ll just attract unneeded attention from everyone except the said hero. Venom mentioned that he developed something from his former host, something that detects, to a degree, the potential danger that’s nearby. If both you and Spider-Man go out on patrol tonight and sense something, it’s possible that you could ‘accidentally’ bump into each other. This is genius!

As much as you want to get the tea on him, school comes first. Besides, whoever’s behind that spider mask would love to enjoy having some normalcy in his life before some high schooler (you) barges in with their alien former host under their skin. Either way, you wouldn’t mind skipping out on club duties. It’s a good compromise, in your opinion. 

Speaking of which, school just couldn’t drag out any longer than it already is. It sucked that everyone in the hallway might be staring at you as if they knew who you had for dinner against your will last night. It wasn’t your fault. Kyle had you cornered when it was dark and-

The screech of the bell made you jump. Damn, was that bell always so loud? What time was...oh yea, it’s lunchtime. There’s no doubt in your mind that the most popular girl in school, Stacy Adams, would be looking for you. It didn’t help your case as you overheard two of her minions talking to each other about how worried their boss is since her boyfriend suddenly ghosted her. Sucks to say that’s not the only kind of ghost he is now. 

Your best bet in being undetected by Manhattan’s own Plastics is to hide in the third-floor bathroom by the physics labs. Just you, your body co-pilot, and the “hamburger” you refused to eat based on recent events in your life. Venom was more than happy to eat it, but he quickly spat it out after the first bite. Why did you bother even buying lunch today? Did you hope that some attempt at sleeping and one swig of mouthwash is going to wash away the taste of Kyle (or the robber in Koreatown, or the drunkard on Tenth Avenue, or the creep that followed you into the subway station in Harlem, or….) overnight?

With an annoyed sigh nothing better to do to occupy your thoughts, you use your free hands to take out your phone and open up Twitter.

You remembered your good friend Hannah is a very avid fan of Spider-Man. She practically knows almost everything about him. She's good with data gathering, but not the investigative logic needed to piece together the entire puzzle. Her side hustle is running a Twitter page dedicated to pinpointing Spider-Man’s exact location, kinda like Manhattan Bird Watch. And to think she’s doing this manually without a bot. If it wasn't for the five other accounts that have been established years ago dedicated to spotting him more accurately and her lackluster posting time, there’s a possibility she might’ve been verified by her hard work alone.

You, on the other hand, were indifferent to superheroes. You never really found the need to insert them into your life until one literally inserted his life into you last week (Does he count as a ‘hero’ though?). So now you have to keep an eye on Hannah's guesstimations and figure out how you can remove an alien parasite out of you with your organs still solid and intact. At the same time, you’re keeping an eye out to see if there’s any suspicious activity that would warrant the webbed hero’s intervention.    It’ll be hard to do some galaxy brain predictions while Venom’s currently biting your liver in retaliation, but it’ll work out somehow. Maybe. 

“We are not a parasite! Apologize!” Said the parasite.

“Quit chewing at my organs like a dog toy and I will.” You shot back irritated. “I can’t juggle between thinking and trying not to be eaten alive here.” You weren’t surprised when he nipped your kidney for that retort. 

After constant flicking back and forth from Twitter to the map app you made a broad assumption that he’s currently on a course heading to either Manhattan or Brooklyn. You don’t have any idea what could be lying in either location, and nothing that’s currently trending could help you outside of the latest ‘is over party’ filled with idol fancams. He’s obviously not going to drop his location on every tweet on his verified account.  

“Aaargh. Why is everything so difficult?” Your whines echo in the bathroom. “He’s either in Coney Island or Long Island, and I don’t think he’d be hanging out in his vineyard out on the forks with nothing to stick on.” A pause. “...Does he even own a vineyard?”

None that we know of.

Letting out another frustrated groan, you continue your search on the web. As you expect, it’s as misinformed as you can expect. Some even claim he’s in Japan. What kind of ‘friendly neighborhood hero’ would he be if he was on the other side of the planet? Ugh, this is so frustrating. At this rate you might as well go out...and…..find him…

If you can’t go to Spider-Man, then your only option is to bring Spider-Man to you…hold on.

You glare at the tendril. “Stop putting thoughts into my head.”

“It’s our head. We share the same thoughts.”

“Alright, then what number am I thinking of?” Hopefully, he doesn’t pick 421. 

“421.” Damn it, he’s good. 

There is a certain risk of being the problem rather than solving them. Yeah, there are villains and then there are supervillains. Yeah, Spider-man can take on villains, but it’s the supervillains that will most likely take priority over everything so the city doesn’t topple to its knees overnight. Hell, you even had to do evacuation drills for this scenario!

The shrill of the period end bell brings you back to the current day. Cursing at the outdated machine, your companion sunk back into your body as you exited the bathroom. Rather than paying attention in class, your focus went to trying to iron out how you can cross paths with the man in red and blue spandex.

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By the end of the school day, the antsy feeling inside you was getting harder to contain. Are you nervous? Excited? It’s hard to tell at this point. The idea of seeing Spider-Man, like actually seeing him up close and having an actual conversation with him...it’s giving you the chills. You’ve never been this worked up over a superhero before. Hopefully, Hannah doesn’t bring up how much you’ve changed in the past two weeks. 

God, where do you even start? Where do you go first? There’s so much happening in the city that trying to find where Spider-Man is going to end up makes finding a needle in a haystack child’s play. 

You could use a knish right about now. Can’t track a spider down on an empty stomach. 

~

NOTIFICATION: DAILY BUGLE (2) PDNY baffled in figuring out the identity of the decapitated victim. Skeptics say this is related to attacks with similar MO in the past weeks. 

Today’s Poll: Do you believe we’re witnessing the beginning of a new villain?

~

“Excuse me, have any of you seen Spider-Man recently?” While it is a polite and straightforward conversation starter, it’s technically not the correct way to start a conversation with some obviously shady people. Well, to be fair, you did follow them into a secluded area that was clearly off-limits. Logically, they would’ve bumped into the hero you’re looking for.

Now here you are, head in your hands in a warehouse painted ceiling to floor in blood and viscera. Is it worth mentioning that the head that you’re holding in question isn’t even your own?

“God...damn it.” You sighed as you threw the body part somewhere behind you. You didn’t have the appetite to eat it now. “I didn’t think this through.” You groaned as you buried your actual head into your very bloody hands. 

“We couldn’t help it.” Venom tries to assure you. “We need the strength to find him again.”

“But-ughh.” This is what you get for being the host of a brain-eating parasite, you supposed. "We gotta find an alternate energy source."

You get flashbacks to last night’s incident. You could remember getting out of your club meeting pretty late, and being followed home by the most popular girl in your school’s boyfriend right after. Everything was a blur after that. Vague memories were practically a slideshow in your mind. You remembered running, but hit a dead end. You could recall the menacing shadow that could only belong to an athlete. Then a headless body drops to your feet, and your stomach needing an emergency exit...

Ugh. You could feel your head starting to hurt just thinking about it. The damage has already been done, and you’ll get locked up sooner or later. It’s not like you’re eating people on purpose (yeah you are). This is why you need Spider-Man’s help.

He can show you how to apply discipline, how to control your power, and maybe...fight alongside him?

“Stop it!” Your voice echoed. “We’re getting sidetracked. We need to find the damn guy first!” Oh no, are those police sirens you’re hearing? You’re starting to hate the high pitch wailing of the horns recently. Better get out of here before you get a taste of undercooked pork. 

~

NOTIFICATION: DAILY BUGLE BREAKING: Police discover a gruesome scene at warehouse with known connections to the Manfredi Crime Family. Rival families deny any involvement. 

~

After cross-referencing Twitter, it’s safe to say Spider-Man is estimated to show up somewhere nearby. Emphasis on the ‘somewhere’. Rather, it’s more of a toss-up between either East Midtown or Upper East Side. In an effort to keep your feet on the ground a little longer, you had an idea.

“Well I can’t roll up in the same space as your ex without knowing anything about him. Let’s make a quick detour, I know a place.” And so here you are at Midtown Comics.

It was the hottest spot for all things superheroes. Hannah dragged you to this place on more than one occasion. It’s super popular and it gets packed all the time. While a second store was established in an attempt to alleviate the issue, the appeal of even stepping in the flagship store as if it was a holy site attracted tourists in droves. Hell, it’s getting dark out and there’s still a sizable crowd in here. 

You couldn’t help but gawk at the sheer amount of merch for this web-slinging hero. The fact you can plaster his face on just about anything...you couldn’t help but wonder how much of a profit this guy gets on royalties alone. He has to own a vineyard with that money. 

As you looked around and flipped through some comic book pages here and there, you couldn’t help how quiet Venom got when you showed up. You would hope he would give you some kind of inside scoop, maybe a walk down memory lane when you looked at some prints, but voiceless commentary tells a lot.

You, uh, okay there...buddy? 

What you got in response was, in your interpretation, some form of a grunt. Oh, that might be bad.

Is this too much? I knew I should’ve gone to Kino but-

Not it.

“Huh?” You voiced your confusion, causing some customers to look at you. In an attempt to save face, you covered your ear as if you were adjusting your earbud. “What do you mean ‘not it’?”

Doesn’t feel right. We don’t know why.

Well...that certainly comes at a surprise. Then again, you are looking at artistic interpretations of his ex rather than the real deal. It would make sense to feel weird, you thought. Then again, what other superhero swings around NYC in red and blue spandex? You honestly had to think about what else you could or were going to say. Although, you did note a nervous feeling in your gut despite not experiencing it personally.

Suddenly, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. Then that strange experience you had a few days ago started happening again. You only had a few seconds to brace yourself before the world started to shake. 

A loud explosion rocked your ears. Gasps and shrieks filled the store. Lights began to flicker in and out as books and other items fell off the shelves. You half processed a hardcover book hitting your head during what you can only describe as a seizure. And just as quickly as it happened, it stopped. One hand reached for the impact spot while the other used the shelves to push you back up.

Holy shit! What was that? You thought, followed by, I have to get out of here! 

That feeling in your gut came back twofold. The tingling sensation from your neck doesn’t feel like it’ll go away soon. While you were getting used to the sporadic occurrences of the earthquakes, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something’s different. Oh no! Could someone be trapped under some rubble outside?

With no time to waste, you barreled out the store and clambered up the closest wall to scout out the immediate area. There have been some things that have toppled over not to mention several cars piled up near Times Square. It looks like nobody got seriously hurt thankfully. You could hear emergency vehicles echoing throughout the city. While there isn’t anything that sticks out like a sore thumb, you still have that gnawing feeling in your stomach. 

“I wonder where Spider-Man is?” You thought aloud. According to the news, he would drop in to assess the damage before doing what he needs to do then dip. He should be here any moment but...where is he? Guess you should check Twitter. 

A barrage of notifications greeted you as you reached for your phone. As you open your lock screen, you can see messages from Hannah that sound very distressing. Incomprehensible even. It was hard to read them as they kept coming and coming. Is she okay? This isn’t like her at all. 

Unfortunately, the cause of Hannah’s distress texting decided to make itself known on your phone. While you could feel your heart drop, the rest of your body froze when a news notification emerged in the sea of texts.

NOTIFICATION: DAILY BUGLE BREAKING: New York’s Hero Spider-Man has died. His identity revealed to be grad student Peter Parker, 26.

“N-No…” Your voice was so small. Your phone slipped from your hand and dropped to your feet. “This...This can’t be…” The denial was only shot down by more and more news notifications popping up.

The next moment you could remember was staring at a TV display somewhere in the city. You watched helplessly as the reporters struggled not to cry on camera as they explained that Peter-no, you have no right to call him that after your search for him came to naught. They explained that Spider-Man succumbed to his injuries caused by the current earthquake that toppled several buildings in Brooklyn. 

You try not to acknowledge the reflection in the window. Those weren’t tears running down your face. The owner of that defeated look in their eyes isn’t you. But man, you look so tired.

“What am I going to do?” You croaked, peeling away from the display. “I couldn’t even track him down properly. How was I supposed to know he was in Brooklyn?” Worst of all, you’re starting to fear that Venom might not see any use for you after this spectacular failure. “What do you think?” Instead of a backhanded remark, you get...nothing. For a minute, at least.

“Not him.” He replied.

You couldn't have but blink. “What?”

“That’s not our Spider-Man.” A tendril emerged from your shoulder. He glanced at the TV before looking at you. “He was younger, we think. No ‘grad school’. Darker hair too.”

And that just adds the finisher to the wombo-combo series of events you still have yet to process. Your head hurts for a variety of reasons. All you want is to crawl into bed and hope all of this was a bad dream or some kind of hallucinogenic drug made by a mad scientist that's in the air. Anything that chases away the inevitable thoughts of your actions being for naught. 

You try to find your way home. The only things you could feel were the tears running down your face and the headache you’ll have by the time you get to bed.

Hopefully everything will return to normal tomorrow and you can try again. 

~

Unfortunately, it was all still very real. Even as you watched the funeral procession from a nearby rooftop, your entire body was buzzing.

A huge crowd dressed in red and blue gathered around the cathedral soaking in the eulogy given by the widow of their fallen idol. The speech itself was beautiful and inspiring. The weight crushing down on your shoulders seemed to dissipate for a moment. You were hopeful that the world was indeed counting on you, but you were quickly crushed by the reality of the situation. This isn’t helped by the tingling feeling in the back of your neck. It wasn’t too much of a concern, but it’s going off just low enough that you could ignore it if you don’t focus on it.

Somehow, someway, Spider-Man wasn't the ‘one’. Yes, it is Spider-Man that you're looking for, but the only one that exists is, well, no longer existing. 

“I’m so tired.” You said mindlessly. 

“We know.” 

You let your hands run down your face in frustration. “What am I going to do now?” 

“What are we going to do?”

“...Ugh, yeah. Fine.” 

You stood up and left your spot. This was getting too much for you. The headache from last night hasn’t gone away either. No amount of pain medication (that is quickly rejected back up by your partner) could do the trick, so you've resorted to ineffective temple rubbing. With that said and done, you picked yourself up from your ledge. As you did, the weird feeling in your neck was…pushing you. It wouldn’t reprimand you from going another direction, but it encouraged you when you did follow its guidance. Is this the famous sixth sense Spider-Man was said to have? Only one way to find out!  

And so, you found yourself standing outside Brooklyn Visions Academy the very next day. With your companion dressing up as one of the standard uniforms you saw, you enter the charter school with shaky steps as you find someone that can help you with your current predicament. 

[sweetiesicheng]

seungkwan - lunch

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the elevator doors opened, and you walked out after quickly saying “have a nice day” to the people who were in the elevator with you. you looked around the area and found your husband's cubicle. he was sitting at his desk on the phone, most likely talking to a client or another coworker.

"excuse me?" you turned around and saw a guy standing behind you with some files in his arms. "do you need something? are you here to speak to an accountant?" he asked.

"oh, no," you shook your head in response.

"may i ask why you're here?" he asked again, trying to figure who you were since you clearly weren’t an employee.

"chan, don't worry about it."

you turned around and saw seungkwan standing up from his desk while putting the phone back on the receiver.

"why are you here?" seungkwan immediately asked you as he walked over to you.

"you said you were hungry, so i bought you lunch," you said, referencing the text he had sent you earlier and taking out a plastic bag from your tote bag. "here. it's from your favorite place, and i got you a dessert too."

he smiled and accepted the bag. "you didn't have to do this," he said to you.

"it's fine, babe. i was nearby," you said, smiling at him. "are you busy?" you asked.

he nodded, "yea, a little bit, so i might be home a smidge late."

"just make sure to eat. don't want my money to be wasted after all," you said with a laugh. "i'll see you later. drive home safe," you said and kissed his cheek.

"see you later," he smiled and walked you back to the elevator. he waved as you went into the elevator once the doors opened before heading back to his desk with the bag.

"was that your wife, hyung?" chan asked while his coworker went back to his desk.

"my fiancée," seungkwan replied and sat down. as he untied the bag, he looked up at chan, "did you get the forms from the sports company?" he asked chan.

"they should be faxing them over soon. i'll check once i call wonwoo hyung. he's stuck in traffic, and his client can't make the meeting due to the weather," chan replied.

seungkwan nodded and took two boxes out of the plastic bag. he immediately chuckled when he realized where the smaller box was from.

"what?" chan asked, curious (but also hungry for lunch).

"the dessert is from our favorite bakery, and it's all the way across town, which means she drove from our apartment to the bakery and then to this side of town to bring me lunch from the place i go to almost everyday," seungkwan replied with a smile. "i love her."

"man, i wish i had a girl like that...bringing me lunch...saying "i love you" to me," chan immediately sulked.

"what about that girl—"

"i didn't ask her out. i'm a chicken," chan replied and started walking away, "must be nice to be in love."

seungkwan rolled his eyes and started checking his email as he started to eat his lunch, smiling when he ate the small piece of cake that was in the box from the bakery.

[londondungeon2]

ARNOLFINI PORTRAIT (preview)

“If I pull a single bristle out of my asscheeks tomorrow, you’re dead,” you warn sternly over your shoulder.

“Yea, yea, I’m bein’ careful.”

But Floyd and the word ‘careful’ do not have a healthy relationship, so you tilt your head to look over the same shoulder you just talked to. A shiver tangos up your spine. Crouched behind you, nude as the day he was born, Floyd takes a cold paintbrush dipped in non-toxic paint and runs it up your bare thighs. Lavender coats from the apple of your butt down to your ankles, only on the dorsal parts.

Foyd runs the brush up your lumbar muscle, handle briefly pushing at your sex. He sure is taking his sweet time with this. “Ain’t gonna pull anything out but my tongue.”

“Ouch!” When you turn back again, Floyd’s lips are kissed by lavender. A glare forms as the bite-mark on your butt hums in pain. “Careful, he says.”

Yet, you say this chuckling as Floyd laughs happily. A shiver slams into your body when he takes a generous amount of very cold paint, finishing up your left cheek. Luckily, you do not get anymore bite-marks until Floyd paints the bottoms of your feet – even then it only one bite on your pinkie toe, gentle.

All finished, you put your hand in Floyd’s. Speckles of gold and lavender freckle the skin like cow spots. You two share a kiss, paint mixing. You pull away before the paint on your feet starts to dry.

“Pretty as a picture.”

“Stop, that’s corny.”

“Shrimpy as a picture.”

“Whatever,” you say, both hands holding Floyd’s. The smile on his face should be hung up in a museum, you think fondly. A stepping-back lavender footprint finds the canvas first. Gently, you lower yourself with Floyd’s help. “Cold, cold, cold,” you whine when your butt hits the paper.

Your whines soon morph into laughter as Floyd falls right down on the canvas with you. Insatiable, he pulls you in for a deep liplock, the gold paint on yours and the lavender paint of his mixing into a brown-tinted mauve. You pull him closer by gripping on the gold paint remaining on his right asscheek.

Embraced by an artful kiss, you gasp when you feel the head of him between your folds. Mauve starts to tiptoe down your collarbone in little lip-shaped stamps. Paint makes a wet suctioning noise under you as your body makes a wet noise; painted with one load of cum already, your pussy follows along in the symphony.

“Oh fuck, Floyd,” you hiss between gritted teeth. He takes a mauve freckled hand and turns your face so he can return to his favorite spot to bite. He keeps himself laid between your folds and nothing more, teasing.

Already pulled along by second arousal, your eyelashes flutter. Across this ocean of plastic sheets you two are going to make love – because for some odd reason, Floyd of all people prefers calling it that (you argued “Aren’t I supposed to be the sentimental soul? The artiste?”) – lies a painting mostly made of gold.

You had painted the dorsal side of Floyd, gluteus down to calcaneus, a pretty gold. You have bounced until you had screamed yourself hoarse, the entire making love act becoming a permanent piece of art. “To commemorate moving in,” you had asked sly a day ago, showing him the package of body paint.

The canvas is pretty flat and even. Made of just plain paper, you are surprised it left such a good print. Floyd’s painting survived; yours? You have a feeling the one you lie on is going to be crinkled up like an accordion.

As Floyd returns the favor of hickeys, making a mirror copy of the art you left behind on him before, you say: “Di – ah! Did I tell you about these coins at the museum I’m working in?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“They’re called spintria coins. They’re pretty outstanding.”

“That so? Wanna get one for Azul?”

“Mmm, I don’t think he would appreciate it.” You gently reach down, searching for a penis.

When Floyd asks why so, teeth on your breast, you answer, “Spintria coins have normal numbers on one side.” You find what you are looking for and, carefully keeping your voice even, you push it in, “on the other side, there is an image of a sex position.”

The moan you get in response? Oh, you know you have no magic but if you could, you would capture that sound in a seashell necklace, replaying it forever and ever. The sound is even backdropped by the crinkle of paper, the claws by your shoulders ripping into the canvas.

“Oh OH!” Then Floyd breathes out your real name like it is fire in his throat.

You giggle under him, mauve lipstick shining. In a week, you will show him the spintria coin you got from the museum – they said you could have a token of gratitude for your work and you wanted a certain token – and he will laugh until his ribs hurt at a coin depicting fellatio. When Azul gets the coin in his birthday present, you both laugh until your ribs crumble under the shared weight of your mirth.

All those days used to be filled with so much laughter.

[kaunis-sielu]

Seventh day of Christmas: Clark and Punkie

You’d been right about your heat and his rut. It had hit late that night and you’d woken with Clark between your thighs. Definitely not the worst way to wake up even if it was three in the morning.

Now that your heat and his rut are over you’re able to enjoy the rest of the season without worrying you’ll miss the big party that Fawn had invited you to.

You and Clark weren’t technically in Steve’s pack, Clark being the head Alpha of a pack of his own, but you wouldn’t be surprised if at some point your packs merged under Steve.

“Alright Honey, are you ready for the seventh day?”

“Yea, let me go get your gift.” You tell him hopping up off the couch. You’d bought him a new swimsuit, a dark blue one that will look incredible on him. It was really the only thing you could think of for swans a swimmin’. When you get back to the couch Clark guides you into his lap and puts your box on your legs.

“You first Honey.” Clark says as you pass him the box you’d wrapped.

“Okay.” You open the box and pull out a super cute white swimsuit. “Oh, wow. Clark.” Then you laugh softly, you both had the same idea.

“What?”

“Just open yours.”

“There’s more in yours.” He says as he picks up the box he’d set on the couch next to you. You dig into the paper and find another piece of paper. It’s for a spa day, including a couples massage, a steam room and hot tub. Your jaw drops open in surprise as you process what you’re seeing.

“When?”

“Today.”

“Open yours!” You tell him and Clark laughs softly as he rips open his present. When he unrolls the trunks he laughs.

“Oh my god Honey. Great minds huh?” He offers and you press a kiss to his cheek.

You get ready for your day then leave.

You start with the massage. You both strip down and cover up with blankets and two betas come into the room. You know you fall asleep but you don’t know if Clark does. He scoops you up and carries you to the steam room, it’s a private room, the whole experience seems to be. After the steam room you both pull on your swimsuits and Clark helps you tie your top on.

“You look real pretty Honey.”

“You look good too.” You tell him as you walk out into the room with the hot tub. There’s a tray of food, a bottle of wine and two glasses on one of the little tables.

“You hungry?”

“A little.” He grabs the tray and brings it to the side of the hot tub, “isn’t that kind of dangerous?”

“They’re plastic.” He says tapping the rim of one of the glasses. You can tell by the sound that he’s right. So you drink some wine, eat some of the food and relax with your perfect Alpha.

[witchcatyoshiko]

You look at the cross in your hand. You had spent so much money on the pretty silver one that was blessed by that really religious guy that all those people like to go see. It was probably a scam item anyways. It smelled like nickel. You were going to die because you couldn’t be bothered to authenticate your purchases. Well, actually, if the leech was telling the truth, you were going to die because you had never fully believed in God. Faith? What was faith? What did you truly believe in anymore? How were you supposed to believe in a giant invisible bearded dude in the sky? The only thing you truly believed in was…

You paused your pity party. Would it really work? You motioned a pause to the leech who stopped his advancing, dumbfounded by your quick scrabble for your bag. His brows knit together as you found what you were looking for. You turned quickly, running to him, howling like the loon you’d become. He opened his arms to trap you but as soon as your fist met his chest he sailed back with a hiss.

He slammed against the wall, reflexively scooting up it as he continued to hiss at you. You smiled triumphantly, “I may not believe in much but I have full faith in this!” You brandished your latest paystub from your day job at him. His hissing face fell to confusion but you weren’t done. You began flicking small paper darts at him, each one making contact and burning his skin. You laughed “dance for me bay-BEE!” You had been so ticked when you were called to hunt on the night you were supposed to go to your coworker’s bachelorette party. You had sat on the subway, sulking and spinning all your ones into little darts for the toothpick launching crossbow your brother had given you as a gag gift. You vowed you were going to shoot him with them for getting sick and leaving you with the hunt. And, here you were, watching the rolled up bills bury into the leech’s skin till it writhed on the floor, melting away in anguish. Oh how fate loved to twist and turn.

Later you loaded the shriveling head into a plastic market bag, double bagging it and tying the handles tight. You really hopped it didn’t spring a leak again. You were really tired of being the weird horror movie maker chick on the subway, explaining away how to make believable blood and body parts. You eyed the bag for a moment then went to triple bag it. Your phone rang. You looked at your bloody gloved hands, sighed, then jerked your head multiple times as if in a seizure, knocking the small ear piece in your ear against your shoulder till it answered the call. You heard the click of the answer, “Busy.” You stated flatly. You struggled to open the plastic container you’d taken from your bag earlier.

Your brother sneezed in your ear before croaking “you missed check in”

“Because I was busy.” You rolled your eyes at the black heart with a small stake sticking out of it. “You could have told me” you move to snap the lid onto the container but the stick blocks you. You sigh again.

“I thought you liked dogs.” Your brother coughed while trying to laugh.

You pause your assault of the plastic lid with your knife, “it was a leech not a dog”

“Shit!” Your brother sounds suddenly alarmed “are you ok? Were you bit? Do you have your UV kit? We have NOT gotten you fully trained on those.”

You nodded fervently, forcing the lid closed, the stick piercing through the hole you made for it. “Yes. No. The what? Yea I’m aware.” You triple bag the heart and shove everything into your large not-at-all-inconvenient OR suspicious to haul around in a subway black tote bag. You growl, struggling with the zipper as you listen to your brother throw around papers and check his mission book. He curses and you hear something crash then both of you are still, both heavy breathing and irritated. You wait one more moment then say, “pity pick-up or don’t-tell-dad designated driver night ENDING at Poles & Dills.”

Your brother sighs but it’s cut off with a sneeze and a hacking cough. He clears his throat “I’m still sick”

You grin as you shoulder your bag and begin your hike to the bus stop, “And I have a lot of bloody ones.”

"You have misunderstood the lore, hunter. It is neither crucifix, nor rosary, nor holy water, nor any other trapping of faith, but faith ITSELF that is anathema to my kind. And yours has proven to be. . . insufficient."

[scentedchildnacho]

Janet Kourany: Agnotology

The Starbucks experience....oh yea Brian my apartment share....that masculinity should be a black hole abysmal...and that's even if Forbes says it's okay

If it's indigenous women and Mexican activism Brian appears a bad artist.......instead of an epistemology that frees people from the sociology of having to liberate people from Starbucks or care

Indigenous women as a data set kind of appear in flashes of dominance and so eventually...

Ideas of returning the earth are predominated by a masculine here that returns life to an American pride from canadian ideology so again still ignorance

Cemex

Kofi annan because it understands a sense of mythic in the machine the purely rational appears internationally out of place

Cemex immediately literate

Is the noise immediately articulated

I don't know what happened to brian he had a peter pan complex....so had like a significant other in Chicago and was like an artist and student but mostly for his life he had a day job and would mostly banter about what he could have or not like a child

He lived with his twin brother

It would surprise me if I was told they were homosexuals I think it was just his twin brother

And that was when I shared an apartment with Them.....They had a whole world I kind of didn't baby sit or care about

I remember they took a lot seriously I didn't and I liked sharing the apartment because They do not police me They just kind of exist around me

Because I could just finish my classes and try to cook and be drunk....and They pretty much left me alone

I stayed with my ex boyfriend.....who didn't really explain to me that under those circumstances he couldn't cope addictively and had gone really crazy

He left for a road trip eventually

And I had to have it explained as he had to go away or my condition would worsen

I wouldn't have been drinking responsibly anymore I could have turned into as weird as that display at times was

Anyway I found out it was the social life he had through jobs that turned him into a self harming can't cope ite

Though his dad was into cars and he told me when I first met him that that's what he does experiment with drugs an abnormal

So maybe his dad abused him in some way I recall meeting his mom who looked beat up but I never really asked about it in some way the relationship was always over though we were kind of close

I remember that now sometimes we were like friends

I think Starbucks is always around Botox and plastic surgery and he was around those complexes till he met the type of mafia ite that would try to sterilize him and steal his body organs

I don't completely know the whole falun dafa story.......but Indians are invested in Starbucks so

He was a Taurean so didn't have much shame in treating his masculine like a piece of meat and the wrong type of homosexual decided to exploit that

He was around Brian also who didn't appear affected by something....but

Promenade mall.....they appear to blame a nigger Angola is one of the toughest prisons in the whole world to thrive privately from

Ice money lasers tats chlorine and there ain't nothing else to white

But Forbes reports.....it is owned by Moroccan Canadian serruya brothers

She could get out of jail to work.....and a lot of work actual prestige is mostly through a probation officer

I've met people who claim contemporarily they aren't ignorant of what white is but I have like four papers in line just on release from Nobel prizes

This African told me outside of Orlando Florida to realize this is about the occipital lobe and below

So I think they are normal advanced people who do finish their clinicals about white evil

Nobel prizes in vaccines ya should realize they inject the virus into your blood so it travels up your spinal column into your brain

Vaccines are cognitive so to them if they didn't control the youth they would throw stones at them

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis : Designing comes first and foremost in your life. There wasn't a damn thing that you wouldn't sacrifice in order to see your name as a luxury brand. So taking a job in a whole new country under the strongest woman owned and ethical brand Mitsuki was a no fuckin brainer. That is until you find out that the devil wears Mitsuki red bottom heels and has an attitude hotter than hell. Making you, her apprentice, fetch coffee like her personal bitch. But you were a sick dog with a sicker dream that you were going to bring to life. That is until a one night stand comes back to haunt you, making you hate the name Katsuki.

Warnings : Drugs, choking, smut

Chapter One : Nothing harder than Oxytocin

Master list | wc 3100

The afternoon sun assaults the ash blonde as it filters in through the open blinds of his large penthouse apartment. Fuck he hated how much natural light this place got, wishing he never let her pick it out. It's not like she was still around to see the stupid ass rays to bleach the dark hard woods in slow motion.

Forever.

Tsk yea sure.

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing that heavy drug induced sleep to pull him back under.

Suddenly the skin between his middle and first finger is burning, he looks down to see a bright ember eating away at the white paper of one of his expensive cigarettes. He shakes his hand, dropping the dying smoke. Noticing his chest covered in a sheen of sweat and white residue from crushed pills and blow, he doesn't have to turn to his right to know there will be a new woman in his bed, again.

Empty vodka bottles and little plastic baggies litter the floor and night stand as he gingerly sits up in bed buck ass naked.

Running his thick palm through his messy hair and undercut. Turning to look at the new woman and when he sees you his head pounds.

"More Katsuki please MORE!" Feeling the ghost of your cunt gripping at his cock.

Katsuki? The fuck were you using his given name for? Most women just screamed out his hero name, Dynamight tumbling from their lips as he drowned in them at least for the night. Snatching the black pack from the side table and putting a smoke in his mouth, hunching over to light it out of habit. Taking in a deep breath, letting the nicotine sting his throat and lungs before he exhales through his nose like some deadly dragon.

"Oi." He taps you, ashes getting on your shoulder from his actions, "This ain't a fuckin bed and breakfast, Sweetheart. Get the fuck out."

"Wh-what?" You ask groggy, naked and covered in hickies and deep indents of teeth.

His teeth, shit.

"I said, leave. As in get the fuck out. As in fuck right off bitch." He takes another drag looking away from you, just catching the bruises on your shoulders in the shape of fingers.

His fingers, fuck.

He hears you suck your teeth, watching you grab for your clothes that were on his side of the bed as he sits naked on the edge, finishing his smoke with no rush. Crimson eyes watching you stuff your bralette in your black Prada bag, your custom designer shirt easily hiding the scratch marks that raked down your back, his scratch marks.

"Make sure ya grab all of yer shit." He takes in an aggressive puff before blowing it out as he speaks, "I don't want your garbage here."

The disgust on your face is obvious, keeping eye contact as you jump into your skinny jeans. Purposefully throwing your elbow into an expensive and extremely fragile statue. It falls to the ground shattering into a hundred pieces.

You don't even play it off with an oops, just a bitchy shrug.

"That costs more than ya make in a fuckin year."

"Doubt it, it was a knock off dumbass." You look at his dumb struck face and let out a loud laugh, "Oh did wittle asshole Katsuki think it was real?"

"Quit usin my fuckin name."

"Don't give it out so easy then dick." You give him your back, putting your purse on your shoulder before walking with your arm outstretched. Pushing everything off the shelves you passed and even knocking down some real classical paintings before slamming the front door to his apartment.

"Fuckin dick." You hiss, readjusting your purse as you head for the elevator.

"Fuckin bitch." He snarls, stubbing out the cigarette directly into the scorched wood of the night stand.

Rising as he checks his phone. 16 missed calls from unknown numbers that he needs to block, each one corresponding to texts about how he was the best dick they ever had. Instead he clicks the banner on his phone bringing up the top news video.

"Another win for up and coming pro hero Ms. Maboromicamie, can you shed some insight on this great win?"

"Well, it's all thanks to my team. Dynamight is always so helpful. We're such a great team."

The sound of her giggle fills the apartment and echoes around the ash blonde's head.

Bakugou clicks off the video, grabbing for an orange bottle and shaking out two rectangle pills before picking up the vintage wine he must have gotten out last night and swallowing the last quarter.

Why the fuck did he bring out a chateau '42 for some random bitch?

It didn't matter, you were gone now, just like the other women in his house starting with her. He swallows thickly, shoving it all down and headed to his marble bathroom for a long hot shower. Grabbing his hero uniform to change into.

Cranking up the water til it started to steam, stepping in and groaning loudly. Rubbing at the black cherry lipstick that clings to his throat. His muscles hurt, back stinging and his thick fingers reached around to feel deep scratch marks.

Why was he fuckin you in missionary? The night comes back in hazy clips. Your eyes so pretty staring up at him like that and before that his head between thick thighs that squeezed his face tightly. He couldn't remember the last time he fucked anyone outside of bending them over his bed with his hand on the nape of their neck to keep them in place.

He didn't care if they felt good, he just wanted to nut.

Mentally he waves away the thoughts of you, by the time he had his coffee he'd forget you ever even fucking existed, just like the rest of the women who landed in his California king bed. God forbid he had to wake up and touch someone while he was sober. His mind moving onto work, how his 48 hour shift started tonight, how he promised the hag he'd stop by today and he'd already canceled four times before. 'Sides, Kirishima was going to be there to buffer for his Mom and that damned Izuku. Might as well go and avoid a bitching from his ma.

Growling as he steps out, pushing his hair back with a band as he looks at himself in the upscale mirror. Impervious to fog and steam giving him a clear reflection of himself. Bags under his eyes, skin a bit pinched and his stubble was growing out. Washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly before he shoves himself into his clothes. When he looks back down he sees a golden lipstick tube and sucks his teeth, grabbing for it to toss into the bin before his phone screams from his pocket.

Annoyed he grabs for it, exchanging the golden tube for the cracked glass.

"What? What the fuck do ya want?"

"Bakugou, my asshole of a son, you're late." His mom chides, "I have a meeting and my apprentice is gonna have to take your measurements now."

"Ma, they haven't fuckin changed."

"Son, shut the fuck up and get to my office." She hangs up with a roll of his eyes. He growls, dropping the phone with the forgotten lipstick into his pocket before setting out to get some shitty coffee at a corner store to start his shitty day.

Several hours earlier

His palms are hot, too fucking hot. Paired with the shot glass that the ash blonde was sure to keep bottomless. The room spins and you hardly remember the pill he offered you but definitely remembered the way his tongue swirled over yours as he pressed you into the wall at the club, placing the bitter rectangle into your mouth with his thick wet muscle. His cock poking your ass all night and deep voice asking if you were ready to go to his apartment.

The booze and pill loosened your lips and you let out a breathy yes.

Stumbling through the dark apartment, him kicking the door shut as he peels your expensive top from your soft skin. He pulls back and groans.

"Fuck. So fuckin pretty." He bites at your ear before shoving you onto his bed, pulling at your jeans, "And ya know how ta dress."

He bites at the inside of your thigh until he sees purple blooming on your skin, lapping at the mark as you arched your back.

"Want me to eat this pretty cunt?" He asks, long fingers pressing on the clothed mound as he swiped at the fabric where your clit was . Rough pad of his thumb pressing just right and you nod your head frantically, "Gotta use yer voice Sweetheart."

"Pl-please."

"Please what?" He chuckles, teasing as he takes his broad tongue, pressing it against the black cloth and swiping it up to your clit. Your body jolts and your hand goes to his head. Manicured nails digging into his scalp roughly making him groan into your sex.

"Please daddy?" You test out the name, most dudes liked the nickname, you weren't particularly a fan but you'd bark to see this fine ass stranger between your thighs. Looking up at you with glowing red eyes.

Was he a God?

A demon?

The latter most likely. Still he pushes away your iron grip with ease, climbing up your body for a moment. Hand gently gripping at your throat to see your reaction. When your pelvis grinds into his thigh roughly he smiles, squeezing harder.

"Katsuki." His voice is surprisingly soft as he looks deeply into your eyes. He gives pause and when you don't repeat it back to him he tilts his head so that his ear is by your pretty swollen mouth, "Tell me what you want, princess."

"Eat-eat me please." He stays like that, squeezing until you're gasping, making you delightfully light headed, "Katsuki."

His cock jumps at the way the syllables tumble from your lips.

"That's my girl." He growls, coming back to kiss you roughly, making your head swim as his teeth gnash against yours. Wet muscles sliding over each other until he pulls away slowly. Keeping the clear string between you connected until he pulls his tongue back into his mouth. Kissing, nipping and sinking his teeth deeply into your skin just to hear you whine as he crawls back down your body. Shoving your legs open, the sound of ripping fabric echoes around the room. It's barbaric how it sounds, how he chuckles at your mewl yet still you had an annoyed look.

"Don't worry, I keep my girl happy. You'll have all the designer shit you want." Slowly he dips his middle and ring finger into your sopping cunt, "Now lemme hear who owns this pretty pussy."

He takes no time to find your spongy spot inside your tight heat, thrusting his fingers with enough force to rock your body before he pulls your throbbing pearl into his mouth. Sucking so hard you see stars.

"Katsuki!" Nails scratching at his head again, shoving his face into your sex, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted.

And you wanted him to feast on you til you went limp. With his gluttony it wouldn't be long til you were. Suckling and flicking his tongue across your puffy clit, fingers sounding out a delicious squelch of your arousal as you pull thick digits back in.

Heat grips your lower stomach as you arch and buck into his face. Gripping at his scalp and sheets with eyes screwed shut. Just as you're teetering on the edge, thighs shaking around his head he pulls away with a lewd pop and you groan, trying to push against his strong neck.

"Gotta look at me when ya cum, pretty girl." He slowly flicks his tongue on your cunt and your body jerks, crying out, "Don't see ya looking."

"Okay okay Katsuki please." He rewards your obedience by pulling you back into his mouth. Sucking and thrusting his fingers harder than before sending you right back to the edge. Fighting to let your head fall back as he watches over your mound and stomach with hooded eyes.

Giving a rut to the bed to relieve the ache of his cock as he watches your face contort. Brows furrowed up, eyes clouded and mouth parted in a lovely o. As he sucks he gently flicks the tip of his tongue and your eyes go wide and you let out a loud moan. Squeezing his digits in tight contractions that make him rut the bed again thinking of how it'd feel around his cock.

Impatiently he flips you over, pulling you to him and pressing you into the plush mattress with his hand at the nape of your neck. You look pretty like that, tight hole and cunt still spasming from your earlier high. He spreads your cheeks, letting the saliva in his mouth drip from the wet muscle before he spits a cold glob of it onto your puckered rim just to see you jolt. Experimenting by pressing his callous thumb to it and when you whine his eyes flutter.

"I know, my dirty little slut likes her ass being stretched." He rakes blunt nails down your back and you shudder, "Don't worry, we'll get there."

He presses his thumb in to his first knuckle, a pleasurable burn as he slides it in and out, your cunt dripping and darkening the sheets between your thighs. He takes his free hand and spreads the bead of leaking pre across his thick length before sliding it up and down your slick. When the angry cockhead hits your sensitive clit you lurch forward before bucking your hips back against his thumb. Still rocking and when he catches your entrance you sheath him fully, contracting around his size and thumb. A sigh is shared between the two of you, as if the pair had been waiting for this moment.

Molded to one another.

"So pretty like this." He gives a tentative rut, pushing his thumb in deeper and he watches a shiver run down your spine.

He thrusts again, setting a rough slow pace, something he hadn't done in years. Trying to pull that special kind of cum from a woman.

From you.

The type that stupidfied them on his cock. It must be working, cunt getting wetter and wetter as you soak his balls each time they slap against your sex. How your body melts into the mattress and the loud whine when he drags away. Tight grip on the sheets gone and he has to use his free hand to hold up your hips, keep you back arched so beautifully.

"I know I know." He coos, picking up his pace a bit before going back to slow thrusts. Cunt fluttering around him again and he wonders if you've cum, then he knows you have with how your tight rim convulses around his thumb in time with your cunt.

He could cum like this, slow fucking you as your cunt tries to milk him again and so quickly.

You glance over your shoulder to look at him and it makes his pace stutter, the drool you swallow slowly, puppy dog eyes as tears cling to long lashes. Squeezing him as you speak, making him twitch so close to the edge.

"Gotta look at me when ya cum." You parrot his words back to him and it makes him smirk.

"Yea, pretty girl. Wanna see me stuff you full?"

"Yes, Katsuki." The way you say his name makes him wild. Makes him remove his thumb and reach up to grip roughly at your shoulders and lift you as he fucks into you so hard and so fast all you can do is moan. Eyes rolling into your head as he groans behind you. Growling as if he's fighting himself, trying to talk himself out of something but drops you, almost letting you fall face first into the bed before catching you by your ribs last second.

"Fuck do you know what yer doin ta me?" He snarls, but still he gently flips you over. Seeing his fingers outlined in purple on your arms. Coming down to tenderly press his lips to them. Slipping himself back in as he does, making you whimper.

"Yer okay." He reassures, only asking with his eyes and you give a curt nod. Bucking your hips into his, sharp claws poised nicely on his back.

"Gonna scratch me up little kitten?" Wolfish grin back on his handsome face.

"Gonna make ya bleed." You purr but it doesn't come out as strong as it should. Voice weak from the way he manipulates you. Thaws you beneath his hot palms and smoking caramel scent, he sucks his teeth but his smirk never waivers.

Slowly he starts his pace again, those slow thrusts that make you feel boneless, head swimming as you struggle to keep your manicured nails in his back. He leans down to press sloppy kisses to your neck, biting at the apex of your shoulder and throat til he tastes blood.

You mewl for him and he increases his speed, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. Thrust as sloppy as his kisses were, no rhyme or reason but far from unpleasant. Beautifully rough and hard as you feel him twitching in your spent cunt.

"More Katsuki! Please MORE!" You cry for him, nails going down his shoulder blades. The burning pleasure makes his eyes flutter, rolling in his head as sweat falls from his brow onto your collar bones.

His breathing turns erratic, eyes blown wide as he opens his mouth to let out a groan.

"Cum for me Katsuki. Stuff me full like ya promised." It's breathy and desperate and exactly what he needed to push him over the edge. Painting your perfect walls in sticky white, pushing you over the edge with him as he fucks it into you further.

Stopping when you're both twitching, collapsing his full weight on you and mumbling a sorry when you let out a soft oof. He goes to get up but you press him back into your chest. Fingers finding his hair, carding through his soft ash blonde strands.

He practically purrs, "Careful, might fall in love."

He jokes, voice bit weak from his recent high, you giggle, "Ya said you just wanted a good fuck."

A tease and he looks up at you. Eyes clouded by pills, drink and a fresh hit of Oxytocin, it makes him look in love but the sadness that creeps in makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

As if you could feel fate's cruel hand wrapping around the fluttering muscle just to crush it.

"I don't need love, just need my drugs and Dior."

[primofate]

Genshin Drabble - Modern AU - He compares you to his ex [Angst to Comfort]

Notes: Hi I’m back with more angst XD Let me know what you think of this series please?

Warnings: crying, lots of ouch, insecurities, mean genshin boys, fights, on the verge of breakup? might be toxic relationships actually, swearing and profanities NOT PROOFREAD

Characters: Xiao, Childe x fem!reader

Other Parts: (Zhongli, Diluc, Scaramouche)

Prologue: 

College and working would take a toll on nearly everyone. At some point in time, there’s so much stress in your life that the pressure you feel has to go somewhere. It’s the same for everyone else. Something small could trigger it. Or perhaps one had been bottling it up for too long that it bursts one day. Or simply, you just have to take it out on someone else. Unhealthy, but we don’t mean to do it. A moment of weakness is all it takes.

Childe

“How difficult is it to hang your coat up Childe?”

You come into your shared apartment, looking at the coat discarded on the ground, right at your feet, the moment you come in. You hold back a sigh and throw the keys into the bowl of knick-knacks the two of you had, by the front door. 

Further in you see a piece of plastic lying around, it was just general trash. He must have opened something and left the packaging on the floor. He’s nowhere to be found and you know he’s already in his office, working on something again. “Childe,” you knock on the open door. “There’s plastic everywhere, did you get a package?” 

He only hums in response, signaling a yes but also signaling a leave me alone vibe. You stare at his back. He’s clicking away on his computer and you can’t help but feel a little resentment towards him. You were tired to, but you did your best not to give him any attitude. “I’ll get dinner started, what do you want?” 

“Can’t you decide by yourself for once?” his reply turns your lips into a straight and tight line. You continuously stare at his back and reply in a the most strained tone of voice. “It’s called respecting your opinions and caring about you,” 

“It’s just dinner,”

Just dinner he says. As if cooking food and doing the groceries was not something extra to do after working an 8 hour shift. “JUST dinner. Why don’t YOU cook for once, then?” You see his shoulders tense up, and his office chair swerves, his eyes glaring at your form. “Y/N, all I’m asking you to do is DECIDE what to cook for dinner, instead of asking me all the time. Don’t overreact,”

Somehow hearing those words caused you to get angrier. “Well the least you could do is tell me nicely,” He let out an exasperated sigh and threw his head back with a roll of his eyes. “I already have to decide a lot of things at work, dinner is not something I want to think about right now!”

“Then don’t eat!”

“What is so difficult about picking for me? God, at least Serena knew what to do around here,”

You froze at the same time that he did. The anger in your chest dissipated and turned into a wrenching pain. The way that a wet cloth was being squeezed out of water. “Serena? Your ex who cheated on you? THAT Serena? Oh yea, she sure knew what she wanted huh?” Tears were gathering in your eyes. Childe stood up and walked your way, “Hun, that’s not--”

You held a hand up and stepped away. “Don’t you dare even come near me right now or I swear I’m leaving the moment your ungrateful hands touch me,” a few stray tears run down your face, but you refused to give in to the apologies that you knew was coming. He’d never said anything like that before, and it both shocked and killed you. 

“Order fucking takeaway for yourself,” and you slammed his office door behind you retreating to your shared bedroom. Childe fell back on his seat and buried his face in his hands “Oh, God...” His head was spinning. The image of your shocked face etched into his memory. “Why did I say that...” he groaned into his hands and rubbed his face in frustration. He stood up only seconds later to look for you. He couldn’t leave it like this. His guilt was eating him alive.

“Y/N--” he stood at the doorway of your bedroom. There was a duffle bag on the bed, already half filled with your clothes. You ignored him and kept packing. You changed your mind. You wouldn’t stay here being compared to a slut, you didn’t want to waste your time. “Babe,” he shook his head, voice breaking at the sight. “Babe don’t, I’m sorry,” 

How could he live without you now? You who had been nothing but patient with him, who took days off when he was sick and never failed to prep meals for him. You who kept the apartment together while all he did was whine and complain about work. “Oh God I’m so stupid,” he whispered and walked towards you, tears on the edges of his eyes as well. “Y/N I’m sorry, that slipped out, I don’t mean it--I don’t want her,” 

You turned to look up at his face, own tears silently falling. You believed him, but you didn’t know what to do with the hurt that you felt. “Y/N, let’s not do this, okay?” he touches the duffle bag and starts to take your clothes out from it, putting back in place in the wardrobe. His hands were shaky. “I’m leaving. With or without my clothes, I’m leaving,” You took your phone out and he saw the Uber app on it. 

“Y/N,” he held your wrists and looked at you pleadingly, you could practically see his heart break the way that yours did. “Please don’t. I’m sorry. I really am. I’m just deadweight around here and all I do is blame you for everything. I’m sorry, please. I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else but you,” and finally the tears that he tries to blink back are also pooling around his chin now. “She’s... She can’t even compare to you. I don’t know what I’d do if--” his life would spiral out of control and he hiccups at the wave of panic that struck him.

“I’ll do better. I promise. I’ll make it up to you, please,” 

“Make it up to me for a few days and then go back to being ungrateful right?”

“No! No, I swear. I’m so stupid, I’m really stupid. Just give me this chance. If I fuck up again then you can go, okay? But I won’t, I swear I won’t.” He squeezes your wrists a little harder. “Please,”

You look up at him. At the current sincerity in his voice and his tears. You didn’t know what to believe, but he had never slipped up the way that he did today, and you only hoped that this would be the last time. You closed the Uber app on your phone and he relaxed, eyes closing and tears just escaping from his eyelids. “Thank you,” he doesn’t care that you feel numb right now and embraces you into him, speaking into your hair. “Thank you, I’m sorry, I love you. I really do, I love you,” He speaks in a flurry of words, almost unintelligible but you sigh and wrap your arms around him as well.

“We’ll be okay,” you reassure him, even though there’s doubt in your mind, yet with his simple hug, your heart became at ease.

Xiao

I always headcannon Xiao as part of some sports team in college

“What do you mean you can’t come?” Xiao tries not to sound annoyed, but it slips past his lips. You glance up at him from your schoolwork and bite your lip in guilt.

“I’m sorry babe, I just...I’m swamped with school work and the deadlines are all coming together. It’s just really stressful right now,” you sigh and look at him, hoping that he’d understand. He stands there for a moment, watching you with your papers and laptop strewn around. 

“I mean, that’s mostly your fault for not managing your time properly, isn’t it?” Now he was just jabbing at your weaknesses. 

“Yeah, I admit I could have done better, but that’s why I can’t come to your game, Xiao, I can’t keep putting this off,” you wave your hand at the schoolwork you had. Xiao scoffs. “So you decide to put off watching an important game of mine? Maybe you should’ve limited your hangouts with your friends instead,” 

You purse your lips. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s my bad. I’ll go to the next one, okay?” You’d only missed two of his games so far, and frankly you started to wonder if you could even keep up with all of it. It wasn’t a crime to miss a few, wasn’t it? Then why did he make it seem like a sin?

“That’s what you say now,” Xiao counters, eyes accusing you. You sigh again and massage your temples. “I will. I’ll come to the next one, I promise,” Xiao shrugs and with all the childishness in his being says, “You don’t have to, I’ll ask Alyssa to come instead. She was always happy to come,”

He’d said it out of spite. And he knew how dangerous that could be. His mouth parts open the moment it leaves his lips, shocked at his outburst as well. You look up at him, wide-eyed and stunned at the blatant attack on you. “Do you mean that?” You whisper, still stunned.

It didn’t help that Alyssa was a pretty little thing. Cheerleader body, charming smile, silky long hair...except that she was dating Xiao only for the clout. Xiao was an exceptional player, and already sought after by different teams. He had a good future ahead of him. 

He didn’t answer immediately and that was an answer enough for you. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way, I’ll just--” you stop talking and start gathering your things into piles, just wanting to shrink away in embarrassment. How could YOU measure up to Alyssa the beauty? 

“N-No...I--” Xiao moves forward and hugs you, forcing you to stop your clean-up. You feel numb and confused. “No, I don’t mean that.” He said, a little more clearly. Teeth grit in anger at himself. “I don’t mean it. You know that. She...was just using me.” You relax in his arms, but you start to cry into his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not enough. I know I’m not as pretty as she is or--”

“Don’t. Don’t even think about that, Y/N,” but he knew it was him who put those thoughts into your mind. Him and his stupid mouth. “I don’t care about her. I don’t care about pretty social climbers. All I need is you. You’re pretty. You’re smart. You’re genuine and I damn well know that I’ll regret the time I ever let you go. I’ll never find someone like you again,” He shudders, feeling his chest twist at the doubt that he’d planted in your mind. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. Sorry. You don’t have to come... I just... It means a lot to me to see you there. I’m sorry for saying that,” 

You sniffle and it was his turn to relax when you bury your chest affectionately into his chest and wrap your arms round his waist. “I know,” and you sniff once more. “But I really can’t this time, Xiao. I’m sorry,” 

“It’s fine, I got you” He presses a kiss on your head and strokes your back to ease your sobs. “You’ve done so much for me, a few games don’t matter. Stop saying sorry, doll. I’m the one...” he whispers and trails off and you peek your head up to look at him, feeling his resentment towards himself. “I’ll wear your jersey for the whole day, how ‘bout that?”

A slight smile plays on his lips, and yet he still feels the guilt at the edges of his heart. He promised himself he’d never hurt you like that again. “Send me a picture and I’m good,” 

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[dick-meister]

Adam’s grin widened watching her go for the biggest piece of… thing there. Watching her strike the machine and seeing plastic beige chips fly everywhere made him laugh. A sudden flash went off from his palms as he took a photo.

“Oh. That’s a keeper.” Yea, he planned on taking a lot of photos and videos today. Try and channel his inner teenage girl and get everything as a memory.

Handing his phone to her, he took the bat and saw a row of perfectly placed glass plates to which he sweeps his bat right across the whole lot and letting those glass shards fly as he let out a loud yell of laughter! “HAHAHAHA!!”

Lying in his bed, for once in a very long time Adam had gotten such a nice sleep. The man was curled in his bedsheets, unknowing of what he had done just yet, how dangerous of a thing he had done and the gift he was given by the Creator himself. Though, with the sun flooding into the room, past the curtains and hitting his eyes, he began to stir and wake.

His eyes open slowly, gold hues hitting his room interior in almost surprise as memories were starting to set in. He could only hope that what he did stopped all this, but seeing as he was back… No, of course it didn’t. Father must have brought him back, that was the only conclusion as to why he was back in Heaven.

Adam couldn’t think too hard, all he knew was that he was incredibly tired and sore. He flops back into bed and sighs, looking at his ceiling.

“I guess five more minutes couldn’t hurt…”