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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Carpe Noctem 4

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulatin, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Sundays feel like you have a second job as you tend to everything that’s been neglected during the week. Switching to alpha shift is always hardest as he resets his clock to be at the station by five in the morning. You pity him, your shifts are early but steady; the weeks don’t differ even if your job presents new experiences daily.

Once the apartment is clean you start on dinner, packing some leftovers for his lunch and prepping breakfast for the morning. When that’s done and you’ve eaten, it’s almost time to go to bed. Johnny’s in the shower and you’ll have one of your own after. As you wait, you scroll on your phone.

A puff of steam precedes him as the click of the door draws your attention. He enters with only a towel on, a trickle of water on his abs. You smile at him over the top of your phone.

“Oh, who’s got you so bubbly?” He challenges as he goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of boxers.

“You,” you say as you put your phone down and stand. “It’ll be nice being on the same shift again.”

“Yeah,” she shrugs and drops his towel, pulling on his boxers before stepping over the damp heap. “I’m gonna stretch out and watch some TV.”

“Alright, I’ll get washed up.”

“Good idea,” he snorts and snaps his knuckles across your ass as he passes.

You squeal and he chuckles. You scoop up his wet towel and take it with you. You hang it over the bar as you enter the bathroom and you gather up the dirty clothes he left on the tile. You take those to the hamper and return to start up the shower with a fresh pair of your pajamas.

The water is lukewarm. The building really only offers a good ten minutes of hot water at a time and he was in there for a while. You wash up and get out to go about your moisturizing ritual, tweezing your brows and a few stray hairs on your chin. You’re not overly zealous about your looks but your self-care is your time.

You enter the bedroom in your cotton pajamas, a pair of shorts and a button up tee. As you go to drop your old clothes in the hamper, you notice Johnny is chewing his thumb at his phone. No, not his, yours.

“What’s going on?” You go to the bed as he keeps his thumb scrolling.

“Your phone kept going off,” he tosses it onto your side of the bed, “I was just tryna shut the damn ringer off.”

“Oh,” you grab it and put it back on the night stand as you crawl in next to him.

“Mmm, you smell like yourself again,” he gives a deep whiff. “You smell like my girl.”

“Johnny, I told you–”

“I know what you said but I don’t know if I believe you.”

You withhold a sigh. You don’t say anything. Arguing will only make him more adamant.

“You know I love you,” you lean over to kiss him. He shifts so you peck his cheek.

“I thought you did,” he slumps back against his pillow and glares at the television.

“You know I do,” you touch his arm gently.

He sniffs and tilts his head, “I don’t want you going out anymore.”

“I’m sorry, but the twins–”

“You gotta decide who’s more important; me or the twins,” he huffs. “I can’t marry a party girl.”

You’re quiet. You swallow and stare at him, almost breathless. “Marry?”

“One day, yeah. When you’re ready,” he says pointedly.

🎀

You come out of the daycare centre, tired to the bone as you drag your feet across the parking lot. Monday’s are usually a bit unpredictable but that day was entirely wild. The kids were like animals, restless and rambunctious. You’re happy to be done, even if you still have to drive home and make dinner.

You come to the far corner where you like to park. It’s in the shade and out of the way of the parents coming and going. As you get to your spot, you slow as you see a figure leaning nonchalantly on your hood. You stop short and your mouth falls open before snapping shut.

“You seem like the kid type,” Lloyd says as he tilts his head, arms crossed over his chest, “you got that motherly touch and all.”

You blink at him, dumbfounded. You say nothing and clutch your keys. You don’t know what to say. You have no idea how he found you or why he would bother. The purple blotch on his cheek might suggest a reason.

You go around the car as you ignore him and unlock only the driver’s side. He steps away from the hood and follows you. You turn and point your key at him sharply.

“Don’t come any closer,” you warn.

“Hey, I’m not doing anything,” he puts his hands up, “I'll keep my hands to myself if you do the same. I'm just here to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you insist as you press your other hand to the handle on the car door.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know you.”

“We can change that, sweet cheeks,” he winks.

“How did you– you know what, doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Go away.”

You open the car door and swing into the seat. As you try to close it, he catches it from the other side, holding it in place as he leans over to see you.

“Your friends are… talkative when they’re drinking,” he smirks, “told me all about you. And Johnny. Sounds like a real prize.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know everything I need to know,” he taunts, “enough to know that you need, nay, you deserve more than that two pump chump.”

You roll your eyes and pull on the door. He’s strong as it doesn’t budge an inch from his grasp. He chortles and lets go as you try again and the door slams. He bends down and looks at you through the window.

“Go take care of the man child,” he sneers, “you can hit me up when you’re ready to be taken care of.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #au #carpe noctem #the club #the gray man #johnny storm #fantastic four

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scekrex · 6 months ago

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Dont kill me but I got inspiration from ur interaction with someone else oops..

Basically Adam x Male!reader (We love him sm) and reader keeps tryna call Adam cute or some other praises he's not used to

Hes used to being called things like.. Hot,, cool, sexy even,?? I mean he's the "Original dick" and a pretty important person by heavens standards so like he'd def get a lot of compliments like that (Which all boost his ego)

But then you have the reader, (Who's either his boyfriend or husband or something idk you can choose that!) calling him nicknames he's not used to! Like pretty, gorgeous, cute, adorable!! (Handsome, maybe?) I mean he'd act like he hated at first but bro he'd be flustered like crazy after a bit because?? nobody ever called him that before? In his "relationships" (more like flings,,) after Eve he normally was always called praises linked to sex, sexual names etc etc, but those genuine compliments that he KNOWS reader means, and aren't just for sex, he'd be head over HEELS. pls make him be flustered I wanna see flustered Adam so bad💔💔 /nf

Omg I love this soooo much and it only makes sense too? Like ofc he's used to sexual comments and nicknames. But soft ones? No he gets all blushy over 'em. Not that he'd ever admit ofc

'Cause no one saw me the way you did and no one's seen me that way since

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

“C’mon cutie,” you begged in a whiney voice, looking at Adam with desperate eyes. The first man raised an eyebrow at you.

Cutie.

No-one had ever called him cutie before, how was he supposed to react to that?

Should he ignore it? Should he comment on it? If so, how?

He knew how to handle compliments that assured him in his sexual attractiveness, he was used to people giving him nicknames like ‘Hot Stuff’ or ‘Sexy’, some people even casually called him ‘Dickmaster’ which - to be completely fair - had been a little strange in the beginning because it was coming from strangers. But he couldn’t deny that nicknames like those fed his confidence and ego.

Things in the past had always been sexual, the nicknames, the interactions with other people, the way he was treated by others in general. If he didn't know it better he would think of him as some sort of sex icon - and maybe that was how people saw him but he didn’t mind. Sex had never been something bad in Adam’s opinion, quite the opposite was the case, so being seen and thought of as a sex icon was a compliment to him.

But those nicknames you used for him were different. Yes, you did call him ‘Sexy’, you did let him know that he was hot shit and you definitely weren’t hiding the fact that you enjoyed the sex with him. But outside of the bedroom Adam was no longer referred to as Sexy. Outside of the bedroom he was so much more to you than just sexy and hot.

You had called him ‘gorgeous’ and ‘handsome’ way before the two of you started dating, Adam had always been the most beautiful human in your eyes. There simply was no room for a creature more divine, more handsome than the first man himself.

Falling for Adam had been so easy, he made it easy to love him, to adore him. You wanted to give him the world, make sure he had everything he ever wanted. Yes, he acted like a douchebag but that was all it truly was. An act. The real Adam behind this douchebag mask was different.

He struggled with things just like everybody else, he felt sad and hopeless, lost even. Behind the mask of behaving like the greatest human alive was a broken man who just wanted to love and be loved. And while compliments or nicknames like ‘hot’, ‘cool’ and ‘badass bitch’ were fueling his ego, he adored the nicknames you gave him much more. Because you knew him, you had seen him at his best but you had also seen him at his worst and yet you refused to leave his side.

“Don’t fucking call me that, men are not cute. I’m not cute.” Adam decided to comment on the new nickname. His facial expression seemed sour, disgusted even. But deep down inside of him he felt the butterflies in his stomach. You lifted your head from his chest to get a better look at him. You weren’t mad at his comment, instead you had a soft and warm smile on your lips as you booped his nose playfully, “But you are, my love. A cutie through and through."

The brunette turned his head to the side, facing the backrest of the couch he was laying on with you on top of him. “Shut the fuck up,” he mumbled, making it seem as if he hated those soft words of yours with his entire heart. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. Not when your eyes gleamed so bright, so full of honesty. Every single signal your body sent him was telling him that you meant those soft words and that made him unable to hate them.

You carefully scooted closer to his face until your lips reached his jaw. “But I want you to know how I see you, gorgeous,” you hummed against his skin and placed a quick kiss onto his jaw. You felt his skin heating up under your lips and saw the light golden blush that started to bloom on his cheeks. “I want you to know that to me, you’re the most handsome man God ever created and I just know that there is not a single person in this universe that’s more adorable than you,” the words left your lips with ease, it felt natural to share your thoughts with the brunette, to make him feel loved. Because that’s all you wanted, you wanted him to know that you loved him. Not because the sex was good and also not because he was the first man. But because of his personality. You loved Adam because he acted like he did not because of some skill or his status.

Everyone viewed him as someone high and mighty and maybe you did so too - at least a little. But you mainly viewed him for who he was. The caring and loving boyfriend, the clumsy guitarist who could ramble about music all day long, the sassy fuckhead.

The flush on Adam’s cheeks grew stronger and when he turned his head to face you in order to respond you simply silenced him with a soft kiss on the lips. That was also something Adam hadn’t had before you. There had not been softness in his past flings, it had always been rough, rushed and heated.

Your hand gently cupped his face as you partened your lips from his, your thumb tracing over his stubbled chin as you smiled down at him, showing him how happy he made you. “Gold looks good on you, pretty boy,” your words were spoken quietly so that only he would hear them because they were meant for his ears and his ears only - not that there were other people in your house but it felt more private, more intimate. Adam smiled back at you this time, seemingly appreciating the compliment given to him by his boyfriend.

He did not comment on it in a positive way but he also didn’t try to turn his face away again, neither did he shush you.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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theweirdgoodbyes · 9 months ago

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“C’mon, lemme help you. You’re breakin’ my heart.”

It’s a Thursday night, the Eagles are playing against the Patriots, and Babe Heffron is one miserable son of a bitch. He had called Bill for an emergency meeting after a particularly gruesome day at work, which including him chasing a student eloping out of the building and down the streets of Philadelphia in 15 degree weather. Why administration hadn’t listened to him about needing locks on his doors, he’ll never understand. Babe ended the day freezing, frustrated, and with a pile of paperwork. He loved his job as a special education teacher, and loved making a difference in young lives. But days like today always brought him back to their familiar spot, The Currahee, much needed beer in hand. One beer had turned into two, and then three, and then Babe lamenting his lonely existence as a perpetually single gay man.

“Pussy hound Bill Guarnere wants to help me pick up a guy? Has hell frozen over?” Babe asks sarcastically, pressing two fingers to the pulse in his neck, “Am I dead?”

“Shaddup. Don’t act like the guys wouldn’t go crazy over me.”

Babe leans forward, reaching out to pat Bill’s arm, “Oh, baby, you drive me crazy alright.”

Babe would do anything for Bill Guarnere. When they were sixteen, and Babe finally understood why he didn’t look at girls the way other guys did, he was terrified to tell Bill that he was gay. Bill, all rough edges and macho energy, had been his best friend since the first day of kindergarten. “You tryna play?” Bill had barked at him the moment Babe stepped into the classroom, still clinging to his mother’s legs. From that moment on the two of them were inseparable. The idea of losing Bill was scarier than anything he could think of, and it took Babe months and several pep talks in the mirror to muster up the courage. So one fateful night, as they drank some stolen beers on Babe’s childhood trampoline, Babe just blurted it out.

“Bill, I like guys.”

Bill was silent for a moment, before tossing his beer over the netting and rolling on top of Babe to envelop him in a giant hug. Babe hugged him back and fought back tears against his shoulder, comforted by Bill’s gruff assurances that best friends forever meant forever. Ten years later, here they are, still thick as thieves, and Bill is adamant that all of Babe’s problems will be solved by getting laid.

“Alright, ‘nough of the funny business,” Bill puts his hands up, as serious as he could ever be. “You want my help or not? I’m tired of listenin’ to you piss and moan over what’s his face.”

“Henry,” Babe sighs, thinking of his ex boyfriend. They had only dated for the summer while Henry was doing an internship in the area. He had gone back to Buffalo in August, and Babe’s love life has been bleak since.

“Yeah, Fuckface McGee, him. You were too good for him, Babe, didn’t I always tell you that?” Bill raises a furry eyebrow, forgetting that according to him Babe was too good for every boyfriend he’s had. He had also taken up the obnoxious but well-meaning habit of running every guy Babe had ever spoken to through the database at the police station, with something as small as a speeding ticket enough to make him concerned. “How long have you known me?”

“Too damn long.”

“And have I ever steered you wrong?”

Before Babe can open his mouth, Bill points at him with a shake of his head, “Don’t answer that. Take a good look around this bar and take your pick. Daddy’s gonna help you.”

Babe looks around the bar. It’s a freezing night in January, so it’s only regulars like him and Bill who have no better place to be. He scans past familiar faces until he sees someone he doesn’t recognize.

“Him.”

Bill turns to look. This stranger is sitting at the bar, eyes laser-focused on the game playing above him. Babe can’t make out the color, but can feel the intensity in them from across the room. He’s got a short crop of black hair to match his furrowed brows, a bit of stubble, and lips that Babe is very interested in seeing up close.

“That guy? The little one with the face?”

“He’s not little.”

“You think he’s on your team?”

Babe keeps looking at this handsome stranger, taking more of him in. His gaydar has always been horrible, highlighted by the confident kiss he had once given his buddy Welsh only to gently be told that friends is all they would ever be. Babe runs on the assumption because it’s 2024, and the world is a much more accepting place than it was ten years ago, that trying to hit on a straight guy isn’t the worst thing that could happen. The stranger is still wearing his coat, despite the stuffy bar air, arms crossed and hands tucked under his armpits like he’s cold. He’s found a lonely corner of the bar, and the drink in front of him is empty. He’s got an air about him that’s says “leave me the fuck alone”, and Babe sees him shake his head when the bartender goes over. Maybe he’s getting ready to leave, he thinks. Babe starts to second guess himself, and begins looking around to see his other options. Handsome Stranger’s mysterious vibe is intriguing, but the possibility of rejection would put Babe in the ground after his rough day.

“I’m goin’ in,” Bill stands up before Babe can protest and struts over to the bar, misplaced confidence oozing out of him.

Babe can only watch in horror as Bill plops himself down next to Handsome Stranger, sticks out a meaty hand, and begins to jabber away. He decides that’s all he needs to see and sets his sight on the nearest TV just in time to watch the Eagles make a touchdown. At least it’s a good day for the Bird Gang.

A moment passes and Babe finds the courage to look back at the bar. He sees Bill stomping back over to him, face contorted in a scowl that Babe is all too familiar with. The conversation cannot have gone in his favor. The guy is definitely straight, potentially homophobic based on Bill’s visible anger.

“What did he say?” Babe dares to ask. He puts his glass to his lips, praying for a miracle.

“First of all, kid must be fuckin’ blind because he took one look at me and says ‘Absolutely not’.”

Babe chokes on his beer, sputtering foam all over the table. He pounds his chest with his fist, willing himself to breathe through his laughter. It’s not often that Bill faces rejection, and the obvious wound to his ego is something Babe will savor for years to come.

“So I says, ‘Listen, toots’-“

Babe’s laughter is cut short and he groans, because of course Bill would make an ass of himself, and by extension, Babe. “Bill, no, you did not call him ‘toots’-“

“I says, ‘first of all, you ain’t my type, with the lack of tits and that pissy pout-“

“BILL!”

“-and you ain’t for me, you’re for the poor fucker sittin’ over here’”, Bill plops back down in his chair, shaking his head. He finishes his beer and sighs, like the interaction has exhausted him, “And then I walked away before I punched him in the mouth.”

Babe just drops his head down on the table. This isn’t the first time Bill has been an absolute beast in public, and it certainly won’t be the last. Babe’s minuscule dream of a night not spent alone has been dashed.

“You need a muzzle,” he mumbles to the wood, “I’m gonna have to tie you to the pole outside. Put up a sign that says, ‘please don’t pet me, I bite’.”

“Don’t be a prick. Can’t say I didn’t tr-“

“Hey.”

Babe looks up and Jesus Christ, Handsome Stranger is standing right in front of him. Although the bar is quieter than usual, the man had appeared with such silence that Babe wonders if he appeared out of thin air. He can barely believe this is real, certain that the guy was either straight or so repulsed by Bill that all hope was lost.

“Hey,” he squeaks out. Oh, Christ. He clears his throat and repeats himself, “Hey.”

The guy stares at him with those dark eyebrows still furrowed, like he’s looking at something under a microscope. Suddenly self-conscious under his unrelenting gaze, Babe runs his hand over his forehead, trying to rub away any red mark that might be left from slamming his head down.

God, up close he really is hot. His eyes are somewhere between blue and grey, complimented by the blue scrubs he’s wearing under his coat. Babe feels his cheeks turning as red as his hair, but unable to look away from those unblinking eyes. Over the hum of distant conversations and game commentary, Babe wonders if Handsome Stranger can hear his heart thumping out of his chest.

“You his friend?” He sticks a thumb at Bill, who immediately straightens up.

“His best friend, actu-“

“Give me your phone.”

Babe could fall out of his chair. There’s no way.

“My what?”

“Your phone. It’s right there.” Handsome Stranger points to where it rests on the table next to Babe’s glass.

“Oh, yeah, sure, here.” Babe scrambles to grab his phone and unlock it, handing it over quicker than he would like to admit.

The stranger taps at it and then quickly types something in and hands it back to Babe. He looks to see his contacts open, with a new addition: Eugene Roe. He doesn’t recognize the area code, explaining why he’s never seen this Eugene before tonight.

“Cool beans,” is all Babe can think to say because holy shit, he did not expect Bill to actually pull through with this. When he looks up again, Eugene Roe is gone. He looks to the door just in time to see it swing shut, catching a quick glimpse of white sneakers walking away.

Bill gives him a shit eat grinning and grabs his shoulders to give him a rough shake.

“Cool beans? What are you, fuckin’ twelve?”

“I panicked,” Babe defends himself. He can’t help but smile and looks back at his phone. He wonders if it would make him seem desperate to text him right now. Yeah, it would, he decides, maybe he’ll wait an hour-

Bill cackles, a sound that shocks Babe back into reality. “Never say I never did nothin’ for you, even though that guy is already on thin fuckin’ ice with me. Now go buy me a beer. The king is thirsty.”

Babe happily obliges, making his way over to the bar in a half-daze. While the bartender pours Bill’s beer, Babe looks back over to where his handsome no-longer a stranger was sitting. Eugene Roe, he thinks, who are you?

(Now posted on my ao3 with some edits! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53977666#work_endnotes)

#wrote this because wingman Bill had the potential for such chaos #as of right now this is a one shot but we shall see what happens!#fanfic #fanfiction #band of brothers #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #baberoe #eugene roe #babe heffron #bill guarnere #modern au #Maddie writes

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thisfeelingyourname · 9 months ago

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sneaky link.

happy valentine's day! 🥰

song rec in the link above. x

as always, bill kaulitz x roman reigns smut. | 1.5k words | minors dni | images from pinterest

cw: daddy kink, dirty talk, breath play, finger sucking, intoxicated sex, lingerie.

He'd be lying if he said that he didn't fuck with that freaky shit, but Bill's got some kind of way about him that makes that low down dirty shit look damn good, irresistible and fine. He's gotta be born knowing this shit Roman thinks and that brings an amused smirk to his lips as he has Bill splayed out in his lap, has his pretty mouth slow sucking on a few of Roman's fingers as they look at each other, faded and waiting for what has always been.

They're at Bill's place for once, late at night and nearly naked on the couch they've laid out on, neon blue and red lights glittering against twin skin. This is more than a house call, better than a booty call. Roman is staying the night after all, and the night after that and the night after that caught up in that marathon fucking and loving that neither of them can get enough of.

Bill is dangerous when he's fucked up like this, out of sight and out of mind, a different type of bad that Roman isn't sure he can keep up with, but he likes a challenge, especially one as beautiful as Bill, honey brown eyes dark and hungry, gaze steady with Roman's as he continues to suck his fingers, tongue stud swirling lazy around each one, a wicked grin spreading on his lips when he feels Roman push his hips up against Bill's ass, his dick achingly hard.

"You wore that shit I like," Bill says, proud of his man, letting Roman's fingers out of his mouth one by one, each slick with saliva. Roman laughs softly at that, swiping his thumb along the soft of Bill's bottom lip, stopping to play at his lip ring. "You just tryna see that print," he teases back, thoroughly enjoying whatever the fuck this is going on hot between them.

That cheshire grin grows and Bill moves to kiss Roman, tongue lapping at his mouth greedy and Roman kisses him back, already blissed out and on one, dragging his teeth against Bill's lips. "Nasty fuckin’ girl," he whispers, praising him as he lets his hands do what they do, fingertips ghosting across luscious bare skin, down Bill's sides, memorizing tattooed skin, smoothing themselves over the swell of Bill's ass.

He's got that lacey shit on tonight, those white thigh highs too and Roman is in absolute heaven, all too eager to take what's his as he grabs a palmful of ass with both hands, groaning aloud with pleasure, his head tipping back against the armrest. "Wore that shit you like," Bill gladly reminds him, leaning in to draw kisses up Roman's adam's apple, up his jawline and Roman finds him there bringing their lips together once more.

Butterflies swarm through their blood as they kiss and kiss, tongue and teeth and need, Roman's hands still palming Bill's ass while Bill sneaks a hand down between the two of them, slipping it beneath the waistband of Roman's sweatpants to stroke his dick, slowly massaging the head as dribbles of precome slip between his fingers.

It's too fucking good and Roman is pretty sure he's losing his grip on this one, Bill already a thousand steps ahead of him not even looking back. Not one to quit so easily Roman decides to switch this shit up, the high suddenly wildfire with a new kind of desire. It shows up sweet at first, Roman calmly pushing Bill's hand aside, his own finding itself creeping up the length of Bill's throat, pulse point beating precious underneath his touch. Bill swallows, never letting up on his game, everything of him wanting everything of Roman.

He knows Roman's hand, that geminian shit never slipping past him. He catches the warning in Roman's eyes and he licks his lips, allowing the bad twin to come through thirsty and free, his eyes closing and the start of a moan on his lips when he feels pressure against his throat. Roman has him right where he wants him and Bill is glad to be caught, goosebumps chasing up his spine and pleasure twisting pain through his blood when he feels a finger slip into his ass, working itself in and out of him and the sensation spins stars in Bill's eyes.

He can't help himself, thighs beginning to tremble and he starts to move against Roman's hand before he feels a harsh slap at his ass and he bites down on his lip, whimpering. "Look at me, baby," Roman says, his tone is kind, but commanding and naturally Bill does as he's told, eyes opening up to the man he loves and for a second he's mesmerized at how romantic this moment is, how breathtaking Roman looks in this neon moonlight, dirty blue and beautiful.

"I love you," Bill swears to him, butterflies swelling in his heart and they feast when that golden boy smile shows itself on Roman's face, honey sweet and Bill is smitten, dropping gorgeously open into Roman's hand. "Love you too, baby girl," he replies back, leaning in to leave another kiss against Bill's lips, one finger becoming two, working Bill's ass with practiced ease. Bill groans brokenly, his brow tightening as Roman moves his hand from Bill's throat to his cheek, caressing him in affectionate strokes while he turns him out, savoring every pretty sound that leaves Bill’s lips.

Bill loves it when Roman takes control, effortlessly reminding him of who really runs this shit. It works brilliantly and Bill thanks him with his mouth, kissing him again and again, wet and messy as his hands work that hair tie off of Roman, bundles of deep black strands threading through inked fingers. "Lemme fuck you for a lil bit," Roman mumbles, the words flushed hot against Bill's neck as he marks a kiss to sweat slicked skin, his fingers still working on his ass. It's got Bill feeling dizzy with euphoria, his body melting right into Roman's touch and he answers him with another crush of his mouth against Roman's, his fingers coursing through his hair. They look at one another then and Bill nods his head, clasping gentle hands against Roman's face, deep in love.

Roman is inevitable. He's fate and final and Bill doesn't question it, allowing himself to fall whole into Roman, letting him to do what he does best. It's unsurprising that Roman is a master at this shit or perhaps it's that Bill has always been an easy target, good as gotten to anyone who can say the right shit to him.

"Eyes on me, beautiful," he hears Roman tell him then, panties already pushed to the side and his dick sinking into the heat of Bill's body, strong hands firm on Bill's hips as he's seated in Roman's lap. This high is too fucking crazy and Bill gasps out an apology, dipping his head down for a kiss and Roman accepts him, humming appreciatively when he feels Bill squeeze around his dick. They make their amends in their favorite way and Bill lets himself be fucked by the man who loves him from the blood to the bone, singing his praises all the while, inked fingers scouring themselves frantic through Roman's hair.

Their lips meet again, kissing each other desperate as Bill slow rocks his hips against Roman's dick, moaning softly into another kiss, pleasure chasing fierce through his body like goosebumps. Roman likes where this is going, breathing low and heavy while he fucks Bill steady, groaning delightfully as Bill works his ass in perfect time with him, taking him like he was made for him. "You gonna be a good girl and lemme come inside you?" Roman wants to know, nipping at Bill's bottom lip as he fans his hands across Bill's ass, squeezing hard at tender skin, the sensation churning fire through Bill's body drawing out another gorgeous moan from his lips.

Bill is barely there, fucked out and glowing, burning from how unbearably good this is, the orgasm dredging itself up as Bill whispers “yes, daddy”, dreamy lids finding Roman's through that midnight haze and they kiss again, Roman smirking hot against Bill's mouth.

He makes good on his word, fucking into him, hitting that perfect spot again and again, Bill seeping into his arms, latching onto Roman as his orgasm pulls stronger and stronger, rising up and ready. Roman comforts him through it, telling him how beautiful he is, whispering that he's taking his dick so well. It's too much for Bill to handle and he unravels, coming with a loud cry, body heaving as the orgasm runs through him, his vision blurring with stars. Roman comes inside of Bill a few seconds later, groaning low in his throat, swearing as he presses his face into the heat of Bill's neck, scrambling to catch his breath in the afterglow as his own climax moves through him.

Bill doesn't say anything, too enamoured with the feeling of Roman still inside him, drops of come dribbling down between the backs of Bill's thighs. He gives Roman a satisfied hum, embracing him, a smile forming on his lips when he feels Roman return that same tenderness. "Thank you, daddy," he murmurs, his voice almost gone, lids flitting closed and heavy with sleep. Roman smiles at that, lifting a hand to wash his fingers through blond strands, sighing quietly as he brings their bodies back against the armrest of the couch.

They end it there for the night, wrapped up in one another close and sacred knowing that there's a morning after, that there's forever a morning after.

#bill kaulitz smut #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe smut #tokio hotel fic #tokio hotel fanfic #wwe fanfiction #bill kaulitz fanfic #writing.

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livfastdieyoung69 · 2 years ago

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Edge x reader where edge and reader are bored in a hotel room one day and they decide to try on each others clothes and have like a fashion show and Christian walking in

Ring Gear

“I’m bored.” Edge and Y/N sat against the frame of his hotel bed, the tv playing Cops but it clearly wasn’t keeping Edge’s attention very well.

“Yeah, I got that from the first five times you said it.” Edge groaned at the sarcastic response, flopping over to continue his complaining against their thigh. “If you’re so bored than go pick out what you’re gonna wear tonight or something!” Instead of replying, Edge continued his huffing but walked over to his suitcase, dragging his feet. He quickly unzipped it, pulling out all of the options onto Christians bed- who had left Edge in their hotel room to go get a few drinks with a couple of friends that he knew Edge wasn’t really a big fan of so he made Y/N babysit him.

“How about the green pants? I like those ones.” Y/N took their eyes from the tv to give their input. Edge turned to look at them like they were insane.

“I wore those last Monday babe! You totally have to wait at least like two weeks before wearing the same thing!” He explained as if everybody was supposed to know that already.

“Well, sorry, Jesus. I didn’t mean to affend you..” Y/N mumbled with an eye roll, turning their attention back to Cops.

“How about these ones?” He held up a pair of white ones with red details.

“Yeah, those are cool. I like the red velvet ones too they look fuzzy.”

“They are! It kinda sucks to wrestle in, I always feel like I’m overheating but they look cool.”

“That’s kinda gross.’

“It’s true, babe! Here try em’ on, see for yourself.” Edge threw the pants at them while talking, accidentally hitting them in the face.

“I don’t really wanna try your sweaty ring gear on, Adam.”

“I’ll try on your ring gear if you do.” Y/N’s eyebrows raised, a smirk settling on their face at the idea. “And I’ll wear the green pants tonight?” Y/N got out of bed and made their way to the door.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“Well, I gotta get my ring gear don’t I?”

*******

Y/N sat a pair of ridiculously big sunglasses over their eyes, tinted red with white frames, before moving back to sit on the bed, Edge’s pants bunching around their ankles due to the height difference he held above them as they waited for him to leave the bathroom.

“You almost done in there?” Y/N shouted over Edge’s grunts.

“Dont rush me, these pants are like impossible to put on!”

“Please dont rip-“ Before they were able to finish the bathroom door swung open to reveal Edge posing with one hand to his head and the other on his jutted hip. Y/N tried to speak but their laughter wouldn’t allow it.

“I know, I just look so great, huh?” He continued with the poses while making his way over to the bed. “Ooh, look at me, I’m Y/N in my tight leather pants, ooh I’m so sexy!” His voice went high in impersonation. Y/N slapped him on the arm before jumping out of the bed and lowering their voice.

“I’m Edge, I’m so cool dude and totally a great wrestler, I definitely don’t cheat in every match! And Christian totally isn’t wayyy cooler than me!”

“Hey!”

“Just speaking the truth.” Y/N spoke with a shrug before they were roughly put into a headlock.

“Take that back!”

“Just becuase you can’t handle it doesn’t mean its not the truth, Adam!” They spoke through giggles. Edge opened his mouth to answer but someone else beat him to it.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Christian spoke from the door frame of the hotel room. Edge and Y/N quickly seperated, refusing to make eye contact with the newly returned man. Christian signed before speaking again. “I knew I shouldn’t of left you.”

ya yeet little brother jakey tryna roast me? ive had that in my head literally all dayyyyy bro i used to love logan paul i literally watched that one video of the Suicide Forest before it was taken down

#edge x reader #wwe #wwf #wwe smackdown #E&C x reader #christian doesn’t get enough love #i love himmm #LIV writes;*!

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jonnnysuh · 3 years ago

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Rating svt on who’d be the best wedding date

Requested by @holdinbacksecrets: my friend and i have been talking about weddings recently and added svt to the conversation. with your glorious rating svt posts in mind, i have a q for you nala: svt as wedding dates??? (maybe as an idea for a future rating svt or to at least share who you’d choose as a wedding date)

A/N: if you’re wondering, yes DK is my man of choice

Series Masterlist

— S COUPS 20/10 is adamant on getting the couple a really good wedding gift. Is still in disbelief that people his age are getting married. Exchanges Ring Pops and fake vows with you on the ride back home 😭😭

—JEONGHAN 6/10 brings a Tupperware bc he’s tryna score some dinner for tomorrow hello. Makes a bet with you for how long you think the couple will last.

—JOSHUA 10/10 will hold your shoes, your purse, your phone, your baby, literally whatever you have. He’ll also put his blazer over your shoulders when you get cold brrr

—JUN 7/10 steals the bread rolls and puts them in his pocket. Finds himself hugging all of the grandparents for some reason,,, uses a different name to introduce himself to new people

—HOSHI 132/10 gets a lil drunk and wears his tie around his head. Clinks his fork against his glass ((and breaks it)) while trying to do an unsolicited speech. Has to be dragged away from the microphone by security. 2 seconds away from dance battling a kid

—WONWOO 7.5/10 shares pieces of his dinner with you. Designated purse holder,,, not even just yours but EVERYONE’S. Has been told that he is handsome by all the old people at least 10x

—WOOZI 7/10 sticks by you the entire night. Jokes that he’ll say “I object” when the officiant says “speak now or forever hold your peace”. Acts like he’s not emo when the couple says “I do”,,, he just has allergies !! Stop looking at him !!

—DK 1003738/10 fights the other girlies for a chance to catch the bouquet and SHOWS IT OFF TO YOU WHEN HE WINS 💐. Stomach is full of mini weenies. Gets HYPEEEE off the Cha Cha Slide

—MINGYU 7/10 will take your hand and lead you to the middle of the room to slow dance. Is always asking you to go to the photo booth bc he wants as many pics as he can get 🥺 Accidentally stained his shirt so he’s wearing an XXL from the lost and found

—THE8 10/10 is dressed better than the groom. Gets bored halfway through dinner and wants to sneak away with you to take a walk around the venue. Asks you to hide the centrepiece in your bag bc he thinks it’s pretty

—SEUNGKWAN 4.7/10 cries during the wedding vows and reception. Needs approximately 12 moments to compose himself. Can’t stop talking about how he wants to find true love some day. Is lowkey making a wedding Pinterest board the whole time

—VERNON 8.53/10 accidentally got seated at the kiddie table but he doesn’t mind bc they have chicken nuggets hehe. Engages in discourse about Pokémon with the children. Somehow becomes in charge of the DJ booth,,, loops the Macarena

—DINO 7/10 is at the front of the conga line. Almost didn’t wanna go to the wedding bc he had to watch the “how to tie a tie” video 25 times before figuring it out. Gets EXTREMELY drunk off the open bar,, lays in your lap and tells u how much better your wedding will be

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heavenbarnes · 4 years ago

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feels so good to be us

Fezco (Euphoria) x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mentions of drug use, mentions of guns, implied violence (all canon-typical), swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (this is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), dirty talk, light degradation, light choking, rough sex, light slapping, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 4.5k

no secret that i fell in love w the guy whilst watching the show, so we’ll just see how this goes

She blew into town one day, seemingly out of nowhere, but not without purpose. Having reasons to be there was one thing, having reasons to stay was a whole other. Lacking in the latter, there was a lot to be grateful for in that one night.

The party that cracked on in a reasonable house, she was told by her friends that’d it’d be a good one. What she wasn’t told was that this was a party that was teeming with teenagers, horny ones in spandex and rhinestones.

A long way from home and everything was different.

Lucky enough, she poured herself a cup and hunted for a spot that was more around her age. Last thing she needed was to be caught up with a hoard of 17 year-olds looking to make trouble.

Whoever owned this house also came equipped with cash, judging by the indoor pool she stepped into, eyes up and trailing along the carefully carved architrave. Eyes far too transfixed to notice the young man on the lounger.

“You came looking for me?”

The voice made her head snap towards his direction, rolled smoke resting between his lips and steadily fingering a roll of cash. Narrowing her eyes at him in hesitation, she traced her finger around the rim of her cup.

“I don’t think so?”

He took his eyes from his counting and let them cast over her, that’s probably the first thing to pique her interest. Those kind of eyes you could fall into, pretty eyelashes too that almost made her want to smile.

She knew that he knew she was staring, but he hadn’t said anything about it, he didn’t seem to mind.

“You not from around here, huh?”

Straightening up and stepping forward a bit, she got closer so she didn’t have to shout across the room.

“No sir, I drove in this morning from out East.”

He nodded more to himself than he did her, tucking the money away in his hoodie pocket before leaning back on the cushion of the lounger. He took the cigarette between his fingers and tapped off some of the ash, eyes still nonchalantly drifting over her.

“Called it, I would’a remembered you otherwise.”

In trying not to let the corners of her mouth turn into a smile, it transformed into more of a pout, bordering on a frown. There was something about this guy, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

“You would’ve?”

“Yeah, cause you wearing clothes,” He answered, making any expression on her face dry out. “You seen those other girls?”

Looking down her front, she had to admit that her belted trousers and high-necked tank was considerably more than what any of the high-schoolers were wearing. Shrugging her shoulders with a nod that spoke of “fair enough”, she managed to draw a chuckle out of the guy.

“That and you cute.” The inflection was so cool she almost missed it, but that wasn’t to say it was lost on her.

Scuffing her sneakers against the poolside tile, he shifted forward along his seat and watched intently at the way she no longer fought the grin on her face. Didn’t know the guy from Adam, but he was already tweaking some kind of feeling in her.

“Who you here with?”

She lifted her head and gestured back towards where the noise of the party was drifting through the door. “My friends Ocasio and Seraphine, made me come to make friends but they didn’t say they’d be teenagers.”

He nodded knowingly, muttering something about knowing them too. “They all so young, why I’m only here for business.”

So the inkling in the back of her mind that he was a drug dealer was correct, making his first comment make a lot more sense. In an attempt not to seem like a total fucking loser, she shifted the conversation.

“They said I should look for some guy, said that I’d probably like him.”

The man lifted a brow, before throwing his gaze over her shoulder in his turn to admire the architecture.

“Yeah? They give you a name, not a lot of people I don’t know.”

She thought on it for a moment, she knew it reminded her of That 70′s Show, and that is sounded remarkably fake at the time.

“Fezco, I think? If that’s even a real name?”

His shoulders bounced as he chuckled a little, eyes moving back to her own. He had one of those stares where it was intense, but there was nothing in you that wanted to look away.

“Nice to meet you too, mamas,” He lent back again and propped his foot up on the seat. “Do I get your name?”

In attempting to avoid looking like a fucking loser, she’d managed it anyways. Her cheeks burnt as she nodded with a nervous laugh, smiling out of necessity before offering him her name.

He made some remark about her still being cute, before they were cut off by a couple of young people tripping down the stairs and narrowly avoiding the pool. They made a line for Fezco, hoping to make a purchase off of him.

She couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, in the move of things she started to step back to where she came. An obvious cast of disappointment fell over her as she began to pull back from it all.

“Mamas,” That voice stopped her in her tracks. “Just lemme do this, I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

Just like that, she’d found a reason to stay. From that point on, you didn’t see her without Fezco by her side, with a hand on her lower back.

They were polar opposites, but MC. Kat said those attract so that could be said for why they’d done so well together. She was warm, kind, and so gentle it’d make your heart do fucking flips.

She was the softest thing that Fez had ever got his hands on, and he’d be damned if he was ever going to let it go. He was open with her, showed her all the bad things that he did and he’d done, and she chose to love him anyway.

If you asked Fezco, she felt like home, she was safe to come back to after a long day of doing things he wasn’t proud of. No matter how many times he made shitty choice after shitty choice, she knew the heart that rested in him was inherently better than anything.

Nothing made that heart fuller than seeing her own coming through, you want to talk big hearts? You start with her. She was the very definition of love, patient and kind, and it wasn’t uncommon for Fez to pinch himself in wonder of how he got so lucky.

The days she sat beside his grandma, holding her up as he brought the sponge along her back. Never a complaint, she’d just smile at Fezco, at the gentleness of his movements. The smile that said “I’d never want to be anywhere else.”

And if his boys were on their way around to fetch payment, nothing had to be said. She’d quietly tuck away in the bedroom, laying in silence as she daydreamed of a life where Fez was totally happy. In her visions they live in the countryside, he never has to look over his shoulder and he is forgiven.

She was always the delicate to his rough around the edges, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know exactly what was happening. You couldn’t mistake her kindness for stupidity.

“Mans, I don’t think you know what you getting into.” Fezco’s voice never shifted from that calm tone.

Nate Jacob’s shit eating grin made the hairs on the back of Fez’ neck stand up, the kid using his height to try and forge an ounce of intimidation. Unlucky for him, the man in front of him wasn’t a 17 year old cheerleader with daddy issues, he couldn’t scare him.

Nate would still give it his best shot.

“You obviously don’t know what you’re doing with me, I will fucking ruin you.” His bark through gritted teeth drifted up the hallway.

“You came to my house, ‘tryna start shit with me,” Fez never backed down, nearly chest to chest. “I never gave a fuck about you.”

The sound that came from Nate was a scoff, the disrespect was evident as he looked down on the other man. “So you’ve forgotten how you threatened my life?”

As he lifted his hand up towards Fez’ throat, he wasn’t able to clock her on his right quick enough.

She calmly padded down the hallway, shorts and her boyfriend’s hoodie draped across her body as she approached the scene before her. Left hand coming to lift the hem of the sweater and right coming to grip the glock stashed in her waistband.

By the time Nate Jacobs even knew she was there, he could already hear the safety coming off. His hand stilled as his eyes drifted over to her.

“Take another step, playboy.” Eyes staring down the slide and right at the guy in her sights. “Pick up your nuts, and get out of my house.”

Nate looked back to Fez, meeting an almost unfazed expression. His eyes came over to her and the barrel aimed between his eyes.

“The cops coming here didn’t teach you a lesson? You want them coming back here looking for guns too?”

Her laugh rolled around the room, drifting between the three of them as her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, go ahead and call the cops again,” Her grip on the pistol never faltered. “I’m sure Fezco’s boys would love to hear about the little bitch that had the pigs sniffing around their supply.”

There was no missing the way Nate’s jaw clenched at the sentiment, the thought ticking over in his head that he might’ve finally met his match. The match that he’d tried to chat up in the convenience store, right in front of Fez with his own girl in the car.

“Everyone knows your name, Jacobs,” Fez wasn’t the only one he couldn’t scare. “Would hate for it to be dropped around the wrong people.”

The quarterback brought his arm down from her boyfriend’s neck, turning to face her with the gun only following his movements. Fezco stepped off him, making his way over to his girl.

He stood behind her, chest to her back as his hands rested against her waist. Lips moments from her neck as his eyes trained back on the teenager trying to raise hell in his own living room.

“Is that a threat?” The sour expression on Nate’s face was nothing short of unattractive. She didn’t know a lot about Maddie Perez, but she knew the girl could do better.

“No, it’s a fucking warning,” In an instant the gun was turned on it’s side. “I won’t say it again, get out of my house, before I fucking kill you.”

It didn’t take much more before Nate was dragging his knuckles out of the house, door slamming behind him. At that sound, she had the safety back down and was placing the gun in Fez’ hands.

He chuckled, turning her towards him with that same grip on her hips. His hands came back to put the gun in the band of his drawers, before he was shifting to cup her face. Fezco could feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks.

“Do I even ‘gotta tell you how fine you look waving my piece round like that?”

She matched his laugh, heart still beating wildly in her chest. Shaking her head, her lips came to Fezco’s, feeling the plush of his lips moving in time with hers. “I will definitely leave that up to you.”

“But you looked so good handling it, mamas.”

Brushing off his comment, she gripped his hand and lead him up to the bedroom, muttering something about him looking even better.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Fez stood in front of her, looking down at the woman who’d kill for him. He knew he’d found his absolute other half, there was no doubt about that.

He lifted the glock to her face, trailing the muzzle along her cheek before she turned her head gently and gave it a sweet kiss. He shook his head, leaning down to tuck it under their mattress.

Kneeling down before her, parting her knees so he could nestle in there, his face was so close to her own that she could feel the heat in his breath.

“You mean everything, baby, I fucking love you.”

That was what it was all about, the perfect balance that existed between them. Whilst Fezco might’ve been the guts, and she was the glory, there was no doubt that they’d always be what each other needed.

The first time in a while that Fez had felt was able to be vulnerable, was the moment he sunk into her arms after a grim night. She didn’t ask any questions, just wrapped him up in her and reassured him that she felt nothing but adoration for him.

On his part, he’d found paradise in a girl that was sweeter than an angel, but was always down to let him fuck her like a whore.

She wasn’t really down for a Halloween party, but she was always down to dress pretty and be on the arm of her man in the cleanest suit. Platform heels and a flowery mini dress, it was the godfather and the hippie, sat outside by the pool as the smoke from Fez’ blunt cast a cloud around them.

Thoughts drifted back to the moment they met, looking an awful lot like this.

Teenagers dipped in and out of the house to buy off her boyfriend, she just sat back with her legs up in his lap, feeling his fingers rubbing against her calf every now and then.

She said hello to the girls as they drifted past, but nothing felt better than when it was just the both of them, enjoying each other’s company as those under the influence stumbled around them.

Fezco let his hand drift slightly higher up her shin, calloused fingers coming to trace along the curve of her knee. She watched the movements of his touch, not ignoring the way her skin prickled underneath the graze of his nails.

Taking the blunt from his mouth, he turned to look at her fondly, hazy smile when he found her already looking back at him.

“This your song, mamas,” He referred to the Jack Harlow joint that was coming through the speakers. “You ‘gone dance for me like you do at home?”

She smirked, lifting her legs out of his lap and stepping out in front of him. “Depends if you’ve got the money to throw.”

Slowly spinning around for him, her hips swayed in a motion that he followed intently, catching onto the way her dress lifted with each movement.

“You trippin’ if you think ‘imma pay for what’s mine.”

Stopping the swing of her hips, she moved in closer to where Fezco sat with his legs spread wide. Moving between those legs, she bent over over and braced a hand on each of his knees.

“What are you tryna’ do, big man?”

Fez lent forward in his seat, lips coming to gently press to her own before he spoke in a hushed tone, better to keep his private moves private from the kids swirling around the both of them.

“I’m tryna’ blow your fucking back out.”

One thing could be said for Fezco, the man could keep his word. The minute he got her into the bedroom, large hands splayed across her hips and gripped tight enough to leave a mark.

Lips ran up the column of her throat, the graze of teeth left in the wake of his movements. Heady moans slipped off her tongue and filled the small room, coaxing Fez to move a little quicker.

His girl was getting impatient and he was never one to keep her waiting.

Turning her in his hands, he still had a mean grip on her waist as he moved her knees to perch on the edge of the bed. One large hand spread in the center of her shoulder blades as he pushed her chest down onto the mattress.

“Be a good girl and arch your back for me.”

Stomach dropping down and hips rolling back, she shook her ass for him as Fezco shifted up the hem of her dress, revealing the pretty lace she wore just for him. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them further apart till she got even lower.

One hand came back to slap the cheek of her ass, a sorry moan ripping from her chest as he massaged over the spot. Feeling the way his thumb traveled down the line of her underwear, grazing over where she was wettest for him.

Hooking around the band of the thin panties, Fez slipped them down her legs, sucking in a breath seeing how wet she’d been for him this whole time. She shook her hips, presenting herself to him like a meal he’d been waiting to be served.

“What got you so fuckin’ needy? Or you just always begging for it?” His voice rumbled through his chest, hitting her straight between the thighs.

“It’s always you, I just need you to fuck me.”

Two thick fingers dragged up her slit as she rolled her hips back for him, eager to catch anything that felt like pleasure. This teasing was nearly killing her, but he was damned if he wasn’t going to make her work for it.

“You ‘sposed to be a good girl but you lost your manners.”

Whining out, not caring how pathetic it must’ve sounded to him, she shook her ass again. Doing whatever she could to draw him and make him give it to her like she needed.

“Please, Fezco, I fucking need you.”

The sound of his belt coming loose was like music to her ears as his thumb gently dipped into her wetness. So close to getting what she wanted, he was never good at keeping anything from her. Especially not when she looked this pretty.

She felt him run the blunt head of his cock through her wetness, resting at her entrance for a moment. Tiny cries and whimpers still fell steadily from her pouted lips, Fezco sliding his hand down her back until his fingers fixed around the back of her neck.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy,” With one thrust he filled her straight up. “I never felt anything like you, baby.”

Her cheek pressed against the mattress with his grip, filthy moans drifting through the air as she felt Fezco wrecking her. His other hand still gripped tight at her hip, pulling her back onto him with every thrust.

It was never better than when it was this nasty, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as he fucked her dumb, the only thing on her mind was his name as she sang it back to him.

He loved the sound of her crying out for him, pussy clenching impossibly tight around him. Fez knew every spot within her, exactly what to do to make her come apart under his hands.

“You so fuckin’ tight, mamas,” He gritted his teeth as his hand slid from her neck to grip her shoulder. “Tryna’ make me buss’ quick.”

A filthy giggle rolled straight off her tongue, before it turned right back into another cry as Fezco hit that spot just right. The hand on her hip slipped under and before she knew it, her eyes were rolling back as his fingers moved quick against her clit.

He nearly ripped a scream from her, moving his hand back to slap her pussy, before rubbing that same spot. He was going to be the death of her one day, the way he always knew exactly what he was doing.

“Baby- I’m ‘gonna- I’m ‘gonna,” Her words dropped off as she moaned for him under the pressure of it all.

“You good, ‘lemme hear it.”

Clenching like a vice around him, her whole body tensed up as the white hot feeling of her orgasm rolled over her. There was no doubt the neighbors would know about it, the way he never let up on her, had her crying out off the top of her lungs.

Fezco dipped his hand under her throat, fingers lightly fixing around it as he pulled her up to kneel. Falling back against his chest as he kept fucking her through it, her hand came back to grip his thigh.

She knew he was near his end, his hips were stuttering and the way he was groaning in her ear, she knew she had him good. Turning her head, her nose brushed against his face so her lips were moments from his skin.

“Come in me, please, baby.”

That was all it took, his arm flying around her waist as he gripped her hard to him. Hips stilling deep inside her as he filled her up, a vulgar cry from her as she felt him hot and running in her. Sliding his hand down her chest, he crossed his arms against her, nuzzling down into her neck.

“Maybe you are a good girl, huh?”

There was no doubt that she wasn’t just good, she was the best. Who else was going to sit patiently with their feet in Fezco’s lap as he counted his money and chewed through a pack of cigarettes.

Couldn’t find another girl that’d stand by his side at the town carnival, looking just as sweet as the cotton candy she was placing on her tongue as locals came asking around for their friend Molly.

Hot summer days outside the convenience store, popsicle between her lips as her sundress flutters gently in the breeze. Fezco ready to round up anyone that stared just a little too long.

Maybe it was all that candy that went past her lips, but there was never anyone who acted, or tasted that sweet.

Hearing the door shut, her mouth naturally curved into a smile. He was home, meaning he was safe, meaning she was safe and content. Fezco rounded the couch to where she sat, one arm braced behind her on the cushion as he lent down to kiss her.

Hands naturally coming to cup his chin, she felt the scratch of his beard in her palms as his mouth moved gently against her own. His shoulders dipped with a sigh, one that told her he was just as happy to be home as she was to have him.

“You seem so tired,” She cooed as she separated their lips. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand trailed down the front of his sweater, coming to rest on his belt. Fezco pressed her hand down, against his crotch, bringing their lips back together. As she moved her other hand to start undoing his belt, he squeezed her hands to stop them.

Placing a hand on either side of her thighs, he dropped to kneel in front of her, before wrapping his hands around her knees and parting them. Fez lifted each of her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

Rough hands pushed the bottom of his hoodie, that was currently covering her, up her body and exposing her scantily clad lower half. Shallow breaths came from her as he dragged her panties down her legs, shifting her hips closer to the edge of the couch.

“This the only place I wanna’ be right now, angel.”

Her breath came across as choppy as she relaxed back into the couch, feeling big hands grip the the skin of her thighs. Fez’ head moved between her legs, pressing a kiss straight to her slit.

Hands coming to hold his head, thumbs massaging against the skin as her hips rolled forward toward his mouth. Darting his tongue out, he drew it up and along her until it came into contact with her clit.

Drawing his tongue around the nub, he felt her legs tense up against his shoulders. Fezco’s hands gently rubbed at her legs, feeling her relax once again into him.

The soft little whimpers that only she could make fueled him like nothing else, dragging his tongue quicker in an attempt to draw any sounds out of her. Her hips bucked up with the sensation of his tongue, pulling his face in closer.

“God, Fezco, you always make me feel so good.”

Humming in response, the sensation moved through her from between her thighs and deep into her. The feeling of the tip of his tongue against her clit made her toes curl up, feet running along the length of his back.

Fez wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking the sensitive nerves and making her call out his name. Her chest rose, arching her back off the couch as her thighs tensed around his head.

He never let up, just continued the assault on her clit as she writhed beneath his grasp. Fez couldn’t get enough of this feeling, having her wrapped around him and completely falling apart in his hands.

She couldn’t believe how lucky she got, having a man that walked straight through the doors and got on his knees for her. There was never a moment where Fez didn’t have her feeling like she was in the clouds.

Her whole body burnt hot as his tongue dipped into her, before dragging back up. Eyes falling shut and fingernails running down the back of her head, every time he moaned at the feeling it hit her straight where she needed it.

“You’re ‘gonna make me come, please don’t stop.”

Fezco’s eyes flickered up to her, watching the way her whole body moved for him and her head kept falling back in pleasure. To have her reacting so strongly to him, he hoped she couldn’t see the way his cheeks were starting to burn.

“Go ‘head baby, come for me.”

The high-pitch of her whine pierced the air as her hips stuttered against his mouth. She felt her body relax, the feeling of pleasure consuming her entirely as Fez let her ride his face out of her high.

As she came back down to Earth, he came back up to her, hand wiping down his beard and watching the glow of her face. Lazy smile across her face as she reached out for him, going back to his belt.

“You going to let me take care of you now?”

One day they’d roll out of this town together, find their peace and spend their time looking forward without a care. Until then they found peace in each other, holding one another close.

More than anything, they’d found hope in each other? That this wouldn’t be forever, that you could find forgiveness in whatever you’d done.

Whenever there was a doubt, she just echoed those words back to him with a smile, the ones that she’d never forgotten.

“I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

#fezco smut #fezco x reader #fezco x female reader #fez smut #fez x reader #fez x female reader #euphoria smut #euphoria imagine #fezco imagine #fez imagine

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chil2de · 3 years ago

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bestie, you gotta give us some kinky gojo sooner or later😤

i actually haven’t written gojo for months but— bestie i hope this was kinky enough for you😳😳 i can always take it up a notch [wink wink]

readmy disclaimerrr <3 thanks enjoy

also: i vibe with second year gojo more than i do present gojo but, that would make him 16-17 so lets bump him to a third year, thanks!

w.c: 1.5k / characters: 8.5k (incl spaces)

icy cold and curious fingertips easily curl around your waist, padded digits carefully kneading the delicate skin underneath your uniform. your head snaps to face gojo, who only passively stares past you and outside the window at the cityscape whizzing by.

“satoru—“ you grit through your teeth, swatting his prying fingers away from you. he hisses a meek sigh of hurt, cooing at you through his plush lips.

he leans down to whisper in your ear. pretension drips in his tone and you can feel the heavy weight of his grin flash against you.

“come on now, baby girl. don’t tell me you were all talk earlier.” he hums, tone low and rich. it sends acid bubbling in your stomach, throat clogging and ears ringing.

“we’re on a train, you fool. can’t you wait until we get home?” you snap at him, turning to face the doors of the train. you wiggle out of his inviting and enticing touch, opting to wrap your hand around a nearby handle for some support.

his large and calloused hand wraps around yours. he’s adamant about this.

gojo’s toned chest collides against your spine. you can feel the brush of his dick print heavy on his jet black uniform. he rests his jaw on your shoulder, tinted shades sliding down to the bridge of his nose. you meet his azure stare in the reflection of the door and he gives you a small smirk, free hand traversing underneath your arm to give your breast a small squeeze.

“so what if there’s people on this train? no one’s in this cart right now.”

it would be a miscalculation to say that it took you less than a second to melt into gojo’s coaxing words. you may always try to believe that you’re the more mature partner in your relationship, but you’re equally as terrible as he is.

“you’re awful.” you snort at him, reaching out behind you to run your fingertips through his soft titanium white locks. his hair has the fresh scent of coconuts laced through it.

“but you still love me.” he hums, trailing the tip of his tongue against your neck. you can’t help but jitter a little at the temperature difference and the cold air that clashes against the wet patches afterwards.

his teeth nibble against the skin there, lightly pulling and tugging. as much as he wants to leave bite marks, he’s not about to deal with infections. he decides to settle for second best and instead works to suck and pull onto your neck. you can feel the slight crackle and static where the small nerves underneath your skin burst.

“don’t look away.” he murmurs, commanding you to keep watching him in the reflection.

gojo’s saliva dribbles down your neck, sliding trails down into your shirt that lies underneath your jacket. your thighs squeeze and rub together as you emit small whimpers. it’s music to gojo’s ears, the way you’re writhing underneath him and pressing up against his cock. it almost makes him want to allow you the thing that you crave so dearly.

“satoru-“ you exhale breathlessly, resolve faltering already.

“swear you were against the idea of us fucking on a train minutes ago?” he drawls, finishing up his masterpiece on your neck.

“s-shut up” you grunt, breaking off the eye contact. you can't stand to see how his eyebrow perks up in mockery, the way he peeks at you through his thick lashes.

gojo grabs fistfuls of your hair, yanking you back with such force that it leaves your eyes glassy.

“you want me to stop?”

you swallow thickly, shaking your head.

“that’s my good girl. open your legs for me, yeah?”

when gojo spins you around before crouching down himself, you’re left with shock and awe painting your features. your lips hang in a wide ‘o’ as you gawk down at him.

“no.” you guffaw.

right here, right now?

he’s still going to tease you, even on a train?

his hands pry your legs open, pretty pale face staring up at you. but holy shit, if he doesn’t look so good like that. for once, you understand why he gets off so much whenever you stare up at him during blowjobs.

he bundles your skirt up, hitching the fabric up before letting out a low wolf whistle. he scoffs, lips tugging into a grin and he glances at you with amusement.

“you’re so fuckin’ cheeky. how long were you prancing around like that?”

he eyes the glistening juices that slick against your cunt, how the viscous liquid paints the inner portion of your thigh. it shimmers in the fluorescent light, clashing against the soft pink tones of your pussy.

“all day, actually.”

at this newfound information, gojo lifts an eyebrow up in concern. his long middle finger prods against the entrance of your cunnie. he presses into it, applying pressure, but never really enough to fully finger you.

“so needy. waiting for my cock all day?”

gojo suddenly dips not one, but two of his fingers deep inside you. you swallow him up instantly, sucking him in and taking his digits down to the knuckle. he’s fucked your pretty little pussy too many times to count, curled his soft fingers and massaged your walls for months. he has no difficulty in claiming your sweet spot, kneading into the spongy crevice there.

he cranes his neck up a little, running his tongue down flat against the length of your cunt. he twirls the muscle around your clit, lapping at the sensitive bud whilst his fingers procure obscure squelching sounds.

you whine a pathetic plea, yanking some of his strands and thus pulling his face forward for more friction. he slips his fingers out, opting to slurp against the entrance of your pussy.

“tastes good, baby.” he hums, seas of deep blue staring up at you. it makes you hiss and jolt, eyebrows furrowing and face contorting.

“satoru- please—“

“hmmm? what is it, princess?”

you can barely afford to mince a sentence together. the way he’s crouched underneath you and feasting on your pussy like it’s the last supper he’ll have leaves you breathless and dizzy.

“your dick-“

“mine? what about it?”

you groan out a fit of frustration, knuckles turn white in his hair. there’s a pout that adorns him as he flinches.

“i want it, you fucking idiot”

“oh? you want my dick? that’s cute, babe. you should’ve just asked.”

“i can’t say no to my little angel.” he gives your pussy one last kiss before straightening himself, clicking the tension out of his neck.

“now then…”

he motions his index in a slight flick, other hand working to unzip himself.

“leg up.”

you reach out behind you, laying your palm flat against the train door to catch your balance. you shakily lift your leg up, allowing gojo to press his hand and hold you by the back of your knee. he groans when his veiny dick springs from its confines, curved shaft slicking against his jacket. the fabric makes him cringe a little, but he doesn’t waste time in aligning himself with your creamy cunt.

gojo guides his throbbing pink tip in, glancing down to watch how your pussy wraps and folds around his cock. it’s always been one of his favourite sights.

your head tilts and jaw falls slack at the initial push of his head. your thighs tremble and chest heaves as his dick fills you up and snaps into place like a jigsaw piece. there’s that vein on the underside of his shaft that always drives you crazy.

“so tight. you’re so wet for me. fuck.”

“you little shit, you’re totally into this as much as i am, aren’t you?” gojo grabs ahold of your chin, tilting your face to look at him. his lips briefly clash with yours. he pulls you in, tugging at your bottom lip and circling his tongue against the tip of yours. there’s a thin line of saliva that separates your mouth from his. he tastes faintly bitter yet sweet. it takes a couple of moments for it to click that it’s the taste of your own cunt.

“i know it feels good, but, try not to scream?”

“yeah ri- aah!-ght-“ you squeak, body jolting when gojo pulls himself out before slamming himself right into your g-spot. there’s the loud slap of his balls hitting against your skin, and it’s only a taste of what’s to come.

“you say somethin’?”

“n-no-“

“really? i thought i heard you talk. you tryna say that i’m wrong, then?”

“n-no-“

you’re not sure how he can keep up with the conversation. all you can hear is the garbled static in your mind, the froth that wants to seep out of the corners of your lips. you babble and whine incessantly. every rough slam of his hips sends you even more over the edge, ecstasy and harsh tingles crashing against your body as gojo rearranges your guts. you’ve lost all feeling in the leg that he’s holding up. just watching him fuck you like this is almost enough to make you cum.

you eye the deep blue veins that ride against his pale skin. his long and slender fingertips reach out as he curls one hand around your neck, thumb brushing affectionately underneath your chin. it’s nothing but a warning sign.

“listen to me when i’m talking to you.”

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dood-itsradical · 3 years ago

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DMC boys as Disney princes

A/N: Nobody doing this? Then let me do the honour. Friendly remind you that is this my opinions. If you think that they're better off as someone else please just keep it to yourself. And I know I said princes but I'm including other men too even though they aren't princes, y'all know the stuff. Keep in mind I wrote this for fun.

I know Aurora, he's a simp.

Dante

Prince Naveen from Princess and the Frog

I have my reasons okay. I've watch it over and over and I can't help but think of him.

The similarites.

Ladies loves him.

He plays instruments.

He broke.

He ain't even like living in royalty.

I mean look at that confident and that charming smile.

He just wanna make a living and find his true soulmate.

He may be cocky sometimes but he's a total sweetheart.

'Cause once he fall, he falls hard.

Dance.

Both are literally the dance queens. Dante can and will usher his s/o to dance with him. If they can't dance ohoho please let him do the honour. He'll take their hands and pull each other close while the cajun fireflies flying around them.

Bonus if he ends with an independent s/o.

Vergil

Li Shang from Mulan.

Listen, listen. It's sorta accurate.

Most people would have thought the Beast a.k.a Prince Adam but I wanna use other underrated men.

Dudes tough.

Works comes first. Let's get down to business to defeat Mundus

He's awkward okay.

Get this. Remember when Mulan saved the Emperor Shang literally have no words then just goes "you uhh, you fight good." That's him, change my mind.

He don't or won't know how to react to something like that.

Probably bad at flirting but he still caught his s/o's heart anyways.

Can't tell the difference between gals and boys? That's a bi icon. Shang's a bi icon and so is Vergil.

OverProtective and easily misunderstood? Sounds like him.

Nero

This was a bit challenging but I manage to choose between Aladdin and Eugene Rider.

Aladdin wins.

Steals from the rich and gives to the poor? Which is a Robin Hood vibe and I stan that.

Look, look. He tryna after this person but he ain't a prince. So he made a wish just to be with them and decided to tell them the truth when the time comes.

Nero's an honest man.

He just wants a friend. You never hatta friend like me

He's also an explorer?

He can show you the world. No seriously.

In the end he just doesn't care anymore if doesn't get the person he admires. He wanted nothing more than to set Genie free.

Now how could anyone say no to that kind-hearted man?

But imagine he's not a natural on riding the magic carpet and ended up nearly falls.

"I can show you the woOOOAAAH-"

Very sorry but I literally cannot think of any prince as similar as V.

Why?

BECAUSE V'S A PRINCESS

A PRINCESS I'M TELLING YOU-

Do I even need to put the princess meme? The "do you have magic hair? Magic hand? Do animals talk to you? Etc."

There. I rest my case. *mic drop*

Please do consider to reblog in case you like what you read. It means alot to writers. Ty :)

- Radeen

#dmc imagines #devil may cry imagines #dmc headcanons #devil may cry headcanons #dmc x reader #devil may cry x reader #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc nero #dmc v #dmc #devil may cry #headcanons #dmc5 #devil may cry 5

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blamblambitch · 3 years ago

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• shiro, adam and keith head to the skating rink one saturday evening to do something different besides their usual routine

• keith's already out in the rink not long after they arrive

• it takes a while for shiro to stand in skates

• he's clinging to adam as if he were hanging on for dear life

• adam could hardly move because of this

• once they had a steady rhythm going and adam starts to speed up just barley, giving shiro a warning in advance

• shiro panics, nearly sending them both on the ground

• keith, being a major show off, or how shiro would describe it, skates past them backwards, still staying near them, just skating in front

• keith: you having a hard time, shiro?

• shiro: knock it off-

• shiro keeps his eyes on keith, not paying attention to his feet which are seconds away from making him trip

• he does indeed fall, bringing adam down with him

• adam's glasses nearly fall off of his face

• keith bursts out laughing, clutching to his sides, just making it worse for the two of them

• lance on the other hand

• was letting pidge now that they should be recording while he skates cuz: "this shit is gonna be viral, baby!"

• all he's doing is tryna show off his skating skills, doing tricks and whatnot to go with the music as if he were ice skating

• pidge just rolls their eyes but does so, so lance will shut up

• he does a dumb little wink and finger gun at the camera before skating off

• then there's a loud bang from shiro and adam falling

• pidge ends up getting it recorded since lance passes by as it's happening

• he loops back around to make sure they're okay and ends up being there at the worst time

• another loud bang has been heard, keith and lance being the ones to fall this time

• they don't have a clue on who each other are but oh man was it embarrassing for the both if them

• hitting into a complete stranger who you surprisingly found attractive in front of everyone was utterly humiliating

• the cheesy music playing in the rink and eyes looking in their direction as they got to their feet didn't help

• or shiro making a "ha, karma hit you in the ass for laughing at me" look at keith

• but worst of all would've been later finding out that the whole moment has been recorded to get shoved in their faces for the rest if their lives

• after they stand, faces flushed, wiping their sweaty palms on their pants, eye flickering from each other to the ground

• lance clears his throat to actually get them somewhere past this

• lance: sorry, for uh- crashing into you

• keith: no, it's my fault, I'm sorry

• lance: how about this. It's both our faults and to apologize we'll buy each other a drink

• keith: alright, sounds fair

• so they go off to purchase drinks for each other, talking for a bit

• lance smoothly adds that the apology won't be accepted until phone numbers are exchanged

• everyone's happy in the end

• epically pidge who's gotten their hands on some useful blackmail

#tumblr is being very slow rn jesus christ #tried responding to a couple of comments but it wouldn't let me tag #sooooo yeah :/#anywho #I've been trying to get these done since forever ago #and get constantly reminded of the hc's whenever I skate #which has been almost everyday #not sure if i'll let me post this tho #klance #adashi #keith #lance #pidge #adam #shiro #hunk isn't there cuz he's on a date with shay btw #voltron #vld #moon's hc's

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mooshys · 4 years ago

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anon: But consider the Shiratorizawa team playing Monopoly and the absolute chaos that would ensue bc Tendou would have like 4 hotels in a row

a/n: took a while, but as promised, here’s the next extra for shiratorizawa antics! posted on here for easy reading pleasure.

It was supposed to be a friendly game.

“I said pay up, Eita!” Tendou stated, holding out his open palm to Semi. There was a teasing glint in his eyes as he wiggled his fingers.

The Monopoly board on the table shifted a bit as Semi stood up in his seat to object. The pieces shook and a couple of bills flew off.

“You’re totally making up that rule! I’m not paying you two thousand dollars!” Now, Semi was pointing his finger at Tendou from across the table. Sitting right beside Semi, you took the initiative to try and deescalate the situation.

“Guys, remember it’s just a game... Since Shirabu’s the banker, let’s have him say the final word about the rules,” you suggested in hopes that things would settle down.

Semi shook his head. “There’s no way this rule even exists! This is just Tendou trying to scam me!”

“Well, it’s not my fault you landed on my property. Don’t be a sore loser!”

“I’m not! It clearly says on the card that I only have to pay you a thousand!”

The two continued on with their little dispute about the board game, Tendou shrugging his shoulders every now and then while Semi waved his arms animatedly to get his point across. This entire ordeal was taking the fun out of the game. In the beginning, no one really seemed to care too much about Tendou’s suggestion to play, but after a few rounds, the guys started to get more heated. Only you, Ushijima, Tendou, Semi, and Shirabu were left playing as the other guys went back to their dorms. Now, in this current play-through, Tendou had a plethora of properties, nearly dominating an entire side of the board.

“Read the fine print!” Tendou waved the card in the air and Semi snatched it out of his hand. He squinted his eyes and recoiled in shock once he realized Tendou was right.

Grumbling, Semi slid a pile of Monopoly money towards Tendou. With one final victory laugh, Tendou organized the funds into his piles of cash.

“I think Eita should go to jail for the false accusation!”

“Well, the last game you tricked Tsutomu into giving you five hundred… I’m just being cautious with my money,” Semi replied with a huff, slouching into his seat. His eyes were zeroed in on his small hat piece.

“Kenjirou, c’mon, don’tcha think he should go to jail this round? For tryna defame me?”

Shirabu’s eyes flickered between Semi and Tendou; for a second, he considered his options.

“Yes.”

Semi looked like he was about to lose it. “What?”

“Go to jail, Eita!” Circling his finger around the red space, Tendou hummed happily while wiggling his torso to an unknown beat.

“You’re kidding. This isn’t a real rule!”

“Shirabu is the banker, so he gets the final word,” Ushijima said, picking up the pair of dice for his roll. A look of disbelief was sent his way, but he didn’t seem to notice. In a final attempt, Semi turned to you and grabbed onto your forearm.

“C’mon, just listen to me!” He was literally begging at this point. “You know this isn’t part of the rules!”

“Uh…” For a second you were unsure of what to even say. You didn’t want to cause any type of discord between the group even though you knew Semi was right. Tendou was being too adamant on his side to let this go, meanwhile Semi was in the wrong the first time around. “...Maybe we should play a different game?”

Tendou let out a disgruntled sigh.

“Just because you guys are being sore losers doesn’t mean we should stop!”

“Excuse me?” You narrowed your eyes at Tendou. Yeah, you definitely weren’t winning at the moment, but you sure as hell weren’t sucking as bad as Semi was. “I’m not being a sore loser. At least I don’t have to use cheap tricks to win, Tendou!”

“Cheap tricks? Semi-Semi going to jail isn’t a cheap trick! It was merely a suggestion.”

“Shirabu, you know Semi doesn’t have to go to jail now.” You turned towards him, a fire burning behind your pupils as you stared him down. He avoided eye contact with you and kept his gaze on the little properties scattered about on the board.

“Yeah, it’s not in the rules…”

“Kenjirou!” Tendou was appalled by the betrayal. With a smug look on your face, you tilted your head up slightly as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. Semi did the same next to you.

“Banker’s word is law,” you replied, words containing a staccato like bounce as you spaced out the stacks of money in front of you. Before, you were pretty indifferent about winning, but now? The only thing that mattered to you was completely wiping the floor with Tendou.

Raising an eyebrow, Tendou fixed his posture and then leaned in towards you.

“You’re going down.”

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

In the end, Ushijima destroyed everyone, leaving you all bankrupt as his properties filled the spaces. Nobody wanted to play another round of Monopoly and instead went their separate ways back to the dorms.

#haikyuu #hq #shiratorizawa #ushijima #tendou #semi #shirabu #reader insert #shiratorizawa antics #I'm gonna repost these extras this week so sorry TT #q

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bluecloudious · 3 years ago

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Kinda angst I guess (but it has Zanaz so take that with a grain of salt)

Trying out writing a story this time.

I mean, yeah, I wrote for the comics, but not long dialog.

So yea, as per both the funni boys mature content warning. (There's no canoodling, there is talk of it tho.)

Also there's quite a bit of text (8 pages worth on Word)

So ye:

“Get up, I have some juicy gossip for you.”

...What?

I open my eyes and the world around me is blinding. It’s so bright that it takes a second to adjust to it. There’s nothing around me other than vast white and empty space.

This definitely isn’t Nevada anymore. (Unless Hank managed to ruin everything even further somehow.)

“Get up now, I know you heard me.”

I get up and look around. Who the hell is talking? There’s literally nothing but white for miles.

“I’m in your head, pretty boy.”

Uh, that…

“I’m holding my eyes closed, don’t worry. I regret ever having them open in here, in fact.”

Welp, that answers that. Now for the other question.

“Who I am is not important. What info I have, may be of interest, though.”

Alright?

“There’s a deal attached to this knowledge, Zanaz. Hear me out before you start fidgeting.”

I’ll sure try.

“You know Kits, right?”

No duh, he’s my best friend.

“Excellent. He’s going to die soon.”

…

What?! Wha, when, how, uh--

“Calm down, jitterbug. There’s nothing you can do to stop his fate, so don’t try. If he doesn’t die one way, another thing will go wrong. Understand?”

I-- NO! What the fuck?! Are you gonna kill him?!

“No, not me. I’m just sharing the news.”

Yeah, right, sure. Fucking… When then?

“Soon.”

How soon? In a month, week or a few days?

“Hm… A month then, give or take.”

...Fuck… How?

“Depends on what leads up to it.”

So, there are a lot of different ways it can happen, right?

“Indeed there are.”

...Do I die with him?

“No.”

NO?! In none of the different variations, I don’t die by his side?

“Oh, you can be by his side, of course. But death isn’t after you.”

What if I try to block a bullet, but it goes through both of us.

“Oddly specific. You’ll still survive.”

What if I block it with my head?!

“Brain damage, possible vegetable state. Will still survive though.”

What if Hank slices us with one of his multiple katanas?!

“People have lived through being sliced in half before.”

WHAT.

“This world has zombie clowns with god like powers and the AAHW is lead by a man consisting of black fire.”

...Ugh, fair enough. So… Wait those are all possible deaths for him?

“If you do everything in your power for it to happen, then yes.”

I… I can kill him before his time?

“Of course! You have free will, don’t you? It’s more of a question if you want to.”

Of course I fucking don’t! I care about him!

“I saw. You daydream about him an uncomfortable amount.”

He’s the main person I’m around, give me a break!

“Have you ever considered not being horny?”

Until I’m castrated, there’ll be nothing of the sorts.

“You’re not even fertile! None of the clones are!”

You think I’m tryna get anyone pregnant at this sausage fest? Besides, that has not stopped me before.

“I refuse to believe that any of those scenes I saw play out in your head happened for real.”

You’d be surprised then.

“WHICH?!?”

Those are for me to treasure.

“...You’re pulling my leg.”

Believe what you want.

“Augh, never mind, TMI. Back onto the topic at hand.”

Oh, yeah, right. Kit… Dying…

Could you for real not give me a date?

“If it depends on the circumstances beforehand, then there’s no possible way to tell which one belongs to this timeline.”

And that means…?

“I don’t know how this Kits dies.”

Can I at least warn him?

“Well, there’s where the other side of the deal comes in. If you tell him, then the effect kicks in immediately.”

What effect? Death?

“Precisely.”

...Ah. Wait, so if I don’t tell him, he dies in a month but if I do, he dies immediately? Of what?

“Stroke, heart attack or brain aneurysm. Chosen at random. Oh, also sneak assassination. That’s also a valid option.”

...This feels set up.

“Mh?”

This feels like either you or whoever sent you here set this up so I’d suffer. You enjoy the pain of others, don’t you?

“I’m only the messen--”

Yeah, yeah, Messenger Bullshit. Then whoever decided this is probably a reality tv producer, who is jacking off to someone pushing in the soft part of a baby’s skull as we speak. You encourage such behaviour by working with them, ya know.

“...Do you think you sound smart?”

I know for a fact I’m not, so no. I’m pretty sure I’m on the money with this one though.

“If I wasn’t here then Kits’ death would come as a surprise to you though!”

I’d prefer that, actually! Now I have to deal with knowing that he… He… Won’t be here anymore soon.

“Well, knowing how overwhelmingly perverted you are, wouldn’t you wanna grab this opportunity?”

...What?

“Shoot your shot, ask him out. Not like you could do it with a corpse… …Right…?”

I may be horny, but I’m not messed up.

“Had to make sure.”

Ugh, you’re just making fun of me, aren’t you?

“Which instance are you referring to?”

Kit would never date me.

“And why exactly do you think that?”

He has standards?

“You’re a decently handsome fellow. You also get along with him just fine.”

That… That’s not a determinant of shit like that. There’s way better out there for him.

“He won’t meet em then. Only a month to live, remember?”

I… It’s not worth it.

“What isn’t?”

I know he’ll say no, there’s no point in trying.

“How do you know for sure until you actually ask?”

Cause it’s obvious! He’s actually got a brain in his noggin and he knows me way too well! He’d be fucking disgusted, man! We’re just friends and that’s that.

“Do you not want to then?”

...Why do you assume I do? How do you know that those aren’t just blissful fantasies like the rest of them?

“He’s the only one that you dream of in a non-perverted way. I see no other person in this graphic landscape that you want to hold hands with. (Also, I am closing my eyes again now, Jebus Christoff.)”

...Ffffuck.

“Well, did hit the nail on the head?”

Y-You’re stupid and gay!

“I’m rubber, you’re glue.”

That doesn’t affect me, I’m already openly gay and stupid!

“I guess we’re both such then.”

Dammit.

“So, you gonna give him a month to remember or not?”

…Eh?

“Come on, how much romance could a member of the A.A.H.W. really experience throughout their lifetime? If you’d make this month worth his and your own time, perhaps it would be less painful to see him go? At least he died happy?”

THAT WOULD BE EXTRA PAINFUL FOR ME, THOUGH!

“Oop, Zanaz selfish, you heard it here first, folks.”

That’s not what I meant. I’d already be upset over losing my best friend, imagine how fucking devastating losing a sweetheart would be.

“…I dunno, still sounds selfish to me. Does his happiness not mean anything to you?”

Who says he’d be happy with me?

“I know you want to make him happy, at least. You dream about his smile.”

STOP FUCKING LOOKING THOUGH MY THOUGHTS!!

“I’m not looking anymore, I just memorized the ones I already saw. (I wish I couldn’t.)”

I- You- Fucking-- UggHHH! It’s not worth it!

“What exactly do you imagine will happen if you tell him how you feel, huh? World combusts?”

I already told you, he already knows way too much about me! He’d be fucking grossed out and we’ll… We’ll stop being friends.

He’d quicken his pace whenever we’d have to pass each other in one of the halls. He’d desperately keep his glance away from me. He’d… I’d stop being the main person he talks and comes to company for a-and I can’t fucking have that, man!

I-I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He means too much to me.

“…I had no idea you were this insecure.”

FUCK OFF! It’s a bitter reality that I’ve come to accept!

“You haven’t even given it a shot!”

You don’t need to get crushed by a piano to know you’d die on impact!

“Those two things don’t correlate even remotely!”

It’s a metaphor!

“I know that, I’m saying that Kits has a thing for you too!”

…He what?

“He has major league crush on you! The things you say when play-flirting excite him! He’s gotten off to the thought of you touching him up! The works! (Why did I word it like that?)”

Whuh-- How the fuck do you know this??

“While you were monologuing, I visited his subconscious and confirmed it for myself.”

You can do that??

“You don’t even know my name.”

...Fair nuff. So, wait, he’s actually gotten off thinking about me?

“I don’t even need to open my eyes to already know you’re imagining it. Short answer, yes. He’s into you, Zanaz.”

Augh, I dunno what to do with this info. It’s kinda... Overwhelming in a way.

Actually, wait, how do I know you haven’t been lying to me this whole time?

“I’m an incorporeal voice in your head that’s having a back and forth with you in a white void.”

Yeah, and?

“…I’m supernatural?”

Yeah, and?

“Come on! I just know, okay?!”

Sounds fake, not gonna lie.

“The part where I knew that Kits was gonna die was convincing, but the moment I mention that he might have a thing for you, you question the validity of my claims thus far??”

One sounds way more far-fetched than the other, you gotta admit.

“NO IT DOESN’T?!?!”

For you maybe! I’ve known him since I’ve been out the cloning tube! We became agents together! I think I’d know what kinda stuff is off the table for him, buddy.

“Well, not only are you wrong, you’re in denial.”

I am not!

“Then try it! Just attempt asking him out! In the very least, you’ll remain friends after. I promise you. Cross my heart and all that jazz.”

…

…You’re absolutely positive? You are also the person that told me he’d die in a month’s time.

“A hundred percent positive. I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You have a life?

“Unfortunately. So, you’ll do it?”

Why’re you so adamant about me fucking Kits?

“Affgdgfdgfg, it’s not about you fucking him, it’s you making his last living month worthwhile!”

Okay, so, why do you want me to do that?

“…Do you not??”

I mean, I guess that sounds worth my time. But you didn’t answer my question.

“Sorry for assuming that you want the person you’re madly in love with to be happy, I guess??”

Apology accepted. Now, how do I get outta here?

“Ugh, just wake up.”

Whu--

And I’m sitting up in my own mat, back at the facility. The clock shows that it’s early morning.

What the fuck do I make of what I just saw? Or heard, for that matter? It clearly wasn’t a normal dream, I never remember those. Plus the topic tends to blur together usually.

I gotta tell-- Wait, I can’t do that, fuck.

…

It’s way to early for shit like this, man!!

Augh…

#It's got pictures <:)#OC #Madness combat #I took my time with this one and like how it came out #Augh I had to even edit the text and shit on Tumblr...#I be like *gives Zanaz even more personality*#KitZan

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okay i'm finally here with an a song for Adrian !!! Ik theres a lot of memes surrounding Weezer but i mean Adrian is also a walking meme so i feel like it's fitting yk? Anyway, Thank God for Girls sCREAAAMMMSS adrian for me.

"The girl in the pastry shop with the net in her hair. Is making a cannoli for you to take on your hiking trip. In the woods with your bros that you've known since second grade. And you may encounter dragons or ruffians and be called upon. To employ your testosterone. In a battle for supremacy and access to females glued to the TV. And even if you are victorious you may receive many cuts, bruises, and scrapes. And you will require band aids and antiseptic ointments. And tender loving kisses on your stab wounds and when you come home. She will be there waiting for you with a fire in her eyes And a big fat cannoli to shove in your mouth And that's why you Thank God for girls."

I imagine this being another one of those moment where Adrian is like rambling. I feel like Adrian is a hardcore feminist. It's like one of those moments where he's explaining to Chris why women are so much better than men. I think he puts some of his own experiences with women in while rambling, like when it says, "even if you are victorious you may receive many cuts, bruises, and scrapes And you will require band aids and antiseptic ointments And tender loving kisses on your stab wounds and when you come home She will be there waiting for you with a fire in her eyes." I think it's something Adrian would really appreciate from his partner. Having someone who will put him back together after every fight.

"She's so big. She's so strong. She's so energetic in her sweaty overalls. Thank God for girls."

I feel like Adrian has a thing for people who can hold their own. So just imagine him with a girl (or anyone tbh) who can hold their own against a fight with him. He'd pop a thimble just thinking about it.

"I'm so glad I got a girl to think of even though she isn't mine. I think about her all the day and all the night it's enough to know that she's alive. She says I give her sweaty palms she almost had a heart attack. The truth is that I'm just as scared I don't know how to act. I wish that I could get to know her better. But meeting up in real life would cause the illusion to shatter. I carved her name into all the trees. Sang a song down on one knee. Looking at the underwear page of the Sears catalog like when I was 14. I'm levitating like a magnet turned the wrong way around. I'm like an Indian Fakir tryna' meditate on a bed of nails with my pants pulled down."

Adrian's admitted that he doesn't feel emotions really, so i think unless they're very simple emotions (happy, sad, angry, excited) he probably doesn't know what he's feeling. Crushing on someone is confusing and annoying for the average person but for someone like Adrian, it's probably a lot harder to identify and deal with. But once he realizes whats going on, he probably goes into daydreaming mode about the person. Looking at dirty magazines (i have a feeling that Adrian thinks magazines are better than porn) and imaging his crushes face on the person. Having little fantasies about what he thinks dating her would be like. I don't think he'd be insecure in the traditional sense, like feeling he's not enough, but insecure in the sense that he's not "normal". Adrian would probably go out if his way to show that he's crushing on her, but again not in a traditional sense like flowers. He'd probably give her a something dnd related and hoped she knew how much it meant to him. Or yk kill someone for her. Same difference right?

"God took a rib from Adam, ground it up in a centrifuge machine. Mixed it with cardamom and cloves, microwaved it on the popcorn setting. While Adam was like "that really hurts." Going off into the tundra, so pissed at God And he started lighting minor forest fires, stealing osprey eggs. Messing with the bees who were trying to pollinate the echinacea. Until God said, "Ima smite you with loneliness. And break your heart in two." And Adam wept and wailed, tearing out his hair, falling on his knees Looked to the sky and said, "Thank God."

Okay so really quickly, i picture this entire verse as another one of Adrian's ramblings of the story of Adam and Eve in his perspective. It makes me cackle imagining him explaining this to Chris or Leota like it makes total sense. But aside from that, the theme i see in the song is the divinity in women femininity. Once Adrian moves on from crush to being in love with this person, he probably looks at them like they were his god. Adrian is not against begging and worshipping someone he loves. I think he would totally worship his girl like she was his god. Anything to please her.

Even if you don't like Weezer (or this song), i hope you're picking up what i'm putting down 💀🤚🏻 Also i hope those pizza rolls were good cause now i'm craving some. Hopefully this brightens your day a little!!! 💕💕

YESSSSSSSS oh my god this is such a great analysis for Adrian I think. My man is an ally. We love that.

Also my pizza rolls were bomb Lmao

#Adrian Chase #vigilante

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