#ooooh boy i just want to pick him apart

[wolfoflyngvi]

oooohkay I've finished the fallout tv show and needed to gush, so please excuse me if I'm shaky at this tumblr thing.

so one thing i am obsessing over and NEED to talk about is how, at times, we can see little bits of Cooper Howard peeking through the dark and dreary cloud cover that is the Ghoul. though these bits and pieces are also part of a persona that he played; the cowboy, the character that Cooper, if we recall, objected to acting out as a ruthless person.

it's in part genuine parts of him shining through, but at the same time not. it's a shattered piece of an illusion that broke apart two hundred years ago and stayed broken. a frustration that stuck with him and helped shape his persona as the Ghoul.

he took that tarnished character, his anger, and his horror and he hammered it all together at an anvil and the Ghoul was born. he's just so???? I want to pick him apart with a spork. let me AT HIM.

[ja3hwa]

Ooooh 3, 15, and 100 please!!!! With Seongjoong perhaps 🤔

'𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'

Prompts : 3 "You Feel So Good" 15 "Close Your Eyes" 100 "Dont go on that date" "Why" "You Know Why"

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Your two roommates love to make it hard for you to find a partner... but what happens when they stop you at the door of your apartment and "convince" you that you deserve better.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  1.06k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Angst, Fluff. Slice Of Life Au

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: SeongJoong x F!Reader (Seonghwa & Hongjoong)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Swearing. Mention of shitting dates and shit men. Fingering. Talks about sex. Use of the word cock. Dirty talk. Dom/sub play. Power play. Reader is lowkey a brat. Neck kisses. Begging. NOT BETA READ

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You wanted to look good, be good. Be enough. And tonight was your night. You dressed up in a beautiful and mostly sexy outfit, wanting to impress and attract this new guy were were seeing. Well speaking to mostly online. This would be the first time you’d be meeting him and you hadn’t planned to be in a position of being fucked, but if it were to happen you were more than prepared. Grabbing your keys off your side table and checking yourself once more in the mirror before heading towards the door quickly so you don’t run into your roommates. 

“And where do you think you're going?”

Fuck… You freeze in your spot, hearing the deep grumble behind you, mostly coming from the archway leading to the kitchen. You spin on your heels to face the beefy man behind you. He looked like he had just woken up, with his tight muscle-t hugging his chest, while his black joggers weren't doing anything to your imagination on his clear erection. “Oh, Heyyy Hwa. I was just… Heading out..”

You knew he wasn’t stupid and you knew for a fact he had noticed you were more attentive to your phone and practically glued every time a notification popped up. But to be fair you were probably touch-starved, and an attention whore so it wasn’t your fault. “Don’t go on that date.”

“Why?” You snapped

“You know why.” He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. You step towards him getting in his face with slight frustration. You knew Seonghwa and Hongjoong liked to tease and flirt with you but every time without fail, when you went out on a date they always found a way to make you not go, or take you somewhere else instead. And they would always say it’s because they didn’t like the men you chose or the people to picked and ‘None of them are good to you. You deserved better.’ But deep down you knew, or more wanted them to say something else. Say it was ‘cause they wanted you, they want to be with you. But no. They were your roommates and nothing more. 

“Say it…” You're right in his face, holding your ground. He seemed surprised by your actions, usually, you would come quietly but this time he was seeing a new side to you. A bratty one. His smirk made your blood boil, was he enjoying your suffering? 

“What's going on here?” Hongjoong walked in with a groggy voice and blood-red eyes, most likely being at his desk all afternoon working. “Why do you look all dolled up?”

You huffed crossing your arms in front of your chest, staring at the two annoying boys. They quickly exchanged looks and when Hongjoong hummed lowly, it was like they both had a mental conversation. “ You seeing a guy?” Joong spoke up.

“And you care again, why? It’s not like you’re my boyfriends.” You rolled your eyes, turning your back to them. You started putting on your shoes, ignoring the clear anger rising in Seonghwa and the frustration in Hongjoong. 

“Why do we care—ha. You aren’t worth those disgusting men's time.” Seonghwa cut himself off, scoffing at your words. "Those boys you see are a waste. And you don't need to throw yourself at them."

Throw?! Did he really say you throw yourself at men? All you do is try and get Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s attention, and they never reciprocated it. So you kind of had to look elsewhere. You felt invisible around them like you were nothing more than a roommate. You couldn’t even find any combat to his harsh words, so instead, you turned around to leave while scoffing in disbelief. “Whatever, I’m going.”

Before you could grab the door handle a pair of large hands grabbed your waist, pulling you backwards until your back hit a very broad chest. A hand snaked around your chest up to your neck until fingers grip your chin tilting your head to the side so your face was suddenly inches away from Hongjoong?!

“J-Joong?!” You never even heard him walking towards you let alone being right behind you. Did he push Seonghwa out of the way from the small hallway? Why was he suddenly so close to you, to the point you could feel his heartbeat against your back, and his breath on your lips? 

“Close your eyes.” His voice was low and deep, like velvet and cream. God, you felt so wobbly from his hold. You didn’t listen, eyes darting between his own trying to understand what he could mean.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“I said…” His hand moved from your waist to the hem of your hands, fingers dipping slightly into the top of your jeans. Your breath hitched suddenly figuring out what he wanted, what you now wanted. “Close your eyes, Angel. Trust me.”

Your eyes shut quickly, maybe too quickly and that’s probably was you could hear a low chuckle erupts from Hongjoong. You felt Hongjoong’s hand slip further into your jeans and you wiggled in anticipation. You wanted so badly to open your eyes and take a peek at Joong but you tried your hardest to listen to his orders, and when you were about to whine in frustration another pair of hands gripped your wrist, swinging your body until your back hit the wall with a huff.

This time you opened your eyes, staring Seonghwa right in his dark eyes. He and Hongjoong were caging you against the wall, and Joong wasted no time in latching his lips on your neck, making you whine all the while you were never leaving Seonghwa’s stare. 

“My, My is this what we needed to do in order for you to listen to us, we would of done it sooner.” His tone mocked you, making a shiver ripple down your spine. You couldn’t understand where all of this was coming from but you feared to ask as words might make them stop so instead, you whimpered. “I bet you feel so good coming around a cock huh?”

You gasped suddenly feeling Hongjoong’s cold fingers slip into your jeans, past your panties and pressing harshly down on your clit. Your mind becomes clouded and your heart races, hips grind on his hand to ease your frustration. “P-please…” You beg for something, anything. For one or both of them to hurry up and give you the pleasure you’ve been so desperately craving for who knows how long now.

“So pretty when she begs huh?” Hongjoong purrs in your ear, making your eyes leave Hwa for a split second to look over to the shorter male. Seonghwa took your distraction to step closer until all three of your bodies were smooched against one another in the tight hallway. Hands everywhere, feeling any part of your flesh they could find. While two tongues lick along your neck and exposed chest. You were overwhelmed and both of them were going to use it to their advantage and make sure by the end of the night you were nothing but a whimpering, crying mess.

- ♥︎

[chiwhorei]

OOOOH THE BOYS uhmmm what abt gross daddy butcher ! butcher who's possessive of his little girl, keeping her locked up tight, hidden away from anything and everything that could hurt her.

Now Daddy Billy is a goOD DADDY. I feel like went a little crazy with this but the bugs in my brain wouldn’t let me stopp. Cough cough, my fatherless behavior, that’s the bugs.

Tags: incest, stalking, debugging, noncon, manipulation, daddy issues for REAL ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა♡

Daddy Billy who would would have Grace looking after you your whole life so no one hurts you. That means he was never around, but that was for the best- that’s what he’d tell himself at least. You aren’t just the most important thing in Billy’s life, your the only thing important to him. Billy is motivated by your existence alone, running towards a finish line, checking off names on a kill list to make it safe enough of a world for you.

The first time you meet Billy Butcher is at a bar close to campus, you’re out from Grace’s nose for the first time in your life, trying to have all of the normal-young-adult experiences.

That’s when you meet a man old enough to be your father.

He’s rough around the edges for sure but there’s something about the older man that seems to be dragging you towards him. Maybe it’s the fatherless behavior your friends always rib you about. He’s tall, undeniably handsome and has a sexy accent. His black hair and beard is peppered with gray, he’s got a jagged scar above one eye and his hands are covered in bruises and scratches.

Billy introduces himself with his real first name, testing the waters to see if Grace had told you anything she shouldn’t have. You introduce yourself with a clueless, glossy smile. He buys you a fruity drink and you laugh at his jokes. He lets you bitch about the stupid frat guy that just broke your heart, he even offers to kill ‘em if you give Billy his address. You laugh that off too, but there is intent behind his words that you don’t pick up on.

For a second Billy feels like the most normal person in the world. You’re not the daughter he’s been keeping tabs on since you moved to the city— now mere inches away from him instead of states apart. And he’s not the bastard everyone else knows him as, crawling around in your peripherals looking for a chance to pounce.

He shouldn’t have invited you back to his place, but you were far too drunk to walk home alone- plus his apartment is just around the corner! You wobble on your heels following him inside, and Billy catches you.

You start babbling and hiccuping and squirming in his arms. You’re body is feeling heavy and your head is foggy, usually just one drink doesn’t get you more than a little tipsy.

“How’s about Daddy takes care of you tonight, sweetheart?” And you giggle into Billy’s neck, nodding and running your fingers through the rough hair on his face.

“You- you wanna be my daddy?” You look up at him with lidded eyes, he brushes a fallen eyelash from your cheek.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” You don’t catch the subtext between slow blinks, looking up at your father with no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Billy makes a mental note to not dose you this strong next time, he almost feels bad at how out of it your are. But you also fall into the mattress so easy and you arch your back so pretty when Daddy’s hands paw at your ass.

He fucks you raw and deep. You cry out for your daddy and beg to be his good little girl. You want nothing more than to be a daddy’s girl, even barely conscious. That burns in Billy’s blood, pumping into your poor pussy even harder. He’s got a lot of making up to do.

[lcandothisallday]

Wedding Season - Jack Harlow x f!reader

Summary: Jack is invited to an old friend’s wedding and he’s been convinced by his friends to bring the girl he hates as his plus one.

It was a rather chill summer day for Jack. He had gone to the studio earlier in the day which allowed him to have a relaxing rest of the night. So that’s where he was now, chilling in his living room of the apartment he shared with Urban while the both of them ate the takeout they ordered.

Earlier in the month, both boys were invited to an old high school friend’s wedding back in Louisville and neither one of them had the heart to say no despite their busy schedules. Now there was only a couple days until the wedding and Jack felt like an absolute loser for not having a date.

“You bringing anyone to Colton’s wedding?” Jack asked Urban before he scooped up a mouthful of mashed potato to eat.

Urban couldn't help but smile. “You know how I started talking to Nia again?” Jack nodded, showing that he was listening as he chewed. “Yeah...invited her as my plus one...gonna try to make things official with her after the wedding,” he explained.

Jack groaned, “fuck outta here, man. You letting me ride solo on this one?” he half joked in question. Urban only shrugged with a laugh. “Not my fault you ain't got anyone at the moment...or you know...you could always ask y/n to be your date,” he suggested cautiously. 

Upon hearing that, Jack scoffed. “Bro--y’all gotta stop bringing her up I swear,” he muttered. “We have never and will never get along,” he persisted arrogantly.

“She’s Nia’s best friend--”

“And what does that have to do with me?” Jack asked in annoyance. “You just want to get on Nia’s good side but I’m the one that’s gonna end up suffering.”

Urban furrowed his brows before he scoffed. “You’re so fucking dramatic bro. I don't even understand what happened for you to hate her so much,” he tsked. “It’s like you were in love with her one minute during high school--wanting to ask her out for junior prom-- and the next you hated her guts. But whatever man. If you wanna be the hottest rapper out there and still not be able to cop a date then that’s up to you,” he shrugged.

Jack rolled his eyes before he let out a defeated sigh. “I’ll think about it...but no fuckin’ promises,” he mumbled.

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You stood in front of the mirror, staring and picking apart your appearance in the dress you had chosen for Colton and Grace’s wedding. It was an outdoor wedding and so you dressed in a simple silk-like dress that hugged your body perfectly and the colour complementing your beautiful and glowing skin. Despite knowing you looked good, you couldn’t help but be nervous.

“You need to stop picking apart your look,” Nia spoke up matter of factly, noticing your nerves, as she applied her gloss. She looked absolutely stunning as well, her dress choice also being the most perfect look for her. Urban was going to be hella impressed to say the least.

You let out a sigh. “I’m not I’m just--I don’t understand why Jack asked me to be his plus one,” you frowned. “I feel like it’s some cruel prank,” you mumbled, smoothing down your dress anxiously. 

“Well I mean people change,” Nia pointed out. “So give it a chance. Maybe this is him trying to make amends,” she offered, ever the optimist. “Now come on! We’re gonna be late!” she exclaimed, grabbing hold of your hand before the both of you stumbled out of the apartment with your heels clicking behind you.

As you arrived to the venue, you were in complete awe of the setup. It was beautiful--from the grand archway, down to the details in the flowers that stood as centrepieces on each table. 

You took in a breath as you scanned the venue, noting how you were met with familiar faces from your high school days. “This...is gonna be a long ass day. I can already tell,” you whined, your friend humming in agreement.

“There’s Urban,” Nia breathed out with love struck eyes, causing you to giggle. “Ooooh your man looks good,” you teased, causing her to blush madly. “Shut up,” she mumbled while still blushing. “He’s not officially my man...yet.”

When Urban finally set eyes on you and Nia, he started approaching with Jack dragging behind him reluctantly. Truth be told he was nervous. He hadn’t seen you in quite some time and the last time he spoke to you, it was full of hostility.

Urban immediately pulled Nia aside, whispering in her ear and complimenting her in all the ways he should, leaving you and Jack standing alone.

“Hey,” he mumbled in greeting. “You uh...you look nice...I guess.”

You smile awkwardly and begin to anxiously play around with the rings on your fingers. “Thanks. So do you.”

As the night progressed, the tension between Jack and you seemed to linger in the air. Despite the polite exchanges and forced smiles, there was an underlying current of animosity that couldn't be ignored. It was as if both of you were tiptoeing around a minefield, waiting for the first explosion to occur.

After dinner, the DJ started playing a slow, romantic song, and couples began to take the dance floor. Nia and Urban shared a loving glance before swaying together, lost in their own world. Feeling a mix of discomfort and curiosity, you and Jack found yourselves standing near each other.

Jack cleared his throat. “Do you want to dance?” he asked. You shook your head. “Not really,” you responded quietly, causing Jack to audibly scoff. “God you’re such a bitch,” he muttered, running his hands through his curls. “I don’t know why I’m even trying.”

Your eyes widened as you took full offence. “I’m the bitch?! Oh I’m sorry for not wanting to dance with the guy who’s always been an asshole to me! If I remember correctly--you’re the one who blocked me out of the blue!”

“Don’t act like you don’t know why y/n.”

You scoffed. “Actually why don’t you enlighten me because I don’t remember ever doing anything to you to make you hate me so much! I liked you and I thought the feelings were mutual—”

“They were until I overheard you telling your friends you thought I was ugly and that I was stupid for trying to pursue a rap career,” he mumbled.

Hearing that made your heart sink to your stomach. “Jack,” you sighed. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” you say softly. “Because I didn’t actually mean any of that—”

“Then why did you say it?” he asked, his voice quiet and almost quivering. “I really fucking liked you and I know I always played it off like I’m a confident motherfucker but that crushed me.”

Your heart absolutely broke at hearing his confession. “Oh Jack—I only said that because Tina was a bitch and she noticed you and me getting closer and she started saying that someone as likeable and popular as you wouldn’t romantically go for someone like me. She also said that the two of you had started hooking up and it wasn’t long before you would’ve started dating so I had to back off and the only way to protect myself in front of her was to make it seem like I never cared about you from the start,” you explained softly.

“She’s a liar. I never fucked around with her like that—”

“Yeah well how was I supposed to know?! She was the blonde skinny popular white girl—and I was me—I guess it just made sense to me,” you sighed.

Jack groaned, “well that was up to me to decide don’t y’a think? God—I just wish you would’ve just told me or something.”

“Yeah well can’t change the past now,” you muttered sarcastically under your breath but loud enough for him to hear.

Jack licked his lips in thought before a small smirk started to make its way onto his lips. “You’re right…but we can definitely influence the future,” he hummed, taking your hand and pulling you onto the dance floor.

The slow romantic song was still playing so he took the opportunity to take both your hands and place them on his broad shoulders before his own rested against your hips, leading the dance with gentle sways.

Your cheeks were on fire at the entire interaction, but you welcomed it easily, thankful that he was the one that was able to take charge.

The both of you swayed in silence, you choosing to look anywhere but his eyes while he stared intently at you, loving the chance to admire you up close.

“Jack…I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” you whispered, the guilt eating you alive.

“I don’t think I stressed enough earlier how beautiful you look,” he mused, looking down at you with his charming smile.

You can’t help your own smile making its way onto your lips. “Jack.”

“Y/N,” he mocked back teasingly.

“I was being serious!” you laughed.

Jack rolled his eyes playfully. “Isn’t it obvious that I forgive you already?” he asked with a raised brow, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.

You shrugged. “Just want the confirmation.”

“If you let me kiss you would that be enough confirmation?”

“Yes,” you whispered timidly, a blush overtaking your cheeks.

As the words left your lips, Jack wasted no time in closing the distance between you. His hand cupped your cheek gently, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. And then, his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into the embrace, the animosity of the past melting away with every lingering touch. The world around you faded into the background as Jack deepened the kiss, his other hand finding its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with flushed cheeks, Jack rested his forehead against yours, a contented smile gracing his lips. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A genuine smile spread across your face as you looked into his eyes, seeing a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "I wish I had been honest with you from the beginning," you confessed. "But I promise, I'll make it up to you."

Jack's smile widened, and he brushed his thumb gently across your cheek. "I believe you," he said softly. "We both made mistakes, but we can start fresh--starting with a proper first date?"

“I’d like that a lot.”

[zalia]

Experiencing Destiny 1 as a D2 player

I picked up Destiny 1 in a sale recently despite being told a lot about its problems, and honestly I'm really enjoying playing it! I feel a bit like a time traveller visiting important places and events from the past.

I also have friends who played Destiny nearly from the beginning and it's fun to go back and go 'ooooh that's what they were talking about!'. I am also very aware that if I had started playing it without already being invested, I would be having considerably less fun. (Also, being fair, much of the fun is doubtless novelty after playing *mumbletymumble* hours of D2 over the past couple of years).

But it's genuinely been really interesting from a design and narrative perspective going back to it and seeing where the story began and how things have changed and I wanted to ramble about it. Full disclosure, I have played up through the first couple of missions of The Taken King. There are also things I can't comment on such as Crucible (because getting enough players for a match has not happened yet), events (no longer happening) etc. Also haven't managed to run a raid yet but hopefully will eventually!

I will start with the bad, to get it over with. A lot of stuff here will be well known and honestly it's probably less interesting than the good/thinky stuff.

The Bad

Oh boy I have maligned D2's New Light introduction so badly since it is miles ahead of D1 just by merit of actually having one! D1 gives you the opening run through the Cosmodrome where they tell you what buttons to use and then refuses to explain anything ever again. (This very definitely ties into it being a game I enjoy now but would probably not have enjoyed if I wasn't already invested)

You don't realise how many QoL improvements D2 has until you have to go to orbit and select a new destination every single time. Also no fast travel points. And no you cannot just look at a map of the place you're traversing. Fashion is difficult too.

Up until Taken King, I am not sure why they bothered hiring voice actors for anyone except Ghost, Elsie Bray, and maybe the Speaker. And I have no idea why they hired Bill Nighy for that part (I mean I do, it's because they wanted to use Big Names for marketing but still...). The Vanguard could easily be replaced with cardboard cutouts because they are basically uninvolved in anything until Taken King begins. I know they aren't involved in every seasonal plot now, but they do appear and develop.

The story and writing is... well, it makes an attempt to exist. It does not succeed until The Taken King. I went in knowing what happens in the story and I'm still not actually sure what happens in the story because it is basically someone's pre-first draft bullet points of a narrative. The only reason I knew I was starting different storylines is because the mission popup tells you which storyline it is. 'I don't have time to explain why I don't have time to explain' is a meme for a reason, but another bit which I think illustrates the point well is from House of Wolves. Petra tells you that Skolas has entered the Vault of Glass and this is bad so you need to stop him. It is never explained before then what the Vault of Glass is, what it does, why it would be bad for Skolas to be in there, or... anything. While D2 can be obtuse, and sometimes leaves important info in easily overlooked lore tabs (or in vaulted content), it at least tries to tell you what the story is. I feel like D1 actively resents that players do not read the bullet points and fill in everything the writers had in their heads. Another example is the Devil's Lair strike. it's the first one you take on in D1, and after doing it in D2, I was expecting backstory and build up. Nope, you just get sent in with nothing to really explain what is going on, who the House of Devils are, what a Servitor is... I know it had troubled development and the story got torn apart and remade very close to launch, and it really shows in the early stuff. It's a series of missions that were made and then had to be strung together with the thinnest of threads. It gets better in Taken King, but at times is still not great. You first encounter the Taken on Phobos, I think Ghost asks about what they are. I was expecting more discussion about them and what they are and how horrifying it is. But nope, they just exist now and we're all fine with that.

So. Much. Grinding. The pinnacle grind was annoying in D2, the grind to just get your light up in D1 is so much worse. You will be doing bounties desperately to try to get your rep up with the various groups just so you can actually get fragments of story and quests. You will be grinding just to level up your subclass and it takes ages.

The places you visit are very expansive - even the Cosmodrome is significantly larger - which is great when they're used well, but a lot of the time they feel very empty, there to make you play for longer to get between areas than because there is anything to do.

The Good

The game is gorgeous! I'm loving getting to see Venus and Mars and the Dreadnaught. They're beautiful environments. Everything feels very expansive which can be very cool (as above, it can also be less good). When used well, it feels like there are so many mysteries and secrets hidden in this abandoned world. There are hidden bunkers and spaces, huge Vex structures and ruined cities, tunnels burrowed beneath the Cosmodrome and the Taken King's dreadnaught. It's genuinely fun to explore (up to a point).

It does an excellent job of making you genuinely feel like it's post-apocalyptic and the existence of humanity is precarious. And you, the Guardian, are brand new and everything is trying to kill you. You don't have multiple gods stored in your vault in the form of guns! Everything feels more dangerous. For example, I think if D2 is your intro, you look back at the Great Disaster and the first Crota fireteam and go 'but how did that happen when I go onto the moon and take out ogres with a single punch? The biggest threat in the Abyss in Crota's End is falling into a pit or getting hit by a pendulum! Yeah no I get it now. In D1 you are much less powerful and it makes swarming thralls and normal enemies much more of a threat. Things feel dangerous in a way that D2 rarely manages. I'll talk about this a bit more in depth later.

By making your supers and abilities less powerful, they have weirdly made them more useful. In D2 I usually save mine for bosses since it feels like a waste to use them on normal enemies. In D1, it makes absolute sense to use your abilities basically as soon as you have them. You should absolutely use your Golden Gun on a normal Hive Knight or Fallen Vandal!

There's some great atmospheric touches. I love hearing the snippets of distorted music when I'm near a Rasputin bunker. Going into some of the ruined buildings on Mars or Venus where it's dark and suddenly seeing so many red Vex eyes staring back at you is chilling.

The opening mission of Taken King is fantastic. Genuinely creepy and the Taken in general in D1 feel much scarier and threatening than in D2.

All the different enemy factions are different colours and designs! I love that!

Weapons still go brrrrr in a very pleasing way. And getting new gear feels genuinely satisfying in a way that it rarely does in D2. I junk 99% of the armour and guns I get in D2, in D1 I end up being much more considering of whether something is useful. Legendary weapons and armour feel precious!

I keep picking up random Warmind weapons to turn into Banshee that I know lead to an exotic quest and I am enjoying the feeling of that being another Secret Thing I am discovering.

Honestly, I really like Banshee's weapon bounties - you get given a prototype weapon to test out and gather data by doing certain things (killing X number of a certain enemy etc.) and that gains you rep. And you can then order a legendary version of the weapon from him to be delivered the next Wednesday.

Thoughts/Observations

Knowing that the 'original' story was seemingly going to focus more on Rasputin, and an exo version of him getting stolen by the Hive makes the appearance of some of the Hive areas on the Moon make more sense. There's some bits that are high tech in a way that feels very at-odds with what we see of the Dreadnaught and, other Hive locations which lean much more towards the organic and magical.

Similarly, Rise of Iron feels a lot more hard sci-fi than much of what Destiny has become, and has such a huge Rasputin focus. I believe it was partially developed by an outside studio, so I do wonder if it was based, at least in part, on the 'original' story of Destiny, and was either too far into development, or the other studio just never got the memo about the change in tone.

Vaguely related to the above, but way more speculative, I wonder if Banshee was originally meant to be a Rasputin exo, then that story got shifted to Felwinter, but the seeds were used for the story of Banshee having been Clovis Bray.

Honestly while it's fun to think about, in general I find the obsession parts of the Destiny community have with 'the original story' (of the 'maybe they're finally going back to the original story!' type where the unspoken idea is that this was the perfect undiluted pure story that was 100% planned and set in stone) to be fundamentally misunderstanding how creating stories work. I can guarantee that even if that first story had been used, after 10 years of multiple writers etc. it would still be in a very different place than where the people who came up with it initially thought it would go. It would have evolved and changed and shifted, even if it was following the same vague plan. That's just what stories do.

Oh wow, suddenly all the Nightmare Hunts in Shadowkeep make way more sense! I get it now!

Actually I get a lot of references now XD

Oh wow Shaxx sounds so depressed. I guess this was before he started therapy.

So many identical caves...

Thoughts on Power Creep

D1 leans much more into the post-apocalyptic setting and it does an excellent job of making the existence of the Last City, humanity, and Guardians feel precarious. Everything seems more dangerous, more of a threat. You really are part of the last bastion of humanity. And there's a few ways this is done.

First, you are much less powerful. Yes, you have supers and grenades, but they do much less damage (and are much less flashy) than in D1. There has been a huge amount of power creep! You won't be one-shotting bosses, even normal Vanguard Strike bosses with golden gun easily.

Legendary weapons feel rare and special, and I am still using Blue weapons at times because sometimes I have to just to get the higher light level. I have reached level 40 and have only just got my first exotic armour pieces which I bought from Xur! They are FR0ST-EE5, an exotic I have never bothered with in D2, but in D1 the recharge for abilities when sprinting is genuinely handy. I don't have any exotic weapons at all yet!

It leads to a very different playstyle - I play much more carefully because I cannot just charge in with something like Osteo Striga and wipe out a room with a few shots. In D2 we have killed multiple gods, taken down an Empire, and forged alliances. In D1, we're just some random Guardian and the gameplay reflects this.

And I hate to say this, but I also kind of get the YouTube/Stream BNFs who complain about things not being hard enough. It's just... they're completely wrong about the reasons and the solutions.

They seem to think that what is needed is more enemies with higher health, and nerf Divinity because it makes it too easy, and everything should be designed to stop normal players being able to do it. And it... it doesn't work? Ghosts of the Deep was fun, but holy fuck the health bars on the enemies make it feel grindy and dragged out. Legend Avalon was a slog because there's Too Much - too many elements at the same time so it's just overwhelming instead of fun. (Starcrossed on legend is tough, but feels more enjoyable and managable. I'm looking forward to doing it again instead of dreading it).

More difficulty isn't what makes D1 feel harder, being weaker is what does this. I have no doubt that if I could put my D2 stuff against D1 enemies I would decimate them. But in D1 I am a lone Guardian with scavenged gear and yes, I have the Light and can be resurrected, and it gives me an edge vs normal humans, but not a crazy amount.

In D2 I have so many exotics and weapons that I can just throw them away. I can have intricately crafted builds to take on any enemies! I am basically one of the most powerful entities in the solar system.

And that's not something you can really scale back. They did it with Red War at the start of D2. Maybe they could do it as a result of Final Shape and do smaller stories focused on Earth and recovery and what you even do after your purpose for fighting for so long is gone (and I think there is value in those stories! I would love it personally). But uh... I don't think most people would actually be happy having everything nerfed on such a scale. Give up your 999,999 Celestial Nighthawk boss damage, for a Golden Gun that with a bit of luck might one-shot a yellowbar?

Give up a lot of creativity in terms of what you use and how you play, in exchange for a tougher game with way less choice for builds, but one that is potentially more atmospheric and in-keeping with the post-apocalypse and the dangers of the solar system?

I don't have an answer for that! And it's not even the most important thing. Gamer BNFs gonna always want to prove that they're better than everyone at pressing buttons, and forget that the majority of players are casuals. But it's been interesting playing a different type of difficulty, rather than the forced difficulty of insanely high HP and Too Many Things.

Power creep is a real issue in a lot of long-running media (just look at superhero movies, or many many monster of the week TV shows). You're in a position of feeling like you need to one-up yourself every time. Every new villain has to be the biggest and baddest, and so you have to become more and more powerful to combat that, which means the next villain has to be even bigger and badder.

With Destiny we've gone from a scrappy underdog, to a god-killer.

I'm reminded of Osiris talking about Saint in The Sundial lore.

'I watched him grow from neophyte to demi-god'.

King of fitting for us to have done the same as Saint's inspiration.

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 8: 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱

NARUTO TIME NARUTO TIME

My lil dude whom I adore with my whole heart.

Oh look Naruto’s there too!

No I’m kidding I’d sell my soul to meet either of them.

GOD I AM SO BEHIND ON TICKLETOBER PIECES I HATE COLLEGE

Tags: @chrimsss @sleepysheepytea (I know you’re a Naruto fan, so I thought you might enjoy this!!) @tickletr-ash @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

As much as Naruto loved his friends, boy did they show up at the worst times. He WAS planning on spending his day off doing something incredibly important, mind you. Okay- fine, he was going to spend the day sleeping and eating, but that’s equally as important as anything else his friends have planned.

Though, the impromptu visits did make him feel loved. How far he’s come… younger him couldn’t even begin to fathom a life like this.

So, when he heard the ecstatic knocking at his door, a smile crept onto his features. He perked through the peephole and was delighted to see all of his friends.

“Hey, guys I was actually-“

“NARUTOOOOOOO!” Lee cheered, “We have come to see you on our day off! It is important to keep your youth healthy and abundant!”

The blonde ninja sighed. “My youth is perfectly abundant… I think?”

The group chuckled a bit. All of them removed their shoes and sprawled out on any and all furniture in the boy’s tiny apartment. Lee kicked his feet with a smile as he lay on his stomach to feed Akamaru little crackers, with Choji attempting to swipe them from him.

“Let’s play a game!” Kiba chirped.

“A game? What kind of game?” Neji inquired, eyes closed as Shikamaru carefully untangled his messy hair

“Oooh, how about truth or dare?” Choji asked with a Cheshire grin.

“What are we, twelve?” Shikamaru grumbled.

“Fine then, Shikamaru. We can-“

“Wait!”

All eyes turned to the blonde, causing him to blink rapidly a few times. “I-I want to play. I’ve never… uh.”

The boys looked upon him with confusion.

“You’ve never played truth or dare before?” Shino asked in disbelief.

Naruto stared back at them as if they were all morons, lifting his tee shirt to reveal the seal that adorned his stomach.

A collective “ohhh” filled the room.

“So yeah, I think I wanna play.”

“Sure, man!” Kiba cheered. “Everyone come sit in a circle!”

All of the shinobi obey and are soon sat criss-crossed in a circle. Eyes dart around the group as they try to decide who will ask first.

Shikamaru finally sighed and spoke up. “Choji, you asked to play. You first.”

“Alright! Hmmm…” the red-haired boy looked around. He locked eyes with… “Neji, truth or dare?”

“Mmm, truth,” the Hyuga replied.

“Booooring- okay, fine. Do you have a crush on any of the girls?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but quickly closed it with a scoff. “O-Of course not. That’s-“

“Why the stutter, pretty boy?” Kiba teased.

“Yeah, Neji. You lie like a rug,” Shikamaru quipped as he squeezed the latter’s shoulders.

“Alright fine!” he cleared his throat. “I will say that… erm… I find Tenten to be rather alluring.”

A chorus of “ohhhh!”s filled the tiny apartment as they all chuckled and teased the Byakugan user.

“Ooooh! I must tell Guy-Sensei, he would be-“

“One word out of you, and I will sew your lips shut!”

“Rude!”

“Don’t cross me, Lee!”

Amidst the chaos between the two teammates, the game continued. Kiba had to stand on his hands for a minute, Shino revealed a secret love for literature, Sai ate a spoonful of fridge jungle juice, aka whatever condiments they could find mixed with milk; and Shikamaru revealed a slight crush on Temari.

Finally it was Naruto’s turn.

“Alright, Naruto. Truth or dare?”

Oh man, tough choice…

“Mmm, truth! I pick truth!”

“Okay, uhh… let’s see.” A sudden flash of malice appeared in Shikamaru’s eyes. “Where are you most ticklish?”

Just like earlier, all eyes fell onto him. He shifted nervously as he tried to think of an answer.

“I- um… w-well, that’s- uh…”

“You can tell us. We won’t use it against you or anything,” the shadow user replied with a patient, but curious, smile.

“Well… I actually don’t… know?”

They stared at him, bug-eyed. Was he serious? There’s no way that he didn’t know… How could he not?

Realization appeared across the Nara’s features. “You’ve never been tickled before?”

“I-I didn’t say that-“

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“I- um…” A pink hue appeared on the boy’s ears. “I mean other than this one time that Pervy Sage did…”

“Alright, come here.” Shikamaru patted the spot in front of him. “Let’s find out.”

Was this guy serious?! Why so bold?? Should he just accept the-

“If you don’t come over, I’m gonna have to have Kiba take matters into his own hands, then we learn the hard way.”

Naruto’s eyes darted over to Kiba, who was already staring back at him with a menacing smile.

“Nopenopenopenope-“ The blonde ran from the circle, dodging around furniture, and eventually getting stuck in a corner.

“Come on, Naruto. Don’t make me do this the hard way. It’ll be easier for both of us if you just come to me.”

“Waaaaah! I want to but- NGH-“ In an instant the boy fell paralyzed, his arms holding themselves above his head. “Oh you bi- HYEAHA!”

Kiba smiled as he tweaked at the blonde’s hips. “Ohh, he’s ticklish alright!”

“Kihihibahaha! Wahahahait!” The jinchuriki whined.

“No wait! I’m curious! Let’s try here, I bet you’re ticklish here!” He mused as he skittered his fingers over Naruto’s stomach

“NYEAHAHA! KIHIHI-KIHIHIBAHAHA! HOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHON!”

“Hold on? But you’re so ticklish here! Is it because of your mark?” The brunette chirped.

“IHIHIHI THIHIHIHINK SOHOHOHO! BUHUHUT- AGH! KIHIHIBAHAHA!! NONONONOHOHOHOHO!!”

The fanged boy’s eyes lit up as he had just snuck his hand under the blonde’s shirt to squeeze at his stomach. “Ohoho! It is the mark! Awww! That’s so cute!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! KIHIHIBAHAHA!”

“Are you sure? Maaan some kind of endurance you have. What kind of ninja are you?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“We gotta tell master Jiraiya about this, maybe he can help you.”

The teasing and the tickles in his worst spot were far too much… “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! YOHOHOHOU MAHAHADE YOHOHOUR POHOHOHOINT! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIT!”

The Inuzuka boy smiled as he moved to gently scratch under Naruto’s arms. “Oh man, that is like so freaking cool. I never knew that your mark could affect you so much!”

The blonde closed his eyes and laughed helplessly, feeling vulnerable in front of the group, while also feeling the safest that he has in a while. “Kihihibahaha, stahahap teheheasihihing.”

Neji, being as perceptive as he is, noticed a small detail… “Ah… I forgot you too can feel what he’s feeling.”

The Nara boy was standing completely still, limbs vibrating as he bit his lip. “N-Nothing wo-worth mENtionihihihing.”

“Oye, Kiba! Don’t move spots, looks like we found Shikamaru’s tickle spot too.” Choji chimed as he looked upon his teammate evilly.

Welp… someone had to make the sacrifice. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting retaliation from it.

Let’s just hope he has more stamina than Naruto did…

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[platoniccereal]

"What are you thinking about?"

"Hmmm... That I want to open your head with a screwdriver and see into the mechanisms of your mind."

Aether sits up almost immideatly after hearing that, staring in disbelief at Kuni.

"I just know you're not trying to be romantic."

"The fuck? Who said I was trying to be romantic?"

"I dunno! I expected something sappy and sweet, since the mood seemed right for it."

Kuni scrunches his face in disgust.

"Wrong adress Juliette, I can't believe you'd think I'd say something sweet. Who do you take me for? Kazuha?"

"Guys, you're really killing the vibe." Heizou points out, sighing a bit tired.

"I get that you have issues showing vulnerability in front of others-"

"Ooooh no! You are NOT going to psychoanalyze me, you scooby doo knock off."

Aether shudders a bit, noticing the cold creep in when Kuni finally sits up himself.

"Kuni, please, tiny Kazuha is dreaming!"

"Mmmh I'm all good, thanks, Heizou."

And as expected, Kazuha lays there, eyes closed with a gentle smile on his lips as he enjoys the fresh spring night. A chilly spring night as it turns out, causing Aether to shake a bit. Though not for long as Kuni wordlessly wraps his jacket he just layed on around Aether, while he himself sits on the free space on Aethers blanket on the ground, never stopping his arguing with his roommates.

"I don't care! Stop it before I throw you down a flight of stairs."

"That too, is only a sign of inability to deal with your own emo-"

"That's it!-"

"Look!"

Breaking their argument apart Aether points at the starry sky that shows a shooting star pass by. Then another. Then another. Then two more as the star shower picks up turning into a bright and beautiful spectacle in the sky. Their reason to be here in the middle of the night.

"Kazu!"

Kazuha stands up and walks towards the borrowed telescope looking up into the night sky with it.

"Mmmh! Heizou, take a look."

"Coming~"

Everyone looks into the sky to witness the display of beauty that transpires. All except for Kuni, whos eyes are fixated firmly on Aether next to him, cuddled into the poofy jacket he was given and eyes transfixed onto the night sky, blending out anything else around him.

He didnt particularly care for the trip, but when Aether showed so much excitement he agreed to join the others on it. And for all he cared, it was worth it. Just to see his own star shine.

-🐦

ANONNN I'M giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair yada yada yada. i don't care what anyone says opening your partner's head to study him is romantic. and the double stargazing anemo boys date is hdhdgdg every choice made along the way was correct. and everybody admiring the view but kuni has his own- 😭😭😭 going back into my hole anon and taking it with me.

[bluberimufim]

"What is your OC's pain tolerance like?" And "What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?"

You didn't specify an OC so I'm just gonna spin the character wheel since I've been doing that a lot lately

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

Oooh, this one's kinda fun!

In short? Inhuman. Jane probably has the most ridiculous pain tolerance known to man.

Apart from the "half-human-half-god except the god part is a whole lot stronger", she was also raised by the Goddess of Time, who tried to make her into a perfect warrior for almost 20 years. She's done almost nothing but train her entire life (she never ate or slept before coming to the Mortal Plane because that's just not a Thing in the Garden). She is, in short, the most perfect soldier ever created.

(Highly specific reference, but you know how in Once Upon A Time (In Space), King Cole specifically built the Rose Reds to feel pain and fear so that they could become better soldiers by overcoming them? Yeah, like that.)

Jane is built to be Theo But Better. She is literally made from a copy or echo of her soul. And towards the end of her life, Theo was in constant pain due to excessive healing and she still kept fighting and acting mostly normally. (I'll post a snippet about that when I write it, I haven't gotten there yet.)

The Goddess of Time also fucked around when she made the souls the Theo clones (Jane is the only one who was stable enough to survive because she basically malfunctioned) by giving them self-regenerating souls. This means that Jane's soul self-replenishes instead of withering away like her sisters', which can cause her to overload when she doesn't use magic for a while. Basically: it's like a closed container to which you constantly add air, with no holes for it to escape through. At some point, the container is gonna explode under all the air pressure. And that's what her body is like.

The only moments she gets overwhelmed by pain are when her soul gets too full, and it causes her to get extremely aggressive, more as a reflex because the only way she learned to use magic was through violence and magic can decrease the "volume" of your soul.

Wow, that was longer than expected...

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Ooooh boy. The wheel has served me well.

For this one, you need context on Reiner and Allana, the two people who make up the whole that is Flick. They got soul-fused and it's weird.

Allana is a daughter of the Goddess of Love born during the 20-year cease-fire. And during this cease-fire, Edward Fallin, Master of the Order (Theo's brother? remember him?), is sending his men to kill any demigoddess he can find so the war doesn't re-start.

Well, the first one he manages to kill, two decades into the cease-fire, is Allana (the demigoddesses are slippery, ok?). The Goddess of Love is kinda bummed out about this. She's not mourning like the Goddess of Time mourned for Theo, but she thinks it would be funny if she did. So, for pure entertainment, she decides to get revenge on her sister's pet human (Edward) by cursing one of his children. Because it is a known fact to anyone with eyes that Ed loves his kids more than anything in the world and he's preventing the war mostly because he wants them to live in a time of peace.

Stay with me.

His youngest son is named Reiner (hey look, he finally showed up!) and she decides to fuse the remains of Allana's soul with his, binding them together with a curse. This results in some identity issues, body dysphoria, and general confusion. But that's not all!

The curse binding their souls together is a love curse, meaning that anyone, if exposed to Reiner for too long, will fall in love with him (we're going with the name Reiner for now because they only pick "Flick" a while later). Sometimes this love is platonic and sometimes romantic, but it's extremely intense and always borders on obsession.

"But, Muffin," you ask. "What does this curse have to do with Edward? Wasn't this a revenge against him?"

Yes, and I think you can probably see where this is going.

This curse extends to Reiner's father, Edward. He's the main target actually. There's a whole lengthy analysis about this situation, but basically: the effect of the curse is the most horrible, disgusting twist of a parent's love for their child.

And Reiner knows his father is affected by it, despite him never actually doing anything. He can recognize the look in his eyes and the emotion in his voice because he's seen and heard it so many times before. The curse can't be turned off, it's divine magic. And knowing that even his father, whom he loves dearly and who has taken care of him his whole life, is also a victim of the curse's influence is what makes him run away and try to rip his own soul apart, in the hopes that the curse will be ripped from him as well. And that's where we meet him at the start of book 2.

So, uh... that one felt a bit dark...

Actually, this has plot relevance, so I'm using the tag list: @little-mouse-gardens @wildswrites

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twelve~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Next time, don’t take my food.” You both laugh until Daichi says your and Kageyama’s names.

“When you guys are done eating, do you have a minute?” He asks, pointing at the shop.

“Sure.” You both say.

You, Kageyama, Suga, and Daichi sit at the table in the shop. Without looking up from his paper, the guy who yelled at you tells you to be quiet. Suga nods before listening to the conversation.

“I was wondering what to do with Hinata’s position in the practice game. Do you guys have any ideas?” Daichi asks. 

“Why are you asking me? I’m not a genius at volleyball like Kageyama.” You ask. 

“Don’t sell yourself short (Y/N). I’ve heard about how you helped Hinata and Kageyama.” Daichi expresses. You playfully glare at Suga, who looks away seemingly more interested in something on the shelf instead of the conversation. You look at Kageyama and he nods. You look back at Daichi with a knowing smirk.

“Okay, what if we…” 

-Timeskip, Next Day-

“Alright, I think we’ll go with this starting lineup.” Daichi says, holding a white magnetic board with a volleyball court and round magnets with player names on them. Everyone is looking at the captain who is standing next to Takeda. 

-

The starting lineup shows;

Tanaka (Wing Spiker) Front left. Hinata (Middle Blocker) Front middle. Daichi (Wing Spiker) Front right.

Kageyama (Setter) Back left. Tsukishima (Middle Blocker) Back middle. Ennoshita (Wing Spiker) Back Right.

-

As Daichi explains the plan you look at Yamaguchi who looks gloomy. You go over to him and sit next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah…It’s just…” He begins but can’t find the right words.

“It’s alright.” You say as you put your hand on his. “You’ll be there soon. Don’t let it get you down, let it motivate you.” Yamaguchi is about to respond but is stopped by a shout.

“I’m the same position as Tsukishima the Bean Pole?!” Hinata asks in disbelief.

“Pft. Bean Pole.” You chuckle at the nickname. This causes the tall blond to glare at you.

“Hinata, listen.” Kageyama says, getting the ginger’s attention. “You…will be…The Greatest Decoy!!”

“OOOOH! The Greatest Decoy! The sounds…lame.” Hinata says. Kageyama then explains his role to him which excites the short middle blocker again.

“But…if you aren’t operating at full speed our offensive plan will fall apart.” Kageyama says, causing Hinata to freak out.

“Kageyama! Why did you say that?!” You scold. He looks at you with confusion. You sigh and point at Hinata who keeps repeating ‘fall apart’ over and over again. Tanaka asks Daichi and Kageyama what Hinata will do about blocking, as you try to calm Hinata down which isn’t working. After talking to Tanaka, Daichi tries to calm Hinata down but just makes it worse.

“Daichi! You’re making it worse!” You scold the captain.

“I know! Hinata calm down!” Daichi frantically says before Hinata short circuits. “He shorted out! Hinata shorted out!”

“Don’t just stand there screaming! I need a cold wet towel!” You say snapping everyone out of it. While waiting you look at Kageyama. “This is your fault.”

-Timeskip. Monday, After School-

You’re waiting outside the club room at the bottom of the stairs. You’re playing on your phone when you hear footsteps approaching. You look up to see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.

“Awe, is the Queen waiting for the King?~” Tsukishima teases.

“Pick a nickname and stick to it.” You say annoyed.

“I have no idea what you mean Pipsqueak.~”

“If I were you, I’d get changed. “ You say as you begin to walk away but stop. “You wouldn’t want to be late, right Bean Pole?~” You tease with a smirk and resume walking. Soon you see Hinata walking toward you looking worried. He suddenly looks determined.

“Hinata! You’re wearing my pants!” Tanaka suddenly yells which causes you to look up at him. You quickly look away when you see him in his boxers.

“Tanaka! I did not want to see that!” You scream at him.

“Put some clothes on you freak!!” A tennis club member yells.

-Tuesday, After Class-

“Good Afternoon Sensei!” Everyone greeted Takeda. You walk to Hinata to see if he’s doing better than yesterday.

“Hey, Hinata!” You cheerfully call out to him hoping he will respond the same way.

“Hey (Y/N)...” He says as he turns to face you. He’s pale and looks like he didn’t sleep.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just feel a little sick.”

“Is it your stomach?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s just nerves. I was the same way when I played in my first game.” Hinata looks at you as if he doesn’t believe you. “I was a nervous wreck. I felt like throwing up. I didn’t want to disappoint my team or coach, but once I got on the court and remembered that I love volleyball, the nerves were replaced with excitement and anticipation.” You smile as you reminisce. Quickly clearing your head, you look at Hinata to see him looking at you with stars in his eyes. “Uh…Hinata…?”

“I feel a bit better thanks to you!”

“Oh, well, I’m glad I could help.”

“I’m going to get on the bus.” He says as he begins to walk.

“Okay…Oh! Hinata! Don’t sit in the back! It will make…it…worse…” You try to warn him but realize he isn’t listening. You roll your eyes and get on the bus. As you look for a seat you see everyone is paired up except Kiyoko. She sees you looking for a seat so she gives you a small smile. You go to her where she is sitting and ask if you can join her. She says yes so you sit down.

“Thank you for letting me sit with you.” You say to Kiyoko.

“You don’t have to thank me. You’re always welcome to sit with me.” She responds with a smile.

As the bus continues to head to Aoba Johsai you become sleepy. You eventually fall asleep and your head slowly starts to fall onto Kiyoko’s shoulder. This surprises her but she soon looks at you with admiration. Her gaze leaves you and she looks ahead of her. She notices a few people staring at the girl next to her. Specifically a certain captain, a vice-captain, and a black-haired setter. When they see they’ve been caught, they quickly look away with blushes. You are suddenly awakened by a scream.

“What’s going on?!” You scream while jumping to your feet and looking around frantically.

“STOP THE BUS!!” Tanaka yells, causing you to look at him. Suddenly your ears are covered and a chest is blocking your view of Tanaka. You look up to see Suga talking to, who you guess is Tanaka. He feels your head move so he looks at you. Seeing the confusion on your face he mouths ‘Hold on’ and gives you his signature smile. When he removes his hands he blushes and apologizes.

“Sorry. Hinata threw up and I remembered you don’t do well with it.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for thinking of me.” You say while blushing.

“You’re welcome.” He says as you arrive at your destination. You get off the bus to see Hinata profusely apologizing to Tanaka.

“Hey, Hinata, are you okay?” You ask when he’s done apologizing. “What happened?”

“I wasn’t feeling good so I tried to get to the window but I didn’t make it. I threw up on Tanaka.” He explains before turning to the second year and apologizing again.

“Don’t worry about me, how are you feeling?”

“Now that I’m off the bus, I’m better.”

“Great! We’ll be counting on you!”

“Tanaka!” You and Suga say together.

“Don’t pressure him!” Suga continues while Hinata starts freaking out again. ‘Great, here we go again’ you think while feeling bad for Hinata. The ginger runs to the bathroom while Suga holds Kageyama back from beating him up. You smile to yourself feeling lucky to have such great teammates.

~To Be Continued~

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 4: TW:too much rizz and s/h (fr)

Y/n pov: i wake up and I'm the first one I hide Greg and get changed into this

Not the book,candle,phone, "cute fit" "thanks" i turn around and see

"can-t sa-y th-e sa-me" god why did I try to be a smart mouth "can't say much can you" (a/n:bully rizz) "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" I add (bonnets are the real Ops)"oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House (a/n:shut up) Im getting waffle,bacon,grits, "y'all isn't that waiter kinda cute" jazzy ask

"ooooh jazzy's crushing" "🖕🏽" "hey that's mine thing" the waiter comes over "hello pretty ladies what might you be ordering" "can I get eggs and waffle" pippa asks "can I get bacon eggs and a waffle" nea asks "waffle,bacon,grits,please" jazzy looking at him like a dork "ma'am" "huh" "what would you like" "your number" she whispers "excuse me" "grits and bacon please" "ok "aww" "shut up" 25 minutes later "jazz call your boyfriend over" pip says "oh he's coming over" "ah shit" jazzy wipes food off her faces and puts lip stick back on "do I look ok" "👍🏾" "good" "are you pretty girls ready for the check" "yeah" "oh I think you need this" he puts the plate shit in the middle and gave jazzy a napkin we got to the car "jazzy there something right here" "wait do y'all that's why he gave me the napkin" "🤷🏽‍♀️" "ugh" she pulls it out and squeals "what happened" "he wrote his number on the napkin" "eee" we all squeal "omg he heard me" "damn" "shush y/n this a good thing jazz" nea said we make it back to the theatre "how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "wait I saw the cutest puppy on insta imma show y'all" "k" "cool" "sure" I get on my search thing and I see Lin posted it was me and ant "favorite couple" was the caption "🙄" I check the comments "she's so ugly" "he could do better" "ant I thought we were better than this" "she's so fugly" "man Ramos check my dm's you'll move on real quick" I throw my phone and run to the back I took my bag i was crying so hard "I check my bag I found my old blade I was gonna throw it away but it looked REAL helpful right about now I held it to my wrist I hear  long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door "y/n please I love you" I hear it was ... ant he loves me I stand up and open the door Lin ran and hugged me "I love you don't ever scare me like that" I just start crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picks me up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" I Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n" at the apartment "wait did you want people over DONT LIE" "yeah I love them" "ok..." "I hear a knock at the door" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure" "I look up it's ant" "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" he looks down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at him "im sorry" and ran away Lin came in and I told him everything "I'll call him" "no lin please" "ok" everyone came over and I  said everything from the comments to ant "yn/n I'm sorry"  "it's ok it's been a hard day I kinda wanna eat and sleep" "oh of course" "I'm sorry" "DONT say sorry it's just boundaries" "let's go ya'll" "k" they all left "I made your favorite" "thank you chef Lin" I eat it and the food was really good I hop in bed and sleep my ass off.

Anthony Ramos pov: I wake up i notice y/n is up she's not at my side I go to the bathroom and get ready I see y/n I saw "cute fit" "thanks" "can-t sa-y th-e sa-me"  "can't say much can you" "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" y/n added "oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House oak was talking bout his plan too ask pippa same with davved and nea "Ramos when are you gonna ask out middle" "WHO?" "y/n" he whispered "ohhh idk why'd you say middle" he just 🖕🏿 me "ohh" "yeah" "y'all are grown men and can't talk to your crush" Chris chimed in "I can't imagine not dating your crush" groff says as he touches Lins hand "yeah baby" "get a booth"

A little later

"how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "im so tired I tell the guys" "same" "for real" "yeah" I see y/n running away crying "what happened we ask the girls" "we don't know" i pick up her phone and read some strange comments i was nauseous i show them and Lin said "on no" we run after Lin he dose long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door I was so upset I just yell "y/n please I love you" everyone looked at me and tears down my face as i didn't hear anything from her she and opened the door Lin ran and hugged her "I love you don't ever scare me like that" she just started crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picked her up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" she muttered Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n at the apartment" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure"  "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" i look down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at her "im sorry" and ran away

[dukeoftheblackstar]

@clone-anon-after-dark BAAAAAAAAABE ♥ Let me begin by offering a heartfelt thank you from Plo Koon, my husband, and the 104th because Sinker, *sigh*, we love him so much and he deserves to have someone lift him up from his negatron vibes ♥ We love him so much. LOVE LOVE!

You did Sinker justice! I love him complaining over the takeout but still does it because he loves you? Very much like him. Like when he's all sassy bitchy in tcw but does it anyway because trusts the boys and Plo? ♥ BABE BE SO FINE.

And him being soft? Attentive to your needs? Temple kisses? Him being not overly aggressive is just the right pace for Sinker. For someone who's a bit on the downer side, it's native for them to be more than perceptive because they either overthink or see the downfall of a certain situation more than others.

So him going all "he studied your face like you were the most interesting being in the galaxy, like he was seeing you for the first time" is so perfect e///////////////////e

Bet you he still wildin' how he got you. How he's so fortunate to "come home" to you. How he gets to "live with you" and yet you make him fucking get takeouts when you dinner is standing right in front of you? jkjkjkj — or am I?

And I bet you he does that post-sex afterglow that the boys would tease him over because he's gonna be such a positive a-prick being all "yes, the commander's right, we can do it" and everyone's like OOOOH YOU GOT SOME LAST NIGHT.

“Do you have any suggestions for someone who is about to have to eat a bunch of ration bars for the next few weeks?” You ended up eating together and when he got back, he took you on a proper date.

Pick up game is mighty high but you can taste the sarcasm and bitterness true to this negatron of a baby boy — AIN'T HE PRECIOUS?!?! Like, how can you say no to a date? He's a charmer e//////////////////////////e

You’d been together ever since.

Bye, Plo ♥ jkjkjnobabyiloveyou but yes, you'd wanna stay with Sinker because he's so babe ♥

Today he was back from a mission and while he loved you, he was a bit annoyed that the first thing you asked was for him to bring home take out food.  Sure, he was hungry, but he wanted to be home, curled in bed around you and one more stop just made him wait longer. He still picked up the food after agreeing with an eye roll and a “yes, cyare.” 

HE BE LIKE:

He would so be pissy about it but still do it because he loves, loves, loves you and he's about that life of spoiling you while COMPLAINING ALL THE GODDAMN WAY ♥ Sassy eyerolls of love, arms folding with a huff, and him yapping about what else you need when he's here but he's like half-way out the door?

Sinker is so precious, like I would die for him, okay? Will starve for him so he doesn't need to go out but also ask him to buy me shit I don't need to just to see him like that e/////e ♥

“I missed you,” he said, his vulnerable expression betraying the emotion at the heart of his desire.

The clit stimulator had become a favorite for him too.  He loved using it to watch you fall apart.

GIIIRRRRLLLL YOU DIDN'T ♥

“Oh,” you gasped. “You know what I need?” “What’s that,” he replied between groans. “Yes. It’s your cock. In me.” “I can never say no to that,” he answered.

PEAK CONVERSATION BANTER BABE, PEAK, I TELL YOU.

Sinker carefully sat up a bit, embracing you and kissed you wildly, before responding, “Better.” 

He studied your face like you were the most interesting being in the galaxy, like he was seeing you for the first time.  You couldn’t help but feel a slight heat bloom on your cheeks.  Even now he made you feel a little giddy.  You picked up his hand and kissed the palm.

High praise for some tenderness for Sinker T/////////////////T. Beautiful man deserves beautiful gestures and oh my god as much as that smut be fire, this is my favorite part ;////////////;

Like, my boys be so slept on they need this, you know?

He gets so soft and smitten.

And for someone who's always a pessimistic in a way, you/reader being the optimism his hear needs — the assurance that he is loved, that you love him, that you love him so damn much is enough to melt me, Plo, the boys, and Sinker. Yes, we all in this Sinker, we watching you bby xD

“Let me take care of you.”

... kissing your temple under the water just because.

Coming Home (Sinker x F!Reader)

Sinker x F!Reader

Word Count: 1289

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiV, fingering, boobs getting attention, handjob, use of a sex toy

A/N: brief description of how you met before getting to the goods

Note: There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

For Sinker, it all started the day after a great date.  He thought it went well, but ultimately that person’s heart belonged to someone else.  Feeling out of sorts over it, he decided to treat himself to some decent food before shipping out and relying on ration bars for however long.  He stopped in a cafe.  He’d never been there before, but had heard the food was very good.  He noticed everyone else standing around and gazing at the menu, but you stood next to him in line, looking ahead and clearly knew what you wanted.  

He turned and asked, “Do you have any suggestions for someone who is about to have to eat a bunch of ration bars for the next few weeks?”

He received an amused huff from you before you made several suggestions.  You ended up eating together and when he got back, he took you on a proper date.  You’d been together ever since.

Outside of his brothers and general, he didn’t have anyone he was close to, at least not in the ways he wanted.  It took him time to open up, but once he started to and saw you embraced him as he was, you saw a whole new, amazing side of him.  Months later he was practically living with you when he wasn’t off fighting the war. 

Today he was back from a mission and while he loved you, he was a bit annoyed that the first thing you asked was for him to bring home take out food.  Sure, he was hungry, but he wanted to be home, curled in bed around you and one more stop just made him wait longer.  He still picked up the food after agreeing with an eye roll and a “yes, cyare.”  He came home to find you sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and only a t-shirt.  He smirked at the playfulness and put the food down on the counter.

“I thought about it,” you said, standing up and coming over to him as he placed the food on the kitchen counter.  “We can always reheat this.  You sounded like you needed some tender loving care and I’d like to provide that.”

You smiled, held his hand in your own, and kissed each knuckle while making playful eye contact.  This was not what he was expecting.  Sinker was a little breathless, heart beating faster as his eyes scanned your form. You weren’t completely naked, but he could help with that.  

“I missed you,” he said, his vulnerable expression betraying the emotion at the heart of his desire.

Dinner forgotten, you started kissing him and walked him to the couch, a line of his clothes left along your path. You still kept your shirt on, but he was completely naked as you pushed him onto the couch.  He deepened the kiss as you straddled him.

“Wait,” you said, clearly forgetting something.  Sinker looked at you, amused, as you got up and hurried down the hallway. He had to laugh when you returned and triumphantly held up one of your favorite toys.  The clit stimulator had become a favorite for him too.  He loved using it to watch you fall apart.

“Okay,” you said as you sat down next to him. “Continue.”

He shook his head and cupped your cheek as he kissed you again.  You enjoyed long kisses as your tongues danced together.  You could feel the tension in his jaw start to leave, smiling to yourself that he was starting to let go of his stresses.  He let out a sigh as you pumped his length with your hand, the delicious feeling causing him to groan.  He looked down to see your pussy just underneath the hem of your remaining article of clothing.  He grinned and helped you out of your shirt, insisting you wouldn’t need it.  You let out a pant of air as he cupped your breasts and started swirling circles around your nipples with his thumbs.  He left trails of kisses between them, spending time taking what he could into his mouth and teasing you with his tongue.  His cock stood perfectly at attention and you slowed the movement of your hand up his length just enough to draw out the feeling.  His fingers gently dove between your folds, moving around your slick as he turned the toy on and moved it around until it honed in on your clit.  You threw your head back and whimpered.  He didn’t rush you, but you missed him.  You ached for him, especially with how long he had been gone.  

“Oh,” you gasped. “You know what I need?”

“What’s that,” he replied between groans.

“Yes. It’s your cock. In me.”

“I can never say no to that,” he answered.

Sinker adjusted his position on the couch and you straddled him again.  He groaned as you sank onto his length, taking your time as he filled you up.  One hand continued to take its time caring for your breasts while the other adjusted the setting on the toy, causing you to moan softly. You could see the tension leaving his body as you started grinding your hips against him.  You didn’t go too fast, trying to let the feeling last.  He knitted his eyebrows in that way he did when his toes curled and you smiled at him beneath you.  You picked up the pace, your body craving the sensation.  He continued to play with your body, but as he got closer to his own release, he didn’t want to leave you behind.  He focused on stimulating you with each stroke and whispered “come for me.”  Your body responded and within a few thrusts, you were overcome with pleasure coming in waves.  Sinker licked his lips, a fire inside him with the knowledge that he could make you come like that.  He savored every touch and every vocalization.

“Now it’s your turn,” you said, moving the toy away, leaning forward a little, and gazing into his beautiful eyes.  “Come in my pussy.” 

You made more fervent motions, nearly letting him leave your body before taking him all back in, continuing to ride him until he held your hips firmly against his and shot his load into you with a soft grunt.  You panted together, smiling with love in your eyes as you both caught your breath.

“Better,” you asked.

Sinker carefully sat up a bit, embracing you and kissed you wildly, before responding, “Better.”  He studied your face like you were the most interesting being in the galaxy, like he was seeing you for the first time.  You couldn’t help but feel a slight heat bloom on your cheeks.  Even now he made you feel a little giddy.  You picked up his hand and kissed the palm.

“You’re so good to me,” he said quietly.

You could only respond with, “I’m so very in love with you.”  You kissed his forehead and felt him melt even further.

“I love you too.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, sitting on his lap, leaving little kisses, and coming down off your high.  After some time, he looked at you both.

“We could use a shower,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, accepting his help getting up and getting clean.  Every movement was a sign of affection from holding your hand and helping you into the shower, to using a soft washcloth all over you, to hugging you and kissing your temple under the water just because. After you dried off, you both threw on underwear and t-shirts and reheated dinner.  You sat together on the couch, enjoying your meal, snuggled up to each other while an old holomovie played.

Tagging: @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

[banzaitaka]

Hello ruka

Can i request Kyoya with Haruhi's older brother. So you know when all the boys go to Haruhi's house, i imagined the her brother randomly visited too. He doesn't live with them, has a own apartment and works somewhere far away, but always sends them money. For his personality I imagine him to happy but always tired since he works so much.

So he visits and when kyoya sees him it's like instant love.

I hope it makes sense and you can somehow work with this

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I couldn't imagine Kyoya just looking at someone and instantly start simping, so I hope this is close enough

Also sorry, while coming up with the whole thing I forgot the 'randomly' part, so the visit was planned

And bro, no idea how to continue this rn fifkfkdk may do a part 2 - someday

Ouran Highschool Host Club Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Kyoya Ootori x male! reader

Intruiging

"No, you need to listen-!"

No chance, the hosts didn't listen to Haruhi as they plopped down on the floor around the low table one after another. Their comments about the apartment drowned out any attempt of Haruhi to shoo them out the front door.

She sighed out as she rubbed her temples, there were so many days in a year, why did they have to choose this particular one to barge in unannounced and clearly uninvited.

Haruhi knew there was nothing she could do about it at this point, so she hoped her dad or brother would kick them out once they arrive.

It wasn't often her brother got to visit them and she was not going to let those unruly teens ruin the reunion. She really missed her brother and was looking forward to seeing him again for weeks now.

"Oh, what's this?", Honey had escaped into the kitchen, having Mori pick him up so he could look at what was on the counter more properly, "A cake!", his eyes sparkled.

Eyes widening, Haruhi rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the cake, holding it up and away from the blonde, "No touching! It's for someone!"

The twins' heads appeared from behind the door frame, "Ooooh~ Who could that be?", they asked with cheeky grins on their faces.

"My brother! He's coming to visit today after months, that's why you have to leave now.", she put the cake on the kitchen table, turning around to motion the boys outside with her hands, but they were even more enthusiastic to stay after hearing those words.

The rest of them entered the kitchen. Tamaki wrapped his arm around the brown-haired's shoulder, "Even more reason to stay! I want to meet that brother of yours!"

Haruhi deadpanned and mumbled under her breath, "I don't want you to meet him, though...", but her comment was ignored, or simply not heard over the others agreeing to the king.

"Indeed, it might provide useful data.", Kyoya mentioned as he pushed up his glasses with his fingers, in a mischievous way.

"Don't collect data on my family!"

And then, as if summoning him, the front door opened, "Woo! Hello, my dear fami-", the male stepped in and kicked off his shoes, about to jump into the kitchen as he saw several strangers, "-ly..."

It was like time was standing still, everyone's eyes on the older Fujioka sibling. In return, the male's gaze wandered around between the strange teens before finally settling on his sister.

"Are these your friends?", (Y/N) didn't mean to be rude, so he forced a smile on his face, even though he felt a bit too tired to handle commotion at that moment.

Handsome. Despite the bags under his eyes. Though, maybe they are quite charming as well. All written down.

Tamaki, of course, didn't let the girl answer her brother, instead cutting her off and posing dramatically infront of him, "We are the host club! And Haruhi's best friends and family!", he took the (Y/HC)-haired's hand and gave it a rather gracious shake. "Uh huh?", (Y/N) sweat dropped, still smiling.

"That's right!", Honey exclaimed, jumping down from Mori's arms and latching onto (Y/N)'s torso instead. But Haruhi was quick to pry both of her schoolmates off of him, before the twins could even think of joining them.

"He's working really hard, give him space!"

A hard worker? That would explain that tired face. Noted.

(Y/N) let out a hearty laugh and pulled his sister into a hug.

Haruhi returned the hug and the male smiled fondly at her, "It's fine, it's fine. Thank you, Haruhi."

While they broke the hug, (Y/N) scanned the strangers' faces once more, this time remaining on Kyoya longer as he noticed the calculating eyes. Right when he finished writing down those notes.

Clearly one to care for his family, maybe he sends them money too? What a remarkable young man. Mental note taken.

In return, Kyoya pushed up his glasses, this time to regain his posture he lost for a moment by the sudden eye contact, sending the other a closed-eyed smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, mister Fujioka. My name is Kyoya Ootori, we must apologize to come here unannounced."

(Y/N) waved his hands at him with a chuckle, he didn't want to say it was okay, since it really wasn't, but he didn't want to say that to their faces either. That's why he settled on that vage response.

Not one to say no, hm?

They gathered in the livingroom once again. (Y/N) was way too exhausted to shoo them out, and way too nice as well. So he settled on waiting for his dad to come home to have a reason to kindly ask them to leave so they could have their family reunion.

A sigh of exhaustion escaped the oldest of the whole bunch, he actually had work that morning as well, so not only the trip got him all tuckered out. Kyoya was the first to comment on that, "You seem tired, mister Fujioka." Once more, (Y/N) could practically see numbers and letters flying around in the black-haired's eyes as if analysing him. Odd.

He decided not to point that out, waving his hands at Kyoya instead, "You can just call me (Y/N).", he offered a smile, "And yes, it's been a long day."

A more detailed explaination would put himself to sleep, and he'd honestly rather not talk about it twice since he knew his dad would want to hear it from him as well.

"So you said something about a host club?"

That was Tamaki's cue for a monologue about rich people having too much time on their hands and yada yada yada.

The perfect opportunity for Kyoya to take a few steps back, figuratively, and sort out his feelings. Oh, I mean new information.

[prolix-yuy]

I'm curious about how Frankie brought up his child/children/ex with Ms. Jackson?

(Just how many mini Moraleses are running around is up for debate, of course. I think there are at least two because of the way he says, "I got the NEW baby now." It doesn't sound like it's his first to me.)

Ooooh, very interesting because I am establishing Triple Frontier as canon in this AU, but I haven’t really gotten into that one line yet. Frankie is a very sweet boy in my AU, but he is human, and he has his own troubles and mistakes. To ignore them would be doing his character a disservice, so yes, let’s talk about Frankie’s past relationship.

Rosalie

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson", Francisco “Catfish" Morales x OFC "Caroline"

Summary: An envelope holds the key to Frankie Morales’ past, and he's been dreading the conversation he has to have about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: M, past Sex Worker!Frankie, allusions to sexual acts, descriptions of male and female bodies, descriptions of sex work (not explicit), unplanned pregnancy, drug use, PTSD, semi-toxic relationship, angst, people are complicated and hurt each other even with the best intentions. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Note: I honestly debated whether I wanted to go down this path, but this ask really helped solidify Frankie’s history. He’s benefited a lot from things like therapy and having a support system in the other TF boys, but there was a time when he was unmoored and struggling.

Before we begin, everyone take a deep breath and remember how happy Frankie and Ms J are now. Sometimes we have to push through a little pain for some healing on the other side.

Takes place after Easy Like Any Morning and about 8 months into Frankie and Ms Jackson’s relationship.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

It was an unassuming envelope, the kind that probably held a greeting card. You don’t normally pick up Frankie’s mail but it was lying on a shelf under his apartment complex’s mailboxes, blatantly addressed to Francisco Morales. Thinking little of it, you pick it up and bring it in with you as you walk through the front door.

“Hey babe,” Frankie says, dotting a quick kiss on your lips as you shrug off your purse. You hold out the envelope as you slip off your shoes.

“What’s this?” he asks, which you answer with a shrug.

“Was sitting on the mailbox shelf when I got in,” you reply. Something smells like roasted peppers and sausage, your stomach grumbling.

In the moment between when you hand Frankie the letter and when you finish hanging up your belongings, his whole demeanor changes. His face drops to a stony expression, eyes boring a hole into the white envelope, leaning more heavily against the hallway wall. It makes a cold pit form in your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, but your voice bodily snaps Frankie out of whatever mood he tumbled into. He tosses the letter onto the hall table with his other mail.

“Nothing. Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, too quick and too dismissively. You follow his retreating back to his small kitchen, itching to ask him for some explanation but deciding to wait it out. Frankie tended towards openness with you, and pushing him in the moment would only succeed in making him sink deeper into himself. All of your hardest conversations required Frankie to come to you first, but he rarely kept you waiting long.

After a quiet dinner, you mostly carrying the conversation, Frankie sets you up with the TV and asks you to find something to watch. His footsteps heading back to the hall worry you, but you try to give him the space he needs to process whatever that envelope holds.

It takes him four excruciating minutes to come back, the digital numbers on the cable box ticking down. You turn to him, about to say you found something that looked good, but your words die on your tongue at the look Frankie gives you. It’s dread and anxiety and nervousness cutting harsh creases into his beautiful face that has you tossing the remote aside and holding your hands out to him. His face crumples as he sits down heavily beside you. You move to take his hands and feel the envelope clutched in one, now ripped open. The card inside is edged in princess pink.

“I…” he starts, and you swallow hard at his hesitation. Whatever is in that envelope involves you in some way, and waves of fight or flight response ratchet up your heartbeat.

Is this where it all ends? Does the clock finally strike midnight and you turn back to a sullen divorcee, alone and heartsick again?

“Fuck,” Frankie swears, dropping the envelope in his lap and gathering up your hands. “I’m sorry, I’m scaring you. I’m sorry,” he pleads, and you realize you’ve been holding your breath since he sat down. You let air rush in, focus on his thumbs circling the backs of your palms.

“Yeah, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” you manage to get out with some strength behind the words. He steels himself before dropping your hands and sliding the card out of the envelope. It’s a child’s birthday invitation, bright and cheery, dated a month from now. The confusion must be written loudly on your face, because Frankie places the invite into your hands.

Please join us for Rosalie’s 2nd birthday party!

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Frankie met Caroline in the way he met most people outside of work those days - passing glances at his dealer’s house. She was pretty, engaging, loud and fun. He often caught her talking with a bunch of other regulars in the back room, eyes shining with the line she’d just snorted. Her hands always spoke with her, accentuating and punctuating her sentences. Frankie couldn’t help but stare, drawn to the life that spilled from every pore of her being. She felt so opposite to him, always drawn in and quiet.

The first time they touched was electric. She passed him in the hallway, one going in, one going out, and her hand skimmed over his shoulder. It made Frankie’s heart pound, more intoxicating than the powder tucked into his jacket.

The next time they met, Frankie plucked up enough courage to introduce himself. She was waiting in front of the house, eyes darting around nervously as he approached.

“Uh, hey,” he said, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched. She looked him up and down quickly, ready to bolt.

“Hey yourself,” she answered, but instead of hostility he caught notes of amusement. It made him just a little bit bolder.

“Seen you around a few times. I’m Frankie,” he offered, considering putting his hand out to shake but deciding against it. She gave him a smile, snarky as she licked over one incisor.

“Frankie. That’s cute. I don’t think I’ve known a Frankie since I was a kid,” she said, a nervous laugh popping out of his mouth.

“Francisco,” he added, making her nod along with something like understanding.

“Caroline,” she offers. “Nice to meet you.”

They stood in the baking sun for a few minutes longer, Caroline sweeping her gaze over Frankie as he tried not to obviously do the same. She finally tapped at her pocket with a knowing look.

“I’ve got something to share if you’re up for it, Francisco,” she said. Her tone was laced with more offerings than that, and if Frankie hadn’t have done a quick bump to get up the courage to talk to her he might have seen the problems here. But she was sexy and forward, and he was craving something his lizard brain believed only she can offer.

“Where do you want to go?”

Coke and Caroline were a match made in heaven. Whether they both did a line and waited for Frankie’s cock to get impossibly hard, or she showed up at his doorstep high and needy, they found comfort in the other’s body. She was plush and giving and wet and seemed to be horny for him all the time. In return the coke made him go forever, almost to the point where cumming would be more painful than just letting the high knock him out.

They didn’t share much past their scores, some pizza and electrolytes. She worked in a warehouse, liked reality tv, and only ever called him Francisco. He told her he worked as a private helicopter pilot. Which was…mostly true. He did work part time at a small hanger, but he hadn’t been flying much in recent years. Younger hotshots were hungrier for it than him, and he hated the droning conversations broadcast through headsets. Most days he just babysat the front desk and waited for a call from Pope. The itching in his fingers to be back up in the air…well, he started attributing that to the coke instead.

He didn’t tell her what else he did for work. She never gave him an indication that she’d shame him, or drop him because of it, but it was easier for the secret to just live between the other boys and him. Their meetups were erratic anyway; if he was already spent, he’d take his time making her cum with his fingers and tongue until his cock finally twitched back to life. If it was taking too long, half a crushed up Viagra normally did the trick. Those weeks were a blur of naked skin, the buzz up his spine, and blissful thoughtlessness. It felt like a dream as he fucked and snorted and ignored all of the problems knocking at his door.

It was when the tests skittered across her kitchen counter, positive on all three, that Frankie finally crashed back to reality.

“You’re pregnant?” he sputtered, unable to tear his eyes from the sticks littering the table. Caroline stood with her arms crossed, unable to stop shifting from side to side.

“Not like we paid a lot of attention to where you were cumming, Francisco,” she spat back, and the venom in her tone sobered Frankie up faster than he thought possible.

“Hey,” he said softly, putting his hands on her shoulders. Tears were threatening to fall, her mouth screwing up to choke back a sob. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s gonna be okay,” he soothed, wrapping her in his embrace as she sobbed into his chest.

“I can’t do this,” she cried over and over, words tearing into Frankie worse than if she was clawing him in anger.

“You’re not alone,” he finally said, pulling back to hold her face. Her face was blotchy and red, tears streaking down as he cupped her cheek. “I’m here. I’ll be here for you, for the baby. I promise.” He tried to warm her with a smile, stroking away tears. “If this is what’s happening, I’m going to do it right, with you.” Caroline broke out into more tears then, but grateful ones.

“Fuck, Francisco, I’m scared,” she said, and he smoothed her hair and stroked her back.

“Me too.” He pulled her back into his chest, nose pressed against her ear as her tears calmed down to hiccups and shaky breaths.

Caroline quit cold turkey, endured the withdrawal and the stress of detox. She threw out everything she had, stopped talking to the friends she made through her dealers, and started reading about prenatal care and scheduling doctors appointments. It impressed the hell out of Frankie, watching her take to this mission of being the best possible mother she could be. Instead of their usual conversations about who’s ordering food or when to go score their next hit, Caroline was showing Frankie baby registries and birth plans, talking about car seats and neighborhoods and everything made Frankie’s head spin. He tried to nod through, take notes, be present and supportive, but he was beginning to realize the inevitable.

He was going to fuck this up.

At first he was just afraid of detoxing, something Caroline made him promise to do before the baby was born. After watching a month of her mood changing, becoming more anxious and paranoid, bad dreams making her thrash in the night, Frankie wasn’t sure if he could endure it. His dreams already scared him enough, but without the wall of numbness to keep the terrors away he wasn’t sure he could be of any help to her or the baby.

That’s when the lying began. The sneaking out to his dealer, the subtle hits after listening to her read through long lists of the best foods to eat or best sleeping positions. Instead of growing closer to her, to his future child, he was drifting away as silently as possible. He didn’t want to, kept trying to force himself to man up, but the chasm continued to grow.

Maybe if they had been friends before, Frankie could have found more common ground between them. If they had gone on dates, or talked about their families, met their friends, maybe it wouldn’t feel like they were two strangers handcuffed together. All Frankie ever wanted to do was get high and fuck and forget with her. But she was a full person, one he never took the time to know beyond his needs and was forever tied to now. The sickly voice in his head chastised him about it now, how selfish he was, how he got himself so far into this mess. As she took to motherhood splendidly, he dreaded what kind of a father he’d be.

It came to a head when Frankie was careless after a client. She’d shared some of her own stash with him, and it was stronger than he was used to. She loved it, enjoying his raging libido for well past their hour and tipping him generously. He’d strolled out feeling like a fucking god, still vibrating and full of pent-up energy. He shouldn’t have gone to see Caroline.

She knew right away, could see it in his eyes and the speed of his hands. He tried to kiss her, make her feel as good as he was feeling, and she shoved him off.

“Are you fucking serious, Francisco? You told me you were done, that you would be done for us!” she shouted, so loud it made his head feel split open.

“It was nothing, honey, just a little…” he tried to say, but his fumbling words only made it worse. Her shouting blended into a cacophony of anger and mistrust, further exacerbated when she stepped into his space again.

“Were you…” she says, quieter and with incredulous awe in her voice. “Were you with someone?” Even with Frankie’s brain running at lightspeed he couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough. Caroline’s eyes widened, and the hurt within them haunted Frankie long after.

“Were you fucking some other woman?” she demanded, her voice rising again. “After you swore to me you were all in?” Her voice got warbly and the good feeling he’d been swimming in morphed into anger in Frankie’s chest. It barreled over his common sense.

“It’s not like you even fucking touch me. I was going to give it all up, but it didn’t even seem like you cared if I was here. Never letting me say shit to you. I tried to tell you I loved you and you threw it back at me, said it was just because you were pregnant. How am I supposed to not feel hurt by that?” The words burned as they spilled, pain washing over pain as they both gave in to the repressed emotions they’d been covering with false smiles.

“Why the fuck would I want you to say you loved me if you didn’t?”

“I’m supposed to, you’re carrying my baby. I wanted to say it and you kept throwing it back in my face.”

“What kind of antiquated bullshit is that?”

“You don’t think I cared about you when we were together?”

“Beyond a place to stick your dick when you got high, no.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No, it’s not, because I barely know you. We fucked around and got in trouble and I should have just told you I’d handle it myself.”

“After you cried to me that you couldn’t do this? How many times do I have to tell you that I want to be here for you and the baby?”

“Telling me you want to help and actually doing what I need you to do are two very different things.”

“I’m trying, I’m just as fucking scared as you are about this!”

“But I’m not snorting my fears, like I asked you not to. You’re just escaping, Francisco, like you want to escape everything in your depressing fucking life.”

“Don’t you dare do that, don’t you throw that shit into my face. I didn’t run away from this.”

“Looks that way to me.”

“I’ve been doing everything I can. I want to give you and the baby everything.”

“Oh yes, all that love you keep talking about. Be really fucking honest with me, Francisco. Do you actually care about me, even just as the mother of your child?”

“What the fuck are you trying to do with this now?”

“It’s a simple fucking question. Do you even like me? Do you even want to be around me?”

“Jesus fuck, no! Is that what you want to hear? No!”

The silence that follows that word cleaves the connection between them. It’s as sharp and final as a bullet to the brain.

“Get out,” is all she manages. He doesn’t try to apologize, or stay. She was right. He was best at escaping.

The next day Frankie called and left a long message for her. He apologized as best as he could and told her that he’ll be there for her as much as she wants him, but he’ll stay away if that’s her preference. She didn't return his call.

The days blurred together for a time after that. A revolving door of scores, clients, fuzzy days spent in the hanger disappearing into himself.

Santi was the first to put his foot down.

“I can’t have you high with clients, Frankie, it’s fucking dangerous for everyone, including me. You get clean or you’re done.”

“Then I’m done,” Frankie spat back, and the pain in Santi’s eyes at this revelation, that wallowing in misery was the preferred choice, made him stalk out of Frankie’s apartment.

The license suspension came soon after. Another pilot caught him rubbing some powder on his gums to get through the day, and the drug test was unavoidable. He stood stoically at his supervisor’s desk as they rattled off the terms of the suspension, the noise barely reaching his ears. Thankfully he was still feeling pleasantly numb, letting the succession of punches he’d been taking roll off his shoulders.

But the wave always crashes. As he was driving home a notification pinged. A sonogram in an email. The text was simple.

It’s a girl.

Santi got called to drag him out of a bar that night. He’d drunk himself blackout, and spilled his feelings, then his guts into Santi’s guest bathroom.

“I’m sorry, Frankie,” Santi said, a firm hand on his shoulder as Frankie heaved into the toilet again. “You shouldn’t have gone through all of that alone.”

“I deserved it,” is all Frankie could manage.

“No, you didn’t.”

It’s what he needed to finally go to a NA meeting.

Frankie threw himself into distractions away from his narrowing thoughts as Caroline’s due date approached. A question hung in the air, making him pull her contact up in his phone over and over.

Do you want me there?

The subtext was clear.

I want to be there.

The call came early in the morning, voice laced with pain.

“Frankie, please come.”

He didn’t take a full breath until he was by her side again.

She let him stay through it all. The pain, the hours of waiting, the birth itself. They talked, more than they had in months, and some of the heartache he’d been feeling lifted. He was clean, finally. He had a baby girl. Caroline wasn’t looking at him like he was a pile of shit. Maybe things could turn back around.

Holding little Rosalie in his arms, it felt possible. Maybe not perfect, but it was what he could have.

Then Santi came to him with a proposition.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve got the new baby now. And my lady isn’t into me doing this kind of shit,” he’d said to Santi. He didn’t want to do it, too many problems and too low in his life. Caroline was an easy excuse, a redirect to politely decline. She wasn’t his girl anymore, most likely never would be, but Santi had to understand what that meant. A life that he’d promised to the mother of his littlest lady. But Santi knew what made Frankie tick. Not just the money, but the purpose and the familiarity of a past life they’d all bled through before. And with that knowledge Santi spoke the words that made Frankie agree.

And Colombia happened.

Frankie’s lips finally stop moving after what feels like an eternity. You’d listened silently to the slow and painful unraveling of his history. It’s a raw, open wound he needs you to look at because he’s been hiding it for too long.

“The relapse made me realize I wasn’t ready to be a good father to Rosalie.” His voice is hoarse from emotion and speaking for so long. You want to get him a drink of water, let him rest, but he’s trying to show you the ugliest part of himself. You have to let him shed it all first.

“It lasted about two weeks while I was still in Colombia. No one knew where I was, or what I was doing. She told me she thought I was dead, and that for a little while she was…relieved.” You tighten your fingers around Frankie’s, showing him without words that life without him would only be crueler.

“She was upset about the relapse, angry at the silence, but eventually she understood. About Tom. And we talked for a long time after that. She left the door open, but with the understanding that I had to be clean to be around Rosalie. And I worked really hard for that. I thought I’d get to the point where I’d feel okay and then I’d just…be her dad.” Frankie’s face flits away from yours, not for the first time tonight. “But the longer I stayed away, the more I came to think that it was better that I did. Caroline’s got a new boyfriend, a good guy. He’s…really great with Rosalie, from the pictures I’ve seen. She’s…really happy.”

Tears are flowing now, and you have to actively stop yourself from crashing into Frankie’s arms. He’s trying to get to a place, to a moment where he can let you in, and you need to be patient. Your hands stroke along his knuckles, trying to bring him back to you.

“It’s her second birthday. I went to her first, and I thought it might kill me, seeing her. But somehow she knew me. Not that I was her dad, but that I wasn’t just some guy. She fell asleep in my arms and I told Caroline I was happy for her. I’m still not a large part of Rosalie’s life, but she’s a part of me, and I’m going to be there for her always.”

Frankie looks back at you, wiping his face roughly. It’s finally your turn. You pause to organize the swirling thoughts in your head and choose the most important words first.

“It’s okay that you didn’t tell me,” you start, and the immediate wave of relief on Frankie’s face belies how difficult of a revelation this was, and how much fear he held going into it. “Am I surprised? Sure, this is a lot. But I’m not mad, or upset. I don’t feel lied to, or tricked or anything like that. This is a part of your life that you weren’t ready to share with me, and it’s complicated. I understand.” Frankie nods briefly, making you shuffle closer to him on the couch. He leans his larger bulk against you, pressing his forehead against your temple.

“Did you tell me because you want to go to her birthday?” you say, trying to draw out the last few worries from Frankie’s mind.

“Yeah, definitely,” he breathes out.

“Were you afraid I’d be upset about you going?” you ask. Frankie pulls back, searching your face.

“Not upset. I, um…I thought about asking you to come. With me. And I knew I had to tell you if you came. It wouldn’t be fair not to. And all that was just…a lot.”

Your brain short circuits for a moment at this confession.

“You want me to…meet your daughter?” you ask. The panic flashes across Frankie’s face again.

“Shit, I literally just dumped this on you, you don’t have to decide that now. And you don’t have to come. It’s not…I’m not going to be getting more involved. Caroline and I decided on that. Jacob’s her dad to her. I’m not getting…joint custody or anything. I just…fuck. I’m fucking this up.” Frankie starts to get up but you pull him back down to you. His eyes are wide and plaintive.

“It’s okay,” you say, even if it all feels exactly not that. But it will be. “I’m okay. It’s an adjustment, but I’m still here Frankie. I’m still with you.” It’s garbled, what you’re trying to convey, but Frankie does seem to understand it. He pulls you into his arms, draping your legs across his lap as he breathes you in. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry for waiting so long,” he murmurs into your shoulder. You stroke at his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp.

“I get it. I promise,” you say. You let him calm in your arms, your breathing in tandem. Frankie tucks you under his chin and against his chest.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. He squeezes you a little tighter.

“Thank you for understanding,” he replies, “And for not running for the hills. I really…man, I really fucked that up. Jesus Christ,” he sighs, and you giggle against him for a moment.

“You always keep it interesting, Frankie,” you joke, and a little bit of levity eases the tension.

“And…” you say, Frankie humming to continue, “Tentatively…tentatively…if you asked me to go with you, I’d be okay with that. If it’s okay with her mom, of course.” Frankie’s body goes still under you, and you have to twist up to look at him. His eyes are shining with tears, and gratitude, and so much care. He looks down at you and you’re swallowed up in him.

“I have never loved anyone as much as I love you,” he says, his voice tight. His mouth both crashes and melds into yours, deep passionate kisses that have him laying you out on your back as he seeks refuge in your lips. You return his devotion as he wraps himself around you. Your mouths slow, bodies settling deeper as exhaustion pulls you under.

You wake the next morning still tangled together on the couch, covered in creases and dried drool and tangled hair. Frankie lifts his head up from your neck and groans as his back pops repeatedly. You stroke your fingers through his messy curls as he hazily looks down at you.

“There you are,” you say, and Frankie’s face melts into adoration.

“Hey babe,” he croaks out, “Right where you left me.” You kiss the man you love so dearly, baggage and all.

“Right where you belong.”

END

The story continues in Flight Plan

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Don't Belong Here

Part 4

By: @pusantheamazonian

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Tag list: @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely @rosecat5

"Charlie we got a problem." Olivia whispers once Charlie gets home. 

"What is it?" Confused, Charlie sets her bag on the table. Olivia points at you. Quietly staring at the wall in silence.

"You okay Y/N?" Olivia asks, sitting beside you. Charlie is sitting on the other side.

"Something bad is gonna happen. I know it." Uneasy, you can't really explain it. 

"Did something happen with Ronnie?" Charlie probes.

"I don't know anymore." Sighing you slouch into the couch.

"What do you mean?" Charlie reiterates, her HR skills kicking. 

"I go to the party and end up talking to Ronnie the whole night. Exchange numbers and continue talking. He even gave me a nickname. Unfortunate circumstances and he's at work helping to identify a body. In a fit of anger and emotions, he basically jumped me after work. Days later after no contact he comes over to apologize. Gives a weak ass apology but I accept it anyways. It's an appropriate reaction to your friend suddenly dying to have untamed emotions. But our relationship is rocky cause I'm still offended from the bruise he left. Co-workers are still pissed. Today he picked me up because they needed medical expertise but couldn't go to a hospital. So I'm fixing a couple guys up; obviously the other dudes are dead. Dorghu comes in and wants to speak privately with me. He thanks me for helping out. Which is odd. He questions why I speak Orc and then gives his permission for me to be with Ronnie or anyone in the clan. Where the hell does he get the idea that Ronnie and I are even dating? We’re not even official. Ronnie then asks what Dorghu wanted so I tell him. I also told him how my wrist broke. Which made Ronnie angry. After talking with Dorghu I've started questioning my feelings about Ronnie. There's too many variables that suggest he's just playing me because he was ordered to. So I've been staring at the wall, rethinking my entire life." Not breathing you summarize everything. 

Olivia and Charlie are stunned. It's a few minutes before anyone speaks. 

"That's a lot more complicated than I thought it would be." Charlie finally comments.

"You must like him cause you two were obviously digging on each other. Right up the friend incident." Olivia states. 

"But being so involved already. They're going to force me to be part of them no matter what." Massaging your temples this weird situation keeps getting weirder. 

"Ooooh! Well, pick a cute one." Charlie abandons the situation like she has the last seat on the rescue boats from the Titanic.

"What do Mam and Pap think about Ronnie?" Olivia interjects.

"Only Pap knows about him and that's because he was there when Ronnie came to work. Besides Pap's on the fence." Another sigh and you throw a blanket over your head to hide. 

“That's not bad but it's not good either.” Unsure Olivia pats your head. 

“You haven’t told Mam about Ronnie? May Luthic help your soul.” Stunned Charlie can't believe you haven't told Mam. Mam is going to rip you a new one when she finds out. 

“I know, I'm gonna need it.”

Those weird thoughts keep popping into his head and have not left. Why did Dorghu want to privately talk to you? He could have told him what he wanted to know. Unless there's more that you're not saying. 

It clicks. Something else happened with that boy. There's something else fueling your spite. Something bad. It’s starting to make sense. Why you're so quiet. Why you can fight. The ability to speak the language. Hell he bruised the same wrist. He probably gave PTSD flashbacks. And left you alone for the rest of the day.

Shit.

You're probably not sleeping. Probably staring off into space. He has to find you. He needs to be on the same page.

Putting his truck in park he watches you come out of your apartment complex and walk across the parking lot, down into an alley. Confused, that's weird behavior coming from you. As he follows you down the alley he watches you light up a cigarette. Surprised he didn't take you as a smoker he never smelled tobacco on you. Sneaking up behind you, he's hit with what you're really smoking.

"Are you smoking weed?"

"God damnit Ronnie!" Screaming, every single time you're hiding in an alley he finds you. At least it is him that finds you and nobody else. "No it's not weed, they test for that. Hemp cigarettes." You give him a glare. 

"You didn't tell me you smoke." Teasing, he gets in your personal space. 

"Only when I'm super angry or frustrated. Angry smoke one and done." Irritated from lack of sleep and now this. You’re considering smoking the rest of this pack. 

"Why are you angry smoking?" Nodding at the cigarette. 

"Where were you today?"  Scoffing, you take another drag. 

"You get stranger by the day."

"You're welcome." You give him a mini salute. 

He takes your cigarette and starts smoking it. "I thought Doctors are against liquor, tobacco and illegal drugs."

"I'm more, do as I say, not as I do. Besides, my patients don't give me any lip." Seeing that he's not going to give that one back. You fish the pack out for another one. 

"You don't need those." He grabs the pack before you can open it.

"Excuse you!" He raises the pack above his head as you reach for it. "Ronnie! Give those back!" 

"Talk."

"What?" Stunned, you didn't expect him to counter you so quickly. 

"What exactly made you frustrated?" 

You remain silent. At your reluctance he gives a shrug. "I've got all night."

"Ugh! I don't even know what we are! Are we dating? Are we something? Are we best friends or are we nothing?" With a frustrated groan you start listing off questions that need answers.

"That's why you're frustrated?" Holding back a scoff that's a stupid reason for you to be distracted. 

"NO!" Screaming this is becoming too much. 

"Then what?"

"How about I get the feeling that I'm about to become a piece of property and not my own person anymore." Angrily you try to shove Ronnie backwards. 

"It's not going to be like that." He's shocked that you tried to purposely push him.

"Bullshit." Tears are starting to form. 

"It's not."

"Or how about I don't know if what we have going on is real or are you following fucking orders!" Yelling this you run back inside. Leaving him stunned and still holding the pack. 

After all the progress you two made after the friend incident. Today's events make you question if it was all a lie. If everything since the party was a lie. 

You think he's following orders to be with you? He's liked you from the very beginning. The moment you told him he had to speak up.

No.

He doesn't know why you would think that. He can't have any miscommunication with you. He still feels shitty about the incident at your work. Quickly following you to your apartment. You've already disappeared inside.

"Y/N! We need to talk!" Banging on the door repeatedly. He's surprised when your sister opens it.

"Uhhhh. Y/N can't come to the door right now." There's a very audible thud then Menace 2 Sobriety blasting from the stereo. "Yeah. I wouldn't risk it right now. How about I give you an update later?"

"You sure?" He can't risk it.

Charlie walks into the hall, closing the door behind her. “I don’t know exactly what's going on but I know my sister. She is an asshole. If she’s being mean, it's because she wants to see what your limit is before you walk away. Cruz and our parents fucked her up."

"Shit." Everything is just getting worse.

"But she still likes you so there’s hope. She's stuck with you this long." Shrugging Charlie leans on the wall. 

Her comment doesn't ease his mind. He hears footsteps stop behind the closed door across the hall. She must hear it too because he watches your sister turn towards the same door.

"Mind your own business Randy!" Charlie shouts.

"Does he do this a lot?" Questioning about the nosey neighbor, he points at the door.

"Yup." Charlie nods. 

Irritated, he bangs on Randy's door. The dude needs to learn.

"Yes? Do-" 

"Mind your own business or else." Growling, he glares down at the man.

"O-Okay." Stuttering, Randy can only nod. Quickly slamming his door.

"If he does it again let me know."

"Will do." Charlie heads back to her door. “She needs a ride home Thursday morning. I suggest 7am sharp out front.”

"7am. Got it." Nodding he makes a mental note.

"Oh! You do know her love language, right?" Charlie taps her head as she remembers stuff.

"Huh?"

"Lord she did end up with a Jethro Bodine. Okay you need to Google some shit. But her love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. Also physical touch cause hey we're both touch starved." Shrugging, Charlie plays off the last comment.

"Love language? Is this a real thing?"  Suspicious he’s heard of types of love before but not love languages. 

"Yes."

"Hmm, why are you helping me?" Staring down he finds Charlie’s shit eating grin annoying.

"Shouldn't everyone have a chance at love?" Smirking Charlie walks inside.

Dumbfounded, that's the most honest response ever.

~

"Y/N! Over here." Shouting. From the curb he sees you coming out the door. 

"What are you doing here?" Scowling you weren't expecting to see Ronnie so soon. Unconsciously you walk slower. 

"Charlie said you needed a ride home." He opens the passenger door waiting for you. 

"Of course she did."

Reluctantly you climb inside his truck and he shuts the door. Watching him round the front and climb into the driver seat. You don't really feel like arguing and the quicker you get home the quicker you can sleep this situation away. 

“Don’t you wear scrubs or whatever at work?” Breaking the silence he eyes the baggy clothes you're wearing. 

“We change in the locker room. To prevent cross contamination we only wear specific scrubs while on duty.” 

“Ah.” This is going to be harder than he thought. You're not going to be very talkative today.

"I thought you were giving me a ride home." Glaring, you're suspicious about what's going on. Because he just pulled into a diner parking lot.

"Breakfast first. Home later." Turning the truck off he heads inside.

Shaking your head in disbelief. He really is doing detours so he can take the long way around to your house. Unwilling, you follow him into the dinner. Seems like Charlie is trying to help him get on your good side again. Since this happens to be one of your favorite diners to go to afterwork. Sitting in silence across from him. You might as well get free breakfast out of it. 

"Your sister mentioned Cruz and your parents the other night." Waiting for food he might as well bite the bullet. 

"Cruz is the guy I told you about." Stirring your orange juice with your straw, you avoid his gaze.

"I don't see how it matters years later."

"I'm friends with his sister." Still stirring you look at him like he’s stupid. The Jethro Bodine in him is really coming out. 

"Oh."

"Yes, so you can imagine the scandal that was caused." Leaning back you move your cup out of the way. Neither one of you speaks until the waitress has walked away. 

"Your parents?"

"Dead to me." Irritated no one has really asked about your parents before. Then again you've never gotten this close romantically for anyone to ask about them. 

"You don't talk about your parents." Ronnie reiterates. 

Frowning, you know that statement is actually a question. And you know he means your birth parents. "You don't talk about your parents." You match his stare and tone. 

"My father died in jail. Mom lives with my brother in Fresno."

"They're both alive. I think. Turns out they're really racist and didn't approve of what I wanted. So they kicked me out when I was eighteen because they couldn't legally control me anymore." Shrugging its old news but it still hurts to talk about. 

"Damn." He wasn't expecting that. He was actually expecting it to be something about them not wanting you to be in a dangerous city or morbid job. Shit you're a self made woman. No wonder you act like you do when you're pissed. "Why do you have a hearing problem?" 

"While Cruz was crushing my wrist, his sister intervened. In the process I took a smack to the head and it damaged the bones that help you hear on that side. Besides, I have eardrum scarring." Pointing to your right ear. 

"Shit."

"Yeah that was a fun ER visit. They didn't buy the BS we were telling."

Oh God. You weren't just part of a violent dispute, you were collateral damage. Just thinking about it makes him upset. You've been plagued with incident after incident with Orcs yet you don't hate them. You're a better person than him.

“Any more questions?” You can see the wheels turning in his head. You've thrown him through a loop already. 

“No.” Shaking his head he’s already learned stuff that he wishes he didn't know. 

Finally back at your apartment complex, you're both sitting there awkwardly. You have seriously been thinking about the status of your relationship with Ronnie. There needs to be an official title in place. Because you don't need to be doing wifey shit for someone that you're not seriously attached to. But that's a discussion you don't really want to have but definitely need to have right now. Cause either be together or cut all ties.

"You know how to fix a sink?"  Looking at him you start making a plan on how you're going to approach this. Non-hostile as possible. Pap taught you that Orc men can be emotionally congested or weird about showing true emotions to their new partner. So best to distract while having the conversation. 

“Not really, more of fixing cars than plumbing.” Shaking his head no. Why would you ask that? 

“Come on then.” Opening the truck door you nod at him to follow. 

“What?”

“Come on and show you how.” Nodding again you get out and shut the door. Staring at him until gets out of the truck. 

Once inside your apartment it's obvious that you live here with roommates. Smells of three different people live here. Your apartment is nothing like he thought it was going to look like. Plants are scattered everywhere, an ungodly amount of pillows and blankets on the couch and various Orc religious pieces. 

“This way.” Nodding you lead him through your bedroom to the attached bathroom. 

Once inside the place smells so much of you it is overwhelming. Seems like the plants have started to take over your bedroom as well. 

"Here's the parts and the tools. I'm pretty sure it's just the spring and rubber seat that needs changing but I could be wrong." Opening up the cabinet under the sink, you pull out the supplies you need. Setting the items on the counter. "I can do this but there's one part I need help with." You turn the water off and start working on dismantling hot and cold water handles. 

"Don't you need some sleep?" 

"I have tonight and the next two days off." You see his quirked eyebrow. "What about you? Don't you have anything you need to be doing?"

"No." He really is trying to focus on your face but you're making it hard. Leaning over just so your butt on display. So badly he wants to follow the curve of it with his hands. But the mirror on the other hand is showing a perfect reflection of your tits. The baggy t-shirt is doing what it does, hang down. There's nothing else he wants to do than to roam your body and claim it.

You hear him take another deep breath and barely catch the ear twitch. “What?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Uh huh. Pull these valves straight up.” Pointing at the spots where the handles were you backup to give him some room. "That night we met, how did you feel about me? Before you knew all that stuff about my job." Staring him down you watch for any possible twitch or hitch in his breath, any sign that he might be lying.

"You're cute even with your resting bitch face. I was hoping we could hook up and keep seeing each other." It's odd that you ask him now about what he thought. The way you're staring at him makes it feel like he's being interrogated. 

"Why did you choose the name Sprinkles?" You know he picked that because you refused to be called Baby but Sprinkles is out there.

"Cause it's sweet, it comes in different colors and shapes. Gives things a whole new level of appreciation. Just like you."  

Astonished you don’t know what to say. It's making your brain short circuit that he put that much thought into a nickname when he only knew you for a few hours. The smirk he’s wearing just fuels the fire. 

"Wait here." Darting to the kitchen you quickly grab something. Fixing the sink is now on the back burner. You set the little step stool down in front of him. Stepping up you're now almost eye level. "Don't make me regret this."

"What-?"

Pulling him in by his shirt, you carefully kiss him before he can say anything else. Making sure not to bludgeon your face with his tusks.

"I really do like you. I wanted to make sure that was clear." Whispering it's a struggle to bring your eyes to his and you regret doing so. No response. Just a blank unfocused stare. Shit you read him wrong. Panicking you let go. Your hands have gone clammy and anxiety is spiking. How are you going to unfuck this? This is so embarrassing, you want to die now.

Plan B. Plan B. Abandon everything.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"That night. You turned me down. Why? I smelled you, you were interested." Growling, you’re starting to be wishy washy. Gripping you by the hips he holds you close, you're not going to try and escape. 

"Yeah I was but I didn't want to be another notch in your belt. I'm not interested in one night stands. I want a relationship." Struggling a little, his hands have you in a vice grip. 

"After everything that's happened? You're stuck with me." He starts chuckling. "As my girlfriend with no influence from Dorghu about it."

"Really?” 

"Yes." Chuckling he pulls you closer if that is even physically possible to whisper in your ear. "I also had quite the conversation with Charlie the other day. Well, she was yelling at me for not knowing things."

"Not knowing what?" Turning your head slightly, you're still able to feel his breath on your skin.

"Your love language." A massively warm hand slides slowly up your back. Making you weak, shaking you to the core.

"D-Did you figure yours out as well?" Stuttering you don't know if you're going to kill Charlie or not. 

"Words of affirmation and quality time. But physical touch isn't bad either." Giving a smug grin, he leans in for another kiss. Making sure to savor this one. 

"Are you assholes done yet? Some of us are trying to sleep." Charlie yells banging on your bedroom door. Jolting you in surprise. 

"It's my apartment." Rolling your eyes, speak of the devil. 

"Well I don't want to hear sex sounds!"

“She’s always interrupting us.” Hiding a laugh it's true. Any time he has tried to get anywhere near intimate with you, Charlie is there to interrupt. 

"Calling the kettle black."  Laughing, you ignore her and pull Ronnie back in. The sink can wait until tomorrow.

[quandaryqueen]

what kind of pet would riddler have? (Batman unburied, Arkham, and Gotham.) what would they name it? Would it be and inside or outside pet? Would they have activly sought out the pet, or did it come home with them from the streets? Etc etc

Riddler's Pet headcanons

Ooooh, that's an interesting question! I love this omg 💝

💚 Gotham

... Does Oswald count as a pet that he picked up in the woods and nursed back to health? No? Okay.

So I'm thinking that one day, during work, he was called in a scene wherein a mugging took place. An elderly man was killed while he was walking his dog, and Edward caught a glimpse of the dog getting taken to custody because it showed signs of attacking the mugger, perhaps they can gather clues from the dog. The aforementioned dog, a five month old Aspin, golden in brown in colour.

Once they gathered the DNA to pursue the mugger, Edward asked what will happen to the dog and since the little one's remaining family is killed, it will be given to the dog shelter... Edward then decided to take the dog impulsively, to fulfill unfulfilled childhood dreams. He's always wanted a dog since he was a kid, but his father didn't allow them because of loud they are. So he filed the needed documents to adopt the dog, researched about caring for a dog, and now he's set.

The dog had a name, Adobo. Upon researching the previous owner, he happened to be Filipino and the origin of the name comes from a dish, called Adobo... Something Edward found a little grim.

Anyways, Edward's inner child was delighted and he couldn't be more happier about his split-second decision to have a dog. Catch this motherfucker talking to Adobo at 3 AM about riddles, stroking its head in content.

💚 Arkhamverse

In his Origin days, his apartment had a balcony. His apartment really didn't allow pets, but he couldn't care less because he really doesn't have any of those roaming little things. But then one day, he happens to be just hanging out in his balcony, when a crow landed and decided, "Fuck yeah, I'm now your responsibility."

Edward being bored, entertained the thing by giving it some grain of rice. Then after that he didn't think any of it when it flew away after eating the rice... But then it returned the next day so he gave it rice again out of boredom... But then weeks later, he realised he now owns a bird. Sometimes the crow flies ahead and follows him to work, Edward once attempted to make them perch on his finger but failed... But don't worry, there's still time to train the bird. Instead of giving it rice, he actually began to purchase proper bird seeds.

He affectionately calls the bird Rotten bird, because that's so creative. So you know how crows can also imitate human speech? Yeah, Rotten bird can say its name back to Edward and boy, he was wide eyed the first time it spoke. Not only that, the bird makes a weird kinda like 'meow' sound, so Edward hypothesised that it must've had a nest next to cats.

One day, Rotten nested in his drawer and laid a fat ass egg when he was working and he is panicked. But yeah, eat your heart out, Scarecrow.

💚 Batman Unburied

A black, domestic short-haired cat that he calls "Meow meow", because he initially used it as a way to communicate with it, but instead imprinted it as its name.

As many cat owners out there can relate to, instances of cat getting in your living space and acts as though its theirs and announces themselves as your new family member, that is how Edward Nashton came to be a cat owner as well. He is the chosen one.

He's grown to be fond of it, at first he really tried to shoo it out but then a storm raged and he had no choice but to shelter the cat and promised himself that he'll shoo it out tomorrow.... Then he didn't.

His in and out in Arkham is something bad, he's aware so he's initially reluctant to keep the cat even if he thinks it's cute. So he tried to shoo them away... Only for it to return in his living space. But then he's soon to learn that the thing is self-sufficient, snagging birds from the air under the tree branches as sustenance... At the very first instance that happened, his jaw dropped watching Meow Meow eat the bird, before it plopped on his lap purring as if it wasn't being its primal predatory self.

He doesn't have an experience with pets, but he did his research. Got the kitty vaccinated, and if he's out of Arkham, tries to bathe and trim Meow Meow's claws, etc etc. So whenever he is incarcerated, he assigns Meow Meow to his close friends to watch over.

[drakenology]

Game Over 👾 - Kenma Kozume

gamer!kenma x gamer!reader

summary: kenma works at gamestop and this cutie came in to buy a new game. wonder if she’s single..

author’s note: kenma simps come get yall juice 🥵! we love a gamer boy. hope yall like dis. 🥴

warnings: smut (obviously), softdom!kenma, hair pulling, fluffy stuff, shitty rom-coms and kuroo being a hype man.

Slow days at GameStop were the worst. No one comes in anymore; who the hell still buys disks when you can buy all your games digitally now anyways? Still, it was easy money and something to do over the summer other than sit around and binge play League of Legends all day.

Kenma sighed as he pretended to look busy in front of the manager by fixing the poster wall for the eighth time all shift, mundanity floating through the store as three customers left after just leisurely looking around.

As Kenma’s restocking the playstation game wall he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me do you work here?” A feminine voice asked.

“No. I just wear this fucking uniform shirt because I like it.” Kenma thought to himself before turning his head to face what was possibly the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

Kenma’s not really used to seeing too many girls in the store when he worked so he was a little shocked. But god she was pretty. She was wearing red; one of his favorite colors with these jeans that hugged her legs and thighs so nice he almost choked on his tongue before speaking.

“Uh.. yeah. How can I help you?” He finally responded.

“Hi! Um, I just wanted to know where I can find Fallout 4 for xbox? I’ve been looking everywhere for it and I can’t find it.” She sung. Her voice was like a symphony of everything good in the world. Kenma started to wonder what she’d sound like underneath him while he-

“Yeah. I’ll show you, I had to move them for a while so I could make room for newer games.” Kenma said, leading her towards the wall with all the xbox games were. He reached up high and grabbed the game off rhe top shelf and handed it to her with a meek smile.

“Thanks! I see you’re the only one working so I’ll look around and let you know when I’m ready to checkout.” She said smiling back. Kenma nodded and continued his work slowly so he could stare at her through the shelfs and hangers around the store.

The way she picked up things as she looked at them was adorable; her nose scrunching up as she giggled at the pikachu plushies. Kenma blushed as he watched her look around the store as if it were her first time visiting. She gamed, so it’s not like she’s never been in a gamestop before. But the way she looked at things she liked with fresh eyes was something to ponder on. He had to know her; at least her name.

Anyone who knew Kenma would know he’s not the type to go oogling at some girl and ask for her number, he’s hopelessly shy. But he couldn’t risk not seeing this girl again. As he walked to the counter, he gulped up his reluctance and took a deep breath.

“Hey. Ready when you are.” He said, getting the girl’s attention. She smiled and walked over with her game and a pikachu plushie; of course. She’s so fucking cute.

“Heh. Pikachu?” He teased, hoping he didn’t offend her. She simply laughed and put it on the counter for him to ring up.

“What can I say? I’m 12.” She said, sticking out her tongue with a smirk. Fuck. Kenma gulped again, pathetically blushing right in front of her and hoping she didn’t notice the tint of his cheeks turn bright red. He grabbed her stuff and rang it up, bagging it all nice for her before handing the bag to her.

“Want a receipt?” Kenma asked. She nodded, standing at the counter as she watched him print it out. Shit. The exchange was almost over and he hasn’t even asked her name yet. He had to before it was too late.

“Hey uh.. c-can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Kenma said, looking down at the screen and not into her gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, sir?” She asked. Fuck. Sir? Really? What’s she trying to do?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N, why?”

“I-I wanted to know if I could have your number? And like maybe take you out- o-only if you want to I’m not-“

She laughed, and wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt and handed it back to him.

“Call me. I’d love to go out with you. You seem cool.” Y/N said. She squinted her eyes a little to read Kenma’s name tag.

“Ken..ma? Right? I’ll see you around, Kenma.”

And so began his helpless fall for her.

“Yo! Kenma, how’s it going with Y/N? Been a couple months now, right?” Kuroo asked over the discord server. Kenma blushed and looked down at his phone to see that you texted him.

“We’re good. She’s actually coming over in a bit so this will be my last game.” He said, smiling a little at your sweet message.

“Hey, Kenny! I’m on my way over. I’m raiding your kitchen btw I’m hungry 🤤 .”

“Ooooh, Kenma’s ‘bout to get some pussssayyy!” Kuroo teased. Kenma cringed and covered his flustered face as if anyone could see him.

“Shut up. Sh-she and I are taking it slow. I dunno if we’ll even go there today. None of your business anyways, perv!” Kenma explained, nervous about you coming over for the first time like ever.

You two had been on a few dates now, he had even met your roommate and your other friends. You two got so close after that day you had met at the GameStop and he was so grateful he came to work that day instead of calling out to binge play videogames. Kuroo erupted in furious laughter and continued his games with Kenma, enthused about him about finally getting some.

“Gotta hand it to you man, you managed to get yourself a hottie. And a gamer at that. I’m jealous.” Kuroo added, Kenma rolling his eyes.

He knew it too though. Kenma wasn’t necessarily a ladies man so it was a mystery what drew you to him. Still, he’s grateful he could spend his time with you even if you guys weren’t set in stone just yet.

Just as the game wrapped up, he received a call from his new favorite person.

“Hey, Kenma. I’m outside! Lemme in!” You giggle into the phone before the front door flung open, Kenma scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, you. Missed you.” He said into your hair. You smile and hug him back, following his lead inside. His little apartment was so cozy, gamer memorabilia all over the place as it screamed “Kenma”. It was so him. You smile and walk into his bedroom, thinking nothing of it as you gawk at his gaming setup.

“Woah. Didn’t know working at gamestop could get you a $1,000 set up!” You exclaim. Kenma laughed.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you. I game professionally. GameStop is just another way for me to be close to videogames. Discounts are nice too.” He explained.

“So you’re a streamer?”

“Yup. You should watch me sometime. I-If you want.” Kenma said flustered. You smile and hook your arms around his neck and give him a peck on the nose.

You two spent most of the day talking about games and the lastest on manga you were both reading. Everytime you talked to him, he gave you something new to read and you’d talk about it next time you talked about it together.

Soon, you two were cuddling and watching shitty rom-coms; making fun of them became your favorite past time. You chuckle as the female protagonist says something completely cheesy about loving her love interest forever and gag at the kissing scene, Kenma covering his face in second hand embarrassment.

Then he took one look at you, snuggled up against him with your ass poking out against his groin. You were the little spoon, his arms around your waist as you look up at him from time to time to make a comment on the movie. Kenma was in love. But he had no idea how to tell you without scaring you off. What if it’s too soon? What if she doesn’t feel the same?

A cheesy sex scene displayed on the T.V causing you to get a little hot. Sure it was pretty lame but the thought of having sex right now; especially cuddled up with a cute boy, wasn’t too bad of an idea. Kenma’s sweating a little too, his dick growing hard as he realized the girl he really liked was laying in bed with him while watching borderline porn together; his face red as tomatos.

“Shit, I hope she doesn’t feel my dick poking against her. Fuck, she’s just so pretty.. I just wanna-“

“K-Kenma..?” You breath out, wet and face full of embarrassment.

“Yeah?” He said.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know how to say this but.. I’m h-horny.” You whisper as if someone else was in the room other than you two.

“A-Are you really?” Kenma asked, his dick growing more at the thought of how wet you were under your sweatpants, how hard and perky your nipples were under your bra. Fuck, he had to have you.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why but this scene is.. kinda turning me on.” You said, turning to face him to see his face bright red and eyes full of lust. You gulp, just as hungry as he is.

“Me too.” He said, staring down at your plump lips.

“Yeah?” You ask with seduction coating your tongue unintentionally, licking your lips as you bit down lightly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah.”

Kenma inched closer to your face, you following his lead as your lips finally met; your first kiss. The kiss was heavy, hands exploring and groping each other as you both moan into the kiss.

Clothes are shed and thrown to the side of the bed, Kenma drinking in the sight of your half naked body and savoring it. He pulled you back into the kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as you received him eagerly. You were making out so heavily, foreplay almost wasn’t even needed with how wet you got from his touch and kiss. You became so needy for him, the spot between your legs aching as your heart skipped eight beats.

“Kenma I-“ you said breaking the kiss, interrupted by a feral Kenma.

“No. I-I wanna take my time with you. Don’t rush.” You nod, Kenma grabbing your chin to pull you up to kiss him again.

You gasp, his hands a little cold as he touched your breasts. He groped and squeezed them, playing with your nipples as your squirm to gain friction in your panties.

You’re whining against Kenma’s mouth, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most. As Kenma pulled away, he took a brief moment to look down at your body as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re so pretty.” He gushed, causing you to giggle and reach up to move his hair from his face.

“You too. U-Uh I mean, you’re handsome.” You said weakly, aching for something more than just kissing. He smirked at you, like a switch went off in his mind. He wasn’t the sweet and shy Kenma he was a second ago, feral lust changing his demeanor as he took a nipple into his mouth. You moan, your breath shaky as he ghosts his fingers over your panties; him feeling a wet spot on them as he hummed.

“You’re so wet, angel.” He moaned, you surprised at your new nickname. Kenma’s fingers are pulling your panties aside expertly and coating them in your slick in seconds, your moans filling his ears as he prodded them at your entrance. Your breathing becomes uneven as he slids them inside, suckling on your nipple as he looked you in the eyes.

You’re a moaning mess for him, the sounds of the movie playing were drowned out by your pathetic little moans as Kenma fingered you with his slim fingers.

“Hah.. Uuugh, K-Kenmaaa.” You gasp, an orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach. Kenma chuckled, pulling away from your breast to coax you; talking you through the orgasm about to wash over your body as his fingers hooked to find that spot you like.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks, you unable to answer as you hold his arm for dear life. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes! God, Ah! I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” He cooed, rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your legs nearly jolt closed, the pleasure becoming too much as you boil over.

“Yeahhhh baby. Good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing your clit slowly to help ride out your peak, leaving soft kisses on your forehead to soothe you.

You let out a deep sigh, warn out from fingering alone. No one has ever made you feel this good using just his hands. Imagine what he can do to you with his dick.

“Bend over, baby.” Kenma said, motioning for you to turn over on the bed by tapping your outer thigh. You blink dumbly at him, your high still lingering as you flip yourself over on the bed and lay flat.

“Ass up.” He demanded, striking your ass with just enough power to snap you out of your finger-dumb trance. You yelp and arch your back, bringing your ass closer to him as he grabbed your hips.

Kenma stayed still for a while and marveled at your ass bent over for him, rubbing your ass with his big hands and smacking it every so often. He bit his lip, mumbling fuck under his breath as he teased his dick against your already worn out pussy.

You turn to look back at him, lust in your eyes and a face Kenma would never forget.

“F-fuck me. Please Ken, I n-need you.” You beg, tearing up at the feeling of Kenma’s smooth dick brushing up against your sensitive clit.

“Say no more, baby. Gonna fuck you so good.” He hissed, nearly shoving himself inside. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously forcing a guttural moan from your chest.

Kenma started his pace hard yet slow, making sure you felt every inch; every vein of his dick, giving it his all as he ripped your noises from your mouth.

You’re panting, unable to keep up with him as you grip onto the sheets. You shoved your face into his pillows, screams uncontrollably leaving your lips as Kenma started brutally pounding into your poor pussy.

“Uhhnnn! I-I love you Kenma!” You shout, biting down on the pillow as you feel your chest get hot in embarrassment. God, why did you have to say love? Surely he doesn’t feel the same just yet.

“Fuck, I love you too, Y/N. Hah, I wanted to say that to you for so long.” Kenma admits, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you up to him as he hummed sweet praised into your ear as he fucked you stupid. You sob, relieved he felt the same way.

The ultimate exchange of love between two people emerged as he threw you back onto the bed and raised on leg up onto the bed to gain a better angle on that sweet spot of yours causing you to shriek and clench around him as you come close to cumming. Suddenly, the searing hot pleasure stops as Kenma pulled out of you. You whine, your entire body shuddering from the extreme loss.

“Get up. I want you over my desk.” Kenma said, pulling you off the bed by your arm. He was being so rough with you right now you almost thought you were fucking a completely different person; Kenma the shy and awkward gamer boy transformed into the sexiest Dom you’d ever been with.

Your legs wobble as you stood bent over his desk and gaming set up, your naked chest pressed against the cold wood as you wait for him to fuck you again. Kenma prodding himself at your entrance and leaned down close to your ear, sliding himself inside you once more with a grunt.

“You feel so good, you know that? Ugh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He huffed, you answering with a whine. He’s plowing you into his desk before you can respond properly, your hands glued onto the sides of it for dear life. Sooner than late, your orgasm is knocking at your door. Tears bubble in your eyes as you cry out for Kenma.

“C-C-Can I cum now? P-please godd let me cum Ken, ahhah!” You babble, almost unable to hold yourself back for much longer as he pummeled you nice and hard.

“G’head, baby. Cum nice and hard for me.” Kenma granted, giving your ass a hard smack to make you clench around his dick harder as you came. It was amazing. It was like a volcano erupted inside you, loud moans and sobs filling the room as your chest heaved in and out.

Kenma ruts into you one last time and pulls out swiftly, stroking his dick to release himself onto your ass as you sigh from the loss. You both stand still for a while, Kenma staring down at your coating ass cheeks and you at your fucked out reflection of his monitor. You feel him step away, too drunk off your orgasm to even care what he’s doing as he cleans you up and leads you back to bed.

“I dunno where I threw your shirt so I’m just gonna grab one of mine, okay?” Kenma says, rubbing small circles into your back. You nod, eyes closed as you hum into the pillow in comfort.

You tried not to doze off as Kenma dressed you in some clothes of his that you were totally going to steal, his scent coating the fabric of his t-shirt. After a little while, Kenma’s in bed with you lacing his body with yours as he stroked your back to soothe you to sleep.

“Can I sleep over?” You ask cutely. Kenma smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Duh.” He said. You giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his scent as you start to doze off.

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean that? What you said when we were... you know.” You ask, unsure. Kenma grabbed your chin and turned you to face him.

“Of course. I-I uh..” He paused. “I knew loved you the day I met you, Y/N.”

You tear up, pulling him up to kiss you.

“Same.” You say, holding him impossibly closer.

“So does this mean we’re-“ Kenma’s interrupted by the sound of you falling fast asleep, small snores driving Kenma into cuteness overload. He sighs, kissing your forehead as you slept on his chest.

Moments like these are truly ones to cherish.

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