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whos-the-seme · 14 days ago

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Shen Yuan is actually a cuddle bug. Had a ton of Luo Binghe body pillows back home not just for the merch reasons but because he needs something in his bed to squeeze when he's sleeping.

Since he started having weekly planning (boozing and bitching) sessions with Shang Qinghua, he sometimes accidentally sleeps over. After he's finished his paperwork and started on some of Qinghua's, sometimes the wine gets to him and he's just so sleepy. Or, sometimes, Shang Qinghua will let the other read some of the short stories he had written early on in his transmigration when fighting to not lose his mind. Shen Yuan would critique them, before harassing him to publish them anonymously.

("Oh, so you are capable of writing more than papapa trash."

"Aw, you like it?" "...it's good." 🙄)

But by the time he finished them, it would be so late, and it didn't make much sense to leave when a bed was right there. And Shang Qinghua had custom ordered goose feather pillows and blankets, which was so unlike his porcelain pillows, and Shang Qinghua himself is right there. Therefore. The man himself becomes his new object of comfort when asleep.

At first, Shang Qinghua used to just wave it off. Then he started to playfully complain and tease about how clingy Shen Yuan was in his sleep, and Shen Yuan would grumble and turn bright red and turn his back on him... only for them to wake up with Shen Yuan basically curled around the other like an octopus in the morning. And then it just became normal because, of course, they really only had each other, so like why not? It brought them both comfort and two people could totally cuddle platonically.

Before long, more than half the week, Shen Yuan was spending the night over, and some rare times, Shang Qinghua goes to the bamboo house. Shang Qinghua learns when to give up his piles of paperwork when his friend starts getting tired and to get more fucking rest himself. Otherwise, Shen Yuan will just walk in, curl up on his lap with his head resting on Shang Qinghua's shoulder, and fall asleep there.

("Really? I ordered those extra stuffed pillows for you, you know. Go to bed, I'll be done in a minute."

"Ugh, shut up, sleeping isn't the same when you're out here ordering new fighting posts for Bai Zhan Peak for the 5th time this month. I'll just wait here for you to finish."

"In my lap...? That's kinda gay--" 😏

"Qinghua."

"Shutting up and finishing the work." )

Those of An Ding Peak, being the peak that was basically the backbone of the entire sect and kept it running through sweat, blood, and some other bodily fluids, knew how to keep secrets from other peaks. You don't become a disciple there without knowing how to keep your mouth shut when outsiders are around. But between each other, whispers abound.

"I don't think Shen-shibo has left in two days," one disciple murmurs to another when they see Shen Qingqiu flouncing around yet again, ordering one of the disciples to bring some two small meals to their Shifu's rooms for a late dinner.

"Do you think they're... you know?" Another asks quietly after delivering some new contracts to their Shifu. The door to his bedroom had been slightly ajar, and through the cracks, green leaf-pattern outer robes were on the ground.

("I'm not sleeping in these, okay! You should have written in pajamas while you were busy adding in chocolate, and whatever else doesn't exist in Ancient China, to PIDW!" 😒

"Oh my god, just sleep in your inner robes, then! Better yet, borrow some of my clothes. But you're sure as fuck not sleeping naked on my silk sheets, bro!")

The disciples on Qing Jing Peak certainly notice when the bamboo hut isn't occupied for the night. At first, they just thought that their Shizun was extra silent in his house now, but once, Ming Fan had to go to Shizun for a small issue late in the evening, and he wasn't there. Nor was he there the next night, or the next. They're not sure where he is, or what he's doing, but he's always there in the morning, so they don't worry too much.

On the fourth night, Shizun was home, but Shang-shishu was also there. And... stayed there. The lights went out, and the disciples who were sent out to spy came back and reported that Shang-shishu had never left.

("He... is Shang-shishu still in there?"

"I think so. M-maybe he stayed in the extra bedroom?"

"..." 👀

"..." 👀)

The disciples eye each other and simultaneously agree to never let those outside the peak know about this. When crossing paths with A Ding disciples, there are discreet looks and nods of understanding, and they pass each other by with not a word.

(Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua?)

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One bright and sunny morning, Liu Qingge slams his way into Shang Qinghua's office. He is followed by Mu Qingfang, and Yue Qingyuan, all needing to speak with Shang Qingqua to figure out Shen Qingqiu's whereabouts. He wasn't in his bamboo hut this morning, nor was he anywhere else that he typically frequented.

Mu Qingfang because it was time for his bimonthly check-up to ensure that his treatments with Liu Qingge were progressing as they should. Yue Qingyuan due to peak matters (though, technically, he could do it on his own, but if he got to see Xiao Jiu--). Liu Qingge because the beast that he had dropped on his doorstep yesterday afternoon had yet to be removed, which was odd. And also, he had ordered new fighting posts a week ago, and usually they would have been delivered by now, which was also odd.

Wei Qingwei and Qi Qingqi also follow along because they could smell drama. And also they were a tiny bit worried about their shixiong. Whenever he disappeared for too long, it was likely that he had gotten kidnapped or poisoned. Again.

Shang Qinghua scrambles out of his bed chambers with hastily thrown-on outer robes, blurry-eyed, screaming "Whoosit!?" He barely has time to open his mouth before he is instantly bombarded with several requests, most of them pertaining to the apparent missing peak lord. Liu Qingge also asks about his fighting posts, which Shang Qinghua pretends not to hear.

"We've not seen him in a few days," Mu Qingfang says to him over the noise, with an apologetic smile for waking up his overworked shixiong. "I know you two are somewhat friends, so if you see him soon, please tell him he really needs to come to Qian Cao for his next physical."

"Wait, who's missing? Ah, please don't touch that." The last part is directed at Qi Qingqi, who is combing through his shelves. "Shen Qingqiu is apparently missing, according to this bunch," Qi Qingqi says, smirking at him. She pokes the figurine he told her not to touch. Oh well, she'll realize why he told her not to touch it soon enough.

"Shen Qingqiu? What do you mean, he's--" Shang Qinghua instantly closes his mouth, hoping that no one heard that. "I-I mean, yeah, I'll let you guys know if he stops by! No problem, will absolutely send him your way--" "What was that?" Liu Qingge narrows his eyes at him. "You were about to say something. You know where he is. Tell me."

Shang Qinghua begins to sweat immediately. "Whaaat? No, you must have heard wrong. Seriously, I'll let you guys know if I catch him. Now, if you guys can be on your way--" He starts trying to herd people out.

Unbeknownst to him, his bedroom door cracks open and a figure, eyes barely open, shuffles out and heads towards him. Wei Qingwei, idling in the office, is the first to notice the person wearing another set of An Ding Blue outer robes over soft Qing Jing Green inner ones. His jaw drops.

"Qinghua?" A soft, sleepy voice murmurs in his ear, arms circling around his waist and a head laying on his shoulder from behind. "It's too early, come back to bed." A small yawn.

Shang Qinghua can feel himself freeze with a nervous smile on his face.

Shit.

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romana-after-dark · 1 year ago

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Cry Harder

Dark!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Masterlist : Taglist (NEW TAG LIST)

A follow up to Keep Cry'n, but you don't need to read it to read this. But you do need to read the warnings lol.

For my event, Dead Dove December which is still open until January 1st, and there's no sign up! Plenty of time to join <3

Summery: While keeping you captive, Joel's sex drive is insatiable, and the sex seemed to be never ending. You tried to warm him you needed to use the bathroom... he didn't listen.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Non con. Piss kink. Dacryphilia. PIV sex, oral f!recieving. Smoothing via pillow. Threat of murder, threat of necrophilia (Joel's just trying to scare her.) little smacking. Degredation, daddy kink.

Immersabilty: Reader is fem.

1k works

A/N: I'M BACK!!! I'll chat a lil more in the notes at the bottom and be sure to read the housekeeping but thanks for sticking around <3

You don't have to like piss kink but don't make fun of me okay lol

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“That’s it baby, cry harder”

As if you had much of a choice. Joel had you here for 2 days by this point, and the man was fucking insatiable. He had explained to you, not that you asked, that he goes in and out of “shifts”, essentially. For a few weeks, he raids and stocks up on all he needs. Then, if he’s got somewhere decent to stay, he’ll take a pretty girl for a week or so and just go insane on sex, food, and any drugs or booze he could get. You were well fed at least, and sometimes Joel let you take a few hits of weed or sips of alcohol to numb you, but other than that he wasn’t giving many mercies.

It had been hours at this point, no refractory period except sometimes to go have a smoke, but 5 minutes later he came back hard and thrusting into your swollen lips.

You were exhausted, spread out naked on your back as Joel knelt before you, thrusting. You just wanted it to be over, sobbing into the pillow you pulled over your face.

“Awwww, little babies embarrassed? Wassamatter, little baby, don’t want me to hear you moaning again?” Joel taunted you with a laugh. He liked laughing at you. He did make you moan, that was the embarrassing part. Joel wasn’t necessarily trying to make you cum, but he did get giddy and gleeful when the stretch of his cock was enough to make you orgasm.

You weren’t entirely sure that’s what was happening right now, but something was off. “Joel…” You whine into your pillow. “My stomach hurts…”

“Why -thrust- the fuck -thrust- do I care?”

“It feels funny…” You hoped maybe he’d stop if you were sick. Not that he cared about your well being, but rather he wouldn’t want you getting sick all over him. Or maybe he was into that.

“Just shut the fuck up and -mmmph- just fuck’n take it. Always fuck’n whining like you got a hard job.” Joel smacked a tit, making you whimper and clench down.

Then you realized what the feeling was. “Joel, I gotta- MPH!”

Joel shoved the pillow into your face. “Tired of your fucking voice. ‘Joel I need this, Joel I need that!’” He mocked you in a high pitched voice. “Just shut the fuck up before I smoother you and use your cold pussy instead. Bet the rigor would tight’n you up a bit.”

Fresh tears wet your pillow as you wriggle, trying to keep quiet. You needed to pee. Or maybe you were going to cum. Joel had gotten you pretty drunk this time and his dick jamming into your cervix made everything a little hazy, but you needed to pee, and you needed to pee BAD. Still, the struggle to breath was the first concern. It wasn't cutting off all your hair, but it was getting difficult.

You tried to warn him, but Joel simply kept the pillow over your mouth and he filled you up again and again, thick cock stretching you so far you weren’t sure how you were supposed to be any tighter, but men were never satisfied. The pressure continued to build and suddenly you were very confused; was this an orgasm, pee, or both?

Joel was growing erratic above you, and you wondered if he got off, if this would be it for today. You tried to hold it back, never wanting Joel to have the satisfaction, but the combination of the feeling and Joel in your stomach were too much. Unconsciously, you let go.

Joel stops, not pulling back enough to pull out but enough to see you and you release the warm liquid onto him as you cum. “Oh shit” He chuckles. “Did you squirt?” You remove the pillow the your face to catch him looking at your sore cunt as the liquid isn’t stopping and he realizes what was happening. “Ohhhh fuck!” He says gleefully, thrusting into you with renewed vigor.

“That’s it baby, piss on my cock, ooooooh yes, fuck yes, pee on daddy’s fuck’n cock, mmmmm god, gonna- fuuuuck, gonna cum, gonna cum in daddy’s little piss baby.”

You cover your face with your arms as you cry, sensitive as all hell from cumming hard as you relieve yourself, humiliated but knowing he’s close. Just gotta power through.

Huffing, Joel pressed his hand down on your lower stomach, pushing out more pee as you yelped.

“Goooood DAYUM!” Joel shouts loud in your ear as he cums inside you, filling your tired pussy with his cum.

Joel falls on top of you, laughing, his heavy weight nearly as suffocating as the pillow was. A light chuckle turned louder as he laughed harder and pulled away. As Joel pulled his cock out of your soaked folds, he was all but cackling, derangement in his eyes as he looked at the disaster that was the shitty bed you slept on.

“Such a messy girl…” He eyed your cunt, and you whimper. Joel didn’t go down on you. This was for him to get his dick wet, nothing else…

But soon, his mouth was between your legs, lapping at the mix of cum and piss and sweat between you two, his beard a rubbing irritant against your puffy skin. “Such a pathetic little girl” He muttered between breaths, rutting himself against the bed, and you knew he was hard again. “Fuck’n weird, can’t even keep from making a mess of yourself” He growls, licking you clean. “Fuck’n- ohmygod- fucking disgusting little piss Wh-who-oooooremmmm.” Joel came against the bed, just as you were about to come again, and pulled away.

You can’t help the way your body wriggles as the “Nooo” You whine, ever so quiet. You hated how much he made you want him sometimes.

Joel giggles, awfully pleased with himself. “Nah, baby, I’m done with you for now. Maybe next time you’ll learn to appreciate when I give you this cock.”

Butt naked, Joel exited the room, telling you to clean yourself up. “You smell.”

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TW depression, skip to the bold for romana housekeeping

I havn't posted much outside an occasional Blessed Be the Fruit and if you follow my main, you kno why. This semester has been incredibly hard on me, a genuine deep depression i han't experienced in a long, long time. It was awful. I nearly hospitalized myself a few times and I should have but I am american and not insured. I was not safe, and was a danger to myself.

Yet, somehow, I managed to get my course work done and I finished the semmester on friday ;-; now i have 2 weeks approximately off from work which isnt ideal but hey, traveling and shit. Then for about a month I'll be working back at day care again before coming back for second semmester soooooo im hoping this free time will allow me to catch up on writing and reading

Housekeeping

As linked above, this is for my event dead dove December! It's for the Oscar Isaac/ Pedro Pascal fandom, and we got so many fun entries including lots of Joel, some triple frontier (santi AND frankie) William tell, and soon some Jack from mojave, rydall keener and more!! Would love for you to join me! if you dont wanna write but like dead dove, search #deaddovedecember2023 I didn't realize at the time there was a similar event for the bucky barnes fandom but they have the same hastag, so if you like bucky, check them out too!

Also, i'm gonna be working on a new series once Blessed be the Fruit and a few on my main end, a dark!triple frontier. Check out the coming soon info, and comment if you'd like a tag!

Be sure to join the new tag list, as i changed my tag options just a little!

@m0nster-fvcker @miraclesabound @fandxmslxt69

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strangelysamantha · 4 months ago

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wasted ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: infidelity, swearing, alcohol.

words: 1,093.

summary: “you were supposed to be my soulmate, but you threw it all away so you could screw some girl?” in which jj makes a grave mistake cheating on you.

request? no.

a/n: i have so many good ideas deep in my drafts. im about to blow up your feed mwahahahha.

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you desperately needed air, the smell of liquor, cigarettes, and blaring music completely overwhelmed your senses, you couldn't find jj which didn't help at all. all you wanted to do was settle into bed, but instead you were trapped at a house party. you were getting tired of the partying, every time the night was close to coming to an end, jj would find something to get worked up about. he would be screaming at you about drama that had sparked. it was exhausting that jj always had a problem, whether it was because you had accepted a drink from a guy, or was dancing to close to someone you didn't even care about. you tried multiple doors, trying to find a quiet place, however all of them were locked.

of course, the one that wasn't locked was occupied. you swing the door open, seeing two bodies entangled together, sweaty and moaning. you were going to shut it when you noticed it was jj in bed. his blonde hair messy as small groans fell from his mouth. "what the actual fuck jj?" you yelled, holding back your tears. as if the night couldn't have gotten any worse, of course jj had found a dumb tourist to feed his needs. before the party, you mentioned to jj that you weren't feeling it, he was upset by this. he made it a big issue before ultimately storming off. you weren't going to go; you told him as much. but seeing how angry he got; you felt obligated to make an appearance.

now regretting even leaving the house, you watch jj scramble to put his clothes back on. the entire show being sickening to see. you decided you didn't even want to hear his excuses. maybe he got too drunk, maybe he wanted revenge, maybe he was just done. you rush downstairs, running into kiara. she apologizes before realizing its you. "hey is everything okay?" you laugh, the whole situation seeming so unreal its funny. "just walked in on jj plowing a tourist. i'm getting out of here." her mouth flies open, "what?" she follows after you, worried to leave you alone. she hops into your car, and the two of you drive to her house, assuming jj would go to yours to try and salvage the relationship.

in kiaras room you lay down on her bed, your body becoming numb. "i mean. i got with jj maybank. did i really think i'd be that special?" you sigh. kiara frowns at your words. "it's not your fault. that is so unfair to you, he knows better than that." you glance down at your phone, seeing a bunch of missed calls and texts from him. "im just mad because i know i'll lose all my friends too." kiara rubs your arm, "you still have me." you smile softly, "thank you, i don't know what i'd be doing without you." your comment was cut off by kiaras phone. "it's jj, should i answer?" you shrug, "might as well. put it on speaker." she pressed accept, immediately putting jj on speaker. "i fucked up kie, i don't know what to do." she wanted to act oblivious to see how jj would explain the situation. "what happened jj?" he mentions you, "we had a big fight before the party. i drowned my frustration with booze. i met a tourist and it was so easy. i let my guard down." kiaras face forms with disgust by his words. she doesn't respond, letting him continue. "she walked in on me fucking someone else. she'll hate me. she'll want nothing to do with me kie, what do i do?" kiara hums, "well you cheated jj." her words stung him, "there is nothing you can do. if she's done with you after this, you'll just have to accept it."

"i have to see her. do you know where she went?" kiara sighs, "no, i haven't seen her. i'm back at mine now, about to go to bed." jj groans, "alright, thanks." he immediately hangs up and kiara scoffs. "please tell me you don't plan on getting back with him." you shake your head. "i can't." she nods understandingly. "besides the fact he literally cheated; all we do is fight anyway. it's too exhausting."

"well i'm here for you, anything you need." you smile, thankful you'd still have a friend after this. "i'm going to head back home, if i run into him i'm going to end it. otherwise i'm going to bed." kiara ushers a goodnight softly, "make it home safe. and keep me updated."

you gently shut her door, heading downstairs. you get into your car, starting it up and driving back home. jj calls you again on your drive home, you reluctantly answer. you stay silent. "can we please talk?" he questions. "im just now on my way home. im too tired jj." he sighs, "im already at your house." you mouth forms into a line, annoyance running through your veins. "alright." you hang up, pulling into your driveway, you noticed him sitting at the end of the driveway. you hop out of your car walking up to him.

he quickly stands up. "look i'm so sorry. i can't even put into words how bad i feel." you scoff, "i don't really care anymore jj." he takes a deep breath, "please it was a huge mistake." you look over, "that's the problem jj. we had a fight, and you lashed out. i don't want to worry about what you'll do if i upset you. if you'll retaliate by sleeping with someone else, or if you'll fight someone, or whatever you'll do just because were on the rocks." he shakes his head, "it won't be like that, i don't want that to be our relationship-" you are quick to cut him off, "there is no more relationship jj." his heart sinks, "no please, we can work this out." you sigh, tears dropping from your eyes. "you were supposed to be my soulmate, but you threw it all away so you could screw some girl?" he was extremely apologetic, "i was drunk, and angry, and i wasn't thinking. i didn't want to hurt you. i regret it so bad. im really sorry." you quickly wipe your tears, "all i see when i look at you is seeing you in bed with that stranger. and that makes me sick. i can't look at you the same jj. we are done." before he can respond you turn away, walking into your house, locking the door behind you.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x reader angst #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you

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princessmaybank · 6 months ago

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Hearts At War : Part 1

Pairings: Dark!Rude!JJ x Kook!Fem!Reader, Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Weed, etc.

Summary: Sarah drags you to a kegger, where you see your old pal JJ.

Author's Note: My first series!!!

"Of course I'm sure! They'll love you!" Sarah exclaimed. She was dragging me to a kegger held by her pogue friends. I only knew a handful of pogues and they were all rude to me when I tried my hardest to be nice. Going into this I told her it's not a good idea but you can't really argue with Sarah Cameron.

We finally reached the boneyard and it was packed. I saw a bunch of people I knew. Friends would try to stop me to talk but Sarah kept pulling me until we reached a fire pit. I only knew one person at that fire.

"C'mon Sarah why'd you bring her?!" The hard-headed boy with blonde tousled hair complained. That was JJ Maybank, my sworn enemy since 5th grade when he pushed me on the playground. JJ has made every moment we spent together a living nightmare from then on. He was a little asshole then and an even bigger one now. "Get the fuck over it JJ! She's a nice girl!" Sarah stood up for me before introducing me to John B, Kie, Cleo, and Pope. None of them had a problem with me, we even had some great conversations so far, but the entire time someone kept quiet while their eyes dug into my soul.

"I'm gonna grab another drink." I whisper to Sarah before standing. "Oh no...leaving us so soon?" JJ's face and tone was covered in fake sadness. He pretended to pout when I stood. "Don't you worry Maybank, I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much." I give him a fake smile and head to the keg to grab another beer. When I get there I notice the operator was even more intoxicated than most of the people here. I tried to pour it myself but he fought with me until he accidentally sprayed me with the booze. I had no choice but to walk back to Sarah and her friends. Hopefully someone had a spare shirt or something.

When I got back everyone looked at me concerned while JJ cackled at my appearance. "You're supposed to put the drink in your mouth." He continued laughing. At this point I was extremely annoyed and snapped. "You would know about shoving things in your mouth wouldn't you?" I practically shut him up and caused everyone around us to laugh. Sarah turned to me and asked what happened. Of course I explained what happened to everyone and they felt bad. I got a bunch of 'sorry's' and 'i don't have a spare shirt' comments. "Hey I think there might be a shirt in the Twinkie." John B announced. "Why would a shirt be in a dessert?" I asked confused and everyone laughed at me. "That's what he calls his van." Kie giggled. "Oh, well if you're okay with it-" I was cut off. "Wait- that's my shirt in there. Hell no!" JJ protested. "It's the property of the Twinkie now." Pope shrugs causing everyone to let out a small laugh. JJ looked like he was going to argue some more so I stopped him in his tracks. "I don't want your damn shirt Maybank. I'd rather reek of alcohol for the rest of my life." My eyes rolled as I crossed my arms. I meant what I said, I don't need his shirt.

I needed to get away from them for a little bit, so I went through the crowd and mingled with a few guys. Every one of them even more boring than the last. Even when I did find someone I was interested in, I got shot down. I wanna blame it on my alcohol stained clothes but I'm not sure. When I started walking back to the fire pit, I heard the most annoying voice call out to me. "Striking out?" JJ chuckled as he took a hit from his joint. He was leaned up against a tree, really trying his best to look like a bad boy. "You're stalking me now Maybank? Don't know if I should be scared or flattered." I cross my arms and give attitude. He rolls his eyes and takes another hit. "Oh shut up, why would I stalk you of all people?" He questioned. "You tell me. Why did you know I was 'striking out'?" I say with air quotes. "Oh you were? Lucky fuckin' guess." JJ took another hit then blew his smoke in my face.

"You're such a fucking dickhead!" I huff. JJ simply smiles at me. His fingers slowly brought the joint to his lips and before he could inhale, I stole it from his hand. It met my lips before he could complain and I walked away.

I found myself back at that fire pit where Sarah was now sitting on John B's lap with her tongue down his throat. Pope and Cleo were talking so I turned to Kie. "What is his problem?" I ask her while staring at the blonde who is currently shotgunning a beer with another Pogue. "Honestly? You. I don't know what you did to the boy, but he hates your guts. Always has." Kie spoke as she took the joint from my fingers.

"I didn't do anything. He's been a little dickhead for years and it just keeps getting worse." I say resting my elbows on my knees. "Maybe you should ask him why he acts like that." Kie shrugs. "He would rather spit in my face and toss me in the ocean." She laughed which caused my own to creep up on me. I look back over to the blonde who was already looking at me.

That's weird...

I could've sworn I just saw JJ Maybank staring at me..

#outer banks #jj maybank #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts

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ohisms · 10 months ago

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↪ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾 , ꮲꭲ 2 . ( a series of sentence starters from season 1 of fox's sitcom , “ the mick ” adjust phrasing as necessary . )

damn , [ name ] , how many cars can one person crash ?

i can't help it — when i'm behind the wheel , i'm a slave to the power of the machine .

other people worked very hard to buy those cars , and now they're mine .

why you gotta put me in a cage ?

i'm not a rat , okay ?

shut up , you don't know what you're talking about .

i am NOT joking , i don't wanna do this .

guys , we don't snitch . that's it , end of story .

will you listen to yourself ?? "jUsT tElL tHe tRuTh"

[ name ] , you snitch you die !

pretty sure that was already there when i walked up .

how is this good news ?

everyone's gonna call me a traitor , like you .

don't worry about it , it was worth it .

what are you doing tomorrow night ?

just say the words , and it can be yours .

oh , it's like that , huh ? fine .

what was that ? i can't hear you ... you can't breathe ?

you better figure something out , 'cause if you don't — i'll have to go public with this .

that's called extortion , stupid !

those guys are just covering their own asses , they don't even like you .

as easily as i can save you in this world , i can destroy you .

if anybody messes with you , let us know - okay ?

with a dong like that , you'd think he'd be happier .

do i look like i'm playing , [ last name ] ?

oh , your breath reeks of booze .

i hope you have a plan .

i was up all night watching prep school movies in preparation .

there are some real evil illuminati-type vibes in here , right ?

there was a time i could see , and i have seen .

oh , i'm just getting warmed up .

we are but food for worms , gentlemen .

whose burrito did i just step in ?

get out of here , the tv's mine .

what did you do to my shirt ??

how would you feel if i ran around stealing your clothes ?

we had to kill him cause he wasn't a team player .

no more special treatment for you .

i grew up in squalor , i am perfectly comfortable in it .

[ name ] , don't you dare !

didn't know you were gonna be so weird about it .

if you decide that you don't want me around , just tell me and i will go .

you're not the only game in town , buddy , okay ?

you don't know who i hang out with .

jealousy is the reason people hate us .

you don't have to worry about labels , just like who you like .

i hope this is some sort of emergency .

you kept me waiting , so i'm gonna get right to it .

don't make this your thing , this is [ name's ] thing .

suing is how rich white people solve their problems .

i wanted to sing and show you there's nothing to be afraid of .

i'm so nervous for you ... i want to throw up and run away .

you could have me escorted out , but you have no security .

ooh , dark scary room ! you know what they call that in prison ? they call that a blind spot . great place to catch a shiv .

what kind of operation are you running here ?

you didn't do anything wrong . i was the problem , not you .

where i'm from , the guest gets the good seat .

i drink , smoke , lie , steal ... i'm drunk right now .

i will ruin him . please don't let me do that .

i'm not the one doing whatever you guys are doing ... what are you doing ?

i'm not judging , at least he's a hot mess .

it's the wolf's job to eat the sheep , so y'know ... this was bound to happen .

i will RUIN you when we get home .

i'll give it back to you in a minute , you're gonna get it back .

the suit you destroyed cost a grand !

come on , [ name ] . i'll help you get settled .

he can't know it was my idea .

she made her mean bed and she can sleep in those scratchy sheets .

woah , tough day at the office ?

what the hell did you just say to me ?

you are right ... no matter what you say about anything .

we do this all the time , but usually there's some art to it .

this is not nearly as fun as i thought it was gonna be .

you're letting a bunch of nerds pick on you with their computers ?

why don't you just systematically destroy her ?

i can see where this is headed , so i'm just gonna hit the road .

she ripped me open , stuffed me full of devastation and then sewed me back up again .

leave me alone , this is all your fault .

why are they yelling ? are they angry cause they're bad musicians ?

i will never understand your generation .

let me have it . how bad is it ?

do you have any idea what i saw in there ?

you should come and check out what's going on outside , cause i think you'll be pleasantly surprised .

i just want us to be friends again .

it would be such a silly waste of time for someone like me to be mad at someone as insignificant as you .

the truth is , i pity you .

when the universe gives you a sign , it's not up to you to ignore it .

[ name ] gave it to me . it means i'm in charge .

i'm not comfortable with the whole arrangement . where's [ name ] ?

this is outrageous ! i'm getting passed over again ?

i don't have a problem , i'm just blowing off some steam .

you wanna get in on this ?

you deserve to take a time out as much as anybody else .

sorry , i didn't realize you were the fun police .

having money has reaaally changed you .

i've lost control ?! oh no , you dumb , dumb idiot . YOU'VE lost control .

that's a gross overreaction .

i will show myself the door in a ... graceful and classy manner .

thanks for sticking around .

look , i realize i did some questionable things in there .

i just felt like the universe was giving me a sign .

i'm the only one worthy of its power !

keep it in your pants and follow my lead .

it's no offense , i just don't know you very well .

let's go over this one more time , just so we're clear .

we've already been over the terms .

what's in it for you ?

i like the element of surprise .

wasn't expecting that . are you okay ?

i saw a burglar , i didn't know what to do ... so i SMOKED his ass !

you SHOT me ! what the hell's the matter with you ?

that gunpowder's like a hundred years old , it probably just broke the skin .

what about the police ? they're expecting a gunshot victim .

guys , we've gotta move this along , okay ?

you got it , i'll get you a pillow .

you're lucky no one was killed .

here's the thing about the bordeaux ... i drank it .

i'm so sorry that you had to keep our mansion warm .

how do you think the police found them ?

if you're done criticizing me , i think i'll head on up to bed .

you want me to do the jobs no one else wants ?

can we pick this up tomorrow ? i was shot , so ... i'm very tired .

it has nothing to do with that . okay ? now please leave .

i wanted to thank you for having my back earlier .

that had nothing to do with you . i was just trying to hurt them .

it's chloroform . i found a recipe online .

[ name ] , don't come at me with that .

i was gonna do whatever it takes . i'm not a quitter.

i wanna tell you , i really do . but first there's something i need .

oh my god , you're bailing again .

innocent people don't sneak in and out of their own home .

'cause i don't like you , that's why .

i'd rather get mowed down in a hellfire of bullets than listen to you screech .

you don't have to lie . i heard you guys .

how was i supposed to know you were gonna hug me ? i didn't even know you knew how to hug .

#rp meme #ohisms #rp inbox prompt #inbox prompt #rp prompt

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masonmace · 17 days ago

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Hey, so! I haven't snapped any hearts like twigs lately.

Cw: angst.

RINSE. REPEAT.

Imagine Modern Warfare IV. Johnny's dead. Things aren't the same with the task force: they never will be. Simon's been quiet; distant. Gaz is quiet, but tries to fill the silence with jokes. A replacement for the jokester they'd lost. It's just met with grunts that are meant to be laughs.. but aren't true laughs.

It's just not the same.

John's been distant to you, too. Sure, you both had talked things out. You convinced him that he wasn't going to kill you. That it was in his head and that it was nobody's fault.

As if some shit like that would work.

Nobody expects a civilian to understand, though. John gets it.. that you didn't experience it. It's hard to sit day by day with his men when he killed their friend. He may as well've put the gun at Soap's temple. He was daft to make the scotsman wait. So . utterly . daft.

Missions are all the same. Well, they're never consistent, but they're the same. Quiet in the hawk, quiet on the field, quiet on the way home. Get into compounds, get intel, find targets, do whatever bullshit they need to do, etcetera. Get back to base, get hammered. Sometimes Gaz or Ghost will go spend the night with someone. It's all coping mechanisms.

The silence is so, so very loud.

Makarov is one of the biggest reasons why so many of John's men died. He won't stop until the bastard is dead. No matter what. Maybe that's where he went wrong. The bloodlust he carries for Makarov sits on the bloodied throne right next to the guilt. Wedded. Hand in hand ruling the war-filled place in his head.

He just isn't the same.

None of them are.

John's known Simon the longest. Gaz for a good while, too. Roach, too. They're his boys, and he wishes he could put a face on for them. John just cannot force himself to act okay this time.

None of them can.

The mission had happened so, so very fast. Too fast. Way . too . fast. What happens now? Where does he go? It was Gaz. Bullet between the eyes. Snap. Crack. Thud. Sigh. Then the blood was rushing in his ears again and he didn't have the time to even call his name. The mission roared on.

He should have called them off quicker. Told them to take a different route. Maybe if he had told Gaz to go with him instead.

Maybe.

What if.

If he hadn't-

There was a mandatory leave after Gaz' death. John didn't come home to you. There was no way in hell he could have. No, he didn't go home. Instead, he ran straight to the pub. Left when they closed and stayed at a hostel instead.

Rinse

Repeat.

Four days later... middle of the night. That's when he came home. It was three in the morning. The front door open and the stink of booze and a man in desperate need of a shower ran into the room. Your head immediately bounces up off of the couch's armrest.

He's a zombie as he shuffles into the house, toeing his boots off and mumbling a greeting. Even though you're half asleep, you rush up to him. Questioning where he's been, he only groans another response.

"Out." He mumbles. "I was fucking . out." John spits, glaring at you with a few harsh breaths. "Go t'sleep." He shuts down any and all conversation as he trudges down the hall and into the bathroom.

"Jonathon." You call, all groggy and discombobulated. You step into the bathroom, uncaring of the fact that he's stripping. The sight is enough to make anyone's throat dry. "John. Talk to me." You plea.

"I'll talk t'you in the mornin'." He grunts, eyebrows set into a deep furrow and jaw set into a clench.

"Right now." You insist. Eyes batting at him. "Let me shower with you. At least."

You showered earlier, but that doesn't matter to you. It takes quite a bit more convincing before John gives in - a drunken frown on his face as you don't turn the shower on, but draw a bath.

You will die.

The bath is quiet - John prefers it that way. He's already cried enough tears. He's all dried up now. He holds you in his arms most of the time, and manages to allow you to wash him the others.

Rinse.

He doesn't. John doesn't answer questions. Just closes his eyes and allows you to do what it is makes you happy.

Repeat.

The mandatory leave was only a couple weeks. Ghost, Roach, and Jonathon back onto base alongside two new transfers to replace Soap and Gaz. John's less than approving of them, but he does his best to put up and go through with an open mind.

They must kill Makarov. It's the only way to win. Things won't be right until that mother fucker is dead and burned. John has sworn that he will light his goddamn cigar with the same flames that burn that bastard alive. Swears it.

That's how it was supposed to go.

The ride to the compound was grim. But John was determined. He made sure to make very clear communication between everyone. Before they'd left, he'd hugged Ghost. It sure had been out of character, but he felt the need. He did the same to Roach.

Why must everything go to shit?

Ghost had gotten out of the building in time. But Roach's comms were finicky. He didn't hear his Captain shouting. The comms broke out, and Ghost went head first back into the crumbling building. The groan of concrete was loud. The world rushed around him and he was frozen there in time. 23:34.

Rinse.

The sound of the building crashing around him wasn't as loud as his own heartbeat. He was too late. 00:12. Price's hands clawed at the rubble, digging and forcing chunks up. Slipping himself in at the only entrance he found like some brave cave explorer. He slotted himself in and got through the rubble.

Repeat.

Price called out their names. Simon. Gary. Over and over. When he found Roach, he was already dead. John sat and tried to resuscitate. It didn't go over as planned.

He should have gotten Gary a new comm.

He didn't leave Roach there. He brought the limp body back to the surface and dove right back it. Simon was alive when he found him. His lieutenant. His breathing shook, and he fought and fought. "I've got you, son." His voice broke under the weight. Coughing from the dust. "I'm comin' to ya." He groans.

Simon's breathing was separated and wheezed; pained. Once the rubble was cleared, he had to tread carefully. A piece of rebar was staked through Ghost's lower abdomen. The blood made John's stomach twist. Not because he couldn't handle blood, but because it was Simon's. The pants coming from Simon made him want to puke.

It should've been him.

The groan of the concrete around them scared John, but he wouldn't leave Ghost here.

"Y'gotta work with me, Si." John breathes, hulking the broader man further and trying to pick him up. To save him. His last soldier. "Please. Please, son." John has to suck his lips together not to cry.

Rinse.

John pulled Simon as close as he could, clutching at him. Hauling him closer. Simon tried to fight it when Price moved to lift him, forced them both back down with a thud. "Leave me." Ghost pleas, groaning with the pain. Too many broken bones. His eyes too unfocused and the world spinning. "Let me go to Johnny, Price."

Price tried to argue, tried to drag Simon back up again. The bloke's too goddamn big. "I need a hand!" John hollers. He fights with his voice not to crack. His hands clutch for his mic. "Laswell! I need evac now." John spits, the mics cracking. His voice broken and wheezed. His face screwing up and the sob he sobbed unmatched by another. He saw the exact second Simon's eyes rolled, head lolling to the side right after. He's dead.

Repeat.

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sh-ttycook · 9 days ago

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Part 1 of God knows how many of a fanfic I'm writing based off of @beachbeibi 's AU!!! All credit goes to them, and please make sure to go and check out the comic that inspired this?! And a big thank you to them for allowing me to make this!!!

On the strawhats way to their next island, they accidentally crashed a princes wedding. Trying to be subtle, they all tried to blend in, dressing nicely and enjoying the booze served, when a specific blonde prince caught Zoros eye. The groom.. he looked miserable next to his wife, fists clenched and eyes downcast. Zoro immediately felt himself fall in love, and despite Nami's protests, approached him. The spoke together while Sanji smoked, explaining excitedly about his dream for when he left that place, and how it was an arranged marriage he didn't want. Though, one thing led to another and Zoro fucked the groom, coming out to the others in the crew panicking and saying they needed to leave now as they were onto them

"We need to leave.."

Zoro stated firmly, voice shaky as he stood next to a flushed groom

Sanji laughed softly, waving to the strawhats nervously as he looked between Luffy and Nami. Both him and the swordsman had hickies faintly upon their neck, and it immediately became clear what happened after Zoro left to pursue the groom, and prince.

"I-I heard you're looking for a chef?.."

Nami shot a glare at Zoro, trying to say without words just how much of an inconvenience this was, and Zoro just knew damn well that this entire encounter would be a burden upon his wallet. The navigator let out a huff, slowly nodding as she looked over at Sanji, knowing that they had no choice but to take him with them.

"We are looking for a cook... you are one, right?"

She asked cautiously, only to be met with a quick and eager nod on Sanji's end

"I've been teaching myself since I was a kid!"

He quickly responded, despite the way he nervously pulled at the collar of his shirt, an embarrassed giggle leaving his lips as his eyes darted over the people in the room, lingering cautiously on Judge and his 'brothers'.

Nami nodded, grabbing Zoro by the ear and pulling him away lightly to scold him

"I told you this was a bad idea!"

Nami hissed out, slapping Zoro harshly across the face as Zoro let out a scoff, holding his cheek and glaring at Nami

"Shut up! It's not my fault he's cute, witch.."

Nami let out an exhausted sigh and let go of Zoro, stepping back as she looked over at the flustered groom, with the swordsman standing close behind - knowing better than to look at him for too long as it'd only earn him getting teased by the rest of the crew.

"Sanji.. Vinsmoke Sanji... Third prince of Germa. And you are- The strawhat pirates if I remember correctly. And marimo over there is your swordsman."

Nami, though, seemed intent on brushing past the details and awnsering his rhetorical questions, instead focusing on the thing that caught her attention the most as she raised an eyebrow at the name Germa.

"You're from the Germa Kingdom, huh? I did wonder what this wedding was for.."

Sanji, though, was left stunned as he stared at Nami blankly for a few moments, slowly blinking as the silence felt deafening.

"T-This wedding is for the alliance between Germa 66 and the Big Mom Pirates?"

Nami and Zoro shared a look at the mention of Big Mom, one of the four emperors. That certainly wasn't good...

She let out a heavy sigh, her hands falling upon her hips as her head downturned, clearly not pleased at all with the way this was going - and most certainly planning just how much this'd cost Zoro.

"Are you okay with us stealing you away, atleas--"

"Oh, absolutely! Please do!! I'll pay you to?!"

Sanji responded before Nami could even finish her sentence, his entire demeanour brightening up as he suddenly turned eager. He dropped to one knee, grasping one of the navigators hands in both of his own. He clearly wanted to get out of this place desperately. Though, he quickly shut himself up as Nami looked at him with that stunned look. He'd said too much..

"No payment needed."

Zoros jaw almost dropped. Seriously?! Nami was letting him get off without paying? That was a first.. Though, the swordsman was still reeling from the fact he'd just slept with this guy - and now he was to be apart of the crew?.. His thoughts were interrupted by Sanji's voice again

"Seriously? You're willing to take me?! Oh, I need to tell my sister the news so she can tell my mother! I'll be just a moment!"

Nami chuckled lightly, nodding as she watched Sanji practically run to a woman with pink hair. Something about him told her that he would be a good addition to the crew... And a damn change from all these damn creatures Luffy had been recruiting recently! He was infuriating.. though, the navigator turned to look at Zoro as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

The navigator sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as she nodded wearily. She knew it wouldn't be hard to sell the idea to Luffy. All it would take would be to say that he was a cook and Luffy would want him on immediately.

"Yes.. he seems nice, and our crew is in desperate need for a cook. Usopps handy, but I'm so sick of fish!"

#zosan #sanzo #fanfic #beibi #one piece gay canon #one piece anime #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #one piece au #one piece fanfiction #one piece #one piece zosan #zosan one piece

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1heartfanfics · 1 month ago

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Stitched up

As promised, a destiel fic next. Set sometime after they're living in the bunker and Cas is newly human. Destiel is cannon-ish in this fic but not explicitly stated. Sam knows though lol.

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"Nice job out there team, that was a rough one," Dean said as they walked down the steps to the bunker. They were all worn, beaten and bruised from taking down a nasty vamps next in Missouri. "Anybody need medical attention?" he asked.

Sam, who had been favoring his right leg since getting tossed down a flight of stairs, shrugged and limped over to the table to sit down. "Sprained my ankle probably but I'm alright other than that I think," he said.

Dean considered this answer, giving Sam a once over, and decided that it was honest enough. "Cas?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Dean," Cas said quickly.

"I'll be the judge of that. Sit down and take off your shirt," Dean said, gesturing to the chair across from Sam. Cas had a pretty gnarly blood stain on one sleeve of his coat that Dean was concerned about.

Cas sighed but walked over to the chair and sat down. He peeled off his coat and his shirt, leaving him in just a white tee. Sure enough, there was a pretty deep gash running down the side of Cas's bicep.

"See this Cas? This is not 'fine'," Dean huffed, getting up to grab the first aid kit.

"I didn't even feel that," Cas mumbled, looking down at his arm in surprise.

"You were hopped up on adrenaline," Dean shrugged. "It happens. Bet you feel it now though huh?" he asked.

Cas nodded with a wince. Dean was right. His arm was throbbing where the cut was now.

"Don't worry, I'll get you fixed up. You're gonna need some stitches though. I'm guessing you've never had any?" Dean asked.

Cas shook his head.

"Right. Here, drink up," Dean nodded, handing his flask over. Cas looked at it warily. He'd tried Dean's booze before and was never very impressed. It tasted like rubbing alcohol.

"It's the closest thing we've got to anesthetic," Sam piped up from across the table. "I'd take at least a couple sips if I were you," he added, having been stitched up many times himself.

So Cas took a couple drinks, wincing after each one. It did help to dull the pain in his arm some. He felt fuzzy. And warm.

"Yeah, that's the point Cas," Dean chuckled, getting his supplies ready on the table.

Oh. Cas hadn't realized he'd been speaking out loud.

"I'm gonna clean it first, it'll sting quite a bit but won't last long," Dean said, before pouring rubbing alcohol down Cas's arm. Cas flinched, drawing in a breath. But Dean was right, it faded as quickly as it had come.

Dean threaded a needle with a pack of sutures that they'd stolen from who knows where, then doused both with alcohol as well.

"Alright, here comes the bad part. This is gonna hurt a lot, but I'll be as quick and gentle as I can. If you need a break, just say the word and we'll stop for a minute okay?" Dean said, giving Cas the rundown. Cas nodded, but he looked nervous.

So Dean leaned toward Cas, bracing one hand on his good shoulder to keep him steady, his other hand wielding the needle. He paused a few inches away from Cas's skin.

"You're gonna want to hold onto something," Dean added.

Cas silently reached up to grab a handful of Dean's sleeve, of the arm that wasn't about to sew up his flesh. That hadn't been exactly what Dean had meant, but it would work.

As Dean went in with the needle the first time Cas gasped, body jerking in surprise from the pain. Dean pressed into Cas's shoulder to keep him steady as he put in the first stitch. When he started the second, Cas kept still, but hissed through his teeth, eyes squeezing shut.

"You're doing good Cas," Dean mumbled, going in for a third stitch.

"Stop," Cas whispered, "Stop, please."

"Alright, alright, let me just finish this one," Dean said, pulling the needle through. "It would hurt a lot more if I left it in trust me," he said, knotting it off.

"Fuck that hurts," Cas swore, something he normally didn't do, despite how much time he spent with Dean.

"Yeah, I know. We're about halfway done though," Dean said.

Cas nodded, taking a deep breath and wiping the sweat off of his face with his uninjured arm. Then he nodded at Dean, "I'm ready," he said.

Dean nodded, resuming his previous position. Cas latched onto his arm again as he began the next stitch.

It ended up taking 7 stitches in total. By the time Dean was finished Cas had tears streaming down his face, but he'd managed to power through the last 4 without stopping.

"That's it, Cas. Hard part's done. You did good," Dean told him. He dropped the needle and sutures down onto the table and picked up a damp rag.

"I'm just gonna clean it up now, alright? It'll hurt a little but it should be nothing compared to what you just did," Dean explained. Cas nodded, reaching up to wipe the tears off of his face. Dean could see his hand shaking and gave Cas's knee a squeeze of support before he got to work cleaning the blood and grime from around the wound. When he was finished, he carefully wrapped it in gauze and taped it in place.

"All done," Dean said, sitting back.

"Thank you," Cas said, voice shaking slightly.

"Why don't you go lay down for a while Cas. You're not gonna pass out are you?" Dean asked, noticing how pale Cas was.

"No, I'm okay," Cas shook his head. But Dean still watched him carefully as he stood up, walking slowly out of the dining room and turning down the hall toward the bedrooms.

"How come you've never stitched me up like that?" Sam asked. Dean jumped, he'd forgotten Sam was there. "You don't let me take breaks," Sam added, smirking at his brother.

"Shut up," Dean said, rolling his eyes, but he looked away as he felt his face flush.

Sam laughed, enjoying watching his brother squirm for once.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #dean and cas #injured cas #caretaker dean #hurt/comfort #fluff #cute

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lostfirefly · 9 months ago

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They say it's your birthday, we're going to have a good time

I'm in a pretty good mood today, and finally finished Buggy's birthday fic. I'll be honest, I originally planned a different scenario, but it was rewritten. We're waiting for another birthday fic with Buggy and my OC. English isn't my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/GN Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: Buggy's birthday. You want to cheer him up.

Words: 2369

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “Birthday” by The Beatles.

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“That was great, pumpkin.” Buggy flopped down on the bed, breathing heavily.

“A sexy present for the birthday boy.” You curled up in a ball and snuggled close to his chest.

“I'm ready to receive gifts like that every day.” He hugged you tighter.

“How do you feel yourself today?” You started stroking his hand.

Buggy exhaled and mumbled in your hair. “Old.”

“You're not old, you're only 38.” You took his hand and squeezed it.

“Yes? What have I accomplished by the time I'm 38?” Buggy looked at you with sad eyes. “I didn't find the treasure. Fucking little kid in a straw hat beat me again. He's annoying as hell. I want to kill that little shit myself.”

“You will kill him, my love. You will.” You pecked him on his nose. “But today, we don't remember that bastard. Today is the birthday of my favorite Captain Buggy the Clown! And I've got a few presents for you!”

“Wasn't morning sex a present?” Buggy giggled idiotically.

“No, asshole. Wait here!” You threw on a robe and ran to the closet.

“Why are you wearing a robe, Y/N? I like your naked body!”

“Shut up!” You ran back and jumped on the bed. “So, this’s my gift number one.” You held out the box in his hands.

“Gift number two.” Buggy showed you two fingers. “Don't discount sex, baby.”

“Open the present, please!” You pecked him on his lips. “Happy birthday, my clown! I love you!”

“Thanks, pumpkin. Okay, let’s see…” Buggy shook the box and opened the lid. “New brushes?”

“Yeah.” You took the brush and twirled it in your hands. “Your brushes have seen better days. I stole them when we were on the island.”

“What did you do?” Buggy looked at you with round eyes and started laughing. “You stole them? For me? I don't know how to react to that statement, baby. I'm either shocked or flattered. My girl's turning into a thief, huh?”

“That's your bad influence, jackass.” You pecked him on his lips again. “There's another gift in there. It's a box in a box. Open up! Open up!”

“All right!” Buggy opened another lid. “New gloves?”

“Yeah. Your old ones are worn out too, and I'm having a hard time sewing them up. Oh! There's another present in there.” You've been chewing on your finger waiting.

“You’re spoiling me, baby. Okay! What have we got here?” Buggy pulled out a braided leather bracelet in the shape of bones.

“I made it especially for you!” You took the bracelet in your hands and tied it on his hand. “And you see the ties here. Look, there's your Jolly Roger on the ends.”

“You made this for me?” Buggy rose his hand to have a closer look.

“Of course I made! You'll wear it and remember me all day long.” You kissed his temple. “Okay! I have another present, but it's in the kitchen.”

“Oh, no, Y/N. I don't want to get up. I don't want anything at all.” Buggy flopped down on the bed and covered himself with a blanket.

“But why, baby? It's your birthday!” You started stroking his body.

“So what?” Buggy mumbled from under the blanket. “I don't want anything. I want to lie like this all day. I'm a worthless clown. And this worthless clown wants to spend his birthday under the blanket. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Go away!”

“Oh, no! That's not gonna work! You put your pants on right now, and we're going to the kitchen. Where's my fun-loving, booze-swilling Buggy gone?” You lifted the blanket and looked at his displeased face.

“He's still in his 37s.” Buggy lowered the blanket. “If we don't have sex again, I'm going to sleep.”

“Get up!” You grabbed his legs and pulled him off the bed.

“What the fuck, pumpkin? What are you doing?!” Buggy fell to the floor with a crash. “Fuck, my back!”

“Put your pants on. We're going to the kitchen.”

Buggy rolled his eyes, growled, and reluctantly started to get dressed. He was grumbling the whole time. As he put on his pants, while he put on his socks and t-shirt. Buggy mumbled he didn't want anything and asked to be left alone. You pecked his cheek to cheer him up, took his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. You opened the door with a wide smile and... there was no one in the kitchen.

“Bunch of idiots!” You muttered under your breath

“Did you bring me to see an empty kitchen? I’m fucking impressed, Y/N. Wow!” Buggy clapped his hands.

“No! There was supposed to be a surprise!” You look around the room.

“You mean the surprise where the idiots jump up from the fucking tables and yell "surprise"?” Buggy placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah. I don't know where everybody went.” You glanced at him and was about to cry.

“Honey, they're still here.”

“Where?”

“I see Mohji's head ri-i-i-ght there.” Buggy pointed his finger at the table. “Watch and learn how to do it.” He blew his whistle and a sleepy crew came out from behind the tables.

“Are you kidding me? What the fuck, guys?” You clasped your hands.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Mohji rubbed his eyes. “We were waiting for you and fell asleep.”

“Assholes!” You stomped your foot. “You didn't have to do much. Wait a little while, jump up from the table and shout happy birthday! Is it too much I asked you?”

The team shrugged and scratched their heads in sync. “Oh, right! Happy birthday, our incomparable Captain Buggy! You are our sun, sea and stars. We wish you-- Well, all the best.”

You and Buggy were both squinting at that bad show.

“I can't, Y/N.” Mohji became nervous. “You and the Captain look at me with the same expression, I'm frightened.”

“Get outta here!” You said angrily, but nobody moved. “Are you kidding me, right?”

“Watch and learn again, pumpkin!” Buggy ruffled your hair. “Hey, you, fucking fat lazy sea rats. Let's all get out of here.” He barked at everyone and the whole crew quickly ran out of the kitchen.

“I'm sorry, please.” You looked at him with sad eyes. “That was supposed to be nice.”

“Forget it, as you said, they are bunch of idiots.” Buggy plopped down on the chair.

“But we're still celebrating your birthday, my love!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on his cheek.

“Can I go back to bed? I want to celebrate it there.” Buggy rolled his eyes.

“No! I've got a present for you. Fi-i-irst!! That's a beer!” You ran to the fridge and took his favorite beer. “Tw-o-o-o-o! It's this deliciousness.” You put a huge cake on the table. “Happy birthday, my favorite Captain! The most fearsome and fearless Captain of all the seas! The one who's going to be king of the pirates!” You noticed how Buggy looked at the cake in surprise. “What is it? You don't like it?”

“Are you kidding me?” Buggy twisted the plate in different directions. “It's a cake shaped like a pile of hot dogs! How did you sneak it in here?”

You blushed and giggled. “I didn’t sneak it! I've been baking it for two days. It's got sponge cake, cream and nuts inside. Just the way you like it.”

“Looks yummy! But can I go back to bed after cake?”

“Stop grumbling, Buggy!” You stroked his cheek. “We're celebrating your birthday! Today, you're resting and doing nothing.”

“That's why I want to go to bed, Y/N!” Buggy glanced at you. “To rest and to do nothing. But we can relax together, if you know what I mean.”

“I always know what you mean, baby.” You tapped him on the shoulders.

“Pumpkin, I wanna go to bed!”

“No!” You put some candles in the cake. “Here! Make a wish and blow out the candles.”

Buggy looked at you, rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine! I wish to be the king of the pirates, I wish that little boy and his hat out of my life. I wish to sail the seas till I'm old.”

“Hey!” You put your hands on the table and placed your chin on the palms. “Where am I on that wish list?”

“All right! I wish to be the king of the pirates, I wish that little boy and his hat out of my life. I wish to sail the seas till I'm old with Y/N. Is that okay?” Buggy blew out the candles and you clapped happily.

“Yes! Try it!” You put the fork in Buggy’s hands, he carefully broke off a piece with the fork and put the cake in his mouth. A small smile appeared on his face and he broke off another piece. “Like it?”

“Very tasty, Y/N! No one had baked me cakes before.” He took your hand and pulled you onto his lap. “Can the old loser go to bed now?”

“You’re not old. And not a loser.” You ate a piece of cake from Buggy’s fork.

“C'mon!” He took another piece of cake. “This fucking kid and his red-haired friend are probably already worth a million of money, and I can’t even add a couple of hundreds to my wanted poster.”

“What are you talking about?” You took a sip of his beer. “The marines are already giving you much more money for your head than when we met. And I'm sure they will give even more soon. Because you’re amazing!” You kissed him on his cheek. “Oh! You know, I know how to cheer you up!”

“Are we going to bed?” Buggy took a sip and ate another piece of cake.

“No, you fool. Grab the cake, the booze and let's go.”

Buggy shrugged, took everything with him, and you dragged him into the ship's large storage room. Inside, everything was littered with barrels, hay and bags, but thanks to the large windows, the room was not dark.

“Put everything on this barrel!” You looked at Buggy, who was taking a bite of the cake without a fork. “Seriously? You just eat like a pig.”

“I'm a pirate, I don't know about manners. And your cake is delicious.” He walked closer to you and put his hand on your waist. “Nuts. Tasty!”

“You're covered in cake, my Buggy the Clown.” You wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Wait here! I’ll be back.” You ran away somewhere for a minute and quickly came back. Buggy continued to eat the cake with his hands and sip his beer. “Look what I’ve got!” You handed the leaflets into his hands.

“If this is such a fucking twisted way to humiliate me, then you got it, pumpkin. Why did you bring them here?” Buggy was shaking posters of Luffy and Shanks in his hand.

“We're going to have fun now! These two assholes hurt my boyfriend. We're going to hurt them now.” You pecked him on the cheek, grabbed the posters and pinned them to the board. "We'll throw darts at them and tell why we hate them."

“Are you okay in your head?” Buggy chuckled.

“Completely. I won't let anyone hurt my baby.”

“And exactly for this, I love you so much, Y/N!” Buggy stood up, groaning, and came closer to you. “I'm the first to throw at their posters.”

“It is your birthday today.” You gave him another peck on the cheek and ran to drink a beer. “And let’s start our private party!!”

“Okay. I hate you, the guy in the hat and that red-haired guy because you're always fucking positive!” Buggy threw a dart and hit Luffy in the hat. “Fuck, yes!”

“Woohoo!!!” You happily picked up the bottle and kicked your legs. “Let's take one more shot!”

“Okay! I hate you for stealing my map!” Buggy threw the dart again and hit Luffy in the nose. “Take it, asshole!”

“Oh, Buggy! Can I try to kick them?!” He beckoned you with his hand and placed the dart in your palm. “I’m about to throw it at the redhead. I hate you for hurting my Captain!” You threw a dart at Shanks' poster and hit him in the forehead. “Yes, fuck!” You high-fived Buggy with both hands.

“Now it's me again! I hate that you tricked me with the fucking map when we were in Marineford.” Buggy threw a dart.

“Yes! Red-haired asshole!” You took a sip of beer. “Me now!!” You took the dart. “I hate you, hat boy, that you're the reason Buggy ended up in jail.”

Buggy cleared his throat. “Baby, technically…”

“Doesn't matter! It's his fault anyway!” You threw the dart and hit Luffy in his neck. “I won't even apologize.” You placed the dart in Buggy's hand. “Your turn.”

“Because of you I was struck by fucking lightning!” He hit in Luffy's forehead. “Yeah! I’m still good!”

“Of course, you're! Can I throw it again?” Buggy took your hand, gave you the dart and kissed you on the top of your head.

You rubbed the dart with your palms. “Oh! I know! You are both so correct and honest. Look at us from your posters. Well, like real gentlemen. I hate gentlemen!” You threw a dart and hit Shanks in the eye. “Yes!”

“This is my girl!” Buggy hugged you and kissed your head again. “Thank you!”

“Are you feeling better now?” You hugged him around his waist.

“Oh, definitely!”

“I propose to continue our “I hate you” sheet!” You looked into his eyes.

“I don't mind. But first…” Buggy pulled you closer and kissed you on the lips.

“What are you doing?” You moved your head a little. “Somebody might come here!”

“And? Fuck it. It's my birthday today and I want another gift! This game has me a little turned on.” Buggy threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the hay. “We've never done this in the hay before, right? Let’s try!”

“BUGGY!!!! Let me go!” You started kicking your legs.

“I can not hear you, Y/N!! I’m an old, deaf clown.”

“Damn you, Buggy. Okay. Let's try it in the hay. Happy birthday, jerk!”

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fertilize-my-eggs · 4 months ago

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Sex and candy

(oneshot) pair: tomura shigaraki x fem reader smut, no quirk + modern au. Happy Halloween everyone, hope y'all enjoy this story 😄. A03

“ What should I dress for this Halloween tomura? ” I tilt my head towards the blue haired man with the black hoodie while he was playing his switch.

“ since toga invited us to come to her party.. ” I look at the princess outfits then the leopard print outfit as I show them to him.

“ switch one do you think looks nice to wear? ” he slowly raises his eyes up as he starts to blush as he looks away.

“ well??? ”

“....”

“ leopard print. ”

“ huh? Do you think so?? But it looks… ” I looked down at it, it was full body and skin tight as I started to blush. My roommate wants me to dress like this, I mean I did ask him.

We are both single and I haven't found a boyfriend… I tilt my head as I think.

“ Look, you'll look fine in it… I'll dress up as a reaper or uh… something video game character like chief or Mario. ”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “ … But we could dress up as peach and Mario though. ” he quickly shook his head as he began to blush more.

I puff my cheek as he let out an annoyed groan as he shoveled the leopard print towards me.

“ forget what I say, you'll dress this while I dress as the reaper ok? ” I've never seen him so jumpy and quickly grab the items as we got to the register.

Tomura shigaraki has always been so closed minded, busy with video games and would avoid me when I move in with him as his roommate. The first time I moved in, he was shy and quiet.

But now he would blush whenever he sees me and clearly moves to a different room when I walk in. He's such a strange guy but I'll have to learn to accept his weirdness as his roommate.

I sigh softly as we head home, he quick with his steps like he wants to leave me in the dust.

“ Hey Tomura, slow down!! The party hasn't started yet. ” I caught up to him as we were heading inside our house.

I hear the door slam shut as I sigh heavily. Maybe he's in a sour mood but I can't do anything about it, he's probably stressed or nervous.

I need to get into the shower quickly. I checked the time on the clock as it was one hour for the party.

We could get here early and get the drinks.

Yeah that sounds like a good plan. Maybe shigaraki will let loose and get comfortable with me.

I head into the bathroom as I get clean for the party, I scrub my body parts, face and make sure I smell like soap from head to toe.

Once I finished cleaning, I got out and got into the outfit.. I knew it, it was difficult to get it on.

So I called tomura for help.

Tomura opened the door as he had a shocked facial expression as I say.

“ Hey dude, can you please help me with the zipper, it's difficult to pull. ” He didn't say anything, he approached me as he was being careful to pull the zipper up.

I could have sworn I saw his nose bleeding, I was gonna ask him if he was okay but he shoved me outside as he began to take a shower.

Okay rude… I walk into my room, check in the mirror, I start to blush deep red.

I look… really good in it, I think that's probably why tomura was flustered, I think anyone wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of me.

The skin tight hugs the right curves of my body, I see the tail swinging side to side as I pull my phone out to take pictures.

I hear a loud thud sound nearby as I'm assuming it was just tomura being clumsy.

I sigh softly … should I check on him but I don't think it that bad… right?

I head towards the bathroom, the water is running but I hear some… groans?

I knocked on the door.” Hey Tomura, are you alright? ” Silence was my answer but I heard the running water as I shook my head.

It was probably nothing.

“ Hey girl, you made it already!! Let's have a blast with some booze for Halloween!! ” toga gave me a big hug as she dragged me into the kitchen, tomura followed behind us.

“ great costumes!! You're gonna kill it with all the cute boys in that outfit. ” I started to blush from her comment, I didn't notice that shigaraki had a different mood, I didn't notice.

“ tomura-kun, you look cool in that reaper outfit. ” I started to notice his body language just now. Why is he upset? He didn't answer back, he just nodded his head and clearly ignored her.

“ Well then here is the booze that my boyfriend izuku got us today. "It was a lot of good and expensive alcohol and some Halloween candies as well.

“ I need to drink.. ” I hear Tomura say as he grabs a whiskey, he begins to drink, I grab some candies and fruity cocktails that toga made for me.

It was bright green with some Halloween candies in it as I drank it. It was sweet but strong as I could taste the alcohol but it was more like pineapple.

The hours went on, people were crowded as I drank and ate candies until tomura grab my hand and dragged me into a random room.

“ what your problem dude, you been pissy and-.. ”

I blink a few times to feel something soft but rough skin press against my lips, I realized that he kissed me.

I'm being pushed up against the wall as we continue to kiss each other.

I grab and pull his hair as he growls low.

He gently pulls away as I want to pull him closer.

“ I really love you.. I was.. ” he pressed his forehead against mine as my drunk mind was processing that he was confessing his love.

“ I'm stupid for not asking you out sooner, you're one of the coolest girls I've met and I- ” he didn't finish his sentence as he continued to kiss me.

He pulls my hip closer to him as he begins to grind his hard cock, I can feel it warm and against my tight outfit.

“ The outfit is driving me insane, I don't want anyone having you. ” he growls as he bites my neck, I whine out feeling myself getting wet by him and his low raspy voice.

“ you're mine, no one can have you, you hear me. ” I couldn't speak as I nodded my head, he was satisfied with it.

Suddenly I gasp as I feel a cold mental against the tights as I look down to see a knife, he holding a knife. I would be scared by this but since I'm heavily drunk, this is such a turn on.

He dragged it slowly and pressed it lightly.

“ your time is up little kitty~ what you gotta say? ” Is he role playing in character? This sounds fun as I play in character as well.

“ purrr~. Take me as yours mr. reaper, fuck me! ” His bright red eyes dilate fast as he licks his lips as he chuckles a bit loud.

“ game over. ”

He doesn't waste time as he pulls me up and towards the bed as I giggle, he throws me onto the bed as I gasp.

He used the knife to cut the fabric as I watched him rip the outfit.

I would be pissed off by this but I can finally relax from this outfit. The only problem is we are going to have sex in my best friend’s house and I don't have extra clothes for the morning.. maybe toga will give me some clothes.

I don't have time to think as I feel a warm wet object on my skin as I moan out, I look down to see Shigaraki licking my skin as he quickly pulls out an item.

It was a candy bar as he ripped it open and put it on my skin. I moaned loudly as I watched him chew the candy bar.

He licked it clean as he cut the underwear and decided to put it into his pocket.

“ Wait, it's not fair that I'm naked.. I want to see you reaper~ ” he was hesitant and removed the clothes one by one.

He has a slim body but I couldn't help but stare at him, he looks beautiful like this.

I noticed he was… nervous, why?

“ are you ok-”

I moan loudly as I feel him nipping on my thighs slowly moving towards my core.

I close my eyes shut, I felt a tap on my legs as I open wide to get a look, it… a lot, his burning red eyes staring at me as he has smirk on his face as he licked my clit.

“ eyes on me wild kat~ ” I felt his tongue lick my entrance as I gasp and moan in pleasure.

This feels amazing jesus christ!

I can feel some other item as I hear chewing and loud slurping.

“ ahh tomura~? ” I moan loudly as I raise up to get a better look, I realized he's eating another candy bar while giving me oral.. this is insane.

He pulls away as he smiles at me.” what? Never done this before kitty cat.. ” he licks his lips as I look away from him.

“..... no. It feels interesting. ” he tilted his head as he chuckled.

“ aww you're a cute baby, I'll give it to you every day if you want. "Huh? Before I had any time to speak, he dragged my legs towards him as he began to suck and lick harder than ever.

Holy shit!!! I-I’m gonna..

No warning, I cum onto his face as he drinks it up as he groan against my cunt.

“ taste better than the candy.. so sweet and tasty. ” I heard him chuckle as he pressed kisses on my lower lips as he moved away.

“ but I want to try the main storyline~ ” I tilt my head confused by it as I gasp out loud, he turns me onto my belly as I feel his hand on my hips.

I felt his tip rub my clit as I felt it hot and slowly moved to my hole as he leaned in.

“ Happy Halloween my player two~ ” I rolled my eyes back as I felt him press kiss onto my neck and felt his cock slide inside of me.

My Hymen breaks by his size and it feels like I'm breaking in two. It starts off very slow and tender.

He growled softly as he slowly built as I reached higher and higher to orgasm.

The loud cries and groans echo in the room as I grips the sheet.

His slim hip slam against my ass, each thrust feels like my lung is coming out any minute, I arch my back calling his name as I reach my high.

I began to shake as he wouldn't stop his thrusts, his cock inside of me felt so good.

I lay my head on the pillow as I watch him from below.

He looks gorgeous like this, tongue out, sweat running down his face, his hands gripping my cheeks tight as I see him roll his eyes back.

“ shit-... I'm.. I-.. ” I hear him yell my name loudly as I feel the hot liquid fill my womb up as I throw my butt against him, I want more.

I don't want this to stop as I smile at him, the room smells of sex, booze and candy.

“ tomura~ ahh I want more.”

He rise his brow towards me as he begins to smirk.

“ Do you want more? ”

“ y-yeah..”

I felt his fingers on my neck as he pulled me closer towards him.

No warning, he pulled fully out that cost a gush sound only for me to whine loudly as he slammed inside of me.

The bed begins to shake, I roll my eyes back, I couldn't think straight only him and his fat cock.

“ please, oh fuck!! ”

“ please what? Use your words kitty. Wild leopard can’t handle this dick? ” He was too cocky for this, I want to make a smart ass remark but his tip is hitting my cervix, I felt another coming soon.

“ please fuck me harder TOMURA OH FUCK ME!! ” I cry louder as I feel his ball slapping against my clit as my saliva runs down my chin.

I start to gag as Tomura slide his fingers into my mouth as he whispers.

“ not so loud beautiful, I don't want anyone hearing your beauty while I'm fucking you this good. "It triggered me as my second orgasm came crashing down on me like a lightning bolt.

My whole body shaking uncontrollably, I feel the sheet getting soaked by my juice as I gag on shigaraki’s fingers calling his name in prayer.

I collabs on the sheet, if tomura wasn't holding my hips, I would be fully laying here but he show no mercy on me.

I felt his hands gripping and slapping my cheek until it was a nice shade of red.

I hear him groan my name as I feel him pressed against me and whispers sweet nothing into my ear.

The warmth in my belly felt nice as he lay on top of me not removing away.

His thick cock stays still as I feel my eyes heavily as I look at him.

“ Happy Halloween tomura. ” his voice became more raspy and rough as he chuckled.

“ Happy Halloween baby.. rest for a bit because I can't keep my love inside any longer, I need to… feel you. ” I begin to blush as he kisses my lips, I sigh into the kiss as he removes away.

“ I can get used to this…. That was intense. ”

“ it'll be more of that player two~ let's cuddle and rest for a minute.. I think we both need some water and towels. ”

We both have good laughs as we begin to cuddle and feel like this is the best Halloween ever.

#shigaraki tomura #x reader #smut #fanfic #minors dni #mha #bnha #anime #yandere tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #yandere shigaraki x reader smut #happy Halloween

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shunshunrika · 2 years ago

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Rin Itoshi stares at you during the party as rainbow hues of LED light up your face in fractals. You stare back, doe-eyed, unsure of why you're being looked at with such intensity.

You know him as the guy who is usually aloof and barely gives anyone the time of the day. He's beautiful af, everyone wants him. He knows that they want him. But if won't bat his long underlashes at them. Yet, he sits, slumped back into the couch, surrounded by a bunch of rowdy boys, sipping intently on his can of beer while looking directly at you.

You decide you need to ignore him and focus on the party and the music and the booze, but Rin is smarter than that and even more stubborn. He makes his way to you, one conversation at a time. He has spoken gibberish gossip to 3 people beside you until he finally gets to you and traps you into a talk. Surprisingly, he seems like a good conversationalist.

It isn't until you are deep into some topic that you realize that the party has moved on without you and now you are alone with Rin in the house, with a few passed out drunkards.

"Let's get out of here." he says, grabbing your hand and ushering you towards the door. He nimbly takes your hand and looks at you yet again.

"Is it just me or your name is really pretty, Y/N." he says, his eyes getting glassy.

"How do you know my name?" you ask, your voice rising in panic. He quickly shuts his ears with his hands and after seeing you gawk, smirks at you.

"I'm kidding." He says, raising his hand to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"I could really kiss you right now."

"U-uhm?" you hesitate but his hands are already around your waist, snaking up your back.

"Will you let me?" There he goes with his killer gaze again. You can only reply with a really embarrassed face. "O-okay."

He swoops down on you like a starved man. His hands coming closer to grab your neck and tilt your face to give him better access. You let your hands wander and find purchase in his silky hair as you deepen the sultry kiss. The two of you sweat in the humid weather as you can hear crickets fill in the silence of midnight, other than all the sloppy smooching noises the two of you are making. You can taste the beer on his tongue and wonder if he can taste your cherry lipbalm.

You soon hear footsteps and a familiar voice call out to you.

"Oi, Oi, Oi. I'll film this and put it on xxxvideos." It's Shidou who has caught you.

You finally separate after what feels like minutes and try to catch your breaths. Rin and you stare at each other, dumfounded for a minute before breaking out into laughter.

a/n: kind of a self insert drabble because this happened to me in real life lol. minus the kissing part because hahaha I can't, i ran away when I felt the sexual tension build up and he was staring too hard. But damn was that guy just like Rin - bitch exterior, warm interior. I keep seeing him every now and then, here and there, he's pretty.

#blue lock #bllk #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #x reader #x you #x y/n #smut #fluff #angst #drabble #imagines #headcanons #scenarios #fanfiction #fanart #anime #manga #shidou ryusei #ryusei shidou

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bm571158 · 3 months ago

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Free Now LN4 (Part 15)

The sun was just starting to come up as Lando knocked on the front door at Flo's house, still in the same clothes he'd gone to the club in Ibiza in the night before. Someone was awake at least, he could see the kitchen light was on.

It took a second quiet knock a minute later before the door opened, revealing his sister looking incredibly confused.

"Lando?" Flo frowned, mug of coffee in hand and looking like she'd only just got out of bed. "What are you doing here?"

"I uh..." he came up empty on how to explain that a few hours ago he'd been in a club in Ibiza and now he was standing on her doorstep. Thankfully, his sister did at least move to the side to let him in, although she was looking at him like she was trying to work out if he'd completely lost the plot.

"Jesus you stink of booze." Flo turned her nose up at the smell as he walked past her. "Where did you come from? You didn't drive here did you?" She looked around at the empty driveway, relieved not to spot a car that he could have driven in at least.

"No." He shook his head. "Got a taxi from the airport."

The taxi driver had recognised him instantly, and had been apparently unable to recognise that Lando was entirely uninterested in the conversation he was trying to have with him about every mistake he'd make the previous season and how it had cost him the drivers championship. At one point Lando had been about ready to tell him to just drop him off so he could walk the rest of the way. It would be preferable to having to listen to any more of it.

As she shut the front door behind her Flo waved at him to follow her through to the kitchen, pouring another mug of coffee and handing it to him.

"Thanks." Lando mumbled, taking the mug from her. The exhaustion was really starting to catch up with him now. He probably hadn't slept for more than a few hours all week, although not for a lack of trying, and he was suddenly dead on his feet.

"I know you're probably going to tell me to shut up, but are you sure you're okay?" Flo asked quietly. "Because whatever it is, you can tell me and I promise I won't tell mum. We're all just worried about you."

She looked at him expectantly, wondering if he realised what a mess he actually looked. His eyes were red and bloodshot, ringed by dark circles. He looked like he might fall asleep as he stood there leaning against her kitchen counter, hugging his steaming mug of coffee.

"No." He answered so quietly Flo was wondering if she had actually heard him right. "I don't think I am."

The answer threw Flo off, he could see the wide eyed look on her face as she searched for the words to say. Then before he could register what was happening, she'd put her coffee down on the counter and engulfed him in a hug.

"God you stink." She laughed, but she didn't let go of him. "I know I take the piss and moan all the time, but really you can tell me these things. Mum and Dad have been so worried about you." She sighed as she eventually released him.

"I'm sorry?" Lando offered.

"I don't need you to say sorry, just stop hiding from us all." Flo shook her head at him. She glanced at her watch quickly. "I've gotta go, but we are going to finish this conversation later. Lottie's upstairs, I assume she's the real reason that you're here."

"I uh..." Lando could feel himself blushing as Flo gave him a knowing look, downing the rest of her coffee and putting the mug in the sink.

"We're going to talk about that later as well." Flo told him firmly. "I'll be back about five ish. Don't run away before then."

"Don't tell mum and dad I'm here?" Lando bargained.

"Yeah, yeah... okay." Flo agreed, already heading for the door. "As long as you promise not to do a runner."

"Promise." Lando agreed. "See you later."

"See you later." Flo called.

He waited a second, the sound of the door opening and closing and her car starting, then he was left stood alone in his sisters kitchen. He stood there for a moment, finishing his coffee, and trying to decide what to do.

He considered it for a moment, then put the mug in the sink beside Flo's, and made his way up the stairs to find Lottie. It was still dark upstairs, and he cracked the door to the spare bedroom open to find Lottie still fast asleep. He stood there for a moment, then decided he'd go and take a shower first, hoping she might be awake by the time he was done.

He made his way down the hallway to the bathroom, quickly rinsing himself off and changing into a spare pair of shorts out of his bag. Then he headed back down the hall to find Lottie.

She was still asleep, and after a moments hesitation, his exhaustion won out and he just crawled into bed beside her, wondering if he might finally be able to grab a couple of hours of much needed sleep.

Despite the fact he'd tried to climb into bed without disturbing her, she shifted slightly, turning towards him and blinked at him sleepily as he settled onto the pillow beside her.

"Lando?" She mumbled, blinking again as she tried to work out if he was really there or her eyes were deceiving her.

"Go back to sleep." He whispered. "It's really early still."

"Okay." She yawned, eyes already dropping closed again. Before Lando could move to try and get himself comfortable she'd rolled over, head dropping onto his shoulder and arm draping across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, his cheek coming to rest against the top of her head as he closed his eyes.

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It was hours later that Lando woke, incredibly disoriented, to find Lottie looking at him with an amused look.

"Hello?" She laughed quietly.

"Hi." He yawned, arms tightening around her as he stretched.

"You're here." Lottie looked at him in confusion, as though even though her head was rested on his shoulder she couldn't quite believe that he was actually there.

"I told you I'd be here." He pointed out.

"You did, but..." Lottie trailed off, not really sure what she was going to say. She hadn't been expecting him to actually show up. She'd assumed it was just rubbish he was spouting on the phone because he was drunk and upset. Not that he was quite literally going to go and immediately get on a plane over there to see her.

"But what?" He asked.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I wasn't actually expecting to wake up and you be here."

"I was tired, sorry." Lando yawned. "What time is it anyway?"

"Lunchtime." Lottie laughed, her stomach growling as if to prove her point. "You looked so tired, I didn't want to wake you up."

"Yeah, I haven't been sleeping very well." Lando confessed. "I needed that."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you could do with a bit more sleep than that couple of hours." Lottie said softly, her hand reaching up to brush his curls off his forehead.

"I feel like that too." He yawned. "But from the sound of your stomach, we need to feed you first. I can sleep later."

"Okay." Lottie nodded. "Then what?" She suddenly remembered promising to go to Monaco with him.

"Flo made me promise I wouldn't leave again before she got home." Lando explained. "So we'll hang out here for the day, and then I can sort us a flight out to Monaco tomorrow if you still want to go for a bit?"

"Okay." Lottie nodded. "But first, food." She laughed as her stomach growled again.

"Food." Lando agreed, his own stomach rumbling. He hadn't even eaten any dinner before they'd gone out in Ibiza the night before, and as he laid there he was struggling to remember if he'd had any lunch or breakfast. No wonder he was so hungry.

"You'll be lucky if there's any food in the fridge." Lottie warned him. "Your sister keeps saying she's going to go food shopping and then running out of time."

"I'll see what I can find." Lando laughed, sitting up as Lottie rolled away from him to get out of bed. "Are you alright, do you need some help?" He asked, watching as she sat herself up, legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

"I can do it, just give me a minute." Lottie shook her head.

"Okay." Lando agreed quietly, climbing out of the other side of the bed. He kept an eye on her as she picked up her crutches, slowly standing up before she took a couple of tentative steps forward.

"You're getting so much better at that." He smiled, watching her as she slowly headed for the bedroom door.

"Oh come on, it's hardly a miracle." Lottie rolled her eyes at him.

"It's a lot better than last time I saw you." Lando pointed out. It seemed impossible that it had only been a few short weeks ago that he'd last seen her in the hospital, the way she'd struggled to even get out of bed and into the wheelchair. The fact that she was now stood in front of him on her own two feet seemed something of a miracle to him, even if Lottie perhaps didn't feel that way.

The noise Lottie made as he held the door open for her to go past him suggested that she wasn't in agreement with his assessment that she was doing loads better, but it still made him happy to see. He watched carefully as she made her way down the stairs, and despite what she said and that she might not feel it, she was definitely quicker and steadier on her feet.

"Right then, let's go and see what we can find in Flo's kitchen." Lando declared as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "I'd say we just go out and get some food but I haven't got a car to take you anywhere."

"How did you get here?" Lottie asked curiously.

"Went back and picked my stuff up when I got off the phone to you, went straight to the airport and got on the plane and then took a taxi to get here."

Lando shrugged, as though it was absolutely nothing. "I thought about hiring a car but we had so many shots in the club last night I thought I'd better not. Don't need to get caught driving over the limit on top of everything else."

"Probably a sensible decision." Lottie agreed, following him through to the kitchen. She watched on in amusement as Lando started opening what seemed like every single cupboard in the kitchen as he tried to work out what they could eat.

As he moved around he picked up his phone that he'd left charging on the side, seeing a dozen missed calls from his friends, and suddenly realised he had never told them where he was going. He picked the phone up, dialling Max's number and putting it on speaker phone.

"Where the bloody hell are you?!" Max snapped, picking up the call on the first ring. "You just disappeared and then we came back and all your stuff was gone?! That girl you brought with you, what's her name... Lucia? She's pretty pissed off as well let me tell you!"

"I'm at Flo's. Sorry." Lando told him.

"You're... what?" The confusion was audible in Max's voice. "You left in the middle of the night and got on a plane to go back to the UK?"

"Yes." Lando nodded, opening another cupboard as he continued to listen to Max and finally finding a loaf of bread. Lottie gave him a thumbs up as he turned to her, the silent question of whether she wanted some.

"Is everything okay? Your mum and Dad okay? Why would you-"

"Everything's fine, Max." Lando cut his friend off. "Everyone's fine, I just realised that Ibiza really wasn't where I wanted to be. I should've said I was going, I'm sorry. I didn't think."

Max was quiet for a minute. "Are you sure you're alright, mate?" He asked. It was the first time he'd outright asked the question, even if he had spent the entire time they'd been in Ibiza trying to indirectly work out what was going on.

"It's all good, mate, really." Lando reassured him. "I've gotta go. I'll catch up with you later?"

"Okay." Max agreed, still sounding confused. "Call me later?"

"Yeah, alright. Tell the others I said I'm sorry?"

"I will." Max agreed.

Lando ended the call, dropping the slices of bread into the toaster and putting the kettle on before he turned back to Lottie who was giving him an incredibly disapproving look.

"You disappeared out of a club in the middle of the night, didn't tell your friends that you were going, then packed your bags and fled the country and didn't think that maybe.... Just maybe... you ought to at least drop them a text to tell them where you were going and that you were still alive?" She asked incredulously.

"You know, when you put it like that you make it sound a lot worse than it really was." Lando laughed quietly. "Max should be used to it by now. I've done a lot worse believe me."

"We'll talk about that another time." Lottie rolled her eyes at him. "Could you not have just waited and come over here this morning like a normal person?"

"I could have." Lando nodded. "But I didn't. I wanted to be here." He didn't say it, but there was the underlying implication that they both knew was there- he wanted to be with her.

"What were you doing in Ibiza anyway?" Lottie asked curiously.

"I uh..." he paused to pour the water in to the coffee, considering his words for a moment. "I thought it might make me feel better. Getting out of the house, that it wouldn't give me time to sit and think."

"But?" Lottie prompted.

"But it didn't work." He admitted. "I still felt exactly the same, just I was drunk and in Ibiza instead."

Lottie was quiet for a moment, wondering if she was going to push her luck too far if she asked any more questions. "What are you worrying about?" She asked softly, hand lingering on his as he passed her the coffee that he'd made her.

"That I'm going fuck it up and let everyone down like I did last year." He answered without hesitation. The honesty took them both by surprise. It was the first time he'd actually admitted out loud what it was that was bothering him.

"You did a great job in Miami." Lottie pointed out. "You did a great job the whole of last year too, I know you don't want to hear it but it's the truth. You didn't let anyone down. The fact that there was even a chance that you could've won that championship, no matter how slight it was, that was an achievement in itself."

"I felt better before Miami." Lando sighed, turning away from her to spread some butter on the toast. "I know it sounds really stupid, but it was easier before I won. Now I've won one race, people will expect me to do it again. They're already saying that it'll go right to the end of the season this year, that I'll be fighting for the title again. It was bad enough the end of last year. I don't know I can survive a whole season of that kind of pressure."

"One step at a time." Lottie suggested. "We're all here, whatever you need. I'll come with you, if it'll make you feel better."

"Really?" Lando asked, turning back to look at her to try and work out if she had actually meant what she just said.

Lottie nodded. "I could probably just about do it now I'm a bit steadier on my feet."

The relief of Lando's face was visible, his shoulders relaxing and the hint of a smile finally returning to his face. He wasn't sure what it was about the thought of having her there, but it just made him feel so much better. She always seemed to know just the right thing to say.

"I'd really like that." He smiled.

"Then I'll be there." Lottie agreed.

#angst with a happy ending #f1 fic #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris #f1 fanfic #romance #angst #recovery #fanfic

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corvidcrossbow · 10 months ago

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Every time I listen to Hazey by Glass Animals I just think of young Daryl like hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuu (I've been a Glass Animals fan for so many years and it's eating at me)

I imagine the verses would be a back forth between Daryl and his parents, and then you.

C/W: Mentions of abuse, alcoholism, smoking, parental death, Daryl's trauma

Your baby's falling, you know I'm talking now

You know I'm dancing, you know I'm racing 'round

No no you're so juiced, you said you'd kick the booze

You know I'll get bruised, you know that I'm just a boy

First verse would be a young him towards his father, his dad once saying he'd be sober - but of course that was broken following his mothers death, and it never held much truth or promise to begin with.

Daryl was just a little kid (I say 8 or so), and would try to use that as leverage, crying and pleading when his fathers abuse first started to really pick up. He'd always tell him to shut up and stop crying, which is where Daryl's tendencies to be closed off and hide emotions were cemented into his psyche - to 'take it like a man'. He'd hear it from Merle too under other contexts, who'd picked it up from their dad - but also bullies, teachers or most anyone else, that's just how it is growing up in the rural south.

Daryl never got to be a boy, he had to be a man.

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Don’t you drain those big blue eyes

I’ve been crawling

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Just you say the reason why

I can calm you

The chorus would be how Daryl would imagine his mom. He'd sit alone in the woods, or lay in bed in the dark, and try to hear the sound of his mothers voice - her comforting tone, arms reaching out as he'd run to her, feeling like he was crawling to her, and she'd hold him tight. She'd wipe the tears from his glassy big blue eyes. 'Wha's wrong sweetheart? Why're you cryin'? You can tell me. Shhh, shhhh... I'm here baby.'

He so badly wanted her back. To tell her everything, for her to save him from his father. Maybe she wasn't the best mother in the world, there'd been issues. But she was his mom. 'Pleas', momma... com' back...'

You say I’m bawling, I say I’m begging while

You take my photo, I fake my breaking smile

I’m fucking loco, I can’t get through to you

You turn your nose you, spark up and I can go

And again with the crying, Daryl's father would just say he was being 'a wimp' or 'a pussy'. Daryl had to learn how to mask everything, to act like it was all okay. Whether at school, in public, with friends, other family, or when Merle would come around - he needed to pretend what was happening wasn't happening. Maybe even then he could believe it too, that it wasn't real.

But as he aged, it ate away at him, drove. him. crazy. He knew the truth, that it did happen. It was real. And the scars that covered his back proved it. That's what led to his outbursts, how he'd get snippy and snappy with people. He could only keep his emotions buried for so long before they'd start to burst.

And it'd land him in trouble. Snarky mumbles towards a teacher when a test would be returned, and it was straight to detention. Giving someone the wrong look, then responding in the wrong way, and he'd find himself on the ground surrounded by kids a bit older and larger than him, kicking him before spitting at the ground beside him and leaving him there.

He was always more cautious around his dad, knowing he'd be a harsher outcome than any other - but there were still times where his father felt he was 'givin' 'im attitude 'n he needs tah check 'imself', even though Daryl was treading lightly.

Any time his father wasn't beating him, he was always drunk, or smoking. He gave up a long time ago with trying to reason with him, get through. He learned to rely on himself, and solely himself. Daryl would go out alone - and that time he was lost in the forest - and his dad was too engrossed in substances to realize, or care. He himself was all he really had, so he shut everyone else out. At least for a long time.

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Don’t you drain those big blue eyes

I’ve been crawling

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Just you say the reason why

I can calm you

And as the chorus would repeat, it'd be you. Daryl would distance himself, or even disappear. Isolating, shutting away what was left of a nearly nonexistent world.

Now you were the one begging. Going to find him and begging him to come back. For him to let you into his world, let you be there for him. Calm him, be what he needs.

And as you seemed to be metaphorically crawling after him, he finally let you in. Despite how many years had gone by, his eyes were still big, still blue, and glassy again.

Your words and actions would mirror what he pictured his mom doing. Holding him and rocking him, whispering against his head 'Shhh... it's okay, I'm here. Talk to me, angel. What's wrong?'

#daryl dixon #daryldixon #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon headcanon #daryl dixon imagine #norman reedus #twd daryl dixon #daryl drabbles #Spotify

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tmrwds · 2 years ago

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Translation to 19.07. Eura gig stream under cut (10mins)

Banter starting from 01:40

You guy there, were you going skiiing? You have the glasses on your head, or did i see wrong? You're a good-looking crowd. (girl screaming JEREEE) what do you want? I'll give attention to you too. It's like a fucking kindergarten. Pikku Silja is there like (raises his arms) Are there underage ppl here? Hopefully not. You came with your dad's ID? Did it truly work?

You're wearing a Käärijä shirt, lovely. It's like kindergarteners, "look I have a new Gogo figurine" I don't even know what's a gogo-- Have you been eating sausage? The stall, full of sausage. How much is 3x3, sign it for me. How much is it? That doesn't make sense. I'm not going to become a teacher.

Hey, people on the back. Is there a reason you're over there and not on the front row? The man was like (nods) women. -- What do you have there? Your own [smuggled] drinks? No? Fuck, you drink a lot. Huh? For me? I don't drink. I'm an absolutist. Think about it, I've never touched that. Bess was performing today, right? Let's not tell her, but Bess was like "remember to drink water" no, just drink booze. At Käärijä's gig the rules are different, 2%/per mil at least when you're here. My show is so awful I don't want anyone to remember anything about it. Just kidding.

From 3:52 : I have this super fan here - am I allowed to tell? I will. You're not going to be offended? She has been on some 31 gigs this year. That's fucking sick, I don't understand why. But, she sent us an email, think about it, I have an email too, you don't- she sent that..what was it? That I shouldn't mock myself. Something like that. Think about it, how sympathetic. I'm mocking myself and she's like "don't do that! You're really a good, lovely person" I'm not! But I appreciate it, we talked this over with the band. Because of her, we've been going to therapy.

One thing that's fucking awesome about this place is that the internet isn't working. The guestion is, the TVs probably don't work either, so how the fuck did you watch Eurovision? How? Was there a shared TV? (points on the sky) "Oh, there's Käärijä". Do you guys even have phones?! Nokia 3510i, you look like you have that. Or do you? - You came from Tampere? You should've at least said you're from around here [Eura]. How many of you are from here? You know, one day- (dude shouts Urheilujätkä) Shut the fuck up. -when I have the money, I'll buy everyone who lives here a phone, I'll buy an internet here, some fucking tower right there. On the phone there will be apps, you can watch por-, Käärijä's instagram, it's an app too. -- Okay, let's continue, this thing doesn't make any sense.

Paidaton riehuja starts: How many will take off their shirt? -- (cute bit of the front row girls lol "It's coming off! For real? Yes, you're supposed to take it off! I didn't know that you have to take your shirt off!")

I'll do a little bit different speech because we have the superfan here. And sometimes I was like, I didn't compliment my own body. So do you know what I'll say now? Fuck, I'm in a good shape. Before the eurovision shit, I was like this (sucks belly in), but after eurovision when money started coming in… But the saddest thing is, I've drank all the money and I got nothing but the belly left. But at least I got some memory. Let's go.

After paidaton riehuja: Think about it, for the first time I saw boobs. I won't say if it was a man or woman's boobs, but I saw them anyway. And they were great!

#käärijä #videos #my translations

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