#and they do just follow me around afterwards

[beccarodeupontheafternoontrain]

Guest in the Relationship

Damian Wayne x reader

Word count: 3024

Warnings: mugging, some violence, slight angst and unedited

First work I’ve written in a long time so constructive criticism is welcomed, but please be kind and I hope you enjoy :)

I looked at the clock on my bedside table. 7:34. It had been over an hour since Damian was supposed to pick me up for our date. I'd been discussing how much I wanted to see this film for months at this point - ever since the first promo trailer dropped. The tickets I had bought for opening night went unused in my desk drawer from another date Damian had forgotten or been late to.

The number of dates planned but gone uncompleted seemed insurmountable now, endless even. In the year and a half I'd been dating Damian I had gotten used to the constant family emergencies, other plans he had or straight up just him forgetting you had plans in the first place. Damian always apologised profusely afterwards and I had always forgiven him. It was a non-problem. Yes it hurt and was annoying, but it wasn't till recently his inability to prioritise you had become a problem. Jon had gotten himself a boyfriend, a boyfriend who showed up to every date early bearing gifts for Jon. I was beyond happy my best friend had finally found himself someone, but a green lens always covered my vision when he told me about how perfect his relationship was. Especially when he mentioned how him and his boyfriend had gone to see the film I seemed to have mentioned in nearly every sentence I'd spoken as of recent. To top the cake this conversation occurred at a friend lunch date which Damian cancelled going to last minute because of a 'family emergency'. I refused to think about what or rather who a family emergency was. I glanced at the clock again, 7:43. If I didn't leave soon I'd miss the film, again, I wasn't going to waste anymore cinema tickets. With a sigh I braced myself and my heart for once again doing something alone that I was supposed to, should be doing with Damian.

The film had barely reached the halfway point when I finally decided to leave the screen. The vice grip holding my heart captive was too much to handle, the pain was making me physically sick. The film was just as good as Jon had said, I just wished Damian was there to see it with me or had at least replied to one of my texts asking where he was. My heart hurt so much from the disappointment of not only missing Damian, but also from not being able to enjoy the film i'd been waiting for, for so long. Did I really mean so little to Damian? Surely he would have broken up with me by now if he had no interest in me. But then why did we barely see each other anymore, I couldn't even recall the last time we saw each other outside of school. Maybe he just didn't know how to break up with me. My heart burned just at the thought he didn't want me anymore. Tears started rushing down my face, harder than before. I couldn't walk back into the screen like this, I just needed to go back to my house. Despite the 45 minutes in the dark it would take, I decided to walk home, I couldn't bear the idea of anyone on the bus giving me funny looks for crying. I should have really performed a risk assessment before walking around Gotham at night, but I was too focused on trying to calm my heavy breathing and halt my tears.

My steps sped up when my front door became visible, I really just wanted to sleep. I was too distracted to notice the balaclava clad man who had been following me for two blocks already. He grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming for help and pulled me into the closest alleyway. I knew a bruise was going to form from where he shoved me against the wall. My tear's amplified significantly, this was quite frankly the worst time I could be mugged. A knife found its way against my neck "empty your pockets." his words were slow and clear - no fear of being caught by one of the many vigilantes who called Gotham their home. "I don't have anything." Any attempts I was making to appear strong to the man in front of me failed miserably due to the cracking of my voice. My never ending crying from past hour and a bit had done me no favours. The mugger placed the knife more firmly against my neck "I won't repeat myself again" his lips were so close to grazing my ear "empty your pockets." I couldn't see any clear escape from this situation, I needed to try and diffuse it. "Please, I really don't have anything!" My voice was considerably louder and more firm this time. I could feel the edge of the knife slowly cutting into the skin of my neck. Where was the obnoxious bird inspired superhero when you needed him. He always seemed to be lurking around your neighbourhood, so why now was he failing to grace you with his presence. The mugger pushed me further against the wall, hard, so hard I could feel the brickwork through my raincoat. He pushed one hand into my pockets while the other kept the knife placed at my throat. The man got increasingly angered as spare change, my film ticket and a piece of gum fell to the floor. When he finally took my phone out of my pocket, I could tell there was a low chance of me escaping this encounter unscathed. My 5 year old iPhone would barely get him enough money to buy a meal at Bamonte's. The man's body language caused my heart even faster I feared it might actually leave my body. I had never seen someone so angry. He grabbed my face with both hands, the roughness of his hands could leave cuts on my skin themselves. His grip became impossibly tighter on my face in order for him to smash my face into the brick behind. A loud pained yelp escaped my lips. Pleads begging someone would help invade my mind - bird themed hero or neighbour, anyone. The man stepped back, twirling his knife in his hand, staring at me like he was contemplating what to do next. I screamed. It was the only option I had left, there were no other means to escape this situation. There was no way I could overpower this man, especially when he was wielding a knife he'd already cut me with. All I could do was scream for help and pray someone would hear me.

Luckily for me and unfortunately for the man in front of me, a caped shadow appeared from behind the man. Relief possessed my body as I watched the mugger be knocked out. Where moments prior rough hands gripped my face, now gloved hands cradle my cheeks. Jade green eyes analysing my face in a silent question. A question I was not yet ready to answer. Instead I wrapped my arms around Robin's shoulders burying my head in the crook of his neck, the phrase thank you becoming my mantra. Me and Robin had only stumbled across each other a handful of times previously, usually on a late night walk of mine where he started off by lecturing me of the dangers of walking around alone at night and ended with us stargazing on my fire escape discussing our secrets.

I am unsure what happened over the next few minutes, shock and tears overtook my body. All I am sure of is that Robin held me throughout it all. He let me stay holding him, kissing my temple and stroking my hair, reassuring me everything was okay now. When I finally felt like I could breathe again, I removed my head from where it rested against Robin's shoulder so I could look at him "I'm sorry." I said, my voice reverting back to its hoarse quiet mess as a result of my crying. He shook his head at me, removing the remnants of my tears with his fingers. "There's no need to be sorry." I hesitantly smile at him "I guess I should have listened more to your lectures." My attempt at brightening the mood fails when Robin doesn't reciprocate my smile. "I need you to promise me that you'll never walk alone at night again." His greens pleaded with me to listen to him as he continued even more seriously. "If I hadn't gotten there when I had" Robin cuts himself off, looking away from me and swallowed harshly. "I need you to promise me so I know you're safe. I might not always be there to protect you." When he finally looked back at me the desperation in his eyes was clear as day. I presented him with my pinky "I promise." His bodily visibly relaxed in front of me as he joined our pinkies together.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked Robin. "Nearly half 10. Why?" He seemed genuinely baffled as why that would be the first proper thing I thought about after the type of attack I just endured. "Do you know where my phone is?" I chose to ignore his confusion. Robin looked at the floor, searching for where the mugger had dropped my phone. Fortunately, bar a few scratches to the screen, my phone had survived the attack. I had two notifications, one from my mum which arrived before the attack asking for my ETA and another from Jon asking if me and Damian enjoyed the film. No messages from Damian. None. It had been over 4 hours since we were supposed to meet. I could feel the tears start to well back up in my eyes. This wasn't the first time he hadn't responded to my messages, but it had never happened at a time where I really needed him. I needed to go home and I didn't mean the building across the road. I needed to be in Damien's arms.

I looked towards Robin who was collecting my belongings from where the man had dropped them on the pavement. I wanted to escape this situation now. Taking a breath in an attempt to contain my tears, I watched as Robin paused when he picked up my film ticket from the ground an almost incoherent curse coming from his mouth. "I really need to get home now." My teeth clenched, I was so close to crying again. I refuse to cry in front of Robin again tonight. "Thank you so much for everything." Robin opened his mouth as if to respond but I turned around before he could speak a word, practically sprinting to my front door. I just needed to hide in my bed from the world for a while. Too much had happened in such a short space of time. I needed to debate what to do about the whole Damian situation and process the attack I just experienced.

Two hours later and my phone had not stopped buzzing. Damian had been calling and messaging me non-stop to apologise and ask if I'm okay. While all I wanted was for him to hold me and make me feel safe again, how could that happen when I felt like a guest in our relationship. I know I needed to message him to reassure him I was okay and that I just needed time, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Taylor Swift was blasting through my headphones so it was no surprise I didn't hear the knock at my window, or the second, or the third or when the red caped vigilante entered my room. I only noticed him when the duvet protecting me from the rest of the world was removed around my head.

"Hey." Robin seemed nervous. He was never nervous. I sat up in my bed curious as to not only why he was here but also to why he looked so nervous. "Hi." My voice sounded stronger than it had the last time we spoke. He pushed a small rectangular piece of paper into my hands, it was the film ticket I'd left with him before. I looked up at him, tilting my head in confusion. "I just came to return this." His speech was hurried. "And to make sure you're okay of course." I'd thought nothing could ruffle the feathers of this bird, but seemingly I was wrong and I needed to get to the bottom of why he was acting so weirdly. I decided to answer him truthfully. "Apart from the cut to my neck and the probably never ending trauma, I'd say I'm doing okay considering." Robin's eyes flew to my neck, he hadn't noticed the cut till now. "It's really nothing, I'm okay, I swear." I patted the bed next to me as an offer for him to sit, but also in an effort to eradicate the new found fury on Robin's face. Turning to Robin I say "now why don't you tell me what's wrong with you." Robin's anger quickly turns back into apprehension, but his eyes never leave the small cut on my neck. "I don't know what you mean." He replies, words slightly slower than before. I roll my eyes at him, I repeat myself . He's short with his response "nothing." There was no way I was letting this boy leave my room without a proper explanation. "So you go to every damsels room after you rescue them then?" Robins quick response of no was partnered with a shake of the head so familiar to me. Odd. "Then why come visit me after?" Robin was stumped by this question, constantly opening his mouth to answer before closing it again. He finally settled on an answer. "You seemed upset about something else other than the incident earlier" he looked me in the eyes before continuing, god they looked so similar to my favourite pair. Obviously missing Damian was making me look for him in places he had no right being. "As somewhat friends I wanted to see what I could do to help." I'd blanked out half of what Robin had said with my thoughts of Damian. If I was going to get to the bottom of why Robin was acting so weirdly I needed to tell him the truth first. "In all honesty" I started, hands playing with the Wolf teddy given to me by Damian "I'm having some relationship trouble and I don't know what to do about it." Robin's back got impossibly straighter "Problems?" He said through gritted teeth, like he was in pain. "What kind of problems?" I gripped the Wolf harder "I don't think my boyfriend loves me anymore." Tears started to fall down my cheeks as Robin sucked in a breath next to me. He looked just as shell shocked as I felt admitting the fact out loud. Robin placed his arm over my shoulders and drew comforting circles on my arm. "What makes you think that?" Robin seemed to really struggle to ask the question, I found it even harder to answer. "I'm not a priority to him anymore, if I ever was. He's constantly creating excuses not to see or talk to me. Damian is keeping so many secrets from me and there's never ending lies." Tears were falling freely from my eyes now, I didn't care if Robin saw them anymore. Robin was shaking his head, but I finished my ramble about mine and Damian's relationship before he could get a word in "I think there may be another girl." Robin looked stricken, panicked, immediately voicing his disagreement with my conclusion. "I can assure you that is not the case at all" his hands are on my face, trying to get me to look at him but I keep my gaze averted. "How would you know?" Venom tainted my voice. I didn't want to be mean but how on Earth would Robin of all people know of Damian's feelings. Robin called my name, desperation plaguing his words. When I still didn't look at him, too angry to dare, he called me by my nickname "Habibti."

My head whipped round to face Robin's. "What did you just call me?" Instead of answering me, he covered my hands with his and directed them towards his domino mask. "What are you doing?" I ask hesitantly "It's okay, Habibti." I slowly peel away the mask to reveal my boyfriend's face. "I can assure you that I do love you Beloved, more than anything." Damian moves my hands to cover his heart "I'm so sorry my actions have made it seem otherwise. You mean the world to me, Habibti." I moved away from him, sitting on the opposite side of the bed to him. "You lied to me." I said. This was obviously not the reaction Damian was hoping for because the calm that had passed over his face once I removed the mask had quickly turned back into panic. He said my name softly and tried to get closer to me. I clambered off the bed in an attempt to get away from him. "I think I need some time." Damian looked as if I'd just burnt down his whole word and moved towards me again. I retreated back a step, halting his movements and causing more anguish to paint his face. "No." I said "Damian, I need some time to think. Please give me that time." He simply nodded his head, fixed his mask back into position and left through my open window.

I chose to keep Damian's Gotham Academy Orchestra hoodie on as I slipped back into bed, cocooning myself in my duvet and replaying the scene that just occurred over and over again in my head. What was I going to do. What was I supposed to do. I grabbed my wolf teddy and clutched it tighter to my chest. I had no idea what the next move I was going to make was, but I knew I had to decide soon.

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[cherllyio]

A timeline of the Season 5 trailer

Are you ready? LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

This was a timeline i made with @lu-zijing in a youtube video we made together.

Video that helped me notice some details: "Lego monkie kid season 5 trailer breakdown" - Ash_Is_Bored

First scene:

I theorise this to be the first scene for 2 reasons:

Wukong isn't wearing a circlet yet

The Sky isnt destroyed yet, and it just looks like normal training between Wukong and MK.

But, after they finish training, MK goes to bed but wakes up somewhere... different:

The mystical monkeys got dragged to court in The Underworld, by The Underworld Kings, clearly by surprise since MK is in his PJ's. Also Wukong is still not wearing a circlet.

They are: "Do you three know of the crimes you have done", so its clearly the first time they are down there.

I imagine they are bassicaly told: "Everything is going wrong because of you three, so stop interfering with this, we will fix it".

This then followed by them getting sent back and being welcomend back to flower fruit mounatin... or what remains of it...

(notice the volcanos around flower fruit mountain from the pilot ep):

Wukong and Macaque are clearly pretty chocked and scared by this revalation, and even give eachother THAT LOOK.

Ep 1 ends here.

After this they probaly gather all the monkeys from the island, and try to find a shelter for the time being.

And after everything is secure, they send MK home with a little: "We will figure this out, Bud, go check on your friends, they are probaly worried sick for where you have been."

What happens after MK gets home, i have no idea, but we do have a couple of scenes that look to be the closest to what happens afterwards:

Pigsy has put up a noddle stand here, to celebrate some kind of "festival". Yet it is then intereupted by the sky suddenly breaking again.

And if that wasnt enough, Li Jing (and Nezha in his mech) shows up, (probaly thinking that the skyes are breaking because of MK, Wukong and Macaque, hence why they were in court earlier)

Li jing sucks MK in his magical pagado (notice how MK is the only one dragged forward)(As mentioned in that breakdown i linked to)

Li Jing(to MK); Don't even think about running!

We are then up in The Underworld again, where Li Jing is formely introduced and the monkeys are told that he is gonna be the next Jade Emperor:

This is also here we learn about the "Pillar of Creation", which is the thing currently on beaming on Flower Fruit Mountain, and is also currently breaking apart (therefore why the sky is breaking)

MK: Sorry what the is "The Pillar of Creation"?

This is also the same scene, where Wukong gets a new circlet on by Li Jing (because Li Jing and The Kings of the underworld think our mystical monkeys are the cause of the sky breaking)

This then followed by the monkeys getting teleported away(to what im guessing is going to be some kind of prison, since they probaly dont trust them out in the world).

The scenes become a bit more scattered after this, and probaly take place further from eachother from now on, but MK, Wukong and Macaque are clearly breaking out prison here:

They then join with the rest of the gang, and try to figure out how to prove that the mystical monkeys are innocent, while also trying to find out how to save the world.

In one of these scenes they stumble upon Li Jing, where Macaque stays behiend to give the others some time (but sadly gets trapped in the pagado in the process)

This was mentioned in the breakdown with the glow, Macaque has on him in this scene, which is the same that shows when Li Jing uses his Pagado:

Hence why Macaque isnt in the following scenes after this.

I can imagine Macaque gets trapped in The Underworld after this again (which would cause defintly some BAD MEMORIES to come back) (Shadowpeach backstoryyyyy????)

This though would also give us someone "on the inside", who can figure out why they are getting blamed for all of this (maybe he even meets the traitor king)

Anyway, back to the rest of the gang.

On their way, they found out about "four mystical creatures" that can save the world.

But as they go too seek them, where they atleast found two of them, they are dying as they are trying to protect two magical stones.

Therefore, right before they die, they give the stones to MK (notice how they are the same place, in both scenes)

Mei: It seems to have something to do with the stone.

They are though quickly interupted by our dear Li jing(who is honestly such an asshole at this point)

Hopefully, they manage to get away with the stones.

There is a lot of other scenes i could talk about(but since Tumblr wont let me put in any more pictures) i am just going to talk about the last scenes in the season (before the special atleast):

Wukong: Ok MK, there is something inside you that you cant control.

They have clearly gathered all the stones here (so its clearly near the end) , but something has gone wrong, and from what i could figure from others theories( @lunamikobrony2 ) its probaly that something happend to Wukong.

More specifically that (like the other magical creatures) he had to sacrifce himself, since Wukong is the LAST STONE. (again go check out @lunamikobrony2 theory)

So bassicaly this is going to be MK's "Apeshit scene". (and i dont know if that is going to be a good or a bad thing)

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And thats all from me folks! If you want me to analysis more scenes from the trailer and where they fit in the timeline just ask me in my inbox.

!Or! if you have any changes you would like to make to the timeline, be free to say so! I am open to changing my mind about this!

Translations used: 1 (here) - 2 (here)

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[george228732]

MEMENTO AMICIS

It was a cloudy, rainy day, with Popstar still recovering fully from the attacks produced by Fylass, Cosmounse and Niru, so it wasn’t surprising that some harsh weather was going to follow, although by Magolor and Susie’s research, it shouldn’t be too bad, just a minor inconvenience - it was so minor in fact, that Dedede and Meta Knight decided to start their relationship officially with their first date; they confessed their feelings for eachother as a couple the night after the battle that saved the Galaxy and the Universe. Kirby, Bandee and Fylass are being taken care of by the Waddle Dees, since they still have proper recovery to follow, Kirby especially, since he lost his copy abilities. The King and his Knight still needed to take care of themselves for a bit, but they felt healthy enough to go out to a fancy restaurant before the rain catched them up on the way through.

Meta felt awkward to willingly go out without a mask, not only with people around, but also when he’s just starting his romantic life with the King of Dreamland, nonetheless - even then, it was a choice he did himself, even Dedede asked him if he was okay with going out maskless, since he knew that he’d be uncomfortable without it, but the knight thought that it’d be a necessary step to take, since he didn’t need to hide anything anymore, he just needed to take more time with it…

''Wowie…! Look at us! We got here in time…! I can already hear the rain behind us, and we just entered…!'' Dedede sputtered, breathing in and out after running before the rain reached both.

''In…Indeed. Nova, we should have asked Fylass to lend us his umbrella…'' Meta spoke back.

''Oh well! We can’t do anything about that now. At least we’re not soaked wet for it now! Here, let’s pick a seat…!'' He walked towards one of the free tables and sat down in a ''kingly'' manner. Meta followed after, trying to hide his flustered expression with the hat he brought along for the occasion.

''Ah… Perfect…'' Dedede may seem excited and relaxed about what he’s doing, but it was clear that he was nervous that he could screw up the date in any moment, wagging his tail awkwardly and having difficulty with keeping eye focus on his significant other, and so did the other, they were pretty much in love with each other but at the same time it was awkward that they were actually doing this together - they didn’t know that they’d be dating someone in the first place, let alone dating each other, so it was a start…

''...Sooooooooo… Any movies you’d wanna watch when we’re done here?'' Dedede asked awkwardly.

''...I am not sure… In fact, I don’t know what movies there are for today…'' Meta responded.

''...Riiiiiight. We could watch, uh… Uh… Man, I dunno. I guess we’ll figure out when we go there eventually, today is OUR day! …Yeah!'' The king was doing his best to make Meta feel welcome but he’s not sure if he’s either ruining the date or somehow making it better.

''I mean, yes, this is what the day’s all about.'' Meta said. ''...Sorry if I still seem too serious for me to be dating, I am still not used to these romantic activities… I do wonder if my father did have the same problems… He’s a very kind man, and very charming to the eye.''

''Oh! Speaking about that! I’ve never got to see this, but your eyes are so beautiful! Such a bright yellow glimmer! I could look at them all day.'' He said, either complimenting or flirting, or even both.

''A-Ah… Thank you, kindly.'' Meta slightly blushed. ''That Memento Mori given by Morpho really gave out more perks than expected…''

''...Memento?'' Dedede asked.

''Oh, yes, I forgot to explain that… I might explain it later, since it’d be probably very heavy to explain it during a romantic date with you.''

''Ah, ah… Understandable…!'' Dedede was invested in what Meta was planning to say, but overall knew that this was a date, not a place where he probably was going to get depressed afterwards. ''...Hey, uh…''

''Yes…?''

''Do you… uh…. like this? Do you love me? Am I, uh, doing something wrong?'' He was getting pretty insecure about all this - he loves Meta, that’s obvious, but he feels like if he’s acting like this, maybe because he’s doing something wrong.

''...What kind of question is that?'' Meta answered. ''Of course I do…! I said it in front of you.''

''I mean, yes! But… I mean, why would you love ME out of all people. Just look at me! I am messing this date up! I dunno what I am doing wrong, but I am doing SOMETHING wrong, right? I’m truly sorry if I am making this worse than what it was planned. You deserve something big, something great! And I feel like I am not delivering what I should…''

''...Listen, my King. Please, erase those thoughts from your head. You are not doing anything wrong. We just still need to get used to this. I can do nothing but promise that I’ll always appreciate your company and love you, because that’s what I feel… Don’t feel like you’re doing something bad because it’s slow, at least this time.'' Meta responded.

''...Wow. Uh… I… I guess you’re correct. I can also promise that I’ll always, ALWAYS, find a way to love you - I did all this in the first place because I love you. We love each other…! Right?''

''I couldn’t have said it better myself.'' Meta chuckled. ''I love you, my King. I’ll always support you, even if this all seems awkward.''

''I love you too, my knight. I’ll do the same for you. For us…!''

''I am sure.''

It was still awkward, but maybe now, it wasn’t that bad, from there, other small conversations happened. Soon enough, the conversations became longer and longer, and they felt more comfortable with talking about… just about anything.

''Ah! Hello, King and… Meta…!'' A Waddle Dee suddenly came into the scene, apparently being a waiter. ''Sorry for the delay, Marx has been making a mess on the other door about his meal not having a kids toy, even if this is a high class restaurant. Should I take your order?''

''Oh, yes! I forgot about that… Yeah, we’ll take…''

#Metadede #meta knight #king dedede #my art #my doodles #oneshot #Kirby #kirby au #Fylass #kirby Series #niru termina #cosmounse #bandana waddle dee #bandee #bandana dee #marx kirby #marx

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

Indisposed (Noah Sebastian fanfiction) chapter five

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Autors note: i truly love yall's reactions to this story so far, it makes me laugh but also feel so happy as well 😂 :) also just a heads up a big part of this chapter is very nsfw, you have been warned gyuihojgv

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chapter five

My head is spinning with thoughts and my heart is racing with feelings and sadness, so with a sigh I grab my cigarettes and dark red lighter-of course the lighter Noah once gave to me when we had a smoke break together, and I forgot to bring mine, he told me I could keep it-to climb onto my window still, sit on  it, and light a cigarette. While doing so, I look outside, the wind softly blowing through my hair, staring at the moon at the midnight blue sky.

While I smoke, I am deep in thought. In a few hours, the world wakes up again, and I have to pretend that his night didn’t happen with Noah. That I am just his friendly friend-assistant that styles him and does his make up, nothing more. I have to pretend that I didn’t gain so many romantic feelings for him this night, we have to keep this night a secret and lock it up and never look at it again. But, am I capable of doing that?

I sigh when I put my cigarette out, breathing out the last bit of it out of the window. I decide to just climb into bed, to sleep and try to let this night pass as fast as possible. 

As I try to fall asleep, it takes me at least an hour, feeling restless and still thinking too much. But after laying sleepless for a while, I finally, slowly, with pain around my heart, fall asleep.

The next morning arrives, and I groan when I try to put the alarm from my phone off. I sigh, rub my eyes, and stare at the ceiling for a while.

Immediately flashes of last night fill my mind-the afterparty, drunkenly stumbling into my hotel room with Noah, us talking, teasing each other, getting close, and finally having sex. And after that, the most intense conversation with him followed, the most emotional and heartfelt eye contact with him… making me realize I have completely and utterly fallen in love with Noah.

As the time passes, I blink and awake myself from my thoughts again, realizing I really have to get out of bed now. In a hurry, I get everything back into my suitcase, and when I get to the bathroom, last night fills my mind again. Noah standing behind me when I didn’t realize he had entered the bathroom, him teasing me, me teasing him back and making the first move, him seeing me naked for the first time… and of course everything that happened after that fills my mind again. 

I shake my head, cursing, telling myself that I need to focus, and begin to brush my hair, putting in a headband to keep my hair out of my face and brush my teeth afterwards. I clean it up when I’m done and put all my stuff from my bathroom back into my suitcase as well. 

I sigh deeply while I walk into the sleeping era from my hotel room again. I look into my suitcase, deciding what I can wear when we go back on the road again. My eyes get stuck on a black hoodie, a black hoodie Noah once gave to me when I was cold and had nothing warm to wear. I grab it, and can’t help but push my nose into it, and get a warm feeling inside when it smells just like him.

I also can’t help but put his hoodie on, it’s just too soft and comfortable… and at least his scent will be around me the whole time like a warm hug, a warm hug I can’t get from himself. When I’ve also put on jeans and my sneakers, I sigh nervously. There is one thing left to do… and that’s getting breakfast. But the thing that makes me so nervous about it… is that I always get breakfast with the band. Which means I have to face Noah again.

With a racing heart, I make my way towards the breakfast cafe after locking the door behind me. I nervously play with my fingers before I take a deep breath, walking towards the table where Noah and the rest of the band are already sitting. Okay, I got this. Just play it cool…

Noah is seated at the table with the others, all of them chatting and laughing with each other as usual, but he doesn’t seem engaged at all, which breaks my heart a little. His eyes then notice me walking up, but I can see that he pretends to sip his coffee like everything was normal.

`Hey, there she is!´ Nick already greets me, and I try to smile back as warmly as his voice sounds. I sit down at the table next to Nicholas, Jolly and Nick sit in front of us and Noah sits at the end of the table next to me. I can’t help but feel my own heart sink when Noah continues sipping his coffee, saying nothing to me,

`Goodmorning, Nick,´ I greet him back, forcing myself to smile.

`How’d you get any sleep?´ Nick asks me.

`It was… okay,´ I lie.

`Yeah, I know it was a hell of a party last night. You drank so much, ha-ha,´ Nick responds with a laugh.

I hear Jolly chuckle next to him, and he and Nick give each other a curtain look and smirk, and I raise my eyebrows a bit.

`Uh, yeah, let myself go there a little,´ I laugh awkwardly.

When Jolly and Nick keep giving each other looks and grins, I narrow my eyes.

`What’s so funny?´ I ask them.

`Nothing, Hailey, ignore those two children,´ Nicholas says while rolling his eyes, putting his fork down and poking Nick in his side after.

`Okay…´ I say with confusion, trying to eat some food, hoping that it will work with my nerves and all.

`It’s just that…´ Nick starts, making Jolly snort.

`Nick, no,´ Nicholas hisses, making Nick roll his eyes and laugh.

`What? If we weren’t supposed to know or say anything, why were they so loud last night?´ Nick says while shrugging. 

I now look at Noah, hoping he understands any of this inside joke of theirs. His jaw tenses again, and he turns his head to glare at Nick to mumble under his breath: `Shut the hell up Nick…´

`Ah, c’mon man, we are happy that you two finally took the step,´ Nick says with a laugh, and my heart stops beating for a second while my head slowly turns red.

Oh no. Is that where this is all about…?

`Yeah, like, how long have you two been circling around each other now? Months?´ Jolly adds.

Noah’s jaw is starting to clench even more, his fist slightly clenching now as well. `I said, shut up…´ he says through gritted teeth, his gaze now growing even angrier at both Nick and Jolly. I begin to feel really, really uncomfortable.

`Nick, Jolly, shut the fuck up please,´ Nicholas says with annoyance, then looking at me and Noah with a worried look. Nicholas has always been the most mature, calm and caring person of the band, which is why he has become such a good friend and person to talk to through the past half year.

I just stare at my plate in embarrassment, and Nick and Jolly just mumble to each other underneath their breath, and I try my best to ignore it, unable to speak or move. I just keep on staring at my plate with the minutes ticking by, not knowing what to do, and I just cannot look at Noah at all right now-the whole table just turned silent and awkward.

I can feel Noah suddenly staring at me, and it all just becomes too much. `Excuse me,´ I mumble when I abruptly stand up, my chair slightly squeaking against the floor when I do so. I start walking away at a fast pace, desperately needing some fresh air in my lungs.

`I told you guys to just shut up about it. My god,´ I can still hear Nicholas mumble when I walk away, and when I hear  another chair squeak, I know that Noah is following me.

I just walk out of the breakfast cafe at the first exit I see, entering a sort of garden visitors can sit in, full of long, bright trees, and colorful, big bright flowers. I spot a wooden bench in the middle of the small garden, tiles clicking underneath my sneakers when I walk towards it to sit down, trying to catch my breath properly.

I can see a shadow hovering over me, and when I look up I see Noah standing in front of me, the sun behind him shining on his soft brown hair, and I swallow. `Hi,´ I greet him quietly.

For a while, Noah just stands there, staring at me for a moment. His eyes seem hurt but also soft as he notices me wearing the hoodie he once gave to me. ‘Hey,’ he then finally responds, his voice soft and quiet.

‘How did you sleep?’ I manage to ask him.

‘Like the dead,’ he honestly answers me. ‘Although… I didn’t exactly wake up very well this morning….’

Noah’s eyes are avoiding mine a bit now, and I begin playing with the strings of his hoodie again. ‘Me neither,’ I sigh, and his head lowers a little when he hears my response.

‘We have to hit the road again in a few hours,’ I then say, trying to talk to him in a way I would normally do as he sits next to me on the wooden bench, because we have to pretend like nothing happened last night either way… right?

He looks away for a brief second, seeming to try to keep his emotions for himself and unexposed to me. ‘Uhm, yeah… right. The venue is only about an hour away, as I heard.’

‘Yeah… I’ve seen the schedule. So, since the venue will be more warm tonight, I’ve been thinking about changing some things about your guys outfits for tonight-not in a dramatic way or something, don’t worry. But since at some point you wear that black blouse, right, I’ve been thinking of giving you a black t-shirt underneath it for when it gets warm and you decide to take it off if you want to, maybe that one with the Bad Omens logo at the corner top? I don’t know yet,’ I just ramble on, trying to act as normally and casually as possible, as if today will be a normal day again. 

Noah nods. ‘Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. That black t-shirt is a staple for sure. I like that one…’

‘Great. I’ll make sure it will be ready in your dressing room tonight.’ I try to sound enthusiastic, but know I fail a little. After that I just get quiet, not really knowing what to say anymore. I really suck at pretending.

I can feel him staring at me when I look down at my own hands, and I hear him take a deep breath, as if he needed to give himself courage, when he quietly asks me: ‘So… you’re going to be… normal with me now?’

‘I mean… I have no choice right?’ I ask him with a sad smile, a pang shooting me through the chest. ‘Show must go on. I’ll just be part of your team again… dress and style you... and that’s it. How it always has been.’

At first he can’t really respond to that, looking conflicted with himself and the situation, his fist slightly clenched. ‘Yeah… Guess so,’ he just mumbles, his head now turning away from mine.

My heart aches when I see him like this,  so defeated, and clearly equally as sad about this whole situation as me. This isn’t how my teasing, joking, exciting and beaming Noah normally is around me… and it breaks my heart. His arms are crossed as he now looks at the sky.

‘I hope you know that…’ I sigh, struggling with finding the right words. ‘Last night wasn’t just nothing to me, Noah. It truly has been the best intimate moment I’ve ever had with someone,’ I gulp, trying to get myself to stay calm. ‘It’s just… with my and your position… I guess we just can’t.’

I get sad when he still doesn’t look back at me, and my hand slowly moves towards his knee… to just let it rest there in a gesturing manner… but I decide that that will only make things harder for us, so I just pull my hand back again. 

‘I just… don’t know what else to say,’ I say with a hoarse voice, still hoping he will look back at me, but he still doesn’t while staying quiet. So I just slowly nod, standing up again. ‘I’ll be on the tour bus, we are about to leave in…’ I look at my watch, and sigh. ‘Half an hour.’

Noah just nods, still not facing me. ‘I’ll see you…’ he whispers, sounding like his voice is about to crack. 

It hurts, it hurts so much that that’s the only response I get from him. Is that really all he has to say to me? After all that I just said to him?

`Yeah, see you,’ I mumble back, sounding hurt and frustrated, slowly walking away from him.

‘No wait-please don’t,’ I hear Noah whisper behind me, his voice sounding broken and desperate. I immediately turn around when I finally hear him speak, and my heart shatters when I see him this vulnerable, this broken, filled with tears in his eyes. I can’t help but walk back to him and quickly wrap my arms around him, his head leaning into my chest because of that, my hands stroking his hair gently and carefully.

It feels like his body almost collapses in my embrace when he feels my arms wrapped around him, and his own arms wrap around my waist so tightly in a quick response, and I feel his tears soaking up my hoodie. I try to hold back my own tears, and it feels like Noah breaking down to me like this has to something more than just last night. I do remember him sometimes vaguely telling me that he has moments where he feels very alone during tour, missing his friends and family he always has to leave behind while going on the road. That he sometimes misses someone around him, especially when he’s all alone and has to sleep in a strange hotel room. And when a band member joins him to share a room, it just doesn’t help, and it isn’t what he needs either… Is that why he is reacting so emotionally and sad about our situation? 

Noah clings onto me tightly, not letting me go for even a second. He holds onto me like he never wants to let me go, like he can’t let me go, and it breaks my soul. He just keeps on sobbing in my hoodie.

‘Hey… it's okay,’ I whisper to him while still gently stroking his hair. ‘It’s okay, you’re not alone,’ I add, knowing and sometimes noticing how alone he can feel during tour, it matching the words I just thought about, knowing that last night probably meant a lot to him… because for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t alone, and someone was loving and touching him, caring for him… really seeing him. 

And I can’t help but feel the same way-tour and being on the road for the first time away from my friends and family has been very lonely for me as well. And that’s why I’m so glad that Noah and I started to get along so well, it was very helpful to get through the hard and lonely moments. And now that last night happened… I truly felt so complete and seen by him, so adored, so beautiful and sexy, and wanted… A feeling I haven’t felt in a long time-maybe never…

Noah’s grip just strengthens so much after my caring whispers to him, and he holds on tighter to my hoodie, his tears still soaking into the black fabric. ‘But… I feel so alone,’ he mutters between sobs between his tears, his whole body trembling so much in my embrace as his tears just keep flowing. He clings onto me with such need, such heartbreak, and fear. 

‘I know, I know,’ I say, leaning my head on top of his soft hair. ‘But you’re not. As long as I’m here, you’re not.’

Hearing my words makes Noah’s body shake so much with emotions that I myself have to hold him even tighter, his body getting unstable because of his heartbreaking sobs. My heart breaks into a million pieces for this man I’ve begun to care so much about in such a short time, and I’ve completely fallen for since last night. I have never seen him like this, so broken and desperate for love, reassurance and care-he normally puts on such a brave face to everyone. 

‘I’m here, I won’t leave,’ I whisper back, still stroking his hair, hoping and praying that I can keep my promise to him.

‘Please hold me… I need you to hold me,’ Noah then mumbles between his tears, his words cracking as he speaks.

‘I’m here, holding you as long as you need,’ I softly and warmly say to him, my arms wrapping tighter around him. His head is still gently resting on my chest as he lets out his suffering and hurt. 

After a minute of two, Noah’s sobs begin to slow down, his body shaking less and less, but he still holds into me. His sobs gradually become soft breathing and he then lets out a content sigh, and gently rubs the tip of his nose into my chest, nuzzling to me with absolute affection. My heart completely explodes, being overflowed with all kinds of emotions for him. I gently press a kiss on his head, slightly blushing while doing so.

He then gently rubs his cheek against my chest, feeling comfortable in my arms, and we both don’t yet want to move, just relishing in this moment of intimacy. Minutes pass by, us just being intertwined and connected like this, my arms wrapped around him and Noah's face buried in my chest while I can feel his breathing slow down and become peaceful again. 

‘Noah,’ I then whisper, ‘I hate to say this, but it’s time to go. We have to get ready to leave with the bus.’

He doesn’t respond to my words, at least not at first. But after a few moments, he just finally mutters out quietly: ‘Do we have to?’

That makes me chuckle, and I shake my head while doing so. ‘Yeah, silly, we have to go. The venue is an hour away and we have to get everything ready in time.’

Nah holds me for just a few moments longer, making my heart feel warm by the way he still wants to hold me so close to him, before he slowly tilts his head from my chest and raises it to look at me with reddened, but calm eyes now, and a soft smile on his handsome face. 

‘One more minute?’ he pleads to me quietly, and I smile back at him, he is adorable like that, I can’t lie.

‘I wish we could have that one minute, but we really have to go I fear,’ I respond, but I do give him a small peck on his lips. 

Then, he slowly pulls back from me, and looks into my eyes. `Okay… I guess it’s time,’ he murmurs quietly, a small smile still left on his lips from my kiss. 

‘Let's go,’ I smile and I hold out my hand for him, which he takes when he stands up again. He squeezes my small hand compared to his large one, and then with the faintest smile left on his face he takes a deep breath, exhales, and gently starts walking with me towards the tour bus. I also try to keep the most stable expression on my face, my heart and body already missing his embrace, and I have the feeling that I’m not the only one feeling that way. 

The crew has already loaded in our suitcases, and I can notice that some crew members give us puzzled (and some worried, since you can still tell that Noah cried) looks when they see us holding hands. But lucky for us, they don’t ask us questions, and I feel quite relieved by that.

When we step into the tour bus, Nicholas is the first person who spots us, looking at Noah and me in worry when he also sees that Noah has cried. Noah excuses himself to the toilet, probably to freshen up, and that makes me sit next to Nicholas with a deep sigh. I have to admit, right now I’m kinda glad that Nick and Jolly are probably asleep in the back of the bus. Don’t get me wrong, I know they can be very caring as well, but one wrong comment and Noah would probably lose it.

‘What’s up?’ Nicholas asks me immediately when I sit down, and I bite my lip. Nicholas has always been a good and sweet person to me, always listening to me when I have worries, and giving me the best piece of advice. He has opened me with warm and open arms since the beginning of working for the band, and for that I will always be thankful. He truly became a good friend. 

But can I share this secret with him though? I mean, since what happened this morning at breakfast, it obviously isn’t a secret to the band anymore that me and Noah have slept together. But… it has become more than just that. 

‘Noah just has a hard time on tour sometimes, missing his family and all, it’s making him feel a bit lonely sometimes,’ I just respond. I mean, it's half of the truth, but the truth that he probably already knew.

‘Oh,’ Nicholas responds quietly, giving me a soft and empathetic look. ‘Yeah, I know that he can struggle quite a lot with that.’

But his look is pushing me towards the truth, towards the one thing that is bothering me-something that Nicholas has always been very good at. Goddamnit. 

‘Here’s the thing…’ I begin with a sigh. ‘Me and Noah… we slept together. It’s just… I fear it began feeling more than just sex to us as the night went on,’ I explain, my cheeks turning a little red as I do so. Nicholas ’eyes widen a bit at my revelation, making my stomach flip a little with nerves.

 ‘I see,’ he finally responds calmly after seeming to have progressed a bit from what I have been saying.

‘I know! I know, it’s messed up,’ I groan, leaning my head against the window next to me with my eyes squeezed shut.

‘May I ask why you two slept together?’ Nicholas then probes gently, after a moment of silence.

My eyes flutter open again  and I think about his question for a moment. ‘Well… ever since I joined the team, and got to know Noah… there has been something between us. Some kind of tension. Teasing, joking… At some point some flirting got involved. Like, I guess we always had mutual attraction to one another, and we always get along so well. And if I’m being honest… because of the way has looked at me before, and acted towards me before-and me probably as well-we wanted to have this moment way, way earlier. But we never really got the chance… until last night.’ I sadly smile while thinking back at it. ‘And… I guess a lot of feelings got involved.’

Nicholas just listens to me intently, silently listening to me explaining everything in a complete and true way. Of course, he can tell that I’m not done talking, and holding something back.

‘Do you think Noah has feelings for you, too?’ he then finally quietly asks me.

I shrug, playing with the strings of Noah’s sweater again, it’s really turning into a nervous habitat now. ‘I don’t know… I mean, it seems like it?’

Nicholas just studies my face intently again, knowing exactly where my mind is going at this moment, as always. He can probably see my confusion, the doubt, the anxiety, the questions all flashing through my face like some giant, confusing and overwhelming storm. He moves closer to me, and places his warm hand on my shoulder as reassurance and care. 

‘It's just… It's not fucking fair,’ I say, a tear now escaping from my eye. ‘Like.. I have the feeling like I have finally found that special person everyone always writes songs and movies about, y’know? In the span of just one fucking night. Then why does my job position have to make this so complicated?’

Nicholas still holds onto my shoulder and rubs it comfortingly when he sees tears now sliding down my cheeks from both my eyes, as a complete wave of sadness and despair probably wash over my face while I speak. His face is completely solemn at the moment, but then he finally soothingly mutters to me: ‘I know…’

I now fully turn my body to him as I begin to speak again, looking at him with curiosity. ‘I mean… It’s not like something like this is forbidden, right? I think I’ve seen some other artists that dated a team member before… or would we come into trouble with our management or something? What do you think?’

I know I must sound completely desperate now, desperate for that one good, hopeful answer from him that can indeed confirm that what Noah and I are doing isn't wrong and can be allowed, and to be honest, I am indeed desperate for that answer. Nicholas takes a deep, contemplative breath as he thinks for a moment, and looks into my eyes while thinking out loud. 

‘Well, honestly… I don’t think there is an official rule against the lead being with someone from the team. I’ve indeed seen it happen as well… But I know that management isn’t going to be really happy about it if it gets out. So, probably, you have to keep things really quiet-like, low profile, and under wraps. They’re gonna want to keep the whole image and reputation of the band squeaky clean.’

I am very close to answering him that I could totally do that out of the utter desperation for Noah and getting to be with him, but honestly… could I? Could we? Having to live in a secret and pretend to the band’s audience-and the rest of the world-that nothing’s going on between me and Noah? What if paparazzi or news reporters ask about Noah’s love life? What would he have to answer every single time?

Nicholas now squeezes my shoulder gently as a way of comforting me as he can see the anxiousness now growing on my face, taking in everything he just informed me, and going through a whole mental wave of doubts and concerns on how to handle things. ‘Look, it's gonna be okay. You guys can make it work, if you really want to, and if you two really care about each other enough… It’s just probably gonna take some patience,’ he mutters to me, calmly as always.

‘But… how do I know Noah even wants to go that way with me?’

Nicholas just looks gently into my worried eyes, thinking for a moment. He then responds: ‘The only thing I can honestly say… Is that time will tell. You two will have to get the chance to talk about all of this sooner or later. Then just see what happens from there.’

I nod, quickly wiping away a few tears that still hang on my chin, looking at him with a soft and thankful smile. ‘Thank you so much, Nicholas, truly.’

And just after I say that I can see Noah appear out of the toilet again, making my stomach flip. I wonder if he could have picked anything up from me and Nicholas’ conversation while he was in there, but I just hope he didn’t. He notices us sitting together as he is walking towards us, and I smile kindly at him.

‘Hi Noah,’ I sweetly greet him with a soft voice, while Nicholas gets up so Noah can sit next to me now, patting Noah on the back with a sweet and reassuring smile.

‘Hi yourself,’ Noah smiles back at me, sitting next to me on the couch, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. The gesture is quite unexpected to me, so I blush.

‘How are you feeling now?’ I ask.

‘Bit better,’ Noah responds with a genuine, comforting smile, and I hope that it’s at least half of the truth. 

‘I’m glad,’ I say, patting his knee with my hand before looking out of the window again, admiring the view as we drive. Since going on tour with the band, I have come across so many places I have never been to before in the US, a country I haven't been born and raised in. I was born and raised in a small, religious town in the United Kingdom, and trust me when I say I have never felt this free before.

I can feel Noah stare at me, so I look back at him with a small grin. ‘Enjoying the view, hm?’ I say, and I can’t help but tease him a little again.

Noah looks at me like he has been caught in the act for a moment, but then his eyes light up with a smirk at my tease with a nod. ‘ Very much,’ he says, before leaning forward a bit.

‘The view sitting right next to me is actually absolutely breathtaking,’ he adds with an even bigger smirk, as I realize that he’s talking about me.

My heart races when I hear his smooth compliment, and I smirk back just as big. ‘Wow, well thank you,’ I say, playfully tucking my hair behind my ears.

‘You’re very welcome,’ Noah grins while nodding again, the playful flirtation between us starting to flow again. His gaze now trails from my face down to my neck, to his long and to me oversized sweater hanging on my body, a smirk playing at his face.

I blush, remembering I haven’t talked about his hoodie yet. ‘Yeah, I saw it in my suitcase… it’s just comfortable okay…’

A grin lights up Noah’s face as he sees my face getting a redder color again. ‘Hey, you don’t have to justify or explain yourself to me… I think it looks great on you.’

I smile shyly at him. ‘Thank you,’ I say, and then let out a quick laugh. Noah looks at me with a questioning look, and I shake my head when I laugh yet again. 

‘Nothing… I just… For some reason I just pictured you in a tank top of my own. Don’t think that one is gonna fit you,’ I snort.

Noah chuckles when I snort. ‘Oh yeah? Never thought of me as a tank top kinda guy?’ he teases, and it seems like he is smirking more and more at my funny imagination. 

‘It’s just…’ I can’t even finish when my laughter just becomes more. My god, I can really laugh at the most unserious and pointless stuff. ‘That's not it. Noah, our sizes are quite different, so…’ I just burst out laughter while I keep shaking my head, my eyes squeezing shut and my hand on my stomach.

Noah joins my laughter as I can’t even finish my sentence, and he then scans over his own large, tall body, and my smaller, curvy frame, and he seems to can’t help and smirk even more.

‘Yeah… We might have just a tiny size difference, huh?’ he jokes between laughs. 

‘Just a little,’  I giggle, hitting my fist lightly at his arm brushing against mine next to his and Noah grins again.

‘You are so tiny. Compared to my tall, hot self, of course,’ he teases, playfully pulling me closer and wrapping his large, strong arms around me. My eyebrows raise, now smirking back at him.

‘Oh yeah, yeah. You’re such a big guy,’ I wink.

His grin only turns bigger as he feels my body moving closer to his as well, wrapping his whole arm around my waist now and leaning us back into the couch with me in his arms, a sexy smug smile on his face.

‘Damn right I am…’ he chuckles, letting his fingers run underneath his hoodie I am wearing, sliding under the material from the inside as they trail gently up my bare stomach. And he makes it do all kinds of flips the moment his fingers touch my skin, my heart pounding loudly in my own ears.

‘Oh, I know. I think I remember seeing it last night,’ I smirk, obviously talking about something else than just him being tall.

Noah smirks even more now as he sees my stomach muscles involuntarily flex at his light, trailing touch under the fabric I’m wearing, his fingers sliding up higher and higher, right up my stomach’s middle. He looks into my eyes with that same, seductive gaze, his face now just inches from mine as he lets out a small chuckle. 

‘Oh, really now?’ he murmurs softly, his voice smooth and low right next to my ear.

‘Hmhm,’ I hum in response, going absolutely insane from his touch and voice alone, but I try my best to not let him notice. ‘I even remember it feeling quite good inside of me.’

Noah's breath now grows heavier as he smirks once more, his eyes now darkened, and he now slides his palm under the middle of my stomach in a slow, gentle caress. ‘What else do you remember…?’ he whispers next to my ear, his voice low and huskier than ever.

 ‘I also remember my hand wrapping around it at some point… my mouth,’ I whisper back in his ear, teasing him just as much back with my words alone.

I can feel his pants becoming tight at my words, and he lets out a low growl as he slides his hand a little higher under my hoodie, feeling the soft skin of my body. ‘I think you might have to go into a little more detail with all that,’ he rasps in my ear, his warm breath hitting my sensitive skin as he lets out that sexy growl, his breathing heavier again as he lets his fingers slide higher, and higher. 

I bite my lip when his lips trail over my neck, almost wanting to let out a small whimper, so I close my eyes. ‘Well… I also remember you inside of me… me on top of you, riding you until I left you quite breathless,’ I whisper back into Noah’s ear, leaving a small kiss on his own neck after.

He grabs my body even more tightly against him in his strong arms, as if he's gonna explode from the intense desire that shot through his body from my seductive words I whispered into his ear. His breathing only grows heavier and faster in this moment, and I feel my own breathing rising up as well. 

‘Fuck,’ he groans softly, low, and husky-voiced in my ear, as his fingers slide into the middle of my stomach now.

‘Do my words affect you, big boy?’ I can’t help but teasingly ask him with a smirk, looking him right into his eyes while doing so.

Noah’s eyes are even darker with lust in this moment, groaning again when he gets called like that by me. ‘You know they do,’ he quietly says, his gaze so intense that I can almost feel it burning into me.

‘Hmm. Good, good,’ I smile evilly while looking at his lips, licking my own after. 

He now lets his hand slide slowly and more intensely up the skin of my bare stomach underneath my sweater, feeling me and almost pulling me in with his fingers, trying to get me as close as possible in my current position. His eyes don’t even waver as they remain firmly set into mine, and they look so intense, and dark.

‘You have no idea how badly I want you right now,’ he almost whispers in a moan.

His words and fingers on my stomach alone already make me feel so damp down there, and God, I want him so bad too. ‘Hmm… I guess you have to be a little patient until we arrive, Noah. You can’t just fuck me right here on the couch from the tour bus, can you now?’ I smirk, daringly. ‘What might the others think…?’

Noah lets out a chuckle that’s mixed with a low groan, his breaths still coming at a panting rate as his eyes now grow with even more lust. ‘You're so naughty…,’ he chuckles, now pulling me even closer to his body in his arms.

‘They all sound asleep so don’t worry about them. I can be very quiet,’ he shrugs with a smirk, as his fingers now trail up and down my bare skin again.

‘But can I, though?’ I smile innocently, now leaning towards his ear again. ‘You know how loud I can be when you fuck me so good like last night, right?’ I whisper hoarse and seductively into his ear again. 

‘Mhm,’ he whispers in agreement, still trailing his fingers up and down, now having his large palm slide under you, almost grabbing my skin from behind, as he brings his face more into my shoulder just under my neck. His hand is now slowly palming my damp era, making me have to bite my lip to hold back a moan. 

His gaze now looks dark and seductive when he sees me doing that, and he chuckles quietly against my neck. ‘So you’re getting all wet for me already, huh?’ he murmurs low and quiet, his voice deep as he brushes his nose over my neck.

His words alone drive me insane again, making me get even wetter. The palm of his hand is slowly getting replaced by his fingers, and I have to place my hand on my mouth to silence my whimpers and moans. Noah moans low to the sight of that and the feeling of my wetness around his fingers.

‘That’s a good girl…’ he whispers lowly, his low moans and groans right against my skin as he kisses the sensitive skin of my neck. ‘You’re being so good for me...’

For fucks sake, he makes it really hard to not scream his name and come all over his fingers already, so I just grind my hips against them and close my eyes as I arch my back, trying to hold back my climax. His touch feels way, way too good.

‘Don’t hold back, sweetheart,’ he whispers against my skin when he can feel me hold back, and I just nod, biting the inside of my hand, still grinding against his fingers.

‘I… I just don’t want to wake up the others,’ I whimper against my hand.

Noah chuckles softly, knowing very well that I need and want all of my senses right now, and not worrying about anything else. 

‘If you’re being too loud they can only blame themselves for being light sleepers, right?’ he teasingly jokes, and I just nod while I squeal, his fingers only moving faster and more intensely. The way he kisses my neck again makes it impossible for me to hold my climax back, so I stop fighting it and moan loudly against my hand. 

Noah feels me tense up in his arms, my body almost frozen as I arch my back, and he grins against my neck as my breathing grows faster when I come. When it slowly slows down again, he asks me: ‘Did you just…?’

‘Yeah,’ I breathe back with a sly smile, making him chuckle and smirk against my neck again as he lifts his head and moves closer to my face, his gaze still dark and filled with desire.

‘I did wonder why you covered up your mouth for a moment,’ he softly laughs, trailing his fingers up and down my sensitive skin for a moment again, before he pulls me into his chest. 

‘Well, I can be loud as fuck, duh,’ I playfully respond while rolling my eyes. 

He smirks again, kissing my neck while doing so, his hands still trailing up and down my sides and skin. ‘You certainly can…’ he murmurs against my neck, letting his lips trail lightly and kissing his way down my sensitive skin. I enjoy them, and sigh deeply out of pleasure. 

His touch is still slow and gentle, but his kisses become more intense as he lets them trail, and I then feel him tuck at my sweater, making me now chuckle myself. ‘You really want to go for it and take the risk of getting caught, don’t you?'

He just nods and smirks when I ask him that question. ‘You could hardly hold yourself back there, love…’ he whispers in reply as he tugs my sweater up to pull it off my body. Since I wear no bra underneath it, my breasts are already exposed to him right away. 

He lets the sweater fall on the floor, and stares at my body in front of him, completely speechless for a second when he looks at me with amazement. It takes a moment for him to find his words again, looking me up and down while drinking in my appearance in front of him, looking like he is completely mesmerized by it. ‘Oh, God… You’re so…’

I tilt my head, so my soft wavy hair falls over my shoulders a little. ‘I’m so… what?’ I smirk. 

‘You’re just… so goddamn beautiful,’ he whispers quietly, almost more to himself than to you when he does, his eyes just fixed on my bare chest in front of him.

My heart skips a beat for a moment through hearing those words, and I slightly blush. In response to his compliment, I wrap my hands around his neck, giving him a deep kiss. Noah lets out a quiet groan when he feels me do so, and he immediately returns the kiss hungirly, pressing his lips against mine in a passionate way. He wraps his own arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest again. 

I slightly groan during our kiss when he starts squeezing my behind, making me tuck at his hair. He does the same when he feels my hands move into his hair, feeling that he gets goosebumps because of it. He moves my body even closer, shifting his body to let me straddle him on his lap, my bare chest pressing up against his still fully dressed one as I continue my heated, hungry kiss. I then tuck at his own shirt, and that makes him pull his lips from mine, leaning back against the couch, smirking at me. 

‘Looks like you want to take some of my clothes off too, huh?’ he laughs with a mischievous grin.

‘Maybe I want to admire your beauty as well,’ I wink.

He smirks at my response, and just watches me as I start to pull his shirt off his body in one smooth motion, revealing his lean yet defined tattooed body and the defined v-lines on his lower abdomen. He grins when he notices me taking him in with my gaze, clearly loving that I have my eyes on him like that. He is so attractive and hot, it just makes me grab his face again and kiss him passionately. He lets out another groan, this one sounding even more deeper and intense. My whole body turns hot for him, so I begin to tuck at the belt from his pants as well during our kiss. He pulls back from our kiss again with a smirk against my lips. He gently grabs my hands from tugging at the belt of his pants, and pins my hands to the back of the couch above my head.

‘Ah ah ah… Patience,’ he whispers against my lips, ‘let me help you with that.’

Him pinning his hands above my head only makes the moment hotter for me, so I bite my lip in response as I watch him undo his belt. He manages to undo his belt without having to let go of my hands, and grins at my expression as he pulls the belt off and lets it fall to the side of the couch.

I begin to smirk as I see his growing bulge in his underwear, and say: ‘And you tell me that I get wet easily…’

Noah lets out a chuckle, as he lets one of my hands go from where he pinned them just to grab my chin and tip it up. He pulls me in for another deep kiss, moving his hand from my chin down to start exploring the skin of my breasts now, caressing my soft skin. I whimper when he does that, enjoying the feeling, and I pull his own underwear off with my own, getting a little inpatient as I feel my wet spot ache for him. As I do so, he groans loudly against my lips at that moment, the sound so deep and intense, already giving away for me how much he’s enjoying it and how much his body wants me too.

‘Oh God, I need you so bad right now,’ he whispers against my lips, trailing his tongue along my lower lip at that moment, sending a heat of pleasure for him shooting through my chest and stomach. 

And Jesus, I didn’t know that our intimate moments could get any hotter than last night, but here we fucking are. I get wetter by the second, and open my mouth in response to his tongue to let him kiss me deeply and hungirly. 

‘You can have me,’ I mumble against his lips. He just holds me, my body straddling his lap as his hands hold my waist tightly, dancing with my tongue in an already hungry, but intense kiss. 

I groan because of the way we kiss so intensely, and my body needs him so badly at this point that I decide to not wait any longer, so I slowly let him enter me while I put his tip against me. Noah’s breathing instantly grows heavier as he lets out a moan in his throat when he feels me do that. He pulls from my kiss for a moment, his eyes fixed on me in the moment.

‘You feel so good…’ he whispers hoarsely and quietly against my lips, his fingers already gently holding my waist tightly while guiding his body on his lap.

‘Mhm,’ I hum against his neck as I lean my head there, starting to rock back and forth on his lap, already drunk of desire by his touch and his length inside of me. He lets me lead the pace for a moment, closing his eyes and letting out a groan, tilting his head when he seems to enjoy the feeling while I move on him. 

‘I love riding you, you know that?’ I say to him with a hoarse and seductive voice, placing a kiss on his neck and jaw. ‘Seeing you crumble underneath my touch and all,’ I smirk mischievously.

He lets out another groan as a smirk is also growing on his face, and then chuckles quietly, moving to whisper into my ear. ‘Is that so?’

Noah then lets his words linger in the hot air for a moment, his smirk only growing while his eyes are fixed on my face when he speaks in a deeper, slightly more seductive voice: ‘Prove it.’

‘Oh, I have to prove it?’ I ask with a sly girn. I run my fingers through my long hair, pushing them off my shoulders in an attractive way. I begin to place my hands on both his shoulders for something to hold on to, and look him straight in his eyes with the dirtiest and darkest look I gave him so far, while I start to ride him deeper and faster. ‘Like this, you mean?’

It makes him let out a low moan, his lips parting and his eyes locking with mine with a just as dark look. ‘Oh yeah,’ he says with a then deep, quiet groan. ‘Just like that…’

‘Hmm, good,’ I smirk, letting out a hot moan when he presses his ups a little, hitting my most sensitive spot perfectly like that. My jaw slightly opens, and I let my head fall back while I shut my eyes out of pleasure. 

‘Oh, Christ,’ I can hear him mumble with a moan, and when I open my eyes I see that he lets his own head lean against the couch, his expression becoming almost lost in pleasure when he feels me riding him more.

‘You fuck me so good,’ I breathe, ‘and I love to fuck you back,’ I say with a husky voice before kissing him again. 

Noah lets out another groan at my words, his hips pressing up more against mine when I continue riding him, knowing that it makes it harder for him by the second to keep his own moans from escaping him. 

‘Oh God, that just sounds so goddamn sexy,’ he breathes against my mouth as his lips presses against mine, the kiss growing deeper and intensifying as the heat is building up more and more between our bodies. 

‘Hmm,’ I laugh, and it sounds attractive yet seductive. ‘Well thank you, Sebastian,’ I grin before planting kisses all over his neck and tattooed chest. 

He laughs and at the same time a groan of pleasure, the feeling of my lips on his sensitive hot skin making goosebumps spread all over his skin. 

‘What are you doing to me…’ he mumbles quietly beneath his breath, a light groan escaping him. 

‘All the things you always wished to be let done to you,’ I whisper in his ear with a small grin, the dimple in my right cheek appearing as I do so. 

Noah lets his head tilt as I speak, letting his eyes shut for a moment while his head is leaned to the side from the way my lips are against his skin. ‘Oh, you don’t even know…’ he quietly mumbles with a light chuckle, feeling his skin heating up more and mine does the exact same.

But suddenly an idea appears in my head by the way we talk to each other, and I mischievously smile at him before getting up from his lap so he slides out of me again. I see Noah looking at me with confusion and a bit disappointment while I do so, but I hope he gets my move when I begin to sit on his length again only now with my behind, giggling a little, a smug expression on my face. A slight gasp of surprise, or maybe even out of excitement, leaves Noah the moment he instantly realizes what I’m doing.

‘And this? Is this something you’ve sometimes secretly fantasized about…?’ I whisper while I look at him from my shoulder, slowly moving up and down on him from behind, a dirty smirk instantly spreading across his face as he clearly is enjoying how this sudden position feels, and maybe how it looks as well.

‘Oh, God yes…’

‘Great,’ I say with the same dirty smirk, and when I feel Noah’s hand move to my breasts when he leans against my back, his head leaning against my shoulder, I moan again. His mouth is trailing along my skin gently with kisses, and I can't help but curse while moaning again by the feeling, my movements instantly moving faster at the same time. 

Noah lets out a moan as well while his breathing grows faster, his hand on my breast still gently massaging it a bit more, and his other hand gently reaches up to move my hair off my neck, to make it easier to continue kissing it and gently nibble on it. I roll my eyes back out of pleasure, feeling that my climax is getting close, and I slowly let his hand slide towards my wet spot, hoping he gets the hint. He gently turns my face towards his with his other hand, to guide me to lay my head back into his shoulder while he leans in towards my neck. He starts whispering in my ear, his words almost sounding like a prayer of praise into my ear: ‘Come for me…’

My movements, his words, his hand rubbing up and down my leaking era, is making me hit my climax in no time. I immediately slap my hand against my mouth so my loud moans are getting muted a little for the others in the bus hear. Noah groans with a smirk just hearing the sound of my moaning and holds me close for a moment, his chin resting on my shoulder while he gently kisses the side of my neck while I recover. When I turn my head around, I lean closer to his face so I can kiss him deeply, and rock just a little back and forth whilst stroking his face, making him groan in my mouth and I feel him hit his own climax shortly after-his grip on my body tightens, his hands instantly gripping my waist again when he comes. 

‘Oh God,’ Noah breathes quietly, his face pressed softly into my neck from the way it’s still leaning against my shoulder as he recovers from the moment. 

I grin, slowly getting up from him, turning around to grab some tissues out of my hand bag. ‘Well, that certainly was something again,’ I chuckle while I dry my wet era off, before handing him a tissue as well and putting on my own clothes again. Noah is still breathing a little heavy from the moment, and lets out a chuckle as well while taking the tissue and cleaning himself up.

‘Yes, it certainly was,’ he says with a satisfied sounding smile, before slowly getting up and pulling his boxer and pants back up. He looks at me for a moment when he also puts his t-shirt over his head as he sees the bright smile on my face, returning it immediately.

I plop down on the couch again when we are fully clothed, pulling up my hair in a quick ponytail because  it has gotten messy in our intimate moment. I lean against the window, seeing route signs coming closer to us in the distance. 

‘Seems like we killed time well, we are almost at the venue,’ I giggle.

Noah’s smile grows on his face even more as he looks out of the window when he sits next to me again, following my gaze. ‘Wow… I can’t believe we are going to be having one of the biggest shows we’ve ever played yet,’ he says, letting out a shaky yet excited breath while looking at me again, letting his hand gently slide to mine.

‘Me neither… I truly am very proud of all of you guys,’ I smile and give a small peck on his lips, rubbing my thumb over our intertwined fingers. 

When I kiss him he smiles against my lips, and then squeezes my hand gently in response to my words before lifting his body up again to stand up, and lean one arm against the windowsill while he looks down at me with his beautiful dark brown eyes. His expression is sincere and genuine, yet also filled with passion and energy. 

‘We will do our best to give all our fans an experience they won’t forget tonight, I promise.’

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[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕` Down Feathers `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Lucifer

A/N - I don't want to talk about what my search history looks like after this, your welcome

Lucifer is a curious creature. Everytime you think (foolishly) that you've figured him out, he surprises you. Once a trait that made you a little uneasy, you have long learned that the day you pin down Lucifer exactly is the day hell freezes over, and once frustrating is now endearing.

HE was the one that gave birth to Charlie? Alright, He sometimes sleeps as a snake? Cute! He's an archangel? Might as well be.

He, despite not being aware of it, is an enigma you ponder daily. Your thoughts are full of adoration and questions that will likely never be answered. Slightly strange behavior for him has now become quite normal, so when one evening after a dinner by the fire place that crackled in his room at the hotel his eyes couldn't seem to land directly on you, you began to fret that for the first time, you were the one to surprise him.

"You.. you want to preen my wings?" His words were somewhere between a gasp and a whisper.

"If it's alright with you-!" You say a little to quickly for either of your comforts. "I- i just thought, I don't know, you do it yourself every month or so and you're always so tired afterwards so I thought that I could help."

He blinked at you.

"Say something please."

"Right, right," He let out a breath like he had forgotten he needed to. "That would be.. nice, but you don't have to."

"I want to, I want to help you."

"Okay."

This is how you found yourself straddling his back, his three sets of wings relaxing over his now shirtless back. You smoothed your hands over the porcelain, flawless skin of his back. he shuddered at your feather-light touch.

"So.. should I start from the top down or down to the top?" You probably should have done some research on how to preen bird feathers before this but, in your honest defense, he was the one who pulled you onto the bed. You weren't sure how his shirt disappeared in the ten steps to his bed but it was gone and you were not complaining.

"I don't care as long as you're hands are on me.." he sighed, shifting under you to fold his arms under his head, his golden locks falling around his face as he gazed back at you with half-lidded eyes. You shrug lazily at him.

"Just let me know if I'm hurting you, k?"

"And if I like it?" He grinned at you, you rolled your eyes.

"Maybe keep that to yourself."

His wings twitched and fluttered impatiently until your hands slid back up the smooth of his back, taking a detour to follow the arch of the bone and cartilage of his top wings. You worked slowly at first. Pulling out loose feathers, as he patiently instructed, straightening out any stray feathers that weren't quite ready to come out but weren't in the right place.

So focused on doing a good, painless, job you didn't notice until you reached his second set of wings that He was smiling. You couldn't help but smile a bit, forgetting that he could see you.

"What are you smiling about back there?"

"You." You say simply, leaning down to kiss in between his shoulder blades before fixing any more of his feathers. He looked like he had some sort of retort, but he melted into your touch quicker than he could get out any sassy remark.

The other two sets of wings went far faster now that you had grown some confidence in your actions. It wasn't long until you were finished, and you swung your leg over to climb off him. His eyes snapped open, for a moment you fear you had been kneeling on one of his wings.

"Where are you going?" He sat up, his wings fluttering, stretching out in all of their glory before folding and subsequently disappearing behind his back.

"I'm laying down Luci." You tease, he huffs. pulling you into what you thought was a hug until he fell back onto the mattress, his arms wrapped around your neck as he laid your head on his chest.

"mmf, say less." He murmured, now back at ease as the panic that was in his eyes moments ago melted into a look of adoration. You nod, and let your body relax entirely, his hands rubbing soft, comforting circles into your back, doing his own sort of preening as you fell into a dreamless sleep.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer x y/n

[loveandplanet]

Miss Americana - Chapter 5

Now Playing: Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

A/N: Thanks to my moots for holding me accountable so that I finally got this done.

CWs: cursing, arguing, fist fights, mentioned abuse, sexism, inaccurate military knowledge (im a nursing major, no time to learn this shit), Evelyne is a bitch in disguise, faking death certificates, faking a funeral, lots of illegal happening here, Graves is a piece of shit, sexual harassment basically. The symbol: *, in front of sentences in italics depicts Norwegian.

Summary: Evelyne's 18th birthday brought her long set plan to life. When she becomes the legal guardian of her sisters, Evelyne enlists for the British Army. What happens when she's mistreated by an different unit? When she takes years of anger out on the bastard of solider? The General shows up, of course, to defend his golden boy.

April, 2015

"You don't get to tell me about sad,"

"Happy Birthday, Evie!"

Evelyne wakes with a start, body tense until she sees that it's only Nellian, holding a piece of paper in the air.

"Why thank you, Nel."

"Read it, you have to read it Ev!"

"Where's Claire?"

"She's with Mam, now open it Evie please!"

The older girl sighs, opening the handmade card, a silly stick figure drawing of her, Nellie, Claire, and Andrew inside. Except Andrew has been scribbled over in green crayon. Probably Claire's doing.

"Thank you, Nel, I love it."

Nellian beams at her, jumping on top of Evelyne for a hug. She sighs, pulling Nel high up on her torso so she can get up. Of course the one weekend she gets to go home is her birthday. She hears her mothers voice as she reaches the top of the steps, Marshall's booming growl following the manipulative sway of Alice.

"Go brush your teeth, I'll make you breakfast."

Nellian nods and happily skips down the hall to the one bathroom they share.

"If you wanted me dead, you should've just said."

"*I'm just saying, the last thing we need is some military snob in our home."

Alice hums, ignoring Claire trying to get her help opening a bottle of juice. Evelyne walks into the tiny kitchen, plucking the small bottle form Claires hands and opening the lid with ease, handing it back to her sister.

"*You're still here?"

Evelyne ignores the venom in her mothers tone, "I'm off until Monday,"

Alice scoffs, muttering under her breath. Marshall's eyes narrow at her, but he chooses to not make a stupid ass comment. Smart.

"*I'm going into to town today, what do you need."

"*I need my medication picked up."

"*No you don't, you still have a full bottle from last month. Nice try, though. I'll be bringing the twins to their friends house for a playdate, don't burn the house down."

Evelyne doesn't give her parents enough time to respond, ushering Claire up the steps to get ready for the day. And perhaps pack a few bags.

Evelyne's hand doesn't shake as she dials 999, her voice doesn't hesitate as she files an anonymous abuse and neglect report against her parents, she just pulls her military uniform on afterward, gathers Andrews death certificate along with the lease for her new apartment, and heads back to her house.

"Nothing makes me feel more alive,"

There are 3 police cars in her driveway when she arrives, Nellian and Claire being escorted out by a female officer, and her parents receiving a rough treatment from the officers arresting them.

"Can I help you?"

Evelyne turns around to face the officer, "yes, actually. I live here, those are my parents being arrested."

The officer sighs, rubbing his temple. "What's your name and date of birth,"

"*You bitch! You won't get away with this!"

"*Those are my girls! I didn't do anything, it was all him!"

She ignores the screeches of her parents, holding Nellian and Claire close to her body, shielding them from the wrath of Alice and Marshall. She ushers them into the policewoman's car, promising them she'd be at their new home soon.

"You have a place to take them? Are you their next of kin?"

Evelyne nods, "I am. Our older brother died last year, and our family back in Norway are too old to take care of them. I have an apartment in Manchester."

She hands the officer the folder in her backpack. He looks through it, going back to his patrol car to confirm it was real.

"Crash the party like record scratch as I scream,"

Office Brown returns, handing the folder back to Evelyne. "They'll have to go down to the station just to answer some questions since they were the minors in their care. Do you wish to go with them?"

"I'll go to my apartment, get some of their stuff there so they'll be comfortable."

She bids her goodbye, moving over to where Alice and Marshall were still screeching in resistance. Alice seethes when she sees her eldest daughter, while Marshall continues to curse in his mother tongue.

"Resisting will just gain you an extra charge, I highly suggest you start cooperating."

"You're insane!" Alice tries to turn to the officer behind her, "she's insane, can you not see! I raised her, gave her the life I never had-"

"Who's afraid of little old me?"

The cop drags her to his car, attempting to get her in the backseat. As she turns back to her father, she finds him already staring at her, eyes trained on the patch sitting on her sternum.

"*Karma's a bitch, father."

Evelyne leaves, getting back into her car. It was over. Her sisters were safe. Her parents were arrested. She won this battle.

"You should be."

September, 2017

"Corporal, this is Commander Phillip Graves, founder of Shadow Company. You and your team will be assisting him in this operation."

Evelyne shakes the older mans outstretched hand, eyes narrowing when he smiles widely at her, eyes dark.

"Nice ta meet ya, dar'in."

"Likewise, Commander."

"I like that, a pretty lady callin' me commander? Very nice."

"Is it a wonder I broke,"

Evelyne's CO laughs nervously, trying to change the subject. Of course, of fucking course, this bastard doesn't take the hint.

"You'd look great in my uniform, doll. Should join the Shadows, we'll keep ya satisfied."

"No thanks, I quite like green. Compliments my eyes."

She turns and walks away, seething when she hears the stupid fucking drawl of Graves calling after her.

"Let's hear one more joke, and then we can all laugh until I cry,"

"The Commander giving you a hard time?"

She turns to her fellow Corporal, sighing into the night air and taking the cigarette he offers.

"You could say that, hate being the only fucking woman in a 10 mile radius."

She hands it back to him, a common practice they had gotten in to while they were just cadets. The smell of smoke churns her stomach, her mind bringing memories of her father in his armchair, smoking like a chimney and beckoning her to get on his lap.

"Don't pay him any mind, else he keeps harassing ya."

Evelyne opens her mouth to respond, but the man of the hour beats her to it. She glares in his direction, lip curled up in a sneer.

"Can't help but feel like you're avoiding me, sug."

"So you can take hints, you just choose to ignore them."

"I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean."

"I can do a lot of things, 'specially in bed."

The wink he shoots her ignites a fire in her, but not the kind Graves wants. He learns that when her right fist connects with his stupid face, a sickening crunch filling the silence. The first thing she feels is the skin of her knuckles breaking. The first thing she smells is the copper scent of blood. The first thing she hears is Graves screaming. Someone pulls her arms behind her back, dragging her away from the injured commander.

"Don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth,"

Evelyne's leg bounces as she sits in the metal chair in an interrogation room, awaiting an officer to come and tell her the charges against her. What she doesn't expect, is for a fucking general to walk through the door. General Herschel Shepherd sits down across from her, an older blond woman coming to stand by the wall behind him.

"I assure you know why you're here."

She nods, to which Shepherd narrows his eyes.

"You have assaulted my commander, who now needs to recover before we can finish this operation. From what I have heard, you are being charged with Aggravated Assault upon a Commanding Officer, as of now, you are dishonorably discharged from the British Army."

Evelyne bites the inside of her cheek, blood tainting her mouth. She has a feeling where this is going.

"However," Shepherd leans forward, "it would a damn shame to waste a talent like yours, Corporal."

Okay, yeah, that did not go where she thought.

"Talent, sir?"

"Graves has a concussion from a single right hook. That ain't easy to do."

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me You caged me and then you called me crazy

Evelyne's eyes widen, glancing at the woman behind him, she sees her typing away on a tablet. Her attention is brought back to the general when he begins speaking once more.

"Now, we can let that talent go to waste, or we can transfer you to the CIA, that will be decided by how you act from now on."

"What about my sisters, what happens to them if I do transfer?"

The blonde speaks up for the first time since stepping into the room, "they'll be placed in military housing near the base you're stationed at. We'll make necessary changes from there."

Evelyne nods, to which the general claps his hands together.

"Great, good to know you are capable of following orders."

"Then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me

Evelyne tightens the laces on her boots, standing up and smoothing down her hair. The helo ramp lowers, and she holds her head up high, arms at her sides, and spine straight. There's a line of people standing on the tarmac, Kate Laswell among the group. There's a giant of a man standing next to her, body the size of a ram with a mop of brown hair and slight stubble on his cheeks and jaw. Another man is on Kate's right, with brown hair and the stupidest mustache Evelyne has ever seen.

"Welcome to the Special Operations Group, Evelyne Gray.

I am what I am 'cause you trained me So who's afraid of me?

#call of duty #goose 🪿 honks #alex keller #oc #call of duty x reader #cia #special operations #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #mw2 #general shepherd #kate laswell #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod #evelyne 'snake' gray #oc backstory #miss americana #phillip graves #shadow company

[homunculusrex]

Do not underestimate me as an Alpha (Uncle/Friend of every child at the party) I will sic my pack (Gaggle of feral children) onto you.

#yapping #befriended my partners stephew (Step nephew) today #Also I do just befriend kids just rlly fast #and they do just follow me around afterwards #I gather #a small pack of demons following me around at my nephews's parties #I should train them to do my bidding

[paradife-loft]

also. the frenemies.

#Bastila the cat #the other day the orange fellow literally showed up there in the middle of the night to just like. watch me sleep. #from that same spot on the outside windowsill #Bastila is like..... quite familiar with him at this point bc they've been having casual encounters like this for a few years #she still will have a nose-touching introduction and then try to swat him afterward tho #(frankly I mean. because he follows us around when we're on walks. and occasionally tries to sneak up and jump at her.) #(so sometimes they're civil but. often they're both quite rude to each other.) #anyway I do so love orange boy's dumb muppet look #he's a big dork and has the most pitiful hilarious meow #he just sits there outside my windows while Bastila tries to smack him through the screen #they have a sort of mutual crows-pulling-other-animals'-tails dynamic going on

[jacksintention]

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#I was contemplating whether to message or not someone who told me to do so in May to see each other again #and like... On the one hand I want to. I so desperately want to #On the other hand... what do I do afterwards? #I've crafted so much of my life around the fact of seeing him again #I was content with that instant in December. More than content. I didn't expect him to be so happy to see me at all #And he told me he was leaving but he'd come back in May‚ to write him then to see each other at lenght #But after so much absence and honestly so little intimacy since the very beginning‚ #and mainly having the chance of seeing him be what's kept me alive for a long while... it's like. What for? xD #We have nothing to say to each other and what do I do afterwards with my life? #So anyway I was contemplating this decision and #I really should learn better ways of coping with life. This is so stupid it's kinda humiliating #But he's meant so much to me. He means so much to me. I don't think he knows how much he's meant to me #But like. In a totally detached way xD He's one of my favourite people I've ever met. I enjoyed spending time with him #But it's not that. It's situational xD #I don't know. I just wanted to ramble a bit and this blog has fewer followers haha #I used to write these things down on notebooks but I'm afraid of someone reading them when I'm dead haha #Other than the instant in December I hadn't seen this man since 2015. It's been so long. I've missed him desperately but also I haven't #I can't believe his 'go into academia‚ that way we'll see each other again one day' worked #If someone is reading this‚ don't go into academia. It's depressing‚ it makes you resent what you love and it doesn't pay haha #It's stupid how many things I've ruined in my life for my detached attachment for this particular person #with whom I never really had a close relationship. Yet here I am. And in part‚ indeed‚ here I am #I was considering the most effective way to kill myself when he told me to go into academia to meet again at some random conference in 2015 #And I was going to kill myself this December until I saw him and he told me to meet him in May #And he was the only person to say the right words when I first tried to kill myself #I don't know what he does #But he always makes me want to live #The sky looks beautiful and violet when I watch it from beneath the jacaranda flowers and suddenly Tuesdays come back #I miss how his hands smelled of coffee in the mornings and how he blushed when you teased him. He had beautiful hands #I think I won't write to him. It seems unbearable. It seems unbearable to see him again and see everything that was and wasn't #and how much kinder my life could have been had I known how to manauver it. And it's unbearable losing the possibility of seeing him again

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

#warm up #writeblr #this one has bothered me for a bit #any time a woman does something even passingly annoying we treat it like a fucking crime #hey man. women are allowed to be annoying. everyone forever is allowed to be passingly annoying #as long as they aren't hurting anyone/thing #like u wanna know something? i find it super annoying that men don't wear seatbelts #why arent there thousands of comments on driving videos thats just like : men try not to die in a car crash challenge #''this briefly annoyed me''. okay??????? AND????????????????? go get ur self a cookie and calm down about it #ur not entitled to control other ppl's experiences and emotions just so u can maintain ur own peace #if being briefly annoyed ruins ur whole day! you! need! therapy!!!! #men try not to become immediately angry about nothing challenge: level impossible #ps author is nonbinary. we didn't even get into the gender presentation thing #the fact men think it's SEXY that my voice is on the lower end....

[hoshigray]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐙 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | tōji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Everyone knows you are Toji's favorite stripper. So, it's no surprise that he'd want to have you to himself for a night at the V.I.P. section, not that you're complaining.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sex at a public place; strip club V.I.P. room - kissing/making out - oral (m! + f! receiving) - ball massaging + sucking + heavy depiction of a blowjob - slight anal fingering (f! receiving) - orgasm denial - impact play (spanking + f! receiving) - sir kink - reverse oral + backshots positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - pet names (angel, baby, good girl, mama, sweetheart, sweetie) - cameos: Miguel, Mei Mei and Ino (stripper, manager and DJ) - mentions of spit/saliva.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.6k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: yesssss, finally, a piece for toji !! this was based on a request/scenario that had me thinking about this prompt a lot afterward, so I'm glad I got the time to go more into the story with this c: enjoyyyy !!

“Toji! Back here like you said?”

“Yup, just as promised. It’s Saturday, after all.” 

“Mmm, I see. Right this way, please; Lady Mei is waiting for you right there..” 

Tonight is Saturday night, the middle of the weekend. How Toji spends his weekends comes and goes, depending on how much cash his pockets are willing to withdraw. Luckily, his stacks are ready for whatever this night has in store for him. And since he’s walking down in a strip club right now, you can guess he’s prepared for something grand. 

Saturdays tend to be one of the busiest nights – if not Fridays. The vibrating bass from the speakers could be felt in his bones, music getting people bumping and grinding by the DJ booth. Crowds swarm the bar to grab their drinks – and perhaps flirt with the bartender – as the special menus catch their eyes. And, of course, the wolf whistles and exclaimed shouts of men and women fill the open area where the dancers give the clients a night of promised fun.

Toji’s guided by one of the male strippers to the back of the club that transitions to the upstairs. By the stairwell, he sees a woman with silverish, pale-blue braided hair, wearing a white cold-shoulder blouse and a long black pencil skirt that emphasizes her hips nicely. Lilac eyes flicker in his direction, and her red lips curl into a smile. 

“Thank you, Miguel.” Mei Mei greets and dismisses the male entertainer in the same breath, watching him bow and return to his business, leaving the woman with Toji. “Well, well, well. I’m sure you’ve been waiting for this moment all day.”

“Ever since ya called me this morning, Lady Mei.” The older man refers to her by her business name with a smirk and a tilt of his head. “So, they’re on board?”

She nods. “That would be the reason I gave you the call, no? The money you brought goes straight to them after this, and they said there’s no need to tip them extra.”

He snickers. “That I can’t promise; I always gotta tip my favorite girl for their service. They treat me right, and I do the same.” 

“Good service means good tips, Mr. Fushiguro. Please, follow me; they’re waiting for you.” 

As far as clubs go, this one was undoubtedly one of Toji’s spots to come to. Here, he can trust that he can have a good time and get his money’s worth with every visit. Good drinks from the bar from that Nanami guy; that rookie DJ, Ino, who likes to humor the older man whenever he’s off his set; and all the entertainers who know of Toji from his frequent visits, all good people that ensure he’s relaxed and welcomed, whether it be service from them or chit-chat on the side between sessions.

But let’s not beat around the bush here; Toji won’t lie and say he doesn’t have favorites — or else why would he be here? There had to be a reason this bulky man comes back for more, and having him known as a loyal customer by the staff of this place and their clients. 

The reason is that out of all the people here, Toji does have a favorite. This favored person is who’s making this man willingly follow the manager up the stairs and walk through the hallway. Only those worth his respect and time could have him do that.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been up here, so let me re-specify,” Mei Mei speaks, ignoring the faint howls of men and women from behind the doors they walk past. “This is V.I.P., meaning people pay extra just to have the room to themselves and my dancers. The rules downstairs apply upstairs…Well, except for today with—“

“Me and them, right?” See? He's listening.

Mei Mei hums. “You two are scheduled for two hours. Food and drinks can be brought up here, but absolutely no messes whatsoever. I don’t care what you two do in there — all I ask is that you two clean up after yourselves.” She stops at the last door of the hallway on the right. “And as for you, since no one is up here to get in the way of you two, no breaking stuff. You break it, you pay for it.” She pauses when he nods. 

“I won’t.” Forest green eyes stay on her as a dark brow rises.

“Especially on my girl tonight.” Lavender orbs narrow faintly. “I don’t want to see so much as a scratch on them. Otherwise, your account won’t be the only thing I’ll have dropped in the negatives. Am I clear?”

“Crystal. Not doin’ anything they don’t wanna do.”

A curt nod to his response, extending her hand out to him. “Their cash?”

Without hesitation, Toji slings the bag he carried on his shoulder to hand to the manager. She holds and unzips it to check the contents, and the smile on her face gets bigger before she peers back at him. 

“Enjoy yourself, Mr. Fushiguro,” she zips the bag and excuses herself before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be too rough.” Toji eyes at her slender fingers sliding away, and the clack of her heels drew further and further away, clicking on the stairs to join the lively bunch down below.

Toji’s eyes examine the door before him but can’t seem to fight the sneer molding into his face. He cracks his knuckle and neck before taking a moment to himself for a deep breath. There’s something in this room that ignites his excitement before it can skyrocket, and it gets a little difficult to contain it once he turns the doorknob.

The V.I.P. rooms are all set up the same: to his right was a single booth seat from one side of the room to the other, a circle table centered by the furniture. The ceiling lights can be dimmed or dialed up, but the ones here were dimmed to a warm glow, which was pleasing and subtly set the mood with the soft white LED lights behind the booth. And the temperature felt just right, prompting the older man to remove his jacket.  

Although he appreciates the change of atmosphere, Toji doesn’t mind what mood the room is set in — because he didn’t come here for that. He came for whatever caught his attention the moment he walked in. The smirk on his face brought the scar on the right side of his lips upright. 

To his right stood a mini stage where a silver pole comes from the center to the top of the ceiling; the light from the mounted full-length mirror on the wall casts a silhouette of something slinging around the pole. Or better yet, on someone. Alas, the person he’s longed to see this entire night is before him. Y/n, Toji’s favorite stripper, was in his sights.

You maneuver around the pole and drift your limbs through the air. Elegant motions perceived by Toji alone, daring not to say anything until you noticed him. And when you do, your eyes lock in on him, and your lips twinge into a smile. Fate was sealed, and the evening for you two had finally begun.

“Toji,” he loved how you said his name. You skillfully transition from a recliner move to a pole sit. “You made it; worried you’d have cold feet on me.”

“And miss seeing you tonight?” He strides in your direction before throwing his jacket to the booth seat, his feet stopping at the steps of your stage. He takes this chance to observe what you picked to wear tonight, elated knowing that you chose one of his favorite looks. “Not a chance.”

Your makeup was the first thing that caught his eye; pink and blue eyeshadow blended perfectly well and compliment your skin, aided with glossy lipstick that entices him. There were rhinestones added at the corner and lids of your eyes, making them shine more with the lighting. Since it’s just the two of you tonight, you opted to show more skin than usual. You wore a white, long-sleeved mesh shirt that had your chest area open, exposing the black laced bra that hugged your breasts nicely. White fishnet pantyhose that comes to your upper thigh, gartered to your lacy, black underwear. And to complete the look, transparent ultra-high heels. You were dolled up — just for him.

Your smile broadens — the brightest thing in the room to him. “That’s so sweet. Please take a seat and let me warm things up, okay?” And you continue back with your routine, swinging on the pole in the ballerina move. Your movements were effortlessly beautiful. Captivating to watch you operate your body around the item and your hand gracefully float around the air as you swing.

But then you come to a stop, finding that Toji is now on the stage and taking your hand in his. Emerald eyes instantly capture yours as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“No need to warm up,” he says in a low tone, as if the music around the room wasn’t already lowered enough for you two to speak normally. His face inches closer to yours, and your breathing becomes slow. “I’ve been waitin’ for this all night.”

His abrupt change was kind of shocking as he’s never one to switch up your procedure. But you don’t take it to heart because you understand, offering him a small smile before your eyes drift to his lips coming to yours. “Impatient much, huh?”

“That’s what happens when ya spoil me all the time,” he jests before a hand comes to your cheek, bringing his lips to yours for an awaited kiss. 

You two kiss with slow pecks, waiting for someone to make the first move. And Toji’s the one to do it, licking your bottom lip and playfully nibbling it. You titter faintly, opening your mouth to permit him to insert his tongue inside and play with yours. And you moan to him when he sucks and teases yours with his teeth.

Toji’s hand on your cheek goes to the back of your neck, wanting to keep the kiss in contact. And you follow suit, carefully placing your hands on his shoulders one by one from the pole. To hope you don’t fall, his other hand comes to your back for assistance. Yet your legs are still tightly wrapped around the metal pole. 

He breaks the kiss to see for himself, chortling at the display. And you beam at him, using your finger to drag his raven bangs along his forehead. “Spoiling you, huh?” You inquire, kissing his nose. “With how this night is set up, we’ll have to see who’s treating who.” 

He liked the sound of that. “Two hours to make it count, then.”

You wink. “Two hours.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“—Mmph…! Hoohh, fuck, that tongue…keep swirlin’ like that…”

“Nnmm…enjoying yourself there?” 

“Heh, keep teasing’ me like that, and we’ll see what happens, Y/n…Hmmm…”

Toji sits on the booth seat with his denim-clad legs spread out for you to crouch in between. Your hand snakes inside his shirt; the dent of his abs is sensed by your fingertips. And the free one is gliding up and down the exposed erection that’s out for your very eyes to see. 

Oh, fuck, this was a sight to see: crouching in front of your favorite client, having his cock in your very grasp. The limb is so big and girthy that it drives you crazy just marveling at it, and the twitch of your chasm below refuses to calm down. Every slow pump urges a bit of precum to slip out the urethra, and you gasp faintly at the contact of the substance staining your pretty nails. Shit, from his veins to the delicious tip, it’s been so long since you’ve seen a dick this oddly gorgeous. 

Hell, it’s been a long while since you’ve given head. And, holy fuck, it felt too good doing it right now — especially with a dick as mouthwatering as Toji’s. You started with slow licks to the cockhead and kisses to the frenulum, evoking hushed grunts from the older man; sounds you love entering your eardrums, pushing you to want more. Slow laps gradually lose to adventurous curiosity as you take in every inch of his length til the hilt meets your lips, humming at the sensation of him filling your throat. 

You suck on his shaft with glee, swirling your tongue on the underside with every bob to the mouth. And your hand still moves to please him, your fingers eventually finding his balls to give them a knead. A hiss leaves scarred lips, and he grabs for the top of your head. Oh, he’s definitely loving this. 

“Hshhh, shiiit, just like that, baby,” the pet name makes you mewl; he said it so hot. “Fuuuck, y’re so good.”

“Mmmm…Phuaa!” You release his girth from your lips, attacking the sensitive head with teasing licks, rubbing the limb on your face while placing chaste kisses. God, he loved how beautifully dirty you were being. “Hnnmm, yo’ thwink so…?”

Talking with your mouth full results in a laugh from Toji. “Fuck yeah; barely hangin’ on right now…Oh shit,” he shouldn’t have said that because you kiss his shaft down to his balls, sucking one into your mouth to have the man almost choke on his spit. “Hmng…!! Oh, shit, shit, I’m gonna cum, mama. Take me back in, Y/n—Ahhh!”

No can do! Because you immediately remove yourself from him, standing on your toes and walking backward. Observing the genuine staggered expression on Toji has you giggling, making him sneer in return. “You fuckin’ tease.”

“Come on now; you gotta do your part as well, you know.” You turn to crawl atop the stage, your hands on the pole while swaying your ass to the side. You know he’s watching, feeling his green eyes boring holes into your being. Knowing you’re being desired like this turns you on even more. 

Toji wastes no time, marching towards your ass with a hungry grin. Rough fingers come to your underwear, bringing it down with ease, biting his lip at the wet display of your cunt. “Oh, aren’t you a pretty thing, huh.” 

You titter, shivers crawling up your spine when his thumbs spread your folds to expose your bare vagina. You grab hold of the pole for preparation. “Please be delicate with me.”

He blows on your cunt, and you take a sharp breath. “After that lil’ stunt of y’rs a few seconds ago? You better hold on to that thing tight.” Toji gives your wetness a tantalizingly slow lick, taking in every shudder of your body. “Hnnm, taste good…” 

His hands find your waist and then stuffs his face to your ass, his lips and tongue going to work and sucking in your liquids. You cry out, gripping the pole as soon as you feel a flick to your clit. Your eyes instinctively shut, and your arch elates to bring your butt closer to him. 

Toji’s strong hold on you aids him in making sure you don’t get away from him; your soapy slit is right where he wants it, and he doesn’t plan on letting go. His tongue hurries through your labia, and your essence coats his tastebuds. You moan out loud at the feeling of the muscle pushing to the entrance, your hips jerking with his nose bumping close to your taint. 

“Ahaaa, ohh Jesus, yesss,” your words come out in pretty wails. “Yess, Toji, ‘eel so good…”

He hears and gives you another taunting lick from your clit to the vagina. This time, he notes your ass jolt when he comes close to your asshole. And he can’t fight his mischievous soul, bringing his tongue ever so slowly to it for you to gasp and realize what he’s doing.

“W–Wait, no, Tojiii!” You whine. Fuck, you sounded so cute. “Not there, please…!”

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” He brings a thumb to lather it with spit before pressing it to your anus. The choked sob erupting from you has him tingle, pushing the digit further in. “Don’t want me playin’ with this?”

“—Hnnff! Noooo, stop, that’s—Mmmm!” Goddamn, how could someone look so good while whining like this? Oh, he could never get enough of you before. Now, this little infatuation for you could dwell into an obsession if you keep batting your hooded eyes at him like that. “That's dirty…!” 

He shakes his head with a prurient leer and trenched brows. “Don’t worry, angel; I like dirty.” You gulped. That’s not what I meant! “Be dirty fr’ me, ‘kay? Wanna see it all...” Toji brings his face back to your southern lips, sucking and licking in an excitable fashion that has you trying so hard not to scream (even if the walls are supposedly soundproof). 

It’s here that you give up and have your face meet the floor of the stage, sinking into the feeling of Toji ravishing your cunt to feast on your come entirely. You can shake and try to move your hips all you want, but it won’t work; Toji will instantly shut you down and shove his mouth right back to your folds. And with his thumb scraping the walls of your tight asshole, chewing your lips does nothing to suppress the haze. 

“Hohhh, hnmm, oh my God, Ohhh…!” A hand finds its way to Toji’s wrist, holding onto it to prepare for what’s bound to happen. “Haaah, I’m about to cum…Please, like that, keep going…Oooo!!”

Nope. He doesn’t let you off the hook, withdrawing his face and thumb away from you, and the climb of your promised orgasm dissipates in seconds. You turn to him with an albeit hurt expression, expectedly being met with a smug look on his handsome face. “Hahhh, so mean…”

“Oh, I know y’re not talking, sweetheart.” Toji removes and discards your underwear somewhere across the room, giving your bare ass a playful smack to which you faux cry in pain with laughs. He then picks you up bridal style and walks you back to the couch, your face gently placed on the furniture with your buttocks up in front of him. He brings the tip of his cock to kiss your labia. “Ya ready?” You nod to him hurriedly with bitten lips of glee. All he wants to do is grab you by the chin and kiss the hell out of you. “Nice and slow fr’ ya, sweetie.” 

Your breath hitches at Toji’s glans being pushed into you, using your slick and his saliva to lubricate himself for easy access. Your hands grip the booth seat with every push of him, and you gasp loudly at the insertion of his tip. The subtle pain declined in mere seconds before being raptured by the sensation of his girth stretching you. Your body quakes by the time his pelvis meets the flesh of your ass, unable to contain the pants of air leaving your lips.

Toji moves his hips tremendously slowly, making you feel every bit of him. Holy shit, it’s been a while having a living, breathing dick inside you. The indistinct dents grazing your entrance with every push and pull, the veins scraping along your inner walls ever feels so fucking good, and his tip jabbing so deep inside you. Jesus Christ, you can’t blame your slit clamping onto him; he feels so good!

“Hmm? Ya like that, baby?”And Toji can tell, grinding his hips, stimulating a shaky howl. “Y’re grippin’ on me like crazy.”

“Ahhaaa, fuhuuuck, you feel so good, Toji,” you hum, gnawing on your lips as his pace goes faster by the second. Yes, yes! “Ohhhh, ’m so full…!”

He comes down to lick on the helix of your ear. His voice being so close to you has you clamping onto him harder. “Fuuck, that grip…Just stay like this fr’ me, all nice and pretty. Can ya do that?”

“Yesss, sir.” 

Oh, that title sparked something within him. The snicker to your ear had you swooned. “Keep callin’ me that.”

You giggle softly. “Of course, sir—Rrryahhh!!” He didn’t warn you when he started bucking his hips unexpectedly. 

Strokes to your cunt became quick, the sensation of him becoming rushed for your senses to comprehend after each thrust. The sounds of skin smacking against each other fill the space between you, and the heat transferring from your warm bodies is given in quick exchanges.

It doesn’t take long for your head to be thrown into a daze, your eyes shot up to the stars with every jab to your sensitive spots. Restraint is held by a thread, finding it strenuous to keep your voice down to a respectable volume. Your fingernails leave crescents on the booth seat beneath you as Toji drives his length into you. 

“—Ohhh! Fuuuu, oh shit, Tojiii, slow d—Owwhhn!!” He slaps your ass, an action you couldn’t foretell, and prevent a shriek from leaving your mouth. 

“Not ‘Toji’ right now,” he corrects you, grinding his pelvis again to scrape your walls to the point of wails. Gripping your ass like a toy, “What do you call me?”

“Mmmph!! I’m sorry, sir; forgive me…!” Another smack and the pain stings the skin to the point your eyes water. 

“Good girl,” he’s satisfied, coming down to place kisses on your shoulder and travel down your back. 

Toji straightens at the sight before him, taking in every detail of the situation. Having his favorite stripper be a whimpering mess for him: your mouth agape for cute sounds to fly out, the motion of your ass cheeks bouncing with every rut of him, and his dick digging into your alluring body. Fuck, if only he could take a picture of this. But thankfully, he still has another hour and a half to go — an hour and a half to indulge himself more with you. He paid good money for this, so he’ll make it worth every cent.

“Hey, mama,” he comes down to cup your face with his right hand, bringing you in for a hot kiss. You happily reciprocate, allowing him access and sucking his tongue with a mewl.

The kiss has him drink your high-pitched huffs while his tempo increases to an irregular speed. Your eyes screwed shut at the pacing; the feeling of his girth filling you so much is fucking crazy. Your head begins to pound with the heat that spreads across your face, and your brain gradually churns to mush as you can sense the climb of your climax. 

“—Shhhiiit, oh shiit!!” You pule with the trembles crawling up to your shoulders, a tiny streak of drool coming down from the corner of your lips. “F–Fhhh, I’m gonna cum, sir! Please, let me cummm…!”

“Hhhck!! Fuck, me too,” he confesses in between kisses. “Lemme finish here...” Toji sneaks a hand down to your lower region, his forefinger grazing your clitoris that was left unattended throughout this time. Until now. “Cum on me, angel. Let loose…”

The rough pads of his fingers swipe on your clit; your eyes widen at the action and force you to break the kiss. Your moans come out from his swipes and pinches on your delicate bud, and the growth of your orgasm ascends tenfold. Oh fuck, it’s coming, I’m— “Ohh–Ohoooo!!”

And then it hits you; the walls of your cunt clamp around Toji tightly, making the older man groan at the fluttering contraction. So engulfed with how good you feel that it prompts him to spill his load into you. But he doesn’t stop jerking his hips, smacking his cock into your sensitive chasm until he knows every drop of his ejaculation is pumped deep inside you. 

Toji brings his body down to your heaving one, your breathing synced with his as you two let your pleasurable highs subside. When things feel as though they’ve calmed down, he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and place kisses while rubbing your ass. You hum to his touch, deep exhales seeping through your nostrils.

“Mmmm, that was good,” he says to your skin before lifting his face to examine you properly, removing his length from your cunt and watching the trail of his come ooze out. “Heh, fuck that’s crazy…Ready for another round, sweetheart?”

Of course, you laugh at that. “Well, sir, if you’d like to go again, please be sure to use the condoms this time. I wouldn’t like Mei Mei to come here and murder us for not cleaning after ourselves.”

He lifts a brow. “Condoms?”

You point with your chin to the table at the booth center, noting the silver tray that displayed items for this occasion. Towels, water bottles, and, of course, packets of rubbers that were meant to be used. 

Toji blinks, and then a fit of laughter bubbles inside him. “Well, now I know. But I don’t see the point since I already fucked you raw. Already spoiled the fun for ya.”

You shrug with a smile, standing up to grab the towel to wipe yourself. “Boss’ orders.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he obliges with a kiss on your cheek before he shifts to lie on the couch. He discards his jeans and drawls, spreading his strong legs to showcase his member standing strong. He pats on his thigh, “Get y’r cute ass over here.”

You beam at him, grabbing for a wrapper and tearing it up to release a condom. “Yes, sir~.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“And so? You two cleaned up everything?”

“Yup, made sure it was all clean and neat the way it was before.”

“Good. Because I had a meeting in that room this morning, and neither my client nor I would like to have the smell of sex fill our conversation. Or seeing a condom wrapper on the floor.” 

“Hehe, well, I hoped you checked under the seats. He’d probably be sneaky enough to kick at least one down there.”

“Oh, you’re such a little…” Your manager doesn’t finish that sentence and hits you on the head with a makeup brush, resulting in a strong laugh from you.

Tonight was the following night after that event. You’re now in the dressing room, adding finishing touches to your make-up before you can go out to perform for the last day of the weekend. Mei Mei was with you, helping you fix yourself since she likes to help her performers feel at the top of their game. Also, as your friend, she wanted to hear the details of what transpired last night. 

“That man, I swear…” She says while looking at you through the vanity mirror, surveying your last touches to your brows and eyelids. “I knew he was whipped for you since the first time you danced for him. Now that you two finally did the deed, I can only imagine how much he’d do for you…Ugh, I’ll need to hire security specifically for him.”

The remark has you laughing some more. “Oh, stop it. I’m sure he knows better than to flip this place down.”

“Hmmm, you sure about that?” Silver brows go upward. “Considering the fact that we’ve had multiple close calls with him and other customers, scaring your clients when they’re not out of his seat – not to mention breaking someone’s arm for you – it’s not far out to imagine this man throwing shit and bodies all over if someone so much looks at you, especially now that he got his dick wet. Oh, he’s smitten.”

You shake your head throughout her explanation with a smile, knowing that it’s all semi-true. “Guess that’s men for you, huh?”

“Don’t I know it.” She scoffs, using this small time with you to braid her hair into two pigtails. “…You do like him, right?”

The question doesn’t take you aback, not showing any expression of shock while continuing to fix the straps of your pink bra under your mesh shirt. “Yeah…I think so. He’s one of my—“

“One of?”

You roll your eyes at your manager egging you on. “Okay. He is my favorite client. I think he’s a good company; plus, he pays a good amount of money to see me.”

“Oh? Was it the money that’s always made your heart thump? I wonder…” Mei Mei doesn’t try to suppress the smirk growing on her face, aware that you’re meekly glaring at her. She grabs for your lipstick to apply to her lips. “Maybe it never was because I can recall you telling me how hot you found you the first time. Hmph, maybe now that’s dialed up since you’ve been slapped with some good dick—“

“Okay, okay!” God, you couldn’t stand her sinister chuckle, precisely when it’s directed towards you.

“I’m just teasing~. I’m happy that you two are getting along, really.” She straightens up to examine her whole figure now that she’s done. “But he’s still one of my customers at the end of the day, and you one of my people. Money on the table or not, I won’t tolerate if he does anything to inconvenience me or you.” 

The sincerity in Mei Mei’s words wasn’t hard to grasp. After all, she was doing what any good boss would do. As well as your friend above anything else. And you appreciated it. “I know. You’ll be the first I run to if stuff goes left.”

The silver-haired woman gave a genuine smile and nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder to clutch before excusing herself from the dressing room. “See you out there; I have another meeting with a priest from the other side of the neighborhood.”

You gawk. “A priest? Is he here to be serviced?” 

“Nope, but if he keeps getting in the way of my business, I just might have to make some phone calls and endow my other services to deal with him.” Your blood shifted to ice cold at that sentence. Mei Mei is your friend by all means; however, that didn’t diminish how scary that woman can be sometimes. 

She opens the door and closes it behind her, leaving you alone to finish up. You stand up from your seat and maneuver around to admire tonight’s outfit choice. A mesh shirt that showcased your pink bra and black pantyhose that contrasted with your pink undies. Now, all you need to do is go to your locker and find whatever shoes to match and—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Yo, Y/n?” It was Ino’s voice. He doesn’t come inside the room but creaks the door for you to hear him. “Sorry, but someone wishes to speak with you.”

Huh, someone wants to see me? “Oh, okay. Tell them to wait for me by the door.”

“Sure thing!” And then the young DJ closes the door, and you decide the shoes can wait for later. Giving yourself a look or two in the mirror, you walk up to the door and pull it open to see who wishes to see you. Only to find that the person is standing in front of the doorway.

It was Toji, standing tall and greets you with a smirk once you entered his vision. The mild anxiousness from a few seconds was gone, exchanging it for a smile. “Hey,” he said it cooly.

“Hi,” you return the greeting, watching him step closer to you to lean against the doorframe. “You just got here?” 

“Mhmm, didn’t have much to do, so I figured I’d come before things are about to pick up.” Toji brings his face to yours, daring to give your lips a peck. And you allow it, kissing his scar when he draws back. “I thought last night was fun.”

“Me too,” you whisper back to him before he kisses your neck. “I’d like to have fun like that with you sometime. You know, not during business hours and such.”

He quirks up a brow. “Yeah? Hmm, me too.” He puts his forehead to yours, his hands snaking around your waist to bring you two together. “I’d love to have you around somewhere.”

You hum, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck. “That’d be nice.”

“…But I’d also love to fuck the hell outta you like last time.” His honesty has you erupting in laughter, and your sweet voice has him grinning. “I’m serious; you drove me crazy last time. Pussy like that can’t be shared, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, my God, stop!” You try to get out of his hold, even if your laughs get louder when he tightens his grip on you. “Drove you crazy, huh?” You peer to see him nod before kissing his chin. “Well, I got a few minutes before I go out there…Want me to suck you off?”

Did you even have to ask? The man immediately leers from ear to ear, taking your wrist and pulling you back into the dressing room. And you allow him with a laugh, making sure to lock the door before the thought of getting caught fills your mind.

“Good thing you caught me dressing,” you say as he sits on the couch from across the dressing room, and you crouch between his legs. You pull down his zipper, “This one’s free of charge.”

And he shifts comfortably, taking off his jacket to discard. “Lucky me.”

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[suguann]

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Riley.” 

“It’s just Simon,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.

He nudges Simon with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Say it any louder, and she’ll hear you, mate,” he grumbles.

Simon’s not blind; of course, he knows you’re pretty, but he doesn’t have time to commit to anything outside of work—even if you smile at him like you’re happy to see him and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.

Honestly, it’s that you—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)

It’s weird because it’s almost like you—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasn’t talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again. 

Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)

He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.

You’re just…he’s not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.

Sometimes, he wishes—

(Simon doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. He’s dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.

Then you walk into the bar in a dress that’s probably too light for early spring in London—even though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the table—and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But you—

(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gym’s business cards—it’s weird that we don’t have each other’s numbers, so message me sometime or whatever—and he messages you ‘hey’ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later. 

It slowly shifts and changes over time.

You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

You really are—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the bar—a tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…would you—fucking hell,” Simon runs a hand through his hair. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissing—him licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you mumble, lips brushing his.

“Me too,” and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass, love.”

“But yours.”

This time, he does smile. “Yes, but mine.”

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[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

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[screampied]

horny reader sending toji soapy titties pics when he's out so he gets home and makes her cum by just playing with her nipples and talking her through it :3

۫ ⭒ toji talking you through an órgasm after you tease him with pics while he’s at work

warnings. fem! reader, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, praise / mdni.

you always loathed whenever toji had work, meaning he’d be gone for so many hours.

boredom always overtook you.

you’d be laid on the bed, specifically his side of the bed while having a staring contest with the ceiling. nevertheless, you get an idea so you decide to take a nice relaxing bubble bath. with a good thirty minutes of straight silence—you reach for your phone, snapping a good two pictures of tits. the pretty bubbles of soap that ran down, you bring a hand up to give your nipple a soft squeeze as the camera flashed before sending it to toji.

giggling, you watch as the message immediately goes straight to read, meaning toji opened your picture immediately.

of course, it took toji about thirty seconds to actually reply — all he replies with is with a subtle, “That’s cute. I’ll be home in a few.”

deeply in thought, you pondered what that was about, you just couldn’t wait for toji to finally be home. you clearly missed him and even changed into something pretty for him.

nothing too risqué….

just one of his oversized shirts, you knew he loved whenever you walked around with nothing but one of his clothings. after drying yourself off and moisturizing with candied smelling lotion. you crawled back into the bed and as if right on cue, toji came through the door.

“toji!” you’d beam, stretching your arms out and about to hug him.

“nah baby, don’t touch me.” he grumbles in a gruff voice—you took in his scent, a strong rousing cologne scent that left you craving for more. he got into the bed and you gasp once he lifts up your ; his shirt. “you know you’re in trouble right?”

you grow quiet as he snuggles up against you, sliding off his shoes before bringing your straight into his arms. “what for?”

“girl,” he utters in a rasp, you let off a soft moan once toji drags you towards his lap—you’re facing the opposite way of him, and a rough hand of his grabs onto your right tit. “you’ve got some nerve, princess. not only were you touching yourself while i wasn’t here, but you also sent pictures of yourself to me while i was at work,” and you start to softly pant, feeling him swipe a thumb against your perky nipple. “what if i was around people huh? and they saw my cute baby all exposed ‘n provocative?”

“i’m…s-sorry, you huffed out a frustrated breath. his touch was so warm. you started to feel yourself getting heated, in that kind of way. the way that makes you drenched between your thighs. “you were gone all day ‘n i thought i’d show you myse—”

“i understand princess but you shouldn’t be touching yourself in the first place,” and for a moment his voice grew smooth and tender—you slump your head back against his chest before he moved his free hand towards between your legs. “what’d i tell you about touching yourself, girl? besides, ya can’t even do it properly.”

you heard the low snicker follow shortly afterwards, and he was so smug and condescending.

“ya can’t even touch yourself right, what makes you think you can make yourself cum?” he murmurs against your neck before playfully licking a stripe against your tender skin.

you start to whimper, feeling him squeeze against your left breast, another rubbing against your panties.

“i-i can.” you pout, intaking a sharp breath from the sheer warmth to of his touch.

“baby, y’er fingers are fuckin’ useless,” he chuckles. you frown from his teasing before you let off a soft moan once you feel toji’s thick fingers graze and brush against the middle part of your panties. “gotta do everything for you,” he sighs, planting a kiss against your collarbone. he felt you breathing back against him. you gnaw on your lip as toji’s still playing with your breasts. “did you touch down here?”

your breathing continued to pick up, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a brief second. “um, no.”

“um, yeah,” he hisses. toji’s jaw tightens and you let off a needy mewl once he runs a thumb down your slit before feeling it slowly sink in—you’re so wet it happens so easily, and your heads just lazily laid back against his chest. “if you didn’t touch yourself, how come you’re all drenched?”

“i was—”

“dumb soaked liars shouldn’t speak,” he cuts you off, and you moan once he presses a little pressure against your hardened nipple, feeling a bit a few droplets of water trickle down. “i don’t hold grudges though, especially not with you, baby,” and his words were tame and smooth right against your ear. “but i feel kinda bad. least i can do is give you an orgasm huh? ya want that, princess?”

you sniffle, giving his wrist a firm tug. “yesyes, please. touch me more.”

“shouldn’t do shit after that little slutty stunt you pulled,” he growls, and you moan once he starts to maneuver small circles against your cunt—two fingers now softly making its way inside. toji’s got your panties shoved to the side and your bottom lip quavers. “but…i don’t wanna make my baby more needy than she has to be.”

“toji,” you’d sulk, and the warmth of his breath forevermore continued to blow against your ear whenever he laughed. “make me cum, p-please.”

he was so smooth with his fingers, adding just enough pressure to where you’re feeling yourself grow hot and bothered each second.

“no one should see these girls but me,” he snickers, giving your nipple a soft squeeze. you were so sensitive, especially there—yet he knew that. “her too.” toji coyly grins, the top of his fingers prod against clit as he feels you bare around his digits. “can’t leave ya by yourself can i? i can just imagine how many others times you were here waiting, playing with yourself, hmpf.”

“it— it was just this one time.” you moaned, immense tension building up. a sudden breeze of from the cool air danced against your skin. toji smiles, knowing each exact angle to hit you with his fingers.

you remain sojourned against his chest, and toji brings his chin towards your right shoulder—you conceal an incoming moan once he’s just lightly ramming his fingers in and out of you. it’s sloppy, the plethora rings of squelches sang in harmony and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. “and it’ll be the last right, baby?”

“yes. promise, toji please.” you’d hiccup, and as he still has one of your breasts in the inner depths of his hand, your legs trembled in longing desire.

“okay,” he purrs, nipping a kiss towards your neck. you pierce your nails into his arm before after a few long tension building moments. you cum, and you cum hard. you eye sight hazy, swallowing thickly you panted heavily. “good girl, good messy girl. relax.”

you huffed and puffed quietly, legs stuttering and shaking with such pleasure that you’re at an almost lost for words. so embarrassing you could barely pronounciate his name. your words broke and broke. “t-to-joiiii.”

“poor baby,” he whispers, fingers still shoved into your pussy. it stays there for the time being before you feel him curl his index finger just a few inches upward towards your sweet nub and you choke out a cry. “ooh. that’s a good little girl,” and his praises went straight to your heart. toji’s hand caressingly trailed down your chest towards your tummy before clearing his throat. “this won’t happen again, will it?”

“m-maybe.” you slur, and you’re taken aback once he turns you over to give you a chaste kiss.

toji stares at you before groaning. “thought you’d say that. what a fuckin’ shame,” and you gasp out a noise once toji makes you land on your chest before giving your ass a playful spank. “i’ve been too nice, princess. now i gotta really show you what your pictures did to me. so arch for me.”

#★vegasbaby. #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x you #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #female reader #tw sex

[anticanonsposts]

sex drought :(

nsfw-mdni, but also fluff

One time you go through a sex drought because he accidentally hurt you during sex

everything was going fine...

you guys were having sex in missionary and it was feeling amazing

but then...

he reached his right arm up and tried to grab your right wrist

(he was gonna bring your hand down so you could feel where your bodies were connected)

however you tried to reposition and prop yourself up on your elbows at the same time

and his knuckles collided with the side of your temple

his eyes shoot to you to see if you're ok and you verbally assure him you are

however seconds later you start crying while still telling him you are fine

i do not mean this lightly when i say this man freaks the fuck out

he immediately pulls away from you (and out of you) positioning you so you are in more of a sitting up position

he gently cradles your head and kisses whee he bumped into you

this is followed by man 'bitte bitte' 'i'm so sorry, please forgive me schatz'

you repeatedly say that its ok but he just shakes his head

for the next couple weeks anytime you mention needing to get up and grab something or do something he is already up at the speed of light, grabbing it for you

god forbid there is a small red mark on your face that sticks around for a couple days and guy's heart WRENCHES every time he notices it

even after a lot of reassurance that you were fine and you understood it was an accident he would not touch you sexually for so long (probably like a week and a half)

during this time no matter how much you teased, begged, pleaded with him he would not fuck you....ok jk

after weighing the pros and cons he would resort to just giving you head but would not allow you to do anything for him afterward

(he would usually just go rub one out in the bathroom afterwards)

when you finally do have sex again, the first few times he treats you like you are quite literally made of glass

and insists that you be the one in charge, calling the shots, feels a lot of relief when you are on top of him because he sees it as less risky

he just feels so bad that he hurt his perfect fucking angel and will probably always remember this

he always just wants to make you feel so safe with him and doesn't want anything to threaten that

(I have an increasingly unhealthy attachment to this man)

#könig smut #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #konig smut #konig x reader #call of duty smut #call of duty modern warfare #cod smut #cod mw2 #konig mw2 #konig cod #könig blurb #könig imagine #könig x you #konig blurb #konig imagine

[mostly-imagines]

Guard Dog vol. II

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s gf pt. II

3 in 1 blurbs

warnings: mild standard gotham violence, in the 3rd section: attempted sexual assault and panicky thoughts afterwards from reader

“Sweetheart, this is…not good.”

You turn your head over to him, where he’s frowning, hands on his hips as he inspects your bedroom window.

You tilt your head, looking it over from your place on the couch. “What’s wrong with it?”

He sighs, “Well for one, the lock is broken. But even if it weren’t, this thing would be so easy to break.”

“It’s the lock the place came with.” You shrug. At least it has a lock. In Gotham that’s kind of asking a lot.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He frowns at the window once again, moving over to stand behind the couch. “I’m getting you better locks.” He looks to you, “I can install them tomorrow?”

You tilt your head up to look at him, “You don’t need to get me new locks, Jay…”

“Okay.” He kisses your head, “I’m getting them.”

You sigh in defeat, though your smile makes it lose its credibility. “Tomorrow’s fine. I assume you’re staying the night, then?”

He makes his way to the kitchen as he says, “Well, I’m not leaving you alone here with this piece of shit the only thing between you and Gotham.”

“I’ve lived here for two years.” You say flatly.

“Don’t remind me.” He mumbles as he moves behind the counter. “Actually, your door chain’s broken too, isn’t it?” It is, but that’s his own fault.

You had a long day a couple weeks ago and had a very long, very hot shower the second you got home. Unfortunately, it had slipped your mind to text him that you were home safe and he’d broken through the chain in one try to make sure you were okay.

You hum, “It wasn’t doing much anyways.” Clearly.

He grimaces as he heats up the stove for dinner.

You laugh lightly, “What?”

He looks back at you with a frankly adorable frown, “I don’t like that.”

You’d never thought much of it. You hadn’t had any—well, many—problems living here before, and you still had your deadbolt and handle lock.

“It’s okay. I’m safe here.”

He looks like he strongly disagrees. He comes back over, sitting next to you, taking your face in his hands. “Will you please let me set up some security measures around here?”

“Did Jason Todd just say please?” You say in faux-shock.

He rolls his eyes at you, “I’m serious.”

You sigh, contemplatively. “I don’t want my apartment looking like the Home Alone set.”

He laughs at that, “It’s not going to. You won’t even notice most of them. Just do it for me, please?”

“I’ll agree, but only because I know you’re going to do it anyways and I’d like to pretend I have control over this.” That’s not true, you’d agree to literally anything if he said please that sweetly again, but that’s your business.

“Fair enough.” He smiles, kissing your cheek.

No, it’s not fair at all.

It’s late. You’re not even sure how late but the city has calmed from its usual noises, indicating that your boyfriend will be home soon.

You’re coming up heavy on cramps tonight and according to the mockingly empty spot in your medicine cabinet, you’re out of ibuprofen. Yeah, it’s late, but the store on the corner is a three minute walk and fuck your stomach hurts. Jason wouldn’t like it if you went out without telling him though, so maybe you should wait until—

The sound of the living room window sliding open breaks you away from your thoughts, followed by a clatter of something hitting the ground.

You walk back into the dimly lit room, finding your boyfriend sliding the window shut again, holsters abandoned on the ground. He turns and collapses onto the couch face first, body immediately gone limp.

“Hey, baby.” You bite back a laugh, coming over to rub his muscled back from behind the couch. He groans into the cushion in response. “Why don’t you go get in bed?”

He hums almost imperceptibly, sitting up and rubbing his eyes roughly with his palms.

He stands and takes your hand in his as he passes by, tugging you towards the bedroom. The deep ache in your abdomen reminds you of your earlier train of thought. You pull your hand back, stopping in your tracks.

He turns back to you with a frown, wanting to know what could possibly be getting in his way of falling asleep, holding you close.

“I gotta go pick up some ibuprofen. I’ll be right back.” You say quietly, not wanting to disturb the quietness of the night for him. His frown deepens as you head towards the door, watching you.

You’ve got your purse in hand and are reaching for the handle when you hear his footsteps following in suit. “Hey, it’s okay. Stay here, I’m just going to the 24 hour store on the corner.”

He shakes his head, “You’re not going out in Gotham alone at two in the morning. Put your coat on, it’s cold.”

You do as you’re told, shrugging the coat on as you glance over at him. “Jason, it’s okay. You’re exhausted, go to sleep.”

He ignores you, throwing a sweatshirt on to cover up his armor, and follows you out the door; albeit far more sluggish than usual.

He was right though, the night air is bitter and slaps your face with every step forward you take. He lingers a few steps behind you, honest to god almost falling asleep mid step a couple times.

Frankly, you’re not even sure what kind of fight he’d be able to put up in this state. Though, he’s surprised you plenty of times before. In any case, his head snaps up every time there’s any sign of movement around, instantly on alert.

He trails behind you as you browse through the narrow aisles, hands stuffed in his sweatshirt.

As you’re standing at the store counter paying, his neck is craned forward, resting on your shoulder. You rub soothing circles into his hand with your thumb, though you’re sure it’s not doing anything to help his exhaustion.

You’re walking back home, the bite of the air a bit more forgiving in this direction. There’s another man walking down the sidewalk approaching, hands in pocket.

Jason’s too tired to bother with subtlety, glaring directly at the passerby before he could even think of trying anything. And it works, because the guy averts his gaze real quick and speeds up past you.

He continues working at his post from just behind you all the way until you’re back inside your apartment.

He takes the medicine container out of his pocket and cracks it open for you, wordlessly filling up a glass of water after. You gulp down a couple of the pills, and he takes the glass and bottle out of your hand the second you’re done, setting them on the counter.

He turns to you, eyes barely open, mumbling, “Can we sleep now?”

You smile at his fatigued state and take his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

Your neighbor likes you. You know it, Jason knows it.

The worst he’d done was flirt with you, badly, and shut his mouth real quick whenever your boyfriend emerged from your apartment.

And Jason let that go; he knows better than anybody that you’re heavenly and sweet and clever, of course this fucking guy likes you. Jason set an unspoken rule with himself, that he won’t get violent with any guys unless they put their hands on you. Something he knows for absolute fact your neighbor has not done.

At least he hadn’t until a couple of hours ago. You’d been in the hallway at the mailslots, your boyfriend nowhere in sight, when he decided it was the perfect time to make a move. Make several moves, actually.

You’re sitting on the couch, knees to chest, still trying to wrap your mind wround what had happened when Jason sees you. You stopped crying a while ago and you’ve entered the phase of…well. That happened.

Your hear keys jingling outside the door, followed by your boyfriend's entrance. He’s carrying some grocery bags and has a book tucked under his chin.

He lets the bags slide off his arms, and sets the book on the counter with them, beaming, “You’re never gonna guess what b—“ His smile drops when he sees you. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, “Nothing.” But your blinking feels off all of a sudden, and you can’t remember what you usually do with your face when you’re not lying. It doesn’t matter though, you could be an academy award winning actress and you’re still sure Jason would be able to see right through you with a single glance.

He frowns, “Don’t lie to me.” He moves towards you, kneeling down in front of you. “Please. What’s wrong?” His eyes are worried now, more than usual.

You don’t want him to worry about this. He already worries about you too much and he’s got all his vigilante stuff and…you just want to believe that this is a manageable situation and not a problem. Not something that affected you.

“It’s just…it’s not a big deal, okay? I can handle it—”

His posture stiffens and his voice suddenly goes low and serious, “What happened?”

You know where this is going. “Jason. Promise me you won’t do anything.”

His brow furrows, and his frown turns to something closer to anger. “Did someone put their hands on you? Who?”

“Jason—”

“Who did it?”

“The neighbor, b—” he immediately snaps to a stand and starts towards the door. You hurry to grab onto his hand before he can escape your proximity, “Jason. Please don’t.”

The break in your voice is enough to make his rage falter and turn back around to face you.

“Baby, if he touched you—” His eyes are pleading, begging you to let him go take care of this. If not for you, then for him.

“It wasn’t—he didn’t do anything. He didn’t get to. I hit him and he backed off.” Which is…sort of true.

He stares at you. “In the hallway?”

You blink. “…Yeah?”

He takes off towards the bedroom wordlessly. You follow quickly on his tail, watching him sit on the edge of your bed, opening his computer and clicking through it quickly.

You slide over next to him, and see that he's pulling up a file under the name of your building and today’s date. It takes you two seconds too long to realize what he’s doing, the thought only sinking in right as you see the hallway security camera footage on the screen.

“Jason—” you try to close the computer but he bats your hand away.

He forwards through the footage, as you scramble trying and failing to reach past him, various building occupants coming in and out of frame rapidly.

“—please just listen to me.” But he did listen to you, and he heard that someone tried to hurt you. That was all he needed to hear.

He stops when he sees you enter the frame, watching closely. He sees you flipping through the mail. He sees your neighbor slither out of his apartment and stand far too close to you. You take a step back only to be met with two steps forward by him. He says something to you, probably asking where your boyfriend is.

The angle doesn’t show his face, but it does see yours, and you look incredibly uncomfortable. You don’t answer him, which evidently was enough of an answer in itself.

Your neighbor tries to brush some of your hair out of your face but you snap your head away, stumbling back a little. He uses your lack of balance as an “excuse” to grab onto your waist, pulling you close to him.

Your hands are out in front of you and you’re shaking your head as he pushes towards you. His lips land on your neck and you try to move backwards, but he grabs your wrists and holds you in place.

You fight against his grip, and upon realizing that your struggling doesn’t matter to him at all, you dig your nails into his wrists so hard you draw blood. He groans in pain and his grip on you loosens.

You snap your hands away and push yourself away, locking yourself in your apartment. Your neighbor lingers for a moment, shouting something at the door before trudging back into his apartment and slamming the door.

Jason snaps the laptop shut, coming to a stand once again. His fists clinch at his sides. “That was not nothing.”

No, it wasn’t. But you feel so helpless right now. You sure as hell felt it in the hallway, and it keeps lingering in you and you’re not sure why. You couldn’t do anything then, you can’t do anything now…it feels like all the bad things in the world are closing in on you and you just have to let it happen.

“I…I don’t want anyone to die because of me…” your words aren’t quite matching your thoughts, but this is the closest you can get right now.

He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed. “It’s—it’s not because of you. It’s because of him. Baby, if I were on patrol and saw him grab some other girl like that I’d do the same thing.”

You know that. You know that. But communication seems impossible right now even though it’s the only tool you have to stop things from closing in.

“No, I know that. I know…it’s just…” Things are closing in anyways. Alright, this is happening now. Your eyes start watering and your voice trembles.

“Fuck, baby.” His hand flies to the back of your head, other arm wrapping around your middle, pulling you to him.

You feel a bit silly, crying over the potential death of someone who tried to hurt you, in front of the Red Hood of all people.

“I’m sorry, I—I don’t know. It’s—it’s too many bad things. I can’t…”

“Okay. Okay. It’s okay. I’ll stay here. I’m staying here with you, okay?” You nod into his chest, tears dampening his shirt.

This is a temporary solution, you know that even now. But you think once it expires, it might be easier to accept whatever Jason’s going to do later.

He’s quiet for a few minutes, holding you in his arms as you sway back and forth lightly.

“Will you forgive me if I kill him?” He whispers into your hair.

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. “Don’t.”

“Is that a yes?”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, face setting. “I’m getting the feeling you’re going to do something regardless of how this conversation ends.” He says nothing. “Just, please, don’t kill him.”

He holds you tighter and you do the same, laying your head against his chest again. You feel him press a kiss to your head as he takes a deep breath.

You think on it for a moment, figuring it needs saying, “And don’t get in trouble.”

Your neighbor comes home late that night, trudging through the front door with a perpetual frown. He opens the door to his notably unlocked apartment. He drops his bag on the ground with a thump and flicks on the lamp next to the door. He shuts the door and turns the lock when the red elephant in the room pipes up.

“Hey, bud.”

He jumps, spinning around, “Who the fuck—oh, shit.” He freezes the second he sees him, sitting in the armchair across the room. The Red Hood nods, loading the gun in his hand.

Your neighbor stutters, “What—what are you doing here?”

He looks up at him, cocking the gun. “You put your hands on your neighbor, yeah?”

He looks fake-shocked at the accusation. “What? No, I would ne—which neighbor?”

He can’t see it, but Hood’s face drops into a deadpan. “That is really not helping your case.”

Your neighbor eyes the gun nervously.

Hood sighs, “I’m not going to kill you. I’ve been told it’s bad manners to execute someone the first time you meet.” He glances down the nail marks on his arm and steals his jaw. “No. What’s going to happen is you’re going to break your lease and move out. Within the next week.”

The neighbors eyes widen, “A week? Are you insane?”

Hood tilts his head a bit before shaking it, “Nah, you’re right. By tomorrow night.”

“This is my apartment. I live here, I’m not going anywhere. And unless you’re secretly Saul the landlord under there, you can’t do anything about it.” He crosses his arms, clearly feeling very proud of himself. Well, killing him isn’t the only option, is it?

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that.” Hood clocks him hard on the head with the frame of his gun. He goes down quickly and loudly, clutching his head, groaning. “The alternative is getting beaten half to death and hoping whatever hospital you end up at knows what they’re doing.”

Honestly, neighbor boy is pressing his luck as is. Maybe it was a bad idea for Jason to bring the gun.

“Fuck! Fine! I’ll go!” He wails.

Hood kicks his abdomen with the side of his boot, though not nearly as hard as he wanted to. “Shut up. You’ll disturb the neighbors.”

The neighbor groans again, quieter. He mumbles something about Hood being crazy but it gets lost under the grunts of pain.

Hood crouches down next to him, patting him on the head with the barrel of his gun. “Don’t worry, bud. I’ll check up on you. And if I ever see you so much as look in the general direction of another girl I’ll put a bullet in your head. Sound good?”

Your former neighbor drops his head to the ground, hand still clutching the growing swell on his forehead.

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