#god fucking dammit i knew this shit would happen
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Lovejoy tickets website broke immediately and then sold out by the time it worked for me
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good for you | rafe cameron x baddie!reader
“hold up, take a minute, love”
you liked dressing up, especially to go out. there was something so therapeutic about getting all dolled up to go to the club. a night out off the mainland with rafe and your shared friends, was the perfect excuse to try on your new pink lacy dress your boyfriend bought you. “how does it look?”
“as good as it did when you first tried it on,” rafe muttered from his position on your bed. he looked up from the text message he had just sent topper. his eyes were now glued to how fat your ass looked from the back. you were kneeling down, putting on your heels, and he had a perfect view of your bare pussy. “god fuckin’ dammit,” he groaned, tossing his phone off to the side.
you looked up at him, head tilted to the side as you giggled. “what is it, daddy?” you knew exactly what was happening.
“get your ass over here.”
the way you ran over to him would’ve been embarrassing to others but he loved your eagerness when it came to getting fucked.
“but the way you touching on me in the club, rubbing on my miniature”
everyone painted you as this innocent, bubbly, classy girl who would never speak out of turn. however—with your ass pressed against rafe’s dick as you slowly dipped forward and began shaking it to the beat of the song—they knew you were no angel. not when it came to rafe.
“jackpot, hit the jackpot”
topper couldn’t stop staring at you as you walked past. he would try to cover it but glancing around the room when rafe caught him, but he knew. if it was any other guy who took it too far, he would’ve had a bottle smashed against the side of their head.
yeah, rafe didn’t give a shit what you were because he was always strapped.
yes, it did make him jealous to see all the hungry, lustful gazes that would come your way. but at the end of the day, he knew that you knew who you belonged to. and he dared anyone to try him.
besides, if anyone looked closely enough, they would see the stain he left on your dress.
“you look good, girl. you know you did good, don’t you?”
“i’m glad you came, daddy,” you whispered in his ear as you two went off to get drinks from the bar. a corona for him and a malibu sunrise for you, of course. tonight was a rare night he let you have more drinks than your limit allowed. probably because you let him fuck you raw right before getting into the Uber full of your friends.
“I bet you are,” you didn’t catch on to his joke at first. you were giggling about it later as you rolled around your bed, drunk and high off adrenaline from a good night.
“you look good, girl. I bet it feel good, don’t it?”
rafe had just exited the bathroom when he noticed you were sat up, legs spread wide to show him your dripping pussy. he smirked, knowing you were ready for round two. he began unbuttoning his shirt when he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you closer to his body.
“come show me who you belong to.”
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Take Me With You [Buggy x Reader]
warnings: fem reader, oc insert, reader is around the same age as the straw hats, mentioned age gap, Buggy being kind of a perv, short drabble
a/n: Reader running off with Buggy is starting to live in my mind rent free. Also urrrgggg Buggy is so Salvatore Ultraviolence Born To Die coded
part 2
“Sorry kiddos, I would love to stay and make things right, but it’s time to exit stage left.” Buggy said as soon as he got his body back, and ran off away from all of the conflict.. what was he gonna do now dammit? I mean it wouldn’t be long before his crew found him, it shouldn’t be that long right? He was sure they weren’t all a bunch of idiots—
“Buggy! Wait!!” He heard a voice call out from behind him, he paused and turned around, seeing Y/n there. He smiled sweetly at her, “Oh, hey hot stuff.” He grinned at her, “Listen.. it’s not you, it’s me, I really gotta-”
“-Take me with you.” Y/n said, slowly stepping closer to Buggy, looking at him with sadness in her eyes— oh shit. Maybe Buggy went a bit overboard with the sweet talk with this girl.. she was the only one that was gentle with his head, he wanted to stay on her good side but he never imagined that she would actually FALL for him. Why? Buggy took a few seconds to process what she said, “Huh?” He croaked out.
“Please take me with you!!” She said again.
Buggy’s mouth was slightly agape, he then sighed and stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulders before eying her up, “Listen, baby, as much as I appreciate you for taking care of my head.. I think I’m a bit too old for you.”
Y/n furrowed her brows, then looked down at the ground, “I.. I don’t care.” She whispered. Buggy’s jaw clenched, he just couldn’t.. leave her. He had to admit she was cute, and when she had held his head close to her tits it felt like heaven.. he looked up and sighed heavily, “C’mon baby.. don’t-..” he sighed again, “Stop acting like that, stop it.” She was acting so sad.. the thought of how sad and lonely Y/n would be if he left her here was starting to creep into his mind, and it was making him feel like an asshole.
“What about your friends huh?” Buggy tried to reason with her, “And.. trust me you wouldn’t like it on my crew, you’re way too hot for that.” He moved his hands down to her arms.
“I only knew them for like.. a few days, I can’t really call them my friends.” Y/n mumbled, looking up at Buggy through her eyelashes.
Puppy dog eyes?! C’mon, she’s fucking killing me! Buggy sighed, “Well you don’t even know me at all!” He growled.
“Then let me get to know you! Please! Please take me with you..! I know I’d feel safer around you!” Y/n stepped closer to him, Buggy could see his ship in the horizon, thank god.
Why him of all people?! Safe?! He literally tried to kill the people she was with, AND her. He was confused, but he didn’t really have much time to think this through.
Buggy put his hands on Y/n’s waist and looked down at her, should he really do this? He exhaled, “Ok. Fine.” He grabbed her forearm and started heading for the shore, dragging her along with him, “It took those fuckers way too long to find me.” He grumbled under his breath.
Y/n felt her heart fluttering, he’s actually taking me with him!! She couldn’t believe this was happening.. the way he was holding her, the way he looked at her, she was swooning so hard..
She caught up with him, walking by his side.
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy x reader#buggy the clown#buggy the clown x reader#one piece live action#opla#opla buggy#one piece x reader#buggy x y/n#buggy x you#one piece x y/n
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disk 2.0
part one is here!
pairing: bf!bang chan x fem reader x perv!changbin
word count: 3.0k (my longest fic this far AGhhh)
synopsis: changbin knows he should return what he wrongfully stole but he can't help but want to steal another one of chris' cds..
rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, swearing, usage of the word "cockslut", "daddy", "babygirl", "good girl", "princess", "sweetie", mentions of masturbating, some fingering (f receiving), mentions of alcohol and consumption (they just crack open a cold one), little bit of oral (f & m receiving), breeding, chan is sharing his gf with changbin, filming/usage of a camera, voyeurism/exhibitionism dynamics, cuckolding lowkey??, degradation, humiliation, shame.. i think that's it but idk man they be fuckin!
put the cd back.
simple.
that's all changbin had to do.
put the cd back and act like nothing ever happened, like he didn't watch chris fuck the shit out of his girlfriend.
like he didn't see her puffy cunt ooze with his cum, like he didn't hear the pretty moans she let out for her "daddy", like he didn't see chris bring his heavy hand to her ass cheek, marking her so prettily as he pumped into her from behind with his thick cock.
chris would never know a thing, would never even notice the cd was gone in the first place, changbin was going to toss it back where he found it and take this little secret with him to the grave.
it seemed so easy.
it almost made changbin giggle how fucking effortless it was going to be.
absolutely fool-proof.
he was getting away with such a sneaky little deed, if it was this easy, why didn't he just take another? channie had so many.. he had probably forgotten about them anyways.. they were thrown in a box so carelessly, for god's sake. it wouldn't hurt to just take another..
he had to control the twitching in his cock as he walked into chris' apartment, disk buried in the pouch of his hoodie as he greeted his friend.
he welcomed him in so casually and changbin couldn't help but stiffen in his pants, tugging his hoodie down discreetly to hide his growing erection.
however, as he carried a conversation with his friend, he felt ashamed, guilt washing over him at all the dirty things he had thought about chris and his girlfriend. he knew he shouldn't take another cd, he should leave them as is and never pull that stunt again but he was far too gone, wasn't he?
if he was going to be a pervert, might as well commit to it, right? he already had his mind set on taking another one, had already imagined what could possibly be on another video and he would be incredibly disappointed if he backed out last minute like a wimp.
so as they started moving the last couple of boxes, changbin was bubbling with excitement knowing he would soon have the opportunity to nab another cd as soon as chris would turn away and give him a second alone.
a second was all he needed.
he wasn't going to be picky, any of the cds from chris' collection would make changbin a very, very happy man.
he would be content with whatever he could get, anything would do.
when chris tells him he's going to the bathroom real quick, changbin has to act like he's not fucking elated, like he almost didn't jump up and cheer.
he had to be cool.
had to be quick.
discreet.
sneaky.
he waited until chris was out of sight and quickly started looking for the box, however much to his dismay, it was no longer among the other boxes.
it was gone.
chris had probably packed it up already on his own, maybe it was in the truck, maybe he had given them over to his girlfriend?
changbin felt like he could collapse.
his excitement fizzling down to disappointment and frustration.
at least he could keep and rewatch the one he already had but he was just so greedy, he wanted to be nosey and see what else chris was hiding.
dammit. he thought angrily, he was so close, fingertips grazing his sweet little prize only to have it ripped from his hands.
he could cry.
he tried pretending like everything was alright once chris was back, helping him continue to load up the truck and carry all his music equipment safely.
a smile on his face as he chatted with chris while he was internally screaming, wishing chan had left the box out again like he previously had.
"bin, you should come over once i settle in to check out the new place yeah? i'll cook, i know you won't turn that down." chris giggles
changbin smiled and nodded "of course man, i'd love to come over."
"perfect, next friday yeah? it'll motivate me to actually unpack and get shit organized for a guest."
"sounds good, i'll be there."
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but what changbin hadn't expected when he came over that friday was for chris to have company.
his pretty girlfriend sitting on the couch with a smile.
you greeted him and gestured for him to sit down.
"welcome! how are you? i haven't seen you since that trip we all took over the summer."
changbin tried pushing down any thoughts he was having about you, how pretty you sound talking to him, how much prettier you would sound gagging on some cock.
his cock, preferably.
but you were chris' girlfriend so that would be off limits.
you kept a steady conversation with him as chris came back out from the kitchen, smiling and handing changbin a beer.
"how's the place? you like it? she helped me clean up nicely, got rid of all that dust and shit" he sat next to you, arm around you as he sipped his own beer.
"yeah the place looks great, chris. congrats." changbin smiled at his friend.
"hope you're hungry, we made some delicious pasta from scratch."
"we?" you spoke up and giggled
chan just laughed, knowing he tried to help but just made a mess so instead you had him wash dishes.
"dinner should be ready in about an hour. i prepared dessert too" you spoke up
"oh thank you, i knew chan wasn't going to be the one fixing us a meal" changbin joked.
"he's getting better, no more burnt chicken. just needs to clean up after himself and be more careful"
chris just smiled and kissed your forehead softly, he loved you so much. you made him incredibly happy and he loved showing his affection towards you openly, especially around other people.
changbin was no exception.
"baby why don't we put on a movie or something while we wait?"
"oh, sure!" you wiggled out of his grip and walked over to the tv, grabbing the remote to turn it on
"i think you'll like this movie bin, not sure if you've seen it yet" chris said
"what movie is it?" he asked but chris just smiled at him, letting the video buffer as you took your seat next to him again.
the video loaded and changbin's eyes widen as soon as he saw what was on the screen. beer almost spilling all over him as he watched you in pretty lingerie that had been carelessly ripped by chris, sprawled out for the camera to take in your wet folds, chris tracing them with a finger as he chuckled behind the camera.
"c-chris- i think- i don't think-" changbin didn't even know what to say, quickly covering his eyes with his one free hand. was chris doing this on purpose? was it an accident? he shouldn't feel turned on, pressing his legs together in hopes to tame the angry boner he had sprung.
"open your eyes binnie.. don't be shy now." chris spoke, his tone strong and a little condescending
"at least tell us if the cd you stole was good.. was it good, binnie? did you cum to it? you must've.. i saw you waiting for me to leave to take another. i hid the box before you came over though.. wanted to catch you. i knew i wasn't crazy when i saw one missing." he giggled so nonchalantly, the humiliation of being caught making changbin's cock pathetically rush with blood.
"channie told me what you did.. so cute.. come on binnie.. tell us how it felt?"
the video played in the background, sounds of your pretty moans filling the silence while changbin struggled to find words to speak.
"i-i'm sorry.." he said weakly "i-i really am i thought it was music b-but it wasn't.. i c-couldn't stop watching.. f-fuck it was just so hot.. i-i'm sorry-"
"don't be sorry, binnie.. you liked it right? hm?" you asked him, smile on your face that was making him squirm in his seat. his eyes shifting from you on the screen full of cock, to you in front of him, crawling into chris' lap. your eyes not leaving changbin's, his mouth salivating at the sight in front of him.
chris gripped a fistful of your ass as he kissed your neck.
"you gonna put on a show for our guest babygirl?" chris mumbled into your skin, kneading your ass gently
"you're so sweet baby.. always so welcoming hm? good girl. daddy likes it when you're nice to his friends."
changbin felt his mouth go dry, hands shaking in his lap as he shamefully watched how chris sloppily made out with you in front of him. low grunts leaving his friend's pretty lips as you rubbed down on him.
"come closer binnie.. come look.." you beckoned him over, his feet moving faster than his brain could, quickly leaving behind the alcohol his friend had kindly offered him. he sat right next to the two of you, watching how chris expertly took your shirt off. he wondered how often you two had sex.. a lot right? given by the collection you two had curated.. chris seemed very knowledgeable and quick with his actions, almost as if it was muscle memory. like he trained himself to be able to handle you, like he trained you to be so good and perfect for his cock.
changbin's brain was so fuzzy, eyes scanning your body as chris discarded your clothes, before he knew it you were only in your panties. chris sucking eagerly on your tits while his hands played with the waistband of your underwear.
changbin was dying for a taste, wanted to touch how soft your skin was, wanted to give you goosebumps and tug on your hair and spank you until you cried out for him to stop.
chris had bent you over his lap, ass in changbin's direction so he could get a clear view. pulling your underwear aside so he could see your cunt on display.
"see this, bin? she's always so fucking wet. she touched herself when i told her about what you did. came all over her own fingers.. heard her moan your name."
chris held your asscheeks open so changbin could see your pretty hole clenching around nothing "she's a bit of a cockslut.. but nothing i can't handle. look how easy she takes this.."
with that, he pressed two fingers in, your cunt sucking him in just how he knew it would. he pumped them a few times before bringing them out slowly, letting changbin see the slick coating his fingers
"here.. taste. it's the sweetest pussy you'll ever have." chris said as he held out his fingers for changbin to take.
all pride aside, changbin leaned in and took chris' fingers in his mouth, rolling his eyes back at the taste and humming.
"good right? told ya so.. such a perfect cunt.." he emphasized his statement with a harsh spank. you whined as you felt chris pull you off his lap in order for him to get undressed. he threw his shirt off and pulled his pants along with his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.
"can you show binnie how you good you ride daddy's cock, babygirl?"
he didn't have to tell you twice, quickly clambering into his lap again as you lined him up with your aching hole. you pressed down inch by inch, feeling the nice stretch of his cock.
changbin's cock was growing impatient, he needed to feel some type of relief even if it was just his fingers. he began tugging his pants down to fist his cock, whimpering at the feeling of finally getting some friction.
"you better not fucking cum, changbin." chris scolded
changbin quickly dropped his hand, not wanting to anger his friend and make him stop.
instead he focused on the pace you had set on chris' cock, how your tits bounced with every movement, the concentrated look on your face and the way you bit your lip whenever you hit a spot that felt so good. the way you dug your fingers into chris' shoulders, how he guided you with his rough hands, his curly hair beginning to stick to his forehead.
all that alone could make changbin cum untouched.
chris trailed a hand down to where you connected, rubbing your clit to help you build up an orgasm, his other hand reached for your hair as he tugged your head back, barring your neck for him to leave a love bite.
the room echoed with noises from the video that was still playing in the background alongside your sweet whimpers as chris worked you up.
all music to changbin's ears.
it was too much for you, having chris touch you and changbin watching you come apart, your orgasm ripping through you as you chanted chris' name.
you tried collecting yourself, calming your breathing as you pulled off chris' cock but your legs felt like jelly so he helped you and gently set you besides him.
he had stood up and opened up a drawer underneath the tv, pulling out his camera and setting it on the table in front of everyone.
"hope you aren't camera shy, binnie." he teased
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once chris had finally set up the camera exactly how he wanted, he decided it was finally time to let changbin have a turn. he was his guest after all and chris always made sure his guests were comfortable and taken care of in his home.
"how do you want me binnie? tell me, sweetie.. i wanna please you.." you purred
you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to have him inside, his cock looked delicious.. thick and so hard.. poor thing must've been struggling, his cock throbbing for attention. chris could be such a meanie.
"c-can.. can i.. taste you? want you on my face.." he said shyly
you tugged him down on the couch, having him lay beneath you as you positioned yourself on his face, caging him in.
as soon as his eyes met your pretty cunt, he was gone.
all the shame and humiliation he once felt (even if it had turned him on so badly), had completely vanished.
he was hungry.
he held you open, licking up a long strip up your cunt before he began to suck on your clit.
he was making you shake, arms feeling so wobbly as you held on to his thighs to prevent yourself from toppling over.
"oh god channie.. he's so good with is tongue.." you whimpered, kicking your head back as you let out a whiny moan.
"i think he likes the dessert you prepared for him, princess." chris teased.
you leaned forward to take changbin's tip in your mouth, sucking just harsh enough for him to buck his hips up at the pressure.
chris grabbed the camera and brought it towards you, filming the way you began to bob your head on changbin's cock. he gripped you by the hair and tugged you off, spit connecting you the the tip of changbin's cock.
"you like being a slut with binnie? like having fun with two cocks?"
you could barely even answer as you felt changbin working you up to your second orgasm, chris gripped your hair tighter to make you focus.
"can't even fucking think straight.. so damn cock hungry.." he spat
"binnie, why don't you give her what she wants hm? why don't you you fuck her nice and dumb for me?"
he pulled away from your sopping cunt, giving you a few hasty licks before chan set down the camera, grabbing you and positioning you on your hands and knees over the arm rest.
"she's all yours, binnie. take good care of that cunt for me."
chris watched as changbin lined himself up, gripping on to your hips as he rubbed his tip against your folds.
your back arched when you felt him breech your hole, his thick cock easily pushing its way inside of you, pressing so deeply it kissed your sweet spot perfectly. you felt so fucking full of him already and you were glad he was going to put that fat cock of his to good use.
he had to concentrate hard to not bust right away, your cunt wrapping around his length so good, he thought he was seeing stars.
he set a steady pace, breathing heavily as he watched his cock sink in and out of you, a ring of cream forming against his base.
"fucking like bunnies.. so cute.." chan groaned as he stroked himself to the sight of his girlfriend being treated so nicely by changbin.
"s-shit.. chris.. where do you want me to cum? i-i think i might soon.." changbin whimpered
"keep it inside of her.'
changbin swore he was having another vivid wet dream.
inside?
chris wanted him to cum inside his girlfriend?
chris wanted him to fill her with his seed?
breed her and leave her stuffed full of him?
changbin closed his eyes tightly, it didn't matter how hard he tried to clear his head and focus, he was a weak, weak man.
"i'm close too, binnie.. touch me.. wanna cum with you.." you pleaded.
he took a shaky breath as he pressed his chest flush against your back, allowing him easier access to reach over and rub your clit.
his thrusts becoming sloppy as he bit into your shoulder to ground himself. he could feel you clenching on him, consistent moans leaving your lips as you got closer and closer to your peak.
it wasn't long before you turned into putty underneath him, cumming with his name on your tongue which was enough to make him shoot out as well. he kept still making sure every drop seeped into you and did not got to waste.
he kissed your shoulder gently before he carefully pulled out as to not spill on chris' couch.
"stay still babygirl.. daddy wants to fuck binnie's cum into you. make sure it stays in you real good, kay?"
this would not be the last time changbin would make a cameo in chris' homemade sex tapes.
unfortunately, it came at the expense of dinner being ruined that night due to negligence. blame it on changbin and his horny antics.
please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito
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Peeping Neighbor | J.M.
ꨄ Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
ꨄ Summary: Mr. Miller is your neighbor and he keeps calling you at the worst time…what could he possibly want?
ꨄ CW: smut! 18+, minors DNI, peeping neighbor! Joel, perv!joel, age gap implied (Joel’s late 30s and reader is early 20s), phone sex, mutual masturbation, pet names, reader watches porn (wxw/wxm) toys used, size kink, foul dirty mouth Joel.
ꨄ WC: 1.7k
(Technically this would be no outbreak!Joel, lived long enough to see smart phones be a huge thing.)
Let me know what you think! Enjoy!🖤
There was nothing good on TV this late at night and you knew that, but you flicked through the channels anyway, hoping something would jump at you and get your attention. Nothing did, it was all boring shit. You turned the TV off and suddenly your room was almost pitch black, the street light outside casting an orange glow against your bedroom wall. As you laid there looking at the ceiling, your mind wandered and before you knew it your hand was opening your nightstand drawer and grabbing your vibrator, going down your shorts. Slow and soft rubs buzzed against your clit while you thought absolute filthy thoughts. You were just getting into the motions when suddenly your phone was buzzing on your nightstand.
10:17 p.m: Joel Miller Calling
For fucks sake.
"H-hello? What's up Mr. Miller?" you sounded a little out of breath and frazzled. shit.
"Hey sweetheart, sorry I know it's late, did I happen to leave my tape measure there from earlier when I was helpin' your dad? I can't find it anywhere.."
Was he serious right now? Why the hell was he worried about a fucking measuring tape this late at night?
You scratched your head and sighed a little too loudly. "No uh, I'm sorry Mr.Miller, I haven't seen it, I'm sorry." god dammit you just wanted to get your rocks off and go to bed.
"Okay, thanks darlin', I appreciate you lookin' for me. Have a good night." He hung up before you could tell him goodnight, weird.
The app of all your saved favorite dirty videos you watch on a burner account, you know exactly which app, was staring you dead in the eye. You clicked your burner account and scrolled until you found your favorite girl on girl video you bookmarked, and your hand turned on your vibrator once more, pressing straight to your clit. The moaning, the kissing, the pussy eating was making you squirm with burning hot pleasure under your own touch. Crazy what a two minute video can do for you. You could see your orgasm approaching rather quickly when once more, your phone starting ringing and the call was flashing over the dirty video.
10:25 p.m: Joel Miller Calling
This is a joke.
"Yeah, Mr. Miller?" there was no hiding your panting this time, or your snappy tone.
"Jus' wanted you to know I found it, was in my truck." There was something else he wanted to say, he was too cheery over a fucking tape measure.
At this point you didn't even turn off your vibrator, why lose the momentum when you were so close? It was however, very distracting to focus on what he was saying.
"Mhm, yeah that's-that's great I'm glad you found it." Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you almost let a moan out when he said your name.
"Is everything okay, sweet pea? You sound out of breath..and what's that buzzin' sound?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You quickly cleared your throat and turned off your vibrator, tossing it to your side. "Oh! Yeah, I'm fine, just doing some stretches before I go to sleep. Buzzing? I don't hear anything, must be your phone. Well I'm glad you found your stuff, but I really have to get some sleep. G'night Mr. Miller!" You hung up so fast he didn't have a chance to say anything.
Sighing deeply, you put your head in your hands and started giggling softly. That was so close. You grabbed your toy one last time and turned it on, pressing it to your soaking wet clit again. Finding another one of your favorites, you watched closely as they started making out, the guy moving down her body and sucking her nipples as he fingers her.
You bent your knees and moved your vibrator up and down along your overwhelmed bud and soft whimpers escaped your lips, eyes screwed shut pretending that was you getting your nipples sucked.
10:31 p.m: Joel Miller Calling
There was ZERO way you were answering for the third time. No, kindly fuck off Mr.Miller. You sent the call straight to voicemail and went back to looking through your catalog of videos. A notification popped up along the top of your phone saying you had one new voicemail. Curiosity got the best of you and you wanted to know what he said. You pressed the phone to your ear and listened closely to the message, vibrator still going against your clit.
"Hey sugar, I didn't get a chance to tell you what I got to see when I went to my truck. You should reeeally be careful with leavin' your curtains open. I was walkin to my truck when I caught a glimpse of you playin' with yourself. Now, It's not a big de-"
You didn't need to hear anymore. Your face was hot with humiliation mixed with anger. You turned off your toy and sat up in bed before you dialed his number back. Who the fuck did he think he was? You heard him pick up the phone and you didn't give him one millisecond to fix his lips to say hello.
"Who do you think you are leaving fucking voicemails like that on my phone?!" you harshly whispered, not wanting to wake up your dad upstairs Joel chuckled and that only pissed you off more.
"Listen to me, pretty baby and listen to me good. I'm gonna help you get yourself off and you're gonna accept the offer because let's be honest here, I've heard you moan my name before when I've come home late and your windows are wide fuckin' open for the whole neighborhood to hear. Now, you dirty lil thing, are you touching yourself right now?"
You never knew your face could get so hot until this very moment. Suddenly all those times you were moaning his name as you were orgasming came rushing back to you, and there was many of those nights. He was attractive, a good face to picture while you came, you admit it. Part of you wondered if this was a joke but the other part wanted to believe he wanted this too.
You took a deep breath and laid back down in your bed, closing your eyes gently. "No, no I'm not, just laying here."
"Ok, I want you to turn on your lil vibrator again like I heard earlier and put it back where you had it, against that pretty lil pussy." His tone was low and seductive, it was hard to stay upset when he sounded so hot.
You did what he said and pressed the buzzing toy against you, moans slipping from your lips. "oo-oh it feels so good Mr. Miller" you whined and pressed harder against the toy.
"Mmmm does it bunny? Would it be better if I was there using the toy against that wet clit of yours while I fuck you? Hm? My hard cock pumping in and out of you while I pinch those pretty nipples of yours and watch you swim in pleasure. Tell you how gorgeous you look wrapped around my cock while I fuck you so good your makeup is running down your face, would you like that baby?" His teasing tone was met with the sound of a belt being undone in the background behind and that added to the images floating in your mind.
"Yes I want that so bad, your cock filling me up to the brim, and I can't take all of it because you're so big. Make me take it all and shove your fingers down my throat before you kiss me, putting your tongue in my mouth. I bet your big cock would feel so good going in and out of my tight hole, Mr.Miller." you breathily respond as the pressure builds in your stomach and goes straight to your clit.
He grunted in pleasure as he took a moment to picture that, and he was breathing heavy now. "Wh-what do you think of when you're cumming sweetheart, why do you say my name? Call me Joel baby."
"Because you're so hot, Joel. I think about riding your face until I cry, I think about fucking you before we'd go to sleep, when we'd wake up, pretty much whenever I'd get a second alone with you. I see the way you undo your belt in your driveway as soon as you get home from work because you want it off so badly and all I can think about is you spanking me with it. " you were being so vulnerable with him, you didn't mean to go into such detail with that answer.
"Fuuuuckkk you naughty girl. You're so fuckin' nasty, I should've called you sooner. Yeah I bet you taste so sweet baby doll. God damn I'd pin you to my face until I'm done eating that pussy. I'd love to have my beard covered in your sweet juices, just glistening before I kiss you to let you have a taste. You want me to spank you with my belt? Throw you over my lap and kiss your ass cheeks before I spank the hell outta them, fuckkk-" he groaned out and you could tell he was close.
"Joe-l I'm gonna cum, i'm gonna fuckin cum right now, oh m-" you squeaked out and you went silent as your body shook with your orgasm. Soft whimpers danced through the phone into Joel's ear and it was enough to send him shooting his load all over his lap like a goddamn water fountain. He was loud when he came, he was cussing and grunting over and over. You laid there in bliss as you listened to him come down from his high, the grunts dying out softly.
"You dirty girl you, I've got cum all over my thighs and stomach. Next time you're feelin' like this, come over. Not like I'm super far." he joked and you laughed with him, replaying what just happened. "I will, Joel. Thanks for the fun. Get some sleep, maybe I'll come over for breakfast tomorrow." you hinted and he gasped slightly. "I better be ready then, shouldn't I? G'night pretty baby."
11:02 p.m: call ended.
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This one’s kinda angsty… with fluff
Request for poly Charles and max with reader
We all know how quick max can get into a mood so maybe something happened at the race and didn’t go his way. He comes home to you and Charles making dinner for him and you go up to him to comfort him because Charles did better than him in the race so you assume he wouldn’t want to talk to him. But max just gets annoyed with you trying to talk to him but he raises his voice so charles comes in between to protect you. And you leave the place not answering your phone and when you come back max feels like shit and makes it up to you
Prompts -
Stepping in front of the other to shield them from something/someone.
“You actually came back.”
Forehead kisses hand kisses cheek kisses
A/N: I like the way your brain works
"Just don't burn the pasta, Charles." You remind your boyfriend as you start making 3 different salads, each to your liking. "One time, you burn pasta one time." He grumbles but watches the pasta like a hawk.
"He's still not home yet." You remark, looking at the time. A quarter past 7. "Probably a long debrief," Is all Charles replies knowing that Max isn't going to be in the best mood. "Still, he normally texts." Wiping your hands you grab your phone, nothing from Max and you were starting to worry.
"Maybe I should I," The sound of keys in the door, and Jimmy hopping down from his perch lets you know that Max is home. "Wait for him to come us." Kissing your cheek, you nod hating that Max didn't do well.
Max comes into view, not saying a word as he places his bags on the ground. Standing straight he makes eye contact with you and Charles, something passes over his face which has you looking away.
"It wasn't a bad race." You mummer, Charles's chopping of mushrooms stops, it starts back up again. "Leave it alone." Max walks into the kitchen grabbing a beer and popping the lid off. "Max, it really wasn't that bad. You got 5th, what's there to be upset about?" You ask, going back to the salads.
"It was 5th, fucking 5th. Charles got 1st, and I don't want to talk about this." He felt the annoyance starting to creep up, he wanted to remain calm as sometimes his temper gets the best of him. "No, Max other drivers would kill for 5th. You did good today, that doesn't mean you can ignore me trying to talk to you." Max slams the beer bottle down, his temper in full swing.
"God dammit! Will you just shut up." Max roars, but his view of you is swallowed by Charles standing in front of you. His arms out a little bit, like he was ready to block a blow or something. "I, oh Charles," Max is at a loss for words, while you stare wide eye at Charles's back. "I need a moment." You whisper stepping away from Charles.
"No, Y/n I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," You slip on your shoes, a pair of green and a pair of blue eyes watch your movements, shrugging on a jacket. "Don't burn the pasta, also the salads just need your favorite toppings." You mumble opening the front door and walking out.
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"She hasn't answered me." Max whispers staring at his phone, Charles cleaning the dishes in silence. "She left her phone." It's the first word he's spoken to Max in 3 hours. "I didn't mean to snap, I..." He takes a deep breath pinching his eyes. "I would never hurt her."
"Whatever, I'm going to shower." Charles was furious at Max. He knew that Max wouldn't talk to him about the race, since he did better. But, he never expected him to yell at you.
Max nods, as he stares at his phone. Magically hoping it'd force you to come home. "Stop trying to run Jimmy." You whisper, Max hearing your voice bolts up. You walk in holding Jimmy in your arms petting him. "You actually came back." Max gasps, relief filling him.
"Of course, I did." You mumble, letting Jimmy squirm and rush off back to where he came from. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His words are choked on by the tears gripping them as he moves pulling you into him.
"It's okay, I wasn't mad. Just needed a breather." Max's arms tigthen around you, kissing you all over your face. "Please don't leave every again, next time yell please." Melting into his arms you hug him back. "Okay."
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Awakening: Hypothermia part 2
here it is, the much-awaited part 2! Emmett realizes what he did in his sleep, how will he fix this?
2.8k words. MINORS DNI tags: fingering, first time, p in v sex, unprotected sex, first orgasm(?) Praise, language
Emmett stirs in his sleep, his heart pounding. “Oh no, did I dream again?” he wonders to himself. Feeling the front of his pants, he has his answer. “Shit.” He turns back towards you, hoping he didn’t disturb you, putting his arms back around you. He notices you slightly shaking, you can’t possibly be cold. He's right by your side, then he notices that your pants are gone. Your panties are all bunched up, slightly damp in the back. “Oh god, what did I do? Did I hurt you?” He sits up in bed, pondering if he should flee when you turn towards him. “Emmett, you awake?” you mutter in the darkness feeling him move. He's speechless, hoping that he didn’t do what deep down he knows he did. Hoping that you are innocent and clueless to his inappropriate behavior. “Emmett, talk to me. I know happened.” Emmett feels like he’s about to be sick at your words, his worst nightmare coming true. You grab his shoulders, knowing he’s going to want to bolt. “I’m not mad Emmett, you were asleep, had no idea what you were doing.” His chest feels like it’s going to collapse in on itself. “Did I hurt you? Did I-”
“No Emmett, you didn’t hurt me I’m fine.” you assure him, “Nothing big happened, you just moaned a little in my ear and...” You trailed off, suddenly embarrassed at what you were about to disclose to him. Emmett put his head in his hands, “And what? What else happened?” You clear your throat, how do you put this politely? “Umm, well, you kind of humped me a little. Held me tight to you and uhm,” you stuttered this last part, “Groped a bit, and you sorta, used me to get off.” Emmett made an angry sound, “Damn it, I'm so sorry. I understand if you can’t stand to be around me anymore. I'm an animal. Over here having wet dreams about my dead friend’s daughter. Rutting against you like a pig.” You shush his displeasure, “I don’t think any less of you Emmett, you can’t control what your body does when you're asleep.” Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, “And besides I didn’t hate it. It's the closest a man has ever gotten to me.” Silence fills the room as Emmett digests this information. “What?” you feel his eyes on you, “You enjoyed it? Enjoyed pretty much being molested by a man twice your age?” Your face reddens in the dark. “It felt kind of good honestly, I didn’t want you to stop.” You curse yourself at letting this secret loose.
“Well, I'm glad I stopped when I did. Hope you got your fill, because this will not happen again. I knew this whole thing was a bad idea.” He turns away, stoney and cold towards you. Silly little tears fill your eyes, you didn’t want Emmett to be upset. You should have kept your mouth shut. “Little girl doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Emmett thinks to himself, “She enjoyed it? The fuck? I used her and she liked it?” He rubs his eyes, “She enjoyed it because it’s all she’s ever had. You are all she’s ever had.” A small voice in the back of his head tells him, “Poor thing doesn’t know any better. Show her there is better to be had.” If he could shut the voice off, he would, “No, it’s wrong. She’s too young. I literally watched her grow up.” “And now she is grown,” the voice replies, “She is an adult Emmett, a poor sexually deprived and innocent woman. Listen, you made her cry.” In the silence he hears your sniffling. “Dammit, I didn’t want to upset her. How do I make this right?” He turns back towards you, nervous that you would blow up in his face. “Hey,” he whispers, “Don’t cry. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself, you did nothing wrong.” His warm hand caresses your shoulder. “Look at me, please.” You refuse. “Come here, hey, come here, don’t cry.” His arms snake back around you. “Hey now, don’t cry sweetheart. I’m sorry I upset you.”
He makes you turn towards him, his blue eyes dark with concern. “Let’s forget this ever happened, okay? I don’t like seeing you like this.” His thumbs wiping away your tears. “it’s over and done with, water under the bridge alright?” You finally meet his gaze, “I won’t be able to forget, and you won’t either. I don’t want to forget.” With shaking hands, you reach for his beard and try to pull him closer. “No, no, stop sweetie. You’re confused. You really don’t want to do this. Let's just go back to sleep, okay?” With a new determination in your eyes you reply, “You said my name in your sleep, I heard it. Deep down you want this as much as I do.” Your lips are now ghosting over Emmett’s, just waiting for one of you to make up for the distance. “Emmett,” you whisper against his lips, “It’s okay Emmett, please. I trust you. Emmett.” In an instant your lips finally meet, not knowing who finally broke resolve. His lips are soft and tender against yours, not trying anything further. Nice and gentle, like he’s second guessing himself. He holds your face, eyes studying you, like he’s looking for any sign of hesitation. “Are you sure? We can stop right here, no pressure at all.” You put your lips on him, back where they were as your answer. The kiss deepens, his grip on you tightens. You breathe each other in like you were the last source of oxygen. He moves down to your neck, sucking softly on your skin. “I can feel your pulse,” he chuckles, “Excited, are we?” you avert your gaze in embarrassment. “It’s alright sweetheart, mine is the same way. I've wanted this for so long, you have no idea.” Emmett whispers in your ear.
You reach behind you to undo your bra, but Emmett stops you, “Let me.” In one fluid motion, his rough strong hand has the clasp undone, slowly pulling it off your body. Eye contact is not wavering the whole time, like he’s making sure you’re okay. Half of you is completely exposed to him now, your skin slightly pink with nerves. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” His words just deepen the flush. He bends down to explore this new exposed flesh; your hands automatically go to his hair. Like you're using his scalp to ground yourself, this is not some naughty thought or dream, this is real and now. Emmett takes his time, no need to rush this. His warm mouth finds your unguarded nipple, and you jolt in surprise. He looks up from his work, slight grin on his face, “You good? Not used to that are you?” You lightly slap him upside his head, “No I’m not, but it feels nice. Keep going Emmett.” You don’t have to tell him twice. While his mouth is on one nipple, his hand is working on the other. Eventually trading up. The familiar feeling of suspense returns, like when you were all defenseless against him rutting up against you. But this time, you knew there weren’t going to be any interruptions. You both are panting; he can feel your thighs clench around his waist from being wrapped around him. His hands go to your waistband of your pants. Looking up at you he asks, “Would you like these to come off?”
Shakily with desire you respond, “Yes, please.” Emmett softly moans at that response, “So polite.” He removes your legs from around him stretching them out straight. With his electric blue eyes on yours, his hands grab your hips, “Up for me sweetheart.” You oblige him, raising your hips to get your pants off easier. He slowly pushes them down, panties with them, eye contact never wavering. “Breathe, it’s okay. You are doing so good.” Goosebumps hit your exposed skin as the fabric is slowly removed from your legs. Part of you wants to just yank them off in frustration at his extremely slow movements, but you don’t. Emmett wants to do this right, knowing your inexperience. Finally, after what feels like forever, you are completely naked in front of him. You want to curl up in a ball, not used to being naked in front of anyone, much less a man. Emmett slowly strokes your exposed legs, “Are you okay?” he asks you. You nod in response, but that’s not good enough for Emmett. He lies down next to you, hand going to your cheek. “Are you okay with this?” he asks again, “I need to hear that you are okay.” You softly grab his hand that is on your face and kiss it, “I’m okay Emmett, just feeling a little exposed right now. It's not fair that I'm the only naked one here.” He smiles at that, running his hand up your thigh, “This is all about you right now, we’ll get to me later.”
A shaky breath leaves your lips as you realize just how high Emmett’s hand is on your leg. Creeping closer and closer to where you both want him to be. He kisses you deeply again, gently climbing on top of you, his knee between your legs. “Can I look at you baby?” Your eyes get big at knowing what he wants. “I won’t touch unless you let me. Can I see just how pretty my girl is?” You gulp, wanting to please him but still skittish. “Breathe Babygirl, let me see you.” Time stands still as Emmett waits for your answer, not daring to go forward without your consent, still rubbing your legs. Finally, you decide to let him look. “Okay,” you whisper, “Go ahead, I just hope it’s what you're expecting.” Emmett kisses both knees as he gently pulls them apart, exposing you fully to him. His normally crystal-clear eyes turn muddy with lust, “Oh my sweetheart, it’s what I expected and so much more. You are so stunning and..” he comes back up to your face, “And so very wet for me. Just how I want you to be. Perfect.” You turn away from his words, trying to hide your face with your hands. Emmett is not having that, taking your hands in his, “it’s true, don’t hide from me. Get used to me talking like this, because I will every day until you quit shying from it. So pink and dripping for me baby, so pretty and small. Can I touch you baby? I won’t enter I promise, just let me feel.”
At his words, you feel your body respond even more. Not knowing that it’s possible to be this wet just from his explicit compliments. All you want is Emmett to touch you, anywhere and everywhere. You take his hand in yours, finally doing what you thought about earlier when he was asleep. His warm hand finally reaches its destination. Both of you moan as his fingers explore your warm folds. “There you are beautiful, is this okay?” His index finger finds your clit, slowly rubbing, eye contact never wavering. “Emmett yes.” you manage to choke out, pleasure building at his movements. “I’m okay with one finger if you want to.” He kisses your neck in response, “Are you sure? Don't let me hurt you.” Watching your pleasure ridden face, He slowly enters one digit inside you. You are so wet it doesn’t hurt, just feels unusual having something inside. “Oh baby, you are so tight.” Emmett groans, “So warm for me, you are doing so good at taking my fingers.” In and out his finger goes, watching you the whole time. Emmett loves that he is the one who makes you feel so good. “More,” you cry out, “Please add another finger.” Your request is driving Emmett crazy, “Only because you asked so nicely sweetheart. Tell me if it is too much.”
Emmett feels like his dick is going to explode any minute as another finger goes inside you. You are doing so good for him, accepting the second digit without much protest. Your thighs begin to shake. “Breathe sweetheart, don’t forget to breathe. I know that feels so good, doesn’t it? Two fingers inside you while my thumb is rubbing that little clit of yours, yeah?” Your voice goes out on you wanting to answer him. That familiar feeling that you had when he had you pinned on your stomach slowly returns. You just hope and pray that it happens this time. “Oh yes, you are so close I can see it in your eyes. Come for me baby, let it go. I’ll take care of you this time. I got you.” Emmett raises you up and holds you close as you orgasm for the first time ever. You cry his name repeatedly into his shoulder, body limp and trembling in his arms as he takes you through it. “There it is, there you go. Yes, good job sweetheart.” he coos, silent tears of relief slide down your cheeks. You wipe them away before he notices, not to worry him. He gently puts you down on the bed again, inhaling your remaining whimpers and moans. One hand goes down to unbutton his pants, finally freeing himself. He sighs in relief. You look down and notice what’s happening as your high starts to fade. “Shhh, I was just uncomfortable is all. Nothing is happening without your say so.”
“Can I touch you?” you ask him. Curious as to how he feels. “If you want to,” he answers, “But remember, this is about you.” You kiss him passionately as you reach down, fingertips lightly grazing his dick. You feel him twitch at that slight touch. “it’s okay, it does that sometimes. Your hand is so soft, sweetheart. You can grab, it doesn’t bite.” Emmett guides your hand around him. He's so thick you can barely get your hand around it. “Oh, this soft skin is going to be the death of me.” he moans as you slowly start to stroke him. “I don’t know how much more I can take; I want to be inside you so bad.” Between kisses, you stop stroking him and pull him back on top of you, “I want you too, Emmett.” He grabs his dick, sliding it between your folds, “Are you sure? This might still hurt even though I tried to stretch you.” Your eyes close at the feeling of your clit being touched again, “I know, it’s okay. Just go slow.” Emmett’s forehead touches yours, eye contact steady as he lines himself up to your entrance. “This can stop anytime you want it to. Don't lie there and let me hurt you.” You feel the head slowly entering you, as Emmett tries to distract you with kisses. At first you just feel really full, nothing too bad. And then it’s like he hit a wall, your body refusing him any further. You start to whimper in pain, “Shhh, it’s okay. I'm almost all the way in sweetheart. You are doing such a good job” His hand goes back to stroke your clit, “Easy there, that’s it, you can do it. Focus on the pleasure baby, not the pain. It'll go away soon.” And it does, your body responding to his touches, it lets him through. “Oh fuck,” he grunts, “There it is honey, I'm in. Oh, you feel so good. Are you okay?”
You grab onto his shoulders at the massive intrusion. “Yeah, I'm alright. Just move please, it’s starting to hurt again.” With a deep kiss, he slowly starts to move. Your hands go back to his hair as he continues to talk to you, “Breathe, don’t hold it in. Oh, this is better than I could have ever imagined, you feel so good around me. Oh shit, so tight baby. Just for me huh?” Emmett gets a good rhythm going in and out at just the right speed, sending you to heaven again. “Yes, just for you Emmett,” you manage to squeak into his ear, “Just for you.” At hearing your confession, his hips start to move sloppy. “Oh sweetheart, I can’t last much longer. It's been so long. You just feel too damn good.” Your nails start to dig in his back at the pleasure. “it’s okay, come for me baby, come for me.” you moan. Emmett buries his face in your shoulder, your name coming out of his mouth like a chant. That familiar growl unleashes from his throat as he finally hits his peak, quickly pulling out of you and spilling on your thighs. “Oh yes, like that.” he mutters to no one in particular, “Look so good covered in me.” You shakily sit up and pull him into a kiss, leaning on him as you have no strength left. “Are you alright baby?” he asks. “I’m perfect,” you answer, “That couldn’t have possibly gone better.”
With a tired chuckle Emmett responds, “Let’s just not wait for another freezing night to do that again, okay?”
“Okay I'll give you 20 minutes.”
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BEING RAFE'S GIRL✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚
an: i realized that the 'being ___'s girl' doesnt actually fit what i'm writing bc youre not their girl yet so imma change the titles most definitely bc i dont like it. um, so this is actually you being rafe's gf. not just meeting him. enjoy!
warnings: toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, name calling (bitch), you deck rafe in his shit so physical abuse, talk of drug use (coke), verbal abuse, lowkeyyyyy sub!rafe i dont make the rules, angst☹️, accusation of cheating
DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY
No one knew how it happened, to be honest. Not that it was anyone's business why Rafe was dating you, a 'Kook poser'. But was it really so bad to be a girl who just wanted to live well?
Besides, before you met Rafe, you worked your ass off for everything that you had. A new Telfar bag dropped that you wanted? You damn near didn't sleep with the overtime you were doing at your job. Your credit card? Never not paid. Wanted a new set of nails? You sat your ass down and learned how to do them yourself.
Hyper-independence was your middle name and you wore it well.
Sometimes, it seemed your boyfriend needed to be reminded of that though.
"I don't know who the fuck you think you talking to, Ra-fa-el," you mushed his head with the pad of your index finger and watched his face get red from your exaggerative pronunciation of his full name, "but it's not fuckin' me."
His eyes were dilated and he reeked of that disgustingly expensive alcohol that Kelce gave him. His hand shot out, snatching you toward him as he sneered down at you. "Y-y'know, for someone who gets everything they want from me you don't fucking-" he barked, breathing out a humorless laugh as he shook you- "show me any goddamn respect. You get caught chatting up so-some loser and get mad at me for being a trashy, Pogue, whore-"
Rafe grunted as his head snapped back because you didn't smack him. You just socked the absolute fuck out of him. "God- dammit!" He touched his nose with a trembling hand and pulled it away to look at the blood that was already leaking down his philtrum and spread between the crevice of his lips.
He doesn't get a chance to speak again because you grab his jaw, acrylics biting into his face and squishing the meat of his inner cheeks against his teeth painfully.
You got real close to his face, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a snarl. "I don't fucking need you. I don't need you, or your coke-induced paranoia, or your goddamn daddy issues, or your fucking money. I wasn't 'chatting' that guy up, because he's my brother you idiot."
His lips parted an a hushed 'oh' fell from them as you snatched your hand away and scoffed in disbelief. "Are you serious? 'Oh'?" you mocked. "Not even an 'I'm sorry'? Better yet–getting on your knees and fucking begging for forgiveness? But of course not, that would be asking the world from Kook King, Rafe Camer...on," your voice died as you watched him slowly get on one knee, the other following.
His hand reached out and grabbed yours, bringing it to his pink, bloody lips to kiss your knuckles. Then he turned it over to press a kiss to your wrist... then your palm. His breaths were warm as they blew over your hand that he was now bringing to his face, his eyes softer now. So many times would you look at him and be staring into two voids that were nothing if not full of malice and something that made a person's soul ache.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I... I should've asked. I'm sorry, baby."
"Rafe-"
"I don't- I don't know what's wrong-" his voice wavered and his face pinched together as his skin flushed again, but not from anger but misery- "with me. I don't wanna be like this, I swear... m'not like this, okay? You believe me right?"
His other hand twisted itself into your dress, gripping your thigh. Words escaped you as you just let him pull you closer, and it was only natural when your arms cradled his head against your stomach.
Your heart was racing. You couldn't tell whether it was out of fear for this sudden, vulnerable turn or concern that this boy was hurting more than you thought inside. "Of course I believe you, baby," you whispered.
Wetness spread through your dress and the way he was trembling told you he was crying.
"I'll always believe you, Rafe... I'll always be on your side."
It took a while but he eventually got up from his knees, accepting your sweet, glossy kisses to his wet face as you apologized for hitting him. Somehow, you convinced him to just stay at Topper's house and sleep off what was in his system, and through your exchanged gazes it was unsaid that a break was needed between the both of you.
And the next morning, when you woke up and got dressed to go grab the mail, a bouquet of white yarrow flowers and purple hyacinths. The note inside was in his cursive handwriting.
I'll always wait for you
R. C.
an: comments and reblogs appreciated!
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Baby Crazy | Miguel x F!Reader
Miguel x Symbiote Host!Reader
W/C: 1.8k
#SFW, mentions of trauma, mentions of past miscarriage, new beginnings, Miguel has baby fever, established relationship, fluff, comfort
Note: I'm trying to finish up and move on from a bunch of WIPs I have cluttering up my docs, so that's why I'm rapid-fire posting LOL. I have so many that are nearly done bro it's driving me insane!!!
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Something changed.
This hadn't happened before, the way he was acting, the way he was feeling. Everything around him, anything that even slightly hinted at kids, triggered the frenzy in Miguel’s brain; if Peter showed up at HQ with May in his arms, Miguel had a hard time leaving the room and ignoring them because–yes he wanted to hold her, god dammit, hand her over already, Parker.
Then there were the instances with Jess on missions; any time she got whipped around, Miguel flew to her in an instant, asking if the baby was okay before asking if Jess was okay. He knew they were both fine, but–but still.
And, Christ, when you held a baby, and that stoicism lifted from your beautiful face? It killed Miguel, made him fall even more in love with you if that was even possible.
Fuck. He was so, so doomed.
He'd never seen you so soft before. Just that little glimpse of your maternal instincts, your quiet gentility, dyed your partner’s blood in bright hues of hope and wonder. Because you were a hardened woman, someone the universe took great pleasure in beating on time after time. It was a wonder love could still find a home inside your bruised heart. Miguel had been there to see you before it all, and held you through most of the downfall, and when he’d missed things, you filled in the gaps for him; you were his greatest confidant, ranking high in Miguel’s mind with Lyla and Gabriel.
You'd been there since the beginning as a cool, calm, collected reporter that'd do just about anything to get the next story for the papers. Miguel found you incredibly aggravating, and he would have had much less patience for you if he hadn't wanted to get in bed with you so much. And as it turned out, your insatiable curiosities would come to bite you in the ass as much as it would foster your bond to the scientist; you would become host to the symbiote, and he would become spliced with spider genetics.
Spiderman. Venom.
Who else could you turn to but each other? Who else would understand what it felt like to change in a split second, to endure what it meant to change?
You'd both done your damndest to take it in stride, and now here you were, too many years later, stuck to each other like glue and hardened off into something hurt and impenetrable that just now started to ease into something soft and malleable. Miguel found he loved it. He loved you.
And, shit, he wanted a goddamn baby with you.
He watched you from the couch while you loitered in the kitchen, hair a mess and oversized sleep shirt hanging lazily off one shoulder as you willed yourself to get a pot of coffee going. Rosy eyes glanced down to your stomach. How tight would that shirt get when you were nine months? And what if you had twins? Miguel had confidence in himself, he figured he had the power to put two babies in you at once. Easy. No problem. Definitely doable and–
"Miguel?" You called from the kitchen with a croaky, groggy voice.
"Baby?" He blurted, the fever in his mind overtaking his mouth and sabotaging what he tried to say.
You stared at Miguel as heat rose to his face. He didn't call you "baby." You didn't call him "baby." You had a right to be suspicious. And because you were you, you continued to stare, and stare, and stare like it was some kind of punishment done to make Miguel squirm in his seat (which succeeded).
"I–uh, shit, sorry. You–say again?"
You stared at him.
"(Name), for the love of–stop, just stop. Please," he more or less begged as he rubbed his face. Maybe he could rub away the red staining his cheeks if he tried hard enough.
"Hm." You collected the two mugs of coffee you'd prepared during Miguel's daydream, and brought them to the couch. "You've been thinking about babies a lot."
Miguel took the mug with a soft thanks. "Well, it's hard not to with Jess and Peter around," Miguel deflected.
You slipped your legs across his lap and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Mh." You sipped your coffee and held it with both hands to warm your chilled fingers. "Do you want–"
"I think so." He looked at you, eyes big with a maelstrom of nerves and excitement dancing behind them as sparks fluttered in his chest. "Do you?"
Your head tilted just slightly as you looked him over. "Mhm. Wanna do it now?"
Miguel's palm magnetized to your thigh and squeezed. "Well, I think we've got time."
“Okay.” Miguel smirked and started to feel up your leg, his fingers dipping into the sleep shorts you wore. But then, you took out your phone, and paid no mind to his lustful touches. “What do you want?”
Miguel blinked. “What?”
You stared at him again. “For breakfast.”
“Oh.”
“Mh.” You fidgeted with your phone between your fingers for a moment. “Oh. Did you…think I was talking about–?”
“No,” Miguel interjected. “I–I just thought you–maybe just–I, well. Maybe?” He swallowed and drummed his fingers against your leg. “Have you…thought about it?”
The question held weight; he knew you’d thought about it, knew you lamented over it, even, because you lost a child just as he had. The memories swirling in your mind never rose to the surface, never burned into the history of the outside world, but Miguel knew they were there. He knew a late-term miscarriage could never be forgotten.
“Mmh…” You slipped your legs off his lap and made slow work of tucking them into your sleepshirt, making yourself a blob. A very cute, sleepy blob. “We’ve thought about it,” you admitted, but didn’t expand. It gave Miguel hope, though. Clearly you’d mulled it over with your other half.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Yeah.” You nodded.
Your partner nodded. His hand found its way onto the bump of your knee, and his thumb rubbed curious circles against you as he exercised patience, like a puppy sitting and waiting for a treat. You watched his hand on you, quietly admiring the veins and tendons proudly pushing against his skin, and the shift of muscle dancing under his movements as he soothed you.
“Are you ready?” You wondered softly. One of your hands slipped from your mug in favour of resting over his. “For a baby.”
Miguel chewed his cheek for a moment and watched your hand, too, like avoiding each other’s gaze would somehow quash the trepidation, make it easier to admit what you both wanted and what you both feared. But Miguel, the man who didn’t always like what he had to do but knew what he had to do, bit the bullet and found your eyes. Your beautiful, perfect eyes. Maybe your shared joy would have them, too.
“Yeah.” He scooted into your space and caressed your warm cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “If it’s with you,” he said, and turned his hand to cup your cheek with his palm, “I’m sure.”
The still, placid look of you melted, just the slightest bit, under the incalescence of your lover’s touch. Your lovely lips twitched a fraction, but the true smile, the one Miguel craved to see day after day, glowed in the colour of your eyes.
“Hm.” You hummed softly as you nodded, thinking and deliberating with your other half. Your gaze wandered away from Miguel and to the side slowly, to the side she whispered in the most. Your eyes fluttered, then, gaze recentering and focusing on Miguel in front of you again.
“Well?” He tucked some hair behind your ear only for you to un-tuck that same piece. Miguel tucked it back again, and this time, you let him. “What’s the jury say?”
You took a deep breath, and nodded. “We think we’re ready,” you murmured. You caught his hand and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, treating him like the princess you knew he was. “If it’s with you, we’re sure.” And this time, you gave him a smile.
Miguel’s heart erupted. His boyish grin hit you with the concentrated power of the sun before he all but dove into you, crushing you with a hug, and spilling coffee everywhere. You made some sort of strange noise, something between laughter and panic, as you fumbled with the mugs and set them down wherever you could while Miguel peppered you with affection. He kissed your de-blobbed body, first your collarbone and then between your breasts. He nuzzled there before taking a deep, deep breath of your scent and sighing, content.
“You’re weird,” you said as you carded your hands through his hair while he basked in the glory of your chest.
He pulled his face out of heaven and rested his chin between the girls as he gazed up at you, eyes bleeding adoration and excitement. “Oh, what, I’m not allowed to be excited for a baby?”
You pinched his nose and watched him scrunch up his face and suffer. “You’re just weird.” Your mean fingers found his eyebrows and pulled them. “I’m excited, too. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.” You let go of the hairs and smoothed them over with your thumbs. “About trying again.”
That had Miguel’s attention. “You never mentioned it.” He tilted his head, resting his cheek against one plushy mound as he listened.
“I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t know if I should.” You dragged your nails against Miguel’s scalp, and he closed his eyes with a pleased sigh. “I’m glad you did.”
Miguel hummed warmly. “Guess we were both a little scared, huh? Hah. Venom and Spiderman, afraid to talk about the future. Who woulda thought.” He picked his head up to look you in the eyes. “But at least that’s out of the way now.”
“Mh. Now you can stop complaining about using condoms,” You said, deadpan.
“I–you–look, you don’t get it–”
“Hm.”
“It feels different. Better. Like a real connection–”
“Hmm.”
“And–okay, fine, I’d rather not have a shitty layer of rubber between me and you. What’s so wrong with that?”
“Hmmm.”
“Vieja,” Miguel pleaded.
You smiled, soft and quiet like drifting petals. “Like I said, you won’t need to complain about them anymore. Not for a while, anyway.”
Miguel bit your tit lightly, and you flicked his forehead. “Why don’t we not-complain right now?”
“Hm.”
“We have time to start round one of baby-making, yeah?” His smile, dangerous and hungry, split across his features again as his hands wandered up and under your shirt teasingly. “If we knock you up now, we’ll have a kid born in…what, February? Good start to a new year.”
You thought about it more seriously than Miguel thought you would, if the narrowing of your brows and a sudden prolonged silence told him anything. You were probably mulling over the zodiacs for that month, though, deciding if you liked them enough to go for it. Even with your serious take on things, you still loved your astrology.
“Hm. Okay.” But you plucked your phone off the ground and turned the menu you’d pulled up to Miguel. “Food first. Baby-making after.”
He nodded. “Deal.”
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Hey y’all! Here’s a little snippet of something that was rattling in my mind. Hope y’all like!
It can be complicated to make sense of family. Hero knew this. Hero had always known this. With how their life was growing up Hero doubted there were many who could understand this concept as well as they did.
But this was just ridiculous.
“The answer is still no,” Hero tried very hard to keep their voice level and calm.
“Seriously? I don’t understand what your problem is!”
The voice over the phone held the tone of one who had already decided they were right and there was no chance of changing.
“It’s not that I have a problem…which I don’t,” Hero ground out. “It’s that I just don’t feel like inviting him.”
“And why not?”
Hero resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of their nose. One, it was a bad habit which showed how frustrated they were; and two, it would loosen their mask. God, couldn’t their sibling have called earlier? Hero really didn’t feel like having this conversation on the roof of a bank at 11pm.
“I don’t need a reason. It’s my call and I don’t want him there. End of story.”
“No, not end of story! This is completely unfair! Why am I always the one trying to hold this family together? You think it’s easy being the responsible one when…”
Hero let the rant commence as they held the phone a few inches from their ear, Sibling gradually getting louder and more hurtful with each word. They looked up at the star bedazzled sky and tried to tune them out until they could jump back in again.
It’s not that Sibling was wrong, it’s just that Hero could only take being called absent and holier than thou so many times. It was the same speech every time a major event happened in Hero’s life. And at the end of every speech, Hero always caved and let Sibling invite the whole family…well not this time.
‘...and out of everyone, you of all people should take the high road on this…”
That did it.
“Me of all people? Why? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Dammit, I’m tired of being the one to take the high road! For once would it kill him to apologize? Or better yet, clean up his fucking act?!”
Sibling was making sputtering noises on the line when another voice joined Hero on the roof.
“Well, I must say I’ve never heard words like this before coming from our fair Hero.”
Hero froze, their sibling yelling into the receiver, and turned.
Villain stood, arms folded, looking incredibly smug.
“I’m going to have to call you back,” Hero said softly. They hung up before Sibling could protest.
Shit, they would hear about that later.
Villain sauntered closer, “Having a little domestic are we? I’ve never seen you that agitated before.”
Hero glared, “Coming to rob the bank?”
Villain chuckled.
“I was, but this is so much more interesting. Come on, what’s happening in the world of the Golden Hero?”
“None of your business,” Hero stood tall. “Now are you breaking the law or not? I have a long patrol tonight.”
“Oh yes, I heard you were taking the long shift tonight. Something about needing time off…wait…that couldn’t be what you were arguing about on the phone was it? Vacation plans gone wrong?”
Hero felt a vein popping in their forehead.
“Why must you alway insist on being a prick? And why do you know my shift schedule?”
Villain shrugged noncommittally, “I have people.”
They walked right into Hero’s space, doing their best to intimidate with their towering stature. Hero refused to move and met their gaze head on.
“You’ve never taken a break before.” Villain stated.
“Never needed to until now,” Hero responded as if Villain had asked a question.
Villain gave them a once over.
“What’s the need?”
God, was Villain always this infuriating?
“Like I said, none of your business. I’m sure you’ll survive a substitute hero for the next few weeks.”
Villain frowned, “Few weeks? That’s a lengthy time.”
Hero rolled their eyes and nodded. They weren’t falling for Villain’s way of fishing for information by not actually asking a question.
“A few weeks and a family member who’s not welcome…if I’m to interpret that phone call correctly. My, my, what do you have planned?” Villain finally took a few paces back to lean on the wall, “Can’t say I’m too thrilled. Other Hero’s are such tight-asses.”
“If you mean that I’m lenient then, yes, they’re not as nice as I am,” Hero smirked.
Villain outright laughed.
“I would describe you as many things Hero, but straight up nice has never been one of them. Seriously, why the vacation? Family reunion or something?”
If Hero’s Sibling had anything to say on the matter it would be.
“Not as such,” Hero relaxed their stance now that Villain was a few paces away. That and it seemed Villain was more in a talking mood tonight. It was rare that they just talked rather than taking on their usual ‘Hero vs Villain’ roles. Rare, but it had happened a handful of times over the course of the last four years. Whether this was professional or not, Hero chose not to think about.
Villain folded their arms in thought, “Birthday? No, yours is in March…A celebration for another medal from the Mayor? No, he’s out of town until next month…” Hero tried hard not to smile as Villain ticked each possibility off their fingers, “Oh I know! You’ve finally graduated high school!”
Now Hero did laugh. It was a running joke with them and Villain’s Henchman that Hero must be younger than they seemed due to their young sound voice. Of course there was no way to tell due to the mask, but Hero estimated they were about the same age as Villain. Something they were sure Villain had put together as well seeing as the Hero Agency didn’t employ anyone under the age of 21.
It didn’t stop the quips though.
“Afraid I did that long ago,” Hero supplied.
“Well then I’m at a loss,” Villain got up and leaned into Hero’s space once more. “Other than medical leave I can’t think of anything else. And I assume you wouldn’t be fighting about invitees if convalescence was your goal.”
“Guess you’ll just have to live with uncertainty,” Hero shrugged and turned to leave the roof. Before they could take a couple of steps a hand was on their arm.
“You really not going to tell?” Villain asked softly. “You seemed upset and not the kind of upset like when you're on the job.”
Hero felt their heart rate increase and their cheeks warm. Why did Villain have to go and ask like that? How could they go from the city’s terror to a caring person with humanity and feelings? Perhaps Hero could tell them…the event was happening down in the Bahamas anyway. Not like Villain could figure it out…
It would be nice to talk to someone not expecting anything from them.
“I have a celebration happening and I don’t want my father to be there…it’s caused rather a ruckus in my family.”
Villain’s hand remained on Hero’s arm. “Well, if it’s your celebration it’s your choice. I don’t see why anyone else should be involved.”
Hero laughed and patted their hand. “And you’ve just summarized the entire argument I’ve been having for the past month.”
Villain released their arm. “I’m smart like that.”
Hero nodded with a warm smile. They turned towards the fire escape.
“Seeing as how you don’t seem to be robbing the bank, I have places to be,” They turned so they were facing Villain while standing on the ladder. “Thanks Villain. I’ll see you in a few weeks if you manage to keep yourself alive.”
“Say that to your replacement hero.” Villain hesitated, “Hero?”
Hero popped their head up from their descent, “Yeah?”
“What is the celebration?”
Hero smiled softly at them.
“I’m getting married,” they whispered.
And then they were gone. Down the fire escape and into the night.
Villain stood stunned, not knowing why the words made their heart freeze and their eyes water.
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Settling Differences [Jenna Ortega x GN! Reader]
Summary: You and Jenna were having a bit of a dispute and you two go about solving it like any normal couple would.
Warnings: Fluff, banter, no editing
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“Ok, it’s your turn to do the dishes.”
“BULLSHIT! It’s your turn! It was my turn last time.”
“and I had to do it for a month straight before that!”
“I WAS OUT FILMING COMMERCIALS!”
“Oh. So what you’re telling me is that you’re too Hollywood for the dishes? Dawn and Mr Clean just couldn’t fit into your schedule?”
“Oh. SHUT. UP."
"Oh? Has this worthless peon spoken out of turn? Forgive me Lady Hollywood."
"Oh will you stop being a petty little asshole? Geeeeez!!"
Despite the back and forth, your girlfriend Jenna had the biggest smile on her face. Even when she was continuously rolling her eyes she had nothing but fondness and slight exasperation on her face. This was how you guys worked. The banter was always lively and always came from both sides even though you were the one to instigate things more often then not. Jenna caught on to your bullshit quick and decided to roll with it by sometimes acting as your straight man on purpose. This is only one of the many things you love about her. She could take a joke.
"Hey if I was being petty I would have call you Miss Almost Golden Globe."
That's to say that you wouldn't try to push the envelope every now and then.
Jenna's eyes bugged out of her head and her jaw dropped as a laugh of disbelief escaped her lips.
"No you fucking didn't!"
"I didn't! I could've, but I didn't."
"You just did!"
"Nooo that was a hypothetical situation that could've happened in an alternate timeline. Sooo...."
"I'm gonna fucking kill you now."
"That would be rude and - oh god!"
You started booking it out of the kitchen with a pissed Ortega on your hills. You two would then reenact a Scooby doo ass chase scene throughout your shared living space. Eventually though she got a hold of you and would now exact her revenge.
"Take this you little shit! And this and that!"
She had you pinned down and straddle and was delivering a merciless assault of pinches all over your face. She got your cheeks and your ears. She grabbed at your hair and twisted it around and stuck two fingers in your nose and pulled. She wasn't mad still. She knew you were playing around. Didn't mean she couldn't give you hell though.
"Ow! Ouch! I give, I give! Uncle. I'm sorry!"
"That's right," she grinned while wiping her hands on your shirt. "Now prove to me your sorry by cleaning the kitchen."
"Oh alright..."
"Good-"
"SIKE!!!"
You threw her off you and she let a cute yelp.
"Y/N, what the fuck?!"
"I refuse to concede defeat." you said as you climbed to your feet while dusting yourself off.
"You just did though?"
"Hush child." You started off before going into a "dramatic" monologue all the while ignoring the mutter of an "Oh brother..." that came from the girl behind you. "We now find ourselves at a crossroads. Neither one of us willing to budge."
"Just do the dishes, dude."
"WE WILL NOT BUDGE SO WE MUST SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!!! TO THE DEATH."
"Best 2 out of 3?" At this point Jenna had gotten up and looked at you with a deadpanned stare but the amusement was clearly dancing in her eyes for anyone to see.
"Best 2 out of 3."
"ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT! ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT! ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT! ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT!"
"Dammit loose already!" You cried.
"Never!" Jenna shouted back laughing.
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You and Jenna sat at the dinner table with crumpled up paper all around you. One sheet of paper was laid out between the two of you with a myriad of x's and o's across it.
"Ok. Rock, Paper, and scissors is one thing..." You began, "But how the hell do you tie in tic-tac-toe? 20 times in a row?"
"Maybe you should just get a clue and lose already." Jenna shrugged while playing with her hair. She wasn't winning but she still had a smug air about her. She was stopping you from winning so she couldn't help but feel smug. You wanted to wipe that smirk off her face.
"Alright you little garden gnome, this next game will be your last."
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Y/N : 2000 LP
Jenna: 1200 LP
"I tribute my two monsters and summon my Blue-Eyes White Dragon." You cried in glee.
"FUCK!" Jenna wasn't feeling the glee.
"I'm gonna wipe out the puny monster of yours and-"
"Nope!" Jenna interrupted with a "Negate Attack".
"I can nope too." You said while activating a "Trap Jammer" to cancel her Trap card.
"Nope!" Jenna said again while activating her own "Trap Jammer".
"Right back at yah, kid." Activating your second "Trap Jammer" and she just gave you a look as you grinned cheekily at her. You were about to resume your attack before she flipped over her last trap card.
"Ring of Destruction? AH SHIT!"
That card would destroy a monster and deal damage to both equal to its attack points. Your Blue-Eyes was the target and with its 3000 attack points that means....
"Draw" You and Jenna sighed at the same time.
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You were now on what would potential be the last chance of victory for the both of you. A fighting game. Specifically the fighting game the both of you played together all the time. This game would always get competitive one way or the other and would often become a way to settle all disputes that got too far. Really something as petty as dish washing didn't need to call for all of this but the two of you were having way too much fun and both of you wanted to win.
It was a martial arts game that had a good move pull and several good mechanics and fun little gimmicks in the game. Like being able to show respect to your opponent.
"Ok let's begin with a bow of respec- DAMN!!"
Respect seemed to be the furthest thing from your opponent's mind. You were immediately interrupted by Jenna, who at the word "begin", threw a mean roundhouse kick at your character who was halfway into a bow. The poor bastard had no choice but to eat shit.
"Oh! You said begin! So I just... got to work I guess. My bad."
She didn't sound too sorry. Neither did she stop giving you the business either. You then quickly got into as well. Despite the cheap shot from Jenna (You were secretly proud as hell) you were able to catch up in terms of damage.
Soon you were both on your last legs and with one hit, there would be a winner. You both mashed your controllers and!!!
knocked each other clean the fuck out.
"DRAW!!" the game called out.
"BULLSHIT!!" You both raged.
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"Well there's only a few more ways this could go." You said after you both had time to cool off.
"How?" Jenna asked whiled looking towards you.
"Either you or I could be the bigger person and volunteer to clean the kitchen."
Jenna raised a delicate eyebrow.
"Or.... the one to last longest in bed wins and doesn't have to clean the kitchen for two weeks?"
"....."
".....deal."
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It was tie. You both lost. But you ended up cleaning the kitchen in the morning and making her breakfast in bed so really you lost.
You didn't feel like much of a loser though :)
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A/N: And that's that. Went a little longer than I thought it would but I had fun. Leave a like and comment and I'll see you when I see you!
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Dream and Ponk discuss their experiences with Sam
@sixteenth-day-event
"What happened to your arm?"
The question came out of nowhere. It was an impulse. A stupid one. Dream wasn't really expecting a response.
Surprisingly, Ponk's eyes blinked open. They weren't red anymore (thank god), but they were fuzzy and unfocused still. Several seconds ticked by before Ponk managed to rasp out a response.
"Sam."
It was just one word, but it was the most that Dream had gotten out of him so far. He would dismiss it as a quirk of timing, but from Punz's recounting, talking about shit had helped ground him and pull him back from the Egg. Alright. So Dream just needed to keep this going.
"Weren't you two dating?" He could swear he remembered that. Ponk huffed a dry laugh.
"Were. Broke up af'er he cut m' fuckin' arm 'ff."
"That uh- makes sense." Great. A+ conversation. God fucking dammit. Okay, refocus here.
"Was there like, a reason? Or did he just get bored?" That sounded harsher than he meant for it to, but too late now.
Ponk's gaze went hazy for a moment, too far maybe? Before he managed to shake his head, bringing himself back down.
"Stole the prison keys. Wasn't eve' tryin' to do much. He'd been ignorin' me. Thought it was funny. Thought I might go visit you or somethin'. He freaked out. Never thought- Never thought he'd do something like this." As he finished speaking, Ponk managed to lift his good hand just barely and gesture at his stump.
Ah. Dream wasn't sure how he felt about that. Was it better? That it hadn't been just him. Who thought Sam could be trusted and was wrong? Or was it worse? That it all came back to Dream himself in the end. Something corrupting, corroding, ruining everything he came into contact with?
A question for another time maybe.
"That sucks." Okay, he winced at that one. "Sorry- uh, I didn't. I didn't think he'd do something like that either. Before."
It said a little more than he wanted to say. Ponk, of course, had recovered enough to catch on. Eyes now focusing in on him. Taking him in and judging. Dream clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the weight of an old friend's gaze. Tried to change the subject.
"You feel up for some water?"
Thankfully, Ponk let the topic drop in favor of nodding. Probably parched by now. Dream pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the spill proof bottle that Punz had left. They were ready for this.
He held it out carefully, trying his best to control the shaking in his own hands. From how Ponk's eyes narrowed, he didn't quite manage it.
The light in here was soft, and Dream had been hoping that would hide his scarred hands. Not from Ponk's eyes though, as the other carefully took the water bottle, drinking from it in long gulps.
By the time it was finished, Dream had returned to his spot on the far side of the room, right by the door so he could get out if he needed to. Not that he would need to. Ponk wasn't infected anymore, the guy could hardly lift a bottle.
The silence stretched out between them, until finally, Ponk spoke again, eyes watching Dream's hands far too closely.
"Is it fucked up if I'm glad it wasn't just me? That he- It was him. I mean, I knew he was the one that fucked up. He cut my fucking arm off over some fucking keycards. But- I mean- He kept trying to act like it wasn't a big deal. Like I should just ignore what he did to me. Like it was all my fault. I didn't buy it- but- I mean- God, I'm not sure what I mean."
Something inside Dream wanted to break. Wanted to shatter apart. Wanted to scream and cry and-
"It's okay." Dream replied, his voice far more shaky than he would've liked. "I get it." That might be a lie. Both statements might be lies.
"I'm glad it wasn't just me either." Dream said, because it was what he needed to say.
Maybe one day he'd be able to figure out if he meant it.
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Right time to analyse this shit because god dammit I have been silently making theories about this show the second I saw the premise I’m about to become the most annoying person on the planet on god so LETS GOOOOOOO-
First things first the animation looks fucking phenomenal (let Kevin Temmer cook, that man can do no wrong). Also Caine the guy ever, he is the silly and I love him wholeheartedly, he’s just a fucked up little guy who’s living his best life fr.
And also NEW CHARACTER HELLO.
They do be circling though.
THE SILLIES ARE HERE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉
Smiling Gangle spotted ten seconds before disaster, no thoughts head empty indeed.
ALSO I WASN’T EXPECTING STUFF OUTSIDE THE CIRCUS BUT IT’S A WELCOME SURPRISE WHOA
They have come to steal your credit card information.
The thoughts I had of Ragatha being the lone brain cell keeping everything together were completely correct I CALLED IT- (it has been said by Gooseworx that she has been there the second longest so she’s probably gotten used to the zaniness by now…maybe)
A door that leads to a void?
Maybe it has something to do with this room in the teaser trailer? Possibly.
Tumblr sexyman spotted.
''If there was a way to leave I'm sure we'd have all left by now''
They're ✨suffering✨
This caught me off guard when I first saw it lmao (holy FUCK I love Zooble's design, they're everything to me).
''Welcome to your new home...AND your new body...''
So they're aware that they were human before they entered the circus? That's interesting considering what happens in a few seconds (I'll get to that soon). It's also worth mentioning that Gooseworx has stated that their clothes ARE a part of their bodies.
Case in point...
At the end of the character introduction compilation Gooseworx posted to their YouTube channel Pomni is heard saying something along the lines of
''How do I...take this...headset off?!''
I saw a few people theorizing about her talking about a VR headset and that was how she entered the circus to begin with (I had the same thoughts until very recently). However, considering how much of the visuals and character designs are based on old media (also a teaser image was set up as the menu screen for a retro game), I'm beginning to think that this isn't the case.
So it's incredibly likely that Pomni is actually talking about her jester headpiece since she can't take it off.
This scene is probably the first time Pomni sees her new body, pinwheel eyes and all.
''I'm fine with whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people''
I love him he's so unbothered.
I'm sad that we didn't get to hear any dialogue from them but I can't wait to see them in the pilot! Kinger is love, Kinger is life.
''After a while you start to realise that you really can't leave, and constantly chasing an unattainable goal will start driving you a little crazy''
She's a little fucked up actually wow who saw that coming.
It sounds like Ragatha tried to leave a few times and just resigned to her fate after a while, her description DID say that she was the ''sweetest little optimist in the digital circus'', so maybe she's told the others that escaping is impossible and that they should make the best of their situation instead? (Also the framed picture of the right looks like some kind of void, a lot of void imagery here).
Also, Gooseworx released this image a short while ago and it has the same background that Ragatha had while she was talking so she's DEFINITELY talking to Pomni here.
''OH GOD! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY NAME?!''
EXCUSE ME? Okay time for some more speculation. I knew that their names definitely weren't their real ones but I wasn't expecting them to forget them!
Now, since the premise is said to be centred around Pomni and the others getting messed with by AI and their traumas, maybe instead of forgetting what their names were, they actually REPRESSED their memories from when they were human due to the trauma they went through? (Which would include their names)
I don't buy that they've COMPLETELY forgotten who they were (Zooble is aware that the body they're in isn't the one they used to have so I'm guessing everyone else knows that too.)
I'm guessing that their human lives absolutely SUCKED and they've now repressed their trauma to the point where they can barely remember who they were in the human world, this is just speculation.
''Thank goodness this is all a dream, right Pomni?''
What a sassy little guy (it's so weird hearing Michael Kovach sound so reserved, he's normally feral as hell playing these kinds of characters). The little mannequin symbol on the door is probably there for when new people stumble into the circus.
She's definitely seen some shit, I wonder what it could be though?
OH MY GOD THERE'S MORE OF THEM 😭
Wow this background looks...oddly normal. The only thing I can think of this being is Pomni witnessing a flashback of her human life before she showed up in the circus.
''You completely lose sight of who you are and why you're even alive and when you reach your breaking point something REALLY terrible can happen''
OH? Okay speculation time again. This is the closest hint we've gotten to what exactly one of the gang's traumas could be. Ragatha may have forced herself to stay positive in really shitty situations during her human life which likely lead to a lot of negative thoughts which eventually lead to her doing...something, I'm not sure what though, maybe it lead to her losing an eye? (Maybe her new body represents that?) I'm not sure. Maybe this is why she's been in the circus for as long as she has, instead of dealing with her feelings and existentialism, she instead continues to try to be someone who's more adjusted than they actually are.
Again, this is all just speculation, maybe it's just an Infinity Train type of thing where they can't leave until they learn to accept what they went through and how to work through it healthily idk.
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Well, I'll tell you what I think it is.
I think it's this weird tar like tentacle thing from the teaser trailer, I don't see what else it could be.
And I'm 90% sure that whatever it is, it's connected to this room, and I think that THIS is gonna be where we'll be seeing what the gangs traumas are (Ragatha looked TERRIFIED when she was grabbed so if this was the case I wouldn't be surprised). I'd also like to speculate that this could possibly be another AI. There's Caine, Bubble, and whatever the hell those little shape creatures are, so it's very likely that other AI does exist, we just haven't seen them yet.
But who knows? I'm probably looking too much into it.
Woah new background, he is angy.
I would go into another theory I have about how their designs may hint at what trauma they have but I've spent over an hour writing, compiling trailer screenshots, and speculating every individual frame while suffering with chest pains I wanna go to bed
Holy shit that took WAY longer than I thought it would. I cannot WAIT to watch the pilot, this show has become one of my most anticipated projects of the year over the last few months and I can't wait to see what it has in store.
TL;DR: The trailer looks fire 10/10 can't wait for the inevitable Pomni plushes.
#karm rambles#the amazing digital circus#damn this is long#tadc#i'm so normal#glitch productions#gooseworx#i have gone insane
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for the steddie spotify wrapped if you haven't gone over the cap yet because this is such a cool idea 🖤
my lucky number 74 and whatever rating your lil heart desires (but we all know i'm okay with explicit)
Hoooboy. Thank you for the request. #74 on my Spotify Wrapped is Watch The World Burn by Falling In Reverse.
The second I pulled this up, I knew what it needed to be. SO This blurb is rated E. There is blood, there is wings, there is just a whole lot going on. There is the promise of monster fucking. This is...enjoy this.
Minors? See ya. Everyone else? Enjoy.
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I can't control the monster any longer that's inside.
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"Steve, No." Eddie growls. He growls--and that--well it shouldn't go straight to Steve's dick, but it does.
"Eds." Steve sighs. "You've literally been drinking from my wrist since March. What difference does it make?"
Eddie's voice is low, dangerous, when he answers. "The difference, Steve, is that your wrist is safe. I don't know what'll happen if I--if you let me--" He stutters, which, is interesting because this 'version' of Eddie is always so sure. Calmer then he was--before--
Steve would argue that Eddie hasn't changed much, you know…aside from the blood drinking and the retractable fangs and the sometimes-wings. Oh--and the occasional flashes of red eyes and maybe his eyes drifted too low one time and if Eddie's packing what Steve thinks he's packing well--Alright, okay. So maybe he's changed a little.
And well, maybe Steve's a little obsessed with him. But that--that shit was happening before all of Eddie's vampire shit so that's not really new information to Steve.
This isn't exactly a conversation Steve wanted to have in his fucking kitchen, but here they were. "I want to, Eddie. I don't think you're getting enough and I don't--I just want to help, Eds. It just my fucking neck. It's not like a million girls haven't--"
Steve's (very funny, thank you) joke is cut short by Eddie growling again. A deep low rumble and god fucking dammit he has got to stop doing that tonight.
"Don't." Eddie snaps, he's eyes catching Steve's just as they flash red.
Well, mark Steve down as scared and horny. "Sorry." He breathes.
"Steve--I can hardly keep it together as is. If you let me do this I can't promise that I won't completely lose it." Eddie says, voice pitched low.
"I want you to" Steve says, it's a whisper, but he thinks he gets what Eddie is trying to say and--
"Yeah Stevie I get it. I can bite your neck. I know you want me too, but that's not what I mean I--"
Steve cuts him off. "I know what you mean, Eddie, and I want you to."
Eddie blinks. His eyes a mix of red and deep brown. It's hypnotizing. "You--I--what?"
"I want you, Eddie." Steve says, looking him dead in the eyes. He means it. He needs Eddie to know that he does. "You, all of you. All of this. You don't scare me."
Eddie cocks his head. "I don't--I don't know if I'll be able to control it Steve. I want you so fucking bad."
When Steve responds, it's a quiet thing. "Then have me, have all of me. You won't hurt me, Eddie."
It's all kind of a blur after that.
Eddie and Steve lean forward at the same time and then they're kissing. They're kissing and Steve swears to god he can feel his heart beating the blood through his veins. He's afraid it might beat out of his damn chest. Eddie pulls his lip between his teeth--fangs absent--and Steve mourns it.
"Fuck, Stevie. The things I wanna do to you." Eddie purrs, and Steve--well Steve would never admit to the sound he makes, so don't ask.
Steve pulls back and Eddie just places kisses anywhere he can reach, his cheeks, his jaw, peppering kisses along his throat. "Fuck." Steve whines. "Do it, Eddie. Do whatever you want. Kiss me, bite me, fuck me. I--I'm yours, Eds I'm all you."
There's that damn growl, as Eddie noses against Steve's jugular. "Dammit, Stevie." Eddie pulls back, his lips are spit slicked and his eyes are bright red. "Upstairs. Now."
Steve wouldn't admit that he sprinted, per say, but he finds himself in his room pretty damn fast.
Eddie follows quickly and pushes Steve onto the bed. God, Eddie's so fucking pretty. His eyes are still glowing red and somewhere between the time, it took them to get to Steve's room, the fangs have made their appearance.
Steve wants them in his fucking neck. He wants them anywhere Eddie's is willing to bite. He can't help himself, he pulls Eddie down into a kiss. It's brutal, messy. One of Eddie's pointed canines catches on his lip. Draws blood. Eddie laps at it, his tongue licking over Steve's swollen lips and--god, Steve's is going to cream his fucking jeans.
He moans and Eddie laughs. It's that dark tone again.
"Baby." Eddie purrs into his mouth as Steve crashes their lips together again. He only pulls back, head hitting his pillow, when Eddie groans as his wings unfurl.
"Fuck Eddie," Steve breathes, enamored. He reaches up to run a finger along a leathery wing. They look like bat wings, but they're fucking massive. He's lost in running his fingers along one, and Eddie shivers.
"Steve." Eddie's voice is deep, it's low and it's clear and Steve can't fucking breathe.
"Bite me." Steve is breathless, for no reason, other than the beautiful man above him. "Please, Eddie, please." He pleads, begs. He needs this as bad as Eddie does.
Eddie pushes their hips together and Steve can feel their dicks grinding against each other. He gasps as Eddie noses along his jaw.
"I'll bite you baby. I'll make you feel so good--" Eddie's words are saccharine, dripping with a sweetness that is disguising a deep, visceral need. Steve is positive their are pleas falling from his lips. "--but you'll be mine, Stevie."
Mine mine mine.
The words run rampant in Steve's mind. "I'm yours--I'm yours, Eddie. Bite me." His eyes snap up to meet Eddie's pure red. Gorgeous.
Eddie leans forward, eyes sparkling, He nips at Steve's ear, groaning out a 'mine', before licking a stripe over Steve's neck.
Eddie bites and Steve sees fucking fireworks.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie ficlet#steddie blurb#steddie fic#kas eddie#kas eddie munson#I am...WOOF#worm brain#Worm Spotify Series#starrystevie#monsterfucker steve harrington
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“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me”
Pairing: kit walker x reader
Warnings: angst, swearing, violence
Summary: kit and reader had a huge fight and reader makes him jealous and it works….
“Oh kit I have had it up to here with you and you constant goddamn paranoia” Y/n yells hands flying all over, voice enraged.
“Oh how can you be so stupid that guy was hittin’ on you harder than a hammer and your too blind to see it” Kit yelled equally as loud, retaliating with her statements.
This had been going on for an hour, yelling, screaming, insults and points practically spat at each-other in order to prove a point that neither were getting across. If it wasn’t it for some guy who happened to be gawking at Kit’s girlfriend all night and having the nerve to come over and flirt with her knowing damn well who she was here with, this fight wouldn’t even be happening. This was according to kit of course. And if it wasn’t for kits total lack of self control and anger management, if he hadn’t indented that guys face in at the pub, then they wouldn’t be fighting like two lions in one den.
“Your jealous ALL the damn time. I get it kit I’m yours, we’re together, why, gosh why on earth can’t you get that into your thick skull!” Kit wasn’t about to let that slide.
“Jealous?! Excuse me for not lovin’ the idea of that guys arms and filthy slobber all over ya’ just cause your too nice to say NO!” The whole fight was pointless they knew this, but neither wanted to back down.
They’ve been in a loving relationship for 4 years. To say they loved each other to death was an understatement. They rarely fought or had any disagreements but this was different. Not in a good way at all.
“Look listen y/n i don’t Like to share and I don’t like people thinkin’ they can come and Harass whatever they see. Yeah I was jealous but he was the asshole here not me” kit lowered his voice slightly in order to slow the fight. It only made y/n more furious.
“Oh baby i don’t need no knight in shining armor to come save me, if I was uncomfortable I would’ve said something, and I certainly don’t need you starting fucking fights wherever we go. Is that clear or do I need to yell some more in order for you to take a hint” The sarcasm and bitterness sting like venom coming from her. Kit had no idea had to response, if she was uncomfortable? She was ok with a douche hittin’ on her?
He wanted to yell some more, finish the argument, but he was confused and honestly tired but he wanted to hit her back just as equally, so he did “maybe if you like being hit on everywhere you go, you should go back right to that bar and finish what he started. I don’t care, act like some fucking tramp all ya want” He said the words slowly, and bitterly.
Y/n gasped slightly, too silent for him to hear but her face spoke louder than words in that moment. Kit was a respectable man, no matter how big the fights were shit never got to far, not this far. But he stepped out of line and Y/n was hurt. “Alright darlin’ whatever you wish for” She said loudly arms flew in-front of her gesturing anger. He gave her confused face, not sure what either meant or what they were going to do. Normally a situation like this would be resolved- well hours ago but the length of this fight secretly worried both of them.
What did this mean.
Was this their end.
Before kit could open his mouth to say anything, anything at all, the door slammed and the truck turned on and just like that she was gone. And he didn’t know where.
“God fucking dammit” he went back into their room and didn’t come out.
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It had been hours and still no sign of her.
This had him worried shitless at this point, he wasn’t one to back down from anything easily, he was no quitter, but he didn’t care right now not if it brought her back.
He had no truck, no car to go find her a taxi wasn’t a valuable option at 2 in the morning. So he walked to the bar they were at previously hoping to find her downing a beer, forgetting about the fight and giving him one of her famous, gorgeous smiles.
The night was cold and the music from the bar echoed in the silence of the night. She must be here, where else would she go this time of night?
He opened the door to the bar and walked through, warm air and loud noises vibrating through him. He walked over to the bar bench. Not there. Walked around the bathrooms, poked his head into the woman’s. Not there. “You have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Well the search is over, there she was, sitting on that assholes lap from earlier, he was whispering something to her but kit didn’t care to know. Something in his chest hurt, like when you tripped as a kid, fell on you chest and couldn’t find your breath for a couple minutes until the oxygen forced its way through your lungs only for you to come to you senses and feel the pain that the fall inflicted. This was like that, first his breath hitched, then came the pain. No anger. Oddly enough just plain pain.
Kit slowly walked over to their booth, maybe he was imagining it. The sound of her sweet laughter got louder and so did the pounding of his heart against his rib cage. “Mhm” he cleared his throat loudly trying to gain their attention.
“Kit, nice of you to join us. Took your advice honey” she smiled sarcastically, that hurt even more. “Ok enough let’s go…” he waited locking eyes with her. She didn’t shift. “NOW” this startled her and she got up to look him eye to eye wanting to threaten him but the asshole beat her to it. He got up with a grunt “Not cool dude back off. She can do what she-” kit swung one right on his oddly large jaw and he went flying back. Booze will do that to ya.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or do you wanna go for a round three big boy” kit towered over his slumped body, only to be dragged back by her frail hand and pulled outside. “Ok. Ok enough of this shit, what do you want huh?” Her nose was red she was cold. Kits eyes softened, the hurt still fresh on the surface. He lifted a finger and pointed right in her face, “ your cruel you know that, plain fuckin cruel” he felt tears coming up but he did not want to cry here. “And how’s that walker, how am I the cruel one?” She challenged still riled up, not noting his sad face. Walker? She never called him that! “God whatever your a- a AGH” his frustration is only to cover his pain, she saw through that. Her guilt surfaced and she reached over to him “kit? Talk to me?” She didn’t know what to say, they’ve already said too much already. “Why would you do that?” “Gosh cause you told me to!” What? Oh. “You can’t honestly believe I’d want to see you with another guy!” “Well you seemed super keen on it” gosh things were getting heated again. The exhaustion was present and they didn’t need any more. “I’m sorry your right” y/n looked at her feet and started walking to the truck, kit grabbed her arm and pulled her- rather harshly- into his chest and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry too darlin’. Won’t happen again” she sunk into it. Happily.
They sat in bed under the cover, cuddled up, “I’m glad that’s over” she let out in the silence.
She heard a sigh escape his lips, the ‘I have something to say but I can’t get it out’ type. She recognized it, “what is it kit? You can talk to me you know that love” she got up on her elbows and face him. She noticed his red eyes and sad posture “I was kinda scared ya know. Really scared hah” he chuckled dryly. “What? Scared of what kit” she reached over and cupped his face “you know….” He waited to see if she got it, she didn’t “us breakin up” he whispered so lightly she almost didn’t catch it. “Kit honey, you really think I can live without you? I love you more than life and I ain’t kidding” he smiled something sweet, those dimples gosh, “well mrs walker I love you too very much so” he said what now? Mrs walker? “I’d be your misses any day mr walker” she kissed his lips. “Glad to hear it, now let me show you exactly how much I love ya”
#kit walker#kit walker and grace#kit walker imagine#ahstories#american horror story#tate and violet#kit walker jealous#peter evans#Peter evans character#ahs asylum#ahs fandom#ahs imagine#kit walker x reader#y/n imagine#kit walker angst#kit walker fluff#American horror story fic#kit walker fanfiction#writing
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Hello! I hope you had a good day today. It's my first time requesting something on tumblr.
But I have some requests for the prompts post you made.
"You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work doll."
Shuji Hanma | Sub Male Reader
"Friends don't do this kind of shit !"
Rindou Haitani | Dom Male Reader
"I don't care what you do, just fuck me."
Ran Haitani | Dom Male Reader
"If we get caught I'm blaming you."
Tetta Kisaki | Dom Male Reader
It's alright if you can't do it though.
-♡Smut prompts
-♡Character(s): Shuji Hanma, Tetta Kisaki, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani
-♡Switch Tokyo revengers, Switch Male reader
-♡Shuji Hanma
God were you annoyed at Hanma.
All he ever did was boss you around like he's your dad !
And when you would ask him to do something so little he would complain and say he'd do it later, god was it annoying.
And you make one remark he'd just make a dumb flirty comment that would never even work and ignore you like he did something.
Right now you were cleaning the full house by yourself while Hanma just sat on the couch scrolling on his phone not even asking for a helping hand.
You couldn't take this anymore, it was rediculous and it was getting annoying as hell, like it was a itch you couldn't get rid of.
"God, Hanma when will you ever do anything around here." You said still doing your chore.
"I always have to do everything here its rediculous !" Your footsteps getting harsher on the ground, catching Hanma's attention as he looks up from his phone.
"Hah ?" He said in a confused tone.
You turn to him your face red with anger. How the hell could he be confused !?
"God dammit Hanma, I'm not your fucking housewife !" He almost broke his phone out of squeezing it so hard a crack could be heard..
You scoff turning around to get back to work only for your face to be pulled up looking at Hanma and his crazed sadistic smile.
"You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work doll♡." Instead of anger, your faced flushed of embarressment shaking his hand off your chin and getting back to work.
"Ha~ good boy♡." Hanma chuckles.
-♡Rindou Haitani
"God, you didn't have to go so hard in me this time, god I think you broke me.." You didn't speak to him, you were so god damn upset that you fucked your anger out on him.
Ever since you heard about this so called "boyfriend" he had, named Souya or some shit, your whole mood was sour.
Rindou noticed your silence and turned over to you with a worried look.
"Hey..you okay ?" Your fist scrunched up, blood almost spilling from your palms at the pressure from your nails, you jaw clenching as you took a deep inhale trying to calm down.
As soft and calm as you could, "Who the fuck is Souya ?" Rindou slightly flinched at your demanding question.
Sighing as he brushed his hands through his mixed purple and black hair, obviously trying to think of a way to dodge the question which he can't. Honestly how could anyone.
"He's my..he's my husband." Your eyes widen, husband !? You just thought he was some boyfriend but husband !? This is fucking obserd.
You were actually hurt, all this time you were just his fuck toy ? Just used purley for his enterntainment ? Just because his husband couldn't ?
"Look, I know this looks bad, but you need to understand that..we're just friends man, me and you ? We don't have anything between us really, yeah we may hang out besides in the bed but..that's it.."
So he was really using you ? Tears were now streaming down your face, you loved him, you actually loved him. Jesus how could you let this happen.
"I'm sorry, we're just friends-"
"Friends don't do this kind of shit man !" Anger and sadness was clearly visible on your face. Rindou felt horrible, and he always will.
And I'm sure he loved you as well.
-♡Ran Haitani
God dammit you were doing this on purpose.
He knew damn well you were.
Teasing him all damn day.
Grinding against him when you had the chance.
Sending him suggsetive messages.
Giving him looks.
It was over-whelming him.
And it got on his damn nerves.
So as "pay back" He was doing the same to you.
When you grinded onto him he would grind back.
Wen you gave him a type of look, he'd give you the same.
It was like a game of tag. A game of tag till one of them broke.
But it is pretty obvious who did right ?
"Oh fuck..." Ran moaned in your ear as you pumped your fingers in and out of him slowly.
"Dammit..(m/n) stop teasing." He winced
"I'm sorry what ? I couldn't hear you speak up 'f me."
"I fucking..hate you asshole...dammit I don't care what you do just fuck me already !" You chuckle in amusment.
"Your wish is my command dear."
-♡Tetta Kisaki
Kisaki was supposed to be at a meeting.
Kisaki was supposed to be there in the giant building.
He knew it was bad.
But instead of being stuck in a giant building he wanted to be stuffed with your cock.
So to have a substitute for that. He was currently at the side of the building with you.
Legs wrapped around your hips tight, arms around your neck, with your hands on his waist keeping him up on the wall.
Your mouth on his, whilst kissing him deeply. His slight muffled moans and groans of trying to stay quiet.
If anyone was slightly close, they could hear the moans and groans of pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, you look up at him with a lustful look, both of you panting out of breath.
"Kisaki-san..can I put it in ?" Your question gave him slight suprise but he couldn't say no, he wouldn't.
He looks to the left slightly before sighing looking back at you biting his lip.
"If we get caught I'm blaming you."
Smiling you give him a peck on the lips, slowly setting him down and turning him over.
"Thank you love."
#Smut prompts#Kisaki x male reader#Male reader#Smut#Tokyo revengers x male reader#rindou x male reader#ran haitani x male reader#Ran x you#hanma x male reader#Shuji Hanma#Ran Haitani#rindou haitani#Tokyo revengers smut#Tetta kisaki
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