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eu parliament elections are going so horribly jesus fucking christ kill me now

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Good Luck

Chapter # 2 Welcome to the Mansion

Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

I made this a bit ago so have mercy :,)

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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (You are Here), Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

The only thing I like about rich people is their money. - Nancy Astor

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"Welcome back Master Bruce. Oh? I see you brought a guest with you."

Bruce and Y/n arrived at the mansion, the air around them a little lighter with Alfred there. Y/n takes a quick look around, admiring the large building.

"Alfred, can you call Richard and tell him I need to see him tonight?" Bruce asks as he guides Y/n into the mansion. "I need to introduce them to our guests."

She follows Bruce, shooting Alfred a smile on her way in, and Alfred returns the smile with one of his own.

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Bruce takes Y/n over to the dining hall, where food was already prepared and set on the table. The food looked heavenly from the medium rare steak to the soft fluffy mashed potatoes.

There were already two boys sitting at the table, enjoying the meal prepared. A shorter boy with tan skin and black spiked hair who looked to be around Jon's age (17-18), and a taller boy with a paler complexion and flatter hair, looked like a young college student (20-21).

Damien and Tim.

Tim glances up, hearing familiar footsteps of his father, but does a double take when he sees Y/n walking alongside him.

"Bruce, why's Y/n here? Don't tell me you convinced Clark to allow her to become a Robin." Bruce looked over at Tim with a stern face, not finding what Tim said funny.

"No. She's here because she mysteriously lost her memories this morning." Both boys give Bruce looks of disbelief. "Clark believes that this memory loss is targeted." Bruce finished.

Tim looks at Y/n, curious. "Wait, you actually don't remember us?"

She shakes her head, "No, sorry." A silence hangs over everyone while Bruce and Y/n both take their seat.

The food was good, but the mood in the room ruined it. It was tense, and Y/n could feel eyes boring into her, what kind of relationship did she have with the Wayne family? Clark didn't seem to be fond of them, but they seemed to know her.

Did something happen between Clark and Bruce recently?

"Y/n," Bruce interrupts Y/n's internal thoughts. "Most of the rooms here are taken, so for the next month you'll be staying in Jason's old room."

...are you fucking serious.

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After a quick tour, Bruce had split off, allowing Y/n to continue by herself. She had wandered over the library and decided that some light reading would be a welcomed distraction.

Looking at a few shelves, Y/n spots ' The Great Gatsby ', a classic from where she comes from. Y/n gets on her toes, trying to reach it, but fails. Gods, she already misses being adult height.

"Need help kid?"

Y/n swirls around, looking to see who was talking to her. A much taller man with a brown leather jacket and black hair with a splotch of white in it stood behind her, his green eyes were piercing, so vibrant and... alive.

"Oh," Y/n muttered to herself. This must be Jason. He smiled and lowered himself to her level (The audacity) and smiled at Y/n.

"Something wrong Y/n? You look like you've spotted a ghost."

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Bruce runs his hands through his hair as he stares at the computer. He should have known this would happen.

Picking up a file, he looks through the blueprints inside of it. He doesn't have a lot of time, Clark was going to get suspicious soon, and if this is interrupted then they will lose everything.

"Please, forgive me Y/n. I swear I only do this to protect you."

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Chapter 3

[viiennie]

its my first time writing on tumblr and also my first time writing fluff pls b nice ):

content: streetracer!reader x obsessed!nervous!gojosatoru

- yuji and gojo almost die on a late night drive but thats okay because gojo thinks he just met the hottest woman in the world.

this is part one,,, probably??? idk

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

tw: car chase, curse words, small car accident, reader might be a little insane, GOJO IS A LITTLE AWKWARDS BUT ITS OKAY HES A CUTIE

“ne, sensei the car behind us is being weird…” itadori sweats, hands tight on the steering wheel as he winces at the way the lights from the suv car behind him reflect on the mirror.

gojo nods, “yeah, he’s being a real asshole.” he sighs, “it’s alright, the next left turns is ours. turn on your signal light.” he reassures his student, proud that he isnt panicking because of the blinding light and the close proximity between them.

yuji follows his teacher’s instructions, turning on his signal light and making his turn.

but he’s surprised when the car suddenly launches forward, accompanied by the sound of a loud thump from the back. “this dude is an ass!” he shouts, hitting the breaks as he stops on the side of the road behind the white lane. (thankfully not the sidewalk.)

“stay put first itadori, i’ll go–” before the blue eyes sorcerer could finish his sentence, they hear the car behind them accelerating away, followed by a loud shouting of, “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING ASSHAT!”

gojo watches as you speed after the drunkard in a nissan skyline gtr r34, the flutters of your turbo sending chills down his spine.

he chuckles, finding the situation absolutely bewildering before turning back to focus on his dearest student….who was gone from the driver’s seat????????

“gojo sensei, the exhaust fell out!” yuji calls out from outside, staring defeatedly at the chunk of metal on the green grass.

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the next day, you were at the police station, getting your speeding ticket settled.

all you wanted to do was be a good person and help out your fellow citizens. i mean, what else were you supposed to do when you had witnessed a hit and run?

“um…call the police? miss y/n you cant just get into a high speed chase, you have to let the us do our jobs sometimes.”

the officer scolds you, a stern look on her face as you lower your head in shame. you felt like a highschool student being reprimanded by your adviser all over again.

after the long lecture, you were finally free to go, and the moment you step out of the station, you bump into the chest of a person, almost tripping and falling down if it wasnt for the hands that caught you before you lost your balance.

“ah, im sorry. i wasnt—”

“were you the person who chased a drunk driver last night by chance?”

you look up to see a man seemingly in his 20s, pale white hair, and very very tinted shades. his ears a slightly tainted red as he patiently awaits a reply, watching as you regain your balance and straighten out your windbreaker jacket.

“yes, i was. is there a problem?” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, shifting your weight to one foot.

“i just wanted to say thank you.. it was my student and i that got hit.”

gojo satoru doesnt know why he’s being so polite. he doesnt know why he cant keep eye contact. he doesnt know why his heart is about to beat out of his chest, and he doesnt know why he decided to search the nearby police stations despite his busy schedule, hoping to maybe bump into you, and he did.

“oh..” you uncross your arms, having thought you were about to receive another scolding from a person that you maybe somehow wronged in the streets. “uhh, its no problem really.” you smile before walking past him. you were hungry and wanted to have a feast.

“i..” gojo satoru, for the first time in his life, panics, “let me treat you out for dinner!” its five pm, you probably havent had dinner right? otherwise it’d be embarassing if you refused his offer.

you stop in your tracks, wondering if your actions really meant that much to this stranger before shrugging. this was a free meal that you would never pass up on. “sure.”

so now, here you were, in the beautiful cafe, with beautiful food, and a very nervous gojo satoru in front of you.

god this is so embarrassing! gojo screams in his head. he was usually good with women. he usually always knew what to say to ease the mood. and he was always smooth with his words. so why are all the letters of the alphabet suddenly stuck in his throat? why cant he find the right sentences to form?

“so..i never learned your name?” you begin, picking up your spoon and fork. “my name is y/n l/n.”

he clears his throat, “gojo satoru.” his voice almost breaks, his shaking hand reaching for the straw of his drink to guide to his lips. whatdoisay?whatdoisay?whatdoisay?whatdoisay?WHATDOISAY??????

“gojo, you need to relax. im scared you’ll start crying.” you honestly admit, hand reaching out for his shaking ones, “i dont think you can even eat look how much you’re trembling.” you sigh, watching as he turns completely red, steam erupting from his head.

“o-oh im sorry..” he mumbles, almost whispers. absolutely frozen as he just stares at the way your hand wraps around his.

“okay look, lets get the food for takeout and i’ll show you something, alright?” you hum, not really minding since you had already eating enough to quell your hunger.

gojo swears it happened too fast. the waiter took too fast to give the bill and the takeout, you walked too fast to your car, and he walked too fast, sat too fast into the passengers seat.

hell, he doesnt even know how he ended up telling you he had no ride home when he, in fact, had his bmw waiting for him on the other side of the parking lot. “so where do you live?” you hum, starting your car and smiling at the sound of the motor coming to life.

gojo says his address, eyes focused on the way your hands grip the steering wheel, the way you seem to fit into your seat like a puzzle. he loves the way your car smells, he loves the way its customized to fit your tastes. and he loves the way you look when you begin driving.

you looked so content.

“you look so beautiful, angel.” he unknowingly mutters, loud enough for you to hear.

“why thank you.” you giggle, “finally calming those nerves down?” you assumes he just had some type of social anxiety that made him nervous around other people, so you were glad he got to relax in the safety of your car.

as you drive, the view of the sunset over the sea comes into view, the orange and yellow hues casting a glow over the city. you slow down, “you wanna stop and admire the view first?”

“yea, i would love to.”

you nod, parking into a nearby open parking lot, and turn off the engine of the car.

you cant help but notice the way gojo stares at you through his long eyelashes, blue eyes boring holes into your soul. this is the first time you actually got to see his eyes, the black shades no longer in the way of them.

you notice his eyes, yes, but you dont notice the way you’re slowly leaning closer towards him until you’re only inches away from his face.

this is wrong, you both think.

i have a mountain load of missions to finish, i shouldnt be here.

i barely know this guy, should i be doing this?

but did all that really matter? what if this was a risk worth taking?

gojo satoru forgets his fears, raising his hand to cup your cheek, pulling you in closer to finally meet your soft lips.

you swear you could almost hear fireworks going off the moment you kiss this stranger whos name is the only thing you know about him, oh, and you also knew that he was cute too. the way he furrowed his eyebrows as the kiss deepened, the way his cheeks turned so red that you wondered if he would start overheating, the way his thumb on your cheek caressed your skin, it was all so adorable.

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Synopsis: little one shot based off of this ask, so idc to make this fancy: you and Toji smoke a lot of weed and fuck. enjoy💋

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x you.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, stoner! Toji, stoner! reader, having sex while high, big dick! Toji, rough sex, suggestiveness, cursing, breeding, dick suckin/pussy eatin, just filthy, unashamed Toji smut. I love that man.

Word Count: 5.6k-ish

Notes: ily and anon was the smartest for this idea. sorry if this is lame but being the stoner I am I couldn’t resist. I’m also bad at endings but it’s fine you’re the best byeeeee😈🥹🫶

You have all of thirty minutes to get ready for the party. Your mascara is dried out, hair totally untouched, and you still couldn’t decide on what outfit to wear.

You weren’t too concerned, but you want to look presentable. It was some random block party, but it was 4/20, so the theme was ‘Mary Jane’ of course. And if you were going to do anything, it’d be dressing appropriately for the occasion. You also know that every time you get high you love taking pictures of yourself and your friends, and you always felt a little better with your face beat and your hair laid.

Speaking of laid, it’s been a minute. Not for any particular reason other than no one has caught your eye recently. But maybe tonight could be your lucky night.

You settle on a green mesh top, a short skirt to go along with it, and some black platform boots to finish it off. You accessorize with your favorite green and gold jewelry, making sure to grab your ring with the big leaf emblem on it. You took a look at your ‘420’ sunglasses, noting how similar they look to New Year’s Eve glasses. Cringing yourself out from the amount of ‘hey I smoke weed!’ energy you’re giving off, you decide to leave the glasses home.

This was the first time in a while you’ve been to a party where you didn’t know anyone there. The front door opens as a couple walks out, and smoke literally billows from the living room. You scoot past them, as well as a large burly man who you assume is security, to get to the kitchen.

You had brought your own weed of course, but you were intent on sharing with others. There were plenty of supplies in the kitchen so you start to roll a few blunts before bringing them to the living room.

Sure, you’ve seen some of these faces around. But you were awful with names and may have snuck in a little gummy edible before the Uber arrived, so socializing has lost it’s sparkle.

You immediately light up, wanting to join the rest of the guests in their euphoria. There was loud music playing, plenty of laughter and talking, and you felt content in your own world.

You pass the blunt to the girl nearest you, and spark up again, wanting to start a rotation.

You’re lost in your phone as you wait for the blunt to come back your way. You look to the man to your left, and notice he’s hogging it. You’re much too chicken to say something, so you decide to let it pass. He was probably just too high and forgot he was holding it.

You continue scrolling, anticipating a lazy bump of your shoulder so you can steal back your blunt. Until a large, looming figure waltzes its way in between you and the blunt stealer.

“Think you’ve had enough, huh? Why don’t you give it back to the lady?” He says as he has a seat next to you, taking the blunt out of the man’s hands. He had it for so long, it wasn’t even burning anymore. You appreciate the gesture and put the blunt between your lips, cursing a muffled ‘dammit’ after you realize your lighter is lost in the abyss. Either that or someone stole it.

Until the man beside you pulls a standard, black bic out of his tight jean pocket. His large hands engulf the lighter as he flicks the spark wheel, bringing the flame closer to your face so you can relight.

You pull a deep puff in, uttering a thank you before you pass it back to him. It’s only right he has some since he saved such a damsel in distress.

You had unknowingly been avoiding eye contact with him; it was a habit of yours when you smoked. After passing the blunt to him, you have a realization.

“I thought you were security,” you blurt out, immediately laughing at the word vomit you were trying to keep to yourself.

“Security?”

God, does he look good.

“Yeah, uh, w-when I came in you were posted up at the door like someone paid you to keep watch. L-Like a big guard dog,” you say, fumbling over your own words like you were paid to.

“You’re funny,” he admits, not knowing what else to say. He passes you back the blunt for the second time, to which you take happily.

God, do you look good.

“Uh, my names Toji by the way.”

“Oh, nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

You watch his eyes trail your body. You can’t help when you do the same. He was intoxicating to look at. He was so tall, had such a large frame, and looked like he could kill you so quickly. Which as much as you hate admitting, was something you liked in men. He had dark hair and a little scar on his lip.

“Watchya’ staring for, hun?”

You turn to pass the blunt to the girl next to you again, hoping he didn’t notice the redness in your cheeks.

“You were starin’ first,” you say, and he can’t help but agree.

“It’s hard not to.”

“What do you mean?”

He takes a moment before responding, giving you another chance to examine him. Your eyes meet his, and you are the first to break eye contact, not being able to stand your ground under his stare.

“You look really fuckin’ good,” he says with the upmost confidence, before he leaves to go to the kitchen. Giving you no time to respond.

He’s back shortly after with two fresh blunts. Instead of taking his seat again, he leans over the back of the couch, pressing his cheek to your hair before he tells you to ‘come smoke with me upstairs’. His voice so close to your ear, so low and so quiet, scared you. But you were truthfully desperate for dick, and he looked like he knew how to give it. Even if it didn’t go that far, the living room was getting far too loud anyways.

You follow suit, standing up from the couch with an ‘okay’ before he beckons you upstairs. The crowd is thicker now, and you have no clue where the upstairs are. You look back at him, signaling you are totally lost in this dank, dark house. He puts a hand on your waist to help guide you and you swear his fingers dug into your hip intentionally. He lets out a rough ‘move’ to some couple in front of you two blocking the stairs.

He finds an empty bedroom upstairs.

“Owner doesn’t care if we smoke in here, it’s some guest bedroom.”

What a hell of a guest bedroom, you think. The room is fully furnished including a couch, a tv, gaming equipment, and there’s an attached bathroom. This shit was better than your own room back home.

Toji leads you to the couch where he pats the spot beside him, motioning for you to join him. He already has one blunt affixed between his soft lips, giving you the other once you sit down.

He instinctively puts his arm around you, but leaves it there once he notices you don’t mind whatsoever.

“Sorry, just got too loud down there,” he admits before lighting his blunt.

You reach for the lighter, but he grabs your hand out of the air. He turns your face to his, cupping your jaw with his other hand. He brings his face closer to yours, sticking the end of his blunt to the tip of yours, waiting for you to pull to light your own.

God, did he look really fucking good.

You mutter another ‘thanks’ taking a deep inhale as you had so many times that night. You can’t help but focus your eyes anywhere other than his face, trying to keep your embarrassment at bay.

“You’re starin’ again, doll.”

“Can’t help it,” you admit sheepishly, “you look.. really good.”

“Is that so?” He says with a smirk, trying his hardest not to love watching you squirm.

You nod, to which he responds, “use your words, y/n,” and you think you could faint.

Surely you weren’t wrong in assuming he wanted you too, right? At this point you were high enough that the potential backfire of your next question was no where near present in your mind.

“Can you fuck me?”

He coughs, accidentally blowing a puff of smoke straight in your face. You must have taken him by surprise.

His answer to your question comes non-verbally, as he grabs your plush thighs to situate you on top of him. You can already feel how much he wants this through his pants. You gasp, taken aback by his forwardness.

“Oh I can, doll, I really can. You think you can handle all that, though?” He asks, putting the blunt back in his mouth so he can grab your hips and pull you onto his length. The sudden stimulation to your clit leaves you reeling as you try not to throw your head back in ecstasy.

“I won’t know unless I see it,” faking how confident you were appearing. Your only motivator in putting on this mask is to get the release you need so desperately. You throw in a ‘please’ to stress how urgent this was.

“Gotta’ learn how to be patient, brat” he says with a light laugh, reaching out his hand to take your blunt for the moment. He finds a nearby ashtray to sit them on for the time being.

He wastes no time pulling you into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue in his attempt to devour you. You lean into the kiss, meeting your chest with his as you slowly roll your hips down onto his length. He grunts into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth harshly.

He pulls away only to yank your shirt over you, his hands flying to cup your tits the second they’re free. He unlatches the clasp at the back of your bra while he trails sloppy kisses along your clavicle.

You can’t help but moan with every touch, each kiss, every roll of your hips. It had been so long since you’ve been touched like this and his ways with you were electrifying. Each touch left you wanting more and the lazy, rough rolling of your hips left his cock angry and weeping at the tip.

His lips latch to your nipple and suck, biting ever so slightly. You arch into him and he follows your movements, leaning back into the couch so you can really be on top of him, properly. He reached behind his head and grabs one of the blunts, praising god that it was still lit.

You were surprised that he wanted to continue smoking, and your movements stilled slightly.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He asks, taking a brief inhale of the smoke and purposefully blowing it in your face. Shocked at his bravado, you continue the movements of your hips, already feeling close from the rough stimulation. But you can’t quite get there.

You place your hands underneath his shirt, running your cold hands up his taught stomach to his chest. Your right hand trails up to his nipple, and you can’t help but grab a handful of his tit, laughing as you do so. You expect him to get mad and maybe even call the whole thing off.

Instead, he laughs along with you to cover up a moan, passes you the blunt, and pulls his shirt over his head, ruffling his already disheveled hair.

“You gonna’ strip for me, pretty boy?” You ask, genuinely needing to feel him closer.

He laughs again, and you can tell the weed is hitting him hard. But you were right there with him, you think, puffing on the blunt for the nth time that night.

“Only if you do, brat,” he says before he’s already reaching to take off his belt. He pushes you back some, needing room to get those tight fucking pants off. Your eyes are glued to his pelvis, waiting to watch his cock spring free.

He leaves you hanging, only pulling his pants down slightly before he’s telling you to ‘get up’. You follow suit, trying your best to take your skirt off slowly in front of him. He pulls his pants fully off and is left splayed on the couch in nothing but his tight, black briefs, neck and chest all red and splotchy. Laid out like your own personal slut.

It takes everything in him not to make you ride his face then and there, but he wanted to watch you cum all on your own.

“The fuck are you waitin’ for?” He asks, noticing how lost in thought you were. He brings you back to reality with his sharp words and motions for you to take your seat back on his lap.

He mutters a ‘gimme’ that’ before he steals the blunt from you again.

He takes a puff, “make a mess on me, yeah?” and you can’t help but comply. You fully seat yourself back in his lap, nothing between you two but the thin fabric of your thong and his briefs. Having his thick jeans out of the way let you fully feel how hard, how big he was underneath you. You could feel a wet patch at the tip and you were so eager to get your mouth on him.

You pick up the pace as he ruts his hips up into yours, hard cock pressing over and over again into your clit. You were already so close before, and the lack of fabric was dizzying.

“T-Think I’m gonna’ cum, T-Toji,” you pant, handing him back the blunt so you can brace yourself on his muscular stomach. He’s moaning fully now, waiting to watch you come undone. He sticks the blunt between his teeth quickly before he grabs your thick, plush hips and pulls you into him at a merciless pace.

“Do it then, bitch,” and with that, you were finished. You feel your legs tremble and attempt to close as you release all you have on the man before you. Your movements attempt to still, but he keeps up his brutal pace, not allowing you a moment without stimulation.

“T-Toji, s’too much, p-please,” you beg, pulling away from him so you could have a break from the overstimulation.

He mocks you, “awww, poor baby can’t handle it, huh? Why don’t we give you a break then?” He asks and you hope this means what you think he’s implying. He pushes you off of him fully and seats himself with his back to the couch again. He looks down at his briefs, noting the wet spot you left.

“Coulda’ done better, I think,” he says before he leans back and puts one hand behind his head, obviously waiting for you. He still holds the blunt tightly in between his lips, and he looks so fucking perfect like that. Waiting for you to do your worst.

You get off the couch, dropping to your knees in between his long legs. You reach your manicured hands up to his shaft, palming him through his briefs. He stiffens as do you, as you try not to freak out at how big he felt already.

“Take ‘em off, brat,” he lets out, almost sounding… desperate?

“You sound like such a slut, ya’ know?” You say, unaware of the consequences this would have for you soon enough.

“Fuck you,” he spits before taking it upon himself to fully undress.

Your eyes widen, “Jesus Christ,” and he can’t help but laugh.

“I get that a lot,” he says, which you note sounds awfully close to something a slut would say. But you hold your tongue, for now.

He was so perfect. His dick was long, thick, and veiny. His balls were heavy and relaxed, and his cherry red tip was spilling precum. You were desperate for a taste.

You grab him at the base, diving in headfirst as you take his tip fully in your mouth and suck, hard. He grunts above you as he puffs on the blunt again.

You had no want to draw out this process longer than it already had been, so you start working your hand up and down his shaft, inching your head lower and lower.

The quickness of your movements left Toji in a state of shock as he tried his best to stifle his noises. He didn’t expect you to start fully giving him one of the best blowjobs he’s ever received, figuring you’d be too timid to reach halfway down the shaft by the time it was all over.

But here you were, nose buried in the black hair decorating his pelvis, swallowing around him like you were paid to.

Needing air, you pull off with a loud pop before asking him a question.

“What’s the matter? I can see you trying to keep quiet, ya’ know.”

He laughs, again.

“Sluts whine when they get their dick sucked by a pretty girl. But I’m not a sl- fuck,” he whines, not expecting you to continue so soon after you asked.

You were taking him almost fully now, in and out of your throat, relishing in the salty, bitter taste of his precum. He was leaking profusely, so unbelievably turned on by the sight of you taking him like a pro.

Managing to get some noise out of him only motivated you further as you now work both hands up and down his shaft, taking what you couldn’t cover with your hands in and out of your wet heat.

“Don’t chicken out now, doll. You wanna make me act like a slut, you’ve gotta.. fuck- earn it.” He says as he grabs a fistful of your hair, standing to his feet and it takes all you have to keep your balance.

Immediately, he’s thrusting in and out of your throat mercilessly. The sounds filling the room were so indecent and filthy. He still has the blunt glued to his lips, not even taking a hand up to remove it as he fucks your throat.

He’s using you like a toy, controlling your every movement as you take him deeper.

“Who’s the slut now?” He asks, muffled only slightly by the blunt. He must have done this before, you think.

He pulls you off of him harshly, bending down to see you nearly eye to eye.

“Didn’t I ask you a fuckin’ question?”

You nod, not realizing the mistake you just made. He grabs your face roughly, slapping your cheek with his other hand lightly, although with his strength it felt nothing of the sort. But you weren’t mad about it.

“And what the fuck -,” he starts, grabbing himself at his base, forcing his way back into your wet mouth, “- did I say about using your words?”

His eyes are glued to you, watching your eyes water as he tries not to come apart entirely after hearing you choke around him.

“Imma’ ask again. Who’s the slut?”

You attempt your best to answer with a muffled, unintelligible ‘me’.

“That’s- shit -what I fuckin’ thought,” he says, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept using you like this.

You grab his thighs, bracing yourself before you start to actively move with Toji, meeting his pelvis with your nose with each thrust. You try your best to hollow out your cheeks, wanting to hear some more of those little noises he wouldn’t dare let slip.

“God..dammit, woman,” he huffs, pulling you off of him regrettably, “gonna make me cum.”

He grabs you tightly by the arm, bringing you to your feet as he pulls the blunt from his mouth, kissing you once more before he takes care of you. Your mouth was so sloppy and wet from the abuse and he truly couldn’t give less of a fuck. All you could taste from his mouth was smoke.

His blunt was nearly finished now, so he snuffs it out in the ashtray before he commands you to lay back down on the couch. He grabs the other, fresher blunt, and relights it, handing it over to you.

“We gonna’ smoke the whole time we’re doing this?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Don’t see why not. Can’t let good weed go to waste,” he says before he’s towering over you, planting wet kisses on your stomach and waistband. You still don’t know if you were even ready to cum again, but it seems like you have no choice.

He lands a particularly sloppy kiss on your mound, tasting you through your panties as your hips impulsively buck into his mouth.

“Be patient, doll,” he reprimands.

He crooks one finger underneath your panties, opting to push them to the side instead of pulling them off fully, which he felt was quite fitting for a slut such as yourself.

“You’ve got a pretty pussy, ya’ know that?” he says, leaving you no time to respond before his lips connect with you, wet tongue exploring every inch he can reach.

You whine, bucking your hips up into him again. He takes one hand to hold both of your hips down, ensuring you can’t squirm anymore.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, doll,” he mutters quickly, not wanting to waste any more time not latched to your sweet pussy.

He begins to suck on your clit, earning a loud whine from you. You feel a protrusion at your hole as he slowly enters two fingers into you. The stretch burns, but the feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure when he immediately curls his fingers up into your spot. You wouldn’t last long at this rate.

“Y-You’re realllyyy.. good, fuck,” you manage, to which he responds with a long, drawn out ‘mhmm,’ knowing the vibrations would drive you mad. He’s now bobbing his head, fully lost in your sex as he brings you closer to your second orgasm. He’s fully thrusting into you, preparing you for the stretch his dick will bring. The blunt was nearly forgotten at this point, hanging over the back of the couch along with both your hands. You were lost in the ecstasy of the moment until he takes his hand and pushes down on your lower stomach, increasing the sensation of his fingers deep within you.

He pulls off of you for just a moment to say, “gonna feel me all in here, aren’t ya’?” He inserts a third finger and curls that one all the same as the rest, sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue as you chant whines of ‘Toji, Toji, Toji’. With one final thrust, you’re releasing onto his fingers, attempting to clamp your legs shut to no avail.

“Uh-uh, pretty girl. Hah, gotta’ clean you up first,” he says as he pulls out all three fingers, replacing them with his tongue. You catch him reaching down to his length, fisting his angry, red tip in his hand as he finishes the job. He did as he promised, lapping up every last drop of your cum like the filthy dog he was, all the while groaning into your pussy. He finishes cleaning you dutifully, opting to leave your panties on, telling you how good they looked on you.

You take another drag and ask, “you want this back?” reaching out to him to hand over the blunt. He grabs it quickly after he wipes his mouth with the palm of his hand, and through the smoke and haze, you think you see him lick his palm clean, just like he did you. What a slut.

“Turn over f’me, baby,” he asks, not giving you time to respond before he’s manhandling you on the couch, flipping you over as he pulls your ass impossibly high into the air. He pushes your panties to the side, rubbing his cock over your puffy pussy as you try not to pull away from how sensitive you still were.

“Let’s see juuuust how deep I can go, yeah?” He says before he’s pushing his fat head into you without warning. You let out a loud ‘fuuuck’ as he enters you slowly from behind. His lips are sealed, still trying desperately to keep his pitiful noises to himself. He takes a drag of the blunt before he puts it in between his pointer and middle finger. He needs his hands free so he can spread you open, loving how your tight hole swallows him entirely.

“Look-,” he slowly thrusts into you, covering half of his cock in your slick.

He pulls entirely out, “-at-,”

Then back in again, “-that,” he finishes, before continuing his painfully slow pace. Although he’d never admit it, he had to keep himself from cumming too early. Having you at his will, totally spread for him, taking his dick so well was becoming too much for him.

He picks up speed, still not entering you fully. The blunt is replaced between his lips yet again as he grabs your waist, slamming you down onto his cock over and over again.

“T-Toji, more, p-please,” you manage, needing to feel him entirely.

He continues his pace, much to your dismay. “You’re gonna’ take what I give ya’ and you’re gonna shut the fuck up about it,” he says, enunciating his words with each thrust.

Taking matters into your own hands, you start meeting his thrusts, desperately trying to make him move faster. Fortunately for you, he likes watching you put on a show.

You whine as he stops thrusting, looking back to see him staying still on purpose, taking a long drag from the blunt and ashing it on the floor beside him while he waits for you to continue.

“You wanna’ get fucked harder, mama? Prove it, hah,” he chuckles, slapping your ass while he waits for you to move. You comply, slamming your hips towards his, hard, knocking the wind out of both of you as he finally seats himself balls deep into your cunt. You continue your movements, pulling your hips up and almost entirely off of him, just to slam back all the way down.

“S’ fucking messy, baby, goddamn,” he pants, not knowing how much longer he can keep up the tough guy act while you’re brutally sucking him in and out of your snug cunt.

The pace you’re at now is bringing you closer to your third orgasm of the night, but that won’t do. Toji pulls out of you fully, throwing you back down onto the couch so you can face him.

“Wanna’ see that pretty face when you cum, slut,” he adds, handing you the blunt again, “see if you can keep this in your mouth and I might let you cum again.”

You obey, sticking the blunt between your teeth as you wait to be fucked, properly this time. He rips off your ruined panties, discarding them onto the floor beneath you. He grabs both of your legs with one hand behind your knee, pushing them up close to your chest so he can marvel at how incredible you look, so wet and willing for him.

He lines himself up again, wasting no time to increase the pace he had set earlier. Your instinct was to take the blunt out of your mouth so you could moan freely, but the second he sees your hand move, they’re both pinned above your head.

“What’d I tell you, huh? Wanna cum or not?” He says as he gives you all of his inches, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he absolutely abuses your poor cunt.

You let out a muffled ‘mhmm!’, eyes wide and pleading for him to let you finish.

“Such a greedy..mmph - fuckin’ cunt, yeah? Bet you feel me in your tummy now d-don’t you, mama?”

And truth be told, you did. Every thrust he was pounding your cervix, desperate to break through to fit that last inch in fully. Toji was becoming more vocal, letting out huffs and groans each time he entered your warm, sloppy hole.

“I feel it now, baby, hah. Lil’ pussy’s boutta’ snap my dick in half,” and goddamn was he good. You were due to cum any second now, focusing solely on how sinfully he kept hitting your spot, over and over again.

“Cum for me, doll. Right fuckin’ now, cum on this dick,” and before he can finish, you’re spasming underneath him as you somehow manage to keep the blunt tightly between your teeth. Smoke is billowing from your nose and mouth now, and every breath you take brightens the cherry red end of your blunt.

“Thaaaat’s it, such a nasty slut f’me,” and you nod, knowing he’s read you all too well.

You hand him back the blunt and he finally puts it out in the ash tray, wanting to focus his sole attention on you.

“T-Toji?”

He grunts out a ‘hm?’ as he drags your hips impossibly close to him, tossing each of your legs over his shoulders.

“C-Can you give it to me, hard? P-Please, baby. Wanna feel all of you,” you admit before grabbing him by the neck, pulling him into another heated kiss.

“Ya’ sure? Dunno’ if you can handle all that, pretty girl,” and your answer comes in the form of action. You reach down in between your legs, rubbing yourself lightly before you bring it to his cock, rubbing his shaft with your juices. You line him up and try your best to pull him into you.

He smirks, leaning down to put his forearms on either side of your head, stretching your legs impossibly far.

“Please,” you mutter, scared he might fully break you, but the need to feel him as deep as you can take supersedes that.

“I might fuckin’ break you,” is the last thing he says before he’s thrusting fully into you, pushing against your cervix, and he starts at a pace that has you seeing stars. No more games, no more going easy on you. He was fully intent on fucking you within an inch of your life. He just had to make sure you could really take him before he started fucking you like the animal he was.

This is what really sends him. Losing all control, fucking you as he was made to: primally.

He starts grunting, then moaning, and then full on whining. With nearly every thrust, he was spewing obscenities or whining your name.

“Take - fuuuck, baby - take all those fuckin’… inches,” as if you weren’t already. He expects no response from you as you were practically drooling underneath him. You could form no coherent thoughts, no words, just noises. Sinful, filthy noises that made Toji feel drunk.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ deep f’me,” he spits, sweat daring to drip from his forehead, “such a good fuckin’ slut.”

You were so close although you weren’t sure if you could cum anymore that night. You kept teetering on the edge, begging to fall, but you couldn’t quite get there.

Until you’re finally able to come to your senses long enough to speak.

“I-I’m the.. slut?” You ask with a strained laugh, waiting to see just what he does with you now.

He laughs too, after he’s grabbed you by the throat, not forgetting to move his other hand down towards your clit.

“Can you f-fuckin’ blame me, doll?” He asks, somehow quickening the brutal snap of his hips.

You feel your core tighten, “You make me s-so pussy drunk, mama,” he confesses, too far deep to care if you thought he was a slut or not. He knew deep down he was nothing but a man whore. But he tried to keep that fact about himself under wraps. Everything about you, though, was bringing it all to the surface.

“Cum f’me, one more time, baby. ‘Know you can,” is all he can manage to say before he’s a grunting, sweaty mess above you. His fingers toy with your clit and his cock is hitting you too deep, filling your walls to the brim.

“Not gonna last, p-please fuckin cum, doll,” he begs, needing to watch you come apart up close and personal.

You feel the coil in your stomach snap and you reach around his back, digging your nails in the soft skin you find for leverage. You go mute, unable to process anything other than your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Your back is fully arched off of the couch, making your entrance even tighter, and Toji can’t take it. You grab him harshly, pulling him even closer to your face.

“Inside me, Toji,” you whisper and he fully loses it. His hips still before he spills his seed deep inside you, pitiful chants of your name the only thing he dare let leave his lips. He grabs the base of his cock, slowly stroking up to where he’s still buried in you before he pulls out, cursing at the overstimulation.

“Holy shit,” he sighs, standing to his feet to find a towel. He comes back from the bathroom, tossing you the towel so you can clean up.

As he lights up the rest of his measly blunt, he has but one more question to ask: “you hungry?”

hehehehehe

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[andromeda-pleiades]

Talk

Who wants to see this story I started on 02/06/2024. I'm probably never going to finish it, but here yall go.

Kyle x m!reader.

Past Soap x m!reader

Kyle knows that he shouldn't be thinking or feeling any of the things he is at the moment, but, when he looks up from his seat at the table in one of the meeting rooms he finds you staring, he can't ignore the butterflies that stir to life in his stomach. Those pretty brown eyes of his are quick to avert back to Price, but, for the short few seconds that you lock eyes, his lips twitch with the urge to curl up into a smile.

The thing is, Gaz and Soap's ex-boyfriend have been secretly fucking for a few weeks now. In Kyle's defense, he didn't actively seek him out for the sake of having sex with him, fraternization is illegal mind you.

It was dark and rainy that night,as all nights are in London, and Kyle was caught up in the storm walking from his welcome home party, eyes nearly shut from the wind that blew up the street at his face. The outfit he picked out was drenched from the downpour, and the shirt stuck to his skin as well.

Then, out of the gloom that usually hung over London, the headlights of a dark green pickup came up over the hill in the road to shine in his face, and he knew it wasn't Soap or Price since they'd both be busy and it couldn't be Ghost since he lost his license a while back, before he even had the chance to guess the drivers intentions the driver slowed to a stop and rolled down the window to talk to him. Kyle's body immediately untensed when he saw a familiar face. His best friend's ex-boyfriend, You. There was nothing to worry about.

You asked, "What are you doing out in this?" The doors to the car unlocked with a click. "Come on, I'll take you home. You're gonna get sick."

So, he went. Once Kyle slammed the door shut, he wasted little time in driving off into the rainy night.

"Where do you live?" You asked.

"I was gonna go ask Soap if I could crash in one of his extra rooms. Not gonna lie, I'm pretty lost. I don't know where my hotel is, and I'm not asking Ghost to drive me unless I'm planning a visit to the E.R anytime soon. Learned that lesson the hard way."

The sound of your hearty laugh filled the car, then, when Kyle just stared, the amusement fell from your face.

"Oh, you're not kidding?"

"I wish," Kyle said, cutting him a sidelong glance before setting his sights back on the road ahead.

There was a dip of silence in which neither of them said a word after that.

In his peripheral vision, you could see Kyle fiddling with the tags on his necklace timidly as he avoided looking at you at all costs, and, suddenly, something changed.

Gaz had befriended Soap shortly before your breakup, so you haven't been in close proximity to him many times. Seeing that you and Soap have been broken up for a year, you didn't have a reason to interact with him except for when you're running errands for Price or when you're borrowing something from Soap. But, that night in your car, Kyle was acting strange. Strange in the way that girls used to act around you all the time back when they hoped for a chance with the nice guy at school. You didn't understand why Kyle was behaving in such a way now, though. The way you saw it, you were a loser who couldn't even get into college like his other classmates and had to enroll in the army.

What you didn't know, however, is that Kyle didn't think you were a loser at all. If anything, Kyle's view on you made a complete turn-around compared to when you were dating his best friend. When Kyle got stuck with you and a few hostages last year at an underground illegal trading ring Kyle watched you go head-to-head with more than 20 extremely hostile enemies in defense of the children's lives that they forever changed, Kyle knew a small part of his heart would always belong to you. After that, Gaz didn't see you again, outside of fleeting glances in the hallway and when you would silently stand in the back of meetings until recently.

"I dropped Roach off at his house, and last I saw Johnny, he was on his way out to see Ghost." You said, trying to keep cool with the insanely gorgeous man, you never gave much mind due to your Johnny-induced heartache, sitting in the passenger's seat of your car.

Kyle asked, "How about your place, then?" and the rest was history.

It wasn't even a half hour later that Kyle was laid back on his couch with a head between his thighs and a hand gripping a fistful of hair as Kyle panted for air amidst the build-up to his orgasm. Then, after Kyle woke in your bedroom and snuck out of the front door before you could notice his presence in the house, it wasn't long before you crossed paths again...and again and again. Kyle would wait around the back of the gym building where he knew Soap wouldn't see for y'all to sneak off to have a moment to youtselves, this began to develop a routine of having sex before Kyle had to sneak out of your room in time to wake up early for drills.

Now, as Kyle's sitting in Soap's basement and helping his nieces and nephews with the valentine projects they waited until the very last second to start, he's still fantasizing about all the things he wants to do with you. Not just sexually, either. He's been trying to work up the nerve to ask you on a date for the past few days, but every time he tries, his nerves get in the way. That voice in the back of his mind sings its doubts, telling him that you'll never want him in the same way that he wants you. No one has ever wanted more than his body, so why should it start with you?

When you get up from the couch to pay for the pizza they ordered to the house, Johnny casts a look over his shoulder at you to ensure you're too far to hear and scoots closer to Kyle while the kids are engrossed in their own conversations.

He whispers, "Can I tell you something? It's about Pretty boy over there"

Anxiety tightens the muscles of Kyle's chest as he tries to keep his face schooled into a mask of neutrality. Although he feels like the truth is written across his face every time he comes into the presence of his best friend, he is outwardly as calm as can be. He's suddenly became thankful for the torture training he went through.

What else can he do except nod?

[starmergeddon]

To someone who doesn't live in the UK and has only a very basic understanding of the different parties involved, pray could you provide a very brief rub-down of the election situation? Also a side question, where exactly did Rishi Sunak and the Tories in general fuck up? I've been getting a lot of British politics posts on my dash and I was curious. You seem like a reliable fellow to ask :)

Btw you really don't have to answer this ask if you don't want to or if it's too much work. In that case, could you point me in the right direction for some online resources I can refer to? Thank ye very much, cheers!

for context, I recieved this ask the day after the election, and somehow managed to miss it for 3 weeks. oops.

if you don't know how British elections work, here are three youtube videos from Jay Foreman which I recommend: how elections work, how elections don't work, and the bit that isn't elected at all

very long post under the cut...

the british political parties

like the US, the UK is a two-party state. unlike the US, the UK has more than two relevant political parties. here they are, in order of seats won this year:

Labour Party (411 (63.2%) seats, with 33.7% of votes)

won this year's General Election.

led by kid starver, queer harmer Keir Starmer, namesake of this blog.

was the Big Left-Wing Party. has recently become the Big Party which Doesn't Stand for Anything, Really, Except for Winning Elections and Hurting Transgender People, due to Starmer's leadership.

oddly patriotic. wants to establish "Great British Railways" and "Great British Energy". Nobody really knows yet what they mean by this.

former leader Ed Miliband is the man in my pfp, pictured failing to eat a bacon sandwich. Some speculate that this photo was the reason he lost the election in 2015.

Conservative "Tory" Party (121 (18.6%) seats, with 23.7% of votes)

tonight's Big Loser.

led by fishy, dishy Rishi Sunak, but not for long, because they're electing a new leader on Halloween.

was the Big Right-Wing Party. is still the Big Right-Wing Party, but is now also an Embarrassment.

they were in power for 14 years until this election.

Directly responsible for this country's decline over the past... 14 years.

their colour is more of a dark blue, but Tumblr doesn't let me do that.

Liberal Democrat Party (72 (11.1%) seats, with 12.2% of votes)

returned to its rightful place as the Third Party.

led by Sir Ed Davey, who spent the election campaign bungee jumping, playing Jenga, and paddleboarding.

is the Centrist Party that Nobody Really Cares About.

somehow is more left-wing than Labour.

Scottish National Party (SNP) (9 (1.4%) seats, with 2.5% of votes)

tonight's Medium-Sized Loser.

led by John Swinney, who was also their leader like 20 years ago.

unsurprisingly, is the Scottish Independence Party. is also more left-wing than Labour.

their colour is yellow, but Tumblr doesn't let me do that.

Reform UK Ltd. (5 (0.8)% seats, with 14.3% of votes)

Fascist Cunts.

led by Nigel Farage.

not actually a political party, for some reason.

enough said. (for now)

Green Party (4 (0.6%) seats, with 6.7% of votes)

the one I voted for.

co-led by Carla Denyer and Adrian Ramsey.

the Actually Left-Wing Party. Their slogan is "real hope, real change" which sums it up.

Plaid Cymru (4 (0.6%) seats, with 0.7% of votes)

the SNP, but Welsh. (it's pronounced "Plad Cumry")

led by Rhun ap Iorweth. (pronounced "Rune app You're weth")

their colour is dark green, but Tumblr doesn't let me do that.

None of these parties run for election in Northern Ireland, which is part of the UK, but not part of Great Britain. NI is an entirely different situation which I don't know about.

so what actually Happened? Now that the scene is set, I'll go through the events that transpired, from the conservative landslide in 2019 to the conservative demise in 2024.

2019

the Conservatives don't have enough MPs who want to vote for their Brexit plan, so they call a snap general election. in the UK, our elections aren't at regular intervals. ONLY the Prime Minister decides when they happen, within a 5 year limit. this is important later...!

they win a massive landslide victory, with Boris Johnson as their PM. the SNP wins 48 out of 59 seats in Scotland.

Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn (affectionately known as Jezza) resigns, as does LibDem leader Jo Swinson.

2020

Keir Starmer takes over as Labour leader, and is immediately very boring. Labour gets more unpopular.

Jezza is kicked out of the Labour party, as are many of his supporters, on false allegations of antisemitism.

Boris finally "gets Brexit done" (this was his slogan.) The Tories get more popular. The Brexit Party changes its name to Reform UK, but they're still considered right-wing extremists

COVID happens. Everyone rallies round the flag. The Tories get more popular.

Boris gets COVID and nearly dies.

top conservative politicians hold parties in Downing Street, breaking their own lockdown rules, but shhhh! nobody knows about that yet! these keep happening until April 2021

The NHS begins to collapse a bit more than it already had, due to Conservative underfunding. The Tories get less popular.

Chancellor Rishi Sunak announces a program giving people discounts to eat out in restaurants. COVID cases spike. The Tories get less popular.

It's revealed that one of the top Tories, Dominic Cummings, broke lockdown rules by visiting family. The Tories get less popular.

End of year - Tories and Labour tied in the polls.

2021

the Queen's husband dies. She goes to his funeral, socially-distanced, alone. on the same day, more Downing Street parties are held.

not much else happens?? until December, when

people start to find out that the Tories were breaking their own rules by partying in Downing Street. Immediately, the Labour Party gains a 7% lead in the polls.

2022 - shit hits the fan

people are MAD about the lockdown parties. it's named Partygate and the police start to investigate.

Russia invades Ukraine. Boris tries to distract everyone by supporting Zelenskyy.

the police conclude their investigation. Boris Johnson becomes the first Prime Minister to have officially broken the law. as a firm punishment, he is fined.... £50. (so are Rishi Sunak, and lots of others.)

Everything gets expensive. Many people are now choosing between eating and heating their home.

Just after this happens, it's revealed that Johnson also gave promotions to a Tory who he knew had committed sexual assault. His cabinet revolts. He is forced to resign as Conservative Party leader. But because he is Prime Minister, he's the only one who can call an election, and he simply chooses not to! because he knows he'd lose!

The new Prime Minister is chosen not by the people, but by the Conservative Party members. people hate this.

Liz Truss beats Rishi Sunak in the final contest. She becomes Prime Minister.

The Queen dies.

Liz Truss crashes the economy. All hell breaks loose. The Labour Party now have a 25% lead in the polls.

The Daily Star starts a YouTube livestream - will Liz Truss leave office before this lettuce expires?

Liz Truss loses control of her MPs. She, too, is forced to resign, just 40 days after becoming PM! Because she doesn't have to call an election, she doesn't.

The lettuce won.

ONCE AGAIN it is up to the Conservative Party leadership to choose a Prime Minister... except nobody wants to be Prime Minister. Rishi Sunak becomes Prime Minister without being elected by ANYBODY

2023

not much extra happens, for a while. people are just sick and tired of the Tories

They decide it's a good idea to try and deport asylum seekers to Rwanda, because immigration is "too high".

Nicola Sturgeon gets bored of being a politician and resigns as SNP leader. Without a clear successor, the SNP destroys itself finding a new leader.

Nicola Sturgeon is also arrested on suspicion of having funnelled money out of the SNP to herself before she resigned! (she's cleared of suspicion, but the public gain a conception of the SNP being corrupt.)

Shit happens in Gaza. The Tories back Israel. Labour, having shifted massively to the right, also back Israel. People become unhappy with both of them, and still are today.

2024

A general election has to happen this year. The Tories are still 20% behind in the polls.

It's announced that the UK entered a small recession at the end of 2023.

Four asylum seekers are sent to Rwanda. They spent £700,000,000 on this.

Rishi constantly dodges questions about when the general election will be, simply saying it will come "in the second half" of the year. Most people think he means autumn.

He did not mean autumn. He calls an election for 4 July, but forgets to bring an umbrella in the process, and gets rained on.

Nigel Farage immediately takes control of Reform UK. (He's allowed to do that because it's technically a company, and as owner of said company he can do what he wants)

Reform UK surges in popularity, reaching 17% in the polls, just behind the Conservatives at 21%

Rishi leaves a D-day event halfway through to give an interview with a TV broadcaster, in which the multimillionaire claimed his childhood was hard because he didn't have Sky TV.

The Conservatives decide to cure their election woes by sending all 18-year-olds to National Service. (ie. military)

It's also revealed that many top Tories placed bets on the election being held on 4 July.

The Conservative Party loses voters to Labour on their left, and to Reform on their right.

election result analysis

where did it go wrong for the Tories? uh, everywhere.

where did it go right for Labour, though? depends who you ask...

voters decisively rejected the Conservatives, choosing either Reform, Labour, or LibDem instead.

however, they weren't enthusiastic about Labour instead. many Labour wins came about as a result of Reform splitting the right-wing vote in half.

polling suggests most people who voted Labour did so to remove the Tories from power.

Fewer people voted for Labour this year than in 2019, but they doubled their seats in Parliament. Our voting system is fucked.

The Green Party quadrupled its seat share. They have won in every seat they have targeted.

Five leftist independent MPs beat Labour in what were "safe" constituencies. One of them was Jeremy Corbyn!! What this shows is that people don't really like Labour, or that people really don't like Labour. They want something better.

The SNP is nearly wiped out in Scotland, despite getting 30% of the Scottish vote. Labour wins most seats in Scotland with 35% of the Scottish vote.

The "Party of Women" (which is literally just TERFs) got fewer votes than the Monster Raving Loony Party. Lmao.

19 people voted for Elmo in Keir Starmer's constituency.

More people voted for the Conservatives and Reform UK combined than they did for Labour. If Labour doesn't get its shit together, we could be in trouble.

what's happened since the election?

7 Labour MPs have already been kicked out of the party for voting to adopt measures to lift 1.6 million children out of poverty

pressure from Greens and independents led to Labour accepting the ICC's arrest warrant for Netanyahu and stopping some arms sales to Israel's genocide.

what happens next?

the Tories choose a new leader on Halloween. other than that? fuck knows lmao. what the 2019-2024 parliament tells us is that anything can happen. as mentioned before, we don't even know when the next election is.

where exactly did Rishi Sunak and the Tories in general fuck up?

you tell me

i also realise just now, after typing all that out, that you asked for a "very brief rub-down" of what happened............. yeah my bad

[insidemymind19]

About you

Part 1

Warnings my first ever story so please bear that in mind and advice and feedback is more than welcome this story will contain swearing, mentions of abuse , substance use and mental illness

Thank you so much for reading

“You’ll find out, everything’s gone wrong” pulling her in by the jaw kissing her harshly the crowd going wild. “Matty wake the fuck up” George punching his arm as he lets out a loud groan, “fuck George what do you want” Matty says irradiated at his best mate for waking him up, pulling him back to reality, “Mate you were supposed to be downstairs 20 minutes ago, now we’re running late, you know we don’t have time for this just get ready” George says abruptly leaving Matty once more alone, something he’d become accustomed too the past few days.

“Hey Ellie, you ok” Ross asks her as he sees her approach him in the hotel lobby in whichever country they’re in, honestly she’s lost track at this rate. “Yeah just didn’t get much sleep last night was probably that espresso martini before bed I knew it was a bad idea.” She laughs softly to hide the crack in her voice. Obviously Ross knows her better than that to know she’s lying but decides to drop the subject. “Ready for tonight’s show think Matty talked about changing the set” Adam says making them both turn around, “where the fuck did you appear from” Ross asks not noticing him before. “I went to check we have everything on the bus because unlike you lot I actually like to be prepared and not loose all my possessions in hotels” Adam replies looking over at Ellie to see her rising from her seat not uttering a word making her way to the hotel door presumably for a smoke. “She ok?” Adam asks Ross “mate I really don’t know, I don’t know if either of them are ok” Ross says letting his thoughts free, “yeah mate me too but I think we just have to let them figure it out between them, let them tell us when they’re ready, us getting involved could only cause more problems” Adam speaks calmly. “I know but I just can’t stand seeing them like this all the years we’ve know them, all the years they’ve been together just” Their conversation being cut short as they see George appear Matty sluggishly coming behind him, walking past the guys and outside, George informing them that he needed a smoke.

Ellie leans against the hotel wall the early morning breeze against her face the nicotine filling her lungs more than welcome, closing her eyes just for one moments peace. “Hey…um y… you ok” the last voice she wants to hear at the moment stutters nervously beside her. Ellie opens her eyes and takes in his appearance, dark bags similar to her own circle his eyes, hair messy and disheveled almost like her hands have been pulling through it, how she missed those curls, his lips soft and beautiful as he holds his cigarette between them longing for her own lips against them, he looked exhausted, but still as beautiful ever. No stop it Ellie you can’t be thinking like this, “El”, she’s snapped out of her daydream to see him standing there… She can’t do this right now. “Yeah um sorry. I’m… I’m going to head inside now” she says quickly to avoid anymore awkward conversations.

Fuck I wish she’d just talk to me maybe we could figure this out, we’ve been through so much this can’t be the end, it can’t end like this Matty replays the same thoughts in his head over and over again trying to figure out what to do he can’t loose her, taking one last puff of his cigarette as he sees the crew making there way to the bus an indicator that it’s time to go to the venue, but no matter what he can’t stop these thoughts.

They arrive at the venue just in time for sound check, as Adam warned Matty has changed the set but it still works. Sitting in one the green room alone Ellie takes a look at her phone for the first time in days, since everything happened

Mum 12 missed calls

Mum 7 unopened messages

Charli 4 missed calls

Charli 6 unopened messages

Denise 3 missed calls

Denise: hi darling spoke to Matty last night he seemed upset so just want to check everything’s ok xxx

Grace 29 missed calls

Grace: I know Elouise but please just think about everything you two have been through you’ve faced bigger challenges than this please please call me back!!! I love you xxx

Ellie let’s out a straggled sob, Grace Is her best friend she knows Ellie better than anyone her and Matty have faced bigger challenges yes but she can’t shake it. Her chest heaves up and down struggling to get a breath. Her thoughts clouding her mind suddenly she’s transported back there, back to what she fought so hard to forget She can’t do this right now. She looks up as the green room door opens as Adam strolls in casually looking at his phone, “ah there you are was looking for you” he speaks not noticing the state she’s in. “Hey whats wrong” he finally noticing her sitting on the couch sobbing pulling her into him as she screams into chest. “Ellie big Breath” he speaks calmly but it does nothing for her “Elouise breathe in and out ok you hear my heart yeah I need you to focus on that.” But she can’t, she can’t focus on anything other than these evil thoughts in her head the smoke in her mind the burning in her chest. “Elouise listen I know I know this is tough but please.” Adams not sure how long her sobs continue but once they’ve subsided he glances down to speak and see how she is only to find her fast asleep on his chest, he moves gently from underneath her as not to awaken her, he can’t help but admire how soft and at peace she looks not troubled by her thoughts, he only wishes she could always be like this.

Ellie wakes up feeling extremely confused, her head pounding and her eyes stinging she quickly thrashes round the couch to find her phone realising that she has 20 minutes until they’re on stage she quickly fixes her appearance and throws on her outfit that Patricia had So kindly helped her pick earlier in the week. She hurriedly makes her way to the side of the stage where the guys are getting ready. Adam pulls her aside and tells her “I told them you fell asleep I didn’t think it was my place to tell them. But Matty knows somethings up.” Ellie nods silently not wanting to discuss what happened, forever grateful for Adam but still feeling that ache in her chest. just need to make it through this show.

As the opening chords to robbers starts Ellie feels her heart sink. This is their song the song he wrote whilst lying head in her lap true romance playing in the background her hands running through his curls. She still recalls him performing it to her for the first time using her acoustic guitar that sat proudly in the corner of her room, she remembers the exact words she whispered to him “that’s going to be the one love” and now years later here they are.

Will they be able to find there way back.

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the Russian boy//part one

a fanfic about the goldfinch

summary: a new girl named lucy gardener has just moved to las vegas, nevada. she meets two boys her first day and takes an interest on the black-haired Russian boy named boris.

this is a series i’m going to be working on, and yes, there will eventually be some juicy smut.

warnings: swearing, marijuana usage, and some brief mention of alcohol usage.

not proof read!!

part one: the first day

"FUCK" , i yell when i awake to see my alarm clock isn't plugged in. i must have forgotten to plug it in last night when i was setting up my room. im gonna be late for my first day of school. great. i rush to the millions of moving boxes in my room trying to remember which ones have my clothes in them, finally i mange to find a box with a folded up Tshirt and decide to wear that and the leggings i slept in. i throw on the Tshirt and run into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. "first day of my new school and im going to show up a total mess. amazing.", i think to myself while i spit out the tooth paste in my mouth and see the knots all over my head. i grab my brush and hurry back into my room to put my shoes on and get my book bag together. "MOM!!", i yell while brushing my hair and putting my folders in my bag. no response. great she's probably passed out downstairs drunk, or hasn't come home from last night yet. i don't blame her though, if i had found out my husband was cheating on me and lost all my money in the divorce i would be drinking away my feelings too. i just hate that it caused us to move here. the fucking middle of nowhere in las Vegas. why couldn't we have moved to someplace cool like New York? or just someplace where the sun isn't beating down on me like it wants to fry me and eat me for lunch. whatever, no point in being mad right now, i need to grab my keys and get to school. i go downstairs to see my mom passed out on the couch with a bottle of tito's and lifetime blaring on the tv. no time to worry about that now. i find my keys laying on the kitchen counter and rush out the door. i hop in my truck (well, my mom and me's truck) and head on my way to school. joining a new school three months into the school year as a junior, who knows nobody in this awful town shouldn't be hard, right? i look up on google maps where it is and learn it's only 20 minutes away from my house, not too far of a drive. gosh, its already 11:30am, i'm so fucked. i pull into the school parking lot and quickly run into the double doors at the front of the building. i spot the front office on my right and make my way in there, the small lady behind the desk looks up from her computer at me. "name?", she says like she's dealt with more late passes then she wanted to this morning. "Lucy Gardener, I'm a new student here and-", she cuts me off, "yes, miss gardener, you're a junior correct? here's your schedule and here's your late pass.". she pulls out a small green peice of paper from here desk drawer and writes, my name, the date, the time, and her signature on it before handing it to me. awesome, i'm gonna have to show up in the middle of class and stop the lesson to give this to my teacher. she reaches into the printer and gives me a list with my name on the top and a bunch of classes with times next to them. "right now you should be in....3rd period, english.", the lady said pausing to squint at her computer, "room 224. down the main hall and to your left.". "thanks.", i say stuffing my schedule in my bag and walking out of the office. i follow her directions and head down the main hall and to the left, until i see room 224. fuck, ok ok, just go in there, give the slip to your teacher, and pray he doesn't make me introduce myself to the class. i open the class door and immediately all heads turn to me. i can feel my cheeks burning red as i walk to the man in his mid 40s standing in front of the whiteboard. "sorry." i say handing him the slip and turning away to find a seat towards the back of the class room, just as i thought you may get away with say nothing else, he calls you back up front. "Lucy? you're our new student right? come up here and tell us a little about yourself please.", he says with a huge smile on his face. you've gotta be fucking kidding. i turn back to him and walk back up front. "hi i'm lucy, um i just moved here from New Orleans.", i hear slight laughter coming from two boys in the back of the classroom.

"can i go sit now?", i say turning towards the teacher. "well it's great to have you here lucy, i look forward to getting to know you, i think there may be a seat next to theo. theo, raise your hand so lucy knows where to go.". i see a tall boy with shaggy blonde hair raise his hand and realize it was one of the boys who were giggling. i walk towards the desk that the teacher was referring to, and see that it’s actually right in between the two boys that were giggling. how wonderful, this should be soooo fun. i sit down and immediately hear the blonde boy with glasses on my right giggling. damn, do i really look that bad today. the one with black hair is just staring so intensely at me, i feel his eyes burning holes in my head. i guess i came just at the right time though, cause about two minutes after i sit down i hear the bell ring. "anddd that's lunch.", i hear the teacher say as i stand up and grab my bag. i let out a sigh of relief, at least i can just go sit in the bathroom and look at my phone for the lunch period. i'm walking to the door when someone behind me calls out, "lucy!". i turn around to see the blonde boy with his mouth slightly open and the boy with black hair standing behind him smirking. "i-it's lucy right?" he says stuttering over his words. "yea. you're theo, right?", i say hoping that i heard the teacher correctly and didn't just call him the wrong name. "ding ding ding! and this," he pulls the boy with black hair in front of him like he's showing me a puppy or something, "is boris. he, well we, were wondering if maybe you wanted to hang with us during lunch? you know, since you're new.", theo says in a almost shy manner. do i want to have lunch with them? is it a trick? weren't they literally just laughing at me? if they didn't look so raggedy i would've guessed that they were two popular boys messing with me. the dark haired one, sorry, "boris", speaks up. "we have weed." , he said in a whispering tone.

i'm not sure because his voice was so low, but i think he may be Australian? that doesn't matter, they had weed, i need something to calm my first day anxieties. "i'm down, should've led with the weed." i say looking at both of them as theo looked at boris with a smile. boris walked in front of me, "follow me.". boris and theo led me out the school doors, into the parking lot, and to a beat down 1985 volvo. this looks sketchy i'm not gonna lie. the car is rusted, missing a headlight, and theo has to crawl through the driver side door to get to the passenger seat. let's just hope and pray they don't kill me and dump my body in the nevada desert somewhere. boris opens the back seat door for me and i crawl in, as soon as i'm in the car i know they're not lying about the weed. the smell is so strong that i imagine they smoke in this car everyday and don't know what air freshener is. boris gets in the drivers seat, shuts the door, and immediately opens the glove box. "shit bor, did you not roll another one this morning? it's gonna take me at least 20 minutes to get this shit done.", theo said holding a small baggie of weed, and a pack of joint papers. these kids don't even know how to roll a joint. i snicker, "let me see it.", i say holding out my hand. theo and boris looked at eachother suspiciously. "oh come on, let me see it i can get her done in 5-10 minutes tops.", i start making a "gimme" motion with my hand. theo hands the bag and papers over to me. it doesn't even take me ten minutes and im done. "here", i say, passing the joint to boris. they inspect it carefully until boris looks back at me and smiles, "nice job new girl.". i do a small bow, "thank you thank you very much, now light that shit.", i say looking at the lighter in theo's hand. theo hands the lighter over to boris, who starts to touch the flame to the tip of the joint and takes a long hit. he lets the smoke out, coughing as he does so. boris takes another hit then looks at me. he gives the joint to me with a grin, "new girl gets next hit, eh?", he says glancing over to theo. "that's fine with me man.", says theo, who's too focused on trying to get the radio to work.

boris hands the joint over to me. please please please don't let me get too high and embarrass myself God. i mean look, im an avid smoker, but after taking a break from weed for like 6 days because of all the moving shit i had to do, i’m definitely gonna get really fried. i take a long drag of the joint and hold the smoke it for about 7 seconds before exhaling with a sigh. "fuck that's nice.", i say passing the joint to theo and leaning back into the seat. "so new girl, where do you live?", boris says with a thick accent. "i don't really know the name of the street, i just got here last night. it's like desert something.", i say trying to remember what the street is called . boris raises his eyebrows as he grabs the joint theo's passing to him, "desert end drive?", he says before taking a long hit of the joint. "yea actually, that's where i am.". the two boys exchange looks. "no way, that's where we live." , says theo almost giddy with excitement. ok this is good. at least i have two people that smoke in my neighborhood. "do you live more towards the front of the neighborhood or the back?", theo says. boris passes me the joint and i take two quicks hits while they stare at me with anticipation. "way in the back, it takes like 3 minutes of me driving just to get out of the neighborhood.", i say shifting my eyes between the two of them. theo looks at boris as i hand him the joint. "i bet you're right by bor then.", he says smiling a child like smile. "oh shit that's nice.", i say trying to not look excited. i mean boris is cute. i don't really know him at all. and that accent, maybe it's just the weed talking, but that accent is so fucking sexy. "what's your accent?", i blurt out, not so shy anymore from the high i'm feeling. boris smirks at me, "i mean i've lived in a lot of places so i have little accent from everywhere, but the one you probably hear the most, is russian or ukraine maybe?", he says, "my english isn't perfect, potter says i miss words sometimes, but i do pretty well, eh?", he says taking the joint from theo. i let out a laugh, "dude you're so right, he does kinda look like harry potter!", which makes both me and boris burst out into laughter.

"hardy har har, soooo funny.", says theo trying his best to hold back a smile. we sit, passing around the joint and just talking and getting to know each other for about the next 15 minutes until all that's left of it is the filter. "i don't wanna go back in.", i say as the laughter dies down in the car from a stupid thing theo said. "well you're in luck, me and bor usually skip forth period anyways.", theo says turning his head to look at me and smile. "yes! come with new girl, will be fun. i have vodka at house.",  boris says with excited eyes. "your parents won't mind?", i say, "nah, only live with my dad and he'll be gone for next few days.", says boris as he puts the bag of weed and papers back in his glove box. "alright, im down. but fuck, i'm way too stoned to drive right now, i haven't smoked for like a week cause of the move.", i say, remembering just how high i am. "give me your keys, im not too fucked.", says boris holding out his hand, "potter can drive my car, he does all the time.". i look at boris for a second, before pulling out my keys and placing them in his hand. trust me if i thought this boy was too faded to drive, i would not let him in my truck. but since i'm pretty sure he does this everyday multiple times a day i'm fine with it. especially since, i myself drive while im stoned all the time. well when im not in the middle of an involuntary week long T break i mean. boris hops out of the car and opens my door, extending his hand to me, as theo crawls into the drivers seat. i take boris's hand and hop out of the car. i say a quick thank you and let go of his hand before leading him to my truck. when we get to my car he follows me to the passenger side and opens the door for me. "such a gentleman." , i joke as i put a hand on my heart and hop in the car. "always a gentleman for a pretty lady.", he says back shooting me a quick wink then chuckling. ok he could so get it. i mean he called me pretty, he definitely wants it. no lucy...you two are joking around. he's being polite. don't think anything of it. boris walks to the other side of the car door and hops in the drivers seat, putting the keys in ignition. "let's go get wasted new girl.", he says to me with a smile as he puts the car in drive, and pulls out of the school parking lot. i have a feeling this is going to be fun..

part 2 will be out soon. let me know if yall fw this

[defjux]

100 of my favorite Hip Hop Albums of 2022 Might be excessive but there was simply just a ton of music this year that I enjoyed and found myself going back to, and I believe each of them is worth checking out.  Each of the album titles here also links to either a bandcamp page or stream where you can listen to the project. Hopefully you’ll at least find one new album that you enjoy here, and as always feel free to reply with what you enjoyed and connected with the most this year. I’d love to know, and any other recommendations are definitely appreciated. This was an incredible year for new releases, not just for hip hop but for music in general which is why i’ll be posting another top 100 list for all of the non hip hop stuff I enjoyed from this year, hopefully in the next few days.  Peace. Chart w/ titles included 2022 Hip Hop Spotify Playlist 1. Billy Woods & Preservation - Aethiopes 2. Avantdale Bowling Club - TREES 3. Cities Aviv - Working Title For The Album Secret Waters 4. MIKE - Beware of the Monkey 5. ELUCID - I Told Bessie 6. AKAI SOLO - Spirit Roaming 7. Teddy Faley - Teddy Brown Brown 8. Defcee & BoatHouse - For All Debts Public and Private [IMPORT EDITION] 9. Ka - Woeful Studies / Languish Arts 10. J.I.D - The Forever Story 11. Open Mike Eagle - Component System with the Auto Reverse 12. billy woods x Messiah Musik - Church 13. Danger Mouse & Black Thought - Cheat Codes 14. ShrapKnel - Metal Lung 15. SolarFive & Iceberg Theory - Momento Mori 16. Moor Mother - Jazz Codes 17. Serengeti & Child Actor - Ajai 2 18. Infinity Knives & Brian Ennals - King Cobra 19. Joshua Virtue - RAMA 20. Zilla Rocca & andrew - Don't Wait For Me to Leave 21. Fly Anakin - Frank 22. Cities Aviv - MAN PLAYS THE HORN 23. KILLVONGARD - I Think I've Lost It. 24. R.A.P. Ferreira - 5 to the Eye with Stars 25. Illogic - The Transition 26. Quelle Chris - DEATHFAME 27. Bloodmoney Perez - Curses 28. Fatboi Sharif & Noface - Preaching In Havana 29. Ockham's Blazer - Ockham's Blazer 30. Little Simz - NO THANK YOU 31. Theravada - Strange Voice 32. amani & robalu - I'll Be Right Black 33. Jam Baxter – Fetch The Poison 34. OKnice - Have You Tried Being Happy? 35. Davis & Foule Monk - Plum Whisky

36. Noveliss - Vagabond 37. SHIRT & Jack Splash - I Turned Myself Into Myself 38. Moses Rockwell - Until You Run out of Cake 39. Ja'king the Divine - 手术: BLACK SUN TZU 40. Archibald SLIM - Worldly Ways 41. NNAMDÏ - Please Have A Seat 42. YUNGMORPHEUS & Theravada - Up Against the Wall; a Degree of Lunacy 43. Roc Marciano & The Alchemist - The Elephant Man's Bones 44. Nas - King's Disease III 45. Lord Kayso - MOOR CHORES 46. Ace Cannons & MIGHTYHEALTHY - Mightycannons 47. Rich Jones & Iceberg Theory - Smoke Detector 48. Lukah - Raw Extractions 49. Nicholas Craven & Boldy James - Fair Exchange No Robbery 50. Ghais Guevara - There Will Be No Super-Slave 51. Lupe Fiasco - DRILL MUSIC IN ZION 52. Milc & Televangel - Neutral Milc Motel 53. ILL Conscious x Mute Won - Acres of Diamonds 54. L'Orange & Solemn Brigham - Marlowe 3 55. $ilkMoney - I Don't Give a Fuck About This Rap Shit 56. Teller Bank$ & Ed Glorious - The I & I 57. Wiki & Subjxct 5 - Cold Cuts 58. Love, Ulysses - 61​,​265​,​147 59. Vic Spencer & August Fanon - Psychological Cheat Sheet 3 60. Stik Figa x August Fanon - Heresy 61. Raz Fresco & Nicholas Craven - Boulangerie 62. QThree - U Be Ight 63. Wrecking Crew - Sedale Threat 64. eLZhi & Georgia Anne Muldrow - Zhigeist 65. Apollo Brown & Philmore Greene - Cost of Living 66. miles cooke - i used to feel things 67. Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire - I Love Y.O.U cuz Y.O.U Ugly Vol.1 68. demahjiae - Angels Wear Black 69. AJ Suede & Televangel - Metatron's Cube 70. Sacco & Vanzetti - It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You 71. Mavi - Laughing so Hard, it Hurts 72. Rhys Langston - Grapefruit Radio 73. Steel Tipped Dove & Aloe Vera - Days Pass Strange 74. PENPALS - Dimensions of Dialogue 75. Malachi. Whitman - Happy Place 76. Denzel Curry - Melt My Eyez See Your Future (Extended) 77. Lungs/LoneSword, Phiik & Cise Greeny - Where Are The Bugs!? 78. Pink Siifu & Real Bad Man - Real Bad Flights 79. Andrew - The Rain Knows What It's Doing 80. Mattic & Parental - Down In The Rabbit Hole 81. Boldy James & Futurewave - Mr. Ten08 82. Ransom & V Don - Chaos Is My Ladder 83. Torito & Small Professor - Soiled 84. Jermiside & The Expert - The Overview Effect 85. big kahuna og & graymatter - METAL GEAR SOLID 86. Duncecap & Hajino - Go Climb A Tree 87. Earl Sweatshirt - Sick! 88. Deca - Smoking Gun 89. Freddie Gibbs - Soul Sold Separately 90. Mickey Diamond & Big Ghost Ltd - Gucci Ghost 91. Rome Streetz - KISS THE RING 92. Redveil - learn 2 swim 93. Daniel Son - The Bush Doctor 94. Dälek - Precipice 95. Jesse the Tree - Pigeon Man 96. Jason Griff - Fireside Chats 2 97. Benny the Butcher - Tana Talk 4 98. Killah Priest - Mother 99. Lord jaH-Monte Ogbon & Sadhugold - The Black Möbius 100. Kipp Stone - Room 109

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Kaitlyn Walker x Anna OC note

Ms. Walker and Anna were hanging out with the older woman's friends in the pub. The music was mixing with shouting and getting too loud, so Kaitlyn went out to calm down and light a cig.

The woman took a seat on the balcony and got a lighter out. Long fingers were holding the cigarette while she looked up the starry sky. When the door opened, the girl slipped out the loud room and took a seat next to the smoking teacher.

- I've got lost for a moment... - said Anna while taking a sip of her drink.

- Sorry, I should've told you, - woman drew in on a cig, letting the cloud go away from the girl, - How's your evening? I hope my friends don't bother you...

- No worries, they are interesting. But honestly, the pub is noisy, and cocktails are nasty... - girl took another sip and looked up Ms. Walker's face.

Green tired eyes met the gray ones. They both were drunk. Not too much, but enough for intrusive thoughts to form in both heads. Their eyes were exploring each other's faces, stopping on the lips. The stare was too long. Almost eternal. Kaitlyn was the first one breaking the pause. She was holding back for too long. She was already waiting for 20 years and couldn't do it anymore. Fuck the responsibility, fuck the etiquette, fuck her ruined marriage and the ones who told her those feelings were ridiculous. Anna's lips were too much to resist, so soft, silky, and delicious, still stored the flavor of smoked whiskey cocktail she was drinking just a moment ago. There's no way back. All the flirtatious jokes, all the winking and accidental touches have created the actual tsunami of emotions and desire they both could not hold back anymore. Kaitlyn was holding Anna by the back of her neck and pressing their lips together in some insane lustful dance while the girl was holding on for her dear life and hanging on her shoulders, feeling so small and innocent. She was wondering about it every sleepless night. Every time she was feeling lonely in her small apartment, she ended up sliding three fingers deep inside, sniffing the mix of expensive perfume and cigarette smoke on the older woman's scarf she accidentally left there. Now, the dream came true. The same mix of smells filled her lungs more intensely, intoxicating the young mind, making Anna tremble.

When they pulled away, both were breathing heavily. Kaitlyn looked at a younger girl. Her own red lipstick was spread over Anna's lips, heavy lidded green eyes were looking submissive. What a beautiful kitten. So pure and needy. So confused and ready. It was worthy. Older woman took a glass out of Anna's hand and took a sip.

- You were right. The drink is awful, - she said with her voice lower than usually, - Perhaps it tastes better on your lips.

- Y-yes...Right, - Anna was still looking into her eyes, - I live two blocks away...

- And I desperately want to go to your place, kitten...

all the original characters are adults

[campbluelake]

What the Hell | Malyce Verdict Reaction

Malyce cared for no one. He was a lone wolf, and needed no one! He lived a hedonistic life of fun, freedom, and lack of care for anyone. He made his movies, he lived the high life, and he watched the world pass him by without a single worry.  But put Malyce in a group of 20 something people, all getting way too close for comfort, and the devil-may-care attitude melts away. Malyce has found comfort in these people. Strength to train, unlikely smiles, bubbling feelings of joy and belonging with these people. When did Malyce become Marion again?  Maybe when Lydia pulled him out of his shell when she called him that name that he hasn't heard in years. Whenever it happened, it kept happening, with every kind word, and every moment he felt close to these people. He felt close to Lydia, despite not talking to her enough. But that didn't matter, because their friendship was solidified more than a decade ago.

When the recap in the flames flickers to life, and show's all of them Tommy's plan, Malyce can't help but feel rage. Not only did Tommy kill his friend, but she also tricked her into nearly killing someone else! She tricked her into setting up a trap that almost killed Alice! He balls his fists as he thinks over what everyone is saying. His heart hurts. Not Malyce's, but Marion's. The young man who was scared of everything, who put his heart and soul into everything he does, only for it to be thrown back at him. The pain he felt in his chest only threatened to make him cry, and he couldn't do that. He can't cry here, who the hell is he? People don't think he's evil? Well.. he'll just have to straighten Malyce's mask on and be evil. 

That's always been easier than truly caring. 

He shoots up to his feet, approaching Tommy, jerking an angry finger at her as wide green eyes stare daggers into her. 

"You....! You despicable, pathetic, desperate worm of a woman! You pulled the strings to your dramatic little show, hoping to "win" and get out of this place! Well guess what? You lost! Like you always do! You're a loser! A sore one at that!" 

He balls his fist, unsure if he wants to say these things, but doubles down. Malyce never backs down. 

"I sure hope your execution is fucked up! I hope those weird chains drag you into your own personal Hell! A little place that makes you feel special, and vindicated, only to rip it out from under you! I hope when your ghost eventually withers away into obscurity, that you're dragged back into that Hell where you belong! You would have taken the lives of two people who mean a whoooole lot more than you just for a lousy phone call!" 

How much did he truly mean? Marion Malyce didn't know, but he had to keep saying it. It rolled off his tongue so easily, just the way it was supposed to. 

"I would have been impressed with your traps if you put a little more fucking thought into them! Pencils in a paint can? What is this? Home Alone? A fucking ten year old did a better job than you! Maybe your stuck up, arrogant ego didn't realize that this was a fight for your life, but now it is. You'll be getting everything that's coming to you and your shriveled up soul! Devoid of light, and absorbing all those within your orbit, like a fucking. Black. Hole. I feel sorry for anyone who's come in contact with it." 

Malyce's expression wavers for a moment, his snarl disappearing and only a look of hurt across his expression. Maybe he was going too hard. Maybe he was being too cruel. He shakes those feelings away and waves a dismissive hand before walking back to his seat. 

"Enjoy eternity, you piece of shit." 

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 4 — Handjob

Pairing || Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 700

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, major age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early 40’s), infidelity, pet names, handjob (in a car), teasing, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Kinktober Masterlist

You admired Bucky from the passenger seat as he drove, becoming more aroused and needy for him each second that passed by. He didn’t notice you whoring him out as he kept his eyes on the dark road, tapping his finger on the steering wheel while humming along to the radio.

God, his sexy and scruffy beard had you ache between your legs, wanting him to bury himself there, and his clothed cock that strained against his pants had your hand twitching, wanting to feel him in your grasp.

Fuck getting to the secluded location for your secret hookup; you wanted a piece of him now.

You leaned in closer, skimming your lips on the shell of his ear. You placed your hand on his covered chest and traced it downwards to the hem of his pants.

“Hmm, already, baby? We haven’t even arrived yet.” He smirked.

“I can’t keep my hands off you any longer.” You purr in his ear while palming him through the jeans, making him groan and lick his lips.

You undid his belt, popped his button open and unzipped the zipper, pulling out his semi-hard cock from its confinements. You took him in a firm grip, making him suck in a breath at the touch and swallow thickly.

You traced his thick vein delicately along the shaft with the tip of your finger, making him groan. Bucky almost lost it when you smeared the leaking pre-cum around his head with your thumb.

“Holy fuck, baby.” He cursed as his eyes became heavy, shuddering in his seat.

“Keep your eyes on the road. You don’t want us to crash now, do you? I won’t be able to touch you like this then.”

Your sultry voice murmuring in his ear as you confidently grip just underneath his head had him groan deeply and tilt his head back for a brief moment before returning to concentrate on the empty road ahead.

A glob of your saliva ran down his cock. The slickness made it easier for you to effortlessly pump his aching and needy cock to the very tip before sinking to the base. You put your wrist hard at work on his entire length as you increase the speed.

“You like that, baby?”

“God, it’s so fucking good.” His words came out in a croaked groan as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

The sloppy sounds of his wet cock and his hoarse groans had your clit pulsate for attention. But that would have to wait for later. Right now, all your focus was on Bucky and his impressive cock.

You stop at a red traffic light, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you passionately—holding your jaw tightly as he moves his tongue against yours.

When the light turns green, and you haven’t moved yet, the car behind you honks, making you slow down the movements on his length. Bucky scrambles for a second to get the car going again, making you giggle at his flustered state.

Once moving again towards your destination, you glide your hand fast along his shaft—tip to base. Bucky desperately jerks his hips into your tight grip, so close to coming.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me—“ He groans deeply in pleasure as he explodes. Ropes of his thick cum spurt out of his red tip, coatings your hand.

You raise your eyebrows in delight and part your lips as you watch his twitching cock in awe as it empties itself entirely.

“Yes, baby. Yes, yes, yes.” You muttered against his cheek in satisfaction while still pumping his sensitive cock until he spilled every single drop.

You’d finally arrived at your secluded destination. Bucky grabbed the back of your neck hard and crashed his lips into yours for a sloppy kiss.

A smirk played on your lips as you looked down at your hand, and his dick covered in cum and spit.

“Oh, what a mess, baby. Here, let me clean that up.” You purr against him before leaning down and taking his red and sensitive head in your mouth.

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CHAPTER 3

"You expect me to play with you? It's been years since I played" Madilyn asked as she fixed her pigtails and reapplied her peach lip gloss. Mike stared at the girl with admiration and hope," Yes, yes I do". "I would love to but I have to be at the game tonight"

"Please Mads no one else will do it !" He begged. She smiled and squished his cheeks pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, "Sorry Mikey I wish I could help you" The brunette watched as he groaned and walked away but not before hugging her and quickly walking away with his curly-haired friend who pouted as she walked away. She was about to turn when she tripped over someone's foot looking up quickly she spotted Melanie and her posse

"What the fuck Melanie!?" She yelled while standing up and rubbing her knees. "Oops," She said causing Tweedle-dee and Andrew to laugh. "What is your guy's problem?" She glared as she walked up to the two her and Andrew's chest touching as he looked down at her with a smirk

"Take a guess princess Andrew smirked while licking his lips. Mads rolled her eyes as she walked away picking up her backpack and speed walking to the gymnasium. She hated him. His smile, his stupid green eyes that she used to get lost in. That mother fucker dared to treat her like that? Oh, she'll get them back.

"Let's go Tigers!" The cheer team chanted, "Go go Tigers!". The basketball team was warming up as the band played their instruments loudly. Once everyone was in their seats the principal spoke on the microphone that was placed in the center of the gymnasium.

"Everyone now please rise for our national anthem" He spoke. Madilyn and the rest of the gym stood up, "Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. From Nashville, our very own, Tammy Thompson!"

Madilyn groaned as she held her head in her hands as the rest of the gym cheered. She couldn't keep count of how many times Tammy made her ears bleed. Tammy made her way up to the microphone stand as the principal walked away. She waved and blew kisses not subtly winking at Matthew who frowned and avoided the blonde's eye while fixing his jersey.

Once she stood at the stand, she waited for a second before beginning to sing the national anthem, and of course, it was a psychical form of a migraine. The microphone feedback whined as she continued to sing. "I want her to sing at my funeral" Madilyn whispered to Chrissy.

She would much rather watch the game like a normal person than dance and cheer but Chrissy and Daniel had forced her to join the group so she couldn't get out of this," Push 'em back, defense! Push 'em back!". Like what type of dumbass chant is that.

She giggled, "Listening to her already makes me feel the five stages of grief". Madilyn giggled loudly, causing the principal to glare at her from across the room. Chrissy noticed and giggled softly with Mads until the torture came to the end and the game began.

Tigers 32:36 Falcons

Fucking hell, even the chant isn't working, who would've thought. 1 minute and 20 seconds left of the game.

Tigers 51 : 50 Falcons

Madilyn's hopes were brought back up. She was so into the game that she was screaming at the players. Chrissy laughed at her enthusiastic friend before cheering again. "Timeout, Timeout!" Jason yelled at the 25-second mark as he aggressively created the T symbol with his hands.

Tigers 69:69 Falcons

Madilyn laughed at the scoreboard before the game continued. Jason was passed the ball and he went to shoot his shot, however, he missed completely. This caused Lucas to catch the ball. He dribbled it back and almost as of it were in slow motion, he went to shoot his shot. The ball danced around the rim of the hoop. Madilyn's heart was pounding and everyone in the gym was on the edge of their seat.

Only three seconds left.

Two.

One.

The ball then slowly fell into the hoop.

Zero.

The crowd roared; it was louder than it was ever before. Madilyn and Chrissy wrapped their arms around each other and jumped in the air excitedly while, pretty much, screaming. Everyone ran over to Lucas and cheered with him, his team hugged the boy yelling excitedly when he caught the eyes of Madilyn who he ran over to and pull her into a hug as she whispered congratulations in his ear

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Ok but know that you asked for this 🫡

(Also, before I get into it: good luck with your house work and finding your ring. May it be in the most obvious spot when you find it like ‘oh duh I put it there’. Cause then it was never lost and that’s better feeling then actually losing something important… at least to me that’s how it feels lol).

My weirdest sleep token experience, and my only other one is this*:

It’s February. The Summoning has just released like a week before, and I get the funny haha videos like ‘oh Sleep Token, making sure there’s plenty of metalhead November babies this year’. I fall in love with the little snippet of the song I’ve heard. It’s late at night, I’m in the car on the way home from a Saturday grocery shopping with my parents. I am very overstimulated cause I get super overstimulated when I’m shopping with my dad (I love him but he is ver overwhelming, and loud, and honestly!?? A bit like the experience of shopping with a toddler). I pull up The Summoning. I know NOTHING about Sleep Token. I am a recovering kpop addict, I don’t look into bands anymore tbh, why would I know ANYTHING about them? I admire the cover art. I play the song. At first, I am like ‘is this even the same song?? The lyrics are the same, so the one on reels/tiktok MUST be a cover. I like this better I think.’ Then we get to the change, and I’m like ‘oh this is AMAZING. I put it on repeat. We get around, 20 minutes from home?? I get a migraine, again I’m very overstimulated, and while I didn’t realize I had migraines until this summer, I was expecting the headache. I get an aura/visual disturbance. Again, not unexpected, I get flashes of neon purple and green on the corner of my vision when I have migraines. This time tho?? This time it’s black and white and it’s in the shape of a guy. A hooded guy, who’s face I can’t make out. (I think he had eyes, but I’m not sure if there was more then one pair).

I freaked out so fucking much, I’m not sure how people around me didn’t notice (I was in the car with three other people, my mom, my dad, my sister). Thinking about it still freaks me out, cause… yeah that looked like Vessel.

I changed the music to lo-fi and leaned my head on the seat in front of me until we got home, and I just tried to will the weird headache/visual disturbance away. Eventually it faded.

Secretly I wish I had just let it play out now, see what would have happened, probably nothing else would have happened, but yeah. That’s my mega weird sleep token experience!

*(unless you count me picking up the og Sundowning vinyl in a random record shop in a barn in the middle of no where a whole year before getting into them… if only I could go back in time and tell past me to get it, cause they will by your favorite band by this time next year)

@a-little-lynx (this got long long, so new post time)

!!! Ok, so my moms kitchen island is like. The bottom half of an antique china cabinet?? I can’t remember if her and my dad took the top off or if it came that way. I do think they put the metal on it tho. It’s really pretty! (When it is clean lol. Not pictured is the pile of containers of little tomatoes, and how if you rub the top you get that metal… ‘stain’ on your fingers😂)

And… to be real with you, my ‘sleep token smell’ is actually my one of my two ‘weird’ sleep token experiences😅. Basically I was smelling it before I found the candle. I’d be minding my own business and then boom. I’d smell it and be like ‘sleep token time’. Then when I found the candle, the smell stopped happening?? It was.. uhh odd… but yeah. I’m just like ‘oh ok. I was meant to find this candle, and associate it with them.’

The other one was WAY weirder, lol, I won’t info dump at you about it. (Unless you want to know. But I know this kinda just came outta no where).

But patchouli, cedarwood and amber sound so so so good together?? I know we have essential oils for patchouli and cedarwood, but I don’t think we have anything that would smell like amber😅 so close to being able to smell it lol. Is there a bath and bodywork’s candle of it, cause if so👀 I never need an excuse to go to bath and bodywork’s lmao.

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@totallycorrectjediorderquotes Thanks for letting me borrow the quotes! Love your content!

It seemed like clickbait at first, just another Holotuber desperate for their 15 minutes of fame. However, one particularly curious Rodian had clicked on the link while waiting for her lunch at Dex's and the opening lines of the holovid had immediately caught the attention of everyone in her vicinity.

“Hi everyone! I’m Jedi Master Kit Fisto and, with permission of course, I’m posting this to share some behind-the-scenes clips of the Jedi Council. Most of these are going to have no context, but that makes them funnier. So without any further ado, let me introduce our very own Master of the Order, Mace Windu without any context! Buckle up gentle beings, prepare to have your whole galaxy shaken.”

“Is this real?” A twi’lek whispered from beside her, his eyes impossibly wide. She shrugged. The Jedi were not exactly the most popular beings in the galaxy after all.

The first few seconds were nothing but a black screen before it began shaking and moved to show a round room filled with multiple chairs and large windows, which led to Coruscants skyline, indigo’s had begun to bleed to black. The camera panned to the right in which you could see a hologram of Shaak Ti and Kit Fisto curled up in his chair next to her. Briefly, Adi Gallia and Eeth Koth were in the shot.

Kit looked across the room with a shit-eating grin. “Dead Sifo-Dyas? More like kawaii desu baka Sifo-Dyas”

The camera quickly oved to the left to where Plo Koon had reared back in surprise. Master Yoda was letting out evil cackles while Mace Windu stared with a hard expression. “Blocked” He threw his hands in the air.

Chuckles and Kit’s pleads filled the room as the camera flipped to show the filmer to be Saesee Tiin. He grinned. “Council Session number 21: Kit Fisto gets fucking Removed from the Jedi Order.”

The clip stopped and went to a rainbow screen.

The Twi’lek giggled beside her, his green skin flushing a bit. “Wonder what else is in there?” hey shared a look.

The rainbow screen cut to a pair of fuzzy socks padding their way through a hall to a dimly lit kitchen. The sound of kitchen utensils echoed as the filmer peeked around the corner. A chrono displayed the time as 4:12 AM, the year set as 48 BBY. A younger Mace milled around the kitchen in a simple amethyst purple sweater and earbuds. His head bopped softly as me mixed whatever he was making in the bowl.

A young voice came from behind the camera. “Master… what are you doing?”

Mac looked up and removed an earbud. “Making chocolate pudding.”

The filmer now known as Depa Billaba made small noise. “It is four o clock in the morning, why on earth are you making chocolate pudding?”

Mace shrugged with a smirk. “Because I’ve lost control of my life.”

Depa snorted and the camera flipped to show a 16 year old Depa wearing a matching smirk.

A young Mon Calamari cooed and pointed to a drawing on the wall signed DB. “Aren’t they the cutest? He looks like such a proud dad.”

Another clip began playing, this time it was set during the afternoon, the sun shone through the council chambers windows. The camera panned to show the worried faces of each council member present. Only one seat was empty. A few council members were whispering to each other in concern, eyes constantly going to the doors or the seat. The doors creaked open to reveal Mace rubbing his eyes.

Adi rose a brow and chuckled a bit. “How long have you been asleep?”

Mace yawned and slumped in his seat. “I was awake for two hours on Tungsday”

Adi frowned. A couple muffled “Oh Shit’s” came from the other Jedi. “That doesn't answer my question... You know its Primeday, right?”

Mace’s reply was cut off.

“That’s…. very concerning.”

The Mon Calamari nodded. “Sounds like a mini coma to me.”

That didn’t exactly bode well for the Jedi if they only got rest from sleeping in coma’s.

The camera shook as the filmer seemed to adjust its setting before flipping up to show a med bay where injured clones were resting. Mace was pacing while Obi-Wan Kenobi sat cross-legged on a bed. “Look at me, okay? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I’m a wreck!”

Obi-Wan smirked a bit but rose an eyebrow.

Mace sighed. “I mean, sure I still look good, but that’s just genetics.”

The camera panned to where a clone in armour with purple paint sighed and shook his head like a friend watching their friend get back with their ex for the 50th time. “General please.”

Another Rodian snickered at the clone’s plight.

The camera cut to where Mace and Saesee were laying on their backs, Mace had his legs propped against the wall of the council chambers while Saesee had starfished beside him. “What did we learn, Master Tiin?”

Saesee grunted and shrugged. “I have no idea”

Mac sighed. “I don't fucking know either. I guess we learned notto do it again.”

Saesee nodded serenely. “Yep.”

Mace dragged his hands down his face. “I'm fucked if I know what we did.”

“Yes, it's hard to say.”

Mace blew out a breath. “Jesus Fucking Christ.”

The Rodian laughed as the clip cut itself off. “OH goodness, I thought Jedi weren’t allowed to feel emotion?”

The camera cut to a small group of Masters sitting in a room full of waterfalls and plants: children could be hear giggling in the distance. A small title in the upper corner of the screen read. The Room of A Thousand Fountains.

Eeth was sitting with his arms planted in the grass behind him. “Let’s play truth or dare.” Mace was laying in the grass beside him. He shrugged. “I’ll play.” Eeth grinned. “Truth or Dare?” Mace hummed. “Truth.” “When was the last time you slept?” Mace blinked. “Dare…” “I dare you to go to bed.” “I hate this game.” Suddenly a large cloak was thrown over Mace and one Plo Koon was there the next, a vehement “SLEEP” hissing out of his mask.

The clip stopped.

The Twi’lek blinked. “I-is that a regular occurrence in the temple?”

A dark room filed with a large holoscreen and multiple Jedi appeared after the previous one. Mace was staring at Anakin Skywalker. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I'd like to offer you some friendly advice.”

Anakin frowned at him and shook his head. “I don't need your help.”

“Consider it unfriendly advice then, dipshit.”

The clip cut off.

The next video was of Mace walking out of the council chambers. “Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.”

“MACE NO-”

The clip stopped.

The Rodian stammered. “D-do they get therapy? Do they have time for therapy!?”

Hysterical laughter could be heard as the camera shook. “Mace when did you become such a comedian?” The camera moved to show Mace.

“I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke”

It suddenly cut to show Depa sneaking up behind Mace with a grin. She held up a finger to her lips before jumping to cover Mace’s eyes with her hands.

“Guess who!?”

Mace startled and reared back slightly. “It’s either my former Padawan or the cold, clammy hands of death.” The filmer snorted.

“It’s Depa!”

“Dammit.”

“He sounded genuinely disappointed then.”

The video was shorter with Mace sitting in The Halls Of Healing. “Master Windu you need better self-care habits.” A Twi’lek was admonishing.

“Self-care is drinking 20 cups of Caf and Lightsaber Dueling a Sith Lord.”

The Twi’leks sigh was longsuffering.

The Rodian blinked as the video ended, the next one already loading.

The Mon Calamari whistled. “The Jedi are…. Different to what I expected.”

The Rodian nodded.

“Yeah…”

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order’s up!

— Osamu gets a big order of some rather strange rice ball combinations an hour before closing. He doesn’t expect that he’d find the customer who ordered to be so damn cute.

pairing: miya osamu x reader word count: 2,387 genre: fluff, post manga timeskip

a/n: first haikyuu fic and aHH it was so fun to write ,, i didn’t expect osamu to be my first but here we are and tbh i am not mad~ ;) FJSDHKJ hope u enjoy!!

“One unagi onigiri to go-- Your order’s ready!”

A middle-aged man stood up from his seat at the waiting area and headed over to the counter, thanking Osamu for the fresh onigiri and making brief small talk. As the man left, Osamu looked at the customer next in line, thankful there was only one person in here so close to closing time.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he stated when your gaze met his, lips quirking up to give his best customer service smile.

You nodded with a warm smile of your own before looking down at the phone in your hands, murmuring what he thought sounded like “salmon, plum, beef, extra green onions, heavy on the seasoning.” Now, he liked to think there were no rules to onigiri, but part of him did hope you wouldn’t ask for all those ingredients in one gigantic, imbalanced rice ball. Maybe you were reciting a large number of individual orders.

He shrugged. Money was money, and all onigiri was good onigiri when made with his special Miya love. Miya love that was specific to Osamu in particular, of course. Atsumu could never recreate it even if he tried-- Not that he ever tried. The day he tried in something other than volleyball would be the day Osamu said he was the worst onigiri chef in Japan.

In other words, never.

Osamu hustled over to the cash register and you took that as your cue to step forward, hands fidgeting with your wallet and cellphone.

He smirked to himself in silent amusement. A shy one, were you? By now he had lost count of all the nervous and fidgety costumers he had gotten at his shop, but to allow them to stay that way simply wouldn’t do. If his patrons weren’t 100% comfortable in his care--well, as comfortable they could be in an onigiri shop--it meant he was doing his job wrong.

As the owner of Onigiri Miya he wanted to make sure every customer would leave with a smile and a desire to come again soon. That was how he built rapport and got so many regulars after all.

“I can take your order whenever you’re ready,” said Osamu in a slow pace, encouraging you to slow your rhythm as you tapped your fingertip restlessly against your protective phone case. Were you in a hurry? You seemed rather antsy, but he went on. “There’s no rush here.”

There was less than an hour until closing and he figured you would be the last customer of the day-- Meaning there was no reason not to slow down. As much as Osamu appreciated how lively his hometown could be, he also enjoyed quieter moments like these.

Not everything had to be so loud. Not everything had to be moving so fucking fast all the time. And he learned that in some instances, he could just control the pace himself.

Your worried chatter brought him out of his musing. “Are you sure? Because I know you close soon and I really didn’t want to come in so late but the guys are still down over a loss and said this was their favorite comfort food,” you said, eyebrows furrowed in a tell of concern. “It’s kind of a big order, so if you need to start cleaning up for closing I can just go to another store-- Sorry for imposing!”

He blinked. He thought he just said there was no rush to imply he wasn’t worried and you shouldn’t be either, but you didn’t seem to pick up on that.

“Hey, you’re not imposing,” Osamu soothed, somewhat alarmed at your apprehension. “You said someone was down over a loss? You on a sports team?”

Losing sucked. Osamu knew this firsthand.

Sure, in hindsight it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but while it could sure feel that way sometimes. If it was bad enough, it could take a few days to really get over and grow from it. So hearing that Onigiri Miya was someone’s comfort food that could help cheer them up on days like those… That certainly gave him reason to puff his chest up a little more.

“Yeah! Well, kind of.” You moved your head side-to-side as if unsure of your answer. “I help assist the volleyball team at my university. It’s my last year in school and I’m sure all of the other fourth years are bummed too.” Catching the small frown on your face, you stopped yourself before it spread, clearing your throat. “But it’s okay! At least we all had fun. And now they’ll be getting some of their favorite food to cheer them up-- If you’re still taking orders, that is…?”

He nodded. “‘Course I am.” Osamu flashed you a grin intended to make your worries disappear. “What kinda store owner would I be if I couldn’t make your team their pick-me-up food?”

The two of you shared a look before you tore your gaze away, biting your lower lip to hide your smile.

“Thank you, then,” you murmured, unlocking your phone to what appeared to be a notes app.

Osamu picked up his pen with a short hum. “Ready to take your order when you are.”

“Right.” You stared at your screen in concentration before listing off what you had written. “Can I have three salmon onigiris with green onions, two umeboshi and mentaiko with light seasoning and ginger, one tempura and unagi with green onions and sesame seeds and heavy seasoning, two…”

As he noted your orders, some arguably stranger than others--not that he should be one to judge, what with his own peculiar preferences--he made a mental note of how cute your voice sounded and tucked it away in the depth of his mind. Was cute the word for it? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he guessed that sounded okay enough. There was something about hearing you talk that made Osamu want to hear more, even if it was just a list of onigiri ingredients.

He huffed. Weird.

When you finished he repeated back your order, affirming it was all correct.

“Great, so I’ll be with you in about 15 to 20 minutes with your order ready,” he informed as he held the paper with the dishes he had to make. “You can have a seat at one of the tables ‘til I return.”

You nodded at his words but hesitantly opened your mouth. “Erm-- Wait!”

He looked back at you, mere steps away from the cooking area.

“Is it just you working at this hour?” you asked, standing with your hands folded behind your back as you craned your neck.

“Yeah, we don’t get many late customers on a Tuesday night so I’m the only one closin’ today.” Osamu gave you a curious once-over. Bright eyes, nervous yet playful smile, cute outfit-- Damn, he sure was using the word cute a lot today. All in relation to you nonetheless. “Why?”

“Are you sure the order isn’t too big for you in this hour?” Once again, you were fretting. He reckoned he ought to teach you some relaxation techniques and tips of how to be less...selfless. “Do you need some, uh, help?”

The corner of Osamu’s lip twitched upwards. Help? What were you planning on doing if he said yes? Learn the basics of food safety and onigiri-making in less than 20 minutes so you could assist him in making your order?

Something told him that was, in fact, what you were ready to do.

Cute.

“Stop stressin’, sweetheart,” he said with a tsk, not bothering to hide his amused grin. “I’ve handled bigger orders than this. You just rest your pretty little head and I’ll be finished before you know it.”

Though you still looked concerned, you nodded and sat down, probably figuring you would be more of a hindrance in his onigiri-making flow than anything else.

“Don’t miss me too much-- And don’t even think of saying sorry or anythin’ like that!” His tone was teasing but he meant what he said. You were a customer at Onigiri Miya and he wanted no patron of his to be worrying this much if he could do anything to help it. “The store’s still open and I’ve no issue taking your order. ‘Kay?”

You blinked. “Okay. I… Thank you, uh, Miya-san.”

“Just Miya’s fine.”

“Right. Miya. Thank you.”

He sauntered off into the kitchen to get started with your order and as he went through making your onigiri, he hoped you wouldn’t still be feeling bad about a big order that wasn’t even that big compared to others he got. Besides, you had already paid for the order. There was no point worrying after the transaction went through.

Osamu soon made his way down the list of rice balls and, just like he promised, popped his head out of the kitchen along with three, full takeout containers in record time.

“For the cutest customer here tonight-- Order’s up!”

You perked up at the mouthwatering smell of his onigiri, pressing a hand to your stomach as you hummed. “I’m the only customer here tonight, but since your food smells so yummy I will choose to let that comment slide.”

Holding the bag of takeout in front of his, Osamu smirked at your surprisingly steadfast composure. You didn’t get flustered at his unabashed compliment like he thought you would, and for some reason that made you seem even more appealing.

As you accepted the order, he quipped, “Only customer here or not, you’re still the cutest.”

You wrapped your fingers around the handle of the takeout bag, the edge of your pinky brushing against his thumb. “Hmm, then-- I guess you’re definitely the cutest worker here tonight, even though it is by default.”

Osamu laughed, both in amusement and in happiness after finally getting you to feel comfortable in his shop.

“A compliment’s a compliment and I’m not above being the cutest by default,” he said with a lazy drawl, watching as you set the onigiri bag on the counter in front of you while easing into a conversation with him.

“As if you would ever have to win by default. You seem much too handsome and talented for that.”

It sounded like you were flirting. Were you flirting? He noted the mischievous glint in your eyes and the way you lingered in the store instead of leaving once you received your order.

Yeah. You were so flirting.

“Cute.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, nothing.” He smiled secretively but wouldn’t expand on what he said despite your questioning look.

You narrowed your eyes. “Sure, okay then.” Your fingers wrapped and unwrapped themselves from the handle of the to-go bag, like you didn’t want to leave just yet but didn’t know what was left to say. “Well-- Um, thank you for the order! I’m sure this’ll cheer the team right up.”

“And you as well, I hope.”

“Of course. I haven’t even tasted it but it already has.”

Just being here already has, is what you seemed to say. Osamu rather liked that implication.

“But… I still feel kind of bad for ordering all this so close to your closing hours,” you said sheepishly, rubbing the side of your neck like it had a knot. “I’m sorry.”

Osamu waved his hand at your words. “Please, what do you have to apologize for? Making me do my job?” he asked cheekily, his sideways grin showing teeth. “You shouldn’t feel bad.” He noticed the way you brought your lower lip into your mouth with uncertainty and he continued, “But if you still do...there is a way you could repay me and soothe those worries.”

You looked up, eyes widened. “How? I’d do anything.”

Dangerous words coming from such pretty little lips.

He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, unintentionally bringing your attention to his forearms. “Let me treat you out this weekend, yeah?”

Your gaze followed his hands as you nodded. “Yea--” You blinked to snap out of your daze and he stifled a laugh. “Wait, wait! Shouldn’t I be the one to treat you?”

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I were to ask you out on a date and tell you to pay?”

Maybe Atsumu would’ve made his date pay for their meal and activities of the day, but Osamu wasn’t him. Osamu had class.

“A date?” you parroted. “As in one with me? And you? Together?”

There wasn’t anyone else in the store he could be asking. Nope, just you and your awkwardly cute self.

Osamu nodded in affirmation. A date is just what he was asking you out on. “Well, only if you want, of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to contain the wide smile that threatened to spread across your face. “I wouldn’t mind a date with the cutest worker here tonight,” you teased, looking around the store before meeting landing on his face. “I still want to be the one to treat you, though. It’s the least I could do.”

As happy as he was that you didn’t reject him, he didn’t give. “Don’t worry about treating me-- Your company’s a better treat than money could buy.” You snorted at his pickup line and Osamu silently cursed his brother for saying that line would always work. And then cursed himself for believing it. “Look, I’ll pay. I insist.”

“I insist too.”

You held each other’s gaze, neither one wavering. He seemed to realize you weren’t going to give in, but he wasn’t planning on it either. He huffed, shaking his head, entertained. “Okay, then. How ‘bout we rock-paper-scissors it when the day comes?”

“Fine by me,” you laughed, hiding the bottom half of your face with your hand. He wanted to hold it in his so he could see the full smile you were covering, but Osamu decided he could save that for another time. “But don’t think you’ll have an easy win! I’ll have you know I play a mean game of rock-paper-scissors.”

“‘Course you do, sweetheart.”

And he didn’t doubt that at all.

As strange as the orders were and as nervous as you may have been at the start, Osamu found himself rather fond of you. Was working overtime worth it just for a date with a cute costumer?

Yeah, he decided. It was.

a/n: y/n’s vball team waiting for their comfort food after a bad loss while y/n and osamu are just there flirting after hours: 👁💧👄💧👁