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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 months

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Baby Face - A John Shelby/Reader One Short Story.

Words - 2,742

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You and your girlfriends, you have names for each of them. Names the don’t know about. Tommy is razor cheeks, because of course. Those cheekbones. Arthur is angry fella, again, self-explanatory, and John is...

“Look, girls,” you chime, sipping upon your gin while discreetly nodding in the direction of the Garrison’s entrance. “Baby face just walked in.”

“He’s so adorable,” your friend Marjie sighs, turning to you with a look of pure adoration upon her face. “I don’t know what I’d like to do more, mother him or get on him!”

“Oh,” you snort, shaking your head, “it’s the latter for me. I would ride that man all the way to town and back!”

Your girls all cackle, huddling close, Joan the next to speak. “Would you, though? I mean, he’s a bit too sweet looking for me! Dunno if he’d have it in him, to be as much man as I’d need!”

You turn to view him again, catching his eye. He gives you an appreciative sweep with his eyes, winking. Turning back to your friends, you beam widely. “He’s got it in him. I know we call him baby face, but there’s a demon lurking beneath. I know there is.”

“A shilling says you’re wrong.” Reaching into her purse, Winnie pulls out the very coin itself, slapping it down on the table. Joan and Marjie follow suit. “Are you prepared to put your money where your mouth is?”

Rifling in your bag, you remove your dainty little purse, taking out the coin and placing it with theirs. “I’ll put my money there. My mouth has other plans.”

“Oooh, you dirty cat!” Winnie shrieks, her brother, the man you needed to accompany you to the pub in order to be served in the first place turning, tutting and shaking his head.

“All alley cats, the lot of ya!”

“Oh, pipe down, our Wilf,” she orders lightly, giving him a nudge where he’s turned in his seat at the next table over with his lad friends. “We’re only having a bit of fun!”

A bit of fun. You can guess with almost certainty you’d receive exactly that from John Shelby. Turning again, you see he’s still at the bar, drinking with a couple of the lesser famed Blinders, once again catching your eye. He lifts his chin, holding your gaze fast while sipping his whiskey, placing his glass down and making a motion with his fingers for you to go over. Smiling, you remain in your seat.

He can work a little harder than that.

The excited squeaks of your friends – who of course witnessed it – tinkle through the air, Joan holding out a cigarette, lighting it for you, her eyes suddenly widening.

“Baby face on his way over! This is not a bloody drill!”

Your heart somersaults, but you remain calm, feeling him arrive at your side. “Evening, ladies. Having a good time, are ya?”

Looking up at him, you’re near intoxicated out of your mind by his scent, his eyes so much more beautiful close up. God, he’s simply divine. “I could be having a better one.”

“Oh, ar?” he chimes, raising an eyebrow as he idly chews upon his toothpick. “Anything I can help with?”

Your girlfriends snort with giggles, John giving them a fleeting look of curiosity before his eyes fall back upon you. He doesn’t wait for you to reply. “How about I get another gin in that glass for ya, and we go from there?”

You stand, licking your lips, watching his eyes flit down, his pupils inking a little. You have to stop yourself from diving on him right there and then. “Lead the way.” He offers his arm, and you take it to a little “ooooh!” chorus from your friends, turning to give them a scolding look. After being escorted from the bar and furnished with another drink, one drink leads to two, two to three, the evening flying by as you get to know the third Shelby brother a little better.

You find him to be sweet and charming beneath the veil of hardened gangster, and, well, cheeky as hell.

“I gotta hand it to ya, bab. Those are some cracking legs you’ve got,” he compliments with a wink, looking down and back up again, his cocky smile broadening.

You lean in close to him, gliding a fingernail over his defined jaw. “Why thank you.”

His intense gaze doesn’t leave you for a second, turning to press a little kiss to your fingertip. “Yeah, your legs look amazing, but they’d look even better wrapped around me.”

The signals you’ve been giving to one another have all led to this point, your smile broadening in an instant. “I have lodgings above the shoe shop on Bennett Street. Want to come and see for yourself how good they’ll look around you?”

You’ve never seen a man see off a fresh whiskey quite so fast before. “Lead the way, love.” You know the Shelby abode is closer than your little room above Mr. Smedley’s Shoes and Leather goods, but you’d prefer to be in your own space with a man you truly don’t know well at all. Outside, you fall into step at his side, taking his arm again, thinking how gentlemanly he is, right up until he suddenly pushes you into an alleyway.

You feel a little anxious at first, but the way he looks at you. Oh, look. There’s the demon you knew was lurking beneath the surface, spitting out his toothpick before his mouth lands upon yours. His kisses are whiskey tinged and lust dripping, all sweet heat and need as he pushes himself against you. It’s imposing, but not intimidating, his want for you melding with yours as the sparks begin to crackle further into illumination.

“Come on, mister. You’re not shagging me in an alleyway.” Grabbing his hand, you lead him back out to the street again, John releasing it to wrap an arm around your shoulders instead, your own extending around his waist. The balmy summer evening still warms the pale, inky violet of night, the air pleasant, the birds still twittering as they sit on the viaducts above, turning three corners before you end up on Bennett Street.

John Shelby has never been so pleased to see a shoe shop in all of his life, and the spring in his step confirms it. If not, the way he begins to lay hot kisses upon your neck as you jiggle the key in the side door lock tells you plenty. The entrance to the two lodging rooms above the is separate from the shop itself, a narrow staircase taking you up a flight, turning right into an equally narrow passageway.

“Bathroom is at the end there.” you point, unlocking the door to the left and opening it to reveal your modest dwelling.

“It’s your bed I wanna know the way to more right now,” he breathes, shrugging his jacket off, his hands impatiently moving to you, smoothing over your body, mouth still furiously heated at your neck. God, the raw passion in him. It’s almost enough to make your knees buckle, feeling your dress come loose in his hands as you step out of your shoes, turning to kiss him.

He backs you against the door, hands pawing at you urgently, kisses full-bodied and blistering with heat. Your hands begin the desperate devouring of clothes, having his shirt unfastened in haste to feel his skin against yours, your body smoothed and squeezed in a touch that leaves you breathless. Your fingers rain trails of exploration over his chest, and the noise he makes as his tongue swirls with yours is pure sin, his touch slipping to your undergarments.

He fights against the lace, a hand slipping within, pulling a gasp from you when his fingers brush against the petals of your sex. You whine at the tease, and he smiles against your lips, pulling from the kiss to look at you through a heavy-lidded gaze, watching the need dance in your eyes. He relents his tease, his fingertips gently stroking the slick of your anticipation, your head thudding back against the door.

The wood feels cool and steadying against your body, skin heating up rapidly, a summer tempest beginning to swell as the stroking of your bundle has you purring softly, John’s lips returning to yours. His body melds into your curves, his cock hard at your hip, his touch rousing the little bolts that spark up your spine. He draws all manner of sweet noises from you, and he swallows back every one of them in each kiss, his free arm locking around your waist.

Lifting you, he carries your barely dressed form to the bed, throwing you down, removing the rest of his clothes as you impatiently pull yourself out of your undies, your stockings shimmied down, receiving his pale skinned, freckle flecked, gorgeous body between your legs. His kisses trail your eager flesh, shifting, hands wandering along the path his lips map, settling at your apex and delving within your folds with a keen, firm drag.

The wet of each lick has little pin pricks skittering over your nerves, the warmth of it catching quickly, your edges caught in the heat of his flame. The roll of his tongue over your clit is slow and full of heat, hands kneading in soft clench upon your thighs, the outline of him through the dimness of your room gilded in the last of the summer light still reasonably visible.

He is a feast for your eyes, his wide back and well-bounded bum so peachy, it invites you to sink your teeth into it, if you weren’t so lost in the delirium of his mouth pressed so keenly against your sex. The heat he evokes burns you to your marrow, the scald of your arousal growing as every flicker of his tongue sends flames skittering through you. The addition of his fingers pushing into your cunt has a sweltering flush of pleasure twining through you, your hands reaching to rest either side of his head.

Neatly shorn stubble prickles at your fingertips, your back arching as he works you with hunger, your dew sparkling upon his fingers. He twists them in a way that has your mouth dropping open, a sound you scarcely believe came from you filling the air, John’s lips wrapping your clit in a suck that is a gentle crush of pillowy heat to begin with, the pull intensifying, little glimmers rushing through you until...

“Oh!” It tears through you, sudden and overbearing, leaving you trembling, your release still rolling through you as his tongue slows, your fluttering walls pulsing around his fingers, withdrawing them as he sits up, inspecting his sodden hand.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell!” he rumbles, shaking the trails of slick from them, chuckling to himself. “Proper enjoyed that, didn’t ya?” He brings those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean before grasping your thighs and yanking you closer to where he kneels, a predatory look glinting the blue of his eyes. “Think you’re ready to get fucked now, ain’t ya?”

“You bloody better,” you mewl, hands trawling his arms as he lowers to you, placing kisses at your sternum. You can feel the head of his cock pressing for entrance, the tip breeching you, but all he gives is a mere inch before pulling back. His mouth closes over your nipple in a warm suck, pushing again, opening you around him, slipping back once more. Oh... you certainly were right. He’s a demon.

“John, please,” you complain, and he has the gall to give you his most innocent, unassuming look. Damn that baby face.

“Please what, bab?”

You chuckle, but it’s pained, hissing a breath when his teeth close upon your nipple. “Please fuck me.”

“I will, love,” he murmurs, mouth moving to your neck, tongue pressing against where your pulse flickers madly. “Eventually.” His teeth lock in another bite, cock breeching you again, a couple of inches parting your needy, soaking walls this time, twitching before abandoning you again. “Gonna make you desperate for it before I do, though.”

“And to think, my friend thought you were so adorable,” you quip, body juddering beneath him, John laughing as his tongue swipes over the crescent of each breast, hands smoothing down your back.

“Your friend don’t fucking know shit.” Indeed, she doesn’t. Your bet? Won already... and he’s barely been inside you.

His merciless tease continues, and every second of it is agonising to your overstimulated body, your cunt streaming needily, yearning for him to simply fill you. When he finally does, you have to hope that Mr. Taggart, the other lodger there above the shoe shop is out for the night from the cadence of your wail, spread wide around the girth of the gangster who offers kisses steeped in sugared embers, fingers trawling through your hair.

No matter how dangerous he is, you desire nothing more than to slap him when he retreats once more, chuckling at your pain. “Alright, fine,” he begins, turning you onto your side, moving to lie behind you. “I suppose I’d better play fair, save spitting me teeth.”

He hauls your leg up so it rests in the cradle of his elbow, hand reaching to grasp his cock. He purposefully rubs himself along your slit, the gloss of your cunt smearing over his thick, veiny shaft, your whimpers reaching crescendo. You need him so badly, you are not above begging, but finally, he plunges into you fully, sating you beautifully. And oh, he feels sublime.

His other hand reaches beneath your neck, turning your head to meet your lips in kisses that scald you, like a summer heatwave cutting through an arctic chill, moaning against your tongue as he arrows you so deeply, you see stars. The rhythm of his fuck is contained to begin with, each daggering into your soft, dripping warmth allowing you to feel every ridge of his cock, falling then into a tempo that has you gasping against his lips.

The snap of his hips has your tits heaving, kissing back every little cry, telling you how good you feel around him, how beautiful you look while you’re getting fucked, moaning into your mouth as his hand slides down to begin stroking your clit in time with every deep thrust. You’re adrift from yourself, cast out onto the vast sea that begins to whirl, the storm that is John leaving you feeling unmoored entirely as he splits you deep and fucks you hard.

“Come on, darlin’. Don’t be shy,” he encourages you, mouth moving to suck a purple welt upon your neck with a deep groan full of smoke and salt. “Let me hear you scream for me.”

You feel the shiver in your muscles spread as he rails you relentlessly, his sweat slicked chest rubbing against your back as your voice breaks on the scream he fucks out of you, your waves flooding his shore as you come hard for him, every fibre of your being alight, twitching and beaming. He slows, giving you time to recover, sliding from you and turning you over, pulling your hips up before re-entering your molten core from behind.

Your pleasure is still warming your bones as he begins to fuck you in all out, brutal carnal fury, groaning deep as he splits you around him, hands clasped at your hips, eyes fixed upon the sight of his cock rapidly assailing your soaking little hole. He pants hard, each twitch of his cock tightened upon by the clutch of your walls as he rapidly has you ascending again, coming with him as he paints your insides white, growling cusses as his release blinds him completely.

You don’t even care about the three shillings you just won; all the prize you need is being turned and pulled into a set of strong arms, sharing kisses with your baby-faced demon as every drop of pleasure he so expertly bestowed upon you ebbs away.

“Fancy letting me do that to you again sometime?” he asks, and you smirk immediately, turning him onto his back and seating yourself astride him.

“You aren’t leaving here until you do it to me at least another three times,” you demand, leaning to kiss the centre of his chest, the vibrations from his chuckle tickling your lips.

“Oh ar, bab. You can count on that.”

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coral0ceans · 6 months

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Effiel Tower

summary: you go to Paris with Vinnie, and both are pretty jet lagged and can’t fall asleep so you both take matters into your own hands

status: relationship

warnings: p in v, praising, pet names, him cumming on her, him going down on her & making out publicly if you squint

a/n: v-line. that’s all i gotta say

I grab Vinnie’s hand automatically when we make our way out of the exit from the building. I feel him squeeze my hand for a moment which is something he’s always done. It’s like he’s reassuring me or maybe himself. I’ve never really asked him about it.

“What time is it?” I say as he opens the door from the Uber that came to pick us up from the Dior fashion show.

“Uhh, let me check,” He says as I enter the car and he enters after he takes his phone out of his pocket “It’s 11:03 pm,” He says and looks at me and does a closed-lip smile.

“Okay,” I say, and lay my head on his shoulder, and close my eyes. Not because I’m tired but cause they kinda hurt. I do not know from what but they hurt a lot.

“Where are you guys headed?” Asks the Uber.

Vinnie answers for both of us. “ Villa La Coste.”

After the car starts to move I feel Vinnie’s hand go over my thigh, his hands are cold. It feels nice, his fingers drawing shapes on me.

A few minutes later the driver says “Alright here we are,” and I raise my head from Vinnie’s shoulder to get my purse to pay him, but Vinnie is one step ahead of me and he is already handing the money to the driver.

I put my wallet back into my purse and got out of the car after Vinnie and said ‘thank you’ to the driver before closing the door.

He takes my hand in his and we walk into the hotel. “I heard there’s a club nearby and Jack is gonna be there with his new French friends,” Vinnie tells me as he presses the arrow pointing up on the elevator.

I give him the look that he knows when I don't want to go somewhere. "But, I already told him, you and me are gonna be sleeping by the time the party starts." He says and I know what that means.

I roll my eyes playfully.

The elevator doors open and we step inside, I take his hands and intertwine my fingers with his, laying my head on his arm since our height is somewhat large. My eyes close before I can stop them and I can't seem to open them up.

I hear the elevator ding and I force myself to open my eyes and take my head off of Vinnie's arm. "Vinnie are you jet lagged?" I ask as we walk hand in hand to our hotel room.

"I am very jet lagged Y/n." He says running his tattooed hand through his hair. "Are you?" He asks looking at me for a second.

"Mhm, I am not tired one bit," I say. "But my eyes like burn for being open for so long."

"You still look beautiful baby," He says as we stop in front of the hotel room door. None of us went into our pockets or purse to open the door.

His hand goes up to move away a strand of hair away from my face and he puts it behind my ear so gently. I look down and notice our hands never let go. I smile bringing his hand up and kissing his knuckles while not looking away from his chocolate-colored eyes.

A pink blush appears on his cheeks and I smile at myself as I bring his hand down with mine to where it was before.

"You are truly enchanting, Y/n." He says as he takes his free hand again and puts it on the side of my neck as he leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth.

My mouth opens slightly and I'm sure he can hear me catch a breath.

"Vinnie." I whisper his name.

He pulls away when he's done kissing the corners of my lips and we are only one inch away from touching each other's lips.

I can't wait any longer.

My lips touch his and my arms wrap around his neck as we kiss passionately. The way his lips feel on mine is so heavenly. His hands find their way to my lower back and touch my ass. He squeezes it causing me to open my mouth almost letting out a moan, but his tongue stops me. Our tongues wrap around each other and I feel myself being pressed against the hotel door.

Reality kicks in and realize anybody could walk by or even a fan and see us kissing. So, I pull both of us away. "Vinnie give me the room key," I say licking my lips and then biting my top lip.

He looks for it in his front pockets and takes out a white card. I turn around and put the key in, the light turns from red to green and we rush inside the door. I throw my purse somewhere in the corner and take off my shoes. Leaving me in a black short Dior dress.

Vinnie takes off his blazer and shoes as well. Then picks me up and takes me to the bed. I laugh at his movements and he smiles when he hears me laugh.

He puts me down on the bed and my small dress goes up to my hips showing him my black thong. I notice what is happening and quickly lower my dress.

Acting like he isn't going to be seeing me naked in a few minutes.

"What was that?" He asks looking at me. I just shrug my shoulders acting confused.

"Are you wearing a thong?" He said surprised since I wasn't the type of girl to wear thongs out and about.

"Maybe," I say looking up at him since he's standing up and I'm laying down.

He pulls my dress up so softly like it's the thinnest fabric, his cheeks go a little shade of pink before biting his bottom lip. He smirks before letting go of my dress and climbing on top of me. I smile as we both lean in and kiss each other roughly.

We both want this.

One of my hands runs through his hair while the other starts to unbutton his white shirt.

I'm halfway unbuttoning his shirt when he starts to kiss my jaw and neck. A light moan escapes my lips. He kisses every part of me so well.

"Take your shirt off, V," I say and he does so, throwing the white button shirt somewhere in the hotel room. I look at his tatted body I can feel myself getting wetter than before.

He then goes back down to my neck and pecks my skin so lovingly till my collarbone. He trails kisses back to my lips and smiles at me.

"Can I take your dress off?" He asks so innocently.

We both know he is far away from innocent.

"Don't ask Vinnie, just do it, please. I want you." I say and that seems to click the right buttons.

He goes to my side and pulls down the zipper then pulls my dress down. "Even though I've seen you naked a bunch of times now, you still make me get nervous like it's the first time all over again."

I smile at his words. He always knows what to say in the perfect moment.

He then goes back to kissing my body, feeling his hand going on my sides. Skin to skin, but one goes to my back and unclips my strapless bra. He takes it off my chest and it disappears around the room with the other clothes.

He kisses my tits and plays with them with his fingers, pinching them and pulling softly not wanting to hurt me. He then trails kisses straight down my body till he reaches my thong.

His teeth bite down on the fabric and pull down to my thighs, his hands the rest of the work and take it off me.

I’m definitely soaked.

“So gorgeous for me.” He says, kissing the inner of my thighs. I feel my legs close but his hands are holding them apart.

God, he's so hot.

His kisses start getting closer to my core. I feel his tongue lick my cunt and holy fucking shit.

It felt so good. Me and Vinnie haven't had sex in like a month. We have been so busy we haven't had time to pleasure each other. But now, we have the time and it seems like my body forgot how good Vinnie can make me feel.

I threw my head back on the pillow closing my eyes. My mouth opens as I feel his tongue playing with my clit. My legs go on top of his shoulders and he has both of his hands on top of my thighs holding me steady as he eats me out.

He sucks on my clit and switches to tongue fucking me.

Moans leave my mouth as he keeps his actions. I missed this so much. "Oh God," I say arching my back feeling close already.

I'm about to cum, but he pulls away and gets off the bed.

"Vinnie, please why'd you stop," I say as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down.

Realization hits me again.

"I don't want this to be over just yet baby," He says pulling down his boxers and his dick is already leaking pre-cum. He comes back to the bed and kisses up my stomach, breast, and lastly my lips.

My legs wrap around him as he strokes himself, then slowly goes inside of me.

I hear a groan escape his lips and he drops his head into my neck, biting my skin a little.

I feel him stretch out my walls again and I bite my lip holding back a moan.

He kisses my neck before lifting his head to look at me. "Tell me when you want me to start moving babe." He says moving a hair away from my face.

I try to get adjust to his size and once I do I tell him to start moving.

He goes slowly at first but he starts to speed up and again, holy fucking shit.

All you can hear in the room is our moans and groans combined with a little bit of the bed creaking. My hands go to his back and scratch his skin as he keeps going in and out of me.

He whispers in my ear how tight I am and how good this feels.

I feel the same feeling I had earlier come up again and I close my eyes, head on the pillow. Vinnie's head is back on my neck as he kisses and marks my neck with his lips.

"I'm so close baby." He says as he speeds up his pace holding my hips with one of his hands.

Moans escape my mouth as I cum, a few seconds later he pulls out and comes on my stomach as he jerks himself and moans a little.

"Oh fuck" He says changing his position to laying next to me.

He sits up quickly shocking me, he reaches for something on the nightstand, and it's a tissue. He cleans my stomach that had his cum and says, "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry V, it's honestly okay I liked it. All of what happened just now," I say going up to kiss his cheek. "And either way I'd rather have you do that instead of getting me pregnant," I say and he chuckles at the last part.

"I'll be back okay?" He says and I nod my head. He puts his boxers on and goes to the bathroom. Then comes back with a damp towel and cleans me. "Thanks, babe."

"Of course, here have my shirt." He says handing me a shirt from his suitcase. I put it on and looked for my underwear.

I find it and put it on as well. I go back to bed where Vinnie is already lying down waiting for me.

I get in the sheets with him and I see something glow out the window.

Oh my God.

"Vinnie! Look look!" I say turning him so he can see what I see.

The Effiel Tower is sparkling.

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satorhime · 2 years

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˚‧ ✰ ˓ ˖ AITA FOR FUCKING MY SON’S GIRLFRIEND? aka me randomly thinking about how fanon!toji in some fics would be one of those guys to post in AITA on reddit for validation 😭

my son [21M] and i [43M] have always had tension. its probably because i left when he was a kid and he was raised by my enemy [34M] but since then we've been trying to patch up our relationship through phone conversations and occasional meetups. my son's got all of my looks and none of my game, but he managed to pull a girl way out of his league. i've met her once or twice and she's a sweet lil thing, too fuckin' hot for that little runt of mine. so 'cause my son and his girl are trying to get a house in the city, he asks if they can stay with me for a while. get their money up. i agreed. i got a pretty big place and i thought it'd be cool.

wrong. my son's girlfriend is a fuckin' minx. always walking around in short skirts and tempting me by bending over in front of me while i'm just trying to watch the fuckin' game. handing me my beers when i don’t ask for them and complimenting me on my muscles after i come home from the gym. i put distance for a while, but here's where i might be TA: so one night while my son's asleep, i gotta take a piss and i go to my bathroom but she's already in there doing a skincare routine or whatever tf girls do to keep their skin shiny and shit. i'm about to apologize and take a piss outside but she says that i can come in, we're family now, etc etc. so i'm taking a piss right and she's doing her skincare shit. she's just chatting like we're old friends, then she says she sees where megs got his good looks, that i'm hot for an old guy, etc etc. then as i'm about to put my dick away and get tf out of there, she grabs it. says she wants me. and c'mon, what am i supposed to do? not get my dick wet just because she's my son's girlfriend? funny. so we fuck. hand over her mouth and shit. telling her she deserves a real man, not that rugrat snoring in my guest bedroom rn. and then i send her back to bed. walking all funny and skincare routine not even complete. idk reddit i feel like i'm TA bc i’m trying to patch my rs up with my son and be a good dad . i also told my buddies and they said i'm a dick for fucking his hot little gf so reddit, AITA? should i tell my son?

#a story by toji ♡#I’M SO UNSERIOUS SKSKSKSKSKSKS #all of the comments would be flaming the shit out of him #this is satire btw 😭😭😭

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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holy shit im just thinking about hate fucking stan in kyle's house or something.

like if nobody was home so kyle held "a get together" with you, stan, himself, eric, and kenny.

imagine you guys were playing stupid drinking games and stuff and you and stan had been hooking up but you really didn't like eachother (because you guys were nothing alike and genuinely just used eachother for sex). you were both just really horny so you started arguing over nothing for an excuse.

"fuck you, that's not even how this shit works!" "you're making a scene." "okay then, let's take this conversation elsewhere." "fine!"

–is likely how that conversation would go before heading to kyle's bedroom where you'd viciously make out and strip from your pants and underwear only.

"what'd eric say about me earlier?" you ask in-between kisses. stan gets aligned with your entrance, slowly pushing into you, leaning down to hover his face over yours as he does so. he places a kiss on your lips before whispering "said you hated me,"

"i do." you add out loud.

"said you'd rather die than have drunk sex with me. too bad you do it sober too." he chuckles.

"you're– fucking ridiculous stanley." you grunt softly as he starts to move once you've adjusted to his size for a moment.

stan would place his hand on your lower stomach, putting pressure as he moves his thumb to play with your clit, pulling soft moans from your lips. "we gotta be fast. and shut up, you're so loud."

"you know you like it." you tease and stan aggressively thrusts into you, causing a gasp to leave your mouth before a giggle is let out. "don't be so mad about the truth, stanley."

"shut up." he rolls his eyes and pounds hard into your tight cunt, bringing you closer to your release. "'m not gonna last much longer stanle–y." your voice separates with his hard thrusts stopping your voice from getting out properly.

"that's alright baby," he groans. "cum for me."

even though he wasn't ready.

you grab his shoulders and pull him down into your chest, muffling your orgasm into his shoulder as he stays still inside you. "fuck stan.".

you hear a knock on the door, "hey are you guys good in there?" you hear kyle say.

"yeah, fine." stan responds, standing up and immediately you miss the warmth of his body over yours.

"cartman's about to go twerk half naked on the side of the road for money, so hurry up with your gay argument." kyle says from outside the door before you hear footsteps of him walking away.

when stan looks at you with the same confused expression you have on your face the two of you giggle together before he pulls out, pulling up his pants (hes still hard asf mind you) and throwing you your own.

"thanks." you say referring to the pants. you watch as he shrugs and watched you put on your clothing.

"wanna.. i don't know. do this at one of our houses some time. instead of always doing it at school or.. at kyle's house i guess." stan offers and you giggle softly.

"my house tomorrow night at six, don't be late or else you'll have to come through my window." you wink and walk out the door where he soon follows after.

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tachimichishrine · 6 months

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tachihara machizou x fem! hirotsu's daughter! reader

warnings: nsfw ; shower sex ; oral (receiving); masturbation (m); cursing ; bondage; fluff to smut ; idk how to write warnings; unedited ill do that later

being a part of the black lizard had its fun, but some days were boring, like today; tachihara slumped his body against the wall as he stole glances at hirotsu, who seemed just as disinterested.

"cigarette?" the old man offered, placing one in his mouth and lighting it while gunshots rang out in the background. some small rival organization - even rival was a generous word - had "forgotten" to pay back the port mafia. one warning was given and they were told to go fuck themselves, so the black lizard battalion was called. apparently, this organization had some kind of powerful ability users as executives, but whoever they were, they didn't show up for the slaughter.

grunts, low level thugs and anyone else got caught in the crossfire. both mafia members watched the wall of suits fire off enough gunshots to fill up the night sky if bullets were stars.

"i still don't get why we gotta be here for this," tachihara grumbled, taking the offer and placing the plume of smoke to his lips. "seems like they just talk a whole lot of shit."

"it's never wrong to be cautious," the senior member retorted. he puckered his lips and made a ring of grey that floated listlessly in the atmosphere alongside the smell of blood. "the boss specifically warned me about a dangerous woman who could wipe out our troops in one shot."

lips curled around the cigarette, sucked on the nicotine and exhaled pure sarcasm. "yeah, well looks like she's a real pain in our asses."

a few moments passed in silence - or rather, with only white noise echoing in the abandoned warehouse, white noise being a steady stream of gunshots. it was music to both their ears - and surely enough, no one showed up. every thug had enough bullet holes in them to make the notion that a single one survived laughable. tachihara pressed his forearm to the wall and pushed himself off, stretching dramatically with a sigh.

before he could complain again about how lame this mission was, the wall exploded.

not so much an "explosion" as a deformation. it was pushed back, and tachihara barely had the time to react before a giant hole was pierced and a woman came out.

"well, fuck," she glanced at the sea of corpses on the ground, then back at tachihara with a playful smirk. "I guess you're the mafia shithead who I was just told I gotta put down. sucks that I got here late though; if you hadn't killed all my subordinates, I might've let you live, pretty boy."

she looked young, too young to be an executive. despite this, she walked with the kind of confidence that got his skin crawling in anticipation. finally, this night gets more interesting.

he pulled his guns out of their holsters and pointed them straight at her face, mimicking her expression. "you're shit out of luck, lady, 'cause I'm gonna-"

"[_____]?"

hirotsu, who had been briefly blown out of the way, came walking back in with a look of shock on his face. the redhead rolled his eyes; he didn't care whether or not the old man knew this lady, he was going to blow her brains out.

only, as his gaze reverted back onto her, she had the same expression as hirotsu did.

in fact, she was blushing, embarrassed like a schoolgirl who'd gotten caught.

"...dad?!"

what the fuck?

tachihara felt his hands lower a little as he took in the situation, and his eyes just kept darting to his superior, then to his enemy. shellshocked isn't the right word, they were looking at each other like neither had a clue what to say.

"shouldn't you be in school?!"

"dad, since when are you in the fucking mafia?!"

"language!"

the woman dropped her gun, groaning with her face in her hands, muttering to herself. "great, this is great. what the hell?! I knew you did shady business, but I didn't think-"

"is this where your university fund money has gone?" the mafioso's face was red too, from what could only be guessed to be anger mixed in with shame and shock.

"no, I'm still in class, I just... hey, don't distract me, old man. why didn't you tell me you were in the port mafia?"

"why didn't you tell me you were a gangster?!"

"because it's none of your business!"

tachihara's presence grew smaller and smaller as he watched the whole debate happen. it was awkward in a manner he couldn't describe, as he felt not only that he was intruding, but that this was definitely not something he should be listening to. he tucked his guns away, mostly out of respect for hirotsu and the fact that he wasn't about to shoot what appeared to be his daughter.

a few moments later they were hugging.

"sorry dad," she muttered as she pulled away from the embrace. "if I had known, I would've told you..."

"it's alright, but you shouldn't keep things like these from me, [_____]."

sighing, the woman chuckled nervously then promised she wouldn't. she crossed her arms and leaned her back against the deformed wall, then took a look around. she seemed to suddenly notice that tachihara was still there.

"well..." she looked at him then giggled a little, likely embarrassed about the whole situation. "I guess I'm not gonna kill you after all, huh?"

he didn't know what to say, because what is there to say? obviously, this conflict couldn't go anywhere further. thankfully, hirotsu intervened. "what will you tell your superiors?"

"no idea. they just called me to ask me to return to base to protect all of these hopeless fuckers-"

"language."

her eyes rolled. "dad, I'm not 5, I can swear. pretty boy here agrees, don't you, red?"

it took tachihara a moment to realize she was talking about him. once again, his mouth opened but his boss was quicker to respond.

"do you throw yourself at all men like this, [_____]? I thought I raised you better than that."

ignoring his comment with a wave of her hand in the air as though swatting away a fly, she continued. "as I was saying, they just called me. I could technically tell them that I got here too late and the culprits were gone, but I don't think that would bode well with the news that they just lost 90% of their entry-level grunts."

slightly annoyed, the tuffs of grey hair nodded. "you're right, they won't. what's your plan, then?"

a shrug and a pursing of lips. "no clue. you sure I can't just kill red and bring his body to-"

"why don't you just join the port mafia?"

the suggestion came from the one who had barely spoken all night. of course, he didn't think hirotsu would actually let him be used as a scapegoat, but all this banter felt useless. "since your organization is dead in the water anyways. if you just leave, they'll kill you as their final act, but if you join the mafia, you'll have protection."

another shrug. "he's not wrong," she said, "plus, I could just work with you."

hirotsu wanted to protest, but logically, they were both right. despite not wanting his daughter to get involved, he had faith in the mafia like no other member, and was loyal to no ends.

and that's how hirotsu [_____] found herself a member of the black lizard.

her father hated it, of course. the only people who knew they were related was tachihara and gin, the latter picking up on it after a while of noticing them bickering like they had a past.

over time, tachihara got snippets of the story. it seems like at some point, the old man had some sort of relationship with a woman who didn't know he was in the port mafia. time progressed, and they drifted apart. 5 years later, he saw her again with a child's hand in her own.

it was the only time hirotsu had ever requested time off from the mafia.

it was awkward, his former lover telling him that she didn't think he needed to know about it because she wanted to raise the child herself. however, that's not the kind of man he was, let alone the kind of man he'd ever been. it started by asking her name, then he wanted to be properly introduced to her. after a few years, he would have coffee with his partially estranged daughter every other month. he often sent money, which was never used out of pride. when [_____] decided to pursue her studies, she found the stash of cash her mother had been hiding and decided she didn't care for pride. apparently, she was jumped when getting home after a long day of lectures, and her use of her ability got people talking. before she knew it, she was being recruited to the underground for enough money to set her for life.

it took several years for her relationship with hirotsu to improve, but there seemed to be some kind of mutual respect between father and daughter.

not in the mafia.

"dad, I'm not going to do something just because you-"

"I'm your superior, [_____], you can't give me attitude like a teenager. and don't call me dad in these settings."

tachihara thought it was funny. she seemed to like innocently getting on her dad's nerves, and she often used him to do it. she'd get bold some nights and flirt with him right in front of the old man's face. tachihara would feel guilty if he didn't think it was fucking hilarious.

on this particular evening, she didn't seem to have anything better to do than pester him and do her absolute best to get on his nerves.

"so you're saying you've never seen him drunk? not even once?" she giggled, sitting on the table as he tried to write his report for their last mission. her feet were swinging and the table would shake with every swing of her legs, and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate.

"no, look, can you just shut the fuck up for a second so I can write this?" he nearly snapped the pencil in half. her smirk only grew at the sight of him being frustrated. "do you really have nothing better to do with your time?"

"nahh." her chest vibrated with a playful chuckle. she tilted her head at him, then slammed her hand onto the pile of papers he was trying to fill in. "this is lame, paperwork isn't for our kind. c'mon, don't tell me this isn't boring you out of your mind, red. let's go do something else."

one fleeting thought of 'fuck it', and suddenly they were at a bar, downing shots like they were on a mission.

"I bet... you couldn't handle 3 more," she slurred, liquid swirling around dangerously close to the rim of the glass, threatening to spill over. somehow, her shit eating grin was unaffected by the liquor; if anything, she'd gotten worse. her fingers would settle on his thighs grip too tight and too far up, the tips of her shoes would play footsie with him, and she straight-up tried to kiss him a few times. she couldn't handle her drinks very well, and he had only now realized what a stupid decision it was to take her up on her offer.

"that's enough for the whole month, [_____]," he rolled his eyes with his signature scoff, and grabbed her wrist to push it away from where she was teasing at. "you need to go home."

"are you finally gonna take me home, pretty boy?" she tried to lean in again, and he scooted backwards. flirting with his boss' daughter for fun was one thing, but something about her demeanor tonight seemed serious. he just hoped she was too drunk to remember the blush dusting his cheekbones.

"I am going to call you a cab." he enunciated every word clearly so she understood it, but as soon as his hand reached into his pocket, she placed hers on top to stop him.

the look in her eyes looked completely sober.

"I'm serious," she whispered, and he could practically feel her gaze on his lips. her eyes darted back up to his own, but before she could say something else that would confuse him further, she seemed to realize her words and her entire face flushed a deeper colour.

she stammered something incomprehensible, threw way too much cash onto the table and walked (if you can call it that) outside. tachihara didn't know what to do, so he just watched her go. she'll probably be fine. probably.

he didn't know why his face felt so hot and his cheeks hurt from a subtle smile.

weeks later, and they'd made a tradition of skipping out on reports to go do something, anything except what they were supposed to do. walking along abandoned streets at night in hopes of picking up a fight, or going to a bar and picking someone for the other to take in a fistfight. a lot of it involved fighting. all of it, really. they'd show up to work the next day littered in matching bruises, and hirotsu's face would glow red and he'd have to excuse himself. giggling like children who knew exactly what they were doing.

tonight, tachihara got knocked out by a man twice his size, and it took her using her ability to get him to back off her partner in crime. she dragged him to her apartment to put some ice on it.

"that was really funny," she teased, tossing him a bag of assorted frozen items to place on his temple, which took the brunt of it. "I though you were really a goner for a second, there."

"ha, ha." the sarcasm was dry, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the thrill of seeing his life flash before his eyes. "I would've liked to see you try."

"an ambulance had to pick up the guy after I was done with him," she retorted, sitting on the sofa next to him with her feet up on the armrest. "actually, I've been meaning to ask you something."

a sigh in response. he took off the frozen bag from his skin and set it on the table, then looked at her. she winced.

"that's gonna need stitches, tachi," she remarked, then thought for a little bit. "I have glue somewhere, we can use that for now then have the port mafia medic fix it tomorrow, yeah?"

she didn't wait for a response, disappeared and reappeared after a string of curses thrown at herself for not being organized enough to know where she puts things. she had what was possibly medical glue but also possibly craft glue in her hands, and she glared at him. "lay down, dr. [_____] is here to save the day."

he quirked up a brow, then quickly relaxed his face after realizing the pain that was brought on by doing that. "weren't you drunk earlier tonight?"

"greatness knows not the bounds of liquor."

"what the fuck does that mean?"

she only giggled, then sat next to his head as she pinched together the skin and tried to apply the glue. her hands were shaking and it was clear she had no idea what she was doing, but tachihara prayed she was doing more good than harm. although, who knows.

"ow, ow, take it fucking easy," he grit his teeth together as she manhandled his injury. he could've sworn he saw her grinning at his pain.

"calm down princess, I'm done," she raised her hands in a sign of innocence, then took a closer look at her work.

tachihara watched in slow motion as her gaze moved further and further up his face.

"is... is your hair dyed?"

the room went dead silent. he had no idea what to respond, and for the first time since he joined the mafia, he felt stupid for letting his guard down. how did he forget to retouch his roots and then let someone get so close? how-

"you'd look really cute with black hair."

...what?

"that's your natural hair colour, right?" she kept going, raking her fingertips through his hair. "man, I feel lied to, I called you red for so long. why'd you dye it?"

"because I fuckin' felt like it," he grumbled out, having no other response. he felt such relief when she just giggled to his answer.

"fair enough. red was definitely the right colour, though. you'd look like shit if you went blonde."

he was so glad she let it go. he tried to sit upright, his head still throbbing from the pain, but she just looked at him curiously.

"I'll get you another mystery frozen item from the freezer," she laughed, getting up and rummaging through her kitchen. even with her face in the door of the fridge, she spoke, "I still haven't asked you my question from before, by the way. I just wanted to know how you got into the mafia."

out of one tight situation and into another.

he considered it; he considered it long and hard, way before she'd ever even asked the question. most of the time, if anyone asks, he'd just say it was none of their business. but he couldn't get away with that kind of response with her.

so, he told the truth.

"my... my brother joined the army during the great war. I just... I hated being compared to him by my family, so I wanted to get as far away as possible from his path, and ended up at the mafia. nothing much to it."

at least, part of the truth.

she pulled her face out of the fridge, looking at his expression for a moment. she tossed him another frozen bag and quickly sat back at his side.

"that sucks. was dying your hair also part of your rebellious phase?"

his nostrils flared at her teasing and he rolled his eyes, barely holding back a grin. "shut up."

laughing, she moved her body closer to his and put a hand on his delicately. "seriously, though, sorry to hear that your family didn't treat you right. I mean... I don't have that with my parents, but I know that it's tough being compared with someone else. but I don't know how that would apply to you. you're literally who I wanted to grow up to be."

he put down the ice pack because clearly it was affecting his hearing.

"like... I dunno. you're a badass who doesn't take shit from anybody. I mean, sure, you get your ass handed to you in bar fights and you don't have an ability, but so what? dad respects you, and so do I. not really sure how your brother compares to that."

this time, there wasn't anything to hide the stupid expression on his face. he just looked at her blankly like he'd never received a compliment in his life, which made her laugh even more.

"man, you really do have self-esteem issues, dontcha? if I had known you couldn't handle compliments, I would've said this ages ago. anyways," she got up, again, and stretched out her back, "don't worry about it, let's pretend that conversation ended there. so, are we dying your hair at your place or mine? because I don't have any dye and the store closes soon if we're gonna go buy some."

his mind could barely keep up with the way she was jumping from topic to topic. in the end, he just pushed his confession and her response to the back of his mind, and got up as well with a shrug. "my place, then. but you don't need to-"

"nonsense! I've been wanting to try to dye someone else's hair forever. plus, you're my partner in crime, I can't let anyone see that you're a big fat liar of a redhead."

her laugh felt so comforting to him. he felt like he was floating out of her apartment, out onto the street and all the way back to his own. his mind was just a blur (maybe it was from a concussion from the blow?) and in no time, he found himself sitting down with his head in between her thighs, gloved fingers massaging his scalp.

"okay, so the instructions say to rinse off and you're good!" she beamed, looking at her work proudly. "no need to thank me, by the way. despite my professional work, this one's on the house."

he chuckled, getting up and being careful not to get anything to touch the stained hair. "fine, then I won't thank you. I could've done this myself too, but you insisted, so if anything I should be charging you money."

shaking her head aggressively, she placed a finger on his lips while attempting to look solemn. "in that case, let us never speak of this again."

a few more minutes, and he was in the shower, the excess red streaming down from the water and making a puddle at his feet. she kept talking to him, loudly, from the other side of the door.

"how's it going so far?"

"it's almost all out, just be patient, damn," he laughed back, the final bits of red coming out of his hair until all the water that went through his hair came out clear. he turned off the faucet, and the stream stopped. he had barely dried his hair and wrapped a towel around his hips before he saw the door open.

"[_____], what the fuck-"

"sh, I want to see how it came out," she strolled right up to him and grabbed his face with one hand, tilting it in different directions to see all angles of his wet hair. as if he wasn't nearly naked right now. as if this was perfectly normal. "it looks good, but it's still wet so the colour doesn't show fully yet, right?"

he grabbed her hand and pulled it off of his face, looking at her seriously. "[_____], don't play dumb, you-"

"... saw an opportunity to see you shirtless, and I took it," she shot him a grin. then she suddenly seemed to get a little sad as she shook her head. "sorry, that isn't funny. um... I'll wait outside."

he watched her walk out just as quickly as she walked in. he slipped on his clothes quickly, then walked out to go find her standing at the entrance, putting on her shoes. ready to leave.

"hey, what are you..."

she cut him off, not even maintaining eye contact as she slipped her heel downwards and tied up the shoelaces. "look, tachi, I'm sorry. I just get excited sometimes and forget you don't feel the same way."

"what the fuck do you mean, don't feel the same way?"

now, her gaze met his. she looked confused. "I told you, weeks ago, that I was serious about the flirting. I even tried to kiss you, and kept dodging, so I got the message. it's fine, I get it. boss' daughter, or maybe I'm just not your type or whatever, but it's okay. I don't mind, I'm getting over it."

"holy fuck, [_____], you were drunk when you said that and I thought you were..."

he couldn't finish his thought. it was hard not to notice the hope in her eyes as she seemed to realize that he hadn't actually said no yet.

so, he said yes.

she kicked off her shoes hastily as his hands went to her waist and he pushed her back against the wall, lips eagerly devouring hers. her head slammed backwards, but her hips were pushed forwards to meet his own. her hands on his chest; one of his on her waist while the other secured itself at the base of her neck, pulling her in closer.

it was hot sweaty and fast, and they ended up back in the shower. he didn't expect her hands to roam the way they did, but she'd managed to have his entire chest coated in her touch before they even made it inside.

she murmured his name into his lips, and he responded by biting her lower lip harder. her fingertips were now on his back, his tight frame feeling warm and so right as it grinded on hers. her thigh went up to his side, and tachihara realized just how much she wanted him. fuck. he couldn't believe he waited so long for this for no reason.

he dropped down to his knees. as soon as she saw him look up, her thighs clenched together and he could feel them shaking in anticipation. he threw one leg over his shoulder and his breath barely hit her pussy before he was eating her out like a man starved.

and she was so damn loud. every flick of his tongue on her clit, every time he sucked on her lips, every thrust of his fingers inside of her, she seemed to get more vocal. at first, it was just curses, mumbling fuck like it was the only word left in her vocabulary. then his name. he'd never heard her say it like that before; she'd called him tachi sometimes, but never michizou. just the sound had him dragging his free hand from her ass down to his erection, palming himself as she kept moaning out for him. it was worse when she'd roll out the praises. fuck you feel so good... michizou, hngg... fuck keep doing it like that, you're so perfect... and she'd gasp as he sucked on her needy pussy and tell him how perfect he felt inside of her all over again.

he couldn't even handle getting her to climax before he lost control. his face was still buried between her legs, but he couldn't concentrate on the way her hips would grind on his face anymore. he needed relief and he needed it fast. she glanced down to find him pounding himself, and her hand at the back of his head gripped down on his hair and yanked him upwards. back on his feet, she brought his lips back to her own before briefly pulling away, spitting in her hand and taking his cock in it.

his forehead was pressed up against hers, but he was having trouble maintaining the kiss through broken moans and grunts. he'd try to bite his lower lip to muffle a whimper, but every time he did, she would just pump him harder until it was impossible to muffle the sounds he was making. every scream from his lips drove her pace to the next gear until he was coming undone under the soft drizzle of hot water droplets, washing down his cum from her stomach.

she took it slower, gentler as he felt so fucking raw from falling apart so fast under her touch. she let go of him and placed his cock between her thighs and pressed them together, letting him rock his hips and fuck them as she kisses him again. her lips get rougher, as she goes from peppering his jawline with love to nibbling on his earlobe to piercing his skin and leaving marks on his neck that won't go away anytime soon. he arcs his neck backwards, tilting his chin upwards to give her better access as she gets greedier and greedier, taste of his flesh intoxicating her.

"michizou..." she sighed into his skin, then brought his face back up to her level, one hand in his hair and the other positioned on his abdomen as her thighs are glistening from the hot water vapor of the shower, her arousal trickling down and the pre-cum already leaking out his tip. "fuck, michizou, your body... you're so gorgeous, I just want to wreck you until you forget your own fucking name." her words weren't particularly sultry or pretty, but the way she was murmuring it into another kiss got him hard all over again.

"baby, can we... bedroom..." the ask barely left her lips before his hands went onto her hips, lifting her up a little bit as they stumbled out of the shower, barely wiped themselves dry with the towels and connected their mouths again as he pulled her to his room. she backed him inside then pushed his shoulders, his back bouncing on the mattress as he realized this was the first time he was seeing her, fully bare in front of him, in his bedroom. just the sight of her perky tits and curves got saliva pooling under his tongue and eyes scanning her hungrily.

she turned her head around, looking in his room for a few moments before opening drawers and boxes like she was in a hurry to locate something. he shot her a look.

"[_____], what are you..."

she pulled out two belts from a drawer with a grin on her lips.

fuck.

she murmured something about not needing to do this if he didn't want to as she climbed on top of him and kissed him gently, but he just rutted his hips upwards in a desperate motion to show her just how much he wanted her.

in one motion, his wrists were tied together with the first belt and pinned above his head. in another, he was biting down on worn leather and a makeshift gag was soaking up all the drool he couldn't control. that was the point: he couldn't control anything. and it felt so fucking amazing.

she kept stealing glances at him as she checked to make sure he was still on board, and when he gave her a slow nod, she flipped him onto his stomach and secured his hips under her own, legs spread out over his ass.

with only her hips, she pushed him downwards so that his dick pushed up against the sheets and the mattress. she knew it wasn't enough to do anything but edge him until he went mad, and no matter how much the bed was shaking and the frame was creaking, it wouldn't be as good as what he felt fucking her thighs. but the view was so damn pretty: his face drowning messily in the sheets, mouth gagged and wrists tied together. she grabbed a handful of his wet hair and yanked him back as she grinded slowly on his ass, dripping lustfully onto him.

it was fun edging him, but the muffled whimpers signaled he was desperate. giving into his desires, she plunged her hand between his parted legs and gripped onto his cock which was humping the mattress. she just held him with a hard grip, and he did all the work for himself, thrusting his hips as well as he could while pinned down by her weight and restrained. tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes. he wanted to tell her how badly he needed her, but the damn gag was turning his pleas into muffled whimpers and moans.

she finally let him out from under her body and flipped him onto his back, but not before stealing in a smack on his ass, which was now coated in her pussy's tears.

"want me to fuck you, baby?" she murmured with a smirk, leaning down to let her lips brush up against the shell of his ear. "is that what you wanna say?"

he nodded hastily, no more shame as now the only thing he could feel was the need for her tight pussy around him. she loosened the gag, then slid it off of his mouth in order to kiss him again. "I wanna hear you. I wanna hear your pretty voice telling me how good I'm fucking your cock, yeah? can you do that for me, michi?"

he couldn't even respond as she lowered herself onto him and dragged a long moan from deep within his lungs, which were on fire. he could barely breathe, he could barely think. all he could do was what she told him and jut his hips upwards to hit her as deep as possible. all the control she had and she couldn't help but curl her toes and dig her fingernails into his shoulders as he screamed out her name and groaned with every thrust. his eyes squeezed shut as he let the feeling wash over him, but they didn't stay that way for long as they locked onto her tits, which were bouncing up and down with her on him, not to mention her face was hot and her hair was still wet from the shower.

it was too much, too fast, despite the slow build up she forced him to endure, suddenly he found himself choking as he tried to tell her that he was close. she was first; walls collapsed around him and she exhaled a thready verse of his name. she finally let him pull out at the last minute, and he came all over himself, stomach coated in the warm sticky liquid. her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath as she watched him, then unfastened the restraints around his wrists.

he wiped his stomach clean with one of the sheets and tossed it somewhere in the corner, a problem for tomorrow, then slipped under the rest of them.

she shot him a hesitant look. "do you want... can I stay?"

he grabbed her wrist and pulled her body onto his, then pressed a lazy kiss on her forehead. "always."

"sap," she teased, snuggling into his warmth and wrapping her arms around his waist. "my dad is gonna go fucking feral when he hears about this."

a gentle chuckle. "isn't that what you've been tryin' to do ever since day 1?"

"shut up, sap," she grumbled into his chest, eyes fluttering shut as she remembers his hair then fluffs it. she craned her neck upwards to get a better look, and smiled softly. "the dye turned out well."

"next time, I'll let the colour grow out," he whispered, dreamy amber eyes looking at her through low eyelids, "since you said it would look cute."

"sap!" she cried out again dramatically, then kissed him slowly again before looking at his face again. "I really did mean it, by the way. when I said that you're perfect to me."

he blushed; somehow, that was what brought the most colour to his face all night. still, he was without a response. he just slid his fingers up her back and pulled her closer. he buried his nose in the top of her head before he thought of a response. "sap."

"shut up."

they giggled and fell asleep in a world where everything was right.

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gazs-blue-hat · 6 months

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What REALLY happened at the end of MWIII

SPOILERS AHEAD! PLEASE PLEASE DNI IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS

This is based off of convos I've had with @sofasoap about what really happened at the end of the game

(The gif is us BTW)

The smack against Johnny's temple shook him quite a bit. Having a pistol go off right next to your ear isn't something very comfortable either. So while Price and Gaz disarmed the bomb, he lay on the ground his eyes unfocused and dazed. There was blood in his eyes, streaming from the cut on his head. Headwounds always bleed a lot anyway, and his shoulder wound was only adding to the crimson on the ground. After the bomb was taken care of and his ears had stopped ringing, he was able to hear the last bit of Price's sentence. "-KIA." "The fuck? I'm not dead!" He went to grab his radio but his arm burst into pain. Oh...that's right. His arm got shot. At least he would be symmetrical now. One shot from Las Almas, one shot from here. Great. "Stay down Johnny...don't mess this up..." Simon mumbled as he patted his vest and disconnected his radio. "Mess what up?" He started to say before Simon put a gloved hand over his mouth. Johnny rolled his eyes and decided that taking a nap would be good right about now. "Yeah...make it believable. Ghost, put some more blood on the other side of his head.." Gaz was getting involved now, a grin on his face. ----------- "You can't be serious.." Johnny was sitting in medical, his arm and temple being stitched up as he pouted. "Deathly." Price said while filling out the correct paperwork. His own death certificate.

Gaz snorted in the corner as he started filling up an urn with the ashes of some other poor soldier who didn't make it. "Makarov thinks you're dead. That's a win for us. We get a new guy and you work in the shadows." Price looked up at Ghost who patted Johnny's un-wounded shoulder. "Like in Las Almas." Simon said softly. Johnny was starting to understand now. The long game...that made sense. "Alright. I get it. But the urn? Seriously Gaz?" "Gotta make it look legit. Now...where do you want your ashes spread?" Kyle was smirking and Johnny rolled his eyes. "I don't fuckin' know. How about the highlands? Over the ocean? Sounds kinda interesting." Simon snorted next to him. "Basic bitch.." He grumbled while standing to grab a backpack to carry the urn in. --------

There they went, the ashes floating over the ocean.

"Well...looks like I need a new callsign." Johnny said while shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands in his pockets. he smiled and nudged Simon with his elbow. "Hey, you're not the only dead man on the team anymore! perhaps I should be Ghost now." Simon rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nah, needs to start with S, so we don't get you confused. How about Sprit. With that haircut of yours, you look like that fuckin' animated horse." They all looked at Simon. "You watch cartoons mate?" Gaz asked while raising his eyebrow. "Sue me, the music was good." Was the sharp reply. There was silence for a moment before Gaz spoke up again. "When I pretend to die, I wanna be called Spectre or something. Something epic and scary. nothing like your basic ones." "How about none of you pretend to die anymore okay? Jesus, you're all twisted." Price sighed while putting his hat back on his head. "Oh! We need to give you a new name sir! When you inevitably need to fake your death too," Soap said while they began to walk away from the cliff. "That's not-" "Phantom." Simon. "Nah, too basic. Cash Money is better. Because his name is Price." Gaz. "Peepaw." Everybody froze and looked at Soap. "Peepaw?" Price repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Johnny, I'm only thirty eight." Soap shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands in mock surrender. "That's ancient by our standards sir. One foot in the grave already. Ghost has been planning your wake for months now and I just know your knees ache in the-" Ghost whacked him. His own knees had started to creak and crack when he rose from bed every morning. "Watch your fuckin' mouth Mactavish." "Aye L.T"

#call of duty #cod mwiii #mwiii spoilers #fix it fanfiction

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cowgurrrl · 10 months

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Hi! Love the writing. Could I please request Joel with teenage twins. I just think him being caught in the middle of two teenagers fighting about who stole who’s shirt and being scared for his life is hilarious and kind of sweet.

Holy shit i love this

Salad Days

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author's note: you know that video of Dave Grohl where he's talking about being a dad and the best part and he goes, "Having children that don't fucking care that you're a rockstar. My kids don't give a shit if I'm in the Foo Fighters. They're like 'Daddy, I need a smoothie 🙄 NOW." That's what this gives.

Summary: The T-Shirt Coup [1.2k]

Warnings: the girls are sixteen in this, that's literally it

"Sophia Parker and Violet Isabelle Miller! If you're not down here in five minutes, I'm leavin' without you!" You yell up the stairs. Joel chuckles from his place at the kitchen counter, shoveling cereal into his mouth like it's his last meal, and you give him a look. "What?"

"You had an accent when you yelled at them." He says. You scoff and walk over to him, stealing a sip of coffee from his mug.

"I did not."

"You totally did."

"Even if I did, which I didn't, you should take it as a compliment." You say, busying yourself with some mail left on the counter. You feel him raise his eyebrows before you see it, and he puts down his bowl to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into his chest until your shoulder presses into his sternum. You ignore him and his stupid Laker's shirt he knows you love and read the same letter from the girls' school over and over again.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"I've been married to you for twenty-two years, and you're just now finally rubbing off on me. It's something to celebrate, really." You snark, and he laughs. It's one of his big, full laughs that makes him throw his head back. The sight makes your heart shine.

"You're an asshole." He says lovingly, taking the mail he knows you don't care about out of your hand and turning you so he can have your full attention.

"Yeah, yeah," you laugh as you lock your arms around his shoulders. "What do you have planned for today, Mr. Miller?" You ask, and he sighs.

"I gotta go into the studio. We just signed a new band, and we're havin' a meeting to talk about the next album," he says. Despite the annoyed tone he's adopted, you can see how excited he is about this new venture. He loves allowing new, young bands to make something fresh. He says it keeps him young. You know it's what he was meant to do all along. "What bout you? What're you doin' today, Mrs. Miller?"

"One of my old students has a project they want to pitch for me to produce. She's brilliant and an amazing writer, so I'm sure I'll say yes and shell out all our money."

"For the children," he says dramatically, and you laugh. "She's lucky to have you in her corner. I'm sure it'll be great." His words hit right where they need to, and you press yourself closer to him.

"You're a sap." Your words ghost over his lips, and his hand slides into your back pocket like always.

"Yeah, yeah." He breathes. You're less than an inch apart, and it wouldn't take much movement to actually kiss him, but you like being this close to him. You like counting all his freckles and watching him try to decide who will be the first to break. His lips barely graze yours when suddenly stomping feet and a loud argument make their way down the stairs and into the kitchen. You take a deep breath as you and Joel turn to look at the girls, who barely acknowledge how you're wrapped up in each other because they always see you being affectionate with each other. Joel Miller has not gotten more subtle about his PDA in his old age.

"Mom, please tell Violet this is my shirt!" Sophia demands, tugging on the fabric of a worn UT shirt.

"I literally wore it last week! You commented on it and everything!" Violet looks to you. "Do you remember, Mom? I was wearing it when we went to Trader Joe's on Thursday."

"That's true. You were," you say, making Sophia's jaw drop. Of the two, Sophia has always had a little more flair for the dramatics, something she definitely gets from you. On more than one occasion, Sophia has done or said something ridiculous, and Joel bursts out laughing because he thinks it's something you would do or say. "But Vi, I told you last week that you stole my shirt from my closet, and I wanted it back. I thought you were gonna, at least, wash it first."

"Ew! You didn't wash it?!" Sophia screeches.

"Of course, I did, dipshit! I just... forgot Mom wanted it back."

"Wait a second," Joel says, finally catching up with the argument. He looks between the shirt and the three of you before tilting his head to give you an are-you-fucking-serious-right-now look. "I've been lookin' for that for weeks! That's my shirt." He says. Suddenly, it all connects. You stole it from Joel. Violet stole it from you. Sophia stole it from Violet. As the realization settles over the room, Sophia walks over to Joel, puts her hand on his shoulder, and squeezes like a disappointed teacher.

"Our shirt."

"Communism shirt!" Violet yells, making you laugh so hard that you stumble against Joel.

"You can't just yell 'communism shirt' and expect me to not want my shirt back." He tries to argue.

"Dad! You're not listening. It's a community shirt. Get with the times, old man."

"Old man?!"

"Hey, I happen to think he's a very hot and sexy old man." You jump in, and the girls groan.

"Thank you, baby," Joel says as he kisses you firmly. The girls boo and pretend to cover their eyes in disgust, making you all laugh. You pull away from Joel, but he chases your lips for a few quick kisses until he finally lets you go.

"We're gonna be late if we keep talking about the communism shirt. Girls get in the car, please," you say, stealing one more sip of coffee from Joel's cup, and the girls groan in protest as they slip on their backpacks and walk to the front door. You smile as you look at Joel, alone again for just a second. "You gotta start hiding your shirts better otherwise, they're all gonna become Marxist property."

"This is somethin' they should really put in the parenting books," he says, and you laugh. He grabs your purse from the kitchen table for you and kisses you again as he slides it up your arm. "Love you."

"Love you, too. Let me know how the album meeting goes."

"Let me know how the pitch goes." He echoes. This is how much of your life has been together: letting each other go and make creative decisions while supporting them no matter how they play out. Many Hollywood couples get divorced because they can't learn how to give their partner the support and patience they need to create art. You and Joel have always been good about making sure the other feels supported and heard but not weighed down by differing artistic opinions or thoughts. He has his work, and you have yours, and you make it work. It's one of the reasons you love him so much. That and the fact that he still walks you to your car and opens the door for you after more than twenty years together. Granted, he smacks your ass in front of your daughters while you're climbing into the car, but that's par for the course.

He blows kisses to his teenage daughters in the backseat and waves as you roll down the driveway, standing there until you disappear around the corner. His cologne is imprinted on your shirt collar, and you can still feel his lips on yours when Sophia sits up in her seat.

"I can't believe Dad didn't know about communism shirt."

#rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #one for the money two for the show #one for the money two for the show request #rockstar!joel #rockstar!joel was built to be a dad/husband #the last of us au #tlou au #joel miller au #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller series #tlou fluff #the last of us fluff

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guess-my-next-obsession · 9 months

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Fade Into You, Chapter Two: Holy Ground

pairing: nyc bookstore owner au!ezra (prospect) x f!reader

rating: M (nothing much here really besides reader’s pining and ezra’s charm, definitely ooc ezra but it’s an au so who cares!, talks of money/wealth/privilege, a situationship forming in front of our eyes)

wc: 2.7k

a/n: just as a disclaimer, these chapters are going to range in length. i know some people really love short chapters and some really love long ones, but i’m trying not to focus so much on word count anymore, just gonna try to stop when it feels right (to me)! but i’m sure once we start seeing their relationship evolve, so will the length of each chapter.

series masterlist | previous chapter | FIY PLAYLIST

Mid October

“I feel like these are only ever good straight out of the oven.” Jay was standing in your tiny kitchen, taking a tray of store bought frozen Halloween cookies out of the oven.

“Yeah, as soon as they get room temperature they get hard as a fucking rock,” you agreed, sitting cross-legged on your beat up leather sofa with a bowl of popcorn on your lap. Halloween was queued up on your TV, the big light off with only the orange and yellow glow of the string lights you’d hung on your TV to illuminate the room. As Jay walked over with the entire pan, setting it down on the coffee table, their phone started to ring, the sound of a generic banjo filling the room. “You gotta change your ringtone.”

“It’s for the bit,” they said, tugging their phone out. “It’s Ezra.”

Your head whipped up to look at them, your eyes wide with interest as she pressed her screen to accept the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hey Ez, you’re on speaker,” they said.

“Hey, just calling to see what you’re up to,” he replied.

As Jay filled Ezra in on the movie marathon the two of you had been having since noon, you mindlessly shoveled popcorn into your mouth, watching the screen as though his face would appear if you willed it hard enough.

“Is that the girl you were telling me about?” he asked after hearing Jay mention you by name.

“Yeah, you two need to finally meet,” they said, giving you a wink and a nudge with their elbow.

“Well, I just got back in town and was going to invite you to meet me for a showing of Practical Magic in the park in an hour, but if she’s up for it, she can come and we can finally introduce ourselves properly.” Your eyes widened and head began to shake in a silent plea for them not to accept as Jay turned to look at you with a wide smirk, their amusement over your crush evident in their voice as they ignored your anxiousness and let him know that the two of you would be there before hanging up.

“Oh, I’m gonna puke,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your head fall back against the sofa. “I don’t have any time to prepare myself! I don’t even—what do I even—fuck.”

“Jesus, it’s just Ezra. He’s just a forty-four year old man who’s scared of commitment, not the fuckin’ messiah,” they teased.

“Yeah…you’re right,” you nodded, taking a breath of composure before standing up to walk over to your closet. “Alright. Super chill. ‘Hey Ezra, totally haven’t been fantasizing about you for the last month or anything. Super chill to meet you.’”

“Oh lord. I really do not get straight people,” Jay sighed teasingly, and you gave her a cocked brow as you turned around.

“Who said I’m straight?”

The city had finally started to cool down, the brisk autumn breeze hitting your cheeks caused you to shiver as your navy knitted sweater did its mediocre job at keeping you warm while you walked through a lamplit Central Park with Jay at your side, their pale skin turning pink on their cheeks and at the tip of their nose.

The park was still full of life even in the pale moonlight; lovers strolled together hand in hand to the soundtrack of giggles from children on the playground as their parents looked on, or a few lonely souls sitting in contemplation on the park benches, wondering where they lost that childish joy. You liked to try and imagine their lives, the happiness and the sadness looming in their history weighing on them in a way you could only ever imagine and never feel. Sometimes if you thought enough about these faces without names, you could feel your heart breaking for them and tears would swell in your eyes, but tonight you couldn’t muster the energy to ruminate on anything but your own life—of the anxiety you felt over finally meeting this character you’d created in your mind.

“Oh, there he is.” Jay’s finger pointed at a park bench where a lonely looking man sat scrolling through his phone, the blue light glowing on his face. “Ez!”

Ezra looked up, a smile growing on his face as he stood, tucking his phone away into his back pocket.

“Jay bird,” he greeted them, pulling them in for a fatherly hug. “Missed ya.”

“Missed you too, old man,” they teased, pulling away to point at you.

“Hi,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him as you gave him your name.

“Ezra—nice to meet you.” You felt a stab of insecurity in your stomach as his eyes bounced across your features for a beat, suddenly feeling all-too aware of each flaw you picked apart in the mirror just that morning. “This isn’t a line, but the way your eyes are sparkling right now is making it hard to look away from you.”

“Oh?” was all you could manage, your heart’s quick patter making it hard to think of anything clever to say, Jay’s chuckle finally pulling his attention away.

“Quit it, she’s shy,” Jay scolded, swatting his shoulder playfully.

“Is that right?” he asked, one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he turned back to you.

“Unfortunately,” you blurted nervously, earning a deep, crackly chuckle from him that helped to warm you up better than the wool covering your body.

“Hang out with Jay’s crowd long enough and soon you won’t be,” he said, turning to Jay. “Let’s go find a place to sit.”

You walked beside Ezra, Jay on his other side, and found yourself counting each step and breath as his warmth radiated against your arm. You wanted to lean in, slide your arms beneath his leather jacket and hold him so close that you could hear the beat of his heart, but for now, you stuck to counting your steps.

“So fill me in,” he said, his elbow nudging yours. “Who are you?”

You took in a necessary breath and shrugged.

“Not sure yet,” you answered honestly. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I figure it out.”

Ezra chuckled and nodded, a permanent smile on his face as he kept his eyes forward.

“Well, tell me what you know so far,” he urged before pointing at an open spot in the grass in front of the large projector screen.

“Uh, well, I’m a writer—“

“See, that’s good information,” he grinned, shrugging off his backpack to unpack a blanket. “What do you write?”

“Some poetry, some fiction,” you said, watching as he and Jay laid out the blanket.

“I’m going to go get some food from concessions, you two want anything?” Jay asked.

“Yeah, just a beer,” Ezra said, tugging out a twenty and handing it to her. “And whatever our writer friend wants.”

You smiled at him before looking to Jay. “I’m okay, thank you. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“No, you two get acquainted, I’ll be fine.”

You gave them a subtle look of terror, only earning a reassuring nudge of their head towards Ezra as he took his seat on the blanket.

“So you’re a writer,” Ezra said, his eyes following you as you awkwardly sat down at the furthest corner from him, crossing your legs to take up as little space as possible. “Is that how you met Jay?”

“No, I actually met her in your shop,” you said, finding the courage and confidence to meet his eyes.

“And we haven’t crossed paths yet?”

“Well, we sort of did once—the first time I came into the store, but you were leaving so it makes sense—“

“You must’ve caught me on a bad day,” he interrupted. “Those eyes aren’t the kind of eyes I’d normally forget.”

“Still not using a line?” you chuckled.

Ezra smiled, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes again.

“Not a line if it’s sincere,” he said, shrugging with a smile as he turned to look around at the crowded park, each group talking amongst themselves like the world consisted of just them, just like it felt with you and Ezra. “Are you from the city?”

“No, I just moved here,” you said, continuing on about your hometown and the stark contrast in environment.

“How are you liking the change?” he asked, leaning back to rest against one elbow.

“It was overwhelming at first, but in a good way.”

“How do you mean?” he probed, full of sincere interest.

“Just…the thought that I could be anybody here—it’s overwhelming but an exciting kind of overwhelming. I’ve just been trying to figure out where I belong in the midst of all this energy.”

Ezra’s smile grew into a grin, his eyes batting fondly at you as he watched you mimic his position, your body now achingly closer to his than it had been just seconds prior.

“What about you?” you asked in a whisper, turning your eyes to face the projector screen that started to glow with the start of the movie.

“Too long of a story to tell right now,” he whispered back with a smile.

“Make room for me,” Jay said as they returned with two beers in one hand and a tray of nachos in the other, nudging their chin at you to scoot closer to Ezra. You obliged with both hesitance and eagerness, once again counting your breath as his arm brushed against yours. “Here, can you pass Ez his beer?”

“Sure,” you said, grabbing the cold bottle and handing over to Ezra who sat on your other side, his warm fingers brushing against yours as he accepted it.

“Thanks, honey,” he whispered, and although the endearment caused your head to buzz, it seemed to be something casual to him, as if he called all of his friends these pet names. A good chunk of you hoped that wasn’t the case.

After the movie, Jay made up some excuse about going over to a girl’s house, leaving Ezra to walk you to the subway, his jacket over your shoulders even though you insisted you were fine (you weren’t).

“So,” you said, breaking the silence between you as you walked through the park to get to the 96 Street Station to catch a subway headed for your neighborhood in Harlem. “Are you from here?”

“I am,” he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Born and raised. My family is sort of…I guess we’re old money. Or, they were. I’m just a bookstore owner.”

“With more money than God,” you added, earning a laugh.

“I’m trying to get rid of it,” he replied, shrugging.

“You don’t like being rich?”

“I recognize it’s a very privileged problem to have,” he chuckled. “But no, I don’t really care for all of it. I just don’t see why one man with no kids, no family, should have so much while other people are struggling. So, I spend every single day trying to pawn it off on other people, try to help distribute the wealth.”

“How’s that working out?” you asked, your eyes fixed on his profile as you walked, the streetlamps illuminating his skin every few steps, bathing him in yellow glow.

“It’s a surprisingly difficult thing to accomplish, at least with an accountant like mine,” he chuckled. “Sometimes I just settle for not making any more money. I price my books specifically so I don’t make profit, I let people stay in the apartments my family owned rent free. My father’s rolling in his grave, I’m sure.”

“How did you guys get so rich?”

“Prospecting,” he said, glancing over at you. “My great-grandfather owned a lot of land that had a lot of minerals and stones, or…something. I never cared enough to ask questions.”

“What an odd life you live,” you teased, earning a playful nudge from his elbow as you rounded the fence to walk into the subway tunnel.

“Tell me more about you,” he prodded, keeping his body close to yours in a display of protection as a strange man began to stare at you too much for either of your liking. “What are you writing?”

“Well, it started as romance, but then I scrapped that once I started really thinking about the character and what she wanted. I figured it wasn’t love she craved. What she really wanted was to prove to her mother that she was capable of being loved. So, that led me to where I am now, just a story of a mother and a daughter and all the traumatic shit that goes into that relationship.”

“What a beautiful mind you’ve got,” he said, his eyes on you as you looked down at your shoes with a bashful smile. “Do you know how it ends? Do they heal? Or does it stay broken?”

“Well,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, a playful smirk on your face. “I guess you’ll have to wait for me to write and publish it to find out.”

“My best friend owns an indie publishing company,” he shrugged. “Just let me know when you’ve got it finished and I’ll help you get in contact with him.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—“

“I like helping people who are passionate about what they do,” he interjected. “And I can see how much you love what you do, it’s what makes your eyes sparkle like that, even in this shitty subway light.”

“Are you always this good with your words?” you asked, bumping your shoulder into his.

“I sure try to be,” he smiled.

“Well,” you lifted and dropped your eyebrows. “Makes it hard for a girl to tell if you’re just being friendly or if you’re flirting.”

Ezra studied you for a minute with that closed mouth smile that he always seemed to wear, his eyes bouncing across your features even when you looked away from him in a fluster.

“I’m not…a partner,” he said, a careful lilt to his voice. “I don’t believe in…lasting things, at least in lasting love. I can’t be a partner to you. I’m the guy people sleep with until they find their partner.”

“I’m not looking for a partner,” you said, unsure of where you found the courage. “So, if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t. I’m new to this city, to all of this. I don’t want to jump into anything, I just want to…I don’t know…live a little.”

“Well, here,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Let’s trade numbers and just…see what happens. No pressure, no expectations, just call me when you need a friend, or…something more if you feel like it.” He smiled. “Whenever you feel like it.”

You only grinned and nodded as you typed your number into his phone, feeling as though you’d stumbled onto some sort of prize you weren’t qualified to win. You tried to silence the voices inside that screamed at you for even daring to believe that a handsome, kind, self-aware, rich man like Ezra, with a world of opportunities at his fingertips, would want you. You knew that you had your own value, your own beauty and intrigue—you were a prize, too.

“Can I take the subway with you?” he asked as you handed his phone back. “Not—I’m not trying to follow you home or anything, I just don’t want to stop talking yet.”

“You want to ride all the way to Harlem and back with me? Just to talk?” you laughed.

“If you’d let me,” he smiled. “I think you’re interesting, and hard to read, and…well, I guess the best word for it is captivating.”

“Where does ‘beautiful’ fit in to all of that?” you joked.

“I knew you were beautiful the second I saw that sparkle in your eyes,” he said, his eyes flickering to your lips. “That’s not what captivates me, that’s obvious. What I find uniquely interesting is your mind, your thoughts and where they come from, and especially the way you string those thoughts into words. That’s…that’s captivating.”

With no room to argue and no words to describe what his words meant to you, you offered him a simple smile and nod before the two of you were filing into the subway, that dirty tile floor becoming holy ground in the matter of a second.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #ezra x you #ezra prospect x you #ezra prospect #ezra prospect x reader #ezra x reader #fade into you #pedro pascal fan fiction #pedro pascal smut

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Sports and stuff ( fluff )

Sports weren’t really your thing you hated sports with a passion anything that involved sweating or running simply wasn’t your thing.

Your friend Urban was back home in Kentucky for the 3rd annual kickball tournament they held every year to help raise money for the children hospitals and he invited you and your friend Sarah down to join.

Once the two of you arrived you both immediately ran up to Urban giving him the biggest hug. Urban’s always been that brother figure in your life and him being away and traveling did hurt you and made you upset at times but you were happy he was living his life.

“What’s up with my girls.”

“Not much just wondering how you convinced me to come here.. it smells like ass and sweat and determination.” Sarah and you cringed as the two of you observed more like judged every single person here. Urban laughed and shook his head at the two of you before wrapping one around around the each of you.

“Come on its not going to be that bad besides I kinda signed the two of you up to kick a few balls or twooo.” Urban trailed off his words in attempts to make it sound exciting but the two of you were the opposite of that.

“What do you mean you signed us up Urban? Does it look like I came here ready to run around and kick some balls.” Sarah complained and pointed down to her outfit which consisted of a pair of leather pants and a black leather crop top paired with heels.

“Come on guys it’ll be fun and it’s for the children.” You groaned and glared at Urban he always loved pulling the children card on you because he knew how much you loved and adored helping children and babies.

“Fine but I’m only kicking the ball once and that’s it.” Urban cheered and hugged the two of you before you walked over to where the rest of the girls were.

“Are you two on our team? My name is Neelam.” Neelam shook her hand out for Sarah and you to shake which is kindly did.

“Yes sadly I’m playing sports aren’t really my thing but my friend Urban convinced me to do this.” Neelam’s eyebrows furrowed at the mention of Urban name.

“You’re Y/N? You’re the girl Urban is always going on and on about it’s finally nice to put a face to the name.” The two of you laughed as you all got ready for the game.

You put on one of the team shirts they had given you when you noticed Sarah wasn’t getting ready at all.

“Are you not playing? We have to leave the locker room in a few minutes.” Sarah pulled away from the mirror after applying her makeup.

“Oh I’m playing but Jack is here I have to look good.” You have her a confused look making her roll her eyes at you.

“Jack Harlow come on we went to school with him he’s the guy Urban is always traveling with he’s the newest rapper.” Jack Harlow? You remember going to school with him but you didn’t really talk to him as much in school to be honest the only time he talked to you was for the answers for the homework.

“Come on ladies were starting now.” Neelam yelled from the entrance of the dressing room. Sarah and you placed your things in the locker before heading out into the field.

“So Y/N you’re going to be going first and.. you do know how to play right?” Neelam questioned you and you playfully rolled your eyes at her while resting your hands on your hips.

“I know how to play kickball Neelam I do know some stuff about sports.” She nodded and you walked over to where the rest of the girls were waiting at, you positioned yourself in front of the field watching how a few of the guys from the opposite side started coming onto the field when you noticed a certain one with curly hair and diamond earrings it was something about him that caught your attention and had your heart racing.

“That’s Jack Harlow.” Sarah whispered from the side of you and your mouth opened in awe at him, he definitely looks way different from what he did in high school.

“Alright here’s the rules Jack’s going to roll the ball your way Y/N and all you gotta do is kick it far enough and high enough to where they can’t catch it or grab it in time to hit you with it.” Urban explained the game and you nodded and turned your attention back to Jack who was smirking and looking you up and down.

“Heard you aren’t that great at sports but I can tell you got this.” You smiled and Jack swung his arm back before tossing the ball your way you ran forward and closed your eyes as you kicked the ball but your eyes opened quickly upon hearing someone groaning and some people laughing.

All you saw was Jack covering his crotch area and everyone laughing you instantly felt bad and felt like the biggest jerk on the planet.

“Oh my god!! I’m so so sorry Jack fuck I’m sorry I didn’t mean it see I told you Urban this is why I don’t play sports.”

“How is this my fault? Maybe shutting your eyes when kicking a ball wasn’t really the smartest move.”

“I’m so sorry Jack I really am.” You apologized over and over again but all Jack could do was nodded and groan till eventually the pain went away. You bit your lip watching as he smiled over at you one eye was open the other one was closed you laughed softly at him.

“Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” He thought about it for a second before grinning ear to ear.

“If you give me your number I’ll do forgive you and won’t tell our future kids this is how we met.” Smiling bashfully you took Jack’s phone and typed in your number quickly before Sarah started calling you over to the food stands.

“Y/N I’m hungry let’s get something to eat.” You rolled your eyes at her before turning your attention back to Jack.

“I’ll catch you around yeah?” He smiled and nodded he gave you a quick hug before pulling away.

“I’ll catch you around ma.”

( not edited cause I can’t be bothered to edit 😭 )

requested by @moody4world

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burnthoneydrops · 11 months

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Coffee and Donuts (Graham Dunne x Reader)

Synopsis: The early morning hours at a local café becomes the spot of a possible budding relationship

Requested: no

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, and i tried to keep the reader gender neutral :)

A/N: My first DJATS post!! I had this thought at work and just had to write it down once I got home. Fair warning, it's not proof read but i hope you lot enjoy!

“Good morning Donna!” You smile as you swing the backroom doors open, greeting the older woman who sits at the desk, counting the money before opening.

“Good morning darling! How are you this fine morning?” She asks, looking up through her glasses as her ponytail swishes back and forth slightly from turning around.

“Oh you know, here…so,” you tease, grabbing your apron off its hook.

“Well thank god for that cause we need you on register today,” she informs you.

“Sounds about right,” you laugh.

“Well you can’t exactly blame us for putting our best money maker by the literal money maker,” Donna replies, closing up the money bag.

“Ok, that was horrible,” you laugh harder.

“Whatever,” she rolls her eyes, “Would you be a dear and go mop the floors for me? Maybe clean off the counters if they look nasty?”

“You got it boss!” You reply, tying your apron tighter in the back and grabbing the mop and bucket on your way out.

Plunging the mop into the soapy water before dragging it across the floor, you proceed to switch on the radio as you walk past it, humming the melody it was emitting under your breath. Donna eventually makes her way to the front as you push the mop against the last dry corner of the shop, muttering something about how the “chef” in the kitchen must be taking his sweet time with today’s batches of donuts. As you grab the rag to dust off the counters, Jeff, the chef in question, pushes through the kitchen doors with a tray of freshly baked and decorated donuts. You do a big sweeping motion of your arm across the counter as he walks behind you, before grabbing the donut on the very edge of the tray, biting into it before he can object.

“Hey!” Jeff stops in his tracks, looking at you like you’ve just murdered his cat.

“Worker’s comp,” you mumble through the mouth-full, giving him a toothy grin where there are definitely pieces of frosting stuck in your teeth.

“That’s not even what that means man,” Jeff sighs before opening the display case and sliding the remaining donuts in it, closing the sliding door with his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta make sure we’re not poisoning the customers,” you reply. Jeff mutters a “whatever” and makes his way back to the kitchen, probably to grab another tray of today’s offerings. You turn to the espresso machine and look at the stack of mugs and to go cups in the cabinet above it. You preferred to call it an espresso machine, but it was really just an old coffee pot type machine with the grounds and coffee filters next to the utensil drawer.

“Almost opening people!” Donna calls, “Get ready to greet the public in three, two, one!” she counts down as she twists her key in the front doors. You turn around to be greeted with pretty much what you were expecting, no one. No one in your middle of nowhere town was up this early except the three of you at the cafe. Taking this time to pour the coffee grounds into the slot at the top of the machine, you’re surprised when you hear the bell above the front doors chime. Donna, sitting at her favourite corner table filling out some order forms, turns to look at whoever just walked through, which turns out to be a group of three young men.

“Good morning gentlemen, what can I do you for?” You ask, facing them from your spot behind the register. One was in a hoodie and sunglasses, and from what you could tell was hungover as all hell. The second one messed with the straps of his muscle tank and shook his black curls. The third one was dressed in an unbuttoned striped shirt over a white tank top and he hung his sunglasses on the dip of the front of his shirt as the three of them walked closer. You had to admit, they were all pretty attractive, but the third one just had a look about him, endearing you guessed is the word you would use. You hadn’t seen these guys come in before, so you figured they weren’t from around here.

“Um, uh,” the third one laughs awkwardly looking between the display case, you, and the floor.

His friend with the black hair snickers, “come on man. It’s not that hard”.

The one trying to order elbows his friend, coughing to clear his throat before asking for seven coffees, three glazed donuts, one with strawberry sprinkles, one chocolate and one old fashioned. You nod with a smile, writing everything down on a scrap piece of paper before you forget. “The coffee’s brewing now, so it shouldn’t be very long,” you tell them.

You grab a flat box for the donuts, folding it up and grabbing the requested ones from the case, placing them in so hopefully they don’t squish together. As you fold down the lid of the box, you swear you heard one of the guys mutter, “what’s the harm man? It’s not like you’re gonna see them again,” but shake it off, insisting the music was warping your hearing.

“So, you boys aren’t from around here, are you?” Donna asks, turning in her chair to face them.

“No, actually we’re um- we’re doing a small tour at the minute,” the one with the black curly hair speaks up first.

“Yeah, we’re playing this small gig tonight in a bar near here,” the endearing one adds, shifting in his seat.

“Oh, musicians! What a fun surprise having y’all turn up at our little joint,” Donna turns to you, winking not so subtly before turning back to the boys. You grab to go cups, lining them up so the seven are next to the machine and begin to pour the hot liquid. You hear one of them laugh and you don’t know why, but you don’t even have to turn around to know that it’s the one with the button up shirt. You smile down at the cups, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. Donna, the entertainer as always.

“Here are those coffees for you and the box of donuts, all as requested,” you call from the counter, causing all three boys to stand up. “We’ve got carrier trays too if that makes it easier”.

“That would be great actually,” the cute one smiles before grabbing the box of donuts, motioning to the others to take the coffees after you place them in four slot trays.

“Do you guys want sugar packets? Maybe the little half and half pods?” You offer.

“Teddy graham here sure would,” the boy with black curls teases, shoving his friend with his shoulder.

“My name is Graham, that’s just a stupid nickname they have for me,” Graham (as you now can refer to him), adds rather quickly.

“Ok,” you chuckle, grabbing a little bag and filling it with sugar packets and half and half pods. “That’s $7 for you”. Graham reaches into his pocket and grabs a $10 bill before sliding it over the counter to you.

“Keep the change,” he smiles and you nod, already sad that the interaction is about to end.

“Just so you know, the show isn’t sold out yet,” the curly haired one comments. It seems like an odd thing to throw out there, but you hum in a “piqued interest” type of response anyway.

“Well, maybe I’ll just have to swing by after my shift,” you reply, plunking some buttons on the register to get it to open so you can put the money in. They say thank you to both you and Donna and wave goodbye with their free hands before making their way to the front doors. You watch them leave as Donna makes her way back up to you.

“If you don’t go after that boy, I will”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You scoff.

“They clearly had eyes for you! Especially the awkward one. We don’t call you the money maker for nothing!” she waves her hands around as she talks. “And don’t act like you weren’t making eyes at him too”.

“I was not-” you try, but she’s already giving you one of her famous looks. You couldn’t lie to this woman for shit. “Ok but they’re touring, they’re not gonna be here very long”.

“Seems like a sad excuse to waste an opportunity. You’re young, come on, you’ve got too much life ahead of you to be second guessing shit like this!”

“Ugh! Fine!” You grab the sheet you had written their order down on and scribble your home phone number on the back with your name and a smiley face. Speeding your way around the counter, you shove open the front doors, hoping they hadn’t gotten too far. You spot them a little ways down the sidewalk and run over to them.

“Wait! You guys forgot your receipt,” you comment as you catch up to them.

“Oh, we didn’t need a-”

“No seriously, good for the records and all that, you know?” You wave the paper a little, hoping Graham would take it. When he does reach for it, it takes all of you not to immediately turn around in embarrassment or take it out of his hand and crumple it, chucking it as far as you can in the opposite direction. Surprisingly, you don’t do any of those things. You start to walk away as he folds the paper, going to put it in his pocket, but not before he quickly notices the writing on the back. As if he finally understands why you’ve run after them, a small smile erupts on his face and he nods in understanding.

“Yeah, good for the records,” he repeats.

“Maybe I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” You ask as you leave, not really looking for a reply, but hoping to turn around before the embarrassment blush creeps further onto your cheeks.

“You got it dude!” you hear the one with curly hair exclaim, clapping his friend aggressively on the back while balancing the tray of coffees in his other hand. “You got their number!”

Maybe you were more grateful now that you guys opened so early.

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claymorexpunisher · 1 year

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Roman Reigns x Fem Reader (unedited preview)

Sooo... like it says in the title, what I have so far is completely unedited. It might change, it might not. And I obvs couldn't give y'all the reeeally spicy good stuff yet! 😂 Either way I hope you enjoy what I have so far...

Summary: Theory makes an unwise and ignorant comment about Reader and Roman takes matters into his own hands.

From the second Roman, his cousins, Sami, Heyman and I walked into the venue, I knew some shit was about to pop off.

It was just a gut feeling that grew and grew the closer we got to our destination, and I couldn’t shake it off.

Austin Theory’s stint on Smackdown proved to be a nuisance to… well, everyone.

At first things were going well.

Austin was seemingly fitting in with everyone and not a single wrestler had any complaints.

He especially knew it was in his best interest to keep a respectful distance from me and the rest of The Bloodline.

But things have slowly taken a turn, and Vince’s decision to take Austin under his wing didn’t really help.

The dude seemed to feel… untouchable and it mainly showed in the way he spoke to people in the locker room.

There really wasn’t a moment where he didn’t put his entire foot in his mouth these days…

Now, Roman and I’s relationship wasn’t a secret at this point.

The on-screen chemistry alone gave us away, and the closer we got off-screen, the more ridiculous it felt to continue to deny the rumors.

Roman was considerably older than me but so far, there wasn’t anything that made it clear that our age difference was ever going to be an issue.

Sure, his protective nature could be a bit much sometimes, but I always managed to talk him back down.

And things in the locker room have been pretty chill in the last few weeks, surprisingly.

But today, it seemed like Austin Theory was going to be back on his bullshit, and I was going to reach my limit.

I was waiting for a migraine to pass that night, so as soon as we walked in, the boys walked me straight into Roman’s locker room while they went to find out what the in-ring plans were for all of us that night.

Little did I know that the biggest headache on Earth was going to walk through that door tonight…

‘’I just don’t get what she sees in him, yknow? Sure, the dude’s jacked or whatever. But he’s… old. At least compared to her. She’s in her prime and he’s headed closer to the nursing home, am I right?’’ Austin laughed, but Woods didn’t find it amusing.

And things were about to get worse.

‘’He’s not that much older than her… besides, they seem to work well together. He clearly loves her; she clearly loves him. And they respect each other. That’s all that matters.’’ Woods said and shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t really care to discuss his friends’ private lives as much as Theory had a habit of doing so these days.

Especially when it came to The Tribal Chief and his woman.

‘’I dunno about that… there’s gotta be somethin’ else there… maybe it’s the money? He makes way more than she does, right? Maybe that’s what it is.’’ Austin mimicked Xavier’s shrug, and it took every ounce of self-control within Xavier to not visibly cringe at Theory’s next string of words.

‘’Maybe she’s doing me a favor in staying away. Maybe she’s just one of those usual ringrats who are just after the exposure. The money and fame that comes with being associated with a top star…’’ Theory shrugged again as Xavier just took a second to gawk at his co-worker’s audacity.

And to gawk at Jimmy and Jey- and a seething Roman- who were standing right behind Theory, having heard every last word that came out of his big-ass mouth.

‘’Heyyy, Woods! Austin! How yall doin? You good?... Ey, Austin! Why don’t you repeat what you just told my boy Woods here?’’ Jimmy greeted them, not giving either of them a second to muster up a coherent response and daring Austin to repeat his cruel and misogynistic words.

The second Austin turned around to face who he thought was just Jimmy, the twins watched him go ghostly pale at the sight of their cousin ready to pounce.

‘’You got two seconds to apologize for what you just said.’’ Roman said.

He wasn’t that much taller than Austin, but right now, Austin may as well have been a toddler.

Austin said nothing, so Roman continued, walking closer to the other man.

‘’Let’s get one thing straight- first of all, my girl ain’t ‘’associated with a top star’’-‘’ Roman said, mimicking Austin’s voice with exaggerated air quotes.

‘’- she is a top star. You know why? Because she works her ASS off for everything she’s got, and she doesn’t stand around here runnin’ her mouth like you tend to do because you seem to think you got a permanent spot here… second of all- and I want you to pay attention closely when I say this-… Imma make you regret calling my girl what you just called her. You understand me? Imma make you regret it for the rest of your fuckin’ life. And if I catch you running your mouth again- hell, if I catch you breathing in her direction- you’re gone. Do you understand me?’’ Roman said.

To anyone else watching from afar it seemed as if Roman and Austin were just having a friendly chat what with the pleasant smile on Roman’s face.

But from where he was standing, Austin could see the coldness and anger in Roman’s eyes.

It just about made him piss his tights.

‘’He asked you a question.’’ Jey said to Austin after the Georgia native continued to gawk in terror.

‘’…Understood.’’ Austin finally answered, nodding once while he tried not to back down from Roman’s firm eye contact and the twins.

… But it seemed like Austin wasn’t done digging his grave…

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pink-tonic · 1 month

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Do What You Have to Do🔪

All Chapters

Warnings: Bullying

Text labels:

Bold = Ayato

Blue text = Musume

This plan is working out better than I thought. The gossip is reaching every part of the school. It doesn't matter what clique you belong to, you're bound to hear the rumors that Ruto is stalking a few of the girls.

Musume is doing a great favor for me. Her popularity is not only spreading the gossip via mouth but also through pictures.

The pictures I took are useful since they give a reason for people to believe the rumors. These rumors are starting to take on a new life because of the incriminating pictures I took of Ruto.

I don't feel that I'm doing anything wrong here. I'm actually helping out the school since people are starting to see how weird Ruto actually is. All the girls are fearful that they might be his next victims, and the guys are disgusted that he would do something to three innocent girls.

It's all working great...

But I need Ruto to suffer more.

This isn't enough for me. Ruto needs to get out of the picture faster. I need to find Musume so she can do what she does best.

Right before school starts, I go around school trying to find Musume. During this time, she should be walking around the hallways aimlessly. She should also be by herself since her other friends do the same but in different areas of the school.

I eventually find her on the first floor, and I walk up to her.

"We need to talk."

"About what?" She asks me as she loudly chews her gum and taps away on her phone, not even sparing a glance at me.

"I need you to do more."

"Do more?" She asks again, but this time with an even more annoyed tone than what she usually has, "Haven't I done enough?"

"I want him gone. For good."

"Wow. You really have a grudge against this freak, don't you?"

"Just do what you usually do."

"Fine. But you gotta give me more cigs. Deal?"

"Deal."

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

It's lunchtime, and I decide to follow Musume to see if she goes through with what I want. During this time, she would go and bully Hourda, a quiet girl who recently transferred to our school shortly after our break. I follow Musume, and a smile starts to show up on my face once I recognize that she's going into Ruto's class.

When I walk into the class, I expect the rest of the bullies to be there too, but I only end up seeing Musume. I see her pull a black marker out of her bag and start to write on one of the desks. I can hear her laughing to herself as she continues to write.

Eventually, she stops and pulls out her phone and takes a picture of what she's done. She types away at her phone and then puts it away. I stand by wondering if anything will happen.

From down the hallway, I hear a bunch of giggles. The sound is familiar. It's the bullies.

I go to hide and take cover behind an abandoned desk that was set to be moved to storage. I lean against the school desk and try my best to hear what's going on.

I hear the door to the classroom slide open, and the giggles stop. Instead, I hear a soft gasp that sounds like it's coming from a guy. The door to the classroom shuts, and everything is silent.

It's as if nothing has happened.

I get up from my hiding place and stand up.

It's now all up to Musume to deal the final blow to Ruto's self-esteem and reputation.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

After school ends, I go home to get my uniform and then I go to work. My shift goes by as usual. I greet customers with the best smile I can make, I serve them, make small talk, and do my best to look as handsome as possible.

It's really quite tiresome, but I make a good amount of money from it so I can't complain too much.

As I'm getting to the end of my shift, I hear my phone vibrate in my pocket. I make a mental note to check it after my shift is done, but it just keeps on vibrating.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I tell one of my coworkers as I rush towards where the bathrooms are.

I push up the door and go into one of the stalls. I lock the door and then pull out my phone. I turn on the screen and I'm met with my wallpaper of my Senpai. I would usually be happy to see her, but there are multiple messages blocking her photo.

Hey!!!

Are you going to answer?

Helloooooooo

Answer me damn it!!!!!

I did what you wanted me to do

What?

That's all you have to say???

OMG!!!

What did you do?

I did what you asked me to do!!!

Remember you wanted that little freak to be gone faster???

How did it go?

Thank God you remember!!!

I thought I would be texting a damn brick

But it went great for me, not so much for him

I'm sure he won't show up anymore

Good.

No thank you?

Whatever

But can I get my cigs now?

I thought that would be later?

No, I want them now

Fine, I brought some and have them.

Okay where are you?

At work.

You have a job???

I didn't think

Actually nvm

What's your location?

I'll send it.

You work there?

LOL!!!!!

Yes.

Whatever

I'm going

I shut off my phone and leave the stall and bathroom. I continue to go through my shift, and eventually, I'm done. Right when I finish, I feel a vibration coming from my phone.

It's Musume again. She's finally here and waiting out front. I don't bother to change, and I leave through the front of the restaurant.

When I open the door, I see Musume standing in front of the restaurant as she texts on her phone. When the bell to the door rings, she looks up from her phone. The moment she sees me, she tries her best to hold back a laugh.

"Sorry, you just look so ridiculous wearing that," she tells me with a giggle.

"Here," I tell her as I pull out four boxes of cigarettes from my bag.

"Thanks for the cigs," she says as she grabs them and puts them into her purse.

I'm about to walk off, but I decide to tell her one more thing. "Remember. Not a word about this to anyone," I tell her before walking off.

"Whatever."

#fanfic #yandere #yandere simulator #yansim #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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carolinablues-story · 8 months

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Chapter 36 x Fight for Your Love

Zayn

The view was amazing, I thought to myself. It was a little after seven am, and I was waiting for Jermaine to wake up. We had a late night last night after the game. He still wanted to keep our new decision of having dinner together on the weekends no matter what.

Because my modeling career was reaching new heights, I finally resigned as a cheerleader. The team was sad to see me go, but I was proud of my new journey. I finally found out that Jermaine was the one that sent in my portfolio. I felt like I was living a dream. I never had a man that actually put his money where his mouth was. Jermaine didn’t do a lot of talking but he definitely did what he felt was right for someone he loved.

Since it was easier on my schedule than his, I always made the decision to fly to wherever they were playing if it wasn’t a home game. This weekend we were in Los Angeles. Thank God they won tonight or I wouldn’t have enjoyed this weekend as much as I was. Tomorrow before we headed back to Jermaine’s, I was finally going to let him take me shopping. I always told him I wasn’t comfortable with him spending money on me if we weren’t dating. Now that we were I had no excuse.

I even thought Jermaine would be acting a little funny since we were in Cam’s jurisdiction yet he wasn’t. It has been about three months since the housewarming party. Everything has been okay and he reminds me daily that he’s okay with us. The day she left, he came home and told me about their conversation. I was shocked nonetheless, but he didn’t know he opened a side of me I didn’t know existed. Besides, he was eager to be taking me out and for that, I couldn’t wait either. As soon as he woke up.

“Whatchu thinkin bout?” His voice croaked through the silence. I tore my eyes away from the big windows and glided across the room back to him in the bed.

“How beautiful the view is.” I admitted. Looking down at him, I pulled back the covers and layed beside him replacing the covers.

“You look better.” He cheesed causing me to blush. This came with Jermaine. Random bouts of affection and compliments.

“Anyway, I’m ready for this shopping trip.”

“Oh, you finally decided you want to go?”

“Yes, since you want to take me, I’m grateful to have a man that takes me shopping. Why would I deny that?” I asked him. Jermaine sat up and looked down at me smiling.

“Say that again: ‘....to have a man….’”

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes and rolled my back towards him.

“You get an one hour nap.” He warned, I quickly dozed off because I knew he was serious. One thing I learned about Jermaine, he was very punctual.

Jermaine

“Aight now…” I warned Zayn. We decided on some outlet strip mall. She went crazy; every store she ever dreamed of stepping in, she stepped in. So far she had something from every store we went in. Even Cam didn’t ball out like this. And no I’m not complaining. A nigga been saving so much I can spend this four times if I wanted.

She was currently looking at a Van Cleef. I would rather not.

“Okay,” She sighed. “I’m hungry anyway.” She spun like a child shopping with her daddy. “What we eating?” She asked.

“Whatever on this flight and you better hope you can pack all this shit.” I told her seriously. I guess she forgot we had to catch a flight back home. For a second I did too.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing, do I seem angry?” I asked her seriously. I didn’t mean to come off as rude. Just didn’t want to miss this flight. We had forty five minutes to get to the airport.

“A little.”

“I’m sorry, but we gotta go pack baby.” I bent down and pecked her eager lips. She smiled on my lips and kissed me a second time.

“Ok, let's go.. I can wait until we’re home and cook.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear..” I slapped her ass as she began to walk ahead of me. I laughed when she glared back at me. She hated that shit, especially in public. That’s what made it even funnier.

xxxxx

Back at the house Zayn decided to throw down for me to pay back for everything I brought her today. She made oven broiled T-Bone steaks, lobster tails, lobster and crab mac and cheese, yams, garlic mashed potatoes with creamy lobster gravy, and collard greens with turkey in it. A nigga was full. Zayn could cook and she did it all in two hours tops. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had the groceries specially delivered to the crib within an hour of us landing.

“You want some more?” She asked picking up my plate. I watched as she sashayed over to the sink and washed the plate. One thing I noticed about her, she didn’t let dishes pile up. Whether it was at my place or hers, she stayed cleaning some shit. I adored it. I can’t believe Los let this woman go… “Wassup?” She giggled. By this time she was standing between my legs, caressing my face. Damn I was really out of it.

“Nah, I’m full as hell. Damn girl.” I finally said. She laughed again and walked to the refrigerator pulling out a gatorade for me. I downed it and passed her the empty bottle. “I was just thinking, cus I know you gonna ask..I can’t believe Los let you go. You’re one hell of a woman.”

“Really?” She asked, reapproaching me.

“No doubt, he a dummy.” Zayn sighed, shaking her head. This made me realize we were always talking about my past relationship and never hers. This was a good time to see where her head was at. “You heard from him lately?” I asked her seriously. She honestly looked taken back by the question. Her lips formed into an “o” but then went into a straight line.

“It’s like he never existed,” she answered. “You’ve been so good to me I almost forgot I was divorced.”

“Well damn.” I chuckled. She laughed as well, rubbing my arms.

“Jermaine?”

“Wassup?”

“Can we try something new tonight?” She asked me. I looked down at her surprised.

“Oh yeah? Wassup??” Zayn looked at me with her sultry eyes before slowly dropping to her knees. I moved my lips to stop her but before I could she had my pants unzipped and my slightly hard dick in her mouth. My knees went weak instantly. She made slurping noises as she went faster and a lil harder. I moaned and she moaned back. Damn she is nasty. “This what you got in mind?” I gasped, grinding into her mouth. Why was I about to deny this?

“Mmmhmm,” She moaned on my dick as she curled her tongue around my tip and slurped.

“Damn,” My eyes rolled back. She kept going and before I knew it I felt my dick pulsating nut into her mouth. I looked down as she took in every ounce of my juice, swallowing hard. “This what a shopping trip get me?” I asked. She sighed, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and stood up.

“No, this is what being a good man to a broken woman gets you. You changed me. I'ma always love you Jermaine even if you go back to her.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I started before looking down to zip my jeans. When I was done I looked back up to a teary eyed Zayn. I pulled her into me, kissing her lips. She smiled at the gesture considering what she had just done. “But don’t start.” I finished my sentence. “I ain’t thinking bout her. I’m thinking bout you. You got my mind gone right now Zayn. Accept it, like you said ... she doesn't exist to me most days either.” With that I walked away to start a bath.

I loved my girl, mane.

Camryn

It's been a year. I thought to myself as I finished deleting the last album I was holding on to. It held all of my favorite pictures of Jermaine. Some with me in them. Some with just him by himself being himself. Some off guards. Memories people would die to have with him. And I just had to let them go.

I wiped the tear away from my eyes as I read the post a fourth time.

@jcolenc: ‘I love you for loving me at my worst. I never thought we'd be together, but I never want to think about not being together. I love you A’Zayn. Happy Anniversary booboo love child 😂’

Little did anyone know, she was now making memories I would die to have with him. We haven't reached a year. Everything blew up right in our faces and everything I feared came to life. I manifested this?? Crying harder I balled myself up and threw my phone. I heard it crash against the wall and drop to the floor with a thud. How did I let him go? Why did I let him go?

He doesn’t know how much I miss him. Its like I can’t live without him. I needed him then, I need him now. HE saved my life, and now he's saving hers. And he's happy. What can I do?

Moving on felt impossible, I only wanted Jermaine. I would compare anything someone else did to him so that would defeat the purpose. And him? He’s not even thinking about me. How do I cope? What am I supposed to do? I don’t have a mama to run to–

“Camryn,” I heard a voice. I peeked up to see Tanny. I rolled my eyes and buried myself once again. “You can’t keep doing this Cam. You gotta move on. You gotta love yourself more than you love Jermaine.” I cried at her words. So much for not having a ‘mama’. “You got so much to live for. You could buy three Jermaine’s if you wanted to. Don’t let his happiness steal yours. You deserve that just as much.” I heard her footsteps coming towards my bed. Then I felt the bed sink down. She was now sitting on the end of the bed. How the hell did she get in?

“Cam,” It sounded like she was whimpering, and whispering. It made my heart beat slower and harder in my chest. She was crying. “I’m so tired of watching you beat yourself up over him. Camryn I love you. Camryn I want you to know you deserve a love so good you never think about him again. HE is not worth your tears anymore.. But you’re worth mine. You’re my friend. I don’t know what you think about me but in such a short time I love you just as much as my homegirls. You are so important to me. I refuse to lose you over a nigga, I been down that road before.” I looked up at her to see her sulking. I sat up and hugged her tightly, crying again myself. This time because I didn’t think I was important to her at all.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’ve burdened you.” I cried. She pulled back and shook her head.

“You are not a burden…I’ve never told you this but two years ago, I miscarried my baby girl. I was eight months pregnant. It was so sudden and it shook me to the core but I never once broke down. I live through her. I was asking God to send her back to me and he gave me you. I love you like you’re my daughter. You inspire me to loosen my ‘hood’ side.”

“Thank you Tanny. Before you got here, I was just thinking to myself how I don’t have a mom to run to and then you came in a second later.”

“Ima always be here Cam.”

“By the way, how you get a key?”

“One of our drunk nights. Cam you’re a terrible drinker by the way.” Tanelle laughed and I sucked my teeth. Whatever, I am not a terrible drinker. I’m a new drinker, there’s a difference. I get drunk and get loose. They are just mad they have to carry me around sometimes. At least I don’t get drunk and cuss them out.

“Thank you for coming to check on me…I don’t know where I’d be if you didn’t.” I admitted to her. She sighed and shook her head.

“I do, thank God I listen to God though, it was something in my spirit I wasn’t even on this side today.”

“Oh wow. I need to go to church with you one day.”

“I would love that.” She said to me with a smile. I looked at her and hugged her. She was a blessing to have.

Pesos

“Man, you've been gone for a minute. I thought I was gonna have to come after you!” I yelled as Tanelle walked into her crib. A nigga was starving. Being on house arrest I couldn’t take my ass anywhere. Not even to get no ass. Shit was lame to me.

“Boy hush, I had to go see Cam.” She said to me, causing me to get mad. I don’t even know the girl but Tanelle is always over there checking on her and doing her like she gets paid to do it or something. She was bad nonetheless, you could tell she was going through something.

“What's her deal anyway?” I asked.

“Nothing.” Tanelle plopped down handing me the Popeyes I requested. At least it was fresh. “She is off limits.”

“Did I ask?”

“You did.”

“Why you always gatekeeping?” I asked seriously. Tanelle had a bad image of me to say I was her brother. She thought cus of the way I get money, I treated women like dogs. Only when I feel like they not shit for real. Other than that, I’m a gentleman.

'“You don’t need to be messing with my friends. That’s why.”

“But she bad…she caught my eyes.”

“It's just because she from somewhere else. Milwaukee.”

“No Wonder.”

“Please, if you can’t resist, don't hurt her. She's going through a rough break up.” Tanelle sighed and admitted. I nodded rubbing my chin. I didn’t have any intentions of hurting lil ma. She was too bad to be hurting. I did wanna cash out on her one good time, see her in some fly shit.

I picked up my phone already knowing what I was gonna say if she bit what I was giving. I went to her instagram page and clicked on ‘message’. I bypassed the warning message and typed my message.

Wazzam witcha?

Nothing major. If she replied it was up from there.

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years

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[13] I'm Sure (Tim Riggins x OFC)

MASTERLIST | DWHI MASTERLIST

Warnings: talk of doing the dirty and insinuated sex

Words: 1.7k

Much to my fear and disappointment, Tim and Billy brought Guy's money to him. Tim told me he wanted to beat the shit out of him for what he did to me, but he knew it wouldn't have ended well. I was just happy to see Tim come up my driveway later that day.

I spent the rest of the school year working on my mental health, keeping my grades up, and being there for Tim. He was actually doing a better job at being there for me, but I still tried. I wanted to be myself again, which got easier as the days went by. It also helped that Tim didn't treat me like I would break at every turn and he kept me from pushing myself too far. People didn't give him enough credit.

Before I knew it, summer was coming to an end and I felt better, happier. I was more like me with an added need to cling to Tim. I was more touchy-feeling than before and he noticed. I don't think he minded.

I walked into Tim and Billy's house one day in August. It was one of the few times he actually was over there instead of my house. Since my family had a really great pool, he and I spent several afternoons in the water. It was great not having to share with the rest of Dillon.

Tim was sitting on the couch watching TV with a beer bottle in his hand and another one at his feet. He wore one of his Dillon shirts he cut the sleeves off of and some ripped up blue jeans. I sighed at the sight. He was so handsome.

He smiled like I was the first sun he'd seen after a month of rain. "Hey, Barton."

I leaned over to kiss him, one hand on the side of his face. "Still doin' nothin' for the rest of summer break?"

"It's something if you're here."

I sat on his lap and put my head on his shoulder. His arms surrounded me after he tucked his beer between my thighs. I laughed as he pulled me into a proper kiss.

"Wanna go somewhere?" he asked against my lips.

"Mmm." I didn't pull away from him. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over for a swim, but I like this better."

"We can still go once we're done here." He kissed me again while sitting up straighter.

His beer spilled all over me. I groaned and stood up, setting the bottle on the counter. There was a big wet spot on my pants with some on my shirt. Tim got up to get me a wet rag.

"I'm gonna smell like beer all day," I sighed, rubbing the wet spots with the rag. "Can I just wear somethin' of yours?"

"I don't know." Tim put his hands on my waist. "You might look too hot for me to keep my hands to myself."

I blushed. "I'd rather that than smellin' like stale beer."

"Wear anything you want. You know where my room is." Tim pressed his lips to mine and let me go.

I came back out in a pair of his shorts, the waist tied as tight as it could go, and one of his Panthers football t-shirts that swallowed me. I had the front tucked into the shorts so it didn't look quite so similar to a dress.

Tim's whole face lit up. "Damn, Barton. I'm gonna start a petition against your old wardrobe."

"Oh, shut up, Riggins." I smiled and climbed back onto his lap.

"Where were we again?" He leaned forward to kiss me again, but I put my fingers to his lips.

I checked around for anymore opened bottles. "I just gotta make sure I'm not gonna get soaked by another drink."

Tim eagerly took my mouth, holding me close. I framed his face with my hands and tilted my head to one side to bring the kiss to a deeper level. His tongue passed through my lips, making me sigh.

With our lips still together, I straddled his lap. It made me taller, so Tim had to reach up to my mouth. I loved feeling like I held all the power in the kisses.

Tim gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. I inhaled sharply when he grabbed my butt. He froze. His hands lifted away from my body.

I laughed and reassured him with a few short kisses. "It's okay, Tim. I'm fine. I trust you." Another kiss. "I was just surprised." My hands tangled in his hair. "I-I liked it."

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable. I'm not afraid to say somethin' to ya." My lips neared his. "You... You can do it again."

"Okay." He connected our lips quickly.

Tim's hand came back to my body, resting at my waist. I bit my lip, staring at Tim while he cautiously followed the curve of my butt. I released my breath when he tested the waters with a gentle squeeze. I laughed when his other hand got involved.

"You're like a kid who just got a new toy," I said, kissing his cheek.

"I've spent a lot of time wonderin' how your cute ass would feel."

I chuckled. "What a romantic thing to say, Riggins."

"You like it." A smirk and his hands moved up to play with my hair.

"Yeah, I do." I took his mouth again. "I like it a lot. I might even love it."

"I didn't know my girl was into dirty talk."

"I wouldn't say that." I brushed his hair from his face."I like to hear you talk. I'd say I'm into your voice."

"I don't think I've had a girl tell me that before."

"Yeah, because they only wanted one thing from you." My eyes glanced down. "I actually like you for you."

"How did this go from a sexy make-out session to you showerin' me with compliments." Tim's face was relaxed and happy.

"We can go back to the makin' out if you want. I just enjoy talkin' about ya."

Tim brushed his lips against mine. "Wanna kiss me somewhere else?"

"Maybe. Where ya thinkin'?"

"There's a room over there that's real cozy with a door we can shut."

I knew what he was suggesting. My stomach flipped at the thought although I wasn't nervous. Being with Tim in that way made me blush.

I kissed him. "How about we go to my house, play around in the pool, and see where the rest of the day takes us?"

He smiled and lovingly brushed my hair behind my ears. "We can still make out there, yeah?"

"Absolutely."

"And you're gonna stay in my clothes for a while?"

"Until I get in the pool."

Tim stood up, keeping me firm against him as he carried me out to his truck. "What are we waitin' for?"

*****

It was hard to just play around in the pool when both of us had our minds on something very different. Wearing our swimsuits didn't help the matter. We spent more time kissing each other than enjoying the pool.

Tim had me lie back on the stairs in the pool and hovered over me. His lips touched the sensitive flesh of my throat. My fingers trailed along his stomach and chest, making him nibble on my skin. If he kept that up, I'd melt into the water.

"M-Maybe we should get out of the water." I was surprised I could make a sentence when his lips meandered down along my collarbone.

"Got another place in mind?" He kissed my lips and then my shoulder. Goosebumps rose on my skin when the strap of my top slid down my arm.

I tilted my head back to look around the area. "I'm leanin' toward somewhere inside." His thumb followed along the bottom of my top. "Somewhere more comfortable."

"Tell me where and I'll get us there." Tim paused his kisses to look down at me.

My fingers combed through his wet hair. "My room?"

His eyes filled with excitement. "Really? You sure?"

I nodded, pulling my lower lip between my teeth. "Yes, I'm sure. I really can't think of anything else right now."

Tim gathered me up into his arms and started up to my room. He nearly slipped on the hardwood floor, but he saved himself, laughing and pressing a kiss to my head.

I laughed when he dropped me on my bed before closing the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck when he crawled on top of me, pulling him into a heated kiss. I forced him closer when he settled between my legs. Tim shifted to bring him directly over me and I fought back a moan when he rubbed up against my body. I felt him smile against my lips at the small sound I couldn't keep in.

"You're absolutely sure?" Tim spoke against my lips grinding against me again.

"As long I don't find myself pregnant a month from now, I'm sure, Tim," I said breathlessly, my back arching slightly.

"Yes, ma'am."

In a bold move, I ran the tip of my tongue along his jaw. Tim's eyes were wide when I met his stare. He knew I never slept with anyone before, so that threw him for a loop.

I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry?"

"Don't be." Tim took my lips once again with a grin.

*****

I stared at Tim lying next to me. His eyes scanned over my face, a smile growing the longer he stared. I gave him a chaste kiss and snuggled closer to him. One of his arms rested over my waist to bring me even closer.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"Not just because I slept with you?"

"Nah."

I closed my eyes, feeling sleep tug at my conscious. "Good, 'cause I love you, too."

Tim sighed. "Thanks."

Laughter bubbled out of my throat and I woke up a little. "Did you just thank me for havin' sex with you?"

"No." I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't, I swear." Tim touched my face. "Unless you want me to thank you."

I laughed again. "You're welcome, Riggins. I'd gladly do it all over again."

"All right."

I squealed as Tim kissed my neck playfully, rolling me onto my back.

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And the final liveblog of the day, another Static Shock one. We’re doing ‘Showtime’.

The bustling Dakota downtown scene

Hi Puff. Hi Onyx.

Hi Virgil. Hi Richie.

“Where did you come from“ They’re superheroes, they just show up places.

Beating people up with their friends

Static’s on tv

Wow the production values on that commercial are shit. That’s like, powerpoint effects.

I don’t know what’s more offensive, advertising somebody’s show without approaching them about making one, or doing so with effects like that. Insult to injury.

Sir what sort’ve madman expects someone to watch and ensure soymilk has been added to a drink they ordered with soymilk? Like if this was an allergy yes but I am doubting that

Yeah this guy’s an asshole.

Brandon don’t deserve this.

Ah, you’re Rast. The asshole with the shit effects in his commercial. Rude man.

Brandon at this point give up and find a new gig. What’s this guy gonna do, how much influence can he have if he can’t even afford effects passed the powerpoint level?

Virgil in no way believing his name came up first when the idea of a reality show about superheroes was pitched.

I don’t trust a word that comes out of this man’s mouth. He could tell me the sky was blue and I’d check.

Rast: ‘I had to advertise first to try to pressure you into going along with it’ Virgil: ‘Yeah no’

Walk away and never return, Virgil.

Bunch of kids just vaguely hanging around outside a tv producer’s office

Trying to guilt Virgil into this shit

Not bad money these kids are making. Actually for that money play that shit up, get Static to come down, how many hours can you squeeze out of this man? Have your parents taught you how to squeeze money out of an employer? Somebody get these kids a mentor and a union

Welding supplies and a microscope. I worry sometimes about what Richie is up to.

Oh boys. Oh boys you do not deserve the shit you are gonna have to put up with. You haven’t signed anything have you?

Not even one episode of this show in and they’ve got Virgil sat there for make-up and hair to make him look perfect for the camera.

Damn, tech dude is rude. Also you may want some insulation for that transmission box given, ya know, electricity powers

How do you mistake Richie for a delivery boy the guy is in fucking costume! If nothing else you’d think they’d be given a picture of the co-star.

Oh gods and they’re late for patrol due to all this. If this is supposed to be the second fiddle it can’t interfere with the heroing like that. Or, well, third fiddle I would hope at least at their age. Preferably fourth or fifth but I admit that’s a bit much for superhero works

Oh this is gonna be a shitshow

This is why reality tv around crime is never a good idea. To make a show you need content, which means crime, and if it’s not there you gotta build it up or make it yourself.

They track down some crime in progress, committed by yet another bought of ugly on these shows I am watching today. First the hair on that one bastard, then the outfits in Power Play, and now this fucker’s outfit.

Ya know so far this fight makes for worse tv than the one against Puff and Onyx woulda.

Also, just had a thought, can you imagine trying to film Static and Gear vs Hotstreak? You know all it would take is for him to get annoyed at the cameras or the noise of the helicopters or a passing leaf and suddenly you fuckers plummeting and on fire.

Ah, the meta jokes that don’t work when you’re watching a show recorded without commercials

Virgil, Virgil do not just run into a fight like that because some schmuck with a camera crew is getting impatient, have some sense we know you own at least a bit

And he gets his butt kicked. Poor Virgil.

This dude is just plagiarizing our boy

Richie is also a good friend

Rast making a big to-do about Virgil not winning that fight making the show bad and Richie looking about one Virgil’s wingspan away from getting in his face over it

‘Were it not for my much more moral bestfriend being between us I would strike you down’

And lo but the boys are fighting. Because Virgil’s upset this new guy one-upped him and Richie’s upset Virgil just ran off on his own without a plan just because there was a camera there and Virgil’s upset Richie’s upset and it’s just a mess

Oh damn Virgil. Seriously responding to Richie claiming he doesn’t even want to be on a show by pointing out that he was a solo act before he got his powers. Neither of the boys looking their best in these episodes, which is the point of watching them but still

Virgil: ‘I think I may have fucked up’

Somebody throw Rast into the bay. It doesn’t have to be to his death or anything he just, needs to get tossed in the bay

Got a nice chase with whatever his name was, Static dealt a damn good blow, but it seems to have only charged up the enemy. So he tries again. And again. Virgil you are smarter than this.

And Virgil gets his shit wrecked. Rast not as much as I would like, though I suppose the crew is blameless.

Virgil’s family wish to watch his show. Or at least his sister does.

The Hawkins have a doublewide door.

Apologies between our boys! Richie was jealous but he shouldn’t have let it get him moody, Virgil shouldn’t have been showboating at the expense of everything ever. Both are in the wrong, and now they can do better

I love how, much like Bruce jumped from “hm, I look to be covered in fur“ to “I think this guy may have actually been a werewolf“, Virgil and Richie jump from “this guy can take in electricity to make himself stronger“ to “I think this guy might not actually be a metahuman“. Both massive logical leaps when a simpler explanation exists.

Boys investigating shit, sneaking in to look at footage for clues

Sir you are not about to replace Virgil with Adam, you are not even gonna try! You leave him outta your mess he deserves better! As if he doesn’t have enough to worry about with his brother running around starting shit...

I do not approve of heroes using their powers on people to sway them to their pov, Virgil

These men should not be trusted with a briefcase of valuables

*gasp* Whats-his-name can speak!

Transmitter was somehow transmitting Static’s powers. How? Who the fuck knows. But that little matter is handled now. Now it’s just to wait for this dude to run out of juice.

And he’s blasting down helicopters. It was only a matter of time.

Virgil’s really upped his game in the season since the last episode.

Well, dude managed to get some distance before he ran out of power and Richie got his ass.

Brandon turned to supervillainy to fund his artistic passions

Rast can’t even be polite enough to listen to the monologue of the villain he created. Rude ass bastard.

Look, boys, I’m just saying, let Brandon go, just long enough to knock one of Rast’s teeth in. I think it would do wonders, just amazing things would happen.

#achi liveblogs #less thoughts here but definitely something

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