#somethin about the way he's with doll fucks me up cause it's like he thinks it's a perfectly acceptable n healthy dynamic

[kamitv]

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Sypnosis . How they react to getting caught jerking off/How they jerk off when you’re not around. / Pairings . (Separate) Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Geto Suguru x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, & Nanami Kento x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, masturbation, pervertedness, praise, needy men, filth, dirty talk, non-curse au, degrading, established relationships etc. / wc . 5.5k

A/N: not proofread in the slightest— I apologize in advance for the errors. This is a mix of two requests; one from my lovely 👍anon; If it's not too much trouble, would you take a request for how JJK men jack it to reader? To a picture, their thoughts, or maybe reader asks them perhaps? & jjk men getting caught jerking off [MDNI]

★ Toji Fushiguro

He’s the kinda guy that you could never be on the phone with past midnight. Why? Cause’ suddenly his voice is getting deeper, his comments are growing more suggestive, and he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock as he gets off to the sound of your voice.

What the hell are you even talking about? He’s got no idea, all he knows is that your soft tone, laced with such a faint sleepiness to it, has his cock aching within his hand.

You wouldn’t even notice he’s jerking off for a while either, not until he groans out your name.

The sound makes your entire body freeze and all you can do is stare at your phone, tipping your head to the side curiously before you tap on your phone to bring the ongoing phone call to the forefront of your screen.

You’d get quiet and he’d get louder, grunting out an all too deep, “Fuck,” That has you smiling to yourself a little. Especially when you hear him grunting as if he were trying to keep his sounds in.

But, your moment of confidence only lasts until the deep baritone of his voice snaps you out of it, “Keep fuckin’ talkin’, doll,” Toji orders and god does he sound sexy like this.

There’s the faintest hint of need in his voice that has you biting your lower lip to hold back the toothy smile trying to present itself on your face. Gulping, “Toji…” You murmur, and your ears don’t miss how he sighs heavily.

On his end, he’s got his legs sprawled out and his head tosses back at the sound of you calling his name, “What?” He’d huff, almost as if what he’s doing hasn’t become rather obvious to you.

Your voice is suddenly closer to the phone and it makes Toji grunt, “You okay over there? Y’sound… busy,” You utter teasingly.

“Mmmh… mhm, m’fine, jus’-, hahh, keep… keep talkin’,” His long pauses and heavy exhales were making you squirm on your end. You could only imagine how he looked right now— big hand wrapped around his cock as he gave himself quick tugs to the sound of your voice.

You start to shift around in your bed and almost forget to respond as you listen closely. Turning your volume up, you could hear almost everything. His sounds became vivid, a messy noise of spit heard as Toji wets his cock up in ways he’s known you to, his hand jerking his dick in quicker pulls due to the slickness of his saliva and precum mixing together.

“Hahhh, fuck,” Toji pants and starts slowing his hand down just so he can speak properly, “Why’d y’stop talkin’? Hm?”

“I uh… I thought I heard something, sorry,” You hum as you fake cluelessness. “Anywho, what was I saying again? Do you remember?”

Ah, you’d decided to test him thinking he wasn’t paying attention at all to what you were discussing earlier. Jokes on you, Toji knows how to multitask (sometimes), “Uh, you were tellin’ me about your day or somethin’,” He hums casually.

“Riight,” You chuckle. An idea pops into your mind and you decide to use his lack of full attention to what you were previously discussing to your advantage, “Well, me and my friends went to this new sweet spot today.”

“Yeah? ‘Nd what else, doll?” Toji sounded so clearly occupied but he was trying his best to just get you to keep talking. Every word that left your lips went straight to his cock.

You grin, “Well, it was pretty hot today so I got lucky they had popsicles! The one I got was suuper big, could’ hardly fit it in my mouth,” You explain.

Was this story true? Not exactly, but when else do you get the opportunity to tease your boyfriend like this?

Toji’s eyes flicker as he processes what the hell you just said to him, his cock twitching at the thought of your lips parting to take something large into your mouth— you knew what the hell you were doing to him and he was starting to pick up on it.

Swallowing thickly, Toji hums, “Oh yeah? Reminds me of a couple of other things that can’t really fit in your mouth…”

“Hm? Like what, Toji?” You murmur innocently.

Your voice had softened by a lot and it drove him crazy. Such a clear false innocence laced into your question had the man picturing your expression. The way you’re probably sitting there with your eyes all wide and curious, batting those pretty lashes of yours like you don’t know what the hell you’re asking him.

Scoffing, “Don’t play dumb, y’know what the hell m’talkin’ about.” Toji drawls out, voice a bit rougher with you.

You ignore his little attitude and let out a giggle, “Do I?”

“Yeah, y’do,” Your boyfriend huffs. His breathing is noticeably heavier and little did you know, he had his head resting back and his eyes on the ceiling as he fisted his cock rapidly, slick sounds masked by his voice every time he spoke.

As if to make his state worse, your voice dips into something more sultry, “I’m really not sure Toji… What else is too big to fit in my mouth? Hm?” You hum.

“Fuck-,” Toji lets out a slight gasp, his breath stuttering for a moment before he grunts, “My cock, baby. Y’know this.”

The way he gave up on getting you to say it first has you smiling, “Mmmh, I dunno Toji,” God you were saying his name too much and it was making his balls ache, “I had your cock down my throat perfectly fine the other day if I recall correctly.”

“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” Toji abruptly rasps out, making you gulp as you felt a throb in your core, “Where’d y’learn to talk like that, huh?”

You snicker, “From my boyfriend who enjoys jerking off to the sound of my voice.”

And just like that, Toji can feel his orgasm approaching— damn you and your slick remarks, you only ever acted like this over the phone. You knew better in person but, he didn’t mind right now.

“Hahh, fuck you,” Toji fires back.

“You want to right now, don’t you?” You were getting confident all of a sudden and he groans before shutting his mouth just to listen to you speak. “Wanna feel my tongue on your cock, huh?”

His hand squeezes onto his cock and a strangled grunt leaves the back of his throat, “Shit-,” Toji’s haw drops a little, “Don’t stop talkin’, m’close.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum thinkin’ about fuckin’ my throat, right?” You murmur.

And he definitely was, it’s all he could think about right now. Especially with how bold you were being, how could he not picture you on your knees and taking his cock down your throat as he face fucks you just to teach you a lesson about talking to him like this?

Then you just kept going, “…Or jus’ from me talking? Y’like my voice that much, Toji?” You ask.

He’s on his end just nodding as his brows furrow— when the hell was he this damn needy for you? “Yes, fuck… fuckin’ hell, yes, I fuckin’ love your voice baby,” Toji tells you.

God you wish you could see him right now. You just know he’s sweating, cockhead angry and leaking at your every word, big thighs parted yet jittery as he gets closer and closer.

“C’mon then big guy, cum f’me so you can come over,” Suddenly your tone is aroused and Toji’s squeezing his eyes shut in frustration.

“S’late, doll,” He argues.

You tut, “Yeah well listenin’ to you jerk off turned me on so now you’ve gotta come over ‘nd deal with it.”

Some nerve you had. As if you wouldn’t be the one all teary eyed and pouty after a few kisses from him…

Yet, Toji’s not thinking about that right now, mindlessly agreeing just because he needs you right now and his hand is starting not to cut it anymore, “Hahhh, alright-, shit. Whatever the fuck you want, doll. I’ll be over in ten.”

You snicker, “Make it five.”

He swears you’ll be the death of him.

Scoffing, “Needy ass girl… agh… can’t wait ten minutes?”

“You couldn’t wait til’ I got off the phone to jerk off?” You argue.

He’s smirking despite the slight irritation that creeps up on him due to how bratty you were being, “…Shut up.”

You smile, “Come shut me up.”

“Oh I’m about to.”

★ Geto Suguru

Moaning your name as if that’ll cause your hand to be wrapped around his cock instead of your panties— Suguru uses your clothes to get off when you’re not around.

He doesn’t bother to call you or text you. It’s usually late when he gets like this so he just uses the lace panties you “accidentally” left over at his place.

Sometimes he’s got the fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerks off and other times he’s got it pressed up to his nose, inhaling what little of your scent he could get as his hips fuck into the O-shape he’s created with his hand. If he inhales strong enough, he swears he can still smell your pussy and that alone makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuuuck,” Geto moans unashamed into the air. What’s he gotta hold his voice back for? Even if you were to ever catch him like this, he knows you’re just as much of a perv as he is.

His hand has a strong grip on his base as he gets himself off with your panties. Just thinking about how the fabric clung to your cunt for hours on end has his cock dripping pre onto the floor.

“Fuckin’ miss you, agh,” Suguru would groan thoughtlessly into the air, recalling the last time he had your pussy on his tongue, how sweet how tasted, how addicting you are.

Within said imagination, he doesn’t even realize he’s moving your panties to his mouth, his tongue seeping out and pressing into the fabric as if that’ll give him a taste of you again. Is it the same as sucking on your cunt til’ your legs are shaking? No, of course not. Does it make Geto’s hand milk the fuck out of his cock? Well, yes.

Light and faint whines slip past his lips, “Ha-ahh… taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” Geto groans like you’re right there with him.

Shit, he wants you on his tongue again. He can never get enough of it— the way your pussy sloshes all over his mouth every time he eats you out, how you whine his name and beg him for a break, or even the way you get greedy as your orgasm nears and you start bucking your hips against him.

Either way, it’s all he can think about right now. And it doesn’t get any better when his eyes open and looks down at himself, your panties clung tightly in between his teeth as he envisions you below him with a mouth wide and ready for him.

Oh the way you always take his cock down your throat never fails to make his eyes cross. You’d suck on him like your life depended on it, moaning against his shaft whenever he started thrusting into your mouth or whining when he forces your head down some more.

And he’s so close as he thinks about it more— picturing your wet lips parted around his flushed tip, drool slipping out the corner of your mouth, and your tongue slipping against him languidly-

“Suguru?” The sound of your voice makes him moan in surprise before he’s turning his head to look at you.

Even caught in the act, he only gets turned on even more. His brows tense and he pants heavily as his eyes meet yours, quickly noticing the way your gaze dropped down to his achingly hard cock.

You were supposed to be asleep out on his living room couch where he’d left you moments ago but yet, here you were— standing with your eyes all wide and curious, taking careful steps toward the man as you cross your arms, and giving him this look that drives him crazy.

You gulp loudly as you look up to your boyfriend’s face, “Are those my panties in your mouth?”

“M-Mmhm,” Geto hums with an impatient nod of his head.

Your lashes bat at the man before you find yourself standing right in front of him, placing but a single hand on his chest before taking the other and removing the lace from the man’s mouth.

“That’s filthy Sugu,” You whisper carefully.

The way his lips part and how his eyes lower on you, a groan slipping from him due to how close your body was and the way you’d touched him so softly. “Uhuh, I know, baby,” His voice has the faintest shake to it as he mumbles out an answer.

Smiling slightly, you keep your eyes directly up on his despite his hand not stopping on his cock for even a second, “You could’ve woken me up if you needed me, Suguru.” You utter.

He cracks a lazy grin for a moment, “I jus’ needed your panties.”

You frown and your brows tense a bit, “…Pervert.” You whisper, watching how his body twitches in reaction before he’s leaning his face down and closer to yours.

“Mhm,” Geto hums, “Yeahhh, tha’s me, princess. Keep tellin’ me how fuckin’ nasty I am.” Your boyfriend purrs, earning a wide eyed look from you as you gaze up at him in surprise.

You comply, trailing a single finger down along his chest as you tip your head to the side and speak, “You’re filthy Sugu, gettin’ off with my panties… Bet you wanted to get caught like this too.”

“Maybe,” Geto tells you with that awfully cocky grin on his face, “But you’re not any better. I caught you fingerin’ yourself to my voice last week.”

You gulp, “T-That was…”

He’s leaning down past your face and you flinch as his lips make sudden contact with your neck, “Different, huh?” He rasps out, hot breath tickling the side of your neck.

Tense, your hand stops moving along his body and you angle yourself to look down at how aggressively he’s fisting his cock right now, “Yeah…” You murmur, completely distracted by the sight below you.

His hand got faster on his cock, quicker tugs made the longer you stared down at him and cum leaking from his tip as he grunted against your neck.

“Sure it was,” Geto whispers, but his voice is a lot lighter than you expected it to be. “Now are you gonna just stand here and watch me jerk off or are y’gonna get on your knees ‘nd take care of me?” He asks, lifting his face a little to kiss the space below your ear.

You unconsciously lick your lips the longer you stare down at his cock, watching him drip onto the floor and make the slightest mess before you chuckle, “That’s no way to ask, Sugu.”

He scoffs against you but you don’t miss the quietest whine leaving his throat before he speaks, “Funny cause I wasn’t fuckin’ askin’.”

“Oh?” You snicker at your boyfriend before turning your head to meet his gaze, “You’re mean when you get caught in the act…”

He stares you down and resists every neuron in his body that’s telling him to press his lips into yours, “Am I?”

“Mhm, as if you’re not embarrassed,” You tease. God you were driving him crazy— looking at him so longingly, your lips nearly on his, your body warm with how close you were to him and your hand low and near his cock.

Fuck, one more touch from you and he’d be cumming in seconds. “I’m not.” Geto replies to you.

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second and his gaze drops, “You sure? Y’know how long I was watchin’ you before I said something?”

“Fuck, how long baby?” He practically mumbles. He needed your touch so badly, you were too close to not be all over him right now and his restraint was waning by the second.

“A few minutes, saw you puttin’ my panties to your nose ‘nd everything,” As you speak, your hands are lifting and his eyes are widening.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he’s forced to stop his hand on his cock before he blows his load too soon, “Yeah?” He breathes.

You nod and inch closer, “Mhm.”

“Bet that got you all hot ‘nd bothered, huh?” Geto whispers, cocking his head to the side before placing a hand to your waist and holding you tenderly, “That’s why you said somethin’ right? Cause y’like watchin’ me like this?”

Your eyes were on his lips now and you’d half-heard everything he just said, shrugging out a little, “Maybe…” In response before your lips are finally on his.

Geto can’t even control the groan that pours out of him while his lips move over yours, tongue slotting into your mouth and hand squeezing onto your waist as if to tell you not to move.

The kiss doesn’t even last that long before he’s letting out a whine as his cockhead brushes against your body, “Fuck-, enough of this teasin’, I need you princess.”

★ Gojo Satoru

You were going to take it upon yourself to ask your husband how he jerks off when you’re not around but instead of answering your text with an explanation like a normal person— he sends you a video.

Unfiltered, less than a second after clicking on the video, you’re met with his glistening cock on your screen. Slicked with spit and precum trailing along his veins, a pretty pink tip twitching for some attention, and a bright flash from his cellphone giving you the perfect view of his lower half.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t squeeze your legs together as soon as you started the video. Then there’s his voice that you hear about five seconds in.

“Wanted to see how I jerk off, huh? Dirty girl,” Oh his tone was low with you, the sound filling your ears as you bat your lashes and gulped. Thank god for your headphones, despite being home alone, because you could hear every little sound. “You’re lucky I was already in the middle of it when you texted, y’know.”

Although he can’t hear you, you scoff, “Slut.”

“Got’ this hard thinkin’ about you,” Gojo whispers suddenly, his slender fingers wrapping around his cock carefully, “I miss you, pretty girl,” His words and the way he’s slowly touching himself for you has your body hot and it’s only been a few seconds.

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, your eyes narrow on his hand— how tenderly it slides up and up until he reaches his tip, the way his thumb runs in between the slit of his cockhead and he lets out a hiss.

Then his hand lowers and the sound that follows is so wet, “Fuuck, I wish it was you touchin’ me right now. You always make me feel s’good,” Gojo pants unintentionally, “Miss your lips on me too. How long’s it been? A week? Fuckin’ hate leavin’ you for work…”

You chuckle lightly at his moment of rambling but the way his hand picks up in speed ever so slightly has your smile fading and your focus returning. Sometimes you wonder how he even fits inside you— his cock is so long and from his base to his tip, he looks like he’d split you open (he does).

Your thighs are squeezing together again and you’re starting to miss him the more you watch, the vivid and deep sound of Gojo humming your name causing a chill to slip down your spine.

And you swear you were about to get to the best part of the video he’s sent because his hand was moving at a quickened pace but you’re interrupted by an incoming video call from the man in question.

You practically jump out of your skin due to your ringtone before you scramble to answer it.

Batting your eyelashes as the call connects, you swallow hard, “H-Hello-“

“Knowin’ you’re watchin’ that video isn’t enough f’me,” Gojo huffs out— now he’s got the camera propped up for you and you can see most of his body.

His shirt is long gone, same with his sweats, his legs are spread far and wide, hard and throbbing cock standing straight up as his hand tugs at it in needy little pulls. Gojo’s got his head tossed back and you have the clearest view of his sweaty Adam’s apple, a slip of sweat sliding down along his chest.

He’s panting like crazy and his hand is fucking his cock much more aggressively than he was in that video you’d been watching, “Show me somethin’ baby, I fuckin’ need you,” Gojo huffs impatiently as he shifts his head back into place to meet your gaze on his screen.

You gulp, “S-Satoru, I-“

“Please?” He whines so suddenly and it has your pussy throbbing, especially with how he lifts his hips into his hand because of simply looking at your face, “Wanna see somethin’ pretty, show me your pussy, please?”

It's almost embarrassing how fast you move for your needy husband, going to prop your own phone up similar to how he’s done his and then discarding your clothes in a heartbeat.

“Spread yourself apart f’me, baby,” Gojo groans out his instructions and you’re following his every word— parting your legs wider and moving two finds to your cunt to spread your pussy apart for him.

“Mmh, like this, ‘Toru?” You utter with a slightly shaky hand and an embarrassed expression.

You see the way Gojo’s jaw sinks a little and how his brows furrow as he fists his cock faster, almost eagerly, “Juus’ like that, sweetheart-, fuck. I miss bein’ inside you,” Gojo says before tilting his head to really study your cunt, “Look how wet y’re f’me ‘nd I’m not even there, shit.”

You’ve got your pointer and ring finger holding your cunt open and you shift your middle finger to give yourself the slightest bit of relief, “It’s cause of your video..”

“Yeah?” Gojo smiles, “Y’liked watchin’ me jerk off?”

His hand slows, palm steadily traveling down along his shaft as a whine leaves him. Your pretty pussy on full display for him and making his balls twitch. He wanted to be fucking you full of him so badly.

“Uhuh,” Your softer tone hits his ears and Gojo grunts.

“Shiiit,” He breathes out before biting his bottom lip. He’d started to drool without even realizing it and his cock was dripping in cum already, “Look at that pussy leak f’me-, holy fuck.” Your husband moans, “My voice get you like this too?”

You’ve started to tease yourself with merely one finger and you can’t move your eyes away from his needy cock, “M-Mhm…” You hum.

“Aww, baby…” Gojo coos. Then you were slipping two fingers into yourself and trying your best to get off along with him, “Look at your fingers tryin’ t’please you like how I do,” He cracks a smile, “Doesn’t feel the same, does it?”

Shaking your head, “N-No, ‘Toru. I need you.”

“Hahh, need you too baby,” Gojo moans, hand picking back up. The faintest plp plp plp followed his movements as bits of cum dripped from his cockhead and onto the floor, “Look at how fuckin’ hard I am cause of you.” He huffs just before glancing down to himself.

Ah, he was making a mess but he was a bit too dazed with arousal to pay any mind to it right now.

You bite your lip and hum before tipping your head back and shutting your eyes, “Mmmh…”

“M’gonna get home and fuck you til’ we both pass out, I swear.” Gojo huffs. His voice is airy and his hand is getting a bit messy now.

Your lips part and you exhale heavily, “Can’t wait.”

“Yeah? Y’can’t wait huh?” Your husband grunts, practically fucking his cock up into his hand at this point, “Maybe I’ll get ya' pregnant so I have an excuse not t’leave you like this.”

Your legs start to close a little and you moan, “Satoru, m-mgh…”

“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” He groans pornographically into the air, “Wish I was cummin’ inside you, fuckin’ you nice ‘nd full, watchin’ you make a mess on me-, hahh… agh…” His lips quiver a bit as he gets close and he’s panting so hard that the camera is starting to fog up a little.

“T-Toru,” You whine for him— missing him oh so desperately now that you’re nearing your own orgasm.

“Yeah, mhm, m’here baby,” Gojo chants, breath heavy and hand jolting up and down his cock fervently, “C’mon, cum with me. You can do it f’me pretty girl.”

You’re nodding, he’s nodding— both of you are getting there together and whining each other’s names. Gojo’s veins are popping up on his hand with how tightly his gripping onto his cock and his mouth hangs open, eyelids heavy and vision blurring while he moans your name.

“Miss you so fuckin’ much,” Gojo groans finally before he glances to his phone to see you releasing all over your fingers— the sight leads him to cum right then and there with his kegs trembling slightly.

Fuck, he needed to get home soon.

★ Nanami Kento

You were surprised to walk in on your boss jerking off.

“Oh fuck,” Echoed into the air, his voice thick with lust as he hadn’t even noticed you’d entered his office yet.

With the way his desk was, you could see everything. His muscular thighs parted like a damn slut, cock barely tugged out of his slacks, big veiny hand working to bring himself to an orgasm.

Truth be told, it’s your fault he’s like this— his cute lil’ assistant, walking around in those tight ass skirts he’s asked you not to wear thousands of times over again. And yet you do it anyway. Maybe because you know where it gets you with your boss or maybe because you wanted a situation exactly like this.

Sure, he’s your boss but he’s also the same man that fucks you til’ you can’t walk straight whenever you request him to do so.

But this? Well, you’ve never been so aroused by walking in on a man pleasing himself before. It had to be his deep groans of your name or even the size of his cock and how it exceeded the size of his hand, how you could picture your own hands around it and how you know your hands would be so pale in comparison.

Nanami’s got his eyes shut and he’s huffing and puffing through his nose, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he stokes his cock. All he can think about is you and the way you bent over in front of him less than thirty minutes ago.

He had half a mind to call you into his office and tell you to bend over his desk the same way— thinking of fucking your tight cunt til’ you’re making too much noise and he has to shove two thick fingers in your mouth to shut you up.

“Fuuck,” It’s rare you even hear him curse so to hear his mouth so vulgar now has you swallowing hard before you lock his office door with a slight click following.

His eyes bat open and he doesn’t bother stopping because he already knew it was you who’d walked in, you’re the only one who does so without knocking.

“Sir?” You utter gently, making his face twist up in arousal.

“Here, now.” Is all he can grunt out to you.

You’re moving toward him obediently with your panties soaking the closer you get. “Mr.-“

“Kento,“ He utters, “Please, fuck-, just… hahh, say my name, sweetheart.”

“Kento,” You correct in a sultry tone, “I didn’t know you were… occupied in here. What if someone else walked in-“

Nanami rolls his eyes at you and then lets off a scoff, “No one but you would,” He huffs, “Now get on my desk.”

You freeze as you find yourself standing right beside his desk, “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself-, just…” He trails off a little once his eyes meet yours and you watch his lashes flutter while his brows pinch together, “Oh fuck, I need… hah, fuuck.”

You chew on your bottom lip before smirking and stepping past his desk, closer to him, “Need what, Ken? Get it out…” You whisper.

“Damn vixen,” Nanami groans as he tosses his head back.

Glancing down at his cock, you watch as his tip grows a bit white— cum peeping out from his fat cockhead and making you swallow thickly.

You then look back up to his face and start leaning down, placing your hands on the armrests of his chair to keep yourself up before uttering, “Do you want me to touch you?”

His response is instant, “God, yes.”

“How?” You murmur with a smirk, shifting your legs so that they straddle one of his, “How do you want me to touch you?”

Nanami opens his eyes and yet again and he grunts at how ridiculously close you are to him, “Anywhere.”

You tease, “Anywhere?”

“Yes, hurry up,” Nanami pleads. His voice nearly went desperate for you and you swore you heard something needy underlining in his tone.

Playing off of that, “Needy are we?” You comment before seating yourself on his thigh.

“Yes,” He gulps and begins to stammer while your arms wrap around his neck, “J-Just-“

Oh he can’t even finish his request before your lips are pressing into his neck and he’s groaning loudly. Cock aching for you whilst your lips move along his tensed skin. Each kiss from you earned groan after groan from him, the sound vibrating against his throat and his hand squeezing his cock tighter.

“Fuck,” Nanami curses yet again as you kiss below his sharp jawline.

“You’re one naughty man, y’know. Did you want me to catch you like this?” You murmur against his warm skin, feeling the way he tenses up to your voice.

Nodding and humming a carefully little, “Mhm,” In response, Nanami’s completely at your mercy now, silently begging for you to continue down the path you’re on.

You smile and glance down to his hand still working his cock, cunt clenching around nothing the longer you stare, “Ken…”

“Y-Yes?” He stutters a bit and mentally curses himself for it— he knows you’ll tease him more about it later.

Planting another kiss beneath his jaw, you chuckle, “You’re drippin’ onto the floor,” You utter so seductively that he just groans and throws his head back again. “Makin’ suuch a big mess all because of… what? Hm?”

“You,” He huffs, “You and that… that fucking skirt,” Nanami says through gritted teeth.

“Well,” You whisper with a slight smile still on your face, “If you have a problem with it you can always take it off of me.”

His free hand is gripping onto your waist faster than you have time to react and you let out a slight noise in surprise. Nanami’s lifting his head and angling himself to your neck, lips latching onto you as he lets out a groan like a man starved.

“Yeah?” He hushes out.

Then he’s pushing you back slightly and releasing his cock, both of you soon shoved to your feet with how quick and swift his movements are. He has you stumbling backwards until you bump into his desk and then there’s a hand grabbing at the side of your neck, tugging you into a deep kiss.

It’s hot and heavy, even as he pulls away from you and pants, lifting a thumb to drag your lower lip down, “Lay back and spread your legs for me then,” Nanami murmurs in that deep tone of his.

You gulp, “Sir, I-“

He cuts you off by slipping his thumb into your mouth, “You said I could get that skirt off of you. Don’t go back on your word and do as I said.”

Gazing at him for a singular moment longer, you lift yourself onto his desk and start parting your legs for the man. His thumb leaves your mouth and his finger is slightly wet as he places his palms to your thighs, slipping his grasp up to your hips and beneath that skirt of yours.

The fabric starts bundling up at you hips and you let out a sigh as you lean your upper half back.

Then, Nanami moves to tug at his tie and sends you a look of warning, “And don’t be too loud like last time… You don’t want others to hear how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, right?”

You release a scoff, “Says the man who was jerking off in his office.”

He freezes before smiling slightly, “Touché.”

[darlingdaisyfarm]

feeling pretty low today, so i’m turning to these two old men for a little comfort

nsfw under the cut, fem!reader

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Stan likes to call you:

sweetheart, honeybun, doll face and on occasion baby girl. when he’s feeling extra bold? princess — always with that unmistakable smirk

calls you “my good luck charm" if you help him out in the Shack, especially when he’s trying to swindle a tourist and you flash a pretty smile.

✦ “c’mere, darlin’. can’t let a fine gal like you walk around without her prince.”

✦ “ah, y’know, you’re the only reason I don’t go completely nuts in this crazy town. sometimes, doll, I think yer my only sane thought all day.” said so casually as if it’s not gonna hit you right in the heart

✦ if you get hurt (even the tiniest scratch), he’s going into dad mode: “who do I gotta knock some sense into, huh?” even if you’ll tell him it was just a clumsy accident, he’ll grumble, “well, now I’m the one hurt. bein’ all worried like that. you’re killin’ me, kid.” 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Ford likes to call you:

“dearest” when he’s feeling soft, sweetheart, darling, honey, baby

he’ll whisper “love” against your temple when he thinks you’re drifting to sleep, his voice quiet and reverent like it’s sacred to him

starlight – Ford’s been out in those other dimensions, faced down monsters and madness, but he says he’s never found anything so bright, so grounding. “c’mere, starlight, I’m not finished admiring you.”

༄ “don’t laugh, but. . . I’d chase you across universes, even if it took me another thirty years. no dimension is worth exploring without you by my side.”

༄ if you’re reading one of his journals, Ford’ll slide up behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he murmurs, “curious, are we? so, what do you think of my work?”

༄ he’s not a show-off, not by any means, but catch him fixing up a machine? he’ll lift his gaze to you, smiling. “I could teach you, you know. but you’d have to be a very attentive student.”

༄ oh, if Ford wrote about you in his journal, you know it’d be scrawled between notes on trans-dimensional theories and arcane symbols, the ink smudged in places where he hesitated, where his pen hovered just so before he let himself write the truth

“Strange anomalies detected….. not in the temporal or metaphysical sense, but in a far more personal dimension. Subject exhibits an inexplicable gravitational pull, distinct from any gravitational force I've previously documented. When I observe her, I feel an uncharacteristic deviation in my thought patterns, an accelerated heartbeat not caused by heightened blood pressure or adrenaline, but by… attraction. Confounding. She’s somehow eclipsing the most rational parts of my mind.”

And, because Ford’s words can’t capture the whole of it, there’d be tiny sketches of you, like half-finished thoughts.

nsfw

what Stan says during sex:

“Damn, honey, you’re makin’ an old man feel young again. Don’t stop.”

“You’re makin’ me wanna be a better man, but not right now, baby, not right now.”  

“Mmm, there it is— yeahh, keep doin’ that. . . feels so good, darlin’, you got no idea.”

“Makin’ all these pretty noises, huh? Lemme hear ‘em, baby. Don’t hold back on me.”

“You’re somethin’ else, y’know that? I’m gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout that pussy all week.”  

“Fuckin’ hell, don’t know if I’m gonna last much longer with you doin’ that.”  

“Look at ya, so needy for me, beggin’ to be filled. You got me so riled up, I can barely think— ah, f-fuck. . .”

 Ford:

“Ohh— sweetheart, you feel even better than I imagined, i’ve waited for this.”  

“I need you so much it scares me.”  

“You’re brilliant, utterly captivating. . . yesyesyes, keep moving like that, please.”  

“Tell me exactly what you want, darlin, I need to hear you say it.”  

“I never thought I’d feel this way again; you’ve woken something in me.”  

“God, I can’t— can’t believe you’re letting me have you. I need you so much, it hurts.”

“Mmm, god, yes. . . yes, you’re mine, all mine. . . can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

“O-oh god, you feel so tight around me, sweetheart, I can’t-can’t hold back!”

“Please, oh, please— just, just like that, don’t stop, keep. . . keep going. . .”

“I can’t help myself; I need you. I want to feel you around me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Oh gosh, I need you to take me deeper. Please, baby.”

“Tell me how good it feels; I want to hear it.”

“You feel incredible. I could stay buried inside you forever.”

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I wish I knew if any of it really means anythin. He doesn't love me n probably never will, that much I do know, but what about all the rest? The way he looks at me, bundles me up in his coat when I get too anxious n restless to sleep, the way he holds me n tells me he's gonna take care of me, does it mean anythin at all? If it's all an act then for what?

Is there a difference in the way someone cares for or is attached to a person or a pet or a toy he prefers over all the others? How can I tell the difference?

[atrwriting]

I cannot shake the thought of Logan (any era) just being infatuated with a bimbo reader! Wearing pink or light colors all the time. Short and cute little outfits that definitely get him riled up even when they don’t mean to. Basically just Logan fucking them dumb like the little bimbo they are🤭 (SORRY NOT SORRY)

anon ur onto something with this one hunni 🤌🤌

———

pretty in pink:

everyone thought that logan would only like people like a school teacher or jean — but that wasn’t always the case, no. logan’s real type? the type of girl that pushed every bad thought, memory, or nightmare from his brain? the type of girl that forced logan to remember that there were some good parts of lie? the type of girl that reminded him what it was like to be a fucking man?

a fucking angel of a woman.

oh, god — you were something. you were it for him. you had the type of innocent, doe-eyed expression that caused him to choke for a second — get the hiccups for the first time in decades. you looked soft — so soft, almost too soft for him.

he’d come to your bakery every now and then — not wanting to draw too much attention. you only wore light and bright colors, the kind that he never reached for when he had a choice. you were like bubble gum to him — sweet and light, ready for him and only him.

he didn’t want to be weird, no — he couldn’t. what if he lost you? his never ending days were growing longer, and longer and he needed something to hold onto — even if it was just a cup of black coffee and a muffin two (and if he was greedy) or three times a week.

“can’t i interest you in something else, sir?” you giggled, pausing while you rung his order. “you’re the consistent type, don’t want to fix somethin’ that ain’ broke — but i bet i could find you something you like.”

he let his lips give the faintest smile, but inside he was fucking screaming. the slight southern twang in your voice was enough for him to want to fork over his entire wallet to you. you had your pretty pastel scarves wrapped around his ankles and wrists and, ugh — would he give anything to bite into like the peach you were.

“i trust you, darlin — whatever you think i’ll like,” he rasped, trying to keep his cool.

when he saw your eyes sparkle, and a natural blush mix with the kind you brushed on — he knew he had you. even if it wasn’t as needy as the thing inside him — oh, he knew he had you.

he started coming around more and more after that — sometimes at night, right before close. hoping for the chance to take you out after. he noticed everything about you after the day he called you “darlin’” — the way your eyes raked up and down him when you first noticed him, the way your hips would sway a little bit extra in those tiny flowy skirts, and the new shade of light pink that was always on those perfect, supple lips.

oh, fuck — he was down bad for you. so bad.

it wouldn’t be for another month or two when the soft skin of your palm slipped between his fingers and pulled him into your office, under the guise of wanting to “show him around.” he could’ve tutted at the pick up line — but he didn’t care. how could he when you plopped yourself on top of your desk, and spread your knees ever so slightly?

you couldn’t help but stare as you watched the big, bad logan walk toward you with his hands in his pockets. there was a hunger in his eyes, one for more than just sweet treats. you giggled at the sight and folded your bottom lip into your mouth — tasting the subtle hint of strawberry that you hoped logan liked.

“been feeding me the best for months now, doll — you’re gonna let me thank you?”

his hands ran up and down the soft skin of your thighs, wanting oh so badly to travel underneath the thin and short skirt. you could feel the want from him, the need — because you knew it was the same as yours.

there was no time wasted when you slipped off those pretty pink panties and sling-shotted them at him. his eyes darkened when he caught them, stuffing them into his back pocket. he captured your lips in a kiss that made you arch your back into him — clinging to him for support. he couldn’t help but grab onto your perfect hips and roll them against his as the juices from your pussy leaked onto the rough denim of his jeans. you whined into his ear at the feeling, keening into his touch.

“that’s it, doll,” he spoke, thrusting two fingers past your folds. “i’ll take care of ya.”

he pushed your foreheads together, and your eyes drifted closed as your mouth hung open. he watched with an intense gaze at how those petal pink lips fell open for him — just for him. he kissed you hard, drinking in every whimper that was just for him.

he would’ve thrown your body down onto the desk and fucked you well into the night — but you wouldn’t let him, no. you were his good girl, and you wanted to please him oh so bad. you made him sit you both down on your desk chair, you bouncing on top of of his iron thighs. he made you take everything off then — your bra, panties, the world — except for those pretty pink socks and head band. your curls bounced on your shoulders, curling around the peaks of your nipples — and logan pawed at them hungrily.

your mind was frosting at this point — soft, creamy, ready to mold however he wanted you. you felt his hands roam up and down the soft skin of your abdomen, stopping to pinch at your breasts as they bounced for him, and just for him.

“that’s it, doll,” he grunted. “show me you can make a mess for me, yeah? be my good girl — that’s right —“

oh, you were — you so were. the smell and taste of him drove you mad — wanting nothing more than to have him stuff you full of his cum and have you both watch it leak out.

“please, lo —“ you whined, your back arching more as you caught the sweetest angle. “‘m so close for you —“

“fuck, that’s my girl —“ he wrapped his arms around you then, thrusting up inside your pussy. “too much for you, baby, huh? couldn’t take it?”

it sent you over the edge — causing you to fall forward and catch yourself with your hands on his shoulders. you rolled down onto his cock as the walls of your pussy tightened, tightened, and tightened. little gasps left your lips, but logan only heard them as cries — cries for him.

“yeah —“ his voice was gruff now, long and drawn out. primal even, only wanting to encourage you to let go. his hands were pulling at the flesh of your ass now, slapping at the sensitive girl. “keep cumming for me, doll. show me you can make a mess.”

“fucking god, lo —“ there were tears at your eyes now, mixing with the black of your mascara.

the sight before logan? his pretty in pink doll that liked to cook for him, crying for him because she felt so good? nothing better in the world. absolutely nothing. his balls tightened at the sight, forcing his hips up into your pussy. his lips wrapped around the tip of your nipple — sucking on it greedily as you rode out your orgasm, shivering against him. he came with another thrust, holding you down onto his cock.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he whispered, voice cracking as a bliss formed in his eyes. “so, so good for me.”

———

eeee sorry if it sucks love u <3333 -L

[erwinsvow]

not to derail at all but i see your kook!reader (cause I love it, and how catty she is) at midsummers and raise you, pogue!reader having to choose between jj and rafe, when the gang decide to ditch the party. she’s there as kie’s +1 and when the whole thing goes tits up reader is stuck between the guy she’s been crushing on for years or the kook king who clearly has the hots for her which she not against.

also, you are genuinely one of my fave writers on this hellsite 😍😍😍 notifications on and every thing

baby i am gonna sob you are SOOO nice. notifs on? i am so beyond flattered. i love u <33 this idea is GOLDEN oh my god the brainrot im having rn. im gonna try to write a little for you but i cant even put it into words

kiara said you'd make the whole thing a lot more bearable. plus, out of your little pogue group, you were her parents' unspoken favorite, so it just seemed natural for you to tag along to midsummers as her plus one.

and as much you loved your best friend and thought the world of her for inviting you, your heart was pounding your chest while you got ready in kie's bedroom, applying make up and curling your hair and putting on your best (and one of your only nice clothes) dress.

dolled up like this, you even looked the part of the kook princess that you were sure was rafe cameron's type.

even the idea of thinking about him, and impressing him or him seeing you like this, felt guilty. it made a painfully acrid taste shoot into your mouth and run through your blood—there was no one your friends hated more than the boy you'd had a crush on for as long as you can remember.

it was stupid, ever even talking to him, getting involved and sneaking off for late night drives in his truck and meeting up in hidden corners where no one else could see. that's all it was though, secret encounters and a few kisses.

you hadn't let it progress further, knowing how your friends would react, knowing how rafe is. you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to tell you you're just like your pogue friends that he hates so much. he doesn't, though, that's what makes this so much harder.

out of all your friends, the idea of one in particular finding out there was or had been or was going to be something between you and rafe made you feel dizzy and uncomfortable all over. jj was always your closest friend, always the one you relied on for everything—he had helped you countless heartbreaks and emotions and moments of doubt.

a small part of you had always thought the two of you would end up together. everyone joked about it, pope and john digging into him for carrying you home when you get too drunk or lost your shoes on the beach, kiara teasing you when she finds out jj slept over your place again.

the idea of either finding out about your attachment for the other made you feel queasy. walking into midsummers with kie, the hem of your yellow dress rustling near your thighs, you thought you were safe since only rafe would be there tonight. you thought wrong.

rafe is talking to you when jj shows up.

"y'look nice." you stare up at him, unsure of what to say. "what? now i can't say somethin' nice?"

"when do you ever say something nice?" you ask, but your smile reveals itself before you can hold it back. rafe looks at you like he could get used to seeing you like this.

"m'always nice to you. i don't know, kid, this is nice. y'should come to the club with me some time." you laugh, looking down at your shoes.

"i don't know about all that-"

"hey, you. mandatory power hour at rixon's. c'mon, princess." you turn to see jj, face bruised and knuckles bleedng. you look back at rafe, and he looks smug, it's only then you notice his messed up hair.

"jayj? what's going on?"

"rafe, i mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, go away. tryna have a talk with my girl here, so-" your face burns.

"m'sorry, your girl?"

"apology not accepted. so if you could direct yourself over there to fuck off, that would be fantas-"

"j, wha- what's going on? how long have you been here?"

"long enough for cameron over here to set his little lap dogs on me. c'mon, i'm getting kie and pope and then we gotta go-"

"but, i, i-" you stop yourself, to think about what to say, when rafe cuts you off again.

"she's not going anywhere, we're having a conversation that you interrupted, fuckin' pogue."

"botherin' pretty girls, yeah, that sounds about right. get it through your thick skull, bud, she's not interested-"

"um, guys-" rafe shrugs, staring back at jj.

"that's not what she said last night. or the night before. so how about you do yourself a favor-"

"fuck's he talking about, princess?" jj looks at you, and you look at him, and then rafe, head spinning.

"yeah, kid, the fuck is he talkin' about?"

the glass in your hand drops and shatters when you faint and fall over.

[jay-is-dead1]

"Buy yourself somethin’ pretty, Toots"

Summary: SUGAR DADDY SCHLATT SUGAR DADDY SCHLATT Warnings: not exactly a warning but reader is afab Word Count: 1.1k words Author's note: There wasn't enough sugar daddy schlatt fics so i did it myself, and please be nice, this is my first fic in a HOT minute. Also cut me some slack, Schlatt is probably mildly ooc.

You slowly sip from the whiskey glass in front of you. Your best friend, Emilia, chattin it up some guy next to the two of you as you rest on one of the stools from your local bar. The music was practically blaring a song you didn't seem to recognize.

You begged Emilia not to take you tonight, but she insisted that since you had just gotten through a rough breakup that you needed a "rebound" but you weren't much of a one-night stander, but here you were, dolled up in a skin-tight black dress, sitting alone at the bar, it was nice to be out and feeling sexy again, but you weren't really up for going out at the time, especially in your rough mental state.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom" You basically call out to Emilia before getting up from the stool without a response, she was too fucked up already and she was too deep in her conversation to hear you, you didn't care for a response anyway, you weren't being stopped with or without one.

You push your way through the large crowd of people, most of them unknowing to your fight to the bathroom as they were too drunk and too stupid to notice, but after a long battle you finally push open the door to the bathroom. It smelled of puke and hard liquor from girls before you having their night ruined by getting sick from the mix of drinks and the cardio of dancing all night. You sigh and rest your hands on the cold marble sinks, the bathroom was nice, it was well lit and it didn't look at all how it smelled, thankfully. You look at yourself in the mirror, you sigh softly and try to get out of your own mind, you wanted to have fun tonight, you deserved it, you gave yourself a small but needed mental peptalk before heading back out of the bathroom. After fighting your way through the crowd again you find your stool and order yourself another drink.

"You come here often?" A low voice pulls you out of your head again and you laugh at the cliche.

"Sadly." You reply and you get a low chuckle out of the man before you finally give him a small glance, he was handsome for sure, you couldn't quite pinpoint what made him so attractive though. It wasn’t just the curly brown hair, or the mutton chops that grew down his face, you weren’t exactly attracted to facial hair often, but something about this man.. it all suited him perfectly. You could entertain him for the night honestly. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen ya here before though, I’d think I would remember someone like you being here.” He spoke with a soft chuckle, he was obviously very intoxicated and you could only wish to be on his level by the end of the night.

“Yeah?” You can’t help but softly laugh through your words. “And why is that?”

“Cause your hot.” He replied, his words were slurred through his drunkenness. You burst out into a laugh and once you regained yourself you found yourself staring into the man’s offended eyes. “Okay buddy. Whatever you say.” You shook your head as you continued to hold back your laugh. You were sure being entertained by him and it was actually pretty nice. “So.. what’s your name?” You continued your conversation with him and found out his name was Schlatt, it was unique but still a nice name. You exchanged names and held the conversation until you found yourself being led onto the dance floor with him. You let the night flow under the bright LEDs, you danced without leaving any room for jesus inbetween, but with Schlatt you were truly having fun and enjoying yourself, drunk or not. 

After a while you finally grew tired, you were too drunk to drive back home but Schlatt said his place wasn’t too far from the bar so you headed out into the city. As you walked, your feet began to ache from the heals.

“Hold on,” You spoke breathlessly and plopped yourself onto the cold concrete and struggled with your heals until you heard Schlatt’s oh so familiar voice. 

“C’mere.’ You look up to find him patting his thigh so he could help you. “I think you’re worse than me at this point, toots.” He joked as he undid and slid off both of your heels, he then took your hand and pulled you up as he dangled your heels from his fingers as you continued the journey to his house. 

“Thanks Schlatt.. for taking care of me” You spoke softly as you looked ahead of you, the only light coming from the posts every couple of yards, and a few neon lights coming from the bars that were still open down the street you walked upon.

“Of course, it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to leave a dame like you in distress.” He joked, but there was a sincerity behind his voice that made your stomach do flips. You looked down at your bare feet before you heard him speak up again. “This is it.”

You look up from your feet as you walk into the driveway of a decently sized two-story house. It seemed a little extensive for one man to be living alone in. It was also incredibly nice, there were fancy cars in the open garage, you couldn’t help but stare at it all until you reached the front door. He fumbled with his keys a little before finally unlocking it and walking in, and holy shit if you thought the outside was nice you couldn’t believe the inside. 

It was marvelous. Your eyes seemed to shine simply from the inside of it, you felt like you were breathing million dollar air. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” Schlatt brought you out of your trance, you nod slowly and look over at him. 

“Nice is an understatement.” He laughed softly and nodded to your words, he took your hand softly and led you up the stairs to his room, it was large with a king or queen sized bed in the middle, you couldn’t really tell, and few doors on the inside that you could only assume was to the bathroom and one to his closet, you didn’t even want to see how large the two of them were compared to everything else in this glorious house.

You don’t know why it just dawned on you now, but Schlatt was rich rich.

Well part one is finally here, if you've made it this far then thank you and I hope you enjoyed!!

[sniigura-archive]

i found somethin i digged out

Adam groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cums. He yanks on your hair, “You fuckin tease- little shit-” He hisses as you giggle, shrugging, “Oh baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about” You coo, fingertips ghosting the tip of his cock and he groans,

“If you’re gonna fuck me, do it right.” He hisses and you scoop up the cum with your fingers, lapping the fluid off your fingers and off Adam’s thighs.

“Mmm.. salty..” you whisper, and Adam glares at you.

“Fuckin clean it up bitch, not a drop left on me” He hisses as you nod, licking the cum off his hot skin, when there’s nothing left you lick Adam’s stomach, moving up to lick at his neck. “Shit- you- fuckkk.. Fuckin.. Vixen.. Hah oh fuck~” He pants, hands moving to your thighs, squeezing the flesh, groaning at the way the skin felt so hot under his touch.

Adam hisses, a hand sliding up your body, up to your tits, pinching and rolling the hard nipple under his fingers, grinning when you moan against his neck.

“A-Adam…” you groan as he flips you, pinning you to the bed.

“I think I ought to loosen you up huh doll? You gotta get all loose for this cock. Wouldn’t wanna hurt your pretty pussy…” He whispers, grinning as two fingers press against her clit. Adam licks his bottom lip when he notices your arousal fluids dripping all over his fingers. He chuckles when you grab onto his shoulders as he scissors you open. “Oh come on doll. What’s wrong angel? You gotta get all loose for me baby.” He coos. 

Adam laughs, when he pulls away from sucking hickeys on your skin to watch tears spring into your eyes and slide down your now, bright gold cheeks. “What’s wrong babe? You want my dick? Want me to fuck you stupid. Make you into my bimbo little slut?” He grins when you moan, nodding. “Really flipped the roles here. I don’t mind tho.” He hums, sitting up to pull you into his lap, tip of his cock brushing against your folds.

“Ready?”

“Yea.”

“Atta girl.” He grins, sliding his cock into your cunt, the pair moaning out in unison when he bottoms out. “Oh fuck- fuck- fuck fuck fuck- oh shit babe- you’re so- hng- tight and fuck I’m gonna breed this tight pus-” He babbles, looming over his body, grabbing onto your tits and rutting his cock deep into you, grinning when you arches your back and locks your legs around his waist.

“You look so fuckin sexy like this. Takin’ my cock so well- fuck I’m gonna cum in ya and make you round with my babies- shit” He moans, wings unconsciously flapping and he groans, “Best pus in all of Heaven…” He pants grinning when you choke out a sob, back arching.

“How is it? How's the original dick treatin ya? Feel good?”

“Ha- Yea! So good! Mnn-” You moan out, grabbing onto his face, smashing your lips against his. Tongue sliding across lips, cock head bullying that sweet spot, making you see stars. “I’m gonna cum.”

Adam pants. “In me. Cum in me.” You whisper and Adam nods.

“I had no intention of pullin out babes.” He groans the last few thrusts, making him spill into you, causing you to clench around him and cum with him. Adam’s hands grabbing onto your hips, pushing you down as he pants. “Shit. You are so- fuckin… Hot.” He grins.

…

“Again?”

…

“Yea.."

-🧪

you guys are way better writers than me

10/10 please start ur own fanfiction blog and send me the @ 😭😭😭 i’m begging 🙏🏻

[anarchy-n-glitter]

Bring the Pain

SUMMARY: Chucky and Daphne talk things out after he shows up in her living room unannounced. He tells her he's dying and needs her help.

WORDS: 3,649

(PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE)

CHAPTER 2

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Chucky couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed by her reaction. 

“It’s been years and that’s how you greet me?” He gawked, feigning hurt and bringing a stubby, plastic hand to his plush chest. The way he blinked and moved so slowly unnerved her. “You made it hard to find you, by the way.”

“Maybe that’s cause I didn’t want you finding me?” She took another good look at the living doll. “You look like shit.” She remarked coldly, placing the iron doorstop on the ivory end table beside the loveseat. She watched the doll wearily as he began to comb his hand through his thinning hair. 

“Hey quit shedding on my chair! I want my place to look decent.” 

Chucky looked around slowly, holding back a laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry doll, I’ll keep the place spiffy. My hair would go great next to last week’s dirty dishes on the counter!” He howled. “Wait, wait… maybe it’ll look nice in the dirty laundry corner!” He continued to cackle obnoxiously loud, slapping his tiny knee and kicking his feet. Daphne rolled her eyes, despite the tears that seemed to flood them at the sound of his laugh again. He continued on, listing everything gross about her apartment, pointing out everything she had begun to feel insecure about lately. His laughter died down finally with a wheeze and a small coughing fit that had the woman furrowing her brow. 

“Anyway, disgusting fucking apartment aside,” he groaned, struggling to get to his tiny feet as his plastic body made popping noises she never thought she’d hear from a doll.  His sky blue eyes met her emerald ones and for the first time in 35 years she felt a spark. 

A spark with a doll? Be so for real Daphne. 

“Me looking like shit is exactly why I’m here.” Chucky gestured awkwardly to his barely two-foot tall self. “I’m dyin’, Daph.” She bit the inside of her lip. Hard. 

He had to be lying, there was no way a slimy bastard like Chucky was dying. Daphne glared at him, trying so hard to find where he would be lying. In the brighter light of the lamp she could see he was far worse off than she originally thought. Crows' feet bordered his sunken eyes and wrinkles were apparent on his forehead. In the dull, thinning forest of auburn were small strips of wispy white. He looked like he aged 15 years, which was actually better than she expected.

“I mean, you’re aging.” Daphne stated simply, shrugging. She couldn’t say why he was aging, she wasn’t as well versed in this voodoo stuff as he was, but she couldn’t say for sure that he was dying. For all she knew, this was just another one of his fucked up manipulation tactics. 

“No shit, captain obvious.” He growled. “I went to see some witch doctor-” He stopped abruptly at the sound of her giggling. Rolling his eyes, he continued: “And he said Damballa is pissed because of an exorcism.” Daphne tilted her head curiously.

“An exorcism?”

“Yeah, these asshole kids tried to expel certain parties from a certain doll. Well, certain parties are not pleased.” Oh, oh, this was too good. 

“So because of that Damballa think’s you’ve abandoned him?” The doll nodded. Daphne held back another laugh. “And you want me to risk pissing him off more to help you?” 

“Well, yeah.” Chucky stated simply. He gestured to her. “I mean, come on Daph, you look great! It’s clear you’re doin’ somethin’ right.” 

Daphne looked away to hide the way her cheeks grew red at his compliment. “Duh, that’s cause I stay away from catholics.” 

“Those kids were not catholic!”

“Even worse.” She answered as she walked into the kitchen. She heard the thud! of Chucky jumping off the chair onto the hardwood floor and the hilarious patter of his tiny feet shortly after. Somehow, despite the change in his stature and circumstance, he felt like nothing changed. Daphne still had a sharp tongue and the banter with her really got him going.

Whether that was good or bad depended… and in this context it worked him up in a bad way. 

“You shouldn’t walk away from me when we’re talking, babe. It’s rude.” An amused smile crossed Daphne’s dark lips. 

“Or what? You’re gonna kick my shins till I die?” She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn’t necessarily care. She’d love to see what he’d do.  She knelt down in front of the homicidal doll, a wide smile on her face. 

“You are treading on some thin fucking ice, doll.” He warned in a tone that used to send shivers down her back. Depending on the context it was either from fear or arousal, but now she tried not to laugh. She saw the anger boiling inside him, the frown on his cherub-like face, and it made it all the funnier. 

“Chuck, I’m not afraid of you.” Daphne stated simply, pinching at his plastic cheeks. I never have been. “If I’m being honest, I don’t know how anyone is.” She stood up straight and went back to the sink, trying her best to tidy up after he pointed out every little thing wrong with her apartment. 

Things had really gone downhill since Tess died.

Daphne scrubbed away at the dishes, one by one and placed the slightly cleaner glassware on the counter above the dishwasher. She opened the dishwasher and glanced inside, realizing she never unloaded the damn thing from the last time she ran it… which was two whole weeks ago. She shook her head as she collected the clean dishes and placed them in the cabinets, nearly forgetting the murderous doll was still wandering about her apartment.

Chucky was a lot harder to keep track of now.

She had finally gotten the dishwasher cleared when she felt a sharp, burning pain in her back. All she could do was freeze for a moment, choking on her words as her nerves were set aflame. That little fucker had climbed on her back and was feverishly stabbing her in the back - what else was new?

“Fuck!” Daphne flung him onto the counter and stood up straight, feeling the warmth of her blood trickle down her back. A shaking hand reached behind her and pulled the knife from its place, and she dizzily examined the blade. This knife was from the dishwasher! She thought to herself in a haze. Chuck, you’re in for it now.

Slowly, like all wounds, the slashes in her back began to mend on their own. Skin and muscle joining together, melting into one, as blood gushed down her back. It hurt like hell and Daphne had to grit her teeth to not scream. She found that this little party trick didn’t quite have the same effect on people if she showed them it hurt. The doll that laid on her counter slowly began to sit up, watching Daphne closely. She huffed indignantly as she palmed her back again, finding holes in her favorite leather top. 

“You ruined my favorite shirt, you little shit!” Daphne threw the knife toward the living room, not caring where it landed. Chucky looked up at her in awe, a wicked smile coming to his face finally. 

“That amulet does a lot more than just keep you young, doesn’t it?” His question came off more like a statement. He knew now, he didn’t need her to say anything. It was annoying knowing that he couldn’t threaten her when she got on his nerves now, but it did explain why she so comfortably laughed in his face. 

It reminded him of Tiffany, though she eventually paid for not taking him seriously. 

Daphne straightened up, looking all too smug for someone who was just stabbed. “No shit, captain obvious.” She spat his words back at him. Chucky howled with laughter.

“I missed you, Daph.” He finally said, wiping tears from his eyes. Daphne paused, watching him wearily and wrapping her arms around herself. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She swallowed.

“I missed you too.” Daphne whispered, self conscious. 

“Finish doin’ the dishes and come talk. I got a favor to ask of ya.” And with that, the doll slid off of the counter and scurried off to the living room. 

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The words from his plastic lips felt surreal. A plan, an insane plan, one that only he could come up with and think he could get away with. Six souls; six sacrifices, that was the prescribed solution to Chuck’s problem according to the doctor he saw. The only problem with that seemed to be that Chuck had already taken six lives… actually it may have been more than six, he said he’d lost count. 

Cloudy blue eyes stared up at her, unblinking, as she tried to determine the best course of action. 

“So let me get this straight,” Daphne began, exasperated. “Your first set of sacrifices failed so your grand idea is to go to the White House and try again?”

The doll nodded eagerly, and in his gruffer-than-usual tone he answered: “Yeah, see? You get it.” No, she really didn’t.

“Just like that, huh?” She asked sarcastically, her arms still crossed over her chest. “What makes you think it’ll even work? What if Damballa’s really pissed at you?” There was something more to her tone this time. It could almost be mistaken for tenderness. 

Daph was a changed woman, that much Chucky knew, but he had to wonder how much of his old flame still burned under her icy exterior. 

“He wants something big, Daph. What else is bigger than-”

“It’s delusional.” She cut him off. “Yeah, you could get away with it, but you’re asking me to go with you. I’ll get caught, then what? You keep going and I rot in jail? You get to discard me again like it’s nothin’?” 

So that’s what this was about.

“I have a plan.” Chucky muttered, and despite his epiphany he was still finding it hard not to be irritated with Daphne’s refusal. 

“Oh great! You have a plan!”

“Just get me there!” He finally shouted. The doll took a moment, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. “And if you really don’t want to stick around you don’t have to.”

Daphne took a moment to think over his words. She still wasn’t sure if he was being honest, after all, it was really easy for him to say she can leave when she wants. Unfortunately for him, she knew Chuck like the back of her hand. Of course, several things had changed over the years clearly, and if he truly was dying…

He did go out of his way to find her. He clearly needed her help desperately. Part of her feared that abandonment, that familiar feeling that came with being used and disposed of. Maybe it would be different, given that he was a doll as of right now and the reason him leaving hurt so much the first time was because she felt he used her body and left her when it was convenient. Technically he was still using her body but in a completely different way - this was more like doing a friend a favor. 

Daphne’s emerald stare narrowed.

“And where’s Tiff in all this?” There it was. The doll grimaced. 

“That’s a long story.” 

“When’s it not?” Daphne scoffed. She listened intently as Chucky explained the last twenty-ish years. He went into detail, explaining how Tiffany found him after his dismembering, how she wanted him to marry her and how that absolutely wasn’t in the cards at the time. He talked about how he electrocuted her in the bathtub, then the soul transferring, and the cross country road trip that somehow ended with a knocked up doll and a surprise resurrection from their gender fluid kid. 

Somehow, Daphne felt herself growing jealous. 

It was a weird feeling that left her all kinds of confused, but when she thought of the last twenty years for herself she felt… hollow. She wanted to rekindle some sort of love, feel the same burning passion she felt with Chuck with someone else. The closest she had gotten was when she was the third in a throuple out in Santa Carla, which even that didn’t last. She didn’t like staying up all night and sleeping all day. 

Then of course there was Tess. 

“Anyway, she swapped bodies with Jennifer Tilly and took the kids, but then we got back together and she helped me terrorize the Pierce’s one last time. Shipped me right to their house. I ended up sending Sarah’s kid to the nuthouse and from there I possessed her.” He stopped for a second, his brow furrowing, forehead wrinkling. “Then that fuckin’ exorcism happened.”

Daphne was still taken back at the mention of Sarah Pierce. That was a name she hadn’t heard in a while, and man was she pissed when she heard about it the first time. He wasn’t even the one to tell her… it was Tiff. 

He shook his head. “Anyway, Tiff broke me outta the nuthouse and helped me build an army of, well, me. I said something, she got pissed off and took my head off, and well here we are. I haven’t spoken to her in a year or so. I did hold her at gunpoint when I was Nica not too long ago but that didn’t last long.” 

“Sounds about right.” Was all she could muster. That hollow feeling in her chest came back and weighed heavily on her. She felt the lump in her throat as her mind repeated the same thing over and over again: you will never be the first choice.

There was a part of her that fought it though, the more naive part of her mind that somehow survived through it all. He probably stuck around with her cause it was convenient, it said, she was the one to find him and bring him back. Daphne sighed. You made it hard to find you, remember?

She wanted to snap back at the invisible voice, to tell it that he didn’t even try before all this, but with the risk of looking insane and vulnerable in front of Chucky she chose not to.

They sat in silence while she pondered the possibilities, the logistics of it all, and she could feel his blue eyes on her even when she turned her back. Luckily she knew as long as she had her amulet there were no risks of her being killed and waking up in a doll like Tiff, and she missed Chucky as much as she hated to admit it… maybe a road trip would be fun? 

The strawberry blonde looked back at the doll. 

“Fine. I’ll take you.” She said finally, and a large smile broke out on the doll’s face. 

“Yes! I promise, doll, you won’t regret this.” He hopped off of the couch, standing at his full 3 foot height. “It’ll be just like old times, Daphne and Chucky.” 

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She was being led somewhere downtown, her hand held tightly in the warm grip of her boyfriend as they made their way down sprawling sidewalks. She was in her cutest date outfit, face done up in dark makeup and platinum hair in two ponytails. Her large boots made it hard for her to keep up with him. 

It was fall, and in her short skirt she was freezing her ass off, but she’d never say anything. She wanted to look cute for him. 

Grey skies hung over their heads, making the tall buildings of Chicago look much darker than they usually did. It wasn’t like Eddie to take her out in the middle of the day, but he said he wanted to show her something. She had lied to her parents, saying she was going to the mall with Miranda, and she found the act of sneaking around like that thrilling. She only hoped Miranda wouldn’t call the house and spoil everything. 

He led her to an old apartment building, up a few flights of stairs, and to an old, splintered door. He knocked twice and waited for what felt like an eternity. There was a sound on the other side of the door like someone was undoing a few locks, and then they were greeted by the face of a woman with platinum blonde hair. It matched Daphne’s own hair. The woman’s dark eyes scanned over both of them, and just as Eddie went to step forward she slammed the door in his face. 

Daphne furrowed her brow in confusion, thinking maybe they were at the wrong apartment offhandedly as her eyes wandered from the door to the rundown halls of the building. The beige paint on the walls was peeling and the carpet they stood on was covered in stains. It looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed in ages, and the bearding had been thinned so much it was almost down to the mat. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a baby crying. 

The woman reappeared with an irritated expression. 

“Eddie, get in here.” Her voice was high pitched and almost whisper-like, but Daphne could hear the annoyance in her tone. Eddie stepped forward, Daphne’s hand still tightly in his. The woman shook her head. “No, she stays outside.” 

The duo looked at each other, but all Eddie could do was shrug. 

“Sorry.” He said, letting go of her hand. “Gimme a second, ‘kay? I promise you won’t be out here all day.” And with that he disappeared behind the old door. 

Daphne suddenly felt all too exposed in that hallway. She had no idea where she was, or who was in the building, and there she was standing in front of this door which likewise had people she didn’t know inside. She figured these were friends of Eddie’s, but the way the woman looked at her, the way she wasn’t immediately let inside… it filled her with an uneasy feeling.

Years later she would look back on this moment and she would beg herself to leave - to listen to that feeling and get as far away as possible. There was a darkness behind that door and she knew all too well that it would swallow her if she stayed where she was.

But she did stay. 

After a few minutes she sighed and sat down beside the door, bringing her knees to her chest so she could rest her head. She was tired, a late night before all of this really wasn’t a great idea. She could see the chipped, black nail polish on her nails and began to absentmindedly pick at it, hoping she could remove a majority of it and repaint them later. 

A few more minutes ticked by slowly before Eddie peeked his head out from the doorway, looking down at her with that boyish charm that attracted her in the first place. “Hey Daph, you can come in now.”

She let him lead her through the door into the dimly lit apartment. The walls were a turquoise color with white trim that was turning an odd shade of yellow. The lamps in the living room gave off a soft orange hue that made the place seem a lot cozier than its tenants. Now she could see the woman in full, and she wore a simple black dress with a red, cropped leather jacket. She was standing beside a man with long, dark hair, and his back was turned to them.

“So, yeah, this is Daphne.” Daph gave a small, shy wave. Eddie turned back to her. “Daph, this is Tiffany and-” 

The man finally turned around, his blue eyes meeting Daphne’s green and suddenly she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. His hair was curly, and it spilled almost perfectly over his shoulders. He wore a plain, white t-shirt that was tucked neatly into his black slacks. She found herself taken by his sharp jawline and perfectly sculpted cheekbones. He walked over slowly, hands in his pockets. 

“This is Charles. He goes by Chucky now.” She wished she never met him - truly she did. Yet, that day she found herself swooning over him. He hardly said a word to her the entire time, merely watching her with intense eyes as she listened to Eddie and sometimes Tiffany. 

Charles sat across from her in an armchair, and beside him on the arm of the chair was Tiffany. Daphne, at first, found Tiffany to be nice enough. She was outgoing and complemented Daph’s outfit, and she seemed enthralled with Eddie’s story of how he met Daph. The younger woman couldn’t help but notice he left out her age. 

Sure, her birthday was in a few weeks, but that didn’t change the fact that she was seventeen now. 

Eddie stopped rambling for a moment, looking at an almost zoned out Charles. “You okay over there?” He asked finally, snapping the older man out of it. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Charles began, his voice gruff. It nearly sent shivers down Daphne’s spine. “I was just thinkin’ Daphne would look great with red hair.” 

Tiffany’s eyes lit up. 

“Wait, Chucky, you’re so right!” She exclaimed. She hopped onto her feet and traipsed over to Daphne, taking her blonde, curly locks into her hands. “I can dye this for you if you want.” 

Daphne never broke eye contact with Charles. There was a look in his eye, something unreadable. It looked like he was encouraging her to say yes. She stumbled over her words. 

“Y-yeah. Sure. I’d like that.” She ripped her gaze away from him and met eyes with Tiffany, smiling awkwardly at her. 

She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She wished she left the hallway when she had the chance.

[charizardstolemynickname]

TOH S3 EP3 REACTION, AKA, THE SERIES FINALE PEOPLE!!!!!!!

I have no idea how long this will take me, just as a warning idk how long it will take me to watch and write all this, its about an hour long episode so

LETS GO!

Woah, instantly, King's dad maybe?? Or just some other titan guy is telling Luz to wake up from maybe the mirror realm thing established? Cool!

Now Luz, how the hell did you get there? "How did I get here?" LUZ DON'T STEAL MY QUESTION

Oh fuck she is in the emporer's.. temple? Already forgot the name, but i assume its some sort of dream as, this was destroyed? By the collector? Who knows really

WOAH guys, Bump as stone ain't funky, i actually came around to liking that guy, they were dolls last time we saw them!!!! Definitely some form of dream

"Don't you remember?" From Amity CONFIRMED to me that its a dream, there is 0 way we are gonna witness a breakup this episode, I refuse

Amity looks so good with this hair I can't lie, idk if I have commented on this before, but if so, I will say it again, she rocks it! And I want her moon necklace and shoes, that's a given

"This isn't a dream, it is a nightmare!" Love that it took until her girlfriend was trying to kill her for her to realise, fucking love Luz man

EDA!!! LOVELY TO SEE YOU, as always. HARPY EDA`1 ...In prison. Well, it is a lovely call back to season 1 episode 1 so I will accept it!

AAHHHH Her first thought after seeing her mum and sister is "THANK GOD, now lets go find king" I LOVE TOH FAMILY

"Dangerous beasts need to be kept in cages" I know this is a dream, but Lilith queen, you ARE a DANGEROUS BEAST TOO, Eda come on, don't fall for this, have a lightbulb moment like Luz

WOAH DON'T BRING HER DAD INTO IT! DON'T DO THAT TO MY GIRL,, she will cry! Collector (I assume its you) THIS ISN'T VERY NICE

King: *gets jump scared by the guy who is trying to kill him and his species and who wear's his family's skulls"

Also King: "Bill! You crazy jerk! How did I get here?" THAT IS AN UNDERREACTION KING....... See, I TOLD YOU it was an underreaction! He is now trying to decapitate you!

WILLOW! Well. What else did you expect from a nightmare Luz?

GUS! GOD I love Gus, even mean dream Gus is iconic, what a performer

HUNTER! "He was more than a paslisman, he was my best friend." ....guys I won't lie, its a bit difficult to still be in denial about Flapjack, ngl.

.....The challenging to a witch's battle thing made the really intense moment, really not tense anymore because it feels like something out of like harry potter or something

"bip. boop." .....Luz, bestie, what are you doing, because whatever it is, its hilarious. "But you aren't amity!" WE ESTABLISHED THIS BRO, whether its a dream/nightmare or some illusion, IT DOESN'T MATTER, it still isn't real.... maybe she was making a joke when she said nightmare.

OOO PUPPET STRINGS! Cute.

Woahhh rubix cubes exist here?! KING EDA AND LUZ REUNITED, "Are you both really here?" AHSUHDKLDF fuck I will cry

"Ray-Ray" I HOPE WE ALL STEAL THIS NICKNAME FOR RAINE

"King is going to hate me for this" AWWWWW, I mean. Totally not aww, the collector is doing evil things. "My powers don't work on king." "The dog?" "Yeah, cause he is a titan" the Collector just told Belos the biggest fucking news, but also Belos calling King the dog just makes me think that King is like scooby doo or somethin

HEY DON'T HIT FRANCOIS, fucking bully you are Belos, that was not cool!

ABSJHNFEOFN OWLBERT AND STRINGBEAN FRIENDS, AND EDA BEING EXCITED ABOUT LUZ'S PALISMAN!

"....Do you not understand what death means to mortals?" Well. As an immortal, probably not, but as a KIDDO, definitely not, again, feel bad for the Collector, if only we get just stick our heads back on after we chop them off (Eda can legit do that tho wait-)

RAINE you are back! Oh well, you were. "Annoying powerful" just say you are jealous broski, Raine IS great, love them

OOOO Amity is moving, slowly. Huh.

ARE THEY PLAYING PACMAN?! AND NOW MARBLES!? Awww, see, they are just a kiddo!

JENGA! Iconic group of games. Poor Collector just wants toys and friends bless them

"The archivists, my siblings" Man, TMA fan in me was like "JON IS YOUR SIBLING?! Makes sense."

......AWWW. WAIT WHAT NO. Okay. so BASICALLY, the Collector's siblings went "go play with the titans, we don't like you" blah blah, and THEN when the collector goes and plays with the titans (especially the little guys, like King) THE SIBLINGS GOT UPSET SO KILLED OFF EVERY TITAN?! But King's dad went to the Collector "YOU are the bad guy, I am hiding king from you and trapping you" DAMN IT

"I know its just pretend, but I don't care, i will pretend for as long as I want"...... Okay well again, THERE IS NO NEED FOR THE HARD HITTING LINES BRO

RAINE ARE YOU BACK?! Hell yeah, bard magic is sick, HELL YEAH, Raine pal don't injure yourself BUT GO SAVE EDA i think Belos means Eda anyway

...this isn't King's heart is it? Like, how would that work? Maybe its King's dad's heart? Idk

NOOO THE GOO GOT ONTO THE HEART, Belos that was mean, BUT RAINE YOU DID SO WELL, IGNORE BELOS YOU DID AMAZINGLY

OKAY so it isn't King's heart, that's good, i was confused

NOOOOOOo STEVE IS A PUPPET, well the whole island is, but still, STEVE I MISS YOU

"None of us felt like we fit in. So we decided to not fit in together" GOD YOU ARE HURTING MY FOUND FAMILY HEART IN THE BEST WAY

TITAN MAGIC!!?? King bestie YOU CAN DO IT

Belos I am being deadly serious what is your plan, I don't get it, you wanna kill all witches and demons, sure, but this is just making the area ugly, turning it into the dead coral reef ain't going to help

...................Okay Belos you are just ugly now. How do you keep getting uglier, its shocking

....................."You just need kindness and forgiveness huh" COLLECTOR BESTIE, OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO THAT WOULD WORK ON, BELOS IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T

"But i thought I was doing the right thing" OH MY DARLING COLLECTOR, MY KIDDO, how do you explain this to him, why is THIS the closest i have got to tears

LUZ BESTIE. If I had a nickel everytime Luz got almost turned to some form of stone in a season finale by Belos, I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't a lot, but its weird that it happened twice, right?

.......Alright so why is this not solving itself, am I going to have to wait until the finale minutes to see how Luz gets un-coral-ified?!

WHERE DID SHE GO, okay well now the Collector has a tiny sparkley thing of Luz she will survive, no idea how but still

DOES EVERYONE KNOW THIS IS LUZ, I would be mad as fuck if my ashes were being floated across the city, like, damn, do I not get privacy in death?!

EDA AND KING GOING FERAL BECAUSE OF LUZ'S TEMPORARY DEATH IS ALL I NEED AIUSDAOWDEJWAOR

Poor collector, he is just a kiddo, he doesn't understand, bless him

waIT NO DON'T LET GO OF LUZ, SHE IS NOT REALLY GONE DUMBASS

SEE! The little sparkley thing is vibing, in the mirror, realm bit

OH ARE WE AT THE BEGINNING AGAIN! WOO........ Okay why does King's dad have a mini Hooty in his eye and have a "Bad girl coven" t-shirt?! I LOVE HIM, but why is he so short? Is it because they aren't in normal realm so size is weird?

"I am both King and Queen, best of both things" IS THAT A HANNA MONTANNA REFERENCE?!?! IS KING'S DAD A HANNA MONTANNA FAN!? also does that mean gender is just, none existant here? SLAYY

"What? Have you been drinking Eda's homemade apple blood?" BEST RESPONCE TO THAT QUESTION

WAIT DON'T DIE KING'S DAD, NOOOOOOOOOO

.....Does this make Luz a titan? Temporarily one. "Eda the owl lady? Send her my regards. Big fan" AKJFSNFJ:EDOFL

Okay so yeah, he is huge, did think so.

RIP KING'S DAD, I WILL MISS YOU AHHHHHHHH

I will end it here for part one, its now been an hour and a half since I first started the episode and I am half way through so!

[simpingandshitposting]

For Your Eyes Only

Dabi X f!Reader

A/N: Alright, i know It's very late in the day. I meant to post it this morning but i fell asleep before i finished it last night and my little adhd brain kept getting distracted while working on it today.😭 But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my nasty birthday smut for my baby boy<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), throat fucking, creampie, praise kink, use of restraints, use of a vibrator, pantie sniffing, choking, hair pulling, very slight anal fingering, spit kink, dacryphilia, slight ownership kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, heavy Dom/sub and a pussy whipped dabi <3

Word Count: 3k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili @malewifetouya

Dabi did not like celebrating his birthday. It took you months of bagering and begging just to get him to tell you the day. "Why should I be excited about being one year closer to death?" He'd say, giving you every excuse in the book as to why you should just let it go.

"C'mon Dabs! Just tell me when your birthday is!" He gave an aggravated growl. "I don't understand why you care so much." He looked over to you, glaring before he saw the puppy dog eyes you gave him. He rolled his eyes, tongue in cheek. "Ugh fine! If I tell you will you shut the fuck up about it?" You nodded, smiling excitedly. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose at how much you annoyed him. "January 18th." He spoke. Your eyes lit up. "That's next week!"

"Don't you dare go getting any fuckin' ideas, got it?"

"But-"

"But nothing, I don't want you to make a big deal out of my birthday." You pouted, shifting your gaze to the floor. His expression softened. "Listen y/n..." He started, speaking low as he lifted your chin to look at him. "I get you wanna do something for me, I know how you are." He gave a soft smile, thinking about all the things you've done to 'emotionally take care of him' as you liked to put it. "I've just got a lot of not-so-fun memories when it comes to my birthday. So I'd rather just treat it like any other day." He paused, searching for a response but you still pouted. He lifted your chin to make you look at him. "Please, baby?" He mocked your pouting in an attempt to get you to crack. You nodded. "Okay, I guess I won't plan you an extra-special birthday extravaganza surprise party." You joked, bringing a laugh out of him. "God, that sounds like an absolute nightmare." You laughed too as he pulled you into a hug. "Oh, and don't mention anything to the rest of the league okay? They don't know my birthday either, and I'd like to keep it that way." You nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Okay, it'll stay between us."

You did do as he asked and kept this new found information to yourself. And you would keep it low-key on his birthday, nothing too extreme. However you definitely didn't plan on doing absolutely nothing.

~

Dabi and Toga had just come back from a short little mission. Nothing too flashy, just scouting some possible places for the next attack. Most days when he'd come back to the hideout, you'd be on the couch in the common area, or maybe working on something with Giri behind the counter...but not today.

As the two entered the room, Toga noticed a small black box sitting on the bar counter. She went to look at it and saw a little note card. It had Dabi's name on it with a little heart drawn over the i. "Dabi?"

"Whatd'ya want, brat?" He answered from across the room. "There's a box for you on the counter, I think it's from y/n 'cause theres a heart on it." Dabi froze for a moment. 'Goddammit, I told her not to do anything for my birthday.' He thought to himself. He turned and met Toga at the bar counter. "Gimme that!" He snatched the note card from her hands. "Dabi (for your eyes only<3)" Yep. That was definitely your handwriting. He glanced over to the blonde, who still stood there, peering over his shoulder out of curiosity. "What are you still doing here? go play with dolls or somethin'." Toga grunted. "I don't play with dolls! I'm not a kid!"

"Yes you are, now get out of here and mind your business." He retorted. Toga huffed, irritated as she stomped out of the room. He ran a hand thru his inky black hair as he flipped the note card over, reading what was written on the back. "Do whatever you want with me, I am yours. Happy Birthday." He was unsure at first what that meant. At least until he opened the box.

He lifted the top to find a bundle of black fabric. When he grabbed it, pulling it up, he recognized the familiar lace pattern of your panties. He gulped, pulling the fabric close to his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent. He was practically salivating as he pulled them away, dick already straining in his tight pants. He saw that there was something else in the box. He reached in and pulled out a tiny purple remote. 'What the hell is this for?' He thought.

He turned it, trying to see if he could find a name or logo, but it was blank. All he could see was a power button, and a plus and minus symbol on a small gliding bar. He pressed the on button, and suddenly there was a sharp whine from the room over.

Just then, spinner came around the corner of the bar. "What's that?" The voice broke Dabi from his trance and he quickly shoved your panties back in the box. "What? uh- nothing. Just a gift from y/n."

"What's the occasion?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." He snapped. Iguchi put his hands up defensively as he walked away. "Okay dude, forget I asked." As soon as spinner was out of the room, he took your panties back out of the box and smelled them one more time. He felt the throb below his belt as he heard another whine. It was definitely coming from his room.

He walked up to the door and turned the knob. As soon as it was cracked open, he heard the buzzing of a vibrator. He opened it further and saw you laying on his bed. You were on your stomach, wrists tied behind your back with one of his belts and a blue bow stuck to your lower back. Your pussy was on display for him, dripping and a small purple bullet vibrator in you with the tail sticking out. His jaw dropped at the sight.

He quickly entered the room all the way and shut the door behind him. "Are you just gonna stand there and stare? Or are you gonna come open your present?" You giggled and then let out another small whine from the vibration against your walls. His shock finally calmed down enough and he was back to his cocky self. He held up your panties in his hand and took a step towards you. "I thought I told you to ignore my birthday, Doll?" You smiled. "C'mon baby, you know me better than that." You pushed up on your knees slightly and arched your back, giving him a better view of the mess between your legs. His dick throbbed painfully in his tight pants from your seductive voice and your display. He sucked his teeth. "You never listen, do you? Such a little fuckin brat." He said as his hand came down hard on your ass, grabbing the doughy skin firmly in his palm. He took his other hand and peeled the bow from your skin, discarding it somewhere in the room.

"I hope you know that I'm gonna abuse the fuck out of this thing." He slid the glide bar on the remote up and the vibration in your core increased. You whined again and your hips moved involuntarily, chasing the feeling. You heard him kick off his shoes next to the bed and then felt him grab a hand full of your hair and pull you to sit up. He got close to your ear. "Everytime we leave the hideout, you'll have this in you." He whispered, fingers gently trailing up your arm. "And you'll be at my mercy whenever I feel like it, do you understand?" Your face grew hot and you nodded. "Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me you understand."

"Yes sir, I understand." He smirked. "Good girl." He kissed your neck softly. "Only time I can ever get you to listen." He chuckled before grabbing onto your chin and turning your head. His lips crashed on yours instantly and his hand came to your throat. He squeezed the sides gently and pushed his tongue past your lips, entangling it with yours. You could taste the faint remnant of the cherry soda he drank on his way back.

He pulled his lips from yours and pulled your head back a little more. "Open." He commanded, and you did as you were told. He dropped a glob of spit out of his mouth and watched with lust blown eyes as it slid down your tongue. "Now swallow it." He spoke, a little quieter this time and you again followed his orders. He tapped your cheek. "So obedient when you wanna be."

"Yeah yeah, just get naked already."

"Aren't I supposed to be in charge here?" He teased as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Your eyes grazed over the dark purple scars that covered his abdomen as he reached for the button of his pants. When they dropped to the floor, your attention was immediately drawn to the thick outline in his blue boxers. He hooked his thumbs into the waist banned and pulled them down slowly just to taunt you.

His erection smacked against his stomach and he grabbed you by the throat once more. He bent down and kissed you again, rough and hungry before he took a fist full of your hair. With an open mouth, you were forced around his length. He went slow at first, gentle thrusts as you swirled your tongue around him. He let out small little moans whenever you grazed over his tip. "Pinch your thumb." He instructed, and you knew exactly what he was about to do. As soon as you did, his grip on your hair tightened and he started throat fucking you. You whimpered as his head hit the back of your throat with every thrust. You kept your tongue on the underside of his shaft as he continued to abuse your mouth. "Fuck you always take me so well, Doll." Tears welled in your eyes while you choked on him again and again. He pulled out to let you breath, drool running down his shaft while you gasped for air. He gave you just a few seconds while he wiped your pretty tears before he shoved himself back down your throat. He turned up the vibrator again and watched you squirm and whimper, mouth still stuffed. "You like getting throat fucked, don't you pretty girl?" He cooed.

You did your best to moan an "mhm" while you gagged around his length. He tilted his head back towards the ceiling and groaned. "Fuck that feels good." More tears stained your cheeks and his hips stuttered. You felt him twitch in your mouth and it wasn't long before you felt hot spurts of cum slide down the back of your throat.

He slowly pulled out of your mouth, sensitive but still very hard. You finally let go of your thumb and he kissed you again, holding your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling gently.

"Bend over for me, Doll." He ordered, letting go of your hair as he sat on his knees behind you. You leaned forward and let your face be buried in his pillow. He parted your legs with his knee and gently grazed his fingers over your slit. Even the smallest touch was enough to make you clench around your vibrator, needy from the lack of attention. He rubbed small circles over your clit while he pushed the little bullet into you further with his thumb. You moaned and whimpered, writhing underneath his touch. He pushed it in until only the tip of the tail was exposed, making it vibrate at your cervix. He watched your opening continuously clench from the stimulation, dripping with slick and he wanted a taste.

He leaned down and ran a flat tongue over your little bundle of nerves, bringing a particularly high pitched whine from your lips. He slid his tongue thru your folds and into your hole. He grabbed onto the tail of the vibrator with his teeth, pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in a few times. He stuck his tongue back in and you tightened around it, relishing in this new sensation your body wasn't used to. He lapped at your clit again with small, fast movements. Given the time you'd spent laying here with the constant stimulation of the bullet vibrator, you were quick to reach a climax and cum all over his tongue. You squeezed your thighs shut in an attempt to push his face away but he quickly pushed them open. "Nuh-uh. You said i could do whatever I wanted with you, don't back out now sweetheart." His tongue was back on you in seconds, Abusing your over-sensitive bud as he drowned himself in you.

After You'd been over-stimulated by another 2 orgasms, he finally decided to give your clit a rest. He sat up and massaged your lower back comfortingly, then grabbed onto the tail of the vibrator and slowly pulled it out of you with a pop. "Your doing so good for me baby." He praised, gently squeezing onto the doughy skin around your hips. He stuck out his tongue and put the purple bullet in his mouth, suking on it to get one last taste of you before throwing it somewhere on the bed.

He hooked his fingers into the leather belt that was wrapped around your wrists and started to loosen your restraints. Once the belt was gone he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest. He kissed your neck while he massaged the skin on your wrists with his thumbs. "You okay, Doll?" He asked with a soft voice next to your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed right below your ear. You gave a small nod and laid your hands over top of his. "Good, 'cause I'm not done with you just yet." He let go of you and pushed you forward, back into the position you were just in. You gasped at the sudden action.

He positioned himself at your entrance and, as if you weren't already wet enough, let a large glob of spit fall from his lips and run down your folds. He rolled his hips into you slowly, holding onto your hips to steady himself. He slid his hand up to the middle of your back and pushed slightly to deepen your arch. Even after all that work, you still squeezed him so tight. You could feel every vein that bulged from his length as he started a relaxed pace, giving you time to adjust and get comfortable.

As he continued languidly dragging his tip against your walls, he took two handfuls of each cheek and spread them. Another glob of spit fell and landed right on your tight hole. He took his thumb and dragged it across the entrance, all while lazily thrusting his hips into you. "Dabi~" You whined, slight concern in your voice. "Shh baby it's okay, i'll be gentle." He purred, massaging the opening a little more. "Now be good and take what I give you." And just then you felt his thumb breach your hole and stretch it open. You cried out and gripped onto the sheets next to your head. His pace quickened as he slowly pushed his thumb in and out of you. You moaned and pushed yourself back on him. "Thaaat's it. Such a good girl for me." Suddenly his thrusts became erratic, deep and hungry and all you could do cry and moan into his pillow. You felt it every time his tip hit your cervix, one after the other until he was essentially abusing your insides. Every few seconds you would feel a twitch or a throb, and his hips would stutter a bit as a result. With his free hand, he once again grabbed you by the hair and yanked you backwards while he pounded into you relentlessly. "Your mine, ngh~ do you understand? Nobody else's." He growled. You nodded your head as much as you could as you choked out a sob. He got closer to your ear. "Let me hear you say it, Doll. Tell me your mine." His tone was dark and demanding, and you tightened around his length.

"I- ngh fuck I'm all yours Dabi!" Your legs started to quiver as you reached your 4th orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him and it sent him flying over the edge. He bit down of the soft skin of your shoulder and let out a strangled groan as he felt his cord snap, emptying himself inside of you and painting your insides white. With one last hard thrust, he stilled inside of you. You felt him soften as he slowly pulled out, letting your mixture of cum drip down your thighs. He collapsed onto the bed next to you, and grabbed your waist to pull you with him. His chest was flush against your back as he buried his head in your neck.

It was quiet for a few moments while you both caught your breath. "Thank you." He whispered, his hold on you tightening a bit. "For what baby?" You questioned, running your fingers along the arm he had wrapped around you. He paused and let out a deep breath before answering. "For caring." You smiled, though he couldn't see it. "I guess my birthday isn't so bad with you around." He kissed the back of your shoulder softly and nuzzled his face into your hair.

It'd take some work, but one day you'll get him to see himself the way that you do.

[mortul]

scarletcursed asked: "don’t tell me i’m the only one that knows." - tabitha

@scarletcursed: tabitha scarlet／ "thought you were dead" prompts ／ accepting.

On one hand, Christoph truly did think that Tabitha was overreacting. Whatever he had going on, after all, didn't (nor should it, if christoph's smart about it... which he was. usually.) affect the world around him... uh, usually, anyway. He had a bit of a "penchant", some might say, for minding his business and expecting the same of others. To some, this might've been seen as "high maintenance"-- disrespectfully, though, Christoph would disagree.

He was simply setting up boundaries, asserting said boundaries, and, above all else, once again... minding his business.

"I meeeaaan..." came the response, drawled out on purpose with an obvious grimace. Gaze quickly matched up with the proposed tone, averting to instead glance out the nearby window. It certainly didn't help matters, either, that he was on purpose sitting sideways in the chair (that he dragged in -- everyone hold your applause -- all by himself!) across from her. "What d'ya define as "th'only one"? 'Cause, lemme tell ya, heh!! Tons o'people know me like th'back of their hand!"

Normally, he wasn't one for semantics (and he's certain she wasn't either, considering the state of this... uh, "office".) but, on the other hand... maaaaaybe he wasn't being very empathetic -- or something of the sort -- to Tabitha's plight. For him, stumbling out of an altercation (okay, maybe that's downplaying the whole thing but still.) with all three prongs of a candelabra jutting out from his chest was a normal Thursday afternoon.

For others, however, it probably wasn't-- Christoph could at least recognize that. So, maybe, that's where the disconnect was coming from.

"Or, uhh... yer talkin' about somethin' else, huh?" he asked whilst sliding "down" within his seat, both legs hanging over one of the chair's arms as he's bent both arms behind his head as a makeshift rest against the other. "Probably the, ehrr, "holy shit you should be dead" thing? Tell me if I'm goin' off-base, by th'way."

Visage quickly changed, developing into one more-so of good humor and, for all intents and purposes, good vibes. He might've nearly died from Tabitha's perspective but... uh, he didn't. That had to have meant something, right? Of course it did. Christoph Dowell wasn't going to go down without a fight, after all, and he made that quite obvious. Although... maybe he should've apologized for the whole stealing-a-miner's-car ordeal... but, hey! It was for the greater good!

Their survival was the greater good, by the way. Specifically, Tabitha's survival. He wasn't expecting groveling and kissing of his feet (though the image was funny. or, eh, would be were it not for the mild twinge of pity he felt for her. so, maybe, let's rewind--) but, at the very least, some form of gratitude (--if it were anyone but tabitha, it would've been funny.) would've been pretty cool.

"In that case, I'm... gonna be truthful with ya, doll--" the assassin offered a smirk in the midst of his "explanation", turning his head away in order to let it hang back off of his neck.

He clicked his teeth together after wards, pursing his lips as his index and middle fingers were brought up to press against them. After a few seconds of silence did he finally proceed, accentuating his oh-so incredible feat of survival with a loud "mwah!" and whipping his hand away from his mouth. Forming it into a double-barreled finger gun, he grinned, shut his eyes, and "shot" it up at the ceiling.

"--yer th'only one here, so far, that has any idea about what-the-fuck I actually am."

Lowering his hand down in order to blow away the imaginary smoke from his finger tips, his grin only grew after the fact.

"And, considerin' our predicaments, I fe~eeeel like you could maybe use that lil factoid to yer advantage." A pause, allowing for him to parse over what he just said with his eyes rolling up before he shrugged with a smirk tossed her way. "... Within reason, anyway."

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

Sometimes I wonder if it would've fucked me up less or worse if it had been a more 24/7 thing

[weepingseraphstranger]

Character Playlist ♡ Maria Catani

I love making playlists for my characters. Even the ones I don't plan on making public.

(I'll Never Be) Maria Magdalena - Sandra

" I'll never be Maria Magdalena "

Cold Hearted - Paula Abdul 

"You're the one to sacrifice Anything to please him Do you really think he thinks about you when he's out? "

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

"Oh, dear diary, I met a boy He made my doll heart light up with joy Oh, dear diary, we fell apart Welcome to the life of Electra Heart "

I See Red - Everybody Loves an Outlaw

"Did you really think, I'd just forgive and forget, no After catching you with her Your blood should run cold, so cold You, you two-timing, cheap-lying, wannabe "

Better Than Me - Doja Cat

"Better than me All of them bitches ain't better than me I know you wanted somethin' else at your feet You gon' figure out you lost one and that's me "

Piece of My Heart - Erma Franklin

"But I'm gonna show you, baby That a woman can be tough "

Ain't Nobody - Chaka Khan

" Happened so naturally Did not know it was love The next thing I felt was you Holdin' me close What was I gonna do? I let myself go "

Catch Me (I'm Falling) - Pretty Poison

" You came into my life The look in your eyes took me by surprise It's you and nobody else Your love has made me so blind I can't see "

Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

" I get up, I get down All my world turns around Who is right? Who was wrong? I don't know "

Sexy Bitch - David Guetta

" I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful "

Le temps de l'amour - Francoise Hardy

" On se dit qu'à vingt ans On est les rois du monde Et qu'éternellement Il y aura dans nos yeux Tout le ciel bleu "

Hey Rich Boy - Millionaires

" Hey, hey rich boy, look my way Hey, hey rich boy, make my day Hey, hey boy, you look so fly Throw that money in the sky "

Girls in Bikinis - Poppy (cover)

" Girls in bikinis Girls in bikinis and platform heels, in new hot wheels "

The way I are - Timbaland

" Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip 'Cause I like you just the way you are "

Rules - Doja Cat

" Said play with my pussy, but don't play with my emotions (Emotions) If you spend some money, then maybe I just might fuck ya "

Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado

" I'm a big girl, I can handle myself But if I get lonely, I'ma need your help Pay attention to me, I don't talk for my health I want you on my team So does everybody else "

Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani

" No man could test me, impress me My cash flow would never ever end 'Cause I'd have all the money in the world If I was a wealthy girl "

When I Grow Up - The Pussycat Dolls

" I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies "

Hands Up! - Vanessa Doll

" Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley "

Killer Queen - Queen

" She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet "Let them eat cake," she says Just like Marie Antoinette "

Gloria - Laura Branigan

" Or will you catch him on the rebound? Will you marry for the money? Take a lover in the afternoon? Feel your innocence slippin' away Don't believe it's comin' back soon "

You don't own me - Lesley Gore

" You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys "

Juicy Couture - Ayesha Erotica

" I'm gonna get what I want Claire's Icing, all the best Look much hotter than all the rest Coach bags, Candy stores I get what I want then I go get more "

Maneater - Nelly Furtado

" A maneater, make you work hard Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love She's a maneater, make you buy cars "

Primadonna - MARINA

" Would you do anything for me? Buy a big diamond ring for me? "

I'll Be It - Ayesha Erotica

" I'll be your blonde tonight, if that's what you like Stilettos and fishnets, if that's what you like "

What's Love Got To Do With It - Tina Turner

" What's love, but a sweet old-fashioned notion? What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? "

Lip Gloss - Lil Mama

" They rollin' they eyes, they lip gloss cheap It ain't my fault but I can upgrade ya Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors "

Love Game - Lady Gaga

" Hold me and love me Just wanna touch you for a minute Maybe three seconds is enough for my heart To quit it "

Addiction - Doja Cat

" I got such a pretty body Feels prettier when I'm a mess "

Say So - Doja Cat

" Shut it, save it, keep it pushin' Why you beating 'round the bush? Knowin' you want all this woman Never knock it 'til you try "

Vixen - Ayesha Erotica

" Lust and drugs, no intuition (No) Who goes first? Make your decision (No, no, no) If you want to I can play the victim I am your vixen "

Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

" I can be good (if you just wanna be bad) I can be cool (if you just wanna be mad) I can be anything, I'll be your everything "

Toxic - Britney Spears

" I need a hit, baby, give me it You're dangerous, I'm loving it "

Worth It for the Feeling - Rebecca Black

" Here we go again Last time it took us down to the bitter end I might need some more healing But it's worth it for the feeling "

Morning Light - Doja Cat

" Don't wanna waste your time Go 'head and live your life I could be yours tonight We'll be up 'til the morning "

You Know I'm No Good - Amy Winehouse

" You say, "When we married" 'Cause you're not bitter "There'll be none of him no more" "

Off to the Races - Lana Del Rey

" My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me, he has me by my heart "

(I'll Never Be) Maria Magdalena - Sandra (again)

" You take my love You want my soul I would be crazy to share your life Why can't you see what I am? Sharpen the senses and turn the knife Hurt me and you'll understand "

Yummy - Ayesha Erotica

" Yeah, big purse with the rhinestone buckle Keep a pink stun gun just in case I’m in trouble Double double, yeah, they asking for the fries on the side But I never take 'em home unless it's eyes on the ride "

When I Rule the World - LIZ ft SOPHIE

" When I rule the world, then you're the little girl You should do as I say 'cause things are gonna be my way I rule the world, so get down on your knees "

Pretty - Coco & Clair Clair

" You know what I mean, it's the sweetest thing Honestly, just look at you then look at me I'm feelin' pretty, no matter the city, we're packin' knives "

Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me - Tata Young

" I like all of my shorts to be a little too shorty Unlike all of my guys I like them tall with money "

She's A Lady - Tom Jones

" Well, she's all you'd ever want She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner "

Emotions - Mariah Carey

" You've got me feeling emotions Deeper than I've ever dreamed of "

Candy - Doja Cat

" I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime "

Better - Jeremy Passion

" Baby, you're so much better Better than what I imagined love would be like Better, hotter than the clearest day Or the storms at night "

Private Dancer - Tina Turner

" I'm your private dancer A dancer for money And any old music will do "

Gibson Girl - Ethel Cain

" He's cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed Obsession with the money, addicted to the drugs "

Streets - Doja Cat

" Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing And it's motherfuckin' scary Tryna keep him 'cause I found him Let a ho know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing "

Gimme More - Britney Spears

" A center of attention (do you feel that?) Even when we're up against the wall You've got me in a crazy position (yeah) If you're on a mission "

Lolita - Lana Del Rey

" Shining like a God, can't believe, I caught you, and so Look at what I bought Not a second thought, oh, Romeo "

Fool For You - Alice Smith

" Sweet sugar, I surrender, I don't want no other man. Baby, you win and you ain't never got to worry Ever got to worry, you'll never be alone again. "

I've Been Lovin' You Too Long - Etta James

" With you my life has been so wonderful I can't, I can't stop now You are tired and your love is growing cold My love is growing stronger as our affair, our affair grows old "

Wayamaya - Lizzy Grant

" I remember an all white day with 8-story waves He said "Your eyes are gray" (Beautiful) We were livin' on Côte d'Alene "

Lies - MARINA

" Don't wanna know, don't wanna know, oh I can't let you go, can't let you go, oh I just want it to be perfect To believe it's all been worth the fight "

Kill Kill - Lizzy Grant

" I'm in love with a dying man I have done everything I can "

DISDAIN - CORPSE

" Tell me how the fuck it feels, girl When shit starts getting fucking real, girl When it all sets in, what’s your deal, girl? Like who gon’ have you now? "

In My Feelings - Lana del Rey

" Makin' love while I'm makin' good money Sobbin' in my cup of coffee, 'cause I fell for another loser "

High By the Beach - Lana del Rey

" The truth is I never bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me 'Cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get high baby, baby, bye bye "

Sex Money Fellings Die - Lykke Li

" Sex, money, feelings, die "

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

" And I tread a troubled track My odds are stacked I'll go back to black "

I Can't Stand the Rain - Tina Turner

" I can't stand the rain against my window 'Cause he ain't here with me "

[leagueofdccm-togo]

‘  heaven is a place on earth with you.  ’ // negan

some meme || @depictedblue

💥⋆｡˚⁀➷FLASHBACKS OF LUCILLE COMING DOWN ON GLENN'S HEAD , HIS BAT ALREADY DRENCHED IN... What was his name again ? Oh yeah Abraham's BLOOD. BRAINS SCATTERED , UNRECOGNIZABLE TO THE MAX. MORE BODIES ARE PILING. ONE AFTER ANOTHER. VICTIM ONE, VICTIM TWO, VICTIM THREE AND FOUR.... Who knows how many really ? Some of them are just fogged up memories he pays no mind to, some were members of the Saviors who just didn't live up to his potential. Some were for the fun of it, hell he admits that. And the rest... well shit happens don't it ? In the world they live it's a living hell... unless you're the leader and taking over everything then yeah... sure. It is somewhat heavenly. Though it's a fucking cruel, fucking jacked up world.... Ain't nothing nice about this world, not the dead, the horror of it all.

GOD must be punishing them, now.... Negan ain't much of a GOD believer.... but if he was he'd say that yeah, fuck yeah God was punishing them. Why let the world come down to this horror show? Using his own creations to kill his creations seems fucking sick, but yet.... poetic as fuck. They took the world for granted and didn't enjoy it, didn't take care of it like they should... didn't give enough fucks to take in your family, your life, the air they breathed... their fucking world. So what did GOD do ? He said... fuck it ! And everything went to shit. He lost so much..... the one thing that mattered to him and he had lost her. It leaves in ache in his chest, one that feels forever empty. And he tried... GOD.... he fucking tried to fill up the agony.

All these women couldn't do what she did for him..... make him feel how she made him feel.... till he came across a beauty that.... felt almost unreal. She was no Lucille. Of fucking course. But she was patching something up inside of him.... she has this glow that surrounds her. When she would grace him with her appearance he couldn't help but watch her as she made her rounds. The smile on her face, the laughter leaving fast her twin flesh that BOOMED with delight. She is something else, she made his heart twist in..... ways he hadn't felt in a long time.

He invited her for dinner. As the leader it was easy to get his way... though of course, he wasn't forcing her to come. He did leave it up to her if she wanted to come down and meet him or not. Well, she didn't have to but at the same time he expects a yes every single time. Negan always gets his way. He poured her some wine, him... well he decided to have some gin for himself. Another night alone the two of them. He wasn't asking for much, just for her company. She wasn't one of his wife's.... but could it hurt to tell the other ladies to fuck off and just take Cassie as his ? He winces at those thoughts and brushes them aside. She speaks, her voice smooth.... so sweet he might get a fucking cavity. A slight smirk curls at the corner, raising a hand as a single finger begins to rub up and down against her exposed arm. He hums sweetly, their eyes locked as he cocks his head to the side. Watching her for what seems like forever. He hasn't spoken a single word, just.... staring at her. What was he doing ? Trying to read into what she said.... how sweet she can be in such a disgusting place.

❝ I think you got it all wrong, doll. Shouldn't I be tellin' you that ? How do you do it, hm ? You must not be real lemme tell you. You ain't like anyone I ever met. And I've met a lotta people during these fucked up times. You.... fuck... you are... I don't give two shits about GOD.... but I'm started to think may be real cause I got somethin' as sweet as you here with me. You are like some fuckin' angel aren't you? Should I? I should... ❞ He clears his throat, leaning closely to so the gap between them is only mere inches apart. ❝ Did it hurt ? And then you say... What? And then I say... Did it hurt when you fell from heaven. Eh ? Hot stuff right there don't yeh' think doll ? ❞

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS LUNATIC PARADE WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD  “Tumult at the Lost Child Center ~Don’t be too Childish~”

Original title:「ディアヴォリック★自堕落生活～長男の憂鬱～」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Lunatic Parade WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Honestly Ayato & Yuma are such a fun pairing because they’re both relatively ‘chill’ guys who have more of a childish side to them. Defintiely the perfect pick for a CD about a lost child center haha. It was really cute to see Yuma interact with the kids, although I never doubted his skills in that regard. He just radiates those ‘big bro’ vibes. :p Ayato on the other hand struggled a bit more, but I think he’s decent at dealing with kids too. Let’s just be grateful it wasn’t Kanato there instead or he would have set those poor children on fire lol.

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Ayato: Ahー Ahー If you have found or are looking for a lost child, then…get your ass to the damn lost child center! (1) Do you understand!? 

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Ayato: Heh…Whatcha say, Chichinashi? My announcement was flawless, no?

Yuma: Ahー It was a fuckin’ disaster. Why did it sound like ya were givin’ them an order at the end!? Haah…I’m really out of luck, havin’ to do this job together with this dumbass. 

Ayato: That’s my line! The kids are gonna get scared by you with your big frame and that nasty look on your face!

Yuma: Ah? No way. Just so ya know, lookin’ after some lil’ brats is a piece of cake for me. I used to do it all the time in the past after all. 

Ayato: Heeh…Even if that’s true, the past is the past, right? Whether it’s lookin’ after kids or anythin’ else, I’m not losin’ to you so you better brace yourself !

Yuma: Oh come on, don’t get so damn competitive over every single thing! Ahー What a pain in the ass…

A crying girl is brought in. 

*Thud*

Ayato: …Oh! A lost child was brought in right on cue! …’Kay, I’ll make her stop cryin’ so watch closely!

Yuma: Well, show us what you’ve got. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Oi, brat. Stop cryin’ right now. Those sobs and sniffles are hella loud and annoyin’. 

Child: Uu…

Ayato: Hah? What am I doin’ wrong, Chichinashi? I gotta make myself clear to her, right!? 

Yuma: You’re being way too serious to a kid. Haha…Ya have to be a lil’ more chill when ya talk to them. 

Ayato: Haah!? What should I do then!? 

You try to explain. 

Ayato: I see…Her name, huh? ーー Oi, you! Teach me your name! By the way, mine’s Ayato. Remember to add ‘-sama’ to the end when you refer to me, ‘kay?

Yuma: I can’t believe he’s askin’ a kid to refer to him as ‘-sama’. Pfftー! …Lame!

Ayato: …Shut up!

Child: Uu…

Yuma: Ahー Look, she’s even more scared now ‘cause ya started shoutin’ out of nowhere. 

Ayato: Keh…! Aah, what now!? I guess I should do somethin’ which will catch her attention…Oi! Teach me what works best with small human girls!

You explain.

Ayato: …Dolls!? Me…!? 

Yuma: Pfft! Playin’ house with dolls. Go ahead and give it a shot! I mean, ya talked pretty big earlier so I’m sure ya can pull it off, right?

Ayato: Geh…I’ll do it! Chichinashi, you help out too!

You nod.

Ayato: Come on. I’ll play with you, so pick your doll. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Haah…? You had all these choices to pick from and you went with the creepy Witch? So, how do you want to play?

The child explains.

Ayato: Haah…!? I’m playin’ as the Princess while Chichinashi gets to be the Prince!? ーー Hold up. Why did you divide the roles like that!? Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round!? 

Yuma: Haha! Maybe the kid’s tryin’ to show her good heart by lettin’ ya be the Princess since you’ve been havin’ a hard time so far. 

Ayato: Haah!? 

The child asks to play.

Ayato: Haah? Ah…Right…Let’s see… (talks with a high-pitched, feminine voice) ‘Ah, I’m a cute Princess. Nice to meet you!’

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Pfftーー! …Fuck…I can’t believe I have to witness this…Is this a new type of torture? Haha!

Ayato: You bastard…Shut the fuck up! Don’t watch!

*Rustle*

Ayato: …Haah? You want me to have this apple? I’m not that dumb to just eat an apple given to me by some shady-ass Witch! No thank you!

Child: Uu…

Ayato: …!? 

Child: Uu…

Ayato: …Fine! I just gotta eat it, right!? …’Nom, nom, nom’ …Ah? I’m not gonna fall unconscious from the poison. That’d be hella lame!

Child: Uu…

Yuma: Ahーahー Ya never learn, do ya?

Ayato: Aah…!? Honestly, you’ve been talkin’ like you know best this whole damn time. Then you do it instead!

Yuma: Yeah, sure. Come on. Hand me the Princess doll.

*Rustle*

Yuma: …Ughー! The apple’s poison…!

*Thud*

Ayato: Haha! He’s totally into it. Lame!

Yuma: Say whatever ya want. …Oi, Sow! Don’t be spacin’ over there and kiss me already!

You seem surprised. 

Yuma: You’re the Prince here, right!? Wake me up with a true lover’s kiss! …Hehe. If ya want, I don’t mind if ya kiss me directly instead of usin’ the dolls.

Ayato: Haah…!? Oi, hold up! Why would she do that!? 

Yuma: …Ah!? Those without a doll should stay out of this!

Ayato: Shut up! …Ahー God! We’re done with this! Away with this crap!

Ayato sends the dolls flying into the air. 

*Woosh* 

Yuma: Tsk…Just how immature can ya be? 

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Hey, lil’ one. Why don’t we ignore that guy and draw some pictures next?

The girl nods.

Yuma: …Sure. You’re a good girl, aren’t ya? …Come on! Let’s see whoever can draw the better picture! I’ve got my hopes up high!

They grab paper and marks to draw.

*Scribble scribble*

Ayato: Oh! She’s really into this! Amazin’!

Yuma: Heh, want to join us? 

Ayato: …! In your dreams! …But well, I guess if you insist, I’ll do you a favor.

Yuma: You really are a pain in the ass, aren’t you?

*Scribble scribble* 

Ayato: Hm? Oi, kid. Whatcha drawin’? 

She explains. 

Yuma: Heeh…Your mother, huh? 

Ayato: Hah! Ridiculous! I’m not gonna draw that sorta crap. Let me think…

*Scribble scribble* 

Ayato: There we go! This should do!

Yuma: The fuck’s this round thing? 

Ayato: It’s the takoyaki I ate the other day! It had a Western-style twist to it, so instead of seaweed flakes, it had some other green-colored thing sprinkled on top. It tasted kinda strange. 

Yuma: Ya really couldn’t think of anythin’ else to draw? 

Ayato: I could ask you the exact same thing! The fuck’s that supposed to be? Don’t tell me you drew some vegetables? 

Yuma: Oh! Nice observation! It’s a new variant which I planted just recently. I really hope they’ll grow nice and big just like in this picture one day!

Ayato: …!? Aren’t those a little too big!? They’d easily reach above the roof of the house!

Yuma: Aah…? I bought the seeds at the Demon World so that’s the least I’d expect from them. So…What did ya draw? 

You show them your drawing.

Yuma: …Ah? Are these…The fireworks at the Parade? 

You nod. 

Ayato: Then over here are the gondolas? …I mean, I guess you did an okay job. Not as good as my drawing though!

The door opens.

Ayato: Oh, another lost child? 

The mother of the child rushes inside. 

Yuma: …Oh! You’re here to pick up yer daughter? …Hey, look who’s here. 

Ayato: Good for you! Go and enjoy the Parade, ‘kay? 

Yuma: What’s this? Are ya feelin’ a lil’ lonely perhaps? 

Ayato: Shut up! That’s not it! 

Yuma: Hahaha! …Oh? 

*Flip* 

Yuma: What? …You’re giving this drawing to us? …Haha! Ya did a great job! 

The child smiles. 

Yuma: This guy with the ponytail is me, right? 

She nods. 

Yuma: Yeah, thanks! …So, this stick-like girl in a skirt whose lackin’ any indication of curves whatsoever must be her, right?

The child nods again. 

Yuma: Hehe…Aren’t ya happy she drew such an accurate representation of ya?

You pout.

Ayato: …!? Hey, where am I then!? Show me!

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …Aah? Oi. Don’t tell me this guy with the red scribbles on top of his head is supposed to be me? 

The child nods again. 

Ayato: My hair isn’t that much of a mess! Come on, take a better look! It’s supposed to be spiky and looks way cooler than this!

Yuma: Nah, I think she did a pretty good job. Honestly, I can barely tell the difference! Haha!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Well…I guess I’ll accept it as a souvenir. Don’t get yourself lost again, ‘kay?

Yuma: Come on, ‘Ayato-sama’, why don’t you wave her goodbye? Thank the girl for playin’ with ya!

Ayato: Haah…!? I’m the one who played with her! Idiot! …Don’t you dare show up again, ‘kay!? 

The child leaves with her mother.

Yuma: Ahー That was kinda hectic. Oh well, I’m glad she was safely picked up by her parents. 

Ayato: …There’s absolutely nothin’ good ‘bout it!

Yuma: …Ah? 

Ayato: I didn’t get to show off what I’m capable of at all! ーー Oi, Yuma. Go and look for the next lost child. 

Yuma: Haah? …No way. Why should I do that? 

Ayato: Shut up! I feel like I got a feel for lookin’ after children now. So hurry up and bring in the next one!

Yuma: Listen up…It’s better if no children get lost at all, so don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap. Besides, if ya want to find one that badly, then look for them yerself!

Ayato: Haah…? And why would I do that?

Yuma: Ahー But I guess if ya were to come across one, you’d just scare and make them cry again. Just think of the disaster from earlier. Guess it’s too much to ask from ya.

Ayato: That’s not true! 

Yuma: Oh? I’m not convinced. 

Ayato: Shut up! I’ll show you! I’ll be back with an impressive amount of lost children, so you better be scared!

Ayato runs off.

*Thud* 

Yuma: Ahー Thank god that loudmouth is finally gone. I’m kinda tired from havin’ to deal with the kid, so I guess I’ll rest up a bit. Hey, go and make some tea!

Another child is brought in.

Yuma: …Wait!? Haah!? Talk about bad timin’...Yeah, this is the lost child center. We’ll take care of the lil’ one, ‘kay?

The door opens again.

Yuma: Ah? Two in a row? …Wait, there’s two at a time? 

More children are brought in. 

Yuma: Again!? Ahー Their cryin’ is drivin’ me nuts…Shut up! I’ll look after y’all so come here! …Anyway, what’s Ayato up to? I’m over here drowning in lost kids so don’t tell me he’s sleepin’ on the job!? 

All of the kids cry at once.

Yuma: Ah, hey! Don’t fight! …If ya can’t share and get along like good kids, I’m takin’ that ball away, do ya understand!? 

The crying intensifies. 

Yuma: …Aah? If you’re hungry, go to that Soー …I mean lady over there. Eat slowly so ya don’t choke, ‘kay? 

The children continue crying. 

Yuma: …Aah…Fuck, this is a pain…If I had known it’d get this busy, I would have rather had that fool ‘round still. …Right!

You ask Yuma what he’s going to do. 

Yuma: Hehe…I had a fun idea. Keep the kids busy for a bit, ‘kay? 

*Thud*

🎶🎶🎶

Yuma: Ahー Ahー This is the lost child center speaking. We are looking for Sakamaki Ayato-kun, 17 years old, has red hair and a resting bitch face. We believe he might be somewhere close to the takoyaki vendor. If you spot him, please tell that idiot to come to the lost child center.

I repeat. We are looking for Sakamaki Ayato-kun, 17 years oーー 

Ayato bursts into the room. 

*Thud* 

Ayato: You bastard…! Cut the crap!

Yuma: Oh! My announcement was very effective! Haha! So, how does it feel to get called to the lost child center at yer age? 

Ayato: Everyone ‘round me started starin’ or pointin’ fingers at me while laughin’...! I nearly choked on the churros I was eatin’ on top of that! It was horrible!

Yuma: Oh? You weren’t at the takoyaki place? Damn, I spread wrong information. 

Ayato: Who gives a damn ‘bout that!? Meet me outside! I’ve had enough!

Yuma: Ahー Now’s not the time to fight. Hurry up and help me take care of these brats. 

Ayato: Kids? I couldn’t find any lost children thoーー

All of the kids start crying again. 

Ayato: Aah…!? What’s goin’ on over here!? 

Yuma: We’re actually fully booked over here. Now’s not the time to act like a big child yerself. Get to work, come on!

Ayato: Geh…!

Yuma: Oi, brats, listen up! Mr. ‘Ayato-sama’ over here is dyin’ to play with all of ya, so let him join in on the fun, ‘kay?

Ayato: Haah…!? Don’t just say whatever ya damn please!

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …!? Hey! Don’t jump at me!

*Rustle rustle* 

Ayato: Don’t climb up my body! Let go of me…!

*Rustle rustle* 

Yuma: Hah! He’s over there wavin’ his arms ‘round as if he doesn’t like it, but he’s probably enjoyin’ all of the attention. Thank god I got paired up with someone who’s on the same levels as these brats. 

Ayato: Fuck…! Chichinashi, don’t be over there laughin’ with him but help me out! …Ugh! If that’s what the guy wants, then he can join me instead!

Ayato tugs Yuma close.

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Haah!? …Hey, stop! Don’t pull my hair!

*Thud* 

Ayato: Haha, lame! Oi, my loyal servants! Let’s beat up the bad guy!

*Rustle rustle* 

Ayato: …Wait!? Idiots! Can’t you tell that you’re only supposed to attack the big fella over there!

Yuma: Heh…You’re a hundred years too early to order those brats ‘round! Come on, let’s show him who’s boss!

*Thud*

Yuma: …Ack! Oi, ya lil’...! Who’s the one who punched me in the sides just now!? 

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Whatcha lookin’ so surprised ‘bout? You should join in as well!

You hesitate. 

Yuma: Well, these kids don’t hold back, so ya better know what you’re gettin’ yerself into! …But it wouldn’t make for a bad memory of the Parade, right? 

ーー THE END ーー

[misguidedswagger]

It All Ends Where It Begins [ Riff Lorton x reader]

a/n: hi. so, i don’t remember the last time it took me over two weeks to write a oneshot, but this did. i wanted it to be perfect. please enjoy this. keep in mind though, this is a doozy. you can tell from the wc.

now, for the warnings: 

this is going to be extremely angsty. you may need tissues, but you may also need trigger warnings: 

sensitive content warning for graphic content, death, and suicide 

w/c: 7.5k

Your finger drew tiny hearts and squiggles on your boyfriend’s chest, “What do you think of the name Andy?” You pondered, tilting your head to look up at him. He smiled down at you and pulled you impossibly close into his chest, 

“Well, Y/n, I love everything you do, everything you say, everything about you. I don’t deserve you...” Riff trailed off, starting to zone out at the wall. You tsked and gently grabbed his face, guiding him to look you in the eyes, “Baby, you deserve better. Now hush.” Before he could object, you spoke again, “Ah ah ah.” You placed a finger up to his lips to silence him and he only smiled, You leaned into his touch as a loving hand danced across your back, ghosting over your spine occasionally. 

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” He sighed, squeezing you a bit tighter. You sat up now, looking him in the eyes, “Who says we can't?” You questioned, causing him to sigh and only pull you back into his chest, “Riff...?” You tried again after a beat. He was silent except for the sounds of his breathing.

“I’m meeting with some Sharks today, at the Salt warehouse or whatever the fuck that buildin’s supposed to be.” Your heart dropped and your lungs lost every last breath left in them. “No, no, Riff, baby please don’t go.” You grabbed his hand, looking him in the eyes, “Please, baby, don’t go!” You cried, “I gotta bad feeling about tonight, please baby don’t go!” You begged, holding in your tears, “Please. Please!” You shook him slightly, a hand shooting to your stomach. 

You could see his heart break in his eyes.  The pieces of his broken heart disintegrated though when he saw where your hand was. He placed a hand on top of yours and sighed before speaking  “I’m sorry, girly girl, but I gotta. The Jets need me, I can’t let ‘em down now. But, I’ll be done soon, just not tonight,” He held your hand and kissed it, but you got up and crossed your arms, causing him to give you a small smirk, “You mad at me, doll?” 

You flipped around to face him, “Yes, Riff. I am mad!” His smile disappeared.  Your arms crossed tighter, “I wanna start a family with you, baby! I don’t wanna have to worry about if your next beating is gonna be your last!” You quickly swiped at your face with the back of your hand, causing Riff to stand, and hold you close. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you so bad, I love you, okay? This’ll be my last rumble, I promise. I’ll give this all up just for you.” He kissed the top of your head before squeezing you as tight as he could. 

You let out a tiny squeak and giggle, “Riff...” You giggled when he attacked your head with kisses, “You idiot, the baby!” You laughed before he backed off a bit, crouching to the same level as your stomach. “Hi there little one, how are ya? Warm ‘n cozy in there, hm?” he asked your baby, placing a hand on either side of your stomach. He placed a tiny kiss on your naval and looked up at you from his knees, a huge smile on his face. “For both of you.” He affirmed before standing up and kissing your forehead. 

Riff took your hands in his and looked you in the eyes as he kissed the back of them. “C’mon,” He smiled, guiding you to the door. “Let’s go out for lunch. I heard the sky’s gonna be real pretty at our spot today.” You returned a loving smile in his direction before grabbing your picnic basket and your shoes, leading the way to your workplace, a small cafe. On the way there, you passed Doc’s and let go of Riff’s hand momentarily, “I need to ask Valentina somethin’!” You deemed before barreling into the store, causing your boyfriend to laugh and slowly follow behind you. 

“Mi amor,” Valentina greeted cheerily before coming from behind the counter and placing her hands on your stomach, “¿Qué tal está el bebé?“ You raked your brain for a moment to find the word in Spanish for her, “Bien!” You remembered, causing the old woman to beam kindly at you. She was the only other person besides you and Riff who knew about all your plans, your plans to run away from this ugly city and its horrible violence, and how you dream of the day you and Riff can settle down and get married. You hummed as you turned and scanned the shelves for what you were looking for, 

“Do you have any picnic blankets?” You asked, turning back to look at Valentina. She thought for a moment before pointing you towards the basement, “Sí Sí!” She nodded, “In the basement! Should be on the shelves in the back near the bed.” With a grateful nod, you made your way downstairs and began to search for the most comfy picnic blanket you could find.

While you were downstairs distracted, Riff quickly made his way over to Valentina, with a slightly annoyed face, she handed Riff what belonged to him, “Valentina, I-” She held a hand up to his face, “Do not ever say I never helped you out. Just do me a favor, and por favor hazla feliz. Make her very happy.” Riff nodded and pocketed it right on time, quickly darting over to the candy bar section as you made your way up to the cash register, placing the blanket down. You turned to Riff with a smile that stretched from ear to ear, “I found the perfect blanket!” You reached into the picnic basket and pulled out your wallet, “How much do I owe you?” You asked sweetly, counting how much you had with you. 

Valentina only pushed it forward and shook her head, “It is free, happy early birthday, Y/n.” The woman smiled, patting the blanket. You jumped around the side and hugged her tenderly, “I can’t believe you remembered! It means so much...Thank you.” 

Riff stood back, his hands in his pockets, his shoulder on the door frame. He watched you, a smile on his face. He mouthed “Thank you.” to Valentina and she only nodded, a smile on her face too. You were completely oblivious to the interaction and pulled away before grabbing your boyfriend’s hand. “See you soon, Valentina!” You had a huge grin on your face, very excited for your picnic with Riff. 

You exited Doc’s and began to walk in the direction of Mulligan’s, the cafe where Riff loved to visit you at work. You tugged him along with you, the chime of the door’s bell causing a few heads to turn in your direction. Another big smile on your face, you walked up to the register. 

“Y/n! What are you doing here on your day off?” Your coworker, Donnie, asked you before sticking a hand out to Riff. The two shook hands and both turned their attention back to you. Riff stepped a little closer to you and placed his arm around your waist, a protective fire in his eyes, causing Donnie to laugh heartily, “Slow your roll, buddy. I ain’t gonna try ‘n take ‘er from ya. I’ve got me a girl. Besides, Y/n’s like the little sister I’ve never had.” At his words, you could feel Riff relax a bit. He still kept his hand on you though and you cleared your throat, ordering. “Could I just get the house special? And a (your favorite food) please?” 

~ 

Riff took the picnic blanket from your arms and flattened it across the grass, smoothing it out with his hands. You placed the picnic basket in the middle and pulled out the food you’d ordered from Mulligan’s, (your favorite food) and chicken pot pie for Riff. The two of you started to eat as you looked out at the skyline. You shuffled closer to Riff and leaned on his chest. You sat in a very comfortable silence, lost in the beauty of the midday sky. You began to daydream about what it’d be like to marry the boy you were leaning on for the thousandth time, how excited you were to meet your child, and how happy Riff made you. You thought of how much he meant to you, how you’d die for him, and how you’d love for him to be fully yours as opposed to The Jets’ as well. You remembered the first time you’d met Riff, it was at this park, years and years ago. 

You were sitting alone resting your elbows on your knees as you looked at the sky, deep in thought. There was nothing wrong with what you were doing, other than the fact that you were sitting in the pouring rain. There was something so beautiful about the rain that had mystified you in the best way. It was one of the worst storms you’d seen in years, it was windy, thundering, and there was lightning. 

“Hey! What’re you doing out here, angel, are you crazy?!” A voice yelled at you, barely audibly over the volume of the storm. Your head turned in the direction of the voice as you squinted to see the face of who was speaking to you. A man stood before you, shock on his face, along with blood and a black eye. He held his hand out to you, “Get up girly girl, you’s gonna get sick out here!” 

You took the stranger’s hand and nodded before letting him guide you back to his place. He of course was right about one thing, you got sick. But, if you hadn't gotten sick, you may not have ever fallen for the boy. When Riff took care of you while you were ill, you got to know him very well and you fell hard for him. Then, the rest was history. 

“Girly girl?” Your reverie was interrupted by the soft voice of Riff, You hummed your response as you finished eating, dusting off your hands on a tag you brought in the basket with you. “You know I love you right, more than anythin’?” He sounded nervous, which was extremely uncommon for him. You sat up immediately and cupped his cheek, 

“Of course I do, baby. What’s goin’ on? Are you-” You grew increasingly worried at his words, but he interrupted you before too much time had passed. Riff leaned on his elbow and faced you, holding up his right hand he held a dainty, thin, silver band between his forefinger and thumb, “Marry me.” He said breathlessly, his voice not even above a whisper. You had never believed the saying ‘The eyes are the window to the soul’ until now, as you saw all of Riff in his eyes. You saw every element of emotion in his eyes: fear, excitement, and so much more. You couldn’t suppress the tears that spilled from your eyes as you nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, yes!” You laughed, holding your hand out for him to slide the ring on your finger. He let out a relieved laugh and put the ring on you, holding your cheek to kiss you passionately.  

“Marry me, tonight, Y/n. Just you and me. Let’s go to the church and marry ourselves, then we’ll leave this shitty place tomorrow morning. We’ll go to--” You giggled and leaned into his touch, “Pittsburgh! I’ve heard it’s a nice place to settle down.” You interrupted, causing him to smile and chuckle, “We’ll go to Pittsburgh and you, and me, and the little one are gonna be happy there. Forever, angel.” He affirmed, leaning forward and catching your lips in a gleeful kiss. 

You kissed him back deeply before pulling away "When are we going?” It was difficult to hide the excitement you were feeling, and your fiancé could tell. Another laugh and he pulled you up gently, “Tonight.” He smiled, starting to pack up the picnic. You helped him put away everything, way too antsy for your own good. “I love you Riff Lorton! I love you, I love you, I love you!” Your heart and stomach wouldn’t stop flipping, you were ecstatic!

Riff grabbed you by the waist and laughed softly, resting his forehead on yours, pushing your hair behind your ear. “And I love you, Y/n L/n.” He kissed you again, lovingly. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours once again, a hand coming to your cheek to caress it. “Come on, let’s go home so we can get ready for tonight.” He whispered, pulling away as the two of you hurriedly picked up the picnic basket, practically running home.

You two practically tripped over each other to get up, almost running to your shared home. When you made it back, you ran to your closet to find that one white dress you found years back and fell in love with. You lifted it out of your closet and you ran your hand across the fabric, an excited giggle falling from your lips. You heard the door creak open and you immediately hid the dress behind you, laughing at the confusion on Riff’s face. “It’s bad luck to see the bride or her dress before a wedding!” You explained, causing him to nod in understanding. 

He raised a brow, “So, are we getting ready separately and leaving separately, then?” He queried before walking over to you, cupping your face as he looked into your eyes, trying to peer over your shoulder at the dress. You nodded and opened your mouth to speak before he flashed you a mischievous smile,  “I mean, if I’m bein’ honest, baby doll, I don’t really believe in luck or anything like that. I believe whatever happens, happens.” He stated with a quirk of his brows. 

His statement had caught you a little off guard, and while you were processing, he got a look at the dress and chuckled victoriously, “Gotcha!” He teased, kissing your head. All of that had happened before you had the chance to even speak and you smacked him over the chest,

“Riff!” You whined, frowning. He kissed your forehead once again and apologized before backing up a bit, “Hey, I didn’t see you in it, so technically speaking, I never saw it!” He defended, before going to his side of the closet. He picked out the one suit he had and he pulled it out before smoothing it down. He pecked your lips and grinned, “I’ll see you there, my gorgeous bride.” With a giggle and a blush, you nodded and began the process of getting ready for the best night of your life. 

~~

You processed in slowly, basking in the awestricken Riff you’d fallen in love with. He looked at you as if you were the only thing in the world, his jaw slightly ajar. It’d felt like time had slowed down for both of you, and you both felt that you couldn’t get there fast enough, but finally, you made it. Nervous giggles as if you were school children left both of your mouths as you both looked down at your hands and at the bouquet. There was one slightly wilted flower in the middle of the bouquet, and Riff laughed softly, “Couldn’t find a bouquet as perfect as you, huh?” You laughed softly, and shoved him playfully. “I think it’s perfect anyway! Nothing can ruin today.” You teased. “Look, it’s multiple colors! Just like your eyes.” You grinned, causing him to smile wide. “I love you, Y/n, but you’re making it really hard to not kiss you right now.” It was his turn to chuckle now. 

Riff took the small box Valentina had given him out of his jacket pocket and took out both rings, holding up the one meant for you, “With this ring, I promise to protect you forever, Y/n. You have made my life worth living, you have made every day sunny, and beautiful just by being in it. You are the best thing to ever come into my life and I’m so lucky to have you,” He bit his lip to suppress a cry, “And to hold you, and to be able to call you mine. I love you, baby doll. Forever ‘n ever. You and our son.” He coughed out a sob, his eyes flitting down to your stomach. You couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face as he finally pushed the ring onto your hand, and you admired it for a moment before taking the ring meant for him out of the box, 

“With this ring, I promise to love you until my last dying breath, and then some. Riff, you have made me feel so safe, so warm, and so incredibly loved. You have made my days worth living, and you have made every smile I’ve had more and more genuine than the last. I wouldn’t be who I am without you, and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. You make my heart soar every single day, honey, and I can’t wait to leave this place and start our life together. Us and our little boy.” You sniffled, pushing the ring onto his hand. “I love you, Riff Lorton. More than you will ever know.” You smiled up at him, only smiling wider when you saw how lovingly he was looking at you.

“By the power vested in me, by me, I may now kiss my beautiful bride.” He whispered softly before pulling you in and kissing you with fervor. You kissed him back just as passionately, if not more so. Your arms found their way around his neck as his found a home around your hips. After a moment, you both pulled away before going in for another kiss. You rested your forehead against one another before the two of you started laughing softly to yourselves. 

“You look gorgeous, Mrs. Lorton.” Your husband grinned from ear to ear at your new name. Your heart skipped a beat at the name and you giggled, “Why thank you, Mr. Lorton. You, however,” You hummed, pulling him a bit closer by his jacket, “Look ravishing.” A light pink dusted his cheeks as he kissed you once again before grabbing your hands, turning you towards the entrance of the church, “Are we ready to go home, gorgeous girl?” He asked softly, stars in his eyes. You nodded excitedly and started to walk hand in hand with him out of the church, ready to celebrate the beginning of your new lives. As you left the church, you delicately placed the bouquet on the stairs before running back to your new husband. 

You two rushed home to avoid any of the Jets or Sharks who may be lurking around. When you finally got home, Riff picked you up and gently placed you on the wall before kissing you deeply. Your giggle fell muffled between his lips and your hands found their way tangled in his hair. Your hands then found their way under his shirt before a sharp rap on the door interrupted the two of you. 

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath, looking down at his unusually formal attire. As he put you down, you pushed him in the direction of your room, “Go, go. I’ll distract whoever that is, just go change.” With a smile and a grateful peck on your lips, your husband ran into your room and began changing as you went to the door. 

You opened the door and saw your visitor with his hand up once again, as if he were going to knock again. “Y/n,” Tony breathed out. He sounded nervous which was very uncharacteristic of him, which made you uneasy. You nodded and stood aside for him to enter, “Riff’s asleep, are you alright?” You watched as your husband’s ex right hand man stepped into your home, his head anxiously darting around the room. “Tony? Are you-” 

“We gotta stop Riff from going to the rumble.” The words shot out of his mouth like a cannon as you moved quickly to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. “I’ve been trying for days. If he won’t listen to me, he won’t listen to anyone.” You sighed sadly, causing Tony’s nerves to fray even more. You walked back over and handed it to him, and he thanked you for the water, “Thank yo-” His eyes fell on the ring. 

Oh shit.

Riff came out with messy hair and he ran a hand through his hair to keep up with the illusion that he had just woken up, faking a yawn too. Tony’s eyes zeroed in on the matching ring on Riff’s hand and you tried to warn him, but he didn’t see your eyes in time. Riff seemed to catch on though, just a second too late. 

“You...You got married?!” Tony stood from the couch, his head darting between the two of you, “And you didn’t think of tellin’ anyone?-” Riff stepped closer to you now and held you close to his side, “Evening to you too, buddy boy.” He spoke flatly, causing Tony’s eyes to scrunch up in concern, annoyance, and maybe a little hurt. 

“Riff, you’ve got a wife now! That’s even more reason to call this whole thing off!” He argued, taking a step closer to your husband. Riff held a hand up to Tony’s chest and shoved him back a bit, “I gotta do what I gotta do, Ton. Can’t just turn my back on my boys like someone else did.” You and Tony both winced at Riff’s words, but you pulled on his shoulder. 

“Baby, he’s right. Please. I don’t got a good feeling about tonight.” You pleaded again, a lump in your throat starting to form. You couldn’t stop the hole in your stomach, only growing now.  Riff looked at you and held your face in his hands, “I promise you, Y/n, this’ll be the last one, once and for all.” He offered a small smile to you before turning back to Tony. 

“I gotta bad feelin’ too, Riff. C’mon, please, I-” Riff grabbed his shirt and shoved him back a bit, “I already said it’s happenin.” A whistle sounded in the hallway and Riff turned his head towards it. “So are ya sinkin’ or are you swimmin’?”  With another shove, Riff walked back into your room. You shot Tony an apologetic look before following Riff. 

“Baby, I’m begging you, please don’t leave me!” You were almost crying now, “Don’t leave us.” You grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach, pleading with him. One of the first things that you fell in love with about Riff was how his eyes always told a story. And now, you could see a war raging behind his heterochromatic eyes, but clearly, he’d already made his choice. 

He slipped off his cross and placed it around your neck. It hung low around his neck, so it hung a little under your chest. He kissed you deeply, “Now I have to come back to ya. You know how much I love that thing.” He kissed you again, longer this time, as if it were his own sort of goodbye. You held his face in your hands and kissed him for as long as you could before he pulled away. 

You knew him. You knew he didn’t want to pull away, but he had to. You could feel it in his sluggishness, “I love you, Y/n. Always, baby doll.” He kissed your right hand, the ring being a cold reminder of what he was leaving behind. You grabbed his wrist and stopped him from moving, “Wait, wait. I got you something. I just never had time to give it to you.” You rushed over to your jewelry box and pulled out a silver chain with a pendant on it. Confused, he hunched over a bit so he could look you in the eyes as you placed it around his neck.  He lifted the pendent and clicked the button on the side, watching as it slowly fell open. It was a picture of the two of you kissing, one that Tony took years ago in front of the clock tower at the park. 

Riff bit his lip as he looked down at the picture, he surged forward and kissed you again. He broke away first and held it in his palm before closing his hand around it, “I love it, Y/n. Thank you, doll. I love you so much.” You couldn’t stop your bottom lip from trembling as you broke down into sobs, “Please, please baby...” You tried one last time as he held your cheek and kissed your forehead. It hurt Riff to leave you two, but it hurt him even more to say, “I promise you, I’ll come back home tonight.” Another kiss. 

Another, louder, more shrill, whistle sounded in the hallway, and Riff took this as his sign that he’d been kissing you too long and that he needed to go now. Another peck as he held your face, “I love you, Y/n. I’ll see you soon.” You sniffled and nodded, “I love you more, Riff. Please be safe, my love.” Wiping your tears away as you followed behind your husband to the door. Tony looked at you remorsefully and offered you a hug, which you gratefully accepted. 

“Are you going with him?” Your voice had cracked as you had asked, it being overloaded with emotion. Tony nodded before squeezing you a little tighter, then letting you go. “Take care, Y/n.” The taller boy said, offering you a comforting smile. “And you, Anton.” With another smile, he walked out of the door, following Riff. You stood in the doorway and watched the two boys walk off. As soon as they were out of sight, you walked back to your room, sitting on the bed, sobbing. 

~

An hour had passed since the two men left your home. The sinking feeling in your stomach had only grown stronger, and you couldn’t take just sitting there anymore. You had been nervously fidgeting with Riff’s cross, sitting in his blue striped shirt on the couch. You went back to your room and opened a drawer before you slipped on a pair of pants. You had turned off all the lights in your apartment, and grabbed your keys, locking the door behind you. 

As you made your way towards the warehouse, you clutched Riff’s cross, praying to whoever was listening that your husband was alright. You looked around for an entrance to the warehouse and finally found a garage door that was slightly ajar. You slipped under it and stayed in the shadows, you watched on and saw how the Sharks’ leader, Bernardo delivered a sickeningly hard punch into Tony’s face and you covered your mouth to hide your wince. Riff got involved and shoved Bernardo, and Tony grabbed him and tried to stop him. Too late though, as Bernardo stumbled into his guys and a knife skated across the floor. It seemed the leading Jet hadn’t noticed as his attention was mostly on Tony, “Tony, the hell are you doin’, you’re breakin’ my heart, man!” Riff sounded terrified, and you were too just watching it. “Riff, see, look I’m fine, okay? I’m not really hurt. So, there’s no need-” 

“No...!” You whispered, watching as a Shark picked up a knife and slowly began to make his way to your husband. You ran forward and shoved him, a noise of relief leaving your mouth, but a sound of terror leaving your husband’s. You had successfully protected Riff from getting stabbed, but in his place was you. You crumbled into Riff’s arms, he was always there to catch you, so now was no different. 

Riff lowered you down onto the ground, pushing hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. “Sweet girl, no, why’re you here? Why’d you do that, beautiful?” He cried out in disbelief, his tears streaming down his face quickly, not caring that everyone saw his weakness: you. You were Riff’s weakness, and now everyone knew it. Tony was the only one who knew about you, but everyone put two and two together when they saw the matching rings you and your husband wore. 

“I...told you I didn’t feel right, about tonight, baby. ‘told you that, didn’t I?” You chuckled softly, caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch, holding your hand to his cheek, on top of yours. He choked out a sob before sniffling and only looking at you, he felt a large presence around him shuffle, but his eyes never left you. He pulled the gun out from the back of his pants and fired exactly six shots into the ceiling, causing everyone to fall back and disperse. “Dies,” Riff commanded, placing the gun back in the back of his pants, “Take care of this. I gotta get her home.” Your husband didn’t wait for a reply before he picked you up and ran in the direction of your home. 

You were about six blocks from your home before Riff felt your body heat start to leave, “Keep those eyes open, pretty girl. Talk to me. C’mon.” Riff begged, seeing your home in the distance, but you only shook your head. “Can’t, baby boy.” You let out meekly, your eyes barely staying open now. “We have to stop...” You trailed off, Riff’s heart shattering in his chest. His run had slowed down to a quick jog, to a brisk walk, to finally him placing you down in your spot. 

Riff looked at your now pale form as he caressed your cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby.” Riff sobbed out, petting your hair. You shook your head weakly, “You shouldn’t be, Riff. You didn’t do this.” You reached your hand up to touch his face, and once more, he leaned into your hand. His sobbing had only gotten worse, as now he couldn’t feel the temperature difference between your ring and the rest of your hand. You were so cold. 

“My baby, you’re so cold. You’re so fucking cold.” He rubbed your hand in order to create friction as you winced, sucking in a breath. “It’s okay, baby. I’m feelin’ fine.” You attempted to soothe your husband, causing him to cry even more. You didn’t even know if you were crying anymore, it was the last thing you were focused on. You looked up at the brunet boy who had your heart and memorized every little line on his face, every shape, and every thing on his face. You wanted it to be the last thing you ever remembered and saw. 

But, now you could tell you were crying. It hurt so bad. The Shark stabbed you in your upper abdomen, and you whined out a cry. “It hurts so bad, Riffy. But, you made this birthday the best one I could've ever asked for.” You sniffled, your noises of pain making this so much harder to deal with. He was sobbing so hard now he could barely keep his eyes open, but he tried to. He needed to, he couldn’t ever forgive himself if he didn’t have a last memory of you. He sobbed out his next sentence, pulling the gun out from the back of his pants again as he rearranged himself in the position he was in earlier that day. Silently, other than the noises of his cries, he held up the gun, asking you if it was what you wanted. With a weak nod, he sniffled and nodded back. 

“This wasn’t...your fault, my-my love. I love you so much, Riff Lorton. Forever...” You weakly said, your hand still on his face. Riff didn’t even have time to cock the gun before your hand fell from his face and onto your stomach, right next to the cross he’d given you. 

“This wasn’t your fault.” 

A more obvious lie had never been told.

“I love the name Andy.,” He gently shook Y/n, holding her face as his voice broke. His sobbing had come back at full force. He caressed his wife’s face, pushing hair out of her face. He didn’t want it to bother her, she had to be comfortable, you know? Y/n’s hand came back to the front of his mind. The pool of blood around her shirt- 

Another sob ripped its way from his throat. He didn’t even realize she was wearing his shirt, his favorite one to be exact. Y/n wore that shirt whenever she was scared, whenever Riff wasn’t home, or when she just missed him. The blood surrounding the wound in her abdomen was right next to the cross. Riff almost sobbed harder, but he had started to cough from the rawness of his throat. His vision flickered in and out as his eyes were strained to the ultimate degree. 

His cross next to his wife’s blood had cemented that it was all his fault. Even God was laughing at him now. 

Riff’s chest rose and fell as he panted, even more angry at himself for not even being able to put her out of her misery in time.  “I love you too, Y/n Lorton.” He picked up Y/n’s hand, kissing her ring finger softly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it…” He knew there was luck now, and he realized he had none, because who would believe in luck after losing everything? 

Riff’s eyes fell on the gun that had been laying next to Y/n now and he picked it up, knowing he had two bullets left. When firing the six shots earlier in the warehouse, he made sure to save two, just in case. Riff devised a plan to shoot himself in the stomach where she was stabbed, and to deliver the killing shot to his temple. But, it’d hurt too much to be without her, as any length of time without Y/n had felt like a lifetime. By now, Riff had lived multiple lifetimes without her. He abandoned his plan though, placing the barrel against his temple. The gun was still warm, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation of grief consuming Riff. It was nothing compared to what it would’ve felt like to hold Andy for the first time, nor could it ever compare to growing old with Y/n and sitting in their Pittsburgh home, watching the sun set. 

He cocked the gun and longingly looked on at Y/n, he laid on his side now, on his left elbow. He held her hand with his right one, the gun propped in his left hand. “We’ll start our family in Pittsburgh, baby. Just you, me, and Andy against the world.” 

Click. 

Again.

Click.

Riff pulled the trigger multiple times now, a hollow clicking sound filling the space. 

The gun had jammed. 

Riff sat up on his knees now, his eyes never leaving her. He hurled the gun to the side, a small ‘plop’ being heard as it landed somewhere in the pond. Riff  screamed louder than he ever thought possible, his hands flying to his hair as he pulled on it as hard as he could. 

Diesel was the one to find the lovers whose story had ended too early. He stood behind the clock tower at the center of the park, wincing at his leader’s sobs, pleas, and scream. He gave him more time before emerging from behind the brick building. He slowly walked towards Riff and had his hands in his pockets, “Boss,” he started off quietly, more as a question to test the waters. 

If his eyes were a flame, his eyes would’ve burnt a hole right through the poor girl, Diesel was sure of it. “Riff…” He tried again, but still nothing. He stepped to the side of the Leader, kneeling as he analyzed him. He saw the bloodshot eyes, tear stained cheeks, and the clenched jaw. He tentatively placed a hand on Riff’s shoulder before it was thrown off. Riff kept his eyes on her, but turned slightly towards his right hand, “Get the hell away from us. You don’t deserve to look at her.” He said coldly. 

Diesel knew that Riff was hurting, but he had no idea how to disengage from Riff and not fight. “Boss, we should probably get you two home.” Riff tore his eyes away from her now and shoved him, getting up and looking down at the shorter of the two. “You got no right lookin’ at her! No fuckin’ right being here! This is our spot!” He spat angrily, his chest rising and falling at an incredibly quick pace. Diesel stood and took another step towards Riff, and Riff did the same. 

Riff opened his mouth to spit more venom at Diesel, but he had nothing. He just collapsed onto his knees and looked at her again, more tears raging down his face. Diesel had crouched down now and placed a comforting arm around his shoulders. “She wanted me to get away. She wanted me to leave. She talked all day about having an off feeling about today…” Riff trailed off, slightly leaning into his friend’s touch. Riff usually hated showing emotion around his guys, but now was an exception. It had to be. 

“We woulda loved to get to know her, Riff. But, let me call the guys. We’ll bring her home.” Diesel patted his shoulder, checking Riff’s face for any argument. There was none. Diesel let out a whistle, and Jets made their way to the three of them. Diesel stood and let Riff sit for a moment more. 

“Take her home, boys.” Diesel said softly before extending a hand to Riff. Riff didn’t take it, leading his right hand man to pull him up by his arm. 

~

Riff didn’t sleep that night. He stayed in the same clothes, he didn’t wash his face, but he showed up. He stood at the front of his living room next to Y/n’s coffin. The casket she rested in was one that Ice had found stolen at the church. It was beautiful, it was what Y/n deserved. Everyone agreed on that. 

Riff looked at the members of his gang and then back at his wife, “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” He paused, his hands folded in front of him. “My wife is dead, just because I thought I was right about everything. My son is dead, because I thought I could defy odds. And look who had to pay the price.” He walked over to her, looking down at her. 

The Jets were surprised at his words, but it’d been surprise after surprise lately. First, none of them knew that Riff had even been seeing someone, except Tony. Tony kept it a secret with them for years, making sure to cover for them when he could. The Jets had even less of an idea that he was married, or that he had a child on the way. They all mourned for the girl they wished to know. She was a beautiful girl, and from the way Riff talked about her, they knew she was sweet too. 

Though Riff was in a room filled with people who had his back, he’d never felt more alone in his life. While he had the Jets before he and Y/n met, he felt incredibly alone all the time, but when she came into his life, everything felt right. He had never felt alone again. Until now. 

He spoke directly to her now, “I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have gone to the rumble. I shouldn’t have looked at your dress. I-” he inhaled sharply and couldn’t stop himself from caressing her face as he quietly weeped. 

His cries only grew more intense, as did his anger as his eyes fell upon her hands. 

The bouquet she was holding had a wilted flower in the middle. 

“Couldn’t find a bouquet as perfect as you, huh?”

“Look, it’s multiple colors! Just like your eyes.”

“I love you, Y/n, but you’re making it really hard to not kiss you right now.”

Not even twenty four hours prior to now felt like an eternity away. Riff never wanted to forget the sound of your laugh, your voice, the way you said his name, nothing. He turned to the Jets and was seething, “Who got the flowers.” He stated his question as opposed to actually asking it. 

Mouthpiece nervously piped up, “I, uh, I did.” He quipped quietly, and Riff was lifting him off the ground in a second. “Where did you find this bouquet?!” He shouted in his face, causing some of the other Jets to yank him off Mouthpiece. “O-On the stairs of the church!” He choked out, nervously panting. “Those were her flowers.” Riff spoke angrily. 

He turned back to his wife, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “I love you, forever, and then some, my precious Y/n.” He held her hand, running his thumb over the band once more as he kissed it softly. Gently, he placed her hand down on her chest. 

He looked at her for another moment before he stormed out of his apartment, running as fast as his legs could take him. He swiped at his eyes fervorously as he approached the area. He went inside the clock tower and climbed to the roof, looking down at his and Y/n’s spot. He clutched the locket she had given him as he stared at their spot, throwing his leg over the edge, pulling his other with it. He sat on the edge of the building staring down at the spot as if to never forget it. 

He took a breath and sighed shakily, “I love you, Y/n. I’ll see you soon.” And with that, Riff fell from the tall clock tower, his eyes only on the spot he and his wife used to lay almost every day. He felt no fear anymore, only excitement to see his love once again. 

A flash of white had filled his vision and he had to squint to adjust to the sudden brightness. Riff felt warmth all around him, and looked forward, seeing large wings wrap around him. “Woah…” He let out quietly, before the light had dulled a little bit. He could now see the face of the being with wings. She said nothing, and only smiled before holding him closer. 

“Guess I was right about you being an angel, yeah?” Riff said happily, embracing her tightly. 

And then it was overwhelmingly dark.

“Riff. Riff, wake up.” 

With a start, he shot up. He wasn’t in the park anymore, but in a bed. He was shirtless now too, and he held a hand to his head. “What happened?” He asked sadly, rubbing his closed eyes. 

“Did you have another bad dream, baby?” At the pet name, his eyes shot open. There Y/n was at the end of the bed, a look of concern and worry on her face as she held their son in her arms. Riff surged forward and attacked the both of them with kisses all over. She laughed softly, a sound Riff never wanted to stop hearing. “Look, Andy, looks like daddy missed you.” Y/n teased,  a smile on her face.

He kissed their son on his head, and hugged them both as tight as he could, crying happy tears. With her free hand, she held Riff as close as she could. “How bad was that dream…?” She was almost scared of the answer at seeing how Riff was reacting. Y/n’s husband shook his head as he captured her lips in a kiss. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just so happy and lucky to be here with you.” 

Hours had passed until someone had decided to go check the park. Tony was the one who had the idea to, knowing how much Riff had loved to go there with Y/n. He had no preparation for the sight in front of him. He saw Riff’s corpse at the bottom of the clock tower, nearby to their designated spot. Upon a closer look, Riff’s hand was clutching a necklace, a locket. 

Tony clicked the button on the side and started to cry, seeing the picture he’d taken of Y/n and Riff years prior. Tony had never thought about it, but whistling for the Jets was difficult when you couldn’t stop crying. 

Riff’s eyes were open, but he looked content, and knowing him, Tony knew Riff died content. Tony closed Riff’s eyes with his hand and looked away before his gaze made its way to the spot he and Y/n had loved so dearly. 

He had only hoped he would reunite with his girl and their child, wherever he ended up next. 

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