#why did i not start doing this shit earlier

[hereghostslive]

for the love of cinema part 3

part 1, part 2

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Tommy can’t seem to stop tapping his finger against the counter as he waits for the phone to connect. His impatience grows with every second though he supposes that’s unfair. He already knows what kind of greeting awaits him when—

“Hello?”

Hmm. Perhaps he’s safe then.

“Hi. Sorry to bother you, I know you’re probably really busy—“

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

Tommy rolls his eyes. Not off the hook then.

“C’mon, you know who it is.”

“I know what my caller id said, but I thought, that couldn’t be right. Tommy’s phone got destroyed in a fire or thrown over a bridge or stomped on by angry cats—“

“Jesus, this is a little dramatic—“

“—Because why else would he not answer any of my calls or Hen’s calls or Karen’s calls? Surely he’s not ignoring us after promising he would keep in touch. No, see,” Howie says, and Tommy can tell he’s gearing up for a big finish. “That would be dramatic.”

There’s a moment of silence while they sit in the drama of it all. Howie’s not exactly wrong. He remembers some vague exchanges at Bobby’s celebration of life about keeping in touch. He’s not sure about all the missed calls though — he turned notifications off for everything in the days following his suspension, so if they did call, he missed it. But this isn’t really about him right now.

“Are you done?”

“Not at all, but I’m saving the rest.”

Tommy sighs. “Can’t wait.”

“Me either,” Howie says, and Tommy can hear the smirk in his words.

A baby cries on the other end of the line, followed by soft “shhs” that can only be Maddie.

“I heard,” Tommy says. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Tommy.” The pride in Howie’s voice is so clear, and Tommy offers a smile of his own, even though Howie can’t see it. “Now, c’mon, spill. What’s up? What made you decide to break the no contact rule you threw yourself into?”

Tommy rolls his eyes again. “It wasn’t intentional — ya know what, never mind. Do you still have your She’s the Man DVD?”

“My She’s the Man dvd?”

“Correct.” Tommy starts tapping his fingers against the counter again.

“That’s what made you finally decide to pick up a phone? Trashy early 2000s rom-com Shakespeare remakes?”

“Hey, it’s not trashy, it’s classic.”

“And you know I love it,” Howie says. There’s a crash in the background, followed by full blown cries. “Shit, hang on.”

Howie must have put his phone down on the counter because now everything’s muffled on the other end. A few minutes go by and Tommy’s tapping gets louder.

As he’s waiting, his phone buzzes. Tommy pulls his phone away from his ear and swipes over to his messages.

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(from Evan)

lol did you know there’s a film called sharknado

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Tommy laughs, shaking his head.

—

(to Evan)

we are not watching that

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(from Evan)

they should make one about bees 🐝🌪️. 💰.

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(to Evan)

what does the money bag mean?

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(from Evan)

it would kill at the box office 🔪

—

"Hey, you there?"

Tommy brings his phone back to his ear. "Yeah, I'm still here."

"Sorry about that. We're setting up, uh — um, a room for Buck. Had a little mishap with moving some furniture around."

“Oh, right. He mentioned that,” Tommy says without really thinking.

“He mentioned that?”

“Uh, well, yes.” Shit, shit, shit. Shit. Tommy grimaces and starts biting his thumbnail. He's not sure if Evan wants his family to know they're hanging out again, or at least, they hung out that one time earlier in the week. But Tommy's sure as shit not ready to hear about it from the others, especially after he apparently ghosted all of them.

“Huh,” Howie says. Before Tommy can respond again to deny any of what Howie could be thinking, he continues. “You know what, I’ve just remembered. My She’s the Man DVD is stuck in the DVD player.”

Tommy stops tapping. “Is it.”

“Yeah, unfortunately. It’s still totally operational, so you and Buck can still watch it. You’ll just have to come over here to use it.”

“Howie —“

“Sorry, Tommy, I got to go. Buck moves in tomorrow, so anytime you want to come over for She’s the Man, coordinate with Buck. Bye!”

Howie hangs up before Tommy can protest. He sighs, setting his phone down on the counter and glaring at it, like it’s at fault for Howie’s meddling. He’s not even sure why he called. She’s the Man is probably on streaming somewhere.

His phone buzzes again. He picks it up and swipes his messages open. It’s a photo from Evan. In it is one of the moving boxes, but it’s open, the top of Evan’s coffee maker peaking out the top of it. And just barely visible behind one of the flaps of the box is the word “coffee maker,” written in sharpie.

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(from Evan)

last thing packed. all ready to go! 🚚

—

Tommy smiles. Remembers the soft light shining through the windows of Evan’s kitchen that morning, the sound of the coffee pot low and comforting in the background. He pulled it from that very box.

He hearts the photo, and then sends a response.

—

(to Evan)

need help unpacking?

[shake-back]

Choshoe! pt 2

brat tamer! Choso x reader

Warnings: Uhhh smuttt, mommy k1nk, reader being mean and soft and CHoso doing the same and yeah ^^

A/N: I'm writing pt.2 to this! by request ;)) Let's see how long Choso can hold this mean demeanor for...

As you stand there wondering where the hell he stormed off to because; surely he wasn't going back to the beach after that embarrassing moment, Choso was storming down the hall to the elevator, ears and cheeks flushed.

How could he even begin to speak to you like that? What has gotten into him? And more importantly, why was it turning him on? So many questions in his young mind <3

So he did the only thing that he could think to do at the moment. He stepped off the elevator, made his way to the family bathroom, on the first floor and locked the door.

Sitting down on the chair that was in the room, he pulled down his swim trunks carefully, letting his cock flop out, hitting the happy trail on his stomach. Just from his own touch, precum started to dribble out, the fat red swollen tip looking angry that it had to wait so long. He started to pump fast, not even trying to ease into it, because he was already so close.

The thought of you being so mean, so defiant did things to his mind that he would oh so gladly admit to you if you only asked. He closed his eyes and let out a whimper, his face contouring at the thought of the sound you made not even 5 minutes ago. That was all he needed to get him off, ropes of white spilling from within. He let out a breath.

Maybe i'll just sit in here for a little while...

Meanwhile, you had cooled down by now from the whole situation as best as you could, getting in the shower, and applying sunscreen to the sunburn you had gotten from earlier. The group chat texted.

Geto: hey bdsm warriors, we're going to dinner at the place downstairs in the hotel.

Gojo: Come or don't come. Actually, don't come you two take too much attention away from what's important

Me ✨

You turned off your phone and got up before they started arguing about Gojo's problem of being self absorbed. Going through your suitcase, you decided on a simple black sundress with some sandals, nothing too fancy. You weren't planning on reminding Choso about the dinner, after all, he has his own phone, so you head downstairs without him.

You see everyone gathered around at the front but him. Shoko starts first.

"Where's Choso, aren't you two supposed to be glued to the hip?" You shrug. "I haven't seen him since earlier but i'm sure he'll be fine, probably in a corner crying somewhere." You say, nonchalantly. "We don't have to wait, I can order for him." You say, and everybody agrees."

Meanwhile

Choso fell asleep in the bathroom :( he just couldn't help that the thought of you made him feel so good. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to make sure nothing important happened. First thing that pops are the group chat notifications, most of them being pointless bickering; everybody vs. Gojo. Then he sees that you guys were meeting for dinner almost an hour ago. Chos curses himself. Flaccid cock still hanging out of his swim trunks, he rushes to tuck it back in and go upstairs to freshen up & change, hoping that everyone's still down at dinner.

Not wanting to wait on the elevator, he bounds up the stairs and rushes to get to the room. As he opens the door, he sees you already getting ready for bed. He doesn't say anything as he gently closes the door. You turn to look at him, expression unreadable. He walks up to you.

"So you just not gonna say nothing? After leaving me by myself all this time?" You say, the usual brat attitude returning. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Can we not do this tonight-"

"We didn't have to do anything if you just showed up to dinner like you were supposed to. Actually, this could've all been avoided if you just remember the sunscreen, but no it's always some shit with you Choso." You say as you slam down your phone. You start to walk towards the bed. "I swear I don't get a day off.." You trail on about all the wrong Choso does as he walks up behind you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, and falls on top of you onto the bed. "You talk so fucking much you know that? I wish you would just shut the fuck up sometimes." He whines as he starts to grind up on you. "I want to be a good boy for you so bad but you make it so damn hard." His pace gets faster. "You make it so hard." He unwraps his arms from you and pushes himself up so that he's standing, with you still bent over.

"Only time you silent is when you about to get dick. Such a slut." His hands quickly pull up you dress, and his fingers push your panties to the side so that they can find your slit. "You're already fucking wet and nothing even happened. Nasty." You whimper and push yourself back onto his fingers. He gives you what you want as his thick rough fingers push their way inside you, but he goes at an agonizingly slow rate.

"ffuck Choso please I-I need more papa" You say, trying to make him go faster. He pulls his fingers out and meanly slaps your clit. You whine out. "You don't deserve shit so take what the fuck i'm giving you." He says. He slides his fingers back, pumping them at the same speed he was before, making your mind numb, drooling from you mouth, not even being able to make words just incoherent noises.

Soon you start to feel the knot in your stomach trying to get out, and you arch your back. "Ch-choso i'm almost their fuck i'm so closee" Why you said that, you don't know because he pulled his fingers out, and you moan from the sudden lack of pleasure. "Chosooo"

"Shut the fuck up. Didn't I just tell you that?' He flips you over and pulls down his shorts just enough to free his throbbing cock, picking you up by your hips. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist. He uses one hand to guide his cock inside your weeping hole. You shudder at the feeling of his thick length stretching inside you.

As soon as he bottoms out, he grabs your hips to bounce you up and down at a brutal pace. You cry out.

"Mghh fuck Choso! Slow the fuck down it's touching my spot!" You use what little strength you had to try and run from it, but he just got even worse. "Nah, this yo fucking punishment mamas. All that bitching and complaining you be doing now take this shit don't run from it. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He looks you dead in the eye. The only thing that came out were unholy moans, your mouth in a 'o'-shape. In his eyes, you looked beautiful like this, that look almost enough to send him over the edge.

He walks you back over to the bed, laying you down and putting you in a monstrous mating press. He leans down to give a sloppy wet kiss. "Ffuck fuck fuck mommy fuck I love when you make that face, I love you so much fuckk" He babbles on, his spit getting all over your face as he moves towards your neck. "I'm bout to cum mommy fuck I can't hold it in i-i just can't I can't"

He whimpers, looking at you with pleading puppy eyes begging you for his release. "Yesss nut all inside Cho it's okayyy please just fuck me I'm so close!" That was all he needed, as soon as those words leave your mouth, he cums on command with you, sending his milky white streams inside of you, as you cover his cock in your slick. You smile drowsily up at him, cupping his face.

"Mmh that's my good boy." All his movements stop. "W-what..?" He looks down at you with the cutest fucked out face. "You were such a good boy f'me Cho, i'm so proud of you."

All other plans that he had go out the window as he immediately starts pounding inside of you. "Choso I just came i'm sensitive daddy please!" You put a hand to his stomach to try and stop his onslaught of thrusts. "Y-you can't just s-say stuff like that and expect me not to react." He says with teary eyes. "I need you so much i'm sorry I'm sorry I just can't your just to good-ah!" He cums inside you for a again, guilt plaguing his face. "I-I'm sorry you didn't even- I didn't I-" He stammers and stutters but you just pull him in for a kiss.

"It's okay cause baby I get off by getting you off first"

Yayyy its done I had fun writing this hope y'all like it cs I watched Pocoyo and The Octonauts while writing this chat I was NOT locked in 😭

[lalachat]

"Shadows and Scandal"

Author's note: Hey y'all!!! My heart is so happy seeing all the likes, reposts, and comments on chapter 1 🥺 I was planning on releasing chapters weekly, but with all the love, I figured why not post chapter 2!💞 My life is about to get very busy as it's finals week for my summer course on top of starting up work again! Do not fret! I have been up till 3am almost every night, cranking out chapters while I can, so y'all can have a frequent release schedule!!! This was supposed to come out on Saturday, but I'm too excited for y'all to read this story. Eventually, once this story is done, I'll be doing a REWRITE for "And There You Were." I think I've yapped long enough for this note... ENJOY CHAPTER 2!!! Depending on how this goes, I may release 3 early as well before doing a weekly release after.

Summary: It's your first morning as Azriel’s wife. It begins in unfamiliar silence, but curiosity, some practicing, and a plan to fool the Inner Circle start to unfold. Will you keep the act up, or will the lines start to blur?

Word Count: 2,581

Chapter 2: "We Don't Pull Away"

The bed was cold when you woke. You must have fallen asleep at some point from the exhaustion of yesterday.

The morning light seeped through the windows of your bedroom, as the house remained silent. No footsteps, no wingbeats, or any kind of movement. He was gone for training.

You got out of bed slowly, took your potion, wrapped your shawl around your shoulders, and stepped into the hallway, the wooden floor creaking underneath you. You decided that you would see what the kitchen had in store, but something stopped you. You had almost missed it when walking past it... Azriel's door was cracked open.

You hadn’t intended to snoop. But his room carried that faint scent of smoke and cedarwood, and it tugged at you.

"Just one look," you told yourself, "Not to judge. Just to understand him better."

You pushed the door open gently. The room was clean, like the rest of the house, but it wasn't lifeless. It was Azriel, through and through. Everything had a purpose. A simple bed with dark linens, made tightly and without wrinkles. A dagger sat on a nightstand, balanced atop an old book of Illyrian tactics. The windows were slightly cracked, letting the breeze carry in the scent of river water and pine. And then, you saw it. Sitting half-hidden beneath a leather-bound journal on his dresser was a folded piece of parchment.

You picked it up with hesitant fingers, unfolding it carefully. It was a drawing done in pencil. The archway from your wedding. The flowers. A faint outline of two figures standing beneath it, holding hands. You could tell it wasn’t drawn by him, as you knew your High Lady to be quite the artist from the stories people told about her.

The parchment was creased as if it had been handled often. The wedding had only happened just yesterday... how much had he been looking at this? Your chest warmed at the thought before tightening. The sound of footsteps getting closer.

"Shit, He’s back."

You quickly folded the sketch, slid it exactly where you’d found it, and quietly slipped out of the room.

You barely made it into the kitchen before you heard the sound of boots being knocked clean outside the door. You didn’t look back. Instead, you busied yourself with making a small brunch. You put the kettle on the stove, sliced some fruit, and grabbed some bread from the breadbox.

You moved quickly, hoping that you did enough to make it seem like you've been here awhile.

Behind you, the air shifted. His shadows were lurking about, surveying what was going on. They curled into the room like mist before reporting back to their master. You reached for the pan and gently put a slice of bread on it. You could feel his eyes on you now.

"Gods, did his shadows catch me earlier? Did he know I was snooping?"

You turned, only to find him in the doorway, freshly back from training. His shirt was damp, muscles more pronounced, the morning light catching every sweat drop, making him look like he was glistening. You froze for a second too long as the smell of something burning broke you from your trance.

“Shit—” you muttered, spinning around and flipping it just in time, but not before the edges blackened.

Azriel’s voice was low behind you. “Good morning.”

You exhaled, cheeks flushing. “Morning.”

You felt him step into the kitchen, not close, but closer than before. You risked another glance at him, and Cauldron save you, he looked unfairly good. Smirking just slightly as he sat at the table without another word. You placed a teacup in front of him before going back to grab the kettle.

"Tea?" you asked gently.

"Sure," he replied as you poured him a cup before returning to the toast.

"You sleep okay?" Azriel asked as if he were trying to create some sort of small talk with you.

"Yes, quite well," which was a lie, but he didn't need to know that, "You?"

Azriel hummed. “Didn’t sleep much.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Is that normal?”

Another sip of tea. “Yes.”

You nodded, unsure what to say next.

The last piece of toast was done. You plated it with some fruit, brought it over, and set it in front of him before taking your seat across the table.

He picked up a slice without complaint. You waited for a comment about the darkened edges, but none came. Instead, he took a bite.

“Not bad,” he said mildly, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

You raised a brow. “It's bad, isn't it?”

“It’s better than anything I would’ve made.”

“You’re being polite, you don't have to eat it if you don't like it..."

He looked at you, really looked, and for a moment, the shadows seemed to pause too. “No,” he said, quieter now. “I’m being honest.”

Your heart fluttered as you took a slow sip of your tea. "So, what's with the dagger by the breadbox?"

He only shrugged. "Habit. In case someone breaks in while I'm making tea."

You narrowed your eyes slightly, "Is that normal?"

He smirked behind his cup, "You'd be surprised."

You laughed quietly before clearing your throat, as if it weren't allowed. I mean, you had only met him yesterday.

“So… about tomorrow.”

Azriel's gaze met yours, expression carefully neutral.

“We’re meeting the Inner Circle, right?” you asked.

“Yes.”

You swallowed. “Do they know? About us?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Rhys thought it might be… easier if we told them together.”

You arched a brow. “Easier for who?”

Azriel didn’t answer right away. His gaze dropped to his tea. “They’re close. Protective. And not great with surprises.”

“So we lie?”

“No,” he said firmly. “We just… omit. Until it makes sense to explain.”

You nodded slowly, unsure how that sat with you.

“I don’t like pretending,” you said after a pause.

His eyes met yours again, this time more open. “Neither do I. But they’ll ask questions. And unless we have the same story…”

“…we’ll drown in their questions,” you finished. Azriel gave a soft nod.

You leaned back in your chair. “Alright. So what is our story?”

He tilted his head. “We’re allies, trusted by Rhys. Pressured into a political arrangement, but willing to make it work.”

Your lips quirked. “So… no love story?”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, just barely, but you saw it. “Not yet.”

Not yet... You blinked, heat crawling up your neck at the words. He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, but pretended not to. You reached for another piece of toast, more for something to do than to eat.

“So we just… act like we’re figuring out the terms,” you said, "separate rooms, polite smiles, no real closeness?"

Azriel cut in. “They’ll pick up on that too easily. It’ll look like we’re hiding something.”

Your brow rose. “So what do you want to do, you want to fake affection?”

His voice was calm. “I want it to seem natural.”

You blinked, "natural?"

Azriel leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “If we’re trying not to look like we care, it’ll draw more attention. They’ll poke. Ask questions we’re not ready to answer.”

You swallowed. Now you are seeing why he's the spy master. He thinks everything through so thoroughly. “So we pretend we’re closer than we really are?”

He nodded once, slowly. “Close enough to keep them from looking too hard. Close enough to protect the truth.”

You stared at him, heart beating a little too fast at the sight of him looking at you with an understanding of why you had agreed to this. But you had no understanding as to why he agreed. I mean, surely it's deeper than needing to fend off someone's advances.

"Azriel," you said softly, "tell me why you agreed to this?"

He didn’t look away, but something behind his eyes shifted, like he was trying to keep unwanted emotions at bay. He set his teacup down with careful precision, the clink against the ceramic loud in the quiet room.

“For the same reason I agree to most things,” he said at last. “Rhys asked me to.”

You blinked. “That can't be your answer,” you said.

“It’s the truth.”

“No,” you said, sitting up straighter, “it may be part of the truth, but it’s not your reason. Rhysand offered you this match, but he didn’t force you.”

Azriel was silent for a moment. The shadows around his shoulders curled tighter, as if they were wanting to break free but were being restrained by him. The air grew thick with tension as the conversation changed. After a moment longer, he finally spoke.

“I know what it’s like to be cast aside. To be seen as a burden. An inconvenience. A mistake.”

You said nothing. You didn’t dare interrupt, but you felt the emotion behind his words.

“So when I heard…” His voice faltered just slightly, a roughness creeping in, “When I heard what your father was planning to do... I figured maybe… maybe I could be the one who didn’t turn his back.”

Your throat burned. Tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I don’t care about the rumors that will come of this,” he added, “I just wanted to give you safety and a choice.”

You swallowed hard, trying to quickly blink away the tears. The intensity of his words cut through you like the damn dagger by the breadbox.

"Thank you for telling me that," you said as you awkwardly shifted in your seat, picking at the slightly burnt toast in front of you. He nodded in response. "So, we just need to pretend like we're close?"

"Precisely, just enough that no one will think to pry."

You gave him a puzzled look. "Which means what exactly?"

He took one last sip of his tea before he spoke. "Occasional touches, lingering glances, smiling at each other just enough, you know, the simple things."

You tried to hide your surprise at how nonchalant he is about the situation. "Right... the simple things. And if someone asks when it happened?"

"Just say that it was a fast but necessary decision. A quiet union made with the blessing of the High Lord and Lady, strictly for political reasons."

You stared at him, "You're rather good at this."

He shrugged, "It's not my first lie."

You felt uneasy about that comment, but nodded. “Okay, so we married… quietly. For political reasons. We’re still figuring things out, and it’s going well.”

He met your gaze. “It is going well.”

You gave a soft, sad smile. “That’s the first lie we’ll tell them.”

Azriel nodded as he stood and offered you his hand. “Come on, if we’re going to pretend to be close tomorrow… we should probably start practicing.”

Your breath caught. “Practice? Practice how?”

"Yes, practice..." he said, not meeting your eyes. "We need to get used to being… close.”

It began simple enough. He showed you how to stand near him, not too rigid, but just enough that your shoulders or hands might brush.

“People notice tension,” he said, voice low and calm. “The kind that comes from pulling away. We don’t pull away.”

You stood in front of him, arms at your sides, and tried not to look like your heart was beating out of your chest. How he was speaking so calmly was beyond you. He reached for your hand slowly, giving you just enough time to move. When you didn’t, he took it gently in his. Your fingers curled instinctively, holding his just a little tighter.

“Like that?” you asked, trying to breathe normally.

He nodded. “Yes. This looks… real."

Later, you practiced sitting on the couch. Not quite touching at first, but slowly inching closer. You laughed awkwardly when his wing accidentally knocked a book off the table, and he grumbled something about his wings and "spatial awareness", but saw the faint smile on his lips.

Next, he showed you how to loop your arm through his as if it were second nature. You showed him how to tilt his head toward you like he was listening, like what you had to say actually mattered. You also walked through the kitchen once, slowly, with your hand resting lightly at the base of his spine. That one undid him a little, as you felt it in the way he paused mid-step, but he said nothing.

By the time the light in the cottage dimmed, you found yourselves sitting beside each other on the couch again, this time with his hand resting lightly over yours where it lay on your thigh. It was almost dark. You hadn’t noticed.

Azriel finally broke the silence, his voice low. “We should consider… appearances.”

You turned to him. “What do you mean?”

“If they ask, and believe me Cassian might ask, where you sleep… it might be better if the answer doesn’t raise questions.”

You swallowed. “So we lie?”

Azriel’s eyes met yours. Steady. Careful. “We prepare. We don’t need to do anything. But we… share a room. Just for the night. Just in case, so that our answer feels less like a lie."

Your heart was in your throat. “And the bed?”

“We can stay on opposite sides. I won’t touch you.”

You weren’t sure why that made your chest ache, but you nodded. “Okay. Just for tonight.”

You stood together, quietly moving down the hall. He paused at the threshold, letting you enter first. You didn’t look back to see if he followed. You already felt the warmth of him behind you.

You paused just inside the room, glancing toward the bed, then back at him. “Um… I need to change.”

Azriel’s eyes widened slightly, then immediately darted to the floor. “Right. Of course.” He turned his back so fast it was almost comical, shoulders suddenly very straight. “I’ll, uh… I’ll stay right here.”

You bit back a smile. "Azriel, I can just go to my room to change..."

He froze. You swore you could see the gears starting to turn in his head. "Right! Yes. Of course you can," he sounded horrified with himself. “I didn’t mean you had to—Cauldron, I wasn’t asking you to—gods..."

You were already halfway out the door, laughing softly to yourself. "Relax, I wasn't going to strip in front of you."

"I wasn't trying to make you think you have to!" he called after you, still feeling mortified. "I just... this whole fake-marriage bed-sharing situation is already weird!"

You briefly peeked your head back into his room, "You're adorable when you're flustered, you know that?"

He groaned and flopped onto the bed. "Oh please leave me with some dignity."

You just smiled at him and went to your room, slipping into a simple oversized shirt with shorts. When you returned, you found him under the covers with his arms crossed over his head.

"You're doing a terrible job of looking unbothered," you laughed. "Recovered from the meltdown?"

"Barley," as he gave you a look of "don't test me."

You slipped into the bed beside him, careful not to brush his side. “You sure you’re okay sharing a bed with me now that I’ve scandalously not changed in front of you?”

Azriel stared up at the ceiling, deadpan. “I’m barely surviving the disappointment.”

You giggled and turned onto your side, tucking the blankets up around your shoulders. “Night, Azriel.”

A pause.

“…Goodnight, Y/N.”

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Post author's note: This has only been published for like 10 mins, but I have a question! Do y'all enjoy the songs to help with the overall vibe? Or is it like "eh, I don't really care imo." BE HONEST! I'm a big girl, I can handle truths.

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NUZI WIP ANIMATION

this audio is so them i got possessed by a demon and started this at 8 am and i cannot stop

[karmaajr]

chat guess who was partially ungrounded cuz she's been a good girl lately 🤭

[coridallasmultipass]

It took me, ugh, MONTHS (2), to get to cleaning the two shrimp tanks I have... I had IRL issues going on that would have made it extremely difficult to do a water change especially while injured, and I just had to keep putting it off. It's just shrimp, so it wasn't like, the worst situation, especially since I have established plants and the tanks are a couple years old. There was just a lot of algae build-up on the glass, and, well... Let me just say it was not contributing to my mental health and well-being while the tanks were in that state.

I tested the water before I started cleaning and the parameters were fine (like, I could have left the tanks even longer if I would be okay with selling my soul to the Algae Collective), and the plants and shrimp look fine, too (I mean, I've obviously been keeping an eye on the tanks bc I sit right next to them). Actually, I'd wager to say that the plants are looking really great (the lilies haven't died off [yet? This is the longest period of time I've seen them stay... foliage... fol... foliated? Idk.] and the cryptocoryne in the 10gal is fucking huge and needs to be rearranged, just not right now). That fucking algae was a motherfucker to get off the 10gal (it's a plastic tank and I think that makes the algae grip harder than the glass 5gal).

[Also, fyi, depending on the tank's needs and stability, recommended water changes are a small one every week or every other week. My parameters don't seem to do anything dramatic, so I usually aim for a 20-30% water change every third week (just depends on how much vacuuming needs to be done and how cooperative the shrimp are with moving aside). So 2 months is still a lot. I still did the normal 30% ish amount, since doing more will risk the shrimp's well-being if there's a sudden change in everything, and my water parameters indicated a change was unnecessary - but I don't test for more than the minimum freshwater tests, so there could be a buildup of some mineral I'm not testing for, which is why the change IS actually necessary regardless of what my test kit says - because these tanks were evaporating a lot in summer, it condenses the minerals added with each water addition, even tho I usually top up with R.O. water.]

My back is fucking killing me lol. It has been killing me since spring when it 'went out' for the first time, and I'm not getting any relief, it sucks. But this had to be done.

The 5gal is looking pretty cloudy still, since the filter was super gunked up and I accidentally spilled gunk back in, so I may need to retest the 5gal parameters tomorrow just to make sure I don't have to do another water change, but it'll probably be fine, right? Shrimp love mulm and detritus. I did give both tanks a big ole algae tab for their trouble, tho. (I need a fuckening dish for the big tank. I really wanna clean off that white quartz rock again, but being white means it's an algae magnet, and it's just gonna go green again after a month or two.)

Anyway, shrimp tax:

I lov thees widdle oange bebies.

Wish I could take better pictures rn, but I am. Like. Dying. My recommendation: never live in an A-frame style room if you have the option. The wall above my tanks is slanted, and NOT fun for my back to bend underneath the wall for maintenance. (My only flat wall in the room is for my TV/PC.) Also, treat your back nicely, in general. I unfortunately have not had the option to treat my back nicely since spring (fall now), because 'when it rains it pours,' and heavy shit that needs to be moved will not move itself. Once I get a few more things in my room in order, I will hopefully be done with the IRL chaos, bc I have Halloween socks to knit, and I'm not putting that off for another year. (I'm still mad that I couldn't make the ones I planned last year. And I found more Halloween yarn I forgot I bought, so I'm gonna try to make multiple socks.) And I just really need to fucking chill and knit and stop having panic attacks and meltdowns.

[dashiellqvverty]

my opinion on season 11 is that ian and mickey were all over the place from episode to episode and i ultimately wasn’t very happy with where it ended for them

[pigeonriot]

the fact that i allowed myself,,,, to not go to half of my history of philosophy lectures,,,,, and then for the exam,,, waited until the day before to look at the script,,,, literally what is wrong with me

[coloursofaparadox]

>:[

[orcelito]

Oh yeah so for my UX design class. Our final project is creating some sort of app that links to a wearable fitness device. Like a fitbit. And my group's doing a lil tamagotchi thing, whatever. It's kind of dumb but this class is kind of dumb anyways. I suck it up and do it regardless so that I can graduate.

Anyways so we actually only came up with this idea on Monday lol. Barely done any work on it. But the guy in our group got a fuck ton of interviews yesterday for it, and thank GOD he did bc GUESS WHAT!!! The "check-in" that we had today that was Supposed to be the TA walking around to talk to groups ended up beinggggg INFORMAL PRESENTATIONS!!!!!!!! And no one was fucking ready for it bc on Monday she'd asked for us to choose between presentations or individual discussions and we chose individual discussions. But I guess she decided to do presentations after all.

And well ok so I have a habit of being a little late to this class every day. It's a 3 hour studio and so long as u get there within 15 mins they're chill about it. And today was extra sucky cause I got RAINED ON like pretty hard. Cold ass rain. My jeans were soaked. And well that sucked pretty hard.

But I walked in to find that they were doing PRESENTATIONS and I was like Aw Fuck. And see the thing is, 2 of my groupmates in that class are always *very* late. Like half an hour to an hour late, if they even show up at all. So I couldn't count on them. And my remaining groupmate is the quiet type, so I couldn't count on her either.

So I was like. Aw, fuck. It's up to me.

Sat there in the 5 or 10 mins I had while other groups were presenting to review the interview results from yesterday (I hadn't even looked at them yet 😭😭😭) and then I fuckin gave an informal presentation on the fly about our project that we Totally didn't start working on only 2 days ago (lol). And the thing is. Somehow???? We had the most work done out of the class?????? Most of them hadn't even done interviews yet 😭😭😭😭 like this is due on the 2nd and next week is Thanksgiving break 😭😭😭😭 there is NOT much time left!!!!!!!

But yeah I was riding that high of carrying that presentation for us. I'm so Fucking good at bullshitting.

[lunar-fey]

warning for uh general cop shittiness and transphobia

okay so my client is pretty much always watching like cop shows. actually i think its vids on a youtube channel its like all bodycam and dashcam footage and like. its Bad to begin with. like genuinely awful and upsetting and i actually do not know how anyone capable of feeling empathy (this is not a moral judgement i do not experience empathy.) could watch it and not come out with the opinion that cops are exclusively awful people who ruin lives.

but maybe worse than any of the screaming and crying and injuring people for Literally Just Existing to me. is the fact that EVERY SINGLE TIME the cops see "a man dressed as a woman" they automatically assume the person is cis male who is a prostitute. there have been at LEAST two def trans women that ive seen over the months and both times the cops were questioning her like. so youre a man right? you wear those clothes to prostitute? why would you do that? "because im a woman" "so its a hobby? youre a prostitute? youre fully a man?" like. HELLO. the hate for trans women is so real and i love every trans woman and will kiss them on the mouth if they would like.

[coridallasmultipass]

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[timmydraker]

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

[abbyslovergirlxo]

Intrusion

Sevika x Ambessa x Reader

Word count: 3.9k

synopsis; You, the pretty enforcer are tasked with retrieving very important documents from none other than Lead Commander Ambessa Merdarda. Sounds rather easy, until you see Silco’s right hand woman bent over her desk.

(Tw; dom!Ambessa, softdom!Sevika, wlw, overstimulation, degradation, enforcer!reader, strap on, sex, biting, sub!reader, sub!Sevika, crying)

Song: Love is a bitch, Two face

Side note: lmk if you guys like this and I’ll do another ambessa/sevika one shot. tbh I’m obsessed with them so I’ll probably drop it anyways lol. Also I’ve never watched the show so if anything is inaccurate don’t hate me, the characters are just fine shit. Anyways, hope u enjoy 🫶

When you first walked into the tall building, you hadn’t expected today to be such a troublesome one. Your commanding officer has tasked you with retrieving a few important documents from Lead Commander, Ambessa Merdarda. When given the task you did well to hide your excitement but nonetheless it was there. You had seen Ambessa, as an enforcer she was starting to become a regular face to be greeted by. But you’d never come close to her and the idea of that was intoxicating. You’d heard rumors about her, the war lord who never took no for an answer and never knew defeat. You’d admired her, her ruthlessness made her one of the most praised women in the world. One day you’d hoped to become as renowned as her. Knowing it was wrong and out of turn, you wondered if you’d be able to ask her a few questions about her strategies when you made it to her office.

The walls were decorated with precise and intricate details. White and blue and gold peeked all over. Sunlight peered in through the huge windows, everything about it screamed luxury. You nodded your head off to the guards posted at the large grand doors that led to the wing with Ambessa’s office.

Your heart jumped out of your chest over and over as you neared that golden and blue door. But you found courage once you reached it, letting off two swift knocks. Silence was all that met you. You decided to be a bit patient, not wanting to barge in. But as the minutes passed you remembered your commander's voice in the back of your head, pestering you about just how important it was that you got them.

Minutes kept slipping so with a slight irritation slipping over you, you respectively knocked two more times. There was a bit more force behind it this time but respectful of course. More silence was accompanied by it. You bit your lip, anxious and worried.

You knew that it wasn’t your fault that the Lead Commander hadn’t answered despite it being known that she was in her office. But you also knew the higher ups rarely cared about ‘excuses’ like such. If you were lucky you’d get chewed out in front of your comrades.

Usually you took any consequences head on, no matter how obscene, like the good soldier you were. But something made your stomach churn to delay the delivery of something of such urgency. You took a deep breath, telling yourself that she’ll understand.

I ’m not knocking the door down or anything, she won’t mind…just open the door

You tried to have your thoughts aid your anxieties and it almost worked until you remembered the scowl on her face a week earlier when a fellow enforcer had approached her disrespectfully. Just the remembrance of such a glare sent shivers down your spine.

Somewhat cowardly, you decided to suck up whatever would inevitably be thrown at you when you showed up with no papers. Disappointed, you put your head down, ready to turn.

Until a muffled groan slipped past the confines of the large door. If it hadn’t been for how observant you were, you undoubtedly would’ve missed it. But upon hearing it you flinched. Worry and fear overtook at the idea of what it could’ve been.

Was Ambessa ok? Had someone slipped into her office and hurt her? Is that why she couldn’t come to the door?

Without so much as a second thought, you bolted through the door, gun raised and finger steady over the trigger.

Any heroism brewing inside of you preparing to ‘save the day’ instantly dissipates. The scene in front of you was so lewd that you couldn’t do anything besides immediately re-holster your gun and attempt to leave. Unfortunately the attempt was halted, the panting voice of Ambessa reaching you.

“ Close the door. Turn around.”

For a second, you let your mind roam over the possibilities this could end with. You cursed yourself for your listening skills, wishing you’d never heard that noise in the first place. You remembered your comrades talking about some rather obscene things they’ve walked in on and they found pretending worked best.

In a last ditch effort, you kept your eyes pointed at the large door. Hand still clutching the handle.

“ I was simply coming to retrieve the documents for Commander Brinman. I apologize for my intrusion, due to the noise, I assumed there was trouble. I will take my leave immediately and return to retrieve them later today if able, Commander Merdarda.”

You heard a chuckle followed by a whine to which you presumed was the brown skinned woman bent over the table, the ones whose legs shook slightly…

You shook your head slightly, cursing yourself once again for the blush that crept on your face.

“ I didn’t ask you for any of that information, little one. Close the door and turn around. That’s an order.”

Desperately you let out one last attempt. Your voice came out weak this time, that soldier formality leaving you.

“ I promise you, Commander Merdarda, that absolutely nothing that has taken place in this office today shall leave it. I swear it.”

“ Well I could’ve told you that. You don’t seem the chatty type, clearly not the listening type either… I won’t repeat myself on my previous orders.”

Her voice sounded less patient this time, so reluctantly you closed the door. The loud click sounded throughout the room, and not a moment after you turned your body to face them. Embarrassment settled on your face as you still refused to actually look, your eyes trained at the floor.

“ Eyes up here, don’t be so rude.”

The moment you looked up, she was already staring at you. Your chest rose and fell a bit faster upon seeing the sight, again. Ambessa stood proudly, muscles and chest exposed for you to see. And though her counterpart did also seem to have muscle you immediately deduced that she wasn’t in the same state Ambessa was. Her hair fell over her face, pants crumpled around her ankles as she lay there, still shaking.

Ambessa smiled at you, but it was clear that it wasn’t a friendly one.

“ Look, we have a guest. Have some manners, or do you undercity dogs not have any of those?”

The harshness yet playfulness in her tone made you shift your legs slightly, still staring at Ambessa. The woman beneath her simply grumbled something but you didn’t catch it. It was hard when your heartbeat was thrumming out of your ears practically.

Ambessa rolled her eyes, using her large hand to tug at the hair of the woman. Another grumble left her, this time clearly more strangled. Guiding her head to look up at you, you nearly collapsed onto the floor upon seeing her face. Sure a few strands still protected her but you’d know that face anywhere.

Any enforcer would. Sevika, Silcos right hand woman. Instantly you scrunch your face up at the sight, luckily Ambessa was nice enough to drop her head back onto the desk, of course not before she forced a ‘hello’ out of her.

“ What to do with you now, hm?”

That question alone was enough for you to not care that Noxus’s Lead Commander was fucking a known criminal in her office, worried about your own fate.

“ Like I said, Commander, I’ve seen nothing. I’ll say nothing.”

She frowned, almost as if she was bored by such a response.

“ I thought we already discussed that. I think you’d be much more interesting with all those clothes off.”

The blush you fought so hard to keep down came back with a vengeance. You stammered over your words but nothing actually came out. You peered over at Sevika, noticing that Ambessa was in fact still inside of her.

“ C-commander… I’m a s-soldier…”

“ Soldiers don’t like getting fucked?”

Your insides boiled at the thought. Your mind fed you images of your legs open, trembling like Sevikas, Ambessa large hands able to reach every and anywhere. It should’ve made you recoil, have you running out of the office and shouting for anyone nearby to come and see the ungodly actions happening in this very room. But it didn’t. It made your breath hitch. Desire pounced at you over and over. You’d always been trained to be the perfect, obedient, and efficient soldier. But there was nothing perfect about the way you gave in so easily to that little voice inside of your head.

You’d be lying if you said everything about the sight of them didn’t make your knees weak. You’d always preferred women but there were no women like Sevika and Ambessa where you’d come from. The disgust you felt for that Zaunite hunched over that desk held no weight against your attraction for her.

“ Well, child, what’ll be?”

“ Nobody will find out…right?”

Ambessa smiled evilly at the question. Yet she ignored it all together. She knew you were going to strip anyway. She knew it the moment you locked the door on your own will, she’d never told you to do that. And oh how she loved the look on your face as you accepted your situation, deciding that Ambessa was never going to give you such security in her answer.

Slowly but carefully you tugged at your clothes. Something Ambessa also hadn’t instructed. She held back a sly comment, picking up on how eager you were. And she didn’t miss the way Sevika clenched around her suddenly, as she watched you strip off the rest of your clothes. You hadn’t noticed either of their staring but god did you feel it.

If your parents were here they’d be so disappointed in you, hands trembling as you showcase your bare body to two women who looked like they were looking at dinner. But you had no space to harbor such a thought, not when Ambessas braid swung slightly, beckoning you over. You moved swiftly, that certain soldier walk about you.

“ Quite nice…”

Ambessa shamelessly checked you out, her eyes lingering concerningly long on your breast. You simply shrink beneath her gaze, her very presence demanding authority. And you saw no reason to grant her anything other than that.

“ How lucky I am, I’ll have to thank Brinman for sending such a pretty one. Alright Sevika, be a little useful for once. Make sure to devour her properly.”

“ Lay down for me then, pretty.”

You’d never heard her voice before. You hadn’t expected it to sound so enticing. Her low eyes and hanging hair made you desperate to be devoured, even if it was by a criminal. You nodded quickly, nervously laying on the desk, your pretty legs spread in front of a bent over Sevika. Ambessa pressed the strap deeper inside at the sight of it causing Sevika to grip the table. The sight the Wolf had infront of her made her want to eat you both alive. From her view she could see everything, your nervous face as Sevika trailed kisses up your thigh, Sevikas sweaty back exposed and flexing as she moved about. She also couldn’t miss the way your cunt clenched around nothing as the Zaunite got closer to that spot that you really needed to be touched.

As planned, the moment Sevika finally did start licking vigorously at your clit, Ambessa started her thrust back up again. Her pace was brutal, even you could tell despite the loud whines that slipped past your mouth. Sevika moaned aggressively into you, not able to contain herself.

“ Look at you two, filthy.”

“ o-oh god…commander–”

You moaned out for Ambessa despite the intense eye contact you held with Sevika. Her grey eyes bore into yours and you worried that alone might get you off faster. If Sevika had a piece of sanity left she would’ve told you to say her name, moan it out in that pornographic tone of yours. But Ambessa was ruthless, hitting her in all the right places. And this pace was no issue for her, her stamina was horrid and she had no signs of fatigue. Sevika trembled and pushed against her rhythmically, not wanting the pleasure to end.

Her eyes rolled repeatedly, struggling to hold that eye contact with you. But you didn’t mind it, quite the opposite. It made you bite your lip at the thought that every vibration that she set off into you was because of the tall woman behind her. To know every time she rolled her eyes she was closer to the edge, drove you crazy. You almost pulled at her hair, wanting her even closer. But cowardice struck your heart, secretly intimated of the strong wanted criminal from Zaun.

Pleasure overwhelmed you as Sevika continued, her face now drenched from everything you were giving her. You whined at the sight, noticing the wet glisten on her nose and chin.

Your hips bucked at her mouth over and over and over. Until that burning sensation was becoming unbearable.

Obedient as ever, you wailed out a request. Ambessa watched hungrily as your legs shook around Sevikas head, wetness dripping onto her leg from Sevikas cunt.

“ please! can I…c-can I come?”

“ I’m not the one between your legs.”

With tears in your eyes and your hands clenched, desperate to not let go until someone, anyone, told you that it was ok. Sevika nearly melted seeing the way you pleaded with her before even saying anything, your lips trembling. Her own orgasm was approaching quickly.

“ p-please…sevika…”

Through broken moans and stutters, “ yes…god yes.”

Ambessa smiled as you whispered a pathetic thank you, your body at war with itself while you finished all over her face. Ambessa could tell she was close, it was obvious from how hard she was pulling it in. Sevika still ate at you desperately despite you having come, instead of relenting she simply pulled your thighs in with her arms, trapping you.

Ambessa had told her to devour you properly, and she wasn’t going to do anything but that. She did falter at her speed for a second, once she heard Ambessa demand for her to finish ‘all over her cock’ and quote.

You whimpered out pleads and begs, but neither listened. All you could do was paw at her strong forearms which clearly was no match for you. And Sevika hadn’t even noticed the scratch marks you gave her, her own orgasm so intense that she was lost in it. And being the cutting woman she was, Ambessa fucked her throughout all of it, until she was satisfied with the alien sounds she pulled from Sevikas throat.

Sevika did stop once Ambessa pulled out, heaving and shaking. And yet she did manage enough energy to leave a few extra peppered kisses on your wobbly thighs.

“ Who would’ve known the brave enforcer made such noises?”

Her voice was one of pure velvet, it made something rush through you. Everything about Ambessa made you go crazy. Yet you didn’t respond, ignoring Ambessa who now was behind you, head in your neck leaving bruises on it. You only whined, breathing rapidly. Her rough hands rubbed all around your breast and stomach.

“ What would your comrades think? You’ve just opened your legs to a wanted criminal, quite easily as well. Did you enjoy it? Having a Zaunite eat your cunt?”

Her words were so vile and you had no answers for her. You couldn’t even think straight, let alone entertain such nasty comments. Instead you opted to begging, not caring how filthy you looked in front of them anymore.

“ can I have more, please?”

Ambessa noticed now that your begging was no longer only directed towards her, your desperation for permission now being sought out from both of them. She didn’t mind. If anything it made her day a whole lot more interesting.

She smirked into your neck before pulling away, looking down at Sevika who no longer was bent over. Instead she now stood tall too, her naked body making you blush. Sevika knew she held no authority when it came to Ambessa, it was obvious. But you? Those lustful eyes peering up at her, awaiting any instruction, so long as it meant they touched you, drove her further into corruption.

Ambessa simply stared at Sevika, allowing her to answer.

“ Since you asked so nicely. Go ahead and open these up for me.”

She tapped at your thighs that you now had shut. Obediently, you opened them. Ambessa left your side, making you miss how warm she was. You heard her rummaging through something behind you before you saw her hand Sevika a stark black toy. Your arousal spilled down your legs as you patiently watched and waited. You grew alive with anticipation as you watched Ambessa grip the back of Sevika’s neck, whispering something in her ear. It left you curious after seeing the way Sevika’s eyes furrowed and she clenched Ambessa’s wrist desperately, nodding softly.

Ambessa left her to come back to your side, this time though she towered over you, cupping your face in her hand. It was surprisingly gentle, the way she rubbed her thumb back and forth. She studied you, finding it enticing how pliable you were, legs open and ready for them to do anything to you. She wanted to leave you clawing at the floor by the time she was done with you and from the way you easily slumped into her hands, she knew she could.

All that distraction made you oblivious to Sevika having a strap now attached to her as well. Sevika walked in front of you, pulling your legs suddenly so that your cunt was mere inches away from her cock. You bit your lip, one hand gripping the table and the other squeezing Ambessa’s wrist that now sat on either side of your face.

Sevika smiled down at you, allowing you to finally get a clear view of her gapped teeth. You nearly swooned at the sight of it. You hadn’t noticed how gorgeous she truly looked with all the hair that previously stuck to her face. But now you could see everything, her plump breast, her large thighs and strong arms, and that fucking smile.

“ Just relax, sweetheart. I know you’ll do good.” She dipped two fingers inside of you causing you to let out a small moan. Sevika made sure to get every bit of them wet, it wasn’t difficult at all, the constantly leaking proving just how good her tongue had been to you. She almost didn’t want to pull out, loving how warm you were inside. But that all went out the door the moment she saw you throw you back after she drew sticky circles around your clit lazily.

“ You’re so fucking wet, I was that good?”

You nodded mindlessly, grinding your ass softly against the desk. Ambessa gripped your chin gently causing you to suddenly open your eyes.

“ Manners, little one. She asked you a question.”

“ yesss,i-it’s so good, it’s a-all sooo good…”

You struggled to get it all out, broken up but moans and wails. The speed of her fingers was blinding by now. But she didn’t want you to cum, not yet. She ripped her fingers away, giving a faux sympathetic glance.

Sevika gripped your thighs as she lined the toy up with your cunt, making a slight show of the sounds it made as it moved back and forth between your lips. You bucked your hips desperate to actually put it inside, you didn’t have to wait long before she was sinking it all the way in. She was slow to enter, sure to not hurt you. But she assumed that’d be difficult to do considering you were practically drenched.

Ambessa itched with lust as she watched the way Sevikas thrust picked up, her stomach flexing and growing wet from you. You moaned out her name hoarsely, grateful that finally something was being done.

“ So pretty… this cunt is fuckin—- ngh… perfect.”

Sevika groaned out, feeling the harness rub against her throbbing clit. She looked up at Ambessa, eyelids low and mouth hung open, panting.

“ Fuck her faster.”

She didn’t dare disobey, picking up the speed immediately. You cried out, feeling it hit inside of you even deeper. Your poor cunt clenched around it, hungry for more. Your whole body felt hot to the touch. You thought you were going to die, not sure how much longer you could hold on despite her having just started.

Sevika moved your legs so that they rose straight up, pulling you even deeper allowing her thrust to drive you insane. You felt her hot breaths against your calf, her breast brushing against your bare skin. Her moans grew louder but it was impossible to overtake yours, your throat ripping out the most obscene noises. You met her thrust as best as you could, knowing you could never get enough of the pleasure she was giving you, even if it was overwhelming.

“ C’mere.”

You felt Ambessa suddenly capture your lips, pulling your head up slightly to ravage you. She tasted like honey and you moaned into her. Her hands roamed all over, cupping your breast that bounced vigorously. She bit at your bottom lip, relishing in the way you whined her name, not commander, her name.

“ ambessaaa.”

She secretly crumpled at sound. Typically she’d have corrected you, and told you to do better with your etiquette. But she couldn’t bother with that when you were shaking now, you and Sevikas orgasm clearly close.

“ fuckkkk! m-m gonn— no!”

You screamed louder than ever, still desperately kissing at Ambessa’s scarred face. The pair admired your discipline, fighting off the orgasm that you knew threatened to spill at any moment.

“ ‘bessa! s-sevikaa! can I— cum! can I please?”

Sevika was so far gone, ignoring your question. She stuttered her thrust, biting into your ankle as her orgasm grew closer. Ambessa gave uncharacteristic sympathy, filling in for her. She leaned down even closer, whispering in your ear.

“ Sevika’s been doing such a good job, hasn’t she?”

A tear slipped down your face as you nodded, whimpering more and more. She kissed the tear away, loving how they so easily fell down your face.

“ So how about we let her cum first, have some etiquette? How about that?”

Quite sure it wasn’t a question, you only offered a pained yes. Sevika sped up slightly making you claw at Ambessa’s hand that rested on your breast. Sevika came silently, her mouth forming into an ‘o’ as she fucked herself through her orgasm while also fucking you.

You looked up at Ambessa, pleading. She shushed your cries, telling you to let go for her and Sevika. And Sevika despite being overstimulated continued to fuck you enthusiastically, refusing to not let your pussy cry for her again. And cry it did, you came so hard on her cock that you saw stars. Vision blurry and body weak, you trembled beneath both of their stares.

You heaved, struggling to catch your breath. But Ambessa noticed you trying to say something. She rubbed your face again leaving bruised kisses on your chest.

“ Speak up, mumbling won’t do much.”

“ more…please”

Sevika, whose chest also struggled to catch breath, made eye contact with Ambessa. Your mind was a heavy haze, not able to concentrate on anything. But you did capture Ambessa’s commanding voice.

“ You heard her, Sevika. Do it again.”

[yan-randomfandom]

OKAYS GREAT i was thinking of like plat yan saja boys x overworked teen reader, reader is a highschool student thats overwhelmed by schoolwork so when they're amongst the crowd of the saja boys performing soda pop they really couldnt care less and just walked away(���◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

Platonic!Saja Boys x GN!Teen!Reader

a/n; stranger danger is ignored here, PLS!!!! do not copy what the reader does here

— 🫧

"Huh, what?" you mumble, eyes blinking separately in weariness. "What are you talking about?"

Are you that exhausted to start hallucinating about the men you saw performing earlier in the day? The leader, Juni or whatever his name was, stands in front of you with a cryptic smile. Why the fuck were they talking to you? You can't do this right now.

"Uh," he shifts the pen and paper in his hands. "Constructive criticism, please? You're part of our age range, but you don't seem to be interested. Why is that?"

You stare. "I can't do this right now."

Turning around, you plan to walk nonstop, but the other boys block your path. You look at them, bamboozled.

"Did you guys," you sigh, rubbing your eyes, half-expecting them to disappear once you open them again, "follow me all the way here for feedback? Don't you have a manager for that? Come on, dudes."

Much to your dismay, they still existed after you open your eyes.

"I mean, I worked so hard for this, I—" Juni rambles behind you, but you really could care less.

"Type shit. Not everyone is going to like you," you turn your head slightly to meet his eyes. "And unless you can do my homework for me, then I won't do any survey."

You face the rest of the band, using your arms to gently push them away. They let themselves be pushed; thank goodness you don't have to call the cops.

"We—We'll do it!"

You pause. "What?"

"Your homework! And then you'll give us your thoughts, right?"

You turn around with an evil smile.

— 📒

You haven't felt this relaxed in years.

Mystery gives you the last of the last, and you give him a happy grin. A smile of his grows at the sight.

"Thanks, Mist!" you chuckle, taking a peek at his work. It's not the prettiest handwriting, but the answers seem legit. "Good job!"

You grab a lollipop, a hairbrush, and a dumbbell, giving them respectively to Baby, Romance, and Abby.

Juni comes from around the corner. "So when you say this, then it means that. Blah blah blah, bloo bloo."

"Yeah sure whatever Juni," you shrug, not really listening. "Hey, aren't you guys gonna leave yet? You're lucky my parents are on a vacation."

They all stare at you.

"...Guys?"

They don't answer.

"Are you not... going to leave yet? Guys?"

They glance at each other.

"...Do I have to call the cops?"

— do u?

— also stranger danger!!!!! do NAWT let strangers into your house even if they're pretty, ESPECIALLY when they followed u home. DONT!!!!

[renskaji]

the hoodie

ren kaji x reader, wc: 1.8k, req? no.

He’s not expecting for it to affect him as much as it does. 

Your question was innocent enough, a quiet ‘can I borrow a hoodie, Ren?’ murmured in your sweet voice that he never could seem to say no too. Besides, he’s a protector of the town, right? And you’re part of the town.

What kind of Bofurin grade captain would he be if he let you freeze?

He thinks he’ll be fine, that he’ll be able to handle the sight of you in his clothes as normally as if you were wearing your own. His heart always does a little flip when he sees you, but he’s wholly unprepared for the way it stops in his chest when he finally rips his attention from his phone and up to you. 

It’s not fair, really, that you’re oblivious to the effect you have on him. You’re not doing anything special, just hanging out at his house before the two of you are set to leave and meet Enomoto and Kusumi for dinner, and yet Kaji thinks he might combust. 

The sleeves are just a few inches too long on you, and he knows that the hoodie smells like his cologne. He feels a little territorial, honestly, and entirely too smug that you’re about to leave his house wearing his clothes. 

“Does it look alright?” You ask him, voice distracted as you turn left to right and back again in the mirror. You’re inspecting the hoodie like you’re trying to make some grand fashion statement, and Kaji feels the tips of his ears start to burn as he rivets his attention back to his phone. 

“S’alright.” He hums, non-committedly, because there’s really no good way to explain to his best friend that he thinks you should probably only wear his clothes for the rest of your life. That’s a bit much, especially since he hasn’t been able to muster enough bravery to ask you out. 

He can fight off a rival gang, outnumbered, no problem. But he feels like his lungs might collapse if he even thinks about holding your hand. 

Despite the way he keeps his attention focused solely on his phone, he still manages to catch a glimpse of the way you roll your pretty eyes at his half-assed response. He can’t help the way his lips curve up into the subtlest grin at your slight annoyance. Antagonizing you is almost as fun as watching you wearing his clothes. 

“Whatever,” You huff, turning away from the mirror to face him lounging on the bed. You’d been at his side until a few moments earlier when you hopped up and asked for a hoodie, laying on the pillow beside him and scrolling through your own phone while listening to the music blasting through his headphones set around his neck. “Are you ready? Enomoto gave us so much shit last time we were late.” 

The lollipop in his mouth is strawberry, and Kaji swirls it around his tongue as he gets one last shameless glance at you in his clothes. He can’t actually believe his luck—you’re about to go out wearing his hoodie, smelling like him. It’s practically a declaration of who you belong too. 

You’d probably flick him in the forehead if you knew what territorial thoughts were swirling through his mind, but that would mean admitting just why he gets so much satisfaction from you being seen as his, so he keeps his mouth shut and climbs off the bed. 

He keeps his headphones wrapped around his neck instead of over his ears as he follows you out of his house and onto the street. The restaurant Kusumi picked is only a short walk from where he lives, but Kaji still keeps his head on a swivel while at your side—between yourself and the curb, obviously. 

“—and then we went home.” You’re retelling the day before, when you went shopping with a few of your friends from school, but Kaji is only half-listening. He knows you’re used to his attention being split, what with his headphones usually covering one or both ears, but he’s been better about paying attention to you. 

You’re just too distracting, wearing his clothes. 

“Ren, did you even hear me?” You huff, hooking an arm around his and stepping closer to him despite the annoyance in your voice. Kaji bites down on his lollipop—not hard enough to crack it—and your attention snaps to the movement. He really needs you to stop looking at his mouth, because his blush is starting to become uncontrollable and he thinks he might do something stupid. “Earth to Ren?”

“‘M fine.” He grumbles, wishing he had told you no about borrowing his hoodie and knowing that he would give you the world if you had asked for it. 

He knows he’s screwed when you pull him to a stop by the arm you’re still holding. He relents, but shuffles the two of you to the side of the walkway to stay out of traffic. The street is relatively empty, but the action gives him something to do other than face your concerned pout. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask him. He knows the question was inevitable and yet he can’t help the way his stomach twists at your words. He can’t tell you what’s wrong, because that would mean admitting that he’s been fighting affection for you for months. 

“Nothing.” He lies. You know he's lying because he can’t look you in the eyes, and he feels some of his untempered anger bubble up in his chest. It’s not directed at you, never, but at the fact that he just lied to you. That he’s the reason for the pout on your face. 

“Ren Kaji. Look at me.” He winces at the sound of his full name falling past your lips, and he forces himself to meet your eye. He can do that much, because that means he’s only seeing the top of his hoodie in the corner of his vision— “Do you want to skip dinner?”

And miss the chance to show you off in his clothes?

“No.” He’s quick to answer and he’s glad it’s the truth, because it has some of the harshest edges of your pout melting. 

But then you do the worst possible thing. 

You tuck your chin in, digging it below the neckline of his hoodie, while no doubt trying to think of what’s causing his sudden mood. The material comes up above your lips, stopping just below your nose, and he knows you’re just breathing in his scent, no matter if it’s intentional or not. 

He feels a little bit like an untamed animal, going fuzzy at the edges of his mind at the knowledge that you’re wrapped up in something that smells of him. 

He jerks his head to the side and bites on the lollipop between his teeth again. His face is completely flushed, he can feel it burning, and he knows he’s found out when you perk up and tug on his arm to try and get his attention. 

“Is it the hoodie?” You ask, though he knows you’re confident in your guess when you don’t slow down for him to answer. “You should’ve told me I couldn’t wear it, I wouldn’t have minded. We’re not far from your house, we can go bring it back—”

And that’s just not an option for him, so he needs to find the courage. 

“It’s not ‘cause I don’t want you wearin’ it.” He admits, trying to ignore the spike of panic in his chest when you freeze up. It’s almost worst, trying to talk, when his short declaration seemed to get the words to dry up on your tongue. “I think you look… good… wearin’ my shit.” 

He’s never been the best with words, but he knows his point gets across when your pout melts away completely and leaves a wide grin in its place. Kaji thinks it might be worse for his heart to see you so giddy while wearing his hoodie, especially when you lean forward close enough to him to smell your shampoo. 

It’s then that he realizes that when—if—he gets his hoodie back, it’ll smell like you, too. He thinks his brain turns to mush. 

He’s malfunctioning, surely, because there’s no other explanation than total brain destruction and utter hallucination for him to watch as you reach the hand up that’s not holding his arm and grasp the short stick of his lollipop poking out from between his lips.

He opens his mouth on instinct when you pull on the stick, and he watches in complete devastation as you put the candy in your own mouth. Your smirk up at him, stick poking from the corner of your own devilishly curved lips, and he knows the sight will be forever seared into the brightest corners of his mind. 

He can’t think too long about the fact that you’re doing it all while wearing his fucking hoodie or else he’ll combust. 

“After dinner, you and I can get dessert without the others.” You tell him casually, leaning back half a step. Kaji loathes the distance, but he’s too struck dumb by your bold actions to do anything about it. If you weren’t still grinning at him with his lollipop on his tongue with his hoodie on your body, the distance might’ve been enough to help clear some of the fog from his mind. “You can tell me how good I look in your clothes then.” 

Kaji watches as you turn around like it’s nothing, and he swears he’s never felt his brain stall for as long as it does in that moment. But you glance over your shoulder at him just once, and it’s enough to get his ass in gear and take quick steps to catch up to your side. 

He’s openly staring at you, because he thinks he might be able to do that now, and hates how much he loves the smirk you’re nearly knocking him on his ass with. 

“I might need to borrow more of your clothes if this is how you react,” You tease, slipping your hand into his and efficiently suffocating all arguments on his tongue. 

And really, he’s never been able to say no to you.

+ bonus

“What?” Enomoto glances up from his phone when he feels Kusumi poking him in the side. They’re running late for dinner with Kaji and you, and he really doesn’t have time to clean up some lowlife’s mess if he can help it. 

Except, when Kusumi points across the street, Enomoto follows his friend’s direction and finds the opposite of some creep picking a fight in his town. 

It’s you and Kaji, stopped on the edge of the sidewalk and talking about something that has you grinning and him frowning. Enomoto is about to call out to the two of you, but then he watches as you pull the lollipop from Kaji’s mouth and pop it into your own.

“Grrross,” Enomoto huffs, though he’s smiling. He’s reached his limit of dealing with your’s and Kaji’s endless pining after the other. He watches a moment longer as you and Kaji take off down the street once more, your hand finding his friend's easily. “I’m cancelling dinnerrr. I’m not sufferrring thrrrough them.” 

Kusumi nods, agreeing. He has a feeling you and Kaji won't mind the time alone together.