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Too Dangerous

Ona Batlle x Reader [SMUT! rough.] Mafia and Football, can the two worlds coexist?

two part series, part two is in the making.

i had to use the new gifs im sorry, they’re not mine!

//

“I expected it to be dropped off by noon today, Michael.”

“I-I was five minutes late! There was t-traffic!”

“That’s not my fucking problem. I said noon, I want fucking noon!!”

Your hand slaps across his face, eyes seething with anger. You chuckle darkly, your fist forming tight before you punch his face repeatedly. His face slices open from the ring you were wearing, you hold yourself back from leaving another bruising blow on his mangled face. You put your hand out and a wet towel slips into it which you use to wipe your knuckles off.

Your right-hand man, George checks his pulse, nodding at you.

“He’ll be alright.”

“Of course he will, I didn’t even hit him that hard.”

“What do you want me to do with him?”

“Send him home with another shipment for tomorrow and see if he’s learned his lesson.”

You turn on your heel and throw the towel somewhere. The mansion is big with four wings; the east wing is reserved for activities such as this. You’ve two bodyguards that follow you around everywhere, your head of security insists that you can never be too careful.

“Pat, James, give me a fucking minute to breathe yeah? I think I can handle any moron that tries to jump me in my own house.”

“Yes ma’am,” James says gruffly, walking away with Pat to hang out in the security room.

Stepping into the west atrium, you hear your favorite sound in the world. You hear your girlfriend laughing at something when you also hear the chef telling her one of his serially bad jokes.

“What’s brown and sticky?”

“What?”

“A stick!”

It’s a stupid joke but Ona is too nice not to laugh wholeheartedly at it. You walk in and she hears you, leaving the conversation to jump into your arms. It had been days since she last saw you, you were on a business trip and she had shoots to do after training.

“Hi baby girl,” you say, catching her when she jumps up into your arms.

“Hi…,” she whispers, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, darling. The boys pick you up on time?”

“Sí, they were waiting for me when I walked out and saw your text. I think Martin drove my car here for me too.”

“Good, I told him to. Are you hungry? Gio would be more than happy to whip something up for us. Approved from your diet of course.”

“Mm, I am a little hungry.” You gently put her down, she presses her lips to yours and controls a searing kiss for a while. Your hands find her small waist, pulling her into you before she pulls away.

“Okay, I’m not so hungry anymore.”

It's your turn to laugh, pecking her forehead.

“You’re something baby. Come on, let’s get you fed.”

Ona requests Spanish breakfast for dinner, and Gio goes a little crazy when fulfilling her request. There are plates upon plates of food, the smell making everyone’s stomachs growl with hunger. You sit at the head of the table, Ona deciding to scoot in and settle herself in your lap. Your hand slips around her hips as she leans back into your chest.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I have a concern, can we talk after dinner?”

She pulls back and looks down at you, eyes looking a little worried. You nod, rubbing the small of her back softly.

“Of course, baby. I’ll get a bottle of champagne chilled, we can relax by the pool and have a little swim, how’s that sound?”

"Suena perfecto, bebé.”

She looked a little more relieved then, she moved to get off your lap and into her usual chair on your right. You grasp her waist a little tighter as she tries to stand, whispering only to her.

“Stay.”

The voice used insinuates obedience, she nods and begins to pile her plate high. She digs in, feeding you off her plate.

“Gio, these tostadas are divine,” you say as Ona feeds you another bite.

“Gracias! My mother would kill me if she knew I was selling her sacred recipes online.”

“Oh, could you slip a Boërl in the chiller Gio? Ona and I want a bottle to have by the pool tonight.”

“Already have, madame, it’ll be ready when you are.”

“Perfect, feed the boys will you? Lord knows they’ll never let a speckle of your cooking go to waste,” you say, pushing your chair back and helping Ona to her feet before standing yourself. You take her hand and walk towards the bedroom, climbing the quartz stairs with a little pep in your step.

The entire dinner consisted of being one, fed by Ona, and two, wracking your brain as to why she wanted to talk to you about something that was concerning her. Was it the club, or did something happen? Was there someone bothering her at the facility, a stalker I needed to get rid of? Did she want to break up with you? You’ve been together for 4 years, maybe she was bored of all the secrecy and the vows of not making your work interfere with her life when you made a mistake when we started dating.

You called her over in the morning a year ago on her day off, forgetting that she was coming soon after. You had a money laundering prick who scammed little old ladies come in and you had to “deal with it,” she walked right into the east wing where a newbie security detail moronically brought her to me.

She stood and watched you break a man's ribs, and jaw, then proceeded to cut a few fingers off to find in a bucket of others to have sewn back on. Only when there was a loud gagging sound and a flash of brown hair did you realize who was watching.

She ran to the closest bathroom and threw up, yelling at you to go away. After coaxing her to open the door, she pushed herself as far as she could away from you; she was scared. You had never let her into this part of your work, scared for this very reason. She had seen a side of you that you kept well hidden, reserved for people who fucked with you. It took her days to even look at me, let alone be in the same room as you. You had made it crystal clear that what you did was not for her to know, but for her to enjoy the wealth that came with it. She had a vague idea, and was warned severely of the consequences, should she be inclined to speak to people who could end it all. But as time went on, you knew she was not one to betray you; she had turned into one of the most loyal people in my world, someone you would gladly lay you life down for.

“I’ve got you a present,” you say, pulling her into our bedroom.

“What is it this time? You spoil me way too much.”

“It’s not another car, I promise. It’s little, fitting for tonight.”

You pull out a brand-new swimsuit, one that leaves anyone who would see her in a minute jealous that she was all yours.

“Oh bebita, it’s gorgeous.”

“Put it on, I’ve been dreaming of you in it since I bought it.”

She hops into the bathroom to change, as you pull on a swimsuit yourself. It’s plain black, and if the night goes to plan, will end up next to a lawn chair in about 30 minutes.

She walks out shyly, hands behind her back, standing in all her muscular glory.

“Fuck, it is so much better than I imagined. C’mere.”

She timidly walks over, wrapping her arms around your neck. She leans in and kisses you, lips soft and tasted like cherry. You kissed back, humming softly into her mouth. She pulled away, hands softly stroking the back of your neck.

“I love you,” she whispers, “and thank you. It’s so pretty.”

“Just like you, my girl.”

She blushes again, grabbing your hand and running down to the pool outside. She lets go of your hand and dives in, coming up and swimming to the edge. She rests her arms on the side, taking the glass of champagne from you with a soft “thank you, amor.”

You sit by the edge, feet dipped into the cold water. Sipping on the expensive alcohol, she suddenly pushes herself out of the pool and sits beside you. Remembering why you were here in the first place, she finishes her glass and you immediately fill it up again. The bubbly wine gives her liquid courage, and she feels brave enough to admit her troubles and not let her brain convince her that she’s overreacting.

“I think someone’s been following me.”

You stop drinking, head slowly turning to look at her.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s been this car I’ve been seeing for weeks. At first, I thought it was just a new staff member or something but I saw it in the parking lot when I was grocery shopping the other night and I thought it was a new fan or something but now I think it’s someone because of you.”

“How long? Do not lie to me.”

“2 months.”

“Fucking hell Ona.”

Your brain immediately goes into protective mode, coming up with all the ways to find the fucker and cut him into a million pieces. You run your hand down your face.

“I want a detailed description for George tomorrow. I’ll increase your security, and put George on your team. You will not go anywhere without him, I will make sure you get to training and whatever on time. I’ll have a word with Jonatan too, see if my men can hang around to protect you and the girls if necessary until I fucking kill the bastard.”

“That’s too much baby,” she begins to negotiate but you stop her, hand raised in front of her face.

“No, not when it comes to you, darling. You only get the best, if the girls get to enjoy that too on my dime, so be it.”

She sets her glass to the side and surges forward, pressing her lips desperately on yours. You kiss back, cupping her face gently. Ona pulls away and grins, before slipping back into the pool. You’re about to jump in when she grabs your hands and pulls you in. You squeal in surprise, coming up with a cheeky grin on your face.

“You’re in big trouble, baby girl.”

“What if I want to be?” Oh, bold Ona. Very bold, my love.

“Then you won’t be opposed to being punished, hm?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You pulled me into the water, and you didn’t tell me about your stalker for two months. You’re lucky he didn’t do anything.”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be wrong.”

“I’m not mad, my love. I’m so proud of you for being brave and coming to me. Let me worry about it now, yeah?”

“Okay.”

You pull her in for a kiss, hands roaming her body. You won’t lie, the swimsuit she had on was a massive turn-on and if we weren’t about to fuck in the pool, you was sure as hell going to devour her before bed.

“You look way too fucking good in that two-piece not to be ravishingly worshipped, my darling.”

She blushes, kissing you hard. Ona pulls your hands around to her ass, which you squeeze hard and draw a deep moan from her. Your hands pull at her cheeks, fingers rubbing gently at her asshole and folds. You maneuver her around to the edge again, picking her up easily to sit. She leans back, as your fingers pull her bottoms to the side and bury your face in her folds. She’s soaking wet, arousal thick and delicious.

She whimpers for you, strong hands tangled in your wet locks. Your tongue darts into her, throwing her legs over your shoulders before pulling her closer to the edge. You're practically holding her hips up, lips suckling at her clit hard. Ona moans loudly, back arching off the ground.

“Please!” she moans, fingers tightening in your hair as her legs squeeze at your head deliciously. You slip two fingers into her, pumping in and out of her slick pussy hard. They press up into her sweet spot, fingertips rubbing circles over it to get her to come faster. She huffed and puffed, face contorting into all kinds of pleasure. She makes eye contact and cries out your name, coming hard and fast. Ona pants, licking her dry lips.

“A la mierda esto, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will die.”

“Picked out a new strap for you to be split open on, mi amor.”

//

“puta madre!”

“Yeah, this one’s pretty fuckin’ big huh?”

“Feels s-so good!”

Your hips pound into Ona, swimsuits abandoned at the foot of the bed. She’s on her front, trying her best to push her ass back on you as you fuck her from behind. She tries to keep up, knees buckling every time the new strap finds a new erogenous spot she never knew she had. It was significantly bigger than she had ever taken, with three prior orgasms and a fingering of a lifetime, she was finally open enough to take the head. Coming once again was the key to taking the whole thing, Ona looked absolutely wrecked when speared on it.

“You’re so fucking hot baby, taking my cock so well princess,” you cooed, hands turning her onto her back as your fingers rubbed her clit that you just spat on. She was sensitive beyond words, her speech slurred, and was barely babbling, hyper-focused on her pending sixth orgasm for the night.

“Are you gonna cum, my sweet?” you whispered into her ear, leaning over her as your hips did not slow down one bit. Hands pressed her legs wide open, harness dragging over her clit with each powerful thrust.

“Yes, yes!” she croaked out, head nodding hard and fast as she cried tears of frustration and sexual arousal.

You spat on her hot clit again, fingers rubbing messily at her folds as you sped up even more. She screamed, orgasm ripping through her hard. She was convulsing and begging for you to not stop, the aftershocks making her beg again, this time for you to stop.

You chuckle and do, pulling out and pulling the harness off. She tucked in your chest immediately, cradled, and kissed softly.

“You took that so well, darling.”

“Can we take a bath together please?”

You pick her up, heading into the huge en suite. She sits pretty on the counter, feet dangling as you start a hot bath. You help her in, climbing in behind her as she settles back against your chest. Her eyes close, pulling your arms around her middle. Your lips press against her shoulders, sucking softly at her skin. She hums, biting her lip gently.

“Can we do one more?” you ask her, grinning against her ear, hand already caressing the inside of her thighs.

“Amor…” she whines, body jolting in surprise when your fingers gently rub at her sore folds.

“Just one more baby girl, then we’ll go to bed.”

Your fingers, long and thick, fill her pussy with unsurprising ease. They drag slow and taut, mulling her pleasure like an aged wine. She whines, legs opening wider in the water as your fingers slip in deeper. She grasps your forearm, grinding carefully into your hand.

“Already so close, mi vida? I can feel you clenching around me hm?”

“You feel just…so full…”

“Come for me baby, you’ve done exceptionally all night, love.”

She comes with a cry of your name, going boneless in your arms. You finger her through the aftershocks, her whines dying in her throat.

All dried and tucked in bed, Ona suddenly presses herself up on top of you. She looks down with fear in her eyes.

“When you find him,” she takes a deep breath, “You’re not going to kill him are you?”

Your hands brush up on her thighs, thumbs softly rubbing her hips.

“It depends on what choice he gives me, darling. What I do with him is none of your concern.” Your tone is final, and she doesn’t argue, instead scooting down and resting her head on your chest.

"Buenas noches, mi amor".

“Good night, my beautiful girl.”

//

“I’ll see you at the game. You won’t be late, right?”

“No, my love. George will take you; I have some business to attend to first. I’ve also spoken to security at the stadium, my men are there as an extra precaution looking for the description you gave us. It’ll be a little stuffy for the girls, I apologize.”

“Can you come and explain the situation to the girls with me?” Ona asks with wide eyes, wrapping her arms around your neck. Your hands hold her hips, gently pulling her into yours.

“Of course, bebita. Anything you want.”

She walks out of the house with three more security guards than she’s used to, shoved into a huge van with tinted windows that she couldn’t even see out of and instructions to not engage with fans for today.

“But, they’re here to see us! I can’t just ignore them!” Ona argues, determined to put her foot down.

“I’m sorry ma’am, we have to be safe,” George informs her, looking back from the front seat.

“No, I will not do it. The fans have nothing to do with it, you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m calling Y/N,” she says firmly, dialing your number.

“Amor?”

“Missing me so soon, princesa?”

“Why am I not allowed to meet with the fans today?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Can you tell George that please?” 

She hands the phone over, deciphering the conversation you two were having, grinning when she heard she had her way.

He hands her phone back with a slightly annoyed look.

“No one gets a shirt signed until I’ve determined they don’t look funny.”

//

“Chicas! Why the hell are there so many men in suits outside?” Patri yells out as she enters the changing room. Most of the girls nodded and began to talk amongst themselves. Suddenly, the door is opened and you walk in, the door locking behind you.

“Hola girls, hi baby,” you announce, Ona running up to you for a hug and a kiss. You spin her around and put her down before you shrug your coat off.

You greet everyone else with hugs and kisses before Alexia pipes up and enquires about why you’re here.

“Board members don’t usually visit their teams before an easy game,” she questioned, hands on her hips dramatically.

You’ve owned a sizable chunk of Barcelona for years, something your father passed down to you along with his “business” when he died 7 years ago. It was how you met Ona, having been a close friend of Alexia’s when she introduced you two at a Spain international friendly when you had visited to see Alexia play. It was love at first sight, at least for you. No one could ever compare to her.

“Sorry girls, this one’s my doing. We have a situation, I’m handling it. It’ll be this way for a while until it’s resolved.”

“Is this about that guy that’s been hovering around the facility for weeks now?” Caro asks, and the whole team begins to nod.

“Is there something I’m missing here?”

You look at Ona, then at Alexia. Alexia opens her mouth to speak when Ona lifts her hand.

“All of us have been stalked bebé. It’s the same guy,” she says, some of the girls discussing his description, and it was becoming clear that it was the same guy that Ona was talking about.

Your eyes change and you run a hand down your face. Just as you’re about to call George, he does.

“Ma’am, I have the information you asked for.”

“I do too although I have a feeling you’re going to tell me something I already know, you go first.”

The girls listen in, the room is silent except for your voice and George’s muffled one.

“He’s more than just Ona’s stalker, he’s been following all the girls.”

“Well, it looks like we’re both on the same page.”

“How did you know to check?”

“A hunch. You better have more than that for me.”

//

El Clasico goes as smoothly as it could, with Barça getting an easy win over Real. You’re in the stands, phone pressed to your ear. Ona and Aitana walk over to sign autographs and such, you wave and go back to talking to George on the phone. Ona gets close enough to hear you, sighing when you move away and walk into the tunnel without her.

Aitana notices, asking her friend if everything is alright. Ona shrugs, signing another fan t-shirt.

“Something’s wrong, I can feel it.”

//

You’ve made your way into the changing room as the girls slowly filter in. You look at little angry but smile at Ona when she walks in with Aitana.

George continues on the phone.

“He’s got a few favorites. Besides Ona, he’s been frequenting Alexia, Aitana, Lucy, and, this one was a surprise, Ingrid.”

You pull your phone from your ear, looking at the girls whose names were listed.

“Ona, Ingrid, Alexia, Aitana and Lucy. With me.”

Mapi gives Ingrid a look but lets her go, the five girls following you out to an empty physio room. They’re silent, looking at each other with great concern.

You keep talking to George.

“What’s the plan, boss?”

“He isn’t here, is he?”

“No ma’am, we’ve searched every nook and cranny.”

“The house is the safest for them right now.”

“I agree.”

“I’ll call you back in a minute.”

Click.

“Do not panic,” you start, walking into the room towards the girls. “As George said earlier, he’s been stalking everyone. But he’s followed you five more.”

"¡Oh, Dios mío!"

“What the fuck?”

“What does that mean?”

“You four will stay with Ona and me until we find the bastard.”

//

“The maids have your rooms ready. You’ve each got your own, the kitchen is through there, the gym is beside the theater, we’re having dinner by the pool on your left and I wouldn’t go near the east wing if I were you.”

“Sí, gracias,” Alexia says, grabbing her bags and taking the closest room to her. The others follow while Ona sticks around.

“I’m worried for them, bebé.”

“I am too, they’ve just been put into a world that they did not sign up for and it’s all my fault.”

“It comes with the job, amor. These stalkers aren’t something new.”

“I know but, for him to be this close to home makes it a reality I am scared to face.”

She wraps her arms around your neck, caressing the soft hair on your nape. Ona leans in and kisses you chastely, thumbs rubbing your ears softly.

“I know you will do everything possible to keep us safe, bebita. We trust you.”

“Sí, we all do,” Aitana says softly and you both turn to look at her, surprised to see all of them standing there; you hadn’t heard them come in.

“We may not know what you do Y/N, but we know enough that nowhere else is safe but here.”

//

“We’ve got extra guys on the ground, I called in a favor from an old friend of mine and we’ve gotten access to all the camera footage in the stadium that Barcelona has refused to give me. If he’s here, we’ll find him.” You tell the team at training one day, fear of him getting bolder and bolder had spread to the whole team now. Everyone was on edge, scared to go home even; you had arranged for an Airbnb for the rest of the team with the highest security you could buy, even then it didn’t feel like it would be safe till the asshole was found.

A couple of weeks had gone by and every time we got close to catching him, he managed to slip away. It was getting increasingly frustrating, the girls were getting more and more anxious about him potentially getting away with it.

There was a cryptic note on our car last week after training, with pictures of Ona and Ingrid at the park with Zeus, my dog. The letter inside said, “I know your every move before you make it, give up your search and give her to me and maybe I’ll leave the rest alone.”

The picture showed Ona circled in red. There were also five bullets in the envelope; five bullets that belonged to your gun. You knew it did because a. they were a specific size handmade for you and b. your initials were stamped on each case, hidden within the shell upon further inspection.

“George, what the fuck, are you out of your mind?! We’re not using my girlfriend as bait!” You yell, slamming your hand into the table. George sighs, shaking his head.

“Boss, please-”

“We are NOT using her as bait, George!”

“Who?”

Both your heads whip towards the sound of the voice; Ona stands in the door frame of your office in the east wing. She’s not supposed to be here.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” George starts but you raise and hand and point at the door then at him.

“Out,” you tell him before looking at Ona, “Hello, love.”

She sighs and steps aside for George to leave; he closes the door behind him.

“George is right, you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I wanted to see you,” she reached out for your hand but she looked a little hesitant, “ever since you’ve been looking for this guy, you’ve been obsessed and so stressed. It’s wearing you out, bebita.”

“I have to find him, Ona. I have to protect you, protect the girls.”

“But you’ve been neglecting me.”

Her tone was sad and dejected, one that pained you to your core. You had been ignoring her, ignoring her needs. She was here and yet you were always in your office or out somewhere working. This guy had taken over your life for a while and you didn’t see the damage he was doing within.

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AFAB!Sunday x AMAB!Reader || 18+ MDNI

Warning/s: SMUT, fingering, face riding, cunnilingus

Notes: so uhhh remember my other post abt sunday yeahh the thoughts took over im not even done writing my fremi fic yet the silly is distracting me😭

Golden eyes watched as the liquid swirled gently inside the glass, his gloved hand absentmindedly twirling the champagne glass. He watched from a distance as the many members of the Family and other esteemed guests mingled in the ballroom.

Sunday, being the head of the Oak Family, understandably had to tend to and strike up friendly conversation with the guests to keep the pristine image of being the welcoming child of Harmony that he is. However, everyone had their limits, of course he had limits too.

The Halovian had excused himself from the guests, waving off Robin’s concern when the girl asked if he was alright, and opted to watch from the sidelines, still present in case any sort of problem arose. Not that it would, though, as he made sure everything would be under his control tonight, that the event would run smoothly.

Or that's what he thought at least.

“If it isn't Mr Sunday.” Your voice, too familiar for his ears to miss, sounded.

He turned to face you, that ever so charming smile on your face present. Sunday hated the fact that his eyes immediately traveled to your suit, how it was tailored to fit your body just right, to show off your shoulders and waist. Your sly eyes glinted with something he couldn't quite put a finger on.

But what he was sure about, however, was that he hated you. 

Because he couldn't keep you under control.

The man’s lips curled up in a smile, too fake and forced for your eyes not to notice, “Greetings. I wasn't expecting you tonight.”

“Robin was the one to invite me.”

Sunday fought the urge to outright frown. Of course it was Robin. His sister was fond of you, treating you like her bestest friend. And it wasn't just Robin, unfortunately. A number of people in Penacony were enchanted by you.

And he was too.

Sunday nodded, offering you his hand for a handshake, “I see. It's been quite a while since we’ve crossed paths. It delights me to know you’ve been alright.”

Wrong.

It wasn't that long since you’ve seen each other. In fact, the last time you saw each other was last night.

Sunday’s eyebrows furrowed, cheeks dusted with a light dust of red as his hand clutched onto your shoulder. You laid sideways beside him, cradling his body with one arm while the other was busily pumping your fingers inside of his dripping cunt.

“You sound so angelic, Sunday. Why don't you moan more for me?” You mused.

The Halovian glared at you, as if wanting to defy you as he kept his lips shut. His display of resistance only amused you even more. You were completely clothed, the opposite to the shorter man who was bare with his legs spread apart.

It was a completely different feeling from what he usually felt. With the high position he had, he obviously held dominance. But he was nothing but a moaning mess in your arms, hips grinding down against your hand, silently wanting more but too embarrassed to ask. He felt so vulnerable.

The noises that came from your fingers exploring his insides were too lewd, so wet and sinful. His legs quivered, eyes widening and wings flapping slightly when your fingers curled and hit that spongy spot inside him that sent intense pleasure over his body.

From the way his body jolted, you could tell you hit the right spot. His face twisted into that of euphoria, whines slipping past his lips. He looked so good and cute that you couldn't help yourself.

Your lips captured his swollen ones, tongue invading and exploring every inch of his mouth.

You took his gloved hand in yours, but instead of shaking it as he expected you would, you flipped it and placed a kiss on the back of his hand. This caused the man to pull his hand back, face heating up as he lightly pulled on his collar as if it would help lessen the rising heat. 

“We’re in public.” He scolded, turning away from you to face forward again, hoping no one would see.

“No one’s looking.” You retorted, stepping closer to the man, and leaning down to whisper in his ear, “You look so adorable when you worry, it makes me want to devour you.”

He whipped his head towards you, eyes wide in disbelief and cheeks red. How could you say that in public? When others could possibly hear you? 

Sunday’s hand covered his mouth, his other hand gripping the headboard of his bed, fingers turning white with how hard he gripped it. His wings had adorable folded over to cover the lower part of his face as if that would help him lessen his moans.

But when a loud slap echoed throughout the room, he jerked forward, a whine leaving his mouth. His wide eyes filled with lust and arousal looked down to where you were between his legs.

You pulled away from his pussy, licking your lips to sever the thin line of saliva connecting your lips to him, “What did I tell you?”

He turned away, ashamed, “T-to moan for you.”

“So do it. Or I’ll stop.” You demanded.

From the look in your eyes, he could tell it wasn't an empty threat. You were always a man of your word, after all.

His answer was too quick for his own liking, “D-don’t…”

You raised an eyebrow, a lopsided smile on your face, waiting.

His wings flapped, the blush on his cheeks darkening, “Please… please don't.”

“Good boy.”

He felt relief wash over his being when you took a hold of his hips, bringing him down to connect your lips with his cunt again, slurping up his arousal and guiding his hips to grind against your face. His lips parted in a loud moan when your tongue entered his hole, his legs pressing against either side of your head, just the way you liked it.

“So, what do you say, Mr Sunday?” You offered him your hand, “Care for a good time?”

His amber eyes lingered on your outstretched hand for a moment, the memories of last night playing in his mind of how much pleasure took over him that it was almost like he wasn't himself, that he wasn't the esteemed head of the Oak Family. He was your good boy.

Wordlessly, the man slid his hand into yours and it wasn't long before you'd whisked him away to a secluded part of the building.

Ending note: the things I would do to this man🏃

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #09 seeing red.

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.7k

masterlist ▸ 008 not the bath mat.  ▸ 010 coming soon

“You okay?”

Seokmin’s voice rang through y/n’s ears as she drove her car away from of Vernon’s white apartment building. 

“Yeah, I think so. I’m just nervous for some reason like I can’t put into words why, but my gut is telling me something is weird.” 

“Gut instincts are rarely ever wrong, but I’ll be by your side until you tell me you don’t need me to be. Okay?” 

Pulling up into the parking lot of the glass framed building just on the edge of the city overlooking the water, y/n felt her nervous sweating start to begin, almost begging for air conditioning to surround her like a chilled hug. 

“Want to hold my hand?” 

“Yes please, they’re clammy I’m sorry.” 

Gripping onto Vernon’s firm hand the three boys almost looking like her bodyguards bypassed the frenzy of people outside waiting to get their own peak at Minghaos installation themselves and walked through the door. 

The room was filled with small tables, made by hand as a final touch to Minghaos work, adorned with dainty black table clothes and bottles of champagne placed in ice buckets. 

The room was softly lit with yellow and white lighting making everyone have a glow that bounced off of them almost as if they weren’t real. 

“Would you guys like a drink? We have champagne and two signature cocktails, one is a gin based drink called ‘delicate’ and the other is a whiskey ginger based drink called ‘storm cloud.” 

The beautiful waitress signaled at y/n’s small group and pointed out the drinks on the table. 

“I think two storm clouds and one delicate one for sure. Y/n? What would you like?” 

You spun to look into Junhui’s big eyes, skating your head saying anything is alright with you so he made the conclusion to just order you the same as Seokmin to be safe. 

“Thank you.” 

Y/N placed a tip in the small bartenders jar and bid her a smile knowing she’ll be back for more later in the night 

“Should we look around now and try to find Minghao? Or wait a bit?” 

“Seok lets just wait here, it doesn’t seem like anyone is looking around yet, I'm trying to spy for Minnie and Mingyu.” 

“And Mimi.” 

“Yeah. Her too.” 

“Guys, Vernon and I are going to go find Vernon’s friend Seungkwan. We'll be back in a second.” 

“No problem.” 

Y/n and Seokmin waved the cute couple off into the crowd. 

“So y/n.” 

“Seoky.” 

“How are we feeling now? What was going on in the car?” 

“I don’t know. I told you I’m alright.” 

“Yeah but you don’t have to lie to me about that.”

“I promise you I would never lie to you, we basically took an unintentional blood oath as kids it stays” 

“Okay. I love you, you know that right? But I rarely see you nervous like this so I can’t help but feel concerned.”

“Shut up. Yes I do and I love you too. I promise im alright.”

Averting her gaze back to the front door she watched as Minnie and Mingyu walked hand and hand, strutting past a very devious looking Mimi standing to the right, chit chatting with someone who was unrecognizable to y/n. 

“They look good together.” 

“Yeah, they do.” 

“Do you think this fake dating is going to lead to them.. you know.” 

“Well. If I can be honest with you y/n which I'm sure I can, I think it already has.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you alright with that?” 

“I am actually. Any other time it would’ve killed me I think, but now.. I don’t know? I’m content. They make sense.” 

“You shine too bright to have someone who shades you.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

“I don’t know actually, I think im drunk already.” 

Y/n placed a small kiss on Seokmin’s temple laughing at his flushed cheeks before a familiar yet irritating voice cut through their ears. 

“Y/n, Seokmin. Hi! You both look absolutely gorgeous. Mind if I sit?” 

“Hi, Mimi. Sure.” 

“How are you guys? This is so beautiful and we haven’t even seen his art yet, how crazy. He’s so talented.” 

“Yeah it’s nice. You look great, I love your bag.” 

“Thank you. You look nice. I see you didn’t go with the outfit you picked out the other day.” 

“Hao told us to come in black so it just didn’t feel right.”

“Mimi, can I ask you how you know Minghao again?” 

“Oh wow, well it’s a long story. We met a few years ago, I haven’t seen him in a while actually.” 

“Ah, I see. Did you go to school together or?” 

“Wow Seokmin, someone’s nosey.” 

“Oh, sorry no, not nosy just curious is all. I didn’t know you knew him.” 

“It’s okay. Our parents actually work together.” 

“Nice.” 

“Do you know if he arrived yet? I’m sure he’d love to see you in this gorgeous outfit. Leaving everything to the imagination, he likes conservative girls.” 

“No we haven’t seen him, we're just waiting for Junhui actually.” 

“Aw, cutie. His boyfriend seems so nice, I stalked them online today. Dumb and dumber vibes, you know? I’m more curious though did you see Minnie and Mingyu? How trashy getting with your friends hook up? Maybe she truly has it out for you. You’re too pretty to never be the one to end up with the guy. But actually you should just date Seokmin, everyone knows how much you guys love each other, it could work out well.”

“Oh I-

“Well, I have to get going and find my way to the girls room. I’ll see you later. Toodles.” 

“Toodles” 

Seokmin’s voice gained a depth that you haven't heard since someone pushed him in the fountain at your high school during senior prank week. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

“Fucking weird is what that was.” 

Seokmin’s tone turned quickly into a quiet mocking of Mimi’s.

“Dumb and Dumber vibes.”

The two of them laughed as they shrugged off the interesting encounter with a former foe.

A bartender came over to the pair and handed them both a flute of champagne, as the rest of the patrons erupted into a roar when Minghao made his way into the building, Wonwoo walking beside him, smiling at his friend who was receiving praise from his acquaintances, hugging and high fiving him for his success, some chanting for him to make a speech.

Minghao walked straight past Mimi who was stealthily placed behind a tall gentleman the star of the night was not paying any attention to her whatsoever, almost like she was invisible. He strode over to the small table where y/n and Seokmin were awkwardly standing clutching the glass flutes, wrapping his arms around the both of them at the same time. 

“You guys look.. amazing, thank you for coming.” 

Minghao took a deep breath and looked up and down at the girl he had his arm around. 

“Seriously. Thank you.” 

“Our pleasure.” 

“I’ll be back after I say some thank yous, maybe we can all walk through together okay?” 

“Cool.” 

The intimate crowd surrounded Minghao and Wonwoo handed him the matching glass of sparkling wine and he held it up as a small cheers. 

Y/n peaked through the crowd and spotted Minnie and Mingyu to her right, still looking as loving as ever, Vernon and Jun to her left with an unrecognizable boy, who threw a small wave in her direction that she could only pass off as Seungkwan the only one she couldn’t place was Mimi.

“Hey guys. I just wanted to say thank you for coming tonight to the opening of my show. It’s been about a two year process to finally get through to this night. Many of you have been around much longer than that, so thank you for supporting me even when I was up late at night calling you upset about how it wasn’t going to work out. Vernon, Wonwoo, Seungkwan, and Mingyu, you guys truly were the only reason I didn’t jump ship many times from achieving this goal. It’s nice to see old faces like yours mixed into a group of new friends. So thank you, everyone, really. We’re going to take a peek through the gallery now, feel free to bring your drinks and grab some more along the way. And yeah, just enjoy yourselves. Thank you.” 

The clapping dwindled down as the group followed Minghao through the journey he went through over the past two years starting from just a week ago up until the beginning. 

Y/N stopped Seokmin to look at a very small white canvas decorated with various pastel water color paints mixed with an oil that looked almost the color of fresh blood. 

“Do you know when I did that?” 

“This?” 

Minghaos voice spoke up behind them quietly, not wanting the room to echo as the group was admiring the work during their part one journey. Seokmin smiled down at his female friend and decided to take the opportunity to wander off on his own like any good wingman would do. 

“Yeah.” 

“Uh, no. Is this a trick question?” 

“No it’s not, but it was that night I found you on your floor, looking at those pictures of you and your friends.” 

“I- You got inspired by that? How?” 

“Not sure I have time to explain it right now, but look at the title.” 

‘About you’ was written on the plaque to the right side of the artwork. 

“Wow. Thank you.” 

“No thank you, I couldn’t have finished any of this without you actually.” 

The art curator swooped Minghao away from your side moving the group into the second room, where the energy was colder, the lighting was turned down slightly, causing the fading colors the feel cold and dark and full of sadness especially coming from the front of the house that was bright and full of life. 

y/n was on her own now, sitting near the back of the group losing her sight of all her comfort blankets that were her friends. 

She spotted the red lip of Mimi directly across the room, also slipping to the back, trying to blend into the crowd as she looked around. 

After spending a good ten minutes looking around the group was led through a vinyl curtain into a room full of dark red lights, the canvases on the wall now sunk to the floor of the room and scattered themselves alongside ripped and tattered papers on the concrete floors.

Something in y/n’s stomach had told her she should leave now, the growing anxiety of the light and coldness of the room, with near to no talking as the faint look of paint splatter sunk into her eyes on the walls almost like old blood. 

She tried to turn around and make her exit through the same vinyl door when a hand came up to her wrist. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Oh, Mimi hi, shit you scared me. I actually don’t feel well. I was going to dip out for a second.” 

“Aw, come on y/n you can’t leave Minghao now. Not before the big finale.” 

“Right..” 

“Be right back, I’ll find Seokmin for you.” 

“Thank you.” 

All of the sudden as Mimi walked away a projector screen hit the wall, various old videos shot on a cam recorder. 

Y/n had recognized the faint pink colored walls, her own childhood room.

“Let’s go fucking crazy.”

The words came from lips that were set behind the camera only y/n knowing it was the sound of Mimi’s voice as she was being filmed sitting on the bed of her old room, a bottle of cheap vodka in her hands. 

“Okay, y/n I want you to see how pretty you are. We can send this to Joshua as a birthday gift. Should I turn the lights off more?” 

She watched herself as she nodded awkwardly giggling on top of the zebra sheets, her hands pushing the red bottle of liquor to her lips, dribbling the liquid down her chin, the sight of tears welling up in her round eyes.

“Y/nnie don’t be sad, nobody will ever find out we accidentally hurt anyone, okay? My dad said she’ll be okay, just a broken leg. Just let loose.” 

The lights flickered off the screen straight into her soul pushing down the memories of Mimi stealing her dads car while intoxicated to go and buy more alcohol before this very moment played out. 

Suddenly she saw red. All of this had been a set up to embarrass her. Another nail in her coffin. 

Her eyes filled with tears as she watched Mimi turn the people in the room to sit and stare at her face.  Watching the scene play on as Mimi told a very naive twenty year old girl to strip herself of her own clothes to impress the boy she liked and forget about the worst day of her life. 

The people in the room sized her up and down, some turning back to the screen, others reading a small handout that was stuffed into a map of the museum while giggling at the journal entries she wrote about her once crush and the man she had fallen for now before she even made the connection of who he was to her all of those years ago.

Y/n’s legs felt like jello, yet something in her built up the strength to bolt through the vinyl curtain, her heels echoing through the white walls like bullets hitting a glass window. 

She heard a voice cutting through the sound of her heels behind her calling out, but she decided she couldn’t stop to turn around and face anyone. It was a secret that couldn’t be shared, something that Mimi used as a final dagger to cut everyone out of her life the same way she cut the girl out of her own. 

As she reached the fresh air of the front doors, the same cute bartender was sitting out on the curb smoking a cigarette looking concerned for y/n’s well being. 

“Are you alright?” 

“No.” 

“Want a cigarette?” 

“A ride maybe? If it’s not too much to ask. I dropped my phone somewhere, I have cash I can pay you. I just need to get out of here now.” 

“I don’t need your money, it’s okay. Let me help you get a cab okay?” 

“Thank you, really. What’s your name?” 

“Rena. Yours?” 

“Y/n” 

Rena walked quickly with y/n to the outside cab pickup on the corner of the art museum, quickly hailing you a cab and shutting you tightly inside, leaving you with the last four cigarettes stuffed inside her metal case. As you drove off with a wink from her, meaning she had a feeling she’d see you again. 

“55 Miles Avenue, please” 

The driver sped through the night lights avoiding cars like it was a game. Pulling up outside the familiar front of Joshua’s building. 

Basically throwing money at him and whispering a quick thank you, y/n ran her way up to his elevator, finally reaching his floor, and knocking heavily on the door. 

In the few seconds he took to come unlock his apartment to her, she realized how desperate and deschevled she must look. 

“Y/n? It’s still early, are you okay?” 

“No.” 

“Come in, come in.” 

Her tears suddenly grew stronger, sinking down to his wooden floor, feeling his hands grab her shoulders and sink down with her. 

“What happened?” 

Words couldn’t form in her mouth correctly, she managed to spill a couple of sentences that made a way to fill him in. 

“Fuck. Y/n come on, let’s get you a shower and some fresh clothes.” 

Joshua’s arms picked the girl off the floor and led her into his black marble bathroom, which suddenly felt like an oasis to her. 

The water ran hot, scorching her body of the sins and embarrassment she had just gone through, spending more time scrubbing away at her skin and hair, feeling like it would help if she rubbed her skin nearly raw. 

Stepping out of the shower she grabbed the gray hoodie and soft sweatpants Joshua had laid out for her, taking her time to step into her clothes and walk out into her reality. 

“I ordered you some food. Come on.” 

As she finished eating in her daze, the boy to her left carefully rolled the thin paper over the green flower and lit the end, handing her a relief from her stress. 

“Thank you.” 

“Want to talk about it?” 

“Not right now.” 

“Okay. But im sorry I made you befriend her again, I should’ve known better y/n. I really thought she had changed.”

“Stop. Please, I really don’t want to talk about her right now.”

“Okay, just one last thing. Why do you think she did it?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

“But do you think Minghao had something to do with it I mean she basically ruined his whole night just for her own revenge. Seems weird that he-“

“Josh.”

“Okay. okay.”

Joshua and y/n sat in the haze of their shared joint, not talking until she finally had enough of a high to fall asleep next to him on the couch and chose to deal with her problems the next day. 

bonus:

note/s: part one of y/n’s wild ride fr. i feel like yall all know we can trust seok/bernon/wonu/junhui for sure 😌✊🏻 but for everyone else the jury (me) is still out lmao. IK MY ASS USED THE WRONG YOUR ok thank u lets just chalk it up to seokmin being drunk and silly lmao <3 i kept telling myself this is too rushed but i also didn’t want to overwhelm and put more of the drama here so lol. def prob typos etc etc bc i was editing at night which i def shouldn’t do anymore lmao. ok ttyl ily.

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[1waveshortofashipwreck]

hey emily!! it’s me again lol. sorry for adding to your list of things to write!!

i was trying to think of some kind of one shot i’d like, and i remember that my friend and i were talking a bit ago and she said i kind of looked like Speirs, which at first i didn’t agree.. but now i can sorta see it?? we have mostly the same coloring except for the eyes. plus our noses are similar and our eyebrows. ANYWAY, it just gave me the idea of a one shot where i’m Speirs’ little sister and maybe i’m a nurse in easy company, but he’s a very ‘protective older brother’ type so none of the guys even want to cross that line. UNTIL winters (my bae 😔) and i develop feelings for each other and start to date and be all bf/gf in secret until Speirs finds out. And so then there might be some conflict there or maybe he’s fine cause it’s Dick, who knows?

But yes that’s just an idea that i’ve been thinking about for a bit, i don’t have a brother and have always wanted one, i think Speirs would be the perfect scary older brother lolol. anyways im super excited to see what you do with this!! thanks! <3

(p.s i emotionally cant handle bad endings so if there’s any way you could have it end well i would SUPER appreciate it!)

LARA NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR REQUESTING YOU'RE AN AMAZING HUMAN AND I LOVE YOU

also I didn't proofread this so apologies for any typos 🫠

Thank you so much for the request Lara! Hope you enjoy 🥰

Ron and the Unknown Soldier

Dick Winters x Speirs!Medic!Reader

1,190 words

The officers were having the time of their lives in the Eagle’s Nest, resting out in the sun with the best champagne available. Ron had other things on his mind, though. Someone was dating Easy Company’s medic, (y/n). Something like this would, typically, never cross his mind twice. However, this certain medic was Ron’s baby sister. He heard from Lieutenant Lipton that the medic was absolutely smitten with a boy in 2nd Battalion, and Ron could not help but be infuriated. He knows the boys, especially in Easy Company. They’re good soldiers, stellar soldiers, but Ron has seen how quickly they love and leave women - thinking about (y/n) falling for some lousy corporal who will leave as soon as the next girl comes his way lit an angry fire in Ron’s soul.

Ron remembered when Lipton first told him about the rumor - it was about a month ago, in Hagenau. That night, Ron showed up unannounced to (y/n)’s billet and knocked on the door. He noticed the sounds of hurried shuffling and hushed voices behind the door, his concern only growing. (y/n) finally opened the door, but just enough to stick her head out.

“Ron? What’re you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

“Um…okay, let me put something on.”

She quickly shut the door and more shuffling and hushed voices ensued. Ron could barely make out “-leave now”, “I’ll see you tomorrow”, and “love you more.” Before Ron could run to the other side of the house to catch the boy in question, (y/n) opened the door back up, bathrobe wrapped around her.

“Come on in Ron, what's wrong?” She asked her older brother, closing the door and sitting beside him on the bed.

Ron folded his arms and looked at the floor - the situation had been buzzing in his head all day, but now that he was here to confront (y/n), he was quite unsure how to broach the topic. He took a breath before replying.

“I know you’re an adult and can make your own decisions, but I promised Mom and Dad I’d look out for you while we’re in Europe.” (y/n) nodded along, furrowing her brow in concern. “I heard a rumor that you’re… going with another soldier in the battalion, is that true?” (y/n)’s eyes grew wide before responding.

“I…umm… who told you that?”

“Lieutenant Lipton.”

(y/n) mumbled a swear under her breath - who the fuck told Lipton??

“Is it true (y/n)?”

The medic put her head in her hands - she didn’t want to lie to her brother, but she also wanted her boyfriend’s life to be spared.

“As you said, Ron, I’m a grown-up and I can make my own decisions.”

That was all the confirmation Ron needed. He took a sharp inhale and began pacing the small room.

“Who is he!?”

“I’m not telling you, Ron!”

“WHO. IS. HE.” Ron glared at (y/n) more intensely than ever, his hands on his hips and chest heaving in rage.

“Ron he’s a good man! He’s kind, caring, attentive, supportive-”

“He acts like that now, but just like any other enlisted boy he’s going to leave you high and dry, and when that happens I’m going to ki-”

“Ron, it’s not like that, I promise,” (y/n) looked up at her brother sincerely. She wasn’t lying, he wasn’t like the other enlistees - he was an officer. “Look, I know you’re just trying to protect me, but I really like him and will keep seeing him. If he does anything, though, you know you’re the first person I’m coming to.” The girl got up and stood before her brother with a warm smile and arms outstretched. The captain took a deep breath before nodding in understanding and accepting his sister’s hug. Ron held her tight in his arms and kissed the top of her head, silently plotting how to take care of this mysterious soldier.

Ron was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Dick’s voice calling to him. The officer sat up in his seat on Nixon’s chair, noticing Lipton and (y/n) trailing behind Major Winters.

“Hey Adolf! Love your Eagle’s Nest!” Harry Welsh greeted Winters and his companions. Dick smiled at Harry and turned to a paper in his hand, reading out that the German army had surrendered - the war in Europe was over. While the officers were processing the information, Dick pointed a finger at Speirs.

“Ron, I need to talk to you,” he informed the captain, beginning to walk back inside. Ron tried to shake the inebriation from his brain before following the commanding officer, praying it wasn’t something too important. The officers made their way to a living room-style area, containing two couches across from each other, a coffee table in between. Speirs took a seat on one couch, and Dick sat across from him. Speirs, in his state, had not noticed that (y/n) had followed the pair to the room - the girl sat next to the redhead and smiled at her brother.

“(y/n)? What’re you doing here?”

“Ron, do you remember back in Hagenau when you heard that (y/n) was going with a soldier?”

“Yeah, did you find out who?” Ron leaned forward intensely, praying for a chance to beat up the soldier who dared to try and date his sister.

Dick let out a quiet chuckle and looked at the ground.

“Oh, I know who it is…”

“Then spit it out!” Ron started to get frustrated at the pair - he needed them to just tell him who-

Suddenly, (y/n) looked softly at Ron and took Dick’s hand in hers. It took a moment for Ron to study the gesture, a lightbulb flashing in his head after a moment.

“Are you telling me… back when I talked to you at your billet…”

(y/n) giggled before answering, “Yes, Dick was scrambling to climb out the back window before you saw him.” The major shook his head in amusement, his cheeks starting to match his ginger hair.

Ron just sighed and put his head in his hands. He had been a little stricter than he needed to be with Easy Company since discovering the relationship, but now he realized that he was intimidating the poor boys without a purpose.

“...why didn’t you tell me?” Speirs asked genuinely, looking up at the pair.

“We wanted to wait until the war was over, since life was so unpredictable,” (y/n) explained.

“Besides, even I was nervous to tell you that I was dating your sister,” Winters added with a laugh. The siblings returned the laughter, (y/n) placing a quick kiss on Dick’s cheek.

“Well, since the man you’re seeing happens to be one of the finest soldiers I’ve ever met, I think I can let him live,” Ron said with a smirk. The trio laughed together once more before standing to leave, both Dick and (y/n) exchanging hugs with Ron. As the three walked back to the company, Winters holding (y/n)’s hand, they knew that they had a lot of explaining to do.

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CATHOLIC MC WHO GETS SENT INTO HELL?! NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!! (part two)

introduction, part one, part two (you are here), part three

Warnings: None? Mentions of religion (obviously) and GN but AFAB MC,Mammon being an idiot, and me not being able to type irish accents out phonetically.

The sound of the council room door beckons the brothers to look toward it, Diavolo’s gaze stays upon the litte human in front of him. How interesting! This was a rare insight into human world culture, he couldn’t look away!

Barbatos stands at the doorway, explaining that Simeon was helping Solomon with a spell and he would be in the student council room the moment it was safe to walk away from the cauldron.

Diavolo nods, looking back to MC, who is currently praying. (surprise surprise) Well Simeon would be here soon!

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Simeon arrives by the door with Solomon and Luke in tow, his calmed smile slightly strained as he asks what exactly the problem is.

"What the problem is?! This!" Mammon says, or rather, shouts. "This right 'ere is the problem!" He points towards MC and Simeon's gorgeous blue eyes widen, just a little.

Hearing a gasp from Luke, he immediately turns around, concern for the young angel quickly vanishes when he sees the stars in the young boy's eyes.

Simeon nods, so the young angel felt it too. The aura was pure..someone had been praying.

That someone must be the young human on their knees. Simeon chuckled, it was an adorable sight.

“MC was it?” he asks gently, making sure to shove on his halo before the human looked up, immediately, they ceased, their tense posture relaxing.

“Y-yeah.” MC nods, Simeon can see the relief on their face. What an adorable human, Diavolo seems to agree as he coos softly and tries to cover it up.

Simeon was doing just fine in calming the little thing down, before, like usual, the brothers had to be chaotic.

“So MC, are ya normal now”

Simeon swears to Michael he is going to glare somewhat meanly at Mammon.

Thats all it takes to send MC back into panic, except this time they’re more of a logical approach and…

…bless their bottle of riverrock water.

…Making it holy water.

…And then chucking it at Mammon….

…and missing…

(moreso Mammom dived to the ground Rocky Style so it hit Asmo)

..the champagne haired demon screeches like all nine cricles of hell just went up in flames AGAIN.

Its a bit of an overreaction seeing as Asmodeus is one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom so Holy Water is more like a dull bee sting.

Lucifer sighs. Simeon tenses. Solomon is fucking cackling.

All the while MC stares at their hands, “…I can make Holy Water….Im not a priest…” they look down at their very much female school uniform “or a biological male…”

The confusion, thankfully, is what allows Solomon to swoop in like the housefly he is and take the bottle of Holy Water from the clearly dazed human.

This is an opening that Diavolo exploits. “So MC, we truly mean you no harm…! I’m Lord Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom and Acting Ruler! You’re here as an exchange student for a year as we chose you!” He says cheerfully, careful eyes watching MCs reaction.

“What.The.Fuck.” MC says, more to theirself than anyone else.

“We sent you an email.” Barbatos adds in gracefully.

“Oh. Must be in my spam folder. Also who checks their email.” MC looks around the room calmly. “So who are these emos?”

The black haired man from before steps forward a devilish smirk on his devilishly handsome face, “I’m Lucifer, the eldest brother and the Avatar of Pride.”

“Gay.” MC then turns to the Irish One who’s suprisingly not paler than milk (the Irish don’t exist)

“I’m the Great Mammon! Avatar of Greed…don't be messin’ wi’ me human.”

MC nods shakily, making a clear note to ask later if he has an Autism diagnosis.

Speaking of an Autism diagnosis, the third born introduces himself quietly before hiding into his game again.

The introductions go so on and so forth until MC stares at Lucifer, their head tilted like a dog not understanding something.

"…Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust, and Gluttony…Theres supposed to be 7 deadly sins. Where's Sloth?"

shit.

#obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me x catholic reader

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Inspired by @antadogoias 's post:

cw: fem!reader

an: im trying out some smau stuff, let me know what you think and if you have any tips!

The bright lights of the charity gala illuminated the ballroom, casting a warm glow over the elegant guests sipping champagne. Andrey stood at the edge of the room, feeling slightly out of place in his tailored suit. As a professional tennis player, he was used to the intensity of the court, but social events like this always made him a bit uneasy.

Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, he spotted you. Despite being a Formula 1 rookie you had managed to already make history as one of a few women to enter motorsport. Your determination, skill and charisma had captured his attention from the moment he had first heard about you. You were standing near the bar, ordering a drink in your evening gown, looking like a Bond’s girl. 

Summoning up his courage, Andrey made his way over to you, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hi," he said, his voice slightly nervous but determined. "I'm Andrey. It's a pleasure to meet you". You turned to face him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Andrey Rublev, the tennis star?" you exclaimed, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I'm honored. It's nice to finally meet you in person”. 

Andrey felt a surge of relief as you found a common ground. Your conversation flew effortlessly as if you had known each other for years. You two spent the whole evening together turning a boring event into an opportunity to get to know each other. 

You and Andrey have been going out for a few months. Busy schedules resulted in you two spending time for not more than four days at a time. Nonetheless, you still tried to see each other every moment you could. That often resulted in you sitting in the stands, going over your latest race data, while Andrey trained. He often feels bad for training while you visit him but you don't mind as you can sit next to him, look pretty and enjoy the view. He always sets up the best dates as a compensation - he would take you to fancy dinners, and less fancy local adventures. He always makes sure you have fresh flowers, either he would give you them in person or send you a bouquet when you two were apart. 

First time fans started noticing your connection was when Tennis Channel posted a video asking tennis players who their favorite Formula 1 driver was. "Y/N," he said without hesitation, a spark in his eyes. "She's my favorite. She's incredibly talented, and I admire her passion and dedication to her sport. She’s determined and has gone through a lot. One of the strongest people I know”. His cheeks flushed red as he realized how quickly he replied.

You two found yourself in a locker room after a particularly hard match. Andrey had fought hard, but in the end, he had come up short, defeated by his opponent in a long battle. His shoulders slumped with exhaustion and disappointment, as he looked at the floor. You sat beside him, your expression filled with concern and empathy as you reached out to gently squeeze his hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Andrey, please" you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his wounded pride. "You played your heart out there, and that's all anyone can ask for. Tomorrow is another day, another chance to prove yourself." Andrey sighed, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him as he hid his face in your shoulder. He held onto you like his life depended on it. In that moment, he realized just how lucky he was to have you by his side – not just as a partner, but as a source of strength and support in times of need.

You didn’t necessarily keep your relationship secret but you didn’t want it to be in a spotlight. Media and reporters tend to be quite invasive and with Andrey struggling with his mental health you wanted to avoid it for as long as possible. Fans and reporters had analyzed your every interaction, searching for clues and hints that would confirm their suspicions. But you two wanted to focus on your respective careers. Until one fateful day, when a reporter finally broached the subject during a post-match interview.

"Andrey, can you comment on the rumors that you're dating Y/N?" the reporter asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Andrey hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he weighed his options, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. But then, he glanced over at you, who was watching him with a reassuring smile, and he knew that the time had come to set the record straight. “Yea, we have been dating for some time now. She's an incredible person, and she's helped me a lot, especially mentally. I think it’s noticeable as I’m a lot calmer on the court these days. I owe her a lot”. As he spoke, a feeling of relief and freedom washed over both of you. 

@/y/n.isntagram

All the rumors are true : )

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May 2, 2024

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[thesamoanqueen]

Daydream II

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: Smut; Oral (male receiving); Size kink; errors after errors after errors after errors after errors (…).

A/N: first fic of 2023 and part II of Daydream, requested by @niknakbucks92 (thanks to @iovereigns for ispiring me with the elevator)

I hated high heels, I hated the tight, flashy dresses that occasions like this called for. Not that I had worked too hard to seem more than what Im, it wasn't part of me and on the other hand that was the first and last big event I would have attended for the federation. At least as a performer, even if I never really became one. I loved that environment, I loved keeping busy, but all of that... it wasn't right for me and that night had done nothing but confirm it to myself. All those rumors, questions, attentions and whispers behind the backs of who I considered untouchable.

He was damned flawless. As always. With that dark suit, perfect hair and beard. His attention that wandered from one person to another just enough to do his job, not to make anyone feel out of place. I had watched him all evening and all evening I had heard people talking about him, many times not as they should have. You had to have nerves to survive in there, to make your way and I couldn't even bear a bit of gossip, I couldn't bear that they talked about him. I… as if it was up to me to defend him, when he seemed to ignore them instead. I needed tequila, whiskey and champagne to ignore them and I couldn't even get drunk.

I passed the elevator door, leaning my back against the internal mirror and closed my eyes for a second. It was all so stressful and I was making it even more stressful for no reason at all.

- Need some air? - a deep voice asked, like a hot shower and my eyes widened.

I knew that voice, I would have recognized it anywhere. I watched Roman silently as he stood facing me, the elevator doors closing behind him. He was so imposing, I'd seen taller and bigger men in that company, but he was intimidating, the kind of awe that makes your knees quiver and throb where it shouldn't. Not in situations like that at least.

- … It's noisy – i managed to say and I would have slapped myself, even if he was nodding.

Noisy? What comment was that? He was able to concentrate in front of seventy, eighty thousand people and I considered a federation gala noisy. And since when did I talk like that? The answer was never. It only happened to me with him. “Only with him” as if we often spoke, he probably didn't even remember meeting me at-

- Nichole, right? - he stopped me, with one of his patented smiles and I bent my head forward, a gesture that must have seemed like a confirmation to him and not my umpteenth attempt to demonstrate how little I was able to behave in front of him - how's your training going?

My head processed his question belatedly, too busy thinking about my name being pronounced by him – my real name, not a wrong one thrown there at random -. When I realised, I ended up torturing the bag without even realizing it, the weight of embarrassment on my shoulders. How do you tell your role model, someone who inspires you and millions of people, someone who didn't give up even when life reduced him to a shadow, that you gave up instead? I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear nervously and smiled anyway. It was embarrassing, but there was no use ruining a moment like that with thoughts that only concerned me.

- I'll work behind the scenes maybe, we're still talking about it. I chose… the ring wasn't for me. I'm not made to be in front of all those people. - I admitted with a sigh and Roman nodded again, returning the smile I was showing off.

- There's nothing bad. Whoever is out there needs whoever is behind the scenes, people don't realize it enough. It does you credit, you have chosen what makes you feel good, what you want. That's what matters.

What I want… he was always so inspiring. And he was right. Maybe I wouldn't have become a superstar, they wouldn't have put my face on some trucks and put up posters of me top rope jumping in a stadium, but I would still have been part of the federation and I would have had more than many others out there. It was what I wanted and I was fully realizing it with the only person I really wanted close to me. I nodded invigorated, even my heels not hurting so much anymore, as his eyes darted over to me.

- And in many, many years, when you'll have grandchildren, you'll be able to tell them about all the things we used to do with the cameras off – he joked, making me laugh.

I suddenly felt so hot in such an informal atmosphere. His voice and his presence worked magic on me and my mood. He was a walking antidepressant, a chronically addictive one.

- And about the time I shared an elevator with Roman Reigns – I said aloud.

That was really going to be a story to tell and so was the way his eyes seemed to lock onto me. His head nodding in the air with that smile capable of driving anyone crazy, his hands hidden in the pockets of his pants so tight where they shouldn't be, the perfect jacket on broad shoulders.

- I don't think it would be exciting enough - I heard him say and that word crawled under my skin, causing a shiver down my spine.

The elevator had suddenly become narrow, his body seemed closer or maybe it was me who had approached. I wasn't understanding much at the time and honestly I didn't even care, the world could have descended into chaos and I would have only cared about the way he was looking at me. I felt the mirror cold against my back, the handrail pressing against his side, and his scent filling my lungs. I played with the closure of the bag, my breath pounding in my ears, while he stood staring at me, almost seeming to test how far I was capable of resisting. But with him I had no self-control, I'd embarrassed myself enough times to know it by now and so I collapsed, deciding to add something else to my memories for the future.

- It doesn't necessarily have to be a pg story… - I murmured, frightened by my own proposal and the narrow space betrayed me, my words louder than I had said.

- Be careful what you ask - Roman warned me, his lips curling dangerously.

By now I had thrown the stone though and his mouth, so incredibly full, seemed like just another invitation to go further, to take the last step. On the other hand, what alternatives could I have ever had, locked up there with him? And did I really want alternatives to him? No, I didn't want alternatives, I didn't want to run away, I wanted him even if he was scarier than any crowd inside a stadium.

- What if I want to go down this road this time? - I asked, legs pressed together, trying to cheer myself up.

Roman didn't smile, didn't even move for a moment, my eyes already stinging with terror of being rejected or worse. It almost felt like a challenge and he was in control, he'd always been in control, even though I'd tried to sound strong. When his hand reached my cheek, his thumb stroking me, I wasn't ready, I could never be ready, but I managed to hold back the ragged breath that had threatened to escape from my mouth.

- You can go down on your knees first of all princess - he growled into my ear, warm and rough despite the pet name and I gave in without restraint.

I nearly tossed my purse, heedless of anything inside that might break or that I looked desperate, and knelt on the elevator, in my stylish dress and torture heels, like the worst slut. Roman looked down on me, his expression cocky. Again he didn't move and under the weight of his eyes, I tentatively reached for the leather belt of his expensive suit, trying to guess what he wanted, but it seemed almost impossible and I felt like a teen. I laboriously unbuttoned the strap and lowered the zip, fingers hesitantly running over the obvious bulge, I bit my lip with the anxiety that was mounting and seemed to want to devour me. His fingers in my hair made me tremble and I looked at him, feeling him push slowly to encourage me and although that gesture, not at all rude, had made me feel twice as anxious, I decided to free him from his constraint.

His cock, stiff and heavy, slammed into my face, making me shift a little. I looked at it dumbfounded, in all its length, with swollen veins and shiny tip, while my now soaked center reduced my underwear to a universal disaster. It was more than I was used to, much more than I was used to and I wasn't so sure I could get it all in my mouth.

- You look gorgeous but we dont have all night and I've no intention to stop now, so open da pretty mouth of yours - I felt Roman encourage me again and I moved one of my hands from his thighs, to take him in my hand and feel his consistency.

Roman on top of me, stroked my head again as I massaged him and after a couple of strokes, I convinced myself to slide it between my lips, earning a moan of approval. The taste of him quickly kneaded my tongue and I closed my eyes, enjoying that moment stolen from the rest of the world, my thighs rubbing together in search of relief. He tasted irresistible to me and soon, overcoming the embarrassment, I began to bob my head, trying to welcome him as much as possible. My hands were working on his base, where his skin was roughest, a hint below, at his swollen sacs.

- Mmh - I moaned, the slimy sound of my mouth filling the lift and turning me on more.

- That's it…

Roman, head bowed, hands planted in my hair and breathing increasingly short. A moan, low, almost a real growl, gushed from his chest after a few seconds and I looked up at him, while he licked his lips with that tongue that I so much wanted elsewhere on me. I scratched the base of his boner again with my nail and again felt him growl in pleasure, his grip firmer in my hair and his hips starting to push into my throat, not waiting for me to do anything else.

- That 's it… like that… - he rumbled, whether at himself or at me, it wasn't clear.

I tried to relax my throat, not move, just let him, but I couldn't take it all in and more seconds passed, more his thrusts slammed into the base of my throat. I felt the urge to cough, saliva and precum dripping from my lips, probably ruining my makeup and dress, my eyes glistening and the tears pressing to come out.

- Dont move – he commanded above me, keeping my head instead of him and his tone so rough, brought my center to spasm – dont fuckin move

I felt overwhelmed and my body loved it. My antidepressant had become my stimulant and as he fucked my throat, sinking his warm meat as deep as he could, I realized I was about to cum without him even touching me there. I moaned loud, needy, in a soaked and inaccurate cry that mixed with Roman's confused growls, without holding back and without shame, giving him as much as I could and taking what he gave me. I felt him push in a sloppy way, a sign that he was about to cum and I raised my teary eyes to him who was already nodding with an expression capable of taking me to my limit. I felt disgusting and wanted at the same time, it was so much.

- Swallow. All of it. – he directed and pushed my face against him, emptying into my throat in long hot spurts that I tried to swallow as I could, while my destroyed center tightened around the void with a long shiver that clouded my mind.

I closed my eyes, obeying with all my will, to please him, to show him who knows what, enjoying that pleasure that was shaking me and when I reopened them Roman was no longer there. There wasn't his boner between my lips, his hands in my hair, or his body to shade me from the twinkling lights of the elevator. I stood, leaning against the mirror, looking at him with a dazed expression as the elevator doors opened with a shrill sound that reminded me of the oven bell in my apartment and that took me by surprise like a slap across the face.

I could have blamed it on the tequila, whiskey and champagne I'd been drinking, but it had happened to me before with him and since he had addressed those few words to me at the Performance Center a year ago, it had continued to happen to me more often than could have been considered normal. I was a walking messy, there was no one else to blame. I mean, what elevator takes all that time to reach the ground floor?

- You sure to be okay Nichole? - I heard him ask from the doorway, his phone in one hand and the other midair, towards me, as if he wanted to support me but without invading my space.

- Yeah… maybe im a little bit over for all the drinks… - I tried to save myself, blaming some innocent bottles for my out of control pussy.

- Want me to call a cab? Someone? I can go back- he offered and a wave of guilt hit me.

- No, please!

The face of the company, the undisputed champion, the man who filled the Stamford funds and my dreams, as well as my google searches and entire stadiums, was literally offering to go get someone because I was feigning drunk to save dignity. And at that point I wasn't sure I had one.

- Im… Just need some air and then im going back to my hotel. - I said in one breath.

Roman didn't look very convinced, even a little confused, but he nodded anyway, slowly, his hand still in mid-air as I too exited the elevator.

- Y'sure? - he tried again, my head already lowering.

- I swear. But thank you, y're kind.

- Anytime. Hope to see you around soon… take care of yourself, okay? hn?

- Yes. - Sure. I had to take care of myself and have someone check me out.

I watched him wave to a group in the lobby, someone from the federation I didn't know, and walk down a hallway, possibly to one of the building's inner courtyards. Still, in my seat, I waved to him, when he turned one last time to check where I was and placed a strand behind my ear, my feet destroyed by heels and a thought that suddenly made its way into my head.

When was I alienated from everything exactly? After talking to him or was I just staring at him the whole time? Jesus. What I’ve done? In front of him!

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[ellakathrinerose1]

The Prey of the night

Warnings: smut, fluff, bdsm, etc

[Prince James of Romania]

I was packing up for the trip with my best friend. We had planned this trip to Romania for years, we'd been stuck in this small Midwestern town and needed a adventure, a escape. I was packing necessities and a few nice outfits. "Do you think I should bring this?" I held up a silk black dress sleevless, v neck. "YES!" She shouted "make sure to pack a sweater or shawl it's gonna be cold for that but no excuse to not be sexy" She chuckled. I shrugged and packed it away with a nice fur jacket.

We went to bed neither of us being able to sleep, we were just too excited. "You wonder if they'll be any vampires in Romania?" You chuckle "I doubt it, I'm sure all the vampires died out a loooong time ago" you both laugh eventually driving off to sleep.

Next morning your both sluggish but excited getting everything ready last minute touch ups to makeup and off to the airport. You arrive and wait patiently to board the plane. You were just scrolling through your phone with your friend when a man walked by with a strong cologne made you look up. It smelled sweet like honey but hard like a campfire. You noticed a well dressed man sitting across the room, he had a suit on and a long coat, long blonde hair and pale skin

You tap your friend "look up Greek God at 3 o clock" your friend looks up and her jaw drops. "You need to get his number!"

"No are you crazy!?"

"What I thought we were gonna live a little on this trip?"

"Yea but I'm sure he's got a girl with those looks"

"Never know unless you ask" She smirked

"Your a bad influence"

You work your courage up and walk over to him he could sense you approaching him so he looked up

"Um hi I was wondering if I could maybe-"

"Get my number?"

"Uh yea haha how'd you know?"

"I could hear you and your friend"

"OH haha well im sorry didn't mean to bother you"

"Your not bothering me beautiful please sit down" he gestures and you sit next to him

"So what are you going to do once you get to Romania?" He asks

"Um not sure probably get our room and relax then we plan on exploring draculas castle and that's about it the rest we'll figure out when we get there"

"Ahh ok well I'd you ladies are interested my friends are throwing a party at another castle a few miles from draculas castle feel free to come on by" he hands her a invitation

"Ahh well thank you I'm sure we'll stop bye for a drink"

"Glad to hear, I'm James btw"

"OH I'm y/n"

"Nice to meet you y/n"

"You too!"

The lady calls for everyone to board the plane you get up and head over to your friend and tell her everything, you grab your stuff and board the plane.

You tried to find James but he was no where to be seen you wondered if he was real or not. You decided to fall asleep and enjoy the plane ride.

You arrive to Romania and head straight to the hotel, you could feel eyes on you the moment you unboarded but didn't let it bother you. The next morning you woke up early to eat breakfast and get ready to go to draculas castle.

You and your friend take a taxi and head that way "I'm so excited it's gonna be beautiful!!"

You smile and say "yes I agree especially with this fall weather."

You arrive and both explore the building and the grounds it takes all day taking pictures and eating the main hall. You remember the invitation and ask your friend if she'd like to go?

"Hmm sounds interesting I think we should"

"Mmm okay, but if I want to leave we leave!"

Your not much of a party person but your more concerned about seeing James again

You arrive to another castle it's very lively lots of beautiful people you decided to wear your black silk dress, hoping to draw James attention. You go inside the music is loud but tastful you find yourself wondering over for a glass of champagne and grab one for your friend.

"So why do you keep looking around" your friend asks

"Uh just taking in the atmosphere"

"Mhmm more like looking for your future fuck buddy James"

"Excuse me I don't plan on him being my fuck buddy, he's just interesting is all"

"Mmhmm that's why I notice you get all flushed when he asked you to sit"

"OK fine I will say he's very attractive but it's not my intention"

Your friend spots herself a victim for her pleasure "hey I'll be over here with this hunk"

You roll your eyes and wonder off exploring finding yourself down a dimly lit hallway looking at the pictures you find one of James

"So you are real" you whisper to yourself

You feel a presence behind you but before you could react you were pinned to the wall

"Hello bunny"

"JAMES! what're you doing you almost gave me a heart attack"

"I know I can hear it"

"What do you mean you hear it?"

"Look y/n...look at my eyes"

His eyes glow red and you feel yourself growing more attracted to him

"No no no there's no way"

"Yes way"

He was a vampire

He showed you his teeth and everything he could do lastly he picked you up and you found yourself intoxicated with hid scent you just couldn't help yourself you laid your lips on his

He went deeper into the kiss while he carried you to his quarters and laid you gently on the bed. You looked up at him nervous being a virgin, did he know?

He started to undress you dress, tights, shoes, bra but he left the panties. He stood for a second admiring your body

"Your a piece of art" he kissed down your neck and chest

He then undressed himself my God he was a Greek God built perfectly

He proceeded to kiss down your stomach then your thighs and legs then working his way back up and started to tease around your clit. He removed the panties and threw them aside.

Your smell was intoxicating he couldn't help himself he dove right in

Licking small circles and sucking on your clit then moving down a bit to your entrance and tounge fucking you.

He brought you closer and closer to ecstasy then you came. But he didn't stop he kept going making you shake and jerk and moan louder and louder.

He stopped and worked his way up kissing your lips and sucking on your neck

He brought his member to your entrance and slowly teased it making you whimper and beg

"Your being such a good bunny for me" he whispered in your ear while he entered himself into you.

He moaned a bit

"God your soo tight, it's almost as if you've never- your a virgin aren't you?"

You shook your head yes fully of shame

"That's okay bunny I'll be gentle"

He started slow and but you found yourself craving more you bucked your hips and bit his lip he started to go faster he kissed your neck and was leaving trails of hickeys behind.

He grew closer and closer to coming but he wasn't quiet ready yet he stopped

"Wait whyd you stop?"

"I have a important question for you"

"Sure what's up"

"Would you like to be with me for all eternity?"

Omg he was wanting to make you a vampire

"Yes!" You just blurted it out without thinking

He smiled and bit your neck this time drawing blood. He continued to pump inside you while drinking your blood you felt yourself coming again you came squeezing around him and bringing him to cum.

He healed up your bite mark and you both lay there breathless holding eachother and drifting off to sleep.

[Pt 2 coming soon]

[inquisitiveheretic]

gun to their heads, fob and mcr have to cover one song from each other. which could they pull off best

TOUGH QUESTION lemme think ... gerard n patrick have really different vocal styles which is a primary concern, obviously, you'd probably want patrick doing something more melodic (not that he can't scream but he's obviously most effective when belting) gerard on the other hand could really depend ....... ray + joe are both metal guitarists which makes things easier. i feel like the more obvious answer is a crossover at the points they were in the same scene n their respective sounds had more in common (ie teenagers/im not okay + champagne for my real friends or something like that) BUT thats not as interesting. hm. gerard's voice would suit the viciousness on folie well. fob could definitely do stuff off danger days. and black parade with all its bombast n layers. you'd want to give ray a good guitar solo ...

and there's of course the Themes to consider. obviously. hm.

ok there's genuinely a ton of pretty good options but my final answer right now is: fob does the kids from yesterday, mcr does 27

#my reasoning: 27 has increasingly desperate repetition + bomb ass guitar solo. makes me feel ill. #the kids from yesterday has a good groove + soaring vocals. makes me feel ill. #this is a difficult one though !!!!!!!!!!!! #both bands are full of talented musicians but their execution + focus are so different its hard to imagine them covering each others stuff #and having it sound like the same song at all. #asks #anonymous

[storiesofsvu]

Jesus fucking christ.

We had TEN people at the bar tonight. TEN. And then a group from the theatre came over at like, 11pm, pianos stopped at 12, and THEY JUST WOULD NOT LEAVE. We had our entire cashouts done and printed and sealed, the bar torn completely down and a guy STILL tried to order a drink from me?!?!

Anyways. I’m FINALLY fucking home and it’s 2 am, but it’s “Thursday” so y’all know what that means!!!

Law & order (svu, oc/mothership maybe) spoilers under the cut!

Domestic snuggles.. imma miss this shit

Also why do people never plug their phones in overnight on tv!?

Grace that is a NICE coat, she looks great.

Noah being 12… someone remind me to do math on this later.

“I’ve been on 500 bumble dates, how different could these questions be?”

OKKKKAY now I understand more why Velasco was in the wedding shots, cause I lowkey thought it was weird he was there for the ceremony.

Nice plaid muncy… #bivibes

Jessie an billie have pink drinks (I assume Shirley temples) and it looks like Velasco just handed noah champagne… like I know it’s probs gingerale or apple juice but like… BRUH. It looked like Velasco was so distracted he just handed alcohol off without realizing it was a kid lololol

Is it REALLY that big of a surprise that johnny d has other kid out there? Also how long is it until noah asks about his dad? Like what has liv told him?

Noah knows he’s adopted, he knows his mom is dead and that he can’t see gramma Sheila anymore, he only has liv and she works so much that she definitely should let them meet.

OH okay so he knows his dad was a criminal… noted… noted….

liv…baby…. I know you’re concerned about him being johnny d’s kid, but like, so is noah… also bebe remember the time you left your kid with his “friends” and they locked him in a dog cage? Pls. let him play playstation.

Okay staying the night is a little much. Like first watching them look like a full happy family, but also FLASHBACKS TO SHIELA STEALING HIM.

FUCK Velasco in a suit… I forgot how good that looks.

“EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANIMAL” OH MY GOD GRACE lololololol

Jfc. These rollins and liv grilling this guy in the hotel room?! Getting all super close power lady?! FUCK ME.

STOP IT YOU TWO!!!  THIS IS FUCKING TOO MUCH. THEY’RE BOTH TOO FUCKING HOT. IVE MISSED AMANDA FLIRTING WITH PERPS, I’VE MISSED THE TWO OF THEM FLIRTING TOGETHER UNDERCOVER FUCK. Imma miss this.

Grace m’am, you are on the stand, homegirl do up one more button pls.

Oh muncy…. You sweet summer child. I LOVE you but I hope sonny tears a STRIP off you because you deserve it. Like all im picturing rn is barba/alex/casey basically murdering you.

“on a scale of 1-10?”  “I’d say Vladmir putin.” FUCK FIN lololol

“remember I used to joke about you two in a hotel room? And now here *we* are” THAT’S GAY LADIES.

“You were a different person, you would’t let me in.” EXCUSE ME OLIVIA?!?! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS A GIANT CUNT IN S13!! YOU were the one who kept brushing off amanda whenever she tried to talk to you or learn anything for like a year!

GOD this scene mustve been so fucking hard to film for these two….

Okay…. Okay… I said this to the discord earlier this week as I got to s8. Muncy does have some Dani Beck vibes…and her on the stand just enforces that. (minus the fact that I love grace and HATE dani)

Carisi saying “my wife” while looking all lovey dovey eyes. FUCK.

GOOD GOD. Im fucking bawling over the actual good bye scene. Fuck me. (also was that walk past then pull back into a hug a call back? Or is that just me?)

Okay. I am VERY glad honestly that Muncy was both not at the wedding and didn’t get a hug at the end (despite a random uni getting one). Not only have they only known each other 9 eps, it just wouldn’t be fucking fair to Kelli. I get it, Molly might not have known she was a replacement when she auditioned/got the job BUT, it just would’ve been a kick in the face to Kelli. Still and always love them both. But… yeah… it’s like when you have to train your own replacement right before getting fired kinda thing? Not cool. So im glad they were able to do that..

 Okay. Onto mothership… lets see how much I have to say lol.

Mechad is a fucking snack. Why must I be attracted to at least two people on every one of these shows? Three hours of tv after getting off work this late is TOO MUCH AND I still have a new criminal minds to watch. Fuck.

 Fuck…. That escalated quickly…. I mean….expected but…

Oh jesus christ…tonight really is about cops fucking up.

This is heartbreaking. The poor suspect is now gonna get extra charges because they were wrongfully arrested/sent to rikers. Fucking ouch. Why l&o gotta be like this tonight…

Okay… my stream cut out for the second time and fucked up and we ALL know Im not invested enough to care.

OC time here we go.

This purple looks great on bell!

Okay, new guy, cant remember his name rn, but him not only getting everyone gifts but having them wrapped that nicely? What do we think? Did he have the store do that or does he do it himself? The “I’ve always been that guy” makes me think he did it himself.

“merry Christmas everyone” jet’s way of saying “welp, mom and dad are fighting on xmas..”

Okay just kidding this stream died on me too… so…imma call it here, have my svu thoughts and some other tiny ramblings for tonight byyeee

#law and order svu #svu #svu spoilers #organized crime #law and order spoilers

[biffhofosho]

Hello! I'm so sorry I haven't responded in awhile, I came down with the flu lol. However, I am in awe that your favorite discography is No Limit(that's mine too🥰). I hope that you enjoyed your weekend with your family, I'll try to save my longer asks for week days as to not infringe on your deserved family time.

Im excited to start working on your gift, I already have a few ideas. Bare with me as I throw random questions at you haha

What is your favorite Hyungwon photoshoot? I'd love to know, or what about a favorite Hyungwon era lol? I personally am all about Gambler and No Limit.

You mentioned listening to Mercy so I HAVE to ask, do you have other favorite tracks written by him or the rest of the boys? Speaking of the rest of the guys, what's your favorite monsta x photoshoot if you have one? They can all be the same but for me personally they're different for some of these questions which is why I ask.

Anyway, I tried to keep this message rather short as to not consume too much of your time, Biff. However, during the days between responses, I wish you good heath and lovely days💚

xox mbb Secret Santa

The flu??? NO! I hope you are recovering well and that it wasn't too bad! But I did miss you, so I'm glad you're feeling well enough to send me another ask. <3

Hahaha, you were concerned about taking up too much of my time, but the joke's on you, babe: I can't do anything in a timely fashion when it comes to the Monstas. This reply has taken me an hour and a half legit because after collecting six years' worth of content, it's easy to get so lost in it. MBB are so spoiled. *sobs*

(Also, that's not a complaint. I had fun, but I promise that this is a lot more than you bargained for loooooooooooooool.)

Oh boy, gifties! Let's do this! ;)

Favorite Hyungwon photoshoot? In order to answer this, I had to endure the pain of going back through my comically large Hyungwon folder, and it was nothing but pain, but I endured for you, dear Santa. Since I am forced to choose, I will go with either the newest Dazed magazine shoot, which I imported a copy of, you better believe (heh heh), or his spread in Xiesta, which I just MIRACULOUSLY acquired a copy of after a full year of searching (mbb be going to their graves with that photobook in hand).

Evidence A:

Evidence B:

Don't let this confuse you though--my all time FAVORITE boy looks (and this goes for all the MX boys, though I'm in a mood now thanks to having to comb my folder, so I'm gonna double-down on the HW ham here) are:

1) [most fave] white tee/jeans (bonus points, ballcap)

2) GLASSES.

3) Hoodies

4) Candid boyfriend looks

5) One-of-a-kind features

(Hyungwon's lip freckle and his special ear make me scream incoherently into the abyss on the regular just like Wonho's bellybutton freckle or Minhyuk's slow blink or Kihyun's lip corner beauty mark do.)

Favorite era for Wonnie though??????? Okay, the ones you named are top-tier to be sure, but as far as I'm concerned his era for me is now. I've never seen him living so bravely or truly, and it is doing all kinds of funny things to my brain. He's grown into such a confident man that it has me, a very confident woman, quaking.

My other favorite Hyungwon tracks are "Nobody Else" and "Wildfire." Head empty. Only Hyungwon. Oof. As far as other songs: "Night View" destroys me; "Kiss or Death" remains my favorite MV and I absolutely HATE that that gem of a song was relegated to the Universe app and I never even got my gd choreo; "Love" in headphones is a masterpiece; "Champagne" is my fave Japanese track; and "Monsta Truck" is my fave OT7 song.

Favorite group shoots are: OT7 - Are You There? album shoots, specifically Versions II & III

(Is my bias showing??? haha)

OR

Fatal Love shoots, specifically this one where they are all millionaire CEOs:

And the Chillax Mode photobook (though the MX University is a close runner-up as well).

Sorry this was excessive. I spiral easily. ;) Forgive me?

Real talk: I love that we have so many things in common! You are the perfect Santa for me, beloved! <3 And as you can see, you remained anon! I have been TERRIFIED of doing that myself. I check and re-check and re-re-check before I send mine lol!

Have a wondrous day/night/twilight/whatever, my precious Santa!

#asks #new friend #secret santa #my santa has immaculate taste #i went overboard #i'm sorry they just make me do that

[stargazer-balladeer]

“I got the boy but they got the man” [Twisted Wonderland]

Song lyric: I got the boy - Jana Kramer

- Leona Kingscholar x GN! Reader

Notes: This is me venting my sorrow and anger towards fairy gala leona for not yet coming home to me >:( i might do leona’s pov too but im not sure- and sorry if this isn’t good :’) hope ya’ll like this!

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 586

“Congratulations on your wedding day.” Smiling despite the tight feeling inside your chest, you stared at the man in front of you who showed a small smile. “Thanks I guess.” Leona mumbled, his eyes straying away from yours to look at his mate. Without his eyes on you, you let your smile falter a bit. You eyed the look he was giving to the person he claimed as his mate before turning your head to look at them as well. Like him, they were adorned with a wedding attire that perfectly suits them.

“What a lucky person…” You mumbled making Leona snapped his back at you, looking straight in your eyes before scoffing. “Of course their lucky. Their getting married to me.” Letting out a smirk at the end, you can’t help but chuckle. “Sounds like a pain in the ass to be honst.” He glares at you but you know he doesn’t mean it. “Shut yer trap.” Nodding your head to his mate, wanting him to go over there so that you’ll be left alone to wallow on your self-pity. “Go be with your spouse, lover boy.” He rolled his eyes at you but he followed your command, not before patting your head.

You watched as he joins his mate by their side, watching as his eyes softened at the sight of his mate smiling at them happily before pecking their forehead. You watched his tail swaying happily behind him before wrapping itself around his mate’s waist. You watched them share a laugh together before his mate starts to drag Leona to the dance area. What the hell were you doing? Why are you keen on torturing yourself by continuing to watch them?

Tearing your gaze away from the sight of the newlyweds as you put down the champagne on the tray of the waiter before making your way out to the garden. It was suffocating being in the same room with the man you loved and his mate. How did you even come to love Leona? Was it through the years you’ve been with him? The music from the building became a background music as you roam the garden outside. The full moon shining in the horizon but there were no stars surrounding it, only a black abyss was seen.

“Hmph not even the stars can take my sorrow.” You mumbled, staring angrily at the sky before letting out a sigh. If only you confessed earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have to go through this heartbreaking process. If only you arrived earlier then maybe you were the one in his arms instead of that person. If only fate was more kinder with you maybe…

You stared at the sky once more with a tear slipping from your eyes, betraying you as your smiled wavered. “Ha and you promised me you’ll marry me when we get older… what a dumb lion.” You quietly sobbed, hiding your face in your hands. Maybe you should go before anyone could catch you, before Leona could see the mess that you are right now.

But you were surprised as someone wrapped their coat on top your figure. A gasp escaped you as you stared in surprise at the male figure in front you. A sad smile settled on his face as he tilts his head, displaying to you his eyes that speaks his concern yet affection to you. “Why settle for the least when you can settle for the best?”

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[writing-wh0re]

U WRITE DRUIG SOO GOOD IM OBSESSED!!! plz give us more!! i’d request a specific scenario but ure so talented it doesn’t even matter!!

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Druig x Stripper!Reader

Words: 2,396

Warnings: Smut18+, Male Performing Oral, Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Praise, Dom Energy, (very) Slight Cum Kink.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing it, thought it was something different for Druig.

The club's music thumps through my chest, the smell of cheap cigars and alcohol taking over my senses. I carry my duffle bag over my shoulder, signing my name on the roster.

“Evening Y/n, how was your day?”

I smile at Nova, the girl with purple hair and tattoos covering every inch of her skin with a warm smile on her face.

“Exhausting, yours?”

“I only started at 8pm tonight, nothing crazy.”

I nod in response, turning away from the table and walking into the dressing room, all the girls running around trying to get themselves ready for the night.

A sigh passes my lips as I look over myself in the mirror, my hair thrown up into a bun, baggy band t-shirt hanging off my body.

I quickly open my phone looking at my savings account.

A reminder as to why I love coming back here.

“Hey, can I borrow your mascara?” I look up from my phone at Daisy, quickly rummaging through my bag for the product.

“You’re a lifesaver, thank you!”

I smile at Daisy in the reflection, deciding to get myself ready and pray it's a fast money kind of night.

\\//

“He’s here!”

“Leather Jacket.”

“At the bar!”

Three girls squeal to each other, the rest of us turning with curiosity.

“Who?”

“Okay, you know that guy that keeps coming in?” Daisy beams as I chuckle.

“A little more description Daze, the wall street guy?” Daisy shakes her head as I do up my heels, looking over myself in the mirror, my body cladded in a dark green lace one piece, a deep V cut down the front, the lace barely covering my boobs, my cleavage on full display. I turn around, a small smirk on my lips as the g-string extenuates my curves perfectly.

“The Irish guy.” My mouth goes dry at the information.

The nerves start to course through my body, my hands shaking slightly. My mind wanders off to the last time I saw him during my set.

My eyes scanned the room, most men with slimy smirks on their face, money fanning in front of them, beckoning me over. Our eyes catch causing my breath to hitch, he seems out of place in the club, however he also owns the room. My eyes wander over him, his fist resting against his lips, a whiskey glass placed on his knee as he sits at the bar, tucked away to the back. I quickly flick my eyes away, my heart hammering against my chest, heat filling my cheeks as I land on my knees, tilting my head back and running my hands down my body.

A few men throw money at me, a quick wink sent in their direction causing them to get flustered. My eyes discreetly search for him, my heart sinking as Daisy speaks to him, a smirk on his face. Daisy runs her hand down his chest, whispering in his ear. The mysterious man chuckles, holding her hand in his and placing a kiss to her skin.

I divert my eyes as he catches me, quickly recovering and continuing my routine. Before I can stop myself, I look back at the man, him now alone and Daisy sitting on a different man's lap. I smirk to myself, deciding to keep my eyes locked onto his for the last few seconds of my set.

A simple gesture was all it took for this man to occupy my mind for weeks to come, a simple wink and almost proud smirk on his lips, the image forever burned into my brain.

“Y/n, are you listening?” Daisy’s voice pulls me from the memory, concern present on her face.

“I didn’t catch that last part, sorry.”

Daisy rolls her eyes, before handing me a private room booking slip.

A mix of emotions washes over me, is this him? Surely its not, probably just another handsy wall street guy.

“That's the champagne room.” Daisy comments as I look over the ticket, trying to see if it leads to who made the booking.

I open and close my mouth, unsure of how to react, this is my first private booking.

“I’ll take it if you don’t go.” I hold the ticket closer to my chest before walking out of the room, ignoring Daisy’s words as the music bounces off the walls. I walk towards the champagne room, my eyes darting around the room, the slow flashing lights illuminating people’s features in different ways, making everyone, even the regulars look like strangers.

I give the ticket to the bouncer, a curt nod sent in my direction. I place my hand on the Gold handle, a deep breath passing my lips before pushing it open.

The room is dimly lit and music is playing softly in the background, my heart rate picks up, uncertain about this room.

I keep my back against the door, letting it close behind me as my eyes land on the man sitting in the dark part of the room.

“Hi, I’m Sunshine.” I smile sweetly, waiting for the man to come more into the light, my feet feeling glued to the ground. The man chuckles lowly before coming into view, a warmth filling my body.

Him.

His eyes trail up my body, his leather jacket hanging off his shoulders perfectly. Our eyes lock together as he smirks, licking his lips.

“Sunshine.” Arousal rushes to my core at the fake name leaving his lips.

“What’s your real name darling?”

The man sits down on the velvet couch, leaning on his knees, his eyes flicking to the spot beside him.

My legs move before my mind has time to comprehend that it’s truly him.

I sit beside him on the couch, the velvet material silky against my warm skin.

The man raises an eyebrow at me.

Right, fuck, his question.

“Tell me yours first.”

The man smirks, chuckling, his arm resting across the top of the couch, his body turning to mine slightly.

“Druig.” His thick accent sends butterflies to my stomach.

“Y/n.”

Druig smiles, his eyes quickly flicking to my cleavage, lingering before flicking back to my eyes.

“Y/n.” My name rolls off his tongue perfectly, “You’re very beautiful.” Blush takes over my face, thankful for the dim lights in this room.

“So, champagne room?” My curiosity gets the better of me as Druig nods slowly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth before speaking.

“I’m not good at sharing.”

“Sharing?”

Druig nods once, chuckling, his hand falling from the couch to my knee, his thumb tracing patterns on my knee.

“I don’t believe I stuttered Y/n”

My breath hitches, a small smirk on my lips as I giggle.

“If you can’t share, why come back?”

Druig rolls his eyes, sighing as he changes his position, tilting his head back against the couch.

“There’s something special about you.”

I giggle softly, a smile present on my face.

“Well, since we have this room to ourselves, why don’t I show you what the other men are missing?”

Druig turns his head to me, his eyes following my every movement as I stand and change the music.

His eyes stay locked to my body, one of his arms staying across the top of the couch, his other hand resting around his thigh.

I bend over, dragging my hands up my body as I slowly sway my hips to the beat. Druig smirks, his hand gripping his thigh before rubbing up and down.

I smirk to myself, continuing to sway my hips, slowly walking towards him. I stand between his open legs, moving my hands above my head, turning around and pulling the straps of my lace one piece down my arms.

I spin around, my boobs on full display as he sits up, moving closer to me, his eyes lingering on my exposed skin as he slowly drags his tongue across his bottom lip.

I smirk at his reaction, his hands gripping his thighs, stopping himself from touching me. I place my hands on his knees, leaning closer to his face so close that our lips are inches from brushing each other. I drag my nails up his thighs, his lips parting as he leans closer to me. I quickly pull away, walking over to the pole in the centre of the room, I turn to look at him, wanting to tease him more as I spin into his chest.

“You’re a tease.” Druig mumbles.

I smile sweetly, looking up at him through my false lashes, his eyes searching mine. I nod softly as his hands fall to my ass picking me up swiftly, locking our lips together.

His hands massage my ass, spanking the supple skin as I gasp into our kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

Druig places me on the couch, his lips leaving mine as he places kisses down my neck, trailing down to my breasts, sucking and licking my nipples.

My moans fill the air, thankful for the low music covering the sound of my pleasure.

Druig kisses down my body, his gaze meeting mine as he presses his tongue against my lace covered pussy.

I moan at the contact, a chuckle leaving his lips as he pulls the lace to the side, blowing cold air on my dripping cunt.

“Look at you.”

I whimper in response, slightly thrusting my hips up, his arms wrapping around my thighs holding me in place as his tongue slips past my folds.

My fingers instantly lace in his hair, a deep sigh passing my lips, my back arching off the couch quickly. His tongue slowly licks up and down my core, savouring this moment, I wiggle my hips slightly, his arms tightening around my legs to stop my hips from moving.

“Yes.” I moan, his lips sucking my clit before continuing to swirl the bundle of nerves. His tongue laps at my core, tracing the letters of the alphabet on my skin.

“Druig, fuck.”

He pulls away from my pussy a whimper escaping me.

“That’s it baby, let everyone know who owns you.”

I gasp as his tongue flicks against my clit, his arm moving from my thigh, his finger slipping inside of me. My pussy clenches around him, earning a chuckle from his lips.

Druig pulls his tongue off my pussy, adding another finger to my core as I flutter my eyes closed, my finger pinching my nipples.

“Look at you, your eager little pussy sucking me back in.”

I nod in response, my walls fluttering around him, his hand reaching up to my face, tilting my head down to him.

“Good girl, eyes on me.”

I moan at the praise, a proud smirk on his lips.

“Please.” My eyes roll back quickly, his fingers pressing against my g-spot. “Fuck me Druig.”

Druig smiles, our eyes locking again as he nods pulling his fingers from me.

“For you, anything my love.”

I giggle at his words, a lust drunk smile on my face.

He fumbles with his belt, pulling his pants down as my mouth falls open.

Fuck, his cock springs free, the tip glistening with precum.

I quickly stand, pushing Druig down onto the couch as I pull the green lace from my body. I straddle Druig’s waist, our lips locking together in a messy kiss, filled with lust and hunger. His fingers rack down my back, a hiss falling from my lips as I guide his cock inside of me. Both of us moan at the feeling of him stretching my slick walls.

“Gorgeous.” I smile at his words, placing my hands on his chest as I rock my hips back and forth, slightly bouncing on his cock.

His moans send waves of arousal to my core, the sounds of my wetness filling the air around us. His hands grip my ass, spanking the skin every now and again causing a soft squeal to pass my lips.

“You take me so well.” Druig looks to where our bodies meet, his cock disappearing inside of me. His head rests on the top of the couch, his eyes watching my face wash with pleasure. Druig’s hands rest on my hips helping to guide my movements as he thrusts up into me, hitting a completely new spot.

I dig my fingers into his chest, the new angle sending shocks of electricity through my legs.

“Just like that.”

Druig smirks, his hand moving to my face to brush hair out of the way as he pulls my face down to his, our lips colliding.

My rhythm falters, Druig completely taking over, his cock sliding in and out of me as his tongue tangles with mine.

I pull away from him, moaning loud as he brushes against my g-spot perfectly. My legs are shaking beside him.

“Druig.”

His hands move to my ass gripping the skin as I feel the coil inside of me tighten.

“I’m going to cum.”

Druig groans, his pace picking up as I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

“Cum for me love.” My mouth falls open as Druig pulls my hair. “But look at me.” Our eyes lock as my body shakes around him, his face washing with pleasure before his cock twitches inside of me, a warmth filling inside of me.

Both of our chests rise and fall, Druig pulling me to his body, his cock still buried deep inside of me. He places a soft kiss to the side of my head as I slip off him, both of us silent for a few moments. We both quickly compose ourselves, a proud smirk on his lips.

Druig gives me his leather jacket, the newly familiar scent of his cologne filling my senses. We walk from the champagne room back into the main foyer of the club, Daisy on the stage.

“Oh, here.” I attempt to shuffle his jacket from my shoulders as he stops me.

“I’ll wait for you at the bar.”

I raise an eyebrow, a cheeky smirk present on his lips.

“Darling, I thought we established I don’t like sharing what’s mine?”

My heart flutters at his words, my mouth slightly open in surprise.

“Might want to get moving before my cum drips down your thighs.” Druig winks at me as my cheeks heat up, his hand spanking my ass as I hurry through the crowd to grab my stuff.

\\//

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[himbodiaz]

Don’t be shy, bestie. You know we always want to hear your BT rants 👀

okay. just like. fair warning i am not nice to taylor in this at all (although, i never am, so is anyone surprised?)

i said in the other ask, but the way her and buck got together makes me actually angry. like, first off, she told him she could use a friend, and so buck stops pursuing her because she let him down and told him that a relationship wasn't something she wanted (so like, go off for establishing boundaries, i guess).

but then. in the aftermath of buck watching his best friend get shot, taylor is the only one that we see on screen who gets his immediate reaction (outside of some side-characters like captain mehta and the 133). like, she sees him shaking, she can tell just how panicked and devastated that he is. she sees the blood on his clothes. and you know what? in the moments before that, buck didn't trust her to be there as his friend, as someone who cared about him, he thought she was there for her job. he thought she had come to the hospital, not to support him, but to get information from him. and like, how do you not take that, not internalize it? not realize that this person (who she's apparently romantically interested in) does not trust her?

so then, after the crane incident, we're in buck's loft. and they're talking about what happened. obviously taylor is concerned, because anyone who cares about buck would be. but then, she gets so caught up in her own emotions, that she kisses him. buck is home to grab clothes, he is literally packing his bag so that he can go and look after his best friend's son, and she kisses him. and then, instead of staying to talk about it like he asks her to, she runs away. she knew how shaken up from the shooting he was, and she doesn't have enough control over herself to not kiss him?

she runs away. and he gets a call that eddie's awake, so he goes to see his best friend who got shot in front of him. but then, we get to the end of the episode, and she comes back. and she's like "why didn't you chase after me :(((" like. i cannot get over that part. she saw how much eddie getting shot affected him, knew he was looking after christopher, and still whined that he didn't chase her. god, just the utter selfishness of it makes me so mad. like, i honestly don't think she was concerned for buck, for buck, at any point, i think her concern was rooted in her own feelings and how buck getting hurt would affect her. and her actions since have only proven to me her selfishness and inability to see anything divorced from what it means for her personally.

buck is so emotionally vulnerable then. his heart was flayed open. and instead of being a friend to him (like taylor had asked him previously to be to her), she pursued him. i'll give her the benefit of the doubt on intentionality, but my god it's still so manipulative.

anyway. i hate how they got together and march 20th im making a trip to the liquor store to pick up a bottle of champagne to have on hand so i can pop it during whichever episode they finally breakup

#drew speaks #anon #yes i basically just described the episode but my LORD #laying it all out makes me so angry #me? being anti bt on a monday morning? absolutely unsurprising

[red-writes]

soft yan! shinsou x chubby! reader

summary: you keep receiving these letters in your mailbox from an unknown person, somehow you find yourself slowly falling for the creepy admirer until one day they decide to reveal themselves to you in the worst way possible—by looming over you while you sleep.

warnings: yandere behavior, insecurities, light smut.

Boo’s note: hi okay, this is dedicated to the annie that asked me for a shinsou fic, tbh I didn’t really know what to make it about bc u didn’t specify but here I hope you like it *^* uhh it’s also unedited im sorrrrry

Everyday at 7:00 am, the mailman drops off mail. Everyday at 7:10 am you’re rushing downstairs after stuffing half a bagel in your mouth to retrieve the stack of envelopes from the mailbox. The letters started appearing a month ago, pretty purple envelopes sealed with a cat sticker were amongst your mail everyday. You picked out the purple one and dropped the other unimportant, plain white envelopes on the coffee table. You took a seat on the couch and hurriedly opened it up.

My dearest love,

Last night I had a dream about you. You’re perfect face was smiling at me, you called my name and even held your hand out to me. You were so perfect I woke up crying. The more time that passes, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper in the never-ending ocean that is you. So deep, so warm, comforting and gentle. Do you think that maybe one day, we could be happy together? That we could live a life together somewhere peaceful where you have me and I have you and that’s it. To me, that sounds like heaven, a world where the only person I only ever see is you. You’re my everything, my reason to live, to breathe and to continue living in this grueling world. I hope the rest of your day is good, I hope you enjoy yourself at the party.

xoxo,

shin.

After reading you couldn’t help the hard pounding of your heart, it was unusual yes, but you found his fondness for you quite endearing. You clutched the letter and held it to your chest. While it was strikingly odd that he knew about tonight’s party, you didn’t mind. Up until now shin had been harmless, never saying or doing anything too weird or creepy, nothing to warrant you to visit the local police station. You refolded the letter and tucked it back inside of the envelope. Instead of mulling over small details, you needed to find something to put on tonight!

+

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was a charity event for the company you worked for, everyone from the hero deku to chargebolt was in attendance. Big parties like this were not your scene but you had to go, your boss invited you personally and you didn’t want to let him down. You took a drink off of one of the tables and made your way to a less crowded corner of the room. You took rare sips of your champagne as you sighed. This place was definitely not your scene.

“You look fabulous tonight” you hear from beside you, you’re quick to turn your head and your eyes lay upon none other than the mind-jacking hero, Shinsou!

You’re quick to bow, “ah! Mr.shinsou, sir, it’s an honor to meet you” you greet and he’s chuckling softly.

“Hey now, don’t worry about being too formal with me” he says, voice gentle as he rests a hand on your shoulder. Your face is burning, he told you that you looked nice! The number five hero just complimented you!

“Thank-thank you” you say and quickly take another sip of your drink to try and calm your nerves, “you look nice as well”

He gives you a genuine smile, “you’re so sweet”

You can hardly breathe right now, Shinsou first told you that you looked nice and now he was calling you sweet? Was this your lucky day or something?

“Well Shinsou I-”

“Oh! Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you man!”

Chargebolt walked over to where the two of you were standing and wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s neck. He began pulling him away, going on about how ground zero almost slapped one of the patrons. Shinsou turned to wave goodbye to you and you did the same. Once he was out of sight you released a breathe you hadn’t know you’d been holding in. Tonight felt like a dream, you really didn’t want to wake up from it.

“y/n! There you are, I need to you take pictures of me and some of our guests!” Your boss yells and you’re sighing, downing the rest of your drink before you rest it on a neighboring table.

“Coming sir!”

well maybe you were ready to wake up from it now.

+

The next day at the same time you retrieved your mail, you’d shuffled through it several times and yet you hadn’t found that signature purple envelope. The day after that and even the day after that one there was no letter for you in the mail. It stung. Maybe they’d lost interest in you? Maybe they decided that you weren’t good enough after all?

The sixth day after receiving no letter you’d decided to give up, it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. You threw yourself onto your bed as soon as you got out the shower. You’d been doing poorly at work lately, your mind too busy focusing on those purple envelopes rather than the stack of paper work in front of you. You pulled the sheets up to your chin and shut your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t dream of that person or their kind words.

There was an odd sensation you got, it felt like cold air was hitting your body. Were you still dreaming? You didn’t leave your window open. Your eyes fluttered open, your vision still slightly blurry as you came to. Your sat up and rubbed your eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing there. Fear that laid dormant until now began to unfurl itself in your gut, you slowly turned your head to face it and there he was.

“M-mr.Shinsou?!” You whisper yelled, he gave you a soft smile and held his hands up in front of him.

“You caught me” he says and begins walking towards you, you’re scurrying away from him on the bed.

“Why- why are you here?!” you hold the sheet up in front of you like a shield.

“I felt guilty about not sending letters for so long..I made you sad and I couldn’t forgive myself for that so I came to make it up to you” he explains and your still sleep filled mind was struggling trying to comprehend his words.

“Letters..you’re the one who has been sending me all of those letters?” You ask and he nods, he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and that familiar pounding of your heart is back. It was him, the person you’d been longing for, for so long now.

“Mhm, everything I said in those letters were true as well, how beautiful I think you are, how addicting your personality is, how absolutely sinful I think your body is..” he whispers and you feel air caught in your throat. Shinsou inches closer and closer to you and in a flash of purple he pins you underneath him.

“Mr.Shinsou..-”

“Hitoshi, call me Hitoshi” he corrects.

His head slowly lowers until his face is millimeters from yours, his breath is hot against your lips and you can’t help but shut your eyes, you’d been wanting this- wanting him for such a long time now. Shinsou’s lips press gently against yours and you find yourself kissing back, your lips move in a glorious synchronous. The kiss was one of passion and hunger; proof that the two of you had been longing for the other. You pulled away from him, lungs grateful for the ability to breathe again.

“Hitoshi..” you whisper and Shinsou sucks in a breath before his hands move downwards to pull at the hem of your night gown.

“Can I?” He asks and you find yourself nodding. The number five hero, the man who has been stalking you, sending you letters that if you were anyone else would find creepy, the man you’d fallen for…

You raised your arms in the air as he slowly began lifting the sheer cloth off of you revealing your nude body to him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your arms folded to cover your exposed chest.

“Y-you might be disillusioned after seeing me completely naked..if you regret choosing me to give your heart to, I don’t blame you” you shyly confess and Shinsou’s eyes widen.

“I could never, I've merely dreamt about this day every night for months on end...you are the most beautiful person I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.” He says, his hands gently pry your arms away from your body and you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes as he lays you back against the soft blankets.

His lips are soft as they press themselves against every bit of exposed skin, his kisses don't shy away from stretch marks or any of your other insecurities. A warm, heated feeling that blossoms in your chest. 

Love? Desire? Serendipity?

It felt like all three combined into one big ball of sentiment. 

His hands gently massaged your breasts evoking soft mewls of his name from you. His hands slivered downwards to grope the flesh of your stomach.

“Soft beautiful...” he mumbles, his hands move even further downwards and cup the warmth between your legs. The feeling of his hand directly against you has your legs spreading, giving yourself completely to him. His fingers gently rub circles at your clit, your hips stutter up into his touch, moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth dumbly. The situation you've been so eager for, for so long was finally upon you.

Your back arches off the mattress as he slides a slim finger inside of you, the sensation feels much fuller than your own fingers do. You beg him to go faster, add more and make you feel better than you have ever before and he's shushing your lust filled ramblings with a kiss. 

“I need to savor this moment, I won’t get many more like this” he expresses and your concern is evident on your face but he doesn't allow you to ponder on his words. He adds in another finger and curls them upwards, pressing them against the spongy sweet spot, his head ducks down and his lips wrap firmly around your clit and suck on the aching bud. Your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes, unable to handle to the newfound euphoria.

“Ah- shinsou! I’ll- cumming!” your cunt spasms around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, you grip onto the sheets around you as your thighs shake.

“You look so pretty like this, so so pretty” he compliments, before you know it your eyes are involuntarily fluttering shut. You're scared, panic fills you at the thought of him not being here when you wake up, you don't want this to be another fever dream. 

+

When you awake the next morning you feel heavy. Your body slumped with the exhaustion of the previous nights activities. You're eyes widen as your hand feels around the bed, your fingers bump into the heat of another body and there is. The yellow halo from the sun is cast over his head as his chest rises and falls.

You scoot in close enough so that your noses are just barely touching. His eyes begin creaking open and purple gems meet your own.

“Good morning”

“Morning..”

Questions about what he meant last night could wait…you wanted spend your time right now loving him.

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