#so there is no reason to feel guilty! and yet! he paid money for a book for me and i already have it!

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

does anyone else get disproportionately stressed out by being given a book they already own. it's like... objectively not a big deal! i can give it away! but also somebody thought of me, and spent money on me, and i cannot benefit from the thing they have given me (even though they objectively got something right because it interests me enough to have bought it already) so i feel both ungrateful and also a little sad that i do not get a new book (and then feel guilty for being sad because i was not, like, entitled to a new book) and oh no those are bad emotions and a gift should be good emotions, help

[pepprs]

mutuals i got myself into a situation so sticky i don’t even know how to describe it (edit: *describes it* lol). please send thoughts of successful escape my way lol

[retiredteabag]

soft Toji dog-sitting for a generous!reader

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - next

synopsis: Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

read along as Toji grows more comfortable around you despite his past.

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It could be argued that where one places one's identity is what keeps then grounded in themselves. And when one's identity is threatened, then, and only then, can you see what a person is at their barest, most vulnerable form.

Toji doesn't like feeling vulnerable. In fact, there might not be anything he detests more.

After the incident with his hands, Toji would go on to swear his interest in you was transactional. I mean, how could he NOT want to know more about his employer? He found himself thinking of you even when he wasn’t at the house, what were you doing? What kept your time so rapt? What did you think of him?

Toji would lay on his back, the couch in his apartment had been a popular spot since Tuesday. He hadn't seen you or your dog since the night you let him go. Pet him with a feather-light touch and sent him away.

You had taken off less work when you had become ill...

Despite his lack of work and true to your word, you had paid Toji double for that night. He would never complain about more money but he couldn't get the thought of you out of his mind.

He found himself waking from dreams of a soft voice and a gentle hand, he tried to recall every moment of the previous night in excruciating detail. Everything about it,

Your face when you reprimanded the veterinary staff, your voice when you told him everything would be okay, the way you had gently stroked at his hand when you wiped the blood from his palms. The way you had whispered...

"I'm sorry, was it too much?"

Toji drags his hands across his face.

"Yeah."

He stared at the hands you had put so much care into, so grimy, guilty of such sin.

He kept your towel, by the way, It lay on his bedside table.

With every passing day Toji craved to return to your presence once again. He wanted to peel back your layers and see what you looked like at your core. You had been so shy with him, yet, so ready to stand for what you wanted.

This difference was stark. When the pair of you had met, you had been barely awake, and badly ill. Clad in baggy pajamas. He had thought of you as ill-prepared, silly and frumpy. When you reconnected the other day, your blouse had clung to you, he recalls watching your back tense as you spoke with the hospital staff.

He wanted to see more.

Toji felt a strange need to wait before responding to your eventual text, but he couldn't find a good reason to.

"Mr. Fushiguro, are you healing well? The dog and I have been staying home and taking it easy, I hope the same is true of you. I wanted to reiterate how sorry I am that you had to go through all this, and thank you for protecting my boy. When you get the chance, please allow for me to pay for the cleaning bill on your car, additionally, I would love to treat you in some way, please let me know your favorite place to eat."

Toji began typing only to delete his words and try to rephrase.

"It wasn't a serious injury to begin with. Don't apologize again. Are you taking me out?"

He hit the backspace... "to eat?"

Toji knew thats not what you had meant. But he couldn't help but wish to see you again. Speak to you. Watch you. Learn you. He watched as an ellipsis appeared at the bottom of the screen and vanished. He reread his message, had he been too forward?

Eventually you responded.

"It was serious, you were hurt, and I AM sorry that it happened to you while you were taking care of my dog. I cannot express how grateful I am. You are a hero."

Toji choked out a laugh at the word you used. He pushed himself up onto his elbow, smooshing a couch cushion in the process. He did not respond, awaiting your answer to the question he cared about.

You replied to his text, "Is that what you would prefer?"

and then, "I wouldn't want to take up your time."

"I never do things I don't want to do." His response was quick, he didn't have to think.

Again, you typed for some time before, "Oh, well if that's what you'd like."

A date was set.

Toji had insisted that you pick a place to eat.

The few days before your meeting you felt sort of panicked. Anxiety was a norm for you. You had always had quite the... sense of urgency, one would say. Your desk was pristine, your calendar forever in order, your work was always completed early, and well.

That was why your first meeting with Mr. Fushiguro had shook you so badly. You hated for people to see you as anything short of perfect, you hated to be venerable.

This anxiety was always the double-edged sword it sounded like, success clung to you in the way you needed it to. However, it had become an integral part of your identity, and now, you could not go without. The dread, the disappointment, the hurt that surrounded you when you did not succeed was like nothing your peers could understand.

You needed to prepare for this lunch. It consumed your thoughts as you turned in your final report for the day and went to sit with the dog. Questions had arisen within your mind when Mr. Fushiguro had sent his text.

"Are you taking me out to eat?"

"I never do things I don't want to do" he had said.

Thoughts of "why does he want to meet in person" prevailed. He was good at his job. Your dog had never been so easy-going. He could be left alone for longer, he had more energy to play, he drank more, and he had started fearing the delivery man less.

He deserved every cent you gave him, but maybe he was looking for a little more. That could be worked out, you supposed. Actually, you realized, maybe he's looking for a referral? That would make sense, maybe he wants to get in contact with more people like you, lonely... workaholics with dogs that deserve better.

Your eyes met your pooches', and his innocent, loving gaze lit a fire of cuteness aggression within your soul. Grabbing his fluffy neck you shook him a little while smooching the top of his head.

You would be more than happy to make a list of people in the market for a dog sitter that are willing to pay a competitive rate so long as you write him a nice recommendation. The man had saved your boy, it was truly the least you could do.

Before meeting, you prepared a list with names and numbers. You figured he would be pleased with your efforts, your impressive skill in finding him more clients.

A few days later you awkwardly played with your hands as you sat at the table of a nice brunch restaurant. You had sent the address as soon as he asked you to pick. You wanted to give him plenty of time to look online at the menu, prepare when to leave his place, and decide what he would like. (If only you knew how different this man was from you...)

Even with all your planning, you showed up early, you thought of what you would say when he arrived, how you would stand and shake his hand, thank him again, and try to put him at ease.

Unfortunately, nothing goes to plan when it comes to you and Mr. Fushiguro, and none of that happened.

In your time working with officials, presenting before boards of directors, and handling the communication between groups, you had learned how to read body language well, and even without yelling and obvious disruption, you could scan a room and tell when something was amiss.

The table you had selected was against the window, you faced away from the entryway, even so, just by looking at the guests around you, you could tell that something was transpiring at the front door of the restaurant. You turn,

"I'm sorry sir, our seating is for reservation only." The host was saying. Was saying in a antagonizing tone, was saying to a large man in slacks, a t-shirt, and zip up. Was saying to Mr. Fushiguro.

You stood quickly, the last thing you wanted was to upset the man, you began to speed walk in their direction.

"Yeah, I'believe I've got one of those." He looked up at the host, as if just seeing him for the first time.

The host nodded slowly, and breathed a sigh, the look he gave Mr. Fushiguro was nothing short of offensive, a slow up-and-down of his appearance before raising a brow, "This space has an implied dress code sir-" the host began

"Mr. Fushiguro!" You called before reaching the counter, "I'm so glad you could make it, it's an honor to see you again!" You rush out, quickly turning to the host before you could even make eye contact with your guest, "Excuse me, I believe we're done here."

"I- yes of course, ma'am." He did not offer to take you to your seats but you were glad to keep your eyes on the table as the burly man trailed behind you.

"I'm so sorry, I should have waited for you outside, that was my fault- they shouldn't have-"

"It's fine." He pulls his chair out and sits.

"If you'd rather eat somewhere else I would be happy to-" you begin.

"Nah. I don't care, lets order big."

You smile at his choice of words. Straight to the point.

It was odd, to not feel the need to maintain a constant stream of conversation. You knew what you would order, of course, but you played pretend as he looked.

"You always eat from places like this?"

Your eyes shot up, he was looking at you over the menu, "Huh? Oh, no... I usually just pack whatever, you know?" You smile and shrug at him.

"Hmm" His lips puckered out in a cute way, his eyes go to look to the side, "You prob'ly should... stuffs gotta be nice... no prices on here though." Shaking the menu, he looks to you.

You shift back to the tall piece of plastic in your grasp, "Ah.. no, just, just get whatever, it's on me, of course" You suck a breath through your teeth, "I must thank you, you know."

You try for laid back, easing the conversation into your gratitude.

"Yeah. I know. Y'don't gotta keep sayin' it. It was seriously nothin'. Just doin' my job." He waves a hand back-and-forth, emphasizing just how "nothin'" his efforts were.

"Mr. Fushiguro... please don't-" You wanted to smack your forehead against the table, but that wasn't appropriate, so you settled with avoiding his gaze.

"Toji, please." He held up a palm, stopping you.

"What? Oh... well, yes, please don't call it nothing, you saved my dogs life, and put yourself in danger too."

He rolls his eyes, and you want to gasp at his... nonchalance.

"Yeah, whatever." He might have gone on to say more, but a waitress had arrived and he pointed at you to order first.

You didn't want him to have to request anything from you, so when the wait staff had left you began your proposal.

"So, Mr. Fushiguro, I was thinking-"

"Toji." He seemed to look though you at that moment.

You look down, why must he be this way? "Toji... I was thinking," You meet his gaze again, a smile, "You're great at your job, I've never known my boy to be so relaxed, I figured you might be interested in the contact information of some of my co-workers. I would be more than happy to refer you if you were-"

As you continued speaking his eyebrows narrowed more an more until eventually, "Huh? I ain't lookin' to work for anyone else."

What? Well that made no sense... "Ah... you're not? I suppose I assumed you were. Was there something else you wanted to discuss?"

"No?" He made a face as if thinking of what you could possibly mean.

"No? If there is something I could do to accommodate you in any way, I would love to do it." Why would he ask to meet you in person if not to request something?

"What'dya mean? I'm plenty accommodated now." He leans back in his seat, a wide breadth between his arms. "You think I wanted ya here to ask for somethin?" He squints at you.

"No, no! I just figured....." You staggered, "well, why else?" You smile at him, he looks incredulous.

"If I was gonna ask you for somethin' I woulda asked." He tilts his head upwards in an intimidating way.

The food that afternoon had been good. Toji didn't get to learn much about you at all though. Your words racked his mind.

"Why else?" He would scoff that night at the thought. Why else? Well... why else? He didn't know either. He just wanted to see you again.

Toji never asked for anything, it was others that asked stuff of him, so your wide eyes, and indulgent smile stuck to his mind like scotch tape he couldn't remove.

Toji didn't realize- but he was hurting, because deep down, his identity was being threatened. For years he had been viewed as a sex symbol, a womanizer, a pleaser. Could it really be that you didn't want that from him?

Could it be true that you thought he wanted to meet...to ask for your co-workers contact info? Don't make him laugh. You couldn't have been more wrong. It hadn't even crossed his mind.

Why hadn't it?

He wanted to know you but dammit he hadn't learned anything. You were breaking him down and he didn't know what to feel.

He was laying on his couch, eyes pulled to the rickety ceiling fan. Your frantic attempt to preserve his feelings this morning brought a chuckle from him.

Damn you. What were you doing to him?

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pt. 5?

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji Fushiguro is hired to kill a woman- An absurd amount of money for her head. But she's simply too beautiful for him to not have some fun first.

He forgets about his job until the tables are turned on him.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. and m. receiving), Spitting, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Attempted Murder, Toji is a hit man, Mentions of murder and a gun and knife

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Toji doesn’t question any of his jobs as long as the money he’s paid is good. That’s why he didn’t question why someone was willing to pay ten million yen for the head of a twenty-something year old woman. He doesn’t ask much details when he’s about to do a job, just the name and a picture of the person.

When Toji got your picture, he almost felt guilty for even looking at you without your permission. He had never seen someone so drop-dead gorgeous, and he felt tempted to decline the job, thinking that such pure blood couldn’t be on his hands. But he knew your looks have nothing to do with this. With the little information he got, he knew you were a sorcerer. He never got if you were part of a clan or not, or any actual reason for your death, but they wanted you gone.

Toji thinks with his dick a lot, but this wasn’t one of those instances. He felt bad, sure, but he wasn’t going to turn down that much money for a woman he had never met. So he made a plan, and now he sits at a bar, drinking water as he waits for you to step into the place. With some help he figured out what your weekly routine is. And on Fridays you decide to go out for a drink. So he patiently waits for you to enter the place. 

Time feels so slow as he glances at the door, waiting for you to step into the place. It’s still quite early, but he’s been at the same spot for half an hour, not attempting to make conversation with anyone else. A couple of women have come up to him, trying to initiate something, but Toji shrugged them off. He’s only looking for one person, and none of those women are nearly as stunning as you are.

“Waiting for someone?” The bartender asks, and Toji hums in response. He doesn’t share any details though. There’s no need. Toji keeps looking at the door, and his eyes light up when the door opens and you walk through. He’s a minute closer to getting the money he was promised.

His eyes follow your body as you immediately approach a table, walking over to your friends. You wear a little black dress that hugs your body extremely well, it almost makes the man forget why he’s there. You simply look stunning, even better than the picture he was shown, which he didn’t think was possible. But he remembers why he’s here.

He didn’t expect you to meet up with your friends, so he has to slightly change his plans. He tears his eyes off you when you look back, he hadn’t noticed your friends had been looking at him and had begun to point at him. Great, now he just looks like a creep, however, he doesn’t worry too much about it. There’s no need for formalities, really. He could just get you alone, kill you, and bring your body to the person that hired him. That’s what he does every single time but tonight he doesn’t want to do it like that. 

Someone so beautiful deserves a little bit more. It’s a horrible mindset, but Toji is a horrible person.

“Hey.” He hears, and he turns his head to look at you. You’re smiling at him, and he wonders what you’re going to say. You know he was staring at you, yet you don’t look like you’re about to call him out for it. Quite the opposite. “Is this seat taken?”

“No, go ahead.” His voice is stern as he speaks. You notice how he holds a glass of water, or perhaps it’s straight vodka. You’ll never know because you’ll never question it. He watches as you tell the bartender your drink of choice to start off the night. You look at the handsome man that’s next to you before confidently saying,

“My friends told me you were checking me out.” You tell him. Each year you get older and realize there’s no point in holding back. You don’t lose anything by telling him that you find him attractive. Worst he can do is reject you, “And I have to say, you’re very handsome.”

“Hmm… I am?” He raises a brow while he turns to look at you. He licks his lips, once again looking over you. He brings his glass up to his lips and takes a sip, which is when you figure out that it’s water since he had no reaction to the liquid. “What’s your name, darling?”

You tell him your first name, which further confirms he’s got the right woman. You bat your eyelashes at him, hoping he introduces himself without you having to ask. As your glass is placed in front of you, he says, “That’s a very beautiful name.” 

“What’s your name?” You end up asking when he doesn’t introduce himself. You bring your drink up to your lips and begin to sip while you wait for the man to say something. He takes a long time to speak a word. He’s debating if he should use his real name. It wouldn’t be smart for him to do so, but in the end it won’t matter. 

At the end of the night, you’ll be dead.

“Toji.” He answers. You smile at him as you think of what to say next. You really aren’t interested in a conversation, in fact, you only want one thing from him. Of course, you won’t immediately just ask him to leave the place to have sex, you’ll talk to him a bit more.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, Toji.” You say, and the way that his name rolls off your tongue has him hooked. He feels his face get warm, and he can only imagine his cheeks getting a pinkish color, so he turns his face away from you. The lighting of the place isn’t great, yet he’s scared that it’ll be noticeable in the low light. 

“You come here a lot?” He asks, and you end up humming in response. 

“Every Friday night. Just to unwind with friends after a long week.” You share. He didn’t know that detail. He doesn’t usually ask for details, mainly because that makes his victims too human. Toji will do anything for money and he doesn’t feel guilty. But having you tell him something as simple as that won’t make him feel his best about his job. “How about you? Why did you decide to come here?”

“I’m new to the area, and saw this place.” He shares. 

You two begin to converse and find out about each other. You tell him miniscule things about yourself, while he does the same. Majority of the things that he tells you don’t seem genuine though. It’s believable enough, but it just doesn’t seem honest. Yet you don’t care. 

You get lost in insignificant conversation so much so that you don’t feel two hours pass by. You’ve had a little too much to drink by then, and have gotten a bit too touchy with Toji. Your hands are on his arms, and you lightly slap it when he tells a joke that isn’t all that funny. He finds himself laughing as well.

“How about we…” You begin to whisper in his ear. Toji’s hands are on your waist, helping you maintain your balance as you stand. Instead of finishing your sentence, you begin to kiss Toji’s face. He’s forgetting about his task. Your lips finally press against his, and he allows himself to get lost in the soft skin. A complete stranger is kissing him, and his palms are getting unreasonably sweaty. Toji has had one night stands before– Too many to count, but he’s never felt like this while kissing them. Maybe it’s because he knows that after this, it’ll all be over.

He shouldn’t even be thinking about sleeping with you, but when you say, “Let’s go back to my apartment” when you pull away from his lips, his mind is hazy and he hums in response. Maybe it’s your cursed technique or something similar that has such an effect on him. But he has to remember what he was hired to do. He won’t let some momentarily feeling get in the way of his prize. 

After closing your tab, the two of you begin to walk to your apartment. Your place is not too far away, it’s a five minute walk from the bar. Which he already knew. You happily talk to him, and from your speech he can tell that you’re sobering up, but you’re not planning to stay sober for too long. 

You get to your place, and he walks in, unsure of where to go next. You walk past him and go to the kitchen to grab two glasses of wine and open a bottle. You don’t care to ask if he actually drinks. You’ll just pour two glasses, talk a bit more, and then have sex. At least that’s what you think will happen.

“Please, take a seat.” You tell him, and he awkwardly looks around before going to the couch and taking a seat. His eyes inspect the place, noticing how it’s a bit disorganized. Next to him is a pretty white dress that most likely was going to be your choice for the night. He notices how sheer it is and how small it looks, which makes him glad you chose the black dress. Had you worn that dress, he would’ve died on the spot. You walk up to him with two glasses filled to the brim, “Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting any guests.”

“It’s fine.” He responds, taking the glass from your hands. You take a seat right on his lap, after all, the plans you have with him involve more than just sitting on his lap. There’s no point in holding back. He feels his face get warm, and he distracts himself by looking at the glass of wine. “Man, you’re really trying to get me drunk.”

“I did overdo it a bit.” You tell him, taking a sip from your glass. He puts his glass down on the end table, his hands focusing on roaming through your body. “Not much of a drinker, now?” 

“Alcohol isn’t really my thing.” He comments, his fingertips feathering over your thighs before they go up to the hem of your dress. His fingers begin to trace lazy circles on your skin, completely forgetting what he’s here to do. You end up putting your glass on the coffee table, focusing completely on him. 

“Hmm, so what’s your thing?” You say, lightly biting down your bottom lip. 

“Pretty girls like you.” He responds, his lips placing a kiss on your jaw before his teeth begin to nibble on your earlobe. You smirk, your hands feeling the well built body that hides behind a thin black shirt. You get off his lap and get on your knees on the hardwood floor. God, he’d curse himself for being so dumb. He has a gun in his pants, and a pocketknife in his pocket. Yet he isn’t thinking about that when you’re undoing his belt and pulling down his pants. 

Your eyes glance at the gun, but you don’t say anything about it, instead you smirk knowing that he hasn’t noticed the fact that you know. Your hand wraps around his cock and you slowly begin to pump his length. “I hope I’m special.”

“Oh, you are.” He answers before your tongue begins to swirl around the tip of his cock. He watches as you do so, biting his bottom lip. Your hand keeps stroking his dick while your tongue keeps licking the tip of his cock, until you finally wrap your mouth around his dick.

It’s too much for you to take it all, so you take as much as you can in your mouth, your hands moving the parts that you can’t fit inside. You bob your head slowly, your eyes looking up at Toji who is clearly enjoying this. His cheeks are pink while he bites down on his lip. It makes you wonder if he’s touch-deprived or if you’re just really good at this. 

“Oh, fuck–” He ends up throwing his head back after awkwardly holding eye-contact with you for a couple of seconds. He’ll admit that you look better than ever while your mouth is wrapped around his cock, but looking at each other while he gets head is just awkward. Especially when he has very specific plans to kill you, and he won’t back down. Obviously, his plans have been pushed back. He’ll get his dick wet and then do it. As horrifying as it sounds.

You take your mouth off his cock, your tongue running down his shaft and going to his balls. Your mouth begins to suck on his balls while your hand pumps his cock. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head while you work your magic. Fuck, this isn’t even supposed to be happening. But it is and he’s so close to coming.

Your tongue licks up to his tip, and your mouth wraps around his cock again. Your eyes once again focus on his face, although it’s thrown back as he grunts. “S’ good. Love your mouth.”

His cock twitches and he releases in your mouth. So much cum fills up your mouth, and some of it dribbles down to your chin. You take your mouth off his cock and he finally looks at you. He brings his thumb down to your chin and picks up his cum, then brings it to your lips. He swipes his thumb on your tongue. His hand then goes under your chin and he turns your head. “You’re so beautiful.”

You get off the floor and grab his hand. You pull him up from the couch and begin to guide him to your bedroom. Your bedroom is even more disorganized than the living room, but he doesn’t notice because all that’s going through his mind is the fact he’s about to fuck you, and it feels like a dream. 

Your hands go to your side and you pull down your zipper, beginning to take off your dress. He watches, his eyes lighting up as he sees that you’re only wearing panties. His hand goes to your back and he pulls you closer to him. His lips meet yours for a brief second before his lips go down, from your neck to your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple and he sucks, while his hand plays with the other.

He detaches his mouth from your nipple and kisses his way to your other nipple before his lips wrap around your other nipple. You softly moan while he does so. When he unlatches, he picks you up and puts you down on the bed. He spreads your legs apart and pushes your panties to the side before he gets on his knees.

His tongue runs through your cunt before it focuses on flicking your clit. You softly moan while his fingers go up to your mouth. He shoves his fingers in your mouth, getting them wet with your saliva before he brings them down and runs them through your folds. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you and you loudly moan.

“Oh, Toji-” You shut your eyes as he curves his fingers just right. The pad of his fingers brush against your sweet spot repeatedly. His tongue works just right, and you bite down your bottom lip so you’re not so loud. The walls are thin, and the last thing you want is for the neighbors to hear this. “You’re doing such a good job.”

And his ears are happy with what you say and with the moans that leave your lips. Oh and his tongue is also happy because you taste so fucking good. He’s definitely happy he’s getting to do this. At this point he’s completely forgotten what he came here to do. 

“Fuck– It’s so good!” You arch your back, feeling as your orgasm begins to build up. Your thighs begin to squeeze his head, and your mind begins to get cloudy. You definitely don’t regret bringing him over. 

Toji’s mouth begins to suck on your clit as your orgasm gets closer and closer. It’s so fucking good for the both of you. You get louder and louder with every passing second, until your legs spasm, reaching your orgasm. You moan his name really loud, and it’s the sweetest melody that he’s ever come across.

He takes his fingers out and detaches himself from your clit, standing up. He begins to get undressed, taking off his shirt before his pants follow. He makes sure that weapons are hidden by clothes before he completely focuses on you. You truly look like a goddess as you lay down on the bed, and he’s mesmerized. He’s never seen someone so beautiful before.

“You’re so beautiful.” He comments stroking his cock before he runs the tip through your folds. His other hand goes to your lower back and he lifts your upper body. His lips meet yours, his tongue going inside your mouth and pressing against yours. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, and you moan into his mouth.

His cock definitely feels bigger than it looks, and it feels so good. You pull away from the kiss, and he brings his lips together, gathering up saliva before he spits in your mouth. It’s so fucking nasty but you love it, swallowing it. “Oh you’re such a nasty bitch.”

“I am.” You answer. One arm is wrapped around his shoulders, while the other goes down, your hand playing with your clit. “Your dick’s so good.”

“Oh? Is it?” He questions. He picks up speed with every thrust, getting lost in your cunt. His lips meet yours again in a sloppy kiss, muffling any sounds from the both of you. This feels so fucking good, by this point he’s forgotten about the ten million yen prize. He doesn’t want to leave you after this. “You’ve got such a sweet little pussy.”

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel another orgasm approach. He just hits every spot and it makes your body feel so good. Every movement is enough to send you over the edge, and he’s relentless. You pull away from the kiss to moan, “Oh fuck! Toji!”

You reach your climax, your pussy feeling incredible around him. So tight and warm. He rapidly keeps thrusting in and out of you, chasing his release. He’s moaning your name, coming so close to finishing. 

His thrusts get sloppy until he finally comes to a stop, filling you up with his cum. He shouldn’t have done that, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. He pulls out and lays down beside you on the bed. Now would be the perfect time to grab a weapon and do the job.

But he isn’t thinking of that. He catches his breath and turns his face to look at you, admiring your beauty, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You answer, smiling at him. He’s decided that he’ll push his plan to tomorrow morning.

The next morning Toji wakes up next to you and his mind is all over the place. He doesn’t exactly remember much. Maybe that you had sex a couple more times until you both passed out— That and that he pushed back his plan of killing you. 

He’s been stalling his plan simply because you’ve captivated him, and he can’t afford that. Not with the amount of money that’s on the line. You seem to be sleeping peacefully next to him, which would allow him to grab a pillow and just do the job. But he doesn’t. 

He gets off the bed, grabs his clothes and begins to look for the bathroom. Once he finds it, he uses the toilet. Once he’s done he looks over himself in the mirror. When did he become so pathetic for a woman? Last time that happened was too long ago. It’s just extremely disappointing that he pushed his plans back because he found the woman too beautiful. But for some reason so much weight has been lifted from him.

He notices the mouthwash on the sink and opens the bottle, pouring some on the cap and then bringing it up to his lips. While he rinses, there’s a knock on the door. “Uh… Give me a sec!”

But the door opens. His eyebrows furrow and he turns to look at you. You’re just wearing your panties, your hands behind your back as you sweetly smile, “Good morning, Toji!”

“Good morning.” He’s rather cold this morning. You take small steps to get closer to him.

“How’d you sleep?” You question.

“I’m still tired.” He confesses and you chuckle.

“You wouldn’t be so tired if you had drank the wine.” You tell him, and he finds himself confused.

“Does wine help you sleep or something?” He questions. When you’re close enough, your hands come to the front, but you’re not empty handed. Toji feels the barrel press against his abdomen, and that’s the weight he felt that had been lifted. He puts his hands up in the air.

“The great Toji Zenin was after me, I feel honored.” You begin, and Toji is bewildered. “The sorcerer killer… I want to know who hired you, but I also want to keep it a surprise.”

“You knew?” He asks the obvious, causing you to laugh.

“Of course I knew. I was surprised you didn’t do it faster though. But I’m glad. You were a good fuck.” You tell him, and he slowly blinks. Reality slowly settles. He has a gun pressed against his abdomen— His gun. He’ll most likely die, but he can’t begin to plead for his life because he can’t seem to find the will to live. There’s no point. He’s been outsmarted. “I’m glad you didn’t drink the wine either.”

“Not only beautiful, but also smart.” He’s actually blushing, and he can’t seem to care enough to try and turn his face to hide it from you.

“Any last words?” 

“I think I’ve fallen in love.”

[angelicpoison12]

HIII SNOWFLAKE i’ve never requested anything b4 but your writing is just too good shdjsbs😵‍💫. anyway my request is stepdad!adam x fem!reader. he hears his name from her room and so obviously he goes to check up on reader….and is pleasantly surprised to see that GASP!! his sweet little stepdaughter touches herself to the thought of him??? adam is willing to help her out but the guilt he feels is sickening. ILY YOUR WRITING!!!

JDHCJJDJDN I LOVE YOU COSMII MUAH!! since i unfortunately don’t write for specifically fem!reader, i’ll be making the reader gn BUT they’ll be an AFAB :P

i had so much deranged fun writing this btw <33 KEEP YOUR REQUESTS COMING PRETTY PLEASE!! :3

CW: Dead Dove Content, Incest

don’t like, don’t interact! thank you! ❤︎︎

wordcount: 2.4k (i’m insane.)

reader is referred to as; kiddo, kid, honey, babydoll, love bug <3

NSFW, 18+ ★

why did men have to be so fucking stupid?

okay, to be fair, it wasn’t men specifically, it was boys. boys on your college campus.

they didn’t see your worth.

your mother always encouraged you, and gently told you how lucky you were for your looks. but it didn’t really help your self-esteem when your bio dad left. even with your mom assuring you it wasn’t your fault.. a small part of you felt guilty, even after it had been near a decade.

Adam started as a family friend.

he’d come to all of your birthday parties, family gatherings, and more. if only you had known what a scumbag he was..

the real reason why your dad left was because Adam’s dick was just too. damn. good.

he had walked in, and she was getting railed from behind, right on the kitchen table, where your poor dad had spent countless hours doing your math homework with you.

“suck it, cuck!”

Adam laughed, his sharp canines glinting, landing a powerful hand on your mother’s behind.

mother like her own kiddo, eh?

she remarried to Adam only six months after his leaving. you didn’t mind as time passed. you liked Adam; you enjoyed his company, and he often gave you whatever you wanted since he was loaded with money. he had paid your college tuition in full, aiding you to not have any student debt.

Adam had watched you grow ever since you were just nine. but ten years can make someone develop quite a bit.

he had remembered your first period, and that was when he had first gotten the sick twisting in his gut. what the fuck? when Pinocchio was starting to appear, the sickness turned to guilt. how the fuck could he see his little love bug in such a light?

the guilt slowly became carnal.

if there was a field of strawberries, with a ten foot tall fence.. he’d climb it if he was hungry enough.

one night, Adam came to your room, wanting to talk to you. but he heard the faintest sound of ruffling..

it sounded like your bed.

Adam’s first thoughts went to there being a boy in your bed. his fists clenched at his sides reflexively, and he could feel his jaw clenching. swallowing, Adam decided to put his ear to the door. fuck, he felt like such a pervert, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, right?? i mean, he could be killing puppies, or-

“fuck, Adam..!”

wait..

did his sweet little love bug just call out his name?

Adam had to stabilize himself, a hand on the door, taking deep breaths, trying to make sure he was in reality and not some cruel dream.

“Adam, daddy.. please,”

he heard your breathy tone, and a soft, faint buzzing coming from your room. Adam bit his lip, a hand sneaking down to gently palm at his growing bulge. he had to stifle a groan through the flesh of his lips, nearly drawing blood. fuuuuckkk..

your noises, the activity you were doing.. you were the most prized, yet most forbidden fruit to ever exist. and boy did he want to sink his teeth into it, feel the juices drip down his chin, as if it were a summer’s peach. he knew you were still a virgin. anytime you would get a date, Adam would sabotage, your date somehow falling ill, or (literally) falling. sometimes it would get so bad to the point where Adam would scare you from going out with other boys.

he had been plotting. he was greedy. Adam was a selfish, sick, twisted man.. but who wouldn’t want their little beloved baby to themselves? isn’t it what every dad wants? to be connected with their kiddo in every way possible?

Adam turned away, fearful, and not wanting to startle you. he’d take care of himself.. you were just exploring. he’d help you out some other time, maybe when the guilt didn’t make him want to throw up, or when he knew that you weren’t a scsry resemblance of your blessed mother.

the world was cruel. the devil would somehow catch up to you, and for Adam, it was making him fall in love with his wife’s flesh and blood.

the next morning, Adam made you some childhood pancakes.

“gee, i haven’t had these in forever,”

you said, happily digging into the pancakes with chocolate chips in them.

“only the best for my beloved love bug.”

Adam said, warmly patting your head and kissing your forehead.

after eating, you grabbed your bag. Adam stopped drinking his coffee and set his book down, glasses against his nose.

“where you headed, lovebug?”

“oh, this guy invited me to go bowling.”

Adam checked his watch.

“.. at 9 o’clock in the morning?”

he asked, quirking a brow in suspicion.

“well, yeah. they open soon, and we wanna get there early since it’s a Sunday.”

oh! of course Adam was having fucked thoughts about his kid on the holiest day of the week!!

“oh, uh.. yeah, of course,”

Adam grunted, trying to hide his sheepish grin.

“y’know, this ol’ man gets lonely, with you being gone so much.”

Adam said, scratching his stubble. it made you weaken, your smile widening as you came over to him. just like when you were a kid, you climbed into his lap, sitting there at the kitchen table.

“daddy, i’ll never be too old to let you go. i swear on it. it’s just a date! i’ll be okay, i promise.”

you said.

‘but you won’t be okay.. you need me.’

Adam’s thoughts were getting clouded with hunger again. but he hid it well, smiling as he kissed your cheek. once, then twice, then the third time on your forehead, making you giggle and squeal.

“okay, kiddo.. just be careful.”

he hummed, golden eyes full of adoration.

oh, he was fucked. your date.

“my parents won’t be home for hours,”

your date panted, pulling his shirt over his head.

“sweet..”

you said, already a little apprehensive.

he noticed this. his name was Mike, you remembered.

“hey, what’s the matter? we doing this or what?”

Mike asked, looking you up and down.

clearly, when Mike had taken you bowling, the real bowling had only lasted thirty minutes..

but who can say no to a free hookup?

snapping out of your daze, you nodded quickly.

“yeah! just.. let’s do it,”

you muttered. Mike climbed on top of you, and you ran your hands through his black locks, kissing him. it felt so fake. it was as if Mike was made of artificial sweeteners with a dash of Steevia.

“ow-! fucker, clip your nails!”

your barked when Mike tried to finger you bone dry.

“well it’s not my fault! you’re not even wet!”

he argued back.

“because you went straight to my pants! you’ve gotta warm up,”

you said, pouring. Mike scoffed and threw back on his shirt.

“thanks, bitch. my boner’s completely gone..”

oh, so now it was your fault! great!

“whatever. see ya, Mike,”

you said, grabbing your jacket and zipping your pants back up, leaving out the door.

Adam’s car was already outside of Mike’s apartment.

you didn’t even question why or how Adam was there. the second you got in the car, you began to sob. Adam held you, gently cooing and shushing you, attempting to soothe you.

“shh.. what happened, lovebug? talk to me,”

you couldn’t even stammer out the words. all you could do was shake your head, tears of frustration and shame in your eyes.

“i wanna go home..”

you blubbered, feeling Adam’s thumbs tenderly brush away your tears. he pressed soft kisses all over your face, letting his lips linger when they were just a few centimeter from your plush lips.

“of course. anything for you, kiddo.”

Adam had the radio on, and you were curled up in the passenger seat. you were pissed. primarily at Mike, but also your own foolishness. why couldn’t you get aroused with Mike? it was making you feel guilty and gross.

“when we get home, you tell me what you want for dinner, okay? your mom is going to be home late, so we can have whatever you want.”

Adam said, a hand gently going to your knee.

you looked at him. just the touch of Adam, his large hand nearly taking up half of your thigh.. fuck.

then your heart began to race, gears twitching and flicking in your brain. this was your step dad! you weren’t supposed to think of him like this? he had taken care of both you and your mother for the last good portion of your life, and the one way your mind wanted to repay him was through grotesque deeds?

“babydoll? you in there?”

Adam asked, gaining your attention once more.

your eyes blinked a few times, the dissociation ending.

“i asked whataya want for dinner, but your mind seems somewhere else.”

he chuckled, smirking. you blushed and began to stammer, but Adam cut you off, his grip on your thigh tightening.

“that boy.. he didn’t hurt you none, did he?”

Adam asked, nearly growling.

“because i swear to Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, if that son of a bitch did anything to you-“

“no! he didn’t do anything, dad!”

you gasped out, squirming. his nails were digging into your pants, almost tearing the fabric.

you stayed in bed for the first hour of being home, curled up and crying. you seriously thought it was your fault, not the fact that Mike was an asshole.

needing relief, you reached into your bedside drawer.

it was a simple magic wand vibrator. not too big or bulky; but bright pink with rhinestones on the handle, making it pretty easy to figure out what it was to any adult eye.

before you could turn it on Adam was knocking on your door.

“hey lovebug, i’m making dinner now, okay?”

“uh-okay, thanks, dad-!”

you squeaked, quickly hiding the vibrator under your bedsheets, making them rustle a little.

“you okay in there, kiddo? you’ve been in there ever since we got home..”

Adam ended up letting himself in. the first thing he did was open your curtains, muttering about how you needed some light, and the immediate shine made your eyes burn.

“AH! dad, what the fuck-?!”

you shrieked, throwing the blankets off, rushing up to close the curtains.

both of your guys’ eyes lingered what was now exposed.

“oh god-dad, it’s not.. i just.. fuck,”

you said, sighing, head hanging low. there was no point in defending yourself.

wordlessly, Adam went to your bed. he grabbed the wand by the handle and turned it on, looking dead at you. his eyes were unreadable, and that terrified you.

“is this what you were using last night?”

he asked bluntly. the question made you almost blink like a frog, shocked.

“i-what?”

“i said,”

Adam pressed the wand against your crotch, flicking it on, making you gasp sharply. any sane person would’ve pulled away, maybe slapped him, called him a pervert and ran away.

but you stayed still. in fact, you clung to Adam like a lifeline, trembling, jaw slack in pleasure.

“well? answer me.”

Adam growled, a hand coming to grasp your chin, roughly tugging your face up to meet his, your noses touching.

“yes,”

you managed to whisper, squirming, the buzzing of the wand filling the room.

“you’re fucking filthy, y’know that? i heard you last night. calling out my name.. you weren’t even trying to hide your lust,”

Adam growled, pressing the wand deeper into your sweatpants, watching your thighs tremble.

he had climbed the wall, sank his teeth into the flesh of the peach, and now his belly was aching. he was paying for it. an exchange of five minutes of pleasure for years to come of guilt.

you continued clinging to him, head in his chest, moaning and worming around. somehow, the wand felt more overwhelming when Adam was holding it. one of his hands were on your hip, holding you in place so that you couldn’t run away, the other in your hair.

“shhh, that’s it, babydoll.. i’m gonna give you what you need,”

he chuckled, dark and grinning like a maniac.

your hooded eyes looked up at him, hazy. you came with a silent cry, fists balled up in his faded shirt, grinding your hips into the wand at a merciless pace.

“thatsss itttt, yeah! good job, kiddo, that’s it, cum for daddy,”

you never thought hearing Adam call himself ‘daddy’ would make you gush, but it did, and you felt your belly curling in disgust at it.

when Adam turned off your vibrator and set it down, he continued to hold you, eventually laying you back down in bed.

“dad..”

you whispered. he looked at you, eyes soft. with tears in yours, you whimpered,

“what we just did.. was.. oh god..”

you choked, feeling yourself start to cry.

“baby, no, shh, none of that,”

Adam said, gently kissing your forehead, then placing a kiss on your lips.

it caught you off guard, but you reciprocated happily. almost.. eagerly.

your tongues were soft as they tangled. when Adam pulled away, he nuzzled your nose in an Eskimo Kiss.

“Adam and Eve were the first humans on Earth, right?”

you nodded, a little confused on where he was going with this.

“they had kids, right?”

“y.. yeah..? dad, why are you telling me this-?”

“let me finish, and you’ll know why.”

Adam said.

“so, they were the first people, right? and they had kids. well, if there was no one else on Earth to populate with..”

Adam made a motion. your eyes widened. i mean, it was kind of-no, it was really fucked up, the fact that he was trying to justify what had just happened. then again, the more you thought about it… was he not right?

all you knew was that you didn’t want this to be the last time. hell no. even if this was taboo, and you’d have to cut off ever seeking a boyfriend, that didn’t matter. all that mattered was Adam.

all you needed was your daddy to take care of you. right?

my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree, @cosmiiwrites, @ithopi0s, @frxstwalker, @activesplooger

[hollyhomburg]

(Cw: vent post) We reached a new level today in our discussion about me moving and leaving mostly because I got my official acceptance last night (yay, I’ll be moving to Seoul in August! I don’t know how much I want to talk about it yet so maybe don’t send me any asks about it!) I expressed very calmly to my mom that no- I don’t want to leave, but yes- I am leaving because I am not willing to tolerate the abuse from my grand parents or take a trial period living with them.

And she kept going on about how I’d wanted to move at one point (but didn’t because I realize I need more support than I would get at the time) and she’s saying that I’m being unfair and making her feel guilty- because in her mind she has no choice but to provide housing for her parents (this is not entirely true: she has 6 other siblings- two of which own more than one house that could easily provide for them.) She feels obligated to house them however since we live in the same community that they used to live in and 20 years ago they helped her buy our house- money that she has sense paid back.

But my grandfather and I but heads- he yells a lot no matter how much I tell him to stop. He has told me on several occasions that my life will be worthless if I do not have kids, that I am obligated to serve him as the patriarch of the family- tads yada yada.

I have made it clear to her many times over the years that I will not live with this man. She knows this, and is preparing a place to live for them anyways. So fine- I accepted it and about 4 months ago I started making plans for myself to leave because I knew she was going to make the choice regardless of my feelings.

It sucks, I feel very abandoned and like my feelings aren’t valued by her, but that is like- the bare minimum of the situation. Like I feel very much like I was like “please don’t do the thing , if you do this I will be hurt by it” and she’s like “but I will do the thing” and I’m like “okay, I am hurt by it” and then she has a freak out. It’s very simple.

She wants me to absolve her from her guilt about not choosing me- and not convincing one of her other siblings to take care of them. She says I’m making her feel guilty when I’m seriously not- I am just Litterally like- having feelings. I cannot absolve her from something without betraying myself and what I feel and saying things that aren’t true.

I understand the rational behind her actions and I am still hurt by them. I understand that she will not change her mind about the necessity of them moving in and I am unwilling to change my stance on my grandfather.

I was very transparent in that I forgive her for choosing her parents by default over me, reader- I even verbally said “I forgive you, I am still hurt by this, but I forgive you because I understand you view this as your only option” but she still said? I’m making her feel guilty?

Tell me why she’s saying that- like I understand why things are happening they are. but just because I’m not willing to say that her actions don’t hurt me she’s saying I’m guilt tripping her.

there’s nothing to be done about my hurt feelings other than prioritizing myself and taking myself out of the situation that she has made untenable. She keeps being all like “I don’t want you to leave.” “I don’t want to leave either but you aren’t willing to do what it will take for me to stay, I forgive you for this but I am still leaving.”

In my mind this is a totally compassionate and reasonable thing to say, but she still??? Says I’m guilt tripping her??? and then she gets angry. I’m trying to be very mature about this. I’m trying to be very thoughtful. I don’t honestly know what else to say to her or what to do.

[newtonsheffield]

Could we maybe… possibly get a snippet of Kate using the card for the first time and everyone calling her Mrs Bridgerton when she in fact is very much not Mrs Bridgerton… yet anyway

The thing is, growing up the Sharma’s were fairly wealthy. Mary’s a huge musician and even that pales in comparison to the way the Bridgertons are living their life.

But I think the first time Kate uses the card she feels kind of nervous, awkward about spending someone else’s money, and she probably only does it because she’s out to lunch with Daphne, Edwina and Sophie and she batted away everyone’s hands when they went to pay and in the hustle of it all she gave them the wrong card. It’s probably only when the server returns the card, the balance already paid that she realises she’s used the wrong card.

“Shit.” Kate sighed, putting the card back with her others.

“Everything alright?” Daphne’s brow furrowed, “I’m happy to split the-”

“It’s fine I just… gave them Anthony’s card. Well, my card, that’s part of Anthony’s… account.” Kate shrugged, “It’s fine, I’ll pay him back.”

“Anthony gave you a credit card?”

Sophie rolled her eyes at Edwina, “Are we surprised? He goes big, you know what he’s got her for her birthday.” She glanced at Daphne, “No offence, obviously.”

Kate’s heart stuttered, remembering the way he’d minimised what looked suspiciously like the Aston Martin website the other day when she’d walked into the living room and his tone on the phone had changed, “What’s he got me for my birthday?”

Daphne ignored Kate shrugging, “No offence taken.” She turned to Kate, “Anthony won’t even notice the charge and you basically live together. It’s not that surprising. Plus, he loves collecting the rewards points for some reason. I think it feels like a game for him from what I can tell.”

Kate shrugged, “It just… feels weird. I’ll pay him back.”

“Good luck with that.” Daphne shrugged, collecting her bag, “Now, we need to brainstorm what the hell I’m going to get Simon for his birthday. I can’t get him another watch because I can’t fucking stand the clicking from all of his stupid… automatic watch winders. Thirty is too many. No one needs to be that aware of the time.”

Kate felt guilty when she got back to Anthony’s as well, Edwina behind her, hiding the bag behind her a little awkwardly. She’d meant to use the card that time, with every intention of paying him back for the frivolous pair of boots in the bag behind her. She found Anthony already home, his slippers on as he geared up to watch the Formula One practice, Newton on the sofa beside him, belly up.

He smiled at her when she bent to kiss the top of his head, “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, Daphne found Simon’s birthday present so a successful trip.”

He peered round her at the bag, “What did you get?”

Kate swallowed, “Okay, so I bought boots but I’ll pay you back and I’m not even sure I’ll keep them.”

Anthony blinked, “You don’t like them?”

“I love them.”

“Why would you take them back then?”

“Because they were a little expensive and… I don’t really need them? And I also bought lunch but that was an accident and like I said I’ll pay you back.”

Anthony shrugged, “Don’t worry about it.” He kissed her gently, “I’m glad you had fun. I was thinking about ordering takeaway do you want something?”

“Um… yeah?”

Anthony stood from the sofa, kissing her again, “I’ll get the menu.”

Kate stared after him as he disappeared into the kitchen, bewildered, “Don’t you even care how much money I spent?”

“Not really.”

Kate kept gaping after him and Edwina muttered, “You have a sugar daddy.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “He’s not my sugar daddy.”

“You spent… a lot of money today and he didn’t notice! He didn’t even care! And I know what he’s ordered for your birthday.”

Kate groaned, “Is it bad?”

“It’s… a wild gift for a birthday together.”

“Worse than Benedict taking Sophie to Switzerland?”

“Oh way worse.”

“Fuck.”

[necros-writing-stuff]

Foxes and Minxes: Collabo'ween Day 21

GN!AFAB!Reader/M!Teacher!Bailey

Warnings: Me being very British with everything referenced here (sorry); Alcohol; Gloryhole; Hints of Yandere Reader; References to bullying; Condoms; Bailey POV and he feeling guilty; Only pronouns for reader are they/you.

Word Count: 4010

Notes: This is the telepathy mixed with teacher prompt! Bailey is not the telepathic one, though, and I kept it subtle methinks. It's also just fun to think of where Bailey might have ended up if he hadn't become the caretaker.

His paycheck is late. Again. Leighton has been holed up in his office all day yelling at delinquents, telling Bailey to come back later every time he'd popped his head in. The first round of students had set a bin on fire in the cafeteria. The second had been encouraging someone to moon passing cars at the gates. The third had popped River's tires. 

Sure, the kids here were usually shitheads, but to this level? It had to have something to do with graduation coming soon - they were all in their final year of Sixth Form afterall. Most of them being 18, but not fully grasping that they were adults yet and that they could be arrested for what they had been up to. 

Some of them were in his class: economics. Or rather, missing from his class today. They'd been put in the isolation room to write out lines at desks with screens on them so they couldn't talk to each other. Bailey had been in there once or twice as a kid, hell, Winter had been the one to put him in there a few times. Strange that they were now colleagues. Strange that Winter hadn't applied to be head of the school (or at least deputy) after all these years. 

As it was, with the shitheads mostly missing, his class was quiet. Sixth Form classes were smaller than the secondary education classes, the other teachers who had to handle both levels had it worse. Typically UK schools have all of the desks pushed into larger tables to facilitate group work and to make larger use of the room's space, but with how bad the students are here all of the desks had to be separated to discourage certain behaviours. 

Right up front was his favourite. A shy kid, huddled up with their notebook. He couldn't tell whether or not they were doing the work or absently doodling while their mind wandered. He didn't care either way. They'd finished their exams, the only reason they were still here in class was because they all had to be until they walked out with their grades or failed and were pushed out anyway. School policy. One that severely annoyed everyone who wanted a free period to wander around. 

His favourite kept mostly to themself, barely interacting with the others even though they were silently chatting amongst themselves or watching the documentary he had put on to keep some of them occupied. Only educational programmings allowed. Yet another school policy. God, it was miserable here. He'd be watching Breaking Bad otherwise, all of these students had hit 18 so he wouldn't get in trouble from parents about it. But no, instead he'd had to throw on some bullshit scaremongering thing about the dangers of ecstasy pills he'd found on YouTube. 

Funny thing, growth. Back when he was their age, he'd have bullied his favourite. He was as much of a little shit as the rest of them are today. Now he finds solace that at least one of them paid attention. And they'd be gone soon, replaced by another bout of insufferable 16 year olds who would be eager to push him to his limits - only to find that he knew their games and wouldn't be putting up with them. Same old song and dance every new year. 

Which is why he wanted his fucking paycheck. He goes home bordering on having an aneurysm every night, the least he can have in return is his rent money. He's not late, not yet, he'd saved up enough to have reserves, but it still felt better to have it. Plus, he'd be able to get himself a takeaway tonight. That Chinese place he likes is open on a Tuesdays. Some egg fried rice, noodles, chicken curry, those salt and peppered chips. A lovely break in his recent health kick he'd been on. 

Bailey sinks into his seat, sighing at the thought as he chews on a pen cap. His favourite looks up from their notebook, their eyes passing over him quickly before going back down. Not a new thing. They're a jumpy little thing like that. He'd bumped into them once and they'd whimpered as though he'd struck them. Kinda reminds him of all of those videos of foxes just squealing because they can - so he'd nicknamed them after the animal.

He's not a stranger to the signs of an abusive upbringing - the bullying couldn't have helped either. But he's not the one to offer support beyond letting them use his classroom instead of the library. They could go to Doren if they wanted a shoulder to cry on. 

The bell rang then, the students mostly springing up and rushing out to head to the cafeteria. His favourite was stayed put until everyone else left. 

"What you got today?" Bailey reaches under his desk, fetching a box from his bag and his homemade panini with it. Ham, lettuce, and tomatoes filled it up. 

"Same as usual," you respond with a small smile. Which means…

Bailey catches the Yorkie when you throw it over to him, and in return he tosses a bag of Maltesers. That's your usual deal. You bring the Yorkie, Bailey exchanges it for whatever sweet snacks he has that day. Whichever parent it is that always packs the bars for you clearly hasn't clued in to the fact that you've grown sick of the chocolate. Luckily for you, though, Bailey could inhale a whole four-pack in ten minutes. 

And with it not being a class, that also means he doesn't have to abide by the 'educational' videos only rule. At least, that's the excuse he'll tell Leighton if he's caught putting on fucking Hannibal. 

But it's a nice time, eating with his favourite as they watch the show over the lunch hour. Sure beats the fucking staff rooms. Bailey might just quit if he has to hear River complain about that Whitney kid again. 

It's quiet again (save the chewing), but this time it's a comfortable quiet rather than the eternally tense silence of a classroom full of kids a moment away from doing a crime to lull the boredom. 

Little Foxie relaxes now that they're alone, your shoulders sloping and your eyes focused rather than shifting. Poor damn kid. But, not his circus, not his monkeys. He won't see you again after next week anyway. 

"Which exam do you have left?" 

"Just physics. I'm dreading it, though. Sirris kinda does best with biology, so I've had to teach myself quite a bit. Just wish Leighton would hire more teachers - Winter's started nodding off in class apparently." 

Yeah, you aren't wrong there. Overworked, underpaid. And that's what separates you from the other student. That empathy you have for others. How you've held onto it for this long despite the torment of your peers never fails to amaze him. 

"I'm excited to head off to uni, though. It'll be way different than here and I won't have to be around people I don't want to see." There's hope I'm your tone. 

"What'd you pick again?" Bailey can barely speak intelligibly with all that chocolate stuffed in his mouth. Like he's ever been one for good manners though - and it seems to entertain you enough when you smile at him.

"I'm still not sure. Psychology's an option, but creative writing or even zoology sound cool, too."

"Zoology? Didn't know animals were your thing." 

"I started thinking about that after that field trip to the forest last month. You know how Winter is trying to find all of those ruins but there's the bears and stuff that could hurt him? It would be good to work to keep people who work there safe by taking care of the animals. Oh, and the fact that they're extinct everywhere else in the UK. They're important." 

Eden would disagree, but his old friend would keep to himself so long as he was left alone out there. 

"That, and well… animals are honest, you know? I don't have to worry if they'll be bad like people. They'll let me know what they want, I just have to learn the body language." 

Bailey snorts, finishing his Yorkie as he nods. "Aye, good point there. They say never work with kids or animals, but I used to work at the dog pound when I was your age and wrestling screaming huskies into the bath tub was easier than these lot." 

You return to being pensive, head cooking to the side. "How many of them do you think will go to uni?" 

How many of them will you have to avoid, you mean, judging by the nervousness that eases back into your voice. 

"Not many. They'll be the better ones who do anyway." 

No more chatting after that. There's not much more to say - you don't exactly go into personal stuff with your students. You've covered what was appropriate to talk about, and that was enough. That's how it always is. It's how it continues in the week to follow, until you graduate. 

He'll miss you. Just a little bit. The chocolate coated apple you leave on his desk with a thank-you note with a voucher for the local Chinese place is a nice touch, too. Did he even tell you he liked that place? He can't remember, but probably. 

Bailey knows why he harbours such feelings toward you. You're the kind of kid he'd hope to have if he was ever unlucky enough to spawn. 

"Good luck, Foxie," he whispers to himself as he eats the apple - and what do you know - it's melted Yorkie chocolate. Maybe you should have added confectionary to your list of things to study. 

A bittersweet heaviness settles in his chest, causing Bailey to rub the area as he frowns. Your note didn't have a social media handle, and now that you'd graduated you could add him on there. He'd like to keep an eye on your progress, but if you'd rather not then he understands. It's a new start for you, and he was a part of a difficult past even if he'd tried to offer safety in the storm. 

He still couldn't help but feel left behind. And not for the first time, he thinks. 

Dwelling on his sorrows won't do, though. It's better to get your demons out before they dig dens: so to Darryl's club it'll be tonight.

Bailey stays to fix his classroom up and get everything he needs for the summer. The kids left screaming for joy - his work hasn't stopped just because it's a holiday. He'll have to check his units and adjust all of his educational bullshit. 

His flat is small, just a single bedroom and a joint kitchen and living room, but it's enough. He guesses. Bailey's younger self would kick him in the balls for ending up here instead of as some big-shot lawyer or whatever he'd had in his head back then. 

Chucking his box of work shit onto his coffee table, Bailey pushes his dark hair back out of his eyes and heads to the shower. He can afford to spend half an hour in there, Leighton had sent the paycheck over. Its just what he needs, the scalding water loosening his muscles up and getting any sweat off of him from the summer heat. 

The outfit he chooses to wear is simple, but it's tailored just right to make his body look it's best. Dress shirt in white, black slacks, Italian loafers, his woolen long coat. He doesn't put it on until he's eaten, though, opting to shovel pasta into his mouth with his towel around his hips. 

It's still bright when he heads to the club even though the hour is late. Bailey finds himself thankful for it, the setting sun keeping some warmth as he waits for the bouncer to thin the line out and let him in. 

The environment inside is energetic, music pulsing through the building as lights are focused on various dancers performing on the stages in various stages of undress. People sit around watching with drinks in one hand and money in the other, ready to throw the cash when they find a dancer that gets them going enough. 

Bailey didn't bring change. Instead, he's off to the bar, taking an empty spot and ordering a whiskey. Then, he waits. Tourists come to this town for the beach (and the underground sex industry), many of them in the club tonight. Many of them good looking and looking for a fuck without ties. Luckily for one of them tonight, so is Bailey. 

His eyes scan the crowd, trying to scope out some cute thing he can make eye contact with and smile at so they'll either come to him or he can go to them. Sadly, the club's occupants tonight seem to be mostly local. And he isn't paying for one of the dancers either - Bailey likes it here and he'd rather not end up banned and have to venture over to Briar's seedy little hole. 

With no luck, Bailey settles for watching the dancers and listening to the conversations of groups around him for a while as he sips his drinks. Yes, multiple. If he can't fuck, he'll get a buzz and go home feeling merry at least. 

That time closes in, his eyes feeling heavy before it even reaches one in the morning. Fucking hell, he's feeling his age these days. He's not fourty yet, but it's coming, and his back especially is feeling it. 

Placing his latest empty glass on the bar, Bailey goes to get up when something catches his eye. Red hair, pretty face, young. Someone he doesn't recognise. He thinks. He's had enough to drink at this point that he can't see the best - but what he can see he likes. 

Now it's just about getting their attention. 

Another drink is ordered - this time a virgin cocktail. He's had enough alcohol, he'd like to be able to walk home without falling over. Then it's back to lounging against the bar, staring at the pretty red-head and willing them to look his way. 

And willing. And willing. And… shit. Yeah, they're not interested. Plus, Bailey needs to piss. 

The crowd goes up in cheers as one of the favourite dancers comes onto center stage, everyone glued to their spots as the music switches to their routine's soundtrack. It fades away as the door to the toilets swings shut behind the dark haired man. There's barely anyone else in there, and the two that are hurry to get out to watch. 

Not wanting to risk having some creep take a photo of his dick while he pisses, Bailey stumbles into a stall rather than over to the urinals. He's surprised to notice a gloryhole in the side of the stall; the owners here don't like that shit happening in the open. And it's a bug fucking hole, too.

A deep sigh leaves his lungs when he relieves himself, his head falling back and his eyelids closing. 

The door squeaks open, footsteps echoing as they make their way over to the stall right beside his own. Swearing under his breath, Bailey keeps an eye out for a phone coming under or above the stall. The stalls don't save you from pervs with cameras, but it does mean you can trap them in the stall and threaten them until they hand the phone over and you can delete what they took. 

"Hey, sorry, I couldn't hear you out there." 

Bailey's eyebrows crease as he shakes his dick and puts it away. Are they talking to him? 

"Yeah, no, I'm in the bathroom now. What did you call for?"

Nope, not for him. Nice voice though, bit of an accent. Definitely not from around here. Could be his tourist. 

"I- really? Really? You promised I'd be able to stay out the full night! You always do this, you always-" 

Oh, yikes. Controlling partner, it sounds like. Bailey knows he should go, but to leave now while they're arguing? To interrupt it? That feels more awkward than to hide and pretend he isn't there until they leave first. 

That accented voice only gets more upset, causing Bailey to cringe and hold his breath. 

"No! No, I'm not doing this anymore. We're done, you fucking freak! Yeah? Yeah? Go ahead, burn my shit, like I care." 

Oh, good for them, he guesses. He can still hear the tears in their voice. Tears that evolve into sobs when they hang up and, by the sound of things, sit down on the toilet seat. Time to go, Bailey thinks. He'll be really quiet about it, though. 

Which he fails at. Immediately. His loafers slip against the tile and his fist flies into the wall. Bailey doesn't hurt himself, but those sobs cease immediately. 

There's some flashes of movement beyond the glory hole, flashes of red hair going past while Bailey remains completely frozen. 

"Are you okay in there?" 

"I should be asking you the same thing," he shoots back. "But yeah, I'm good. Caught myself." 

"Guy from the bar, right? You were looking at me." 

Ah, so they're avoiding the question. Fair enough. He can't blame them for not wanting to tell a stranger about the partner they just broke up with. 

"Yeah, sorry, didn't know you were taken." He grunts as he finally stands back up right, smoothing out his shirt and working on tucking it back in. 

"Were." It's whispered, accompanied by the shuffle of clothes. He'll leave them to it, he supposes. 

"I, ah. Good luck with your-" 

They weren't pulling their pants down to take a piss. They were pulling them down to press their pussy against the glory hole, giving Bailey a good view of it. 

"You have a condom? I'm free now so…" 

Bold little minx, aren't they? Forward with what they want, but responsible enough to ask for a condom. Which Bailey would have forgotten if they hadn't mentioned. 

"Yup," is all he says, the 'p' popping as his pants come down again. Fishing out the condom from his wallet, Bailey keeps the packet held between his teeth as his hands get to work. One wraps around his cock, the other pressing against their pussy and thumbing their clit. 

Such a cute giggle they have, such a cute little cunt they have. Just what he needs to keep make his day after all of the goddamn stress. He's clumsy though, the drink and the two different movements of his hands making his ministrations rough. Not that the minx next door seems to mind. 

He's quick to harden, ripping the condom packet open before rolling it down on himself. 

"Just spit on me, I don't want to wait longer." 

Fucking hell, yeah he can do that. Leaning down, Bailey rolls his tongue around in his mouth, gathering spit before drooling it all over their cunt. And he just can't resist giving it a lick when he picks up how good it smells. 

They laugh again, wiggling their hips so that his tongue teases their clit for a few seconds before he pulls away. Then it's right to what they both want. 

The angle is awkward, standing up so straight his back leans away from the wall as he presses himself in. Completely worth it when he feels how tight and warm it is - even around the condom they feel like heaven. 

Reaching up, Bailey tightly grips the top of the stall dividing wall to keep himself steady while he pumps in and out. Nice and slow to start, nice and slow to find the angle he likes and a rhythm that makes sense. He keeps his head down, watching himself sink in. Such a good sight to commit to memory. 

The minx starts whimpering, gyrating their hips to demand more from Bailey. Strange that the whimper seems familiar, flashing images of a certain fox-like ex-student through his head. And a flash of heat through his lower belly. 

"Fuck," Bailey hisses, shaking his head and trying to focus on the here and now. Completely inappropriate to think of you right now. He's never thought of you that way, and he won't start now. 

But then the minx whimpers again, leaving Bailey with the thought of his little Foxie bent over his desk, taking him rough and hard while they both watch the door from fear of being caught. 

You're gone. He won't see you again. It's not like he'll have to look you in the eye on Monday and face the shame of having had these thoughts. What's the harm in indulging in them when they make his skin feel so aflame? 

"Yes, Sir, more!" 

Oh that fucking helps. Sends his mind reeling about how nice you always were, how you knew what he wanted from you whether it was your behaviour, work, or conversation. It would translate into the bedroom, Bailey knew that much. You'd be such a good little one for him, on your back with your knees held to your chest so he could get a good view of what's between your legs. What he'd be tasting, savouring. 

"So good, Sir, so good," the minx whines, that one fucking title the sweet spot in it all. 

Bailey snarls, pumping hard and fast right into them, right into you, his brain stuck in a world where you're in his apartment, laying in his bed and clinging tightly to him while he makes your anxiety seem out of your body with every hit against the slick, gummy walls of your sweet cunt. 

It creeps up on him, electricity sparking up his spine as his balls tighten. Bailey hasn't come this close to finishing so quickly in years, a realisation that sobers him for a second. His teeth dig into his lower lip, but it doesn't slow down the building explosion that hits him. 

He loses control of his hips, feeling like they're being pushed forward by an unseen force as he buries himself into the minx, spilling spurt after spurt of his seed into the condom. It drains that burst of energy he'd had, his cock slipping out of the minx as he struggles to stay standing. 

"You okay in there, handsome?" There's no mocking in their voice, just amusement. 

"Shit - sorry. I'll finish you off, here-" 

"Nah, it's all good. My phone won't stop going off and if I don't answer that bastard really will burn my shit. I left my mother's necklace over there so I should head over." 

"Don't go alone if you can help it," Bailey grunts, putting his clothes to right again and disposing of his condom in the bin. Next door, he hears the minx putting their clothes to right as well. 

"Yeah, I'll grab my friend on the way out. She's probably out of money at this point anyway." 

Their stall opens, footsteps heading off. Bailey isn't long behind. 

Two seconds. Two seconds of seeing them clearly in the mirrors above the sink as he passes. Two seconds where he sees them fixing their hair - an obviously fake wig that he can make out clearly since the drunkenness has faded. Two seconds where he can make out their face in the bright light of the bathroom.

One extra second when you turn back, panic in your eyes at the knowledge that he'd realised who you are. The panic fades though. Instead, you're smiling in a way he's never seen you smile before. It's confident. Fox-like. 

"Or maybe I'll just head back home since there's no ex-boyfriend. Could go back to yours. Bet you'd like more of a taste, Sir. I'll even hold my legs apart for you." 

Bailey can't move. Can't chase after you and demand answers as you scurry off, your hips swaying in that outfit. Can't believe his cock is hardening again, and that you'd know just what he wants. Just like he'd thought you would. 

Why do you always know what he wants?

[sunbaby01]

Click

JJ Maybank x reader

Based off the image below <3 (expect a hell of a lot more JJ bc I’ve just binged start to finish of OBX and I’m obsessed)

Along with the promise of no regrets for the summer, Eva had made herself a promise to capture as many photos from summer as they could on her moms old, slightly bust up film camera. Sure, she could buy a new one with the money saved from working at the wreck, hell if she was a kook she would’ve bought the most expensive one. But Eva was a Pogue through and through having been always taught ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ buying a new one didn’t even enter her mind.

The pictures didn’t have to be particularly pretty or perfect but more so capture the times that filled her with so much joy or peace that made her cheeks hurt or eyes crinkle. A snap here or there of John B and Sarah, a few of Kie while they messed around at work, Pope on their fishing trips and of course JJ. Just simply being JJ, she really didn’t have an excuse as to why there were more photos snapped of him than anyone, whether that was him on HMS Pogue, at a kegger, rolling and smoking a J or just being him. He was her favourite person to look at and to be with.

The Pogues were confused at first to the click they’d hear in the background until gradually they paid it no mind, glad to have someone capturing their youth. Even some of them started taking the odd photo with it.

“How many of those do you have now” Kie nodded to the roll of film she placed with the others, in a tattered shoebox kept at the chateau.

“3 or 4 I think…I got a bit snap happy” she shrugged guiltily.

“When’re we gonna see them?” Pope asked her, “I’m surprised you haven’t developed any yet”

“Soon…I’m just waiting to be paid and I probably will then. Shit ain’t cheap” she snorted pushing away the guilty feeling and checked her pockets cursing when she came up empty.

“Shit…I’d better get home, need to grab another roll before the sunset. I’m hoping it’s a good one” she smiled at them all going around and placing a kiss on each of their cheeks lingering on JJ’s and ignoring Sarah’s quirked brow as she pulled away.

“Hey! Wait up!” His voice sent shivers through her, “didn’t think you could get away that easy could you” he smirked wrapping an exposed arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his side.

“J it’s a 10 minute walk, if that” she tried to reason giggling when he stumbled slightly.

“10 extra minutes with you” he shrugged as if it was nothing looking straight ahead, as if his words hadn’t caused her stomach to be bombarded with butterflies.

“Flirt” she nudged him, cursing herself for leaving the extra roll at home when she saw the way the sun hit his skin.

“For you? Always baby” he nudged her back and opened the chipped gate for her letting him lead her to her front door, house empty as usual.

“Well I’ll leave you-“ he rubbed his neck eyes darting round looking for some excuse to stay.

“Wanna watch it with me? The sunset?” She dared to ask noticing his hovering.

“Yes- I mean yeah” he tried to recover and she hid her smile looking down.

“Great…I’m just gonna grab us a drink and find some snacks to take. Will you grab my extra roll? It’s in a white box under my bed” she headed to the kitchen not thinking twice, completely overwhelmed at the joy in his eyes when she asked him to stay.

JJ headed to her room body on autopilot, gently pushing her door open and taking in the scent of her perfume that still lay in the air. Despite being in here multiple times before, his eyes always flitted around looking for any changes he may have missed, smiling at the sweatshirt thrown on her bed - his from their last beach outing a few weeks back. He’d told her to keep it but didn’t think she’d still be wearing it.

“What do you wanna eat and drink?” Her voice rang through the house snapping him out of it.

“I’m not fussy” he called back.

He knelt down reaching under her bed and pulled out the box she’d described, opening it to see at least 5 more new rolls of film. She wasn’t lying, her mom really had gone over the top for her birthday. Two envelopes sat amongst the rolls and his fingers itched to open them. She wouldn’t mind right? She’d asked him to go in this box. His brows furrowed as he lifted it out and opened the first envelope to find developed film photos. Sure, he could’ve been mistaken but then he saw the one he took of him with kie asleep in the background.

She’d gotten the photos developed despite claiming she hadn’t yet.

“Why would you lie” he murmured to himself flicking through the photos reminiscing the days before placing them back in the envelope.

“J!” She called and his body froze waiting to hear the creaking floorboards that never came, “I’m just gonna call my mom and tell her we won’t be in for dinner”

“Okay!” He responded smiling at we, he waited till he heard her voice on the phone and picked up the second envelope.

His heart pounded as he flicked through and his chest warmed so much so he placed his hand there as if to cool it. Picture after picture of him just existing. Tears welled up in his eyes as the feeling rushed through him, he knew he’d liked her but this that he was feeling was love. So intense and so strong that if he was stood it would’ve bought him to his knees.

“J, you ready?” Her voice came closer and he shoved the photos back in the box haphazardly wiping his face clean of any tears and standing with the roll of film in his hand.

“J?” She came to stand in the door trying to place the look in his eyes.

“Ready,” he smiled softly and stepped forward towards her, placing a kiss against her head out of the blue before leaving her stood there wide eyed, distracting her so much so that she almost missed the lid of the box not being on properly. Shaking her head, she quickly went to close the lid and her heart dropped into her stomach seeing all the photos of him laid out having obviously been looked at.

Well shit.

Kicking it back under she rushed to catch up with JJ who was already sat, shirtless, waiting on the beach, she sat next to him silently taking the film out of his hand as he offered it her and putting it in her camera; anything to occupy herself.

“Just waiting to be paid?” He broke the silence knocking his knee with hers.

“J…it’s not what it looks like” she couldn’t lose him.

“Oh really?” He tutted full of confidence. “Because to me it looked like the girl I was in love with had feelings for me too…my mistake” he smirked staring out at sea, seeing her head snap to his out of the corner of his eye.

“You..you love me?” She pointed to herself causing him to let out a laugh and turn to her teary eyed.

“I do” he nodded.

“Are you sure?” She asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, with all my heart if I’m being honest” he grinned feeling a weight off his chest.

“I love you so much” closed her eyes to stop her tears falling overcome with emotion, her breath caught when she felt his hand on her face turning her head towards him, their lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. Pulling apart they smiled at each other, JJ jumped up and pulled her up too into his arms practically spinning her in joy kissing her once again only stopping when her hands dropped from around his neck. Stepping back she picked up the camera laying on JJ’s T-shirt and turned it his way wanting to photograph this moment. The grin on his face with the sunset in the background, the feeling they both felt - all of it.

“God I love you” she couldn’t help slip out one more time as she looked through the viewfinder making him let out a laugh.

“I love you baby”

Click.

[sassynsweet179]

S*X AND FEELINGS

A man can have s*x with a lady and still don't have any feelings for her, most men only need space to have s*x but majority of women need reason to have s*x.

90% of woman cannot have s*x without feelings, A man can travel for eight hours just to have s*x with a female and yet, not love her or even have any feelings for her.

S*x makes men act as if they are in love while they are not!! What they feel is lust, what they feel is what they see which is curves and a huge behind, go through a lady's silky skin thigh for a 5 minutes or less, ejac*late and forget.

The eight hours travel sacrifice, gifts bought, hotel paid for and other expenses may seem to be coming from true love but they were all in the sacrifice for s*x and nothing more.

The foolish thing is this, the majority of women would jump up inside them and conclude that this is the art of true love. So many woman are bought and blinded by materialistic things, yet miss the small little gestures that money cannot buy.

S*x is not an act of commitment. So many Men and women still leave their partners on their beds and start thinking of the next woman or man to sleep with. The satisfaction that comes from s*x dies in minutes.

It is in the nature of Lions to go miles to hunt. The same with men. A man who can afford the expenses of flying from the UK to Ethiopia for s*x would do it as if he would never turn to another woman for s*x.

S*x drives men to do what seems like the impossible and such turns women around and they start acting weird. S*x and love are not on the same page even in the dictionary.

People can abandon their gold mines and dig the grave for s*x. Most young men do terrible things just to have the resources to keep many girls in their life.

You may think they are working hard to live well in the future but they are just living for fun and that is all. Students are now living together like husbands and wives, and our society calls it love. What kind of people do these students become when they leave school?

This is why we have a lot of frustrated graduates than nation-building graduates.

Today, a 16-year-old girl is already into s*x. She wants to wear everything on trend. She is already a prostitute in the sense that any man that comes her way for relationship must show some signs of money and she would respond to him.

The funny thing is this, almost all those girls that have become s*x symbols end up in a deep mess. How many of them today is changing the world they are into? What kind of spirit would they do well within life? They have sold their souls out to s*x. They pride on what they wear and hotels they go to. That is their biggest achievement. The girls they called cowards are setting up economic empires. Their future is already exhausted when they come to their true senses?

Advice to my beloved brothers and sisters:

For men; never allow your erection today to destroy your future directions, stay positive.

My sisters, all that glitters is not gold, make your future bright and it start today.

I am not posting this to make anyone guilty or stand as a judge, but just stating nothing but the truth.

@followers

Africa Today

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[tianhai03]

What's the worst take you've seen somebody make about Dante and Leon?

oh boy. i saw this ask at work but i waited until i got home to answer it let's see how long this answer is (will be putting it under a cut because its going to be Very Long)

for dante. the worst take ive seen of him is definitely "he's not depressed because he doesnt look depressed". thats just. a really fucking bad take. because youre implying that people have to be openly gloomy and sad and suicidal or whatever to be considered depressed. if you just cared about dante and looked closer at the things he does you'll very quickly realize that dante is not well. and that's fine! hes been through a lot of things! everyone has flaws! hes trying his best to be better and i appreciate him!! you should too instead of expecting him to be upbeat and energetic all the time!!! i dont even know how people have this take.

another one for him that i really dont like is. people thinking he's always broke bc he wastes his money on buying alcohol, pizza and strawberry sundaes. that is just factually wrong. in the dmc1 novel, he works with a guy named grue who had 3 daughters. a bunch of stuff happens, and grue and his oldest daughter ends up getting killed, and dante feels responsible for it. because of that, every time he gets paid from any job, he takes the bare minimum amount of money he needs to keep things running for himself(like paying rent and stuff) and he donates the rest to grue's two surviving daughters. THAT'S the reason why he never has any money, because despite grue and his daughter's deaths happening like over 20 years ago now, he STILL feels guilty abt it even though it wasnt really his fault. so ppl joking abt him being broke is kinda.. yknow.

anyways onto leon! im tired of people either treating him like a uwu submissive bottom twink who's very dumb and innocent or a dom daddy who spits in your mouth and calls you a slut. we've had so many games and external media like the movies STARRING LEON AS THE MAIN CHARACTER WHERE WE GET TO SEE HIM SO MUCH AND YET. PEOPLE KEEP MISCHARACTERIZING HIM. leon cant even be fucking considered a twink i dont know why people keep calling him that. i know this is like a very different kind of take compared to the prev two i talked abt for dante but this is the number 1 thing that always annoys me when i see ppl talk abt leon. PLEASE stop watching the tiktoks ppl are making of him and assume you know how he is just from that im on my knees begging

i think people just need to actually put the time and effort into learning about a character before they say shit and act like theyre 100% right abt a character. most of the bad takes abt them couldve just. never been a thing if ppl actually Looked at their personality and actions closer. idk

[j4y-lvr]

hi can I request a hitman! jungwon x reader where jungwon has a mission to deliver a car to some mafia or high profiled person, which is kinda off to his job of getting rid of people, but while driving he hears a bump sound inside the trunk of the luxurious car, inside the military aircraft he decided to open the cars trunk, and he saw a girl in a senior high school uniform, blindfolded and her mouth is taped, he saw a letter beside the girl

"deliver this car with the girl alive after landing to this location xxxxxx, get rid of anyone following you, only drive the car, dont take any flights to avoid the girl being tracked"

he removes the girls mouth and blindfold , to see ,its the daughter of someone in the politics (vice president) , he realize that the person behind this mission is gonna use her to make her father withdraw his position

y/n tries to escape from jungwon because she thought hes gonna kill her, but she failed to escape him obviously, she cried and want to go back home, she begs jungwon not to kill her

jungwon have to choose if hes going to do his job , to deliver the girl in 30 days from the other side of the country, so they might grow feelings with each others company, the idea is like the movie Hitman if 2007?

NOTE. this is my first request so im not really sure if this is good- i kept most of it in mind while writing but I'm not sure if it turned out okay since I was out of ideas😭

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PAIRING. hitman!jungwon x important!personality!female!reader

GENRE. angst, some fluff(?)

WARNINGS. none(?), lmk if I should add any

"deliver this car to the military base by 25th"

read the message as jungwon peered his eyes further to the brooding brightness from his cellphone. Its sole use to keep himself notified and contacted about his little ventures they paid him to act on.

Mainly these messages were sent from anonymous people from various locations demanded that a certain victim be killed, and some specified how they'd want that soul dead. Those very orders were to be carried out by his hands. Often, the details inscribed were a bit too excruciating even for someone who murdered for a living.

Yet he obeyed them, getting it down to the last detail.

Why? He was paid to do so, this was his life day in and out, the familiar scarlet that painted his surrounding, sometimes his own clothes as the person fiddled to get away from him. Though, some, surprisingly, accepted their fate as jungwon drew their blood and causing the vessel their soul occupied to go limp.

With all the lives he'd taken, he was sure he was never destined for happiness, let alone joy. It was the main reason he had maintained such distance from everyone around him, one slip up and he would get attached and then die causing them pain.

He didn't fear death at all, he awaited it.

He found it quite easy to relate to the victims who simply accepted their fate to eternal slumber and letting their soul wander the depths of afterlife. It seemed more appealing than living another second in this black and white world his with the repeated hint of crimson splashing over.

An unbreakable cycle, one might say; he would rise awake, check the cellphone, sigh and head out to complete his orders, receive the money and just let it lie in his account. He didn't even yearn for the monetary benefit; it was merely a bonus for him. Yes, he found himself guilty of taking so many lives, yet he couldn't break free from it.

Why'd he bothers even saving up the money if he had no connections to pass it on too when the day dawned upon him for death. Possibly because he held onto the belief that someone, no, rather, anyone, out there would be there for him.

It was quite foolish of him. He knew his deeds costed him his fulfillment of life and its vast experiences with joy. But he kept treading along the line, longing for someone to help him out of it.

Drawling in his thoughts, he ruffled his slightly wet jet hair, the sheets rustling as he hopped off the mattress with the cell in his pocket. He fitted a black and white checkered cardigan, a duffle bag hung over his shoulder, slamming the front door behind him.

Irritated, jungwon sighed, going from walking to the location to jogging to sprinting. He wasn't to scour the place for a Persian blue BMW in the far distance with such little information to go off.

He brings his palms to his face and muffles a gnarle of anger and turns out hastily, finding the car right before him. He quips his mouth shut and walks over the polished vehicle, the deep blues shining in his eyes as he finds himself mesmerized in its beauty.

He blinks rapidly, recovering from his trance over the metallic vehicle and began to inspect for keys. His hand running over the hold, his cell dings, and a message appears:

"it's near the window wipers"

Jungwon raises a brow, glancing left and right and tugging his cap further before lurching to the access of the car. Stifling, he made progress to the door rather slow and cautious, after all, he had eyes on him.

A previous notice would've been nice, but his job required him to do and be anything but nice. He hadn't been informed anyway and he'd already lent out his hand in a handshake to deliver this across to the military base in tip top condition.

Nothing could be done now.

Unlocking the car, he sat at the wheel, throwing his weightsome bag in the back. His hand taking interest in the leather touched steering wheel. He sank into the comfortable seat and sighed as his stomach grumbled, not that he took notice of it. The interior was a nice metallic grey finish, busy taking in the car he'd be driving around for a while.

Wouldn't it be nice to own a car like this. Maybe later, in the future. And there he was again, in his thoughts, red handed. He spoke about his future like he was expecting one, and he'd rather not have any expectations when it came to his life, karma was soon on it's very way and he would succumb to it without a squeak.

No savior nor angel would show up on the whim and grant him his so-called happiness, not that he thought he should deserve any, not after robbing all those people of their lives. Jungwon shook his head and switched on the car with a press of a button and levered on the pedal, his arm rolling round the wheel to steer. He pulled out the unnamed place and drove off.

A day passed as he sat delusional at the wheel, in the buzz of a stringent straight line of a path directing him. He would've drove the car into a wall several times and the only thing holding him from doing so was the money and that fact that the police would run a background check on him.

He'd rather lay low for his remaining time on earth than run around avoiding press and kin for making headlines.

Jungwon couldn't seem to catch a break, contrary to his recent thoughts as the familiar adrenaline kicked in at the sound of gunshots to the vehicle. An intrusion, calculated amidst plains of road with no onlookers.

He sighs, his foot quick to power further ahead and attempt to derail them, seeing as though he sat alone with no one to peek out the window and fire. And almost quizzical with timing, a diversion in roads appeared, the mapping device dictating a sharp right turn but the person trailing him said otherwise.

Jungwon forcefully took the right turn, watching the rear mirror for guidance whether to proceed with his next move. He maneuvered to the edge, the vehicle behind tailing the opposite edge while watching him.

The time presided, pressing the brakes, the tires screeching due to the friction as the car roared ahead in a fury while jungwon fumbled and managed a rather hasty u-turn. His body leaned to the door and a large thud emitted from the back of the car, raising his suspicion.

He'd successfully thrown off the car behind him a few meters yet what was in the back that caused a ruckus behind? He had to inspect it, and he would at that moment if he weren't caught in this rat race.

He zoomed ahead for longer, the tailing car still unable to gain enough traction to aim for jungwon and shoot him. He continued down a different path than the map, profuse curses leaving his mouth as he it'd take him longer to actually deliver the car with no damage to it.

Luck was on his side as he rampaged into a small metropolitan city, jungwon lit his infamous killer smile while making his way through an amass of turns. They seemed to have lost him in the city as jungwon drove untrailed.

He headed straight towards the shadiest looking establishment in the place. He was in dire need of a change of clothes and a setting to avoid those men again. They didn't look like the type to get fooled more than once.

The tires screech and come to a nasty stop as he pulled in the parking lot of what seemed to be a bar. Hitting the bar in the early hours of the afternoon under the scorching sun didn't seem fitting but it'd suffice as a distraction.

Jungwon grabbed and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder, unlocking the back of the car and to his grave surprise, lay a girl, awake and tear-struck in what he made out to be a school uniform, battered and tied up with a cloth around her mouth to muffle any sounds she made.

And that wasn't the most groundbreaking thing of all, beside her lay a note. He had a choice to make and he untied her urging her to stand up while grabbing the note and heading inside the building in a yank of her hand.

Whatever he was in store for was going to be interesting for sure.

—

He exited the restroom in a fresh pair of clothes, slugging over to the table he'd sat you down at. Part of him hoped you'd made your attempt at escaping so he'd have some weight lifted off his shoulders.

But no, you sat waiting obediently, staring at your hands in the pool of your skirt. He shook his head and walked over, placing the bag down and rummaging through it for a pair of sweats.

"here," he beckoned your attention at the enunciating of his words, his eyes falling flat against your hesitant ones as you seemed to muster up a few words. He shoved the cloth into your hands and directed you towards the restroom.

"i dont have time to waste," he threatened, pushing you in the door and shutting it rather harshly. You laid in the back of the car for over 2 days and you were absolutely scared for you life whether he would take your life at any moment.

You shuffled into the clothes he offered, making up your mind to take everything the boy did with caution. You couldn't help but wonder where the rescue team was.

Jungwon on the other hand busied himself with researching just who you were. A few searches revealed more information adding to his already existing burden. You left, tugging on the drawstrings of the blue hoodie he gave you.

A hand stayed at his temple as he found himself in a misery.

"are you... from the rescue team?"

He panned his head to you in a frenzy, his sharp glare cutting you into pieces, "no."

"who are you, then?" you quizzed, studying his fumed expression. He got to his feet, his quick steps in progress demanded you to follow him. "that doesn't matter at the moment, follow me."

and bang. echoed the sound of the door slammed open where two angered men stood, enraged. Jungwon peered around with wide eyes, clasping you wrist and cramming into the narrow hallway for the exit. The men after jungwon made considerable progress, inspecting those around.

He ordered you to keep calm and to continue moving towards the exit. A small distance way was the door, making both of practically lunge for it before a yelled broke through in the way. You panicked, heaving rather intense as jungwon trapped you to the wall, inching closer to you.

"stay still," he whispered in the cave of your ear, chills running down your spine as the proximity of his face to yours began collapsing and the men ran by, in search of the very boy.

"he was in a black pullover!" shouted the man behind the two, not suspecting either, your head turning in their direction, making it rather obvious that you staring at the situation in front of you.

A finger to your chin met your gaze with jungwon's as he redirected your head from those men to him. The same finger reaching your lips slowly and shushing you. He gawked into the abyss of his brooding eyes, admiring all the hidden warmth behind them.

For those who stood watching the two, it seemed as though the boy and captured your lips in a lock, dancing with his own, expressing his feelings. Quite the opposite ran along the lines of fake and real, jungwon's minty breath fanning your face as he looked down at you, analyzing each feature of youre, down to your fear-ridden orbs.

"he's not here, he must've abandoned the car here to throw us off!" exclaimed another from the other side of the booming club. The men scurried off as jungwon wrapped his arm around your waist to avoid suspicion, "we'll talk later, don't say anything," he mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

—

Halting at a gas station way off course the trail, jungwon massaged his temples as you seemed to wander off in the convenience store. He filled up on gas, and left to check up you, still hoping you ran away.

But no. You were right there, stood in-between an isle full of instant snacks and what not, staring intensely at the row, pondering with your pick already clasped in your hand.

He sighed, trudging over to you while you noticed his presence and uttered, "i didnt know what you'd want—" and he hastily grabbed the first one in sight. Striding to the counter, paying and to the vehicle, seemingly examining if there was any noticeable damage to it.

"get in," he ordered, making you walk to the back of the car and grasp the handle, causing a hiss from jungwon. "i meant in front, yn"

"you know who i am?" you inquired in a panic, retracting your hand from its previous position.

"get in, i'll talk then,"

You obliged with little to no choice, clicking the seatbelt to your side and practically flinging your head to the side, only to find his eyes already locked on you. Clearing your throat, you muster to ask, "are you going to kill me?"

Jungwon chuckles, his lips pulling into a small smirk, "depends," he states, leaving your to your frantic thoughts again, "there are others that want you dead more, though." he completes, your eyes blinking at a turtles pace, attempting to keep you grounded.

"who wants me dead?" you pry, your eyes devoid of fear, catching his notice. He expected a look of fear and you returned nothing than a blank space.

"your father," he replied, nonchalantly, not taking a second to even think about your feelings upon hearing that.

"stop lying" you say, denying his claims. Jungwon throws his head back, "fine, then why don't you try ringing up your dad and asking him about your rescue team?" he said, offering his cell.

You hesitant gaze confirms his suspicion and he closes his palm, tucking the phone in his pocket. No one had come to resuce you in over the days of your kidnapping, and you held onto to the string of hope that they would and had to come save you.

Yet, here you were, in this unknown mans car, having the harsh truth slapped right to your face. You purse your lips, racking you brain from explanations.

"stop trying to find an excuse and eat,"

—

Jungwon was exhausted, he drove throughout the night to make up for the lost time. In the middle of his journey he contacted a friend to figure out who commissioned him to drop this car to the base, and unfaithfully his hunch was more than spot-on.

You dozed off quite a while ago with no words exchanged, occupied in your thoughts, watching as the trees waned and waxed upon entering and exiting small towns in the outskirts.

"we're almost there," he whispers to himself, glancing at your angelic figure and back at the narrow belt of road, taking a small detour, having arranged a place to station you at.

He thought about what to do with you long and hard, replaying the look of your feared eyes in the back of his head. It was different, and it made him feel human emotions, like he hadn't threatened your living before.

He parked a good distance away from the vicinity, knowing well that the car had a tracker. He shook you awake from your peaceful slumber, the back of your hand swiping the drowsiness from your orbs.

You exited, staggering and swaying before gaining stability over your body, following the figure by his broad back, often bumping into him. You stopped walking after seemingly 45 minutes at a rundown building, "stay here till i return,"

He pointed to the door, shuffling around for the eyes beneath the torn mat before the door. You take a good look around you and at the door. "alright."

And like that you accepted your fate.

"you can escape if you like, i'll check if youre still there in a day or so,"

Jungwon gave you look and handed you half of his belongings and left, giving a small head pat and walking away so fast like he was embarrassed.

Frankly, jungwon had no idea what he was going to do. And he wasn't sure if thats a good a or bad thing considering he pulled up to the gates of the military base with you, who came with the car.

It baffled him that he would possibly get hurt because of someone else than himself for the first time in his life, and he didn't know what compelled him to save you either.

He drove into the base, exhaling as he parked the car and unbuckled the seat belt and tensed his muscles before loosening them to assume the worst, a fight of some sort.

He exited the vehicle, taking a few glances around and it was surprisingly empty, unlike his train of thoughts. Was a sniper on standby? Would he be killed the moment they realized you weren't there.

"leave."

Bewildered, jungwon stared at the text, voicing his confusion, "what..."

"leave, your work here is done."

And so jungwon left the base with no mode of transport to get him home, stranded in the middle of ghost town with you a good distance from him. He was forced to the walk the way, with no text from the commissioner, thinking over all the possibilities that could've took place.

Before one theory of his began to make too much sense, sending him in a frenzy. The thought of you being dead at his hands sent a shock down his spine, his feet taking off in a flight.

He traced the familiar tracks around the abandoned house, a sign that he was closer to you. Banging on the front door, he gasped for air, hoping you were still there, alive.

Weight lifted off his shoulders as you peered throught the peep hole, observing the stranger who'd mysteriously helped you at the front door. You unlocked the door and were engulfed in an embrace, leaving you wide eyed.

He peeled himself off you as fast as he did embrace you, "i'm not a hugger," he stated sheepishly, the slight red tint on his cheeks giving it away. You laugh, pulling him into a hug, feeling him tense at the contact.

His cell buzzed, reaching for it. A text from the commisioner.

"the girl's gone, but knowing you, you probably killed her. thanks."

[tenebrius-excellium]

I don't know if this is a correct™ opinion to have on the world but I see people keep on saying that you do not need to forgive those who wronged you in 2024 and I'm so amazed like. Then how exactly do you plan on making the world a better place if forgiveness is not ever an option for you? Like, if you're completely, 100% opposed to giving the worst people you know a fresh start (especially if they have changed), how can you expect others to give you a fresh start when you fuck up?? Not if. When. If you don't think you could be capable of doing something unforgivable, you're likely already doing it. How are you holier? How are you all high and mighty to judge? Everybody goes through shit. Something something if a wildly gracious justice system can exempt a certain group of people from getting grace because "they should definitely pay gruesomely", beware that that group of people, based on the current tastes in politics, is not someday you.

What I'm trying to get at is this difference, though: I, too, know the outrageous, mind-boggling and completely uncalled for pattern of someone doing something cruel to me (sometimes over the span of years) and people being so fast to tell me that "you need to forgive".

No. Because it's not that easy either. They are NOT getting away with it. They did what they did, and they're guilty, and it was wrong, and it hurt, and it stole so much, and it came at a terrible cost to my life and to my loved ones.

People who tell me to forgive haven't allowed me to be angry yet. And that is something crucial that is often forgotten or passed over.

Let me tell you that anger is unskippable. Anger is unskippable. Anger is unskippable. Anger is the healthy part that defends you against the injustice done to you. Anger is what keeps resentment internalized forever if it is not expressed. And I see it especially in Christian circles that anger is frowned upon as an emotion because you're supposed to be always uplifting, always helpful, always kind.

That is suppressing another kind of biblical principle though which tells us that we should be angry at all kinds of injustice. If it's done to us, anger is a phase in our response that we need to give space to if we want to process the rehabilitation stage properly. People keep telling me to forgive. I often thought to myself 'honey, I haven't even started getting angry.' I'm not there yet. By now, I tell people. "I'm still in the anger stage, and I'm going to stay there for as long as I feel the need to." I enjoy it. I savor it. It's a way of loving myself. It's important that I give this to myself. It's not about doing damage back. It's expressing angry feelings verbally until I am heard.

Once you're heard - by other people, by God, by yourself - only then can you take responsibility for it and let go. It's important you get there, but it's important to not be alone in it. Everybody deserves to be heard. Everybody deserves to be compensated for their loss, and in Christianity, we actually have that in Christ as well. Jesus paid the price, Jesus compensates for what was done to us. THIS is how we let go. By knowing that Jesus knows, Jesus heard, Jesus is going to personally get us reimbursed for all the time, health, relationships, skills, money, and peace we suffered the loss from. One-upping this is believing that it will happen in this life. Preaching to myself here, because I, too, am not free of judgment yet. Yes, forgive, but never skip anger. Take responsibility for your life and let go. Let the reason things stay sour in the world never be because of you. A good friend of mine keeps saying "there needs to be blood for this." And then he goes on smiling and continues "just let it be Jesus' blood and not your enemy's." Somebody else paid. It's all good. It required the full tour. Prison, a beating, a public mocking, a satisfying criminal's death. There are options to be rightfully angry and to accuse someone of wrong, to demand, to insist on justice. But then, if someone else stepped in to pay their price, who are we to deny someone redemption?

Anyway, that's just what I believe.

[allora1233]

𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕒𝕪: ℙ𝕣𝕠 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠!𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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Cold... Dark... Raining...

9 pm. It's closing time. All the rowdy customers have dispersed and the store is finally empty, free of any civilians and animals. The only noises now were created by your fellow employees and manager finishing off their closing routine and cleaning the store of any dirt or mess that had been brought in and created.

You had applied to the local pet store for a job to help around with finances for you and your boyfriend, pro hero Eijirou Kirishima. Despite the fact that he insisted that working as a full-time hero made him plenty of money to sustain a cozy and stable lifestyle for the both of you, you didn't like the idea of having Kirishima pay for everything and still really wanted to help out. Besides, you have always been an independent, and stubborn, person, so it really didn't bother you at all to find a job.

Well, that was until you actually started working there. It wasn't like you had never worked a job before, so the problem wasn't you being inexperienced or anything like that. The problem was that you were barely being paid above minimum wage for almost 30 hours a week. It was slowly exhausting you and you barely had any time for yourself. Sure, the employees were nice and you made many friends there, but the work itself along with the nagging customers were slowly draining you and your mental health.

Despite all that, you never let it show when you eventually got home after work. You didn't want Kirishima to be worried for you or think you are pushing yourself too hard. It's not like you haven't had worse. So you sucked it up and dealt with it, if it meant that you could be helping out.

However, tonight had been a little different. The customers today were especially rude to everyone for seemingly no reason, there were so many dogs to clean up after, and your boss had come in to check up on everyone and started making a fuss over little things that never bothered anyone. And you had to work a 9-hour shift, so the day dragged on until it eventually became night. Of course, fate wasn't done with you yet, as when you and the rest of your team closed up shop, it started to rain. And since it had been a perfectly sunny day prior, you saw no need to bring an umbrella.

As you walk home, you could feel yourself start to break down. One more bump in the road and you would completely break.

The puddles on the driveway splash under your feet as you approach your porch. Unlocking the door, you step inside and drop your bag and drenched coat on the ground, not even bothering to put it up like you would normally. From around the corner, the sound of a tv show fills the otherwise silent air of the room.

Kirishima must be watching something, since he likes staying up and waiting for you to come home. You knew he was probably tired from hero work, so it always made you feel guilty when you saw the sleepy look in his eyes as he greeted you home. But he always claims he doesn't mind staying up for you, so you gave up arguing a long time ago.

Tonight has been rough. So rough that you didn't even want to engage in any small talk with him or anything of the sort. You just wanted to be alone. Carefully and silently, you sneak behind Kirishima and quickly walk into your shared bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you.

Almost instantly, you collapse onto the ground, still having enough self-control to not make too much of a sound. You crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over you, curling up into a ball. That's when the dam breaks.

Grasping onto your pillow, you bury your face into it and start sobbing. Tears stained the pillow cover as muffled cries and gasps escaped you, the silence of the room shattered by your broken whimpers. An unbearable pounding started causing your head to ache as your sobs slowly became louder, your ears ringing.

A sudden weight on your back causes you to shoot up out of the blanket. A very concerned Kirishima sat on the bed next to you. He must have heard you crying and came in without you noticing. He looks you over once before picking you up and sitting you on his lap. Lacking the energy to protest, you melt into his embrace and continue to bawl your eyes out in his chest.

Although you weren't in any state to admit it, you really appreciated having Kirishima there. It felt nice to have him be there to comfort and hold you, even though you had wanted to be alone not even a few minutes ago.

Kirishima didn't say anything. He just continued to hold you close as your tears dried and all you could muster were soft whimpers. It wasn't until a couple more minutes later when he finally spoke.

"Better?" Was all he asked in a hushed tone. You nod weakly, still clutching onto him as if he'd fade away if you let go. Kirishima slowly laid down, bringing you down beside him as he continued to hold you close to his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You pause for a moment, contemplating if it was worth it to trouble him with your problems. As if he could read your thoughts, Kirishima spoke up once more. "I know you've been struggling lately. It's honestly not hard to tell that you've been through a lot, and I'm assuming it has something to do with work. If you've been hiding it from me because you're afraid you'll burden me or something like that, please remember that I'm your boyfriend for a reason. No matter what, you'll always be my top priority and I will be here for you."

You broke once more, more tears that you didn't know you had left spilled out as you finally released everything you've held back. How you were tired of working for the pet store and how exhausted you'd become. How you missed having time for yourself and with Kirishima. How poorly you were being treated by the customers and your boss.

And even if it was a little difficult to understand through your cracking and sorrowful voice, Kirishima listened to every word, occasionally reminding you to breathe and rubbing small circles on your back.

You'd finished your rant. The room was silent, aside from the occasional sniffle and heavy breath you let out. After another moment of silence, you mumble, "Sorry..." Kirishima quickly shakes his head. "Please don't apologize baby. I'm really glad you told me."

He sighs softly before gently taking a hold of your chin, lifting your head up so he could look at your face. You were sure that you looked like an absolute mess, your eyes and face most definitely red. However, the small smile that Kirishima gave you as he gently wiped away the tear stains on your cheek gave you a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that honey; I really wish you'd told me sooner. I know you like to keep your problems all to yourself. I've know that you are an independent person ever since we met. But I've said it before and I'll say it again." Kirishima gently presses his forehead against yours, looking you in the eyes.

"I love you, so so much. And that means that no matter what problems you throw at me or whatever's been eating at you suddenly becomes too much for you to bare on your own, I will always be here to help you. Please rely on me. You are so incredibly important to me and I don't want you to have to go through all this thinking that you would annoy me by having me involved. I promise you that will never, ever happen."

You close your eyes, struggling to fully take in his words as your independence and stubbornness conflict with what you knew to be the truth. You knew Kirishima wouldn't have a problem with you talking to him about all this, but it was easier said than done.

Kirishima could tell you were having an internal battle and let you process his words for a moment. You open your eyes back up and gently take a hold of one of his hands. "I love you too Eijirou... Thank you for being here." 

"Always." He smiles and leans closer, gently pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You couldn't remember how long it had been since you both had enough time to just be in each other's embrace like this. It just brought into perspective how much you truly missed being with him.

Once the tender kiss broke, Kirishima spoke up. "You should get some rest baby. We can talk more about all this tomorrow, okay?" You nod and gently peck his lips one more time before the both of you crawl under the sheets. You snuggle close to Kirishima, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his big arms around you, holding you close and securely. You smile and sigh contentedly.

"Night Eiji..." You yawn, the exhaustion finally sinking in as you relaxed into him. He smiles and kisses your head. "Night y/n... sleep well honey." And with that, the both of you drift off to a peaceful sleep.

[spxcemuses]

@countlessrealities asked: Ö ?

[ a character I’d consider rping. ] | Always Accepting

The silence in the office was thick and lingering, very much like the cigar smoke that hung around Sykes like a smoggy cloud. He had invited one of his debtors in to pay off the money that was owed, only to realize that they did not have it. They seemed to stutter excuses, saying that they'll pay it back... and the loan shark wasn't having any of it. His patience was wearing thin the more they talked on and on.

" So you're telling me you don't have the money. Is that right? Hm. "

His tone is derisive in nature as he hums flatly, almost as if considering something. He lets out a low and raspy chuckle before sitting up in his seat and leaning on the desk, both of his massive hands rested upon it. He gives the debtor a cold glare, the ominous nature of it making them feel uneasy. The two large Dobermans that laid near Sykes's desk didn't help the situation, either. He sighs like a disappointed father, putting up a sort of act to make the debtor feel guilty.

" That is just too bad. You made a grave mistake, not understanding the severity of all this. Of the... consequences that happen to those that don't pay me. "

Sykes pauses a moment, shifting back a bit to take a large drag from the cigar in his mouth. The smoke billows out as he sighs heavily, listening to the debtor as they try to reason with him. It wasn't helpful, though; the man has heard countless excuses from countless others. He slowly raises his hand to snap his fingers, and the Dobermans catch on quickly, circling the debtor around like sharks with low growls as they await their master's orders.

" Do you know what happens when I'm not paid back in full, yeah? When I don't see what you owe me? Here, how about I show you. "

The sharp snap is a nonverbal command to the Dobermans and they lunge forward, intending to rip and tear the poor debtor into shreds with their sharp teeth. The debtor cries out in mercy and panic while struggling to not get bit, their pleas and promises falling on deaf ears. Sykes watches the struggle with an indifferent attitude and a small smirk on his face, thinking of this as some sort of twisted entertainment as he lets it prolong for a few moments longer.

He then snaps his fingers again, the Dobermans backing away with tense movements, eyes still fixated on the target. He wasn't planning to outright kill the debtor yet, but wanted to injure them enough for them to get the message. The debtor pants heavily, clearly hurt and clothes somewhat tattered as they drag themselves off the floor. Sykes takes one last drag of his current cigar before snuffing it into an ashtray on his desk, his voice menacing.

" That was just a taste of what will happen if you don't pay up. This will be your final warning. You have three days. Three. Not a moment later. Now get outta here... before Roscoe and DeSoto here chase you down as their next meal. "

[spacedreamerz]

Random Pete Story.

Did I stay up until 2:00 in the morning to post an angst fanfic about Pete? Yes, I did. Do I regret it? No, I do not. I quite like how this story turned out to be honest. Considering both the character and genre were completely randomized, it came out pretty nice. I do want to give a content warning for mentions of suicide, however.

Other than that, I'm kind of an aspiring writer and I'm trying to write short stories in order to improve my writing skills. If there are any more experienced writers reading this, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

Hope you like the story!

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There was a question Peter Kowalski asked himself a lot. "Am I ungrateful?" Sure, it was a basic question. It's a simple yes or no for most. No being the most common answer, but for Pete, he honestly didn't know. There were a lot of things about him that screamed: "ungrateful." Though there were also quite a few that didn't.

He had a nice, loving mother that cared deeply about him and showed it every chance she got. While his father was often busy and wasn't one for affection, Pete knew that he was loved. The way he asked about his day and how he was. The way he'd genuinely listen and provide support for Pete whenever he got a worrying answer was enough to deduce that.

He had a nice house and a lovely bedroom that he loved to relax in. He had a big, loving family that came around during the holidays. His grades were excellent. Not only because he was naturally intelligent, but he also studied hard and it always paid off. He had an A in every class. Except for PE, that is.

He was good at art. Like, really good. He was drawing and painting better than most teenagers at the age of 7. It was one of the few things he could show off or talk about and not be embarrassed after. He wanted to be a comic book illustrator. He hasn't told too many people about that for fear of being made fun of. Even though anyone with two working eyes could see that he'd be awesome at it.

Pete often surveyed all the good in his life and felt bad quickly afterward. He felt ashamed. Guilty for all of his complaining and thoughts. Because even though he had such good things going for him, he felt worthless.

At school, everything was hell. He had no friends whatsoever. No one that he felt a connection with. No one that gave him the time of day. He always sat at the back of the class observing as people chatted along happily with their friends. Sharing interests, secrets, and emotions. Something that he never got to do with anyone. He sat alone in the cafeteria and felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that everyone could see how lonely and friendless he was. He was so tired of feeling that way that he started to avoid stepping foot in the cafeteria altogether. He just went to his dorm room to draw or read a book. Completely alone.

There were times when he was noticed. Though they weren't for good reasons. The only times he wasn't invisible was when a bully needed some money or a jock was bored of picking on nerds. He was pushed, punched, and kicked. Those things hurt of course, but they didn't hurt the worst. What hurt the worst was the insults. Being called a "freak" or "friendless." Having the bad things you thought about yourself be confirmed by other people was one of the pains in the world.

Not to mention the way people walk by or ignore everything that's happening. They just watch and laugh as you get beat to the point of unconsciousness. They ignore you as you get told to kill yourself. After a while, you start to wonder if you should.

As I said earlier, Pete hates these thoughts. They make him feel ungrateful. His family and parents all care so much for him. They risked so much just to make sure he was happy and healthy. Yet, he thought about things like suicide. He thought of himself as selfish. So, Pete tried his best to not be.

He stayed alive and lied to his parents every time they asked how he was doing. He fake smiled and laughed when it was appropriate. He went about his school days in a way that no one would notice how sad he was. That didn't take too much effort as no one paid attention to him in the first place.

Pete plans to keep doing this. Even if it starts to drive him insane, he can't hurt his parents. He doesn't want them to worry. Not after all they've done for him.

Pete's answer to his question is somewhere in the middle. If he gives in to his thoughts. If he gives up on everything and does what he's been told to do every day at school, then yes. He is ungrateful. Though if he continues his facade of happiness. If he smiles and laughs for his parents every day and goes along like everything's fine at school, then he's not. Pete often ponders about which one it'll be in the end. Truth be told, he doesn't know.