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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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30 secs in heaven

dom!reader x sub!hyunjae

smut | nsfw | mdni

frat fuckboy!hyunjae,ennemies to fwb(ish), slut shaming hyunjae, shaming hyunjae for being a virgin (there's nothing wrong with being a virgin or a slut tbh they're sociological constructs it's your body do what u want), just shaming hyunjae in general (you are kinda mean oops), premature ejac, cumming untouched, lasting training, multiple orgasms (m), overstim (m), oral (f), face riding, nude sub/clothed dom, begging, degradation, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, slight pain play, spit play, unprotected sex (it's discussed but they decide against it. don't be like them kids), creampie

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast

[❛ this is a one time thing. ❜ + ❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜]

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“How old are we?” Hyunjae snorted. “12?” he asked, cocking a disdainful eyebrow, looking down at the empty clear vodka bottle at the center of the circle.

“Don’t be a fucking twat for once will you?” Sangyeon retorted, eyes shooting daggers at the younger blonde man.

He wasn’t wrong though. Playing this hybrid of spin the bottle meets 7 minutes in heaven was kind of childish for a bunch of college sophomore and juniors such as yourselves but you didn’t speak your mind. For two reasons.

One. The night reached a state where everyone was trashed out drunk and passed out at various curious places. Even the DJ was blacked out, head resting on one of the house plants so the music was reduced to a random lo fi spotify playlist playing in the background on somebody’s unclaimed laptop.

Two. You didn’t want to side with Hyunjae. Ever. That man kind of repulsed you. You were never into fuckboys especially the ones that had the reputation to back the rumors. You were deeply convinced that every girl on campus has had a go with Hyunjae’s pogo stick and of course if that was what they wanted, great for them but that wasn't your style that's all.

“I don’t need a bottle to take a lucky girl to heaven” Hyunjae declared, a smug smirk playing at his lips, and looking through his long lashes at one of the girls in the circle, even daring to go as far as to wink at her. She immediately started to giggle.

As far as you were concerned you had to repress a gag and opted for a more discreet but just repulsed facial expression.

“Yeah right just spin it!” Eric hurried him by motioning to the empty bottle in the circle but that didn’t stop Hyunjae from throwing one last disgustingly fuckboyish eyebrow raise to the snickering girl.

“Aight” he said, reaching for the vodka bottle, starting to spin it.

Anddd of fucking course it had to land on you. At that moment you and Hyunjae made eye contact. The smugness is gone. You both look at each other in complete confusion, hung in time.

You are not fond of Hyunjae, that's a fact. A known one. The main interested party knew that much from one very reliable source. Experience.

Of course since you breathed and had boobs Hyunjae tried to get into your pants too back when you were a new and introverted freshman in a brand new and intimidating college. But Hyunjae learned pretty fast that introvertedness wasn’t to be confused with shyness. Because you certainly weren't the latter. You rejected him in a way that didn’t leave any room for interpretation or even second chances and he never bothered you again.

Fuck… Why me?

For a second you argued that the bottle landed between you and Giggles so you really didn’t mind letting her get into the sickeningly small closet with Mr. Universe. But unfortunately Sangyeon and Eric were way too happy to stick Hyunjae with one of the rare girls on campus that never showed interest towards him.

Before you could understand they whisked you both in the tiny closet. And you found yourself squished between a couple of mops, floor detergent and of course the campus’ Angel Face.

You both stayed quiet for a while, both awkwardly standing in the dark. Your arms crossed on your chest while Hyunjae leaned on the door.

“I mean” you were the first one to break the silence. “We can always just wait here for 7 seven minutes.”

“Yeah.”

Silence again. But it was somehow even more awkward. The air felt heavy, weighing down on your shoulder like lead.

“I don't want to get herpes or whatever”

You didn't really know why you said that but it just slipped out of you. Maybe because you hated how dry he was, not making a simple effort to at least talk to you or how he looked like being in your company was the most dreadful thing that could happen to him or maybe it was the booze talking. But nonetheless you said it.

“What?” he whipped his head in your direction.

“Yeah you surely have herpes with all the mouths that you kissed. Too bad they don't make condoms for your mouths” you laughed out loud.

At first Hyunjae looked pissed, sharp eyes peering at you but as his eyebrows relaxed on his forehead a sly smirk pulled his lips.

“You know what?” he started “I think you’re jealous…” he walked to you lifting his arms and placing both his palms at each side of your shoulder, forcing you to back up, trapping you between the wall and his large frame.

The untasteful scent of his overly sweet cologne mixed with the strong smell of cold tobacco floated to your nostrils, by reflex you pushed your chin back in your chest until the back of your head was against the wall too.

“Maybe you want to be added to my list?” he tilted his head bringing your face closer to yours.

He keeps a list? That's the cringiest thing you ever heard.

“Shut up and kiss me already. Let's get it over with”. You exhaled, bracing yourself.

“Kiss you?” Hyunjae started laughing. “You’re the last thing on earth I want to get my mouth on” he said before standing back straight, letting his hands fall to his side.

But before he could turn around you grabbed him by the collar and switched position with him, shoving his body onto the detergent bottle and you crashed your lips on him. To your surprise Hyunjae reciprocated the kiss, gradually he relaxed between your arms. You dared to open your mouth, letting your tongue slip past his lips. His flavor took over you, the taste of cigarettes and raspberry vodka filled your head. He started to breathe heavily and then moan into your mouth.

Hyunjae on the other hand didn’t even feel himself get hard. He didn’t have time to understand he liked this change of pace, he liked being pushed around, he liked that you pinned him against the wall and just stole this kiss from him.

You should have known he was enjoying this kiss a little too much but somehow it didn’t ring any bells to you and before you realized it his voice went very high pitched until he broke the kiss abruptly. When you looked at him his eyes were rolled back in his head and his jaw was hanging open.

“Fuckkk” he cursed in a throaty moan.

Silence again. You took your hands off his collar. You looked at him in confusion, looking for some kind of explanation on what just happened into his eyes but the only thing you found was evident and undeniable shame.

“Did you just…” you asked as Hyunjae bit down on his lip in worry when you looked down you spotted the disgraceful wet patch at his crotch.

“Are you for real right now?” you started to chuckle. “Did you really just fucking cum from a simple fucking kiss?” you started laughing louder. “7 minutes in heaven? More like 30 seconds! I can’t fucking believe it. Cumming untouched like a fucking prepubescent virgin.”

In this very delicate situation, saying Hyunjae felt vulnerable was an understatement. And this side eye he made, unable to hold your gaze, betrayed him right away.

“Wait?” you clapped your hand over your mouth. “Nooo wayyyy dude” you laughed even louder, throwing your head back. “Are you a virgin?”

The silence that followed spoke for itself. Hyunjae felt dizzy, he staggered backwards until his back hit the closed door.

“Wait, I don't get it… Did you pay those girls to say that you fucked them?” you were still half laughing.

He had nothing to lose anymore.

“N-no… I.” he looked back at you through his lashes, your cold, unwavering glare made him shudder. “I don’t even know how it started” he blurted. “Just one day that girl from my sociology class started to say she fucked me and that I was the best she’d ever been with and I never denied it. And then another girl said the same thing and then another…” Hyunjae’s words get caught in his throat and he swallows back a sob.

“Why didn’t you say anything, dipshit?” you spat. The biting tone made Hyunjae’s guts stir with an unknown feeling.

“I don’t know, okay?” one single tear rolled down his cheek.

There was something so satisfying in seeing Hyunjae crumble like this, catching him in a lie and finally letting the truth out. You wrapped your hand around his chin, nails poking at his wet cheeks as you made him look at you.

“Yeah I bet you loved having your harem following you around at parties and worshiping the ground that you walked.” You hissed between your teeth.

“Yes… But at the same time I was petrified to be with a girl… because of that reputation I was too scared to disappoint her that she would tell the truth to everyone…”

“And losing the attention felt unbearable, right?” you dug your nails a little deeper on his cushiony cheeks.

“Yess!!” he exclaimed, wincing at the pain, another repressed little sob pathetically shaking his large body.

“You know what…” you let go of his face, raising both your palms at each side of your face . “I don’t want to stay here for another fucking second.”

“No please” He whispered, pressing his back on the door to prevent you from leaving.

Maybe, there was an opportunity in all this. For both of you.

“I-I…” he hesitated. “y/n… I can offer you a deal…” he somewhat regained his composure, straightening his back against the wooden door.

You were intrigued.

“Maybe you… I mean…” he hesitated.

“Spit it out Lee” you urged him, your patience running thin.

“Maybe you could fuck me?” he blurted out.

“What?” you frowned in confusion.

“We could help each other. You help me… conquer my fear” Hyunjae walked on eggshells, the proposition sounding more and more like a polite suggestion rather than an actual deal “and in exchange I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Anything goes” he added.

Now that was something you could get to enjoy. Breaking the cocky fuckboy into a pathetic little mess.

“You would like that wouldn't you? '” without a heads up you grabbed Hyunjae's crotch. Package tightly fitting in your palm. “You think I didn’t notice how your dick didn’t go down this whole time?” Hyunjae whimpered ever so slightly in response. “You like when I’m mean to you don’t you?” The blonde whined again but didn’t speak. “You like when I make fun of you, huh?” you grip around his balls becoming ever so slightly tighter. “When I call you names?”

“Yess” Hyunjae admitted in a broken whisper, eyes tightly shut, shame painting his beautiful features.

“Pathetic” you spit. “You cum from a simple kiss then stay hard when I laugh at you. Your cock is really begging to be used, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Use me” he responds back a little more eagerly than he would have liked. You clench a little harder around his crotch making him gasp for air and jolt his hips into your hand.

“Good boys always say please” you whisper in his ear, the hot air lifting goosebumps on Hyunjae’s skin, drawing a quiet whimper out of the boy.

“Please, please, please” he whispered back, shallow breaths giving away the urge he felt. You smirk at his state of aggravated neediness.

“This is a one time thing” you finally agreed as you find your fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans. Hyunjae’s face lights up in hope.

“Yes! Please! fuck me and I will never bother you again I’ll-” his voice got caught in his throat when you carefully peeled the denim off him. Hyunjae’s hips move against his will one more time when you drag down his wet and cum soaked boxers as he felt the cold air hit his scolding hot and leaking tip. You bit your lip at the sight. His cock hadn’t stop leaking from the kiss. Precum and cum mixing at making his cock glisten under the dim light of the closet.

“Take everything off and get on your knees” you said, taking a step back to allow him some space to fulfill your request which he did hurriedly.

In a flash he was sitting on his heels in front of you looking up at you through his lashes, both hands laid flat on his thighs while he waited for you. You didn't even bother taking your clothes off, only sliding off your underwear from under your skirt. When you lifted the fabric and unveiled to Hyunjae the very object of his desire he stopped breathing. He left like he had never in his life laid eyes on anything this beautiful, this perfect.

He licked his lips hungrily, wanting nothing more but to wrap his mouth around the glistening folds.

“Make me cum with your mouth like a good little fuck toy” you said shoving your hips onto his face.

Instantly Hyunjae started to move at a rapid pace burying his face in the wet crevices, wanting to drown in you. You grabbed the eager boy by his thick blonde locks.

“Slower you dumb cunt” you pulled archly on his face, making his neck bend awkwardly to look up at you. “You a fucking bitch in heat or something?” Hyunjae winced at the dull pain on his scalp.

Hyunjae took a deep breath to calm himself down and stuck his tongue out, carefully swiping it from your entrance to your clit. You let a satisfied sight slip off your lips. And Hyunjae’s hands fly to your thighs to ground his body between your thighs and his mind to the present. Trying so bad to keep it slow as your taste intoxicates him, turning him into an animal.

“Yeah like that” you say as you relax your hand around his hair, even gently stroking it. You start to rock your hips on his tongue. Grinding your clit on his mouth just a little harder.

Hyunjae reads between the lines and goes ever so slightly faster. Twirling his hot tongue around your erect nub then going back down to dip the tip at your opening earning a pleased moan from you. You throw your head back and just lose yourself in the pleasure he provides you. Letting your voice go more high pitched as you near your high

That sound alone is enough for Hyunjae to lose control again. He was holding off so well up until then. So well when you squeezed his crotch, so well when he stripped for you, so well when he first tasted your nectar on his lips but the sound you made while your scent filled his head was too much for him. Again the white clumpy liquid spurted out of his beet red cock to stained his thighs and stomach while he moaned into your pussy. His large body shaking under you as he orgasmed once more.

When you noticed you turned around only to witness what you feared had happened. You saw Hyunjae’s mess all over his thighs and stomach. The slimy liquid finding refuge in the dents of his hips around his abs. You grabbed a fist full of his hair again.

“You fucking pathetic little bitch” you pulled his face away from your folds. “You fucking came again!”

“S-sorry” he barely managed to say looking up at you with his cheeks and chin made shiny with your essence, mind still hazy from his high.

“You deserve punishment don’t you think?” you growled as you pulled harshly on his hair bending his neck backwards, the sharp pain making his eyes prickle.

“Yes, I do. ‘m sorry y/n” he started to mumble. His guts stirred in anticipation when he saw your glacial eyes stare back at him with resentment.

“Open your mouth” you demanded. “Stick your tongue out”

Hyunjae felt his cock twitch when he saw you lean in and purse your lips only to spit right on his tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet.” you instructed, hand still gripping tight around his hair. “Say thank you”

“Pthang you” Hyunjae replied as best as he could as the slimy foreign liquid rolled on his tongue, making his insides flutter with thrill and joy.

“Swallow” you said.

And he did. Happily taking your spit down his throat almost as a trophy an indelible token of what you both did in this closet.

You let go of his hair and step away and Hyunjae collapses. He sits with his legs forward and his sweaty back against the cool wooden door.

You positioned both your feet at each side of his hips and started to crouch down. Hyunjae jolts when he feels your hand wrap around his bare cock guiding it to your entrance. Cock twitching at the idea of serving you properly.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked between hisses as you lightly pump your fist around him.

“No. You?” you ask back and he shakes his head. You circle his tip on your hot wet folds which makes him arch his back against the door and press his lips into a thin line.

“Should we go get one?” he says, frowning in worry.

You let go of his cock and motion your chin to the door. “Go ahead. Go out and ask your friends for a condom.” You taunted him.

Hyunjae was conscious of the state he was in and the last thing he wanted was for his friends to see him like this, him that was so preoccupied with appearances. So he shook his head again.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy” you said as you grabbed his base again, angling him right at your entrance. “Today is a safe day for me” you said and you sunk yourself on his cock. The hot tip deliciously parting you, sliding with ease inside your drenched heat.

It took Hyunjae everything he had to not burst again. Finally popping his cherry. Finally feeling the delicious wetness and warmth of your pussy around him. Completely unrestrained, raw. He thought his whole body was going to burst into flames, his heart hammering against his ribs.

You saw him struggle, eyes shut tight, eyebrows digging a deep crease on his forehead, jaw clenched and nails clawing at the wooden floor. You grabbed his face between your fingers, sharp nails poking at his cheeks. The pain helped Hyunjae concentrate on something else that wasn’t the agonizing pleasure he felt on his throbbing cock.

“Look at me! Don’t you fucking cum, you hear?” you forced him to look at you. Slapping his cheek when you caught him losing focus, his eyes turning in his head. It worked and Hyunjae calmed down.

“Ok” he stated, out of breath. “I’m good”

You started to very slowly lift your hips up.

“I can’t fucking believe you came twice and you are still this fucking hard” you moaned as his tip was barely hanging inside of you to smash yourself back in. "You really are like a fuck toy ready to get used again and again and again" you said making your hips snap down with every word.

Hyunjae whimpered as a reply, biting down his lower lip in shame.

You climb the ladder of pleasure very rapidly given the orgasm Hyunjae robbed you of earlier you too were pretty worked up and with very little time you found yourself flirting with your edge again.

Hyunjae, on the other hand, was being tortured by the strong grip of your walls around him. As you were nearing your high you clenched down harder on him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

“Y/n… aaah” he was out of breath. Large beads of sweat dripping down his temples and hanging under his chin. “I can’t hold back anymore. Gonna aaah c-cum” he was at the end of his rope. His fucked out half lidded eyes looking at you with the most miserable of expressions.

You knew you were close, you figured you let the man let go before he loses the sanity he has left.

“Cum” you said.

The result was almost immediate. Hyunjae moaned out loud, finally letting go of his clenched jaw to let it lose as a string of groans and high pitched moans left his lips, to reverberate on all the walls of the tight space, probably to be heard by everyone outside that was not knocked out drunk. You felt Hyunjae delivering an abundant quantity of cum right in your pussy. Each of your thrust shoving the cum even deeper inside your dripping heat.

But you hadn’t finish yet and you don't intend to let yourself be edged to this level twice on the same night. You weren't going to stop before you grasp your orgasm.

Hyunjae started to whine when you kept on bouncing on his sensitive and drained out cock. Still constricting the poor member around your unforgiving wall. Hips still going strong with the brutal pace, determined to rip your orgasm out of Hyunjae.

“Please. Slow down I–Aaaa” tears started to roll down his face mixing with the sweat on his chiseled jaw.

“Shut up, I'm almost there” you said, clapping your hand on Hyunjae's mouth. His face contorting in overstimulation at the forced pleasure he winced under your touch, the face of true suffering. Hyunjae’s anguish was the last straw for you.

You finally snatch your high, hips becoming sloppy as you let yourself moan out, throwing your head back and pushing your hips back and forth, making Hyunjae’s cum gush out of you, mixing his previous loads still pooling on his stomach.

You gradually slow down, riding out your high slowly until you come to a complete stop. You keep Hyunjae’s dick right inside you. After a couple of minutes of both of you trying to clear your minds and catch your breath you speak.

“You aren’t really ready be able to live up to your reputation yet but come see me again I’ll teach you to last for hours.”

a/n: ooooff. idk what happened here? i was really in my domme head space and my fingers slipped. thank you anon who requested this is one of my faves <3 guysss did you like it? if yes please consider leaving a comment or an ask. 1 comment = 1 forehead kiss from cat <3. ily

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captaindanvers89 · 6 months

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Why Carol and Yelena would be best friends after Yelena expresses her displeasure about Kate joining the Avengers…

1. Yelena loves her alcohol especially vodka and Carol cannot get drunk.

2. They were both held captive and brainwashed

3. They both lost someone close to them

4. They would do anything to protect those they love.

Imagine a possible convo between them:

Yelena: I do not like Kate Bishop with the baby Avengers. She jumped off a building again and without a proper safety harness. At least when I threw off her the building, she was attached to one.

Carol: at least she had a harness on, Kamala didn’t. This has to be karma because Maria said I gave her a lot of grief for something like this before the accident

Yelena: Well, at least you have powers to punch your way through a spaceship now. I once jammed a bo staff into a helicopter engine and when it exploded, it launched me from the floating platform to the ground but luckily, Natasha managed to save me

Carol: …

Yelena: Yeah, this is karma

#carol danvers #kate x yelena #kate bishop #young avengers #kamala khan #ms marvel #yelena belova #black widow #natasha romanoff #maria rambeau #captain marvel #marvel mcu #the marvels #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Hey! I love your work! I was wondering if it wouldn’t be to much trouble if you could do a part two to the sinclairs and drink s/o? Again only if you want too keep up the great work!

Of course!

Some of these events have happened in real life to me and my family members.

Sinclairs x Drunk reader

Also asked by: @greatkoalawizard

Part 1

Bo: Clingy Reader

“Quit huggin’ t’lamp!” He’ll laugh, whiskey burning his breath. He leans down and kisses your head and takes the lamp away. “Really, darlin’.”

“But I want an enlightening experience,” you giggled. “Don’t give me shade—“

“Any more puns an’ I’ll drown ya,” he grumbles. Seeing you giggle at your own jokes made him smile a bit. “Besides, ain’t my fault you’re drunk.”

You giggle as you pulled him into your chest, messing with his hair to make a rats nest. “You’re so handsome.” You leave a sloppy kiss on his jaw and snuggle into him.

He rolls his eyes, but he loves this. He loves all of this along with being with you. He kisses your head and lay in your lap. He watches you play with his hair as the lamp sat next to him. “I love ya, Bo,” you slurred.

“I love you more.”

Vincent: The Builder

He wakes up to you drunkingly building a lego castle. He sits beside you and steals your wine glass, taking a sip, and refilling it. You’re horde of empty bottles sat at your feet as you build the lego castle.

“We-“ hick-up “we could build a-a house for Jonesy!” You slur as you put the pieces together. “She would-would love a house!”

Vincent nods in agreement as he kisses your shoulder before resting against it. You rest against his head and giggled as you pieced the castle together. He starts helping you build the castle and listen to you babble about building a dog house with an indoor pool. At the end, you rest against his chest with your fourth empty wine bottle at your feet.

“You’re my builder,” you slur, sloppily kissing his waxed mask. “I love you.”

He’s with you… that’s all that matters to him.

Lester: The Raccoon King

“You got a what!?”

You proudly hold up the baby raccoon, who was chilling in your arms. He knew vodka made you nuts, but not hunting down and bringing home a baby raccoon nuts!

“I found a homeless kitten,” you slurred.

“Baby,” Lester looked between you and the raccoon. “‘At’s a raccoon.”

“It’s a baby!”

“Sweetheart,” he shakes his head and laughs. “Gotta let it go—“

The raccoon hissed at Lester when he tried to take it away from you. It climbed up and sat on your shoulder. You have the biggest smile and the raccoon sits proudly on your shoulder. “Nah, he’s baby. He’s our son, now.”

“Our son?”

You nodded as you stumbled towards him. He kisses you softly then you said, “You’re the raccoon king.” You pinched his cheeks and smiled, cooing, “My lil’ raccoon king.”

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair fanfic #vincent sinclair fanfic #lester sinclair fanfic #house of wax x reader #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher fanfic #slasher fanfiction

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the-red-thread-that-strangles · 4 months

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I recently learned that Vodka's job is, like, managerial secretary of the BO, and every time I read that, I lose a couple of braincells

How am I supposed to imagine that?

Vodka, standing next to a crime-scene in the making: "Hello, Vodka speaking. gunshot sounds You've reached the office of Gin. wet squelching sounds He's currently busy, can I relay a message for you, sweetheart? terrified screams of pain No? Alright, I'll let him know you called <3"

???

#dcmk #black organization #gin detective conan #vodka detective conan #detco #black org shenaniganry

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marshmallowgoop · 6 days

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What do you think would be the most narratively tragic ending for HeiShin?

One of them dying.

Shinichi becomes Conan because he does not rely on others or ask for help. (After all, if he trusted Ran to follow Vodka with him, there's no way events would have carried out like they do.) Through being Conan, he's somewhat forced to rely on others and ask for help, but when it comes to Heiji, it's really a choice. He wants to investigate cases together. He wants Heiji to help him.

So, if Heiji were to die in a case or in the fight against the Black Organization, I could see Shinichi falling back into his pre-Conan days. Relying on Heiji and trusting him got him killed. It's better to do things alone, to not let anyone in. The progress Shinichi's made throughout the series would be undone.

For Heiji, he initially seeks out Shinichi because of his own insecurities. He's subjected to tons of comparisons—to his father, to Shinichi himself—and he feels a great need to "prove" his worth.

But Shinichi doesn't do that to him. In fact, Shinichi says straight out in their first meeting that Heiji doesn't have to prove himself to him—that there's no competition in detective work. As the series continues, Shinichi also continues to support and value Heiji; he doesn't even hesitate to say that Heiji's in the right when other detectives mock and ridicule him (Episode 479), and as stated above, he asks Heiji for help (Episodes 189 and 345 for a couple big examples), signifying just how much Heiji and his insights matter to him.

If Shinichi were to die in a case or in the fight against the BO, I could see it absolutely destroying Heiji. He wasn't a good enough detective, a good enough friend, a good enough "rival," to save the Detective of the East. All his insecurities would be exacerbated.

Of course, if Shinichi or Heiji died for reasons unrelated to detective-ing, like illnesses or accidents, it wouldn't be as narratively tragic, probably, but that would be the most personally tragic ending for me, so it'd make the narrative a lot more tragic. For me.

#replies #mirrorfalls #not that heiji or shinichi would ever die but i *really* don't like half of my otp dying so that's the first place i go ^^;#and i do think it'd be the most narratively tragic for them #ramblings #heishin #kinda maybe #detective conan

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butter-pangcake · 1 month

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I love your little DC week! Your art style is so cute ^^ I would love to see the crow bros Gin and Vodka in your style. There can't be enough BO Fanart in the internet! Would you draw them for me pls?

glad you like them!

#smol detco weeks #ask #beccel

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calmcoldevening · 1 year

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♡ Slashers as drinks ♡

Michael Myers — Water

• Firstly, it is good for the body (Michael can also be useful, yes)

• Secondly, if you replace many harmful drinks with water, your life will become much better. Well, if you spend more time with Michael, your life will get a little better (hey, he will kill all the people who somehow offend you, he will save your life from "bad drinks")

• Water is so delicious when you don't drink for several hours in a row. Seriously. Especially after some training. And so you come home after a long day, and you are greeted by this miracle (yeah, very friendly, especially with his emotionality) and you spend the whole evening together. Cute.

• Just, if you love Michael (I do), drink more water. And you will support Michael, and your body will thank you :)

Jason Voorhees — Morse

• It's sweet.

• It's delicious.

• This is useful, especially if it is at home.

• Well, just look at this adorable bun, it's impossible not to love it! It is so sweet and refreshing, like a delicious fruit drink made from fresh summer berries! It's like I'm back at camp again.

Bubba Sawyer — Cocoa with marshmallow

• Brighten up any of your cold evening with his warm, pleasant company.

• You, him and a warm blanket on the sofa in front of the fireplace, what could be better?

• This man has the most tremulous and loving hugs. His big plush body is literally created for pleasant, gentle hugs. And take another ginger cookie for both of you, and it will be the best evening of your lives.

• Cocoa will help you relax after a long chase after victims and dragging a heavy chainsaw. Bubba's tense body begs for such a pleasant rest.

Thomas Hewitt — Hot chocolate

• Like hot chocolate, it is very sweet and pleasant. Warms the throat and soul and all that.

• God, have you seen this divine man? I'm ready to kiss it all, it's the sweetest chocolate in the world.

• Lyude-Mae, thank you for raising such an incredible boy.

• Chocolate improves brain function and increases dopamine levels in the brain, isn't that a sign? In addition, the touch of another person produces dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin, which lift the mood and increase resistance to stress. Hugs?

Stu Matcher/Billy Loomis — Vodka

• Can I not comment on this..?

Vincent Sinclair — Milkshake (your favorite flavor)

• Oh, yes.

• Milkshake is especially good in the heat. A little cream, your favorite ice cream and some fresh berries (you can do without them) and voila, it turns out such a yummy.

• You can freeze and get ice cream. Multifunctional boy.

• If you start drinking, the cocktail ends in an instant, and then you want more and more... This boy is addictive.

• But he's so sweet...

Bo Sinclair — Pomegranate juice

• I just don't like pomegranate juice. But it's useful. Bo, what's the use of you? (Sorry if you like him)

Lester Sinclair — Mineral water

• Simple and tasteful.

• Lester is really like a mineral water. In a difficult moment, he will always offer his friendly shoulder so that you can lean on or cry.

• The best thing you'll find with a hangover...

• Quenches thirst better than sweet soda.

• If you add syrup to it, you will get a sweet fruit lemonade. This boy will help in all cases of life.

Pyramid head - Green tea

• Many people don't like it (for example, my dad), but if you try this divine drink, you won't be able to drink something else.

• Pyra is truly a gift to the universe!

• Improves well-being, skin condition, accelerates metabolism, improves mood and the name system... I can go on for a long time.

• Delicious both hot and cold (But the Pyramid head one is always hot as Hell...)

• This man is addictive.

John Kramer — Lemonade

• Simple and tasteful.

• You won't find a better alternative for the holidays.

• It's delicious. It's beautiful. This is always relevant. Eternal classics.

• With what other drink do you get to know the essence of this life?

• Chilled lemonade with ice cubes and mint...

Amanda Young — Red wine

• Oh, this baby is the best.

• Improves sleep. Any time spent with this goddess is fine, but sleep is especially good. Next to Amanda, you will only have sweet, pleasant dreams! Maybe even smut... I assure you, sleeping with her is a pleasure.

• Useful for pressure. If Amanda is around, your heart starts beating wildly in a chaotic dance, and the blood rises to your pale cheeks until this moment. Now you don't look so tired, right?

• Hugs and kisses with this gorgeous woman are like Paradise, so it's quite possible to say that she herself tastes like good wine.

Mark Hoffman — Black coffee

• He took my heart.

• No sugar is needed to taste this man.

• At first it seems bitter and nasty, but... Hey, pour me another cup, please?

• It's fucking addictive, and after a while you just won't be able to drink coffee with sugar.

• Where to sign to sell your soul to the Devil? I just want to drink this coffee forever (and have Hoffman forever, ahem)

• As black as his soul.

• Bitter, but delicious in its own way and damn sweet.

• For connoisseurs of true art and something truly beautiful.

Brahms Heelshire — Milk

• Baby Brahmsey.

• Helps you fall asleep. This man will ask for a bedtime story and a kiss before going to bed... And then he will throw you on the bed and ask you to fall asleep with him.

• You know, it's good for the throat if you're sick.

• Milk reminds of childhood ...

• Sometimes milk is nasty and Brahms too. If your mood is more towards tea than coffee, drink tea. Brahms will get mad and calm down. And after that there will be time for hugs.

Hannibal Lecter — Cognac

• This man is good.

• After his appearance in my life, I decided to connect my life with psychology and helping others (and after Kramer's appearance, of course).

• Always good. Especially if you are some kind of boss or a serious person, you should have cognac. In the movies, it looks like a success.

• This man understands exquisite things and looks so great all the time... Really cognac, there is no other way.

• Will support you on a lonely night and cheer you up when you meet some of your friend.

Will Graham — Black tea with milk/cream

• This is... Cute?

• My cousin had a grandmother, she always made me such tea. It evokes a feeling of nostalgia and comfort, as if I am back in childhood.

• This is the most comfortable character for me! So warm, sweet, sweet and pleasant ...

• It's unusual, especially if you try it for the first time, but it's delicious, I assure you.

• A combination of classic harsh tea and something soft and kind from childhood, Will is really the best.

• I want to get to know Will by sight. I want to hug him. I want to be him, okay?

#slashers x reader #slashers x you #michael myers #vincent sinclair #thomas hewitt #jason voorhees #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #bubba sawyer #hannibal #will graham #mark hoffman saw #amanda young #john kramer #pyramid head #billy loomis #stu matcher #brahms heelshire

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fizzyjacuzzi · 4 months

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gasp you're taking prompts?? :o

i hope you're not too flooded with ideas, but it'd be really neat to see Chianti or Vodka in your style!

i've never really drawn BO, so this is a pretty refreshing req, both of them are pretty easy to draw too, unexpectedly!

bonus, bc i don't think they've really shown vodka's eyes before:

i just think it'd be funny if he got the good guy detco moe eyes all along

#dcmk #detective conan #jianswers #my arts #case closed #vodka #chianti

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greymoonfeelings · 1 year

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Goddamn, Man-child

you fucked me so good that I almost said “I love you”

Pairing: Frat boy! Jake Seresin x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your Friday night doesn’t go exactly as planned, but what can you expect when you’ve fallen for a fuckboy?

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: toxic fuckboy Jake, alcohol consumption, dirty dancing, jealousy, degrading names, oral (m receiving)/facefucking, unprotected PinV and creampie.

thanks to @green-socks for editing help!

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When you first started college three years ago, you had no interest in partying. Your top priority was getting good grades, not spending your weekends hunched over a dirty toilet seat. For three years it stayed that way. It wasn’t until your final year that you finally indulged in the partying and that was for one reason only: Jake Seresin, the president of the biggest fraternity on campus.

The first time you met Jake was two months ago when your friends dragged you to Gamma Delta Chi’s Halloween party. Apparently, he has a thing for sexy pirates because you hooked up that night. What had started as a drunk mistake turned into somewhat of a ritual for the two of you. Jake is by no means the “nice guy” you were hoping to meet when you started college, but he’s charming and gorgeous and he knows how to please a woman which is more than you can say for most guys his age.

After a long and stressful week, it's finally Friday night. Jake sent you a text Wednesday night saying he missed you, accompanied by a foggy mirror picture post-shower. You nearly ran over to his house right then but you knew you had an 8 am class the next morning. However, you planned on making up for it tonight.

When you first walk through the front door of the house, you’re hit by the overwhelming stench of weed and cheap cologne. As you push through the sea of bodies on the way to the kitchen, your eyes subtly scan the house for Jake. He’s usually easy to spot. He’s tall with a mess of blond hair and likely to be surrounded by a few girls or freshman boys who worship him like some sort of god.

You finally locate him when you make it to the kitchen island that’s lined with an array of alcohol. In the corner of the connected dining room, directly in your line of vision, stands Jake. He’s pressed up against some redhead, talking intimately. From the smile that breaks out on her face, it’s apparent that he’s flirting with her.

The sound of her giggling turns your stomach. Your grip on a beer bottle starts to slip as your palms grow sweaty and your heart hammers in your ribcage. You exchange the beer for something stronger, quickly screwing the top off so you can chug straight from the bottle.

No matter how much you drink, your mouth still feels like it’s full of cotton. The scene playing out before you is nothing new. Jake is notorious for flirting with any girl who crosses his path. You’re not officially his girlfriend, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting.

You exit the kitchen with the bottle of vodka tucked under your arm in search of your friends. If you can distract yourself for an hour or two, you’re sure Jake will eventually seek you out.

As the night progresses, Jake and his new friend stay attached at the hip. Jake hasn't looked at you once despite your circle of friends standing only a few feet away. Eventually, he brings her over to the pool table and starts to teach her how to play, the same thing he did with you and likely all his potential hookups.

How could you be so stupid as to fall for that and think that you were somehow special? You knew what kind of a man he was, a horny 22-year-old frat boy who prided himself on being a womanizer, but somehow, you convinced yourself he was different.

Deciding to leave and stop attending these parties completely would be the smart thing to do, but at this point, you’ve consumed too much alcohol to be making any rational decisions. Right now you need something to make you forget about Jake. Or someone…

That distraction comes in the form of a rowdy frat boy who bumps into you as he high-fives his friend that’s in your circle. You recognize the guy as Bradley Bradshaw. The two of you shared a few classes over the years and he’s always been nice to you unlike some of his frat brothers. He’s attractive, athletic, and gets good grades. You could do a lot worse.

“Hey, Bradley!” You throw your arm around his shoulder, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“What’s up?” He greets you with a squeeze on the hip.

“Let’s dance!” Without a second thought, you grab the brunette’s arm and drag him toward the horde of dancing couples. He doesn’t question you, instead falling quickly into place with his hands on your hips as they sway to the beat of whatever song is shaking the house at its foundation.

As you dance, you put all your energy into forgetting about Jake. You get lost in the music and the feeling of Bradley’s body pressed against yours. The alcohol coursing through your veins helps and for a few minutes, the distraction works. That is until you catch Jake staring at you from across the living room.

He watches the way you move to the music along with the man pressed up against your back. The sight of someone else feeling you up causes his body to tense up and his grip on his beer bottle tightens, squeezing it the way he wishes he could to Bradley’s neck.

You smirk proudly at Jake ignoring the oblivious girl in favor of glaring at you and your dance partner, obviously jealous. This was not your original intention, but Jake deserves a taste of his own medicine.

You keep your eyes locked with his as you begin to grind your ass harder against Bradley’s front. One of Bradley’s hands snakes around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. He presses his mouth into your neck, warm breath fanning the exposed skin.

Jake stands there seething until he can’t take it anymore. His reserve finally breaks when you grab Bradley’s neck and turn to smash your lips together. When Bradley tries to slip his tongue into your mouth, you decide it’s time to pull away, but before you can, he’s being pulled off of you.

Everything is a blur as Jake grabs your waist, pulling you through the crowded house past other couples and into the first-floor bathroom. The door slams behind him with a resounding thud.

“What the hell are you doing with Bradshaw?”

“We were dancing!”

“His dick was pressed against your ass!” Jake is now mere inches from your face and you can’t help but think that he still looks hot even when he’s angry. His beautiful green eyes darkened, nostrils flared and that prominent vein popping out of his neck. God, you wish you could bite it.

Fuck. You remind yourself why you’re furious with him in the first place.

“Fuck you!” You push him away. “Why don’t you go back out to Strawberry Short–”

Before you get the chance to finish, Jake is all over you like a cheap suit. He captures your lips in a heated kiss that sends you stumbling backward. You bump into the wall just as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Part of you wants to shove him off, keep yelling at him for being an asshole and maybe even slap him just to prove a point, but you won’t. Your need for him significantly outweighs your anger and frustration. After all, he’s here with you, isn't he? Not that other girl.

Running your hands through the hair at the base of his neck, you use it as leverage to pull him closer and force his tongue even farther into your mouth. One of Jake’s hands trails under your skirt, groping the supple flesh of your ass before drifting between your thighs.

“Pathetic,” Jake growls as his fingers trail over the wet patch of your panties. “So wet just from grinding like a bitch in heat.” He rips the flimsy fabric down your legs. “You were a little slut teasing him like that. I bet he thought you were gonna fuck him. He’s probably standing out there with a tent in his pants. I bet he’ll be rubbing one out to the thought of you later on. Maybe I should let him in here, let him use you any way he wants.”

The response that pulls from you is something between a whimper and a moan. Jake lets out a dark chuckle, “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, that’s too bad. The only guy you’ll be taking care of is me.”

“On your knees,” he orders and you oblige, slipping off the counter and onto the tile floor. You sit on your heels, watching patiently as Jake undoes his belt buckle and pulls his dark-wash jeans down to his calves along with his boxers.

Jake smears your lips with precum as he taps his leaking tip against the delicate skin before ordering you to “open up”. You stick your tongue out and relax your jaw, allowing Jake to slowly feed you his cock. He starts slow, letting you take your time to get adjusted to the feeling of him in your mouth. He’s gotten you well-trained over the past two months though and within a minute you’re taking him back until your nose rubs against the curly hair at his base. When your hands grip his thighs and you look up at him through your long fluttering lashes, Jake knows you’re permitting him to use your mouth.

He holds your head still as he pulls his dick almost completely out before forcing it back down your throat. The surprise jolt causes you to gag around his thick cock as your eyes water and drool pools at the corners of your mouth. Peering up at him through wet lashes, you try to hold eye contact with him, but his eyelids flutter closed as he revels in the feeling of your warm mouth.

Jake looks down at your flushed face to admire your ruined eye makeup. Black mascara is smudged under your eyes, running with tear tracks. The sinful sight fuels his arousal. You focus your breathing to avoid violently gagging anymore as Jake begins to steadily fuck your face.

“Knew you had to be good for something,” he grunts.

Between the spit you’ve coated his cock in and the feeling of your warm mouth, Jake can feel his orgasm creeping up on him. You swallow around him as he pushes to the back of your throat once more and Jake decides that’s enough. You whine at the loss of contact but he tuts.

“Did you think I was gonna let you taste me?” You nod solemnly. “Nah, that would be too easy. I gotta make you work for it.” Jake motions for you to stand up and then bends you over the counter. The temperature of the granite is a stark contrast to your body which feels like it’s on fire.

When he nudges your legs apart and flips up the fabric of your skirt to expose your wet cunt, Jake notes the glimmer of your slick-coated thighs under the warm light. He leans down so he can whisper in your ear. “You get off on me using you, don’t ya?” You can hear the amusement in his voice. His heavy drawl sends a new wave of arousal to your neglected cunt. If you don’t feel him inside you soon, you fear you might die.

Your wish is granted when Jake lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. Within one thrust he’s fully sheathed inside your pussy. You yelp as your body slides forward, your head nearly hitting the mirror from the force of his pelvis slamming against your ass.

The sensation that comes with being full of Jake’s thick cock is nearly too much. It’s a painful yet delicious stretch, one you’ll be feeling for days after. Every time you think you might have gotten used to his size, he proves you wrong.

“I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing around me, sugar. I can tell I’m splitting you open.” Jake uses his grip on your hair to gently lift your head off the counter. Your eyes meet in the mirror as he watches you squirm on his cock. He’s got that shit-eating grin plastered on his face like always. “Always so needy for some cock, huh? My greedy little cockwhore.”

Jake’s pearly whites tug on your earlobe before releasing your hair, allowing your head to lull back against the counter. He pulls his cock out halfway then slides back in. His first few thrusts are slow yet purposeful. Slender fingers dig into your hips as he pulls them back to meet him with each deliberate punctuation of his cock.

With your face buried in the crook of your elbow, your moans are muffled. This doesn’t please Jake. “I want to hear you, sugar. I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel”, he growls. You obey, letting your arm fall to your side.

Your volume increases as Jake picks up his pace, now mercilessly pounding into you. The high-pitched cries that fall from your open mouth are like music to Jake’s ears. Your hands clutch onto the edge of the granite as if your life depends on it and it might as well with the way Jake is fucking you.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jake’s angry voice snarls in your ear. “Wanted someone to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

He lifts your left leg to rest it beside you on the counter, allowing him to slip in at a new angle. Your body rocks against the counter with each snap of his hips. The nudge of his cockhead against your cervix is unrelenting as he takes his frustrations out on your body.

The tiny bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and euphoric screams but the music booming through the frat house muffles it from the unsuspecting crowd.

“Please,” you cry. You’re so close to your orgasm, but you need something else to push you over the edge. Jake knows exactly what it is that you need, but he refuses to give it to you.

“Please?” Jake taunts. “Please what?”

“Please make me cum!”

“Make you cum? I don’t think so. I think I’ll just fill you up and let you walk around the rest of the night unsatisfied with me dripping down your thighs. Maybe that will teach you a lesson.”

Your head shoots up from the counter. Looking at Jake in the mirror again you cry out, “No, Please! Please don’t! Please!”

Suddenly, the door bursts open. A deep voice yells out, “What’s going on in here?”

Your head snaps to look at the intruder, embarrassment flooding you as you come face to face with Bradley. You’re even more horrified at the fact that Jake is still pounding into you as if his sworn enemy hasn’t just walked in on the two of you fucking.

Bradley’s face turns beet red as he realizes what he walked in on and that it was not, as he had thought, some girl getting harassed. His brain is screaming at him to run away, but he stands in place frozen and wide-eyed as he grapples to understand what he’s witnessing.

“What the fuck are you looking at, Bradshaw? Get the fuck out of here!” Bradley finally scrambles out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “Fucking idiot,” Jake grumbles. “Now, I believe you were asking me for something?”

All your embarrassment dissipates as Jake’s cock rams against your sweet spot again. “Will you make me cum? Please, Jake?” Your voice quivers as you plead.

He considers you for a moment, eyes glassy and a pout on those perfect lips of yours. Jake loves to tease you, but he loves the feeling of you coming apart on his cock even more.

“Guess Bradshaw knows not to mess with you now.” Jake resigns as one hand trails to the front of your body. Two deft fingers find your swollen clit, offering you the stimulation you desperately craved.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You cry out as you reach your climax. The white-hot pleasure spreads through you like wildfire, causing your entire body to shake against the counter.

Jake’s body folds over yours as he’s propelled closer to his orgasm by the feeling of your sweet cunt pulsing around him. His teeth sink into your shoulder as his cock twitches inside of you. He ruts into your spent pussy, pumping you full of his cum that will surely leak out of you just as promised.

Once he catches his breath, Jake pulls out of you and redresses his bottom half. You stay propped up against the counter trying to compose yourself while Jake picks your underwear off the floor. He tosses the article of clothing onto the counter before pulling off his baseball tee.

“Here. You should probably clean yourself up before you go back out there.” He extends the shirt out for you to take before reaching for the door. “I’ll see you around.”

“That’s it?” You ask, incredulous. Jake’s brows furrow as he gives you a quizzical look. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“You can’t just fuck my brains out because you were jealous that I was dancing with Bradley and then not say anything. You’re the one who ignored me all night while you flirted with some other girl.”

“I am *not* jealous of Bradley.”

“Then what do you call what just happened?”

“It’s called hooking up, sugar. We do it all the time.”

“and now you’re just gonna leave?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. We’re not a couple. We can do whatever we want.” With that final remark, Jake walks back out to the party, still shirtless, leaving you alone in the bathroom to process what just happened.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jake’s angry voice snarls in your ear. “Wanted someone to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

The tiny bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and euphoric screams but the music booming through the frat house muffles it from the unsuspecting crowd.

“Please,” you cry. You’re so close to your orgasm, but you need something else to push you over the edge. Jake knows exactly what it is that you need, but he refuses to give it to you.

“Please?” Jake taunts. “Please what?”

“Please make me cum!”

Your head shoots up from the counter. Looking at Jake in the mirror again you cry out, “No, Please! Please don’t! Please!”

Suddenly, the door bursts open. A deep voice yells out, “What’s going on in here?”

All your embarrassment dissipates as Jake’s cock rams against your sweet spot again. “Will you make me cum? Please, Jake?” Your voice quivers as you plead.

He considers you for a moment, eyes glassy and a pout on those perfect lips of yours. Jake loves to tease you, but he loves the feeling of you coming apart on his cock even more.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You cry out as you reach your climax. The white-hot pleasure spreads through you like wildfire, causing your entire body to shake against the counter.

“Here. You should probably clean yourself up before you go back out there.” He extends the shirt out for you to take before reaching for the door. “I’ll see you around.”

“That’s it?” You ask, incredulous. Jake’s brows furrow as he gives you a quizzical look. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“I am not jealous of Bradley.”

“Then what do you call what just happened?”

“It’s called hooking up, sugar. We do it all the time.”

“and now you’re just gonna leave?”

#heather writes #jake seresin smut #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfic #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin fanfic #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin oneshot

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doomedbythe-narrative · 3 months

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Oh if Shinichis identity ever gets revealed to the bo that‘d be the funniest shit ever because most of them don’t even remember him. Like. I‘m just imagining this insanely dramatic showdown. Shinichi has his body back. He’s busting down the doors to the bo (literally) with the FBI, CIA and the PSB on his heels.

Gin takes one look at him and knows he’s fucked but also??? WHO IS THIS GUY??? Why does he seemingly have a personal vendetta against them????

Cue Awkward Explanation Time(tm) where Shinichi is like. Yeah. You poisoned me after I watched you and Vodka trying to close a shady deal(tm). Gin is just like. Can you be more specific I’ve poisoned A LOT of people.

#detco #case closed #shinichi kudo

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coconutbabydoll · 11 months

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ೀ- everytime (a.anderson)

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

warnings: idk ?? i don’t think there is any , please lmk if there is

summary: basically inspired by “everytime” by ari with a little changes, i recommend listening to this song before reading this if you haven’t already

a/n: first drabble or one shot!! i don’t really know what category it falls under, pleaseeeee be nice, i am working on my vocabulary and grammar also reblogs,like and comments are highly appreciated!!! enjoy :) also the ending is kinda rushed lol

you’re done with her, you swore you were done with her. you’ve been saying this forever and surely you finally felt like you meant it. you’re on and off relationship with abby was like an rollercoaster, just when you guys have been really good there was another argument. you’re needy and stubborn and you only want abby to yourself and to spend time with you only. you know that she’s a busy women with her basketball team and she can’t always suffice to your needs. you tried to plan small things to hangout with her like movie dates. she always said she would try to make it but she never did, you partly understood, but this time was the straw that broke the camels back.

a week ago was you and abby’s two year anniversary. this meant a lot to you, you could barely contain your excitement. you planned a dinner date at fancy restaurant that you’ve been on the waitlist for months. but of course you and abby had to get into another argument the night before your anniversary, and it was bad. it’s not like you guys broke up that night but she did end up leaving your house when she was supposed to stay for a week.

you woke up the morning of your anniversary expecting missed calls from abby, apology texts, and an a happy anniversary text but nothing, which was weird because she always apologizes after an argument (even thought it never her fault). you relaxed for the rest of the day until it hit 7:00 o clock. you put on makeup, curled your hair, and but on a sexy black dress, grabbed your purse and headed out.

9:27pm and you were still seated at your table on your third glass of champagne and had already order two appetizer. you swiveled your head to door everytime you heard it open, nope wasn’t her. maybe your read into this all wrong, maybe she broke up with you without actually breaking up with you during your argument last night, i mean she was pissed. she called you controlling. she is a busy women, she mention something about basketball practice today, but she said she’ll be here, it wasn’t an “i’ll try to,” she said she will! what did you expect , she didn’t even wish you an happy anniversary.

“can i get the check please?” you mumbled sheepishly to the waiter as she passed you by. you were embarrassed, this was embarrassing. getting up from your seat you contemplated texting her, calling her, cussing her out maybe? asking her what was her fucking problem. whatever, she obviously doesn’t want too speak to you if she missed out fucking anniversary.

a week since the anniversary has passed and you’re obviously not over her, you never went this long without talking to abby. all of your breakups with her never lasted longer than three days, and she was the one who always wanted to get back together. when your with your friends you tried to not show a change in you demeanor, but you couldn’t help it. abby brought out the best in you, she made you cheerful, tender, and amiable, you became a better person all around. but maybe you brought out the worst in abby, maybe she finally had enough and decided that she was done with you.

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it was like it was calling your name. the whole week was fulfilled with lonely nights, only acompanied with your second half full bottle of vodka. you leisurely walked over to your vanity desk and took big gulps finishing the rest of the bottle. familiar taste but it still burns.

*ringtone from your phone*

you walk over to your phone with the bottle of vodka it one hand. you squinted your eyes looking over the brightness of you screen.

*CRASH*

abby. what the fuck, why was she calling you? it’s been a week, did she miss you? maybe it was an accident, maybe she was calling to apologize, all these thoughts and your the sound of your ringtone ended. but then she texted you.

abby: come over, i miss you

you pondered whether you should reply or not, but your drunk self got the best you.

y/n: fucj you

abby: are you drunk ?

y/n: are you ???!?

abby: stay where you are , i’m coming to get you

y/n: you dpnt even hsve my location

abby: baby you still have your location on

you were drunk and you missed her but you didn’t want to give in that easy, so you left your phone in your apartment and started walking out the door. to where ? you don’t even know you just didn’t wanna see her.

you didn’t even make it two blocks until you abby’s car pulled up on you. “what are you doing? get in the car,” prompted abby as she slowed down the speed of the car so it could match the pace of your walking. “leave me alone!” you yelled words obviously slurred. “i’m sorry baby, i made a mistake.” you stopped walking - fuck, why is she like this, why does she make your stomach go all crazy with only five words? you hesitated but you got in the car. why does god keeping bringing you back to her, everytime?

#Spotify #abby anderson #ariana grande #every time #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby the last of us #the last of us #kinda rushed i’m sorry #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓶𝓲𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#what else do i tag #i wish i wrote more than this #i spent like 3 days on this #please don’t be mean to me #don’t be rude #sweetener

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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Why Are You Here?

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

Angst/hurt/comfort, smut, reader gets a little tipsy, I think that's it??

Six months have passed since you left Ambrose. Since you left Bo. You thought you'd moved on. You assumed he had as well. Turns out, you're both wrong.

You knew there was a chance you might see him.

When you were together, you were at this bar a lot. You’d avoided it for a while after leaving Ambrose, thought that most likely he would do the same, but just in case….

When your new man suggested it for a night out with friends, you couldn’t say no. It had been long enough, right? You missed this one cocktail they had, the Annie Oakley. It was a Friday night and you knew he hated crowds, surely the chance of running into him was slim.

Of course, you were wrong, like you were about so many other things.

You tried not to look like you were scanning for him when you entered the establishment and greeted your friends. You saw him immediately, at the bar, not alone. What was that stab in the space between your ribs? She was blonde, beautiful. She was wearing his fucking hat.

Your friend was saying something to you, had obviously been saying it a few times, and you tried to rejoin the conversation, refocus your attention.

But he saw you.

You met his eyes, those gorgeous fucking eyes. You saw the switch flip. One minute he was something like carefree, as close as he ever got to relaxed, and the next, the shutters closed, slammed in fact, the light in those eyes replaced with that familiar cold, steely glint meant for the people who pissed him off.

Were you imagining things, or had there been a flash of something else in between?

Your boyfriend put his arm around your shoulders and you wanted to push him away. Why were you embarrassed? You’d been gone for a few months now. And clearly you weren’t the only one who’d moved on.

You ordered the strongest drink on the menu. You planned on ordering a second. You were emotionally off your axis already and the waitress hadn’t even brought the waters yet.

You kept sneaking glances over to the bar. Your boyfriend was oblivious to your distraction, but noted your distress, asked you if you were okay. You brushed him off, smiled, asked your friend about his new job. You didn’t hear the answer. When you glanced at the bar – just a glance – he was looking at you. He looked away slowly, smiled at her.

God, it had been so long since you had wanted to hurt someone so badly.

The waters came, the drinks, the appetizers. You gulped down half of your Starfish Sunrise without touching a bite of food and it hit your bloodstream like a force.

“Maybe you should slow down,” your boyfriend whispered. You snapped at him. You didn’t care.

The next time you caught his attention, you gestured to the door with a tilt of your head. You knew he understood. But he looked away without acknowledgement, and ooh, did that fire you up. He was going to ignore you, again, after all this time?

But a few minutes later, he got up and left his date at the bar, turned to the door with a scowl on his face you knew was all for you.

Immediately you pushed your chair back from the table, made an excuse about something left in the truck, grabbed your boyfriend’s keys and exited the establishment with something less than grace.

The night was chilly, the seasons just starting to turn. The sudden darkness and silence disoriented you for a minute until you saw him, hands in his pockets, standing by his truck, looking at the sky.

“Bo!” you called. He turned and looked at you, and the familiar way he met your gaze was a punch to the gut. The gravel crunched under your shoes as you stormed over, the vodka singing in your veins. “Why are you here?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t own the bar.”

“Answer my question.”

“I’m tryin’ to relax. For some reason that ain’t goin’ so well.”

“That’s not what I fucking meant. Why are you here with that…person.”

His chuckle and the smile that accompanied it were cruel. “You’re one to talk. Never thought you’d go for the trust fund type.”

“Leave him alone.”

“Lemme guess, that’s his truck.” He indicated a huge, spotless, lifted, expensive truck that had never hauled anything larger than a lawn chair. Unfortunately, he was right, and he could tell. “Thought so.”

You clambered for a response, found yourself at a loss. He rounded on you, jaw set.

“Why are you here? I thought you went back to the city. Why can’t you leave well enough alone? Still lookin’ for somethin’ that doesn’t leave you feelin’ like shit?”

“We killed people, Bo, that’s supposed to make you feel like shit.”

“Cars kill people every day, darlin’. So do these.” He pulled out a cigarette, lit it up.

You swatted it out of his hand and the look he gave you was murderous. “You just can’t get close enough to the grave, can you?” you snapped.

“Don’t pretend you care what I fuckin’ do.”

“Don’t pretend you do! That’s the whole reason I left, Bo, I couldn’t watch you self-destruct anymore!”

You were right. That was pain in his eyes back in the bar, and it was pain there now. “Bein’ with you was the closest I’ve ever been to bein’ happy.”

The words were a slap. “Don’t put this on me.”

“I’m not. You ain’t obligated to fix me. I’m just tellin’ you the truth. And if you don’t wanna hear it, then get back in there, pay the tab with daddy’s money, and get the fuck outta my parish.”

“Bo – ”

“If you don’t like the way I’m livin’, it ain’t your problem anymore, so if you’ll excuse me.” He started past you.

When you grabbed his arm, and he turned around, it was a mutual action. When you pulled him in and his arms were open for you, it was like you shared a brain again, the way you moved each other’s bodies to the safest place no matter the circumstance. When your lips found his without trying, it’s because you could never let go of him, not six months ago, not now, not ever.

He crushed you against him, kissed you viciously. You grabbed the back of his shirt and twisted it in your fingers. When you started to feel the lack of oxygen and the alcohol tapping at the back of your skull is when he finally broke the kiss, keeping you locked in his grip, snarling, “C’mere.” He pulled you to his truck just a few feet away, threw you against the side of it, took your mouth again.

You were weightless, electric, caught up in the force of him again and thrilled by it. His body pinning you against an immovable object was familiar, stabilizing. He pushed his knee between your legs, his thigh against your sex, and you took his face in your hands like something precious you wished you could smash.

“Is the bed clean?” you asked when he let you breathe. He nodded. You turned in his arms and climbed in. His hands stabilized you in a gesture neither of you counted on and both of you noticed. He followed you over the side; you pulled him down and he flung himself onto you in the same motion.

You hitched your leg over his hip, fumbled the buttons of his shirt while he unfastened your shorts, your kissing frenzied. He got your pants off before you successfully undid all the buttons so you ripped the last few from their stitching, ran your hands over his skin, always hot. He tried to pin your wrists above your head. You twisted out of his grasp and grabbed at him through his jeans, one hand knotted in the curls at the back of his neck, teeth on his lip.

“Does he fuck you right?” Bo breathed.

“No.”

You both undid his belt at the same time. Bo got his jeans only halfway down his thighs while you pulled your underwear off and he growled, took your hip in one hand and your shoulder in the other, and thrust himself into you like it was where he belonged.

Your gasps were harmony.

You clutched him as he kissed you deeply, penetrating you with his tongue and his cock at the same time, running his hand up your side, over your stomach, across your chest. You traded breath, traded moans, flipped him onto his back almost without breaking rhythm, fucked him methodically with your noses touching.

He opened his eyes and it was the Bo you knew, the Bo who taught you how to shoot, who saved your life more than once, who held you while you sobbed after the first time you killed someone, who brought you a porn magazine from the drugstore because he said the cover model reminded him of you, who wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop, even when you begged him, even when you told him you were afraid for him, even when you threatened to leave if he didn’t start making choices in his own best interest.

You felt tears prickle in your eyes, hoped desperately they wouldn’t fall, could tell by the look on his face when they did.

He laid you back down underneath himself, supporting your head, his lips at your ear, fucking you deeper as he whispered, “I’m sorry, darlin’, I am.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck in what must have been a stranglehold, squeezed your eyes shut as he repeated your name, unraveled quietly underneath him, released a single cry that might’ve been a sob. He buried his face in your neck as he came, clenching your hair in a death grip, sucking hard at the skin of your collarbone. No way to hide that if you went back inside.

When he rolled off of you, the sudden loss of his heat and weight created a vacuum that threatened to yank you into the sky. You found his hand, gripped it tightly as you both looked up at the stars, breathing hard, waiting for the words to present themselves.

“Call me when you get home,” you said finally.

“No.” You looked at him. He was not looking at you. “Come home with me.”

“Bo….”

“’S where you belong.”

“Bo, I told you – ”

“Respectfully, darlin’, I don’t give a fuck.” Now he looked at you, and you could see him fighting to temper his anger. “How could you think that leavin’ me was gonna help anything?”

“I can’t fix you, Bo, I – ”

“That’s not what I meant. You can’t be happy around all those people, with that son of a bitch. I know you – you had a hard time. I know I’m an asshole. But we’re your family.” Something flickered behind the sharpness of his tone. “You belong with us. You belong with me.”

You couldn’t look at him anymore. You looked back at the stars. He tugged you against him, pushed his nose into your hair, murmured, “You belong with me,” didn’t say anything more.

There was something in your chest that hadn’t moved since you left Ambrose. It stirred then, waking up, looking around. You weren’t thinking logistics. You were thinking about the way he looked when he fell asleep on the couch, the way he mumbled a greeting in the morning, the way he laughed at the end of a long day when the whiskey kept flowing and the fireflies came out.

You knew where you belonged. You always had.

“Okay,” you whispered.

He lifted his head, looked at you, tried and failed to hide his hopefulness. God, you would kill for him. You knew he knew it. You knew he would do the same.

“Okay,” you repeated.

Damn fools, both of you.

“I’ll come home.”

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