#sorry to be a salty bitch but its true

[tethered-heartstrings]

very happy there is a "no reblog" option. the next thing tumblr should roll out is "people can reblog but no one can add anything to the post"

[tonyspank]

TRUTH HURTS

Summary: Your girlfriend finds out your secret.

A/N: I was listening to Lizzo when I wrote this lol. And I didn't revise this at all, so if there are mistakes, sorry!

Warnings: Reader and Jenna being too cute at the end. But actually, I can't think of anything.

"I just took a DNA test turns out I'm 100% that bitch! Even when I'm crying crazy." You sing on top of a rooftop, your Spider Suit hugging your body. Karen (an artificial intelligence user interface created by and installed in your Spider Suit by Tony Stark) had turned on your swinging playlist that you had created last month. You pause your singing to take a bite of your sandwich you'd gotten from the deli a few blocks down, savoring its sweet and salty flavors.

Being New York's Spider-Man/Woman was absolutely exhausting. Yet, the thrill of it all was worth it. You smiled, content with the knowledge that you were making a difference in the city. You had to balance your heroic tasks with your everyday life, but it was worth it. You felt proud to be able to help people in need and make a difference in the world. You had found your true purpose. Sometimes you'd fear for the people you loved. You didn't want them to get involved in the crime you fought everyday. You kept doing your best to protect them while taking on the criminals. You knew that you were making a change and that's what kept you going.

Jenna, your girlfriend and also an upcoming actor didn't know exactly who you were. She thought you had a normal job, and thought you were just an ordinary person. She had no idea that you were Spider-Man/Woman, risking your own life to save others. You were afraid to tell her the truth, but at the same time you wanted her to know the truth. You decided maybe one day you could tell her hope she would understand.

You freeze your dancing and chewing, seeing a group of thugs walking into an alleyway. You knew you had to act fast, so you shoved the remaining half of your sandwich into your mouth, pulling down your mask. "Karen! Pause my playlist please." You asked the AI assistant installed in your mask. You started running, jumping off the roof and shooting a web out towards the alleyway, determined to protect your neighborhood.

You followed them, keeping a safe distance, and watched as they opened a door in the back of the alleyway. The door revealed a secret hideout with a large stash of weapons. You web yourself to a corner of the hideout, waiting for an opportune moment to act. Suddenly, the door opened and several armed men entered the hideout. You knew you had to act fast and without hesitation. You quickly webbed one of the thugs to the nearest wall. 

"It's Spider-Man/Woman!"

The other thugs were taken by surprise raising their weapons at you. "Now that's no way to treat company!" You say with a smirk under your mask. "I was on my lunch break before this!" You fired a web at the thugs and they were suspended in mid-air, helpless. You quickly zip around the room, disarming each thug and taking their weapons.

You turn to the last one, still suspended in the air, and say "Let that be a lesson to you. Don't mess with me on my lunch break." Before you fire another web, your phone vibrates. You drop to the ground, pulling it out of your tight pocket and read the contact name, which reads "Jenna" Face-Timing you.

Really? Now? When you're fighting criminals? The thug attempts to attack you with a crowbar, but you dodge it easily holding up a finger. "Dude, please? I gotta text my girlfriend."

The thug stops, stunned, and laughs. He throws the crowbar to the side, shaking his head. "Man, you got some serious priorities. Alright, go ahead and text your girl, I'll wait."

 The thug stepped back and crossed his arms. He watched with amusement as you texted away, trying to explain to Jenna you were too busy to Face-Time. After a few moments you put away your phone, turning back to the thug. "Alright, I'm ready." The thug grinned, showing off his broken teeth. He took a step forward and raised his fist. "Let's get this started then," he said.

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, preparing for the fight. The thug lunged forward, but you were ready, dodging his attack and counterattacking with a flurry of punches and kicks. In a few short seconds, the thug lay on the ground, defeated.

"Karen could you call this in and call Jenna back for me?" You nicely ask the AI, Karen responded, "Yes, of course. I am calling Jenna now." Karen connected Jenna to a call and the police were dispatched.

You web away from the scene, as Jenna answers and you hear her lovely voice. "Hey, where are you?" You answer, "I'm at home. I just got back from Feast. " Jenna is suspicious but you assure her that you were just busy helping your Aunt. 

She reluctantly believes you, "Oh, okay. Well, I have good news!" You swing low in the streets, dodging cars to entertain yourself. She continues, "I got the role!" You nearly get hit by a car, but move just in time. You yell with joy, "That's great! Congratulations!" Jenna laughs and tells you how excited she is about the new role. You talk to Jenna for a few more minutes, sharing your excitement about her news. "How about I take a shower and come to your place?"

 "Orrrr," She trails off, "I come to your place and we use your vinyl player and celebrate over dinner?" You hesitantly agree. Were you going to make it back home in time to shower, prepare dinner, change, and beat her there? You start swinging off your webs faster, hoping not to run into anything with the speed you're going. You see your apartment building in the distance and you're relieved. You quickly swing inside from your open window. You turn around to close your window, but your heart drops when you hear a gasp behind you.

You spin around to find your girlfriend standing in the doorway, her mouth agape. How did she get here so fast?! You stand there frozen, unsure what to say. She stares at you, her eyes wide and searching for answers. Your heart beats faster as you try to come up with an explanation. You take a deep breath and take off your mask throwing it somewhere in your room as you open your mouth about to speak.

You finally blurt out, "It's not what it looks like!" She looks at you skeptically and you can tell she doesn't believe you. You take a step back, trying to figure out how to convince her otherwise. You open your mouth to explain, but no words come out. You sigh, "Okay, maybe it is what it looks like."

She stares at you, and you take a step closer to her. You reach out to take her hands in yours. She flinches and pulls away, but you continue to hold out your hands, looking into her eyes. She takes them, and you squeeze her hands, letting her know that you understand. "I wanted to tell you."

"Why haven't you?" "I was scared," You say. "I thought you wouldn't believe me, or worse, that you would think I was crazy. And I don't want you to get hurt because of me." She nods, letting go of your hand to run a hand down your cheek. It was a claw scratch from months ago, a battle you had with The Black Cat.

"What happened here? I’m now starting to realize it wasn’t Ms. Browns cat." You take a deep breath and tell her about the fight, and the superhuman strength of the cat, and how you managed to get away. You tell her about the strange feelings you have been having lately, and how you think something strange is going on. She listens quietly, her face a mix of concern and understanding.

"Are we okay?" You ask, your voice barely above whisper. She smiles softly and takes your hand again. "We're okay. I believe you, and I'm not going anywhere," she says, her voice gentle but strong. "We'll figure this out together." She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You take a deep breath, the tight knot in your chest loosening a bit. You can do this, with her by your side.

You nod, your eyes meeting hers. She smiles again and brings your hands to her lips, kissing them softly. You feel a warmth rush through your body as you realize that, together, you can take on anything. You pull her into a hug, your hearts beating in time.

You whisper in her ear that you love her and she whispers it back, her breath tickling your neck. Holding each other, you guys are okay. You stay like that for a few minutes, before finally pulling away. You both laugh and she takes your hand in hers, the warmth of her skin instantly grounding you. You walk together towards the future, ready to take on the world.

"So, Black Cat. What's she like?" She grinned, her eyes twinkling with mirth. You playfully roll your eyes at the question, "A real wildcat and a tease." You smiled, "You kind of remind me of her." Jenna looks at you, a brow raised. "I remind you of one of your villains?" You chuckle, "In some ways. But that's why I like her. She keeps me on my toes." Jenna grins and shakes her head, "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult."

You laugh, glad your girlfriend took everything so well. You didn't know what you would do if you lost her over your secret identity. Jenna puts her arm around you and says, "I'm just glad you're here with me. I love you no matter what." You smile and kiss her forehead, relieved that you could share your secret with her and that she accepted it. 

After you change, shower, and prepare dinner Jenna and you spend the rest of the night talking about your powers and how you got them. You feel a connection to her that you didn't before, because you can now be open and honest with her. You are grateful for her understanding and love.

Jenna steps out of the apartment as her phone rings, and you lay down on the sofa, relieved as you watch TV. You feel like you can finally take a deep breath and enjoy the night's calm.

Outside of your apartment door, Jenna answers her phone. A known voice is on the other end. "Kingpin," Jenna murmurs into her phone, sighing. "Hey Felicia," Jenna grits her teeth together in anger. "That's not my name anymore. I left it behind along with that life." Jenna pauses for a moment, her heart racing as she remembers her old life. She takes a deep breath and continues. "I'm not going back." Kingpin laughs, a mocking sound that grates on Jenna's nerves. "You know I can find you wherever you wander."

"Listen," she says firmly, her voice full of determination. "I'm done with the old me. I'm creating a new life, and I'm not going to let anyone drag me back." She takes a deep breath and straightens her posture, her eyes blazing with determination. "I'm done with crime."

"But is it done with you?" I've seen you on the TV. Trying to convince everyone and yourself that you're a good person." Kingpin replies, on the other side of the phone. "I know what you're trying to do, I can tell. But you can't run away from who you are." Jenna remains silent, not knowing what to say.

He continues, "Or do I have to touch that spider of yours to remind you?" Jenna takes a deep breath, feeling like a million thoughts are running through her head. "You won't get the chance," she says angry. "If you or your goons show your face in New York, you're done with."

He laughs. "I admire your courage, Jenna," he says. "But don't forget who you're dealing with. I'm not some kind of joke." The line clicks, and the call is disconnected. Jenna takes another deep breath, trying to calm down. She knows she's made a powerful enemy, and she's not sure what to do next. She has to be careful, she knows. She can't let her guard down. But she also knows that she has to stay strong and fight for what she believes is right.

Suddenly, the door opens and Jenna comes back, a small smile on her face. "You okay?" You ask, concerned. Jenna nods and smiles, not wanting to worry you. She takes your hand and leads you away, ready to take on whatever comes next.

Jenna jumps at a noise emanating from your bedroom. With your super-hearing you can hear it clearly. "Oh, when you walk by every night. Talking sweet and looking fine, I get kinda hectic inside."

"Sorry," you mumble, embarrassed. "That's Karen playing my swinging playlist." Jenna's face relaxes in relief, and she smiles. You take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. You ask Karen to turn up the music, and you both start dancing to the music coming from your mask. You both laugh as you twirl around the room, forgetting the world outside. As the song ends, you pull Jenna close and kiss her. You both agree that there's no better way to spend your Saturday night.

[mcytblrconfessions]

Hi, little hater here from earlier. At no point when writing that out did I think it was misogynistic, but like. Yeah it might have been a little bit. Idk if I would care enough to yap about it if it had been just another guy being added. Maybe I am holding her to higher expectations then I would for a male creator.

I was hoping for other female creators to get in, and maybe since she was the final person announced in the 6 we expected I'm salty cause she 'took' the hypothetical slot that other creators I was hoping for for lifesteal. And that's stupid, and looking back I know that that's stupid. And that's not on Kab, that's on Lifesteal for adding 6 guys and 1 girl, and that's on me for bitching about it in a public place.

I've been watching her for a while now, and I really do want her to succeed. I think some of my hesitancy for her in Lifesteal is the sort of lack of commitment to real storybeats that we saw in the final stretch of s5, and Kab deserves to be in better stories. She's at the top of the artform of mcrp, and so far Lifesteal has not been. I want Lifesteal to do better, and maybe Kab can bring some of that to the server, but like unless they can reach that level idk if its the right place for her. I just don't want to see her on a server that refused to meet the energy level she brings to things.

Idk man. I'm not that pressed about it, just between seasons is the time to yap cause theres no streams to watch to focus on instead, by july 7th I'll be hyped to see her there. I'm sorry about that prior ask. I will be paying Kaboodle the unfair hater tax in the form of a gifted twitch sub tonight.

first off, thank you for the apology.

i dont have any real bias for lifesteal or kaboodle. i started watching lifesteal this week and im not familiar with kaboodle at all. and the reason ive stayed away from pvp focused mcrp is because it's so heavily male dominated especially lifesteal, ive been making jokes that there's a secret no girls allowed rule since ive heard abt it.

this fandom has a long history of not treating women well and when a woman is a fan-favorite she's really only allowed to be 1 of 3 things, a fighter, a girl-boss, or ur soggy poor wet little meow meow. its just not fair to creators to be essentialized and treated as support for their male peers. made to fit into men's stories instead of getting recognized and respected for their own. and smps themselves have horrible ratios, my favorite is hermitcraft but 5(4?) out of 27 is less then 20 percent! that's terrible! there's so many wonderful women ccs out there yet so little space is made for them. 2(3? idk squiddo's gender) out of 31 is the ratio for lifesteal 6. i dont need to point out how bad that is.

so to get an ask with "I just don't think that the vibes are going to be right with her there" put me really on edge. it's putting the fault on her, and it's ignoring that there was a group of lifestealers who already agreed that she was a good fit because she's on the smp! she's on the team! the difference between "the vibes arent going to be right with her there" and "they can't reach her level" is huge. but you know lifesteal better then me. if you say they cant match her energy i believe you! but if it's true, her and lifesteal dont work out because she did put her all in and they didnt that is still completely different from the thesis of your original ask

ive turned off the reblogs of the other post but i hope moving forward we can be more critical and careful with how we treat our women creators. there's already so little space for them in creator spaces let's not push them out of community spaces too.

[ficbrish]

Devotion

Rating: Explicit 18+ only!

[AO3 Link]

[Kinktober 2023 prompt thanks to @absurdthirst! October 27th - Wax Play]

[[TW/CW: Blood]]

Summary: Astarion and Vistri devote themselves to one another.

Durge Vistri and Astarion on the night after the graveyard scene, in the Lower City camp church. There are SPOILERS for BG3, Dark Urge, and Astarion under the line!

[Click here for my other Kinktober one-shots]

Astarion could barely articulate himself over his full-chested guffaws, “You are—You are too… Cannot be serious!”

The damp stone of the ruined church crashed with the echo of their voices. Their laughter shouted and bounced between its crumbling walls as if coming from a thousand people, but it was just Astarion with his Vistri.

“It’s true!” she insisted, her voice so full of amusement it went pitchy, “We did!”

Tears were actually streaming down his cheekbones, “Why was I not there?!”

“I don’t know! You were off somewhere.”

“You didn’t wait for me!”

“We couldn’t!” Vistri laughed, “I swear!”

“Then do it again,” Astarion demanded in an even, heated tone. It made them burst apart.

Their cackles smashed crudely across the old stone. Vistri wiped the tears from Astarion’s eyes, her hands shaking with laughter. He grabbed her fingers and kissed them reverently.

“How did you do it?” he asked.

“Shadow,” Vistri collapsed on herself out of hilarity, “Shadowheart and Lae’zel pretended to get into a fight—”

“Pretended?”

“Yes, well, this time.”

“Ah. Do go on.”

“Right. They were shouting over by Wyll, because as you know, Mizora always hangs over by Wyll. Because—”

“Because she’s obsessed with him.”

“Right. Exactly. So,” Vistri broke into giggles again, “So Mizora leaves and—”

“And?” Astarion asked impatiently as Vistri struggled to control herself.

“And when she passed me by! I did a little spell! And… It shoved her stupid, devil panties up her big, blue arse!”

“I hate you!” he howled, laughing.

Vistri was so far gone she collapsed into his chest. If Astarion were to let go now, her face would surely crash into the floor.

“I’m sorry!”

“Without me there!”

“I know!”

“You bitch!”

“I know!”

They sunk to the floor. His knees weakened and his balance collapsed. He fell, and she fell on top of him.

Then there was silence in the church. Only Astarion staring up at Vistri, and Vistri gazing down at Astarion. Their chests danced with heavy breath. He reached up to tuck her little braid behind her ear.

“You are my whole heart,” he whispered.

Vistri shut her eyes, and he reached up to wipe away her tears, “Don’t cry, love.”

She laughed, “It’s so ridiculous! I don’t know why.”

A salty, warm drop landed on Astarion. He let it trickle down his own cheek, leaving a cool trail across his face of her inner life incarnate.

He sat up to hold her better, “Do you have to know?”

Her head shook against his chest.

“That’s all right. Sometimes these things just happen.”

Vistri shut her eyes and found fear woven under layers of her forgotten self. She also found it in Astarion’s care. Somehow those two discoveries were linked, she knew that, but didn’t know what it meant.

Throwing her arms around his neck, clinging like a lost child, she begged him to find her, “I think I might be afraid.”

“Can I tell you a secret, love?”

She nodded and wiped her nose on her arm, for she had no sleeves.

“I’m always afraid.”

He spoke his admittance so close to her trembling lips. She could taste him through his words, and the ache and the void in her both shouted for the salve of him. Vistri leaned in for a kiss. The warmth of it stung her frigid fear.

The moment stilled; they found the stars. His tongue slipped past her lips, and Vistri moaned her acceptance. Now Astarion knew these appetites were truly his, he found himself ravenous.

“Wait,” she interrupted.

“What is it, love?” he asked, his lips lingering on her neck. There was a nasty bite sitting in his fangs with her pulse so near.

“I had a… plan for tonight.”

He nibbled her ear, “Is it a naughty plan?”

Vistri laughed the spikes out of her skin, “A rather silly plan, but one from—Gods!—from the heart.”

Astarion loved when she went all shy, it made her perfect to tease. He chuckled “Please do tell. What does your silly, little plan entail?”

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“You’ve already made me laugh plenty.”

Vistri rolled her eyes, but she was blushing, “Okay.”

Astarion grinned ridiculously as he helped Vistri to her feet. Her silly, little plan burned inside her pockets. She was discovering so many shades of fear this evening. She thought through this moment so many times it felt casual enough to do for real. Now her thoughts scrambled for a way out, but even with the best excuse, nothing in her wanted to lie to him. Even a tiny deception, after all they’d been through, felt like betraying everything they fostered.

Even at her bravest, Vistri still couldn’t meet his eyes, “I kept something I found in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. I’ve wanted to show you for a while. To share with you...”

Her fist pulled the keepsake from her pocket and stayed shut, “Although, as I warned you, it’s so silly—I just never found the right time.”

A deep breath, and her palm blossomed like a flower; two gold rings sitting at its center.

“…Oh…”

“Please don’t panic!” she said, ignoring her own advice, “I don’t mean it to be that serious.”

Astarion smirked, “Looking to wed me with a delicate veil of blood blooming over my white curls, darling?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

He shook his head as if the denial was delicious to him, “Never in all my days. I’m just as sure of that as I am of you.”

The impulse to forgive him was blasted away by his sudden outburst of laughter.

“Well, I meant this to be a little serious…”

“No,” he protested, trying his best to regain his composure, “You don’t understand!”

“You said you weren’t going to laugh!”

“I made no such promise, but don’t worry. In a moment, you’ll be laughing too.”

Watching him reach into his pockets, Vistri searched for the punchline. Maybe he was freaked out. Maybe he didn’t understand—

“Turns out, we think quite alike. Eerily similar, really.”

Astarion presented in his palm a different set of rings. Vistri’s mind reeled as a dizzying wave crashed over her.

His confession was shy, even though she’d gone first, “I kept these too. Found them near that Sharran nightmare of a hospital—bleak as it was. Always wanted to show you, but never found the excuse. Until now, you perfect thing.”

Vistri wiped her eyes, scoffing, “Who are we?”

“The kind of people who exchange rings in a church. Apparently,” he giggled.

“Gods, it’s so embarrassing.”

Astarion gathered her face with his free hand and held her close. He kissed the top of her head, feeling her hair on his lips, “Why not be as embarrassing as we can fathom?”

Vistri laughed into his chest, “Okay.”

“So… Uh, what do we do now?”

She cleared her throat, “How about… I’ll give you one of mine, and you’ll give me one of yours. Then we can… Oh, maybe we declare how we feel—Is that dumb? Answer me honest.”

His happiness sang though his eyes, “Every time we reach into our pockets, or look down at our hands, we’ll remember that we belong to each other.”

She almost couldn’t take it when he was this sincere, “Your rings are so much fancier than mine.”

Astarion smiled kindly, “I believe they have a warding bond, so do let me know when you plan to wear it.”

“Wait! But that’s—If I get hurt, then you…?”

“I don’t see how that’s any different. Any scratch on you is a stake through my heart. It’s all the same to me.”

A hard lump thrummed alongside Vistri’s pulse as they fought for occupancy of her throat. There was no space left for sentiments, “Mine don’t do anything special.”

“What made you keep them?”

“They belonged to a local couple—dead now,” she swallowed, “The letters on them… They appeared entirely devoted to one another. A couple of ordinary people, but they—You could just tell they were happy, even though there’s nothing left now but bleached bones.”

“And that made you think of me? Other’s devotions?”

She nodded, ashamed to hear her impulse spoken aloud.

“Then they’re special,” he stated. Astarion had more to say, but the words got caught.

Countless things tugged on her soul, haunted things and resurrected dreams. They crawled out from her arteries like roaches, skittering onto her skin.

“I’m the spawn of a murder god.”

“And I’m the spawn of a vampire lord.”

Vistri shook her head, “You’re your own person now.”

“And I still want to be here. Isn’t that funny?”

“Oh, it’s hilarious.”

That was it, though. Astarion could give his affections freely now his life was his to lead. Bhaal still owned her future, and father didn’t approve. Astarion could dispense promises, but Vistri could only give wishes. It didn’t feel fair; made it harder to take everything in.

“I don’t quite know what living is,” she said, “But I know I want to spend it with you.”

Astarion kissed her, “Put a ring on my finger, love.”

She blinked, recovering from the whirlwind of his kiss, “What should I say?”

“No cheating!” he chided dramatically, “Tell me something you feel and something you promise. I’ll do the same.”

“But I can’t make promises,” she heard herself say.

“And why not?”

“The Urge. It’s still in me.”

“I’d rather be the only dark power inside of you.”

“Astarion!” she giggled.

“What does the Urge have to do with anything? A bit of rope when you feel it coming on, and nobody dies.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?”

“Could you make promises before Cazador was dead? Really, truly give yourself to anything? Even if you longed for it with your whole heart.”

“Shit.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

Astarion held her tight and thought for a moment. He knew the answer but wanted something different. Even though there was nothing binding in their little theatre, he felt a great sorrow. His freedom didn’t feel the same without hers.

“If you can’t promise, you can’t promise. What else can you do instead?”

Her voice was thick, “I can wish for something. Wishes, I can put my whole heart into.”

He gave the tip of her nose an affectionate peck, “Then we can exchange wishes for now, and save promises for later. Actually—Please allow me one promise. And you don’t even have to return it because you already fulfilled what would be your end of the bargain.”

“…All right.”

“I know-I know it’s bullshit until it happens, but I promise you, you’ll be free of him. As free as I am now. I’ll kill a god if I have to! I don’t know. But I know you won’t be his toy forever, love. And when your life is all yours, on that day, we can make promises together.”

“I think that was three.”

“Vistri.”

“You said one promise.”

He frowned.

“Astarion, I’ll die if I think of it. I can’t hope. I can’t think of it.”

“You won’t die, love, but we can wait if that’s what you want.”

She nodded, “Give me your hand.”

“Oh, right!”

It was like marble, pretty and delicate with a solid strength. His long, pale fingers reminded Vistri of feathers. Art made of nature.

“How I feel about you and a wish?”

“Yes,” he said dryly, “But do make sure it’s only one wish. Otherwise, I’ll come for you.”

Vistri giggled, “I did not come for you!”

Astarion raised his brow, “Really? My mistake.”

“Shush! I’m trying to put together how I feel and you’re teasing me.”

One of his fingers tickled her palm, “Can’t wait to do more than tease you.”

She had to close her eyes and shut him out, or else she wouldn’t make him wait. Vistri knew how she felt, but none of it was in the shape of words. Maybe there was a language out there with some to capture it, but even from the fathomlessness of the Astral Planes, she couldn’t conceive of such a vocabulary existing.

So she settled for her best attempt, “The more you show me, the more I love. Knowing you… Every bit I see, I cherish. You are my favorite thing about the world, and-and I want you. Astarion, I want all of you.”

His tone was warmly strained, “And what do you wish?”

“For our lives to be blended, always. No matter what happens, I wish to never be rid of you.”

Her hands shook as she slipped one of her gold rings onto his finger. After finding which it fit, Vistri lifted it to her lips to bless it.

Emotion clouded his speech, “Thank you. Here let me put the other one on you too.”

They didn’t linger in the moment because they couldn’t. One glance at their matching gilded hands was like a peak at the sun, and their eyes burned from it.

Astarion still had to mark the moment before moving on, “It’s kind of like we’re wearing your heart on our fingers, isn’t it?”

Vistri laughed out of happiness.

“Let’s add mine then, shall we?” he asked, taking hold of her other hand.

“I kept these because I want to protect you. I didn’t tell you about them because I figured you’d never agree. At first. Then I felt too much to give them. Honestly, they’d probably just rot away in a drawer for centuries if you hadn’t brought yours out first. So, thank you for being braver than I. And for being patient with me. And so kind.”

“You taught me how to be all of those things.”

“I was there as you learned along the way. You, my dear, cultivated all that yourself. It’s why I love you so. Or part of why. It’s rather inexplicable actually, which makes the part where I tell you how I feel a bit difficult. How could I possibly capture all of it in the turn of a phrase?”

“Right? It’s so hard!”

“You made it seem so easy,” he giggled, “I’m just so happy that I don’t know what to say. I’m still getting to know what that is, happy, but you’re the one who first introduced it. Actually… That’s my wish. To learn enough that I can tell you. I’ll discover every detail and translate for you; whisper it into your ears every night. That’s what I feel, and that’s what I wish.”

He put the ring on Vistri that would hurt him the next time anyone dared harm her. Astarion would take the hit, even if it were from Bhaal himself. Then she dressed him with the other of the bonded pair. Now they had her heart on one hand and his on the other. Seeing the rings felt the same as when they took each other over his grave once he decided to live again.

“I’m yours now,” Astarion promised.

Vistri threw her arms around his neck, “I was always yours.”

To Astarion, Vistri was the light you see before death, and it brought him back to life. Unreal and bright, like an ideal end to a story; bliss shouted over the blight of his past, and he surrendered to its ebullience. It welled in his eyes, and she kissed it away. He brought her face closer and tasted her mouth before touching her lips. Dissolving self into an ‘us’, they slipped their tongues onto each other, slipped hands under cloth to meet the cool skin underneath.

He picked her up and sat her upon the altar, and possessed, they moaned. Helpless to whatever would happen next, each touch spurred another touch. Every taste only provoked their appetites. Powerless to the miracle of each other, they surrendered to it together.

Astarion leaned forward and crawled to her kiss.

She eagerly gave it, then stole her tongue away to remark, “Good thing our families aren’t here.”

His laughter barked through the church, bouncing down the empty aisles.

Vistri grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him back in, to devour him. He met her with a deep “mmmppphh” that she could feel the buzz of along her teeth. His intoxicating taste was the only thing she ever wanted for the rest of time. Astarion didn’t realize how lucky he was, not having to breathe. Vistri always had to eventually pull away.

“I love you,” slipped out of her so naturally, and used to be so hard to say. It was like taking flight.

Astarion kissed her, over and over, before saying it back.

“I have no gods,” he whispered softly against her jaw, “But I can worship you.”

Vistri yelped from the want that clenched around her like a vice, and she squirmed under his chest.

“I’ll have no sovereign,” she panted, “But I can devote myself to you.”

Astarion smiled so widely it broke their kiss, “You are the most precious thing.”

He stood up and surveyed her with a wild look of affection mixed with lust. Candlelight flickered against the glint in his eye. Then he turned to the long-forgotten, burning votive candles at their side, and told her—

“I have an idea.”

Vistri slipped her tunic off, exposing her back and chest to the cold stone altar.

“I think I like your idea,” she said, having followed the trajectory of his eyes.

“Lie back, darling.”

The candles dripped onto Astarion’s hands before their melted wax met Vistri’s soft stomach. He gritted his teeth and made no sounds. She cried out and laughed heatedly.

A little drop of it on her hip, a button over solid bone. A little stab of a burn that faded fast. As the lightness of pain left her, Astarion caressed her other hip, a gentle tease of his feathery finger. Vistri felt her heart expose itself a bit more with every drop and subsequent caress.

She unraveled as he lowered himself, kneeling. Her belly and hips were decorated with dried wax, and having left a satisfactory painting, Astarion tore her trousers off. Lustily, he trailed his mouth along the inside of her leg. As his touch on her skin cooled in the absence of his tongue, he tipped the dying candle to drip wet heat onto her shivering thigh.

Vistri yelped and Astarion kissed her, slowly, just above the knee.

“Does that hurt, love?”

“A little.”

“Do you like when it hurts?”

Vistri outstretched her arms. She ran her fingers through his hair, tangling herself in it. His fangs scraped along her skin, and she pulled his hair, dragging his face up and down her thigh. Astarion knew his hunger would never best him, but he trembled from the fight.

“I love it when it hurts.

He groaned, a stumble in his control that provided such relief raw emotion escaped it like steam.

Stroking his curls, she begged, “Bite me.”

His armed linked around her thigh like a serpent. Vistri gasped, feeling his teeth pierce the most vulnerable spot, the part prey should never expose to a predator. And he drank her up, sucked her down. Vistri felt the weakness in her head as she gave herself as sacrifice to his ecstasy.

“Take me,” she moaned, rolling her hips; draping her other leg over his shoulder.

He gulped her down with a whimper, then pulled back with a whine. His bloody grin was more warm than devilish. She wanted to see more of it; felt excitement at the prospect of coming days filled with it.

Astarion kissed his bloody bite mark and licked up the mess. Vistri leaned back as his tongue travelled further upwards. When it found her center, he looped his elbows under her knees, and gave it a kiss.

Vistri cried out his name, and the stone shouted it back to them. He felt her nails skate across his scalp and onto his ears. When she grew louder than he knew she wanted to be, Astarion added his fingers to her sweet torment. His sucking and stretching radiated into a beam that made existing in her body something good for once.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured along her folds, “Be a dear and die a little for me.”

Her body took his words as an imperative. The ruined stone around them hadn’t sheltered such praises for decades.

Vistri sat to kiss him with abandon. His hands worked at his tunic, and she helped him out of it. Then off went his breeches and stockings. Naked and trembling, Astarion joined her on the altar. Bodies intertwined; they reached a state of perfection.

Perhaps they were the gods this church was rotting away for.

Vistri rolled out from under him. Straddling him, she looked down and surveyed her beloved. He twitched and shuddered pleasantly as she teased him with a gradual grind of her hips. Hard and unsatisfied, the slow movement against him was equal parts pleasure and torture.

She reached out with a finger to trace his lips, “Whenever I look at you, devotion becomes my favorite word.”

Astarion brought her finger into his mouth, curling the tip of his tongue around it.

“It’s a higher form of love, you see. Most people only give such a thing to gods. It’s when you dedicate yourself, body and soul, to something else. A paladin’s oath. I never wanted to be Bhaal’s chosen, but there isn’t a moment where I don’t wish to be yours.”

He was coming apart underneath her, “Vistri…”

“I love you, and I can’t believe I found you.”

His grip on her thighs tightened enough for her to gasp. He panted, “Take me.”

Doing so all at once, he tore through her like a blade. She needed more, and raised herself for another fall, again and again. Astarion moaned freely under her, not trapped but released; his voice like that of a chanting priest blessing an offering.

Having just feasted on her dragon, god blood, Astarion grew too restless to lie there and take it. He didn’t want to spoil such a splendid sight, but he needed somewhere to put all the power roiling through him. He sat up, embracing her writhing form. Overpowering her rhythm, he wrested control; holding Vistri tight in his lap, rutting into her.

Astarion knew her ecstasy by her breath before he felt her pulse and squeeze around him. Her shouts rumbled under his tongue as he licked her neck. His eyes began to roll back, but he held on to watch her die another few deaths.

“You belong to me now, darling,” he said, “For as long as you wish.”

“I wish it. I wish it.”

“Do you love me?”

“I love you.”

“And who are you devoted to?”

“You, Astarion. Devoted to you.”

“Oh, I know that. Tell me again.”

“Devoted… to yo—Hah—you!”

He flipped her over like a cat with its plaything. On her side a while, then her back.

“Look at me,” he said, and she lost herself. Astarion tumbled into the unknowing with her. Who they were peeled away, leaving only how they felt.

Breath was their last offering to the altar. Reality returned with their clothes, but they brought their fantasy back with them. Their feelings and wishes sat solidly on each other’s fingers and beat life in their chests.

Not wanting to leave the church yet, they sat up against the altar and each other.

“You know,” Astarion remarked, “I thought last night was the best one of my life until tonight.”

Vistri’s muscles were still getting used to smiling so wide, “Every day with you is better than the last.”

He kissed her forehead, “Can’t wait to see tomorrow.”

[Click here for my other Kinktober one-shots]

[loonarii]

ranking EVERY AESPA song

caused some drama with the blackpink ranking so fuck it we are doing it again with one of the most innovative groups of the fourth generation (yeah i said it) From best to worst, here we gooooooo

Next Level (everything shifted, the universe as a whole changed trajectory, life conceptually was never the same)

Spicy (there is crack laced in the veins of this song istg)

YEPPI YEPPI (aespa does itzy??? I fucking love this song its SO GOOOOOD)

Savage (if you get it you get it and if you don't you don't, and if you don't i feel sorry for you xx)

Black Mamba (a step by step guide on how to debut with a fucking bang)

Hold On Tight (negative promo and still that bitch - 4 YA LIFE)

Lucid Dream (EGOT status)

Dreams Come True (who else is doing it like them fr)

I’m Unhappy (WE DON’T APPRECIATE HER ENOUGH SHE’S SO GOOD U GUYS)

Illusion (yuh this ate)

ICONIC (they said it themselves lmao this shit is I C O N I C )

Thirsty (so good it’s almost offensive)

I’ll Make You Cry (bad bitch energy)

aenergy (the name call bit is certified camp)

Welcome To MY World [feat. naevis] (aespa does alan walker??? This song is so underrated it’s unbelievably good)

Salty & Sweet (girls comeback had just flopped & rent was due, so gigi entered the studio and said it's time to make history)

Lingo (we are now entering the 'i don't rlly like this song zone' but we as a society are a little too rude to her shes not totally shit)

Girls (had her moments but the chorus is just a little boring)

‘Til We Meet Again (to quote our queen kim jisoo: not bad but not good)

Beautiful Christmas [with Red Velvet] (have zero desire to stream but why does this kind of slay lmao)

Life’s Too Short (can we please go back to fighting neon futuristic cyber-villains and stop with the acoustic disney channel misused aave im begging)

ICU (for the wellbeing of society im filing a restraining order on acoustic guitars on aespa’s behalf)

Forever (nobody moved. I actively pretend it doesn’t exist and the fact i had to break my delusion for this ranking is offensive xx)

[rrxnjun]

stress is deff a bitch but i feel like me and stress are the same now so🤡🤡

it's the 20th of august🤭 nooo that's a bit sad that u couldn't add urs but ur still a king for adding three birthdays in there🫡

WELL I HOPE THAT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN!!🤣 whaaattt that's such a long time oh my but the fact that u still had it is jaw dropping tbh

i don't understand why middle aged women have to be so rude sometimes☹️ wait i completely forgot that accents exist oh my god now thats even worse🥲 YEYY U SHOULD ARANGE ONE IN OCTOBER AS WELL COME TO THE 5SOS SHOW WITH ME/j (i'm heartbroken i have no one to go with so i probably can't attend) (i hope this doesn't break ur heart more cuz i saw ur posts about them sorry if it does☹️☹️hope i didn't cross a line with this joke☹️)

NOT TELLING ANYONE🫢 i look up to u for that cuz i'm still pretty much unable to do i suck💔 SO TRUE THE BEST DESCRIPTION I HEARD OF THEM JUST SOME GUYS!! i was so sad when yedam and mashiho left and i understand the soft spot he is such a lovely guy🥹 being a treasure stan is fun and a heartbreak but glad u admit now that ur a teume 🥲😌 ofc ofc we are sharing😵‍💫 HE IS SUCH A MENACE AND ITS SO FUNNY tbh he was the reason why i came back to tumblr cuz i wanted to see more content and things about him then i ran into the same problem as u that there are not that many writers in the fandom here tbh (or i just can't find them)💔 (sooo if u end up writing something for jihoon i will be waiting🫣)

IT SHOULDNT BREAK UR HEART IM SORRY IT WAS A CRY IN A POSITIVE WAY!!! i think it just means u portray emotions well (?) cuz every time there is a good sad scene in movies or books i just have to fight the tears back even when i was in a good mood before💔 AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING WRITER AND JUST BEING LOVELY AND READING MY LONG ASS REPLIES LMAO U ARE JUST TOO NICE OF A PERSON💖💕💝 (liebestraum anon💕)

omg 20th august is such a good bday to have im noting it down!!! 😌😌

IT IS the fic was originally supposed to be a part of collab but the writer deactivated and cancelled it but when i asked if i can keep the idea they were ok with it!! so yeah hopefully one day 💓

LOOK lets go to the concert together 😭😭 im like,, half serious and half joking 😭😭😭 i keep telling my mum about it and like the bus tickets to budapest are only 7€ and then i can find a cheap hotel and shit and i have money saved for the tickets 😭😭😭 like. budapest is objectively the closest stop to me ((even tho im still salty there is no vienna then i would go for sure) and i wanted to visit anyway 😌 but my mum doesnt wanna go w me and my dad doesnt either and i have no friends that would wanna go w me either and i am not allowed to go alone so. theres that 😭😭 i dont think ill get to go tbh im still kinda heartbroken but oh well its not the first time :// if i didnt live in such a shitty ass place this would all be easier 😭

girl i think its a miracle tbh but i got the names down. thanking my hyperfixation tendencies 💓💓💓 when i saw it i was so shocked tbh and now i keep getting sad mashidam edits on my tiktok fp and living through the pain LMAO. GIRL my crush on jihoon is getting out of control like genuinely what the fuck is happening to me- WHY IS TEUMEBLR SO DRY THO WHERE ARE THE FICS ??? i found like 3 fics and the rest are like 2 years old headcanon posts its such a struggle 😭😭 do i really have to do everything myself on this site.... (dont feed my delusions but give it a few months and if i dont fall out of them i can see myself creating a seperate treasure blog.....got a jihoon drabble idea the other day but. i will contain myself. so far he's the new main side character of the mark fic im writing 🥴)

awh you are too sweet 😭😭😭😭 thank u so so much !!!! this means the whole world to me 💓 once again was happy to hear from u, hope youre doing well ily xx

[pian-ran]

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[xoryugujixo]

“𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈?“

𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩!𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw: facefucking, use of a vibrator, facial, degradation, slight hair pulling, barley implied chubby reader, slight bimbo reader

masterlist

as always kaminari was sitting in front of his PC and you laying on his bed watching his finger furiously working the keyboard, with the LEDs radiating against his milky skin. and of course, they were displaying the color pink because as soon as you walked inside his small slightly messy room it was the first thing you commented on.

laying on his bed was getting more and more bored by the second. especially when you were promised a good time upon arrival.

“kami, it's s’boringgg, can we do something, please?”

“yeah just a sec babe,” releasing a long whine as this was the third time he’s said this. assuming denki is no long even listening to your words anymore and just letting out an automated response whenever his ears pick up your voice. so instead of sitting on his bed for the rest of your visit, you walk over to him to see what has him so invested on the screen.

wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing your head on top of his. “what game even is this kami?” in this position, he was unable to answer as his mind went blank. maybe it was because kaminari could feel your warm plush tummy pushed against his back or how he felt the steadiness of your breathing.

“umm, i-it’s something new y’know,” he stuttered out with flushed cheeks and a small smile. but you were too distracted by his discord chat to notice the red renting his ears.

“what does glazed mean kami?” you asked squinting your eyes to see the continues messages pop up. kaminari wasn’t able to comprehend what had just left you in a pouted lip confusion.

flexseal💪💯: get glazed bitch 💀

a true loss for words, kaminari had no idea what to say. he knew you weren’t really into gaming that much so he doesn’t blame you for not knowing some terms.

“kami are you okay? i’m sorry if i did something wrong.”

he was starting to lose it. denki always had a thing for your innocence in these type of situations, even though you both were far from it.

“no i promise you haven’t! it’s j-just.. you re-remember last night right?”

you were left stumped for a second trying to figure out what you boyfriend was referring to, then it hit you like a truck.

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“fuck baby, you always take me so good.”

this sentence always went straight down to your pulsating sex, influencing more clear nectar to spill its way out onto the vibrator underneath you. especially when his swollen cock was stuffed in your throat.

“why dont you look up with those big brain-dead eyes babe." doing as told, looking up at denki as best as you could even as he rammed you throat.

"and keep moving those fucking hips bitch. dont think i didn't notice you stopped."

even if it was agonizing you listened as always, because with this view who would complain. denki's thighs were spread, sweat glistening on his torso and chest, and his head thrown back with loud whimpers escaping.

he slowly brought up a hand to the back of you head to get a firm grasp on your hair releasing a breathy string of curses.

“shit, i don’t know if im gonna last," the whines that left his mouth only made you only rut harder against the vibrator.

“f-fuck y/n!”

expecting the usual warm salty nectar to spill into your mouth instead you feel something land on the center of your forehead and cheeks. being startled when it starts to drip down restricting your vision.

“oh! sorry babe give me one sec!”

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“nope, i kinda forgot. can you show me?”

[lazycheesecakeee]

Lovers in games

Pairing: Lee Hyunjae x reader, *sorry fo the implications I put on Sunwoo it was just for the plot*

Genre: SMUT, angst, even fluff if you squint

Warnings: the usual- smut, curse words, implied cheating, my writing???, not edited enough I suppose

Word count: 5.1 K

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"I know you're hurt, even if act nonchalant sweetheart" He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

The fucking audacity.

"How observant you are" you roll your eyes. But the stinging and bitterness in your heart were very much there, as you watched the party unfold, even if you looked through everyone, rather than at something.

Hyunjae chooses to shut his annoying mouth for a little, opting to pour you another glass of whatever concoction of cheap alcohol was served. He hands it to you, but the look in his eyes as you made eye contact does nothing but piss you off even more. Not that you weren't already angry.

"Stop looking at me like that" you shoot him a glare.

"Like what?"

"You know like what."

"No I don't. Enlighten me."

"Like you pity me." You roll your eyes. "Also you don't need to babysit me. I won't start crying and I won't drink my bodyweight in alcohol either. You know me enough to know that." You say, voice laced with saltiness.

"I know." He sighs, seemingly unimpressed by your rant. But knowing him, it wasn't like that.

"Maybe I just want to spend time with you. You've been so busy lately." he adds, looking somewhere through the crowd.

Yes. You have been. Between the mountain of assignments, work, trying to keep yourself mildly sane, and your little escapades with Sunwoo, you were virtually impossible to catch, even if he was in the same major as you. 'He wants to spend time with me' You roll your eyes internally.

"You're so full of shit that I wonder what made me talk to you, like ever." you say to him with an eye roll, not sparing him a glance.

"Because I was hot. Thats definitely why."

It was true. 

Since everyone seemed to drool over him and call him mysterious and stalk his Instagram and praise every word that came from his mouth in class, you wanted to see what the hype was about. You obviously had eyes, so the moment he tried to sweet talk you, even if he was shit at the fuckboy game (he got embarrassed far too quickly by whatever came out of his mouth), you entertained him regardless. It was quite funny, maybe even endearing. Until you figured out what a little shit he can be sometimes. But keeping him close rendered advantages too. So, despite the constant nuisance and annoyance at his boyish remarks qnd mannerisms, you found he is actually fun to be around. Sometimes. And he liked cats. So you chose to keep him in relative proximity.

"True, you egotistical bitch. How is that working for you by the way? Did you find any interesting targets yet?"

"Nothing I would like to put any special effort in right now." He answers nonchalant.

"I see. Guess having people throw themselves at you has its advantages. You are not even working for it." You smile sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes. "So, why are you sticking around at this shit party after all?! Are you looking for targets too?"

"No. I just thought I would take advantage of the free alcohol and distractions."

It was true. Why go home and drown in thoughts of why your "boyfriend" would do such a thing, when you can chat up random people who probably don't remember you and drink as if it never happened. By the time it was time to get home you would be a mixture of drunk enougy and exhausted enough to just go to sleep without properly doing a skincare routine. And then it would be the next day. Ignoring the issue seemed like the answer for now. Or so you tell yourself.

"I know you expected better from him. And I know you're not gonna cry. I don't think I've ever seen you cry anyways. And this is not babysitting by the way. I do like being with you, I just happened to witness that. He's such a idiot for not knowing better honestly."

His words had this underlying honesty and objectivity. Like they always did. It kinda annoyed you how you admired the way he spoke about things with others.

You scoff. "Such bullshit".

But he is right about the timing thing. You haven't spoken to him more than "hello's" or acknowledging smiles in the hallways in weeks. But at this very party, when you were supposed to surprise Kim Sunwoo, your latest, over 2-months endeavour, Hyunjae happened to be around to witness you seeing him "mildly" cheat, to put it nicely. By mildly you mean witnessing a make-out session and this random girl trying to rile him up. He didn't seem particularly bothered. You decided to not make a scene and go outside. You werent per se dating. But it definitely stuck in your mind that you didn't really see either of them afterwards, you had to admit.

You honestly can't say you were shocked. You just stood there, barely even arrived at this ominous frat party and witnessed it go down.

Such behaviour was quite expected of Sunwoo. Everyone knew that. Including you. And you can't say you expected a dramatic change in behaviour from him, just because he chose to be around you more and fuck you regularly for the past 2 month or so. But it was still quite shocking of an image. It stung just the normal amount and made you feel slightly sick in your stomach and disgusted. And through all that as it happened, right behind you was the infamous older "fuckboy" you knew, Lee JaeHyun. He didn't have the tactics down as well as Sunwoo, you suppose, nor much of the typical behaviour. He cringed himself at any sweet talk or bold, cheap flirting remark. But it was part of his charm. Not that it mattered. He had people throw themselves at him constantly. And him seeing this while knowing of your business was making it worse. Now he stuck by your side.

But back to the culminant moments. He seemed quite shocked himself as he didn't take his eyes of Sunwoo and the scene, even as you kinda bumped into him to go somewhere else. He knew and saw, much like a lot of people, the two of you together quite a bit. He chased after you through the people. To the outside you looked just like you usually did, pouring yourself another drink, as if the one you had in hand was now too disgusting to look at. You downed the shot in one go. You went outside to breathe. He stood by your side. You came back inside. He stood by your side. He didn't dare speak. Until he did. And now, half an hour later, with a few more drinks in your system, Hyunjae following you like a hawk, and a heaviness in your stomach, you opted to sit on some counter and have underwhelming conversations with him, in a mildly sheltered place where you could hear each other and watch random people do stupid shit.

"Well, thanks for the therapy, I guess." You laugh as you down the rest of your drink. But you can't say you're not grateful for his presence.

"That's what I'm here for, love" he laughs.

"To be my therapist? I think it could rather be the other way around but sure. Whatever makes you sleep at night."

"You make me sleep at night" he says with a suggestive smile plastered along his features. What a good joke.

You give him one of the signature look whenever he tried flirting with you. A mix of "wtf" and disgust. "Can that even be qualified as a terrible pick-up line? It could pass for an insult honestly." You say with fake pity in your voice.

"Guess it's good I used it on you then. Constructive criticism on why I shouldn't use it. Besides, you also like insults. Win-win I say." He says with another arrogantly boyish grin.

You spare him a glance before rolling your eyes with a sarcastic smile.

"See? You can't even say I'm not right. I win." He winks at you. Cocky idiot.

"Anything for your ego, you moron." You add with an eye roll. "Degrade me senseless, Hyunjae." You say in a sarcastically submissive voice. "Is that what you want to hear?".

Of course it was. You don't exactly know what prompted you to say such a thing to him all the sudden. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe you were losing braincells. But you sense the change in the air immediately, in the way he turns to look at you.

It came that much better from your lips. He might not go around admitting it, but he wouldn't pass on the opportunity. He would like to have you at his mercy. To ruin you. But he couldn't let you know it was that easy to get to him.

"Sounds good coming from you. We should try it sometimes." He says playfully, taking another sip of his drink, maybe to hide the reaction you stirred in him.

You smack him playfully, smiling. "Is that your tactic, usually?"

"I don't need a tactic. People just can't have enough of me."

"How humble, just like I know you." You state.

"It's true." He adds, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

"I know that. I see many girls everyday who talk about wanting their opportunity with you. It must truly be something. They don't even come back crying because you're an asshole. They just plan how to get to you."

"I see you have plenty inshight. If you want a taste we can always schedule something. You'll have priority in the list, too." He closes the space between you just a bit more than usual, looking you in the eyes. His gaze is powerful.

"Aww am I that special?! How sweet." you coo with sarcasm dripping from your tone. "Oh to be part of Hyunjae’s body count."

He pokes his tongue on the side of his cheek. If it's one thing he has, it's the audacity, besides the looks.

"Of course you are special. Besides, I bet I can make you cum faster than your shitty sound cloud rapper boyfriend." He adds, closing the distance even more, arms touching, and his lips touching the shell of your ear.

'Maybe sometimes... just sometimes... he knew what he was doing', you're thinking.

"What makes you so sure?" You challenge him, usual sarcasm barely covering the fact that you were flustered.

"I just have a feeling" he adds nonchalant as he comes face to face, closer to you. Sudeently eye contact seems impossible to hold. There is not anymore space you can back into on the thing you chose to sit on. And then he adds with incredible nonchalance: "If you wanna test the hypothesis, I can be your rebound fuckboy."

His hand is on your thigh and you don't even remeber him touching you before. And now it was digging and you felt the growing neediness in your stomach and lower.

"How sweet to offer" you add, almost breathless. When did he come to have such an effect on you?! You were fake flirting all along, after all.

But the moment doesn't last as all the sudden some drunk dude stumbles upon the edge of the small carpet and drops both bottles, shattering them into pieces, few inches from you. The liquid spreads and the shards are everywhere. But even with Hyunjae’s back fortunately covering most of your front, a piece of glass manages to cut your knee, not even mentioning his jeans are ruined. The pain is not high, you don't even really realize, as you were worried if anything got to hurt Hyunjae.

He asks if you are fine and you nod, he says he is fine as well and helps the dude get up on his feet.

"Your bleeding from your knee" he says concerned, and before you have time to process, he lifts you to take you upstairs.

The movement surprises you and as you adjust yourself better you cannot help but say "I can walk dumbass."

"I know you can."

"You're gonna get blood on you." You add, wondering how such a small cut can actually bleed so much down your leg.

"I don't care."

Finding an empty bedroom with a good bathroom proves pretty challenging but you manage.

He basically sits on you the bed but he feels the need to add "Sit for me sweetheart." as he goes to look for, you assume, whatever supplies. You are more shocked by his actions than the small cut. After all you had endless such cuts from not paying attention when shaving.

"Is that your usual line?" You raise your voice slightly to make sure he hears you.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night." He says, mocking you with your own earlier remark. He comes back fastly and sits on his knees to examine you knee. He takes your legs and lifts you again to move you further back on the bed have more space. 'Fuck why is he strong enough to do that so effortlessly?!' You think to yourself.

"Guess going to the gym so often is working for you" you say sarcastically. He only spares you a glance.

The sight of him on his knees on the floor attending to you was delicious, to say the least. He takes your leg and bends it to his will and after he is done disinfecting and applying pressure he puts a plaster on the cut.

"All set baby" he says and looks up at you, patting your bare thigh.

His job is done. But why do you feel like that wasn't even his job to begin with. You almost wanted him to disrespectfully look under your skirt. You wanted to feel his gaze and lust on you. So you take matters into your own hands and lift your leg just enough to give him plain sight of your crotch, just for a brief second. As if it was an accident. The crotchless underwear a sight to see, too.

He sees exactly through and his expression changes, and his hand goes on each one of your thigs, squeezing them, skirt slightly lifted from earlier still. You can feel his breathing on your lips. And the intense gaze he has on you. You wait for his next movement. The anticipation of having his mouth on your clit is beyond words, and you made it pretty clear, as desperate as that might've looked, you didn't even care.

"Is this your way of telling me you want your place?" He says condescendingly. "Because you will have to be more specific to get what you want, sweetie." That damned smile. He does know what he's doing, after all.

You don't say anything. You just grab the back of his head and kiss him, going down from the edge of the bed on his lap. He starts kissing you right back and his hands start to wonder. The material of his jeans feels more than amazing as you start grinding on his thigh.

He stops you in your movements. "No-uh. You don't get to cum like this sweetheart. You tell me what you want and I consider giving it to you."

"That doesn’t work on me" you say, disregarding his words on purpose. He lifts you and throws you onto the bed. The manhandling. You liked it more than you would admit. He comes on top of you.

"Is that so? Let's test how resilient you are, kitten."

The petnames were always a thing with him. But in this context it grows to affec you more than you would like.

"I bet you are exhausted from pretending all the time" he says between forceful kisses on your jaw and neck, which are bound to leave marks.

"Shut up. Good for you for not caring. Maybe you should show me how one day you fucking..." You say between breaths. He wraps his hand around your throat.

"If you are a good girl, I can show you everything and more" he says, seemingly not half as worked up as you were, despite the feeling in his pants saying otherwise.

"Shut the fuck up" you say and you wrap his necklace around your fingers, pulling him down. He is a better kisser than you would like to admit. Better than you thought. You suppose it's from the experience.

His hands trails downwards and under your skirt and when it finally reaches your core he can fully feel how wet you are through the gap in your lingerie. Fucking Sunwoo. He really screwed you over big time. You went to this kind of length for him. But it's not like he mattered right now. 

"What an idiot. He could've had this and missed the opportunity" Hyunjae says, the dent in his pants rising significantly, as fingers barely graze your pussy. He lowers himself, going back to the edge of the bed and pulling you by your legs.

"I never thought I would see you on your knees for any woman." You admit, somewhat condescendingly.

"I only get on my knees for the interesting ones."

"And what makes me interesting?! The fact that you cam compete with that fucking asshole to fill your ego at my expense?"

You like getting a rise out of him more than you would like to admit.

He smirks. "No. The ego boost is just a natural bonus." He says starting to kiss up your inner thighs. "Observing you is always interesting. But watching you fall apart up close I guess is that much better." He says, sucking your skin, and you can feel it's gonna leave marks.

"You carry yourself well, kitten. Truth is I was surprised to see you with him in the first place. Didn't take you as the type to date fuckboys."

At this point your breathing was unstable and all his useless talk and intense eye contact while feeling his breath on your core was making you more needy than you thought possible.

"Oh really? Who did you think is my type?" You ask, just to keep up the seemingly unaffected image.

"Maybe someone like Changmin. You stare at him a whole lot."

"I suppose you're right." You say but it comes out breathy, as a moan.

"Already falling apart, huh? And I haven't done anything yet. Maybe I am your type after all."

He could be. You can't say no. And your pussy seemed to betray you like no other in front of him. There was something about seeing him like that, that made your brain go insane.

"Fucking do something" you urge him by grabbing his hair.

"Tell me what to do"

"Shut up and finish what you started. Your ego will get filled regardless."

He looks up at you as his finger grazes with enough pressure over your wetness and clit. But he stops. This little shit.

You render any rationality useless at this point.

"Fuck me Hyunjae. Fuck me until I have nothing to say. Fuck me senseless." You say to him.

'What an irony', you think.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He says as he starts rubbing you clit with more pressure and kisses your sex.

Ironically that he got you to be exactly where he said he could. And you even mocked him. But he put you in that exact place.

"Fucking finish what you started" you say, as you grab his hair, but his mouth was running laps already pleasuring your pussy.

And boy did he finish what he started. He did that and so much fucking more.

Half an hour later, or so you presume, you don't even think you can take more after how he overstimulated you. Maybe he was right about making you fall apart faster than Sunwoo.

After your third orgasm just from his fingers and tongue you have to plead with him.

"Fuck, Jae, I don't think I can take anymore"

"That's what you said after your second one too, kitten."

You raise yourself on your elbows and grab at his hair to bring him up on the bed, face to face with you. He gets up, taking your jawline between his fingers a little less than gently and bringing his other fingers to your mouth. You suck on them without hesitation, tasting yourself and his work on them.

"Fuck, you're so good kitten. You've outdone yourself." He says as he pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you deeply.

"Let me show you I can outdo myself even more." You say, trapping him with your legs on each side. You bring him down and turn the two of you around. He complies. You continue to kiss him and grab his crotch. He groans and you feel his cock twitch in his pants.

You skilfully open his button and zipper and your hand reaches in his underwear, stroking his head.

"Fuck, kitten." He says with another groan.

You push him back onto the bed and take his jeans and underwear down, just enough to take his cock fully in your mouth. You tease him by kissing around where he really needs you. Having the power back and watching him squirm in your hands in nice. But then he reaches and grabs you forcefully, flipping you over, face in the mattress.

"You think you have it, huh? You think I'm done with you? Sweetheart." He says arrogantly. "You think you can take my cock?" He says, whispering in your ear, pushing you into the mattress further by the back of your neck, his weight fully on your back.

"I can do anything you want me to" you say, head too clouded by the rush he is giving you.

"Aw, look who is being good all the sudden. Guess I've done my job well."

"Have you? Refresh my memory." You say, moving your ass so he call feel it.

"Oh I will rearrange your guts until you cry for me. Don't test me Y/N."

The use of your name made it that much more serious. The sterness in his voice made you shudder in anticipation and you hear him opening a condom. 'That was hot' you think. And he wasn't kidding. You were in for another long ride. By the time he was done you didn't even remember how to be coherent anymore.

-

"You can really ruin me just like that, huh?" You say, exhausted, as he cuddles you close. He even cleaned you up and everything. He was such a gentleman too. You didn't per se expect that from him. The duality between taking care of your wound, fucking you senseless until tears were forming, and now whispering nothings while stroking your hair was somewhat fascinating, all in the span of a few hours. "Now I get why everyone wants you. Guess you're not just hot." you add, rolling your eyes. Even if he can't see your face, you can feel him smiling proudly, cocky.

"Of course I'm not just hot. I'm perfect. And you are exactly what I needed."

"To prove your ego and your skills?"

"As I said, that's just a bonus."

"Hm. How poetic." You laugh, turning to him. "And full of shit." You add, kissing him once more before getting out of his embrace to adjust yourself. He lets you slip from his arms. You stand in front of the mirror and adjust your clothes, put on your jacket, taking your purse and checking your belongings.

"And you like me just like that. Poetic. Maybe that's your type. You can't even deny."

"Oh I can easily deny anything." you say, glancing challenging at him in the mirror reflection.

"Then I'll have to prove myself again, until you cannot help but admit it." He winks at you.

You turn around.

"As if you would get another chance." You throw his pants at him. "Get dressed, you idiot."

"Still feisty. I like it."

"I'll fucking show you feisty." You say, marching towards him and throwing his blazer in his face too.

"Oh I'm ready. You're still at the top of my list. Besides, a hypothesis cannot be tested only once. It's not relevant enough." He says matter-of-factly, suggestive smile still plastered over his features.

You roll your eyes. But you cannot deny even to yourself how much you like his words. "I am glad something from this forsaken college curriculum is sticking to you, you'll need it." You retort without sparing him a second glance as you go for the door.

He gets up fast and grabs your hand forcefully before exiting, turning you around.

'Guess the manhandling never ends with him' you think and raise an eyebrow inquisitively. But the only thing he does is kiss you again.

"Let me walk you to your dorm."

"I'll be fine. You've done more than enough for just one night." You say as you try to get out of his grasp.

"It's not like that. I just want to. Please?" He pleads as he hurries to out his jeans back on and check his things in his blazer.

"Ok. Since you want it SO BADLY," you playfully say, with a smile, rolling your eyes.

"I'll always want you badly."

You roll your eyes as you both exit the room. The party has significantly quieted down. Flashbacks of Sunwoo are still at the back of your head as you exit and you don't know how you feel about the turn on events of the night.

As you reach your dorm you wonder in the quietness how it has come you ended up like this. But you cannot say you weren't grateful for Hyunjae in this instance.

"Thanks for walking me. You get to yours safely too, ok?"

"Of course" he says, and opens his arms for one more hug. You give into it. It was nice after all.

"Anything you need just text me, ok?" He adds.

"We almost never text each other Jae-"

"Maybe we should change that." He says confidently.

You roll your eyes for the nth time. "Sure. Thank you Mr gentleman."

"Always" he adds, before turning around in the direction his own dorm, sparing you one more glance and a wave. "See you in class."

"Mhm" you say while getting into your building and letting the door close behind you. You wonder how the repercussions of this one will turn out for you. But just for this evening, you suppose you can let the exhaustion engulf you and go straight to sleep. Consequences and awkward talks tomorrow.

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Yeah soooo... I kinda wrote another thing. Hope you enjoyed! My braincell feels empty so idk how I feel about anything I produce but hey, here’s something :)))

Let me know what you think, also sorry for implying Sunwoo is a mild cheater it was for the plot and that’s it.

[thismaydestroyme]

Denver: Love on Tour

i didn’t have any idea what i wanted to name this blurb. this shit wiped me out, and i don’t know if this is any good. i can’t bring myself to reread this over. it’s currently 2 in the morning, and i’m about to hit the hay. i hope you find this somewhat tolerable.

warning: that’s a loaded question 

word count: 3084

That fucking little teasing dance Harry did while he was performing ‘Woman” will forever be ingrained in your head. 

That fucking cheeky bastard.

Harry is so loved on stage and he was feeling himself the entire night, that’s why he did that cheeky dance because he knew his beautiful girlfriend, Y/N would go in a frenzy and that’s what he wanted. Of course he had to throw something in for Y/N, what kind of boyfriend would he be?

When Harry was finished with his show, he ran backstage to find Y/N, but he had to stop and appreciate everyone’s remark when they were throwing gratitude and compliments his way by his performance tonight. We could all say Denver won this round compared to the Las Vegas show. 

“Harry, you ate that!”

“You whore!”

“That was amazing”

“You deserve to have your ass eaten out.”

Harry immediately turned around to find who said that last part, because deep down he knew. Y/N pushed some people out of her way while she was trudging her way to Harry. Y/N is wearing her infamous white booties so when she walks you can hear her coming from all directions. When Y/N enters the room, all eyes are all on you because you own every room you’re graced in. When you finally get to Harry he’s already giving you a smirk which you gave right back. 

“Oh no…. Not this again.” Couple of people behind you said that while they start packing up their gears so you guys can leave and head to your next location and that’s San Antonio. 

“Hello puppet. I see that you’re in your dom headspace. I can see it in your eyes.” Harry said while he brought his hand to rub your cheeks. You give him a glare and push his hand away and you start walking back to the table which is covered by random shit- which you have to pack and clean. You hate the idea of leaving things a mess, so when you guys leave, people here won’t have to clean up all the mess you guys left behind. 

You can be a bitch, but you’re not disrespectful.

After a couple of minutes has passed where you put things back in the duffle bags that you brought and wipe down the vanities and tables with Lysol. Making sure things are squeaky clean.

You feel a presence behind you, but you don’t have to wonder who because you can spot that Tobacco Vanille fragrance anywhere. You turn around and you see Harry looking down at you, his eyes burning onto yours. 

“Why are you being like this?” Harry asked.

“I’m not being like anything, you’re…”

“I’m what?” 

“I just didn’t like you doing that ‘little’ dance. Flaunting your hips around and toying with your nipples while you were performing, Women.” You said annoyingly. You try to turn around, but Harry grabs your hand to make you stand right in front of him. 

“Are you jealous?” Harry said all knowling with that fucking grin on his damn face. You try to look over him because you don’t want to have this conversion, but he grabs your jaw so you’re forced to look at him. His green eyes are so blown out, you can hardly see any green. 

“I’m not-”

“Pet. Stop it right now. Answer my question.”

“Yes. I was jealous” You mumbled hoping he’ll drop it. 

“Awe, baby. That’s adorable.” He giggled.

“It’s not funny nor adorable.” You push his hands away to storm off but he still is holding onto you. 

Harry looks around and you’re not sure what he wanted because this room is already packed up and no one else is here beside you too. Then you realize there's a couch in this room and before you know it Harry is trudging you along to the couch. He plops down and you’re still standing between his legs that he purposely did on purpose because he loves it when you’re between his legs. His arms are stretched out, hanging loosely on the back of the couch. He’s staring right at you. Fuck, this man right here with his red pants on, with his blue and white strip button up shirt with his red spenders on. Like you said… this outfit beats the Las Vegas show.

“What you want, baby, you want to punish me?” He said while wiggling his eyebrows, which you taught him to do. It took him a year to master it.

You cross your arms which have your boobs stand out more. 

“Puppet, stop it, m’okay? Come to daddy.” 

You turn your head around because you’re just annoyed with the fact he turns himself on so easily and the fans witnessed it. You’re happy and glad Harry is finally at this point in his life where he’s able to live his authentic life and he’s able to express himself in the most beautiful way, but when it comes to his horny meter, you want to be the only one to see it. 

“C’mon darling, I will be a good boy for mommy. I want to be a good boy to mommy.” He said in the wine. 

Fuck.

You try to ignore his neediness, but it’s so hard to because he knows how much hearing him whine will send you into an overdrive. You try to ignore your needs, but you feel his hand on your waist, trancing his name on your waist. Due to the low rise jean you’re currently wearing, his name is on display. His hands started to work his way up to your stomach which he stopped at your belly button so he could play with your belly ring. 

His hands are so gentle and soft. It feels like Harry is doing figure skating motion on your stomach. It flows in the wind. You start to completely forget why you’re even mad at him. Your eyes flutter close. Everything just feels heightened.

You jolt because you feel Harry’s lips on your stomach and his hands are roaming your back and inching it way to your ass, but before he could even reach it he brings his hands back up. Harry is pampering you in kisses. It’s like his way of apologizing. Your hand finds its way to the back of his hair to tossle it up a bit. You feel so good and it feels so right. 

“Mommy?” Harry whispered which broke you out of your trance. You open your eyes and you see Harry looking at you with admiration. 

“Yes, baby?” You said in a gentle tone still twirling his hair in your hands. 

“I’m so sorry. I went overboard on stage. I just want you to know that.” He slowly gave you a kiss on your blushy stomach which resulted in you moaning.

“It’s okay baby. I’m not mad, I’m just sad I wasn’t the one to get you turned on.” You lean down to kiss the top of his head, so he knows that you’re not angry with him. 

“NO! The reason I did that was because I was thinking about you when I was singing Woman.” He rushed out his words. 

You bring your hand to his chin so he could look at you, “is that true, my pretty boy?”

“Yes! I want to be a good boy. That’s all I want. Please.” He rambled and immediately started kissing your stomach over and over again. Not missing any skin. 

“Fuck… you’re such a good boy to mommy. Mmmhh.” Harry starts sucking your skin. You toss your head back letting this feeling consume you. 

“H. I think we need to stop. We have to leave.” Your words were so broken up.

There was a plop sound due to Harry letting go of your extra skin that was in his mouth just a second ago. 

“Don’t worry about that. I told them to leave. We’ll just order an uber when they’re at their resting stop.” Harry went back to your stomach and his hands are roaming freely. You don’t want to argue with him how that’s unprofessional, but at this moment… fuck it.

“Okay baby.” You said to him. People wouldn’t think having someone making out with your stomach wouldn’t be considered sexy or whatnot but this moment is so intimate and so perfect for the both of you. 

While you have Harry praising you, you couldn’t help but think what he did on stage toying with his nipples. Just that sight almost had you cuming, but you had to control yourself, but now you don’t have to. 

You pushed Harry’s face away from your stomach and you could tell there was a hint of defiance in his eyes, so you had to stop it before he actually got in trouble. 

“That’s not a good boy behavior. Sit back.” Harry let out an annoyance huff, but you stopped it by glaring at him. He obeyed and he moved himself back on the couch. 

“Happy now?” Harry lifts his arms up so he can let it land on his thighs. He’s being a brat now. 

“Bad boys don’t get treats. So if I was you, I would stop this shenanigan right now.” You glared at him. He softened his eyes. 

“Good boy.” 

You walked little more up to him so it would be easier for you sit on his lap facing him. You lower yourself onto him. His hands found it’s way to your waist. When you're completely on his lap you feel a nice bulge forming, you couldn’t help but to smile. You raise your eyebrows which he responded by pulling you closer to him. 

“I didn’t realize how needy my superstar is.” You taunted him. You start moving your hips into a small circle which results in a moan getting stuck at the back of his throat.

“Awe, my baby is all choked up. Do you need mommy to help you?” You whispered to him leaning over to toy with his earlobe with your tongue. Slowly flicking it. Harry goes into a frenzy when you play around with his earlobes. 

“I- I’m- MOMMY!”

You bite on his earlobe the way he likes it. You suck on his earlobe to bring him back and help with the sharp bite. 

“Don’t worry, I got you darling.” You whispered. You change position and start licking his neck to collect the remnant of his sweat. It’s so salty, but so tasty. You start sucking him kissing and leaving wet kisses to soothe the pain. The way Harry is holding onto your waist you know when you wake up there will be bruises which you don’t mind because you love seeing the marks he left you to remember him by. You’re still swaying your hips, but it’s getting hard to do due to how Harry cemented his hands onto your waist. 

You’re suctioning your mouth on his neck but you can feel his veins in your mouth due how turned on he is. You couldn't tell he’s holding himself back, which you don’t like. So you remove your mouth from his neck which resulted with him whining. 

Your eyes connected with his and omg, you wished your phone wasn’t at the far end of the room because you would want to take a picture of his beautiful face. 

“Don’t hold back. If you do I will walk away.” Before he could say anything your lips landed on his and shit, that kiss is wet, messy, and a lot of fucking tongue. His tongue immidently found yours and you began to suck on the tip of his tongue. He had to open his mouth more so you can have enough room to suck his tongue. The mix of yours and Harry saliva are all over you guys. You pull Harry’s hair so his head is more lean back so you could do something you guys both shared a common interest in and that is spit play. 

You roughly spit in his mouth and the sound he made was so delicious. He closed his mouth to form his own spit and before you knew it, it landed on your face. All over your face. His salvia landed on your eyelids, your mouth, and  your forehead. 

You grab his cheeks and kiss him with so much force. The room is filled with pronographic sounds that’s both making you guys get so turned on because you guys both love hearing the sound you too make together. You remove your lips from his and you push yourself off from Harry so you can be right next to him. Before he could say anything you grab his face so he can turn to you and go back to feverishly kissing him all over. 

The image of him on stage with him swaying his hips and giving his nipple attention is something that’s not leaving you anytime soon. Both of your lips separated and Harry breathing is all over the place, if you didn’t see him taking his inhaler after he got off the stage you would’ve immediately gotten up and fetched his inhaler. 

“Stop teasing me.” He said groggily. 

“I’m not teasing anymore, baby.” You gave him a peck on his lips. You pushed him back so his back hit the back of the cushion. You’re eyeing him up and down, trying to figure out what you want to do to him, after a couple of seconds you have an idea. 

“Take off your shirt.” You said. 

Harry immediately did what you asked him to do. Snapping off his suspenders and unbuttoning his blouse. His whole stomach, his butterfly, and the bird tattoos are finally on display. Before you knew it your lips were on one of his four nipples. You suck on his nipple, but make sure you pay attention to the other three. You’re twirling your tongue around while sucking it because you love it when Harry does it to you. 

“Fuck baby. Omg.” Harry moaned out. His hand is at the back of your head playing with your hair. You move on to the next but instead of toying with his nipples with that one hand that isn’t be preoccupied you bring that hand to his covered bulge.

Harry landed a nice smack to your ass. You made eye contact with him. You let go of his nipple and you dribble spit over that nipple you were just sucking. He look at you like you were going to eat him alive. You gave him a smirk and went back to paying attention to his nipples. You keep palming his crotch while twirling your tongue, on his nipples. Keeping track of three nipples while you’re sucking on one is hard, but hey, whatever your pretty boy wants, he gets. 

“Mommy, I’m feeling weird.” Harry whined. You immediately stopped what you were doing because the last you wanted to do is make him feel uncomfortable. 

“I stop, I stop. Are you okay? What did I do? I’m sor-” 

“No, everything is fine, more than fine… amazing I might add. Just, you’re sucking on my nipples and palming my dick which is so simple, but that simplicity makes me feel I might cum any minute.” Harry whispered feeling lost how such a small act of you has him feeling like he could cum, just by this. 

“So I didn’t do anything wrong?” You asked Harry, making sure you’re not misinterpreting any of this. 

“No, absolutely not.” 

“Well…. If you want, I would like to make you cum just by doing that, if you don’t mind?” 

“Yes, mommy. Do whatever you like to do with me.” Harry rambled. You let out a toothy grin how excited and new how all of this is for him. 

You lean over to give him a quick peck on his lip, “good boy.” You said while giving him his last peck.

Your wet mouth went back to his nipples and your hand went back giving his cock attention. His cock is settled on his left thigh due to how hard he is. Just the image of him cuming on himself is something you were so destined to achieve. 

You lap your tongue around his areola. Just the sound of it all has you feeling something running down your inner legs, you know you have to take care of it, but not right now. Not at this moment. 

You tighten your grip on his cock to hopefully create a nice friction which rewards you having to listen to Harry’s moans. Harry’s hands are on your head trying to compose himself, but you knew the second he made that sound you knew he would cum any second. 

You remove your mouth from his nipples and went down to the other one that was below the one you just previously sucked. You guess this nipple holds a lot of sensitivity because Harry buckled himself out and let out a horrific sound you weren’t expecting to come down. So you decided the pace you were going at, will have him cuming, pretty fucking soon. 

“Baby, just like that. I’m going to cum. Can I take my cock out?” He whined. He can’t help himself to stay still due to the overload his body is feeling. This is pretty much all new to him. 

You exchange positions so your mouth is next to his ear, so he knows that isn’t going to happen. “No baby, I want you to cum just the way you are. I want the world to see how filthy you are by cuming in your trousers. Be a good boy and cum for me.” 

“Baby- Fuck” You start speeding your pace and you attach your lips to his to swallow every drop of his moan. After a couple of minutes of passionately kissing and letting him use your mouth as a soundproof room to let his moans and rubbing him off inside his pants, he finally came undone. 

“Fuck, Fuck, Yes!” You feel something warm coming out of him. You start massaging his swollen cock to bring him down your high and for him to come back to you. You start whispering sweetnothings to his ear to help him come back. 

His head fell onto your shoulder and you started soothing his hair pampering him with praises and love. Your baby boy deserves the world, and just wait and see what you have planned for him for the next couple of months.

[spikesbimbo]

Say Please

Summary:  Dilf Daddy Spikes rest stop

Paring: Spike Spiegel x Reader

Tags: oral sex, spit kink, age gap, smoke kink, bimbo gf

wc: 2.3k

a/n: for my daddy, my superhero yes i said it was was coming out in a few days, but i did it today bc dilf spike was the only thing on my mind.

-

“Fuck.” 

You turned and saw him mumbling curses walking through the door. His messy hair, messier now than when he left. Specks of grey flicked in there, wanting to run your fingers though it, so soft you thought.

“You okay?” you asked, eyes bigger as you watched him walk towards the couch, laying one of his guns down on the table.

“No baby, c'mere.'' he said, dragging you into his lap, playing with the hem of your mini skirt barely covering the swell of your ass. His hands resting on it, sneaking his fingers up there, making their way under the strap of your panties.

You were his warmth in the cold vastness of space. Relaxing whenever he was around you, being the only thing he would look forward to coming back to. Not the annoying kids and women he had to deal with daily, their attitudes nothing compared to yours, his sweet angel.

You looked up at him, seeing the stubble grow as he'd been gone for a day and a half, not caring about taking care of himself. Which you took into your own hands, wanting to treat him the way he deserved. Him being the only reason you were alive.

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After saving you, you instantly fell for him, shyly flirting with him, until one night the tension got too high and yall fucked.

Waking up in the morning seeing he didn't care, you just went on about your day until it turned night again as he knocked on your door. Remembering him saying “you sure” before placing his lips on yours, immediately picking you up and taking you to his room, almost tripping over the dog how fast he was walking. God damn he hated that dog.

And after this it happened a few more times. Then one day you confessed your love for him after drinking too much, you crying as he watched the scene unfold before leaving the ship. Leaving you to cry even more, worried that he was going to get rid of you like they did, worried that he left his gun.

He left his gun, yes. He was so shocked he just left, face unfazed but his mind was racing. Did you say that because you were drunk? Because he's the only man you've ever been with, the only man that hasn't treated you like shit.

He came back to you lying on the couch, eyes red and closed asleep with the dog cuddled in your arms. Curled up like a baby, knowing you were cold, so he went and got a blanket. Laying it on you while sitting next to you, looking intensely at your pretty face wondering if what you said was true.

You, a pretty young thing with a life ahead of her, with him? An old man that was a bounty hunter for a living?

You stumbled in your sleep, feeling right next to you, being a light sleeper after what happened to you. Opening your swollen eyes faintly seeing his hand resting on you. Quickly trying to get up stumbling, the effects of the alcohol not wavering yet, but luckily he was there to catch you. Your hands started shaking along with your eyes starting to water again. “M-sor-” 

He pulled you in, his lips touching yours, placing his big warm hand on the back of your head. Holding it gently as he pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his other arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. 

You confirming that you actually had feelings for him while he pulled you into his arms, kissing you on the top of your head while mumbling out how he was sorry for just leaving like that. 

“Im not going anywhere doll.”

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“God damn, I got a headache” He said, pulling the cigarettes out of his pocket, wanting the stress to be gone completely as he adjusted you in his lap so he could do so. Wrapping his arm tight around your waist, fingers gripping onto that tiny shirt you were wearing, exposing your cleavage right in his face. 

Your eyes still so innocent as he kissed you again, lightly but passionately as he turned you to face him completely. Chest to chest while he lit the cigarette between his fingers, using you as a shield from the air flowing.

“Spike...”  you said just loud enough for him to hear, dragging your fingers down his chest looking down as you waited for his response.

“Hmm?” he said, placing his hands on your hips, resting the cigarette between his index and finger. Blowing out the smoke as he moved his head down under to look up at your hidden face.

Your body grew with heat as you could feel his bulge under your panties, internally thinking that maybe you should've worn pants, but you didn't have any. All you had were the skirts he bought you.

“Hmm baby?” he said again, his hand free of the cigarette moving up to your throat, gently grabbing the base of it to force you to look at him. “You wanna take care of me? Like you always do?”

You nodded, body itching to move as your white cotton panties grew clearer with each touch. Yes you babied him, but he took care of you. You couldn't do anything on your own, not knowing how to read, write, even cook. 

But you were trying; studying while he was gone with the books he ‘borrowed’, and making dinner every night. At least trying, the only thing you were good at was cheese bread, but luckily he would eat anything.

“What a sweetheart, such a good girl.” he cooed, taking a puff from the snout. Dick growing harder by the second as he thought about the last time you ‘helped’ him out. He took his lips off blowing the smoke in your face, just how he knew you liked it. “Not like these other bitches, no ... I got me an angel.”

You got off his lap, he fingers slowly being dragged away as you tried to hold back your smile. You loved making him feel good, it being the only thing you were truly good at, but you had no shame. Some people were gifted in different things, yours was making your man feel good.

“Woah baby, can't see everywhere at once.”  he teased, watching you strip for him. Taking off that top exposing your bare chest, pulling down your soaked panties clinging to your thighs. Eyes looking all over your figure as you were only in that oh so tiny skirt now, being pushed up to just cover your aching cunt, so embarrassing.

You got on your knees, already palming his crotch, head resting on his thigh as you waited for him to tell you if it was okay. Mouth already watering at the thought of gagging on him, the thought of him fucking your face, then maybe you.

“off.” you whined as he stroked your head, hand under your chin; looking at you intensely, eyes not leaving you once as you pulled his pants down freeing his erection. 

It slapping him against his stomach, hard as could be, so neglected. But it's okay, you were here to relax him, ease him, make him feel the best he ever has.

“Open up” he said, tensing his jaw. His fingers spreading your lips letting themselves in before  he let his spit fall into yours. A string of droll connecting you two. Pulling back and watching his mix with yours on your tongue, letting it drool in your mouth, before he leaned back, giving the okay.

You turned your attention to his cock, so hard and pretty. The vein on the underside begging to be touched, the tip so fat that you couldn't take it anymore. 

You let your tongue hang out, your spit dripping onto the head before connecting your lips to it. Kissing all over it, sucking it like a lollipop while moving your hands to play with his balls, wanting to get him real worked up.

“So pretty.” you mumbled out, kissing on its side before taking it in your mouth, its fat heavy weight resting on your tongue. His downturned eyes looking at you take him whole, groaning at the feeling of the warmth surrounding his cock. Moving himself up to see you better, wanting to imprint this pretty picture in his memory.

His sweet baby with his balls at her chin, eyes watering in pleasure, so precious. His shoulders still tense as he wrapped his hand around your head once again.

“You mind doll?” he asked as if you could respond. You did your best to shake your head with his fat cock stretching your mouth out, wanting him to use you, loving it. 

Loving when he tied you up and fucked you like some street whore, loving it when he woke you up in the middle of the night to ride him because his dick was hard. You loved it, loved being his toy.

His hand encompassing your whole head within it started pushing your head back and forth, starting slowly even though you could take it. At first you couldn't even fit it in your mouth, choking on it after the tip was in, but after a lot of practice and praise you were an expert at this, even deeper throating him with no prep.

“Fuck, baby… you’re mouth is so good. Such a little hole for me to use” he said, gripping the back of your neck, using it to control your movements, bobbing your head faster while you whimpered at the feeling of his tip in the back of your throat.

“You like that? You like me telling you how well you take my cock in that cute little mouth of yours, huh?”

His words made you whimper again, his cock throbbing at the vibrations. Your eyes gleaming up at him, looking at him pleadingly. The salty taste of pre-cum and the ache of your jaw was addicting, too addicting.

He saw the fat tears getting ready to fall onto your eyelashes and felt an emptiness of heat fuse in his stomach. His angel was so perfect, so good and submissive for him. He felt his balls start to swell as his body tensed up to orgasm, ready to blow.

“I’m gonna cum, doll. Im close… fuck. You feel so tight. You gonna swallow it all, sweetheart or you want me to pull out? You gave him the look you always did, just wanting his cum, not caring how you got it. Him immediately understanding. “You gonna be my good girl?”

His cock so hot now that was taking up all the room in your mouth and was starting to twitch and throb. You used your tongue, licking against the underside vein and closed your lips of the way back, pulling in your cheeks like he taught you

“Ah… fuck. I’m cumming, fuck baby. Fuck”

You felt the hot cum reach the back of your throat choking on it, some of the cum spilling out the sides with his cock still on your mouth  as he pulled out and let the remaining cum be painted on your face. “Bang.”  he muttered under his breath.

You kept everything in your mouth, holding back the urge to cough, wanting to show it to him proudly. Your cheeks puffy as he came down from his high admiring your appliance, eyes meeting yours, as he took your jaw in between his fingers opening your mouth to see for himself. Knowing you loved his approval.

“Such a good girl… letting me cum all over you, wherever I want. What a pretty girl.”

He squished your cheeks, making some of it fall out to your protest. Kissing you for being so irresistible, his thumb tracing your lips after, his saliva and cum staining them prettily.

“Swallow angel.”

He peeked down after you moaned, seeing your thighs reflecting off the lamp so soaked and messy, leaving a wet spot underneath you. Your legs shaking as his cock grew harder again at the sight.

“I got you, baby. I’m gonna you feel good, gonna make it all feel better. ”

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

7x01 of chicago med and what. the. fuck????

natalie left. (low-key kinda saw that coming)

dean archer is still an asshole but POP OFF doctor charles. i did not think he had that in him.

will halstead and stevie hammer????

bro???

he said ‘I know dr. hammer’ in that tone and with that look in his eyes???? am i reading into it or is seggsual tension???????? (spoiler alert: its seggsual tension)

Goodwin’s ‘ah, okay, nice’ is fuckin HILARIOUS to me bc she’s just so done with all of will’s bs and im so here for it.

bro the way that stevie walked towards will and their banter?! oh they definitely fucked. definitely.

maggie sliding into frame. LMAOOOO we love that

will’s thumbs down gesture when maggie asked what his rank was in the class *snort* me too

BRO? APRIL’S JUST GONE??? IK THEY SAID SHE GOT ACCEPTED BUT THEY DIDN’T EVEN ELABORATE ON THAT????? WHAT THE FUCK??

animosity b/w marcel and halstead better LEAVE rn. im not in the mood for more unnecessary angst

dean archer further cementing himself as asshole of the year

but

will��s reply??

*chef’s kiss*

archer fuckin deserved that

istg if will doesn’t punch archer, I WILL

the way that archer said, ‘gemma and emma’

archer’s ‘i'm sorry, you said what?’ to the twin was fuckin GOLDEN

and the clarification of ‘i would like a needle in my arm, too’ and the other twin nodding??? true comedy

ik ive only known vanessa for a few episodes but I already love her and sheS SO BEAUTIFUL

bro, gemma and emma saying ‘we’re one person’ ew ew ew ew ew. no. it creeps me tf out

dr. charles’ pained smile just says ‘nope nope nope’

ARCHER AND CHARLES

OH MY GOD

‘with your history, i guess you just never know’

DOCTOR CHARLES

ARCHER’S LOOK OF SALTINESS AFTERWARDS

LMAOOOOOO

vanessa desperately trying to keep the conversation going w/o a fight

dr. charles’ logic better fuckin work

*rosa diaz voice* ive know dylan scott for half an episode but if something happens to him, i will kill all of chicago meds writers and then myself

stevie and dylan’s dynamic?? they may have barely said anything to each other but i love it already. they work so well together.

when is archer going to get punched???? WHENN????

if i were dr. charles i would've prolly yelled at him and kicked him in the head

is it foolish of me to hope that maggie and vanessa end up becoming closer so that i can see their mother-daughter dynamic??? yes, it is. do i keep hoping anyway?? unfortunately, i do.

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE A FAMILY AND TALK TO EACH OTHER ABT THE STUPID SHIT THAT HAPPENS IN THE ED. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR????

sharon goodwin is in her bad bitch era and im here for it

BRO CMON

marcel and halstead would be great friends!

they'd be the best of bros!!!

WHY THE FUCK MUST THIS HAPPEN

i do not trust cooper

not in the slightest

loving how the animosity b/w marcel and halstead disappears the MOMENT someone else tries to suggest something

dr. marcel’s ‘oh?’ is funny and sexy and its telling matt cooper to stfu

‘yeah, okay then’ is the most obvious FUCK YOU, ive seen in a while

get matt cooper off my screen rn

will, i'm glad ur right but now is not the time to give the face of ‘i told you so’

*gasp* are we gonna learn about stevie’s backstory in her first episode????

the look on her face when she asks the patient if she's living in her car??? its personal. one hundred percent

STEVIE’S SO GENTLE???? I LOVE HER????

her and dylan have actually sky-rocketed in my charts and they are now amongst my favorite characters

PLEASE

dylan and stevie’s banter??? *chef’s kiss* we love to see it

NO GOD PLEASE

VANESSA’S FIRST SOLO CALL AS A DOCTOR AND SHE NEEDS TO ANNOUNCE SOMEONES DEATH???? NOOOOOO

MY BABYYY

maggie comforting vanessa??? that was so sweet!!

goodwin: guilt-tripping will into doing what she wants

me: >:o

OH MY GOD ITS THE WRONG TWIN

THEY SENT IN THE OTHER TWIN

OH. MY. GOD.

I WAS RIGHT

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

DAMMIT WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NOW???

dylan scott is such a sweetheart and we do not deserve him

dr. archer and dr. charles patching things up? kinda?

dr. charles’ look of confusion, wondering whether archer was genuine or not? perfect. amazing. fantastic.

oh god marcel and halstead

how’s this gonna go?

oh wow

not as bad as i expected

can they PLEASE be besties now??

PLEASEEEEE

archer is giving out compliments???

is he okay???? did he fall on his head at one point during the episode?

I FUCKIN KNEW IT WAS PERSONAL FOR HER

ITS BECAUSE OF HER MOTHER

I KNEW IT

THEY ACTUALLY REVEALED A LITTLE BIT OF HER BACKSTORY?????

damn alr

[sisterspooky1013]

Anything Your Heart Desires

Author: SisterSpooky1013

Rating: General

Words: 1903

Tagging @today-in-fic

Read it on AO3 here

It was just the two of them in the lab, reviewing crime scene photos while they waited for the tech to return with the DNA sequencing results. He’d warned them that it would take a while, but they were at a standstill until they could say for sure whether the perpetrator and the victim were related, as was Mulder’s suspicion.

“Do you see here, the way the edge of this blood stain looks on her neck?” Scully asked him, holding up a color photo of a woman splayed on a carpeted floor with multiple puncture wounds to her torso, eyes open and vacant. “The line is smudgy and frayed, which is not how it would appear if it were splatter or had even pooled there. It looks to me like it was wiped with a towel or rag.”

“Did you notice anything similar with any of the other victims?” Mulder asked, spreading out photos of 6 other dead women, each with blood soaked bodies but clean faces.

“Yes, on two” she returned, picking up two and setting them aside. “Although on these three, the line is clean but not spatter” she continued, putting three others in a different pile. “I would almost suspect that something was covering their head and face during the attack, like a bag.”

“But cause of death wasn’t asphyxia for any of the victims, was it?” He turned his body towards her, leaning his hip against the countertop.

“No, it wasn’t. So whatever it was, if indeed something was put over their heads, it was porous, like maybe a pillowcase.” Looking down at the counter, she blinked her left eye quickly, trying to clear something that was irritating her cornea.

“That would suggest that the perpetrator didn’t want to see their faces while he assaulted them. Though that doesn’t explain those that were wiped clean. Maybe he just didn’t want their faces disturbed.”

Scully was now holding her eye closed in an attempt to let it water its way through whatever was bothering it. She kept her head down, shuffling the photos around. “If your theory that the perpetrator was all of their biological fathers turns out to be correct, that he was the sperm donor their parents used, then it would stand to reason that he didn’t want to harm the part of them that looked like him.”

“That very well could be” he answered, studying the side of her face. “You okay, Scully?”

“Yeah, I just have something in my eye, it’s fine.”

“You want me to take a look?” He dipped his head down in an attempt to see her face, which she ducked further from his view.

“No, Mulder, it’ll wash itself out, that’s what eyes were designed to do.”

He put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up so he could see her face. Her left eye was clamped shut, tears pouring from both corners as mascara ran down her cheek. He raised his eyebrows and have her a chastising look. “Hop up here, Scully” he said, patting the counter.

“Mulder, it’s fine, leave it alone” she replied, leaning against the counter rather than sitting on it, arms crossed. Her stance was meant to look confident and relaxed, but with one leaky eye closed tight she looked more like Popeye than anything else.

He stood in front of her, hands stuffed in his pockets, and tried to continue their conversation. “So what’s your theory on motive, Scully? Guy jerks it into a cup once a month for three years then one day just decides to go kill all his offspring?”

Her eye stung like a bitch, whatever the foreign object was seeming to have sharp edges. Bringing one finger up to press at her bottom lid, she attempted to respond. “Maybe, I don’t know, maybe something happened in his life that suddenly made the idea of having children out there that he didn’t raise upsetting-shit.” She felt like she needed to blink, but blinking hurt. Not blinking also hurt.

“Jesus, Scully, will you just let me look at it?” he stepped toward her, putting his hands on her hips and lifting her up on to the counter. She made a little surprised squeak and he couldn’t help but smile.

He moved close, occupying the space between her thighs as she titled her face up to him, her eye blinking wildly as it tried to find relief. Mulder put one hand on her cheek and the other on her forehead, using his thumbs above and below her eye to open it while she reflexively tried to pull it shut. She could smell his aftershave and the salty earthen hint of sunflower seeds on his breath.

“hold still” he admonished her.

“Sorry, I’m trying. It’s not completely voluntary” she responded, her hands moving to rest on his biceps.

“Ah-ha!” He declared, dipping his middle finger behind her lower eyelid. When he removed it, she blinked rapidly several times and sighed with relief that the offending material was gone.

“Oh my god, thank you” she breathed out. “What was it?”

Her hands were still on his biceps. One of his hands was now resting on the top of her thigh, the other was held palm up in front of her face where she could see a single eyelash resting on his middle finger. He stayed like that, holding it in front of her, for an abnormally long time. Long enough that the moment started to feel charged, the weight of his hand on her thigh warming her skin as her newly functioning eyes ventured beyond the eyelash to settle on his mouth. Oh that mouth. That plush bottom lip that she had dreamed of pulling between her teeth for so long. How might it feel if he were to brush those lips along her neck? Now he was smirking, which she found insanely sexy. His coy little smiles always set off a flutter in her belly. Wait-why was he smirking? Her eyes snapped up to meet his and she saw that he was looking at her expectantly, amused and confused by her staring. She returned an even more confused look, which probably paired nicely with the embarrassed flush that a was rising from her chest to her neck.

“You’re supposed to make a wish” he said tenderly, gathering that she had no idea what he was waiting for.

“What?” She questioned, pulling her hands from him and setting them in her lap. He kept his hand stationed on her thigh.

“When you lose an eyelash, you’re supposed to make a wish and blow it away. Didn’t you ever do that as a kid?”

She shook her head. “Shooting stars and 11:11 I got the memo on, but I guess I missed eyelashes.”

“Well, this can be your inaugural eyelash wish, then” he returned, holding it up again in front of her.

She looked at his face, his green irises shining with the joy of sharing something new with her, his mouth stretched into a warm smile. She loved this side of him that relished in the simple, unimportant minutia of life with the same excitement as he had for the latest EBE sighting. Thinking about what she wanted more than anything in this moment, she held eye contact with him while she pursed her lips into an “o” and blew the eyelash off his finger with a forceful puff of air.

Freed of the eyelash, he dropped his hand to rest on her other thigh, but didn’t move from his location between her legs. The smile faded from his lips and was replaced with something different, something desirous. She felt her pulse quicken as he lifted his hand and brought it to the side of her face, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone.

“You have mascara all over your cheek” he said, his voice low and syrupy, and she huffed a little laugh, averting her eyes from his.

He lifted his other hand off of her thigh to mirror its partner, her face now cradled between his palms. When she brought her gaze back to him, she sucked in her breath at the intensity in his expression, the tilt of his torso ever closer to hers, and while she was an expert at denial when it came to the possibility of Mulder returning her feelings, it was very clear that he was moving to kiss her. She leaned into his palms gently, a barely perceptible green light, and he closed the distance between them, pressing his pouty mouth against hers on the cool steel of the lab room counter. She brought her hands to rest on his chest, not to push him away but to grip gently at the lapels of his suit coat, encouraging him as he slipped his tongue between her lips. He grazed her teeth before she brought her own tongue forward to meet him, warm and smooth and salty.

“Hot off the presses, agents!” The lab tech’s voice followed only milliseconds after they heard the click of the door latch warn them that he was entering the room. Thankfully, he pushed the door open with his back, which gave just enough time for Scully to shove Mulder away and hop onto the floor before he turned to face them, waving two sheets of paper in his hand.

Forty five minutes later they were walking out into the afternoon sun, which was already fading into the horizon at this time of year.

“I think our best bet will be to put a police detail on each of the other 9 women we’ve identified as having been conceived by the same donor” Mulder was saying, continuing their conversation after the DNA test confirmed that the perpetrator was all the victims’ biological father. “7 of them are local, but the other two are in the Midwest and West Coast. Seems unlikely he’d go that far outside the target area but just in case I still want to make sure they’re protected.”

“Sounds like a good plan” she replied, climbing into the passenger seat of his car and flipping down the visor to survey the damage to her makeup after her eye incident. She did, in fact, have little mascara crumbles all over her cheek and under her eye, though they were now dried out enough that she easily brushed them away.

Mulder fastened his seat belt and started the ignition before turning slightly to face her. “So, what did you wish for?” He asked.

She gave him a coy smile. “I can’t tell you or it won’t come true. Everyone knows that, Mulder.”

“No, those are only the rules for shooting stars, birthday candles and 11:11 wishes. Eyelash wishes have no such restrictions.” His grin was contagious.

She shook her head ruefully. “Nice try, but no.”

He bobbed his head in defeat and pulled the car out of the parking lot. Scully drew air into her lungs slowly, letting it out in a long sigh as she looked out the window. As a scientist, she didn’t put any stock in the power of wishes, nor did she believe that revealing a wish could prevent it from coming true. Even so, she couldn’t deny the fact that when she blew her eyelash off Mulder’s finger tip and wished for what she wanted most in the world, her wish had immediately come true.

[ill-skillsgard]

I need Faust and Faith's reunion after he's done touring 👉👈 No pressure or anything. I just miss them a lot!

I always miss Fausty boy! I have some other prompts I wanted to incorporate into this one, but it was getting too long. I hope you enjoy!

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Warning: 18+ mentions of public sex, mature language, anti-religious overtones, mentions of blood, violence, death, and drug use.

Summary: Faith goes to her first black metal show and asks Faust about the black circle.

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

The duelling guitars screeched through twin stacks of speakers and filled the auditorium with malfeasance. Faith had never witnessed such a carnal reaction. As she watched from the side stage, the crowd below opened into a whirling pit of black-clad showgoers, pushing, jumping and banging against each other. The drums kicked into a blistering rhythm, and her attention turned toward the man she barely recognized with white and black makeup painting his face like the ghost of a demon.

Faust punished his drumkit with expert precision, his arms blurring in the chaos of their first song. His black hair swung as he banged his head without missing a beat. Horned and studded limbs spilled over the metal barricade, tongues lolled, and eyes lit with blissful fury. The singer's growls seemed to rise from the depths of hell, a monster shrieking at its thralls for more destruction.

Even with earplugs in, Faith felt the music blowing back in waves, shaking the column of her throat and turning her brain to mush. She dared slip one plug out to hear the true volume and quickly stuffed it back in when the intensity struck.

During the ambient interludes between songs, the crowd roared still. A few hundred people raised their hands, praising the men on stage. It reminded her of church, how they would let their eyes roll back, chanting the hymns and facing their palms skyward. This was no church she had ever set foot inside. The walls were painted black, the floor sticky from spilled beer, and its congregation made her gathering's displays of loyalty seem demure. The air reeked of salty skin and malt embedded in the paint from nights like this.

Faith saw people wearing shirts with Faust's band logo on the front, and a burst of pride warmed her belly. Though she was remarkably out of place, there was an odd sense of welcome. She could run headfirst into the crowd and get swallowed up and spit out like anyone else.

When they finished their set, Faust retired his drumsticks to a holder, chugged an entire bottle of beer and took a brief bow to the crowd before walking off stage. Faith bounced as he approached and scooped her off the floor, smearing her face with paint from around his mouth. When he set her down, his lips were partially visible through the now grey muck.

"How was it?" Faust asked.

"You guys are amazing. That's was so cool, babe!"

"Ah, you're just saying that."

"No, really! I can't believe how crazy they went for you!"

Faust sneered playfully, though their reception had been one for the books. "Probably 'cause half the crowd are friends of ours."

"Doesn't matter. You still kicked ass."

Faust's smile was unbreakable from a show well played and seeing his girlfriend waiting for him at the side of the stage. He led her to the green room as stagehands and managers nodded them through and let her dab the corpse paint off her face in the bathroom. Faust sopped up the sweat in his hair with a towel and changed his stage clothes before Faith returned. His bandmates soon joined them, and the chatter was unintelligible. People from other bands came in to talk and congratulate the young group on their first cross-country tour, and soon the back was filled with people hanging VIP badges from their pockets.

Faust pulled Faith from the bedlam before the room grew too hot. They made their way to the main floor and the rows of merchandise tables. Faith couldn't help but feel privileged to have access to the other side of the tables where Faust told her she could stash her coat and purse while a lineup of fans waited to purchase t-shirts and albums. Admirers pulled Faust away several times to take photos and shake hands. Faith watched in awe as people took turns posing with her boyfriend, who stayed looking stoic in his half-melted face paint. Her boyfriend. People from all walks of life wanted proof they'd met him, asking him to sign album covers and tour posters.

When Faust broke away from the clamour of excited metal fans, he took Faith's hand and pulled her through the crowd to a stairwell guarded by security. He flashed his tour badge, and the guard permitted them to the balcony where a few other musicians sat in a less crowded area.

"Come on, let's go outside. I need a fucking smoke," Faust said.

They went through a set of metal doors to an outdoor balcony where two men leaned against the railing, passing a joint and chatting. One spotted Faust, and a smile cracked over his face.

"Hey, Faust. Great show, man. We watched from the balcony. You guys were fucking killer," the man passed the joint to the drummer.

He hauled a significant bout of smoke into his lungs, then expelled it into the night air, handing it back with a nod.

The man refused. "Pass it to the lady."

"She's good," Faust said.

"I'll take a hit," Faith countered.

Faust glanced at her, brow raised high. "You sure?" He chuckled.

"Yes. I'll be fine."

Faust handed her the joint and turned to his fellow musicians. "Thanks. Glad you guys enjoyed the set."

As Faith inhaled, the other man turned to her and offered his hand to shake. "Hey, I'm Janne."

"Faith," she mouthed around a lungful of searing smoke.

"This is Yosh," Janne gestured at the man who'd initially offered Faust the joint. "Good to meet you."

"Is this your girlfriend, Fausty?"

"Yeah. She's my girl."

"Aw, that's cute. Didn't take you for the relationship type, to be honest. You like this scary son of a bitch?" Yosh asked.

Faith giggled as she looked up at the towering man dressed in black while he lit a cigarette. "He's not that scary. At least not to me," said Faith.

"Good man to have by your side at a show. You might get trampled down there."

"This is actually my first show."

Yosh choked on a hit and coughed, "really? And you came to a black metal show? That's ballsy."

"Well, it's not really my thing, but I wanted to see them play. I came from out of town just to be here tonight," Faith said proudly.

"Oh, right. You guys are from the green belt, right? Or should I say, the black circle?" Janne tittered.

Faust's eyes grew stony. "No. I'm not part of that shit. Bunch of fucking posers."

"We were just talking about the church fire there a couple weeks ago. You guys are known for that, aren't you?"

"I don't know. Guess so," Faust shrugged.

"They said there was a body found after they put out the fire, and it was nailed to some pieces of wood...like a cross or something. Can you believe that shit? How metal is that?"

Faith swallowed. She had heard the news break the day after the fire before they announced the unidentified body and after Faust had surprised her at the bus stop. They had prayed about it in church the following week and set up a collection to bulldoze the wreckage and reconstruct the chapel even bigger than before. Her mother was so stricken from the news that Faith had to spend a night at her parents' house consoling her while her father bad-mouthed the city's youth.

Bunch of heathen Satan-worshippers in this town. If I'd have known how disgusting some of these people are, I'd have never moved us out here.

Faith, her sisters and their mother all huddled on the sofa watching reruns of Full House while Stan stood hard-backed at the front window, peering out every few minutes as if the culprit might attack them next.

Oh, Stan, you don't know who did it. You can't point the finger when the police haven't even updated the community. Give the embers a chanced to cool. Besides, it's places like these that need the most help. We'll raise the money. I just hope to God they catch the people who did this.

All Faith could think about as she ate her sundae next to her sister was what she was doing the night after the fire. While the fire department was busy putting out the flames across town, she was pressed against a brick wall getting fucked by one of the heathen Satan-worshippers her father despised. She tried not to connect dots that had no business forming any kind of picture. Faust's appearance had been a coincidence.

I'll tell you who did this... It's that damned black circle. They've done it before, and they'll do it again.

Faust waved a hand in front of Faith's face, and she flinched from her reveries. "Babe? You there?"

"Oh, sorry," she laughed. "Kind of zoned out."

"Wanna head back inside?"

Faith didn't realize she was shivering until Faust rubbed her upper arms. "Sure. Yeah, let's do that."

"One puff of a joint, and you're on another planet, huh? Good seeing you Janne, Yosh... We should tour again."

"Yeah, man. As soon as possible. We're always on the road. We'd love to have you out for as many gigs as you guys can handle."

Faust nodded and clasped hands with both men before urging Faith along with a palm on her bottom. Once they made it inside, he snuck his fingers under her skirt and pinched her hard enough to give her a jolt but not to hurt.

"Faust!"

"What? No one's looking. Hey, you wanna check out our tour bus?"

Faith went to the balcony railing and saw the next band setting up their gear. She pointed below and turned to Faust. "Won't we miss the next band?"

"You actually wanna stay and watch?"

"Uh, yeah! This is my first show. I wanna see all the bands."

"All right. We can stay up here or go to the floor. But I'm warning you, it can get ruthless down there."

"I want to go down. It looks fun."

"Then we have to go now. We'll try to get right up front where you won't get swallowed in a circle pit."

"Really?" Faith gasped. "Like, right up front at the barricade?"

"Sure, why not? If you want the full experience. I'll stand right behind you and make sure crowd-surfers don't land on your head. Then after, I'll show you the bus, and...I dunno...Probably fuck."

"Oh my goodness, Faust. Yeah, right!"

"I'm serious. I'd fuck you right here if there weren't people around."

Emboldened by his suggestion, Faith whirled around and stared up at him with her brows lowered. "What's all this about the black circle?"

Faust scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"I've heard it mentioned before and that you're part of it. I just wanna know. Is it some kind of gang?"

"Do I look like I'm in a fucking gang? No. It's just some dumb shit they made up in high school."

"They as in your friends?"

"It's stupid and means nothing."

Faith stood in place. "Well, they're saying that church burned down because of your friends. Aren't you afraid someone might ask you questions?"

"I'm not afraid of shit because I've been on tour this whole time."

"Faust—"

"What did I tell you about the twenty questions? Now, do you wanna go watch the show or do you wanna keep talking about irrelevant shit?"

Dissatisfied with his response, Faith clammed up and followed Faust to the main floor. They wriggled through the tightening crowd and got upfront before the lights lowered, and a gust of smoke covered the stage. Ominous chanting heralded in a band dressed in black hoods. Faith watched, awestruck, but in the back of her mind, thoughts of the black circle fermented, giving off a foul smell she couldn't ignore.

After the headlining band opened with pyrotechnics and the frontman tossing a skull of pig's blood over the crowd, Faust took Faith around back, where the tour buses formed a barrier between the street and the venue. He led her inside and turned on the light to reveal the interior in a state of disarray. Beer bottles overflowed in the sink, ramen noodle wrappers littered the floor, and spiked leather decorum hung over seats and tables. There was a shredded porn magazine, its contents pinned to the wall and drawn over with a black marker, breasts shooting fire and snakes slithering out of places that made Faith blush.

"Sorry about the smell. Touring always has a distinct odour of unwashed balls and puke."

Faith tried not to touch any surface until Faust showed her to the back lounge area, where they sat and looked at each other in prolonged silence. Faith reined in a smile while her boyfriend sat back and studied her face.

"I'm glad you came. Sorry that it's probably more chaotic than you expected."

"It's okay. I'm having fun."

"You sure? I know it's not really your scene."

"You're my scene," Faith said.

He reached for her hand. Faith thought he meant to hold her, but he tugged her closer instead, straddling her over his lap. His hands came up under her skirt and over her ass while they kissed. Faust pulled away as she rocked her hips forth and placed his hands on her hips.

"So, how's school?"

"You're really asking me about school when we haven't seen each other in weeks?"

"What? Is there something else you wanna do?"

"I think you know what I want."

"Yeah, but I want you to say it."

Faith peered down the hall, past the bunks, toward the front of the bus. "What if someone comes in?"

"Not like my band hasn't walked in on you sucking my cock before."

"Oh my gosh, don't remind me."

Faust darkened, pulled air through his teeth. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course, I missed you. How is that even a question?"

He tilted his hips up and let Faith drop when he relaxed. She tugged his shirt up to appreciate the trail of hair leading down from his navel.

"What did you miss the most?"

"Your big, throbbing heart," Faith giggled. "I missed cuddling with you and going on walks together. Waking up with you beside me. Your cooking."

Faust pulled her down for a hug. "All right, all right. I get it. You wanna fuck, just not in the bus."

"Do your bandmates fuck girls in here?"

Laughter burst from his mouth as he rocked Faith back and forth. "They fucking wish."

The couple chuckled until another silence proceeded. Faith saw the fiery look in Faust's eyes, the appetite for her body that never tapered, his joy from having her there on his tour bus. Yet, all Faith saw was a building on fire, flames flickering behind his green stare. She smothered the thoughts with a kiss Faust took for permission to explore under her skirt again. Maybe she could kill her suspicions by reminding herself how much he loved her, the lengths he would go to protect her.

Voices yelled outside the bus, distracting Faith but not Faust, who rolled beneath her hips, oblivious to the arousal shooting through his groin.

"Yeah, come on, baby. Pull my cock out and sit on it for me. It'll be quick."

"Faust!" Someone shouted outside of the bus.

Faith pushed on his chest and perked toward the sound.

"Where the fuck is that asshole? First, he fucks off for an entire day, loses his phone, makes us cancel a show, and now the prick can't be dicked to help load out because his bitch is here? Getting real fucking sick of the bullshit, Ola."

"Mordy, chill out, man."

The bus door opened, followed by a waft of cigarette smoke. Boot tread hammered across the floor, and Mordy swayed through to the back, scoffing when he saw Faust with his girlfriend perched on his lap.

"You wanna take apart your drumkit, or are you just gonna let it sit in the way of everyone's gear? Oh, sorry, should have known you were too busy to be fucking bothered."

Faust lifted Faith off his thighs, and she bounced on the sofa as he shot up and stared Mordy down. The bass player didn't flinch.

"What? What're you gonna do, Faust? Punch me out? Good thing it's our last show. Wouldn't want your personal business getting in the way of the biggest tour of our fucking lives so far."

"You don't know shit, so I suggest you shut your mouth."

"No, I'm not gonna shut my mouth. Someone has to stand up to you, and none of these pussies will. Go load out your fucking gear, man!"

Faust smelled whiskey on Mordy's breath. He was far too sober to start a fight with the bass player and nodded, shouldering past him. Mordy crashed into the wall and cursed as the drummer stomped off the bus, leaving Faith fidgeting with the edge of her skirt and unsure if she should follow. Mordy scoffed at her and exited the bus after Faust, shouting until she no longer heard him.

When Faust returned, Faith stood up and wrang her wrists. "Should I leave?"

"We're both leaving," Faust muttered as he tore open the zipper on his backpack and scrounged up his clothes and stage effects to stuff inside. He ducked into the small fridge and took four bottles of beer, sticking two in the holders of his bag and pocketing the other two inside his leather jacket.

"Come on. We're out of here."

"But, neither of us have a car, and we're far from home," Faith said.

"Call a cab."

Outside of the bus, guitar cases and boxes of merch waited for loading. Faust opened a tote, wrenched open a steel moneybox and took some of the cash inside. He found Faith's coat and purse and passed them to her before kicking a hole into the plastic container. Mordy and Ola noticed this as Faust walked away with Faith in tow.

"Hey, asshole! What do you think you're doing? You can't just fucking take off with the merch money!"

Faust turned around, grabbed his crotch and flipped them off. "Suck my dick, fuckbags. Find a new drummer."

[katsuflossy]

Can I request headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Deku where they like someone who can be very honest and blunt so sometimes their comments might come off as an accidental roast or maybe they didn't read the room and didn't sugarcoat something they said? It was never out of malice, but they don't have a filter if you know what I mean?

Their Blunt S/o

Pairings: Bakugo x reader, Izuku x reader, Shinso x reader

Warnings: a lil’ obscenities, one la ganja joke.

A/n: Sorry for the long wait. I myself is quite blunt but I didn’t want the reader to be completely mean 😭 I hope you like it!!

Taglist: @goatsenpaiultimate @sunset-novice-writer

💥 Really loves how you smoke everyone with your blunt ass (huehuehue marijuana joke)

💥 He’s usually on the same wavelength as you; you two are both crude, poison-laced tongue individuals.

💥 But you don’t mean any harm at times while Katsuki does.

💥 The first time you guys met was when he was talking about how he’ll destroy Midoriya during the first quirk test of the class.

💥 The scene was taking up all the time in the day and you were hungry. So you intervened. “Just get on with it. You’re wasting everyone’s time here Atomic Blonde.”

💥 I made that joke already just leave me alone

💥 He turned around, ready to light your ass on fire however Aizawa wrapped him up like a mummy before he could reach you.

💥 Really despised you for a while. Mans is upset because you don’t care about what comes out your mouth and you’re always pointing out some flaws in his technique or personality.

💥 But the miracle happens that he saw how your comments actually pushed him to perform better in both school work and training.

💥 Thus you are integrated in the Bakusquad! 🥳

💥 He loves your presence, eyeing you while you both help the rest in the frequent study sessions, Laughing when you comment on Denki’s lame pick up lines and Kirishima’s clumsy ass.

💥 When it’s his turn, he goes all dramatic with it to keep your attention on him. Once your eyes land on him, he intends to keep them there by any means necessary. The usual strategy is to tease and start a roast session that becomes a staple in your everyday lives.

💥 He really appreciates how you treat him differently than everyone else.

💥 So when everyone was pitying him after his kidnap and the battle of All Might vs AFO. He was so frustrated.

💥 The day he arrived to school, everyone was willing to do everything for him: hold his bag, get him lunch and other offers that made him seem helpless.

💥 So the day when everyone was in the lounge room and Kirishima offered to take his suitcase upstairs, you decided to say a few words.

💥 “Why are you doing that? He’s not a fucking baby. Stop treating him like a limping wolf.” You then turned to Bakugo. “And you, we get it. Your backbone is strong and you hate being helpless but sometimes you need fucking help both physically and mentally so be an actual man and actually fucking talk instead of blabbering all this unphased bullshit.”

💥 Dead silence dissipated all the nonsensical talk in the room before Bakugo stormed off, a shadow casted over his brow as his fingers creaked under its own force to remain fisted.

💥 As soon as he left, Tsuyu turned to you criticising your approach even though it was true. But the truth hurts and you believe everyone should deal with the pain 🤷🏽‍♀️ cmon bad bitch

💥 Arrived at your door after the whole brawl with Midoriya, jaw puffed and red coordinating with a nasty gash on his arm. You dragged him in, berating his choices on releasing his emotions like a neanderthal. Among the constant scolds, he silenced you with a simple sentence.

💥 “I’m sorry. You were right and I need to talk to someone.”

💥 The night consisted of him talking about his life, insecurities and fears while attempting to compose his emotions. With a little push, all the feelings he kept where released to the wild, for the better.

💥 Now he has a whole new meaning for liking you.

🥦 Little baby boy can hardly withstand your bluntness

🥦 Attempts to be your translator if someone takes your words wrong.

🥦 Your critiques aren’t the nicest so Midoriya fills that gap in.

🥦 He’s always as flabbergasted as the receiver of your comments. His verdant eyes widened grandly and as he inhales a sharp gasp. After the shock he turns to the person with apprehension, letting your intentions be known in a softer version than it was given.

🥦 “Tenya, don’t ever try to make breakfast again. The eggs were shit like how did you even burn the water?” Midoriya quickly jumped in, waving his hands erratically to ensure no harm. “S-she meant that your eggs were—ehm— had a little saltiness to them and also to try keep the fire to—uh m-medium?”

🥦 Scared that someone will beat your ass over something you said but that isn’t no problem because that mouth comes with a good pair of hands.

🥦 But he really admires your sharp tongue and frank mind. Unlike hisself, you plough through all nervous talks and thoughts, making your thoughts as clear as day.

🥦 But he’s not excluded from any harsh comments.

🥦 After figuring out why he almost missed the talent show, you laid it on thick.

🥦”Are you completely nuts? Couldn’t you wait on Rappa or I don’t know call someone from up here to get security? You really just love to throw yourself in trouble, don’t you?”

🥦 Ngl, it did sting a little but whatever Izuku believed he did right, he will forever be proud of it. Aside from that, he is hurt that you thought his actions were irrational.

🥦 Noticing his frown and glossy eyes, you quickly apologised, not intending to ridicule his actions.

🥦 “Izuku, I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I was just really worried and I care for you a lot.”

🥦 If he was close to crying from before he’s in tears now. His blush ignited his face as his mind mulled over your confession.

🥦 He accepted your apology and as his heart couldn’t take anymore blatant affection from a girl, you hugged him, hugged him.

🥦 And that’s how Midoriya fell even more hopelessly in love with you.

🎆 The tired baby boy

🎆 He is also blessed with the ability to be brash, although it is underhanded.

🎆 but he definitely noticed how brash you were when he confronted Class 1A before the sports festival.

🎆 The tension between Bakugo and the students outside palpable, the mixture of agitation and unease stifled the air everyone breathed until you trod to the door.

🎆 “Are you boys done with your little intimidation battle? Because I have an anime to binge watch and I’d rather not have it wait any longer.” You then turned to Shinso.

🎆 “By the way your hair is really cute.”

🎆 You left everyone gobsmacked as you passed through the crowd without fail, as if you didn’t even interrupt a brewing clash a second ago. But no one was as gobsmacked as Shinso who was blushing from the compliment.

🎆 Ever since, your bluntness has not wavered even after becoming friends with him through Kaminari and Sero.

🎆 You obviously showed you liked him. Your frank attitude included being downright honest in your attraction to him and others.

🎆 Exhaustion clouded his eyes heavily as he walked past your lunch table filled with Class 1A’s girls talking about their fears for the future. Mina’s almost drawn to tears about the upcoming math test as Uraraka consoled her worries.

🎆 Everyone was nervous, anxiety wore on their face and through the sounds of nail biting from Hagakure.

🎆 As soon as the mind control quirk wielder caught your eye, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking.

🎆 “Shinsou is so handsome. And he’s getting quite buff judging by how his shirt was constricting from before. Don’t you guys think?”

🎆 Your comment was loud enough to reach the by-passer, who blushed at the sudden compliment. His hand naturally travelled to the nape of his neck, soothing his own embarrassment as the table’s eyes, in particular yours, laid on him, waiting on his response.

🎆 “Why t-thank you, (Y/n)” He nodded in acknowledgment of your compliment and then walked briskly off to his own table.

🎆 Mina turned towards you as he was out of ear range. “Have you no shame?! I was crying about my grades before you suddenly wanted to say Shinso was hot.”

🎆 Everybody started saying how random and sudden you were before you shrugged your shoulders.

🎆 “A girl knows what she likes.”

🎆 Shinso eventually warms up to your sudden compliments and impartial bluntness

🎆 The two of you were eventually called a“pair of blunt knives” by Kaminari.

🎆 Doesn’t matter, it’s a cute couple name ☺️.

[saltymiraculer]

here ya go anon

So, I’ve been getting anonymous asks after asks after asks for an adrien/marinette/alya/nino group chat and I decided to just make a dumb one so they would stop but it turned salty and here ya go

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Unknown: …

Unknown: alright fess up who made the group chat

Unknown: it was me

Unknown: who the hell r u

Unknown: alya

Unknown: o ok im marinette

Unknown: TF guys??? It’s Adrien, but why did you make this?

Alya: wait did we add nino

Alya added Nino to Group Hangout

Alya: there we go

Nino: what the fuck

Nino: what is this????

Marinette renamed the chat shit talkers

Marinette: …

Adrien…

Alya…

Nino: what the FUCK

Nino renamed Nino as icantdrawforshit

icantdrawforshit: well its true

Marinette: wait you can do that

Alya renamed Alya as yaaasqueen

yaaasqueen: WeLl iT’s TrUe

Marinette: where the fuck is adrien

Adrien: Here!

Adrien renamed Adrien as noiristhenewblack

Marinette: pleeeease dont tell me youre a chat noir fanboy

noiristhenewblack: Hell yeah, I am!

yaasqueen: l a d y n o i r ?

noristhenewblack: YES!

icantdrawforshit: ye

Marinette: nu

Marinette renamed Marinette noladynoir

yaaasqueen: ???

yaaasqueen: why u hating on my ship?

noladynoir: so u know all those cute gifs u post on your blog of the kisses n stuff

yaaasqueen: yea those are so adorable!

noladynoir: when have you seen LB actually say yess to the kisses and dates

yaaasqueen: …

icantdrawforshit: oooo things about to get spicy

icantdrawforshit: 🍿🍿🍿

yaaasqueen: um shit i actualy havent

yaaasqueen: *actually

noiristhenewblack: Well, I’m sure she’s fine with it! Ladybug never OBJECTS to them, does she?

noladynoir: u actually pay attention during the fights right?

noladynoir: cuz if u did u would know that LB always tells him to stop

noiristhenewblack: No, she doesn’t! They’re in love, right, Alya?

yaaasqueen: mari makes a good point

yaaasqueen: ill see during the next battle + show it to u

2:48 PM

yaaasqueen sent a video

yaaasqueen: well shit

yaaasqueen: do i have some tea to spill

icantdrawforshit: holy fuck

noiristhenewblack: ?????

icantdrawforshit: watch the video

noiristhenewblack: I don’t see the problem?

noladynoir: do u need glasses my dude because its pretty obvious to us

noiristhenewblack: Can someone explain the problem to me? It just looks like a normal fight.

icantdrawforshit: thats the fuckn problem

yaaasqueen: if u actually watch the video you see that LB keeps flinching away from CN and she keeps tellinh him to stop but he doesn’t stop

noladynoir: that’s what ive been trying to say! she doesn’t like chat noir and he keeps telling her they’re in love anyways!

noiristhenewblack: But it’s probably just a lovers’ quarrel! Couples fight, don’t they?

icantdrawforshit: not like that my dude

yaaasqueen exited the group chat

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yaaasqueen logged onto adrienette is otp

yaaasqueen: get on the chat u lil bitches i have something to tell u

sportboi: wat is it 👀👀👀👀

yaasqueen: quit it with the emojis kim

sportboi: 🚫 no 🚫

sk8rgorl: ok what is it alya

yaaasqueen sent three images

yaaasqueen: this is the reaction to the vid i sent u guys earlier

icantdrawforshit: im private chatting w/ adrien rn and he keeps telling me that chat noir and lb are in love, it’s really creepy how possessive he is, pls send help

rosebud: uh-oh! that’s not good! what should we do?

lightscameraaction: yeah that’s really creepy, especially with how weird chat’s being in the video, how can he think that’s okay? LB looks so uncomfortable!

sk8rgorl: should we do something abt it? cuz chats a superhero n all

sportboi: yeah i mean ive never been sexually harassed but its not right how he’s just violating her like that 😬

icantdrawforshit sent an image

icantdrawforshit: WTF GUYS HE JUST SAID THAT IT WAS LB’S FAULT

yaaasqueen: wtf???

rosebud: the image isn’t loading! can u explain please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

icantdrawforshit: so i said “he didn’t have the right to touch her like that” and he said “Well, it’s her fault! She’s the one who’s so nice to him, she would just punch him if she didn’t like it!” so i said “well what if she doesn’t want to punch him” and this DOOD had the gall to say “Then she likes it!”

rosebud: …

rosebud: that’s just wrong.

lightscameraaction: yeah srsly that’s not right???

yaaasqueen: should we show marinette

yaaasqueen: cuz she was right all along

sk8rgorl: probably

sk8rgorl added noladynoir to the chat

noladynoir: hi guys

yaaasqueen: we were just talking about how it wasnt right for CN to touch LB like that do u have anything to say

yaaasqueen: that sounded rlly rude sry

noladynoir: actually i was assaulted like that earlier it was kinda terrifying

rosebud: oh no! i’m so sorry, Marinette!

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to be continued?