#the idea of many things feels painful tonight. im not well

[the-heron]

well now that artfight has started i guess i have to draw shit dont i. thats crazy

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[spnregular]

also do breeding kink fic :3

like they do on the discovery channel is the second fic i wrote for the fandom and is my single most popular fic for spn! im very flattered by the response i've gotten on it and was honestly soooo surprised that it was so well received. i mean there are so many amazing writers in this fandom that i never thought i would be noticed like this lol. ive posted the whole fic here under the cut, unlike my other commentaries, because it is fun and it's short (like 3.5k words)

I wrote this post-tonsillectomy so i was essentially on lean for two weeks. I got the idea for it when i was waking up one day, in a haze of pain and dehydration “cas should… cas should get dean pegant… or at least get to try…”

Cas was always shutting Dean up in bed. He didn’t even need any gags or sexy rules to do it. Fuck, he didn’t even need to tell Dean to shut up. No, Cas knew what to say to turn all of Dean’s casual flirtation, all of his showiest and cheesiest lines, into long, drawn-out moans and soft whimpers. Cas could have Dean gasping and unable to talk for hours without even trying.

“You’re so beautiful, Dean.”

“I’d fight my way through hell again and again for this.”

“I’ve never met anyone, anything, like you, in all my eons of life and death.”

“You’re such a good boy.”

“You’re mine.”

Cas knew how to take care of Dean. Through push and pull– long nights, hard talks, and soft touches– they came to understand how to tease pleasure from their bodies, leaving them both crying out and rent asunder.

Dean was no slouch. He knew that Cas liked it when he blushed, when he gave in. It was hard at first, really hard. But the look on Cas’s face every time Dean relaxed into a touch, when Dean let the soft thing between them flourish and unfurl? Not to mention the butterflies in his stomach, or the blush that would creep up his chest with every word. It was so worth it. So, Dean sucked it up and let Cas be sweet on him. Dean could think of a couple of things worse than having a sweet-talking angel in his bed, night after night. 

The thing was, the guy was always battin’ a hundred and there was nothing Dean could do about it. Even when Cas was off his game, saying some weird shit, Dean kinda got off on it. Dean knew that Cas didn’t expect anything back, he just wanted Dean comfortable in their bed and in his arms. But sometimes– sometimes Dean wondered if he could do that for Cas, too. Make him feel special, get him hot and dumb crazy. 

So this is sort of my response to most destiel fic being made after 2020. Im a deangirl, i eat this shit up and i do believe that cas is doing all this (the praise kink, the service topping) for dean in a post canon world. BUT… i think dean would want to return the favor. Dean likes knowing that he can make people happy, he likes to please. I think Dean would start feeling some kinda way if he couldnt give it back.

Tonight was nothing special– middle of the week, still before 9PM, meaning they would have time to catch the late night M*A*S*H reruns. Sam and Eileen were out on a hunt, Jack was off doing Heaven shit, and Cas was buried to the hilt into Dean’s ass, the both of them splayed out on their bed.

Dean had a leg thrown over Cas’s shoulder and one curled around his waist. Cas’s face was buried into Dean’s collar bone, nipping and biting, exactly how Dean liked it. His arms and hands— Christ, his fucking hands— were wrapped around Dean so softly, so tenderly. Like Dean wasn’t some six-foot, killing-machine. Like Dean was something worth caring for. Dean’s stomach swooped hard when their eyes locked and he saw Cas thinking exactly that. Those otherworldly blue eyes, unguarded and hooded with lust, dazed with admiration. Dean bit his lip and squeezed his thighs around Cas, causing those same eyes to flutter shut in unabashed pleasure. 

“Dean,” Cas gasped his name as though it were an exalted prayer, “Dean, you feel so good. So good, for me.”

How the fuck was Dean supposed to keep up with that?

W-when destiel is i-in luv……… !!!

Dean moaned and turned his face away to mouth at Cas’s wrist. He screwed his eyes shut and focused on the feeling of the connection between their bodies, the slick friction of Cas fucking into him hard. On each thrust, Dean let out a grunt or groan, unable to keep any of it in. It felt like Cas was trying to do more than just fuck Dean, like he was trying to—

“Oh, fuck, C-Cas,” Dean choked out, “You tryna knock me up, pal?”

Cas gasped– his hips stuttering, losing their fine tuned rhythm. 

So you know how cas just doesnt expect that he gets to be happy? Well he’s REALLY not expecting dean to just randomly guess the horny nuclear codes to his brain.

“Cas?” Dean asked, blearily, blinking his eyes open slowly. Cas was breathing hard over him, his sides expanding wide with each breath, like great wings flapping slow.

Cas moaned, his eyes heavily hooded, hips still grinding deep into Dean. 

He gathered Dean in his arms, pulling as far as Dean’s hips would allow. Cas bit down gently into the crook of Dean’s neck and groaned. Dean’s stomach swooped low and he hissed in pleasure from the feeling of Cas’s teeth grazing against him like a promise. 

Cas pulled Dean up to his chest, holding Dean up against the headboard. Dean braced his arms against it, though he knew Cas could handle him. Every muscle in Cas’s body seemed taut, poised and directed to the one purpose of fucking Dean. Dean licked and bit his lip, trying to dampen the need and want to lick every long line on Cas’s neck, his chest. Cas practically snarled at him, pushing Dean hard against the headboard and crushing his lips in a sloppy kiss, biting and licking. Dean gasped into his mouth, from pain and pleasure, his eyes almost crossing. Cas was relentless. 

When Dean’s eye refocused, the look on Cas’s face threatened to take his breath away all over again. His face shone with sweat in the low lamp light and his mouth hung open, color high on his cheeks. But his eyes– his eyes were focused on Dean, unwavering, cataloging every move Dean made, every twitch of his body. When their eyes met fully, Dean’s heart threatened to pound out of his chest. 

“Angel,” Dean rasped out and moaned, a smile and spit scrawled all over his face, “You seem… kinda excited.” A real pot and kettle moment— Dean’s dick hadn’t been this hard in a decade.

So ive said this before i love when cas loses control over dean. I love that dean is his special brain button. AND i am first and foremost a monster fucker, so i like when cas is clearly not human and has an inhuman appetite for all things Dean Winchester. Also, dean dick issues moment.

Somehow, Cas’s face turned even redder, his blush bleeding down onto his heaving chest. Cas groaned again into Dean’s shoulder and thrust into Dean with such fervor that Dean threw his head back, almost painfully into the wall. Cas kept going, his hips bucking erratically like he couldn’t help himself. He placed one hand on Dean’s hip and squeezed hard— Dean knew there’d be a bruise tomorrow.

This felt new.

So i love reading kinky shit abt destiel but man do i think they are wont to fall into the rhythm of one two three fingers cock. Mostly bc dean (while a cnc queen) honestly kinda likes it. He likes the familiarity of getting dicked down by someone he actually wants to want him. Not to call dean vanilla bc he isnt, but he is a creature of comfort. So when he accidentally sets off something new it’s noticeable. 

“That a yes?” Dean smiled and asked, his hand coming up to run through the sweaty hair on the nape of Cas’s neck, “You like that idea? You wanna knock me up?”

Dean’s chest heaved against Cas, feeling Cas’s loud moan more than hearing it– their bodies were so, so hot, so slick everywhere they touched. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, hands trailing up and down Cas’s spine. He rolled his hips down onto Cas’s dick, spurring Cas further into action.

Dean grunted, trying to even out his breathing. He wanted to see where this would go, see exactly what this was doing to Cas, shame be damned. He whispered hot and heavy into Cas’s ear, “C’mon, angel, you wanna fill me up?”

Dean is eager to please here and yeah he’s letting horny brain win over.

Cas made a choked noise and pressed his nose hard into Dean’s neck and inhaled. Dean let a shiver roll through him at the feeling of Cas’s breath on his neck. Cas’s thrusts picked up speed, heady intention building up faster and faster.

“Dean,” Cas rasped, “C-Can I, Dean?” His voice was so tight, so low. 

Dean nipped at Cas’s ear, “You want to?”

Dean pulled back to run his nose along Cas’s, relishing the feeling of their mixed breath. Cas breathed hot against him and nodded fast.

Dean’s eyes widened when Cas pulled back to look at him. His fucking eyes— they were focused, pupils blown… They were fucking glowing. 

“Cas?” Dean licked his lips, his own eyes wide with shock.

Cas’s eyes locked onto Dean’s tongue and from there they were both lost.

Horny monster brain take over… while im writing this commentary im sort of thinking about how angel possession only requires one instance of consent and then you’re kinda locked into it…. Makes u think…! 

Cas claimed Dean’s mouth again, his tongue thrust so far into Dean’s mouth. Dean’s eyes rolled back into his head and all he knew was Cas’s hot mouth and big hands. Dean moaned into the feeling, letting it wash over him, slow and warm like liquor, when Cas pulled out of him abruptly.

“H-h—“ Dean didn’t get a word out until he was being manhandled face down into the bed, hips aloft to present, dick dripping and hanging under him. Cas fell into place over him so fast, Dean barely had time to mourn the loss of his presence.

Cas growled as he bit the shell of Dean’s ear gently, his hand running down the cleft of Dean’s ass. Dean was so loose—they were just fucking so hard— he wasn’t sure where Cas was going with this. Nonetheless, Dean hummed in satisfaction when Cas stuck his fingers deep in Dean, pumping fast. Dean could still feel Cas’s dick, hard against his ass, rubbing as Cas rutted into him. Dean whined and canted his hips even higher, clearly letting Cas know what he wanted. 

Cas panted in Dean’s ear, pushing Dean’s hips back down. He braced his forehead against Dean’s shoulder and pulled his fingers out to spread Dean’s ass wide. Dean balled his fists into the sheets of the bed, biting back what would have been an embarrassing sound. Some good it did him— he still moaned like a fuckin’ girl when Cas slid back into him, fast and easy and big.

Dean is always moaning like a girl when cas fucks him good btw. He can have a diff gender in bed, as a treat. 

Cas moved quickly, thrusting in and out of Dean like the rent was due. Cas hooked one forearm around Dean’s chest, his hand splayed across Dean’s collar bones, almost possessive of his neck; the other hand gripped Dean’s waist, holding Dean so firmly in place. Dean was at a loss— there was no keeping up at this point, no moving, no fucking back. Just a question lingering in the back of Dean’s mind.

“You gonna breed me, sweetheart?” Dean asked. He knew the answer but he wanted to feel it, wanted it dragged out of Cas until the guy couldn’t do anything else.

Obsessed with his angel… I think it’s fun when Dean gets to control Cas. Dean also likes it, he likes being the one to steer Cas. And (I think it was in Then Comes the Rain, “the angel likes a direct order”) Cas likes it when Dean directs him. Even in this state of lost in the deanpussy sauce, he’s doing what dean is goading him into and it’s wild, it’s crazy.

Cas fucking snarled behind him and fucked into Dean even harder. Dean gasped and winced. How was Cas so big? It’s never felt like this before. Sure Cas was big, a fact which Dean was consistently grateful for, but this? This felt unreal, like some cartoon porn shit.

Cas squeezed Dean’s hip so rough, adjusting Dean against his thighs and wrapping one of his hands around Dean’s neglected dick. The other pinched at Dean’s chest, teasing even after Dean hissed, long and loud, from overstimulation. Cas was doing so much, all at once. Dean didn’t know what he was feeling anymore, each sensation bleeding into the other, all of it so Cas. He tried to focus on how Cas’s hand pumped him fast, rough and hard on his dick, the hand on his red and swollen nipples. His hole was stretched so wide and he felt so full, Cas hitting right where Dean wanted over and over again. Dean was moaning, mouth hung open, spit falling from his lips. Each pump, each thrust threatening to make Dean overflow.  

Dean felt like he was being cleft in half and he, honestly, did not give a shit. Cas had never felt so big, so strong before. The guy was three inches shorter than Dean, but in that moment, he might as well have been the fucking Chrysler building. 

“Cas, baby, fuckin’ do it,” Dean was honest to god babbling, “Knock me up, sweetheart, give it to me. Give it to me hard.” Dean kept talking through it, through the moaning, the hard pounding. Cas pushed Dean’s face into the bed and folded himself over, keeping their bodies flush against each other. Dean’s hands were scrabbling behind him, clawing at any part of Cas he could reach, hairy muscled thighs, corded arms, thick neck. He settled for reaching back and knotting a hand in Cas’s hair, curled from sweat. 

“Harder, Cas,” Dean panted, his voice muffled by the pillow on one side and the wide span of Cas’s hand on the other. It hurt a little now, they probably needed more lube, but it was too good. Dean couldn’t believe any of it: this shit coming out of his own mouth or the way it seemed to drive Cas nuts, “Knock me up, I wanna have your babies, do it, do it.”

Does dean think about being pregnant sometimes? Does he think about Cas getting him pregnant while theyre fucking? Haha well. Hits you with my gender beam. 

Cas’s hand on Dean’s dick worked faster, his wrist twisting how Dean liked, and Cas’s teeth came down hard Dean’s delts. Dean shouted loud from the dual feeling, knowing the trickle down his shoulder wasn’t sweat. He came all over Cas’s hand and the bed below them with a shout.

Cas pushed Dean’s face further into the pillow, still plowing into him hard. Dean couldn’t talk like this, choosing to make do and moan through the lingering effects of his orgasm into the pillow. He turned his head to the side and caught Cas’s gaze, eyes still glowing, and groaned.

Cas’s eyes were so heavily hooded and his mouth hung open. He was close— they’d been doing this often enough that Dean knew when he was close, even like this. Dean moaned at the sight of him, his flaccid dick twitching in interest. Flushed skin, glowing eyes rolling back into his head, all control gone, gone, gone. He wasn’t twenty anymore, but he also wasn’t immune to the sight and feel of the sex-crazed angel he was in love with. Didn’t help that Cas was still fucking into him at an angle that had tears beading in his eyes.

Dean moaned Cas’s name when Cas came, feeling him stiffen and shake. Cas’s arms came around Dean so tight and whispered Dean’s name so soft. Dean blushed as Cas collapsed onto him, Cas nuzzling into Dean’s neck, whispering in Enochian.

Two things i like in porn: soft dicks floppin around and knowing when your partner comes. The soft dick is, well, this is dean whiskey dick winchester. It doesnt always work but also… dean is okay with that… And the knowing when Cas comes thing is just schmoopy romantic stuff. :) destiel in love…

Cas rolled his hips slowly, experimentally, a few times, as they sank onto their sides into the bed, sighing and breathing heavily. Dean couldn’t believe the noises still coming out of him as Cas did so, his body still rocking in time with Cas. He felt Cas’s come leaking out of him, squelching with each little movement from either of them. Cas threaded their fingers together and brought one of Dean’s hands back to his lips, still whispering in Enochian, kissing each digit lightly.

“You, uh,” Dean gasped out, blinking the tears from his eyes, “You gonna share with the class?”

“Hm?” Cas didn’t seem to notice, his attention focused on pressing kisses into Dean’s hand and the back of Dean’s neck.

Dean shivered, “What’cha talkin’ about?”

“You.”

Dean rolled his eyes and huffed, his face heated, “Alright, well. You wanna at least tell me what that was all about?”

“What, Dean?”

“You hulkin’ out on me? What I was sayin’, seemed to really get you going,” Dean asked, turning his head back to Cas. He couldn’t seem to turn all the way around. Cas was still hard inside him, “I mean it was hot as all hell but, uh…”

“Yes, Dean?” Did Cas sound… unsure?

“Are you still packin’ heat back there, man?” Dean asked. He still felt so full and Cas’s length was so hot inside him. The feeling made his mouth water though he knew he needed to rest.

“I, uhm, yes, Dean,” Cas said. 

So this is something that cas thought would never come up, like you couldnt have tortured this fantasy out of him. But of course, dean’s gotta know everything, ur not supposed to keep stuff from him!!!

Dean’s mouth suddenly went dry and his dick twitched again. He breathed through his nose twice before responding, “Explain it to me like I’m stupid, man. You fuckin’ me again? I gotta warn you, I’m not gonna be the most exciting lay without some water and a little somethin’ to eat.”

“Dean, you would always be the most exciting—“

“Cas.”

Cas sighed, “I didn’t think it was possible in this vessel, in my current state, but what you said, I’ve thought about more than a few times and it was sort of unexpected—“

“You liked the knockin’ me up stuff, huh?” Dean asked, a smirk painted all over his face, “You think about it?”

Dean feeling like he’s just gotten a good grade in sex, he’s very normal

Dean felt Cas’s sigh more than he heard it, “Yes.”

“Well, why do you pull out and we can talk about it?” 

This wouldnt be kink negotiation btw this would just be dean putting cas under a microscope for a second

“I— I can’t do that, yet,” Cas said.

“Excuse me?” Dean asked and attempted to roll his hips off Cas. When met with resistance, they both hissed and moaned, over sensitive. Dean settled back against Cas in resignation, confusion tightening his body, “Cas, buddy, you know I’m ride or die, but I’m gonna need to know what’s going on here.”

“The idea of impregnating you,” Cas began slowly, “While not something feasible, I find highly stimulating.”

Dean waited for him to continue. When it seemed no response was forthcoming, he pressed, “And?”

Cas huffed behind him, “And, being presented with the idea mid-coitus, prompted an unexpected, angelic physiological response, causing the base of my penis to swell.”

“J-Just the base?”

“Yes,” Cas said, “Like… a knot.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dean muttered under his breath. His skin was starting to itch from his drying sweat, “So, uh, how long is this gonna take?”

“Given that we lay still, it should recede within minutes.”

“Lay still?” Dean asked, “You mean if I move, this thing will keep going? Like forever?”

“I do have some physical limitations, Dean,” Cas said, “The longest I’ve heard it lasting was at most a few days. If Balthazar is to be believed, that is.”

In my perfect world balthazar is back and sucking and fucking with the best of them…

“Days?” Dean choked.

“Don’t worry, Dean,” Cas said, rubbing his arm, “Using my grace, it shouldn’t be long.”

“‘Kay,” Dean said. It wasn’t so bad, he supposed– still feeling full of Cas, Cas’s body pressed flush against him, his fingers trailing meandering lines up and down his arm. He leaned back into the touch, the action causing their hips to move slightly. Cas hissed behind him. 

It wasnt so bad… me when i lie… this is the best for dean. Cas is literally attached to him!!! Cannot leave!!! Yippee, wahoo!!

“Dean,” Cas breathed out, “Please.”

“Oh, sorry,” Dean said, stilling in Cas’s arms. They lay together breathing slowly, legs tangled and Cas’s breath on Dean’s neck, “It was really hot, though.”

“Hm?”

“You kinda lost it, Cas,” Dean huffed out a laugh, “I dunno, you’re always so smooth. It was kinda nice to see you… let loose.”

Cas pressed a kiss to Dean’s shoulder, “I’m glad you were able to derive pleasure from my lack of control.”

“I can’t see your face right now, man, but you better not be having a pity party while you’re still balls deep in my ass,” Dean said, “I’d wanna do it again. Maybe with a little more lube, though.”

Cas’s arms tightened around him, “That is reassuring.”

Another moment.

“So,” Dean said, trying hard to keep it casual, “You got baby rabies or something?”

“Baby rabies?”

“You wanna have another kid?” Dean explained.

“Oh,” Cas replied, “No, Dean, I am quite happy with our family structure as it is.”

Dean let the warm feeling of Cas saying ‘our family’ wash over him before responding, “So, the knockin’ me up stuff that’s just… for fun?”

Housewife dean… also hearing that cas is like “fine” with everything that went down is such a balm for dean lol, there is no war in ba sing se u kno….

Cas paused, “Yes.”

“That’s kinda kinky, Cas,” Dean smiled, his eyebrows raised, “And you think about it?”

“I like the idea of,” Cas paused again, “Laying claim to you. From the inside.”

Dean flushed and his dick twitched, “Yeah?”

“The idea of you carrying a fetus I sired,” Cas whispered into Dean’s neck, right over the bite mark, “The way it would grow and people would know that I’d had you, like this.” His breath grew heavier, his hand trailed up Dean’s arm to touch the base of his jaw, “Arouses me.”

Dean shuddered, his back arching slightly, “Yeah, yeah.” There was no way he was getting hard again, not so soon, but hell if what Cas was saying didn’t sound compelling.

The thing abt destiel is that they both like to be Owned and to Own. A mutual marker of ownership or partnership is so sexy to them.

Suddenly, Cas pulled out. They gasped in unison from the dry pull of it, Dean wincing and gasping. Cas kissed an apology into his shoulder and raised his hand, presumably to grace away the evidence of their night. Dean grabbed Cas’s hand fast.

“Wait, uh,” Dean swallowed. Fuck, he really did need water, “How’s that bite lookin’?”

“It is… very deep, Dean,” Cas said, “I’m very sorry, allow me to heal it.”

It felt deep. And it ached. Throbbed even. 

“No, that’s, that’s okay,” Dean said and turned over to face Cas, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth, “I like it.”

Theyre gonna stare at that nasty bruised thing for hours btw.

Cas’s nose flared and his eyes darkened. He moved in fast to kiss Dean,  his hands coming up to cradle Dean’s head. Cas kissed him long and slow, teasing Dean’s lower lip between his teeth, sliding his tongue so far inside. Dean moaned into the kiss and breathed hard through his nose, powerless against the feel of Cas’s mouth. 

When they broke apart, Dean watched as Cas’s eyes raked over him, eyes lingering on the bite mark. He smiled and tapped Cas’s thigh.

“Alright well, you can at least grace clean us up,” Dean said, “I’m like sore, dude, you really got deep in there. Leave the bite.”

Cas’s expression turned downright smug before he waved his hand, cleaning them up in an instant. Relief came over Dean sweet and easy, like it always did when they were like this. What followed was soft touches, quick kisses and whispers, and feelings pouring out of them.

“C’mon,” Dean pulled away, “I wanna catch at least one episode before we try again.”

“Try again?” A line appeared between Cas’s brows.

“Yeah, man,” Dean smirked as he rose from the bed to reach for his robe, “I don’t think baby making always happens on the first try. Gotta keep at it.” He winked as Cas swallowed heavily, blue eyes wide.

They don’t make it through the episode. 

In my mind, they fall asleep on the couch with Cas’s knot still in dean bc WHY would they separate from each other????

[good-beanswrites]

...*comes waltzing back through the revolving door* hhi. hi im back 🥺 I heard you were still open for drabble prompt requests so uhhhhh *slides my request across the table* here you go! 👉👈 (btw I am eating well tonight with all of these drabble fics omg thank you for writing these!!)

33. Wedding + Kazui

Hiii you're back!! :D Thank you so much, this had so many interesting possibilities ough... I ended up going with a convo with Mahiru (I hope you don't mind a second Mappi drabble lmao) as he reminisces about his past. Go vote your sad wet cat innocent today 👍

A hand darted out to grab Kazui’s wrist. Mahiru’s voice was weak.

“Can you stay? Shidou is going to be a minute. I don't want to be alone.”

Kazui was supposed to come in, drop something off, and return back to his cell quickly. He didn’t know how to comfort someone like Mahiru in general, nor did he know what to say after all that had happened. He hated the idea of seeing her like this when he was the one who hadn’t reached her in time. He really didn’t want to stay.

“I’d love to.”

He sat beside her, trying to make himself comfortable on the cool cell floor. 

She retracted her hand. “Thank you.”

Before Kazui could even wonder what a young woman like her would want to talk about, she whispered, “can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if it makes you upset.”

He was already regretting his decision. “Go ahead.”

“Could you tell me about your wedding?” Kazui felt his chest tighten. “I always dreamed of mine. You know, I had the whole thing planned already. He never even knew…” She laughed, but quickly winced in pain. “Things may have… changed between you two.” 

Kazui had been careful to hold details of his life closer than some of the other prisoners. None of them had a very good idea of what had brought him here -- he felt bad that Mahiru may have been under the wrong impression of his marriage. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

She asked, “but the wedding day itself… is it just as magical as everyone says?”

Despite the dim lighting, surrounded by a mess of bandages, Mahiru’s eyes glimmered.

“Yes,” he lied. 

“I knew it…” 

He couldn’t fabricate exactly what she was looking for. So he told her what he’d told himself many times before. It was the truth. Technically speaking, that is.

“That morning,” he began, “you wake with your stomach in knots. You feel the anticipation in your whole body.” He kept up a smile, and she seemed to buy it. “I’m a pretty organized guy, so I thought I’d be thinking about all our plans -- the schedule, guests, food, things like that. But I wasn’t worried about any of it. The only thing in my mind, all day, was her. And the many, many years ahead of us. The time stretches on for miles in front of you.”

Mahiru let out a content sigh.

“And everyone's so happy. I’ve never had that many people excited for me and my life. It’s everywhere you look. You breathe in and you can practically taste their joy.”

“Oh, that must be wonderful.”

“Y-yeah. It sure is something. And of course, when you see the other all done up for the first time, walking towards you with a huge smile, tears in their eyes… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“What about the vows? And the rings? Is it really so special?”

“Of course. When you put on those rings, you feel inseparable.” Kazui folded his hands together. Hopefully Mahiru couldn’t see he’d taken his off. “You feel connected to them. You know you’re going to be with this person forever.”

She let out another dreamy sound, though he was beginning to falter. He was grateful when Shidou entered, apologizing for the delay. 

Kazui stood, offering one last smile. “I hope you can rest.”

“Oh, yes, especially now. Thank you. That was all so perfect.”

He turned to leave, his own words still echoing in his mind. His hand drifted into his pocket, brushing against the small silver piece.

You’re going to be with this person forever. 

On that day, it had seemed like a curse. Then again, on that day, ‘til death do us part’ seemed a lifetime away.

[imagines-babes]

Black out days (Dsmp)

Hey, im back. So I wanted to try out this idea I had. So I hope you do enjoy this. This is about c!y/n and involves the explosion. Y/n view and who she is a little. The song today is Black Out Days by Phantogram.

Other list Masterlist

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My name is y/n. I live in the Kinko kingdom alongside Karl, Sapnap, George, and Tina. I was one of the founders alongside Dream, George, and Sapnap. Then later we meet Alyssa and Callahan. We 6 together. We were versed the mobs or the raids. But soon more visitors came and Dream offered them a home. Then Alyssa left one day only saying it was her time. Then Callahan. It was back to us 4. Then war came. L'Manburg. Mexican LManburg. Dream Xd. Pogtopia. Lives lost. Ghost. Manburg. Finding the end portal. Dream in Prison. Book of Revival. Book of Death. Dream escaping. There is more but too much to recall each little thing. Sapnap would come to my house and would punch the wall. He had a whole building to do that but somehow he comes here. Like tonight.

He came rushing in starting to punch my wall as I started to run downstairs. He punches a specific spot when he is angry, frustrated, sad, or sacrificed. It s near the picture between him, George, Dream, Alyssa, Callahan, and me. I glanced at him and then at the wall. His punches were harder than ever before. He warned me that if he were to bleed on that wall stop him. Stop him from breaking his hands. The closer I looked the bandages he had around his knuckles were turning red.

"Sapnap comes on ," I rush towards him trying to get a hold of his fist. I didn't care for my well-being. I didn't care if my hands were to be broken or my face to bleed. I tried to go between the wall and him. His face is red. His nose is running. The tears of his eyes fell down to the floor. This Sapnap. He's different from all the other times he punches the wall. This one was heartbroken, sad, and disappointed. As if the world is ending.

Crash

I glanced to the side of the wall to see the picture of everyone on the floor. The glass for it was broken. He heard the sound. He stopped punching that wall. He turned to see the frame broken. Kneeling down to hold it up showing all of our faces happy. Together. Before anyone came to our home and them leaving. To turn back the photo seeing the signature.

'Always Together'

That quote is a lie. That quote is like a promise and that promise is broken. That quote brought chaos. Everyone said a version of that quote. All it gave is pain, wars, and death. Nothing comes out to be okay or fine. Everything gets ruined. 'Always together,' gets ruined even if you are the last one to try and bring everyone together.

Crying in front of anyone shows weakness.

That is what I lived by. If you cried in front of someone that is how they get you. They see you at your bottom. They know your weakness. And my weakness is a fucking photo of 6 friends conquering this world. My weakness is in my hand and someone is here to see it. To see me cry over a photo. 'Why is the photo a weakness? That's a stupid weakness' many would ask. But that photo brought me peace. That photo made me feel like I had a home. That photo made me remember that memory and one day that we all will be friends again.

Feeling someone touch my cheek. To see Dream in front of me with a smile. His real smile. Not the mask. He looked younger. He pulled to me into a hug. This is the dream I remember. Somehow I only remember this dream. I tried to think of another memory but nothing. Turning my head to see everyone there. Sapnap and George yelling about something dumb. While further behind them Alyssa with Callahan. This is the moment I wanted. This is the moment I dreamed of. All of us being together. "Why are you crying y/n?" all I did is brought him back to a hug. He wanted to ask more questions but nothing. Sapnap and George watch the two. Y/n broke the hug and ran to Alyssa making her fall over. Her tears went down Alyssa's shoulder. Missing her. Slowly the boys would be joining the hug.  They all hug her.

Author pov

Alyssa was a sister to her and when she left y/n broke down. The only one who saw her like that was Callahan. He couldn't take it when she would cry so Callahan tried to convince y/n to leave. But she couldn't do it at least not now. That's when he left. She was afraid of what would happen to the three. Sometimes she wishes she did leave. But she stayed with her gut feeling and stayed. Y/n was broken. She betrays Sapnap and George by working with Dream. Then betrayed Dream helping Tommy and Tubbo escape his madness. She had guilt while betraying the three men she loved very deeply.

Now y/n after seeing them she was free. Free from pain. From guilt. From betrayal. She was free and her friends were there. This is her peace.

What y/n didn't know was that they died along with the explosion that appeared that day tubbo sent the missle while Tommy talked to dream and punz in that prison.

[sinstear]

raynussy and her big beautiful and powerful mind back at the amazing writing as usual!! okay .. where do i start … erm .. let’s just start by saying your writing and ideas always blow me away. you genuinely are my favorite abby writer, not to mention how you write her. i’m deadass like joe goldberg in the docs at any time, lurking and admiring just the way you write her, how you write her as a character, but as a person in general. i could just watch you write all day, not exposing myself in the fact i do that anyways but that’s not what we’re here to talk about today. 

“Would you stop so we can talk about this?” Ellie nearly shouts at you

okay babe, can we relax a moment? why are you shouting at me? lanky twig thinks she can shout at me and i won’t swing at her? some girlfriend my ass. i’m sure we can simply work this out without the shouting ..

“Why are you making this a big deal? It’s my career, not yours.” You bite your tongue as the words leave your mouth. Instantly, you feel burned by the person who thought loved you more than anything. Even in the heat of the moment, you figured she would give you the benefit of the doubt, even when you’ve been blind sided by her teammates. All because she was too much of a coward to tell what she’s already done. “Right. Foolish of me to think we’re a team.”

just gonna stand here, hold back my tears and pretend i’m completely fine. i love your angst so much you have no idea, even though my heart can’t take angst or sadness, i will always be here for yours. it always has it’s hooks in me and i freakishly love it. i love the pain!

Swiftly packed your bags and flew to the other side of the country.

ray just quoting me at this point. just kidding, my ego grew a little larger then, but in all seriousness, why is this the exact shit i would do? Like, girlfriend is acting like a shit, not taking me seriously, i’m out !!

A lazy effort of a text — couldn’t even be bothered to call.  elsbaby: can we talk, baby? please.

NAH!!!!!! YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE. I DON’T WANNA TALK TO YOU, BABE?! i need boundaries honeyboo, i don’t wanna see or talk to you, give me 7 business months to get back to you because you pissed me off, girl.

Slowly, she takes your figure in, examining you up and down before smirking. She says nothing to you as she orders a neat whiskey. She hands her silver credit card to the bartender, “and whatever she wants for the rest of the night.”

you. i’ll take one of you, ma’am. that’s all i’ll order tonight. just a singular you.

The mysterious blonde's lack of undershirt adorns her body and steals the show. Immediately, she commands attention in every conceivable way. As mesmerizing as the raven-haired beauty appears, you would pay a lot to see her front and center on that stage. The shape of her small breasts is the real show in your mind, and the broad and toned torso gives you much to gawk at. 

RAYSHAKESPEARUSSY!!!!!!!! but i need those tits in my mouth, need them hitting me in the face like tennis balls, one shot babygirl is all i need, whatever gets me to suffocate them. she doesn’t have an undershirt because i already took it off her before the show even started, hehe.

“So—” With her tall stature, decisively, she steps forward, lips pressing against your ear with her hot breath seeping under your skin, “Are you wet because you know who I am or because you can’t stop looking at my tits?” 

i’m wet for so many reasons. i would probably act and fumble so hard if she looked at me and asked that. like oops!!!! heres my underwear, find out for yourself, love <3 the things i would do to get her tits in my mouth and hands in dangerous. i’d push a granny down the escalator just to have those

“Tell me why you’re soaking wet, baby girl.” 

well let’s see … i don’t have to explain myself to you miss abigail!? just kidding, i need your pussy on my face, and grinding it against me like im a washcloth .. is that too much to ever ask for? i’m only asking for a couple things here .. 

ray ray ray ray ray ray ray ray ray ... my ray ... my rayray ... i’ve literally read this twice while trying to reblog such a masterpiece, because everything you write is fr a masterpiece and extraordinary, and i’m still trying to put into words how much i adore and love your writing. i don’t think i would ever be able to form the words to express just how much i love seeing you write, and seeing the work you’ve written, posted. i know that this is a mess of words from yours truly and i hope it makes sense. i may be acting like a simp right now, but who isn’t a simp for ray?! this may get a little mushy and sentimental but, you should never hate what you write because you truly are so talented that it breaks my heart a little when you say it’s bad or it could be better. i don’t think you understand just how much your writing gets me out of a dark place, and the same with everything else you write. whether that be smut, angst or fluff, everything you create, and the way you create and put it into words, has my mind in awe. you take such a singular idea and you turn that into so many more to make such a piece that fr has me on the edge of my seat, gripping my blanket, cursing and overjoyed. you seriously are my favorite writer on this entire app, and not just for how you write abby, you could write for so many other people and i will still be in awe and in love with the way you write. you could write about the moon, and i would still find it the most beautiful thing ever. you don’t understand the talent you have.

me, like so many others, adore the fuck out of you, the pieces you write, and just you as a human being. i’m fr yapping but, even having the grace to even write with you, create new au’s with you, is a blessing because i get to see the way your brain works when you are writing about something you love, and i can see the pure rawness and realness you put into it. I’M ACTUALLY YAPPING SO HARD RIGHT NOW, TELL ME TO SHUT THE FUCK UP ?!?!!?! PLEASE ?!?!?!!? but what i’m trying to say, and without taking up too much of your time, i love you. you’re such an amazing writer, but you’re such an amazing and talented person in general. i wish you would see just how perfect your writing is, how perfect you are. this has fr turned into dilf emi simping for milf ray and i’m here for it. 

you’ve created a masterpiece. and no matter how many times you tell me you could have done better, that’s a lie because you ALWAYS make something so fucking beautiful. you will always be amazing and talented at writing. if you wrote a book, i would be the first in line to buy it and read it. if you made audiobooks, you can bet your ass i’m listening to all of them. 

i am your number one fan.

thank you for writing and showing yet another amazing piece that has wormed it’s way into my heart and made a home there.

i love you so so much.

≛ THE APPLE'S ROTTEN STRAIGHT TO THE CORE!

❝ ABBY!CENTRIC ONE SHOT ❞

♪ ˚. THE BRAT CHALLENGE ♱ ⋆.˚

feat. drummer!abby x fem!reader x footballplayer!ellie

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: switch!abby (kinda), jealousy, cheating, abby’s pierced nipples, reader desc. feminine, fingering, munch activities, toxicity ensuing, voyerisum, strap sex.

THE APPLE'S ROTTEN STRAIGHT TO THE CORE, ellie williams, sporting 88’ on the back of her jersey, the world renowned football player from the united states. the overly competitive blood runs through her veins, passed down from her father, just as well as an overpowering ego the size of texas. she has the girl of her dreams, the most important game of her life in sight, but what happens when one drummer threatens to wreck it all?

wc. 10k

It’s easy to feel safe and comfortable with her, slipping into a simple life. Traveling the world with your favorite soccer player, the auburn-haired five-foot-five of pure talent, as soon as her custom cleats step foot on the field. 

When the crowd echoes chants of her name, the rumbling of the rowdy fans, aggressive shouts cursing the other team. With crushed beer cans, sunflower seeds are spat on the ground, and they are begging for a goal. The 88’ jersey was littered across the stands. Every fan in the arena went to see her, yet you aren’t here. 

It was one of the biggest games of her career, and you would not be seen anywhere, especially after the past week. She doesn’t blame you; Ellie could only blame herself but needs her good luck charm. The events replaying in her mind, haunting her while she tries to get one wink of sleep, but the look of horror in your eyes, the shoulder check you left her with, green eyes pleading to reason with her, but you refused. 

Let me know when you want to grow the fuck up and tell me what’s wrong with you. 

The words running in her mind, haunting her as she sleeps at night, wondering if today is the day the stone will be unturned or if she’ll actually tell you everything bothering her. But she doesn’t. Never had she seen you like it; rage carries higher than the waves of a tsunami, and all of it, every drop of water, seems to be crashing over her. 

Every drop of it suffocates her until there is no oxygen left to breathe. 

When she gets home, she scours the apartment for a trace of you, yet half of your belongings are absent. Ellie starts to wonder if she’s pushed you too far this time. Always, she’s betted on you sticking around through thick and thin but maybe you finally had enough. 

Has she pushed you too far? Are you too far out of reach? She has no choice but to let you drown with the devil itself, succumbing to your own needs for once, not hers. 

The side of the closet holding your belongings was in disarray. Ellie could see that your favorite belongings were absent. All the sweaters, hoodies, hell, even the flannels you would steal from her were meticulously folded and placed in the corner. 

Ellie thought you would give her the benefit of the doubt. She thought you would let her explain why she had taken the job offer without consoling you. Now, considering what she seems to be losing, there’s nothing she wishes for more than to take it all back. 

Any success is so trivial if she has no one to celebrate it with, not without you. 

From the very start, you’ve been right there by her side. From the very beginning, it wasn’t as picture-perfect as she imagined. The fairytale began with what she thought would be a never-ending love story. 

Something so pure, it could never turn rotten. 

—

Growing up on the outskirts of New York had its perks. The small town was busy, yet the countryside tucked an hour away gave you a sense of solitude. Entirely predictable suburbs, the cul-de-sac tucked in the back of the neighborhood reeks of disturbed suburbia. 

Everyone knew everyone, and you knew Ellie. 

You were ten the day the two of you became friends, and you’ll never forget it. Clumsily, you had just fallen off your bike, knees skidding by the concrete as the skin had been peeled, the wound viciously open. 

“Did you fall—” the girl shakes her head at herself, curses flying into the wind. “Of course you did. God, so stupid.” 

She continues talking to herself as you weep slightly in a pathetic manner. Affectionately, the mysterious girl who also happens to be riding her bike past the park in your neighborhood pats you gently on the shoulder. 

“I'll be right back. Stay there. I'll be back. Promise.” 

She disappears on her blue and red bike, red hair flying in any direction the wind takes, but returns just like she said — a girl of her word. 

“Here, let me fix you.” She grabs the first-aid kid from the bucket on her bike. Ellie kneels on the ground. You notice her bright blue Converse with red laces, which match her bicycle perfectly. 

“Yeah, okay—” you sniffle, wiping away your tears as the nice girl tends to your knee. “Thanks.”

She grabs the needed tools, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Well, I used to fix my dad all the time. He's a soccer player and gets hurt a lot. 

You stay silent as she rambles on. 

“One day, going to be just like him, but better. My old man got too old before he decided to be good. I'm going to be the best player ever.” 

“I bet you will be.” your eyes find hers, the sun making them shine like an emerald diamond, just like the one your mom wears on her ring finger. 

“My coach says I'm good already but tells me not to get my hopes up.” 

You realize Ellie has already cleaned your wound; her small hand applies pressure with the gauze as he wraps it away. She's so concentrated but simultaneously rambles away about her dad, the last soccer game she played in, and jokes to get your mind off the pain. 

“How does it feel?” Ellie asks, the corner of her lip upturns, a soft smile gracing her freckled, full cheeks. 

“Better,” you thank her, smiling shyly. She observes you as you hop back on your bike, ensuring you aren't in pain. Curiously, her mind drifts to how cute you are, and she wonders why her stomach is in complete knots. 

She confuses it for sickness. 

“You’re welcome.” Ellie stretches the nape of her neck, and her short hair sticks to her skin from the heat. “I'm Ellie, by the way.” 

“I know.” You offer your name as Ellie blushes, her cheeks tinted pink. The love you feel is etched right into her heart, and she feels it from the first moment your name is said. 

In a cliche, obvious way, the rest was history. 

The two of you were best friends until college, bringing out the best in you—platonic love blossoming into something sweet, a one-in-a-million love you can only hope to find in someone else. 

The tricky thing? It works. The two of you fit better than you could have ever dreamed of. The incredible bliss of youth leaves your faith blinded, corrupted by the true love you have for Ellie. Oblivious to flaws, all you see is her. Assuring you follow her around like a lost puppy; anything she wants, she gets. The skeletons in the closet are no match for the two of you, each being dragged out one by one. 

But not by either of you. 

— 

One Week earlier…

“Would you stop so we can talk about this?” Ellie nearly shouts at you, granting her another eye roll, she’s lost count on how many you’ve thrown at her since the two of you left the club. The longing looks, her wandering olive eyes on someone else all night, gawking at the muscles, making you feel envious of someone you couldn’t have. 

Your girlfriend’s attention. 

But this is all your fault, right? 

“Talk about what? How you, Ellie, made a decision to make a life altering decision without me? Yeah, okay, let’s fucking talk.” You have a bite in your voice, one Ellie has rarely heard, the sweetness diluted with her consistent need to keep you in the dark. “Fucking talk, please. I’d love to hear the bullshit excuse you’re gonna give me.” 

“Why are you making this a big deal? It’s my career, not yours.” You bite your tongue as the words leave your mouth. Instantly, you feel burned by the person who thought loved you more than anything. Even in the heat of the moment, you figured she would give you the benefit of the doubt, even when you’ve been blind sided by her teammates. All because she was too much of a coward to tell what she’s already done. “Right. Foolish of me to think we’re a team.” 

Spitefully, you throw your belongings in your tote, ignoring when she tries to grab your wrist, dodging her quickly. She tries again but stops when you tell her to. The only boundary she leaves untouched it seems. 

“We are a team.” Ellie tries to convince you, but you don’t budge. Not an inch of you believes the shit she’s spewing at you. 

“Oh! Well, that’s a surprise to me. If we’re such a team, why don’t you tell me why you won’t have sex with me….for eight months?” You raise your eyebrows at her, giving her an opportunity to speak but she stays silent like she always does. “If we’re such a team, why did you accept a job offer on another continent without even giving me the respect to tell me about it before you accepted the offer?” 

Ellie stays silent, finding the hardwood beneath her feet more interesting. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

You change into something more comfortable, slamming the bathroom door shut as you do, gathering other toiletries, different necessities you would need for the next few weeks. 

You find her sitting on the edge of the bed in tears, as much as you want to hug her and give her the comfort she probably needs, there’s no good will in your heart. As much as you love her, only the boiling anger can be found. Blistering frustration, the one someone has when their girlfriend won’t touch them, kiss them, or even warrant them the truth. 

“I love you, okay? I just need to figure some things out.” Ellie pouts, eyebrows furrowed as she says enough to get you to look at her. She sees the tears threatening to spill over, but you won’t let them fall in front of her. Never have you liked crying in front of others. Just as if she was anyone else, you would wait until you were in private to lick your wounds. “I just need some time, I just don’t know what’s happening to me.” 

But all sincerity is lost, all you see in front of you is lies and deceit. Someone backed in the corner with no way to manipulate their way out. 

“Well…figure your shit out, Els. Right now? It doesn’t seem like you do.” You grab your bags, slipping your shoes on, “I’ve had enough for now. Let me know when you grow the fuck up and let me know what’s wrong with you.” 

— 

Still, your blood boiled from last week’s exchange, the venomous words crawling up your throat like bile, as if this wasn’t what she wanted, what she started. All of this had been her idea. 

Time and time again, dismissive words found their way into your heart, making a home before you had enough time to catch them. Sure, committed and faithful, she says. Then, she does this, makes your decisions without consulting you, and scolds you for getting upset about it. You craved space, so you did what any rational person would. 

Swiftly packed your bags and flew to the other side of the country. 

The fresh feeling is still swarming through your head, and the lingering words are aimed at your heart with more impact than you could stand. When they were told, Ellie regretted them the second they left her heart-shaped lips. Yet she stands there as she analyzes your tense frame, avoiding her at all costs. 

You leave her with a soft murmur: staying at a friend’s. What you neglect to mention is that your friend lives on the other side of the country, tucked away in the safety of New York. Luckily, the nightlife is an easy distraction and does its job. 

Intentionally, the first few nights are spent drowning yourself in liquor, letting yourself be grinded on by other drunk girls until they buy you shots, walking up back in your hotel room alone — then the cycle repeats. 

The tranquility of a life forgotten, the gift of Don Julio, so like anyone else, you chase it. The drinks are free, the girls flirting with you are prettier than you’d ever seen but maybe that’s just the loneliness eating you up from the inside out. Yet, you find yourself itching to venture beneath, allow yourself to drown in someone else. Was there black lace? Possibly white or navy green boxers underneath? But you couldn’t, and you won’t. The guilt would eat you alive. 

You told yourself it was just a fight, but was it? It’s when the second thought seeped in, invading the pessimistic part of your brain and feeding into malicious tendencies. Maybe you do want this? Something new? 

Someone who wasn’t Ellie. 

The thought alone sends shivers down your spine; an agonizing dread fills you. Never had you ever been provoked to leave, but the longer the silence welcomes you with open arms, the more the affliction lingers. 

No text. No calls. No voicemails. Nothing.  

Part of you ached for resolution. Even if it meant a means to an end, you could somehow soothe the aching in your chest. On the seventh day, she reached out. 

A lazy effort of a text — couldn’t even be bothered to call. 

elsbaby: can we talk, baby? please. 

Perhaps if it had been the day after, two, three, even four — you would have the compassion to empathize. When she comes crying a week later after she spewed the most severe insults you’ve ever heard come out of her mouth? Any need to reconnect has dissipated at the drop of a hat. 

this is what you wanted. 

It shouldn’t make you spiral, but it does. You end up at a show; a rock band takes center stage at The Wolfhouse, and upcoming musicians try to make a name for themselves. Sitting at the bar, letting the vibrations of the base and the thumping of the snare drum infiltrate 

Solemnly tapping the beat of your healed boot to the beat of the drum, you take in the singer on the stage. Black raven-haired beauty with a prominent nose and beautiful lips. She made the stage her own as she worked every angle known to man. 

A firm belief is settled in your heart and everyone in there. She was born to be up there. You were too entranced, enjoying the music too much along with the cocktail in your hand, and you didn’t even notice the blonde making her way up to you. 

As soon as you felt someone next to you, the first thought in your mind was how hellbent you were to be left alone. Even if it physically put you in distress, fuck, you couldn’t even remember the last time Ellie and you went on a date. The last time she touched you, kissed you, fucked you within an inch of your life. 

It’s a pathetic, good for nothing excuse. 

The line of morality blurs whenever your eyes latch onto eyes so gray the blue almost fades into them. Gorgeous freckles scattered across her smooth cheeks like twinkling stars in the galaxy. 

Slowly, she takes your figure in, examining you up and down before smirking. She says nothing to you as she orders a neat whiskey. She hands her silver credit card to the bartender, “and whatever she wants for the rest of the night.” 

You think for a moment she’ll talk to you, but she winks before settling into a booth with four others who look oddly familiar. The rest of the night, you’re met with tranquility and the steady and skilled bump of the bass guitar. It reminded me of when you were young, ambitions were the only thing on your mind, and you were lost in the never-ending need to be someone. It’s when you still believe something is worth living for, more than beating your drum to someone else’s tune. 

You sipped on three Mexican martinis throughout the night and got lost when you walked up to the bar. The beefy, muscular blonde was there to greet you. This time, you got a clear look at her. Her rugged and toned frame shows off her commitment to the gym. 

Yet, her deep blue pools are more charming than you would like to admit. A delicate edge to her jawline pulls you in as you admire the septum ring decorating her freckled nose, the bump in her nose making you smile softly. 

You’ve always loved a girl with an intense nose for many reasons. 

Mouth-watering, luscious, bliss - are all the words coming into mind when you’re looking at her. She’s wearing as little clothing as you would expect someone who leans masculine to wear, but fuck does she know it works for her. Black leather vest worn in, eating you up from the inside out, the musky scent filled with mahogany and a dash of vanilla. 

The mysterious blonde's lack of undershirt adorns her body and steals the show. Immediately, she commands attention in every conceivable way. As mesmerizing as the raven-haired beauty appears, you would pay a lot to see her front and center on that stage. The shape of her small breasts is the real show in your mind, and the broad and toned torso gives you much to gawk at. 

Nearly, you salivate at the defined four-pack she’s sporting. A pretty enticing deep v disappears delectably into her black leather pants as if she’s a modern-day adonis but with divine feminine written all over her. Without one doubt in the world, she knows she’s the hottest piece of ass in this bar, and for some unknown reason, she’s made you her target for the night. Wined and dined you all night without saying more than a sentence to you, and it seems she’s here to collect. 

In the forefront of your mind, you believe it’s to serve some self-serving action to get off from what’s between your thighs, the sweet treat every girl has chased in this long week, but your long-term commitment tying you down like handcuffs to the post of your bed Ellie has kept you in. 

Petrifying you to your bones, you aren’t sure what to make of the thrill building up; you can’t deny the longer you look at her, the more your thighs rub together in sync with the other. 

“So—” With her tall stature, decisively, she steps forward, lips pressing against your ear with her hot breath seeping under your skin, “Are you wet because you know who I am or because you can’t stop looking at my tits?” 

“Who are you?” Your eyebrows quirked up, and you wondered why it was a factor. Was she someone you were supposed to know? Now that she said something, there was something familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. “Why would I have any idea who you are?” 

Though your pussy has a heartbeat and seems to have a mind of its own. You forget about everything else when the woman gives you a toothy grin, which is too perfect. 

“That’s cute, but see, everyone knows who I am—” Abby takes matters into her own hands and begins to nibble on the side of your neck, harshly biting and sucking lightly, taking in the taste of your skin as if she’s trying to find the perfect vein to puncture with her pointy canines. If it were the case, you’d let her suck the life out of you if you got to keep her to yourself for the night. “Don’t worry pretty girl, you’ll know by the end of the night.” 

She’s passionately driven when her skilled lips and velvet tongue continue to make a mark on you as if you are hers to own, hers to please as she sees fit. You don’t even know her name, but the raging storm of lust isolates you within her honey trap. All of it feels too finite, everlasting, even if it’s just solid concrete to stand on for the night. 

Then, you remember Ellie. The longing text sent to you, not even a call. The love of your life, or so you’d always hoped, couldn’t be bothered to call you this entire week. The fallout of an inconceivable aftermath only now did she try to reach out. 

“Tell me why you’re soaking wet, baby girl.” 

You try to push her back, but she doesn’t even move; her frame is too strong. Now, your warm, firm hand places itself on her defined abdomen, pressing against the clearly defined muscles. 

You can’t deny how flushed you’ve become. 

This time you are drooling; her thumb wipes away the liquid before she sucks it back into her mouth. Her grin is even more wicked, knowing she has you right where she wants to be. 

It’s when you notice the mirrored scorpions, one on either side, her muscular biceps littered with tattoos, and the front of her neck — practically having fuck me written all over her. 

You should leave. 

You fucking should. 

She has an appetite for something else, pulling you by the waistband of your pants, her finger securely wrapped around the belt buckle. Pelvis to pelvis, grinding against you swiftly to see how much you move, and the smile she’s wearing is satisfying enough. 

She’s always liked them needy, messy, and so damn right horny they’re putty in her extensive and capable hands. 

“I’m waiting.” Her hunger is evident in her tone. She is ready to relish her sudden craving, at least to you. 

“I-I don’t even know your name,” you confess, hoping it will steer her away from you, but it’s a pathetic attempt. 

“Abby. What else is your concern, babygirl?” Her knee sneaks between your legs, applying pressure to your cunt. 

“I—” Almost with a soft thrust of her knee, Abby pushes against your cunt, damping her leather with a fucking desirable slick she’s dying to taste. Although it’s clear you like the chase, she gives it. 

Had you had sex in the past eight months, you might have pushed away the overly cocky specimen, but it has been that long. Only making the patch in your panties grow as she teases your pussy. 

Abby’s frame blocks anyone from seeing what she’s doing to you, your skirt riding up so much she can see the rounded cheeks slipping out, the black fabric slightly exposed under the bar's dim light. The more she presses, the faster your hips move against her. 

Without a care in the world, you slid so far back, and you’re on her thigh, strong arms wrapped around you, whispering filthy nothings in your ear as you get yourself off on the stranger’s muscular body. If the bartender notices, she doesn’t mind. Pretends like you’re not even there. You’re not sure which is more embarrassing. 

“Fuck, move those hips. Just like that, yeah.” 

The high, the one you’ve wanted from your girlfriend who doesn’t even want to touch you, is so close. There’s a burn in your throat infused by sheer guilt that someone else will bring you to head. Some stranger you don’t know, one handsome stranger, yet when she pushes your panties to the side and thumbs your clit it’s so challenging to care about anyone but yourself. 

You moan her name as she touches you, a skilled touch as she lightly pinches and soothes the sensitive bud. She completely enraptured you with the light touch she had to offer. Terrifyingly so, it shouldn’t affect you the way it does. 

The look in her eyes would have sent you reeling. Her musky scent is already doing enough for you. You find yourself tangled in the webs of honeydew, suckling until you’ve had enough of the sweet sensation. 

You’re just not sure how long it’ll be until you do. 

“God, acting like you haven’t been fucked, baby. Such a dirty slut letting me do….well, whatever I want.” 

Abby uses her free, dominant hand to guide your hips at a pace she sees fit. A thrill shoots down her spine as your incessant need grows like a flower at the dawn of spring—a tiny seed that is useless unless it bears root flourishing from where it’s planted. 

“So, what’s it going to be?” Abby questions. A glimmer of assurance fills her ocean eyes. She was playfully biting your exposed shoulder blade. 

“I can get you off right here, or you can come home with me.” the incredible sensation of her pierced muscling punching your skin with a chill, the stainless-steel ball adds a new sensation you weren’t expecting. She suckles and bites, marking you the more bruises as if she’s decorative for her enjoyment. “Or both. I think someone is close. I bet you’re ready to spill on my thigh. Wanna give me every last drop like the whore you are.” 

“Your home?” you manage to spit out, trying to ignore the filth she spits, but it only brings you closer to your much-needed euphoric bliss. Abby’s efforts double over as if she’s fucked you before, bouncing her leg as as you ride her thigh, knowing exactly what you need to cum all over her. 

Typically, the thread of your orgasm wouldn’t have been so easy to pull, but it seems she’s the one who placed it there in the first place. Months of not being touched left you in the hands of this Greek god who could make you feel whatever you wished for. 

She’s cocky, confident, and the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen. Yet, the answer is still hard to find. 

“Yeah, angel, my place.” You nod, unable to make a verbal confirmation. 

“Gotta hear you say it.” Just then, the feeling that was bubbling spills over and all over her hand as she cups your cunt, thumb continuing to rub at your puffy clit. 

“Yes, Yes, Yes.” you curse, chants of ecstasy fumble from your loose lips. Carelessly, you’re focused on the intense heartbeat between your legs, your body convulsing against her. 

“What's that? M’not sure if I can wear you over your weeping cunt.” Repeatedly, Abby slaps your cunt as punishment. 

“I-I want to, fuck, shit. Oh god, yes. I want to go home with you.” Your body slumps against her as she holds up your weight, and your high fades. Still, you feel blissful against her touch. Any other worry plaguing your mind dissipates, and all you think is her and strong muscles keeping you upright. 

“Good girl,” she whispers before paying off the tab and putting the lace material pack in place. You feel the white liquid stick to you, filthy, resting against you—the once taintless fabric coated with the pleasures of your sin. Dizzy, unsteady, breathless — it’s everything you feel. 

She thrives on knowing you need her. Even if it’s for tonight, the purpose will be served. Regardless of what she needs, this will be even more of a thrill, and the only thing she uses is her hand—not even her dominant one. 

Abby moves your skirt down so your ass is covered again. “C’mon, pretty girl. let’s see how much of a slut you are." She leads you outside while she makes quick work of her phone, and suddenly, there’s a sleek black car, a Cadillac, you assume, with a driver in tow. The windows are tinted enough for you to wonder if it’s even legal. Silver rims, with a diamond emblem in the center shining so bright under the moonlight that it nearly takes your attention from the woman who has you in her grip. 

“Last chance? I can have her drive you home.” She smirks, knowing you won’t take the out that’s being so generously given. Perfect, beautiful, she thinks, eyes still dilated from you getting off on her thing and the continuous swipe of the pad of her thumb. 

It’s there. The smidge of penance you feel you’re obligated to ask for. Regardless of how amazing it feels, there’s something about the ending. This will be the end of all fuck ups; maybe, there’s still hope for the two of you if you go home. Call Ellie in the morning before the need to suppress the shame. 

But don’t you deserve this one thing for yourself? 

Everything under the sun has been for the auburn-haired beauty who has held your heart from the moment she patched up your bleeding knee. The moment a total stranger managed to win your heart, an adolescent love that knew nothing of the lesson of heartbreak or the years you chased after Ellie while she was chasing others. 

How she let her feelings hover over the friendship of years with no consequence, especially after her long-term high school girlfriend, the one whose heart she broke into a tiny million pieces. Tragically, there still stood an existing fear for you. She was just a kid, but would she move on as quickly now as she did back then? It was as if they meant nothing to her, moving from the next one as if the time spent together had been insignificant, meaningless, just an ease to pass the misery of time. 

You feared you would be the same. 

Falling under the same umbrella, but you hope you are different. There were talks of marriage and settling into the countryside once she could retire. A shared dream, you thought. Perhaps it was a foolish sin to keep close to your heart. 

Then there was Abby, a heavenly distraction from all the dread waiting for you. Everything you must pick back up eventually if you want to stay tucked into the nightlife of New York is just your dreams hanging up on the shelf, totting away with the relationship. An expiration date was labeled on the two of you, and an impending doom you could only fall through. 

Everything was always for her. 

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie. 

“What’s it going to be, princess?” She pulled you towards as she spun you around with ease, back pulled to her chest, her lips kissing your ear. All you could focus on was how strong she felt. Her strong hold bending you to her will wouldn’t be a challenge. If she wanted to, she could do whatever she liked. You are sure no isn’t a word she’s used to hearing. 

But it went further than just how she looks. 

It’s in the way she doesn’t even have to lift a finger to have you hooked on her. It entices you, thinking about how long she’d been staring at you all night. The curve of your ass in your tight, little skirt — was she staring at it? Did she think about all the ways she could fuck your perfect little hole if you would let her do everything she’d been thinking of? The way your hardened nipples poked through your mesh top. If she said anything, you could blame it on the draft, not just her sheer presence making them protrude through the fabric. 

She did no work whatsoever to make you cum, letting you use her to get yourself off. There was an ease to it. One you hadn’t experienced before. 

Here she is, using it against you again. 

“Am I coming in the car with you, or will you rub your clit, alone, wishing you’d let me fuck you in all the ways I’ve been dreaming?” Her hands sneak under the lace, pinching your nipples between her thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way your hips buck up, aching to be touched by her again. 

“Just give in, baby. I know you want to.” Her dominant hand abandons your nipple, leaving the other to tease it. While she escapes underneath your skirt once again, “So wet for me already, huh?” Harshly, she grips your cunt, a finger sliding up your slit, but she’s intentional about not letting it slip in. 

“I-I shouldn’t, shit, oh my g—” You try to think of an excuse, one good enough to convince yourself you should not go through with this. “I really shouldn’t.” 

“And?” Abby’s canines dig into the side of your neck as she teasingly bites the flesh, soothing it with a velvet tongue, making more marks on the side she hadn’t touched tonight. “Are you taken?” 

“That’s a complicated question.” Abby grins at your response with a sinister smirk. 

“Well, if she’s not making you happy, let me do it for her.” Abby tilts your jaw, forcing you to gaze at her. 

“Let me guess, no one has touched this perfect pussy in a long time. So, fucking neglected, huh?” 

“I didn’t say I had a—” 

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Your pussy dripping with shame at her words. 

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” You admit. Abby continues to torture you with the split of your slit, the two of you starting to draw attention, but you think it just excites her even more. “I haven’t felt—” 

The moment you say the words, Abby spins you around. You whine at her touch leaving your pussy, but she makes up for it slightly when her hands palm your ass. “Tell me. Look me in my eyes, baby, and tell me what you need. I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.” 

Your hands weave themselves into her golden locks. You are intertwined with the waves that disguise themselves as shimmering waterfalls. But you look down as you try to think of some excuse to leave and make yourself leave with dignity. 

Big mistake. 

The happy trail, the blonde hair travels inside her pants, leaving you in awe underneath the moonlight. Abby’s leather vest pushed off slightly, her tits still covered with black pasties. 

“Why don’t you take them off? Wanna see my pretty tits, baby?” You nod with too much eagerness. Abby chuckles. 

She watches with a smirk as you take them off. The silver, shining barbell has you moan at the sight of them—the sight of her. Smudged black eyeliner makes her appear even more irresistible, hooded eyes gazing at you; a gentle hand finds your throat, applying pressure with her thumb, constraining your breathing slightly. 

“Fuck, they are perfect.” You confess, your eyes gleaming at her pink nipples exposed before meeting with her eyes once again. 

“Yeah, they are, but they would look even better with your pretty lips around them.” 

She will not give up. 

“This is such a bad idea.” Abby knows your mind is made up, and you’ll come home with her. Even if the guilt swarms like a bee to a honey hive, it’s all the same to her. “But, God, you’re so fucking hot.” 

Your hands roam her toned, tattooed torso, the scorpions so delicious you want to outline every detail with your tongue. The thought of being strong has worn off—only the woman before you is on your mind. 

“Well, to me, it seems you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” Fingertips grazing her tits, her nipple hardening underneath you touch. “I’ll let you do whatever you want after I’m done with you. Well, if you still have the energy.” 

A grumbling of frustration leaves your lips — you aren’t sure if it’s a desperate plea, a sigh of relief, or something else entirely. 

“Like what?” You can’t stop touching her breasts, continuing to tease her pink nipple, but you meet her eyes. Abby’s positive you’ve never seen a smirk so wide. 

“What do you like?” Abby pushes your hair back, fuck me eyes looking up at her. The ones that hadn’t left from the moment you laid eyes on her. She leans down just a little so her lips are pressed against your ear, “Do you wanna fuck my ass? Want me to sit on your gorgeous face while you eat me out? Fuck me in front of the mirror and watch my face when I cum?” 

Grabbing your hair, she yanks it. Exposing the expanse of your neck. She’s grown so fond of marking. The slick between her thighs continued to blossom as you let her do whatever the hell she wanted. Like a whimpering bitch in heat, you took everything she had to offer. 

Fuck it. 

You cradle her face with her palms, smashing her lips to yours. It’s all tongue and teeth. Rough palms squeezing your ass, making you grind into her again. Your force casually lets her stumble into the car but you don’t let up. Whimpering and moaning into her mouth like there’s no tomorrow, as if this moment will slip right through your fingers. 

Her breath smells of fresh mint, her tongue casually dominates yours, staking claim to what she already believes to be hers. It’s then you realize your forever doomed because you feel the fluttering in your stomach as she growls in your mouth, animalistic — your pelvis grinding against her much more defined one. 

You pull apart for one moment, unable to take one more moment away from her. 

If you don’t get it, her tongue, her cunt, those pretty fingers decorated in silver jewelry, hell, you would settle for her pierced nipples rubbing against your clit. 

“Abby?” She stops, opening her eyes to see you. You’re even more fucked out than she is. “Yes, baby?” She hums into your mouth, the sweet sensation vibrating your entire body. 

“Let’s stop giving everyone a show and give me one.” Abby nods, the first sign of her eagerness as she opens the door for you, unable to keep her hands off you. 

“We better go before you soak my car then, hm?” She slaps your ass as she leads you in. 

— 

As she has you in tow, hand in yours leading you towards the elevator in her building, the most luxurious one you’ve seen, one so high you’re sure it’s the highest in the skyline of New York City.

 It isn’t surprising she has her own driver, or she lives in the penthouse of the building, even the plaques decorating the wall — a shrine to her evident success. Everything just…makes sense. Yet there’s a pit in your stomach, crawling and feasting. It's swarming within you, a nagging incessant fly buzzing around warning you to run. You don’t have much time to think about how horrible of an idea this is. 

Alone with someone who could easily overpower you, at the mercy of a complete stranger yet when she puts her arms around your waist, all of it seems to melt away. She’s given you no reason not to trust her. You’re just thinking too much. 

That’s all it is. 

The little voice chants in your head, trying to make excuses for yourself as to not go through with this but they dissipate when her calloused palms find home on your waist. Soothing over your delicate skin, enticing you into her impenetrable web. Everything about her intoxicates you. Making every thought vacant your head, even more so when she starts playing with the hem of your skirt. 

“Let me get you a drink.” She kisses your temple before going behind the makeshift bar in the dining room. An assortment of every liquor component known behind her. Part of you thinks she’s doing it for show, the way her biceps flex as she shakes the drink in the silver canister, pointingly making the drink you’d been ordering all night long. 

So, she had been watching you all night. You knew if she wasn’t as hot as she is, you’d be creeped out. But it’s hard to be creeped out when she’s still shirtless, the black leather vest doing very little to cover her. Any time she moves you see her pink pierced nipples, nearly making you salivate. 

With the Mexican martini in her grip, with her own in the other, you’re stuck. You didn’t think she’d actually want to have a conversation with you. Leading you out to the balcony, almost the entire view of the city before your very eyes, practically causing you to freeze in your footsteps. 

“Wow.” Unable to conceal it, you voice your immediate awe. Abby chuckles, the first sign of sincerity you’ve seen all night. Everything else only seemed as a woman trying to get a needed fuck but right now but she hasn’t even tried to even so much as kiss you. Taking small sips of her whiskey, hip touching yours as the moonlight reflects from the water to her blue eyes, nearly as vivid as the moon itself. 

“Yeah, it’s quite a view, think it’s the only thing keeping me coming back here. I’m on the road so much, it’s nice to have some stability.” Abby smiles softly, the confession tumbling from her lips before she can catch it. ”A pretty penny for me to keep it but it’s worth it.” 

“Is this your move then?” You know the martini is doing the talking for you, if not you’d be a mumbling mess unable to form one sentence that even sounds remotely coherent. Abby quirks one of her blonde eyebrows upwards but keeps her mouth shut, waiting for you to continue. “Is this what you do with everyone?” 

Abby takes a step closer to you, giving you all her attention. She plays with the chain on your neck, pulling it lightly to bring you closer to her. Carefully eyeing you up and down, smirking as she does, “Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie like I do with everyone else?” 

It’s more than you expected her to offer. A careless lie would have suited her more. If there is one thing you know for sure, Abby could get anyone she wants and she wouldn’t have brought you here if she didn’t want you to be here. 

“Are you capable of the truth? M’not sure you are.” For once, Abby is a bit silent. Carefully, she contemplates on what to say next. She isn’t sure what she should say. Usually she’s the one laying the honey traps for the swarming bees but right now? Abby feels like the control is slipping from her grip. 

She can’t have that. 

“Which one is going to make that guilt easier on your conscience?” Abby smirks as the shame fills your eyes. “It’s a girlfriend, isn’t it? It always is.” Anyone else would take two steps back, maybe even see themselves out but you want to prove a point. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” The immediate rejection of your very real girlfriend fills you with even more shame than you know what to do with. Abby chuckles at the omission, the way your voice shrieks out the statement with a sense of urgency. A desperate action to cover the truth. “Sure you don’t.” 

“I’m telling the truth!” Your voice raises as you lean into Abby, her firm hands on your waist as you both face each other. Abby nods, tongue poking through her cheek, pulling at your necklace once again. Admiring the curve in the E, the gold chain shining. It’s a pretty necklace, probably one your girlfriend gave you but Abby makes no comment of it. 

“Yeah, okay, and I hate pussy.” Abby giggles. You think it’s so cute, it shouldn’t even be funny, but it is. Just like earlier in the night, you’re so close to her, nothing as slim as a sheet of paper could fit in between the two of you. Without even thinking about it, you rest your hand on her abdomen again, her strength tangible as you feel her up once again. Truly, you’re unable to stop touching her. Every part of you wants this to happen, even if it comes back to bite you in the ass, the curiosity and your fluttering cunt can’t really think of anything else. 

“You can still walk out that door. Just say the word and my driver will take you home.” Abby whispers into the busy street beneath you, it’s so faint from the distance but the two of you can hear it. “Or you can let me slide your pretty little skirt up and let me make a slut of you, babygirl.” 

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it’s your throbbing clit, maybe it’s the lack of contact in months, most of all maybe it’s the fact Ellie took so long to reach out, but you give in. Throwing your arms around her neck, pulling her lips to yours, regardless of the possible consequence looming after you, threatening to tear apart the picture perfect life you thought you’re living. 

All of it happens in a blink of an eye. Abby’s tongue staking claim, dominating in ways you didn’t know were possible before she’s pushing your front against the balcony, placing your hand on the railing. With ease, she maneuvers your body in just the way she wants. “Gotta tell me yes pretty girl, that’s the only way this is going to start.” 

Facing the view, the buzzing city filled with nightlife and wonder, endless possibilities on your fingertips but you’re thinking about her hands. How much you want them inside you, fucking you full, or the strap in her pants you’d be rubbing against earlier. The thoughts of her slipping her cock inside you, claiming you in a way no one has in awhile. Making you feel wanted, needed, even if it was a fleeting feeling just for the night. You deserve it. Just one, stupid, decision — you were owed at least one. 

“Yes, s’what I want. You.” That’s all it takes before Abby pushes your skirt to your waist, sliding off your panties as she allows you to step out of them. 

“Are you sure?” Abby questions you. She pushes off from you, you hear her zipper being brought down as you look back at her, her vest being chucked to the lawn chair by the pool. 

Fuck. 

If she’s even half as good as she’s claiming to be, you are so fucked. 

“I’m sure.” 

Abby wraps her hands around your waist again, hands dipping under your shirt as she squeezes your breasts, teasing your hard nipples with her fingers. You sigh instantly, loving the stimulation she’s providing. You feel the barrel of her tongue piercing as she lightly sucks behind the sweet spot behind your ear, as if Abby's the one to place it there in the first place. 

“Good.” Abby teases your entrance with her cock, your body shuddering as it slides over your folds, using your slick as lubricant. Already, you’re grinding against her, just like before as she guides your hips in the pace she likes. “Do you like getting off on my cock, baby?” 

“Mhm, yeah, I do.” It’s all but a whisper. Abby still hears you speak, slapping your ass playfully, blunt fingers digging into the skin. She can’t believe anyone not wanting to touch you, not wanting to make you feel good. You’re the hottest person she’s ever fucking seen. Your ass, your tits, the moans spilling from your mouth, it’s been in her filthiest dreams. 

“What about now?” Abby lets her cock slip inside you, stretching out your walls as you take everything she has to offer. It’s been so long since you’ve been filled like this, your cunt greedily taking every inch has she slides in further and further. With a tight grip, you hold onto the railing as she thrust with her strong hips forward, your back arching so deep as she places her hand on your lower back, forcing the bend. 

“Oh…” Abby grins at your desperate moans, “You really do know how to be a good girl and take it.” Her name falls from your lips like a stuttering prayer, as if she’s the god you’re praising at the altar. With each thrust, Abby back more of her strength into, packing a powerful punch to your cunt. Pulling at the strings, already making you see stars as you take from the angle. 

“Fuck!” With no warning, Abby pulls at your hair, your body conforming to her will. She could do as she pleased and you would let her. You wonder if you even had a chance or if this is what was meant to be. Her speed grows rapidly, your stomach doing flips as she penetrates you, fucking you until you’re irrevocably spent. 

“See? You’re just a whore. My whore. Got you cock drunk for me. Don’t I?” Abby thumbs with your clit, making you see stars. Lost in the effortlessness of her actions, calloused fingers playing you like her drums set. With ease, from memory she pulled out a performance, just like she did at every show, aiming to please her audience. 

“Do you—” Abby draws circles on your puffy clit, your growl as you attempt to push through your words. “Shit, I’m—” 

“Hm?” You hear it, the sound of your cunt being fucked blending into the busy street, her hands pulling you on her cock over and over. “Didn’t think I’d take it easy on you now, did you?” 

“I just didn’t think you’d actually feel this good.” With one particular hard thrust, Abby has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your body begins to shake at her ministrations. 

“We’re just getting started but I wanna see that gorgeous face.” She pulls out of you as she sits on the nearest lawn chair, “Hop back on, babygirl, s’all yours to use.” You remove the rest of your clothes, the E chain the only thing adorning your body. 

Messily, Abby spits on her large palm, mixing your slick coating her cock making sure she’d be nice and ready for you to slide right back on. You grip her soft, freckled shoulders as she helps guide you, her blue eyes darkening as she sees the bliss written all over your face. Sinking on her cock is a sight Abby wants to replay in her mind, the high pitched moan that releases from your body is food for her soul. 

“Fuck yourself on me, babygirl. Mhm, show me how much you need it.” You lean her forehead against yours, look in her beautiful blues, feeling a strange sense of intimacy as she fucks hours brains out. Abby likes the fact you have no idea who she is but you’re riding her like no tomorrow. 

When you start bouncing on her cock, Abby loses all coherent thought. Your not so subtle bounce of your tits, she loves them so much she cranes her neck to suck on your nipples, her tongue piercing adding a new sensation, unable to stop your pussy from gushing around her. 

“Does your girlfriend fuck you like this? Mhm, I don’t think so. My sweet babygirl, so frustrated, and all you need is some good fucking cock, huh?” 

“All I need is you.” Abby thrusts her hips into you, her heavily ring hand slips her pinky ring off, the shimmering gold is placed on your clit, your body jerking from someone so cold on your throbbing bundle of nerves. 

“Since you can’t feel the little ball on my tongue right now, I suppose this will have to do.” 

“Is that so, baby? Need me?” Abby glances over your shoulder before looking back at you, before she continuously meets the roll of your hips with her thrusts. “Dirty fucking slut, so horny for your cunt to be fucked properly. It’s why you came out tonight, why you got off on my thigh at the bar, why you couldn’t stop looking at me, s’why your hands have been over me all fucking night.” 

“Abby, shit, keep talking like that.” 

“Hm, you like when I call you my dirty slut? When I tell you how needy you are for me? Bet you would have let me bend you over the bar and fucked you right there.” You’re groaning, you scream her name so loudly, Abby can’t help but grin with a sinister smirk. 

“Yes, would let you do anything.” Abby hums approvingly, the cool sensation of her diamond encrusted ring doing wonders to bring you over the edge, “Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever—” 

One particular hard thrust has Abby wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you up as your body nearly becomes deadweight, her head making home on your shoulder. It’s when she steps into the light, met with Abby’s darkness. The night she had perfectly curated to fully benefit her, the strategic planning of a rotten apple, split right down the middle when push came to shove. 

— 

Three Months Prior…

“You said you would tell her.” The frustration written all over Abby’s face, her voice only raising an octave higher. Abby has never been so disgusted with herself, stopping so low, thinking she would get chosen over the long term girlfriend. 

Stupid. 

“I know what I said. I’m telling you, I can’t.” Ellie pinches the bridge of her button nose, trying to concentrate as Abby makes no move to do anything else but continue to fuck Ellie’s cunt. 

“Oh no?” Abby slips a third finger in her pussy as she shoves her face between her slender thighs. “You don’t wanna tell her why you won’t fuck her anymore? All the light night calls with your manager are flights to come to my penthouse and get your pussy fucked out?” 

Her tongue dips into Ellie’s pussy, she flattens her pierced tongue, the cool golden ball adding stimulation to the weeping woman’s clit, her body jerking at the action. “She’s too fucking good for you.” The speed of the bigger girl’s fingers send Ellie into godspeed, flirting with another dimension as she allows Abby to play tricks on her pussy. 

The reason she comes back, no one makes her cum like she does, not even you. Abby wants more but Ellie refuses to give it, not willing to leave you even if you know what she’s been doing, all the lies she’s told in order to fuck Abby, you’d never look her way again. “She can't do this though? It’s why you keep coming back, you need my fingers stuffed in your pussy.” Abby’s fingers are reaching so deep, kissing Ellie’s cervix as she grips onto her wrist, bucking her hips up into the rockstar’s fingers. 

“Maybe I should give them to her instead. I’m sure she would be more grateful.” Abby spits sloppily on Ellie’s pussy, kitten licking her clit until she sucks it in her mouth, tongue rapidly flicking over her bundle of nerves. Abby tsks, “Selfish slut, cum on daddy’s tongue like you fucking mean it.” 

Like the greedy whore she is, Ellie squirts into Abby’s mouth and the blonde doesn’t waste a single moment, she slurps obnoxiously on Ellie’s cunt. “Fucking whore.” Her tongue flattens as he licks from her puckered hole to her clit, every drop dispersing into mouth. 

Ellie’s entire body shakes, barely registering when Ellie throws on a robe, leaving it open and she lights up a cigarette on the balcony of her bedroom. Ellie whines for Abby. 

“This was the last time.” With a flip of a switch, Abby’s tone changes, her cunt with her blonde pubes making her pussy appear even more irresistible, all she wanted was to get on her knees for Abby, repay the favor but the stoic look on her face tells her she won’t be getting anywhere near her tonight. 

She exhales a puff of smoke, her sun kissed skin reflecting off the moonlight, every defined line of muscle making her even more beautiful. “But why? Did you suddenly grow a conscience?” 

“No but I’m not interested in being someone’s side piece. I’m the main fucking show.” Abby shrugs her shoulders matter of factly, “Show yourself out, Williams.” 

— 

The memory flashes before Abby’s eyes, she’s sure it’s crossing Ellie’s mind, her worst nightmare playing in front of her. Her girlfriend, screaming her mistress’s name, as she clings onto Abby like a second life line. The look of horror in her emerald eyes, she would know your body everywhere, it’s you. 

“All mine, my pretty pussy baby, m’babygirl gonna cum soon? yeah? can you do that for me?” Every word spoken was salt in the wound, smearing in as Ellie stood frozen still. The text was deliberately sent tonight for her own demise. Using Ellie’s needy nature against her, but it seems someone else was quite needy, but fuck was she prettier. 

Ellie is a fucking idiot, Abby thought. 

Knowing how much she loved it, Abby brought her finger to her mouth, sucking on the digit, then she teases your puckered hole and you’re begging to convulse. Letting yourself be held by Abby, but your hips don’t stop moving. 

No. 

You’re fucking yourself even harder on her. 

“Mommy, please? Make me cum, fuck, need to cum all over your cock. Gonna dump her for you, please. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” With her finger only slightly slipping into your ass, you see pull on her golden waves, allowing yourself to slip into the hold of rotten intentions. Ellie has seen enough as she slams the door on her way out but you’re too fucked out to even clock it. 

“Good girl. Let it go. Mommy’s got you. Mhm, give it all to me, baby.” When she’s don’t fucking you into another dimension, Abby lays back on the chair, feeling quite satisfied with her successful plot of revenge. 

Even better, she has you. 

You fall on top of her, still stuffed full, when she finds sucking on her nipples. Your tongue toying with the barbell, pushing and pulling as Abby takes a sharp intake of breath. 

“Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all night.” You giggle lightly, Abby drawing random patterns on your exposed back. She doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt as she lets you suck on her tits, marking her porcelain skin. You’re already more of a giver than Ellie, she smiles at the thought. 

“Don’t have to apologize. Never going to say no to a beautiful girl sucking my tits.” 

She’s entirely mesmerized by you, in ways she hasn’t been before. Truthfully, she almost came from seeing you cum. Never in her life has someone brought her so close without having her pussy in their mouth. “Do you want the driver to take you home or do you want to go for round two? I’d like to fuck you on my bed, feel your dripping cunt on mine, make you forget about that pathetic girlfriend of yours.” 

You forget she’s still inside you because you sit up fully and you’re moaning, again. 

“I’d like that but let me give you another ride, yeah?” 

Unbeknownst to you, the rotten apple lays beneath you, the same E chain hidden beneath the countless chains adorning her neck but sometimes they can taste just as divine as the sweet one. Sour or sweet? That’s for you to decide. 

Bloody, intentional, reckless — Abby Anderson has brought it all. 

Showing Ellie just how sweet something rotten could really be if preserved for someone else.

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[indigo474]

another sunday

its kind of funny- im writing on the internet and no one will ever see this. maybe i should write down the url and put in in my safe- i made it to the park~ the SUN made an appearance and it was glorious. is there a better feeling than having the sun shine on your face? sure there is but boy did it feel so so good today. so good. I ran and ran and ran..i havent been to the park in a while and the trail looked different.. the wood haven taken a beating this winter. I had some profound insights while running about myself.. my fears. i like to thin that i am brave and strong and i am.. but i am also soft and gentle and horrible horrible flawed.. no one EVER EVER showed me how to love myself or told me to love myself- it certainly was not modeled to me. today was the first time since Oct 20th that i thought about getting high.. in the morning, it crossed my mind but at this point i have zero tolerance and i didnt want to get so high i wouldn't be able to drive... it never occurred to me i could hit me vape. Ive been hit with the feels.. it's hormonal.. my fitbit says my period is due today. I ran 2x today 4 miles at the park and maybe another 2 around my neighborhood. Im hoping for a better week this week.. my head has been... out of it... I have my meals all prepped and ready to go Ihave everything i need and almost everything i want. my heart and soul are content. I used the air fryer and managed to not burn anything. Madison asked me to please not use it to cook meat.. I mentioned to James her request- his response was she will never know- true true true- but i will- i'll know. i'm not giving up on 2024 just yet.. good things are coming and i deserve good things. all the good things. I'm running a 5k next saturday. I'm excited to go to London.. i can check leave the country off my bucket list.. there are so many awesome places to see in THIS country that i would love to see. I was looking at the stars tonight- there are so few in the night sky that i can see i could probably count them all. to think that there are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on all the beaches combined.. wow!!! so yeah, London not my first pick BUT i am sure i will have a great time and it will be an experience. i ran myself tired. I woke up with hip-- not pain-- hip feelings. i think my uphill form might need some work. so, my knees are good and now my left hip wants to make its self known. my goal is to avoid injury at all costs. I had a few ideas for poems but didnt write them down. My goal this week is to write a poem.. write, read, run,meditate, lift, eat clean, sleep well, repeat.

[watchmegetobsessed]

WASTED TIME

A/N: i cant believe its finally done! this fic was in the making for way too long and im not entirely satisfied with it but oh well! its kind of my celebration fic for reaching 10k followers, which is just truly insane, i still can't believe it! thank you so much for all the support!!

PAIRING: CEO!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 7.9k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: An unusually nice looking man wanders into the bar where you work at and an unexpected friendship forms along with a deal, but how long can it last when you start to fall for the man that's out of your league?

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“How is tonight’s crowd?” Chantel asks when you stomp to the back to put on another shirt because you once again spilled beer on yourself. She is already dressed in her pink outfit, the high heels she is wearing look awfully painful and you have no idea how she can dance in them. She’s got her usual blonde wig on, going for the full Barbie look and men just eat it up all the time. Normally, she is not the type of person you’d ever see yourself befriending, but working at the bar for two months now you got to know some great girls, all of them struggling just like you. The bar pays well, the wage is generous and everyone gets to keep their tip. The owner is a decent guy, he wants to keep his staff satisfied and motivated to work so he is not trying to rip young women off who want to make money.

“We have two bachelor party groups, some weirdos in the back, but Lance has his eyes on them. Nothing extreme,” you tell her with a smile and reaching up you fix some lipstick she smudged onto her chin.

“Thanks babe,” she smiles before making her way out to the stage, ready to dance around her pole for the next hour.

You get to the changing room and opening your little locker you pray to find something you can change into. You’re definitely not in the mood to smell like beer all night and have your shirt stick to your chest until it dries.

Going through everything you have in there, deodorant, some snacks, an empty water bottle and a pair of old Converse, you only find a tiny crop top that could serve as your change. It’s still better than the beer shirt so you decide to put it on. It has your cleavage very much on display and your jeans are not high-wasted enough to reach the hem of the top so you’re showing some of your stomach as well. If you ditched the pants you could easily be one of the dancers in this outfit, you think to yourself as you shut the locker and head back out.

Your landlord raised your rent a few months ago and you had to quit your part-time job on campus and find something that pays better. As a student finishing your masters, you didn’t have many choices, you still have some classes so a full time job wasn’t really an option. That’s when the bar came into the picture. It pays more than your previous job, just enough that you can pay your rent and make it to the next paycheck and with the tips you can even afford to see a movie or have drinks with your friends once in a while. It’s all you want and need right now.

At first you were nervous to work at a bar that’s almost like a strip club. It’s not called that because the girls don’t get undressed, they just dance on the stage. But with time you got used to it and now not many things can faze you.

“Table two,” Roland tells you when you approach the bar and pushes your tray closer to you, full of drinks.

“Thanks,” you sigh, grabbing the tray and making your way to the table.

Chantel is already up on her little stage in the left corner, one of the bachelor groups ogling her like she was just a piece of meat. You walk past one of the weirdos as you reach table two, setting the drinks down to the guys.

“Thank you beautiful,” one of them winks at you, but not in the creepy way so you flash him a smile and ask if they want anything else. They say they are fine so you turn around and head back to the bar.

The weirdo is eyeing you now, you can feel his gaze burning down your body, you even catch him staring at your boobs, but you decide to ignore it. He is not bothering you or trying to touch you, so it’s all good.

About thirty minutes later you’re helping Roland out behind the bar, stacking clean glasses when you see an exceptionally good-looking guy walk in. He seems confident, but a bit weirded out from the place, it’s obvious this is his first time at a bar like this. He looks nice and clean and to anyone he would appear to be just some hardworking guy making a bit more than the average, but he can’t fool you.

You spot his Gucci suit from across the room right away and you’d bet all of your tip that his crispy white shirt is designer as well. The rings on his fingers are chunky and probably more expensive than they look, you are guessing he is in a quite high position in whatever business he is working at. Maybe even the highest.

He sits down to a table at the side in your section and you head his way right away. He is handsome, the kind of guy who surely doesn’t have any trouble wrapping a woman around his finger, he looks around thirty, his eyebrows etched together slightly as his eyes roam around the place.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, what can I get you tonight?” you ask, smiling at him just like you do every time you welcome a new customer, but this smile feels a tiny bit more honest than your usual ones.

His eyes flicker up to meet yours and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. This man is so beautiful, you’ve never seen anyone like him before.

“Hello, Y/N,” he says, his voice like sweet, golden honey. “What do you recommend?”

Clearing your throat you square your shoulders and look around, as if you were checking if someone can see how attracted you are to this man. But as always, everyone is minding their own business.

“To you? I would say scotch.”

“To me? Is that a special offer?”

“You just look like the kind of man that appreciates a good scotch and we have a nice bottle I don’t recommend to the usual crowd.”

It’s your odd way of flirting and you’re not entirely sure if he gets it or not. When he smiles at you, your knees wobble at the sight of his dimples. You’re gone for him.

“Then I’ll take your word,” he nods shortly.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“No, just the scotch for now, thank you.”

“I’ll be right back.”

On your way back to the bar you can feel his gaze burning a hole into your back, but when you’re behind the bar making his drink, you see him looking down at his phone. It doesn’t seem like he is at all interested in the dancers, you don’t even know what he is doing at a place like this. The bar is not too bad, but it’s definitely not fancy enough for a guy like him.

“There you go,” you smile as you return to his table with his drink.

“Thank you,” he nods with a small smile and though you want to stay and talk to him some more, you need to get back to your work.

He stays for a long time. Whenever his glass empties out, he asks for another and it goes like this until he finishes three of them. From then he only asks for water. Hours pass by and he just sits there, occasionally busies himself with his phone or he just simply watches the girls dancing, but not in a creepy, disturbing way, more like as if he was trying to figure them out beyond the stage.

The bachelor parties soon leave and some usuals appear clockwise, taking their usual spots as the night carries on. You’re cleaning off one of the tables the last bachelor party left behind when you feel someone lingering behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know it’s the creep that’s been staring at you all night.

“How much for a round with you?” you hear the raspy voice and you place the tray full of empty glasses and beer bottles back to the table as you turn around with an unamused look on your face.

“Get the fuck away from me,” you simply tell him, but it seems like it just riles him up even more.

“So you’re a feisty one, huh? Why don’t you—“

Before he could get a hand on you, a tall figure shows up behind him and pulls him back with a firm hold on his shoulder. To your biggest surprise it’s not Lance, but the guy in the Gucci suit.

“Leave now before you get yourself into trouble,” your savior tells the creep and the message is simple but his voice carries so much strength that anyone would be stupid to go against him and test him.

The creep mumbles something under his breath before turning around and walking out of the club. That’s when you see that Lance is just now returning to his usual spot, he must have been in the bathroom so you were lucky Mr. Gucci came to your rescue. Not that you weren’t ready to punch the guy in the face, but it’s nice that you didn’t have to make any effort.

“Thank you,” you smile at him and he just nods shortly.

“Saw him eyeing you all night, knew it wouldn’t end well.”

“Yeah, I was hoping he would just stick to the staring, but I was wrong.” You look in the direction of the seat the creep was sitting all night and you realize he didn’t pay for his drinks so now you’ll have to do it from your tips. “Fuck,” you growl under your breath.

“What?” the man asks.

“It’s just that he didn’t pay for his drinks. I guess no tips for me tonight,” you sigh and grab the tray from the table again and head back to the bar before shooting the man one last smile.

He stays for a little longer, but asks for his check soon. He is gone before you could have another word with him, but when you grab the money from the table your eyes widen.

He didn’t only pay for his drinks, he also left enough to cover the creep’s bill and the fattest tip you’ve gotten probably forever.

Days go by, even a whole week and you start to forget about your prince in shining armor, but then you’re working Friday night and about one hour into your shift a familiar, tall, well-dressed figure walks in. You’re behind the bar for the night so if he sits down to one of the tables you won’t be serving him like last night. But as if he could sense your yearning to have him at the bar, he walks up to it and takes a stool at the end of the row.

“So you’re back, huh?” you smile at him as you walk over to where he is sitting. He flashes you a sweet, charming smile and your knees go weak at the sight of him.

“I was nearby and thought of having a good scotch.”

It’s a blatant lie, you both know. He might have been nearby, but he definitely didn’t come here for the scotch, it’s the best you have but not quite the quality he is probably used to.

“That would be a first, the scotch bringing someone in rather than the girls,” you smirk, as you grab a glass and pour him his first drink.

“Girls? I barely even noticed them!” he chuckles, just as two dancers walk past him, wearing barely anything. It’s comical, how much he does not belong here.

With him sitting at the bar you get to talk to him more than last time. Whenever you have the chance you’re lingering around the end of the bar so you could keep the conversation up. It seems like he wants to know more about you and for every bit you share he offers something from him back.

That’s how you find out that his name is Harry, he is leading his own company he started almost a decade ago and that last time he wandered into the bar because the woman he was seeing broke up with him saying that he is not capable of having a normal, healthy relationship.

“But did she go into details?” you ask, as you’re fixing up an order of three gin tonics.

“She basically said that I’m boring and she would go insane next to me if she stayed,” he sighs, staring into his own drink.

That sounds like utter bullshit. Harry sounds like an exceptionally smart man with an intellectual you don’t find often. If she couldn’t appreciate him, she was probably way too stupid for him.

“If you want the opinion of a bartender slash waitress, she was just probably intimidated by your big brain,” you wink at him before giving out the tray to the waitress who got the order.

“And what about you?” he asks with a soft smile.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t seem to mind the higher conversation and you appear to be pretty smart yourself.”

“I hope so, I’m finishing up my master’s degree, I would hate it if I found out just now that I’m stupid as a rock,” you chuckle, wiping the counter off with a rug.

“What are you studying?”

“Biology. I want to become a microbiologist.”

“Wow, that sounds very interesting,” he says and probably for the first time, you feel like he truly meant it. Most people don’t quite understand why you want to watch microorganisms all day, but to you, it’s a fascinating world you don’t see with your bare eyes, but it’s still everywhere around you.

The conversation between you and Harry flows so easily throughout the night, you barely notice how long he’s been sitting at the bar. The fun however ends when he realizes it himself as well and decides it’s time to leave.

He leaves when you’re dealing with a problematic customer, leaving an enormous tip again on his bill and you only catch his tall figure walking out of the club.

You don’t think you’d see him anytime soon, or ever for that matters, but it’s a complete shock when he walks in the next day. You don’t question his return, just happily accept the extra time you get with him.

But it happens over and over again. Harry keeps showing up at the bar and some of the dancers tell you he dropped by a few times when you weren’t working and asked if you’d be coming in. You’re starting to grow a ridiculous crush on the man every time you see him walk into the bar and look for you, but you just can’t help it. You’re looking forward to talk to him, it’s so easy, feels like you’ve known each other for a long time.

“I have… news for you,” he shares one evening when he barely just arrived.

“News?” you chuckle. “Weren’t you suppose to say if it was bad or good?”

“I don’t know how you’ll see it so it’s just news,” he adds with a charming smirk that sweeps you off your feet every time. This man probably doesn’t even realize how hard you’re crushing on him. “I was asked to hold a presentation for a business class at your school next week.”

“Oh! That’s great news! So you’re not only a businessman but also a professor now?” you tease him.

“Just for this one time,” he adds with a shy smile. “Do you… want to come and see me?”

His invitation catches you by surprise, but it warms your chest to know he is thinking about you.

“You want me there?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” he grins at you and it takes everything in you not to climb over the bar and kiss him stupid.

“When is it?”

“Wednesday, ten am.”

Wednesday is the only day you don’t have any classes before twelve and you usually use it to the fullest and sleep as much as possible so you can make it till the end of the week, but this time you choose Harry.

“Alright, just let me know which building and room,” you smile back at him and see his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

As much as you’ve been waiting for Wednesday to come, the day starts off the worst way possible. Your landlord calls at seven in the morning, which is already rude enough, but whatever, and he presents you the raise in your rent he’ll be implementing from the next month.

You want to argue with him, tell him you’re not paying even more, but you don’t have much of a choice. When you were in desperate need for a place, you were foolish enough to sign the worst contract to ever exist just to get your current apartment and it allows your landlord to change the rent basically whenever he pleases.

You’re a hot mess by the time you get to the campus, barely even paying attention to anything else than the thought that how you’re going to pay for your rent next month. It even occurs to you that maybe you should look for a new place, but it’s impossible to find the right one in just one month. Maybe if you didn’t have school and work, but that’s not the case.

You make it to the room just minutes before the start and you spot Harry by a man at the door, it must be the professor, but as soon as Harry sees you, he pays no attention to what the man is saying.

“Hey, you made it!” he beams when you reach them.

“Yeah, sorry, I had a wild morning,” you breathe out.

“Professor Byers, this is a friend of mine, Y/N, I hope it’s alright if she joins your students for my presentation.”

“Of course! Take a seat, Miss,” the professor smiles at you warmly as the three of you walk inside.

You spot an empty seat at the front of the room so you take it as the students notice Harry walking in behind you and the whispering starts almost instantly. The girls take notice of the hot presenter and all of a sudden, they are happy they chose to attend today’s class. It seems like Harry himself doesn’t realize what kind of effect he is having on young girls and it just makes him even more desirable.

“Good morning everyone!” the professor starts speaking on the podium. “As I mentioned it previously, today’s lecture is extraordinary, we have Mr. Harry Styles here to talk to you about the challenges of keeping up with the fast growth of a startup. Mr. Styles started his company a decade ago, the then startup is now, maintaining the IT systems of some of the biggest companies in the city.”

You know what Harry does. He has told you about his business, but it’s strange to see him as the businessman that he is. To you, he is the nice guy you talk to at the bar.

As Harry takes the professor’s place on the podium and starts his presentation, walking the class through the history of his company, realization hits you just how serious this man is. Why does he keep coming back to you to the bar? What could a man like him want from a girl like you?

It’s no surprise questions are flowing at the end of the presentation, the girls are basically fighting for Harry’s attention, all while he stays completely professional and focuses on the job he is doing. When the class ends, he walks up to you first thing.

“So, how bad was I?” he asks as you stand from your seat.

“Bad? You obviously don’t realize how good you’re at public speaking,” you chuckle.

“Are you in a hurry? I thought that maybe… we could get a coffee or something?” he suggests.

“I have about an hour before my first class, so I’m in.”

To spare time, you choose the café that’s right next to the campus. It feels a bit odd to spend time with Harry outside the bar, but it’s also refreshing. The morning rush has already died down so you easily get a table once you have your coffees. The conversation flows smoothly again, but your head is not completely in it this time. You keep circling back to your rent crisis and how you’ll financially recover.

“Y/N, everything alright? You seem a bit worried,” Harry asks and it’s nice to know he is noticing the change in you, but you wouldn’t want to load out your problems on him.

“It’s just some bullshit I have to deal with, don’t worry about it,” you shake your head in dismiss.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talking won’t solve it, so…” you sigh, taking a sip from your coffee.

“Maybe I could help you? At least tell me what it is,” he pleads and you’re hesitant, but at last decide to tell him. Maybe sharing it will ease the worry a bit.

“It’s just that I have a very sucky contract with my landlord about my apartment and it allows him to raise the rent however he pleases. He decided to issue a raise for next month and I’m not sure how I’m gonna pay it.”

“I’m not a lawyer, but I don’t think he can do such thing,” Harry says with furrowed eyebrows.

“Unfortunately, he can. It’s my fault, I signed it because I was desperate to find a place to stay, so now I’m paying the price. Whatever, I will figure something out. Might pick up more shifts at the bar, though I’m not sure how I will fit it into my schedule,” you sigh.

Harry looks concerned, but he doesn’t try to get into your business, most likely he thinks it’s not his problem and it’s one hundred percent true.

The two of you finish your coffee and then it’s time for you to head to class and for Harry to go back to the office. It was nice meeting Harry outside of the bar, but it made you realize how much you want to spend more time with him when it probably doesn’t mean as much to him.

Later that night you’re working at the bar for a half shift, hoping to get your mind off of your financial situation just for at least a few hours and you’re also planning to talk to your boss about possibly picking up more shifts in the future.

Harry walks in and just like always, he doesn’t even bat an eye at the dancers, just walks straight up to you at the bar.

“Hey, missed me already?” you joke, placing a bunch of beers to your tray.

“I want to help you,” he starts without saying hello.

“Um, what are you talking about?” you chuckle, grabbing the tray and heading to your table as Harry follows you.

“I’ll pay for your rent,” he simply states and you almost drop the beers.

“Harry, are you out of your mind?” you chuckle. He steps back as you reach your table and place the drinks down in front of the men, but then sticks to your side again as you head back to the bar.

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re struggling and I can help you, so why wouldn’t I?”

“You can’t just pay for my rent. It’s my issue, I’ll figure it out myself, okay? I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to worry about it.”

“But I can’t just let you struggle when I have the money you need. I make more than what I could ever spend, I want to use it to help you!”

“Harry,” you sigh as you reach the bar. “I can’t just take your money. That’s not how things work.”

“Things work the way we want them to. Why wouldn’t you just accept my help? You’d rather overwork yourself and barely make enough to pay your rent? What’s the use of that when I can easily just solve this problem for you?”

“And what, you just want to hand me the money like it’s a piece of candy?” you ask in disbelief.

“Well, I was thinking about transferring it to you, but whatever works best for you,” he simply answers and you’re starting to feel it’s just a joke, he is tricking you.

“I will not just take your money for nothing, Harry,” you shake your head chuckling.

“Okay, then… we can make a deal, you can do something for me too.”

“Like what?”

He stares back at you for several minutes before answering the question finally.

“Spend time with me.”

“What?”

“In exchange for the money, spend time with me. That’s what I’m asking for.” It’s obvious he is nervous about the proposal and there’s no doubt in you he is meaning it in the purest way possible. He is not trying to take advantage of you. Before you could answer, he speaks up again.

“I love spending time with you. I love out conversations and I would love it if they could happen outside of this bar as well,” he chuckles softly. “I’m… I’m quite lonely when I’m not working. If you truly want to do something for me for the money, then just… spend some time with me. We could have dinner, or just watch a movie, anything you want to.”

The difference between the Harry you saw at his presentation and the one standing in front of you right now is wild. He looked so confident just earlier today and now he is like a nervous little boy, asking you to spend time with him. There’s no way you can say no to him.

“You can’t pay my whole rent,” you tell him. “Only the raise my landlord just added.”

Harry opens his mouth to protest, but you give him a look that changes his mind.

“Alright. Whatever you want.”

You just nod, in complete disbelief what kind of deal you just made.

Arriving to Harry’s apartment building is another shocking realization about just how successful he is. Like when you watched him present in that class, it’s such a big change to the version you’re used to in the bar.

It’s been two days since you made the deal with him and you wanted to cancel it several times already, but then you did the math and realized you’d never be able to pay your rent without his help.

Tonight you’re having dinner with him and he asked you to bring some of your favorite books with yourself. You wonder what those will be needed for as you head up with the elevator in the luxurious looking building. You’re wearing a simple sweater with jeans and now you’re questioning whether you should have dressed nicer or it would have been too much. But then you finally reach his door and it flies open just moments after you knock on it and you finally see him, wearing jeans and a simple shirt with a kitchen towel over his shoulder and you’re glad you didn’t overdress.

“Hey, come on in,” he smiles, stepping aside so you can walk inside.

“Hi,” you smile back before your eyes wander around the place.

It’s most likely at least five times bigger than your home, modern and stylish, but not the clean type, that can hardly feel homey. There are colors, paintings and pictures on the walls, décor and even flowers on a lot of surfaces as you look around. It suits him in a way you weren’t expecting.

A delicious smell wraps around you, coming from the kitchen and you spot the pan on the stove and the aftermath of the preparations for the food.

“I’m making some veggies with homemade fries and some dips,” he tells you, throwing a nervous look towards the kitchen. “I hope you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will. Can I help with something?”

“Maybe just setting the table,” he suggests and in a way you’re glad you can do something and be useful instead of just watching him work. Makes you feel more equal and comfortable.

You make some small talk as he finishes up the food and you set his massive dining table for just the two of you, and though you always enjoy spending time with him, you can’t help but feel a bit weird knowing you’re getting paid for being here.

“Are you alright?” Harry asks, when you finally dig into the food that turned out amazing.

“Yeah, I’m just… not quite sure how to handle this situation yet,” you admit truthfully.

Harr puts his fork down and the way he looks at you brings you so much peace and comfort, his eyes have the talent to speak to your nerves without words.

“Don’t think too much about it. We’re just spending time together because we enjoy each other’s company. And I help you out with your rent, because… because that’s what friends do and… we’re friends, right?”

“I guess we are,” you smile shyly. “Though I don’t tend to befriend customers from the bar,” you add chuckling.

“I’m glad you made an exception for me,” he smiles and somehow, as if he worked magic on you, he managed to ease your nerves.

The rest of the dinner goes by nice and comfortably, slowly you let go of every barrier and just enjoy Harry’s company, which is essentially an easy task. He is an easy person to like, even adorn. You drink up every word that rolls off his tongue and you feel so heard whenever you’re talking, he has the ability to make you feel like you’re the center of the universe when he looks at you, and it’s starting to sink deep into your heart.

“So, what about the books?” you ask when dinner is long over and the two of you are enjoying some wine on his comfortable couch. A shy smile appears on his face as he stands up and disappears without a word. When he returns, he is carrying some books, he lays them out on the coffee table and you curiously eye the titles.

“Honestly, you’re the only person I know who loves reading as much as I do. I could never talk about books with anyone before and… I thought we could exchange our favorites so we could talk about them later.”

For a moment you feel like your heart can’t take it. This is the purest interaction you’ve ever had with anyone, let alone a man. In this moment, as you stare back at him, you feel yourself falling for him.

Slowly, you fall into a routine with Harry. Monday noons are for school. Then you pick up an early shift at the bar and Harry picks you up at eight and you have dinner together. It’s been a challenge to find the best fries in the city, so you’re always trying out a new place.

On Tuesdays you start in the library, working on your thesis, then classes and then Harry drives you home from class and most of the time you end up on your couch, just reading in silence but also in the comfort of each other’s company. Wednesday is when you sleep a little late, then you go to class and work in the night. Harry sometimes picks you up, but when he can’t he sends a car for you. He doesn’t let you go home alone so late at night, even though you tried to tell him that’s how it’s been for a long time.

Thrursdays, you start in the library again and then usually have a late lunch with Harry somewhere near his office. At first you felt quite out of place when you were waiting for him at the lobby, but now you just look forward to see him walk out of one of the elevators in his fitted suits and a bright smile on his face.

On Fridays you start in school and then work a long shift at the bar. Harry always arrives around ten and sits at either the bar if that’s where you’re stationed, or you simply reserve a table for him in your section. Then he takes you home only to be at your door in the morning on Saturday to take you out for brunch. Once you’re fed he usually takes you somewhere, a museum, a gallery, or maybe just for a walk in the park. You talk and talk, never running out of things to say and every time you part ways your heart aches to be with him again.

Sundays are the only days when you usually don’t meet, but he is always on your mind. You read the books you get from him, you text him about the tiniest of things and wish he was there with you.

You tend to forget how you got into this position, but you’re reminded of it when the first amount appears on your bank account and then disappears with the rest of your rent. The guilt never truly disappears, especially when you realize you genuinely enjoy spending time with Harry and that it feels like he is just giving you the money for nothing.

But what keeps you on the edge the most is that you’re falling for him and it’s a dangerous territory. You’ve been like a lovesick puppy the past weeks, always thinking about him, zoning out at work just because you got a text from him. You haven’t felt like this since probably middle school when you had a fat crush on the cool boy in your grade. How could you not fall for him when he is the perfect man?

However you have no idea if he feels the same way or not. Sometimes you’re convinced he is just as into you as you’re into him, but then you remind yourself that you’re just some broke, silly girl while he is a successful businessman, so why would he choose you out of all the women he could get?

It’s still a mystery you haven’t figured out, but realization slowly sets in that you can’t go on like this for too long. You need to tell him how you feel so he has the chance to think your deal over. It’s just that you fear that he might not want to see you ever again. That would break your heart completely.

The past week has been awful. Somehow you fell behind with studying, you were late to two of your shifts and you’ve been having to deal with some of the rudest customers just to top it all. By the time Saturday comes you feel drained, especially because you weren’t able to spend as much time with Harry as you wanted. He’s been working on a huge deal all week and could barely free himself for one dinner. It all took a toll on you.

You’re convinced he won’t be able to see you today either, but when you hear the doorbell ring a little after nine, your heart practically bursts out of your chest. Opening the door you finally see him and the urge to throw yourself into his arms is almost unbearable.

“Hi!” you breathe out and when you see his eyes light up, you just can’t hold yourself back. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his sweet, comforting scent and as he curls his arms around you as well, you wish you could stay like this forever.

“Hey, missed me?” he chuckles softly and you don’t even care about appearing clingy anymore, just nod into his chest. “If I knew this is how you’d greet me I would have come sooner,” he adds before you finally peel yourself off of him.

“Um, sorry, the place is kind of a mess,” you sigh as you look around. Cleaning hasn’t been your top priority and now that you realize it, you feel a bit embarrassed he has to see it.

“No need to apologize, darling. More interested in how you’re doing,” he tells you as he follows you into your small kitchen so you could make him his usual cup of tea. It’s a habit now, you keep his favorite in your cupboards at all times and know exactly how he drinks it.

“Well, I feel like shit,” you scoff shaking your head. “This week felt like a year and it was a shitty one. Work and school has been killing me.”

“How can I help?” he asks in an instant as you hand him his mug, because yes, he has a favorite mug at your place, one that has tiny dancing frogs on it. Looks ridiculous in his hands, but it’s also the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

“Thank you for wanting to help, but it’s my shitshow, I don’t want to load it on you.”

“You’re not loading anything on me. I want to help, just tell me what I can do,” he insists.

“I need to reread the last part of my thesis, because something is off with it, but I can’t figure it out. I also have to turn in a project in about two hours and as you can see, the place is a disaster,” you sigh looking around. “I don’t think you can—“

“I’ll take a look at your thesis while you finish the project and turn it in. Then just take a nap, I can tell you haven’t slept well lately, I’ll clean up as much as I can,” he says without a second thought.

“You’re not cleaning up, Harry,” you shake your head chuckling.

“Okay, then I’ll just fill up the dishwasher,” he grins cheekily. It would be such a big help alone and you’re way too tired to refuse his offer.

So that’s how you end up in your bedroom, finishing up your project while Harry reads your thesis on his phone after you sent it over to him, taking notes about what should be changed or fixed. Originally you didn’t want to take a nap as well, but by the time you turn in your project your head feels way too heavy, so you decide to just lay down for a bit.

Of course you end up sleeping for almost two hours. When you open your eyes you hear some soft music playing outside and guilt washes over you instantly for letting Harry alone for so long. As you walk out your jaw drops.

Harry didn’t just load the dishwasher. He cleaned up the whole kitchen, gathered your dirty clothes from the floor and put them into your hamper, cleaned up your small dining table that was covered with notes, books and other knick-knacks you left out during the week. You find him changing the lightbulb in your lamp that’s on the sidetable next to your couch, something you’ve been delaying for weeks now.

“Oh, you’re up!” he smiles softly as he finishes up the task and walks closer.

“Harry, we agreed you wouldn’t clean up my mess,” you sigh, but on the other hand you’re eternally grateful he did all of this for you.

“I know, but… I just wanted to make you happy,” he admits with a shy smile and your heart skips a beat.

This is the moment. You can’t just keep hiding your feelings any longer, but how can you tell him you completely fell for him?

“Can I kiss you?” you hear yourself asking before you could even think about it. You see the surprise in his eyes and you hold your breath as you wait for an answer.

“I-I didn’t do it to get anything from you. You don’t… You don’t have to,” he stammers and it just makes you want to kiss him even more.

“I know,” you smile back at him. “But I want to, can I?” you ask again, stepping closer to him, so you’re only inches away from him.

His eyes trail down to your lips before returning to your eyes and then he finally nods. But instead of waiting for you to kiss him, he makes the first move.

His lips press against yours, soft and warm and you kiss him back in an instant, arms coming up to curl around his neck as his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you against him. He starts off slow, taking his time, savoring you, but then he gives and takes more, the kiss deepens and soon enough you completely melt against his lips. You press yourself as tight against him as possible, as if you’re trying to become one with him, your fingers combing through his messy locks and when he moans into your mouth you feel all your arousal pool between your legs.

His hands wander down to your ass, grabbing onto it shamelessly and you love how he has taken control when just minutes ago he was doubting if you really wanted to kiss him. Somehow you end up moving around in the room until your back hits the wall and you moan into the kiss, pulling one leg up to hook around him, only to have him urge you to do the same with the other so you’re clinging onto him as he presses you against the wall.

He pulls back abruptly, both of you panting with your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to think you have to do this because of the deal we made,” he growls with a pained look on his face and it takes a few moments for you to process his words.

“I’m doing this because I want you, I’ve wanted you for a while now. Do you want me?”

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he groans before kissing you hard again and you want to tell him you do have an idea, because you feel it through his hungry, demanding kisses, but you’re way too busy kissing him back.

You fight your feet back to the ground and it’s all a mess from there. You both start undressing in a hurry while also trying to keep touching each other, clothes are flying around the room until you only have your bralette on and Harry’s throbbing erection is covered with just his underwear. He pulls you at the same time you want to move towards the bedroom, but you lose balance and he tries to catch you, but at the end you both end up on the floor, laughing and panting as you’re lying on top of him.

“Are you alright?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yeah,” you nod, still laughing.

When the giggles die down you stare down at him and realize again just how beautiful he is. Leaning down you kiss him again, this time slower, more sensually as your hands wander down his perfectly sculpted body until you reach his rock hard cock. You squeeze him through the fabric of his underwear, a whine slipping through his lips as his fingers dig into your thighs on either sides of him.

“So you want me?” you whisper against his pink, swollen lips while you slowly pull him out of his boxer briefs, stroking his length lazily.

“I do, I have wanted you the moment I first saw you,” he admits and his words go straight to your pussy.

“We wasted too much time,” you sigh shakily as you position him to your core.

“No time is wasted that I spent with you,” he breathes out and you sink down on him with a loud moan, both from the feeling from being filled up by him and also from his words.

“Harry,” you gasp, hands on his chest to keep your balance while his palms are gently rubbing your hips, thighs and waist, his eyes glued to you as you sit on top of him.

“I’m right here, baby,” he murmurs as you start to move slowly, finding a rhythm that feels the best, moving your hips up and down, back and forth.

The hardwood floor is painful under your knees and you know Harry must be uncomfortable lying on it as well, but neither of you wants to move from here, the pleasure outshines everything as you start to move faster and faster, feeling your climax building up in the pit of your stomach.

You try to go faster as you feel your orgasm nearing, but your legs are giving up, so Harry wraps his arms around you and flips the two of you over. You gasp as your back hits the floor, but the moment he starts fucking you, you forget about it all. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin as he keeps thrusting fast and hard until you finally reach your high.

He follows just moments after, the room fills with your moans and panting, the two of you are one big mess and when he stops moving he falls to the floor next to you, halfway lying on top of you. His heavy, tattooed arm is draped across your chest that’s rapidly rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

When you return to reality you turn to face him, only to find him staring at you with bright eyes.

“Hi,” you giggle, rolling to your side so you can lean in and kiss him gently.

“Hi,” he grins back. “So… I guess we both kept a little something from each other all along, huh?”

“I don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t fall for you, Harry,” you tease him, brushing a loose curl out of his forehead.

“I could say the same.”

“I hope you know there’s no way I’m taking your money from now on,” you tell him, only to earn a confused look from him.

“What do you mean?”

“I still feel bad about it, but now that… we’re something more, it would be wrong,” you explain, but it seems like he disagrees.

“But I want to take care of you. I want to make you happy and I can’t do that if you struggle with your rent. Let me do this for you!” he begs.

“But isn’t it weird? That you’re giving me money?”

“I don’t see why it would be. I’m taking care of the woman I… the woman I’m falling in love with,” he says and you’re convinced he can hear your heart beating wildly in your chest. “Or if you don’t want it, I have a better solution,” he adds.

“Yeah? What is that?”

“Move in with me. That way you don’t have to worry about your rent,” he simply tells you and your eyes widen at his suggestion.

“Maybe let’s just slow down for a bit,” you chuckle, giving his bicep a squeeze. “Let’s talk about it later, alright? We can come up with a plan that suits both of us. We have other things to do now.”

“Like what?”

“Getting up from the floor. It’s fucking killing me,” you chuckle, making him laugh as well.

He stands up and helps you up, only to end up falling into your bed moments later. Because even though Harry said no time was wasted, you still have a lot to make up for.

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Shut Down

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Fingering; Oral sex; Overstimulation, Errors like rain.

A/N: I wanted to write a kind of flashback from the night before my last fic... and I had so many ideas about Roman in the gym that well, I couldn't resist.

- Slow down ... - he tried, seeing her throw yet another punch.

The punching bag trembled in his hands, the chain stretched for the umpteenth sequence and she stubbornly refused. One kick, one punch, two kicks, one punch, without even catching her breath. Roman continued to hold position, letting her let off steam as much as possible in an attempt to mitigate the chaos she must have been inside her at that moment. It was a way like any other to deal with pain, he respected it and it was always better than hanging around. Maybe.

- You'll get hurt - he tried to make her think, seeing her hold back a curse when she hit badly.

- Im less delicate than you think - she blurted out offended, trying again and getting the same result and a reproachful look from Roman.

- It's not a test, you can-

- Save your breath, I didn't ask you to give me lessons, champ. - she stubbornly replies, releasing a new shot at the sack that Roman collected in silence, along with his annoyance at her attitude.

She was angry, hurt, frustrated. Her mind was elsewhere. It was her way of dealing with those days, she did it to divert her energies, the feelings.

He inspired with eyes closed, taking blow by blow, letting Y/N make her way until a new twist put a strain on her ankle and seeing a grimace again, he couldn't help himself.

- Babygirl...

- Don't call me that, I'm not your baby girl - she cut him off, heading to the other end of the gym with an offended look and Roman tightened his grip on the punching bag with a growl.

He took another breath as she slipped off the black bandages on her hands to prepare the spreader bar and walked over to her, jaw set and tension mounting.

She was talking without thinking. It wasn't the right time for certain things, not tonight.

Undaunted, Y/N kept to load the weights and Roman ran a hand over his face, exasperated. He wanted to let her do it, give her a chance to let off steam in her own way, really, but she was overdoing it and when he saw her tighten the safety to climb astride the bench, he automatically moved to position himself too. That barbell was fine for a pure lifting exercise, not the nonstop marathons she was throwing herself into that night. He placed himself behind her head, watching from above as Y/N lay down and although the view was amazing from there, he focused on the weights, helping her to hold them. Blood pumping, he stood with his arms outstretched, ready to take the barbell out of her hand at the first hint of tremor and after all those hours, a set and a half was enough. He pulled it without warning and Y/N's eyes snapped at him.

- What are you doing?! - she groaned angrily, getting to her feet.

- That's enough. You will get hurt and it won't help you.

- Give it back Roman.

- No, you won't do anything else. Not as long as I'm in here.

- Then leave me alone! I didn't ask you to come find me, don't you have any interviews tomorrow? A meeting with the management, any calls to make in Florida?! - he heard her burst and tightened his grip on the bar, muscles tense and jaw set, staring her eyes into hers.

- Don't use that tone with me.

- Or?

God… he was trying, he was really trying. But she was really the only person in the world capable of driving him up the wall.

- Y/N... – Roman growled, curling his mouth as he tried to pick up the last ounce of patience.

- Back off, the Tribal Chief doesn't work on me. No punishment for the bad girl, we both know - she provoked him and the moment she turned her back to go stubborn to do who knows what else, Roman stopped trying to restrain himself.

He had gone there to keep her from doing nonsense like that, he had tried to do it with good hands, but if she cared so much and wanted to fight, he would give her a reason to fight.

It took him a few steps to grab her and an arm to load her onto his shoulders. He heard her squeak in her surprise, but that was all he got of her before she knelt against his chest and felt her wriggle.

- Let me go!

- You better calm down. Now.

He felt her hands pressing on his shoulders, trying to make room, but avoiding such situations was his job. He was able to hold men almost twice her weight, stuck with one arm around their neck, could hold her off or so he thought, because the fact that she was more flexible than expected, with that ridiculous gym outfit and pressed against him, was making it delicate quickly. He tightened his grip on her hips, passing his biceps under her stomach, but Y/N had already placed one knee on his shoulder and when she pushed her curly head over his back, Roman let go, not intending to end up with his butt to land for that impromptu match. He turned just in time to see her straighten up and took her by her ankle, crushing her on the floor to keep her from running away. And if he was a ground fighting type, he could have predicted it well in advance, but he wasn't and he honestly wasn't thinking, so the grip on his neck with the leg she pulled him into was a surprise. On whether it was pleasant or not, even he had conflicting opinions and just as many on how to get out of it. He could have forced her to defend herself, he was heavier, bigger and even if Y/N's legs felt like pincers, he could have done it, but he had to reach out to do it.

They were arguing, Y/N was even trying to submitt him, there was nothing else. He could do it.

So he slipped his big arms under her back and ass and lifted her up, standing with Y/N still clinging to his neck. He felt her tighten her grip with her thighs, saw her abs contract from the strain and one of her hands gripped his hair as he pushed her back down in a powerbomb without any strength. He could never hurt Y/N, but the contact with the mat frightened her anyway and he felt her hang around his neck, holding on reflexively to muffle. Her face curled up under his jaw and with her fingers gripping his T, Roman held her to the ground, quickened breathing and arms around her body. He inspired, feeling her still against his chest and regaining some patience, he kissed her on the head.

- We need to correct this attitude, do you understand me?

- ... I need to do it Ro ... - he heard her mutter and he tightened his grip, trying to shield her from everything even though they were alone.

- Pushing yourself to the edge and getting hurt won't help, babygirl.

He knew how bad she felt about that situation even after all those years, but self-destruct was no solution and he certainly wouldn't have stood by and watched her do it. She could spend the rest of her life in the gym, at any time of day or night, but not getting hurt, much less blaming him.

- … do you have another option?

The question reached his ears after a long silence, with an indecipherable tone and for a moment that newfound peace between them was on verge of breaking because of one too many replies, but Roman just had time to open his mouth with intend to put her back in line before he feel her lips press against the skin. He stood still, feeling her kiss his neck, first hesitantly and then with more abandon, in a hot wake that was enough to make his pants a prison. Her nails scratched the back of his neck and the growl of pleasure that erupted from his throat at that sudden and uncontrolled contact made her lift her head to study his expression and seeing those eyes, Roman sent to hell any good resolution to crash their mouths.

He was aware of how wrong it was. They were supposed to be just friends, they worked together and Y/N wasn't completely herself at the moment, but it was all so good. Y/N looked so tiny under him, so perfect in his hands and Roman couldn't help it. He didn't want to stop and if she craved a distraction, a respite, he would be more than happy to be there.

Her mouth was soft, warm, she tasted good and he had waited too long. It was like receiving a rush throughout the body, adrenaline rising, muscles suddenly tense with each touch of her hands. He was feeling intoxicated by the taste of her and he wanted more, more and more and Y/N was so willing to give him what his body was screaming. Her mouth had opened at the first touch of his tongue, leaving him in control, allowing him to devour her without the slightest resistance. She responded to every touch, every bite, it was exciting and comfortable at the same time, as if someone had made her specifically for that. For him.

He broke away from her unwillingly, breathing heavily, but although she was in the same condition as him Y/N continued to kiss him everywhere, tenacious and undeterred and Roman inspired her scent with his eyes closed, enjoying that unexpected warmth. He felt her teeth pinch his jaw, her hands grasp the back of his neck, cling to his arm and a hungry growl made his chest vibrate, feeling her everywhere against his body and still not close enough.

- Please ... - he heard her voice whisper - ... Ro please ... - she repeated over and over, prompting him to look down at her with a frown.

Y/N was the least fragile person he had ever met, she was almost unwavering and for that very reason a part of him was still keeping him from losing any restraint, but hearing her pleading with such a need in her voice, hearing her cling to him, was something that was beyond any effort of his self-control. It was probably another way to take the pain away, maybe she just wanted another punching bag, but it was the most exciting thing he had ever heard and it made him feel more powerful than any match in his life, more than any win or belt. It was a discharge to his ego.

- Roman, please - she tried again and he found himself holding his breath, seeing her pouting her lips, with an innocent look that didn't suit her at all.

- I cant with you… you said, no punishment for the bad girl. Have you change your mind? - he asked rubbing her cheek, while Y/N kept on looking at him with those eyes of hers.

She would have killed someone with that expression and Roman was more than sure he was ready to do the same if some dude had even tried to get close.

- You had been good with me. And me instead, I've runned my mouth. - she said it in a broken voice, but this time for something other than what had tormented her for those two days.

- So what? What do you want? - he urged her, passing a fingertip over her puffy mouth with a serious look.

Y/N let him do it without opposing and actually lifted her chin, settling better against his hand, while her legs slid around one of Roman's knees, allowing her to press her center against it. He felt her hold back a moan at that contact and possessively tightened his hold on her face.

- … maybe, shall we put my mouth to better use? - she suggested, blowing her breath against his thumb, before letting it slip into her mouth.

And the warmth of her tongue against his skin was all Roman needed. He watched her wrap her lips around his thumb, soft and shiny, her head wandering from side to side, while her soft tongue surrounded it. Roman saw her eyes move for a second on him, nasty, before hearing her suck and a moan of approval left him feeling the pressure.

She was a threat and an invitation, a roller coaster he never wanted to get off, but it wouldn't go that way, he wouldn't let her have her way. She had done it for hours, locked in that empty hotel gym, she had done nothing else. Now he was in charge and he would take care of her no matter what.

- No.

His voice stopped her instantly and Roman saw her look up at him again, lost and unprepared, as his thumb slipped out of her mouth again, wet and red from the attention received. He felt her grip loosen on his forearm, let go of the shirt she was clinging to and for a moment he saw her uncertain, before something inside her snapped, putting her back in line.

She was unshakable - or almost - and Roman held back the grin that threatened to curl his lips, spreading his hand across her face to grab her with a little more force.

- You will do what I want. Up there. And be still - he ordered sharply and Y/N’s gaze wandered back to him, reluctant, before a hand slap her bare thigh, tearing a yelp from her body.

- Do I look like I'm messing around? Up there. Now. - he repeated with more authority, growling almost the last two words and Y/N moved fast, sneaking out of the grip to get on the bench.

He followed, seeing her sit with her legs clenched and her eyes up, but look still a little annoyed and he stood in front of her, watching from the top to show her without any hesitation the bulge in his pants.

She wanted a distraction, she wanted that and Roman would give it to her, there was nothing he wouldn't give her, but in his own way and for the moment, although he would have liked it, without pushing her to her knees with his cock down her throat.

- Bend down and spread those legs for me - he pointed, seeing her put on a show in the process and ran a hand over his hard-on, focusing on what she was showing him even with those ridiculous tiny shorts on.

- Here? - she asked pointing to the bench, while he positioned himself in the middle of her, stroking her soft thighs.

He knew what she was doing, oh he knew it, but he wouldn't let her through. Not that time.

- Someone is still choosing to be bratty, hm? - he replied, giving her a pinch that made her back arch in a pose – As you want… I will take care of this.

He said it softly, without the real intention of provoking a reaction, but Y/N's entire body seemed to tremble at the idea of him and her legs even threatened to close, forcing Roman to block them with his hands. He gave her a warning look and let go only when he felt her soften again, running his fingers up to the edge of the shorts, to remove them first from one leg and then from the other. It wasn't in plans that the underwear would also come off, but her lace caged bikini was so soked that it stuck to the rest of the fabric and the mere sight of it made his mouth water.

- Roman.

The mutter hit him like her scent and placing both her beautiful legs on his shoulders, Roman pulled her to the edge of the bench, running his hands over her warm interior. He felt something wet under his finger, where the underwear must have rubbed on the skin and spreading it better, he caused a new shiver throughout her body.

- Look at that. So messy for me already and I’ve barely done anything.

He said it more to himself than to Y/N, his chest swollen with pride and his bulge throbbing, kissing her on the exact spot where he'd rubbed her trail of humor and then licked his lips. Whatever Y/N was about to say, the words died in her throat the instant Roman looked at her, exposed on that bench for him, with her unmade hair and her breasts who rose and fell from the heated breathing.

God, there was nothing he wouldn't do to her.

- I don't care if it take all night or more, I will fucking ruin you. - he growled hungry and regardless of whatever her reaction had been, he lowered himself between her legs giving a big lick to the center.

- Ah-Fuck!

Its flavor kneaded his mouth instantly, sweet and intoxicating. It tasted more then her lips, it was so concentrated, so intense, making him crazy at first taste. It was her flavour. He had never tasted anything like her and with an unnatural sound coming out of his chest like a roar, Roman dragged her against his face, burying himself inside to devour her. Felt her squirm on the bench and he planted a hand on her belly, giving her a threatening look.

He wanted more, he wanted all, he wanted to fuck her with his tongue, feel her melt on his mouth.

He squeezed, holding her in place, and returned to concentrate on his work, bending his neck just a little to catch one of her moist lips between his teeth. Y/N moaned something in a completely restrained gasp, but Roman was focused on sucking her flesh and then letting it go, first on one side and then on the other, moving as if that were really her lips. Her inside twitch in spasms, her legs shaking as he climbed back a little to suck the red button that stood in the middle with so much drive that it made Y/N reach over his head. His fingers clung to Roman's dark hair and a new growl left him at that contact, the boner throbbing uncontrollably between his legs and the scent of Y/N to cloud his mind.

- R-Rom-an… ah! Oh my g-Ro! Fuck! Ro!

He felt the humors dripping on his chin, beard and not intending to lose a single drop, opened his mouth, feasting on his hot nub without taking a breath or giving her a respite moment. Y/N tightened her grip on his hair, shivering skin and sweaty legs, indulging in a louder moan as Roman slipped his big tongue inside, overbearing and thirsty.

- No, plea-se! R-Ro! Ah! - she groaned out of breath, struggling with the invasions.

Furious, he persisted in his attack, feeling her walls pulsing around his tongue and pressed his face against her puffy mount, rubbing his nose on her clitoris in order to have more depth. He grabbed her from the booty, lifting her against him as if it was his only meal and Y/N dropped her head back, soaking wet from his strokes.

She was a mess, swollen, tense and more her body vibrated with the attention that Roman was giving her, more he lost control, eating her with enthusiasm.

- Rom-ahn! - she moaned louder, his folds now tightened for imminent orgasm.

And aware of the wave that was mounting inside her, wetting her more every moment, he returned to focus on her small protruding bundle of nerves, inserting two fingers inside to pump with more rhythm and speed. Y/N let out a scream for that introduction, she fidgeted, her voice broken and her eyes shut, arching her back to keep only her shoulders resting and Roman took advantage, flattening his tongue to give her the long lapping she needed before exploding. With his gaze on her, he felt her come on his fingers and pulled them away, returning his tongue to its place to bask in the taste of her now pouring over his palate. He cleaned her carefully, one stroke after the other, preventing her from completely descending from her apex to persist in that torture, with the same hunger with which he had started it. He sucked, bit and licked, without giving in, undeterred and stubborn, forcing her to squirm again.

- S-Stop it, R-Ro-

- Nah, another one.

He saw her hands clinging to the edge trying to pull her off, and he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her skin. Took her against him, inspiring her scent as if it was the only air he really needed and pushed his tongue back inside, making her tremble, fragile and hot under his touch. Her center responded immediately, still sensitive to the orgasm just passed and Roman soon felt her walls throbbing again, increasing the discharges to the rest of her body. Y/N's nails dug into his head, trying to push him away for mercy, but he had no intention of doing so and aware of his strength, he lifted her off the bench, bringing her back to the floor.

- W-wait Ro! Ah! S-slow down! - groaned Y/N, relaxing her back for a second too long onto the new position and it was enough for him to slip his fingers back into her, this time without taking off his tongue.

Leaving moods dripping everywhere, her folds spread comfortably to welcome him and Roman caught one between his lips, releasing it with a loud pop. He pushed, explored and licked, hungry, until he felt her wriggling again between murmurs and moans of pleasure, his manhood pressed on her back while he held her up. A new orgasm from her suddenly hit her, making legs tighten around his head and he licked thirsty, spurring her over and over between the tremors of her body.

- You're doing great... keep your eyes open, babygirl - he called back in an husky voice, licking his lips when Y/N stopped fumbling against the floor to look at him.

She was hot, with her eyes liquid for pleasure and a blurred look, she seemed exhausted and Roman gave her a moment of pace, placing a kiss on the inside of the thight to comfort her. A low sound of gratitude reached him in response and Y/N tried to close her eyes again, but the contact with his boner that was rubbing forcefully on her lower back made her reopen them and Roman smiled amused, leaving her a trail of rough kisses to return to take place at his table.

They would have time for that too, but not there and not now.

He rubbed against her with a growl, feeling his shaft throbbing for attention and deeply inspired her, pulling her back against his chest to pick up where he left off. Y/N however didn't seem to like it and in an effort, she struggled to wriggle out of Roman’s grasp, struggling to pull one leg away from his shoulders to turn around.

- Where y'think you're goin? C’mere, we haven't done yet. Another one - he took her, running a hand under her flat belly to lift her with no effort.

- No Ro, I-Its enough- but her voice failed as one of his fingers slipped deep on her spot from behind, causing a whine that Roman returned with approval.

- Enough? I said I’d take care of you... did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that? You know me babygirl, im a man of my word.

- ... Ro ...

- Just breath, baby, im not going anywhere.

No, he wasn't going anywhere at all. Not after getting a taste of her.

[gabzlovesu]

TW: FLASH

ღ ━ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓

keigo takami x reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, dom/sub, rut keigo, breeding kink, cream pie, choking, size kink? chile idek just have some random smut.

a/n: this is basically a very late birthday piece for hawks, im so sorry don't hate me! i've been having a lot of writers block lately and i'm finding it hard to write for hawks right now; it was rushed a little and not my best work but I hope you all still enjoy it.

Note to Self: DON’T use perfume containing pheromones to seduce people with mutant quirks. Why is that? Well here’s why…

Let’s start with the fact that Keigo nearly destroyed the bathroom because your stupid perfume was sending his avian instincts haywire and induced a rut before it was time. The cool and calm Keigo that you had been with all night, was now replaced with a man that only had one thing on his mind: breeding.

After naively offering to help with his situation, he had you trapped against the wall, looming over you with his dominating presence.

“How exactly do you plan to help me, babybird? Hmm?” He tilts your chin to force your gaze upon his ever-growing smirk. “I did have some ideas of my own but I’m open to suggestions.” He takes a moment to scan over your body and licks his lips, eager to taste what was waiting for him.

You fall short of providing an answer, but to your surprise, he lets out a soft chuckle. “Don’t tell me I’ve got you in a daze already, the fun’s just getting started, love.” His hands start to wander all over your body, from your nice breasts to your plush ass, and finally settle on your drenched flower.

“The least I could do is prep you for what’s coming,” he hummed quietly before ripping your panties off and sinking to his knees to devour your wet cunt. So you stood there letting him have his fill until you climaxed, releasing your sweet liquids all over his face for him to lap up like a dog.

He moves you to the bedroom so he can fuck you properly, throwing you on the bed with a soft thud. Both of your clothes get tossed to the corner of the room where they’ll be forgotten until the morning. And then his lips collide with yours, meeting and parting in a dizzying cycle that has you getting wetter by the second.

Everything is moving so fast — almost too fast, but you can only begin to imagine how this feels for Keigo. He flips you over onto your stomach before you even realize that his lips were no longer connected to yours. Immediately, your hips are pulled back as he sheathes his cock inside of you, nearly tearing you in half at the shear size and force. You scream out, gripping the sheets under you as if it’ll ease the pain,

“I know, I know, I’m sorry love. I just need you so bad.” He plants soft kisses across your back as an apology, hoping that you won’t hate him for everything that transpires tonight. Desperate for more he pushes your chest firmly into the mattress and rounds your ass at a concerning arch, allowing him to go even deeper, hitting the sweet spot that makes your toes curl in satisfaction.

His hands leave your hips and find themselves under your breasts, squeezing and kneading as he focuses on how they feel in his hands instead of the aching feeling that resided at his tip; regardless of how many times he thrusts into your pussy, he just isn’t satisfied — progressively coming more and more aroused with each snap of his hips. An arm snakes around your neck to pull you closer, slowly tightening as it deprives your brain of precious oxygen while Keigo continues to ram into you like a man struggling to keep his sanity.

Your nails claw at his arm, begging for him to ease his grip, “K-Keigo, please. I need…” You don’t finish the thought and your eyes begin to roll back, letting your body succumb to the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation it was receiving.

“Need what love? You need more?” You can hear the hunger seeping from his tone and think to yourself ‘How could he possibly have more to give?’ You get the answer to your question when you feel him go even deeper. Apparently, he never bottomed out for your sake but your cries mistakenly gave him the ‘go-ahead’ to do so.

“No… Keigo,” another loud moan falls from your lips. “I need air,” you choke out.

He manages to understand your statement even though the arousal fogged his mind. He mutters a set of ‘i’m sorry’s in your ear. He eases up on his strokes for just a minute before he loses himself to the pleasure once more. However, he’d rather look at your beautiful face than the back of your head so he stops briefly to turn you back over.

“Indecisive much,” you question with a smirk.

“No, but I’d rather stare at the face of the woman who’s gonna be carrying my seed,” he huffs in response. “Plus, I wanna watch how well you take my cock.” Your face grows hot and you stay quiet as he sinks back into your wet cavern.

Eventually, Keigo has you in a mating press (how fitting for the occasion) with your ankles to your ears as he pumps into you. His death grip on your ankles tighten as you violently shake from your orgasm, and he soon follows with his own. The way he looked during his climax was godly: hair clinging to his glistened forehead, toned chest on full display, and his wings outstretched in their full glory as he emptied his hot seed into you.

Your bodies remained entangled as you both take a moment to catch your breath. “That’s one down, at least three more to go.”

“Wait, what —

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄! taglist: @angwritez ,@riozakii , @misss-chrisss, @hungrynessforfics, @dejwrites, @rinhoes, @iloveitblackbhna, @protectpancakes, @presidentmonica, @oliverwritesstories, @nneedynymph, @sintiva, @indiecursor, @po3ticb3auty,@nanaminshousewife, @rxxicole, @gemimaya, @thenerdyrebel, @pixiikitty,@dabilovesme, @seyawrld, @4ngrysgf, @daichisbunnybaby

[books-and-catears]

I’m back to cause more chaos! :D (You did my Savage MC so well, how could I not return?)

My idea for this request shall be head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an Mc that’s just over everything. Threats from other demons (including the brothers) don’t phase her. She’ll either have a blank expression or say something like:

Demon: I could kill you right now! 👿

MC:*smiles and raises eyebrows* Then do it. Put me out of my misery right now 😃

Since MC’s died before, she’s just not concerned about her life anymore and would say concerning things like:

“How messy do you think my corpse would leave the ground if I jumped from this ledge? 🤔”

“Go ahead and kill me, you’re making things easier for both of us ☺️”

“I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for my relation with Lilith, I would still be dead....So close *pouts* ”

When someone asks why she’s like this she just explains with a soft smile and empty eyes about the shit she went through in the Devildom and that she’ll never be the same person she was before she was forced there. “You can’t blame me for being fucked up. I’m just accepting it 😀”

(This is only if you feel comfortable doing this, I understand if you’re not since this can be touchy to other readers)

Oh my god. I was literally thinking about writing something like this three days ago but I got stupid college assignments and completely forgot. I relate to this so much I feel like you and I share a good amount of brain cells thank you so much for this ❣️❣️

Warning: Mention of death, suicidal thoughts

Lucifer: MC, you're late again. How many times do I have to tell you to maintain curfew?

MC: I was busy helping Solomon, Lucifer so lay off me and go scare someone else.

Lucifer: You dare talk to me in that tone of voice?! Is that how you're supposed to talk to me?!

MC: Oh great Sir Lucifer, I've seen death, you see. You will have to do more than just threaten me now.

Lucifer: *shocked* MC... I wasn't....

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Mammon: *seeing MC in a scuffle with a lower demon*

Mammon: MC! How many times do I have to tell ya to not pick fights with other demons!?

MC: *laughs* Why? Cause they aren't related to Lilith and so won't spare my life?

Mammon: MC...no...

MC: Honestly I'd rather be killed for being me than be kept alive in someone else's memory so go away Mammon.

Mammon: *tearing up* MC don't say that... *Holds your hand tight while taking you back home*

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Levi: MC for the last time, stop killing your character within 5 minutes of playing!!

MC: Sorry I can't help it. It's not like I can die that easy in real life!

Levi: ...what?

MC: Ah man these characters are lucky! Look just one little bomb and dead! *kills character again*

Levi: *quitting the game, hanging his head low* Let's a play a different game, okay?

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Asmo: MC, would you like to join me in bed tonight? ;)

MC: Sure only if you choke me.

Asmo: Ah that's kinda kinky-

MC: Choke me like Belphie did.

Asmo: *horrified* MC, honey, no!

MC: Come on! Think of it as a kink!

Asmo: *distraught* Stop it MC! We're going to cuddle and kiss and you'll stop talking about this! *drags you and cuddles you tight to himself, softly sobbing*

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Beel: MC, you're standing too close to the edge there!

MC: How messy do you think my corpse will be if I drop from here, Beel?

Beel: *wide eyed* MC what-

MC: Oh my bad, can't have you watch your sister die in front of you again, can we? Ah man *pouts* why did I have to have her bloodline... You could have eaten me so long ago!

Beel: *breaking down in tears* MC no... please...MC just come back inside...*picks you and holds you tight to safety*... MC I would never eat you...

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Belphie: MC what's wrong? Why won't you hug me back?

MC: *dry laugh* Sorry Belphie, it's just not the same without you berating my worth and choking me to death.

Belphie: *looks away hurt* ... I'm sorry.

MC: Maybe you can do me a favour instead of half assed apologies.

Belphie: Favour? Sure I can do that.

MC: Do us both a favour and kill me, will you? No more apologies for you, no more worthless living for me, how about that?

Belphie: *buries his head into his pillow* I'm sorry MC... I'm sorry...

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Simeon: MC this is the third day you've eaten Solomon's cooking.

MC: Well it's not death, but it's close enough.

Solomon: Wait what?

Simeon: MC...

Luke: *crying and screaming* IM GOING TO KILL THOSE DEMONS! LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MC!

MC: *pats Luke's head* It's okay Luke, I'm safe here with you guys right?

Luke: YES! THOSE DEMONS WON'T SEE YOU AGAIN!

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Satan: MC I'm worried about the books you've been borrowing from the library lately.

MC: *sitting in the middle of books about lethal poisons and easy killing methods* Ah I wonder why~

Satan: Do you think I didn't notice how much you changed after your ressurection?

MC: Well good for you Sherlock. Say have you ever rage killed anyone? Cause I would love to volunteer.

Satan: MC stop. *Holds their hand* Don't be this way.

MC: *lifeless eyes and softly smiling* Try being brought to a whole new world without warning, getting ridiculed and threatened and made to feel weak by people you clearly you want to cherish, and then getting manipulated and killed by the person you only wanted to save.

Satan: *runs his fingers on your palm, listening*

MC: And then! Being brought back to life and told that you were spared for the sake of a dead stranger, who you have to replace.

Satan: *smiles sadly* Does being thrust into existence with a head full of memories and a heart of full anger and pain that isn't yours come close enough?

MC: ... Well a little. *holds his hand back*

Satan: You and I are more similar than you think. Our voices are but echoes of someone else's call. But it doesn't have to be that way always. Don't let it damage you like this.

MC: Ah well the damage is done. And I'm too tired to fix it, so I accept it instead. *dry laugh*

Satan: Well let me watch over this damaged soul then. *Brings out their favourite book* And for now let's read this instead.

MC: Can we go play with the cats later?

Satan: Of course, MC.

Hope this was okay! :') Really loved writing this thank you for the asks 😭😭😭😊😊😊😊

[digitalideae]

note: i’m pretty proud of this one,,, that is all. formatting may be weird bc im not good w tumblr

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I Feel Like I’m Inferior Even if You Tell Me Otherwise

Presents were always saved for a special occasion. You were raised with the idea that presents were for events like birthdays and the holidays, and gifts given when neither was happening was impractical. Your childhood was comfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t complain— your parents did everything they could to make sure you had a roof over your head, food to eat, and supplies for school among other small comforts. They taught you skills like knowing how to budget accordingly, and you were grateful for the practicality of it all. It’s how you lived up until the present, where you work and study for your master’s degree. You didn’t buy more than what was necessary, though you did spoil yourself when you had the extra funds. Your way of living, however, changed when you started dating NakedToaster— or Toasty, as you lovingly called him.

Toasty treated you like royalty, no matter what the occasion. He could be coming home from work one day toting a new gaming chair for you because he overheard you complaining to your friends about your back pain. He would buy you the entire series of a manga you mentioned in passing. He would buy you whatever you wanted— whether you asked or not.

You thought the gestures were sweet— it felt nice having someone remember all your nuances, from the way you drank your coffee to the games you played. However, those feelings would be followed by thoughts doubting your capability to give him gifts of equal value. Toasty always reassured you that giving him gifts wasn’t necessary, and that just being with you was enough for him.

“Don’t worry baby,” he’d say. “You’re the only gift I want.”

That didn’t do much to calm your nerves, though.

You made it a point to go overboard whenever it was his birthday or Christmas. You’d spend countless hours making him a gift and putting it together, yet still feel as if it can never compare to whatever he gets you. His reassurances just weren’t enough to ease your mind from ruminating about your perceived inferior gifts.

It wasn’t just the multitude of gifts that bothered you at times, but it was the feeling you had at the bottom of your chest whenever you remember who’s giving it to you in the first place. Toasty was the CEO of his own company. You were a graduate student trying to make it through your program relatively unscathed. In many ways, you felt like you couldn’t reach Toasty’s level. You felt like he deserved better than you— someone more put together and stable.

You played around with the idea of telling him, and after backing out at least different times, you decided that tonight was going to be the night you confide these fears.

The two of you are cuddling on the couch watching some cheesy B-list movie you found at a thrift store earlier that day. During one particular scene, you turn to him and ask, “Hey, are you in the right headspace for me to say some heavy shit right now?”

Toasty pauses the movie and looks at you. “I am, hun. What’s on your mind?”

It takes you a few moments to gather up the courage to empty your heart’s contents to him; but when you do, you bury your face into his chest. He smells like the white jasmine cologne you got him for his birthday, and that’s the last bit of encouragement you need to finally ‘fess up to him.

“Lately I’ve been feeling like you’re too good for me,” you admit. It feels good to finally get that off your chest.

He lowers his head, resting his chin on top of your head. “Too good for you?” he asks. “What makes you say that, sweetheart?”

You sigh. “You’re successful. You treat me so well. You remember probably every small detail about me and always get me things I like, no questions asked. You make me the happiest person in the world,” you pause. “I just think you can do better than being with me.”

You hear him sigh before feeling his hand on your head. He starts playing with your hair, twirling it around his fingers.

“But that’s gonna be difficult to do,” he says after a while of playing with your hair. “You’re already the best.”

You feel a mix of emotions arise when he says that. You don’t know whether he’s saying it for your sake or if he means it.

“But I can’t give you what you deserve,” you counter.

“And what is it that I deserve?” he asks.

“Someone who can give you the things I can’t,” you answer.

“And what are these things you can’t give me?”

You pause for a moment. You don’t have a definitive answer to that. “Things that you want. I can’t get you a new chair, or a new console. It’s like I get more out of you than you get out of me.”

“But I am getting everything I could want, and more,” he begins. You find that hard to believe. “I make enough money for us, and I have you and all the wonderful things you do for me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but close it just as quickly.

“You get up early to make both of us a nice breakfast. You text me while I’m at work to see how I’m doing. You put in all the effort and more into anything you pursue. It’s your love and passion in everything you do that’s enough to make me happy— to make me want to be by your side until the very end,” he goes off, his voice firm yet gentle. You can tell he isn’t messing around at all— that he means every single thing. “It sucks knowing that your mind is trying to keep you from seeing how much happiness you’ve brought into my life. I don’t want to let that go.”

You look up at him in awe. You didn’t know what you were expecting but it sure wasn’t that.

The thing with having anxious thoughts, however, is that they rarely leave after a few days. Hell, they rarely leave after years of having them. The only thing you can do is suppress them until they get too strong for you.

“Toasty… I,” you pause, avoiding his gaze. “I didn’t know that’s how you felt.”

He lets out a soft laugh and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Well now you know. And it’s because you do those things that I want to treat you as well as I can. Because you deserve it.”

You bury your face into his chest once again, not wanting him to see your flustered features. He doesn’t let you get away with that, however, and raises your head up by placing his hand under your chin.

“And I’ll make sure you get the best of the best, because you make me feel like I’m on top of the fucking world,” he says, before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“I’ll be sure to tone it down a notch though, babe. I want you to be comfortable when I get you things, and I’ll be sure to ask,” he plants another kiss.

“Anything for you.”

[nolawritesfanfics-deactive]

Stay With Me

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury

Summary: Xiao gets badly injured and you have to look for him.

Genre: A little Angst, fluff

Pairing: Xiao x Gn!reader

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The morning light shone through the windows of wangshu inn. No one was awake yet, leaving every hallway and room silent. But, there was one figure standing on the balcony of the inn, waiting. Every night, every morning, and every afternoon this figure waited on the balcony.

“Waiting for what?”, you may ask. No one knows. Of course, the residents of the inn have heard rumors about the person waiting, but the truth still remains unknown.

‘Another day has passed’ you think to yourself. Another day since you’ve seen Xiao. Another day that he’s been gone. You’ve called his name so many times, but it seemed that your calls would never reach his ears.

Where could he be? He couldn’t die, right? You hoped that he was safely with the traveler, nothing seemed to go wrong when they were around. They saved Mondstadt, they saved Liyue, hell they even saved you once. Maybe Xiao was better off traveling with them.

“Then why would he waste his time working with me then?” You mumble.

All you’ve done in his absence was your daily commissions, but nothing more. You used to fight alongside the Yaksha after your commissions, and while you could clear out some extra Hilichurl camps by yourself, it just wasn’t the same without him.

Your darkest thoughts had plagued your mind for far too long, and you were getting restless. It has been almost a month since you’ve heard from Xiao. Today, you would go out and look for him.

You gathered your things, and left a note for Verr Goldet, stating that you were heading out.

The passing minutes felt like hours.

The passing hours felt like days.

And soon enough, it had been days since you left the inn. Everything seemed hopeless.

Would you ever find him?

Would he ever come back to you?

Your questions were left unanswered by the wind, leaving you to press forward. By the time you had reached the blue-branched tree, the sun had set. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a necklace. If fact, an unmistakable necklace-

Xiao’s necklace-

Covered in blood.

Panic surged through you as you frantically called out for him. “Xiao! Xiao, please answer me-.” Silence.

“I… I-“ a voice rasped from behind the tree. “...(Y/n)... he- I’m here.”

You followed the voice to the back of the tree. Your eyes widened when you saw him. A mix of fresh and dried blood was cascading down Xiao’s face, a multitude of gashes and scrapes littered all over his body. You had never seen him get injured, and especially not as injured as the states he was in right now.

You knelt down in front of him. “Xiao, we need to get you help-“

“Im fine, I can make it by myself.”

“No, no you can’t! You’re practically half dead, please, Xiao, let me help you.”

Xiao averted his eyes, taking a sudden interest in the ground. He huffed, “Tch. An adepti seeking help from a human, it’s pathetic.” He leaned toward you, wincing as he tried to stand up. “But… I suppose I have no choice.”

You held out your arm for him to grab onto as he leaned on you for support. Suddenly, you got an idea. It would be hard, but all that training was good preparation for this, right?

Quickly, you scooped Xiao up and started carrying him bridal-style.

“Wa-wait just what do you think you’re doing?!” Xiao growled, heat rising to his cheeks.

“Carrying you. It looked painful for you to walk.” You said, “If you don’t like it, I can put you down-“

“No.”

“Huh?”

“I’m fine like this.”

Though his response shocked you a little, you were happy with it. The only thing left to do was find the safest way back to wangshu inn.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*:.

When the two of you had arrived at Wangshu Inn, it was well past midnight. You were greeted with a frantic Verr Goldet, who started fussing over both of you as soon as you stepped through the door.

“(Y/n)! You’re finally back, I was worried-“ Verr stopped talking as soon as she saw Xiao. “Oh no, let me get the first aid kit! I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you, Verr. I can patch him up.” You said, giving her a smile.

You took Xiao back to his room, and set him on his bed. Right after, you left to go get the first aid kid from Verr. When you returned, Xiao had moved to the edge of the bed. You set your materials out, and started healing him.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, you finally gathered up the courage to ask, “Xiao, what happened?”

“It’s none of your concern.” He mumbled.

“Please, Xiao. I missed you.” You pleaded.

He hesitated, “Alright… one night, I went to Niantianmen, there was a domain that the fatui were sighted in, and it needed clearing out. There were more monsters than I had expected and…” he winced at the bandages being wrapped around his arm. “... not that it was any problem, but I got trapped there. I don’t know how long I was stuck there, but a few days after I escaped, you found me.” Xiao looked at you. “Well? Are you happy? What are you- hey!”

You leaped forward and enveloped him in a hug. He didn’t deserve this endless cycle of pain. He deserved a happy life, not a bleeding head, bruises, and stab wounds.

“I’m so sorry… whatever I can do to help, just let me know.” You pulled away and looked at him. “You can trust me.”

Xiao’s eyes softened. “I know.”

Medical alcohol, Bandages, and ointment were spread out all over the bed. The room could easily be mistaken for an infirmary, which wasn’t exactly sleep inducing. You stood up and gathered your things, returning them to the first aid box.

“I should bring this back to Verr, and you should get some sleep.” You smiled at the adeptus, “I’ll see you in the morning, Xiao.”

No response.

Just as you were about to leave, Xiao’s voice broke through the silence.

“Wait.”

Huh? What was wrong?

“Please… stay.”

Your eyes widened. Xiao wanted you to… stay with him? You could feel your ears and cheeks warm up at his request.

“Of course.”

You put the box down and lay next to Xiao. In that moment, both of you silently promised to protect each other no matter what.

Tonight was like most nights, but this time, you weren’t waiting.

And when you woke up tomorrow, you knew that you wouldn’t be alone.

[ikeromantic]

Eeeeeeeek! Massive congratulations! Im so so happy for ya❤❤❤🔥🔥hope many more people discover your wonderful blog!😳🥺on that note could i pretty please request Ikevamp Theo -Nice🥺🥺🥺😳❤ and then K❤❤🔥😳

Thanks a million! And once again! Big congrats ⚘👏👏👏👏

I had five different ideas for bringing this together and it was hard to pick one ^_^ Approx. 1000 words with Theo being as nice as Theo can be!

Theo ordered another whiskey. He was feeling pleasantly relaxed, a low warm buzz in his limbs. Arthur, on the other hand, looked totally sauced. His eyelids hung heavy, giving him a sleepy look and his cheeks and nose were pink. “Am I going to have to carry you to the carriage?”

“What’s that, old boy? The carriage?” Arthur slurred the question, his attention only half on Theo anyway. Most of it was taken by the three ladies in the far corner. He’d been making eyes at them all night and would pounce the moment he was left alone.

“Yeah. The carriage. The one we’re riding home in.” Theo sighed. “Unless you’re sleeping it off here tonight?”

“Might as well. Got nothing else to do.” Arthur’s gaze swung around to the Dutchman. “Not like you, eh? With that fancy bird of yours. Where is she tonight, anyhow?”

Theo smiled, remembering how excited she’d been when he left that afternoon. “Decorating the mansion with Sebas. They’re putting up the Christmas tree today.”

“Is that so? I hope the little bird is putting up some mistletoe too. Wouldn’t mind that a bit.” He grinned widely.

“Mistletoe? Isn’t that poisonous?” Theo wrinkled his nose.

“Is it?” Arthur’s smile was wicked, and after that unhelpful answer, he wouldn’t say anymore on the subject of mistletoe.

Theo left shortly after, abandoning Arthur to his vices. When he arrived at the mansion, he stopped to admire the decor. Flickering candles in holly boughs sat in every window and bright red ribbons made the columns look like candy canes. Bows sat atop every entrance as if the mansion was a giant present. “Hondje was busy today.”

The inside was just as festooned with holiday decor. More ribbons and bows and garland made from holly and pine. He could see sprigs of mistletoe hung in each doorway too, with its bright green leaves and cheery red berries. Arthur had been right about that, though he couldn’t see why it mattered.

The mansion smelled nice too, as if the essences of a winter forest and a bakery had come together here. Theo couldn’t help but smile. He was surprised she hadn’t waited up for him.

He followed the warm glow of candlelight to the parlor. The tree was here, adorned with tiny, glittering glass balls and strings of popcorn and berries. An angel perched at the top, with wings of white lace and a dress made from dyed straw and cornhusks. But there was another angel too, curled up in an overstuffed reading chair.

Her eyes were closed and her lips parted in a small, secret smile. Theo felt a sharp pain in his chest at how innocent she looked, how precious. It was impossible that a man like him would be entrusted with such a precious treasure. He felt such a sudden surge of possessiveness and love for her that he nearly picked her up then. He didn’t want to share the sight of her like this with anyone.

There were two mugs of hot cocoa on the table beside her, and a tray of cookies. Little snowmen shaped things with wonky eyes and crooked buttons. Theo grinned. He sat down next to her and lifted a mug to his lips. It was cool now, but thick and sweet. He tried one of the cookies. It was a little crispy on the bottom but the inside was buttery and soft, and had a faint taste of vanilla and honey.

“Mmm, Theo?” She blinked sleepily, her expression one of pleased confusion to see him there.

“Mijn liefje.” He set the mug and cookie down, interested now in sweeter things. Theo stood and went to her chair. Now that she was awake, there was no reason not to pull her into his arms.

She held her hands up, reaching for him in an almost childlike gesture. It made him feel warm and gentle inside as he lifted her.

“You shouldn’t sleep in the chair, hondje,” he said, his voice raspy and low with the emotions she stirred.

“I wanted to wait up for you. I made cocoa and cookies.”

Theo smiled. “They were good, but I’m hungry for something else.”

Her skin flushed hotly, and her eyes went wide and dark with the same desire.

He carried her out of the parlor, stopping for a moment in the doorway to adjust his hold before carrying her up the stairs. He wasn’t worried he would drop her, just concerned for her comfort.

“Theo?” Her breath stirred against his cheek.

“What is it?”

Her lips brushed his skin. “You’re standing under the mistletoe.”

“Arthur mentioned that too. Why-”

She interrupted his question with a kiss. Her lips were honeyed warmth against his. Her tongue was silk and fire. Her kiss was anything but timid. She was greedy with it, ravenous even. And he met her eagerness with his own.

His ecstasy was more than just the feel of her in his arms. The breath they shared. The tangle of their lips and tongues, or the passion that burned in them both. They shared a bond, heartbeat to heartbeat. He was inexorably drawn to her, his beloved treasure. The queen of his heart.

“Schatje,” he breathed.

Her fingers curled around the nape of his neck, a smile danced in her eyes. “I wanted to make sure you were my first kiss under the mistletoe.”

“First?” He raised an eyebrow. “Only.” And then he kissed her again as she squealed and squirmed in his arms, a mock protest. “I’ll take it all down,” he promised in the next gasped breath. His lips claimed hers again, tasting her, memorizing the curve of her lips and the feel of her tongue. “And hang every bit over my bed,” Theo swore.

She laughed breathlessly when they next parted. “Are you jealous?”

“A little,” he admitted, his blue eyes aglow with fierce love.

“I promise my kisses are only for you, mijn beertje.”

Theo’s eyes widened. “Did you just call me -”

“Mhmm. I asked Vincent for ideas.” She grinned.

“Little bear.”

“Yep.” She laid her head on his shoulder.

His chest felt tight and too small for his pounding heart, too small to hold the love that he felt for her. “Let’s see how little you think this bear is by morning, knabbeltje. I’m going to gobble you up tonight.” The words were said lightly, but his eyes gave away the depth of his desire.

Her breath drew in sharply. Her lips curved in a smile that answered his hungers in kind.

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 25th march 2021

pairing : denki x gn!reader

genre : angst to fluff

themes : established relationship

request : angst to fluff hcs idea! denki hearing his S/O talk about their day and Denki being a little mad about something else that day he explodes his anger to her and he says "will you shut the fuck up? damn im so fucking tired of you". His S/O avoid him the following week even at work. Denki, feeling alone he asked his S/O what he did wrong. And then his S/O, almost crying, tells him what he did. He felt so guilty and bad and was finfing the way how to make it up to the. Thanks :)

note : i’m changing it slightly so they’re still in UA :p

[ denki ]

> you literally don’t argue

> in your 2 years of being together you’ve argued probably only twice and that was about safety it wasn’t out of spite it was out of concern

> obviously no one likes fighting but you both despise not being able to talk to each other as normal

> you’re the couple who do tiktok dances and play stupid pranks on eachother even if it takes hours of denki bribing you

> you have date nights every other day

> so when the bakusquad don’t see you together for a week they get a little concerned

-> scenario

> today had been a particularly tiring day training, everyone was tired but denki seemed to be going hard on himself

> he was mad at himself for not being able to withstand a certain amount of electricity before short circuiting

> since you were also busy training you couldn’t reassure him or make him feel better

> as soon as training ended denki headed to his dorm room laying face in his pillow

> you had arrived a little after him with mina and since he wasn’t playing video games downstairs you figured he’d probably be showering or something

> “hey denks” he just made a grunting noise as you sat on the bed

> “it was kinda fun seeing how far everyone could go with their quirks, oh and at one point i went against mina and her new moves are so cool, i wish i could’ve used that move you helped me make but there weren’t many chances to use it”

> you looked back down at the blonde his head was still in his pillow, you nudged him a little “how was your day love” you laughed a little at hid position

> “oh i think i saw you fighting against kiri you were doing so-”

> “do you ever shut the fuck up, i’m so damn tired of you y/n” he turned over slightly staring at his ceiling

> “what-” you were confused he’d never snapped like that

> “god you’re so annoying” he interjected you scoffed not wanting him to see you upset

> “right, you won’t be saying the same thing when you’re begging for my attention”

> he hadn’t really caught your words, he didn’t even realise what he had said

> when you got back to your room you overthought it a lot how long has he thought that about me, did we just break up

> you knew you were overthinking but that didn’t stop you from crying about it fuck has he really thought that shit about me from the beginning, that he’s tired of me, that i’m annoying

> you avoided him like the plague that night, you didn’t go downstairs much and usually you kept your door unlocked so he can sneak in but you locked it

> it hurt a lot knowing he thought that about you

> you went downstairs to grab a drink kirishima bakugou and sero were sat playing video games

> “hey y/n are you gonna play tonight?” you shook your head and walking over to him to see what theyre playing

> “you okay? you look tired” well i am tiring apparently

> “yeah sorry, just tired” you lied

> “oh in that case you should rest!” you smiled at the redhead nodding at his words

> “oh and y/n kaminari seemed worked up when we sparred earlier is he okay” you winced a little before pretending to have not heard them

> you opened the door of your room and struggled holding your water phone and books

> “hi sunshine” a sleepy voice that usually made your heart race except it made your heart rate speed up for a different reason

> you quickly closed the door and locked it sighing

> “y/n? what happened? is this one of your pranks you’re not getting me back by locking me out”

> the next day you woke up slightly earlier than usual, denki usually woke up late anyway so you took your time

> you walked to your class with bakugou and kirishima and sat in your usual seat

> when denki arrived he was a little confused since you hadn’t stumbled into his room at 6:30am and cuddled him until your alarm went off

> you didn’t have breakfast with him or walk to class with him

> you hadn’t even looked at him this morning and it scared him

> he wanted to talk to you but aizawa walked in making everyone sit in their seats

> for sparring partners you paired with bakugou since your quirks are pretty compatible

> during your sparring session you had pinned his arm behind his back which meant he fell on you since you were both so unbalanced, he had his arms on the ground caging you beneath him

> the electric type stared in jealousy wait is this why they’re acting weird? because they want to leave me for him

> fucking dumbass no just don’t hurt my feelings🌝

> you sat with the dekusquad since you’re friends with all of them

> it wasn’t too weird to others since you and the deku squad are pretty good friends

> you successfully ignored him for another school day but there was still the dorms

> “oi dumbass we’re doing movie night you comin” you smiled at the blondes softness towards his friends “sorry i’ve got uh homework”

> “uh homework?” you glared at him “you know what i mean”

> he rolled his eyes before going back to your friends

> denki watched from afar he wanted to make you smile, he wanted to do that so why weren’t you letting him

> “y/n” you froze a little hearing his voice so pleading but you shook it off and went to your room

> the next couple days were hard you didn’t know where you stood with the boy and you were honestly afraid to find out

> denki had tried to talk to you but everytime he did have the chance he chickened out afraid you’d say you don’t want him anymore and that terrified him so much he couldn’t think about it without tearing up

> it had been about a week since what happened and everyone noticed the atmosphere

> you both looked miserable and you wouldn’t be caught in the same room together

> “oi y/n open up, Now dumbass” you groaned letting the blonde in

> “what the fuck is going on with you and dunce face?!” you sighed

> “i’m not exactly sure” that wasnt a lie, you don’t really know where you stand with him

> “explain”

> “i went to his dorm as normal and he told me i was tiring and annoying and asked if i ever shut up.. it may not seem like much since you say that all the time but it’s the way he said it, he said it with so much hate, just didn’t feel great i guess”

> “just suck it up and talk to him, you don’t know what he’s thinking so find out”

> “and what if he wants to leave me”

> “then fuckin let him if things are meant to work out they will, besides i’m not doing this out of kindness, you’re uh not at your strongest during training so”

> you smiled a little hearing the blondes excuses for caring about his friends

> just as you let bakugou out denki watched and looked at the ground feeling tears in his eyes

> your eyes widened a little as he pushed open the door letting himself in

> “i don’t know what i did but you could’ve broken up with me before dating him you know!”

> you furrowed your eyebrows holding back tears

> “is that some sort of fucking joke denki?, you can’t tell me i’m tiring and annoying asking me if i ever shut up and then accuse me of cheating when that was very clearly your way of telling me to fuck off”

> just as he was about to ask what you meant he remembered what had happened that day, he was so tired and caught up in his own anger that he had forgotten

> “what the fuck, y/n i’m sorry i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to say any of that.. i shouldn’t have accused you of anything or taken it out on you” he let a tear slip out staring at the ground

> you thought about it and scolded yourself for overthinking so much

> “can we be okay y/n.. i love you even if i don’t deserve to”

> you sniffled a little at his words before smiling “do that again and i’ll fucking gut you”

> he jumped towards you with a grin on his face engulfing you in a hug

> “i missed this, i missed you so much baby”

> you nodded into his neck “me too”

A/N : pain only pain, i barely see any denki angst to fluffs so i’m here feeding my people😫

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[starsambrosia]

Tw mentions of sa/abuse/trauma

I was talking with Uncle Zeus tonight...5am

I asked if he wanted me to write something or go to bed, he wants me to write before bed.

Ooh boy, yknow im partially scared about being open here since ive gone so long being sorta super abused for opening my mouth about this, but i lost a lot to get here yknow.

Im not some dumbass pretending or role-playing, i lost family, friends, a girl i thought i loved more than anything, my religon crumbled before my eyes, ive been abused, assulted, forced into some nasty shit. All because i opened my mouth about this.

You dont belive me? Check divination, ask Zeus yourself, i dont care anymore because what else can be done to me. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And i know why he wants me to speak, i was so afraid so anxious to join pagan group or talk on here so scared to be flamed or outcast.

What can you do to me that the ones i loved most havent already done. Nothing. Whats some online dramma if it means i can finally open my mouth and express the things ive seen and felt.

It's been 6 years now since Apollo appeared to me, when i was a devout christian in training to be a prophet of "god"

Do you know how long i ran frome this??? Do you have any idea how long i fought them how many other pantheons i ran to and was booted out of, how many times Loki downright pushed me back to the greek pantheon, essentially saying "yeah this isnt my kid"

So much doubt and fear so much pain.

For the people who fake it, why? Why. This is hell this hurts this aches this has brought me unimaginable pain. I wanted so bad to just be normal to just be literally a normal ass dude.

I have lived in constant torture for so long. Day and night nothing but violation and suffering. I am a shell of what i was. And i have to heal so, so much, and i will never be the same. And even with all of that, im happier now...than i ever was christian.

I actually feel loved by them, supported, cared for. I feel bad i fought them for so long about this, i feel guilty that for so many years i shut them off saying it was hubris while they constantly patiently guided me over and over and over proving again and again that it was true and i couldnt run forever.

Its ok

Im scared, but thats ok

I'll be ok. People are entitled to their belifes and i know mine is controversial i know i might not be taken as seriously even though i dedicated so much time so so much time meditating, learning divination, channleing, banishments, hellenism as a whole as well as greek mythos and even teaching, reiki healing, greek cultural studies and history i put forth so much time and effort and study because i doubt I'm who they say i am and i fear so much that i am lying that one day Zeus will smite me for my audacity.

But, they havent.

Instead I'm embraced, met with love, care, encouragement, they get exasperated when i try to fall back to being a follower, they chastize me for it, i cant worship i cant do shit that followers can i am outcast from pagan groups because im looked at as a fraud or a scammer or an idiot when ive dedicated so much time to studying and learning just desprately trying to understand why im like this.

And yknow what

Thats fine

Everyone has their path, everyone has a right to belive, and I've met other demigods, ive seen them and ive done divination and theyr legit.

And anyways this is my blog i should be able to say whatever i want

If i can say stupid bullshit 24/7 why cant i actually express what i genuinely belive and hold very close to myself.

I pledged myself, mind, body, and soul to Lord Zeus, King of the gods.

If he sees fault in my actions he has and will punish me. I am more and more confident every day in who exactly i am.

And ive been through too much bullshit to stay silent any longer.

Thats my ted talk