#this is an inside joke so don't mind the spelling lol

[orange-orchard-system]

Happy Hween

[golbrocklovely]

careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 4)

A/N: first off, terribly sorry this came out so late. i've had a hectic last couple days, and didn't get to finish this fic up until tonight. and sadly, this the last thing i'm posting for my 13 nights of halloween. it's crazy to think that this is finally over. to anyone curious i will be getting back to answering asks by tomorrow. i'll also be writing up my review of hell week, and any other random things i had planned to write about/review before my 13 nights. also, i know so many of you have been waiting eagerly for this next installment, so sorry for the long awaited update. but hopefully it's made better by this fic. happy belated halloween, and happy haunting !

prompt: sam and colby have left you high and dry, so now you've resorted to possibly hooking up with a coworker at an event. but sam and colby will be having NONE of that. || vampire!sam and demon!colby x fem!reader

trigger warning: SO MUCH SMUT, manipulation via powers (surprise! it's not you this time), fucking in a public, fucking with a crowd watching, the crowd is also all of your coworkers, dumb business shit that i know nothing about bc i went to school for theater and work in retail lol, fourth wall break (spooky), cursing, degrading language, being bit but no blood drawn), mentions of: princess, baby girl, baby, slut, whore, called a fleshlight once, unprotected sex (but no fear of getting pregnant bc they're supernatural), gets a bit dark and possessive towards the end, heavy use of MINE and OURs, snc own you so…. if you don't like that don't read,

word count: 7077

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It was Halloween night, and while you usually looked forward to Halloween, this night was a bit different. The company you worked at was having their annual 'Final Fiscal Quarter Party'. The higher ups agreed that it would be easier to throw it during October, rather than in December. Individual offices could throw their own then, but the main, big event was happening tonight.

Your company rented out a huge hotel ballroom. There was catering, a local DJ playing some family friendly tunes, and a stage where awards were going to be given out. You had been to a couple of these events over the years, but they were always very... boring. You would much rather be at home, snuggled up, watching a scary movie.

Or maybe getting fucked by your... boyfriends? It was hard to describe the relationship you had with Sam and Colby. They used you, but you used them. It was a very symbiotic relationship in that way. But currently, you weren't really too keen on them.

You considered hitting up your old friend, Jess. She was the one, after all, that magically brought Sam and Colby into your life. You hadn't talked to her in a long time. It could be because she still blamed you for the book permanently shutting and ruining her dating life forever.

She could bitch all she wanted, but she wasn't the one being stalked and fucked by a demon and a vampire.

You had grown a bit tired of Sam and Colby, their antics, and their overall ability to flip your world upside down. The sex was great, obviously. But at what cost?

Not to mention, they hadn't spoken to you, or showed up, in months. You were going through a bit of a dry spell, and hated the fact that they hadn't answered your calls. So, it did cross your mind to get rid of them. Permanently.

But that was an issue for another time. Right now, all you had to focus on was getting just drunk enough to enjoy this stuffy party, but not too drunk that you get messy.

And that came a bit easy for you. Across the bar, a handsome man smiled at you, giving you a nod as you accepted his drink. You could see his paper nametag said Brian, and you hadn't recognized him from your own office - so he was a safe bet. God knows you weren't the only one trying to hook up with someone tonight. Plenty of colleagues from different divisions were going to be getting crazy tonight. It was an inside joke amongst the company that this night was usually a fuckfest.

You gazed over at Brian, admiring his silky quaffed hair and great suit. He had a lovely smile; one he shot your way over the glass of whiskey he had in his hand.

A man like Brian seemed... dependable. A good choice for a significant other. Boring, basic, Brian. Maybe that's exactly what you needed. Something steady and settled. Not... supernatural.

Yeah, but could you ever fuck a man like Brian? A man like him could never fulfill your needs. You could hear Colby's voice in the back of your head.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip from your wine glass. No. Brian might seem a bit basic on the surface, but who knows? Deep down he could be a sex god. Maybe he was packing some serious heat, and just knew all the right ways to eat a woman out. Yeah, that's what's you would be focusing on. Not the imagine that Sam and Colby would surely try to paint in your head.

You were brought out of your thoughts as the lights dimmed up and down, signaling everyone to get to their seats, as the speeches and award ceremony was going to start soon. You shot a look at Brian one more time and found your seat quickly.

The head of the company sauntered up on stage as applause erupted throughout the room. He nodded his head, shooting a couple people smiles and finger guns. Eventually as the room quieted down, he stepped up to the podium, beginning his speech.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm so happy you all could make it here tonight. Happy Halloween by the way. Isn't this much better than a Christmas party?" He let out a solid laugh, swatting at the crowd jokingly. "But as I was saying, tonight we are all here to celebrate. This company might be big, but it's the little guys - the individuals - that deserve the praise the most. Sure, I'm the head and face of this place, but you guys are what make it possible."

Another round of claps came from the room. You glanced around and noticed that the chair next to you was empty. There was a name tag on the plate, designating this spot for a "Colson Brock".... whoever that was.

"Now before the awards begin, I would like to introduce you all to someone remarkable. This man has helped shape this company in many ways. And, he's incredibly sexy. So let's all give a round of applause for Samson Golbach." The CEO grinned brightly, gesturing to the side of the stage.

You raised an eyebrow, Sexy? That's a strange word to use at a business party. Not to mention, The CEO was married to a woman so... this was all a bit confusing. You awkwardly clapped as the light shined on a man with light blonde hair. He was in an all-black suit, his hair gelled in a sleek look. He waved at the crowd, smirking mischievously. He smiled once he got to the podium, his fangs glistening in the light.

Was that... Sam?

You gasped in your seat, staring up with wide eyes at the stage. It looked like him, but you had never seen him in a suit. Plus he wasn't exuding the same energy he usually would so, maybe this wasn't him. Maybe this was his doppelganger, or someone that looked extremely like him. You sat back in your chair, narrowing your eyes up at the man.

"Thank you all for having me here today. I know many of you don't know who I am, but that's by design. I purposefully like to stay in the shadows, remain almost anonymous. It's a system I built to keep this company running at breakneck speed, and so far... this has been our most successful year to date!" Samson cheered.

You could feel the room clap again, happy with Sam... Samson's words. You took a deep breath, your anger rising. This can't be Sam. Sure, it looked like him and even sounded like him. But Sam and Colby had never taken this... thing, with you outside of your own house. There was no way they would do this to you in front of all of your coworkers and colleagues.

"It's nice to finally be appreciated and received so well. I'm sure you've all had some crazy days and night working here. I usually work all hours of the night and barely get to see the sun. You would think I was some sort of a vampire or something." Samson chuckled, some members of the crowd following suit. He turned, catching your eye, and gave you a wink.

Did he just...

The chair next to you pulled back, a man sat down hastily. He cleared his throat, catching his breath. He unbuttoned his dark blue suit jacket, the silver pinstripes reflecting in the light. Your eyes traveled up the man's form, taking him in until finally stopping on his face. Everything about him was familiar, but his hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead. He took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses and sliding them back on.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” You growled.

The man, Colby, turned to look at you suddenly. “I'm... sorry?”

You crossed your arms tightly, sitting back in your chair. “I can't believe that you and Sam would do this.”

He gave a weary smile. “I'm so sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“Right, Colby.” You huffed.

“Colby? That's a silly name,” he chuckled. “My name is Colson.”

“Of course it is.” You turned to him sharply, “You know you two have a lot of audacity to do this.”

He shook his head awkwardly. “Again, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Miss.”

“You guys haven't spoken to me in months. I've called out to yall and got nothing back. And now you show up and want to play dress up?!” You whispered harshly. “You guys are sick.”

“I'm not entirely sure what to say. I'm not who you think I am,” he dissented. “I'm Colson Brock, not Colby, and I've never met that man on stage before in my life. But I am about to get an award from him so... if you could just stop talking to me, that would be for the best.”

You scoffed. “I swear to God, Colby-!”

You were cut off as Sam’s voice grew louder, “This award is given out to individuals that show inspiring traits and work countlessly day in and day out for us. The award for Best Dedication, Integrity, Creativity, and Knowledge goes to... Colson Brock!”

You scowled as Colby stood up, patting down his suit softly. He walked towards the stage, shooting you a smug look over his shoulder. He stepped on stage, shaking Sam's hand, and a photo was taken of the two of them holding the award.

You grabbed your purse, sneaking off to the bathroom quickly. You stumbled in, rushing to the sink and leaning against it. The bathroom was empty, just you alone. You breathed deeply, shaking your head.

That had to be Sam and Colby. There's no way that wasn't them.

But a part of you imagined, for just a moment, that maybe... it wasn't them. How could they have manipulated everyone into thinking they were real workers at this company? The CEO introduced Sam, or Samson. Colby's name, or Colson's name, was on the nametag and award.

You felt yourself flush at the thought. Oh my God, if that isn't Colby, that man out there thinks I'm absolutely insane. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to my table, sit there and eat an under seasoned chicken parm, and pretend I didn't just berate a man?

You groaned, bending down, and resting your head against the sink counter. Even when Sam and Colby weren't around, they still fucked with you.

You heard the bathroom door squeak open, your body jolting up. You didn't need another person thinking you were losing it.

Heavy footsteps crept into the bathroom, a man. A deep voice sighed, snickering lightly. You glanced up through the mirror, your eyes widening. Colby swayed in, leaning against the wall. His suit jacket was gone, now just in his button up and slacks. He rolled up his sleeves, running a hand through his hair.

“Surprise, Princess. Did ya miss us?” He teased.   

You glared, “What the fuck, Colby?”

“What?” He gestured outside the bathroom, “A bit too dramatic?”

“This is my livelihood! How dare you and Sam come and fuck this up for me!” You exclaimed, anger coursing through your veins.

“Relax, baby. We would never do anything too bad. No need to worry. Everyone will forget any of this happened. Honestly.” He put his hands up defensively. “This was all meant to be a bit of fun. We just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, you succeeded. Congratulations.” You retorted, crossing your arms.

“You should be congratulating me on my award. I have the best dedication, integrity, creativity, and knowledge.... D-I-C-K. Dick? Best dick, get it?” He bit his lip cockily, “Came up with it myself.”

“You're a fucking genius,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. “God, I knew I should have talked to Jess sooner.”

“Jess... why does that name sound familiar?” He questioned, feigning curiosity.

“She's the one that gave me the book that made the two of you.” You explained bitterly.

“Oh, she is? I'm gonna have write her a thank you card,” he winked. “But why exactly do you need to talk to her?”

“You two... I want you gone.” You admitted.

His face dropped, “What?”

You stepped up to Colby, getting in his face. “Aren't you tired of fucking around with me? Coming and going as you please? Why am I not allowed a normal life with a normal guy?!”

The lights flickered in the bathroom, Colby's eyes turning black for a split second, his horns visible. You shuttered, pressing yourself against the counter. The lights stopped flickering, and Colby was back to normal.

He cleared his throat, loosening his tie a bit. “Because... you're ours. You belong to us.”

“Fuck you.” You spat.

“You have... multiple times,” Colby pointed out in a snarky tone. “Even last year around this time, too.”

“Last Halloween?” You thought back, and a bunch of images started popping into your mind. Sam snapped Colby's neck but was also somehow terrorizing trick-or-treaters. Colby took control of your body but was also somehow dead while you and Sam fucked in your kitchen. It was all very confusing and didn't make quite sense.

“Wait, how the hell did you both fuck me and simultaneously not?” You puzzled, aggravated.

“I guess it just depends on what you picked.” Colby smirked, “Right, reader?”

“What are you talking about?” You replied.

“Don't worry about it.” He leaned against the counter next to you, “Back to what you were saying though. So, you want a normal guy so you can live a normal life... why? Isn't it more exciting to get fucked by a demon and a vampire?”

“Yeah, but there's more to life than sex.” You argued.

He feigned shock, “Take that back.”

You jeered, “You're extra fucking annoying, you know that?”

“And you clearly need the brattiness fucked out of you. But for some reason you don't want me or Sam to do it. Why? Did you have someone else in mind?” He took a couple steps, facing you again, “Like, say... Brian.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “How do you-“

He interjected. “I'm a demon. I know a lot of things. Not to mention I saw him and you eye-fucking each other by the bar. You're lucky I saw it and not Sam. Because Brian would be drained dry by now. Still probably will be.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. I was eye-fucking Brian. And why am I not allowed to? Yall have been gone for months.”

“But you've been putting that toy of yours to such good use,” Colby taunted.

“You're an asshole.” You shot back.

“Thank you. I appreciate the love,” he smiled genuinely. “But I gotta ask, do you really think a man named 'Brian' can make you come like we can? Be honest with yourself on that.”

“That's not the only reason I want him,” you responded sassily. “Plus, he could be really good at sex.”

“Okay then. Let's find out.” Colby stomped over to the door, yelling out, "Brian! Get in here!"

You furrowed your brow, confused as to what Colby had up his sleeve. What the hell was he bringing Brian in here for?

Brian stepped in, glancing between the two of you. He had a dazed look on his face, clearly entranced.

“Colby, don-“ You started.

He cut you off again, “Look, princess. You wanted to know if he's a good fuck. So, I'm giving you the chance to find out. See what a normal fucking will bring to your life.”

“You can't force him to fuck me!” You fumed.

“I mean, I definitely could, but I'm not going to.” He turned to Brian, patting his shoulder, “Brian, my guy, do you want to fuck Y/N?”

Brian nodded. “Yes.”

“That's why you were buying her drinks tonight, right?” Colby asked.

“Yeah.” Brian’s voice was dull, almost like there were no thoughts behind his eyes.

“Such an honest man,” Colby commented. “Do you find her attractive?”

“Of course.” Brian agreed.

“Would you sleep with her if she said yes?” He continued.

Brian blinked, “Yes.”

Colby looked at you, “There we go. Happy?”

“I'm not fucking him in here, or in front of you.” You retorted, leaning back against the counter.

“Don't you want to prove me wrong? Don't you want to wipe the smug look off my face when he makes you come with his tongue? Or his totally, not average sized, dick?” Colby stepped up to you, his voice low, “The moment I walked in here, you got wet.”

A rush of blood came to your cheeks, your breath hitching.

“No amount of blushing can hide that deep down, you're a slut that wants to be fucked - pretty much - anywhere. And you're only giving me lip because we left you cold and alone for a couple months. I'm sorry about that. I truly wished I listened to your pleads...” he leaned in, kissing your cheek. “And cries...” he moved to the other cheek, giving it a quick kiss. “And screams,” he kissed your forehead gently. “Begging me to come fuck you. But absence makes the heart grow fonder. And this, right here, is my apology to you.”

You stood still, unsure what to do. Part of you did want to fuck Brian, just because you did find him hot. But with Colby standing next to him... it was no contest.

“Here. I'll sweeten the deal,” Colby offered. “If he makes you come, we'll leave. Forever.”

You froze, “Really?”

“No, probably not. The whole magical book kinda forbids that. But we will leave here, and you and Brian can go on your merry way and you two can go have beautifully... vanilla, sex.” He smiled dryly.

“Lucky for Brian, I'm already wet.” You quipped, glaring.

“Perfect. Brian, give the lady what she wants.” He gasped, “Ooh, can I choose what he does? Pleaseeeee?”

You blinked, giving the slightest nod.

“You are so generous.” Colby spun to him, “Brian, do you want to eat her out?”

“I would... but I don't do that.” Brian spoke monotone.

Colby’s face dropped, almost mimicking yours. “You don't give head? Sloppy toppy? None of that?”

“No.” Brian replied.

“This is the man you want, huh? Absolute loser,” Colby pointed at him, rolling his eyes. “Well, Brian, now you do. So, go crazy.”

Brian turned to you, a lustful look overcoming him. He dropped to his knees, crawling towards you. Your heart raced, watching his every move. His hands wrapped around your ankle, slowly kissing up your leg gently. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, your head falling back a bit.

Colby leaned against the wall, studying you. His face was blank, almost uninterested. You glared at him, trying to ignore his presence. He smiled, giving a little wave.

Brian nibbled on your inner thigh, his fingers stroking up and down the center of your underwear. He brushed against your clit, your knees almost buckling.

“You're wet, Y/N.” Brian hummed in awe.

“Yeah, that's what happens when you turn a woman on.” He leaned in, whispering to you, “Is he new around here or...?”

“Shut up, Colby!” You groaned. “Keep going Brian, please. I need you.”

“Don't take it too personally, Brian. She says that to everyone. Especially me.” Colby grinned.

“Drop dead.” You hissed.

He remarked, “I'm not really alive so...”

Brian pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down your legs and to the floor. The cool air hit your hot sex, making your body tense up. Brian leaned in, his mouth connecting with your clit.

You closed your eyes tightly, allowing the sensation of his tongue to arouse you more. It was a slow build, that was for sure. Nothing like Sam and Colby and the way they did things. But it was still nice.

But maybe not what you needed.

You placed your hand on the back of Brian's head, pushing him more into your heat. He grunted, the vibrations feeling fantastic against your clit. You amped up your moans, hoping it was believable to Colby.

He yawned, gazing at you bored. You shook your head, deciding to ignore Colby. You were determined to come, to make them leave. But Brian was not helping you, which was upsetting.

“Brian, baby... go a little faster please.” You begged, annoyed.

He nodded, moving his tongue hastily. You could feel the pleasure build more, but it was still a long way away from being close to an orgasm. He slid a finger in, pumping in and out sloppily. You groaned, feeling even less turned on suddenly.

“I guess I know why you don't give head.” Colby swatted at Brian, “Move.”

Your eyes widened, “What? No! Brian, st-”

“I know you want to come so we leave, but that ain't gonna happen with Brian over here.” Colby mentioned.

"Well, maybe he could fuck me!" You argued, gesturing to his dick.

“But I'm not hard.” Brian stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Eating pussy isn't really a turn on for me.” Brian informed.

“God, Y/N, you really know how to pick them.” Colby pulled him up by his arm, smiling sinisterly. “Brian, why don't you leave and go find Sam? I think he can teach you a valuable lesson on what happens to men that don't please their women.”

Brian turned and left, not saying another word. You huffed, glaring harshly at Colby. “Your little glares aren't going to do anything to me, sweetheart. If anything, they just make me hard.”

Colby's hand slid down and cupped your sex, palming your clit gingerly. You gasped, back arching as you pressed yourself against the counter. Colby barricaded you in, his hand beginning to make small circles on your clit.

“This is how a man fucks a woman like you.” He uttered, staring at you intensely.

“But you're not eating me out.” You challenged.

Colby cocked his head. “If you wanted my tongue, you could have just asked.”

You suddenly felt a tongue licking at your entrance, your body shuttering in ecstasy. “Fuck, h-how-?”

"Did you forget I have abilities? Is it because the horns aren't here?" The lights flickered, and when they turned back on, his horns were out. “How about now? Do you remember what I am now?”

"Yeaahhh, I remember." You whined, your head falling back in pleasure.

“You are so sexy when you get close to coming. God, it makes me hard just thinking about it.” Colby pushed his clothed, growing dick against your thigh, “Do you feel me?”

You nodded mindlessly, your hands gripping his forearms.

“Princess?” He asked innocently.

“Uh-huh?" You murmured.

“I think that's enough for you." All the sensations stopped, Colby pulling away from you.

“Wha-? No. No! Colby, please.” You grumbled.

He asserted, “It's time for you to be punished.”  

“What did I do?” You questioned, your mouth a gape.

"I'm sorry, was Brian that forgetful or do you like playing dumb?" Colby spun you around, making you face the mirror. He rolled your dress up a bit, pressing his bulge against your bare ass. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna start fucking you, and you have to remain quiet. Just like you were with Brian."

You lowered your voice, “Why do I have to be silent?”

“Because otherwise, you'll get caught.” He whispered cheekily.

The door busted open, and a gaggle of women came in, chit chatting like there wasn't a demon about to fuck you right against the sink.

You gulped; your voice even quieter. “What the fuck, Colby?!”

"Don't worry, princess. If you remain silent, they won't see you. But once you make a single noise, they'll know. They'll know that you are a dirty slut that likes to get fucked in the bathroom. That you're so desperate for dick that you'd let a demon fuck you. And a vampire." He tsked sassily, "Double greedy."

Colby unbuttoned his pants, giving your ass a slap as his cock sprang free. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp.

"You ready for me, baby?" He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding along your lips. Then finally, he glided his cock in.

You trembled from the sensations, direly wanting to moan along with him. But you didn't want to get caught. Being fucked while others were around, whether they could see you or not, was embarrassing enough.

But also incredibly thrilling.

Colby thrusted deeply, his cock hitting the right spot over and over again. You felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. Your body already felt like it was building rapidly, your legs shaking under your weight. You felt like your skin was on fire, burning against the cool air.

A lady walked up to the sink next to you, washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror. You shuttered out a breath, Colby picking up his pace.

“Don't look at her, Y/N. Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch yourself get fucked.” He commanded breathlessly.

You turned your head, staring straight. He smirked at you in the mirror, keeping his pace the same while lazily pulling off his tie.

"This is what you deserve, sweetheart. You're such a slut for me." He yanked your hands behind your back, tying them easily with his tie. He gripped your connected hands, bucking his hips harder and faster now.

Your body buzzed erotically, your hips gyrating in time with Colby's. You could feel your edge building; all you had to do was stay quiet.

Colby slid one hand down between your legs, finding your swollen clit instantly. He rubbed it faster than his thrusts, causing your whole body to jolt. You sucked in a harsh breath, knowing you shouldn't have. But God... the sensation was too much for you to stay quiet.

The women in the bathroom looked around, confused.

"Baby, do you want to get caught or something? Because you are being awfully loud. Maybe you need something in your mouth to quiet you down." He snaked his other hand up towards your face, his two fingers rubbing along your lips. You parted your mouth, allowing his fingers inside.

He cursed, “That's fucking it baby. Be a good girl and suck them for me.”

You sucked his fingers like your life depended on it. He finger-fucked your mouth in time with his dick, both speeding up as the minutes passed. You could feel yourself getting close, knowing that your orgasm was imminent.

“It's been too long since the last time you sucked my cock.” He chuckled darkly, “Maybe later you do that for me. Wouldn't you want that, princess?”

You nodded desperately, bucking your hips wildly against his cock and hands. You were about to explode, your edge hitting its peak. This is all you wanted for the last couple months: to be fucked hard and well. And that's what Colby was doing.

“You almost ready to come? Build up baby. Suck my fingers dry. Suck them like you would my dick.” You took his fingers deeper, gagging around them. You pumped yourself on his cock, whimpering. "There you go, baby. What a good girl." Colby leaned in, his horns grazing your cheek as he uttered, "My good girl... Come for me."

Your body spasmed around Colby's cock, bouncing on it helplessly. You moaned loudly around his fingers, not caring if anyone heard. You had been so focused on staring in the mirror at yourself getting fucked that didn't see that you and Colby were all alone in the bathroom once more. His eyes bore at you in the mirror, flashing to black.

Relaxing your hips, his cock pulled out of you for a moment, letting you relax. You felt your juices run down your inner thigh, your body still running high. You leaned down, placing your head against the counter as you took some deep breaths.

“Hi there, baby girl. “A familiar voice came from behind you, but it wasn't Colby's. You looked up quickly, Sam now behind you, and Colby was nowhere to be seen. Sam waved back at you in the mirror, smirking. "You ready for me now?"

“W-Where is Colby?” You stuttered, your pussy twitching at the thought of Sam's hard cock.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He'll be back soon enough." Sam traced a finger along your sex, gasping. "God baby, you are so wet. Completely soaking yourself."

He took his finger into his mouth, tasting you. "Fuck, I missed that."

Your mouth hung open, watching him through lustful eyes. His hand snaked around to the front of your body, grabbing your neck firmly. He pulled you flush against his partially exposed body, his cock hard against your ass. "We give you everything you could ask for, and you still wanted someone like Brian? How pathetic."

He forced your head to look at yourself in the mirror, "You are a desperate slut just begging to be fucked. But we're the only ones that can make you feel this good."

Sam slammed his hips into yours, his cock taking you deeply. You grunted loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. He took advantage of your still tied up hands, holding them tightly. His other hand raced up your back, lowering you down to the sink. He placed you flat against the counter, fucking you harshly. You shook with each of his thrusts, mewling at every in and out.

“You think you get to choose who fucks you now? You think you can move on from us?” He fumed, his cocking hitting your spot repeatedly.

You panted, “Noooo.”

“There is no one other than us. Let me make that abundantly clear: you're ours.” Sam's fangs sunk into your skin, your eyes widening. He continued to bite you all over, barely drawing any blood, but marking you; letting everyone know you were taken.

Your second orgasm was close. You needed this second one badly, itching to come sooner rather than later. You could feel how desperate and hot and slutty it was turning you.

“Baby girl, do you deserve to come? Have you been good?” Sam questioned.

You nodded, your whole body shaking, “Yessss. Yes I have. Please Sam! Please!”

He pulled you up again, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly. “Ride my dick, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.”

You uncontrollably bucked your hips, whining on his cock. His hold on your neck tightened just enough, making it hard to breath and your vision blurring. The lack of oxygen made your orgasm hit twice as hard. You soaked his member, moving mindlessly on it until you finally finished. Your legs gave out a bit, Sam catching you. He snickered, his red eyes taking you in through the mirror.

The doors to the bathroom busted open again, a random lady coming in. She turned and looked at the two of you, not even acknowledging what she had to be seeing. "Y/N, you need to come out there quick."

You were taken aback by this woman, unsure of who she was or what the hell she wanted you for. "W-what are you talking about?" You rushed, shimmying your dress down, trying to cover yourself back up.

“They're calling your name. You won an award!” She exclaimed, leaving the bathroom happily.

You furrowed your brow, turning to Sam. But he was gone. Those powers of their really do come in handy for moments like these.

You shuffled out of the bathroom, even more confused as you glanced around at everyone from your company. They were all looking at you, smiling brightly and being congratulatory. You walked towards the stage, the people directing you, and as you got closer, you saw Sam and Colby on it, holding a plaque of some sort.

Sam pulled you on stage, kissing your cheek sweetly. Colby handed you the award, shaking your hand dramatically. You took the award in your hand, turning it to see what it said.

“Give it up for Y/N everyone. The biggest slut of the year!” Sam yelled into the microphone. “Congratulations baby, you deserve it.”  

You gawked at Sam and Colby, the reality of what they did hitting you. You threw the award on the ground, glaring at them harshly.

“Hey now, we worked really hard on that.” Sam pouted.

“Fuck you, how dare you make me a fool in front of everyone!” You ranted, getting in their faces.

"Princess, no one is gonna remember this. And luckily, no one will remember this either." Colby smiled devilishly.

Sam and Colby grabbed at your dress, tearing it off your body like it was made of cheap fabric. The crowd cheered, your body heating up immediately as you were suddenly naked in front of everyone.

“Now, don't argue with us, plaything. You can bitch and moan all you want to but being fucked in front of everyone... turns you on.” Colby wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “No matter how much you want to deny it, you can't deny how drenched you are right now.”

Your body quivered as Colby's fingers slipped easily into your cunt. You fell back against him; his suddenly naked body cool against your hot skin. Sam sauntered up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your torso. His hands kneaded your breasts, nipples aching to be touched.

Sam laughed, “Look at her, Colby. She can't even argue with us. She knows that we're right. She is the biggest slut of the year. She's our slut, our toy, our plaything. Ours. Forever.”

The room erupted in applause, some even screaming out your name.

“Let's give them a show, princess,” Colby gestured to the eager crowd. Let the people see the real slut you are. Isn’t that what you want? To be fucked in front of everyone.”

You couldn't think anymore. Every sensation was overpowering your thoughts. You knew deep down that Sam and Colby were right, and all you could think of was how badly you wanted to come again.

You nodded feverishly, your hands automatically pawing at both of their bodies. The air around you changed once you said yes, your body being positioned graphically. Forced down onto your knees, Colby stood in front of you, while Sam was behind you.

“Aww, baby. Look, it's your favorite positions: on your hands and knees, getting railed by us.” Sam jested playfully.

Your sex throbbed, direly needing them inside of you. You whined, looking up at Colby. “Please, just fuck me. No more teasing.”

Colby stared into your eyes, jerking himself off right in front of your face. “You want this, huh? You want me in your mouth. Say it.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I want you in my mouth.”

“And what about me, toy?” Sam slapped your ass, making you look back at him.

“Fuck, I need it. I need the both of you so bad!” You cried, grinding your hips back against Sam.

Hoots and hollers sounded off around the room. You glanced at the crowd, their hungry eyes taking your desperate form in.

“Fine then, since you asked so nicely,” Colby cupped your face, turning your head back to his cock. The tip pushed against your mouth, sliding in easily. He moaned lowly, almost animalistically. Sam teased his cock along your entrance, slipping in effortlessly.

Once they were in you, you sighed deeply. It felt so good to be surrounded by Sam and Colby, to be filled by them. They had you right where they wanted you, and you loved every second of it.

And the crowd seemed to love it even more.

They started off slow, taking their time to build your pleasure up. There was nothing else on your mind. All you could think about was their cock and how much you wanted them to come deep inside of you.

Colby gaped, “Oh princess, you have the filthiest mind. Maybe even dirtier than ours.”

“That's why she's our slut. We are just innocent people being used by this whore of a woman,” Sam shuttered, lulling his head back as he fucked you. “And God, I love every second of it.”

“I could fuck this mouth for hours. How does that sound, sweetheart? You love that idea, don't you?” Colby breathed, biting his lip, staring down at you.

You nodded enthusiastically, taking his shaft deeper. He grunted, hips twitching. His hand rested on your head lightly, pulling your hair softly. His grip tightened, causing you to gag around him.

Sam cursed, “Fuuuuck, she clenched around me when gagged. Keep doing that, baby girl. That felt so good.”

“Y/N, how can you get all of this, all of us, and still want something else? Especially Brian. What a fucking loser.” Colby groaned, disgusted.

Sam agreed, grimacing. “Dude didn't even know how to eat pussy. He didn't even like eating pussy.”

The crowd booed, screaming expletives at the sound of Brian's name.

“See, everyone knows that Brian sucks. How could you ever settle for something like that when you have the best right here?” Sam inquired. “Two men willing to do anything to make you come.”

"Let me make this perfectly clear, darling," Colby pulled himself out of you, raising you up so you were eye level with him. He held your face firmly, his voice low and calm. “While I'm never the type to get jealous, and watching you get eaten out by that joke of a man was entertaining and kinda sexy, let me be honest with you.”

His face dropped, his eyes darkening with each word. "If you ever go after another man again, I will personally make sure to rip his heart out in front of you, and then I’ll breed your cunt so deeply you will feel me for days. Because there is no one else for you, princess. Just. Us. Forever. That means for eternity, you are ours. You are mine."

Sam yanked your hair, pulling you out of Colby's grip for a moment. He grunted harshly, "That goes for me too, baby girl. If you ever even breathe near another man again, I might have to drain your sexy little body dry and turn you into our immortal plaything for forever. And don't think for a second I'm bluffing."

Colby took you by the neck, pulling you back towards him, choking you lightly. All the while, Sam was still fucking you. "There is no escaping us, Y/N. We will never let you go. No matter what you do for the rest of your life, we will always be there, in the shadows, watching. We own you. And nothing will change that."

His face relaxed, going back into his casual, smug look. "So... in the meantime, enjoy yourself, princess. And open your mouth again."

He pushed you down, his cock still hard and leaking, ready to fuck your mouth. Their words sank deeply into your mind, arousing and frightening you all at the same time.

Colby thrusted himself back in, gagging you. “There you go, baby. But now, I think it's time we give the people what they want. Right, everybody?!”

The room screamed in approval, lustful energy shooting through you from the sound. Suddenly, Sam and Colby began fucking you passionately, the sheer brutal force alone bouncing you back and forth on their cocks. You whined around them, feeling yourself get lost in the feeling of being their toy.

Sam groaned a breathy sound, “God, you're basically just a fleshlight, Y/N. Don't you love being used by us?”

“You know she does, Sam. Just a set of holes for us to use.” Colby’s voice was husky and low, “God, her mouth feels incredible.”

“She's so pathetic, really. She squeezed around me so tightly when we called her names. Maybe we should do that more often.” Sam taunted.

“Of course. There are so many more names we could come up with for her. But right now, all I'm concerned about is coming down her throat and fucking her until she chokes.” Colby's hips sped up as he face-fucked you. You didn't even have time to react, your jaw becoming slack and just allowing him to take over and use it like a toy. Tears welled up and rolled down your cheeks and drool dribbled down your chin from his harsh actions.

Sam's hand went between your bodies, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. Your thighs shook from the feeling, the pleasure overwhelming.

“You're so close, aren't you, princess?” Colby panted.

Sam chimed in; his voice depraved. “Build up for us. Come with us, baby girl.”

They pounded into you in unison, almost taking the breath out of you with each thrust. The room began getting louder, chants of "Come for us" came from the crowd, building up in time with your orgasm.

Every part of this was spectacular and you couldn't get enough.

Your breathing hitched as your orgasm hit the edge, ready to fall over once they said you could. Sam and Colby kept going, kept using you, until they were ready. You begged them to let you come, your pleas muffled by Colby’s cock. Both thrusted with abandonment, needing to come just as badly as you.

Colby grunted, pulling your hair, “Fuck, fuck! Y/N, come! Come for us now!”

“Do it baby! That's fucking it, YES!” Sam growled, his fingers bruising your hips as he held them tightly.

All three of you exploded in euphoric pleasure, bellowing out in ecstasy. The crowd roared as Sam and Colby filled you up with their cum. You released around Sam's cock, soaking him. You swallowed as much of Colby's cum as you could, gagging as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly until finally slowing his hips down. Sam slammed inside of you once more, grunting out a strained cry. Your body was spent, exhausted from being fucked so many times. You felt yourself black out, unable to stay awake a moment longer.

When you came to, you were in your hotel room, inside the same hotel the event had taken place at. You felt sore everywhere, knowing that wasn’t a dream. You sighed happily, snuggling into bed. You noticed a note on the side of your pillow. You picked it up, reading it quickly.

Ours.

- Sam and Colby

<< Part 3B || Part 5 >>

[beautifulpersonpeach]

A question I’ve had on my mind for a long time BPP: do you remember how Jungkook said the J on his ring finger stands for Jungkook? What do you think of that? He could’ve chosen not to answer that question but he answered it and said it means Jungkook. I’m as strong a jikooker as anyone but it made me wonder about the JM theory. Sorry if this is not in line with your blog themes, it’s OK if you ignore this ask, I just love your perspective on things and wanted to know what you think. Thanks BPP.

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Hi Anon,

I'm pretty sure my opinion about this is unpopular lol, both with jikookers who think Jungkook didn't mean it when he said so, and with non-shippers who can't stand any sort of shipping theorizing about his tattoos.

But, yes I think Jungkook is telling the truth when he says the J on his ring finger stands for his name. It’s possible he's telling a small fib to downplay his attachment to Jimin - it wouldn’t be the first time he’s told a verified white lie to protect jikook’s honour, as it were, so yeah it’s possible that he lied. But I'm choosing to believe he's saying the truth when he says the J stands for his name. That is, as far as we can tell, the truth.

Something that is also true is Jimin calling himself ARMY. Jimin has referred to himself as ARMY several times over the years, in situations that make no sense and that get eyebrow raises from all the members.... except Jungkook. Which leads me to think it's something of an inside joke between jikook - that much is clear, but I also think it's something more than that. What that is exactly, I don't know, but here's my gut feeling about it:

Jungkook has said the person he connects most with on stage, when they are performing in front of ARMY, is Jimin. For all the members, performing on stage is their reason to live, but this is most explicitly said by Jimin and Jungkook. Some of their most heightened emotional experiences, have been on stage and/or tied to their performances. Whether it's Jimin breaking down during Rosebowl and Jungkook screaming that he loves ARMY and loves him; or Jimin crying during his performance of The Truth Untold and Jungkook moving to support him; or jikook changing the lyrics at the end of their performance of the same song and turning to look at each other as the lights dim; or a teenage Jungkook stopping in the middle of a performance to stare at an injured Jimin during their Red Bullet tour - the other members moving around them wondering why they are locked in a stare-down in the middle of the show; or how Jungkook broke down in tears during the last LY concert and turned to Jimin for comfort who then used his sweater paws to wipe Jungkook's tears...

Jikook have been doing this for years. Consistently. There's a peculiar chemistry they show only when they are on stage together in front of ARMY that frankly doesn't feel at all like the fanservice I'm used to seeing from idols. It's as though they lose certain inhibitions when they are in this heightened emotional state when performing. They connect on a level I can't fully explain to be honest, but I think it's a connection they both recognize and perceive that the presence of ARMY is one way to facilitate it.

Basically, at the intersection of Jungkook and ARMY, lies Jimin. Without Jimin convincing him during pre-debut to stay with BTS when he wanted to quit to become a dancer, Jungkook wouldn't even be in BTS. That's just one example. I don't doubt Jungkook is telling the truth when he says the 'J' stands for his name, but I think the placement of the 'J' is also intentional, and that he intentionally placed it above the 'M' in ARMY knowing that it spells out Jimin's initials. Because I think for Jungkook, he feels that the person he is, the Jungkook that's matured into a global superstar honed by hundreds of performances in front of ARMY, won't exist without Jimin.

Like I keep saying, what exactly jikook's relationship is, I have no idea. But there's something about them that's peculiar. It's wholesome and beautiful and perplexing and simple.

[miksy63]

Boyfie

18+ MDNI

Tooth-rotting fluff, Izuku is a giver, Izuku x fem reader

Warnings: soft smut, slight dumification (I think)

Thinking about Deku in his mid-twenties…

Deku who still can’t believe he’s made it as a hero and now has more money than he knows what to do with. He spoils you rotten, using his money to buy you clothes, shoes and anything your little heart desires. You’re his pretty little girlfriend and anything you want, you’ll get.

He can’t help but stare at you on the dance floor, watching with  a lovesick gaze as he gushes drunkenly to his friends. Not caring that his buddies poke fun at his rambling, all he can think is “I’m so lucky” “She makes me so happy” “Isn’t she beautiful Kacchan??”.  Bakugou almost left the bar early just to escape the damn nerd’s constant chatter about you. Sometimes he would even joke that you had his friend under some kind of spell. Bakugou didn’t know how right he was to think that.

The delicate way you hold him and caress his scarred hands, letting him nuzzle into your chest after a long day patrolling and saving countless lives. He loves how you gently clean his scars and massage his sore muscles, and your poor attempts at hiding the worry that one day he might come back with more than a few scars, or that he might not come back at all.

Deku hates worrying you, his baby, his everything, his princess. Everything about you has him falling deeper under your spell.

But what charms him the most about you is how good you are for him, the way you let him spread you open and bully his way inside your plush heat. He groans, pressing into you with his weight and making your body heat up when he draws circles into your clit. Fucking you so good, making your mind hazy, “just relax honey, it’s okay”, he pounds into you so hard, only focused on making you feel good. 

Gazing into your eyes with so much love it’s overwhelming “let me take care of you baby” you let him love you just the way he likes. All you can do is let out small moans and whimpers “l-love you…Izu, please”. He loves it when you’re like this, his adorable sweetheart crying out for her “Zuku”, begging him to take care of her, to love her. And who is he to deny you? Not when you beg so nicely, your soft lips curling sweetly as you quiver and shake under him.

Deku who, after he’s filled you up, his cum slowly leaking down your thighs and your pussy shaking, pampers you. He effortlessly lifts your body to set you on top of his chest, stroking your back and waiting patiently for you to come back to him. “My pretty girl…so good f’me” he praises you endlessly, whispering words like silk in your ear. He rubs your whole body down in the shower, caressing you delicately and massaging your favourite lotion into your skin afterwards. His strong arms carry you, now clean and dressed in one of his t-shirts back to the bed, setting you down carefully. 

Deku who curls his massive body around your smaller one, burying you in his chest, softly kissing your forehead as you fall asleep, promising to always be there, to be your hero. No matter what, he’ll always spoil his baby, because in his eyes, nothing he gives you could ever be enough to repay the gift of your love that is sweet and pure, the little things that make his eyes sparkle with the brightest smile. Deku who's under your spell and hopes you never let go.

Just Deku who’s so boyfriend-shaped…

This is my first time writing smut and I think it's right that I tried with Deku.

I'm also surprised that I don't completely hate it lol. <3

[c-crow-chatters]

Unfortunate.

tw: mentions of death, blood, guts, vulgar language, betrayal, slight spoilers?. Pretty much everything we see on the series lol. summary: Reader is one of Dracula's most recent general, but disagrees with his methods once they find out about the massacre, so they join the main trio into their little adventure to dracula's castle. Soon enough, the little secret gets revealed so reader and Adrian start an argument after finding out.

A/N: based off the amount of audios from Dangerously Yours and this song. There's a small chance I turn it into a short series :). Apologies if anyone already did this lol, it's been a while since I stepped into tumblr and also sorry for any spelling mistakes.

— Are you trying to tell me that someone who's name we both know sent you, yn? His eyes seemed cautious now. Both narrowed at the person in front of him, slowly getting up from crouching in the ground to look into some creature's paw prints. Golden strand of hair falling into his shoulders, and his eyebrows slowly shifted expressions- from puzzled to concerned. The stains of blood and organs spilled all over the dirt and snow; the fight from before left a messy scenario. — That is right, young master. The words on both turned bitter. As if he expected you to say it was some kind of joke, but instead the truth hit him like a stake. He felt a mix of emotions twirl and twitch inside his living heart. —You should have told told me before. Not now that we are closer to his end. Stern eyes locked with theirs in a quick movement. He have thought to himself that he had found someone to trust dearly in these days with the Belmont, Sypha and now them. He awaited patiently to their counterpart to show any signs of doubts, but he only saw you there, standing stiff, eyes looking back at him, and hands hidden behind your back nervously. —I didn't thought it was important... — You didn't thought, yn? Well then, tell me, what am I supposed to do now? How can I trust you knowing you were one of the generals? You sigh. This situation wouldn't have happened if you were a little more careful with your tongue. Certainly, back then you had the duty to watch over the catacombs, as well as manage the night creatures and vampires that were arriving. Not much, if not by the fact that you were also an incredibly talented necromancer, not a Forgemaster like Isaac and Hector, but you could easily control death. Whether it's a rotting corpses or skeletons, bring back a soul for a limited time to healing deep wounds. And a lot more. —You said it. I was. And I don't intend on coming back after what is happening to every town out of his tantrum. I can't make you trust me after you know that. But it is a vow on my name that I will... I will help you defeat him. — You said it. I don't know if I can trust you from this day on; but fair enough, prove me I should trust you. Destroy Dracula and finish this madness. — D-destroy him...? All right. Just so this curse can lifted... For a better purpose. Deep down, you felt that ache, that it wasn't right to do so. Alucard could notice that hint of doubtfulness, but he remained silent; for him whatever you had to say now was meaningless. The conversation was over. You stood there, looking into the woods, an unsettling need to throw back- the hedor of the rotting corpses and your mind going a mile a second. What should come first? Your sense of duty over the thousands of people who died at his anger? or the old trust and sense of belonging that Vlad once gave you?.

[bredforloyalty]

after all that Love i must have my Hater Moment or Negative Nelly Time or whatever (this is a diary entry)

i do see a. broader pattern of downplaying the extent of rick's abuse and of the show sort of, falling under its own spell sometimes, in these last few seasons.. like look, isn't it inspiring that he's changing and going to therapy EUGH and isn't this what everyone wanted, now you don't have to sit through so much cruelty! yay! and then people buying into that, buying into good rick, crybaby backstory rick, and forgetting who his other half is and why they're like that and what holds them together. it feels wrong to me because i don't think that's how it should've been, something's missing, something's inconsistent, and i think it's the focus on morty and on how rick's fucked him up that just hasn't been there in the way that i wanted it to be 😔

like, people are gushing about rick's love and capacity for change because that's what the episodes have been about mostly, that's how it's been framed, and even in the 'inside the episode' they talk about how people are finally getting to see rick and diane interact and that they wanted her to be as smart and cool as rick etc etc. and i just. i think diane is only as important or interesting as she is important in the light of their relationship. when it stops being about the grooming rick and his grandson and starts being just about rick, when we start caring about rick's dead wife as a character, we're not on the right track lol

but that's just me!!! s6 and s7 occupy this dubious space in my mind where like, i'm happy the writing's more consistent but i wish it still had that spark or that bite or i don't know what, i enjoyed them overall but i wish i enjoyed them more, i wish the episodes other than the finales felt important and treated the rick-morty dynamic more like a cool rock they want to show me and less like an afterthought or something to be dealt with in the designated plot episodes. i wish i wish i wish

it's not even that i NEED rick to be the biggest cunt ever or to stay as awful as he used to be, i don't think that's it at least, i just don't like how they went about this shift in the family.. the moments that aren't as deliberately dramatic as the argument in the lightsaber episode for example really take away from the whole thing for me. like one minute they're cool and the next it's like oooh or are they cool tho?? maybe they aren't, we need to create problems to keep the show going so they aren't! but it doesn't feel like a natural evolution to me, definitely not all of it. and that's not a concrete thing that you can judge imo, but part of it is concrete, because i do want the abuse narrative to be what it is and for it to not shove anything under the rug. i'm not sure this is how morty would act, given all the things rick's done to him and with him, and so that makes me think the writers aren't primarily interested in exploring a character like morty. but why would they be, of course what they're primarily doing is trying to create consistent, fun television, trying to juggle 'canon' and 'episodic', write good jokes, please the long time fans, keep people watching

i can't help my cynicism: fear no mort was great, i'm still worried about the general direction though 🥴 and who knows, maybe the next season's going to recontextualize these last two for me, maybe the end of the entire show will allow me an interpretation that i can't afford right now. maybe there will be moments that will blow my tits clean off and make me feel insane!! but for now i feel like i've been feeding on scraps

[sharkface-daydreams]

Give me some Inquisitor/Bull thoughts for the ship bingo! 😌

eeeeee *vibrates bc I've been thinking about them all morning*

Words cut away beneath to spare those who were expecting gay halo men lmfao

I gifted poor Savraas my innate sense of 'something is off about me so people will leave eventually' so when the tall handsome guy with the pillowy man-bosoms offers no strings attached fun (ha), he sees it as a way to not get his heart broken finally (haha) but still have a nice time.

He knows like technically they're not dating bc well Qunari don't really do that, and that's fine they're still friends, they're still working together and having a hell of a time killing stuff and trying out new weird shit in bed... but Sav still thinks of dragon-killing outings as dates. Very quietly, just to himself. 👉👈 And specifically plans these outings with Bull in mind :) For very normal reasons, of course, dragons are dangerous to the people living nearby their nests. *coughs* Definitely not because his boyfriend loves fighting dragons and his enthusiasm is absolutely darling and he looks so good covered in dragon blood...

Compatible brand of freaks is right bc, well, there's the kinky shit sure but there's also Savraas being a little nerd freak about new lightning spells and the sheer delight he feels watching melee enemies get yoinked back by Static Cage and fried from the inside out by lightning like chicken nuggets squealing in the microwave 😈. And then there's Bull with his wild and terrifying Reaver bloodlust, and dragon lust I suppose (affectionate) something cool happens in battle? these two are both going wild about it. Sera too, when she's there. They have a complicated point system for cool explosions, gibbing and trick shots. Sav won't admit it but he loved getting to explode all that gaatlok.

Also Savraas loves stupid jokes, much to everyone else's dismay because when the two of them really get going there's no stopping until they literally can't breathe for laughing. (Krem dies inside bc he didn't expect to end up with two dads' worth of horrible dad puns)

The Feelings kind of blindside both of them but it's nice. It's really nice. What started as just a 'safe harbor away from the storm' as Varric put it, somewhere Mr. Paperwork and Hard Decisions Who Hates Both Of These Things can just exist as himself, and where the Iron Bull can be exactly what's needed, eventually turns into a much deeper understanding of the other and being fiercely cherished like this is not something poor Sav thought he'd ever end up with. ough. I think my heart's too squishy about it yet for much more analysis detail (literally finished Trespasser... 14 hours ago? lol 💀💀) but it makes me 🥺🥺🥺 so hard, their devotion kills me 💜

[venelona]

Chapter 2 - Turns out I have a LOT of stuff to say:

I didn't mention in part one but this fanfic was written with no outline. Only plot points I had in mind and pushed the story forward were 'Every full moon inches closer to one bed trope, they gonna visit Odasaku, its gonna end with Atsushi accidentally revealing his ability in front of people when he protects Dazai [from who? what? figure out later], they'll run away to ADA'. That was all. Everything else was born and decided on the go

The fanfic turned out as long as it is because I like slice-of-life stories and most of this fic was just... that. Atsushi learning and growing to be a secretary while he and Dazai fall in love. I literally only had plans for these parts. Actual plot came in on the go

'And, whenever [Dazai] was in the office with him, Atsushi felt… safe. Like he was in a normal office and doing a normal job, and not sitting in the mafia den and being an accessory to countless crimes.'

Always like me the 'oh no Dazai you're covered in blood are you okay D:' 'That's not my blood :)' moment

'"My-my, Atsushi, I didn't expect you to be so eager to get my shirt off."' later followed by '"Dazai…" Nakajima sent him a stern look. "If you don't, I will take your shirt off myself."' Dazai didn't expect kitty to have claws~

Did Dazai drag Atsushi to dinner after Atsushi cleaned his wounds because he was grateful/touched? Yes . Yes he did.

'No matter how many times it happened, Atsushi was always startled when Chuuya would kick the office door open. At least this time he hasn't fallen off his chair.'

'[Atsushi] hasn't seen Dazai in three days now. He couldn't say he wasn't worried, but then he'd remember that Dazai is a grown man and one of the bosses of the Port Mafia, who could protect himself and make smart decisions. And then he'd remember their first meeting and man's suicidal tendencies and start feeling worried again.'

I love writing Chuuya so damn much. I feel like the way he talks is the way I talk so sometimes I feel like I'm pouring too much casualness into him, but... that's my writing

Chuuya interrogating Atsushi why he works for Dazai is because Chuuya believes all Dazai is doing is toying with him [correct], but he can't understand what got Dazai so interested in Atsushi in particular

Atsushi saying 'maybe Dazai hired me to do his paperwork as a revenge for me saving his life so he has to go back to his paperwork'

Edits Dazai saying 'At-shu-shi' to 'A-tsu-shi' because Zinder told me that that makes more sense with how the name spelled in japanese

I think apart from this chapter (and the last?), Atsushi never uses his gun again. It wasn't Chekov's gun, it was just 'he's in the mafia, so Dazai gonna give him a gun' and a sad reminder for Atsushi that he's a criminal

'"Atsushiii!" This time the man flung his arm over his shoulder. "You're a lifesaver!" "I did pull you out of that river…" "That was nothing in comparison to this!"' - Yes, I love this joke. That's why its in the summary lol

I think this may be the only chapter containing a reference to crab (Dazai doesn't say its his favourite, just says they can grab some on their way back to the base)

'"Eh, [the bag] can wait." The mafioso brushed it off, before adding. "It won't explode unless somebody else touches it anyway." "Its WHAT?!" "Kiddiiiing!" Dazai smiled innocently, opening the bag. "See, it's just lemons inside."' - Yes, the bag is full of bombs. Atsushi doesn't know. Why did Dazai have to carry it somewhere? Not important. It was funny. - 'Much later, only when he already closed his eyes to sleep that Atsushi was hit with a though of why the Port Mafia needed lemons exchanged in an alleyway.'

'Dazai turned his head, staring at Chuuya like he just said something stupid. In hat rack's case, it was the default stare.'

Dazai calling Chuuya 'a short straw'

'"My-my, Chuuya, you never asked me about Akutagawa before, but now you're suddenly interested in a subordinate of mine? I'll have you know you cannot steal him from me - I hope you choke on that paperwork of yours."'

I googled typical bar names in Japan and it said 'Izakaya', so I wrote that Atsushi works at 'Izakaya bar', but since then I think I just said that he works at a bar bar?... It's fine

Dazai actually did not know Atsushi's birthday before Chuuya told him in his 'I got a background check on Atsushi' speech. - '"And now that I know I have to think of what to gift him! Thanks, hat rack."' - He did not intend to actually gift him anything back then

Dazai thinking @ Chuuya 'Oh how I wish I could shoot him like that man back at the bar.'

Chuuya believed in the whole 'Atsushi is a bait' only for a couple of months lol By the time they returned from visiting Odasaku he full-on believed they were shagging the entire time

'He doubted Port Mafia would actually punish him if they ever found out he was sheltering the tiger - he held too much value in the organization, enough to forgive a seven billion yen oopsie. Well, Mori wouldn't forgive. But he knew his secret, and so he could do as he pleased as long as he held it.' - reffering to how Dazai was a witness to how Mori became the boss of the port mafia

'"But doesn't hiring other people to do your work makes it easier?.." Atsushi frowned. "You'd think so, but I hired you, and look at me now, busy explaining things."' - Dazai meant it in more of a joking tone but mr-negative-self-confidence-Atsushi took it completely seriously

Take a shot every time Atsushi apologizes and you'll die of alcohol poisoning. I tend to write him more on the soft side than sassy, but in this fanfic Atsushi doesn't clash with anyone too often, so there's way less chances for him to unleash his sass. He mostly interacts with Dazai, but considering that Dazai is his boss he is more reluctant to sass him often

Dazai blatantly cheating with his game show predictions because he saw it before solely to impress Atsushi is so petty of him and its so funny to me

'"…why did you need to make an exchange for a bag full of lemons? Can't you just… buy them at the store?"' (c) Nakajima Atsushi

Their second full moon together (not counting the one when Atsushi was told he was the tiger) ends with Dazai being weirdly somber solely because I thought that piece of writing sounded cool and I kinda popped off. No real reason

Dazai caressing waitress's hand:

Dazai almost ordering a rope just like he tried to order from Atsushi in the beginning of the fic

Atsushi matter-of-factly stating that he thinks Dazai can pull in any woman if he stops being weird and Dazai just drinking in the compliment - '"Are you trying to talk me into raising your salary? Giving you a day off? Or paying for your tea?"' - That man loves being praised

'"Have I not mentioned we're here for work?" "You said 'a break'!" Nakajima pointedly whispered. "Atsushi, who has breaks at nine in the morning?" Dazai smirked.' - Dazai is such a teasing ass and I love him

Dazai saying 'You have such a high opinion of me', Atsushi saying 'not really', and then Dazai pranks him and Atsushi going 'Okay maybe I DO have too high of an opinion of him'

The whole '"… please don't tell me you jumped into the river again."' scene happened SOLELY FOR THAT OPENING JOKE TO EXIST

'"I don't want my death to be snotty."' (c) Dazai Osamu

Dazai-only-doing-paperwork-on-rainy-days headcanon was born on the spot. This spot. And yes Dazai does have weird six sense thing of knowing it rains outside even though the office has no windows.

'"Are you- working?" Atsushi couldn't help but raise his voice in disbelief. The man looked at him with a pokerface. "Maybe you do have a too-low opinion of me."' - This bit + the comeback of the 'you have such high opinion' thing again

'"Like once every four or five months he leaves to who-knows-where. And always at the worst time possible." [Chuuya] growled. "But don't bother worrying about that mackerel. He always comes back after two weeks."' - That's the times Dazai goes to visit Odasaku. Dazai later says '"Yeah. I was just visiting an old friend of mine."' meaning him

'"Like do I use form four-four-two-B for alcohol tax, or does it fall into four-three-point-nine-S?" "...it's actually form A-two-two-eight."' - Nier Automata reference with 2B, 9S and A2 and 228 is just an old reference to I thiiiink drugs? Was just a number people threw around a lot when I was young

Like I said I have no idea about anything paperwork, so this 'forms' for documents bit is taken from one episode of a sitcom around doctors where main doctor was learning document forms for paperwork and they have some names like that

The misdirection of 'Atsushi asking Dazai work questions, asks if he can ask one more and asks if he's okay' Yes Atsushi SO SMOOTH

'"The saleswoman at the local pharmacy rejected my offer of a double suicide, so all my plans for today were cancelled." He let out a too-loud sigh before dropping on a chair. "And after she told me about their selection of pills!" "That sounds… terrible." Atsushi winced. "I knooow! Who rejects someone after they lead them on like this!" "That's not what I meant…"' - Atsushi feels very sorry for that saleswoman

I hc that Dazai skips meals all the time. Maybe I'm projecting but I also hc he doesn't eat a lot in the first place, either. It just feels to me that as someone who feels detached from his humanity doesn't think a lot of his basic human urges

Atsushi thinks Dazai haven't had dinner because Dazai waited for Atsushi with the full moon and all and blames himself because when doesn't he. He blames himself for making Dazai waste his evening on Atsushi overall, but it's their deal

Shout out to Yamato, the only guy I had to invent for this story because I needed Atsushi to talk to someone that handles paperwork as well. They mention another clerk named Namiko, but she never shows up in the story herself. One of the scenes I had idea for but never wrote was 'accounting department closes a huge deal and they have a party, Atsushi invited as well'

Akutagawa attacks Atsushi for the same reason he attacked Oda in dark era flashback - Dazai is nice to them and Akutagawa thinks that's undeserved lol

Canon parallel - Atsushi shooting at Akutagawa and Akutagawa explaining his ability

For the longest time Akutagawa just assumes Atsushi must have an ability to heal others or something, since the only glimpse of his ability he saw was self-regeneration'

Canon parallel - Dazai telling Akutagawa that Atsushi is better than him. Except he has vastly different reasons

'If he looked at Akutagawa for one second longer, he wasn't sure he wouldn't do something that would leave a scar beyond repair. The boy might've been a tool he crafted for his purposes, but even he had a breaking point, and Dazai couldn't break him. He was a piece of the puzzle that held the power to rival Double Black but was yet to be completed. He was still useful. Even if his actions made Dazai want to shatter him.'

Dazai trying so hard to justify to himself why he got mad at Akutagawa for attacking Atsushi. This man will choke sooner than admitting that he likes to hang with that guy actually

Dazai salty at Atsushi for not telling him Akutagawa attacked him. Dazai wants Atsushi to tell him things :(

The end of chapter 2 is a bit too soon for Dazai to realize he likes having Atsushi around, but I couldn't resist. I just really wanted him to slap Akutagawa and he would do so immediately because he immediately knows who attacked Atsushi

Write My Report author notes

Today is one year since I first posted my Dazatsu fic 'Write My Report' (PM Dazai x PM Atsushi, Atsushi works as Dazai's secretary), so as I edit through all 100k+ words of it, I bring you author notes - include my favourite things about the chapters, thoughts behind some moments and fun (?) facts.

!SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE FANFIC!

(fanfic quotes will be in italics, bold italics are just the words that were italics in the quote- it makes sense- i promise-)

Starting with, of course,

Chapter 1:

I think the whole premise of the fanfic was born by that one time Dazai asks Atsushi to write his report for him after Dazai returns from his mafia kidnapping. Second half of the plot with him helping Atsushi conceal his tiger ability was an excuse for them to hold hands every full moon. I thought it would be a shortcut to my beloved 'one bed' trope. And then it didn't shortcut shit because I slow burned the hell out of it

'Great - now he was alive and uncomfortably wet.'

"I… I- I can't believe I'm going to get fired because of a guy who wanted to drown himself over paperwork." - Sweet sweet irony 😌 You want Dazai to live, Atsushi? Get to paperwork then

I think the whole premise of the fanfic was born by that one time Dazai asks Atsushi to write his report for him after Dazai returns from his mafia kidnapping. Second half of the plot with him helping Atsushi conceal his tiger ability was an excuse for them to hold hands every full moon. I thought it would be a shortcut to my beloved 'one bed' trope. And then it didn't shortcut shit because I slow burned the hell out of it

'Great - now he was alive and uncomfortably wet.'

"I… I- I can't believe I'm going to get fired because of a guy who wanted to drown himself over paperwork." - Sweet sweet irony 😌 You want Dazai to live, Atsushi? Get to paperwork then

I never described Atsushi's waiter uniform but this is kind of how I imagined it looking. No I don't have explanations. Literally just 'the vision.'

I guess I never described Atsushi's secretary clothes, tho it's been referenced that he has a jacket. Its also drawn on the cover lol

'He briefly contemplated drowning himself, but he didn't want his last day to be so full of Chuuya, so he decided on another kind of drink tonight.'

Dazai mercelessly shooting the guy in the bar who saw Atsushi transform was one of the things that were supposed to back up that 'Dark Dazai' tag. And then I kinda forgot to make him do more evil things later on lol He kills more people but more off screen and I kinda fumbled that tag ngl

COOL FANART COOL FANART LOOK AT THE COOL FANART something made me hate that scene but then zinder came in and made me love it 😭💖💖💖

'"Ah, you're awake." A vaguely familiar voice called from the doorway.' They caught Atsushi trying to cross the boarder-

The section where Dazai explains Atsushi about how he's the tiger and offers the deal is the only section where one POV breaks and you can see the other, but I decided to keep it. It was written this way because I didn't plan on keeping their POVs very separate, but then they never broke again lol

"Close your mouth, Atsushi, I already saw plenty of your fangs today."

Atsushi never, for even one second, regretting helping Dazai and saying so to him every time 😭🙏

I love writing canon moments altered by whatever the premise of the fic is - in this case, PM Dazai and Atsushi. Canon parallels - Dazai blackmailing Atsushi into the job.

Never really described but Dazai's office is on the first floor in part of it where not a lot of people pass by. All executives have more proper offices but Dazai really just took a room he didn't need a lot of time to get to. That makes Atsushi's work a bit annoying because most mafia clerks work on other floors together and he alone gotta run back and forth

It probably shows but I know nothing of the ways of office paperworks

"Eh, you're doing fiiine." His employer waved from the couch. "You're doing a way better job than I ever did, Atsushi." "How?.." "You're looking at the papers." Dazai smirked. "That's more than I usually do."

Initially one big point of conflict was supposed to be that Dazai holds a very high position in the mafia, so the papers he handles is full of very valuable information. And the fact that he let Atsushi into all of that information gives Atsushi some degree of power in the mafia, but also makes him a target for others... and then this never really came up lol

I don't think this was ever outright stated but Dazai's apartment is on a very high floor - not last one, but still high up. Like, twenty or something. The whole building inhabited by mafia workers, but he's really the only big fish in it

"I can't just make something up! Besides, from the amount of complaining notes-" Atsushi pointed at the hefty pile of papers Dazai was sitting right next to. "People do read your reports." "Oh, you actually read these?" Dazai picked up a few papers from that stack. "I usually just throw them away." "It's not even all of them?!" "Oh, it's probably just from the last three days."

Dazai saying 'Chuuya probably wrote half of the complaints and that's why I am not reading them' is just an excuse. He's just too lazy to read them

Something about Chuuya being described as 'The hat man' is sending me

[Dazai and Chuuya] '"When was the last time I made a wrong decision, hm?" "I don't know, yesterday? In the morning? Five minutes ago?"'

'"Atsushi, you should visit more places." Dazai shook his head. "Do you even go anywhere on your days off?" "I don't have days off." Atsushi blinked at him. Dazai blinked back. "Really?" "You never told me I have any."' - Atsushi never even asking if he has off days for like two weeks 😭 He'd work without them too, that poor man. Dazai gave him Thursday off because that was the only day Dazai himself actually occupied his office before he hired Atsushi. Dazai was fine without an office (he'd find a place to laze around), but people were complaining that he's hard to find when someone wanted to talk to him, and so he told everyone he can be found on Thursdays. After he hired Atsushi he started spending like 50% more of his time in the office because when he wanted to laze around he was like 'might as well do it in the office, I can occupy the couch, I am not alone and people will shout at me less and even praise me for being at work)

'Atsushi shook his head again. He needed to distract himself. "So… that was Akutagawa, huh?" That was probably the worst topic he could've picked for a distraction, but anxiety hasn't let him think of any other at the moment.'

Never elaborated on but in this story other executives have a lot of people that are under their command specifically. Dazai still orders people around and gives them work and stuff, but the only person he hired himself before Atsushi was Akutagawa. So that's why Atsushi is kind of treated like a big deal by other mafia members. Also half the reason why Akutagawa was angry at his existence

Dazai telling Atsushi 'I think you and Akutagawa would work great together' was a nod to New Double Black. He was still envisioning it in his mind even though Atsushi was working as his secretary and didn't use his ability at all, but later on when he started caring for Atsushi he kind of waved that idea off because he didn't want Atsushi using his ability at all

'"Atsushi, I didn't give you a day off today so you could spend it calling me at eight in the morning."'

If you're wandering why I always juggle how I call Dazai (the brunet/the mafioso/the bandaged man) and others is because in school during language lessons one lesson that stuck to me was that you can't use the same word in two sentences in a row, or it'll sound bad. So half my writing comes from me trying to juggle the same words back and forth. h e l p

Never described but I like to imagine that Dazai got panorama windows in his living room. I never stated this because I don't think he would - something like that would up the chances of his enemies finding where he lives and Dazai wouldn't bother risking that. But... that's what my cinematic imagination wants

'"If you planned on holding hands all night, I regret to inform you that I have no habits of flirting with men."' - canon parallel + THAT WAS THE PREMISE OF THE FIC AND I BARELY DID IT 😭😭😭

'"Or you wanted to watch me sleep the whole night? I didn't think you were such a pervert, Atsushi."' - a set up for a joke in chapter 6. Yes. I thought of that stupid joke this far back.

'And, he supposed, watching Atsushi struggle with the paperwork made it a teensy bit more enjoyable to do. By which he meant it was still a nightmare and he'd rather throw himself off this very building than work on it, but still. A little bit more enjoyable.'

I got SO many comments on SO many chapters about 'when Atsushi will tell Dazai about his tragic past'. Either they missed the 'Probably had to do with that orphanage he talked about earlier, but Dazai didn't care for sob stories about the past.' line, or wanted something more- Dazai KNEW, he connected the dots, he just didn't care back then

Dazai was supposed not to care for Atsushi in these earlier stages but I kind of fumbled it and made him too caring a bit too quickly but. Whatever can you do.

[dessas-world]

My life in junior days.

Hope you like this story lol!

Grade 7 days it's so cringe but i must tell you'll lol. So here's the chika, I have a friend who has a crush on the other section. She even wrote a letter for her crush. And you know what she does to that letter? She gave it to me and she told me, to give it to his crush. So what else can I do, I gave it to his crush. And what the heck!!! when I gave the letter by the window, when I looked inside the room, there was a teacher there.

And i was like LORDDD GODDDD I CANNOTTTTT. That's so embarrassing🥹.

Grade 8 hmm, I have a classmate, she is a girl, but I won't say the name, you might know it's hard lol. anyways, I made her cry. I didn't mean it. I just told one of my friends that her bra was hanging down you know the lace. I just told it to one of my friends but it seems wrong that I told it to my friend because it was spread and then everyone found out and then they laughed at my classmate. Is it my fault or not? then she told her mother the next day, my heartbeat fast hahah because his parents went to school i thought i would be summoned in guidance hahah but thank god it didn't happen.

Grade 9, I have a friend too she's a girl too. While we were in class, a man came, who was he? Ma'am talked to him first, maybe he needed something. then ma'am came in again and said the man was trasfere. then when I saw my friend, she seemed to be looking at the man, so I said in my mind, this woman seems to have something. and I'm not wrong HAHA she have a crush on the transfer, I don't know what she likes in that boy he's ugly, it's a joke but a little bit HAHA then he seems arrogant. Her father is a soldier. so they chatted until they were in a relationship. I still remember that lunch time we were there and there were only a few people in the room and I was nice just in the room and then I saw my friend in front of the transfer. then suddenly kissed my friend on the lips haha. Then my other classmates saw and screamed haha. The funniest thing is that when the guy broke up with my friend, the break-up spell was reversed hahah that's why my classmates laughed at. Then the guy got angry haha he punched the window that's why it broke, he rushed to the hospital because his arm was injured.

That's all hope you like it 🫶

[tired-biscuit]

Warnings: 18+ mdni. established relationship. fem!reader. aged up kat. anal.

a/n: i finally gave in and wrote this filth, ok. it's been on my mind for a while, please forgive me lol.

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THE moan Katsuki lets out is guttural.

He’s sweating like crazy on top of the navy blue sheets as he pants, the lust-driven look in his eyes purely male. Releasing a small sigh, the freshly-turned twenty-six-year-old smirks at the feverish warmth to surround him by the time his heavy cock sinks fully inside you.

Being balls deep inside your tight ass is pure bliss. All lubed up and twitching in delight to really relish the lewd birthday gift you give him every 365 days, and which he's so very impatient to receive, Katsuki doesn't mind at all that he's one year closer to thirty as he chuckles and shoves himself even deeper carefully.

The short "Hah... Fuck yeah, baby." is purely derisive by the time his entire length experiences the pleasant tightness of the tiny hole you don't allow him to fuck all that often. You're all stretched out as you accept him. He's so lucky.

You squeak when he pushes further inside you slowly; sweat-coated body trembling in the firm reverse cowgirl position he holds you in. Your legs are squeezed together and bent at the knees. He's pushing them further against your chest with the help of his rough hands resting on the back of your thighs, just so that he can actually impale you on his fucking cock. You feel like you're going to explode from how badly he wants in, in, in.

He's relentless.

"Ki," you whisper, brow furrowing at the pang of hot ache to sear through you when he angles himself better and pushes even further. "Easy, baby. I-I know you're excited, but... We gotta take it sl-... Oh, my fucking god, s-slow...! Go slow, baby. Please."

"Mhmmm, goin' slow and easy, pretty... Anythin' y'want," he replies dazedly. His words have nearly become an incoherent slur and twist of tongue from how good you're making him feel, but all the bitter liquor he's drank at the small get-together you've surprised him with - and which he pretended he hated - might be one to blame as well.

After all, the vanilla cake you got him for his 26th birthday was sickeningly cute on purpose; entirely covered in rich buttercream icing and drizzled with colourful sprinkles, which he swears gave him a headache whenever he looked at them for too long.

You've even went as far as to make him blow out the candles that had been propped up in the middle of the giant scribble of icing, spelling out a dramatic: ‘Happy birthday, Katsuki!’ in bright red colouring.

All of it is clearly a symbol of your loving, albeit taunting relationship - he knows it is. You buy the stupid cake for him just to be a menace every year, but he still ate every last bite of the giant piece you handed him at his super secret surprise party - the one that isn't even that much of a surprise, after the third annual time it's happened - even though the bridge of his nose wrinkled in annoyance during the entirety of him chewing the silly thing.

The presents he received from his friends were okay. The texts that kept making his cell phone beep were annoying. The long phone call he had to endure from his mother and father so that they could congratulate their son on turning one year older in his outrageously busy life was outright pesky. Truth be told, Katsuki felt low-key thankful by the time his birthday at long last came to an end and he was able to drop his tired body into bed.

But he feels good now - getting to do anal with you. So good, in fact, that he'd even consider enduring all of the birthday antics you tend to pull on him as some twisted form of a sick joke. Actually, he'd let you watch him suffer in his little party hat, and would let you take photos of him blowing out the shitty candles, if it meant that he would be spoiled rotten like this at least once every few days, every week, every month, every year; not just on April goddamn 20th.

He's just that greedy. That horny for that tight peach of yours.

"Ah, fuck... Ki!" You whine now; this desperate, prolonged sort of sob that yanks him right out of his thoughts as you say, "You feel s'big inside me... So, so big."

"It's 'cause you feel so damn good, babe," he compliments in reply, the tone of his voice so utterly strained. "You've got me s'hard that it makes my fuckin' dick hurt." It's true. He's ready to bust a nut so embarrassingly quick from how good it feels. It's a lucky thing that he's as stubborn as he is to resist it.

There's a wildfire in your eyes that he knows is there, despite that he can't see it when you grit out, "Well, your dick hurts me!" It hurts me so good.

"Yeah?" he says, unable to wipe the crooked, lazy grin from his face now. His hands grab a better hold of your thighs, calloused fingers digging deep into the plush flesh so that he can keep you still when you start to squirm. "Well, it ain't my fault you've got such a fuckable ass, huh? I wish I could see how pretty you look like this... With my dick up that tight hole of yours."

You're about to bite back a snarky remark, though nothing comes out except for a slutty moan the moment his thick fingers find your clit. A waterfall of filthy curses he rarely hears you voice leaves your pouty lips and sticks to ceiling of your shared bedroom at the divine friction he gives you now. It seems that he isn't the only one that gets to be spoiled this year.

He starts to rub lazy circles on the cute, sensitive button - all languid and precise, until the hole that's empty of him starts to flutter in response, and you begin to beg him to start pounding into you so that you can be filled up to the brim with his warm seed as soon as possible. The anticipation makes your legs literally shake. You're barely able to keep it together - and this fast, too.

Katsuki listens to your high-pitched pleas that grow both in fervour and necessity as more and more time passes. He's mindful as his hips begin to rut into you, keenly listening to the lewd squelching noises the lube produces with that heavy pat, pat, pat, and your heavy breathing when he gets an even better angle and strikes home. The clench you give him in response is so potent that he's about ready to lose his fucking mind.

The entire room smells like caramel from how much he's sweating. Salt is literally dribbling down both of his temples, but he still keeps going. He just can't stop. Not when you're about to cum from having his big, fat cock inside your ass.

"Gonna-... Gonna cum soon! Fuck, fuck, fuck - I-I'm so close, Kat."

"Yeah? I gotcha, baby... I gotcha. Imma take care of you. Gonna make you cum, promise."

Your curves jiggle against his abdomen as you take his dick like a fucking champ and keep on bouncing; nearly squealing in a pitch so high it makes his ears hurt when he pinches your puffy clit and turns you so overstimulated that you're nearly ready to squirt and gush all over him. As you squeeze your eyes shut and tip over the edge only minutes later, plunging into an orgasm of a different kind, that you only dare to experience once a year as a treat for your brute of a boyfriend.

He follows not a moment after you've floated up into the heavens and turned brain-dead. Everything feels fuzzy inside your mind as he fills you up with his cum and lets out another broken moan and a grunt of an especially nasty curse, but the warm ropes of white are pleasant as they coat your walls. You can tell he's been barely withholding his own climax; the entirety of his body feels so stiff and hot underneath you. Even his jaw is clenched so tightly that it clicks when he snaps it shut. It's just a different kind of experience, after all. Everything is more intense, hence why his eyes are rolling back and his head is sent tipping into the mattress.

"Maybe-... Fuck, oh my..." You suck in a sharp breath to recollect your buzzing thoughts as the words fade away into silence and you stick to his heaving chest until you're practically glued together. He's cummed so much that his cum leaks out of you even if he's still inside you, dick slowly going soft and tender. The milky release is drooling right down to his balls by the time you finally manage to finish your sentence, "Maybe we should take a picture next year, mm? Since you wanna see me so bad."

"I'd like that," he whispers quietly, pulling you closer and kissing your naked shoulder gently. "I'd like that a whole fuckin' lot, baby."

It's true. Katsuki may not like being the birthday boy and the attention it brings, but it’s different when he gets to spend it with you. The presents you give him on his birthday are always the best, after all.

To say that he can barely wait for the one he'll get for his 27th would be an understatement.

[funtarou]

Bully || Suna x Reader

Bully! Suna Rintarou x Extremely Timid Reader headcanons

Random thoughs hnnng. Please don't read if you're sensitive or triggered by the idea. My head is just-- weird okay. I grew up being told that the boy who pulled my hair at the Playground did it cuz he likes me. So what am I suppose to do now that I found the idea of a bully bullying because they like you as interesting.

This kinda long tho, idk how and when did it get long-

Story Warning: Bullying, kinda angst? Suna is mean and dense of his own feelings, "cry baby" reader, nosebleed, bullying cuz he like you lol, but there are some comedy I think.

Writing Warning: Occasional grammar and spelling error, and maybe even miss-used of words where it don't belong. Like wise, English not perfect. Also, not proof-read

Surprisingly You were childhood neightbour friends with Osamu and Atsumu. You three are close despite the one year age gap, where you're a year below them.

When you came to Inarizaki to follow the twins, they introduced you to their friends and seniors from the volleyball club.

You were really shy and anxious when meeting new people, especially tall intimidating looking males who are surrounding you the moment Atsumu dragged you inside the gym in the middle of free practice. You almost broke a tear, as you look down to the ground, shakingly introducing yourself.

Lucky for you, most of the members were understanding that you're the shy and easily intimidated type. Because the Miya twins seems to be behaving more when you're around, they don't mind when Atsumu suggest you to watch them while waiting for the twins to finish practice.

One person that doesn't seem too pleased that you're staying is a certain fox-eyed middle blocker. But of course he didn't vocalize his objection, being it probably the minority opinion in the room.

Suna don't know why but something about you just pissed him off. Why do you look so weak? So intimidated? It's not like they're big scary monsters (for the most part). Maybe at some point he even though that you were fauxing your shy-ness just to get attention from the volleyball club members, as the cute petite shy girl.

Maybe This mindset is what dragged Suna to tease you more than the others outside of club' activities. Sometimes the tease went overboard. It starts with him calling you funny nicknames he knew you don't like with people around, up to him stealing and writing not-do-good stuff on your books. But he never does that when others from the volleyball club is around. He doesn't need to worry about people who are "friends" with the twins because he knew they aren't more than classmates and fans.

Suna though his actions as "helping you grow up and get used to how life is just cruel sometimes and that you cant always back away crying in your pretty little Shell"

At first you went Along with it, believing he's still teasing you. Growing up with the twins Made you pretty immune to any form of their tease and jokes. But then you started feeling this has gotten too far for it to be teasing nor joking. And you unconciously grew tired of it, yet too scared to confront Suna and not comfortable on telling other people about it. Especially the twins, because they have the Summer Tournament coming up and you're afraid that telling them would ruin the team's rhythm in matches.

So far you haven't cried publically, always managed to hold the tears, which caught Suna of guard cuz he though you would've cried the first time he trips you over at the hallways.

And one day, you just cant take it anymore

With your food tray in hand, you walked through the cafeteria trying to find an empty seat to have lunch. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the familiar male whom you're always scared when meeting. Suna seems to noticed you as well, as he stopped talking with some classmates to glance back at you. Or maybe it was a glare? You usually cant tell because you dare not to look into his eyes longer than 5 seconds.

You try to act like you didn't notice him, while subtly putting space between you two as you walk pass his table. But you seems to underestimate his leg's lenght, as he still could quickly pull a leg in front of yours, making you lost your footing and tripped. No one Saw what actually happened because Suna didn't Made it obvious he was clearly the one responsible. He acted as if he was as surprised as the others when you fell, tucking the leg he used to trip you back to it's original position.

People around started looking at your direction as you proceed to try and stand up. Some kind people approached you, asking if you're okay, while the others whispers about the accident. Your face and top of your unifo are covered by the curry and rice from your food. Glad that you closed your eyes before the fall. Your water spilled around the bottom part of your blazer and skirt, while some of the jam from your breads are stuck on your sleeves.

Some people actually tried to hold their chuckles and giggles, some don't even hesitates. Suna is one of the ones who try to be subtle with his small chuckle and smirk. You clearly heard the small laughters and whispers around you, as you start feeling anxious mixed with hummiliations. And with the aching of your knees and center part of your face, you couldn't hold the tears any longer.

A classmate of yours who's kind enough to not laugh, help wipe some curry of your face Along with a Travelling tear. But oddly, now people quiet down their laughter, and the classmate stilled in her place. You felt a liquid running down your nose, and when you looked down you found small splatter of blood.

"(Y/N)! What happened?!"

Atsumu's voice can be heard across the now silent cafeteria, with Osamu following behind. They were called by some 2nd years who knew you. Meanwhile a teacher was also called by the canteen lady because of the ruckuss.

"...Tsumu.... Samu..."

You looked up to them with teary eyes and a bleeding nose. Looked like your nose and forehead got most of the impact, Judging by the blood and redness of the skin around it.

"C'mon let's get you to the infirmary. Don't look up, keep your head down."

Osamu said, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe and put some light preassure to your nose. You take hold of the fabric, keeping your head to look down just as told once his hand pulled back. Atsumu Pat off and wipe some of the remaining food incident on you, before carrying you gently to the infirmary. The teacher who came then told everyone to break up the crowd and get back to their businesses.

Back at the cafeteria, Suna was unconciously starring at your weak figure as it dissappeared from his line of sight through the doors. This is odd. This time, he somehow actually feels guilty? He did laugh a little back then, but after he see the blood running down your nose, maybe he did went too far. And your face, it was different from how you usually cry. You didn't even spare him a glance, unlike how you usually immidiately looked up to him after he pulled one of his "jokes" at you.

And now he feels this weird lump in his throat and uncomfortable feeling in his guts.

You were taken to the infirmary, your nosebleed and knees being treated.

Atsumu and Osamu tries to interogate you on what exactly happened, but you just said you tripped on something. They were suspicious of the reason, but didn't push you further.

Since that day you haven't met Suna. And when you do spot him while waiting for the twins to finish practice, he acts as if you didn't exist. You're suspicious, but grateful that he stopped bothering you. Slowly your freshmen days became more peaceful.

Meanwhile Suna still feels the lingering guilt in the pit of his stomach. The fact that you didn't told him out to the teachers or the twins, Made the guilt deepens. But it also Made him annoyed. What if it wasn't him that was doing these to you? What if it was other people? Would you kept silent and continue your personal torture like you're doing till now? It oddly make him hard to digest how timid you are facing the situation Suna put upon you.

"pathetic, cry-baby, incompetent"

Are the names he mumbled when thinking about you. Why is he even pondering and making his head spins thinking about you at 2 in the morning? Damn the guilt must've plagued his mind so deep at this point. Despite already trying to ignore you ever exist, your presence still remains in his head. This kept going for several nights.

"Suna you look like shit."

Atsumu said snickering, followed by a chuckle from Osamu. Well the twins aren't just meaninglessly teasing him, they were right, he doesn't look so good. The changed are subtle to outsiders, but people who're close enough to examine him right (which are the twins) could see the small black circle under his narrow fox like eyes. His hair looks lightly messier and this morning he forgot to tie his tie, and so the fabric is just hanging around his neck from the first period up to recess.

"Shut up."

Suna groaned, putting both of his hands over his face to ease the headache he feels from lack of sleep.

"But seriously talking, what got you so worked up these days. Kita-san has been scolding you in practices too."

Osamu finally spoke up, making Suna's attention divert from Atsumu to him. It took Suna a few seconds to reply as he narrows his eyes, contemplating on wether or not to tell the twins on his and your matter. In the end he decided to just blurt out half the truth.

"There's this person that's been stuck in my head. I did something... Bad? To them? And now I think my brain is still drowning in guilt that it's hard to sleep nowadays."

The twins were kinda taken back on how much Suna is willing to explain on the situation. Well, the details are still pretty much covered, but it's rare for Suna Rintarou to elaborate this much on a problem, not even in volleyball does he speak this much.

"Well? Just apologize to them already. They might not accept it but atleast ya show yer sorry, ya know?"

Atsumu suggested raising a brow. Suna expected that kind of answer at first, no matter to who he decided to tell the problem this kind of answer is always the one that'll appear most of the time.

"Easy for you to say. Don't you ever feel so guilty that you cant bring yourself to even face that person anymore. Wanting to just forget everything and yet this annoying little voice in your head said 'this is not right'."

Whatever has gotten in to him today, he doesn't know if he's thankful or utterly embarrassed by how much he's starting to spill his personal thoughs, especially to the twins. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Or maybe it's simply just his own breaking point on keeping everything to himself. Suna was expecting either of the twins to laugh at his words, making jokes on how dramatic he's sounding. But to his surprise once more, he didn't hear any of that.

"Eeeh that's pretty tough... The last time I felt like that is when I secretly opened Samu's birthday present and accidentally destroyed it."

Well that was unexpected of Atsumu to say, from Suna's point of view that is.

"Ya were even shitty at hidin' the fact that yer the one who broke it."

Osamu followed with his brother's statement, sighting shortly while half-glaring at his twin from remembering that accident.

"But Hey! We Made up in the end! All it needs' just some cake, puddin' and a well written apology essay from yours truly!"

Atsumu said with a proud Pat on his left chest.

"Don't get ahead of yerself, I knew that mom helped ya with that."

And there comes Osamu ruining his parade.

Well the twins are bickering again now. If he were in the mood, he would be pulling his phone up to record this twin fighting session.

While the twins were bickering, at the corner of his eyes he accidentally spots a familiar female figure amongs the crowd in the cafeteria. She was smiling, laughing and giggling with a friend as they found an empty seat for two. For some cliche reason, his brain tuned down all the other outside factors and just focused on her, on you. He never noticed how your smiling face looks even cuter than when you're crying.

Wait.

Cute?

When did he though you were even decent looking in the first place?

How could he think a crybaby like you, cute?

Not even that, he was thinking you looked cute crying all this time? What is he, a damn sadist?!

But thinking back at how he has been treating you, maybe he is a sadist of some sort. Or maybe he's lower than that, maybe he's just simply a jerk. A plain jerk who made his junior cry and internally suffer for no reasonable reason. Damn it, since when did he became soft and guilty-drowned when it comed to you now. Fuck off feelings, you're ruining his peaceful life.

"Who are you looking at Suna?"

Osamu's voice broke him out of his thoughs. He didn't realized he was still looking at you while contemplating his life in his mind. Turning his head back to look at the twins in front of him, he can see how the two started to try and see at his point of vision on what was he looking at. A scoff escaped Atsumu's mouth with his signature smirk pulled up at the corner of his lips.

"My my Suna, since when did ya start being infatuated by another living human being."

Atsumu's smirk grew wider once he noticed how Suna slightly straighten his back up more.

"Since when did ya start eye-ing (Y/n) like that. Don't tell me yer thinking of dirty stuff of our precious childhood friend."

For some annoying reason the only time Osamu is in sync with Atsumu is when the two is teasing on a third party of the group. In this case, Suna is the third party, unluckily.

"I'm done eating. Catch you guys at practice today."

Instead of entertaining the twins longer, Suna stood up with the empty gyudon box that he brought and finished eating in hand. He can still hear Atsumu's teasings as he walk away from the table, but he wasn't focus enough of them anymore to know the context of the faux blond's words. In his way to the garbage can to throw the plastic box, he passed by you and your friend's table. He three you a side glance as he walked passed, but you never returned it. He knew it was intentional, because even your friend that he wasn't looking at Saw the Sharp glance and shiver in her seat slightly. You? You acted as if he's a wind passing by.

In his way to class, he cant help but keep remembering Atsumu's words.

"All it needs' just some cake, puddin' and a well written apology essay from yours truly."

No matter how rationally he though it out, that type of apology is too cheesy when being paired with someone like him. But maybe he can incorporate some of the factors in his own kind of apology.

Wow, he's really thinking of apologizing to the person he's been "hating" for half a semester.

Will Suna really apologize and Will his sorry be accepted? Will (Y/n) even want to face Suna if he does apologize?

Find out next time in Dragon Ball Z

A/N: Yeah so like, I realized the thing I'm writing can be a highschool drama romance series and it's getting too long pfffft

Also I've been on writer block :) and haven't been active in Tumblr recently

Part 2 Angst ending is out

Fluff ending in the process of making

[wack-ashimself]

Mandela effects 5000%.

So watching inside job, entire episode is going off the mandela effect.

Summary: 'The Mandela Effect refers to a situation in which a large mass of people believes that an event occurred when it did not.'

But a lot of people hint/propose this was people jumping realities/timeline/parallel universes. It DID happen from wherever they came from.

<I mean, if you jumped, accidentally of course, entire universes/time lines/whatever, and the changes were VERY subtle (especially if you did this younger), it would be hard to notice unless it was IN YOUR FACE cuz...you've adapted. You're already adjusted to that reality. It's what the human mind AND body are programmed to do.>

I've heard about it a long long time ago. Heard many examples. The most famous I knew of was Bearstein vs bearstain bears. Fairly, on that, I was a kid and didn't pay attention to spelling too much. I am more storyline/main characters persons. Not to mention that it is easy to dismiss, in a way. Could be a misprint or something.

However, this episode pointed out to another famous one I did NOT know about. Our reality: Kazam with Shaq. Fake: Shazam with Sinbad. Now, again, title wise I do not remember. But I swear, I have vivid details of the sinbad movie. Why? Cuz, I dunno why, but as a kid, I LOVED sinbad, so I saw anything he was in. Yes, even that shitty president kid movie. I REMEMBER the sinbad genie magic movie. And yeah, I do remember the shaq movie too as a FUCKING joke (and I thought a copy OF the sinbad movie. If you wanted to see fan wack, it was me going 'you copied my fav guy's movie' as a kid lol).

So I remember BOTH movies as being real. It's weird. Here's where it gets weirder. I had a PERSONAL one that I forgot entirely till the Kazam/Shazam thing. It brought it back. From a place in my mind that I don't know is there. I PROMISED myself to post about it, but FORGOT it at the time. Instantly. Like amnesia forgot.

Avengers: Endgame (yes, it's been a while. I told you, I experienced it once, then I had NO PROOF at all I didn't imagine it).

I watch cam movies if I can't find a good version. Like any self respecting poor ass mother fucker. So that's another reason this was hard to prove: once I saw this version, it was overwritten (streaming so my ass doesn't end up in jail) by a NEW cam version, then later, the HD.

The FIRST cam version I saw (and it was within...days, max, of the movie coming out) I saw a scene entirely different in a major way than ANY other version I have seen (I checked it many times to see if it was a deleted scene since remembering. Fuck, it may be an alternative scene, but I still can't find proof of its' existence.)

In the scene where they track down Thanos (retired, weakened, etc), and find out he destroyed the stones, the scene EVERYONE saw was Thor killing Thanos.

What I originally saw (and I can not ever fully forget cuz I thought it was WAY WAY better written): Nebula, heart broken over her sister's murder, wraps this....metallic tech super whip around his neck, pulling, her leg on his side, tightening, till (they zoom out so you only see the shadow) his head falls off.

AND THAT SCENE ROCKED! I do NOT do fan fic bs. Not 'I could do it better' Cuz a-I probably could b-I probably couldn't cuz I didn't even come up with the original. This was not a dream. Not my imagination. I saw that scene. Till I saw it in HD, THAT IS THE VERSION I KNEW HAPPENED.

Just...I saw that, still vividly remember it, was planning on posting about it when I saw the OTHER version, but like, INSTANTLY forgot. It is weird...like, seeing the new version overwrote what my brain remembered originally. Like a patch update lol With technology, I sure as shit would not put it past them. Cuz let's be real: the version I saw is far more violent, and people wanted thor's redemption. So...why not test it out, it fails, put in the thor version, and just deny any other version exists? I mean, they have the power to...so it may not be themandela effect. Rather market testing, in extreme expedited ways....

[yandere-mha]

Inspired by your stuffs I had this thought in the shower today lol; Dabi's honey, whenever he manages to sleep long enough or wake up after them, wakes him with soft kisses all over his face and his hair. Careful soft kisses so they don't hurt him or accidentally press a staple too hard but firm enough that he can understand the touch even on burned skin. Just want to be mushy w a drowsy Dabi tbh that's not too much to ask is it? Give this boy all the kisses,,

I’m weak for sleepy cuddles :3

TW: NSFW, SMUT, DRY HUMPING, BODY ISSUES, KIDNAPPING, MENTAL ILLNESS.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Dabi rarely slept. Who could blame him though? Not only did his “job” keep him up during the night and fuck up his sleep schedule, but his rare moments of slumber always seemed to be tainted by the wicked nightmares of a childhood lost. His dreams seemed to repeat his most painful moments like a scratched record as his own mind attempted to torture him psychologically. He would have preferred physical torture since pain was something he understood well, but the inner mechanisms of his own mind were unknown to him and frightening. What scared him most was the thought of understanding himself.

When he was alone, he dreaded the night. Forcing himself to keep his heavy, drooping eyes agape in fear of the memories waiting to torment him for his sins. This is when his utter loneliness would close in on him and suffocate him. Then he found you... and suddenly he wasn’t so alone anymore. He knew in his bitter heart that if you had the choice, you would flee from his cobbled-together form in fear just like everyone else; he probably would too. It still felt nice to feel your warmth next to him in spite of this. You were so stunning he felt as if he were under a spell whenever he’d softly caress you as you slept. Your skin was so soft compared to his. He felt shame in even touching you as he considered the disgust you’d feel if you knew that such a creature would taint your perfection. An angry fire blazed in his chest as he hurt his own feelings.

Still, he slowly felt his shoulder blades loosen and separate from each other as he touched you. You had a way of calming him that nothing else did. His eyes were heavy and he didn’t have the strength to keep them open any longer.

He jolted awake to an odd sensation that he’d never felt before... it was you... with your full weight on top of him. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or if you were actually gliding your perfect right hand over his marred forearm while your left gently cupped his equally marred cheek, holding his head in place as you carefully planted kisses so gently over each of his cold staples that he could hardly feel your soft lips there. He felt your hot, slow breaths escape out of your nostrils, warming the alloy seams that pulled on his pallid skin in a foreign and pleasant way. He couldn’t remember ever being touched like this before and he was instantly addicted to the feeling. His mind must really hate him to play a sick joke on him like this. He needed to know you were real.

His large, slender hands abruptly shot up into the air from his sides before he slammed them both into your back with enough force to knock the wind out of you. He didn’t hear your gasp of pain due to his ears being filled with the sounds of static as he dug his fingernails into the plush skin of your mid-back. He feels you there. It really is you and he can’t breathe. He needs more. He needs you closer to him. He needs to be inside of you. He needs more. He needs more. He needs more. Please stop being so cruel and just give it to him.

He violently grabs your wrist and slaps your beautiful hand onto his face where it was previously placed. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop. His other hand slides under the seam of your underwear, halting its downward journey before meeting your perfect ass when he presses your lower back closer to his body. He can already feel his cock pulsing and he knew you would gag at the sight of his hideous body but he didn’t care anymore. He unabashedly made his urges known to you as he thrusted his hips up into your clothed crotch. He heard heavy, ragged hyperventilating akin to that of a rabid animal, not realizing that that noise was pouring out of his own rib cage. He was so numb with adrenaline that he hardly even noticed you cradle his head into your chest, hiding his face from this cruel and judgmental world. 

He ceased his movements mid-thrust as he froze with his hips raised in the air. He stayed that way for a few seconds until he deeply exhaled, letting all of the air out of his lungs and relaxing his pelvis back down onto the bed. 

You both stayed in this resting position, not moving a muscle for what seemed like an eternity when, suddenly, your hand that was placed at the base of his scalp began to comb your fingers through his dry, ebony hair. You continued depositing tender butterfly kisses all over his facial lesions without so much as a word as if nothing had happened and his heart felt as if it was about to explode out of his chest. Every point of contact you made felt like fireworks as he burrowed his face into the crook of your neck. Don’t ever leave him alone.

[zaffrenotes]

[TRR] A Tot Debate

Pairing(s): Liam x Katrina, Drake x Alyssa Stiles Rating: G Author’s Note: Here’s my belated birthday fic for @cocomaxley based on a conversation we had with @ao719 and @the-soot-sprite with oddly impeccable timing 🙃 * Happy Birthday to my fellow stubborn ram baby, Gen! I am so happy to be friends with your sarcastic ass, lol and I hope we spend more years coming up with random inside jokes about rice and half a dozen other things 💙 Author’s Note 2: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Katrina Bailey is my MC, Alyssa Stiles is one of my OCs * Many, many, MANY moons ago I wrote a fic where Katrina is pregnant again, expecting twins after she and Liam already have four little princes * Creative liberties were used for canon character birthdates for the sake of this one shot * This is a bit of silliness and my submission for @wackydrabbles​​ Prompt 87: No offense, but I’m not interested. * Word Count: 1099

It was a rare Saturday afternoon in the Cordonian palace, where King Liam and Queen Katrina were gathered in a sitting room with their friends, free of appointments and scheduled appearances. Katrina’s feet were perched upon a plush footstool while she rubbed the small swell of her belly, and she grinned when she felt a flutter from one of the twins.

Liam and Maxwell were in the middle of a discussion over what to watch next, while Drake and Alyssa replenished their drinks and assembled a small plate of snacks. Katrina opened Pictagram on her phone and scrolled through the latest posts, tapping on images she liked, when she paused on a comic. “Huh,” she murmured, looking over the image.

“What’s that?” Drake asked, peering over her shoulder before returning to his seat.

“Comic strip about what kind of potato you are, based on your horoscope.” Katrina scoffed at the screen. “I am not a plate of curly fries!”

“What am I?” Maxwell craned his neck, curious to their conversation.

Katrina looked at the screen again. “Potato chips,” she giggled. “Lyssa's sweet potato fries, Liam’s sweet potato mash, and you,” she paused, pointing at Drake, “are a big bowl of mashed potatoes.” Katrina pulled up a web browser and typed away at her screen, quickly reading through the lines of text. “It’s okay, with the new star signs I’m now a Pisces, and I accept my new fate as a bowl of ube ice cream.” She grinned brightly at her friends.

Everyone’s brows furrowed at Katrina. “The what now?” Drake inquired.

“According to the new dates with the thirteenth astrological sign, I’m a Pisces,” she repeated. “You haven’t heard about it? It was a whole thing last year.”

“Wait. What? Why would they need to add a whole new sign to the zodiac?” Maxwell pulled his phone out of his pocket in search of answering his own question.

“It’s always been there,” Katrina replied. “NASA looked into it, and I guess the ancient astrologers omitted…” — she looked down at her phone screen — “off…offy…?”

Drake held his phone in his hands, having pulled up a similar article about the 13th sign, and glared at the name. “This is crap,” Drake added. “There’s no room for it because I can’t even spell it, let alone pronounce it.”

Liam leaned over to look at Maxwell’s screen, peering down at the name in Greek. “Ophiuchus,” he repeated, stressing the last syllable. “Or perhaps off-ee-yoo-kus?”

“That sounds like a weird cross between Ryu’s dragon punch and mucus,” Maxwell chuckled. “Why would they leave out an entire constellation?”

“It’s easier to split up three hundred and sixty degrees into twelve even pieces and match up with calendar months,” Alyssa answered.

Katrina looked down at the article. “With the new signs, Max would be a potato salad Capricorn, Lyssa’s an oven roasted potato Virgo, Drake gets to be twice baked potatoes as a Gemini, and Liam…” Katrina stopped reading and glanced up at her husband, smiling awkwardly as she bared her teeth. “You’re the new sign, and have no potato representation.”

“Pardon?”

Alyssa stifled a laugh as Katrina held out her phone to Liam so he could read the screen. “Looks like your birthday falls in between Scorpio and the new sign, so you could go with either.”

“But neither of those are the sign I’ve grown up as!”

“None of us fall under the signs we’ve grown up with,” Alyssa replied. “I am not a Virgo.”

“I don’t like this new zodiac. I refuse to acknowledge it,” Liam said, shaking his head.

“Li, it’s okay, you can be any kind of potato you want to be this way!” Katrina bit back her smile as she spoke.

“Don’t patronize me, Trina,” Liam quipped. He glanced back at Maxwell’s screen. “Why does Scorpio only get a week to make room for this…this…what is that symbol even supposed to be?”

Alyssa squinted at Katrina’s screen. “A man wrestling with a snake, apparently.”

“Cordonia won’t acknowledge this information, even if the rest of the world decides to. I won’t allow it.”

“Don’t you want to be a modern leader? Someone the people can look up to and admire for taking steps towards becoming an innovative country?” Katrina tucked her lips between her teeth, but the corners of her eyes crinkled as she restrained her amusement.

“No offense, but I’m not interested.” Liam rose from his seat and pulled his phone out from his pants pocket. “I need to speak with the head of our space agency as soon as possible…today, if need be,” he spoke into the phone. “It’s important.”

—

Half an hour later, Liam paced back an forth in front of one of the large palace windows, running a hand through his dark hair while the other pinned his phone to his ear as he engaged in a heated discussion with the head of the Cordonian space agency, with a look of utter disbelief across his face.

Drake and Maxwell had gone back to scrolling through movie options on the screen, having lost interest in the constellation conversation. They were more interested in debating over whether the group could handle the four hour Snyder version of Justice League.

Alyssa smirked when she turned her head to look at Katrina, who was holding a bowl of the purple tuber ice cream between her hands. “Y’know,” she began, leaning over to nudge her friend’s shoulder, “would’ve been easier to just ask for the ice cream if you had a craving. You didn’t have to make your poor husband’s brain implode.”

Katrina shrugged, pleasant smile on her lips as she withdrew the spoon from her mouth, savoring the cold, creamy dessert as it melted down her throat. She felt another flutter from one of the babies. “I take joy in knowing I've blown your minds about astrological signs solely because I don't wanna be a curly fry. Ooh!” She sat up a bit. “Fries would be great with ice cream!”

The ladies looked over at Liam, who continued to pace in front of the window and spoke rapidly in Cordonian. “Should you tell him now, or after his phone call, that NASA eventually debunked the whole thirteenth sign thing?” Alyssa cast a wary look to Katrina.

Katrina pushed herself up off the sofa. “You call down to the kitchen and ask for extra crispy fries and whatever snacks you and the guys want, I’ll make sure Liam doesn’t fire the poor guy on the other end of his phone call,” she giggled. “I’ll blame it on the babies.”

[angry-geese]

47 & 50 ?

Hi! Sorry it took me a bit to answer this one but I wanted to wait until I got to my laptop so copy pasting the chapter sneak-peek was easier lol

47 - what fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

tbh i really couldn't say. though i do have one older fic in mind but its a jjba x reader and its called devil town (ao3 link because i prefer ao3 for multi chapter fics)

for jjk im not really sure. my first instinct is to say blood ties just because its a multi-chapter fic and i know on tumblr those dont do nearly as well

50 - a teaser of an upcoming chapter?

i went with chapter 29 of blood ties since its my only multi chapter wip lol and it ended up being a bit long so its under a cut. since its my rough draft theres probably going to be a few spelling/grammer errors since i haven't gone back through to check for those yet

“Watch them open the prison realm and it's just empty,” you say.

“Don't joke about that.” James says, swing his fist into your shoulder.

“Why not?” You say with a scoff. “No one else is gonna do it. I can think of a million different ways this goes wrong.”

What if they can't get the prison realm open? What if something happens to Gojo while he’s inside? What if Gojo is trapped in there until the end of time?

Couldn't Kenjaku, in theory, cast the prison realm to the deepest depths of the ocean, leaving the currents and silt to bury it? There's how many miles of ocean floor? You could spend every minute of each day for the next century searching for him, and never find him.

Because we know more about the moon’s surface, than we do about our own oceans. All he’d have to do is head to some place—the Marianas trench, or whatnot—and toss it in. How would you get Gojo back then?

Without the front of the prison realm, there is no opening it. So if Kenjaku were to cast it aside—toss it into the deepest depths of the ocean, or cast it into some volcano where it’ll be impossible to fish him out—there would be no freeing Gojo. No Gojo means that you, and everyone you care about, are completely fucked.

“I'm counting on Geto still being alive in there.” James says, bringing his hand up to inspect his nails. “I could still sense his soul—it's not like it's missing. He's still rattling around in that skull, right alongside Kenjaku.”

“So Geto’s alive?” Asks Kirara.

You flinch at the sound of their voice. You forgot they were there.

“If you want to go by technicalities, then no, not really.” He says. “There's no brain activity on his end. Think of it like a brain transplant; if you’re medically brain dead, and someone who’s not medically brain dead gets theirs transplanted into your body, is that still technically you? Are you the brain, or the body?”

“The brain?” You say. But it comes out as more of a question, than an answer.

How would that even work? The human brain holds everything a person is, or once was, or ever will be. All your thoughts, your ideas, your memories. Without that, your body is simply a husk. Or does the soul exist outside of these two physical things? What truly makes your body yours in that case?

“I can only assume that what Geto’s dealing with is akin to being in a coma.” He continues. “Or maybe locked-in syndrome is a better word for it. He’s likely aware of what’s going on, but has no control over his body. But instead of not being able to move at all, he’s being puppeted.”

That sounds… awful. There's a million other fates you’d let happen to you, before you’d allow something like that.

plus here's a little bit from my outline of chapter 32 :)

It's not until you're alone that you can truly bask in his presence.

The bed dips under your weight as you sit. You shed your bag, and coat, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Your sword is set down with far more care.

You're reluctant to let yourself relax. To give in and be comforted. But you can only hold off for so long, letting your body sink into the coolness of his.

Choso’s kindness isn't sympathy; it's the real thing. And you’re not certain how to deal with that. To allow yourself to be handled with care. The love you both know is not a soft one. It hurts. All it's ever done is hurt.

Fanfic ask game

[bloodiedpixie]

Thank you @mostlymaudlin for tagging me!!! I really love this idea, basically, you find five bits of yourself that you gave to your writing, also called: writerly ephemera.

It's super interesting reading everybody else's, hopefully, mine is also interesting!!

Of All The Wildflowers, Chapter 2

“Yes…are you?” I ask, lowering my voice so no one can hear.

It’s like I’m trying to hide from the non-existent people I feel listening to me. The hidden eyes. The hypervigilant ears. The ones I’ve spent avoiding since I was 11. Since I saw a picture of Mick Jagger and my eyes went wide. Those non-existent people. Those ears and eyes. The ones that are all too real some days."

OH BOY HOWDY! Okay so I don't live in a very safe place, my house and family are fine but the second I step outside it's this feeling. The non-existent eyes.

I really project a lot into that line because I feel that's what most if not all queer kids have felt, hiding from "someone" even though they aren't there.

WIP (I'm not revealing the title though cause secrecy)

"I’m silent for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d like you at first.”

“Lovely sentiment.”

“Let me finish...I didn’t think I’d like you at first, but I was pleasantly surprised. You made jokes that have made me lose my breath and asked questions that made me confused about life. Even though you’re as dramatic as an actor and annoying to bits sometimes, I wouldn’t trade you for all the spells in the world. I wouldn’t trade those nights for all the magic the world of mages possesses.” I’m starting to get teary-eyed when I move Baz’s face to look at me.

I smile the tears and say, “Thank you Basil. For being my brother, for being my best friend, and for letting me be a part of your life. I’m sorry it’s ending right as the fun began. Just know I love you, and you’ll always be in mind until the day I drop.”

I have a couple close friends who I adore with my whole heart and this is my best way of expressing love for them.

I've written my fair share of sad scenes but my greatest fear is losing them so having a scene where you have to say goodbye to your found family is a part of me I just shoved in there.

Begin your twenties with a...nevermind

"Then it gets deafeningly silent, it’s so quiet. My tail isn’t moving, my wings don’t flutter, and all I can hear in my head is, “Fuck up” over and over and over again.

My chest feels like there’s an elephant on it and my lungs only have the smallest bit of air. My throat feels tight, and everything is incredibly loud.

Suddenly, a sob breaks through my throat and it burns through me like fire. I cough and sob and feel like a baby as my wings on their own wrap around me and my tail curls up my leg.

I shouldn’t need my boyfriend and best friend to fucking babysit me. I should be able to take care of myself and not rely on other people.

I mean fuck, I’m nineteen-

Twenty. I’m twenty now. Merlin, I’m twenty.

I cough out another sob and I keep sobbing until I can’t anymore. Until I’m just coughing and borderline laughing at how pathetic I am now."

~☆Panic Attacks☆~

I have super bad anxiety so panic attacks are my specialty lol

I really put myself into this scene and tried to explain what a panic attack feels like to me and the main part is "deafeningly silent." That's the best I can describe how a panic attack feels, everything gets real loud but there is no noise.

finally, my anxiety came in handy lol

WIP, This Is What It's Like To Be Lovers

Though even though he’s being adorable and a twat, he’s really just a bit lost. He’s never shopped somewhere that has used clothes (unless it’s one of those fancy vintage shops).

I definitely understand that he’s learning when Baz is running his fingers over a maroon jumper with a thick gray stripe going across the front of it and he looks confused by it.

“That’s nice,” I state while scouring the random assortment of tops in front of me.

“It’s five pounds,” he states, sounding a bit sad.

“That’s not much—”

“It’s Ralph Lauren and they’re selling it for five pounds,” he sounds a bit offended.

“Yeah, put it in the trolley we’ll get it.”

“Why would someone buy something so expensive then give it away for five pounds?”

I walk over and grab the jumper off the rack, “Because, the person didn’t wear it anymore and a lot of people don’t have a lot of money, so when they find something like a Ralph Lauren shirt that will last them years for five pounds it’s a good thing.”

Baz’s offended/confused face falls immediately, and he grabs the jumper and puts it back.

I shop almost exclusively at thrift stores and have done that since i was a baby so I know them inside and out. this scene is really close to home because Baz was raised in a wealthy household and Simon was on his own. I've never had a lot of money and have had to explain to people I shop with that the prices are that low for a reason and so I had Baz put it back because he would rather someone who actually needs it finds it.

The Watford Mages, Chapter 2

“I turn my head and look at Baz who is sitting next to me. He fell asleep a few minutes after we got on the bus. His hair dried all fluffy and wavy. I kind of want to touch it, just to see what it feels like. I barely ever see it without product in it.

He looks so calm, with no grimace or sneers on his face. He always looks so bloody perfect. It’s unfair really, the only imperfections are things I caused. His nose is a bit crooked, (I did that) his lip has a gash on it, (did that) and his cheek has a bit of a bruise (did that too).

He looks so soft like this.

Baz takes a big breath in and stretches his arms above his head, arching his back in the process.

I can’t take my eyes off him, he looks so…comfortable?

“Snow?” Baz asks sleepily. His voice is deep and a bit groggy.

That snaps me from my thoughts, I turn my head to look out the window instead, but I can see Baz’s reflection. He looks confused for a second before leaning his head back and closing his eyes again.

I try to focus on the song and the scenery, but my eyes keep tracking back to Baz.”

I’ve been on my fair share of busses and remember always watching the people behind me in the windows. It’s really interesting to see people in reflections because everyone looks backward and I wanted to get that across here. Simon doesn’t ever view Baz as “comfortable” or “calm” so seeing him tuckered out in a reflection is backward to him.

Alrighty!! Imma no pressure tag, @caitybug @foolofabookwyrm @palimpsessed @wetheformidables @trenchcoat-moth @ninemagicks @snowybank @annabellelux @xivz

No pressure though!! 💙