#why tf can i go blind

[fragglez]

i hate doctors so much why did they tell me "your prescription is ready to pick up!" and then when i go there they're like "oh they don't make this anymore" WHAAT

[permanentreverie]

every time i go into social media that’s not tumblr i learn my mistakes like wdym people are mad that the new juliet is black in the west end production with tom holland …

[snallavanta]

not to be a sore loser but i've lost all respect for sofia carson

[clairellie]

STREAMER ELLIE ! HEADCANONS

a/n: i loved writing this so i might actually make a fic on it?!? but not guaranteed.. WE LOVE STREAMER ELLIE!!!

warnings: ellie loves you dearly,

streamer!ellie who literally makes her streams fucking 4 hours long. she won't stop yapping, she's always asking questions and making polls and this and that.

“chat, should we play this game” “oh shit, ... made a new video, chat, should we watch it?”

the chat starts spaming yes’s and no’s. “i cant read allat. its going too fast— pause.” then she makes a poll

speaking of that... streamer!ellie will NOTTT stop saying pause after every little thing. if she doesn't say pause, shes look at the camera with that little smirk she has.

streamer!ellie who easily gets annoyed when they keep saying she sounds “hot” or whatever. she was too nervous to do a face reveal at first but then chat had to hype her tf up.

gf!streamer!ellie who had to hide your identity at first because she wanted to keep the fans from spamming you in the comments about her— but the hiding didn’t even work like chat found out 3 days later…

the reason why is because she kept forgetting to mute or get out of frame when she was speaking you.

but she also started playing random games that she normally wouldn’t play with this “other girl” she met… hm.

like dress to impress, royale high, bloxburg, and others. but okay pretty pink princess!

gf!streamer!ellie who kept on getting bugged about her promise ring.

she was showing her fit (because she does fit checks on stream) and chat would not shut up about the ring they kept spotting.

the next day she went on twitter and the first post she saw was:

“OMG ELLIE IS MARRIED?!?!!?”

she had to tell chat that, 1. its on her left hand, 2. you and her “weren’t in a relationship for that long yet” but its been fucking 1 year ellie. stop lying!!!!! and 3. she wasn’t “ready” even though she kept saying she was gonna marry you any day now.

streamer!ellie who gets BASHED in chat bro.

“what the helllll, oh my god.”

“uhm ellie, those dont match…”

“please tell me ur gf didnt pick that out..”

or when she keeps shooting at the wrong team… like babe those are ur teammates. (me too els..)

“ELLIE WTF ARE U DOING?!”

“can she read..?”

“she MIGHTT be a bit color blind.. 😬😬”

[into-f0lkl0re]

kk arnold x reader

this is for all my kk arnold girlies (yall dont get enough love it hurts)

warnings: none i think maybe just my horrendous spelling

sfw (i might do something nsfw later but idk 🤷‍♀️ If yall like this i will)

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Before dating

* y’all are either team mates or you like work on the uconn wbb team for something

* i cam honestly see you working on the media team (yk how it is with the kk arnold show)

* like you are a student at uconn but you do this to put on your portfolio/resume and also it pays

* you are the only media girly who puts up with kk’s antics

* like everyone else runs for the hills when kk starts acting up but you are there trying not to kys- i mean laugh

* like the whole team loves you cuz you take fire photos and you are just awesome and amazing in general

* but kk is like 😍😍😍 “she doesn’t find me annoying or atleast acts like she doesn’t” 😍😍😍

* talks paige’s ear off about you to the point where paige is contemplating murder

“Paige-paige did you see y/n today”

“she looked so pretty i wonder if she thinks about me”

“do you think we should invite her on the live”

“ paige do you think y/n likes crumbl”

“ i bet she likes warm cookies”

“ do you think she would want to hang out with me?”

and paige is just like 😟🔫

“kk why don’t you just ask her? what is the worst she could say?”

“GIRLLL BOO ARE YOU DUMB TF?!?!?”

“kk the worst she could say is no”

“SHE SAYS NO AND THEN NO MORE KK ARNOLD SHOW AND THEN WHATS THE POINT OF ANYTHING??!!?”

“you have issues”

kk:☹️

the entire team gets so pissed off by kk’s rambling that they take matters into their own hands

it’s after practice or media day or something and you are packing up your gear and kk is just like admiring you from the bench. paige and ice just kinda grab her and push her towards you whispering “man up dude”

kk being kk stumbles and almost falls on top of you then awkwardly just like stands there 🧍‍♂️

“HI”

“oh hey kk what’s up?”

“you took good photos today”

“thank you”

“ofc! you also look really pretty today”

you like her and yk that she likes you so you mess with her a little

“so i didn’t look pretty yesterday?”

“UH-NO-YOU-I MEAN-“

poor girl is sweating

“YOU ALWAYS LOOK REALLY PRETTY”

“thank you kk you look really pretty as well”

“you think i’m pretty?”

“ofc i think you are pretty kk id be blind not to”

“would you -uh- maybe like -uh- wanna go out sometime just us or not like we can invite the rest of the team unless you want it to be just us which would be cool but if you dont-“

“kk i would love to go out with you”

“c-cool like just us? or like the team?”

“like just us”

“ok! cool! cool!”

kk is frantically wiping her sweaty palms on her shorts and does not know what else to say because she didn’t plan this far ahead she just kinda assumed you would say no

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while dating

* kk absolutely adores you

* she is a big physical touch person

* it’s how she shows her love

* she will just lie on top of you and hold you and will not let you go

* she holds on to you for dear life

* like if you have to go to the bathroom while yall are cuddling she is having a fit

“kk get off i have to pee”

“so you are telling me you don’t love me”

“kk you are lying directly on my bladder get off”

“so you hate me and you wish i was dead”

“kk literally what??”

“why do you wanna leave me???!??”

“kk i promise i will be right back”

“ can i just come with you “

“..fine”

she sits outside the bathroom while you are in there

she once tried to hold your hand and you were like

“i love you but i have limits i will not hold your hand while im pissing”

•she loves showing you off to the live

“bab-baby cmere the live wants to say hi”

“hi live”

“yall this is my beautiful girlfriend”

“baby we are doing a talent show what’s your talent?”

“yall my talented girlfriend is gonna sing for yall”

“kk i don’t want to sing”

“baby please”

you end up singing like shake it off or something

“YUP YUP THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!!”

“DOESNT SHE SOUND GREAT!-ANY HATE AND YOU ARE BLOCKED✋”

* you take all of her fit photos and she loves it

“kk baby move over here so the sunlight is infront of you- look to the side and then down- ok perfect hold on-“

and you are just like crouching weirdly with your digital camera or phone trying to get the best angle and you always do

and anyway yall are just perfect and wonderful together

this is kinda shit but i love kk and she deserves more love

i hope yall like it 🤞🤞 please send in requests idk who to do next and idk what to write for fics

thank you for all the love 💗!!!!

big forehead kisses💕💕

-faye

[misctf]

Reversal Agents II: Going Back

Hey! I felt like making a sequel to the The Reversal Agents. Similar concept, similar characters, but instead with an inanimate tf focus. Hope you enjoy and please dm with any story requests!

“Wh-where am I?”

It was so bright. He could make out blurry shadows- people shuffling around him. He could hear voices.

“He’s awake!”

“Sir, can you tell us your name?”

It was all so much. The hard floor on his back. The blinding lights shining in his face. He moved his arm and looked at his hand. His hand? He stared at it, slowly moving his fingers. It felt foreign to him. The sensation was strange and unfamiliar, so he lowered his arm and continued to look around.

“Sir, can you tell us your name?” The voice was more forceful now.

“Tim Hoffer.” He whispered. It was hard to talk. His mouth was dry, “Where... where...” It was getting hard to talk again. And he couldn’t feel his fingers.

“His form isn’t stable!” Someone shouted.

“Stabilizers! Stat!”

Tim could feel someone press something onto his chest and he felt dizzy. The world around him spun and he fell unconscious. From the viewing room, Detective Hart and Detective Philips watched the scene unfold. Hart frowned and turned to the senior detective.

“Stabilizers?” He asked, “Why...”

“Some transformations linger.” Philips interjected, “Especially these inanimate ones for whatever reason. We often use these to prevent reversions.” They watched Tim closely, “Usually the stabilizers come off sooner rather than later. We just follow-up with them closely.”

“Poor kid.” Hart commented.

Philips chuckled, “Could you imagine? Six months as a pair of underwear?”

“Show some sympathy. It’s not funny.” Hart replied, earning him a curious look from his superior.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Philips replied. He took a deep breath, “Come on, we’ll let the professionals handle this. I want to go home and that paperwork won’t finish itself.”

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It still felt strange. The warmth of his own skin. Moving his arms and legs. Talking. He shuddered. The memories were still somewhat hazy. There was a baseball game. Against their university’s main rival. Big game, huge crowd. His girlfriend cheering him on. He stepped up to bat. Hit the game winning homerun. It was incredible- the memory caused him to smile. But afterwards, it got hazy. He stayed behind to talk to coach- everyone else left. After their talk, he started heading back to his dorm to meet his girlfriend. There was a huge party planned. But he was jumped by Tyler, the rival team’s catcher. He pulled out what looked like a gun... and then...

“Tim?”  

Tim looked away from the window and in the direction of Detective Hart. He sighed. It had been a few weeks since his reversal. And the Department of Affairs Related to Transformation set up several follow-up sessions for him to talk things through. Hart, for his part, enjoyed this part of the job. He could do more to help the victims of forced transformations.

“Sorry, just a bit distracted.” Tim replied.

Hart raised an eyebrow, “I know it’s been a tough few weeks. Getting back into your normal routine...”

“It’s not just that.” He sighed, “I... Sometimes...” He looked away, “It’s nothing.”

Hart looked at him quizzically. But Tim maintained his poker face. How could he tell Hart that he sometimes missed his time as a pair of underwear? Yeah, it was terrifying at first. He hated it. He hated how his face was pressed against his tormentor’s cock. How his body was stretched across his massive muscular ass. The protein farts, the sweat, the days his captor jerked off into him. But as he lost track of the days, it became easier to accept that he was just underwear. No worries, no thoughts, just unwashed and used.

“It’s okay.” Hart replied, “We’ll continue to work through this. And remember, if you ever need me, you can call.”

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If there was anything Tim continued to enjoy, it was going to the gym. And with college starting again soon and the baseball season, he wanted to stay in shape. Today was leg day and he was trying his best to focus on his squats. As he looked up after finishing a set though, he couldn’t help but stare at the man bench pressing in the corner. Or more specifically, the bulge in his tight gym shorts. The man was around his age and built. His shirt drenched in sweat. When he saw Tim looking at him, he flashed him a smile. Tim blushed and went back to his squats.

‘God damn it.’ He thought, ‘Why does this keep happening?’

Following his transformation, it seemed that he developed a sexual preference for men. A week after his transformation was reversed, he attempted to reconnect with his girlfriend. But when their date night got to the bedroom, it was less than enjoyable for both of them. He couldn’t get hard. Despite years of being together and never having an issue, he just couldn’t. They broke up soon after. But maybe it was a one off thing. He desperately watched the porn vids that always worked for him, and similarly had no such luck. But when he thought about men... particularly, their muscular thighs and their sweaty cocks, he had no issue getting off. Tim jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“I’ll be in the last shower stall.” The man said.

Tim nodded and watched as the hunk walked towards the locker room. He felt his heart pound in his chest. It had been so long since he did anything with anyone. And he resisted his urge to actually do anything with a guy. But... it had been so long. Tim entered the locker room and did just what the guy had told him too. He stripped down to nothing and entered the shower stall, finding the other man there, naked.

“I saw you checking me out.” The guy said with a grin.

But Tim didn’t really hear anything. He was focused more on the man’s erect cock. Tim was soon on his knees, his hands feeling the man’s thighs and ass. All the while, the man was rubbing his cock against Tim’s face.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” The man said, “Come on, you fucking slut.”

A part of Tim felt horrified. He felt dirty and wrong. A few months ago, he would’ve never done something like this. Never. But as he licked along the man’s shaft, tasting the glistening sweat, he shuddered with pleasure. It was so familiar, so right. He slowly swallowed the man’s cock, wrapping his arms around the man’s muscular ass. This felt right. This was right. He bobbed up and down on the man’s cock, causing him to moan. Yeah, just an object. Just to be used. He felt the man’s cock start to throb and he knew what was coming. And as the man came down his throat, Tim was filled with pleasure- it was so familiar. It reminded him of all the days his captor would cum on his fabric face. But that feeling soon dissipated and the weight of what he just did hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck...” The man sighed, “You wanna exchange...”

But Tim had fled. He quickly got back into his clothes and headed towards the locker room exit. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes- this wasn’t right, this was wrong. He wasn’t...

“Tim?” Tim’s eyes widened when he heard a familiar voice. Detective Hart was looking at him, dressed in nothing but a pair of tight underwear, “Hey, are you...?”

But again, Tim didn’t really hear anything he was saying. Instead, he was focused on the bulge in Hart’s underwear. He knew Hart was on the younger side, maybe a few years out of college, but he never saw him nearly naked. His muscles were lean. His ass firm. His underwear... Tim felt jealous of it... And he felt a strange affection for the detective.

“Tim?”

“I-I’ll see you later!” Tim said, fleeing from the locker room.

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Tim was lying in his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock. Ever since returning from the gym, he couldn’t get the image of Hart out of his head. But even more, he couldn’t help but feel jealous of the underwear tightly wrapped around his cock. Tim cursed and ran a hand through his hair. Why did it have to be like this? Why did he miss being used underwear? He moaned when he thought about the first night Tyler jerked off into him. Tyler had pawed at his cock through Tim’s fabric face. At first he hated it, but night after night, multiple times per day, he anticipated it. Felt excited. It was his purpose.

“Fucking hell.” He whispered. He stared at the stabilizer on his chest and sighed, “No.” He whispered. He grabbed his phone and called Detective Hart. He needed to talk with him, “Hey, can I come talk to you? I know it’s real late, but I really need to... Yes... thank you so much, I’ll be right over.”

When Tim arrived at Hart’s apartment, he was sweating and his heart was pounding. Hart greeted him and the two men were sitting on the sectional in the living room. Hart was looking at him, worry in his eyes.

“So you wanted to talk?” Hart asked.

“I... I’m having a hard time.” Tim whispered, “I sometimes miss it. I miss being underwear.” Tim felt a weight leave him as he admitted his truth, “Ever since the transformation reversed, I just...”

“This isn’t uncommon.” Hart replied, “And I want you to know its normal.” He reassured, “I’ve been learning a lot about inanimate transformations, especially cases similar to yours. It usually takes a bit, but things will start to normalize more as time goes on.”

Tim nodded, feeling comforted by Hart’s words, “I... that does make me feel better.” He whispered. He sighed, “I need to splash some water on my face.”

Tim stared at himself in the bathroom mirror and took a deep breath. Maybe... maybe everything would be okay. He just needed to stay strong. He could go back to his life... maybe rekindle with his girlfriend. Life would be okay.

But then he saw it. Thrown and discarded in the corner of the bathroom was a pair of Hart’s underwear. Tim felt his heart pounding as he bent over and picked it up. The smell was intoxicating. Sweaty, manly musk filled his nostrils. The fabric in his hand was so soft. He shuddered and looked at himself in the mirror. There he was. Tim Hoffer. College baseball jock. Business Administration major. Good grades, attractive, smart. There he was- ravenously rubbing his face in another man’s underwear. He frowned as he removed his shirt and stared at the stabilizer on his chest. And without another thought, he pulled it off.

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“Hey Tim, are you okay?” Hart knocked on the bathroom door. It had been a little bit of time, and he grew concerned. He looked at his phone and sighed. He quickly messaged the guy he was planning to hook-up with that he needed to cancel, “Tim, can I...”

But the door opened and Tim was standing there, completely undressed. Hart’s eyes widened at the sight and he quickly took a step back. And that’s when he noticed it. There was no stabilizer on his chest.

“Tim...?”

He hadn’t expected Tim to close the distance between them so fast. Nor did he expect the passionate kiss that followed. Hart broke away and looked at Tim, who smiled at him. His hand was resting against Hart’s slowly growing erection.

“Tim, you... I...”

Tim smiled and again kissed Hart passionately. And this time, the detective reciprocated. The two continued to make-out passionately, with Hart leading him back to the bedroom. Tim’s eyes were wild as he stripped away Hart’s clothes, revealing the toned muscle he had seen earlier. His tongue quickly roamed along the detective’s abs and he shuddered at the sound of Hart’s moans. And when Tim finally made his way down to Hart’s stiff cock, he licked along the length of the shaft, savoring every moment. He looked up at Hart, who’s eyes were shut tight from the pleasure, his mouth open in a silent moan. Tim sighed. He didn’t have much time left. He could feel it in his body. And so, he quickly took the length of Hart’s cock into his eager mouth.

‘Here it goes...’ He thought, a sense of relief filling him.

And just like that first night, he could feel it. He felt his arms move on their own, wrapping around the back of Hart’s waist. And when his hands came together, they began to fuse. At the same time, he could feel his pecs and abs start to vanish, the air in his lungs being forced out as his body flattened. But all the while, he kept Hart’s cock in his mouth, doing his best to provide pleasure even as his body changed. He grunted as his legs fused together and lose their features. His skin was taking on a white hue. And slowly, his body started to shrink. As it did, he felt what had been his abdomen and legs curve upwards along Hart’s taint and fuse with his clasped hands.

‘I feel... it feels...’ Tim’s mind was filling with pleasure. With anticipation. He could feel Hart’s firm ass fill the tight fabric of his new body, ‘Just underwear... underwear...’

And slowly, he felt his face start to flatten out against the detective’s throbbing cock. His handsome features vanishing and shifting into white fabric. And a few moments later, Hart was alone in the room. His throbbing erection tenting in his new underwear. And the horny detective couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his throbbing member- pressing Tim’s face firmly against his cock. And after a few strokes, he came, filling his new underwear with his seed.

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When Detective Hart woke up the next morning, he yawned and rubbed his cock through his underwear. But the events of the previous night quickly returned to him. He looked down at his cum stained underwear- Tim- and felt his heart pounding. How could he do this? He was supposed to reverse transformations, not engage in them. He quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was the weekend, so the office shouldn’t be too busy. He could reverse this again. It would be okay. He ran to the office, working up a musky sweat that seeped into Tim’s new form. He tried to ignore how good the soft fabric of Tim’s new body felt against his semi-hard member.

“Come on... come on...” He whispered as he entered his office. He was desperately looking for the key to the reversal chamber.

“Oh Detective Hart, you look a little stressed today.” Hart looked up to see Detective Philips standing at the door to his office, “Tough night?” He gave the detective a knowing look.

“Look, something happened and...”

Philips smiled, “Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing.” He walked over to Hart, “Inanimate transformations... difficult to come back from.” He chuckled, “Sometimes, it awakens their true purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“What are you saying?”

“You wouldn’t be a reversal agent if you didn’t, well...” He smirked and rubbed his growing bulge, “It’s hard to come by good quality underwear. We’ll leave it at that.���

Hart watched as Philips left his office, the smirk never leaving his face. The younger detective sighed and stared at the key to the reversal chamber in his hand. And with another sigh, he put it away.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Nik turns 50. TF 141 throw him a surprise party. (As the author continues to build their voices and headcanons in his head.)

cw: none.

“I can't believe Nik’s going to be fifty next week. The man's aging like a fine wine. It must be something in the water over there.”

It had been a fairly innocuous comment by Laswell over one of their frequent phone calls, but it had sent Price into an unfathomable tailspin.

Fifty.

Fifty was a big birthday where Price came from. The kind where the extended family, and wider community around them, were invited to a village hall for an old fashioned knees up, and you ended up carrying your uncle Rodney home so your aunt didn't smother him with a throw pillow after he pissed all over the doorstep.

Price had never really thought much about the families and wider lives of his contacts. They got the job done and then they parted ways. In every sense, a contact held the same position in Price's mind as the weapon in his hand; a tool to be used and then set aside once you were done.

But Nik… Nik was becoming more than a contact. A lot more. Price knew there was no uncle Rodney for Nik. There was no family whatsoever. No one special to mark half a century with, except maybe… fuck.

Price didn't share scotch with just anyone, let alone pass his cigar over for them to take a toke. As much as he respected Laswell, he was never inclined to spend hours with her chattin’ shit, until the sun broke through the blinds and they both had to slam some black coffee so they looked remotely presentable for their operators. His hand never lingered on anyone else's carrier vest, and no one else's voice made warmth and light curl in his chest.

No one else slotted against Price's... everything quite like Nikolai.

Price wasn't stupid. He knew what these signs meant, but that didn't mean he had any idea what the fuck to do about them. It was safer to just… be, too cowardly to progress any further. And yet, this felt like a milestone somehow.

“Captain, are you there? John?”

“Rog, yeah… uh. Continue.”

By the time Price had hung up, he had resolved to do something to mark Nik’s birthday. Laswell had coughed up the exact date and then slyly asked why Price was so interested. Her tone suggested she already had a hunch. “141 tradition,” he'd said, before hanging up. Rude, but she'd cope.

He finished some paperwork and turned in for the night, but sleep didn't come easy. His plans played out across the dark ceiling above his head and each time he settled on a course of action, he picked a hundred holes in it and cast it aside.

“Buy him a bottle of vodka and put a bow on your prick,” Simon said over eggs and bacon. The majority of the base was still asleep, with only a few other troopers skulking around the canteen.

Price choked on his gulp of tea and thumped his chest. “Classy, Simon.”

“You’ve been dancin’ round each other for years,” Simon murmured, rubbing at the stubble below the line of his mask. “Best time as any to pull the trigger.”

“Pot. Kettle. Black,” Price said as he stabbed at the bacon on his plate to emphasise each word.

“Fuck off,” Simon grumbled, “sir.”

Price snorted a laugh and they finished the rest of their breakfast in companionable silence. After a session in the gym, a myriad of brain-numbing meetings and supervising some training runs, Price was no closer to shaking out of his decision paralysis. If they were on mission he could have hashed out a plan without taking a breath, but he… didn't want to fuck this up. It felt too important.

Price was left with no choice but to consult professionals.

“Surprise party,” Soap said gleefully, chucking his playing cards onto the coffee table. “In th’ hanger, we invite him over tae ‘discuss an op’,” Soap lifted his fingers to emphasise the spoken quotation marks, “get Laswell tae send the invite.”

Gaz nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, then he won't suspect anything - oh, oh, I've got Farah's number, we can get her in on it. She’ll know if he’ll want anyone else, and… uh, you know, we’ll get clearance.”

“Right,” Price leaned back, arms folded over his chest. “So, what… we need food, and cake.”

“Aye, sir,” Soap said, squinting. “And booze. Gaz an’ I'll sort the logistics, and ye jus’ need tae sort the pressie.”

“We’re on it, sir. Leave it to us.”

The present. Price could do that. No worries.

Two days later, he stared down at the forty item long Amazon wishlist he had titled “Operation Black Hawk” and had no idea what to get. Something that walked the line of funny but sentimental, that said ‘you’re hot as fuck but I'm not desperate but I absolutely wank over you in the shower’.

“Fuckin Christ,” Price whispered at this office ceiling, slouched deep in his chair. He closed his eyes and forced his mind to quiet but for thoughts of Nik. Think, think.

So many conversations, ice tinkling against glass, low chuckles and borish jokes; a warm palm on Price’s shoulder and a smile so toothy it was contagious. Endless memories of time at Nik’s side. There had been that summer Nik had come fishing with him. Just a few days of peace before they both returned to the field. Nik had snoozed through most of it, exhausted by their previous mission, but in between he had surveyed the lake, watching the insects flit across the water.

“Poprygun'ya strekoza, leto krasnoye propela,” Nikolai had murmured.

“Cursing my ancestors?” Price had asked before gulping down a mouthful of beer.

Nik had chuckled. “Nyet, captain. It means a playful prankish Dragonfly, the whole summer have sung out. It is a poem by Ivan Karylov. One of my favourites.”

“Yeah? What's it about?”

“It is a fable...”

“Oh bloody hell, not another Russian morality lesson.”

“Pssh, this is good one. You will like it,” Nik had sat up in his camping chair. “It is about a beautiful dragonfly who spends her summer dancing and resting, while the hardworking ant prepares. When winter comes, she begs the ant for help, but he refuses, because he worked hard and she did not.”

“Harsh but fair. Work hard, play hard, them’s the rules..”

“You see, I knew you would like it. You are an ant. You earn your rest. This,” Nik had gestured at fishing tackle, the camping equipment, and the lake, “is the fruit of your labour, and I am privileged to share it with you, my friend.”

“And I you, mate.”

They had knocked their bottles together and moments later one of Price’s reels had begun spinning out. By that point they'd drunk so much that landing the damn carp had left them both up to their knees in lake water, pissing themselves laughing on the bank. It had been both the worst and best fishing expedition of Price’s life.

Price opened his eyes in the present and grinned at the ceiling, digging his phone out of his pocket. He knew exactly what he was going to get Nik.

The rest of the week sprinted by quicker than a RAF pilot on his way to a champagne dinner, and before he knew it Price was standing on a rickety plastic chair hanging a bloody banner from a rusty nail high on the hanger wall.

“It's wonky, cap,” Gaz said just as Price was climbing down.

“I think you'll find your eyes are wonky, sergeant.”

“Of course, sir. I'll get that sorted.”

Price pressed his hands to the small of his back and glanced around at the preparations. The sergeants had done well. Soap had even managed to draft Simon in on the booze run and there was a healthy selection of spirits on the buffet table by the birthday cake. It was a Colin Caterpillar from Marks and Spencers, one of Nik's favourite shops to visit when he was in the UK, with a joke candle stuck in the top that he wouldn't be able to blow out. Soap's idea.

The majority of Chimera had turned up to mark the occasion, as had a few faces Price recognised from previous ops with other organisations and task forces. Soap had said a few didn't quite pass the bar for security clearance, which wasn't surprising.

It was just as Gaz and Soap were bickering over the playlist that they heard the telltale drum of helicopter blades beat overhead. “Places, places!” Soap crowed from the hanger door, slamming the lights off. Booted feet scuttled across the dusty floor to find hiding places behind the vehicles and crates stacked around the edges, and Price joined Soap by the door.

Several minutes passed, and then… “And you have no idea where the weapons store is?”

“None at all, Nik. Price should have more intel,” Laswell replied. She had rendezvoused with Nik in Germany as part of the plan. Her wife was currently squatting behind a crate with Gaz.

“I hope so or this will be a difficult mission.”

Soap was practically vibrating at Price's shoulder as Nik rounded the corner. He slammed on the lights and everyone erupted from their hiding places on cue. Price didn't miss how Nik’s hand dropped for his sidearm, his eyes blown wide.

“Laswell, what is–?”

“Happy birthday, Nikolai,” she said, walking by to plant a kiss on her wife's cheek.

“I–” Nik glanced around the hanger as he accepted hugs from Gaz and Syd, handshakes from others, still bewildered. “How–?”

“It was th’ captain's idea,” Soap said, jutting his chin at Price. “He told us ye were hittin’ the big five-oh, old man. Ye not gettin’ off that easy.”

“Here, drink,” Simon grunted, pressing a glass into Nik's hand. “I'm startin’ the food, Johnny. I've been patient.”

“Aye, L.T. Bust open th’ sarnies. Farah, th’ ones on the left are halal - aye, bet.”

Nik was drawn into conversation briefly and Price hung back, glancing at the badly wrapped parcel he'd stashed on top of an empty oil container. He was so focused on his internal misgivings that Nik’s hand on his elbow made him startle. “Oi, give me a bloody heart attack…”

“You did this?”

“MacTavish and Garrick did this,” Price said.

Nik, who knew that the 141 did nothing without Price's express permission, grinned toothily. They stood in silence as he surveyed the many faces scattered around the hanger, some shoving sandwiches in their faces while others swigged from freshly open bottles. “I… have never had a birthday party before.”

“What? Not even as a kid?”

Nik shrugged one shoulder. “Nyet, it was not a… priority.” He looked back at Price, dark eyes heavy with something complex and unreadable. “Thank you.”

Price swallowed and tried to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. “You're uh… you're welcome, I… got you something. But, uh…” Before he could wuss out, Price grabbed the poorly wrapped parcel and shoved it into Nik's hands. “Happy birthday.”

Nik set his glass aside. “Your wrapping skills are…”

“Bloody fantastic.”

“...unique.”

“I'll take it.”

Nik huffed a laugh as he tore the brown paper away and flipped the book over in his hands. Price was relieved to see his face brighten. “Aesop’s fables. Captain, this is beautiful…”

To be fair, it was a damn pretty book. The hardcover was illustrated with the animals from the fables, the pages edged in gold, and the inside cover was patterned. You know… posh. And then Nik found the second part, tucked about a quarter of the way through. It was a photograph from their fishing expedition. A rough selfie, with half a fish head in shot where Nik was trying to display their catch, and Price’s face smeared with mud from where he had stumbled onto the bank.

Nik's eyes lingered on it, his fingertips brushing over their grinning faces, and he swallowed.

Price panicked. “I'm sorry, it's shit, I'll uhm–”

Nik pulled him into an embrace that crushed the air from his lungs. There was definitely a stutter in Nik’s chest, and Price wrapped his arms around him in return. If he happened to turn his nose into Nik's neck, and Nik happened to press his face a little closer, then that was fine. More than fine.

Price's toes curled in his boots, his fingers tightened in Nik’s shirt, the aching in his chest becoming that much harder to ignore. “You alright?”

“Da,” Nik said tightly. “I just need a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” Price murmured, closing his eyes as he cradled Nik against him. He didn't mark the time, happy to revel in the warmth of the solid body in his arms, and the smell of Nik's skin, pressed so close Price could feel the thrum of his heartbeat.

When Nik finally pulled away, slightly reddened eyes lingered on Price’s lips before turning to the rest of the party, who were doing a shitty job of pretending they hadn't all been watching. “Later, I would… like to spend some time with you.”

Price didn't want to examine the heat under his skin too closely, lest it be entirely misplaced. “Course.”

“Nik, get over ‘ere tae blow th’ oot before Ghostie eats yer cake’s face!”

Nik tucked his book under his arm and walked over to the buffet table with Price to a horrifically off-key rendition of ‘happy birthday’. Once Nik had worked the candles out, flicking them at Soap with a loud Russian cuss, festivities descended, as they usually did on base, into raucous drinking games and whatever the sergeants decided passed for dancing. Simon lost the Ring of Fire and had to down the filthiest pint Price had ever seen in his life, Laswell thrashed them all at beer pong and Gaz tried to teach Farah how to do the worm. As far as fiftieth birthday parties went, it definitely beat out the village hall knees up.

Later, when the majority of the party had slunk off to dark corners, fallen asleep where they sat or retired in good order, Nik pulled his captain back into his arms and kept him there until the sun rose. Except, this time, they did a damn sight more than talk.

[starburr]

Ok so, Its my nth time talking about d-16 and orion/megatron and optimus. But LIKE WAIT, apart from the last interaction they share. Okay okay listen so. Apart from spitting out "This isn't over... Prime..." In such a venomous and contemptful way at him, we also have to remember he was not only feeling betrayed just seconds ago at Optimus banishing him, but he also renounced the Primes out of his blind anger prior to Optimus' resurrection. In that moment, they are at their weakest, Megatron more so literally as he limps away, and Optimus as he stands there to ponder on what to do now. What now that he's lost his guidance, his friend since he ever took to the mines, slaving days away for a promised future built around a lie that neither of them could have ever seen coming. But now that they have, the separate ways they now take is only gripping him then and there. Even after a fight to a mere surrender, after victorious over Megatron, his victory feels hollow. He lost so much more than a friend that day.

It hits hard with the contrast of their goodbyes. Megatron is still angered and blinded, confused even but holding it in why Optimus betrayed his vision. He can't understand that its his own selfishness underneath the true intention to break free from the oppression he's experienced for so long that when he finally has the power to change that, he lets it get to his head. And that can be felt in that simple yet tired; "This isn't over... Prime..." He's as angry as he is emotionally hurt by it all. He's hurt and so he wants Optimus to feel the hurt, its a twisted way of him calling out to what they once shared, to tell Orion he's doing something stupid again under all that harsh wording. He's distanced himself from the bot he once knew, Orion. The one who was so great and nerdy, so curious about their past. The one he covered for whenever the authorities had business with him, the one who brought him things because he knew he'd like them. Megatronus fanboy and all that, Orion knew what D-16 wanted. And he wanted him to see, they could aim for their own wants together. Now he is nothing more than a memory, somebody he used to know, somebody Megatron has to let go of and renounce as well. Optimus Prime. Speaking of Optimus... He's as gentle as he is stern in that moment. No degrading, no malice in his tone, just regret and sorrow. He simply states the facts as is, the gravity of Megatron's actions that day, and a nudging reminder of who he is to Megatron. A reminder he isn't like Sentinel, that he is a Prime who has proven to make a difference. A Prime who has died for Megatron. The saying "I'll love you till the day that I die" no longer applies because he will always carry that love within him, a love that outweighs the guilt he feels for inadvertently getting in Megatron's way. The day his best friend died, the day D-16 became Megatron. And so he tells him perhaps out of that same guilt and for consolation to take the High Guard with him, he knows how loneliness can be so crippling. He knows Megatron wants to be with like-minded mechs, so he lets him go softly. He breaks it to him in the gentlest way he can, no threats. No time to think about what to do next as he forlornly watches a friend drive away. Honestly? I think TF: One MEGOP as a relationship is summarized by a bunch of mitski lyrics glued together in scrapbook fashion, a little worn around in some parts. Might have some uneven cuttings on the side, a torn corner of a page here and there. But you can tell behind all that, it was made with love. There was deep history to it, and the fact its still maintained means someone's holding onto those pages, someone still wants to remember and hope for what once was to come back to them. Maybe it's Optimus, maybe it's Megatron. Maybe it'll hurt more if they find out both of them still want it, yet can never quite piece it back the way they wanted it to be. It hurts because you can see even without the romantic undertones, these two deeply cared for each other. Shared each other's burdens, conflicting ideas about how to change the world might have put a little dent in their relationship, but everything afterward boiled inside D-16. He was a kettle overflowing and Orion didn't realize it until it was too late.

[ivysangel]

…vampire!jason thoughts… you must provide them im desperate…. -🐞

(ik you probably expected #real smut, honestly i did too but this ended up turning into a whole bunch of lore/headcanons/whatever tf. i'm so sorry bae cw: talks of consuming blood)

you ask, you shall receive. i've been thinking about jason and dick as vampires in relation to each other, so this'll be a post about both of them just for the sake of comparisons. also, in my mind, this au takes place during the 19th century because i've conflated vampirism with the victorian era, and it's also no capes in regards to vigilantism bc vampires do love a good cape.

in this victorian era, vampire au dick would be either a nobleman or straight up royalty. he's got status, money, and a pretty face, and he uses them all to his advantage when it comes to feeding. you know in the originals or itwtv when they host an event that's actually a cover for them finding their next meal? yeah, he does that. he flirts with all of the ladies, plays into his charms, and sweeps women off their feet. and at the end of the night (sometimes even mid-ball), he coaxes them upstairs and ravishes them, sometimes in more ways than one.

i think for dick feeding is something he can have fun with, knowing that he holds such a high ranking in society that when bodies of people he's been seen with show up around town, people turn a blind eye. and even when someone does try to investigate, the wayne family checking account talks enough to shut down anything beyond a questioning.

in many pieces of media surrounding vampires, there are people who know about vampires and choose to feed them their blood. there's a bunch of lore that explores the idea that a vampire bite is almost orgasmic and kind of addictive, which is why some people are more than willing to put themselves in harm's way by either being employed by vampires or by straight up just throwing themselves into a vampires line of sight with open wounds.

with that being said, i think dick grayson likes the chase. i think that even if his father (bruce, who is also a vampire in this au because vampire families are just superior) has people on his payroll to provide blood for them, he's going to go out on his own to flirt a bit, get laid, and then have his fill.

which brings me to my next point; while feeding, like sex, is an intimate act, it's far from necessary for dick to need an emotional connection with a person he feeds off of or even a physical one. sex and feeding are related but not totally synonymous, and if he needs to just feed or just get his rocks off, he can. is it preferred? maybe not. i believe he does like the mess that comes with doing both at the same time.

ok so for jason, ugh so obsessed with him as a vampire because i think it's so in line with his canon story. in a lot of vampire lore, to become a vampire, you have to consume the blood of a vampire and either die or be on the brink of death, which is just so. it's so jason dying and being revived by the lazarus pit coded. and even the way he inevitable that he will spill blood post-revival in both this vampire au and his canon storyline…it's almost prophetic.

anyway, jason's approach to vampirism is quite different. i think he struggles with it no matter how long he's been one. he can't fully grasp that he's immortal; he looks in the mirror and sees that he hasn't aged a day and he feels sick. being a vampire for him feels like a curse and he only continues living because he's scared to die (again).

he doesn't stay anywhere too long, typically hopping from town to town in the middle of the night when less people are around. he believes himself to be out of place amongst normal people and he's paranoid that people can smell the iron on his breath when he talks to them so he makes it a point to have minimal interaction with people.

it's crippling, he drives himself mad with the solitude, but i feel like another reason why he continues to stay alive is to spite his creator, whoever that may be. he's most definitely got an agenda, in true jason fashion. i just don't know what it is yet.

he feeds only when he needs to but tries not to let the hunger get too intense because i do feel like when he loses control, he's the stefan salvitore type. a ripper. but he's pretty good about it and is almost polite when he's feeding? like he finds a victim and says i'm sorry before just absolutely tearing into their jugular.

i just really think he grapples with his own mortality, or lack thereof, and how it exists at the expense of others. so he is genuinely ashamed of who he is and what he's become. so, while blood drinking is something he needs to survive, it holds a lot of weight for him, which is why i think drinking blood and sex are pretty equal for him when it comes to intimacy level.

that brings me to my MAIN point (which isn't really a main point because it's being reduced to a small paragraph at the end of this post), all of that was background for this, eek. the act of drinking blood during sex is so. big. for him, it's eye-opening, life-changing. the amount of trust required on both ends for this to happen…at that point, it's basically end game for you two. and it's so funny because that's just a normal tuesday for dick.

anyway, i do have more thoughts and more lore, but this got really long, so i'll cut it off here

[the2020haikyuuphase]

kagehina headcanons

the first week they were in karasuno together and dropping gay ass lines like "when i'm here you're invincible" and shit everyone in the club would just stop what they're doing and clock them.

but back then no one really knew each other because the first years were new to the club so everyone was too nice to say anything about it– EXCEPT gay ass tsukishima but kageyama and hinata always ignore him so

and then everyone just gradually became used to their BS and wouldn’t react. but every time they had a game and were acting like That the players on the opposing team would be like ‘??? tf going on here? explain why ur first years are acting like That??’ so karasuno would have to be reminded

kageyama getting cute aggression with hinata but not knowing what it is

hinata feeling stronger every time kageyama was near and thinking it's because kageyama treats him as an equal

kageyama and hinata planning on hanging out to do mostly volleyball-related stuff in high school but then it bleeding into their personal life. study sessions that do not help them at all (it's the blind leading the blind), dinner with the hinatas where hinata and kageyama are forced to play dolls with natsu. dinner at the kageyamas where hinata gets a haircut from miwa. going to eat out together but having no pocket change to do so (definition of broke fifteen year olds) so they try to find the cheapest vending machines.

everyone just assumed they'd get together eventually through high school because these boys were so obviously obsessed with each other. but then they never did and they stayed in the weird but comfortable in-between and confused the shit out of everyone

neither hinata or kageyama are romance-driven individuals at ALL so they never found out they had feelings for each other because they were just not fussed to dissect it. there's so much in their relationship that lays on top of their romantic love for each other that they find much more important

i think it isn't until they unofficially 'split' up that they realise 'actually i think i might be in love with this guy' but even then there's more important things then their love for each other. it doesn't shake them to their core or anything, it's just a bit heartbreaking because now they're apart and they only just came to terms with it.

funnily enough, they're not the type to be overthinking what the other is doing or getting jealous or possessive in the long interim. they know each other so well– they know exactly what the other would be doing and they respect it because they understand implicitly why their choices need to be made. it would have been the loss of understanding that would have really scared them, but they’re such soulmates i seriously doubt they would ever lose that

they are so secure in their relationship. they sort of implicitly know that at the end of the day, they'll be Them again because there's not really another option. all roads will lead back to each other. no one else completes and challenges the other like they do. so even though it can be painful, and there's a lot of obstacles through it all, life is long and winding and eventually they know they'll find the other again.

i think they would get with other people (especially i can see hinata doing that, i headcanon kageyama as demisexual so i think there would be less desire to experiment on his side) after high school and experiment and find out what they like and stuff. but they're always each other's number one.

yeah soulmatism at its finest

what WOULD hurt them is seeing the same sort of indescribable connection replicated by the other with someone else. it doesn't have to be romantic (it usually isn't), but knowing that other people have the privilege of growing beside the person they love above all else, but their dream forces them to be apart would def open up some wounds

nothing excites them more than playing against each other. it doesn't matter if its on the world stage or in someone's backyard

they have crazy eye sex through the net and everyone thinks they're freaks. straight teenage boys think they hate each other and make tiktok edits of their rivalry with brazillian phonk in the background. others just think they act gay for clout (loud incorrect buzzer)

probably had a impromptu makeout sesh in the locker rooms a few times. then they act completely normal after

their sisters fw them so bad. miwa and natsu text each other just to complain about how long it's taking for them to just... get married

kageyama offers to train natsu with volleyball a lot and offer her tips. miwa glams hinata up for special events on the house

when kageyama and hinata verse each other in a home game their families link up at one of their houses just to watch over dinner and after the game both kagehina go home together and just eat a late meal at whoever is hosting that night. they're arguing the entire time but it's chill

kagehina gets brand deals with rival companies alllllll the time

i think they actually start officially dating MUCH later in life. towards the end of their careers or after their careers as volleyball players. but at that point they've been in an unofficial relationship for twenty or so years and they act like it too.

idk if marriage and kids is for them tbh but i don't think it's necessarily out of the cards. i just think they'll be too distracted to settle for a long while. they have to practice extra long on how to be two functional adults. if they do get married i can see them being like... seventy when it happens haha

[nightfalltales]

allow me to distract you

parings: ceo!nanami kento x employee!gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + oral sex (giving) + office sex +  rough sex + lots of praise; mentions of yelling (bullying) + satosugu are boyfriends your honor; dom!nanami + sub!gn reader; explicit

summary: some fucker believes that he can yell at you and geto just because you unintentionally bumped into him. luckily, your boyfriend, nanami, comes by to save the both of you. nanami will then show you how much that scumbag’s remarks will not mean anything to you in his dimly lit office. 

word count: 3.7k+

author’s note: i was talking to my pookie wookie & she mentioned if i ever wrote nanami so i dedicate this post to her !! i love nanami sm why tf haven’t i wrote about him yet. also this happened to me irl expect i defended myself and turns out he was drunk but thank god, i made it home safe with my friend (please be careful when going out in public)

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

it was a long day at work in the office, but you’re so glad the day has come to an end. everyone in the office is packing up and getting ready to head out for the weekend where they can relax. despite everything, you were actually happy though since you promised your loving boyfriend that you both will have a dinner date after work. 

everyone knows that you're dating the ceo of the office, but then again, people have lives and should respect one other's privacy. given the fact that many perceive him as a frightening guy, he nonetheless treats you with the same kindness and fairness that he shows to his staff. however, when you're alone, he treats you like royalty, taking care of your household duties when you're exhausted and supporting you with the work despite your insistence that you do everything solo. as long as you give him your heart and love to him, that’s all he wants. 

“ready to leave, y/n?” a voice asked behind you. it was geto, your friend. 

“yeah.” you nod your head. “i need a break. you?”

geto chuckles. “wish i could say the same.”

“how come?” 

“gojo and i promised each other a date and his idea of a date is to go to a bar..”

you chuckled. “i’m guessing your boyfriend needs to ‘unwind’, huh?”

geto playfully rolls his eyes. “you could say that..”

you both then headed to the hallway where geto would drop you off at nanami’s office so that you could go on the promised date with him. you and geto had been talking about how your days had gone and him complaining about how clingy his lover gets when he's drunk. 

however, you were carrying such a heavy bag that you were blind to the fact that it had unintentionally bumped into a man who was passing by.

you quickly realized and turned your head to the man. “i’m so sorry about that, sir.” 

“tch, you should be sorry!” the man spat at you. 

you and geto halted as the man turned his attention to you. he doesn’t look like he works here. 

“you think you can just bump into me and get away with it?”

“i apologize, sir, i didn’t mea-”

“god, just shut the hell up! i bet you bumped into me on purpose, huh?”

geto intervened right away. “sir, they just didn’t see you. they have no intention o-”

the man laughed. “oh so now they have a lousy bodyguard to protect them, i see how it is.”

you didn’t know how to act. you didn’t mean to bump into him on purpose. all you want to do is grab hold of yourself and bolt with geto to get out of this situation. and geez, what’s up with this guy making a big deal?

“listen, they bumped into me so that they could humiliate me? well i’m not having it! they’re just a waste of space, wanting to humiliate anyone and everyone.” the man continued as he pointed his finger at you. “you should be humiliated instead! you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude! if i were your boss, i would fire you and get you banned from even stepping foot into this establishment!” 

you could feel tears pouring up to your eyes. you didn't mean to bump into him so that he could yell at you for being so ashamed in this place. geto notices and makes an effort to soothe the irate man, but it doesn't appear to be working as he keeps babbling about how embarrassing you are. god, you've had a long day and, particularly now, you really need a break. 

“is everything all right here?” a deep soothing voice came from behind you. you turn to see your beloved boyfriend, nanami. you wanted to sprint up to him and let it all out in his arms.

nanami glanced at the man who’s still babbling about you after noticing your tears. the man quickly noticed nanami. 

“HEY! you the boss?” he questioned. 

nanami kept his cool despite seeing you in tears. he knew the man made you upset because of his loud tone. “yes, sir. is something wrong?” 

“oh finally! fire this brat here!” he pointed at you. “they bumped into me on purpose and they shouldn’t work here. matter of fact, they shouldn’t even belong here! also while you’re at it, fire this good-for-nothing’s terrible bodyguard here!” 

you were unable to contain it at that point. you turn your head toward the wall as you weep, making an effort staying quiet. geto clenched his fist and jaw but kept his cool. he turned to you and comforted you by giving you a gentle shoulder rub. 

nanami saw and he wanted to wipe away your tears with his hands. he wanted to wipe them all. you shouldn’t shed tears over a loser who made offense at you accidentally bumping into him. he reached your face in an attempt to console you, but you covered it with your hands. he feels bad seeing you in this state. 

in his head, he wants to hurt the man who’s mistreating his employees like this, especially you. no one should treat you like this, no one should treat other human beings like garbage. it was unacceptable. 

geto swiftly explained to him what had happened. nanami became even more enraged at the idea of that man yelling at his employees, especially you, just because you accidentally bumped into him. nanami nodded at geto and then approached the man. the man took a step back, dwarfed by nanami’s intense gaze. 

“i see you’ve made a big deal out of an inadvertent bump with one of my employees.” nanami’s gaze penetrated through the man’s eyes.

“h-huh?” the man stammered, being afraid of nanami’s glare. “b-but they did it on purpo-”

“on purpose or not, you have no right to yell at my employees like that.” nanami cut him off. 

you’re done wiping your tears on your sleeves as nanami continues on, and you turn to look at the man and notice that his face is getting white. serves him right. and as you were aware, nanami is usually displeased or even furious when he interrupts someone. 

abruptly, a few well-suited security officers approached behind nanami.

“you want him away, boss?” one of them asked. you notice geto putting his phone away— guess he was the one contacting the security as he comforted you. 

nanami gestured with a nod and a finger at the man. “before you’re escorted out of my building, apologize to my employees.” 

“but-” the man remarked before backing up more as nanami got closer to him. 

“now.” nanami’s tone grew stern and demanding. “don’t squander their time and mine.” 

the man immediately fell to his knees in front of you and geto after being shaken to his very core. “i-i apologize for making a big deal out of you bumping into me! please forgive me!”

he looks so pathetic. geto gave a “tch,” but forgave him and you exhaled deeply. 

“you’re forgiven.” you folded your arms.

later, the security dragged him away as he appeared ashamed to be lectured by the company's ceo. that’s right. it’s him who ought to feel ashamed for creating such a fuss, not you.

but the grief from his comments remains. you're not sure why. perhaps those remarks still affect you since you had a difficult day. or perhaps.. he was right—you felt ashamed to work here. maybe even an embarrassment.

“suguru.” nanami turns his head at both you and geto. you both straighten yourself. 

“yes, sir?” geto asked. 

“you should head home, you deserve a break after what happened.” 

“i will. thank you, sir.” geto nods. he then patted you on the shoulder before turning to leave so both you and nanami have more privacy. nanami then glances down at you and you jump a little, his gaze can still make you feel uneasy.

you try to apologize in order to break the ice. “i’m so sorry, sir.. i didn’t mean-”

“do you think we can continue this conversation in my office?” he asked. you notice his attention shifting to the right and when you looked, some people were staring at you and nanami. crap, they must’ve seen what happened. 

you nod as both you and nanami walk down through the hallway to reach the elevator and to his office. once you both reached there, he contacted his personal assistant, ijichi, to cancel the remaining meetings for the day since he had personal matters to deal with, which is you. it was peaceful and quiet when you two entered; a dimly lit office radiates comfort. he placed his phone on his desk, helped you in setting your bag down next to it, and urged you to have a seat so you could tell your side of the story.

he listened. he’s always listening to you. he hears your sobs, how you apologize to the man and how that man didn’t take shit from your apologies. 

while you were explaining, nanami's jaw and hand tensed, something you missed to notice. how dare he yell at you and call you names just because you bumped into him? he considers those idiots to be garbage. he noticed your tears when you were explaining. were you genuinely convinced that his words were accurate?

"y/n, i'm so sorry you have to put up with that bastard." nanami sighed, wishing the man would suffer more consequences. 

“thank you for saving both geto and me..” you exhaled as you finished providing your side of the story. “and i’m sorry that i bumped into that man.”

nanami went silent for a few seconds but continued on. 

“y/n, people make common mistakes, especially bumping into someone. yes, you bumped into him by accident and you apologize, but that man made a big deal out of it. he shouldn’t yell at you and geto like that just because of that situation.”

you look up at him. “really?”

“it’s not your fault, y/n.” he nods. “please.. don’t blame yourself for it.” 

he’s right. it’s not your fault. but.. why do the man's words still haunt you? 

“you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude!”

nanami is aware of your inability to go past the man's remarks. then a thought flashed into his mind. if you choose not to heed his consoling remarks, you will nonetheless be able to hear him through his words and, more importantly, by his deeds. he rose from his chair and approached you. you arched an eyebrow and gazed at him, puzzled, until all of a sudden you felt like you were being lifted off the chair and onto his desk. he moved closer to you, kicking the chair out of the way and putting his entire frame between your legs.

you swallowed without understanding what he was doing, but you could feel him kissing you, feeling his lips meeting yours, his hands reaching up to the back of your neck to intensify the kiss, the way he rubs against you swiftly and feels beneath your pants. 

“y/n..” he groans, breaking the kiss. “if you still feel guilty, allow me.. to distract you.”

“distract..?” you asked, panting heavily from the kiss. 

“yes.. will you let me touch you further?” you could feel his bulge and his firm grip intensifying, his hands now roaming your waist. 

he asks. he always asks. your comfort should come first when it comes to having sex. you nod and ask, “is your office soundproof?” 

nanami reached for the button on his desk to lock his office door. “now it should be.” 

you felt him carefully taking off each of your clothes as you drew him in closer for a kiss. he loves to savor the moment. knowing that his love is genuine, you whimpered as soon as you felt his warm touch against your skin. he gently grabbed your wrists as you attempted to take off his clothes by holding onto the blazer and pulling it out of him.

"let me do it.” he murmured, his voice growing raspier.

you moaned as he released his hold on your wrists and buried a kiss on your lower jaw. 

“don't worry about me, y/n. i’ll be concentrating on you. you don’t need to do anything right now."

with one arm, you heard him unbuckle his belt to remove his pants, and you felt him remove your top with the other, leaving you bare. nanami then catches both of your wrists, swiftly removes his silk tie from his shirt to bind them, and lowers you on his desk as you bury yourself in embarrassment, feeling your body and cheeks burn in the dark. feeling the cold glass against your skin makes you gasp, yet nanami's warm body from above soothes you. 

then, panting fervently, nanami removed his blazer and quickly unbuttoned his shirt while maintaining eye contact with you. you moaned as he took off his boxers and displayed his massive cock with loads of precum, leaving you to wonder how long he had been waiting. you looked away, preparing yourself for him, but as you felt his cock grind against you, he lowered himself to you and grabbed your chin to face him.

"nanami.." you whimpered, wanting him to fuck you already. 

“are you ready, y/n?” he asked.

you couldn’t wait anymore. you press up against him, hearing his seductive groan escape his throat.  

“yes, please..” you begged.

you thought he’s gonna take you here, but not yet. he had to get you prepared– prepared for the pleasure, prepared for him in particular. he will undoubtedly distract your mind from that man's insulting words.

he stood up and moved to kiss your thighs from below. you writhed as his wet, warm lips traveled up your thigh and onto that sensitive area of you– sensing his lips on yours. 

then without a blink, nanami then began to lick you, probing you with his tongue. you clasped your hands on your mouth to silence yourself.

the moment nanami starts to lick and suck you more quickly, your whole body trembles. his groans vibrate against you as his nose rubs against your sensitive areas. as if he were a starving guy, he’s essentially feasting on you. his name practically cried out of your muffled mouth. no matter how much you try to stop him, he will not stop until you are ready for him. it makes no difference how tightly you close your thighs. it's almost as if your legs are made of jelly from the overwhelming stimulation. 

you felt your stomach getting tighter and tighter, your body getting hotter and hotter beneath your muffled mouth, until at last you lost it. as you came, his mouth and chin were coated with your own juices. your chest heaves uncontrollably from the overstimulation as he laps at you eagerly, wanting a taste of your cum.

you can see he isn't quite content as your face flushes when you catch a glimpse of him. there's still hunger in his eyes. he is committed to capturing your attention—and yours alone.  

“i’m not done yet.” he panted in a low, grating voice.

and you're eventually here, biting your lip to contain your moans as you feel the intensity of nanami's thrusts inside you. and it appears you forgot his office is soundproof. nanami leans down to give you a kiss while your arousal is still in his lips.

"don't hide." nanami groans, feeling your warm walls squeezing him.

your voice is what nanami loves to hear the most when he makes love to you. as you felt him becoming larger, he lowered himself to gently suck your neck, your voice turning him on more and more.

"you're making me feel this way," he moans, breathing more heavily. 

“w-wha..?” you asked, feeling his warm breath on your neck. 

"allowing me to be the way i am around you. how much you turned me on, you know that?"

you squirmed, gripping his shoulders more as you became more vocal as you felt him stroking and pounding you. 

“n-namami..!”

“that’s it, y/n.. let it all out. let me hear you.”

you held onto him more tightly, unable to contain yourself any longer. nanami smirked as you screamed his name and he continued to mark your chest.

"look at how fucking gorgeous you are, y/n.” nanami spoke to you in such a way that you swear you felt like you were in heaven. with your thoughts numbed, all you could do was utter his name endlessly. 

“fuck.. i never regret having you here at my building.”

 you gazed at him genuinely as his words awakened you. did he really mean that?

"nanami." you whimpered, unsure if you should embrace him or cry in his arms right now. "am i always embarrassing you at least?" you added, wanting to hear more from him.

nanami left another mark on your neck by nipping you fiercely and giving you a hard thrust inside of you. you cried out as you felt his cock almost sinking more and deeper into you.

“never y/n, no, you never make me feel embarrassed." you drew him in closer, kissing him as a thank you.

you love him because he never tells you lies—his words are always accurate—you love him because he lets you be who you are around him, and you love that he says he never regrets meeting you and that you have never made him feel embarrassed. you could feel your eyes welling up with tears. not out of pain, but comfort. nanami gave you a kiss on your tears and grinned, the kind of smile he saves for no one else—not for his friends or acquaintances—but for you right now.  

his words quickly cause you to forget what the man said. you come to the conclusion that his remarks no longer pain you and that he's just a stranger you'll never see again. nanami’s prediction that he was going to distract your thoughts came true. 

“i love you, nanami!” you blurted out as you felt your high intensifying and his words sinking in. “i love you! i love you..!”

nanami chuckles with his hoarse voice. “i love you too, y/n. never forget that.”

nanami’s thrusts and strokes became rougher as your high approached, as you clawed his back to hold on to him. guess he’s getting close too.

“fuck y/n..” he moaned. “are you close?”

“y-yes!” you moaned. “i’m close! i’m close!” 

“then go ahead and cum, y/n. i got you.”

as you descended from your high, you cried out his name while cumming onto nanami’s fingers and feeling all of his warm cum inside of you. nanami groans loudly and moans your name as he came inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him and your cum finally coating his fingers and cock. you both panted as you sank onto his desk, and you whined a little as he slowly withdrew.   

when you noticed him sucking your cum from his fingertips, your flush got even hotter. he chuckled softly as he realized. he bent down once more to plant a kiss on you, allowing you to taste yourself once again. 

gazing into one other's eyes, you both release the hold on each other. 

“you think we can still go to our promised date?” you asked.

“are you asking me after our wonderful moment?” he grinned.

“y-yeah, just asking..” 

after giving it some thought, nanami asked, "is it possible for our scheduled date to double? i want to see how geto is handling his well being in light of what transpired. if you would still like to go to our primary promised date, that is acceptable.”

you gave a hurried nod. “actually i wanna see how he’s holding up too.” 

since you were having difficulty feeling your legs, nanami assisted you in putting on your clothes, and you made an effort to assist him as well. once you're both dressed, you give geto a call to check if he's still in the bar. it was fortunate for you both that geto was still there, enjoying food with gojo and shoko. shoko was also present in the bar, where she rapidly became a third wheel for the two of them.

nanami draped your bag over his broad shoulders and carried you bridal style. you two had no trouble leaving the building because, fortunately, nobody else was present. after that, nanami contacted his driver to arrange for him to grab you both and take you to the bar where gojo, geto, and shoko were hanging out. nanami assisted you in fixing your messed-up self during that period as the car picked you both up.

nanami carried you inside the bar even after you both arrived, where you both saw gojo consuming alcohol irrationally from the front at the booth table. geto and shoko both gave him a weary expression. you snicker at what you see. 

“having fun?” you teasingly asked. both geto and shoko shook their heads to you. 

“please save us.” geto sighed, taking a swig from his glass.

“getoo, i love youu~” gojo slurred. 

“i love you too, but you’re drunk right now.” 

nanami and you each had a seat saved when shoko patted the area next to hers. nanami seats you in between him and shoko. geto was trying to talk gojo out of drinking across from you. 

“y/n, whatever your alcohol tolerance is, please don’t be as overstimulated as him.” shoko giggled. 

“i won’t.” you grinned, taking the ambience. 

after that, you all enjoyed the bar food, with nanami feeding you, shoko going about her business, gojo being a clumsy man, and geto grudgingly lending a hand. 

you forgot about the man from the previous ugly remarks and were quickly replaced by nanami and this cozy moment. you appreciated this night with free beverages and free food that is paid by both geto and nanami. nanami responded enthusiastically to your prompt kiss on his cheek with a kiss on your forehead. he may do it with people he feels comfortable with around him, and that's with them right now. you are aware of and appreciate his lack of interest in pda. 

and with that, you all enjoyed this fantastic night together as you all toast a wonderful evening. 

[thesupernaturalhouse]

I like to think, in the hazbins fallen au, the girls have a tranquilizing gun specifically for whenever Seviathan tries to show his face

Vaggie and Emily are more than happy to take shots

Charlie:......*peeks through blinds*

Seviathan: charlieeeeee

Charlie:....*close blinds*....this is why we have a tranq gun- Em can you go tell- oh

*zooms out to show vaggie and Emily already holding the tranq guns, Vaggies trying to hide a smile while Wmily is practically bouncing in place*

Charlie:....have fun?

*In the background*

Angle:...tf???

Husk: I don't even bother anymore.

Angle: That's because you're a sad old man behind a bar counter due to smiles

Husk: I hate you

Angle: love you to baby

[angellurgy2]

Pull The Trigger

your favourite freak's writing agaain! you ever wanted to read a story about a homophobic gamer boy getting doxxed and raped? well here u go! ^-^ part two coming soon

cw: noncon, forced gay, slurs, shit like that

sandstone brick, towering ahead. trapped in a corner, waiting, ak-47 comfortable in hand. listening, watching, pixel-perfect gaze. the soft pitter patter of booted footsteps approaching on sand. spin, shoot before you see. three shots of triple-round burst to centre mass. dead. 

multiple pings hit the wall ahead of him, pelted at while his back was turned. losing health rapidly. he flicks and sends his barrel spinning 180 in the opposite direction, blind trading fire. 

he screams into his bulky turtle beach headphones as the body in front of him ragdolls, screen blurring with bloody low health warnings. “YEAAAH FAGGOT, YOU LIKE THAT?”

he’s swiftly popped into the win screen, all chat and winner microphones switched on to offer a chance to flaunt or whine. 

[ALL] TriggerFinger: get GUD fags i’ll wipe u in the next one 2 lmao

[ALL] XxxGr1mR3eaperxxX: dude you suck u just got lucky

[ALL] TriggerFinger: i bet u kno a lot about sucking huh?

[ALL] TriggerFinger: just like your MOM

trigger clicks on to queue for the next game, a satisfied gleam plastering his face as everyone else is gone to the aether.

in the top left of his screen as loading screens trawl pops a message from an unfamiliar user. not on his friends list, rather it looks like they’re in the ‘recently played with’ section. probably just another noob coming to rage.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: that was pretty rude, you know.

‘ThAt WaS pReTtY rUde-’ what a beta.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: why shld i care? get a life faggot. lmao

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: you really shouldn’t talk to people like that.

this guy’s clearly got some form of retardation keeping him from getting the hint. but trigger’s got better shit to do. the loading screen for this game always takes so long. he grabs a pack of shrimp tempura cup ramen off the nearby shelf and fills it with day-old water from his water bottle, shoving it in the microwave for a couple minutes. he numbly trawls through social media feeds, doomscrolling the beautiful faces on instagram before that gets boring, then the stale porn on twitter, then the ragebait on 4chan. nothing satisfying his appetite except this one clip of some guy eating shit on his first try skateboarding, which too is ethereal in the drips of serotonin it gives.

ding!

he grabs his soppy steaming meal and brings it back over to his computer, stirring it with a stray fork before moving back into the screen. the first thing he sees is another message from the same person as before. he rolls his eye and opens the notification.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: this you? 78.222.0.13

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: TF?? 

he thinks he’s so cool. trigger quickly tabs over to chrome, typing into the address bar ‘whats my ip ad-’ before it autofills. he clicks in, praying for the release of the little ball of stress slowing spreading in his chest. only to have it implode. IPv4… 78.222.0.13

ok. well, he’s probably just trying to scare you. theres not much you can do with a few numbers. he remembers the streamers he’s watched being ddos’ed and how freaked out they’d always get. he can’t find that humour in the angered horror on their faces now, though.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: thats not my fuckin IP asshole. ur not funny

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: i think it’s pretty funny.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: see you soon :)

trigger looks around his surroundings. nothing around, just the same open bland studio basement. mattress on the floor, check. couch, check. tv, check. tiny window that shows literally nothing but a foot of grass? check. its hard for him to hide the scowl of hatred at this empty rotting enclosure. shit, did you lock the door? he runs up and flicks it locked like how a child runs up the stairs when they’re scared a monsters behind them. not because of this ‘specter’ though. just normal precaution. he wouldn’t let another man take up space in his mind like that.

trigger sits. unable to pull his focus enough to start another game, or to divest himself entirely. stuck in a limbotic resting space. he grabs the monster can sitting on his desk - one of many - and pours it down his throat with anxious franticity. after staring at the screen for long enough, with nothing else he can see to do, he types.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: What r u talking about? fuckin weirdo

10 minutes pass.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: hello?

nothing at all. empty threats and childish games. who puts in that much effort just to cause a little scare? freak, probably a faggot too.

he sighs and switches over to spotify, plugging his favourite XXXtentacion album into his grindy bluetooth speaker and grabbing a pre-roll from his weed drawer. a rusted old lighter folds between his fingers. flick, flick. hot choking mist fills his mouth and then suffuses his screen as he blows it back into the stale air. he lies idly spinning in his gaming chair, puffing until its gone and until the words leave his head. empty.

but not for long, apparently.

a resoundingly loud knocking thuds at his door. earthquaking enough to shake him out of his seatlock. but the tremors remain, rocking through his veins. he gingerly lowers his eye to the peephole. a short man looks up from a foot away, holding some sort of black bag. this is it trigger, time to man up. he paces back with soft steps, pulling a steak knife from the block and holding it behind his back. no more games, this is real life. no more being harassed by that bitch landlord, no more bad looks when mom and dad visit. when the police find him beaten and you on top you won’t have to feel bad anymore.

he opens the door.

“Hello. uber for trig?”

he doesn’t remember ordering any food, was he really that faded?

“it’s… trigger. but that’s me, yeah.”

the man passes trigger an unlabelled brown bag from the bigger unlabelled black bag. something liquid seeps out of the corner.

“have a great night, sir!” 

trigger tosses the bag onto the table already scattered with trash. throwing the knife onto the counter along with it. being paranoid is the sign of a weak mind, you need energy. he thinks about the shrooms his bro gave him a couple weeks back, saved for a special occasion in a box under his bed. the devil and angel on his shoulders scream.

he examines the food. taco bell crunchwrap and spilled soda, amazing. he begins to clean it up right as a CLFBKGBNJ clanging from the kitchenette behind his back rings out. he turns to see a tall, muscley imposing man already towering over him from there. backing up slowly, like hes a blind animal that’ll pounce at any moment. 

“hey there.”

“hi???” his words spit out with a spiteful acidity, tantrumic. 

“you must be trigger.” his monotone face twists upwards into a cruel mockery of a smile. he examines trigger up and down, who shivers at being ogled like meat.

he hears his dad in his head. puff up your chest, faggot. you can’t let people walk over you like a little bitch all the time. he straightens his back, stops retreating. his voice mimics a tough deepness.

“you need to g-get the fuck out of my house.” 

specter tilts his head with curiosity. trigger can feel the aftershocks of monster and adrenaline crumpling his heart as he looks into the intruders eyes. a dark jade gazes back, blank. empty. like null space inside his skull, giving off only the aesthetic of a watching being. beyond the entrancing holes, partially hidden behind curtains of frayed brown locks, a jagged scar cuts through his face, curved and serrated with the impression of its assailant. 

“it’s not really your house though, is it?” 

trigger stares back dumbly. specter lifts up a chiseled arm and knocks on the roof, indicating where the landlord resides. “it’s theirs, really.” he takes a step forward.

“what’s your fucking problem man?”

another step back. guarding facade broken as quickly as it was put up. you’re weak. pathetic. he can smell it on you, just like they all can.

“here to give you an attitude adjustment.” he says it so monotone, like reading a script. as if you should know what that means. specter gives a wide scan of the interior. sizing up your crime scene? this won’t be going the way you think it will, buddy. “this is a pretty shit place you got here”

“not any more shit than the goon cave you probably got, bitch” 

the molded smile on specter’s face drops in a second. in 3 sudden steps forward he closes most of the gap between them, the air between the two grows cold. trigger has no choice but to back up more to keep the feeling of safety. the distance between handler and beast, but there’s no leash here. and there’s no medic to save him.

“listen.. s-specter? right?” he looks into those dead eyes with a quiver hes kept hidden for so long.  “i'm sorry i insulted you or- or whatever i didn’t mean it okay? that’s just online shit, this isn’t real.”

specter takes another wordless step, and trigger hits the wall. this isn’t real.

“why so quiet all of a sudden?” his hand reaches out and cups triggers chin, his face too frozen with animalistic chemicals to react. forcing trigger’s weak inebriated gaze to meet his, dead yet malevolent. “are you scared of me?”

trigger spits in his face. “you- couldn’t. scare me.”

untrimmed nails dig sharply into the base of his skull. “i will.”

“my dads the chief of police. you don’t wanna do this.” he tries to put on monotone the best he can, head as swirly with emotions as it is.

specter chortles. “no he’s not”

the music emanating from trigger’s desk scratches hard as it changes into a fast-paced track. specter’s eyes and ears twitch in its direction like a bat.

“this is what you listen to?” his smile almost looks genuine this time. he gestures at the ground below them. “stay here.”

he turns and moves to walk past trigger, when he jumps into action, leaping at the man with a guttural yell.  “AA-”

immediately cut off by searing blunt force ripping through his gut, sending him crumpling to the floor with the force of extraneous gravity. so you’re a warlock, subclassed into gravitational magic, is that it? he gets up onto his hands and knees, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to the dirty linoleum floors. he chokes on each breath he tries to take in. the pain is unlike anything his soft and unexplored body has experienced before. 

specter walks away to the booming speaker, pulling out a black rectangle from the pocket of the black jeans sticking to his legs.. the speakers switch to a new track, unfamiliar to his ears. some kind of aggressive rapping, underscored by a metallic sharp noise groove. he tries to listen for words, analyzing the rhythm and slotting it with memories of other songs to try and figure out what it is. but before he can comprehend the first words to come out, a rigid boot crashes into the side of his ribs.

dazed on the ground, heaving for the little pieces of air that’ll fit through his trachea, cartoons birds twirling over his head as he stares up into the ceiling. 

a sharp sound cuts through his stupor. “you’re funny” says specter, “i really thought you’d have more fight in you.”

PHWACK. the sound of some elastic material slapping against skin, a black glove clinging to specter’s boney hand.

trigger’s shocked by the feeling of cold on his bare stomach, face twisting with rage but the rest of the body betrays him with frozen fear. specter begins to slowly lift triggers shirt, feeling up his concave flesh with rubber digits.

specter flinches back as a red handprint manifests on his cheek. i wasnt even thinking i didnt mean to i just-

a vice grip takes hold of his windpipe, holding it hostage. the hand begins to rise upwards, holding him against a wall that wasnt there two seconds ago, and then he has to fight with his noodlish body to stand up before it rips his throat right out. “you’re so weak. how did you make it so long, bullying people like that?” his other hand then puts itself to use. the cold rises up triggers body slow and nerve-wracking. he tries not to feel it and to just keep his eyes on him. the tangible, hurtable, beast. 

his mind lags from his body, not realizing he’s on the ground before he already is. terrifyingly strong knees spreading his legs apart ever so slightly, invading hand-shaped ghosts pinning him into the dirty floor face-first. months of uncaring habitation coming back to bite him in the ass all at once. his eyes jump from little pieces of dust and crumbs, filling his vision more than their existence is intended for. brought low with the trash. maybe you should’ve listened to mom.

a bottle squirts loudly out of his sight. he tries to spin his head around but he’s just met with increased pressure on his neck, pinning him down like meat on a butcher’s table. fuck this. thrashing out with all the strength in his limbs- it forces specter to change up his positioning, but even then you can’t make a single scratch, slapping at this very real intruder like a whiney little girl. 

“stop it.” he says it like he’s talking to a petulant child, dry and tired.

“fuck you! get off me!” 

a rubbery object shoves itself down his throat as he opens his mouth to yell more obscenities. fingers ripping open his jaw, dispelling his pleas into inhuman garbling.  

“reht rre throo!” 

he looks around, there has to be something he can do. everything is dark blobs because of his eyes wetting from the fingers assault of his uvula. heavy whispers assault the back of his neck, venom in his blurred ears. “i could take out a tooth. how about that?”

he shakes his head, as much as he can crushed between these manly hands. 

water trickles down from the corners of his eyes. fuck, don’t let him see you crying, that’s the ultimate defeat. man card revoked. the only benefit of this positioning is that only the tile can see your face’s treason.

the hand abruptly leaves and moves back to the rest of his body. not preferable, but at least now his eyes will stop coating themselves in water. there has to be something on this floor somewhere if he can look. 

blood coats his vision. bloody floor, bloody nose, face shoved into a pool of it. he can feel his nose contort under the hard material, head bouncing off it with a loud crack.

‘look’, you shouldve known better. thousands of hours of experience watching torture scenes in COD, and you think he’s gonna give you a break? you’re not the shooter like you thought you were, you’re just the dead russian snitch. 

slender hands dip under the waistband of his sweatpants, threatening with slow dragging downwards. fuck, he is a fag. so much screaming in his head, be a man be strong fight back faggot stop being a fucking BETA. but the weak trembling in every inch of his nervous system won’t let go. the part that knows what you are. weak little soyboy. shit, was it the burger king? he looks at the softness of his tiny arms splayed out in front of him, thinking back to all those impossible whoppers he had during that first (and last) year of college. sure there were the conspiracies but- he had to lose some weight and it was right next to his dorm and surely a little bit of hormonal meat couldn’t hurt anyone. well, apparently not. he shudders at the thought of all those tiny little girl particles running around in his bloodstream.

coldcoldcoldcoldcold fuck. something cold and wet drips down his ass, sending rippling twitches through his body. something small pokes and prods, forcing the wet inside, already he feels speared through, he has to purposefully hold his face together to not burst into open sobbing. 

“shhh sh sh. it’s okay. you’ll take it.” 

it pulls out, a hot emptiness filling all feeling. another squirt, and more wetness shoved so deep he cant handle in the choking cries. “please. please don’t. i don’t- i’m not-” cut off by the finger pulling out again, leaving his hole gaped. “Fuck stop im not gay pleasepleasepleasepl”

a sweaty palm wraps over his mouth.

something warm and hard and fleshy begins to rub circles around his hole. pressing up so close his breath hitches in fear it might go in and then pulling back and then repeating.

“be a good boy and stay quiet, trig.”

pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing

“HEEEEELPP WAIT PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP NONONONONONONO STOPP#&$*%9

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##&% %%#(% %$$*$#&

*#$&$THELP

* * *

specters hard chest presses up close and warm against trigger’s back. hot, heavy breathing forces its way into his ear. they stay there for a moment, frozen in time. a breaking point cut, getting a cinematic view of his own ruination. what a shitty fucking movie this is. 

“mmhng-” specter pulls back, breaking the trance, almost making trigger wish he would’ve just stayed inside. he grunts at the feeling of trembling boyflesh seizing on his cock, shaking with each inch moved in either direction, clenching for dear life. he grips a handful of trigger’s hair and pulls it back, forcing his limp and drooling expression into specter’s vision.

 “so, what was it?” the burning rod of pressure starts to move faster, thrusting with detached force, muscular hips bouncing off trigger’s ass. “dad beat you?” another assault forward, enunciating each bit of words with the slapping of their flesh. “mom molest you?” it hurts sososososososososo bad but he cant feel anything other than the pain nothing but searing waves of some long-forbidden feeling. “or- fuck- you just get bullied too much in those squishy formative years?”

boiling hot rain streams down his face, terror burning his eyes blind. choking sobs spit out little bits of snot and saliva pooling with his tears below him in a sad filth soup. 

“oh c’mon-” specter reaches in closer, thoughtlessly pushing his cock into a switch that turns triggers legs to jelly. a waterfall of tears overlaid with shameful noises, the kind he’d before only ever heard through the speakers of a computer. each one abrading his will even more. he was supposed to be on the other side, not this. anything but this. 

“please stop”

“it’s too late.” his hand brushes triggers cheek, mimicking a comforting motion with uncomfortable skin, “you can never take back what’s already happened… and what’s about to.”

[qprpbj]

i wanna hear ur thoughts on the pony dying at the fountain au thing :)

THANK YOU FOR ASKINGGGG. this entire thing is delusional yap central and 95% johnny based so. im so sorry in advance btw.

well. first. so i think johnny wouldn't have had the instinct to run the way he did trying to protect pony and go to dally's — i cant really remember it tbh but i once saw an interpretation of johnny where he was like. his instincts and actions (stabbing paul without a second thought) were compared to that of almost a child (due to abusive parents and neglect etc etc) when put in the worst case scenario so he makes snap judgements without using his head, whereas pony thinks decisions through and mulls over shit maybe more than he should, which is why johnny just yanks him away and gets them to dally's place. i think johnny wouldn't have had that drive in him bc deep down he knowssss pony's gone, knows there's nobody that needs protecting, so he just. sits. at the fountain with pony in his lap. possibly for hours till the sun comes up, most likely in denial trying to convince himself pony isn't dead. doesn't know where to go or who to tell or what to do, esp bc this kid is already so heavily traumatized as is, he simply doesn't make the best decisions sometimes. just how it goes

then like. i assume someone finds them sitting there eventually, johnny can't even talk, whether it be the gang out looking bc they didn't show up last night or this morning or idk a stranger on a walk or literally idk. but. either way. the sheer difference in how pony's death were to be treated vs bob's?? there's no investigation done even though johnny says it was the socs, it wasn't a suicide, they got jumped and pony got killed. he lists them all by name, says exactly what happened, but there's never gonna be justice for pony bc nobody cares when it's a greaser who gets exploited or tortured or hurt or killed. (justice for tulsa scene where the cop shines a light on two-bit getting jumped and turns a blind eye....hmmm).

i thinkkk soda and darry would take johnny in. i won't harp on how torn up they'd obviously be — think soda's letter but about eight hundred times more nauseating ykwim. they just don't get along right without ponyboy. they lost their parents and they lost their kid brother and nearly johnny too — and nobody ever gets justice. so, it's darry who calls war & it's him who calls the rumble in pony's name. :)

johnny probably stays w them for a while but entirely collapses in on himself — literally rots from the inside out with guilt, bc he had a blade and he didn't use it. whether it be bc he chickened out or he was restrained too hard and wasn't strong enough or whatever the case, he takes on guilt heavyyyy for it. withdraws from the gang, from the curtises, saves up whatever little money he can and runs away to windrixville alone — bc hear me out. i think both him And pony def feel some type of way about bringing grief and sorrow and death wherever they go canonically in some type of way. esp him like..staying with pony's brothers now, probably sleeping in his old bedroom trying to keep pony's memory alive. idk idk. the guilt just goes CRAZYYY so. johnny runs away to an old church dally once suggested to him if he ever needed a place to go to run away — esp bc johnny literally canonically has considered running away before.

gang goes crazy over this obviously. search and search and it takes...who knows, days, weeks, to find him. he's got a bit of money stashed and he's not on the run from cops so he can go out to find food and whatever freely but he wants out, doesn't wanna be around the gang. dally shoots up in bed at like 3am realizing he knows exactly where tf johnny must be and collects them all in a car to drive out and find him. they get there and corner him like he's a lil scared animal shining flashlights in the dark and he pulls his blade on them all when they try to approach him up backed against the wall cause he dipped for a reason, damn it, and he doesn't want to be found. dally always runs away and finds success. the implications of johnny pulling a blade on the gang and on dally (out of fear) who gave him it in the first place?? esp when dally prefaced it by when you use this you have to do this with confidence, you have to really mean it, you can't back down when you pull a blade. idk the implications are There. that's literally where this whole thing came from LOL

that's. all i've got lol. thanks for tuning into this absolute monstrosity of a reply i'm so sorry LOL

[idkfitememate]

I suddenly had an idea! Red Panda! Creator! reader that acts like how leona from twisted wonderland. Just casually napping, they small. Ever heard of the qoute, the bark is bigger than their bite something something but red panda reader? THEY FUCKIN BITE ONLY.

Since I don’t use Inazuma enough, we’ll go to Inazuma ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১!

You give no fucks and take no shit. Mess with your naps and they get the teeth.

You lead a little group of Red Pandas that hold a little territory right outside of Inazuma. It’s filled with bamboo and large trees and it’s honestly just a Red Panda’s dream.

Out of your group there one who’s always smiling and… well his barks sound like laughs. Then there’s one that… honestly people are pretty sure that’s just a wolf you guys painted red but that doesn’t matter becaUSE HE’S ONE OF YALL AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS-

(I think I’m taking the “Acts like Leona from TWST” to far lol-)

Unlike the Itto gang who are mostly harmless, the people have learned to fear you as they do the Shogun. Last guy who fucked with you ended up blind in one eye. What can you say your claws are sharp!

The only people allowed around y’all are:

A. Sayu. She’s quiet and soft. Perfect for napping on.

B. Thoma. He brings you guys food. No more to be said.

C. Kujou. You understand that even she, at times, could use a break. And she was quiet enough so she could stay.

Beyond them, everyone else was on your shit list.

The Riden Shogun is just… weird.

Both Kamisato’s really just unnerve you a bit.

Yae Miko is Yae Miko.

You don’t know Kazuha enough to know him.

Yoimiya is on your “Attack on sight” list because of her fireworks. Fuck them fireworks.

Itto is so GODDAMN loud. Never again.

Kirara? Who tf is that?-

Can’t be bothered with Gorou.

Shinobu sticks with Itto. That’s enough to dislike her.

Heizou… yeah you just don’t like him.

Another reason why people are a wee bit scared of you: You bit the Shogun. Also Ei. Yeah the second that news reached everyone people did their damndest to stay away.

Were you proud of it? Not really, but she stepped on your tail. Steppers of the tail get your teeth and nails, that’s what you always say.

It was almost pitiful to see the people of Inazuma throw beans at a real life Oni and then throw all their wares at a Red Panda that barely went up to said Oni’s shin.

You also may or may not have tried to eat Paimon because she talked too much. No one was gonna stop you. You made sure of that.

The scars never fade, Heizou. They never fade.

(… Your biggest achievement was setting The Grand Narukami Shrine on fire. No one has figured out who did it, and you intend to keep it that way. Look the other goddamn way Heizou.)

This little guy would bite your ankles, no hesitation. Your skin tastes like fresh bacon to this dude. Anyway, hope you enjoyed ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

[strxwberry-milku]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you knew and everyone else around you knew that there was a certain chemistry you two shared that could never be broken , but could that all change in one night ?

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

It was that time again where you and Jey would have a “ bestfriend day ” consisting of you guys watching movies , eating food and just vibing in general and enjoying each other’s company. “ Jey !” you shouted from the kitchen “ watchu , wanna drink ? ” you asked and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet . “ hmmm , maybe some blue gatorade please babe ” he responded while adjusting himself on the couch, “ what i told yo ass bout calling me all these pet names and shi ? we ain’t together ” you said knowing damn well all it took was a little neck kissing and you would be a soaking mess . “ shiii… i mean we could be, but u playin “ he whispered and took a sip of his drink . “ hmm watchu say ? ” you questioned and sat next to him and laid your head on his shoulders . “ nothin , don’t worry about it ” he snickered and continued watching the tv .

A couple minutes passed and the two of you sat in relaxed silence just taking in each other peace and what not . Jey suddenly had an idea “ Hey , do still have spare blue hair dye from when u was dying that crunchy ass wig ? ” he said and sat up to look at you . You know damn well he ain’t talking bout your hair like that when his hair look like string cheese from da back . “ Not to much on my wig sir , but yes i do , why ?”. Getting up he headed up to your bathroom “ cause i want you to dye my hair for me , duhhh what else ? ” he remarked and rolled his eyes . who is this nigga talking too much? cause i know it ain’t me . “ First of all , i ain’t know you wanted to dye your hair cause u barley got any to start with plus i thought u wanted it for a friend ” you shrugged as he gave you a dirty look “ You can’t be talking , don’t you have heat damage and ur edges gone ? ” Seeee , he ain’t have to go that far . “ Boi just sit you goofy ass tf down on this chair , damn making my head hurt ” he laughed “ you know i’m just playing , baby ” he hugged you and placed a light kiss on your cheek .

Rolling your eyes at him you pushed him down into the chair making sure he didn’t see the growing smile on your face and then wrapped a towel around his shoulders . Taking out the dye from the box you put on the safety gloves and began to do your shit.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩

It was nearing the end of the process and was time to wash out the dye from his hair . Jey bent over the bathtub and you proceeded to wash off the dye from his hair . “ Damn girl , you trynna make me go blind or sumn ? ” he said while wiping his face from the dripping water coming from his drenched hair , “ Boi ain’t nobody told you to open your eyes ” you said with attitude and continued washing the remaining residue from his hair . Finishing up you turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around Jey’s head making into a head wrap .

“ Imma need to change fr , i’m soaking wet ” He said while squeezing the excess water from his shirt into the bathtub . Looking at him you began to examine the way his clothes clung onto his skin and how you could see the way his muscles flex and contract , and his gorgeous ; stern body being exposed to you right infront of your eyes . Being caught up in day dreaming you didn’t even hear Jey talking to you “ You like what you see baby ?” he asked and leaned against your sink with a cocky smirk plastered all over his face , two can play that game you thought and smirked “ yes i might have , and what are YOU gonna do about it Mr Uso ? ” taken back from your response he stood there a bit shocked since you have never really responded to one of his sexual remarks .

Quickly regaining back his cockiness he walked over to you and whispered into your ear “then come show me ” pulling back he leaned onto the sink again this time taking off his shirt in the process , oh this nigga ready , readyyy you thought . Taking a deep breaths you realised that this is exactly what you have been urgently waiting for ever since you guys became friends, you so desperately wanted his coarse hands to run up and down your body and his lips to kiss every inch of you , and now it’s finally about to happen. Stepping forward you gently got onto your knees and unbuttoned his pants while looking up at him . He grabbed your hands for a split second and said “ You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to baby ” you chuckled a bit and said “ do you know how long i’ve wanted to fuck you baby ? to have your thick dick slide in and out of my pussy daddy ” moaning at your words he helped you pulled down his boxers .

Marvelling at the way his top oozed out cum already and pulsated at the touch , you carefully grabbed it and used some of his precum and rubbed it up and down completely coating it . You took his length into your mouth and began bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace . Leaning his head backwards he let out a moan and made a maksehsift bun with your hair in his hands “ Fuckk baby , just like that , let daddy use your throat then he can use that tight little pussy of yours afterwards ” moaning around his dick from the new information you sped up your movements and began to get sloppy with it by jacking of his dick in a fast motion . Bucking his hips he groaned loudly as he his nut was fastly approaching “ Shittt , wait baby stop , i wanna cum inside you ”. Pulling away from his dick with a pop you got up and hastily removed your clothes.

Bending over the sink you began to anticipate the feeling of his dick sliding into your creamy folds . “ Your pussy so pretty baby ” he whispered and rubbed his fingers in between your lip’s mesmerised by how wet you are . Moaning out in desperation from his teasing you replied “ you can marvel at my pussy later, please just fuck me ”. It was silent for a couple of seconds, you began to think he wasn’t there until you felt the wind get knocked out of you . “ Is this what you wanted , huh baby ? you wanted me to pound your pussy until all you think about is dick , dick , dick ? well imma give it to you since you got all that mouth ” You feverishly panted as you began to feel sweat start to form on your body .

“ Yesss Daddyyy Fuckkk “ was the only syllables you could say due to him wrecking your insides like it was his last time . “ Take this dick baby , i’m finna cum ” resting his chin on your shoulder he bottomed out into you balls deep making sure to rock his hips into you so that you could feel every inch of his pulsating cock inside you . Letting out a yelp you shook as your orgasm took over your body and you flopped over the sink . Jey soon followed behind with a guttural groan .

Both panting and sweaty Jey laughed and said “ how’s that for a besties day huh ? ”.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 : @youtappedout

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : I know this is seriously long over due , i kind of lost the motivation to write so i took some time of . BUTTT IM BACK IN THIS BITCHHHH 💋

𝐏𝐬 : Also thank you for loving my work baby girl/boy i’m so happy you guys genuinely like my shi 💋