#you know those grown ass men are TEARING UP.

[tamayakii]

warning i am so high

phillip graves unlocks something in me, touches that part of my daddy issues that makes me sing. He's so country-bordering-red neck daddy energy, all of the looks-ugnff..,, the nimble yet gruff hands,,, years worth of callouses on them rubbing on your back as you sit on his lap, drifting dangerously close to your hips... wiping your cry baby tears away as he shushes you after he raised his voice a bit too loud for your poor heart. Those eyebrows furrowed upwards, lips thinning as when the inside of his lips caught on his teeth, often right before he spoke, a habit he has from his own father...

He knows what it's like for your dad gone emotionally. Having grown up in the classic white-picket family, expect the pristine paint to allude to a perfect family—which was not entirely true. He joined the military to deal with it, and now he has an entire company under him—in a way healing that tiny part of him by becoming a leader and teaching his men. He won't admit it though.

But you? Your father gave you nothing besides a few memories. No tools to try and survive in the cruel world, at least he had the makings of them. You had no tools, not even the plans to make them yourself. Left to wander with an aching heart, burying that hole and the pain with lies that you were fine.

Curling on the couch, laying your head next to Phil's right thigh. A beer in his left hand whilst the other pets your hair, some stupid (at least to you) football game. Letting you take small baby sips of the drink, chuckling at your twisted face. Fully tugging you on his lap, purring in a soft voice- "You're not supposed to like it, baby" his words sent warm fuzzies in your stomach. He doesn't just let you sit up in his lap, no no no... he basically cradles you now, letting your head fall on his shoulder, drawing your knees up.

He lets you satisfy the little girl in you, buys you the cutest frilly outfits, and lets you "win" in playfights just to hear you giggle like a madman. He lets you plan picnics because you want to plan one for once, so diligently—acting like it's all a big surprise, but he went with you to get the food you needed.

Standing beside him, as he works on his old high school truck. Telling you the stories of teenage him- oh GAWD. You know he lives in some big-ish town, still big enough that he may not know everyone, but small enough that he does see a majority of folks he knows.

God I need to ride his dick so bad, I need it so bad. Don't yell at me but I need him to be my daddy AND fuck me. FUCK

and don't get me on if you misbehave around him. The disappointment, dear god it's nearly overwhelming as the tears well in your eyes- Not used to the feelings stirring in your chest but you hate them so much. Phil forcing past frustrations when he sees the tears spill over, cupping your face as he tells you he's not mad... not anymore.

god fuck... the spankings would also be brutal as hell. Sobbing over his lap, slapping your bare ass cause he tore your panties down with your jeans. The rough fabric of his fingerless gloves added to the pain.

I literally cannot stop, somebody help.

OH MY GOD AND TRACING HIS SCAR TOO,,, him telling you mild war stories, having himself be the big hero, cause he is the hero in your mind. Sitting in his lap facing him, thighs straddling him, his hands interlocked behind your hips,,, sobbing on my knees.

[ughgoaway]

I don't know if you've written about this or something similar, but lately I've been thinking a lot about little Annie having a talent show at school, a small thing for the kids, nothing important. Matty super proud (it doesn't matter what she chose to do) and Aunt Charli chose her dress and girly helps her on backstage because she's nervous and and all the boys are there to watch her (again it doesn't matter what talent she chooses) super super super supportive and cute 💞

oh this is SO CUTEEEE. I'm working on an ask about Annie staring in the school play/musical atm but a talent show is a very diff vibe!!

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I think Annie comes back from school absolutely buzzing about it. She drives home with you after work, so she comes bounding in as soon as the door opens.

"DADDYYYYY," she shouts, running into every room looking for him. When she finally sees him on the sofa, she POUNCES on him and shoves the poster in his face.

"Look, it's a talent show!! can I play guitar, pleaseeeeee??" Annie asks hopefully. matty had bought her her first guitar a few months ago, and she was pretty good. She was committed to learning, and she had even come to the studio a few times and reorded some bits. you have to convince matty she doesn't need a solo record yet, "baby, you don't even have a solo record." You argue, "i know! but it would be so fun!!"

(But he crumbles and agrees that he won't do one... yet. but he does ask her to play a little bit for the next album, and he names the song after her :) )

he tells everyone that will listen that she's a prodigy. You just roll your eyes and laugh at how obsessed with his daughter he is. To be honest, you're just as proud, you don't shout it from the rooftops like matty. but that was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place. The love he had for Annie was truly unmatched.

so needless to say, he immediately agrees, and they start working. the next few weeks in your house are filled with the sound of strumming guitars and humming.

Annie chooses to play a 75 song, matty plays it kind of cool in front of her but can't hold it in for long, "of her own accord and everything!!" matty tells you excitedly in bed, scrolling through the 25 photos he took of her practising. you can't help the grin that comes across your face at how excited they both are.

(I can't decide what song right now, but it would be one with a pretty easy acoustic guitar part so Annie can play along!)

the week before the show, matty comes into the studio with a recording of them playing and invites all the boys to the show. They all agree immediately and fight the tears at the video of little Annie with her tongue out as she carefully strums her butterfly guitar.

//////

you call charli a few days before the performance, and she can hear Annie chatting away in the background, "Hey, you know Annie's got that show next week? do you wanna have a girl's day out shopping and find a dress? she was going to wear her bridesmades dress from Denise's wedding, but she's grown out of it already." charli takes no convicing, already googling dresses before you've finished speaking. you invite carly too, but baby hann has 0 interest in coming along, so she rains checks this time!

so have a girl's day out!! moochng around and getting a fancy lunch, annie is mesmerised by the free bread. the waiters treat her like a proper vip, laying the napkin over her lap carefully and bring her her apple juice in a fancy wine glass to let her match with you and charli! (You both decide you'll need a glass of wine before this experience)

She giggles the whole time, especially hard when they call her "Miss" and hand her the bill. you give her your card so she can pretend to pay, and you can tell she feels like a proper grown-up.

it turns out to not be as stressful as you thought, and it only takes 2 shops before you find the perfect dress! it's pink with mesh long sleeves and little gold stars all over it. It has 3 tiers and flows amazingly when Annie spins around, which was a necessity for her.

it comes to the day of the show and matty is tearing up all day, when he walks in on you two chatting as you put her hair up into little buns he nearly breaks, but manages to hold it in.

until he sees her in her dress, holding her guitar with the widest grin, showing off her gappy smile proudly. he pulls her in so hard that she can't help the "oof" that is forced out of her. he's squeezing her tight and trying not to sob. He looks at you over her shoulder and pouts. you nod and smile solemnly, rubbing your hand over his curls.

//////

it's a few minutes before Annie is meant to go on, and she waves you over, chewing her lip anxiously and fiddling with her guitar. you come over and bend down to her height, "You okay, sweet girl?" You rub your hand over her back and tuck the tag of her dress in.

"m'nervous. I don't know how Daddy does it, there's SO many people." she peeks out of the curtain and sees all her uncles and aunts filling up a row, with matty sitting at the end grinning like a mad man.

"I know, it's pretty scary. but sweetheart, your dad would be proud of you even if you didn't go out there tonight. he has had the best time teaching you guitar. " You smile at her and grab her hand, stopping her from pulling at the loose threads of her skirt.

"Really?" she asks with hopeful eyes. you reassure her immediately, "oh I promise, he even cried when he showed your uncles the video of you playing" you laugh and she giggles along too, visibly un-tensing at your words and the feeling of her hand in yours.

"He's so silly," she says, peeking out of the curtain again, but this time, she catches mattys eye and gives him a little wave. his eyes light up, and he eagerly waves back, leaning forward to get a better look at her.

the performance goes perfectly, so ideal that you'd think she was miming along to a track if you didn't know the school CD player was broken.

matty cries, openly wiping tears. the others hide it better, rubbing their eyes and sighing happily, "m' just proud of her, okay?" Ross says, sniffling.

you smile and put your head on mattys shoulder, waving at Annie as she walks off stage. She eagerly returns it and skips off stage happily.

so yeah, a very nice little family day for sure!! <333

[bestlilithian]

The lilithian experience (lilith dominant chart)

Personal experiences w having heavy lilith influence

- Older people being creepy subtly or overtly, but usually subtly with certain looks or touches or comments, especially strangers in public or distant family friends

- Being told Im scary or intimidating, or that I look mean (a girl once told me she thought I wouldnt want to hang out w her and her friends because I looked 'too pretty and kinda mean') [this is esp w lilith/asc harsh aspects]

- Lilith square asc culture is walking into a room a little pissed or in a hurry and everyone shutting up (also works for mars/pluto)

- Now Ive never heard anyone else talking about this but as a lilithian woman Ive always been disgusted by the idea of having sex with a man because in our culture a woman who has sex w a man is seen as having been dominated and degraded by him ("I fucked her" "I hit that" "I scored") also the act itself is very power struggle-ish like no *I* want to bend over a man and make him suck *my* dick

- Being hyperaware of people looking at you (even if youre dressed extremely modestly or without makeup)

- Lilith/moon aspects 🤝 your mom making inappropriate comments about you and your body

- Lilith/sun aspects 🤝 your father insulting you or making weird comments (more subtle w soft aspects so you might brush it off but its still not okay girl)

- People thinking youre flirting with them or others (esp men) but youre just hot and talking, and you cant help that ppl have strong reactions to anything you say really

- Loving eye contact <3 (w the right people)

- Lilith square saturn culture is not being afraid to stand up to authority <3 and having to quite often because they have a pick on you and try to tear you down

- also w lilith square/opposite saturn grown ass adults will have beef w you when youre a kid, esp those w authority over you like teachers, coaches etc

- Lilith/asc harsh aspects and overthinking whether a fit is too revealing or not (because you dont want to get harassed and looked at again) (but then youll grt harassed even if you go out in a priests suit so 🤩)

- People (esp men) trying to use you for sex

- Always being the one guys want to be friends w benefits with while theyre crushing on another girl

- "I dont like what you do to me" - most men Ive interacted with for a while

- A guy told me he liked me for who I am but he couldnt stand "the effect I have on him"

- lilith in 4th house culture is attracting men w mommy issues and being looked at by guys in relationships

- lilith/mercury and needing to know all your friends bdsm test results

- People liking when youre mean 2 them

- People who hate you often want to have sex w you

- Ive had so many guys in my class literally have to gather up courage to talk 2 me, even for basic things like asking me to help w something, they approach me looking all tense and worked up like Ill slice their head off for asking me to help them with their math lmao

- A classmate (and friend, apparently) of my friend once didnt want to come out and meet me when I went to my friends school to give her something because she thought Id beat her up (for context I found out she said some nasty things to my friend and was not happy about it)

- Being told by ppl (esp men) that I remind them of characters who are villains

- People esp girls not liking me for no reason or being rude

- Guys in relationships being extremely cold and rude to me or even shittalking me to their gfs (you can guess why)

- People trying to 'put you in your place'

- Recognizing other lilithians immediately

- Being insecure about your private parts, your body in general and your appearance

- Sex obsession since a young age

- Sexual harassment unfortunately

[st4rgrl4l1f3]

Stupid stuff I think the 141 would do if they all lived together

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Underwear. Who’s is who’s. They all have a red, black, blue and gray pair. Soap may have a pair with the Scottish flag on it.

“I FORGOT WHO WEARS AN XL” Soap would scream from downstairs.

“I DO” Ghost would reply.

“…fatass.”

“I heard that.”

—————

Most random shit in the fridge. Why is the fridge nothing but the cheese drawer and beer?…Okay, let’s check the cupboards. There’s fruit snacks and one of those gallon buckets of goldfish. Okay. Another cupboard. Four cups, four bowls, four plates…The silverware looks the same.

“Why don’t we have food in the kitchen? What happened to the groceries I bought??” Gaz is terrified. He was gone for a week.

“Soap ate it all, and Ghost followed. ‘Saw a cat outside, figured I’d feed it. Now it’s comin back with ‘er kids…” Price says, that last part more quiet than his first two sentences.

“…Is this your idea of groceries?” Gaz looks at Soap, Ghost, and Price.

All three of them in unison, “…Yes.”

—————

Sleeping in the most random places. Why is Gaz halfway on the couch, halfway on the floor? Soap is drooling all over the couch, Ghost is passed out beside his bed, and Price still has his gear on, sleeping beside his rifle, hat halfway on.

Waking up with a sore back, Gaz opens his eyes. Yawning and wincing at the ache right in the middle of his back, he gets up, holding his back like an old man, and cracks it.

“Well good Lord in Heaven, lad, ye nearly broke yer own back crackin it like that.”

Gaz turns around, Soap is holding up his head with his hand, Mohawk all outta whack. Gaz gives him a small “g’mornin.” Before fixing himself breakfast (tap water and cheese from the cheese drawer)

Ghost wakes up, crawls in his bed and falls back asleep. He sleeps like a log.

Price wakes up, oh God, his back hurts. Maybe it was because of all the gear he still has on. He strips himself of it and puts on a gray t-shirt and some sweats. (He still has his hat on???)

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Coming home drunk. Holy fuck. Uber loaded with grown ass men laughing about the man that was break-dancing on the table so hard that tears were coming out.

“Yaswereslads gonna make me fuckin cry you know wha I sayin I’m fuckin dead lads, oh shite—“ Soap says, all in one string of words. His accent really comes out when he’s drunk.

“‘T was like he was-wheeze-goin in slow motion when he fell-Another wheeze” Ghost cannot hold his laugh back. He wheezes.

Gaz is looking straight forward, nearly drooling.

Price is listening to Soap and Ghost shit themselves laughing as he silently laughs, gasps of air every five seconds. Even the Uber is laughing.

“Have you ever seen a breakdance?” Gaz says, chatting up the Uber who’s trying to keep his composure.

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Discussing pets.

“Can we PLEASE get a dog??” Soap is pleading with Gaz.

“Soap. Look at the fridge. All we have is beer and cheese.”

“The cheese drawer is a necessity. So is the beer.”

“No- listen. You get half decent groceries without me helping, we’ll get a puppy.”

“Hey, wait, can we get a snake—“

“Fuck no we’re not getting a snake, Ghost. What, make you feel at home?”

“I’m not Australian, Soap.”

Price and Gaz look at each other, wide eyed at their stupidity. They rub their temples, trying to genuinely find the brain in their words.

—————

Microwaveable things.

“Can I microwave this bowl?”

“No, Ghost.”

“Uhhh, pretty sure you can.”

“Why did you ask, then??”

“Just cuz.”

Price goes back to his dad show.

“JOHN?”

“YEAH?”

“…YOU WERE RIGHT. MY BOWL MELTED.”

“Oh for fucks-“

“Yer brain is fuckin mush, lad, how’d you not know you can’t microwave that?” Soap laughs at Ghosts misery, his soup gone to waste.

—————

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

00.1. how it happened:

➴ warnings: none!!

➴ word count: 1.2k

➴ author’s note: welcome everyone!! as i promised, here’s the start to our fuck buddies jack ‘n soph series<3 hope u love them as much as i do!

—♡

IT all started as a joke.

Not your career, no, that was very serious. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe how big you’d gotten. Seriously, it was like magic. People now paid to see your concerts, asked to take pictures with you and related to your songs, your situations.

How crazy was that?

But that isn’t the main joke.

It all started a few weeks after the release of your single, Nonsense. You were alone in your home studio, doing some writing and recording a few ad-libs for your new upcoming album— all songs dedicated to your shitty, fucking cheater of an ex, yeah— when Grace, your best friend and manager, barged in with her phone on her hands.

“Jesus,” you said, putting your hand over your heart. “Don’t you know how to knock? You literally scared the shit out of me, dumbass.”

“Knocking is for the weak. Also, I need to show you this. Ain’t no time for knocking.”

She sat on the chair beside you and showed you her phone. It was some kind of TikTok but even if you tried to understand what it was, you couldn’t.

“So?” Grace asked, a huge smile on her face.

“Hum,” you said, sounding uncertain. “Cool video! Are you leaving me for a TikTok career?”

She laughed out loud. “What?! You’re such a dumbass sometimes,” she showed you her phone again. “This, my love, is the New Jersey Devils account.”

“People who praise the devil like my songs? Didn’t see that coming…”

“Sophia, don’t you fucking tell me you don’t know who they are!” Grace furrowed her eyebrows.

“Hum… I do?” You lied.

She made a weird sound, which sounded a lot like a frustrated scream.

“They’re hockey players, they are in the NHL, National Hockey League. And this video alone has three million likes. And why, you ask me, little puppy,” Grace started using her theater kid voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Probably because they’re hot, I don’t know?”

“I thought that too. But then, I went to check the comments, and all of them were talking about your songs. So I watched the video and I realised, half of the team, grown ass men, were listening to your songs!”

Raising your eyebrows in shock, you watched the video again. And Grace was right. It was one of those “what are you listening to?” videos, but with a bunch of men wearing suits. And at least half of them said one of your songs. Mostly Nonsense, Espresso, Read Your Mind, and, shockingly, one of them even said one of your oldest songs.

Apart from that, the video’s caption said “should we make a Sophia Montenegro x NJ Devils collab??” and, to your absolute surprise, more than a half of the comments said “yes, collab, please!”

Which made you laugh. You were used to all sorts of people listening to your music. Kids, teens, adults, even old people sometimes, but hockey players? Those big ass men who liked to beat each other up during the games?

“That’s new, huh.”

“Apparently, people went crazy over the fact that they listen to your songs. And that’s not even the best part,” Grace squirmed. “Their marketing team reached out to your marketing team,” she pointed to herself. “And they asked you to perform at one of their charity dinners next month!”

You both yelled and jumped out of your seats to hug each other and jump around— being careful with her new Goddess braids. You were so grateful to have someone like Grace to help you out.

“This is, like, a huge thing for you, honey,” Grace teared up a little bit. She cried almost every time you got a new job. “They want to set up a meeting with you, nothing too fancy. They said something about the end of the hockey season and whatever that means, they want you in it.”

“That’s awesome, right?” You smiled. “I’m certain that you said yes already but I’m still going to ask you. Did you?”

“Duh, ‘course I did. You have a meeting with,” she looked at her phone again, reading something. “Shanon Anand tomorrow morning.”

“I love you, Grace Morgan.” You whispered, looking at the woman in front of you, your heart feeling full and warm.

“I love you too, Sophia Montenegro. Let’s rock some hockey boys.”

—♡

TURNS out that Shanon Anand is a very beautiful woman, with Indian features and a smile that would make any dentist proud.

“We are very pleased to have you here, Mrs. Montenegro.” She had a bit of an accent and it was so cute.

You smiled. “Thank you. It’s an honor, really. And please, call me Sophia.”

“Alright, Sophia it is,” she smiled back. “So, I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Hockey world but we’re currently walking towards the end of the seven month season.”

“I have to be honest with you, all I know about hockey is that they skate on the ice and beat each other up. That’s about it, I fear.” You felt your face getting warm.

“It’s alright, dear, no one’s going to ask you questions about Power Plays or penalties,” Shanon laughed and you sighed, thankful. Interviews were something you actually enjoyed doing but answering questions you didn’t really know the answer sucked. “We will hold a charity gala next month, and Grace told us you are available?”

“I am, yeah,” you opened your planner, looking at your summer schedule. “I do have to be in California by the second week of April to perform at Coachella but before that, I’m free.”

“You would be needed in the last week of April, on the 30th. Is that okay?”

“I think so, yes,” you nodded. “Do you have a preference for a performance or?”

Shanon grabbed a huge binder and opened it. “Actually, we do have a few requests, I hope you and your team don’t mind them,” you nodded, grabbing a pen just in case you needed to write anything. “First things first, we’d really like it if you kept it all PG,” she smiled, looking embarrassed.

You laughed, nodding with your head. “I expected it already. Don’t worry, I’ll try to keep my dirty mouth closed.”

“Perfect, thank you. Besides that, we’d request for at least three songs, and if you could maybe sing an acoustic version of them? It’s a night event and the vibes we’re going for are like, jazz club? Sorry if it sounds confusing, we’re still working on the details.”

“Acoustic? Yeah, ‘course. Do you have any songs in mind?”

“No, we thought it’d be better if you chose them. What suits your voice better and all of that.” Shanon ran her hands through her hair and blinked twice in a row. She looked stunning, but tired.

“Alright, I’ll think of a few options.” You nodded again.

“At the end of it, we’d like to take a picture of you with a Devils jersey, if you don’t mind?” She sounded hopeful.

“I don’t, really. I’m fine with it.”

“Perfect!”

The meeting didn’t last long after that and your mind was working really fast to try to have everything perfect. You still had more than a month to prepare so you knew everything was going to be fine.

At least you hoped so.

[toorusluvr]

… ⇢ ˗ˏˋ F.O.M.L PART TWO ࿐ྂ - FUSHIGURO TOJI

characters: coach!fushiguro toji x volleyball player f!reader

cw: college!au + volleyball!au + cunnilingus (f!receiving) + penetrative sex + mentions of creeps bothering the reader 

word count: 5k

note from nis: hi everyone so the long awaited part two of f.o.m.l is finally here. the part one was posted before i did my internship and now i’m three weeks away from completing my internship lol i’m so sorry for the delay. so, i hope this part two will keep you entertained and i apologise in advance if it’s not as good as the part one. the part two focuses on the events that happened before part one took place (did i word this right?) anyway, i hope all of you enjoy this part two as a celebration on officially getting toji animated! <3 thank you and have a great holidays! 

[part 1][part 2] 

Good lord, if Toji was no better than any other men, he would have tried to hit on his student that day. The first time he ever saw you as a woman rather than his student, he almost lost his mind over how fucked up that sounded in his head. He tried to blame himself for ever viewing you as a woman instead of his player but he just couldn’t stop staring at you! 

It was subtle, really. Toji was being subtle with all the staring, not wanting to stir up a crazy controversy around this new place. As a coach, he was supposed to lead his team to victory, not tearing them apart due to his foolish stunt. So, he acted normally like he usually did at his previous college. A grumpy, strict, hot-headed coach he has always been.  

Toji hates… no, he detests disobedience! He will never tolerate anyone talking back to him. Not even a word should be said back to him, no matter who the fuck you think you are. Whenever he asks you to do something, you better do it or else he’s going to lose his shit. You aren’t going to do what he asks you to do? It’s nice knowing you while it lasts. Especially in volleyball. You better follow what the man says. He is not at all nice with his words, he must say that. Most of the time, he would verbally lash out at the players, nitpicking every tiny mistake they make. It’s unbearable at first but hey, that’s how your team got to the final round of volleyball collegiate level! It was a remarkable day and the victory was possible due to Coach Toji’s determination and hard work. 

Coach Toji is never the one to make his players’ sports attire a huge problem in his life. But right now, there is nothing more he hates than how skimpy those shorts look on you at times. He wasn’t a fool! He could clearly see how stupid those college boys look at you in those revealing shorts. They were ogling over you and your teammates. A part of him just wanted to beat the shit out of them for having the audacity to look at what’s not theirs! 

But, he is not any better than those pervs. Coach Toji loves how those shorts look wonders on your legs. The way you stretch your legs on the squeaky floor and the shorts will rise a bit, teasing him with just a small peek of the globe of your ass. Coach Toji does not pay attention to the other players but you… you make him forget that he’s even breathing at the moment. 

Does he regret feeling this way towards his own student? Sometimes, yeah. He’s a grown man and so are you. It’s nothing inappropriate even if it might seem like it. But, he won’t ever act on his dirty thoughts for long as he’s having this job that is keeping him alive. He still has his conscience even if it’s uncontrollable at times. 

Coach Toji isn’t the one who likes having his hands on women he has absolutely no interest in. He avoids touching his players especially but you are an exception. He had to make an exception for you the moment he started to find himself staring at you. The days he started to think you are just what he needs in his life. Another plaything, another toy to keep. Such a precious little thing, his mind would say at every glance he takes. The quiet laughter you share with your teammates, the shy and flustered look every time your eyes meet his piercing gaze. He wouldn’t miss that. Oh, now he definitely knows you want him just as much. You may not want him romantically but it was enough to satisfy him on the you want him sexually part. 

You would think he doesn’t notice the way your body squirms every time he tries to fix your posture before each serve. He indeed notices it and the way your skin turns a bit colder each time his fingertips brush against your skin. The shaky breath you slowly inhale and exhale to calm the raging nervousness set in your heart. Cute. It just drives him to go crazy over you. 

His ‘girlfriend’, the woman he brought as his date to the event, wasn't really his girlfriend. Just another casual fuck buddy that he keeps in case he wants to well… fuck. Better to keep at least someone around anytime he wants to hit. She’s an old friend so no romantic feelings involved and both of them are very clear about it. 

That was merely a stunt to check if you’d get jealous but he never got the answer to his curiosity. You played your part well. Coach Toji was definitely impressed. 

However, a few days later, he received a call from your phone number that he saved in his contacts. Well, well, well, look who came running to him this late at night. Turns out, you couldn’t resist him too, huh? 

The moment he picked up the phone, his heart dropped at the sound of your panicking voice. You were sobbing and crying out for his name. “Coach, I-I’m sorry for calling you at this hour. There are a few guys who are disturbing me… I d-don’t feel safe,” your voice was caught in your throat at the end of the sentence. “Can you get me? Please…” you sobbed, holding your coat tightly to the chest. 

You couldn’t get past the group of guys because there were plenty of them. They were catcalling you and you got scared to walk past them. Calling your coach was the last thing you could do because no one else was nearby the campus at this hour. You went out for the sole purpose of purchasing dinner but then this shit happened. Fuck these guys for making you feel unsafe! 

Coach Toji immediately grabbed his jacket and keys, storming out of his apartment by the campus. “Don’t put the phone down! Stay on the phone with me. I’m coming to get you right now. Stay where you are,” he gritted through his teeth. His anger was off the roof, blood boiling at the thought of you feeling unsafe.

Those men’s faces will meet his fist tonight and he meant it with his whole existence. Whoever puts the people he looks out for in danger is going to be scathed alive. Coach Toji drove to the pinned location where he met a group of men drinking several cans of beer by the road. He spotted you hiding behind the building, hands clutching over your chest. One of the men tried to get you but he never got to approach you as Coach Toji’s fist met his jaw. 

“Don’t you fucking dare make women uncomfortable by your rotten existence, you fucking dipshit,” Coach Toji’s voice seethed. His knuckles burned, slightly scratching his skin off. He was quick to grab you by the hand and you were caught by surprise. Coach Toji stopped in his tracks in front of the group of men. 

“You better get the hell out of here before I call the fucking cops on ya,” he threatened. “If I get one more complaint, on God, I would make sure that each and one of you never sees the lights again.”

Coach Toji didn’t waste any second as he pushed you into the passenger seat. You tried to sob quietly beside your seething coach in his car. He didn’t say a word, just giving you space to calm down. His anger was out of his control but he wouldn’t want you to fear him while being in an unstable condition. He may have some unresolved anger issues but he is not an animal. 

You let your coach take you to wherever he wanted to take you. Knowing him, his players’ safety is under his guidance as well. So, he would never leave you in a place he doesn’t have his faith in. Instead, he brought you to his house by the campus. He’s been staying here for as long as you could remember. 

“Get inside,” Coach Toji instructed. You knew better than saying anything back so you obeyed. The door was unlocked by him and he rushed you inside. “Sit,” he pointed his index finger to the couch in the living room. 

His house was cozy even with the minimal decorations. No clutters except a number of beer cans on the dining table. Maybe he had a few drinks with people before this happened. You sat on the couch and the tears that overflowed before had left its stain on your face. Coach Toji went to his kitchen to grab a bottle of mineral water before handing it to you.

“Tell me what happened.” The screeching sound of the chair being dragged across the marble floor interrupted the silence. Toji placed the chair in front of you and sat across you, manspreading with his elbows planted above his knees. His jet black hair hair was damp, sweats sticking on his forehead. The black t-shirt stretched against his muscular body every time he moved. 

You explained to him that you were buying dinner take outs for yourself and you were on your way home when you stumbled upon the group of guys. They were drunk catcalling you, terrifying you to walk past them. You were stuck because that path was the only way home and out of there. Calling Coach Toji was your only option because he lives near campus and could come to get you as soon as possible. 

Coach Toji let out a heavy sigh. “Those bastards,” he gritted through his teeth. He got up and stood in front of you, keeping both of his hands inside his pocket. 

“Do you know any self-defense?” He asked. 

As embarrassing as it gets, you never really learned basic self-defense. There is no time to learn because of the time you spend on volleyball practices. “No, Coach. Sorry, I don’t know any,” you blurted out. 

“Don’t,” he retorted. “Don’t apologise.” 

Your eyes met his stare. It was instinctive to apologise for not knowing any because most of the time you ever hold a conversation with this man is when he is scolding you or your team members. 

“Sorry, Coach.” It was too late to realise what just came out of your mouth. Another apology that Coach Toji refused to hear. He let out a heavy sigh, clearly disappointed. 

“You think you can sweat tonight?” Coach Toji asked. His black orbs held its gaze with yours for a moment. 

You were clueless but you just said yes to his question. “Good. I’ll teach you basic self-defense. Come closer,” he instructed. “Leave your bag and takeout bags. They are not coming with you.”

Oh, right. You were still holding your shoulder bag and takeout bags in your lap. Putting aside your belongings, you got up and straightened your pullover and jeans. 

Coach Toji’s eyes landed on your outfits. “Those jeans are not going to make do. Do you have your shorts on?”

Safety shorts. You always put them on every time you wear jeans because it’s easier that way. No underwear lines. “Yes,” you hastily answered. 

Coach Toji could feel blood rush to his groin. Fuck. But, he wasn’t going to take advantage of you. He wanted to teach you some basic self-defense moves so it would be useful. He would hate for you to use it though because he doesn’t want any bastards near you to put you in any danger. 

“Put them on,” he commanded. 

You nodded hesitantly. Coach Toji hurriedly looked away so you could take your jeans off. He noticed you were clearing your throat awkwardly so he assumed you’re done. He cleared his throat next, “Alright. Come forward.” 

You did as told. Coach Toji took a step forward too, “First, stand with your feet apart. Align it with your shoulders. You know this. It’s a basic stance.” Within a second, you prepared yourself in the first stance. Coach Toji let out a disapproved noise. He checked your stance and moved his hand to widen the stance of your legs. His skin brushed against your skin and the contact burned you. 

Coach Toji felt the warmth emitted from your skin. “Next, you put your hands up like this,” Coach Toji showed the moves. You tried following and he nodded after your stance convinced him that it’s correct. He let out a satisfied hum before moving closer to fix the stance. 

“The next move requires flexibility. Just like how you did in volleyball. It’s easy. Move your legs like this. Raise them higher,” Coach Toji’s large hands gripped on your left thigh and moved them upwards, lifting your legs to kick the air. 

You let out a deep sigh as you felt the burning sensation over your inner thighs. “I think I pulled a muscle,” you winced in pain. Coach Toji furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t think you pulled a muscle, maybe it’s just a light strain. 

“Sit down,” he pointed his index finger to the couch and you obliged. Coach Toji inspected your smooth thighs, his fingers running along your skin. His other hand gripped on your flesh with a firm grip. 

“I don’t think you pulled a muscle,” he confirmed. 

You bit on your lower lip. Maybe it was a false alarm? 

“Um, okay, Coach.”

Coach Toji raised one of his eyebrows at you, “You didn’t stretch properly.”

The tone of his voice was hinting on accusing you for not stretching properly. You felt offended somehow because you did stretch properly before learning the self-defense mechanism. But, it’s only normal for him to have an accusatory tone because that’s how he has always been. 

“Quiet already?” Coach Toji asked, staring straight into your eyes. He let out a heavy sigh again. “I thought you girls are so talkative even when I am around. Ya think I didn’t know what you guys were talking about me the other day?” 

Your heart dropped at the sudden mention of the other day’s incident. It’s none other than the woman herself who told him about it. Coach Toji had a good laugh after the woman told him about it. Well, she wasn’t wrong about it neither did his players. 

“I- well, we…” your words trailed off, not knowing where to begin to defend yourself. “It was a joke. I apologise on behalf of my teammates. I assure you it will not happen again.” 

“So, you think my sex life is a joke to you girls?” He blurted out. Coach Toji was not being serious about it but it was exciting to see the panicked look on your face. You looked so helpless right now and it rubbed his ego in the wrong way. 

Your cheeks heated, your breath became unsteady, palms turned colder the moment he said that in your face. No one was supposed to overhear the stupid conversation that put you in trouble right now. It was a foolish bet that could possibly hurt no one. But, luck wasn’t on your team’s side that day. Coach Toji’s girlfriend heard it all and placed her bet on it too. 

That stupid little game put you in trouble and you became the hero that saved your teammates the trouble. Gosh, being the hero doesn’t sound so good right now. Not with the killing stare Coach Toji was giving you. 

“Maybe it’s about time for me to stress that you girls really need to mind your own business. My sex life has nothing to do with you people,” Coach Toji sternly said. He noticed your jaw ticked, eyebrows furrowed when he scolded you for the mess that your teammates created. 

“Again, Coach. I apologise on behalf of my teammates. It was a foolish bet that has nothing to do with you,” you gulped, shaky eyes and heavy breaths. Coach Toji shrugged, dismissing your apologies. 

He found it funny that he didn’t find it offensive at all but God, did he try to control himself from not spoiling you right there and now. Coach Toji was about to lose everything on his goddamn mind seeing that innocent face of yours trying to make up for the team.

“Oh, sweetheart. If only you knew,” the man sighed. “Want to see it for yourself so you can brag to your teammates all about it?” 

Your eyes shivered. That wasn’t how you planned to describe what you were feeling in that moment but for sure your eyes did shiver! Every hairs on your body rose, skin prickled with heat in embarrassment or arousal – it was either of them, you were not quite sure which of them was it. 

“I- no, that is not what I meant,” you stuttered in your place. Both of your feet were stuck to the floor. You could not move an inch because Toji was staring daggers at you. His piercing gaze could kill you, steal all of your breaths and finally, leave your body on the floor. 

“Ever dreamed about me, doll?” Coach Toji took a step forward, and you could feel the warmth of his muscular body emitting. His black shirt hugging every inch of his biceps and that rock hard abs. The man brought his one hand over your face, cupping your delicate jaw. The friction between your shorts and the restraining tent on his pants flipped the switch in your brain. 

Your breath hitched again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you heard him whisper just beside your ears. His minty breath tickled your already heightened senses. Coach Toji’s palm landed on your stomach, pushing you onto the couch. His very much larger build hovered on top of you. 

That man’s mind was a battlefield. He didn’t know what he should do at this moment other than wrecking you. A part of him wanted to go gentle but he said fuck it, and just do whatever his guts were telling him to do. He could not waste this chance. He wanted to show you how a real man should satisfy his partner, though you aren’t really his to begin with. As long as you get to taste just an ounce of his intention, he’s fine with it. 

“Do you want this, doll? Whatcha say?” Coach Toji’s voice broke the silence again. Slowly, he lifted your chin to meet his eyes. 

Your breath staggered, chest rising up and down heavily. Without any hesitation, you nodded your head – not knowing what the future has in store for you. It was all in the heat of the moment and you could not deny the heat pooling in between your legs. 

Coach Toji’s lips caught your lower lip. Gently, he nibbled on the soft lips he sneakily admired from afar. The urge to just devour you was getting stronger each second. Coach Toji’s impatient hands almost ripped your shirt out. But then he thought you deserved better than that. He wanted to at least be respectful of your current state. He groaned into your mouth as his hands snuck their way in your shirt. His calloused hands lightly stroked your stomach, igniting a fire in your systems. 

You let out a soft pant as he removed your shirt for you. If it were up to him, the shirt would be ripped off in a millisecond but he was holding himself back. It was a surprise to him too. He was never patient, he would admit.

Coach Toji looked down to where your nipples were poking through the material of your bra. A smirk plastered across his face seeing you got aroused. Your back was comfortably laid on the couch and Coach Toji’s huge frame looming on top of you. The man’s minty breath ghosted over your neck, littering soft kisses on the thin skin. He sucked and nibbled on your skin, instantly decorating it with the red marks. 

Your fingers clawed on his ripped back, careful to not make it sting. Maybe it was the chemical reactions in your system, but you couldn’t defy the electrifying feeling to grind against the man’s forming tent. His lips left traces on your skin as he went lower and lower. 

“Oh, God,” you whimpered once he situated his face in between your thighs. A smirk plastered across his manly, “sculpted by God himself” face. He roughly pulled down your pants, almost ripping the fabric into tiny pieces. He was growing impatient as time passed by. He couldn’t just stand there trying to refrain himself from spoiling you. You turned him this way, and he wasn’t complaining one bit. 

Right now, you wanted to run away so bad. But, the way Coach Toji was looking at you as if you were the greatest gift that has ever happened to him, successfully changed your mind. The way his gaze glistened with pride once he undressed you naked. His eyes observing every inch of your body with the smug smile on his face. His calloused hands reached for your thighs, circling both of them with his hands. 

“So fucking tempting,” he grunted in his deep raspy voice. “How could I not love this sight?”  

Coach Toji continued to taunt you as your body squirmed underneath him. He couldn’t let himself be patient any longer. The man ensured you were watching him the moment he spat on your cunt, and you shivered feeling the warmth of the liquid. 

You felt a long lick along your folds, back arched against the couch with your eyes shut. A burning sensation electrified your whole body. This feeling made you feel like you were a brand new woman. Nothing ever felt like Coach Toji’s tongue, not even your exes. Is this because he’s far more experienced? But, God, was it so good that you almost cried that night. 

Coach Toji threw a look at you, eyes shut closed — not daring to meet his eyes. Cute. 

His tongue sucked and nibbled on your folds before it moved to your clit. A cry escaped past your lips as he sucked hard on the bundle of nerves. Your instant reflex was to tug on his hair and he was pissed off. But, he fucking loved the way you pulled on his hair when he was devouring you like this. So precious for him. And obedient too. He would do anything just to have you in his home again. 

“Ah! Please!” You cried out after trying so hard to keep your noises to yourself. You were panting heavily, eyes finally met the man’s piercing gaze staring up at you. The scar on his lips lifted as a smirk plastered across his face, daunting you with mischief. 

Coach Toji went back up, towering you once again. “Please what, doll? Use your big girl words. You’re a smart girl. Try harder.” 

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest at his words. “Please… give me more, sir,” the word ‘sir’ hung in the air. Only Coach Toji’s steady breathing accompanied the silence. His blood rushed to his already half hard cock at the name you just called him. This might be the first time he is affected by the sound of your voice. 

“Give you what?” Coach Toji smirked. 

You gulped, your throat burned at throwing the words out of your mouth. Before you spoke, your breath hitched, stopping you to form coherent sentences. “Please use your cock on me, sir,” your lips trembled once you spat the words out loud. Loud enough for him to hear you. 

“Good. That’s what I thought,” he sighed. “Let me stretch you out before I use my cock on you, hm, doll?” 

That statement gave you chills. You peeked at his fingers. The girth of his fingers made it hard for you to breathe. It’s gonna burn, for sure. Coach Toji commanded you to look at him. You got scared of his stern voice. With nervousness coiling your stomach, you kept your eyes on Coach Toji, paying attention to every one of his acts. 

He brought two of his fingers to his lips, wetting them in his mouth. Saliva coating his two fingers right after, followed by a loud pop sound. “Tell me if it hurts,” he muttered under his breath. Your back arched once again once you felt his two fingers slid so easily inside your cunt, penetrating the tight walls with its girth. Once his thumb found your clit, you felt this swirling feeling inside of your stomach. The circular motion got your head spinning and panting for more. 

Coach Toji watched your breasts bounce up and down with an awe smirk plastered across his face. Your eyes shut closed, hands clutching on the couch. Feeling his lust got the best of him, his mouth then covered one of your nipples and gave them a hard suck. Your breath hitched again before letting out audible moans. 

The squelching noises that filled his living room echoed in the back of your mind. Your moans and his grunts mixed all together. “C-coach, wait, wait,” you paused. 

His eyebrows furrowed when you called out for him. But, he didn’t pull his fingers out and kept his steady pace. Your face washed with pleasure and struggled to get the words out. 

“Wh-what about your girlfriend?” You finally uttered the question you have been meaning to ask before this happened. His girlfriend would kill you if she found out that her boyfriend is secretly screwing his student behind her back. 

“She is not my girlfriend,” he asserted. Coach Toji met your gaze, “Don’t worry about a fucking thing. You are mine tonight.” He dared to say that with his two fingers languidly stroking your insides, abusing your tight walls with pleasurable pain. 

You moaned once again, climax almost washed all over you. Coach Toji bit on his inner cheeks, grunting as he drew firm circles on your clit, flicking the sensitive bud to give you the orgasm that you never had before him. And when it hit, you found yourself screamed in a high-pitched scream as you had your first orgasm. You were gasping for air but Coach Toji covered your mouth with his addictive kiss. 

His sexy lips nibbled on your lower lip, softly sucking on your plump lip before he terrorised your mouth. As his one hand cupped your jaw, the other free hand rashly undid his pants and his briefs. Once he undressed himself, he let out a groan after breaking the kiss. He never wanted to let go of your lips at that moment. 

You looked down at his throbbing cock in his hand. The length and the girth gave you a second thought. 

Will it fit? 

Will it hurt? 

It’s terrifying enough just at the glance of his dick. 

“Bend your legs for me, love,” he murmured. When you did, he wasn’t satisfied. So, Coach Toji took the matter into his own hands and bent your legs as far as you could. You hissed in pain but surprisingly, he kissed the pain away. 

Coach Toji sighed the moment the warmth of your slick touched his cock. He slid his length along your folds, just rubbing it back and forth, tormenting you with hasty moves. You winced because of the sensitivity after coming down from your high. 

“It’s- it’s sensitive,” you cried a plea.

Coach Toji held your thighs open before he buried his cock inside you. God, it was so warm and he almost lost his mind that night. Your walls were squeezing around his tip so tight. He slowly bottomed out but that only made you cry louder. It was painful but in a good way. The pain was minimal because you were already stretched out by his fingers earlier. 

His head was thrown back once his length was fully inside you. Slowly, he rocked his hips to set his pace. You sobbed back a tear, watching his cock sliding in and out of you. Indescribable feelings clouded your mind, disabling you to form coherent sentences. His stroke was so damn good, you were sure you almost wished tonight to never come to its end. 

Your legs kept on closing against your will because of the building climax. Coach Toji grunted under his breath as his frustration grew from keeping your legs open. 

“You need to be more flexible, doll,” he hissed. “Your legs need to be stretched out more.”

Whatever he said didn’t make sense to you when he got you all speechless. You let him belittled you and all he ever received was a bunch of whines and cries. Coach Toji watched every single of your facial expressions as his cock hit every sensitive spot inside your inviting cunt. 

“Fuck, I already love your pussy, baby,” Coach Toji groaned before giving another thrust that gave you a loud moan. “I am not changing my mind about your pussy,” his minty breath hovered in the corner of your lips. His tongue slid into your mouth, his bare hand fondling and pinching on your hardened nipples. 

His pace was ruthless, leaving your tongue tied. You were sure it was going to leave you limping the following day. Coach Toji wrapped your legs around his waist, pounding into you so hard. You were nothing but tears and snots in the comfort of his living room. He introduced all sorts of new unlocked feelings that night. But, you couldn’t help thinking of the consequences of tonight’s event tomorrow and the day after. What will happen between the both of you? What if someone finds out?  How are you going to look at him in the eyes during practice? How’s your future going to look like? Are you just another one of his fucktoy? 

The overthinking collides with your urge to come around his cock for the second time. And he gave it to you willingly. The high that you never expected you’d experience in your lifetime. Truly, Coach Toji knows how to fuck. It leaves you wondering if he makes love just as good as he fucks. 

[gottalovetumbler]

Supernatural Stains

Pt.2 LFG!!!! MDNI 2,274 words info: blood, cursing, anger, dentist (Got longer than I expected but I wanted to get the back story squared away so we came all now ignore it and read on :)

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It's been over a week since you've seen those two handsome hunks and it seems you're already going through withdrawals. The bags under your eyes have grown from near non-existent to the first thing people's eyes linger on when you greet them. To make things even better this is your first night shift in a four-shift stint so there's physically no way for you to try and remedy this odd predicament you've found yourself in. 

Your shoulder pops as you shove another drop off into the large 40lbs washing machine, you should honestly get that checked out, not cause it hurts or anything it isn't very comfortable. As you throw the last struggling socks into the drum a scent you recognize hits your senses. Ah yes, the lovely scent of shit and menthol fills the air, by golly it's your absolute favor- 

“Excuse me, do you work here?” 

Agitation digs into your spine as it crawls higher and higher because no Dave, we haven't seen each other many times and I sure as hell haven't folded your dirty ass underwear more times than my own or anything. A nice smile grows on your face as you speed walk to the office, taking pride in the fact that he has to huff and puff to keep up with your cruel pace. “Of course! How can I help you?

“Well first off whoever did my laundry last time folded it when they weren't supposed to and I got overcharged for it so I'd like that as a credit or discount. Secondly, the idiot bunched my socks up instead of folding them like asked so howcan I get compensated for that?” What a lying fucking bastard, are you kidding me? You did that laundry perfectly and even took a few pounds off the total because you felt nice but nope no anymore. 

“Well for the overpayment I can calculate how much you overpaid and apply that to this drop-off but for future reference please let us know when you pick up if something looks wrong so we can fix it as soon as possible. As for the socks, I won't be able to do much about that since they were not damag-.”

A wrinkly finger being shoved into your face stops your angry ramble, impatience simmering about to spew as you lock eyes with the source of the said appendage. The vein in his neck bulges out as he bares his teeth at you ready to tear you a new one, not sure if it'll be physically or metaphorically with how angry he's becoming. The upcoming onslaught was halted by a large hand landing roughly on Dave's right shoulder. Your matching sneers split from each other and snap to the owner of the rough grip and in that moment you realize just how invested in the angry exchange you were. 

“Mate, if you think that's the way to speak to a beautiful young lady then you need ta’go for a walk.” 

And well, you'd be lying if you deny in any way that the smooth accented voice didn't make you flush. A small part of you is scared that this will just cause a bigger reaction and maybe even a lawsuit from dear old Dave but as you both look towards the voice you realize, there's no way in hell Dave will win this one. It seems he realizes this too as he just shoots you a dirty glare and stalks out the door with his laundry. 

You recognize one of the two men straightaway, that being Johnny, and boy oh boy did you miss that faint but sweet strawberry scent though you note its dirt counterpart is much less overpowering this time around. The new scent though, lemongrass with a smidge of gunpowder, nearly takes your breath away though what truly makes you gawk is the man it's attached to. What is up with all the attractive men and why are they in your laundry mat? How did not only this 6 '1 brown-eyed beauty but his two other handsome friends end up here?  

“You alright there, love? Something on my face?” Your face flushes as Johnny snorts, clearly getting the same feeling of Deja Vu as you. The new man huffs in laughter as your head bows. The sight that greets you causes your heart to drop, there's a small puddle of blood beneath both your clenched hands. You stand frozen both in shame and awe as you stare at the crimson fluid, what crappy vampire gets entranced by their blood. Two warm hands grip each of yours gently, dislodging the nails from your palms, they must be speaking but all you can hear is the roar of blood pumping through your ears.

As your gaze locks back into focus you question just how long you've been zoned out. The light outside is nonexistent so it's no longer 5 something pm, a sluggish glance to the bottom of the computer screen tells you it's 7:36. And holy shit does that knock you straight out of the nice daze you found yourself in, your senses slowly come back as you take in your surroundings. 

You're still in the office but instead of at the counter your sat in the plush rolling chair tucked into the back corner, Johnny is sitting in one of the chairs from the lobby to your left still massaging your now bandaged hands. His eyes lock with yours and a question is clearly on the tip of his tongue when the mystery man makes himself known. 

“Oh, finally you're up! How long do you dry a down comforter for? A lady jus' dropped one off with the vague instructions to make sure i' was quite fully dry.”

It fully clicks in then that not only have you been out of it for more than two but also that the new man has been handling everything for you. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry that you had to do this. I have no idea what came over me. I am so so sorry.” Your attempt to shoot out of the chair is stopped by an immovable force, Johnny's arm locks around your midsection and pushes you back down. “No sae fast bonnie, yer in na shape tae up ad movin around. Sit back doun, guid lass, an juist rest, kyles got it covered for ye.”

“I appreciate that I really do but please, you've already helped me enough and I need to get back to work before someone reports me to the owner.” It takes quite a bit of energy to stop the nervous stammer in your voice but youmanage. It takes even more energy to convince both Johnny and who you assume is Kyle to let you finish the night but they eventually leave after catching you up with everything that's happened while you were out. 

Turns out Dave did end up coming back in and dropped off his laundry that Kyle finished as quickly as possible but waited an extra hour to let him know he could pick it up. Other than that, the machines gave them some grief and a handful of rowdy high school kids tried to use the lobby as a hangout spot but once it was clear they had no laundry they were quickly escorted out. After getting you up to speed they finally parted, Kyle with a tip of his head and Johnny with a frown. 

It was about 5 minutes after they left that you realized they not only handled customers for you but also started the nightly clean-up duty, the lint traps were cleared, the trash can emptied and even the machines were wiped down. Due to it luckily being decently quiet the rest of the night you really didn't need to sweep or mop so for the first time ever you got out right at close. 

With it being only about 10 pm, the drive home was filled with many more bright headlights than you would have liked but it wasn't unpleasant. Especially since you were much more focused on how many emotions were bumping around in your muddled head. The topmost being a mix of embarrassment and anxiety, what if Kyle and Johnny think you are some freak (just the word makes you cringe, mainly because it's not untrue), or what if someone contacted your boss or worse, left a review about the seemingly inebriated girl in the back of the office getting her bandaged hands rubbed by a burly man. All these thoughts came to head as you made a sudden and unwanted realization, you care way too much about what these men (who mind you, you've only seen less than three times) think of you. I mean you haven't even been properly introduced to each other, they could be serial killers for all you know, and here- ring ring ring.

You jump as your eyes snap to the screen of your car where the name Big Grin takes up the whole screen. Why the hell was your dentist calling this late at night? With a huff, you answer the phone with a soft “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N? This is Jessie calling from Big Grin, is this a good time to talk?” She continues after getting a positive noise from you. “I'm calling with regards to your recent appointment following your concern with your teeth amongst other things-.” Oh OH, that's why they are calling so late. 

~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~

A few months back you finally started seeing a new dentist after moving out of your parent's house. The dentist they took you to wasn't bad per se but he didn't know how to not be a creep. So you found a new dentist, Dr.Owen was a kind man and truly listened to all your concerns, especially paying attention to the ones surrounding your upper fangs. You had seen him for about 3 months when it all changed, one day he was just doing a routine cleaning when he accidentally caught your gum and made you bleed a bit. Now this typically wouldn't be too big of a concern but when the blood hit your tongue you blacked out. Coming back to only about 30 minutes later you were then informed that you are not only not human but that your a fucked up example of what you're supposed to be. 

Dr.Owen didn't say that of course but what he did tell you is that while he is not a vampire his wife is and that was why he had gotten into dentistry in the first place. So that people like you could have access to a normal dentist and routine cleaning. He also let you know that he has studied many different types of fangs but the ones you have are new. It seems that somewhere back in your bloodline something happened because you not only have a set of vamp fangs but also just normal human adult ones. The human ones grew in first and because of that your vamp puberty has been semi-halted. 

The gist you finally get after the hour-long lecture is that being a vampire is only passed through bloodlines, no biting people to change them. And that a kid fully becomes a vampire around the typical age of puberty when their fangs fully grow in. Now vamp fangs are no different from human ones, they look the same and don't even elongate like in movies, all they do is trigger a hormone that completes the transformation. The issue with your is that because they aren't/can't fully grow they are just sitting in your gums and aren't able to fully turn you. Until they do you won't feel the unstoppable bloodlust nor do you need to feed on blood but because they do exist they have slightly impacted you. 

Until you decide to get the adult fangs removed and let the vampire ones grow in (if ever) then you would only get small hints of the vampire feature, while you don't need blood to survive if you do taste it, it acts as a little like a sugar rush or caffeine. As for abilities, your sense of smell is slightly more enhanced and your eyes are more sensitive to light, effectively making you half vampire half human. 

He also gave you a quick rundown of the history of vampires, how the first was recorded as a passenger on a ship sailing back to Britain from the new world The issue with the story though is that everyone on that ship swore up and down that Thomas H Kline never boarded the ship and appeared out of nowhere. With no proof of Thomas being anything but a normal passenger, he was free to live his everlasting life in London where he had three children with his human wife Louise. Out of the three, two inherited the gene and with them, the curse continued down the bloodline till one of the branches came to you. 

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“And I'm just calling to schedule your next appointment with Dr.Owen to look at your teeth again and discuss the future, what is a good time for you?” A short back and forth gets you set up for an appointment at 9:30 am the next morning, early enough before work that you can go back home and do nothing for a bit. 

With that thought you pull down your long dirt driveway fully unaware of the truck that slowly drives past the entrance before flipping back around and driving back the way you both came.

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TAKE IT SLOW KID

JOEL MILLER x PLATONIC!READER

★⇢ summary; He saves you from the cruel life you’ve had but is it a mistake now after you begin to see him as a father-figure?

★⇢ warnings; angst, violence, mentions of death, slight trauma?,

★⇢ a/n; This is my first tlou fic so bare with me 😭 I hope the story makes sense like it did in my head and sorry if theres any mistakes, english isn’t my first language :)

★⇢ word count; 2,1k

Joel, like everyone else living in this fucked up world had changed after september 26th. His cold, ruthless demeanor had developed after his Sarah had died in his arms. He had convinced to himself that the paternal part of him was long gone and what remained was just a shell of a man, he had swore himself to never getting too close with too many people, or trusting them.

Until he saw you, lying on the ground while two grown ass men were beating you, a teenager, a kid. The feeling he swore would never come out again, he felt it in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly he was holding Sarah, his baby girl again while she bled to death and all the memories, the painful feelings he tried to push down were coming back up again. He needed to walk away, he needed to suppress the feelings away but he just couldn’t, he couldn’t walk away because the painful screams you were letting you were getting to him.

He went to an autopilot, surged towards the men and the only goal was to save you. After he managed to scare the men and he slowly came up to you “hey kid, cmon up” he extended a hand towards you. You shook and slowly lifted your small hand in his, he pulled you up “wheres your parents kid?” he asked after he flinched his hand away from yours.

You knew you probably shouldn’t trust this stranger but he saved you from those men who have taunted you a while. His presence scared you but you felt safe. But after he asked you that question you shut down and he could probably see it. “Don’t know, probably dead. Thanks for saving me I should go-“ you said not wanting to get out of the conversation as soon as possible because you knew that the fedra people would come looking for you. But he stopped you before you could even take a step. “Slow down kid, where are you going to go then?” he asked. “I don’t know, I’m thankful but I can’t stay here” you said looking pleadingly at his eyes. He sighed “You’re a kid, should have a home at least.”

You look at your feet now, painful memories coming up how everyone you loved left you. “I don’t” is the only thing you get out

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“Tess where is the kid!” You hear Joel yell after he came back to his small home. Tess is not here but Michael is who is now holding a knife to your throat, you hear Joel yell your name and you know he’s looking for you.

“One fucking word and I kill you and the grandpa after you” you hear Michael behind you speak. Tears are now rolling down your eyes and you hope that Joel doesn’t come to the room, but at the same time you want him to save you. You want him to protect you from this man behind you but you know you shouldn’t hope that.

“This ‘ain’t funny anymore kid!” You hear his voice and you let out a sob. “Shut the fuck up bitch” you hear from behind you. Suddenly the door is being pushed open and you see him, the man who has saved you now multiple occasions and took to his home, gave you a bed and food. Something no one has done for you.

“Joel” you creek out while tears are rolling down you cheeks, you see the panic in his eyes. You never really cried in front of him before. “Look man I don’t want to fight, I only want the girl. Just let us go and nothing bad will happen” you hear Michael speak behind you. You know he’s scared of Joel but it didn’t stop him from coming for you.

Joel looks at him and sighs “fine” and he steps away from the room. What? No. No no no. He can’t do this to you. You let out a sob “I told you shut up you fucking stupid ass kid” michael says and you feel him move the knife and it makes a small cut to your throat.

He’s pushing you out of the room and you can’t even look at Joel, he’s abandoning you just like everyone else. You thought you could trust him, the times you had to hold yourself back from calling him dad after he took care of you are now haunting you while you walk towards his front door.

“What the fuc-“ you hear that man suddenly speak behind you and hes pulled off you and being stabbed by Joel. You stare at him, in shock. He had said yes- he actually didn’t mean it? You fall to your knees, the panic still tearing your insides. You start to sob, you can’t breathe. Why can’t you breathe? It feels like everything is slowing down. Suddenly you feel someone, a palm pressing down on your cheek “kid, hey everything is okay” You hear a muffled voice speaking.

“look at me, hey! Slow down kid” You finally recognize the voice, it’s dad- Joel. It’s Joel, he saved you, you’re okay. You look up to him now, you see an emotion you can’t quite understand. “Dad?” you say weakly, still not breathing evenly and immediately regret it because you see it in his eyes, the shock and you feel him physically tense up.

Joel never thought someone would be calling him that again, he does see Sarah in you. Whenever you let out a little laugh or you tease him about him he can’t help but think his baby girl. But now you’re shaking because you thought he would let them take you. “It’s okay, everything is okay, I got you” he forces out. He know that you’re smart and he knows you probably noticed the way he tensed after you called him.. that.

“I-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have called you that I-“ you imminent go back into a panic mode and apologize profusely. Joel says your name softly “its okay, slip ups happen” he says and you flinch but don’t say anything else.

You get up, avoiding Joels gaze and walking back to the room you claimed as yours. You close the door behind you after you hear Joels voice call after you. You can’t, you can’t look at him. It pains you how desperately you want him to accept you as what? His daughter? You know that there was a child, his child who died and you know it pains him so why are you even thinking this? Curling to the bed and pulling the sheets up to hide from the world but you hear joel open the door and step inside.

Tears are rolling down now, you don’t know why and you refuse to let Joel see it so you just hide your face from him. He says your name again and he sits down next to your curled up legs. “Look kid- I’m sorry I had you thinkin’ that I was going to let them take you. I swear that I would never do that to you” He says to you.

You sit up now but still don’t look at his face, you know he can see the tears now, “You- You should’ve let him.” you say to him “I know” you pause and wipe your tears “I know i’m a big burden on you and Tess and-“ you continue but Joel shuts you down “Thats not true. Kid you are no where close to being a burden” he says to you. You feel your head spin and suddenly you remeber the cut michael gave you, and lift a finger to feel it and you see your blood, you look at Joel and he already has the things to treat the wound.

Hes getting up and kneeling down in front of you, “I’m going to clean it first and then bandage it up, okay?” he says and you are just nodding. He does it fast as possible and it doesn’t hurt too bad. Now he’s looking at you “Joel I- thank you. And I’m sorry-“ he shakes his head and says “You have nothing to apologize for kid, I’m sorry for not keeping you safe enough” and that is what breaks you. You crumble and start sobbing, you hide your face in your hands in shame for not being stronger to hold it in. “Oh baby girl, it’s okay let it out” You hear Joel say while hes pulling you to his arms and he hugs you “he was going to kill me and- and” you say “I know, I know, shh” he says and rocks you side to side gently “he said he was going to kill you after me I- dad-“ you sob in to his shoulder not even noticing that you called him that again, but he does.

Joel feels it in his guts, “baby shh, i’m fine. Everything is okay” and he stays there until you calm down.

He notices your steady breathing and he realizes that you fell asleep on him, he sighs and gently places you to the bed. He knows this is not a good life for a kid, he found you when you were about 11years old and he watched you grow right in front of him. You are older now but still a kid, he knows he’s attached to you but he pushes the thoughts down and quietly leaves the room after tucking you in.

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“Joel!” He hears you scream and he’s up in a flash “dad?” you yell and he bursts in to your room to see you toss in you bed. He walks over to you “Hey kid, wake up everything is okay” he gently shakes you and you don’t wake up. He says your name but you still don’t open your eyes but you’re still panicking about something in your dream “no please no don’t hurt him please, hes all i have” you yell.

Now he’s shaking you again but with a little more force “baby girl” he says and you shoot up and breathe unsteadily. He sees the panic in your eyes while you look at him “hey i’m here, you’re okay” he says to you and he sees you start examining him “you’re okay” you say and then he realizes, you weren’t worried about yourself at all. He has always knew you were selfless and tender hearted like many kids but he didn’t realize you were so worried about him “i’m okay baby, i’m okay” he says and looks at you with gentle eyes. Suddenly you throw your arms around him, he didn’t expect that but hugs you back regardless.

“You know you remind me of my daugher Sarah” he starts and he feels you tense slightly. “You don’t need to talk about it Joel, I know it’s a touchy subject” you say with a crooked voice. His heart tugs and he continues “I want to tell you about her, she had a beautiful smile just like yours and- and she was a snarky girl like you” his voice cracks. All the memories flood back, his Sarah just after she was born, her first day at school and when she repaired his watch for him for his birthday.

“She would’ve liked you kid, and you would have liked her.” he says and puts his palm to the back of your head and sighs. “I would have, she seems like she was a great person” you answer him.

“I had a sister.” you start. Trying to stay calm you continue “She was my best friend, she was all I had after my parents.. She protected me from the world and I owe her everything. She-“ you can’t keep your tears away anymore. Joel gives you time to gather yourself “After we got into the QZ they separated us and put me in the fedra school and she had to work. The first time i saw her after they separated us was when she was about to leave to smuggle something for more rationcards because she was struggling. I insisted that I would come with her because she was all I had, she said yes and we went outside.” You continue while trying to gather yourself “We got stuck in a building and there were so many of them, the- the infected chased us around the building until we found a door and I tried to open it but it was jammed but I managed, I stepped outside and she.. didn’t come out, i heard her say that she loves me and get back to the QZ and I stood there, while the infected were ripping my sister to pieces I-“ you choke up a sob “I listened her screams and I fucking couldn’t do anything I- I couldn’t move, maybe if i convinced her not to go she still would be-“ you couldn’t continue, sobbing to Joels shirt while he slowly rubs your back.

“It’s not your fault.” Is the only thing he says while he tries to calm you down. “It’s not your fault” he says again.

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chapter summary: back to reader's pov, joel is issued a firmer warning, and old vices are revisited

warnings: 18+, mdni. previous dark!joel/raider!joel. angst. threat. violence. panic attack. mention of ptsd/nightmares. lotsa swearing. alcoholism/drug overdose. suicidal ideation.

a/n: i half proof-read this but editing was turning me inside out so i called it a day and pushed post. pls forgive me. love u all

You'd be lying if you pretended that the sight of Joel breaking down on your front porch didn't tug both sides of your mouth into an uncharacteristically sadistic smile.

Big, scary Joel Miller. The man who put the fear of God in most of Jackson's residents each and every day. He was a ghost story in this town; rumours of his past life were exchanged in low voices, whispers gliding through pools of beer at the Tipsy Bison after dark.

He had been a ghost to you, too. An intangible apparition that left you feeling like a little girl afraid of the dark.

But here he was, on your doorstep, sobs racking through his body and tears falling from his eyes.

He looked pathetic. Powerless.

You had an overwhelming urge to touch him as he wept. To place a hand on his upper arm or rake your fingers through his hair and pull, pull, pull. To ground yourself in the moment, to prove to yourself this was real. Your fingertips swelled with power. The feeling was electric; you momentarily understood how men like him became infatuated with the sensation.

You'd grown to realise that men didn't like it very much when they were faced with facts of their wrongdoings. You had seen it first in your father. How he would attempt to convince you, and himself, that he was a good man. That he had tried everything to bring your mother back from the pit she called home, but that she was too stubborn. That it was her decision to crawl further and further into the darkness.

It was interesting, to you at least, how your father had slowly managed to believe his own lie. You had watched as he'd wiped his slate clean and moulded a new identity that only existed in words, not actions.

You looked on as Joel did the same. You watched him come undone, clinging onto the wooden railing for support, assuming the same stance as when you'd confirmed his suspicions about Mia's parentage.

It felt like watching a predator behind five layers of glass at the zoo. You couldn't help but stare at his insides mangling his body; his knuckles white against the railing, shoulders rigid against his neck, jaw clenched and throat humming with gulps of air between sobs. It looked unnatural, like seeing a polar bear sprawled against a cold rock on a summer's day in Georgia.

Repeatedly turning up here, at your home, was one thing. But to demand a right to see your daughter? His unrelenting audacity was astounding; it was the self-confidence only a man who had lied to himself over and over could pull off.

"I need you to quieten down, Joel. I have neighbours." You warned in a harsh whisper, afraid of providing Jackon with a buzz of gossip tomorrow morning.

You pulled him by the arm and dragged him inside to ensure his attention. Pinning him against the front door, taking a second to commend your own strength knowing he could put you on your ass in seconds, you pressed the blade from your back pocket against the base of his throat.

"You make a single move toward those stairs or do anything to wake my daughter, I will gut you. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." He choked in response.

You released your weight from him, finally realising just how big he actually was. He towered over you, his broad shoulders eclipsing the entire width of the doorframe. You wondered if he had stayed beneath your grip solely for your benefit.

"Sit down." You gestured toward the sofa, pacing back and forth as he obeyed.

"M'a good father, y'know." He hiccuped, face buried in his hands.

"I'm sure your Father of the Year award got lost in the mail." You retorted under your breath.

"I may not be a good man, but I've always been a good father. Took down all those Fireflies for Ellie. But now she don't wanna talk to me, she don't even look at me most days."

You weren't entirely listening as he mumbled into the palm of his hands, his body still jolting from time to time with poorly contained sobs.

"Well what did you do to piss her off?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Look, Joel. As much as I love our little heart to hearts, you nee-"

"Mommy?" You hadn't noticed Mia come into the room. Your muscles froze.

"Hey, sweetheart. Couldn't sleep?"

"I heard voices." She rubbed her eyes with little fists.

"I'm sorry we woke you little bird, let me come and tuck you back in."

You moved protectively toward Mia, herding her away from Joel like a shepherd at the sight of a fox in the distance of his flock.

"You were at my birthday party." Mia croaked, peaking around your legs to look at Joel.

He'd straightened his posture as soon as Mia's small voice had startled you both, and now he was leant forward ever so slightly.

There was something you couldn't quite put your finger on reflecting in his eyes. The effects of half a bottle of whiskey, most likely.

"Yes, I was, little lady. Did you have fun?"

"Okay, that's enough, le-" you tried to catch her before she slipped through the gap in your legs.

"Yes, thank you. But the other little girl ate the last of my cake."

Joel chuckled, resting his elbows on his knees with his fingers intertwined.

"That'll be my Ellie. You'll have to forgive her, she ain't had cake in a real long time."

You quickly caught the tear threatening to fall down your cheek.

Seeing the two of them connecting so effortlessly felt like driving past a car crash. You didn't want to look, you wanted to grab Mia in your arms and run as far away as possible, but you couldn't help but stand and stare.

All of their similarities, the quirks and characteristics you could never place in your own daughter suddenly lined up.

The way she looked through her eyelashes with those big brown doe eyes, the slight hook of her nose that you had come to terms with belonging to a stranger.

It was a haunting collision of where you'd come from and where you were headed, your past and future hanging before you with fingers and toes of their own. The man who had made you wish you could tear at your skin until there was nothing left, and the girl who gave you the needle to sew yourself back together. All you could do was stand and watch.

"That's enough, now. Upstairs to bed, Mia." You choked out, placing your body in between her and Joel as if it could stop the same blood from running through them both.

You ushered Mia up the stairs, tucking her into bed with a kiss on the forehead.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, you placed a hand on her cheek and spoke in a low whisper.

"Mia, my love. If you ever see that man in town and I'm not with you, you are not to speak to him. Do you understand?"

"Is he bad?" She whispered in response.

"He's sick, baby. He was outside and alone for a very long time. I just really need you to promise me you'll stay away from him."

"Is he infected?" Her big eyes searched yours for an answer.

"No, sweetheart. It's his mind that's sick."

"Can I get it? The thing that makes him sick?"

"Never. You have honey running through your veins, little bird." You smoothed her hair down, placing a small kiss on her cheek as she giggled.

"Okay, mommy. I promise."

"Good girl. I'll see you in the morning."

She pulled the duvet up to her chin, her eyes fluttering softly shut. You closed her bedroom door and made your way back down the stairs to Joel lingering by the front door. His hands were crumpled in his jeans pockets, eyes concentrating on the wooden floor.

You thought he was about to say something, but rather than hear him out any longer you swatted your palm flat against his chin with all the force you could muster. As the back of his head hit the door with a thud, you connected your knee with his crotch, bringing your face down to his as he doubled over with a groan.

"You must've misheard me before. Pull this shit again and I'll make sure no woman has to suffer the misfortune of putting up with you, daddy of the year, ever again."

Feeling around the side of his dangling body, you turned the doorknob and let him stumble backwards into the night.

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"We still on for tonight?" Greg pressed about an hour into your morning patrol.

You'd wondered when the dreaded topic of drinks was going to rear its ugly head. In all honesty, you were far too tired from your poor night's sleep to do anything after patrol, but you were equally too tired to argue.

One drink wouldn't hurt, you told yourself. Hell, you might even manage a full night's sleep with the help of a glass of red.

"Sure. Tommy and Maria pick Mia up from school on Tuesdays, anyway."

"Great, I'll swing by yours around 8?"

"No, that's okay. I'll meet you at the Bison."

Hesitant to host yet another unwanted guest, you attempted to put as much distance between him and your home as possible.

You weren't a particularly antagonistic woman, but knowing Joel had arrived at your front door last night just short of a suit of armour boasting about how he just couldn't stand to hear you spoken about in such a way almost spurred you on to see through your plans with Greg. Joel's southern drawl, which wasn't really all that charming, coated each syllable that fell from his mouth with a sickly, lazed attempt at chivalry. Sometimes you thought he dropped half a word simply to conceal the rot in his chest.

Let him disapprove, you thought, remind him of his place: out of your business. Out of your life.

"Won't believe who I had a run-in with last night at the Bison. Tommy's big brother, Joe?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Don't play coy, Greg. You know his name is Joel."

"Whatever. He's fuckin' nuts. Smashin' his glass around, stormin' out in a damn tantrum like he ran the place."

"That so? What did you say to antagonise him?"

"You think I'm such a troublemaker, huh?" You quietly thanked god that you were riding ahead of Greg, or you're sure you would've caught a stomach-turning glint in his eye at the insinuation you actually thought about him, ever.

As the afternoon meandered into dusk, you wondered how in hell you were going to cope with a double shift of Greg. The leftover bottle of wine from Mia's birthday flickered in your subconscious. A scene played out in your mind of Maria smelling the sweetness on your breath, backing you into a corner and locking eyes with you the way only she could manage.

You hadn't drunk alone since what Maria had coined the incident; you were surprised at her absent-mindedness in leaving the bottle behind in the first place.

Maybe she was testing you.

Perhaps she had undertaken a quiet hypothesis crafted between her and Tommy, one whispered between pillows after the lights went out.

Let's see how long it takes for her to break.

Dr. Lee's voice rang in your ears. Love is conditional and unconditional. He had said. You are not always walking a tightrope - sometimes you are simply walking. Most often, you felt like the rope.

You had watched your mother's descent into paranoia, only a couple of months before she opted for opioids instead. Maybe that was your destiny; a bottle-shaped grave with the fingers you slipped through muddying your favourite dress with handfuls of dirt.

Soon enough, you and Greg were pulling yourselves from your saddles, exchanging pleasantries and specifics about meeting later on. You found yourself on autopilot, calculating the quickest route home to swallow down whatever feeling was clawing at your throat.

Maybe you were imagining it, but your front porch seemed to linger with Joel's presence. Approaching your door, you could see the ghost of his shape leaning against the wooden railing, you could still smell the musk of his skin, hear the thud of his body hitting the door. The latter made you smile at least.

On the other side of the door sat that stillness you had to fight to not let swallow you. You could never adjust to the emptiness that tried so hard to engulf you, so instead, you sought to destroy it.

An hour passed. Relaxing into the familiar warmth finally seeping through your skin, you caught your reflection passing the mirror on the way out and smiled. Lips stained and teeth bared. You tipped your chin to the sky and searched the ceiling for any hint of a higher being.

"Jesus, if you're there, make this quick." You spoke to the peeling wallpaper.

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Maybe nobody was listening.

You had decided it was easier to surrender to Greg's ego, accepting that he in fact had no interest in conversing with you, but talking at you.

You tried not to dwell on the fact that you hadn't uttered more than a couple of words in the past hour, but he seemed content with that.

One thing Greg was good for was his willingness to keep your glass full. His stories eventually all merged in to one, you didn't care to differentiate the names or places.

You hated his mouth. The way words shaped his lips, the strings of saliva stretching from his tongue to teeth as he boasted about how many infected he had cleared a couple of months ago.

"I was supposed to be patrolling more dangerous locations, but Maria wanted someone more senior on the perimeter." He lied.

Before you could endure any more of his heroism, Tommy came barging through the door, his face flushed but simultaneously sickly pale. He only needed to call your name once before you were on your feet, jogging toward him. You hoped he mistook your stumbling for urgency.

“Tommy?” You attempted to keep your breathing regulated.

His response floated in the air around you, never truly sinking in until the words Mia and some kinda allergic reaction fell from his mouth.

You clutched your stomach, unsure if the liquor was finally catching up with you or if your gut knew something you couldn't bring yourself to process. Tommy called your name, underestimating your speed powered by instinct, an invisible string tying you to her, tugging, tugging, tugging.

"I'm coming," you breathed, words disappearing as quickly as they'd formed. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Maria and Tommy's front door was wide open, scurrying bodies illuminated in the rectangular light running to and fro.

You squeezed your eyes tight, for just a second.

"Please." You begged.

Is anybody still listening?

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Stupid little snippets/conversations

Will probably add to this as they are created. The closest to NSFW writing I have on tumblr. This is basically crack stress relief for me so beware of suggestive jokes and... well - the sillies *shrug*

Didn’t think I needed to add this because grown ass men walking around in cgi grey onesies but my bayverse writing is based in the current year so 24-25 people that’s the turtle age range

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Donnie spies you walking by with a grape flavored icicle: Hey! Those were for the party!

You paused, leaned against the door jam of the lab, and gave the little sugary treat a healthy slurp: yeah? What you gonna do about it, Pop Tart Licker?

Donnie remains frozen for half a beat, mentally processing the dare, before he’s on his feet, tools thrown to the wayside: “Oh I’ll show you ‘Pop Tart Licker'.”

You tear off cackling through the Lair with an irate Donnie on your heels.

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Leo was trying to ignore you. He was succeeding in ignoring-

Your foot slipped, sneaker popping a squeal on the freshly cleaned floor, and his shoulder twitched.

"Wow, that would have been bad." you no doubt thought your whisper was quiet enough to escape detection, but his head tilted.

“If you make one more noise, I’m going to sit on you.” He threatened, low voice carrying across the lair

Silence for a moment, then-

“Have you ever heard of the expression ‘don’t tempt me with a good time’?”

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Raphael: so we’re gonna start with the bench, move to flys. Hit biceps and triceps, and finish with abs

You *looking up from a package of powdered doughnuts* : what?

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You and April, *chilling, watching the turtles and Casey devolve into man children over sports*

April, *gesturing to the group*: hey. How does that work?

You, *sipping a soda*: hm? What? What work?

April, *gesturing with both hands now*: that. Them. How does that-

You, *cutting her off*: oh. No. No, you don’t wanna ask that

April, *after a moment*: who has-

You, *cutting her off again*: no, no don’t ask that either.

April, *mentally calculating*: why?

*You take the time to slowly tighten the cap on your soda, set it aside*: you really wanna ask that?

April, *eyeing everyone cheering around the tv again for a long moment before setting aside her own drink*: no. No. You’re right. I don’t.

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You: and then she died

Mikey, *sobbing quietly*: and then she died?

Donnie, *sitting on the bean bag next to the two of you*: I am never asking you two to watch movies I have yet to see with me ever again.

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*Leo and Donnie sitting across from you at the table*

Leo: we need to know, baby. Just choose, we won’t get mad

Donnie: whichever one you want, love. No tricks, we promise

You, *staring at the offered mugs of tea and coffee in front of you* : oh no.

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[mindyco]

Bakugou x F!Reader 🩷 [Store Bought]

Warnings: Reader gets called crude remarks by a group of men

Artwork credit: @Reharux035

You little rats get two updates in a row. Lucky you. But the fact that this happens in real life to some people makes me disgusted. Not sure how hot women deal with it. (ᇂ_ᇂ |||) They're just Bad Bitches ig I tried so hard to not make the dialogue cringe, but it's too late to apologize...

As you stood outside the convenience store, the warm evening breeze gently caressed your cheeks, rustling the fabric of your beautiful dress. The delicate puffy sleeves framed your arms, adding a touch of elegance to your appearance. The bodice, wrapped flawlessly around your petite, pale body, accentuated your graceful figure. You glanced down at the ground, feeling a mix of anticipation and discomfort as you waited for Bakugou to emerge with a bag full of snacks.

However, amidst the bustling sounds of the city, you couldn't help but overhear a group of grown men nearby engaged in an indecent conversation. Their voices carried on the wind, their lewd remarks about your body and their desires to take you home cutting through the air like shards of glass. The crude words invaded your ears, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You clenched your fists, anger simmering beneath the surface, but you knew engaging with them would only escalate the situation.

With trembling fingers, you twiddled nervously, desperately trying to ignore the repulsive remarks that stained your ears. You averted your gaze, casting your eyes downward, their gazes stripping away your sense of security, leaving you feeling bare and defenseless. But no amount of distraction could fully shield us from the onslaught of their indecency.

"You see that girl over there? Damn, she's something else," ugly ass bitch #1 said with a low chuckle.

"Yeah, look at those curves. I wouldn't mind taking her home," ugly ass bitch #2 chimed in, his voice thick with lust.

The third ugly ass bitch let out a lecherous whistle. "She's got legs for days. Bet she knows how to use them."

Their words sent shivers down your spine, a chill running through your veins. You felt your face flush with anger and embarrassment, a storm of emotions swirling within you. How dare they objectify you, reduce you to nothing more than an object of desire?

But then, they uttered something that struck a nerve, a comment so degrading that it shattered the fragile walls of your composure. "I bet she's easy. A girl like that, she's just asking for it."

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to hold back your emotions. The men, alarmed by your sudden outburst, quickly dispersed, leaving you standing there, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and humiliation.

You couldn't control the flood of emotions that overwhelmed you, and you bent down, lowering your head, seeking solace in the veil of your own vulnerability. The world around you seemed distant and muffled, as if it was just you and your pain. The ground beneath you felt cold and unforgiving, the sensation seeping through the fabric of your dress, intensifying the ache in your heart.

Amidst your tears, a gruff voice suddenly pierced through the haze. "The hell you on the floor for?" Startled, you quickly wiped your tears away, pushing yourself up and putting on a cheerful smile, desperately trying to hide the pain that lingered in your eyes. It was Bakugou, emerging from the convenience store, his hands laden with bags of snacks. He had obviously noticed your distress, and his normally stern expression softened with concern.

His hands clenched, a fiery rage burning within him as he tilted your head up, his intense gaze searching your tear-stained face. "Who the fuck did this to you?" His voice was laced with a mixture of protectiveness and anger, ready to unleash his explosive temper on anyone who had caused you harm.

"N...No one!" you stammered, denying anything happened as you attempted to divert his attention. "What snacks did you get, Bakugou?"

His eyes narrowed, seeing through your feeble attempt to change the subject. "What the hell happened while I was away? Tell me." He scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharp as he searched for any suspicious figures lurking nearby. Like a little hunting dog, he paced in small circles, his senses on high alert, determined to find the culprits.

When his scrutiny yielded no results, he finally bent down, his voice gentle and coaxing. "Babe, are you worried about me getting into fights? If I promise not to kill anyone, will you tell me?" His words held a mix of tenderness and underlying frustration, a testament to his fierce protectiveness over you.

You sniffled, a mixture of sadness and gratitude swirling within you as you managed to conjure up an excuse. "Just... just some dirt got into my eyes."

"Dirt my ass," he interrupted harshly, his patience wearing thin. With a tender touch, he wiped away the remaining tears that clung to your cheeks, his thumb grazing your skin as if to erase the pain inflicted upon you. His gaze softened, his fiery demeanor giving way to a vulnerable concern that only you could elicit from him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," he whispered, his voice like a gentle breeze cutting through the storm. "No matter who they are, they'll have to go through me first." His words were a vow, an unyielding promise to shield you from the cruelties of the world.

You stared up at him, your tear-stained face reflecting a mix of gratitude, relief, and overwhelming emotion. The surge of warmth that enveloped you caused your tears to flow uncontrollably once again, turning the scene into a comical sight. You bawled your eyes out while Bakugou stood awkwardly, his arm hovering uncertainly over your back, unsure of how to provide comfort in this situation.

"Ah? W..Why the fuck are ya cryin' more?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with both confusion and concern. He struggled to coax you, his attempts resulting in a humorous exchange where you were a mess of tears and he was at a loss for how to console you. Despite his rough exterior, his genuine concern shone through, and it only made you cry harder.

Bakugou's intense gaze softened as he reached out to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle yet firm. "Hey," he murmured, his voice filled with concern. "What happened out there? Please. Tell me."

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "There were these guys… They started making disgusting comments about me, how they wanted to take me home. I tried to ignore them, but then they said something that..."

Bakugou's jaw clenched, anger flickering in his eyes. "What the hell did they say?" he asked, his voice edged with a mix of concern and fury.

"They… they said something that just… hurt," you replied, your voice shaking slightly. "I couldn't take it, and I started crying."

A myriad of emotions crossed Bakugou's face—anger, frustration, and a hint of self-reproach. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, trying to contain his anger. "They better hope I never find out who they are," he muttered under his breath.

You reached out and touched his arm gently. "Bakugou, it's okay. I don't want you to get into any fights because of this. I just… needed you to comfort me."

He turned to look at you, his eyes softening once again. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I hate that you had to go through that, and I hate even more that I wasn't there to protect you. But from now on, I promise, I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

You nodded, a mix of gratitude and relief flooding your heart. Bakugou's words brought you comfort, reassuring you that he was by your side, ready to shield you from any harm. The weight of the incident still lingered, but knowing that you had someone like Bakugou to rely on made it easier to bear.

Bakugou's intense gaze softened as he reached out to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle yet firm. "Hey," he murmured, his voice filled with both concern and determination. "Don't beat yourself up over this. I'm here now, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

You nodded, taking comfort in his presence and the warmth of his hand in yours. Slowly, you began to regain your composure, the raw emotions gradually subsiding as Bakugou's unwavering support enveloped you. His protective instincts kicked in, and he knew that he needed to make you feel safe, to distract you from the pain that still lingered.

"Come on," he said, his voice carrying a subtle hint of reassurance. "Let's head home. I bought all those snacks, and I'll be damned if we let those assholes ruin our evening."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, grateful for Bakugou's unwavering strength. Together, you walked side by side, his grip on your hand providing a sense of security amidst the bustling city streets. The weight of the encounter still hung in the air, but Bakugou was determined to shield you from any further harm.

As you walked, he chattered animatedly, his words laced with playful banter and attempts to make you laugh. He recounted the ridiculous things that had happened during his trip to the convenience store, exaggerating certain details and mimicking the voices of other customers. It was his way of distracting you, of reminding you that the world was filled with more than just those disgusting individuals.

You found yourself slowly getting lost in his words, the tension easing from your shoulders as a genuine smile graced your face. Bakugou's efforts to lighten the mood didn't go unnoticed, and you couldn't help but be grateful for his presence in your life.

Despite his own burning desire to track down those men and deliver justice, Bakugou knew that it wasn't what you needed right now. He understood that you needed time to heal, to regain your strength, and he was willing to set aside his own anger for the sake of your well-being.

You walked on, the sounds of the city blending with the comfort of Bakugou's voice. And with each step, the memories of the encounter began to fade into the background, replaced by a newfound sense of resilience and trust.

Afterward: Bakugou's relentless search led him to the men responsible. In a swift and explosive display of his power, he confronted them, teaching them a brutal lesson they would never forget.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 1

prompt: Spiders

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader 

summary: Frank is not a fan of spiders.

warnings: swearing, sickly sweet fluff, descriptions of bugs (most bugs do not bother me so I don't think its super graphic but I could see people with fears/issues w spiders being grossed out so I'll warn you. Please let me know if its too much!)

a/n: I was in a really bad slump this week where I had the energy and time to write but none of my serieses (is that the right plural lol) were sparking joy. So I started writing some little pieces for Matty and Frank and I'm very excited to share them!

w/c: <1k words

Manhattan contained a variety of urban pests that Frank never had a problem with. Squishing roaches and chasing off rats came naturally after a lifetime in the city, and Frank never batted an eye. Flies, leeches, mosquitoes, Frank didn't have a problem with any of the traditionally abhorred creatures--except for one. Spiders.  

Frank blamed his extensive time overseas for his…intense dislike of spiders. He didn’t particularly like them before Afghanistan, but regularly seeing arachnids that are half a foot long or venomous enough to put a linebacker in the ER? It’ll put them on your shit list real quick. 

So yah, Frank was not a fan of spiders. But he didn’t readily volunteer this information after realizing that most of the population—his compassionate girlfriend included—found it amusing when hulking, grown-ass men had issues with bugs. The first time he’d seen a spider at your apartment, the thing had chased him on top of the coffee table as he let out a string of curses—a scenario that had humored you to the point of tears. 

“It’s just a wolf spider, Frankie. It’s not gonna hurt ya.” You’d giggled, scooping the damn thing into a cup and letting it out a window. Serves him right for having a soft spot for kind women, he ended up with a godforsaken spider saver. 

Thankfully, you had enough love for your boyfriend that you tended to rescue said eight-legged things before he ever spotted them. (Though, now that he thought about it, that could be for their benefit rather than his.) Regardless, it meant that his distrust of spiders went pretty much unnoticed…until fall rolled around.

New York was palatable in most seasons, and Frank was more than used to extreme temperatures, which meant the weather wasn't the reason he hated autumn so much. It was the goddamn bugs. Every year, without fail, those spindly hellspawn would take shelter in his apartment the moment the climate shifted. This year was no different, with Frank having to chuck his boots and random household objects at the creatures as they scuttled across his floor in an effort to stop them from laying eggs in his walls. If he didn't know better, he'd think they were taunting him. Maybe he should start mounting their heads on toothpicks along his front door.

Grumpily plotting their annihilation, he drained the rest of his shitty coffee before shoving his mug across the dark wooden table. His aversion to spiders wasn't so great that it regularly added to his insomnia, but waking up to a spider crawling over his pillow had been enough to force him out of bed for the night. 

Pushing his aching body away from the dining room table, he shuffled blearily to the couch, crumbling into a horizontal position and turning on the tv. The mindless cable channel allowed his mind to enter a state of hibernation, laying there like a corpse as dawn came and went. A sudden knock jolted him out of his daze. 

“Frankie?” Letting yourself into his tidy apartment, you tutted in sympathy when you saw him slumped on the couch. ”Here, I brought coffee.“

”'re we doin' somethin' today?“ Frank rasped, gratefully accepting the offered paper cup and taking a swig. 

You giggled. “You asked me to come over at 3 am. You said you wanted me to, and I quote, 'bring poison for the squatters that keep crawling into bed with you.' Thankfully, I am fluent in exhausted Frank because that could have been very alarming to wake up to otherwise.” Perching on the cushion his torso was on, you set a bag of assorted items on the floor. Threading a hand into his hair, you studied the purple tinge under his eyes. “Did you sleep at all, sugar?”

Shaking his head, Frank let his eyes fall closed as you kneaded at his scalp. “Sorry I texted ya, I don't remember doin' that.”

“Not a problem, pumpkin. Sounds like you might need some back up if the squatters have been causing so much trouble.”

“Meant spiders.” He groaned, gesturing in the direction of his front door. “Damn things are buildin' an army in here.”

You chuckled. “How about you take a nap while I handle the spiders, hmm?” 

Nodding tiredly, Frank shifted into a more comfortable position and llet his head thunk against the armrest. 

Rolling your eyes, you poked his shoulder. “I meant in bed, tough guy.”

Pretending not to hear you, Frank simply flipped over. Smirking at your exasperated grumble, he settled in for a nap. Before nodding off, his heart swelled with affection as you threw a blanket over his body and slid a pillow under his head. “Sleep well, sugar.”

As he slept, you diligently scoured the place for creepy crawlies, capturing them in the plastic box you'd brought before releasing them into the wilderness--spraying the borders of his door and windows with diluted peppermint oil to prevent their reappearance. Brushing your hands together with satisfaction, you curled up against your broad-shouldered boyfriend for a well earned mid-morning nap. 

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

i’ll follow you anywhere

prompt nine: what if?

I hope everyone has enjoyed Elriel Month- I’ve loved it!! The sheer number and quality of all the content everyone created, shared and loved has been incredible! I love the elriel community so much. I have so many fics to still catch up on so if you have any I missed, please let me know! Many are already on the tbr :).

I’ll also be putting up a little EM Masterlist soon for anyone that missed any of my fics and would like to catch up 🥰

So, something a little different for this prompt. Sometimes, during moments of agony, it helps to go to another place and make up stories. This story was born from one such time when I was struggling through my own spin class. It’s trashy, enjoy 💚

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Angel Face was back. 

She’d just walked in, scanning her tag at the front desk, offering the muscle clad guy behind the reception desk a dazzling smile. He truly did look dazed, his eyes following her curvy form all the way across the gym to where the lockers were. 

Azriel glowered. He wanted to go and punch him in the face for staring at her like that. Not that he could talk, or blame him. Angel Face in form fitting workout tights threatened to send grown men to their knees.

Him. He was grown men. It threatened to send him to his knees.

Every time he caught sight of her at the gym, Azriel lost IQ points. His brain turned to marshmallow in her presence. He couldn’t help it.

He'd been coming to this gym for years with Rhys and Cass. It was central to all of their apartment blocks, clean enough, and had all the equipment they needed. Five and a half months ago, though, Angel Face had walked in for the first time. 

He had no idea who she was, where she had come from, what her name was. But she was fucking beautiful. She had the shiniest hair he had ever seen, and her eyes, God. Her eyes! If he could dive into them and swim forever, he would. And she always smiled. She had an air about her that was so…warm. He could just tell she was warm. She was like the fucking sun, and he couldn’t help but bend toward her light.

At first, she had started coming alone, her AirPods visible in her ears when she tied her hair up in that high ponytail that knotted his stomach and did salacious things to his thoughts. That ponytail made him want to run his tongue over every inch of her body and see what part produced the sweetest sounds.

But she had since made a couple friends, of course she had. Who wouldn’t be drawn to her? She was the fucking sun.

Azriel watched her greeting those friends with a bright smile, her head tilted back in laughter as the twins she had started working out with conversed with her across the massive floor.

It was 5:45pm, which meant Angel Face had come in for a class. Whenever he saw her here in the evening, it was always for one of the classes taken up on the mezzanine floor of the gym.

“Az. AZRIEL! Earth to fucking Azriel!!”  Cassian’s voice broke his little hopeless bubble of lust.

Azriel startled, tearing his eyes reluctantly off the brunette beauty, remembering he was supposed to be counting Cassian’s reps. “Yeah, twelve. Good job.”

Cassian huffed out a final rep. “Don’t act like you were paying attention to me you prick. I’ve been bench pressing for at least four minutes. Twelve reps my fucking ass. Worst spotter ever,” Cassian grumbled, placing the barbell back on the hooks himself and sitting up from the bench he was supine on.

“You should have known better brother,” Rhys grinned from the neighbouring bench, a set of heavy dumbbells gripped in his fists as he finished his set of chest flys.

“Wifey just walked in,” he finished, his face split with a shit eating grin, violet eyes sparkling.

Cassian followed Rhys’ gaze until he spotted the object of Azriel’s attention, her long golden-brown hair flowing down her back in soft waves, clad in a cute powder blue crop and tights set.

“Oh my god,” Cassian lamented with a long-suffering eyeroll, “stop being a pussy and just go talk to her. Put us all out of our misery.”

Azriel finally peeled his eyes away from Angel Face, reluctantly turning to his brothers beside him. Cassian’s look of annoyance overshadowed by Rhys’ utter fucking glee. Even though he encouraged others to stay out of business that wasn’t theirs, Rhys was the captain of the meddler ship.

“Women don’t come to the gym to be hit on Cass. That’s fucking creepy,” Az retorted. As he had many times before. 

“And you staring daggers at her fucking ass isn’t?” Cassian pointed a thick finger in his face, his mouth tilting up in a crooked smile.

“If you don’t go over there, I fucking will.” He’d fucking do it too. Bastard.

Azriel wasn’t sure if Cassian was so perturbed simply because it had been almost six months that Azriel had been quietly obsessing over the gorgeous brunette without making a single move, or, if he just wanted his spotter back. He took chest day very seriously.

Azriel simply stood rooted to the spot, going through every scenario possible; talk to her and possibly come off as a gym creep, or never talk to her and live with that regret forever. 

Women really hated being hit on at the gym, didn’t they? But then, what was he going to do, pine after her forever? And it would be forever because he was certain he’d never find another like Angel Face.

It didn’t seem like such a bad idea, pining. Except the thought of never knowing her name would haunt Azriel for eternity.

He could offer to help her with her workout? No, that was even creepier. He could walk past and smile, that shouldn’t be too hard. She might strike up a conversation with him, she seemed friendly and outgoing enough. But what if she didn’t?

Fuck. Why was he acting like a scared teenager? Go, Azriel. Go and fucking talk to her, you pussy. Put one motherfucking foot in front of the other and go.

“Do you think he short circuited?” he heard Rhys murmur from behind him.

“Either that, or fantasy has taken over reality and he’s half-way through fucking her brains out in the locker room in his mind,” Cassian answered without missing a beat.

“I can fucking hear you, assholes,” Azriel shot over his shoulder, still not taking his eyes off the side of Angel Face’s profile as she milled about the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her class to start.

“Oh good,” Rhys drawled, “we haven’t lost him completely.”

Just then, the group fitness instructor came waltzing out in lycra bike shorts and tank top, her headset hooked around her neck as she greeted her class. The group followed, ascending the stairs onto the mezzanine floor, taking their places for their class.

Angel Face started heading up, still animatedly laughing with her friends, her delicate hand resting on the banister as she followed the group.

“Ahhh. Too late bro, maybe next time,” Cassian mocked behind him, knowing very well that it was just another example of when Azriel had not gone over to talk to the woman he’d been lusting over for months.

Fuck. Azriel exhaled harshly, running a scarred hand through his hair. It’s not that hard! 

Before he could change his mind, Azriel grabbed his water bottle off the floor and jogged over to the bottom of the stairs where the latecomers were still piling into the group fitness room.

“Oh, so now you decide to make a move?” He heard Cassian squawk behind him, his arms splayed about wide as his voice boomed across the gym floor “Az! Who’s gonna spot my next set?” 

“You’ve got tweedle dum right there,” Azriel retorted, spinning to face his brothers as he jogged backwards, pointing a scarred finger at Rhys. His brother’s violet eyes glimmered as he laughed at the quip.

Darting up the stairs to the group fitness room Azriel halted suddenly as he came face to face with a room full of stationary bikes. Fuck. Spin class? 

Turning desperately to his brothers for help, a look of utter horror on his face, he was only met with their smug fucking expressions, challenging him silently from the level below. He couldn’t back down now. Fucking spin class.

Wandering into the room cluelessly, he spotted Angel Face in the third row, slowly rotating her legs, her feet already strapped into the pedals, the bike to her left still unoccupied. Here goes fucking nothing.

Striding over to the bike, he placed his water bottle in the holder and sat down, and immediately leapt back off. What the fuck was up with this seat?! Was it supposed to be this uncomfortable? And his knees knocked painfully into the handlebars. He groaned. He did not belong here.

“You’re tall, you’ll need to adjust your position.”

The voice that spoke was silken and soft, like a breeze dancing across the delicate petals of a rose. It melted his insides whilst simultaneously igniting them, if that were possible.

Snapping his face to the right, he was pretty sure he looked deranged. His mouth was agape, flapping noiselessly like a fucking fish out of water. 

Holy fuck. Angel Face also had an Angel Voice.

She was so stunning up close. Her eyes were like molten chocolate. She had the prettiest nose. He spotted a little beauty mark under her left eye, high on her cheek bone that he had never been close enough to see before. Marry me. 

Realising his mouth was still hanging open like an imbecile he snapped his jaw shut, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Yeah. Right.”

Climbing back off the bike he stood beside it, eyeing off all the knobs and levers. He yanked what he thought would adjust his seat height. Nothing happened. Fuck. Maybe he should just walk back out. Why was this was so fucking awkward.

“Twist it first, then pull.”

Azriel gulped. She didn’t mean it to be sexual, she didn’t mean it to be sexual. Don’t make it weird, you fucking bastard.

Following her instructions, the seat eased and allowed him to adjust the height.

“It should reach your hip bone, keep going,” she assisted from beside him. “You might want to pull it back, away from the handlebars too.

Azriel just nodded, eyes roving over the frame of the bike.

“That lever there,” she pointed, “flick it to the right and slide the seat back,” she supplied with a smile, sensing he was lost.

Azriel swallowed. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” she replied, her smile blinding him with the light she emanated around her.

Fuck she was so beautiful. He couldn’t help but stare. He also knew he was making this interaction anything but normal. Say something. Say something and stop making it weird. JUST. SAY. ANYTHING.

“Azriel.” 

Oh my god, did he just blurt out his name like that? That wasn’t even a sentence. SHE DIDN’T ASK!! Abort! Abort! 

Alarms went off in his mind, but he schooled his face into one that he hoped conveyed a cool, calm demeanour. He was sure he just looked like a blubbering fucking idiot.

Angel Face just looked back at him, mildly perplexed, her perfect brows knitted together delicately.

He cleared his throat again. “I’m Azriel. That’s my name.”

Holy fuuuuuck dude just shut up!

She smiled back at him kindly. “I’m Elain. It’s nice to meet you, Azriel.”

Azriel’s mind went utterly blank. He was pretty sure he looked mentally deranged right now but how could he possibly function like a normal human being when Angel Face— Elain— had just uttered his name for the first time ever. So casually. Azriel. Like it belonged on her lips. Like she had wrapped her tongue around the L many times before. He couldn’t wait to hear her say it again. He wanted her to say it for the rest of his life.

Just then, the instructors voice boomed across the room, having hooked up her mic to the speakers. Taking a seat back on his bike, Azriel winced.

The bike seat truly was the fucking worst, it felt like it was making its home way too high up his ass. And he felt too big to be allowed, leaning like that towards the handlebars. Were they supposed to be so low? But he was here now, and he was doing this… the shit you do for love.

Fifteen minutes later, Azriel was in agony. Sweat was dripping down his back, and the bike seat had truly set up camp in between his ass cheeks.

Elain barely looked like she had broken a sweat. She was still smiling, somehow still able to sing along to the songs the instructor played at some points.

Another thirty minutes later and Azriel was straight up dying. He was certain blood had been cut off to his nuts, surely rendering him infertile.

Bye-bye kids, the family jewels were crushed when daddy went chasing after mommy. His breathing also rattled embarrassingly. Fuck, he really needed to work on his cardio. 

Elain on the other hand looked radiant. She didn’t sweat, she sparkled. She fucking glistened and looked like the blinding sun after a storm. He looked like the storm. A drowned rat in the storm. That couldn’t breathe. Holy fuck, how did she do this three times a week?

“Good job everyone, up off your bikes and stretch it out!”

The fitness instructor looked way too fucking chipper for someone that had just conducted a forty-five-minute torture session. Azriel’s eyes threw daggers at her as he unstrapped his feet from the pedals and gingerly stood up on shaky legs. His ass felt violated. That was gonna hurt tomorrow.

Grabbing his ankle, he tucked his foot up toward his behind, stretching out his quad, the pull causing a slight wince.

“It’s always hard the first few times,” came Elain’s kind voice from besides him, one foot hooked on the bike seat as she leaned forward to stretch out her hamstring. She bent over her outstretched leg, her body lithe and strong. Her cheeks were delicately flushed from her exertions, her chest glistening beneath a thin layer of sweat. He was going to burst at the seams.

“I admit, I didn’t think it was going to be that hard.” Good job Az. Finally, a full sentence. Albeit a slightly pompous one, but a full one all the same.

Elain chuckled. “Men never do.”

Azriel’s face fell. Fuck, she thought he was a pig. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Oh! No! that’s not what I meant, only that— I just assumed. Fuck.” A scarred hand ran through his hair, tugging at the ends as his mind scrambled for the words to make it better.

Elain just laughed again, that light, breezy laugh fluttering over his anxiety. 

“I’m just teasing,” she continued with a mischievous smile, her eyes lighting up with mirth as she reached for her towel and water bottle, preparing to head out.

Panic clawed at his chest; he couldn’t let her get away. Not yet. He’d barely spoken to her. 

“I’ll see you around, then?” He blurted, throwing the question out desperately, like a buoy uselessly floating in the roughest of seas.

Elain glanced at him over her shoulder, her big brown doe eyes wide, a sparkle winking in them like she had a secret.

“I hope so. Have a nice evening, Azriel.”

Her lips lifted into an adorable, crooked little smile before he watched her turn around and walk out of the class. Her svelte curves swayed deliciously, the light sheen of sweat across her skin only adding to her ethereal glow.

I hope so. 

She hoped to see him around.

He smiled. It was worth it. The last forty-five fucking minutes was worth it. She now knew he existed.

I hope so. 

Azriel was on cloud fucking nine.

~

Rhys was finishing his last three reps when Azriel floated back over to them. Literally floated.

Cassian nudged his brother, nodding his head in Azriel’s direction, and Rhys sat up, both watching their quietest brother make his way back over to them.

Azriel’s hair was dishevelled, beads of sweat running down his temples and his tank top was drenched. Absolutely fucking drenched. But the bastards’ face the epitome of wistful bliss as he wandered over to them at the squat racks where they had continued working out.

Noting his dopey expression, Cassian gave Rhys a disbelieving look, pointing a thumb at Az as he asked, “Do you think she blew him in the locker room?”

Rhys snorted, face lined with mock concern, and waved a hand in front of Azriel’s glassy eyes.

“Honestly, it looks more like he’s been lobotomised. Maybe Angel Face is a neurosurgeon from 1941?”

They only knew Az’s girl as Angel Face, since that’s what he always sighed when she appeared at the gym. The hold this girl had on his brother was something else. It was kind of cute though, he’d never thought Azriel would be the kind of guy to be down so bad.

“Fuck you guys,” Azriel retorted, but it had no bite, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Cassian had never seen him so…giddy. It was fucking hilarious.

“Did you ask her out, then?” Cassian prodded, growing impatient and needing to know what had happened.

“Her name is Elain,” Azriel stated, like it was the most important thing in the world. This fool was truly on another planet right now.

“And?” Rhys prompted, hoping for something juicier than her name.

“And she said she hopes she sees me around.”

Cassian and Rhys both groaned, turning back to their workout, clearly resigned to the fact that they won’t be getting any exciting news today.

Azriel just smiled.

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[cherryluvrx3]

Sadists and men are irritating. One who is both is the worst of all.

Okita Sougo x fem afab reader 

This is pretty much just a self indulgent stupid fic I thought would be funny. Based of a screenshot from another fic (I’ll put it at the end cuz I don’t wanna spoil the part lol) 

Cw. talk about pregnancy, abortion, (not at all seriously though), Okita calls you a slut like twice, some smut at the end and breeding??? Also in general Okita being a piece of shit like usual

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As the Shinsengumi nurse, I was no stranger to the spontaneous idiotic conversations men talk about. After all, my job keeps me surrounded by uncivilized men all the time. At first, the soldiers were a bit wary and even shy to act crude around me, not used to having a woman in the workplace, but after years of working there, the excitement and special treatment had worn off. Now they have no issue talking about any questionable, disgusting, filthy topics.

The other day I heard a debate that spanned about an hour long on ‘What do you think would kill you faster? Uncontrollable vomiting or shitting?’ 

Seriously the topics these men conjure up can be nothing short of abysmal. Part of me understands that as men who follow such a strict code, uphold the law, put their lives on the line, and are forced to live with other men, they don’t have as much freedom as others or much time to enjoy themselves. And since they’re stuck with each other, all their stupid ass energy is quick to infect and spread and soon enough you got everyone talking about vomit and shit when they should be, I don’t know, doing their jobs?

At the end of the day it’s whatever though. 

While they can be moronic and gross, I have to admit that they bring personality and excitement to my job. Since I’m just a lone nurse working in a simple on-grounds clinic, serious injuries go to hospitals while I mainly give them check ups and treat their scrapes and boo-boos. Having to treat a bunch of beat up men is much more entertaining when they pass the time talking passionately about the most dumb or horrid things imaginable. At times like those, I find myself having to rewrap some guy's arm for the third time because I can’t focus from all the gut wrenching laughter and tears in my eyes. 

Of course there are times when they try to involve me in the conversations. I usually opt out of all the really nasty sick ones because of personal preference but this was one that wasn’t a disgusting talk really, more like a hypothetical. Specifically about me and my boyfriend, Sougo Okita. 

The two of us had met because of our jobs of course and he ended up taking an interest in me because I bit back when he teased me. Initially he just liked messing with me and I hated his guts but after a while we both had grown strangely close and ended up falling into a relationship without either of us actually asking each other out. Too much pride for either of us to spit out our feelings? How embarrassing..

Anyway, the question was asked by Yamazaki, who was accompanied by Saitou. The two of them were getting their bruises, scrapes and cuts treated that they had gained from training together. 

“So (Y/n), what would you do if you were pregnant with Captain Okita’s kid?” 

“What?” The dead look I shot him quickly told him I was not amused with where the conversation was heading. 

“No- I mean-ow! C’mon! Surely it’s crossed your mind?” Yamazaki yelped as I aggressively dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball into a bad scrape on his knee. 

[Assuming that you two are… active?] Saitou’s notebook read. 

I huffed and felt my cheeks get hot before muttering, “We are,” I got up to throw the cotton ball in the trash can, “but! That’s really none of your business.” I said and poked Yamazaki’s shoulder where I knew he had a tender bruise making him yelp again. 

“But Okita’s always telling your business!”

“What?” The dead look once again on my face as I waited for them to explain. 

[Well sometimes the other men ask him about how things are between you two and he says that..] 

Saitou flips the page,

[..You’re really a big cock slut who can’t get enough of him -///-] he used his notebook to cover up his blushing face as if he didn’t already have a mask on and draw a blushing emoticon. 

Holy shit.

I mean.. men have always been shameless assholes that often have no problems over sharing the personal details of their girlfriends to other men for the imaginary cool guy points that dudes have but HOLY SHIT!?

I felt all color drain from my face only for it to instantly come back with how hard my blood was pumping from anger and embarrassment. 

“Oh my- That’s not true by the way!” I grab Yamazaki by his bruised shoulders and shake him. “If anything, he’s the slut! He’s the one that can’t keep his hands off me!” I yell, shaking Yamazaki even harder while Saitou helplessly watches. 

“Whatever!” I drop Yamazaki onto the medical bed where he lays lifelessly. “To answer your question, if I was pregnant with that asshole’s child, it’d be gone as soon as I can schedule the appointment!” 

“What?” 

I turn to the door to see said asshole boyfriend at the doorway.

Under normal circumstances I’d maybe be happy to see him but instead I huff and roll my eyes. “You heard me, if I had your kid in my stomach I’d get rid of it before that devil spawn could be formed!” I turned around and started gathering what I needed to treat Saitou now. 

“Okay wait. What’s even going on?” Okita asked confused on the random topic and why I was even mad at him when he hadn’t done anything yet. 

Saitou quickly wrote to give him a swift summary. 

“Oh. So you heard about that huh? Or I mean read about that.” Okita chuckled, not at all ashamed that I found out he’d been telling people that I’m practically a horn dog. “What? Are you embarrassed?” He went to wrap his arms around my waist from behind and leaned to talk by my ear, “All I’m doing is telling everyone how much you love me and how insatiable you get for my di-” I elbow him in the gut hard and watch as he doubled over with a groan. 

“God you are so irritating!” I yell and walk over to Saitou so I could start treating him but he backs away in fear I’ll do more harm than good. 

“Yeah I guess I could see why you wouldn’t want his child,” Yamazaki chuckles, “I’m sure he’d stress you out like crazy- Ow! Ow!” He whimpers as Okita starts rubbing into Yamazaki’s bruises that he somehow was able to find.

“Really? That’s why you wouldn’t have my kid?” He asks while still harassing poor Yamazaki. 

“Not just that. There’s no way you’d be a good dad. You’re way too childish and would probably ditch me, making me end up as a single mother because you ‘couldn’t handle the pressure!’” I grumbled while I disinfected some of Saitou’s cuts. 

[I have to admit that makes sense. After all you both are still young and a child is a lot of responsibility] Saitou’s notebook read. “Right? You get me.” I patted his back before going to toss the garbage in the bin. 

Okita walked up to me and gently cupped my chin, tilting my face to the side. I think that he’s gonna give me a sweet kiss on the cheek to make me feel better, something he does whenever I get too worked up over his bullying. 

He leans down slowly and I let him, after all I deserve some sweet loving- nevermind he just stuck his tongue in my ear. 

“Sougo! Ew!” I scream as I shove him away and frantically try to clean his spit. He smirked from the satisfaction of irritating me once again but his smug look eventually faded.

I could tell Okita was upset but I wasn’t sure if it was because I said he’d be a bad dad or that I’d accused him of leaving me when times got tough. 

“Hmph. Whatever. Not like you'd be a good mother either.” He huffed and left the room before I could argue back. 

A few days had passed since then. I thought he was upset but he seemed normal as ever when I had seen him again so I eventually forgot about the whole conversation. I mean, life as the nurse for a bunch of idiots is very demanding y'know. A gal like me has got a lot on her mind at once. Like.. well..uhh…

Today me and Okita were… hanging out…in my apartment…alone..

Ahem…

The bed creaked under the weight and strain that came from Okita’s hips slapping into my own. He’d always been rough so this was nothing new. I was on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist while his face was buried in my neck, leaving rough bite marks, hickeys, and an occasional tender kiss behind. My nails dug into his shoulders as I held on for support, the pain making him groan. 

How did things end up like this? I’m not entirely sure. It seems like whenever we have time alone together we just jump at the opportunity to get into each other’s pants. To us it feels like this is the best way to truly let each other know how we feel. The passion, the aggression and the sincerity of our touches convey our emotions better than our words could.

My back arched as his cock plunged itself into me, each thrust somehow feeling deeper than the last. I would be embarrassed by the obscene squelching sounds that came after each eager pump of his hips if I didn’t have Okita struggling to hold back his moans by ear, busying his mouth with licking and sucking on the skin of my neck instead. 

Our bodies were coated with a thin layer of sweat as they held onto each other. My hips bucked against his, never having enough of him. 

I gripped his soft hair and tugged him away from my neck, his plump lips already slick with spit before I crashed my lips to his. My tongue shooting into his already parted, panting mouth. He let out a throaty groan and his hips stuttered against mine, overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

Our tongues slid against each other’s aggressively. Even now we fought, trying to make the other submit. The kiss was sloppy and hot, I couldn’t help but moan at the familiar feeling of him dominating my mouth. 

One of his hands slid between us, his thumb rubbing rough circles on my clit to win me over. I gasped and broke from the kiss entirely, legs shuddering as my hips raised to hump against the pressure of his thumb.

“Oh! Sougo I’m gonna-” before I could finish, he pulled out entirely and moved my legs, pushing them against my chest. My legs naturally hung over his shoulders as he once again pushed himself into me, now in a mating press.

The pressure of his weight and the feeling of his cock pushing much deeper into me than before was almost overwhelming. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t even moan until he started pounding away.

Once again his hips continued their familiar, desperate pace, chasing after his own high. 

He sneered at the dazed look on my face, “You gonna cum? You should see yourself, honestly it’s embarrassing that you could be this slutty. I should take pictures and post them on the Shinsengumi bulletin board so people can see what you’re really like with me.” He chuckled, his voice slurred from pleasure. All I could do was grasp the sheets and whimper as he wrecked me.

I was so close to cumming and I could tell he was too with how his body shook with excitement. 

Then, Sougo’s eyes darkened, he leaned down so we were face to face. His eyes entirely focused on me and I couldn’t bring myself to look away. He looked me dead in the eyes before asking, “You ready to be a single mother?” 

…What the fuck? 

My eyes widened and face contorted into a look of confusion and disgust and that look was all he needed to push over the edge. He slammed into me one last time and let out an airy moan and his hips shook from how hard he just came. 

I felt his cum shoot into me in bursts, hot and sticky as it was, I stayed frozen in place. Any semblance of an orgasm was long gone for me, it felt like I’d just been splashed with cold water. 

Seriously what the actual fuck?

He lifted his head up with a smug smirk and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek. 

“YOU’RE SO FUCKING IRRITATING!” I kicked him off the bed.

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okay so I thought of this after seeing this screenshot

I havent actually read the fic but I was going though old pics on my phone and seen it and since I'm now Okita obsessed I decided to write this lol

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan Weekly Report

Why did JK come back to Korea?? I seriously thought it was to send Yoongi off but we're still not there yet.

This trip for JK is supposedly associated with a fashion schedule. Seems like if he was on his way to the VMAs they'd be ramming his appearance down everyone's throat for clout.

Personally, I hope he does not appear on that farce of an award show but if he does he'll pomichidai or however you spell it.

Dazed and Jungfused. He let those nipples see daylight and hasn't looked back.

JK is single-handedly dragging us along in Chapter 2, force-feeding us some grown-ass man full bleed adult Bangtan with his cigarette-smoking, nipple-feuled photos.

You know Mr. OG with the nipples will need to step up his game now right?

Tae x Layover ... poor guy wondering why everyone was cursing him out during his listening party on Stationhead.

So I listened to Layover. Added it to my playlists. It's nice, jazzy, R&B. Those genres are not my usual vibe.

Of all the songs, I think Slow Dancing is the one I like best. They were right to choose that as the title track.

The MV is gorgeous, except for the weird images of Yeontan in the trees of the mountain. Those kinda creeped me out... a little hokey, lol.

I was surprised that the songs are heavy in English lyrics. I know Tae has memorized things in English for things like award shows and all, it never seemed like he was confident in speaking English so it surprises me there is so much English in these songs.

Perhaps this is why he had Jungkook record the guides so he could follow them to help with pronunciation.

I watched a few of his Layover promotion interviews. I've been waiting to see him let more of his personality out during this solo rollout.

Tae is very animated and expressive when he speaks. And this is where I say he would excel at acting. He mentioned wanting to play a villian and I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT!

The Weverse Magazine story and today's Suchwita episode were more enlightening to me than anything else so far and gave me more insight as to the differences between him and the others. He made me understand his personality better. He made me realize or remember how sentimental he is. They talked in-depth about several topics: 2018, Chapter 2, individual projects and best of all they talked about when they get back together as 7. It did make me tear up when he said when they get back together he would like them to go on a trip together.

Anyway...

Tae has been feeding us on Instagram daily along with Namjoon...

Happy 29th birthday Namjoon!

You are loved and admired. Thank you for normalizing fuzzy mole head Bangtan, but I'm still going to fall down in a weeping mess when I see Jimin's head like that.

RM just going about his business and showing Jimin some art. The Leeum Museum is within walking distance of their apartments at Nine One, not that I think they walked there, they probably went in Jimin's car since Joon still doesn't drive... just kidding... but who knows. I got behind a Porsche Panamera the other day and was thrilled. That's a much larger car than I originally thought it was.

[Pretty sure that's a drink Jimin's holding in his left hand. Maybe iced coffee.]

I want to think that some deep conversations happened while these two were contemplating art. How can deep conversations NOT happen when you are hanging around Joon?

And Hobi and Jin still making their presence known on Weverse and IG. We are on the downslide for Jin. I can't wait for him to be back.

I think, not 100% sure, but I think after Korean men are discharged from the military they are automatically put in reserves. I didn't know that until the other day. So we may think they are scott-free when they are discharged but not really. Phooey.

💜💜💜

Just a quick thing for insight: Miley Cyrus said touring is hard for her because she felt her "ego" gets "overused" and that "it's hard to turn it off." She said "I think when you're training your ego every single night to be active, that's the hardest switch, for me, to turn off." Having every day the relationship between her and other humans to be basically 'subject' and 'observer' isn't healthy for her because it erases her humanity and her connection.

Just food for thought...

[respectthepetty]

What the heck did Pat sing for p'Jeng in the karaoke of the restaurant that nobody bothered to subtitle but it seems relevant to they coming back together?

What the heck is a Chef doing washing the dishes?

Why the heck are both such crybabies but specially Pat?

Homie, now you know I watch my shows muted, so I have NO IDEA what Pat was doing. As soon as he marched up to that screen, Jesus took the wheel, and I checked out.

However, I do love that even Pat's friends were not feeling whatever horror he was subjecting them to.

It very much paralleled Jeng's attack on his employees earlier in the series.

Chot had to witness these two grown ass man SLAUGHTER these karaoke songs, and each time, he was a good sport.

I would demand financial compensation if I were him. He is just trying to enjoy a fun night out with a good meal, and these two lovesick pendejos are wildin' out right in front of his salad!

GET A ROOM YOU TWO!

But I feel like Chot (and Ae) actually love watching these two be messy. They have stayed friends this long, so they have to embrace their friends' wackiness, right?

I mean, at least the karaoke made sense to both their plots compared to my king, Tankhun, singing HIS feelings even though Pete was the one kidnapped and tortured.

Because that's what this all boils down to - the guys' horrible singing, Jeng working out and washing dishes because he throws himself into physical work, Pat crying all the time - THEY HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS especially about each other.

I like men who must physically exhaust themselves and cry whenever they are feeling emotional because my house gets clean and their eyes are staying healthy since tears clear out debris.

But I can't forgive them singing about those emotions.