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#I'm about to talk shit about fam stuff so like is this going to give me bad luck maybe#i try so HARD to be a good person I deserve a little fam gossip/shit talk as a treat ajsjdjdjfjfj okok#i will keep all names out any my older sister is a weirdo narcissist racist (she thinks she's black)#and she scammed my old ass dementia-y gram outta well over 15k and owes everything she knows money#even though she posts all about her scams online and used to sell fake covid cards and flaunts stacks of cash and her posh life in Miami#and she has an open federal case against her#and she feeds all her little sometimes MINOR sisters hard drugs and alcohol#i am saying all of this to make what I am about to say seems way less shitty bc I don't usually make fun of people doing things they enjoy#but uh anyway! she goes to the 'stu'to record songs for her 'rap' career and#and#LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO WAIT LMFAO YOU COULD NOT PAY ME ENOUGH#YOU COULD NOT PAY ME E-FUCKING-NOUGH TO POST ANY OF HER SONGS#SHE THINKS THEY'RE GOOD TOO#EVEN WITH THE HELP OF THE AUTO WHATEVER THE FUCK OH NO OH GOD NO#SHE PUTS THAT SHIT ON HER STORY TOO LIKE OH MY GOD PLS I GET SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT SO HARD#i want so badly to like... share a clip to prove I'm noy being dramatic but I won't go that far#please just believe me when I say it sounds like a kids bop rapper was given a mic unsupervised and told they could swear#and maybe say some slurs#as a treat#ok that's all I needed to do it#I'll once again return to my godly non-judgment human activities ajsjdjfnfjdjd
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Thunder In Our Hearts: You're Losing Me
Summary: A few short weeks before their first holiday together, the reader finds Ben slipping into his old ways...
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Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader
Word Count: 2,600ish
Warnings: language, angst, fluff
A/N: This takes place within Part 9 of Thunder In Our Hearts. Enjoy! 😉
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You hummed as you stirred the ingredients in the Dutch oven on the cold December day. Things with Ben had been good lately. It’d been about four months since you’d both stopped hunting down people, trying to hide him from the CIA. You simply…were.
For Ben, that meant a whole lot of learning still. He’d been out of the box for a little over six months now and had picked up a few things. He even had his own SUV now for getting around. He understood how to use the TV and get to streaming apps along with some basic use of the internet and a smart phone.
And he prided himself on how well he could cook a full breakfast for you both. You’d even got a smirk out of him when you called him your own Betty Crocker.
But there was still a lot to learn and it wore on him some days. Unfortunately, it seemed like today was going to be one of them.
“Jesus Christ,” groaned Ben, stepping into the house, shrugging out of his winter jacket. He kicked off his boots and left them in the middle of the floor, all while shaking his head. “Your generation is full of fucking pussies, baby. No wonder this country has gone to shit.”
You tore your eyes away from the soup on the stove, annoyance prickling your skin. Yeah, it was definitely one of those days.
“The fucking child working the counter at the auto store didn’t know two shits about the oil I was looking for. Literally the twats only fucking job,” he grumbled, walking into the kitchen and washing up his hands. You tried to let it go. He was allowed to get irritated as much as you were.
You set the spoon on the rest next to the stove and put the lid back on top, the stew having a few hours to go still.
“And then at dealership where I had to go to get the stupid shit, there was, I swear to God, some kid that had to be thirty fucking years old was buying a car with his dad. These little shits don’t know to wipe their own asses.”
You rolled your eyes behind his back and left the kitchen, Ben inhaling sharply, lifting the lid up. He licked his lips and set it back down, either ignoring or not picking up on your own growing annoyance. You sat down on the end of the couch, Ben leaning over the back, strong hands on your shoulders.
“And why the hell is everyone obsessed with these fucking frilly decorations for Chirstmas? It’s fucking stupid. If people want shit they should buy it. End of discussion. Lame ass holiday anyway.”
He squeezed your shoulders gently, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.
“You’re tense, baby. Let me help you relax.” Strong hands slid down over your shoulders, headed straight for your chest and you’d had enough. You faced him with a glare, Ben narrowing his eyes. “What’d I do?”
“You’re being an ass today. You’re acting like asshole Ben, the one I didn’t like, remember?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “All you have done today is complain about other people, leave the house a mess, hell you even got something against Christmas. It’s fucking Christmas, Ben! No one in the world, even the most redneck backwoods hillbilly, has anything against a strand of fucking white lights. Frilly? Oh come on.”
“First off, they are fucking frilly,” he spat back as you headed for the foyer. “What’s wrong with not liking a stupid ass holiday?”
“Nothing! Hate Christmas for all I care! Plenty of people do. But don’t put it down because of lights or trees or presents. Hate it because your family sucks or whatever. Not because it’s not manly enough for you.”
“Oh fuck you,” he said, getting in your face, leering down at you with a certain visceral that reminded you of your first argument. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“Don’t hate everything that’s not part of your toxic masculinity!” His eye twitched and you looked away, past him out the patio door. “For three weeks you’ve been acting more and more like an asshole. I know this is hard for you. I know learning is hard and learning to be accepting and even tolerant doesn’t happen overnight. But Benjamin, I told you once before. I will not live with a man that I’m afraid of. Do not become someone I am afraid of.”
“You have no idea how hard this is!” he shouted, so loud your body shook. You forced yourself to meet his angry gaze, fighting back wetness in your own. “I do everything for you! Every goddamn day I try for you! I’m sorry your worthless piece of shit boyfriend isn’t doing it fast enough for you!”
“I never called you that,” you said quietly, throat thick from fighting back the tears from falling. “Never. All I have ever asked of you is to try and you Ben, these past few weeks you aren’t trying. I am not giving up on you. All I’m asking is you to not give up on yourself. You’re worth it. But you have to want it too.”
“What I want is you to stop hounding me over every little thing every motherfucking day!” he shouted. You tore your gaze away and swallowed before heading for the door. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“For a drive,” you said, putting your boots on, taking your coat off the hook. “For the record, all I wanted to do today was make you homemade beef stew because you haven’t had it since you were a kid. Maybe, just maybe, decorate for Christmas because we both had shitty childhoods and maybe we could have made our own good traditions. But if you don’t want that, Ben, I won’t force that on you. I’m done. I’ll always love you but I don’t deserve to be screamed at for helping you, for still holding up my end of the deal.”
You ripped open the door and threw up your hood without looking back.
It was close to eleven when you got home. You were tired and your stomach felt off from your makeshift dinner of a greasy burger and fries. Least of all did you want another fight with Ben tonight. You just didn’t have the energy for it.
You sighed as you pushed open the door, catching sight of him out of the corner of your eye. Great. But you cut off your own thoughts as your eyes took in the room, darting through the family room and over to the kitchen and dining room.
Hundreds of small lights filled the house. Draped on the wall. Wrapped around the decorated tree in the corner. Over the mantle where two stockings hung.
You knew you were standing there with your mouth open, letting the cold air inside behind you. Ben walked around the couch and shut the door, all while staring at you. He flickered his own gaze down and you caught his shirt wasn’t his usual thermals or t-shirts.
He had on a fucking Grinch sweater. A fucking Grinch sweater.
Your eyes flirted back to his, worried green ones meeting them. His lips parted, words caught in his throat. He swallowed, taking both your hands in his.
“You deserve a better life than this.” He lowered his head. “Than me. But you won’t leave me alone unless I make you go which is what I’ve been doing. I don’t want you to have to teach me everything. You’re wasting away your life on me. I’m not good. No matter what I do, I’ll never be good. I’m always the villian. I want better for you than me.”
You stared at the Grinch on his sweater, at the comically large yellow eyes, the curl of green on top of his head.
“Y/N. Say something. Do something.” You lifted your gaze, his head turned cautiously up, waiting for a response. You stepped closer to him, Ben ripping his gaze away, like you’d burn him.
“Don’t you ignore me.” His head turned back, dropping your hands when you pulled them away. “Why did you do all this if you want me to go?”
“I never said I wanted you to go,” he whispered, cracking a sad smile. “I told you. I want you to want someone better than me.”
“Why did you do all of this?” you asked again, Ben closing his eyes, bottom lip trembling for a split second.
“Because…” he said, scrunching up his face, forcing himself to look you in the eye. “Because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Because you deserve better but I’m the bad guy and I can’t survive without you. Because you’re my girl. Because I like these fucking frilly lights even though I’m the Grinch. That guy was an asshole too until someone gave him a chance. Give me one more chance. Let me be selfish. Don’t let me lose you.”
“I…” you said, Ben nodding once and lowering his head. You ripped off your jacket and boots, Ben barely lifting his chin as you cupped his cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.”
Confusion crossed his face as you smiled, wiping away a single tear that slipped free. “Why? I fucked everything up.”
“We still have to work on that self-worth I see,” you said, gently stroking over his cheek. “Benjamin. I love you and I’ll never give up on you. If you want better for me then you become that man because I picked you. I see you becoming him more and more everyday. But this Ben? The one right in front of me? I don’t love him any less than that other man.”
“I was an ass on purpose. I scared you,” he said. “You should-”
“No, you didn’t. But you needed a wakeup call because baby, I know you. I know you want me to hate you some days because you hate yourself. I know you think you trapped me. But you saved me, Soldier Boy. I need you to remember I’m here because with you is exactly where I want to be.”
He closed his eyes, an argument on the tip of his tongue. But he surprised you.
“I just want you to be happy,” he whispered. You kissed his cheek and then his lips, wrapping you arms around him tightly.
“I am. You’re my happy place.”
“Oh god that’s sad,” he half-laughed, resting his head on your shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve earned that.”
“Tell that to the guy who decorated the whole house with the frilly little lights,” you said, Ben chuckling. “If you want to leave me Ben you can but never do that again.”
“I promise and that’s not happening,” he said. He hugged you gently, the room quiet for a beat and then another. “I saved your stew. Maybe we can have it for lunch tomorrow?”
“Sounds good,” you said, enjoying the warmth of him around you. “Was today as bad as you said it was?”
“No. But I know how to make you think less of me,” he said, pulling back. “You should still be upset with me.”
“No,” you said, shaking your head. “We’re not doing that. I know what I want and that’s for you to feel like you can talk to me when you start feeling bad. Please.”
“I’ll try,” he offered and you nodded, knowing that was all he could promise right now. You rested your head against his chest and breathed slowly, his heart thudding away strong and steady. “No.”
You frowned and looked at him, Ben raising his chin, nodding to himself. “No?”
“I won’t try. I’ll do it. No more trying. I will be better. End of story. I’m going to give you what you deserve.”
“Someday I hope you can see how fucking far you’ve come,” you said, Ben shrugging. “Come on. Let’s head to bed. I’m exhausted.”
“Ben,” you said the next morning as you lay curled up in his side. He traced his fingers up and down your arm, offering you a sleepy smile. “Can I give you a Christmas present early?”
“Eh, after yesterday I think I’m on the naughty list,” he said, catching the frown on your face. “Sorry. Working on the self-worth thing. So uh, I guess sure?”
You took his hand and slid it under your shirt over your belly, his eyes narrowing. “Listen.”
He closed his eyes, sliding his hand down slightly. He swallowed once, eyes flashing open. He stared at your stomach for a solid ten seconds before finding your face, lips parting.
“There’s another heartbeat inside of you,” he whispered. “Two more.”
“I know,” you said softly, placing your hand over his. “I found out yesterday morning. I went to the doctor while I was out. I’m eight weeks.”
“Twins?” You smiled and nodded, Ben’s hand still on you. “And they’re mine?”
“Of course they’re yours,” you laughed, Ben swallowing thickly. “Ben. It’s going to be okay. I’m scared too but excited. We-”
“I-Is it a boy? Are they boys?” he asked. You smiled and touched your forehead to his. “Can you know that before?”
“Nowadays yeah, but it’s a little too early to find that out,” you said, his breath hitching. “Do you…want boys?”
“No. No, I don’t want boys,” he said, suddenly jumping out of bed, hands going to his thighs as he leaned over and made a wincing sound. “You have to leave.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, sitting upright. Ben turned around, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
“I should not be anyone’s father. I-I’m going to fuck these kids up. I can’t…Jesus Y/N. I’m going to lose my temper and hurt them. Or I’ll be awful and raise them wrong. I can’t ruin their lives. I-I can’t be my father. I can’t-” You put his hand back on your stomach, Ben’s chest rising and falling quickly.
“You guys are going to have the best daddy in the world if he loves you this much already,” you said. Ben wanted to argue more but you shushed him. “Whatever they are, they’re going to be just fine.”
“How do you know that?” he whispered.
“Because we know everything not to do.” He thumbed over your skin, spreading his palm out wide. “I have to ask you to try for me one more time, Ben. Try to believe you’ll be good at this.”
He closed his eyes, a tiny smile crawling onto his lips. “If you’d asked me a year ago, I’d have told you I’d be a perfect father. Now…I know I would have destroyed them, made them awful little people like me.”
“Please stop saying things like that,” you whispered. He nodded, touching his forehead to yours.
“If you taught me, I guess these two will be alright. But I have to learn faster. I need to…shit I don’t know anything about babies. How much do they eat? What do they eat? And what the hell do babies wear nowadays? And-”
“Shush,” you murmured, smiling to yourself. “Calm down, super dad. We get to learn this together. Okay?”
“Okay.” Ben’s breathing slowed, his gaze flickering down between you, staring at his hand with a goofy little look. You almost teased him about looking happy for the first time but held back the comment. Whatever was going on in his head right now was healing him, even if it was ever so miniscule.
And that was the best gift he ever could have given you.
“Merry Christmas Ben.”
“Merry Christmas, baby…and babies,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Thank you. All of you.”
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#soldier boy fanfic#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy#the boys fanfic#soldier boy reader insert#soldier boy x you#soldier boy x
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hello !! so like, i suddenly got a fever due to flu season (just when finals was over 😭) and i have this scenario in mind where mizu takes care of sick!reader/the other way around.
mizu w/ sick!reader
i imagine her to not be so good at it, only handling stitches and gash wounds whenever she gets hurt. so, when it's about fevers/other internal illnesses (+ the fact that no one probably showed her how to treat and deal with it), i think mizu goes on auto pilot and does whatever she thinks might work 😭
of course, being the kind soul that he is, ringo may offer his assistance. but mizu wants to be the one to take care of you.
[ + bonus points if mizu and reader has some sort of distance instead of having a close bond. imagine mizu grumbling how weak reader is and reader just goes, "you don't know what you're doing, do you?" ]
reader w/ sick!mizu
mizu rarely gets sick, she doesn't even remember the last time she had it. or the feeling of someone treating her while she laid down, vulnerable, somewhere hidden from view─or in bed, if she were lucky.
i think she's the type to neglect herself. saying "it'll pass" while wobbly holding her sword. this also explains why she doesn't know how to treat others, (ahem, you), as she had only sucked it up and dealt with it like another obstacle on the road.
im so sorry this is kind of long 😭 i love your works so much!!
a/n: THIS IS SO SWEEEET. and yes, mizu is 100% a girlfailure when it comes to this sort of thing
warning(s): swearing
word count: 710 words / 3,782 characters
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pairing: mizu x fem!sick!reader
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“could you lie down, please? for gods sake,” mizu narrowed her eyes at you, ushering you back toward the bed. she heads for a table on the other side of the room, littered with poultices.
did she have any clue what to do with them?
hell no.
but she would try whatever she thought could work, you being sick would only hinder your progress on the quest. and no way could she have that.
and she didn’t want you to be hurting, either.
you gaze at her across the room, your face was red and puffy—hot and under the weather. you can barley see her, due to your disoriented feeling, but she knew for a fact she had no fucking clue what she was doing.
“.. mizu,” you rasp. “you don’t know what you’re doing… do you?”
mizu freezes, if only for a second. she sighs, grumbling something under her breath.
“no,” she answers blankly. “I do not.”
“then why didn’t you take ringo’s help? I’m sure he knows something,” you murmur, your eyes trained on her as she walks over to you. she settles down on the edge of the bed.
her hand gently brushed the side of your face, “I want to be the one to care for you,” she whispers. “you’re my responsibility. I brought you out here, it’s my job to care for you.”
you’re not sure your face could get anymore flushed, but it somehow does, your heart pounding in your chest as your stomach drops.
“oh,” your mouth forms a cute little “o” shape, casting your gaze downward.
she chuckles, taking your hand and pressing a quick kiss to it.
“you’re going to get yourself sick,” you protest, watching as she gathers herself back to her feet—and heads for the table again.
“I don’t get sick, (y/n).” she shoots back.
“everyone gets sick at some point, mizu. even you. doesn’t matter if you think you’re built of—“ you cough in between words, “—steel, even.”
she scoffs, “I don’t think I’m made of steel. steel is a pure, strong metal. something I am not. nowhere close to it.”
you sigh. you never liked the way she talked about herself.
“whatever you think you are, mizu.. everyone gets sick. even you.” you reply.
she decides not to respond, this time, not wanting to argue you when you don’t feel well. she listens as the door opens, revealing ringo with a bowl of soup. he smiled, and placed it down on your bedside table.
“thank you, ringo,” you rasp, returning his infectious smile.
“of course, (y/n),” he replies, glancing at mizu. “are you sure you do not need help, master? I heard—“
she cuts him off with her hand, “I’ve got it, ringo. thank you.”
he seems surprised she even thanked him; but he nods his head and slides out of the room.
she grabs a poultice from the table, and walks over to you. she sets in down in your hands, gesturing for you to drink.
you look at her, skeptical that this is one that will even work.
“it isn’t poison,” she grumbled. “I know what poison looks like.”
you chuckle weakly, “I’m sure you do,” you gulp down the poultice, gaging a little at its bitter taste. “my fucking god.”
she laughs at your reaction, reaching over you in the bed and grabbing the bowl of soup.
“.. are you going to feed me?” you giggle, watching as she slides the noddles onto the chopsticks. for a minute, you thought she was joking. “oh. you’re serious?”
your heart flutters at the thought.
“does it look like I’m joking?” she raises an eyebrow.
you advert yourself gaze, “no.”
“than why are you asking?” she offers you the food again, waiting for you to take it.
you lean forward, and slurp the noddles into your mouth. “not sure,” you mumble between your food.
“then eat and be quiet,” she murmured.
you do as your told; smiling as she gently fed you. mizu was never so.. gentle. but you could see her hands shaking, she was scared she would fuck something up.
but here you were… sitting in front of her, having her feed you in your time of need.
you couldn’t help but love her.
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pairing: sick!mizu x fem!reader
warning(s): swearing
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mizu’s breathing was a bit raspy, a bit heavy as she held her sword wobbly in her hand. being sick was not something she dealt with often.
“mizu,” you narrow your eyes, “you need to sit down.”
“no.” she said firmly, her voice a bit raspy— “it’ll pass, (y/n).”
“I don’t care if “it’ll pass”. you need to sit down. now.” you commanded, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her down.
her eyes widen, staring up at you. she was never so forcefully handled, everyone was always so scared of her cold demeanor.
“.. okay,” she whispered.
“lie back in the bed—and I’ll get you some soup and some medicine. i think ringo’s almost done,” you gently gesture for her to lie down.
she does as she’s told, for once in her life. listening to other people was never her strong suit. but she didn’t feel well, and you wanted to care for her.
being cared for wasn’t… normal, to her. she never had a caring mother. her ex-husband tried to turn her in for a bounty.. care from someone else was new.
when you returned, you came back with a bowl of soup, and some medicine. a sticky, disgusting poultice.
“you need to take this,” you hand her the poultice. she gazed at it, disgusting in her hand. but she quickly took it, repulsed by the taste. “it’ll help, I promise.”
“.. right,” she rasped. her eyes travel to the bowl of soup, her eyes alone asking you to hand it to her.
“in a sec,” you place it on the table beside the bed, pulling at her overcoat. she almost jumped out of her skin. “relax.”
you pulled off her overcoat, taking off the layer beneath it, as well. all she was left in was her wrapped, binded chest.
“It’ll make you more comfortable,” you whisper. “eat.”
now, she was happy to do that.
she grabbed the bowl and slowly began to eat, making sure to be slow and steady—she didn’t want to be throwing up her guts later. not in front of you, at the least.
you slide into bed next to her, gently rubbing her sides with your fingers.
she leans into your touch almost instantly. god, why was she so weak to you?
“you’re going to make yourself sick,” she whispers.
“I don’t care,” you grumble back. “my only job right now, is to care for you. sound good?”
she scoffs, adverting her gaze. “.. sounds good.”
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a/n: HEYYYY holiday is over, back to your regularly scheduled programming!! (I did get p!nk tickets tho guys so that’s cool <3)
#mizu x you#mizu x reader#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu#blue eyed samurai#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#ask#asked and answered#request#fic request#x reader
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FFF day 8: degradation
Jongho/reader
word count: 1.5k
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warnings: road head, degradation (duh), car sex (not how you'd think), public sex, jongho is a good boy, demeaning names (slut, brat, whore, bitch), handjob, blowjob, masturbation
this was written by the same mutual of mine who wrote day 4! I was so busy with school they stepped up again to help me out. my jaw was on the floor when I read this god damn
“Please y/n, not here.”
A loud pop resonated in the car as you pulled your lips off Jongho’s dick.
“I told you to fucking drive and you can’t even do that much?”
Jongho was driving the new Tesla he got last week as part of his promotion at work. He was highly intelligent and one of the leading software engineers at his company. Although he enjoyed his job, he was constantly working and stressing about his team’s incompetence. Fortunately for you though, that resulted in his strong desire to be submissive and let go of control.
Jongho whimpered when you released your lips. Although you refrained from sucking, you couldn’t help but continue to stroke your saliva along his length.
“It’s on fucking autopilot. What are you so worried about?”
“I just, I can’t have everyone on the road seeing my dick.”
“Oh,” rolling your eyes. “Now you’re worried? Mid-suck?”
Normally you’re not this mean to Jongho, but he specifically requested you to be the nastiest you could be given how stressful work had been lately.
You looked up at his face from your position. He kept his eyes on the road, afraid to look down and draw more attention to you.
“Fine, I’ll just stop.” You released your hand, fully committed to not bringing him to orgasm. You weren’t going to waste your efforts on someone who wasn’t begging for you. And besides, it felt so good to torture him.
“No!” Jongho blurted out. In the corner of his eyes, he caught your eyebrows raise in shock. “I mean,” Jongho corrected his tone to a calmer one. “Please don’t stop,” he begged.
“I can’t tell what you want, you useless slut. Do you want to cum or not?”
“Ye- ye- yes,” he whimpered. He mulled over his next decision. “I want whatever you give me.”
“Good, and you’ll stop being a brat who begs and backs out.” Just before your lips touched the head of his cock, you came up with a better idea. “Pull over,” you commanded.
“What?! We’re in the middle of the highway.”
“You heard me whore. Pull. Over.”
It didn’t take much convincing. He had just agreed to whatever you wanted. And he was secretly thrilled to be dominated by you.
Jongho took the car out of auto-pilot and pulled over onto the side of the highway, flicking the hazard lights on.
“What do you want m-“
“Lower the seat back.”
He paused to check that you were serious before he pushed the seat away from the steering wheel. He felt scared and turned on all at once.
The wind from the cars passing you vibrated your car. Some people glanced as they passed to see if you needed help, assuming you had pulled over because of car trouble. “Perfect,” you thought. You couldn’t help the smirk on your face when you realized just how many people would have a show. You were about to fuck, no… DOMINATE one of the most influential men in the tech industry right in front of the public. Your heart was beating so fast from the exhilaration of being a sadistic fuck to your man.
Jongho was quite nervous about what you had planned though, assuming you wanted to fuck right then and there. At least if you were fucking, his dick would be hidden from the public and maybe you’d finally let him cum. But you had much better plans.
“You are not to touch yourself at all. You’re gonna watch me. You’re not allowed to look at the road or mirrors. Only. Me.”
“But…” Jongho begged.
“Ah!” You stopped him. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
Remaining in your seat, you pushed down your thong onto the floorboard and kicked it off your feet. Your knees touched the edges of the car as you spread your legs. You slowly plunged your fingers into your sopping wet pussy. The sound was absolutely exquisite and turned you on even more.
“Ugh, I’m so wet,” you whispered to yourself, quite enamored with your own juices. Slowly, it seemed like you had forgotten he was there and were simply there to pleasure yourself. Like you didn’t need him.
Jongho stared silently, mouth opened and hanging on the floor. He had no words for what he was witnessing. The two of you had only dabbled in public adventures before and this was an extreme for him. What had gotten into you?
You fingered yourself for a minute before raising yourself up onto your knees and twisting around to grasp the headrest.
You raised one leg over and placed your knee in between his. His thighs were so juicy, but now was not the time to praise him.
He looked down at your leg resting in between his. His dick was so hard right now and it hurt so badly. The blood was about to burst out. He’d beg for some relief if he weren’t stuck in shock.
“Look at me, you whore,” you yanked his chin towards you. “I’m the star of this fucking show, not you.” You pinched his cheeks together tightly, hoping it would cause him slight pain. To your surprise, his cheeks were quite squishable.
“Now,” bringing your focus back to yourself. You had never done this before and to be honest, you were a little nervous.
You lowered your hips slowly to graze the top of the gear shift and wet it with your pussy. Pressing further down, your clit made contact with the hardness and you let out a groan. Even though you were depriving Jongho of touch, you were even more deprived. Finally something had touched your clit and you couldn’t stop staring at your lips making out with the black leather that covered the bulbous stick.
You pushed further down and sank onto the gearshift. You let out a gasp. The feeling was shocking. You had never felt something so round in your pussy before and it was slightly bigger than Jongho.
You pumped up and down just a little to help adjust to the stretch. You looked over to find Jongho’s eyes locked on yours. He was gripping the sides of his seat incredibly hard to keep from touching his dick glistening with precum.
All that could be heard was the buzz of cars racing past you and the squelch of your lips moving up and down the gearshift. Your pussy was out for the whole world to see and this is what power felt like.
Unable to hold back any longer, you pounded into the gearshift harder than before, determined to cum. But it wasn’t going to take much. You swore you could cum just from a slight flick to your clit.
“Jongho,” you commanded with a breathlessness. You grasped the two headrests and stared out the back window.
“Yes,” Jongho hesitated in fear that he might do something wrong again.
“I want you to keep looking at me but you can touch your dick now.”
“But I want you-“
“Jongho! Should I take away that privilege?” Jongho rapidly shook his head. It was better to follow your orders than to not get anything at all. He spit on his hand and touched his dick.
Jongho let out a sigh and let his head hang back.
“You have been such a bitch today Jongho.” He let out another groan from your degrading words. Nothing was hotter to him than when you insulted him incessantly. “You should be fucking grateful I let you touch your dick at all.”
“Y/n,” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
“It’s only been 30 seconds. Are you that pathetic that you can’t even hold out for a whole minute?!” You were actually quite shocked that he was about to cum so quickly… and flattered.
You slowed down your pace to admire his fucked out face.
“Yes, I’m so pathetic for you,” he moaned out.
“For who? Say it again.” You gripped his cheeks once again.
“For you y/n,” locking eyes with you. “I’m so pathetic for you and only you.”
“That’s right you cunt. Me. And only me.” Truly nothing in this world felt better than having your man beg for you in the most pitiful way possible. You released his face. “You can cum once I cum.”
“Okay,” he groaned, barely keeping it together. “Please hurry.”
Jongho’s pathetic begging sent you over the edge. The wave of pleasure hit you and tingles filled your body as you shook around the stick shoved into your pussy.
“Y/n- ach.”
Although still not over your high, you took his dick with your right hand and leaned into his ear.
“Come on, baby. For me,” you whispered delicately.
At last he released himself. Cum covered his pants and even squirted so far as the steering wheel.
“That’s it baby,” you milked him slowly. “Give me every last drop.”
Jongho’s orgasm finally subsided and his head hit the headrest. He looked so hot covered in sweat and completely fucked out. He was definitely too inebriated to drive but luckily you could just use the autopilot.
Before you could turn the car back on, you saw red and blue lights swirl in the distance accompanied by a siren.
“Oh shit.”
#ateez smut#choi jongho smut#choi jongho#jongho smut#february filth fest#exololyunho's february filth fest
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Incorrect quotes because... Good Eclipse and everyone else needs therapy.
Lunar: Here you go, Moon, a nice hot cup of coffee!
Moon: It's cold.
Lunar: A nice cup of coffee.
Moon: It's horrible!
Lunar: Cup of coffee.
Moon: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.
Lunar: C U P.
Bloodmoon: Why are you smiling?
Rays: What? I can’t just be happy?
Moon: Eclipse tripped and fell in the parking lot. Bloodmoon: *snorts*
Jigsaw: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.
Lunar: Well then whose is it?
Jigsaw, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!
Jigsaw: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches. Bloodmoon: ...
Eclipse: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.
Rays: You know, I used to play back in my gory days.
Sun: You mean glory days?
Rays: Ah, that too.
Earth: You have an impressive pain tolerance.
Rays: Thanks, it's the trauma.
Moon: Lunar, Rays, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?
Lunar, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Rays is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.
Rays: I love you too :)
Moon: You disgust me.
Jigsaw: eating a kitkat sideways I realize this and don’t care.
Eclipse: Okay, help me, please!
Bloodmoon: Got two words for you.
Eclipse: I bet they won't be helpful.
Bloodmoon: Your problem.
Eclipse: I was right.
Monty: Why are Moon and Earth sitting with their backs to each other?
Lunar: They had a fight.
Monty: Then why are they holding hands?
Lunar: They get sad when they fight.
Moon: WHO THE FUCK-
KC: Whoa, language!
Moon: I speak fucking English!
KC: …
Lunar: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Rays.
Lunar: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for.
Lunar: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it.
Rays: Hmm… I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either.
Lunar: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though.
Rays: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it.
Lunar: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.
Jigsaw: finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods
Jigsaw, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!
Old Moon: We are gathered here today because someone- glares at Monty’s coffin -couldn’t stay alive! Monty: muffled FUCK YOU, LET ME OUT!
Sun: So, Moon and KC.
Sun: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto…
Old Moon: We had a bad day.
Sun: And… MURDER?!
KC: It was a pretty bad day…
Earth: You believe me?
Monty: Earth, you’re the last good person on this planet (and Lunar). I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.
Lunar: I will send my army to attack!
Lunar: releases a dumpster of raccoons
Rays, singing (lost a bet): I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need—
Moon: A better family.
Monty: A better therapist.
KC: Mental stability.
Lunar: clueless Bagels?
Rays: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Gator Golf!
Earth: Look, Lunar, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.
KC: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?
Rays: Several traffic violations.
Sun: Three counts of resisting arrest.
Earth: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.
Moon: Also, that’s not our car.
Sun: Eclipse, I sense hostility.
Eclipse: Good, because I hate you.
Eclipse: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.
Moon and Sun are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff
Moon: oh my god, Sun, backwards!
Sun: Really, Moon? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.
Lunar: Why would you do that?
Monty: Because I feel guilty.
Moon: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.
Monty: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?
Moon, exasperated: WHY?!?
Moon points at Rays: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!
Moon points at Lunar: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!
Moon points at Monty: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!
Moon: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????
Monty, trying to comfort Rays: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there. Rays: I- what?
Rays: If the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you’re not allowed to do it. -to his Moon, probably.
Sun: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?
Rays: That sounds like a terrible plan.
Moon: Oh, we've had worse.
#sun and moon show#sun and moon show lunar#sun and moon show earth#sun and moon show eclipse#sun and moon show sun#sun and moon show moon#the sun and moon show
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27 + 53 cunette >: DD
Sick/Injured Fic + Mutual Pining
ou you're kilign me here,,
Cuno finds Annette standing at the front of the bookstore, as usual, and she looks exhausted - *more* than usual. He asks her what's wrong (and by that i mean he says "you look like shit, the fuck happened?"). She waves it off, says smtn about 'just a sore throat' and 'nothing some tea and honey won't help.' he goes 'oh myy fucking god you're sick, does your mom know, why the fuck are you out here in the cold.' she thanks him for his concern but insists that she's not sick, which ofc only makes Cuno go into a spiel about how 'Cuno's NOT concerned, Cuno just thinks you're acting stupid as fuck.'
He doesn't see her outside the next day. When looking into the store he can only see Plaisance. well, shit. if even Plaisance let Annette have a day off then it must be bad.
He decides to go visit her at her place. He's walked her back home a handful of times but never went in. He feels a bit (a lot) embarrassed to be going out of his way to see her - feels that he should just wait till she's back to 'work' to talk to her, but he also can't help feeling worried (not that he'd ever admit it) and wants to check in on her, especially since she'd be home all alone.
He knocks (slams) on the door and it takes a while but she finally opens the door a crack, hiding.
CUNO - Instantly, the first words out of his mouth is: "See? fucking told you, you were sick."
ANNETTE - She groans. "Of course that's why you came here. Just go away." She sounds awful and nasally.
CUNO - "Man, stop being so whiny. Let Cuno in."
ANNETTE - "No way, you could get sick." She is afraid of him getting infected, but she also hates how she looks a mess.
CUNO - "Fuck off, Cuno doesn't *get* sick. Cuno takes so much mag - he's invisible at this point. You should probably take some too - before you die."
ANNETTE - She rolls her eyes. She hesitates a bit, but lets him in after all. She does appreciate him checking in on her and having company sounds nice.
she starts to grow dizzy and he quickly ushers her to her room to rest. Cuno wasn't just making an off-hand comment earlier, he did get her some vitamins. seeing her so sick, he kind of goes into auto pilot - getting her water, a cold water-soaked towel, tissues, whole nine yards.
she tries to tough it out, but ends up falling asleep from how tired she is. Cuno spends the time reading one of the books off Annette's shelves, just laying down on the floor, and getting up to check on Annette's temperature every now and again.
after a few hours, she wakes up feeling a bit better, enough to actually sit up and be aware of her surroundings again. she gets up from the bed and almost trips over Cuno (on the floor) who she has entirely forgotten came over to visit. She's surprised and flustered and embarrassed, and he quickly shuts the whole awkwardness down with a comment about how he's starving and they should just get something to eat.
so they do - they make whatever simple, quick thing from the kitchen, and spend the next while chatting and hanging out. they talk about the book Cuno was reading and Annette tells him he can borrow it until he's done.
He has to leave soon because Plaisance will be back and neither of them want to deal with that. Annette thanks Cuno for taking care of her and says she'd give him a hug if she weren't so sick, which he promptly responds with 'gross, i hope you STAY sick' (he's a little disappointed even if he won't admit it lmao)
anyway smtn smtn they both cant help but think about a reality where they could just spend the whole day - after day after day - together like that smtn smtn
#i went a lil over hfjdfjh i cant help it i like writing them#i really could write forever lmao#cuno just seems like he's really good at taking care of people!!!#he's had to take care of himself for years#taking care of C#probably his dad too with all the strokes he's had#plus after the tribunal harry wakes up with cuno over him i just get the feeling hes been taking care of him while he was out#i mean dr nix told CUNO to call him up if something went wrong with harrys wound#MAN I WISH HE WAS ALLOWED TO JUST BE A KID AND NOT HAVE ALL THIS RESPONSIBILITY ON HIM....#anyway many thoughts thank u for the ask this was fun hh#Cuno#Annette#blabbin scribbles#blabbin
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Luisa and Donovan smut when
Tumblr auto deleted first one, lets try this again-
You guys JUST met this guy??? But alright, let's get Luisa some MAN attention in here-
"THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL!!!"
He called out to her, giving her a thumbs up as he set the crate down. Luisa said she had chores to do today, so he decided, to spend more time with her, he'd help. He couldn't do as much as her, like lift a church, but moving crates and supplies was little work he had no problem taking over for her. He appreciated her, genuinely. Super tall, super sweet, super...pretty. Okay, so Donovan was super attracted to his super buff and super strong girlfriend. It wasn't his fault! Not when she had such pretty eyes and pretty hair and pretty lips that he just really wanted to-
"Donnie?"
"Huh? What?"
Suddenly she was right next to him, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"I said, do you wanna go to my place for a bit? You look like you could use something to drink."
"Oh uh, sure. I'd love to."
He got to hold her hand as they walked, and he couldn't help but be a bit flustered. Her hand was so soft too, it was like being hugged by a cloud. They made it there, and a beeline right for the kitchen, where her mom was making some kind of drink.
"Oh, you're back early!"
"Yeah, Donnie helped me with a lot of stuff."
"Not like she needed me, this girl is fucking awesome out there."
Luisa blushed a bit at the compliment, even though it was true. Julieta smiled, handing them both a glass.
"Such a little gentleman! Here, have some Uchuva."
Whatever the hell that was, it was terribly sweet. He didn't adore it, but she clearly did, so he shut up and drank it.
"Gracias, mami. Hey uh, Donovan is gonna come upstairs with me, I need give him something he left of his."
"Go on then. Don't forget, dinner is at eight!"
Luisa gave her a nod as Donovan walked upstairs with her.
"Uh...you don't have anything of mine."
"I don't? Huh. Oh well, you're already up here."
He saw that smirk on her face. Sneaky sneaky. She opened the door to her room, and he lightly whistled.
"Woah. Nice in here."
It was mostly...rocks. Rock walls, floors, furniture. But what made this room really hers, was the ceiling. The rocks were carved out, letting the stars act as her light. She chuckled, fumbling through her dresser for something.
"This is just the room everyone else sees. In the back, I have some other stuff. I'm uh, gonna shower real quick, you mind?"
"No no, you do you, I'll just hang here."
Luisa kissed his forehead, and left. He stood there, unsure of what to do. Then it clicked. He was in a girl's rooms. HIS girl's room. Something about that fact made him freak out, as if he had just snuck in here on his own. He looked around, thinking about leaving, but that'd be rude, right?
"Look. You're fine. You're just. In the room of your super hot girlfriend. You're fine. Just. Don't do something stupid."
He did something stupid. He started to snoop. He looked around, seeing pictures of her family, trophies and medals, and her bed. Oh her bed was precious.
"Oh my god. She's got unicorn plushies AND sheets-I love her so fucking much."
She was too cute for her own good. He looked around some more, before noticing there was another door. Despite common sense, he opened it, revealing the view of an endless, open beach. The salty air hit his nose through here, and the pink sand amongst the various weight equipment only proved this was hers. Luisa was fascinating, constantly full of surprises. He thought about walking in, when he heard her door start to open. He shut the door, and immediately leapt for her bed, taking a seat just in time.
"You sat there the whole time?"
"Uh...yeah. Didn't. Want to invade your space."
Help him, help him, she was in her bath robe. It was big and fuzzy and purple and her hair looked SO pretty when it was down and wet like this. Luisa chuckled, tossing her clothes in her hamper in the corner.
"I wouldn't have minded. I mean you're my boyfriend so...ow."
His attention was taken away when he heard that. It was rare for her to be physically hurt, but when it did happen, he was on that shit.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I pulled something carrying that last donkey, kinda hurts right here, at my shoulder."
"Dumbass-I told you to stretch beforehand."
"I know, I know. I just wanted to get it done quickly, I really wanted to spend more time with you."
God. Dammit. He felt his face explode, before he sighed, scooted over, and patted the bed.
"Come here, I'll massage it. Dad gets body cramps all the time, this is what mom does."
He was glad she didn't fight him on this, sitting down without any retort. He was about to reach up to touch her, before realizing two things. One, he was about to touch his girlfriend, fresh out of the shower, in a place he hadn't before. Two, he needed her to push her robe down to even fucking reach-
"You okay back there?"
"Yeah I just need you to drop the robe. Just a bit, I can't reach."
She did that, letting it fall past her shoulders, and showing just a bit of her back. Holy shit, holy shit her muscles looked good enough to bite into. Relax, you fucking pervert. He got up a bit on his knees, and put his hands on her shoulders, just getting her used to his touch. His nervousness was obvious, and she chuckled.
"Donnie, you can just say you don't know what you're doing-"
"Shut the fuck up. I'm just, worried I might go a bit too hard. Stop me if I am, or imma go bat shit."
She looked pretty when she blushed like that. His fingertips pushed into her, alongside his thumbs. He went hard, knowing her muscles needed a bit more than the average effort. She seemed to sink into his touch, sighing in relief.
"Okay, take it back. You definitely know what you're doing."
"The massage, or taking care of my girl?"
"Both. I'm...still not used to you calling me that."
"Me too. Can't believe you're with an angry shithead like me. Is it the hair?"
She chuckled, turning her head to look at him.
"It's part of it. I also like that you're strong for me. Like, you stick up for me, you support me, you encourage me, and if I'll be honest, I kinda...like the angry, a bit. Kinda comes off as passionate."
She was looking at him with those pretty eyes, it made him focus on where he was massaging. But he had to look away immediately, because he could totally see her cleavage like this.
"I like stuff about you too. I like that you're sweet. I like that you're pretty. I like that you're strong. I like that you keep me calm and that...shit, princess, I just really like you."
She used her finger to give him a little push, chuckling as her face seemed to only get redder. Red suited her.
"That name is so dumb. I hate that I like it."
"Well I mean, that's what you are. To me, at least."
"Oh, stop it."
He hated when she did that. When she didn't believe him when he said good things about her. He leaned over her shoulder, meeting her eyes as he went on.
"No, I'm serious! I think you're like a princess. You're pretty, you're sweet, you even do the animal thing! I mean it's with donkeys but you get the idea. Look, how about this. You have tomorrow off, right? We'll get you a dress. A real big fancy one. And whatever girly shit your ass wants. Whatever makes you look like the princess I already see. Deal?"
She put her hand on his chest, looking at him with such fondess that it made HIM feel like a big shot.
"You hate shopping. Youd do that for me?"
"Absolutely. Whatever you need, imma do. I want you to count on me."
"...you know, if you think of me as a princess, does that make you a prince?"
He snorted as he put his whole weight on her, trying to ignore how much of her skin he was technically touching.
"Shit, if that'll keep you around, I'll be some prissy prince."
"And princes kiss princesses, right?"
He knew exactly what she was getting at. He cupped her cheek, and carefully pressed his lips against hers. She was so soft, even her grip on his wrist was gentle as gentle could be. They've had a few kisses, usual pecks. But this, this felt like it meant something. It kinda got to his head, honestly. In between kisses, he felt himself groan softly against her.
"Damn I love your lips, baby."
She seemed to freeze at his words, and he just now realized HOW he said his words. Like he was coming onto her. He cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed that he dared to talk to her like that.
"Donnie-"
"No no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. I don't like, EXPECT stuff from you and..."
His thoughts drifted as she held onto his hand, keeping it against her cheek.
"No no. It doesn't bother me. I was...uhm. Gonna say, I kinda. Liked it. If you uh...want to do stuff, we can."
No way he heard what he heard. He glanced briefly at her chest, immediately regretting it because god dammit her cleavage was RIGHT there.
"Lulu, I uh. Think I didn't hear you right. It kinda sounded like you're saying you wanna have sex-"
"I did."
"...oh."
Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh every cussword in every language. The hottest girl ever, wanted to fuck HIM. She winced upon seeing his face.
"You're steaming, Donnie. If you don't WANT to, we can just-"
He didn't know how he did what he did. He just knew he somehow had her on her back, and he was right on top of her, elbows propped up so he can peer down at her. She looked so...pretty, wet hair over her pillows, robe disheveled, cheeks on fire and her eyes looking at him in surprise. How dare she be so cute?
"Gimme a safeword. You're gonna need it."
They BOTH were steaming at this point, like two kettles in a tea house. She fumbled with her thoughts, before getting an idea.
"Pressure."
Good enough for him. He leaned down to kiss her again, relishing in the fact that he was allowed to make the proper sounds he wanted. Amongst his own groans, he heard hers. Oh shit was it cute. She was begging for it.
"Wait, was that little sound from you?"
"...no?"
"You're a dirty little liar. You MOANED for me. You should do more of that. A lot more."
He pressed his lips against hers again, and in between their lips, in between his tongue grazing against her own, he pulled at her robe, till it opened. He lifted himself up a bit to look at her, and his confidence faltered. She was. Woah. Way too pretty for him. A big, fit body, perfect with muscles, decorated in freckles, and every part of her was beautifully big and thick. Including her chest. Oh help him they were huge. She winced at his face, about to pull her robe back over herself.
"I'm sorry, I know it's a lot, we can do it with it on-"
"Damn bitch, let me admire the shit out of you for like two seconds, you're fucking gorgeous."
She stared up at him, as if he just recited some romantic ass poetry to her.
"You're...not lying?"
"If I lie to you about how much I love you, you get to kill me. Or get your sister to, she'd actually beat my shit in."
"Which one?"
"Both, honestly. But my point is, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. I think you're my pretty princess."
Oh she LOVED that, he could tell from how she tried to cover her mouth with her palm. How he was the only guy who saw her as gorgeous, he had no fucking clue.
"You're embarrassing me..."
"Is it embarrassing if my pretty princess LIKES all the attention?"
He wanted to kiss her lips again, but with her covering it, he had to try something else. He buried his face in the crook of her neck instead, kissing along her pretty skin. So soft, and he swore she smelked like lavender and cupcakes. He let his hand trail down her stomach, till his hand was right between her legs. Oh there was a bit of curly hair that tickled her fingertips, he kept reminding himself to NOT lose his shit.
"Donnie, can you uh..."
"Can I what, baby?"
"Can you call me the other name too?"
"What, you mean teddy bear?"
She gave a mini scream as she nodded, and god dammit did he love that shit. He leaned down to sneak a kiss at her nose, before he started to rub at her pussy, just slow enough to get her used to his touch.
"I can do that. I can do whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy. Just keep those legs open for me, I'll make you the happiest teddy bear in the world."
She did as he said, keeping those pretty things to the side to give his hand that much needed space he needed. The space he needed to smear her wetness over her pubic hair, to rub it over her folds, to brush over her clit. To make her make those pretty sounds he was really starting to get addicted to. Her shakey little voice was helpless, and for once, he liked seeing her so weak.
"You can uh, p-put them inside if you want."
"What, you want my fingers inside your pussy? Like this?"
He may have been getting carried away, but he couldn't help but push a finger into her, and watch as she gripped onto the sheets below. He watched her bite her pretty bottom lip as she nodded.
"You can put m-more. I can handle a lot more."
"Oh yeah? Alright. I'll give you more."
He shoved three fingers into her, pushing them in and out. It made such a loud, wet sound, and he wanted to be inside those tight little walls. His own dick was straining against his pants, giving him a bit of pain, but that didn't matter. She did.
"T-thank you."
He snorted, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.
"Don't thank me yet. Don't thank me till I get my dick right inside this wet little cunt."
"Can it...c-can it be now? This is killing me, Donnie. I need more than just the fingers."
He wanted to scold her, but he was too excited about the idea of a girl THIS fine being Impatient for him. He got off of her, took off his shirt (he tried not to get even more confident upon her checking him out as much as she was), before taking himself out of his pants. He was more ready than he thought, all from just a few moments of fingering his girlfriend. He stroked himself for a moment, getting her use to the sight of him. That, and well...it was kinda hot, her watching.
"You SURE you want this, right? Because you can stop me at ANY point."
"I don't want you to stop. Donnie, please?"
She put her hand between her legs, and parted her folds for him, letting him take a look inside of her pink, hot, wet insides. Didn't have to tell him twice. He reached for the condom in his pants, and after opening it with his teeth and sliding it over himself, he got down to it. He held onto his cock as he slowly pushed himself in, and he banged his fist against the headboard upon pushing himself in fully. That felt. WAY better than it should. She shouldn't be this cute and be THIS tight, it made him feel WEAK.
"God DAMMIT, baby."
"W-what? Are you okay?"
"No. No I'm not. You're too fuckin' pretty, and you feel too good around me. Unfortunately, I think you got me hooked on you."
He kept himself propped up as he started to push himself back and forth. Slowly at first, knowing if he went full force so soon, he'd only last a second. Her hands held onto her sheets, and he watched as his strong girl seemed to unravel underneath him.
"D-Donnie, you...feel really good."
"You're one to talk. Tight little pussy, cute little face...I'm a lucky guy, you know that?"
"You're not just saying that because we're doing it?"
He took a hold of her cheeks, tilting her head to the side, in order to kiss her pretty cheek.
"Nope. I'm lucky before and after. I just REALLY like fucking you, but I don't think you're complaining."
He couldn't help but give her kisses upon kisses, taking in the smell of her pretty shampoo, finding himself picking up the pace. Should he be going so fast? Probably not, but she'd stop him if he was too much. For now, he wanted to fuck the prettiest girl in the world. He kept his face buried into the nape of her neck, and just stopped thinking, just let his body do all the work.
"No. No, no covering that pretty mouth. I wanna hear it. Wanna hear how you sound when I'm with you."
She was wordless now, but sure as hell not silent. Her hand wanted to cover her mouth, try to save some dignity, but she wasn't allowed to have that, not now. Not as his hips started to buck into her, not as he was starting to use her to make himself feel so fucking good.
"Fuck, you feel so good, teddy bear. You feel like you belong with me. Like this is the pussy I'm SUPPOSED to fuck."
She wasn't looking at him anymore. Hell, they were closed at this point. But it didn't matter to him. She looked pretty like this, eyes forced shut and her cheeks drenched in blush, sweat coming down her frame. He could feel himself throb, all for her.
"You make me so fucking angry sometimes. I see you out there every day, and you don't know how fucking sexy I find you. You know how many times I almost wanted to sneak you off into some alley and take out all my anger on this pussy? You're so unfair. You're a real fucking tease, teddybear."
Her poor hips tried to buck against him, clearly wanting more of him. She wanted more, she'd get more. He forced her to open her mouth, and forced his tongue past her lips. She loved the feeling of his tongue rolling against hers, hardly letting her breathe, he swore it was practically shoving her off of that edge.
"Teddy bear likes to get tongue fucked. How cute. If that's what you want."
His hips kept moving, his tongue and his lips kept kissing and licking, was it any wonder she came? Her sound was so pretty, he swore it even tasted sweet as he swallowed it. She tried to speak, probably something about his turn, but he didn't need it. He pushed himself in as full as he could, and came. He wished he could've cum inside her. Something about her made him want to just do it, even though it was a terrible idea.
They sat there for a moment, trying to catch their poor breaths, before he pulled away, tossing the condom into her trash. He was about to ask if she needed something, before her head was right on his chest, and her big arms were wrapped around him. He chuckled, putting his hand on her head.
"Happy?"
"Mhmm. Very. I'm...glad we did that. I mean I've done it before, but never with a guy."
"Oh. That's news. I hope I didn't just ruin it for the guys team then."
She chuckled at his joke, shaking her head.
"No no. It was nice. It was...a lot more than I expected, a little overwhelming, but I liked it. I like you."
"I like you too. A lot. I like your shampoo too, shit smells like a bakery's asshole."
She snorted as she looked up at him, catching him playing with a piece of her hair.
"Donnie, can I say something, and you not freak out?"
"Go for it."
"I don't like you. I love you. I'm glad you're my boyfriend."
She meant it. He could see it in her pretty eyes. He smiled, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"And I love you. I'm glad you're my princess."
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"Oh. Donovan. I didn't expect to see you here so early."
Luisa tried to get him out of her room early, but she had overslept, so she decided he should at least get some breakfast before sending him home. Donovan nodded at her as he started to pile on his plate.
"We uh. Had a sleepover."
Antonio called out from the dining room table.
"Why wasn't I invited?! I like sleepovers!"
"Next time, little man! Imma eat, then we'll head out Teddy bear."
He kissed her hand real quick before heading over to go eat. Julieta chuckled in amusement.
"He's in good spirits. Maybe he just needed a nap. What can I get you for breakfast, mija?"
"I uhm. Would actually just like some tea."
"Oh of course! I have this new tea that tastes EXACTLY like mangos-"
"No. I mean. The tea Dolores takes. The one she makes sure to have it after she hangs out with Mariano."
She seemed confused, before she gasped, hands over her mouth.
"Oh! Oh. You and Donovan?"
"Last night. Yeah. I can tell you that, right?"
"Oh of course! I'm just. Surprised. Oh my girl is growing up! Now, I'll make you a tea. Let's just not tell your father-"
"Tell me what?"
"Ay Agustín."
She sighed as Agustín seemed to pop out of nowhere. She held onto her husband's hands.
"I'm going to tell you something. I need you to not make a scene. Alright?"
"Okay, scaring me, but I'm following."
Luisa looked at her with worry, before she continued.
"Luisa is taking those tea's now. You know, the birth control one. Because her and Donovan are...starting to have sex."
Julieta winced as Agustín's fingers gripped into her hands. She hoped that cracking sound wasn't as bad as it sounded. Luisa shrunk a bit at her father's disbelief.
"Dad, I AM an adult. I CAN do these things. Are you...mad?"
"Not mad. Just. Surprised. And scared. And I might throw up. But I'm fine. Totally fine. You are an adult. Long as it was consensual and safe. I...Julie help me sit down."
Luisa winced as Agustín needed help taking a seat. But upon hearing Donovan yell that her mom's coffee was 'fucking bitchin', she realized she wouldn't take it back.
Not with her prince.
#not transformers#encanto#lemon#asks#this took so long holy shit#but yeah there we go#Luisa feels love#and Agustín is about to pass out
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Annihilation Day: Chapter 6
Chapter warnings: 18+ minors DNI, language, canon-typical violence, like lots of violence, minor suicidal ideation at the beginning (super minor but if that kind of thing upsets you please do not read)
a/n: WOOO HOWDY FOLKS im so stoked to be back my god, I wrote this chapter little by little over the past couple months while I was doing my field course and moving and its finally here!!!! I deviated from the canon like SUPER minor in this, but it works really well with the story so honestly I’m really happy with how I MacGyvered it.
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The feeling of a cold needle against her marred skin was something Helena had grown accustomed to. No longer did she feel the instinct to flinch, the pain a distant thing. Maybe it was frequency of which she found herself in pain, or maybe it was the drugs they pumped through her to keep her complacent, or maybe it was just her brain’s way of protecting her, forcing her body to go on auto pilot, numbing the pain, in a futile effort to keep her sane. Whatever the reason was, she sat unmoving in the same sterile, sickening room that she’d sat in a million times before, unmoving as a silent stranger, in a mask that covered their face, sewed up the fresh wound in her shoulder.
She thinks she was shot, but she can’t quite remember. Scars beneath scars, all with stories and origins she just can’t recall. The fact would make her upset if she could dwell on it long enough to let the feeling fester, but such a thing wasn’t possible in such a place.
And so, she sat, age 16, in a cold, empty, void of a room, awaiting her next assignment. Another suicide mission to add to her track record. Another suicide mission that the quiet, buried piece of herself that was still awake and alive deep inside her brain, prayed she wouldn’t come back from this time.
But she always made it back. She was too good for that.
In the first several months of digging up dirt on James Wesley, Helena had come up completely dry. It would’ve been discouraging if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew, better than anyone, that someone with no record of them online was almost always hiding something.
But in the last couple weeks she’d hit the jackpot. Hush money, shell companies, mercenary hires, dirty cops on a payroll, you name it, he was involved in it somehow. She’d even found references to Union Allied, which she’d remembered from her many conversations with Karen about the topic. The thought that this man was even minorly responsible for the harm of her friend only served to spur her on further. And so, she kept digging, kept documenting, until after almost a week of not leaving her apartment, she hit a firewall.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled quietly, going offline as quickly as possible. She sat frozen for a few more seconds, maybe she was fast enough? While she doubted the sentiment highly, she knew it wouldn’t help her to dwell on it. So, Helena did what she did best, she planned for the worst.
She put everything she’d found onto a flash drive, before booking it out the door to Nelson & Murdock, not even bothering to give the office a call, knowing better than to broadcast her plan over the phone lines. If what they were dealing with was as bad as she thought it was, they all would have to be extremely careful if they were to continue.
She made it to their office in record time, flying up the staircase and swinging their front door open. Foggy and Karen looked up at her bewildered from where they stood at Karen’s desk. Matt was quick to follow, rushing out of his office, having heard her racing heartbeat and heavy breathing from running there.
“Whoa, speedy Gonzalez where’s the fire?” Foggy joked, but Matt knew better, he could practically taste the anxiety as it rolled off of Helena, each wave hitting him square in the chest every time she took a breath.
“Helena, what’s going on?” Matt asked as he slowly approached her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as she willed her breathing to return to a normal, less concerning pace.
“I found something,” she started taking another deep breath and holding up the flash drive “I found a lot of somethings on James Wesley, and trust me, I think this is just the tip of the ice burg.” She extended her hand to Karen so she could take a crack at what was locked inside, before she quickly snapped her hand back at the last second, collecting her thoughts.
“Helena?” Karen questioned curiously.
“If I give this to you, you need to promise me, you all need to promise me that you will be extremely careful if you want to pursue this. And I mean more careful than careful. If you think you’re being the most careful, be even more careful.” Matt listened to the shaky inhale that she took, “I cannot be responsible for any of you getting hurt, I just can’t so please, just don’t do anything stupid.” She begged. There was a beat of silence before the hand that Matt had placed on her shoulder began to softly rub at her muscles, which had tensed up almost painfully.
“Yeah of course, we promise Helena.” Karen assured her, gently taking the flash drive from her hand. “What exactly did you find?” she asked hesitantly.
Helena sighed, absentmindedly leaning into Matt’s touch a little more “My money’s on crime boss, but whatever it is, trust me when I say it is bad.” It was a tone that Matt hadn’t heard from her before, she was scared. Scared for them, scared for him.
“Hey we’ll be careful, don’t worry.” He soothed her quietly as she felt the tension start to dissipate, she took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, nodding.
“Yeah, don’t worry Helena, Nelson and Murdock attorneys at law are on the case!” Foggy cheered, attempting, and succeeding, to get a smile out of her. “Now enough doom and gloom! Pull up a seat I was just about to make a pot of coffee.”
The next day Helena found herself hovering around the Nelson & Murdock office and then later the courthouse as the legal trio prepped for John Healy’s case. She was keeping herself around under the thinly veiled excuse of moral support, but really, she’d been so anxious that morning when she woke up that she simply couldn’t stand to stay home.
Hours had passed as she sat outside the courtroom, her knee bouncing up and down, absentmindedly picking at the sleeve of her jacket. The door to the courtroom swung open, causing her head to snap up towards the sound. She stood as people flooded out of the chamber, waiting for her friends. The relief she felt as she caught a glimpse of Matt’s familiar red lenses dissipated almost immediately when she took in his expression that lay beneath them. His jaw was set, his eyebrows furrowed, he looked angry, furious even. He moved like a bloodhound on the hunt, with a clear target in mind, his cane barely grazing the floor as he weaved between the people in the hall.
“Matt?” Helena called to him, if he’d heard her, which he did, he’d made no show of it, still set on his mission at hand. Helena made the move to follow after him, before Foggy’s voice reached her ears.
“Jesus, what’s wrong with him?” She turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “What happened in there?”
“I honestly couldn’t tell you.” Foggy sighed, running a tired hand through his hair. “Everything was fine and then he just went AWOL I don’t know what set him off.” He checked his watch “Shit we need to get back to the office, we’re supposed to meet with a new client.” Foggy said as he swung his head around, trying to track down his friend.
“Don’t worry about it, you guys go back to the office for your meeting, I’ll track him down, okay?” Helena soothed resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Really? Thank you Hel, you’re a lifesaver.” Foggy breathed out in relief, pulling the woman into a hug before scurrying off with Karen hot on his tail. Once the pair was out of sight, Helena turned on her heal and began walking down the hallway that she’d seen Matt bolt down. By the time she’d made it to the end of the hallway, there was no sight of Matt and nowhere to go except the metal door that led to the alley behind the courthouse.
She pulled the door open without hesitation, stepping out into the crisp winter air. Just as she let the door close and turn into the alley, she collided with a hard block of something, a hard block of Matt. The wind was knocked out of her as she felt his hand grip her waist.
“Helena?” he questioned, his breathing still erratic and his voice still strained with anxiety. “What are you doing out here? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he rambled as his breath got minorly less harsh. His other hand raised to smooth over the side of her head, coming to a rest at the side of her neck over her hair.
“No, no Matty I’m fine, I was just looking for you. What’s going on?” she attempted to sooth, but it seemed that the question only seemed to stir him back up.
“It’s the jurors. They- Someone’s blackmailing them. I- I don’t know who or why, but-,“ his breathing picked up again, as his lips flattened into a straight line and his eyebrows furrowed together.
“Hey hey hey. It’s okay we’ll figure this out, let’s go back to the office, okay? Foggy and Karen are worried about you.” She took one of his hands in hers, tangling their fingers together as she slowly pulled him towards to the street. His pace picked up slightly as he nodded along with her words, his fingers tightening around hers as they walked back to Nelson & Murdock.
The next few days went by in a blur of unfortunate events. First, Wesley had shown up to the courthouse, and spared Helena a look that made her want to crawl out of her skin. Then that trial went to the shit hole, hung jury, Healy going free. And before that problem could be resolved, the same man was found dead the next morning, impaled. She’d barely seen Matt at all, neither had Karen or Foggy. It was a strange and unnerving few days and Helena had barely left her apartment.
Matt on the other hand, had been busy.
He’d been running around in his devil suit for the past three full nights, and hiding away in his apartment to hide his injuries. But Healy had given him a name, just before he killed himself. And with that name, Matt was virtually unstoppable, and he couldn’t take off the mask until this man, Wilson Fisk, was behind bars.
Which is how he found himself here, tailing the Ranskahov brothers in hopes of finding any kind of answers. After his first attempt at getting to the brothers failed, they’d been fairly tricky to keep track of. But every failed attempt only stoked the fire inside Matt’s chest more, to the point where he couldn’t sleep until this matter was resolved, no matter how deep it went. He knew that his friends would scold him for the thought, but they weren’t here right now.
And so, perched on the roof of Metro General Hospital, he caught whiff of another battle to fight that sent him, once again, reeling.
He could hear the brothers talking to Semyon, the man Matt had, regrettably, thrown off of Claire Temple’s roof. He sat, perched on the roof, head tilted to listen, when Anatoly’s phone began to ring. He could hear the man take a few steps to the side, before pressing to accept the call.
The words passing through the cell phone’s speaker are too muddled for Matt to make out, but he can understand the jist when Anatoly hangs up the call and turns back to his brother.
“We have an address for the woman, let’s finish this.” The Russian’s words made Matt’s stomach drop.
Claire.
How did they get her new address?
How did they know she was with him on the roof that night?
Before he had the time to answer any of these questions, he took off across Hell’s Kitchen, bounding across rooftops to ensure his friend was safe.
It took him 20 minutes to get to the apartment Claire was staying in, and he was in a fury, certain that the Russian’s had beaten him and that he had failed. But as he rushed to her fire escape and pounded on the window, he was more relieved than confused when she opened it, agitation clear across her tired features.
“Mike? What the hell? It’s the middle of the night, I have a shift tomorrow.” She questioned, rubbing her face as he slid past her, into the apartment.
He didn’t answer her right away, electing instead to stalk around the perimeter of the apartment, listening intently for voices in the stair well and movement in the hallway. When he found none, he turned back to Claire, standing expectantly in the middle of the living room, arms folded across her chest.
“Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” She speaks again, more awake now.
Matt shakes his head lightly, breathing starting to even back out now that Claire was safe in front of him. “I-” he started, clearing his throat, “I don’t understand, I thought they were coming for you.” He spoke, like she knew what he was talking about.
“What? Who’s coming after me?” Her voice raised minutely in volume as she stepped in front of him.
“The Russians,” He hissed, “I was tailing them, they had your address, I thought they’d be here by now.” He began to pace back and forth across the room.
“Wait hold on.” Claire exclaimed waving her hands in front of her face, “No one knows I’m here; I haven’t left this apartment in a week, I took a sick leave just like you said. There is no way anyone knows I’m here.” Matt’s confusion only deepened.
“I don’t hear anyone in the building.” He admitted softly.
“Because no one’s here, Mike, I appreciate your concern, but can I get back to sleep now?” She pleaded, exhaustion returning to her voice as she rubbed her eyes again.
“This doesn’t make any sense.” He ignored her.
“What doesn’t?” she asked, exasperated.
“If they aren’t coming for you,” he asked, turning back to face her, “then who are they coming for?”
Helena sat in the silence of her living room. It was late, and she knew she should probably get to sleep, but the nagging anxiety that had been electrifying through her entire body for the past several days had kept her from rest.
Perhaps this was why, when there was a minuscule creak outside her front door, she’d heard it almost instantly. She silently rose to her feet, scanning the room for something to defend herself with. Even after all this time, she could still pick out a weapon in every room of every home she had ever been in.
Better safe than sorry.
In the interest of at least attempting to lead a normal life in Hell’s Kitchen, her more obvious weapons were tucked away, and certainly not within easy access to her right now. Her eyes landed on her kitchen knives, debating if this was going to turn into a knife to a gunfight kind of situation, one she’d like to avoid.
The movement outside her front door continued and she knew her time was running out, she had to make a decision now. So, she opted for the object next to her kitchen knives, a cast iron skillet. She crept silently towards her door, careful to flank up the sides so the intruder wouldn’t see the shadows of her feet.
As she braced herself by the door frame, she gripped the skillet with both her hands, bringing it to sit in a defense position, ready to be swung. If she was lucky, she’d be able to break a knee, or at least startle someone enough to get the upper hand.
Click
She froze, she stopped breathing as the lock had been picked. She strengthened her grip on the handle as the door opened slowly, the light from the hallway spilling into the inky darkness of her apartment.
She waited a beat, only striking when she saw the clear barrel of a gun poke through the barrier first. This was not a friendly visit. She struck without hesitation, crashing the large metal object into the intruder’s legs, aiming for a joint.
The man howled out in pain, somehow keeping the grip on his gun until Helena jumped and kicked it out of his hand. As he looked up at her in rage, she took note that she didn’t recognize this man at all, but he certainly seemed to know her, and was very hell bent on killing her. He stood on, what Helena hoped, was a broken knee, and charged at her. She held up her arms to defend her torso, using the man’s momentum against him as she flipped him over onto the floor.
A sound similar to a growl left his throat as he reached out and grabbed a hold of her foot, yanking her off balance. As she tumbled to the floor, he scrambled for his gun. But Helena was quicker. Locking his arms between her legs, she kicked the gun out of reach, twisting her body so she could punch him in the jaw and, if she needed to, break him arms with the weight of herself.
“Who the fuck are you?” she hissed angrily.
Before she got an answer, the man curled up, using one of his legs to come up and wrap around her chest, throwing it back, forcing her off of him. They two scrambled to their feet, before rushing to each other in a haze of quick and skilled hand to hand combat. She almost couldn’t keep track; everything was moving so fast. All she knew was they were both covered in both their blood, and this man was trying to kill her.
She was only knocked off her rhythm when the intruder caught a hold of her arm and pulled. A sickening pop sounded through her skull, and she let out a pained cry. She got a couple good hits to his bad knee and face before he shoved her head into the wall, knocking an array of photos down with the force. Dazed by the pain in her skull, she brought her foot up and kicked him between his legs.
His face screwed up in pain as he hissed through his teeth, but he kept his hold on her, shoving her back into the wall again before bracketing his forearm across her neck as she continued to struggle. But then all she could feel was a deep and blinding pain. The next few moments moved by in slow motion, as she could feel her mouth open in a silent cry of excruciating pain. Suddenly the man’s arm was gone, allowing her chin to drop to her chest and her eyes to catch the reason for her sudden agony.
She felt lightheaded as her gaze met the six-inch bowie knife that was currently buried into her torso. Her eyes struggled to meet the gaze of the man in front of her, his eyes cold and furious as he twisted to knife further, resulting in her strangled scream.
He got in her face and sneered, “Fucking bitch, you better be worth this trouble.” She was too out of it to recognize it as her mother tongue, instead opting to focus of keeping conscious. Before she knew what was happening next, the intruder pulled the knife from her torso at the sound of the hallway doors opening, resulting in another grimace from Helena as she sunk to the floor, leaving her blood on the wall. She watched through blurry vision as the man grabbed his gun and left through her fire escape in a hurry, leaving her in a bloody pile on her living room floor.
After what felt like hours, but was only seconds, the lights in her apartment flicked on as multiple figures crouched down in front of her. Their voices were distant, but she could hear the concern and fear in them. Faint crying pierced through the ringing in her ears as she focused on the face in front of her. Her eyes met those of a terrified Mrs. Sánchez, her eyebrows furrowed with worry and eyes spilling over with tears. Helena struggled to reach for the old woman’s hand, in a futile effort to convince her that she was okay. But even she wasn’t convinced as she found her fingers weak and hard to pilot as they wrapped around her neighbor’s. She could hear sirens and yelling and sobbing as she fought to keep her eyes open.
But as she let her eyelids fall, losing consciousness, her thoughts wandered to her friends, hoping and pleading that they were not in the same position as her right now.
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My Hero PSLE S4E7 "Lefty loosey, righty tighty"
"OMG I LOVE GRAMMARLY! I LOVE HOW IT CONSTANTLY CORRECTS MY GRAMMAR EVEN WHEN IT'S ACTUALLY CORRECT BECAUSE IT KEEPS DEFAULTING TO AMERICAN SPELLING AND THINKS MY BRITISH SPELLING IS WRONG, AND HOW IT SOMEHOW AUTO-CORRECTED MY TEXT TO GRANDMA'S DOCTOR FROM "Please let her eat KFC" TO "unplug her life support"! YES! SO NOW I HAVE ONE LESS GRANDPARENT! LESSGOOO!"
-said no one ever
"Speaking of, most of you don't really know me, but I do know every single one of you here, and your gang...I've never seen them around before," cum COM guy was saying.
"Well that might be because everyone looks the same here because everyone wears masks like these," *Xiao Ming gestures to mask he's currently wearing*
"Yeah, I'm fairly certain I've never seen you before," COM completely ignores Xiao Ming's comment.
"May I have your identification scar?"
"Wait what-"
*COM immediately rushes forward towards Xiao Ming before anyone can say or do anything, pins him against a wall, and forces his mask off like some sexy k-drama guy to the female lead*
*crowd at café gasps in shock as COM reveals he doesn't have a single scar on his face*
"Oh shit. Well whatever, it's just one commander of memes shit, how hard can it be to fight off someone whose only superpower is commanding memes?" Xiao Ming motivationally quotes to gang.
"Oh don't worry, I'm just really omniscient and know everything that encompasses memes, I can also summon and memise you at will,"
Oh fuck. You're not motivationally helpful, COM!
"And once again, my name is COM-"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP PRONOUNCING IT LIDDAT SIA!"
"NO! COM IS ALMIGHTY EVEN IF IT SHALL NEVER BE AS SUPERIOR AS CU-"
Alright alright time to move on to the brainwashed citizens.
"The....they....they are...they are tresspassers? Direct defiance of the Heavenly Lord! SEIZE THEM EVERYONE!"
Oh fuck. They completely forgot about the rather-large crowd of brainwashed citizens waiting at the door of the café eagerly awaiting their opportunity to pound Xiao Ming and gang in the heads.
Shit. They can escape the embodiment of cum himself, but they're not escaping brainwashed as shit citizens sia.
Anyway. Just as Xiao Ming and gang were preparing to load up their powers, Six with his dark energy and weather manipulation, Tempest and Kiefer with their Corvi energy, Ma Xiao Tiao with his gigachad energy and also Grandmaster with his reality warping power which theoretically both should be a game-changer and a useless superpower but we'll dive into that later, some guy wearing a black cloak and crow mask swooped in and saved the day! Yay!
Crow-face just calmly walked up to the crowd, and before COM or anyone could say anything, he just straight-up got up to them, punched them in the face, knocked them unconscious, and gestured to Xiao Ming and gang to come with him, then took off in the direction of the city gates again.
So Xiao Ming and gang followed.
And then they ran for another long distance again.
Then they reached another cave, but it's not the one where the entire population of infected Rainslashers are here, it's a different one-this one quite pretty leh, got lake and flowers and fruit trees. Anyway-
Then finally after running for so long, they finally reached the place.
Then you know what? Crow face, without anyone asking, touched his mask and disintegrated it (because clearly it's not a physical mask and it's one of those cool god things where you can summon and un-summon the mask at will), revealing his actually quite hot sia face.
"Ok," Xiao Ming interrupted. "Now who are you?"
And to that crow-face legit said nothing sia. He just stay silent for a while and stare off into space."Well, to that," oh now he's talking. "I am one of the 9 legendary poets of rhyme and song, I am the poet of Destruction,"
And now to the fact he was part of some other random new organisation he knew nothing about, and also the fact that his name is literally Destruction, Xiao Ming had only one word to say:
"HUH?"
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Ghost Stories Starter Sentences
Starters based off of the english dub of Ghost Stories. Change pronouns as necessary! TW for swearing, drug and sex references, and mean humor.
"Run, she's a ghost AND a bitch!"
"When this bitch kicks, I'm moving to Vegas!"
"I don't care about your cat, he's probably dead."
"[blank] just showed up on the day of our mother's funeral. Our DEAD mother. Do you feel bad now?!"
"Sure! Jackass.."
"Open your books and turn to page whatever."
"Aren't any of you bastards going to help me?!"
"What the fizzity uck was that?"
"Let's fizzity uckin' find out!"
"I hope to god you're adopted."
"If it wasn't for me, your friend would be headlining in heaven."
"Hey I've got an idea! Why don't you come to the scary, isolated payphone on the bad side of town?"
"Time to go Great Santini on his ass!"
"Oh my god what the hell's happening here?! These are the fastest lips I've ever had to sync!"
"There's not enough booze in my office."
"You're an ass! Let us out, you ass!"
"Oh no, not Grand Theft Auto! What would Hillary Clinton say?"
"When are you gonna need another dramatic plot point until you decide to whip out that damn ghost book?"
"I can read! Not well, but I can read."
"It's said that if you find it, you can communicate with the spirit world! But if you order books, they really screw you on the shipping fees."
"Not get out, get saved!"
"Better get some extra napkins with yours."
"Like Jesus, it never stops working for you!"
"You smoked all of it, didn't you?!"
"Wow, that doesn't look threatening at all."
"That's so sweet! In a "you scare the hell outta me", Emily Rose kinda way!"
"The V on my sweater stands for "very big deal"!"
"Violins. Oh no!"
"She's looking straight at us, I don't think we hid very well."
"Those three to four cardboard boxes aren't gonna hold him for long!"
"Lord, reveal your salvation since I am your favorite among these heathens!"
"Deadbeat dads are not cool!"
"Hey man, if you squint it looks like a clown."
"You're here, and you are an idiot."
"Years ago, people went in there and didn't come out. Not unlike your sister."
"I know that you're gay."
"Damn, ever since Lost."
"Bless him, leaving me here alone and defenseless in a cemetery, what a guy!"
“At first I thought it was new drugs, but now I'm wondering if it was those chess club dorks.”
"From what mom says, he's a bull with a foot fetish."
"I thought meth was only bad in Oregon."
"It wasn't meth! It was another damn ghost."
"If there's a cliff on this mountain, I'm pushing both of you off it."
"In school, with adults, with dead people, I am just too popular for my own good."
"Thundercats, ho!"
"Can't tell this was a goddamn anime."
"You are shockingly hateful!"
"What movie are we ripping off again?"
"Sometimes yes means no. And sometimes you're a bitch."
"I'm going fuckin' crazy."
"Hey, maybe if they paid their FUCKIN phone bill you could call again!"
"I'm a size queen from the word go, you know what I'm sayin'?"
"I'd like to be given over to shameful lust!"
"Time to go home, load up that bong, and watch Pokemon!"
"Oh wow, I can't even comprehend how inappropriate this is."
"One day you'll understand the benefits of a good curve."
"Run! Run from yet another Japanese horror knockoff!"
"You know what I hear? I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up!"
"Why am I doing this?! It's not faithful to my character arc!"
"Butch it up and get the torches!"
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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.
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eijirou kirishima | hard dom + dubcon jic + f!reader + exhibitonism + face-fucking + dumbification + car sex + more! minors dni.
"Made me come all this way...it’d be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it."
"No, no, no, no, no—c'mon," you cry as your car engine spits and sputters to a stop in the road, coughing like an old man with asthma before it's dead for good. Jamming your heel on the gas pedal, you twist your key in the ignition, but there's no use. You're fucking stuck.
You sigh, before slamming your forehead against the steering wheel. It's hard enough to sting, and the blaring horn startles all unsuspecting birds in a five-mile radius, but you could care less. Stuck in the middle of the woods at one in the morning, AAA membership-less with nothing but the clothes on your back and the vehicle you came with. Short cuts are a fucking myth.
Mina's the only person you can think of calling—because frankly, she's the only one who'd know a mechanic who could help at this time of night if one exists. Which you doubt. Severely.
"[Y/N]?" Mina answers, semi-urgently. You wonder if you startled her out of a good sleep, but knowing the night owl, her evening is just beginning. "What's up?"
"I'm fucking stuck in the middle of nowhere," you groan, banging your head against the back of the seat though you know she can't see you. "Car's not working."
"Oh no," she coos, and her pity is useless. "Do you have AAA?"
"No. Do you have a mechanic?"
"A mechanic...at one am? I don—wait," she interrupts before you hear something akin to rustling sheets. "I might have a friend who could help! But don't get your hopes up girlie, he's a heavy sleeper."
You shrug, shaking your head. "At this point, I'm desperate."
"Alrighty!" Mina confirms, and now all you can do is fucking hope her friend pulls through. "I'll give him a quick buzz and then send his number over, sound good?"
"Sounds perfect," you breathe, relaxing (somewhat) with your chin against the steering wheel. "Thanks, girl."
"Of course!" she cheers, and you wonder how someone could have so much energy at this time of night. "Good luck!"
"Thanks," you snort. "I might need it."
Riiiing! Riiiing!
Eijirou's had a long day.
A pipe busted at the auto shop today, resulting in an immediate flood—meaning they had to get everything that could possibly rust out as quickly as possible, aka everything in the goddamn shop.
So, yeah. He's had a long day, and when he's finally able to get under the covers and go the fuck to sleep, Mina calls him with this.
"Hey...Eijirou, buddy, best friend—"
"Mina, I love you, but what do you want?" Eijirou grunts into the phone, voice worn and ragged from limited sleep and his terribly long day. One am is never an appropriate time to call anybody, but he figures something has to be up—Mina's not the type to call in the middle of the night.
"Um, well. My homegirl’s kinda stuck in the woods with car troubles—"
"The woods."
It takes Mina a second but she hums in confirmation, and Eijirou can see her head nodding from where he lays. He sighs, rolling on his back to blink up at the ceiling. "Yep!"
"What is she doing in the woods at midnight?"
"I don't know!" Mina exclaims. Eijirou runs a hand over his face. "I just—please, Ei? She doesn't have AAA or anything and it's really, really late. All you have to do is hotwire her car or something, right? It's not like she totaled it or anything."
And dammit. Eijirou hates being a nice person.
"Just give me ten."
Mina practically gasps out a thank you, "You're a lifesaver Ei! Really! I—"
She's interrupted by the buzz of his phone—this time, from an unknown number. Eijirou raises an eyebrow, "That her?"
"Should be!" The pinkette says. Eijirou's feet finally touch the floor and it's painfully cold. His bed has never looked more appealing, and that's counting all those instances in high school. "Thanks again, Ei!"
"Yep," Eijirou says, popping the 'p,' before clearing his voice and switching the line. Customer Service at one am, here he comes.
"Red Riot Auto Repair and Services, how may I help you?"
All he receives is a grunt on the other end of the phone: "My car won't turn on."
Eijirou waits for you to give him a little more to work with, but it's clear that's all you have to say when you ask hello to ensure he's still on the other end of the line. Runs his hands through his hair, he silently prays he won't have to leave the house to get your car to work.
"Did you try jiggling the key?"
"Yes, I'm not stupid," you huff, and Eijirou's eyebrows fold in exasperation. He insists you do it again though, and hears the weak splutter of your engine through the phone with a heavy heart. "'S fucking useless."
"Did you try tapping the battery terminals?"
"The battery whatsitals?" You say, too loud and smart-mouthed for the very thin amount of patience Eijirou harbors. He reaches for his hair tie, satisfied enough with the messy bun he makes on the first try.
"Just send me your location," Eijirou sighs, moving for a jacket before snatching the keys to the shed. He'd rather just get this over with than beat around the bush.
Luckily, you're not far.
"You drive that thing?" is your first comment, and Eijirou can't even appreciate your beauty before your first words shatter your image completely, and he's slamming the door to his truck with rolling eyes, rusted toolbox heavy in his hand. "It looks like Mater from Lightning McQueen."
Eijirou just stares at you for a second, just to see if you're really serious, and resists the urge to scoff when it seems like you are.
"It's a truck," is all he says, before marching around you and to the task at hand—your car. "Pop the hood."
You huff, but you listen, and Eijirou wastes no time in getting to work. You watch with your elbows balanced on the rim, curious but quiet, and that allows him to get in the zone enough to realize there are countless problems with your car.
"When was the last time you took this thing into the shop?" He probes. You click your tongue, eyes tracing the outlines of the trees as you search for an answer. That's never a good sign.
"Um...never?"
"And how long have you had it?"
"A few years," you nod, and Eijirou drops his head.
"It's a miracle you made it this far in the first place," he chuckles bitterly, shaking his head. What the hell is he going to do now? There's no way your car is moving anywhere tonight. You frown, jamming your hands on your hips.
"Well? Are you going to fix it or what?"
"I can fix it," Eijirou says with a shrug, closing your hood. "But not tonight."
"What do you mean not tonight?" You badger, breathing down his neck as he hikes back to his truck to set the toolbox down. There's no reason to carry it if he's not going to need it.
"I mean, your car's going to need a solid six months before it can run again, Sweetheart."
When Eijirou turns, you're much too in his face for his liking. He can practically feel your breath against his chest, and it has him rolling his eyes, leaning against his truck with arms crossed.
"Yeah, okay, but I need it to run tonight," you explain, gesticulating so wildly Eijirou fears his own chest may fall in the cross-fire. "Like, I need to get home tonight."
"I can't—" the redhead sighs, running his hand over his face. You're terribly difficult, and if Mina had given him a proper warning he probably wouldn't be here in the fucking first place. "Listen. My shop is out of commission for the next few days 'cause of a flood. I can work on your car or whatever, but it'll take a sec, so the most I can do is drop you at a hotel down the road or somethin'. Sound like a plan?"
"No," you growl, claws and all, and Eijirou wishes for nothing but death. "That doesn't sound like a plan! I don't know you, what makes you think I'll get in a car with you?"
Oh. My. God.
"Then you can spend the night in your car and have Mina come get you in the morning," he huffs, stomping over to the driver's side of his truck. "So it's either you're gettin' in, or I'm leaving ya."
With that, he slams the car door shut, shoves his key in the ignition, and counts to fucking ten, and on nine and a half you're flinging open the passenger door and bouncing in the seat, arms crossed over your chest in indignance. You don't even look him in the eye.
"Seatbelt," he warns. You tut.
"I don't need a fucki—"
"Put on the goddamn seatbelt."
You don't say anything, but he's satisfied by the click that follows. Eijirou shifts into drive and you two take off.
"The seat's so uncomfortable."
Not even twenty feet.
"Suck it up," is all the pity Eijirou has to offer. He's preoccupied with trying to get from this side road to a main road with, you know, actual civilization. The road is unsteady—unsteady enough that a bump sends the both of you flying towards the roof of his car, and naturally, you have something to say about it.
"Y'know, for a mechanic, you're not a very good driver," you say, and it has Eijirou's fists tightening around his steering wheel. His patience wears down until it has the height of a penny, and Eijirou worries for when it shatters because he has no clue what he'll do if it does.
"And it smells a little funky," you continue anyway, eyes wandering around the cabin aimlessly."Kinda like cheese. No offense."
Eijirou pulls over at that, teeth grinding. Is he really going to snap over cheese comment?
“Is this a condom?”
Yes. Yes, the fuck he is.
"Get out."
"Um—excuse me?" You blink, eyebrows raising in offense. "You're kicking me out. Because I found a fucking rubber?”
Eijirou glares your way and he's sure you can feel him radiating fury, and that's enough to convince you to hop out of the car without another word. He follows, slamming the door behind him.
"Okay? Now what?" You growl, and Eijirou loves it—the false display of confidence. Because he knows it won't take much to break you once he gets you under his thumb, and you'll look so pretty once he does. Cocking his head to his side, he tells you to come here without having to open his mouth. You follow.
"Now, on your knees."
You splutter at his request, rolling your eyes as if he wasn't being serious. Though you shut up once you hear the clink of his belt, lips widening in revelation, and Eijirou thinks you'd look much prettier with your mouth full.
"You made me come all this way—it'd be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it," Eijirou says, and the way you shiver implies that you like this more than you let on. He coos when you say nothing, "And for the first time today she's got nothin' to say. See? You're improving already."
He gives you a second to move. When you don't, he lifts an eyebrow. "Knees, Princess."
You do and Eijirou groans at the view, palming his hardening cock at the sight of your bambi eyes blinking up at him—and it's a pretty one, at that. Leaning against the door of his truck, he grunts, "Take it out."
Your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and Eijirou shivers upon contact with the cool air, but the warmth of your palm makes up for it. You spit on his cock with a curled lip and it's nothing short of crude, before you're swirling your tongue around the head and taking him as far as you can possibly go.
"Uh-uh," Eijirou tuts, grabbing you by the hair to pull your mouth off his cock. "We got at my pace, Sweetheart."
"Why?" You pout with a curled lip. Eijirou scowls.
"Because," he says, before stuffing half of his cock down your throat, "I'm gonna put that big fuckin' mouth to use at my pace."
With that, Eijirou thrusts into your mouth, using the grip he has around your hair as leverage. Your throat is impossibly warm and the way you choke has him keening, and that's enough for his hips to start picking up mindlessly.
"Shit—what a dirty fuckin' girl," he says, smirking when you moan around his cock. "You like this? You like sucking off a guy you just met?"
Your eyes flutter at that, nails digging into his thighs, and it nearly has him cooing. When you swallow around him Eijirou's hips stutter and he grunts, "In public, no less. Anyone could drive by and see you taking my dick down your throat...but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want the world to know how much of a slut you are."
Your hand falls between your thighs and Eijirou grins like the devil as he watches you touch yourself on the dirty road, desperate just because knows how to push the right buttons. That's enough to have him caving, demanding you rise to your feet and get in the backseat of his car.
"Hands and knees," Eijirou urges, his body towering over yours from behind. It's not long before he's pinning your wrists to the windshield with one hand and using the other to land a harsh slap on your ass; harsh enough to make you jolt forwards from the force.
"Such a pretty ass," he coos before slapping it again, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip to muffle the sound. "And it's all for me, ain't it, Princess?"
You nod, but Eijirou spanks you again—he's looking for an answer.
"Y-Yeah, yes, all yours just—" your hips wiggle in search of his cock. Eijirou chuckles, leveling his lips with your ear.
"Want me to fill you up, Princess?"
You gasp out a yes, nodding vehemently. The redhead finds he likes you like this much better, chest rumbling with arousal. "Yeah? How bad?"
"B-Bad, please, I need t—fuck!"
Eijirou stuffs you full with one thrust, and even he needs a moment, freehand searching to hold onto your hip while his grip tightens around your wrists. You quiver under him, and he swears he can feel your gut contract around his cock, eyelids fluttering when you grind against him.
"Holy shit," Eijirou finds himself wheezing, not expecting you to be so tight. You drop your head against the cool windshield, whimpering like the pretty little thing you are, shuddering as he pulls out before ramming himself in again until he's balls deep. You scream, back arching from the angle.
And fuck. It's impossible for him to stop after that.
"Fuckin' look at you," Eijirou chuckles, body practically caging you against the seat, "Drooling all over my window like a slut. Fuck, you really know how to get a guy goin' huh?"
“Pull—pull my hair,” you request, words from his pistoning hips. Eijirou tuts and rips your hands off the window in favor of pushing your head into the seat, not making a move to yank on your hair once.
“I don’t think you’re in the right place to be making demands, Princess," he growls before his hot palm cracks against your ass, hissing from the way you tighten around him when he does.
You whine at that, pushing into him the best you can. It only spurs his hips on faster, and Eijirou lets go of your hands in favor of grabbing your face instead, groaning at the sight of the tears shining silver from the moonlight. He likes the fact that you can't do much but gasp and rock against him, your hands falling to clit to finally push yourself off the edge.
He looks at you and all he sees is his dumb little thing, who can't do anything, let alone get her car to work, and that's when Eijirou realizes he doesn't want this to be as much of a one-time thing as he initially thought.
"Gonna...gonna cum," you slur, cheek mashed flat against his window. Eijirou fucks you into the door of his truck, pace quick and bruising, as his mind thinks of all the fun you two could have together—all the fun he wants to have with you.
"Cum, Sweetheart. Make a mess of my cock and my leather seats, yeah? Show me how good I make you feel."
You tighten around his cock, tight, and that's enough to send him spiraling into an orgasm of his own, hips stuttering to a stop as he fills you up. Though his hips never stop, not until you're coming around his cock with a broken moan, curled toes digging into his car floor. He watches you catch your breath, splayed across the seat, with a sudden realization that he feels much lighter, but doubts it was the sex that did the trick.
"You fucked your anger out now?" You wheeze, breaking the silence, and Eijirou snorts.
"I—yes," he says before his eyes trail to the scratch marks around your hips and thighs. "Are you...okay?"
"Never been better," you toss your arms in the air like you're on a rollercoaster but lack the energy to scream. It's cute and it had the redhead re-evaluating everything, wondering how the day could start so shitty and yet, end so well. "Are you okay?"
His eyebrows furrow, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno," you shrug, and Eijirou finds it hard to stay focused when you look like that. "You asked me, so. Everyone needs a post-sex check-in, ya know?"
Fuck.
Fuck, yeah he's definitely keeping you.
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more renga headcanons bc i miss them
- rekis not one to like. hide his praise or anything he compliments langa a lot but just. every so often he'll grab langas wrist and look at him all soft and say "youre amazing langa" very reminiscent of how langa praises him and it just makes langa feel so fucking mushy and in love
- rekis used to affection from his family but thats kinda it and langas family was never super affectionate but he felt loved still but after his dad died he just felt super lonely but when they meet and start getting super close they both just feel like theyre overflowing with love both given and received and i just thinks that beautiful
- rekis chronically bad at opening bottles bc they hurt his hands and hes always embarrassed but he goes up to langa and is like. open please. and langa does KKFMSMFND
- it gets to the point he'll just go up to him with a bottle and langa will open it without being prompted
- yknow when youre really tired and you feel like youre floating in the ocean reki has that but he feels like hes rolling back and forth on his skateboard
- since he first started skating the movement and feeling got so ingrained in him that he'll be sitting at his desk or laying in bed and just feels the sensation of tick tacking like hes not moving he just can feel it like a ghost in his muscles and brain
- sometimes reki just wants to. stand on his board like not do anything just stand on it so he stores skateboards in his room and when he gets restless he'll just stand on one for a little bit
- reki talks to himself a lot he'll be doing some mindless task and then have a pretend conversation with nobody without even realizing it
- whenever reki cries or gets choked up about smth drinking water for some reason makes him feel better
- reki pokes the twins' bellies and blows raspberries on them to make them laugh :)
- langa cant pick up rice with chopsticks when he first moves to okinawa and reki makes fun of him but still teaches him how to do it
- langa has acne along his jawline its just bumpy and stuff
- reki wakes up and then lays in bed watching videos as long as he can before he gets up
- he also holds his phone like two inches away from his face
- reki uses dark mode langa uses light mode until reki notices it forcibly changes it
- rekis phone is always at like really low brightness bc his eyes are sensitive
- its battery is also always low bc its an old phone and it takes forever to charge
- he takes a lot of pictures and videos of langa just for no reason half of them are blurry and out of focus and langas not paying attention but he keeps all of them
- he has a bookmark on instagram called 'langa' and its full of stuff that reminds reki of him or he wants to show him later
- langa and reki pair up for a presentation once and when theyre presenting they cannot stop laughing reki says um and pauses for a moment too long and langa does one of those long nose exhale laughs and it makes reki snort and then they keep messing up and barely get through it and when they walk back to their desks they shove each other while the class laughs
- langa has a really cheap purple phone case he got at walmart and rekis like dude thats so boring so he makes stickers for him to stick to it
- langa loves them but he also has this weird anxiety about putting stickers places bc he likes them and doesnt want to eventually get rid of whatever the sticker is on but reki tells him he'll make him more whenever he gets another phone so hes okay with it
- langa doesnt really fidget unless hes nervous and then he twists his fingers around but when hes sitting he rolls his right ankle a lot and his foots like always twitching really minutely
- reki carries around a hairband partly for his sisters (and eventually langa) and partly so he can fidget with it
- langa carries one around too for the same reason but one day reki forgets it during work so langa gives it to him bc he looks restless
- and langa kinda feels really bare and doesnt know what to do without it so he just rubs his wrist a lot but he doesnt mind
- reki will get up to go do smth but just sit down curled in a ball on the floor bc he gets distracted for whatever reason and after like 20 minutes of scrolling through his phone hes like wait what was i doing
- reki has a scar on his lip/chin bc he bailed really hard and hit his chin on the concrete and bit through his lip
- langas a dry ass texter when he and reki first meet bc he didnt really have anyone to text before
- but eventually he googles how to turn auto caps and everything changes
- hes actually funnier over text sometimes bc hes less restrained
- hes made a ur mom joke and then was like wait i take it back i love your mom im sorry :c
- and he points out every time reki misspells a word just to annoy him
- reki scrolling through tiktok and he randomly starts crying at a wholesome video and langas like.. you good man and rekis like look at this FRICKING tiktok dude and then langas crying too KFMSMFND
- obligatory "we make a good team" line idk the context ill think about it later but theyre gay they have to say it
- langa promised his mom hed go to the store but had to do a last minute shift at dope sketch and rekis like oh ill do it for you i already know what you get
- langa has a sweet tooth he loves candy and hot chocolate and all that stuff and reki is lowkey an enabler he always brings candy w him or has a bag in his room
- when reki laughs he wraps his arms around his stomach and hes the type to go silent when he laughs hard enough
- he'll go from standing normally to bent over to crouched down to falling and rolling on his back or side from laughing so hard
- its pretty rare but sometimes he snorts in the middle of a laugh too
- when langas laughing Really hard its loud and kind of wheezy and almost like a cackle and he covers his mouth most of the time just out of habit
- he curls up when he laughs too so he'll be laying on rekis bed or the floor and reki says smth that catches him totally off guard and he starts fucking cackling and brings his knees up to touch his forehead hitting his leg and wheezing
- langa helps reki teach chihiro and nanaka how to ride a bike and the four of them go on little bike rides together occasionally
- the twins pulling on langas pant leg until he bends down so they can whisper gibberish in his ear and the first time langa is like ??? but then he learns to just laugh and nod
- all of rekis sisters coming into rekis room while langa is there to be like :D langa :D and reki herding them out and yelling we're busy and then just flopping on his bed to continue scrolling through his phone in silence
- reki does the older sibling thing and just stands in koyomis doorway
- miya makes a meme reference that reki doesnt get and hes like god youre old and it wounds reki on a personal level
- reki has a piece of graphite just like permanently stuck in his leg bc when he was younger his friend accidently stabbed him with it and it broke off and just. stayed there
- reki gets super obsessed with one song for a week or two and he'll listen to it on loop like 10 times in a row and he learns the lyrics to them no matter the language and by proxy langa always has the stuck in his head
#this is so long already but i literally have a 21 page google doc of sk8 hcs#i miss them sm theyre so in love wtf#renga#sk8 the infinity#sk8#sk8 reki#sk8 langa#snowear#sunset snow#lanreki#langa x reki#i seriously have so many hcs its kinda a problem#if this does well ill post more LOL#sk8 miya
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Hey, I'm doing a fanfic universe where neither Tim nor Jason get involved with the Batfamily what lives do you think that their lives would have turned into without getting involved with Bruce?
oh my fucking god i wrote an entire thing for this and then tumblr fucking DELETED IT and i’m pissed as hell and rewrote it. forgive me if i left anything out.
but anyway. hey babe. if tim or jason never got involved with the batfam?? hmm. interesting question
so for jason, i see either one of two things happening
a) jason’s a smart kid. clever, wily, quick. that’s what the librarian and the auto smuggler and the working girls say. they’ll give jason whatever change they can spare, and jason uses it wisely. along with that, he’s got quicksilver fingers. stealing the tires off the batmobile??? one hell of a confidence boost, and he starts taking theft a little more serious.
he refuses to be part of a gang. they want him bad: he’s slippery and smart and rough and fast. but he’s seen the way the older gang boys act. he’s seen the way they laugh like lunatics and get high off whatever they can find, beating up little kids and taking what they want from women just for the fun of it. and jason will do whatever it takes to never become one of them.
so he steals. he jacks car parts and smuggles other things, harmless things, till he knows his way around mechanics pretty well. the guy that paid for all of jason’s goods died early, and gave jason his shop. he tries his best to run an honest business. granted, he’s still a thief and a liar, but kids know that he won’t throw them out if they come in there looking for a warm place to sleep, and girls know that he’ll slam the door behind them, locking the door tight and getting out his gun if any motherfucker has them shaking and scared.
he scrapes together enough money every month to pay for a shitty little apartment. it’s crumbling and cold, but it’s his. maybe he stays in that little auto dealer for the rest of his life. maybe he starts visiting the library again, learning everything he couldn’t when he was a kid. either way, he survives. sure, his isn’t all that impressive or meaningful, but gotham never meant for him to make it past fifteen in the first place, so jason’s alive and breathing and has a few things he calls his own. that’s good enough for him.
2) he tries to stay away from the gangs. he tries so hard. becoming like them is one of his biggest nightmares. they’re jagged and cruel, they take what they want and laugh at what they leave behind. but he doesn’t have a choice. he’s starving and cold, and carjacking isn’t cutting it.
just for the money, he tells himself. just for the money, and nothing else. he’s never going to become like those boys, never. that promise doesn’t last very long. they give him a gun, and for the first time in his life, jason knows what it’s like to get drunk off power. he can shoot whoever he wants. the guys that leave women in the alleyway sobbing, the guys that kick innocent animals just cause they can, the guys that used to try and hurt him. he can get revenge for everything. he starts using, too. it’s better than he ever thought, letting himself go for a little bit, untouched by the weights dragging him to the ground every day of his life. he shoves all thoughts of his mom away, and lets himself forget life.
he ignores the stares of the librarian and the auto smuggler and the working girls, shaking their heads in pity and fear, wondering what happened to him, what happened to the boy they used to love? that boy was weak, jason thinks, and he won’t ever be week again.
soon enough, he starts working for the big names. penguin and scarecrow and even black mask. it’s with black mask that his story ends. batman busts in on an operation, and it’s chaos. jason gets shot somewhere between black mask using his goons as human shields and everyone shooting blindly through the smoke bombs, trying and failing to get a shot on the vigilante. jason falls to the ground, riddled with bullet holes and regrets. batman doesn’t bother to even learn his name.
now, for tim? i really only see one outcome.
tim’s been obsessed with batman and robin for as long as he can remember. robin’s nightwing now, but he and batman still work together. less dynamic duo and more experienced and knowing colleagues, but they’re still together. he follows them for the rest of his life, his childhood dream leaving the barest mark on the rest of his life, but puts away the hopes and dreams of ever meeting them, of them seeing something special in him. then, he turns his focus to what his father wants.
he doesn’t really have much of a choice. his parents have already slated him as the new head of drake industries. and they’ve been grooming him to be the perfect heir ever since he was a kid, forcing him to go to galas and network, form future connections that he calls upon now. he remembered trying to work up the courage to go say hi to bruce wayne. he never once did it, and it’s far too late now: bruce thinks of him as an opponent, an enemy.
he’s worthy of it. there’s a voice in his head that’s kind of hysterical, telling him that he’s worthy of being someone batman treats as a threat. the opposite of what he always wanted, but he’ll take it. he’s cutting and brilliant, exactly what his parents wanted him to be.
he leads drake industries higher and higher until it’s the a competitor on the same scale as wayne enterprises, as lexcorp. at board meetings, bruce looks lazy and bored, but tim always notices the way the other man looks at him with a cold, calculating gaze.
for the rest of his life, he tries to work up the courage to tell bruce wayne that tim knows he’s batman. he tries to work up the courage to say he’s known since he was 9, but he’s only ever kept their secret, sometimes even helping in what small, discreet ways he could. he never does, and he takes the secret to his grave.
anyway yea that’s just my take on it. i wish you good luck with your fic!
#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#robin#red robin#batfam#dc#long post#jason todd headcanon#red hood headcanon#tim drake headcanon#robin headcanon#red robin headcanon#batfam headcanon#dc headcanon
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A Succubus’ Dilemma
Summary: Succubus!Reader is struggling with her identity as she gets closer to Kirishima. She wants to continue being the diligent, strong-willed hero that he praises her for being but the presence of Eijirou Kirishima is making that unbearably difficult. She just can't pretend to be quirkless anymore…
Words: 4.5k
Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut
Warnings: cursing, virginity (but there’s no explicit mention of it), oral (receiving), aphrodisiac, heavy overstimulation, a bit of corruption, kinda dark ending?
Notes: ~Welcome to another steamy piece from your favorite island resort~
This one is pretty straight-forward. I feel like I kicked up the smut on this one. Also, I based the ending off one of the endings of one of my favorite yaoi visual novels :-)
You were lying down on Kirishima’s bed, deeply engrossed in the romantic scene transpiring on your phone’s screen. You had decided to entertain yourself with an episode from your favorite show while your best friend was in the shower.
‘I love you, Jake. But…I just want to wait before we get intimate. I’m just not ready, right now’
‘Of course, Kathrine! I’ll wait however long it takes! You’re so much more to me than a warm body!’
‘You say that…but what if I choose to stay celibate forever?’
‘Then you can live with the confidence that I, Jake Petersmith, have wholeheartedly loved you for the wonderful human that you are!
‘Oh, Jake!
‘Kathrine!’
You were tearing up at the cheesy displays of affection since you were a sucker for all things romantic. You loved how characters seemed to have an undying love for one another. Often, you fantasized about sharing that kind of ethereal love with someone yourself. How it would be to run together through a field of sunflowers, or skip hand-in-hand on the sandy surfaces of the beach, or even make couple pranksters YouTube videos that were so obviously not faked.
But that kind of future won’t happen for you. It can’t. Not in the gross body you were in. Surely you were easy on the eyes, but what lurked inside was a demon that constantly bewitched your thoughts. Making you see people around you as simply meat sticks and sticky caverns to be engorged in.
Simply put, you were a succubus. Or at least had a succubus-like quirk. You never told anyone though, only being known to your parents. You tried so hard to reign in these feelings on a daily basis while pretending to be quirkless. But it was becoming increasingly difficult as you got older and as you hung around the likes of…Kirishima.
Oh Kirishima. He was such a beautiful human on the inside and out. Always praising and encouraging you. Being there for you when it seemed you were at your worst low points, and then being there to pick you up and trophy you around when you succeeded at doing even just the bare minimum. You wished you could return even half the happiness to him that he gave you throughout your days at U.A. You wanted to do all the romantic things you saw in movies and books with him. Kirishima was just such a sunshine in your life and you wanted him to continue warming you for the rest of it.
There was a time where 90% of your thoughts toward him were like this…and then as time went on, they became more savagely. Where all you wanted was for him to sink those sharp teeth in your flesh, ravaging your body with a cock that could probably barely even fit inside you, holding you within those arms- those beautifully muscular arms that glistened provocatively with sweat when he trained. You wanted him. Needed him. Please desire me, Eijirou.
You were about to slip your hands down your underwear when you heard the creak of the door open.
“L/N!! Did you miss me?! I’m back!” Kirishima bursted through the door with that wide grin you loved so much.
Of course, I freaking missed you, Eijirou. You were only gone for 11 minutes, 35 seconds, and 23 milliseconds. But I missed every moment.
You covered up your lust with a chuckle. “You weren’t even gone that long.”
“Aww don’t say that!! I missed you, you know.” He teased at you.
Don’t tempt me, baby
“Haha, whatever, Kiri…” You sat up as Kirishima slumped down on the floor next to his coffee table and pulled out his laptop. “So what are we watching, tonight?”
“Hmm…not sure! What do you wanna watch, L/N?” He turned his head to smile back at you. He was so cute. So gorgeous. And your erotic thoughts seemed to be running rampant right now. Especially at the fact that the two of you would be huddled up alone together for who knows however long a movie marathon is. You had to find a way to quickly rid yourself of these thoughts.
“Mmm, let me look up some! Hold on.” A blatant lie. You were going to google get-dry-quick schemes so you could enjoy the rest of the night safely with Kirishima. It was the least he deserved after training so hard today.
HOW TO NOT BE HORNY??!!1!
You analyzed your search results before clicking on a forum where someone seemed to be going through the same dilemma as you.
‘Hello, my name is [redacted] and I’m horny all the time ☹. I’ve lost so many boyfriends because of it and I truly want to find a husband, but it would be silly of me to expect them to drop everything to please me. How can I stop these feelings?’
Someone just like you! You weren’t alone in this cruel abyss. Perhaps she also had a succubus quirk!
Looking through the answers wasn’t much help for the most part. Most of the replies being trolls who asked where she was so they could “help” her. Even worse were the ones that chastised her for her feelings. Saying she was impure and needed to change her ways.
But your eyes were intrigued at the first comment that seemed to provide some kind of helpful information.
‘You might be a nymphomaniac. Have you tried talking with a professional?’
A nym- what? What was that? You opened another tab.
What is a nympomiac?
Too concerned with research to get the correct spelling, you saw articles for definitions of the auto-corrected word.
Nym∙pho∙ma∙ni∙ac
Noun: a woman with uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire
Gasping at the accuracy you divulged further.
How to not be a nymphomiakc?
A lot of the results for this returned with solutions that were too time-consuming. Prescribed medication, cognitive therapy, and even some evil medieval treatments that involved leeches.
But you needed something now. Why were all these long-winded answers so abundant?! Couldn’t they just give you something to do now? What the fuck would you have to do?? Shove an iceblock your pussy?? Should you go ask Todoroki for a favor??
You were in the middle of texting Todoroki when Kirishima pulled you out of your frenzy.
“You find anything, L/N?”
“Gyahh! What?!” You dropped your phone and looked at Kirishima like you were a deer caught in his headlights.
“Woah, you okay there?! Did I scare you? Maybe horror isn’t a good idea, then.” His worried face could send you to the grave. How could you let him worry about you like this?
“Ohh..no Kiri. I’m fine. We can just watch whatever you want.” You eased your breaths, desperately trying to sound normal.
“You sure?! Awesome! There’s this zombie flick I’ve been meaning to watch but I get kinda scared watching stuff like that alone.” He clicked around happily through some tabs on his browser. “I think if its with someone as courageous as you, I’ll be less scared.”
Was he trying to make you cry? Saying something so beautiful like that with a face like his. Shame on him, honestly.
“I’m gonna play it now, you ready?”
“Mmhm”
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The movie so far was just as you hoped: grotesque, gory, horrifying, and most importantly, non-arousing. It helped that you stayed on the bed while Kirishima sat on the floor, so I guess that was cheating, but nonetheless necessary.
“You doin’ okay up there, L/N?” Kirishima checked up on you. You had probably been suspiciously quiet due to concentrating on waving away any little lewd thoughts.
“Oh yeah, what about you, Kiri?”
“W-Well! I was kinda thinking! That maybe uhh…I could possibly join you up there?” He scratched his head in nervousness at his slighty flirty suggestion.
Oh no
“Up where?”
“On the bed. Y-you know…with you?”
At this point you didn’t really know whether to praise or curse the gods above you. If there was one thing you could be sure to thank them for, it was the dark room that hid the flustering of your facial expression.
“I-Its your bed after all…”
“I know! I guess its just- heheh..nevermind! I’m hopping up!” Kirishima rugged his massive body on the bed next to you. Even taking some of the blanket you had so you’d be forced to share with him, he just softly smiled as he did so.
This was way too much for the hellion within you to handle. You could smell his strong scent from beside you. His breathing more pronounced in your ear drums. And its like you could feel his heartbeat within you. Pulsating inside you…
Things would take a turn for the worse when it seemed like a sweet romantic scene was about to show up. The two main leads were alone in a bunker and one of them had just revealed they were bitten.
“Samuel, Nooo!”
“Lilia! Listen to me! I need you to hear what I have to say.”
“We don’t have time, Samuel! We- We need to get you medicine. We have to! We have-“
“Stop, Lilia! There’s nothing that can save me now! You and I both know what happens from here.”
“Samuel…”
“Lilia… I want you to be the one who does it.”
“I can’t…Samuel..I can’t”
“You have to, Lilia. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”
“Don’t do this, Sam…”
“I love you, Lilia.”
“Oh Samuel! I’ll never be with anyone else! Ever!”
“Lilia…”
The words lingered in your head as the movie continued on.
‘I’ll never be with anyone else’
Was such an option available to you? Even if you did take away the innocence of your love, Kirishima Eijirou, who’s to know how your body would react? The best result would be that your body would finally be satisfied and you’d no longer have these perverse thoughts.
On the other hand, maybe you’d just sink further and further down. Drowning in the suffocating waters of lust. And then what? Kirishima can’t just drop everything to cater to your needs. No. He was going to be hero. An amazing one at that.
But Kirishima wasn’t just a hero, he was your best friend. You felt awful every time he would praise your strong-willed persona. Saying how amazing you were despite being quirkless. He’d even say you were more manly than him at times. It was like you were betraying him. You were betraying that innocent smile he wore for you everyday…you couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Kirishima.”
He looked back at you, surprised at your rare use of his name. Sensing something was wrong he paused the movie and turned his entire body to face yours.
“L/N, what’s wrong”
You were doing it again. Making him worry over you. But you couldn’t keep holding in this secret. You needed to tell him.
“I have to ask you something…”
“Please ask! I’m listening with all ears, L/N” He perked up at you. He looked just like a puppy, waiting for your every move like that.
“What do you think about…impulsive people?”
“Huh? Impulsive people?” He scratched his head at the question. “Well…I guess they’re entertaining to watch? Kind of like Bakugou. But I suppose being too impulsive is bad. You could get yourself or others in danger.”
Your head lowered at his statement, eyes closing shut. Of course he would say something like that. It’s only natural for humans to be mindful of their indulgences. They had to. It’s a part of social conformity after all.
Yet still, it hurt.
He noticed your displeasure in his answer.
“What’s wrong, L/N? Why did you ask that? You’re not impulsive at all!” He was trying to cheer you up, but it only dug the knife further into your chest. “You’re one of the most dignified, tough, and resilient people I know!”
Tears were starting to form in your eyes and before you could object him he continued.
“A-and that’s why…That’s why I love you, F/N. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
As much as you wanted to pull him close to you and pamper him with kisses, you needed to come clean. You shot up from the bed, your back faced towards him and your handing closing into a clenched fist.
“That can’t happen, Kirishima! It won’t work!”
Kirishima followed you by jumping up from the bed, grabbing you by the arms to get you to face him. “Why, F/N?! Why can’t it happen? Is there something wrong with me?! Please just tell me!”
“Nooo…nooo there’s nothing wrong with you, Kiri..” The waterworks flowed from your eyes and violent sobs escaped from you. You slumped down on your knees in sorrow. Kirishima joined you on the floor and tried to pull you into him, but you’d jerk your body away. “You know nothing about me, Kirishima…I’ve- I’ve lied to you.”
“What do you mean, F/N? What did you lie about? I’m sure its not that bad!”
“I’m not quirkless, Kiri…” A couple more sobs came out of you. “I-I’m a demon…a succubus. A filthy succubus! Just a filthy disgusting succubus!!”
Not being able to stand your self-hatred, he grabbed you by the jaw to force you to look at him. His blazingly crimson eyes met your beautifully wet e/c ones. “Stop that, F/N! You’re not disgusting! Or filthy! You could never be those things!”.
You gripped his wrist and pulled it harshly away from you. “What would you know?! You don’t know the things I deal with inside this wicked head of mine! I encompass the most obscene thoughts about people! About you! Every morning I think about how I’m going to seduce you and get you to desire me just as much as I do! Every training session I look at that beautifully sculpted body of yours and I mentally defile it! Thinking of you as nothing more than a walking, breathing dildo! I see you when you’re smiling with your friends and all I want to do is just steal you away make you mine forever! And every night, I cry at the lack of pleasure I’m getting. The lack of warmth that I only want YOU to give to me. The lack of feeling your hot, meaty cock inside me! It drives me insane, Eijirou! I hate having these thoughts! I hate them! I hate them! I ha-hmmph!”
Kirishima had suddenly kissed you, and you had returned it by ravaging your tongue around his. You didn’t care about the cuts you might receive from his teeth grazing against your delicate flesh. You could only be swallowed by the pleasures overtaking your mouth. You drowned in each other, but only briefly before you had placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away from you.
“What are you doing?! Didn’t you just hear what I said?” You struggled to catch your breath as you wiped away the remnants of his saliva from your face.
“Why didn’t you tell me this, F/N? Did you…did you not trust me? Did you not think of me as manly enough to handle this?” His hands gripped tightly at your shoulders, craving a reply from you.
“You know that’s not true, Kiri. You’re the best person to ever come into my life, and that’s why I had to withhold this secret from you. I didn’t want you to abandon me.”
“I could never aban-“
“But I also didn’t want you to get wrapped up in me. I want you to continue your goals of becoming a hero, Eijirou. Who knows what sanity you’ll be sacrificing by being with me. It’s not a chance I’m willing to take.”
“That isn’t your call to make.” Kirishima’s uncharacteristically cold reply created an atmosphere that overwhelmed you.
“What do you mean? Hiding my quirk was the best decision.”
“Did you really think about me?” Kirishima’s hands glided from your shoulders to your upper arms, still holding a tight grip. “Did you think about how I’d feel if I knew you were holding yourself back like that? What if you’re killing yourself and you don’t know it? I’m supposed to be a hero, F/N. Your hero.”
Before you could reply he had stood up and lifted you back on the bed. He layed you down and positioned himself between your legs, squeezing at your thighs. They were so soft, so delicate. All of you was soft and delicate. And nothing you had told him tonight would change the way he felt about you. There was nothing you could say or do to change his feelings for you. Nothing.
You tried to pry his hands away from the meat of your thighs, but you were admittedly weak from his confession and the thick, encompassing atmosphere that was Kirishima’s presence around you. “Kiri-“
“Eijirou. Call me Eijiirou.”
“…Eijirou. We can’t do this. It’s dangerous…”
“It’s dangerous if I do, its dangerous if you don’t. But I’m telling you right now, F/N, I’m not letting you continue to do this to yourself. Knowing that you’re hurting like this and not being able to do anything? Not doing anything to help the one I love? What kind of hero would I be?...What kind of man would I be?”
Kirishima then leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. You tried to move your head away but he took one of his hands against your jaw to hold you in place. It felt so good. So fucking good. His lips, his tongue, his rough hands. You teared up just at the pleasure of it all.
He then took his other hand to lift up your shirt, revealing your bra that contained the softest bust that any man could ever lay his hand upon. And right now that man was him. And he’d make sure it’d always be him.
Letting go of your lips, he roughly caressed your breasts before completely pulling your shirt over your head. Faint thoughts of resistance would slip away as you lost yourself in the pleasure you’d been craving for so long.
Struggling to get your bra off, Kirishima impatiently ripped it himself, using a bit of his quirk in the process.
“Eiji…”
“Sshh, baby. I’m gonna take care of you so well.” He slipped off your shorts along with your underwear and threw them unmindfully on the floor. Gripping the flesh below your inner knee, he spread your legs wide enough to slightly sting.
Your pussy was overflowing with juices for him and he barely even touched you yet. He took a moment to relish in the view, taking in deep breaths to smell your intoxicating aroma. He was inexperienced at sex but he knew this erotic perfume you were exuding could only have been the work of your succubus traits. He leaned down to give an experimental lick, his tongue curling to make sure he could gather as much of your juices as he could. He let your flavor sit in his mouth as if trying to enjoy the last sip of water on a mission in the desert.
His lewd behaviors made an unbearable heat rise to your face and you cowered behind your hands. Irritated, Kirishima jerked your hands away and looked at you as if you just insulted his entire lineage.
“Don’t you dare cover up that beautiful face of yours.” He leaned his head back down, this time capturing all the folds of your pussy in his mouth. “I want to see every expression you make. Hear every seductive sound that leaves that your throat.” The vibrations of his voice on your pussy drove you crazy. The rapid moving of his tongue against your clit was immediately sending you to a heavenly dimension.
“Ohh Eiji…Eiji I’m gonna cum…”
“Cum for me, baby. I want it.”
Your orgasm was so intense you could’ve passed out, but you couldn’t. Not with Eijirou still licking all over your clit like that.
“Oh my god, Eiji! Eijiii” Your hands gripped at his spiky hair, tugging tightly trying to get him to have mercy on your sensitive bud. “F-ffuckk! I can’t, Eiji, I can’t!”
Still not letting up, he continued to overstimulate you with his relentless tongue. “I’m sorry, F/N.” He slurped up your juices before working his tongue again. “You taste so fucking good. Like the freshest fruit from a garden.” He rotated between drinking up your fluids and licking vigorously at your clit. “I can’t stop, baby. I need more. Just cum again, okay?”
And cum, you would. A second orgasm was on the horizon and the overstimulation of it was making you shed tears. “Eiji…I’m gonna cum again. Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum againnn- Hnngh!!“. Intense waves of pleasure rode over you. However, Kirishima was still lapping up at your folds. “Eijirouuuu!!!”. Your moans became more high-pitched and erratic as you were overstimulated now for the second time.
“Just one more time, baby. I promise”. “I swear I just-“ Slurp. “Never tasted-“ Slurrp. “Anything so fucking good before.”
You were left with no choice but to cave into your third orgasm and Kirishima seemed to show no mercy for you. “Fucckkk.” You sniffled through your sobs as your next high came quicker than the previous ones. Finally Kirishima had lifted his head from between your lips. He had the most animalistic and erotic face you could have ever dreamed of seeing.
“Damn, that was so good. You did so well for me, baby.” Kirishima gleamed with the shine that was your juices. He leaned down to entwine his tongue with yours. You could taste yourself on him and it made you delirious. You had just cum three times, but you wanted more. You needed more.
Kirishima felt the same way as you as he backed up to give himself space to take his shorts off. Cock now springing free, you could see the beast of a rod he had and it made your mouth water. You whined at just the thought of the pleasure you were about to become entranced by. He lined himself up at your sopping entrance, but before he could slip in, you lightly pressed on his chest to get his attention.
“Are you sure, Eijirou? You can stop right now if want. I won’t be mad at you at all. You’ve already done so much for me, tonight.”
His cheeks faded into a deep pink as he moved your hands to be at his shoulders.
“I want you, F/N”. He stuck the tip of his cock in you, grunting at the tightness of your entrance. “I fucking want you.”
You let out a guttural moan as he slowly stretched your pussy to fit his cock. You finally felt it. The warmth you’d been craving deep inside. The stingingly sweet pain of his cock stretching out your drenched pussy. You could die right now. Right here in the arms of the man you loved. And your ghost would be perfectly okay with it. But your flesh craved even more. You needed him to reach the deepest parts of you. You needed him to destroy your greedy pussy.
“Fuck me, Eijirou. I want you to fuck me like the greedy slut that I am!” You looked directly into his dazed eyes, whining at him to give you what you wanted. “Please, I want you so bad. Mark this pussy with that cock of yours. Make me unable to think about anyone else like this. C’mon, give it to me! ”
Too aroused by your begging, he silently obliged. Sinking the entirety of his cock inside you, he twitched at your pulsating walls. It was like your pussy was a breathing organ, sucking him in and tightening around him so he could never leave. And he wasn’t going to. He’d stay like this forever with you.
Not giving you time to get used to his size, Kirishima started thrusting brutally against your hips. You let out the sweetest moans as you littered his back with scratches. His thrusts becoming smoother and smoother as your pussy got used to him. His cock ferociously grazed against your g-spot as the tip teasingly nibbed at your cervix. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain, you felt your now fourth orgasm approaching. You let go of his shoulders to lay your head back deep in the cushions of his pillows.
“Eijirou, you’re gonna make me cum again! You’re gonna make me cum all over your cock-!”
“Oh fuck- me too, F/N”. The rhythm of his thrusts became more faltered as your walls inhumanely squeezed the life out of him. He looked at your cock-drunk face, pleased with his performance. “Where do you want it, baby?”
You raised your head to reestablish eye contact with him. “I want it inside! Cum inside me! I need your cum so bad, need to feel it in my-Hmmnghh!!” Your orgasm overtook your speaking as you groaned hysterically.
Kirishima not far behind you, quickened his pace to chase his own high. “Shit, F/N! I’m gonna cum inside you! Fucking take all of it, baby! Don’t let any seep out, okay?”
You moaned at the hotness of his seed spurting inside. It was so deep inside you and you wondered if it was either easier or more difficult to get pregnant as a succubus. Either way you wanted more and your walls clenched once again against Kirishima’s cock.
He grunted before leaning down to bury his face in your neck, once again starting to thrust inside you. He was overstimulated but your pussy was driving him crazy. Perhaps your juices were an aphrodisiac, making anyone a slave to the area between your thighs. He kissed along your jaw and brought his hand up against your throat. He didn’t squeeze tight, just enough to get your attention.
He rose his head up to get a good look at your face. You looked liked a corrupted angel beneath him. He couldn’t believe you withholded him from these pleasures for so long. Were you just gonna go fuck other guys? You were going to let other men taste what has been his all along? He needed to hear you say you belonged to him. He’d give up anything to hear your sweet voice tell him everything from your insides and out belonged to him.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby?”
You replied with no hesitation, willing to say and do anything to milk more of his cum inside you.
“You, Eijirou! I belong to you! My flesh, my womb, my guts! Everything belongs to you Eijirou!” You felt another orgasm filling up in your stomach. “Please don’t ever leave me, Eiji. I want you with me forever. “
Of course, this was something he had no qualms about doing. He was ready. He’d give up school, his goals, his life to please you at every waking moment. He’d keep you pumped full of his cum so you’d never think about anyone else. You wouldn’t even remember what it was like to live like you weren’t a succubus. You’d be happy like this. With him.
Because he was your hero.
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Ok so, this has been bugging me for a while
Now, I know a lot of the fandom sees Bubba and Thomas as big plus size guys. And don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being plus size. I myself have been plus size and fat since I was about 14.
However, a lot of people, the way they talk about these two makes them sound obese.
And that really... rubs me the wrong way?
I’ll put it under a read more since this is getting long.
So, lets look at it the way I see it. I look at Bubba both in movie and in DBD model, and I see an average body typed man. Maybe just a bit thicker around the middle than average but by no means Fat. He has some fat to him, most at his middle. But for the most part? Bubba is basically all meaty muscley heft. He’s thick like a strongman is thick. Which is why he is so strong. Why he can run with a chainsaw. Why he can haul people up onto his shoulders easily.
He’s not capital F fat. And the reason it upsets me to see him be called fat isn’t because being fat is bad(it’s not, fat is good for your body), it’s that he’s very obviously Not Fat in the way most people talk about him as. And I can’t help but think ‘So... that’s what you consider Fat? What am I then? Oh My God Obese?’ because if someone who has the shape and outline of Bubba being considered Chunky Fat, it’s... disheartening? Like, he’s not overweight by any means even?
Look, this is the original Leatherface. This is the original Bubba. He has a bit of a tummy, but I would not call him fat. As someone who is fat, I look at him and I see average male body.
This is Bubba in DBD and here, yes, he has a bit of fat right at the lower part of his abdomen, but he still isn’t fat. He has big beefy arms, wide shoulders, some hips, and that bit of tummy. But he just isn’t Fat. I’d venture that this version of Bubba is the chubbiest, but even then he isn’t particularly chubby. And he’s also pretty tall here. His weight is distributed rather evenly. He is proportionate.
And the same thing is done to Thomas who is even LESS fat than Bubba. He carries his ‘weight’ very well and it’s basically all muscle. The person who played Thomas was a wrestler, like? He was physically fit. He wasn’t chunky. He wasn’t fat.
And yet people talk about how Thomas would be insecure about his ‘pudge’ and the only thing I can think of is ‘what pudge?’
Thomas is Thicc but with muscle, not fat.
Look at him, that isn’t fat. He has a thick waist, which so many wrongly conflate with being fat. But no, he’s muscle. He’s strong. He isn’t fat. He’s got a barrel chest. He’s Big in a way that isn’t fat. He’s Big in a way that is spooky because it speaks strength, and we all know what he’s capable of.
And all of this just smacks of fatphobia. Because if someone like Thomas or Bubba is considered chunky fat, anyone who is Actually Fat is going to get alienated. Because the people who are doing this are doing it in an ‘uwu soft fat boi, protect him’ and like, if they were fat, that’s still gross?
Do not get me wrong, if you wanna headcanon them as being bigger, and you draw them bigger, that’s okay! But the stuff I’m talking about is these skinny people looking at someone who’s just physically bigger than them and just auto assuming that they’re fat just because they are physically bigger. And it’s gross. And damaging.
This has bugged me for so long, from the moment I stepped into this fandom.
It happens mid game too when I play Dead by Daylight and there’s a Bubba as the killer and people I either watch or am playing with will say ‘Oh, there’s the fat bastard’. Like, this is a problem. Bubba isn’t fat, none of the killers in DBD are fat. I’ve heard people call Trapper fat and he’s not? He’s built like a fucking tree. But it isn’t fat.
Just because a person physically takes up more space than you doesn’t make them fat.
Fat isn’t bad! I have a feeling a lot of this stems from people wanting to seem ~inclusive~ or woke or w/e, but they don’t actually want to respect fat people. They want to find the max size of a person they’re comfortable with existing and then label that fat, because to them, that is as fat as someone can be and still be tolerable.
I look at myself in the mirror and then look at how Bubba looks like even with all his clothes on, and I’m fatter. By a lot. I’m also afab so my fat sits differently, but still. I have a marked difference in body fat than Bubba. I’m Fat. And I can still lift people. I used to be a firefighter. I used to be captain of my volleyball team. I used to swim miles every day when I still lived close to the ocean. And even then, I was still fat.
I look at that, and think about those things, and I can only wonder and fear what the people who go ‘uwu soft chubby Bubba’ would say about me.
Words that have been thrown at me before come to mind, and I can only guess that they’d be similar.
It’s upsetting to think that people look at the actual model for Bubba in game and point and call him fat(derogatory). Because... he isn’t. And some of these people used to be my friends, until I just quietly shunted them from my life, because I don’t want that toxicity in my life. I don’t need them to find out I’m even bigger and turn around and call me the fat bastard.
I’ve had enough of that in my life already. I’ve been anywhere from just a little chubby to full on fat ever since I was a teen. I know how it feels to have your weight be the point of criticism/bullying/butt of jokes. It’s not good.
And all of this makes me really hesitant to even think about writing and posting stuff for Thomas and Bubba and really any of the other slashers who the fandom have deemed to be fat. Because I don’t see any of the slashers as fat in the slightest.
Because I won’t write them fat. I won’t write them having love handles to pinch like so many writers like to give Bubba. I won’t write them having a double chin. Because they don’t. And for me, the art I do, it’s all written. I can’t draw them, I can’t do them justice like that and be like ‘Here’s a comforting headcanon of them being actually chubby that makes me feel closer to them.’
I don’t trust the fandom to know I mean Actual Fat if I wrote those things. I don’t trust fandom to just read those things and think I believe Source Material is that.
And the whole thing that makes this worse? A lot of slashers were bullied when they were young, something a good majority of fat people understand and went through themselves. Something I went through. And I felt a kinship with slashers and fell in love with so many of them because I Get It. I have empathy for what they went through. While the things we faced weren’t the same, we still face ridicule for something we couldn’t change.
And before anyone goes and says ‘it’s not that deep’, I want everyone to think about why most people gravitate towards the slasher fandom. It’s usually out of that idea of ‘Society has cast you aside, it’s also cast me aside for whatever reason, so lets stick together’.
When you’re othered, you tend to lean more towards people that were othered as well.
When your own society has made you feel like you don’t belong, seeing someone else being cast out as well makes you more likely to bond to them. My very first slasher I fell for was Jason Voorhees. And it was real obvious why for me. I was a young little kid who had the nerdiest interests, and wore glasses, and was a bit chubby in the face even if I was thin everywhere else, and I was also the only not white kid in my area. And I had asthma? I was easy game. I got made fun of relentlessly, just like Jason did.
Kids physically hurt me as well. And when I first watched Friday the 13th, the connection I felt to him? That feeling? It was instant. I understood him, and my heart ached for him, because I KNOW how bad it hurts.
And I fell for Thomas, and Bubba, and Michael. And so many others. All because there was that connection. That moment of seeing just a sliver of my own pain in them.
And I’d venture a guess that that’s on par for why a lot of the people in the slasher fandom are even in the slasher fandom.
So why is there so much of this fatphobia? Why is there so many people who act like their original bodies are fat when they’re not? Why are we being othered in the one place we really shouldn’t be?
If you see this happening, say something. Point it out and say ‘that isn’t fat, why do you think that’s fat?’ This whole ‘body positivity’ movement is garbage and the roots of it are just so gross. ‘Don’t worry, you’re still sexy even if you’re fat’ like no. We don’t want body positivity, we want to stop being ridiculed for our bodies. It’s as simple as that. It’s literally just about wanting to be treated as humans with respect.
So please, be mindful of what you say. Hold yourself accountable for the impact you have with your words.
#Thomas Brown Hewitt#Bubba Sawyer#Leatherface#talking about fatphobia in the fandom#abuse tw#I'm just real tired of feeling like I wouldn't be accepted if people in the fandom saw me because of how they act about these two#It really is that deep#I can only imagine how other fat people in the fandom are feeling about this#And I know there are other fat people in the fandom because the amount of times I've seen requests about plus size readers#And my heart goes out to them because god I know how it feels to want to be accepted despite our weight#Maybe be accepted Because of our weight? That some slasher would Prefer us over our thin counterparts?#That would be nice and I know someday I will write something for it but with a slasher who can actually talk#Or maybe with Thomas but go with the headcanon that he has his lil notepad#I love that headcanon for him and I also feel like he'd probably prefer a thicker significant other#I want it to be 'I chose you because of how you treated me but you're also the most beautiful and attractive person I've ever seen'#I know this is a long post and a long rant even in the tags but god I'm tired of seeing it and I hate that I'm not comfy writing for them#I would venture that Thomas is my most loved slasher so me feeling uncomfy for writing for him makes me so sad#I'm tired and kind of angry and just so over this attitude everyone has#I face it enough in the real world please fuck off with that musty ass thought process in fandom
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Younger Me
Dean Winchester x Reader
Rundown- Dean has feelings for you. But won’t own up to them because of an age gap, so he decides to give you a hint in a different way. Telling you how much younger him would’ve liked you.
Warnings- Age gap, suggestive language, Dean not knowing how to own up to his feelings
Word Count- 1324
NFA- This was supposed to be like 400 words, short and cute, BUT i got taken away so um just be careful and don’t hate me! lol.
“Younger me would’ve liked you.” Dean says as he sips his beer while glancing at the laptop in front of him. I stopped my research on the new case Sam told me to look into. Looking up to Dean he acts as if he didn’t say anything, eyes plastered on his bottle.
“What did you just say?” Dean just looks at me with a blank look before responding.
“I just said that younger me would’ve liked you.” Dean shrugs his shoulders as if he just said the most basic thing.
I place my hand over my heart in a mocking way, “Wow man, and I thought you actually liked me now. Shit’s crazy.” Dean’s eyes slightly widen and he puts his bottle on the table and gives me his full attention.
“No that’s not what I meant Y/n. What I mean is that well I like you now you know. You’re my friend. But, um,” He pauses and scratches his neck, something I’ve noticed he does when he’s nervous, “well just that younger me would’ve, really liked you.” He explains with an emphasis on really.
“Wait what do you mean,” I stop and the confused look on my face turns to a smirk, “ohhhhh. Younger you would’ve liked me, liked me.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I look to Dean with a slight glare. He just shrugs his shoulders before taking a long sip of his beer.
“Oh you know, because you are so close in age or whatever.” He says with a slight edge to his voice and looks at me with a strange look in his eyes, but in which quickly disappears.
“Dean you ass! I’m a grown woman! An adult! Just because you’re an old man, doesn’t mean I’m a child.” A hurt look crosses Dean’s face and he mutters something about him not being that old.
Deciding to play with him I continue with the discussion. “So why exactly would a younger you absolutely love me?” Dean rolls his eyes and goes back to drinking his beer. And I take the bottle away from him much against his will.
“Tell me Deany. You started this idea. Now I want to know. Why. Would. You. Love me?” Dean subtly bites his bottom lip in thought and I have to stop the blush from coming to my face.
“Fine ok. Well,” He stops talking and stands up from his chair and walks over to my side of the table stopping right beside me, towering over me. His eyes never leave mine.
“Younger me, was a dog so if you don’t want me to go further tell me.” A slight gruff to his voice as his eyes darken. My breath practically catches in my throat at his stare and all I do is nod for him to continue.
I’d hoped that he wouldn’t notice my reaction but telling from the smirk on his lips, my luck has run out. His eyes rake over my body as they stop at my legs.
“Stand up.” He looks up at me expectly. I feel as if I’m on auto-pilot as I stand at his command.
“Good-girl.” Oh good lord.
“Well first he’d notice your legs. I mean what man wouldn’t. He’d see you and his eyes would instantly go to those god damn legs. Not just the way they lead up to that perky ass, but the way they hold you. He’d notice the way they help you carry yourself. You have purpose with your walk. And fuck Y/n, it makes his breath stop everytime he’d see you.”
Dean looks at me and I don’t even want to know how I look because I can tell I look hella flustered right now.
“He’d then notice your other assets. But, He may have been a dog but he does have manners. He wouldn’t spend too much time looking at them. But he still is a young guy and you’re well you. So he’d find himself lost up in you sometimes.” His eyes roam my body and land on my hair. He slowly moves closer, his eyes scanning my body as if to access my body language. When he notices my shoulder relax he comes closer and brings a hand to my hair.
“He’d lose his mind with your hair. He’d dream about running his hands through it. Imagine the way just enough pressure would cause you,” He stops mid sentence and lets out a low breath, “as I was saying. He’d love the color, he’d think God himself had picked out the color to match you. He’d imagine that one day your children would share that color.” I bring in a deep breath as he brings his hand to my face. Him no doubting being able to feel the warmth from my cheeks on his palm.
“He’d stop at your face. He’d just stand there and admire your features the whole day if he could.” He stops as a small smile graces his lips and his eyes show almost a loving look.
“He’d grace his hands on your cheeks all day if he could, he’d just want to be able to memorize every feature, just in case he ever lost you. He’d want to lose himself in your eyes as well if he could. And god does he. They’d haunt his dreams from the moment you met.” His gaze drips down to my lips next and his thumb comes to graze over my bottom lip.
“He’d love your lips, not because of the way they'd feel on him but the way they’d move when you smiled or laughed. And oh god y/n. He’d feel as if he’d died and gone to heaven every time he heard your laugh. It’d be his biggest reason to get up in the morning. With just the hope that he’d be able to hear you. Or if he could just get you to smile, he’d be able to die a happy man if that was his last sight.”
He stops talking and leans away from me and looks down at his hands in disgust. I flinch back at his change in demeanor and go to ask what’s wrong but he starts talking again.
“He’d love you Y/n. And he’d hate himself for it. He’d hate himself because he would always try to make himself a better man because everyone knows you deserve more. He’d know that you deserved someone who could make you laugh everyday, because he’d know how much you love to laugh. He’d try his hardest to show emotions because as much as he knows that you hate love, he secretly knows you love it more.”
He bends down and looks at me with a sad look on his face and brings his hand back up to my face.
“And Y/n he’d know he’d never be good enough for you because no could ever be enough for you. Because you deserve everything that the world can possibly give to you. The way you light up the room when you walk in, or the way you make me feel as if I don’t need to hate myself for my past.” He stops when he notices his mistake in words. But I don’t even notice because I’m still processing everything he’s telling me. Dean looks away from me and says with a low breath, “But he’d still love you with everything he will ever have.” I go to lean into him. Trying to catch his hands in mine but he leans back and stands up.
He dusts invisible dirt off his shirt and a stoic look crosses his face. And he looks back down at me. The loving look which was once on his face now long gone.
“But that would be younger me. Not me now.” And he stands and walks away. Him knowing that is what he needed to do.
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