#got each other stressin

[f4rm]

#the apothecary diaries #kusuriya no hitorigoto #manga #manga cap #mangacap #manga panel #shoujo #gigglin n kickin my feet fr #got each other stressin

[itsmebytch001]

PILOT:

Angel had noticed Alastor had barley moved from his frozen stance awaiting by the door like a statue looking off into the distance clutching his staff with an unusually tight grip.

Angel: "Hey Husk, what's got Al all frozen like that?"

Husk looked up from his rag shining his glass and glanced over to Alastor still frozen and unblinking.

Husk: "Ugh, His kids coming to visit, they don't see each other often but whenever they do see each other, Al makes a whole big thing of it, stressin me out" He grumped out.

Angel: "His daughter? How is that possible? Ain't me like, Asexual or something? How you gonna have a kid if you won't bone?"

Husk: "I dunno, maybe she's adopted, she got his eye's though"

Angel: "Huh, so you've met her?"

Husk: "A couple times"

Angel: "Is she like him...with the radio and the tentacles?"

Niffty: "Nah"

Angel: "Ah! Niff Jesus we gotta but a bell on ya, you can't just run up on a guy like that jeez"

Niffty: "She's more into modern tech, and no tentacles, none that Ive seen" She said caressing her knife slowly.

Angel: "aha, well why she coming in now? it's been like five month's I ain't never heard him talk about her"

Husk: "No idea, last I heard they fell out after she brought a TV"

Niffty: "The guy hates Tech" She said, scratching her knife into the wooden table front of the bar.

*knock Knock*

Alastor's already strained smile expanded to reach his eyes as he strides to the door swiftly opening the door to reveal...

Alastor: "Y/N! So very good to see you my dear, Oh how I've missed you" He said pulling her in to the foyer in a tight, unnatural embrace , Angel leered over to get a proper look at her, from across the room little could be seen her face squashed into her fathers torso as she pushed herself away he squinted to look at her face, and indeed he did have his eyes, but little else, except the yellow teeth.

Y/n: "Good to see you to Dad, I've missed you too i guess" She said under her breath.

Alastor's eye twitched, you had just walked in the door and already you are testing him.

Alastor: "I heard that My love, keep your snide little comments to yourself, m'kay?" He asked, snapping his neck to the left.

Alastor: "Chum's! come greet my dear Y/n won't you?!" He bellowed pushing you towards the bar by the small of your back.

Y/n: "Dad, I already know Niff and Husk I-"

Alastor: "OH! but you haven't met Angel Dust, oh he's such a character" He said practically shoving you onto a stool across from Angel.

Y/n: "Hey Husk"

Husk: "Hey Y/n...you want me to make you something?"

Y/n: "Yeah, Gin and Tonic please" You said slumped over the bar.

Alastor: "She'll take a strawberry lemonade"

Y/n: "Dad I'm too old for thi-"

Alastor: "She'll take a strawberry Lemonade" He said again sternly looking you in the eye.

Alastor: "Now my Dear, where oh where are you belongings'?"

Y/n: "Just outside the door" You answered as Husk poured you a Strawberry Lemonade passing it over to you.

Alastor: "Good good, Husk go take them to Y/n's room won't you?"

Husk: "I'm a bartender not a bags boy Al"

Alastor: " I said go get her bags"

Husk lowly exhaled and dragged his sorry self towards the door.

Alastor: "right well, Angel this is my daughter Y/n"

Angel: "Daughter aye? And how exactly did that happen?"

Alastor: "Why what ever do you mean dear Angel?"

Angel: "Ain't you asexual? Can't exactly have a kid if you ain't boned someone"

Alastor: "Oh! well I made her of course"

Angel: "What?"

Y/n: "He made me, as a precaution"

Alastor: "Oh no dear we've been over this, I made you because I wanted to raise you"

Y/n: "Uh huh"

Angel: "Wait wait, I'm confused did you make her as like, a Frankenstein while you were alive or like..?"

Alastor: "No no, I bared no children when I was alive I made her down here"

Angel: "Okay but HOW?"

Alastor: "with some gold dust, an old voodoo doll and a rib of mine. It doesn't hurt to to supplied with a sum of power and magic of course"

Angel: "...uh huh" he watched as Husk dragged your bags up the stairs.

Alastor: "And my lovley creation will be staying with us for some times"

Y/n: "A month, that's all"

Alastor: "Oh a whole month! we have so much catching up too do, shame you won't ever answer any of my messages"

Y/n: "maybe I would if it weren't in the form of a telegram!"

Alastor: "Oh you young people, with your phones and TV's, whatever happnded to radio"

Y/n: "oh god please don't start" He patted your head as you slumped even further down the bar.

Alastor: "Yes well, while you chat with Angel I'll be sure to arrange the others I'm sure they'll be dying to meet you"

Y/n: "Yeah, okay Dad" you said dismissively sipping on your straw, Alastor of course saw this as his body tensed forcing himself to walk off following Husk up the stairs to corral the other tenants.

Angel: "So, Toot's you don't seem all that happy to see your pop's why is that?"

Y/n: "I didn't want to come here, It's just till extermination day since that dates been moved up"

Angel: "Oh, so your coming here for safety? well this place get's attacked every other week so I'm not sure if that's a great idea"

Y/n: "Oh no, I don't want to be here, It's just my Dad is convinced my place isn't safe enough, and he goes on about how we barley chat (mainly because he refuses to get a phone) and like 'how would I know if you were slain, am I just supposed to go looking for you sliced corpse' and besdies it's not like I have a choice so here I am, until the end of this month and then I'll finally go home again and not talk to the fucker for another seven years"

Angel: "Damm, if you hate the guy so much why not just not come, technically your Hell born so I'm sure you could leave the city, go on down somewhere like Pride, or Lust he can't come dragging you back"

Y/n: "Oh, but he can"

Angel: "How? Guy can't leave the ring"

Y/n: "You've seen that keyring of that little doll on his staff?"

Angel: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "That's me. He shakes that thing a couple times and BOOM and back where he wants me, coming 'voluntarily' just feel's less shit I guess"

Angel:" Oh...Damm" he looked over around the bar awkwardly tapping his foot waiting for Al to come back while you sipped on your god damm strawberry Lemonade.

Pt 2 anyone?

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #yandere hazbin hotel

[criscura]

In your hitman!au why does Genos get involved in the mob and mafia stuff? Sorry, I didn't see it clearly in the fanfic (⁠^⁠_⁠^")

oh y'know, r......reasons.........

okay so the canonical reason is--I THINK--his parents were killed in a car crash but he feels like it was covered up for some reason and there was something else going on. or. or maybe he was from some little village and uh.....the....the, um.....something got poisoned from bad business practice, and.....authorities keep on saying nothing happened..........

okay the actual reason why it's not clear is because Risky Business was just supposed to be a smutty oneshot kink bucket where I could throw a whole bunch of shit, and then it fucking E X P L O D E D into what it is now XD The only things I knew for sure were that Saitama got into bad shit pretty early 'cause he was young and dumb, Genos doesn't trust PD anywhere 'cause he felt like they shoved his family's death under the rug and he's taking matters into his own hands, and Kuseno took Genos in

fucking LEGITIMATELY all I wanted was to write Genos sucking off a gun while he was tied up and now we're. Here ;;;;;

#when i got this ask i was at work and turned to my friend and was like #PLEASE #I DON'T KNOW #IS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT THEY ARE SAD AND BAD #are you not SATISFIED T00000T #please don't put me on the spot to figure out my own story XD #but also please do #it's fuckin. every time i open it it's lowkey stressin me out #like the core of this fic is still saitama R A I L I N G genos #but it's gone from 'i want to write that kink' to 'wow i want them to slowly and painfully fall into inescapable love with each other #while saitama is R A I L I N G genos' #fic #risky business #hitman!au

[gothic-thoughts]

Slow on the Internet

(idek how i found this pic of him but im SO glad this shit exists😭)

(AGED UP) Yuji Itadori x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Streamer!Yuuji, Shy!Reader, RoommateAU, Friends2Lovers

CW: oblivious Yuuji 😭😭, yuuji talking to his twitch chat, reader speaks some Japanese 🤝🏾 Yuuji speaks some English, not proofread

Word Count: 1701

any Japanese is written in Romaji and confirmed by DeepL

It was 10 pm, Itadori was sitting in his gaming headphones on his stylish armchair, playing a popular game while Spotify was quietly playing a mellow song in the background.

"Guys, the stream's gonna be a little quiet, I don't want to wake my roommate."

Itadori tried not to make too much noise, talking quietly to his audience.

- Which one?

- Is it (Y/n)??

- Megumi or the American girl you brought on a while ago?

- The girl??

 "Yes, I’m talking about (Y/n). Megumi's out for the night. Uh, for those new to stream, a couple streams ago..." Yuuji laughs into his hand, "Like 3 streams ago, I forced my roommate, (Y/n), to make a... commentary vid with me."

- You should force her back fr 👀👀

- Bring her back, yall were cute

- You guys chemistry was adorable, u sure she's just a roomie??👀👀

He laughed at the comments, a little embarrassed at the idea of having chemistry with his roommate, but it was sweet of them to think that. He shook his head and laughed, trying to brush it off as a friendly relationship.

"Shut up, it’s a normal amount of chemistry! I like to think we have a cool dynamic.”

- UR TELLING ME U DON'T LIKE HER??

- denial isn’t healthy, Itadori

- but does she want to STAY ur friend??

It was flattering how invested they were in a relationship between him and (Y/n). He wasn't sure what his chat was implying, surely they were teasing him. There was a little part of him that liked and even agreed with his chat's implications. He was glad they were taking so much interest in his friendship with (Y/n). It was sweet.

"I- what are you guys saying?" He laughed nervously, his cheeks red.

- THAT SHE LIKES U DUH

- U LIKE EACH OTHER??

- ITADORI UR FUMBLING

"You really think my roommate likes me? Really?"

- YES

- The only she could make it more obvious was if she kissed you like r u srs 😭😭

- Does she take or borrow ur stuff a bunch?

"Oh yeah, all the time." He laughed, nodding. "Like she'll use my body soap and won’t give it back unless I ask. Sometimes she'll even just take my clothes and leave them somewhere in her heya (room); sore wa wakaranai (I don't get that)."

- Bro cuz she likes u

- YUUJI WHAT

- She got it bad too. Both of u do

- AND U FRIENDZONED HER??

His heart was beginning to race a little as his chat spoke and said all these things. He laughed nervously, but he didn't deny any of their comments. He wondered if all these things actually were happening because she did have feelings for him.

"No, no I didn't... did I?"

- How do u curve a goddess BY ACCIDENT?

- Rejecting someone by accident is crazy

- She is fine asf lowkey

He shivered a little as his chat continued, making him begin to feel a little bad for keeping his feelings to himself and even stupid when realizing that he wasn’t reading her feelings correctly.

"I don't know, I mean.... it never crossed my mind that she really liked me. Maybe... but she just did small things."

He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what to say. "I didn’t think she’d like me, I thought she was just doing it cuz she’s still fairly new to Japan. Aside from the fact that she’s out of my league."

- is it because she's older than you?

- I dont even think ur age gap is even that big smh

- how old is she anyway? U look about the same age

- Ik ur 21 but how old is (Y/n)?

"How old? She's 23, but still..."

He rubbed the back of his neck, his face red. He just didn't know what to say so he just laughed nervously. They kept describing her and it made him feel bad, thinking that he had been doing this to her, hopefully she still liked him so he could try again.

- ONLY 2 YEARS AND U STRESSIN BOUT AN AGE GAP???

- If you don't GO CONFESS LIKE AN ADULT😭😭

- Ur both young adults so age is just a number fr

- Yuuji, don't piss me off 🙄😤

Itadori couldn't help but laugh the more he read, unable to deny the comments that his chat was making. It felt like his chat had read his mind.  

"Okay okay, wakattyo (i get it)! She likes me, I might like her, age isn't an issue. What am I supposed to do though?"

- Talk to her wat 😭😭

- UH TALK TO HER??

- Ask her out duh.

He laughed and read the comments. His chat was making it so simple.

"Come on guys, it can't be that simple. I live with her! What if she doesn't feel the same and things end up being awkward?"

Itadori jumps out of his chair, his heart beating out of his chest when he hears the only other person in the house knock on his bedroom door. Shit. Of course. He then realized he had his stream on the whole time so she definitely heard everything. He got up and walked over to his door. He cracked open the door, peeking through with his cheeks still red.

“Hey, Yuu.”

"Hey... did you hear nandemo (anything)?"

"Hear what?" (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows, "You on the phone?”

He paused and smiled, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I was just making sure I wasn’t being too, um, loud. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was, but I woke up wanting something sweet. I'm running to the konbini, nani ka hoshi mono wa?"

“Yeah, sure.” He paused, thinking of something, "Can you get me some ichigo pocky?"

“Honto ni? I was gonna get the same thing.”

He laughed, her answer surprised him. "Really?"

“Yea. Alright, I'll be right back."

He smiles, waiting for her to come back. He had so many thoughts, so much to process about the stuff his chat said and his own feelings for her. He waited for her to come back with the strawberry pocky.

- Well???

- Did she seem to like u??

- What she say?

“There's really no reason for me not to like her, ya know? I'm starting to think I like her back, really like her, she’s so sweet." He rubbed his neck, feeling guilty, "You guys were right, I've been rejecting her by accident. When she gets back, I want to tell her."

- YAAY

- LETSSGOOO

- THATS MY BOY

- GAMER BF + SHY GF FTW

The comments made him smile even brighter. The chat called her his girlfriend, but he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. He could only hope she'd respond positively.

"Shut up guys, I'm not her boyfriend.... well, yet hopefully."

20 minutes later, she walks into his room with snacks and a few drinks in a bag. He didn't expect her to come back so fast but it made him grateful. He was smiling wide as he took off his headphones and paused his game again, realizing how cute she was when she was just being herself. (Y/n) pauses in his doorway with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“Are--” She lowered her voice, “Are you streaming?”

"Uh, heh yeah. Uh, my chat they made me see something. It has to do with you."

“Oh god...” She chuckles and waves shyly at the camera, walking over, “They don't want me on another stream, do they?”

His chat was blowing up with comments, excited at the appearance of his roommate again. "Shut up guys, I swear. It wasn't planned. Anyway, you don't have to come near the camera.”

“I don’t, good; I was freaking out already.” She laughs.

“Do you mind if I keep streaming while we talk?"

“Uh... sure, why?” She hands him a soda and the boxes of pocky then backs out of the camera, “You making me nervous~”

"Yeah, sorry. They've really grown to like you, so they're excited to see you again."

“I was only in one stream!”

"I know, I know, but they really liked you. So every time you show up again, they get really excited because they love seeing more of you."

“I didn’t know I had fans; is that what you wanted to tell me?”

He sighed, "No, it's not. There's something else."

“Mkay...?”

"Alright.” He takes a deep breath and stands, hoping he doesn’t make a fool of himself, “So chat made me realize that I’m a biggest idiot in the world. I... I like you, (Y/n).”

“You're...” (Y/n) chuckles uncomfortably, “You’re joking? Kore wa jyooku desu ka?”

"No, no. I mean it. They helped me realize that you liked me so I wanted to tell you that.”

“But I thought you didn't like me.”

"Yeah, well, I thought I didn't, I realized it after they pointed out how we treat each other. And they were right.”

“So you were rejecting me... by accident?!”

“I just thought you'd stick around me cuz you’re still a little new to Japan!"

“Yuuji, I've lived here for like 5 months now!”

“Yeah, but I thought, like... I don’t know!”

“God, you be so clueless sometimes.” She sighs deeply, “Since I know now, finish your stream and we can eat the snacks and maybe, uh, eiga o miru?"

Itadori froze. “Movie? You... want to watch a movie with me?"

“Seems like the only thing to do this late at night," She chuckles, "Everything but the convenience store is closed this late."

"Hell yeah, I’d love to!”

(Y/n) laughs, “Mkay, lemme know when you’re done.”

(Y/n) leaves his room with the bag of her sweets and closes the door. Yuuji sits back down in his chair with a wide smile on his face as he starts playing his game again. He was so focused on finishing it for his stream and going to watch the movie that he wasn’t reading the chat’s confused and riled comments. He finally looked over at them and laughed, pausing the game:

- ITADORI IF U DON'T END THE STREAM

- GO BRO

- END STREAM

- STREAM TMR TF

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(a/n): unfortunately not sponsored by strawberry pocky cuz 🤤🤤

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #x black reader #black reader #x black fem reader #black writers #jujutsu kaisen #black fem reader #yuuji x reader #jjk yuuji #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #itadori yuuji fluff #yuuji itadori fluff #yuji x reader #itadori yuuji

[auteurdelabre]

Dare to Surrender [Javier Pena x Reader]

Dare to Surrender

Pairing: Javier Pena x f!reader [no name/ physical description/no use of y/n]

Words: 4.8

“First to come loses.”

You can’t stand Javier Pena but when Steve Murphy makes an off-hand remark that gets both you and Javier’s competitive sides going, there’s no telling how far you’ll go.

A/N: This is porn with a dash of plot because my other story is angsty and stressin’ too many people out. If there’s any interest I’ll turn this into a series ‘cuz I like Javier Pena, that sweet slutty Narcos agent with a heart secretly of gold. AKA COMMENT AND I'LL MAKE MORE.

You absolutely loathe Javier Peña 

Not just because he's arrogant.

Not just because he strides around the embassy like he owns it. 

Not just because when you were hired by Noonan to help he and Murphy with the Escobar case he treated you like shit for the entire first month. 

But because he's all of those things plus a serial womanizer. 

Peña knows he turns the heads of most of the women here in the embassy. He's slept with most if not all of the secretaries. Even some of the lower level analysts have been found in the dark corner of the American bar you all frequent, pressed tightly between Peña and the wall. 

And for some reason this really pisses you off. As a woman maybe it's just that you're so over the playboy angle he tries with everyone. You came to work here because you thought it'd be a place populated with professional agents and exciting adventures. So far it's you poring over files while Javier Peña goes off and gets the glory. 

He sails into work today while you and Murphy sit across from one another at one of the wide tables. You've been there since seven exchanging intel from your last visit into town. He swans over to your side of the table, his dark eyes scanning the photographs you and Murphy have been discussing. 

Peña moves to tilt against the table, one lean leg crossed over the other at the ankle. His arms hang loosely crossed over his broad chest.

"I need the Ramirez file," he rasps from above you. 

"Not your secretary Peña," you say without looking up from the table. "Get it yourself."

"You had it last."

"And I put it back in the cabinet."

"Looked there."

"No you didn't," you say slamming your palm onto the table in frustration. "You just got in."

Peña has completely distracted you from your line of thought and you give an angry grunt. His lips curl into a slow smirk as you glare up at him. 

Murphy shoots you both an exasperated look, knowing exactly what this is ramping up to be. It's what it always ramps up to be. He watches you turn back to your work as Peña smirks down at the top of your head.

"A bit early to be so wound up," Peña muses, popping a cigarette between his lips. "Need to release some of that tension, Osita."

You immediately bristle at the nickname. Osita. Little Bear. Given to you by Peña at the end of your first week because he claims you look innocent but you're terrifying when provoked. 

"It's not early Peña," you snap back, your hands curving into fists under the table. "You just never show up on time." 

You and Peña arguing is a hallmark in this department. From your first day here Peña has done everything in his power to drive you up the wall and like a cornered animal you've felt compelled to respond in kind. 

After four months however, it seems Murphy has had it and murmurs just loud enough for you both to hear: 

"Oh just fuck each other and get it over with."

Blood immediately rushes to your cheeks as you dart your gaze up from the papers and Peña's eyes have gone owlish in his face as he stares at his partner.

Murphy seems to feel your dual gazes on him because his cheeks pink and he stands muttering that he needs to grab something from Carillo's office. You and Peña watch him leave, your bodies stiff.  When the door finally closes behind Murphy you’re both left staring after him in silence. As per usual it's Peña and his big mouth that breaks the quiet first. 

"Maybe he's right."

You hold your head in your hands completely exasperated. Your fingers press gently against your eyes. "Are you seriously talking about this right now?"

"What's the harm?"

"Besides complete unprofessional-ism?"  You begin gathering your notes and photographs into a little pile. Your trembling hands betray you though and as an agent trained to observe everything, this does not go unnoticed by Javier.

"So pent up," Peña murmurs, as his eyes skate over your down turned face. "You really do need some release."

"And you're the one who's gonna do that?" you roll your eyes, not thinking about what you’re saying.  Javier’s eyes darken if possible, desire licking the irises.  

"I could be."

"Hard to imagine how that'd happen since I can't fucking stand you."

"You don't need to like me to sleep with me," Peña reasons unabashed as he follows you away from the table and towards the coffee maker in the far corner. "I should know. Most of the women we work with can't stand me. At least not until they're bouncing on my cock, begging for more."

You stumble walking at his last sentence, his words filthy and shocking. You try to regain your composure, pouring a fresh cup of the cheap coffee they have here as you talk over your shoulder. 

 "So what, I sleep with you and you think that'll make me like you?"

"Don't care if you like me," Peña shrugs, his voice a quiet rasp.

Javier stands with his hip angled against the counter. His palm rests there, watching you busy yourself with adding more sugars to the bitter coffee.  He smirks when you take another sip, cringing at the burnt flavor.

"Just want to see what you look like when you finally surrender to me, osita."

His plush lips have curved into a smile at that. You scowl over your mug, narrowing your eyes at him. 

"I'd never surrender to you, Peña."

"Is that a challenge?" He raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"Not a challenge," you answer with a scoff. "Just the truth." 

///

Javier knows it's a challenge and it's one he's only too eager to win. He can't wait to knock you off your high horse. 

Ever since you started here you act like you're better than everyone else. You think long hours equates with being a good agent but the fact of the matter is some people are born with it. Javier Peña considers himself one of those. You’re good at your job, but you work at it too hard. You are tense because it doesn’t come naturally to you.

He really doesn't like having you in his office. He wishes he could say it's because you're bad at your job. But you're not. 

No, his reasons for not wanting you in his office are far more carnal. 

You’re just a major distraction.

He'd tried to pick you up your first week here. Mentioned the bar everyone went to after work but you'd been so adamantly against it. He'd assumed this was nerves from your first day and tried again later that week.  

But when his knuckles had brushed along your upper arm you'd pulled back and told him to keep his hands to himself, shooting a scowl at him, baring your teeth. It’s when the nickname had been invented. Osita.

He'd done as you asked, never so much as brushing against you when you passed in the halls. 

You don't want him, it's obvious. So of course that just makes him want you more. It makes his cock ache just thinking about all the filthy things he wants to do to you. 

Steve's off-hand comment about you two fucking had surprised Javier, belatedly amusing him. But then he'd caught your reaction out the corner of his eye. The flush along your cheeks had given him an inkling. It was the trembling hands that had given you away. 

Emboldened he watches you sipping your coffee and glaring at him. He tilts his head, playfully looking you over. You give him a wary look, going to move from him when he snaps his hand out, curling it around your wrist and tugging you back against his chest. 

"C'mon Osita," he purrs in a way he knows other women love. "Just surrender to me. I'll make you feel so fucking good."

He doesn’t know why but he’s stuck on that word; surrender.  Javier thinks it’s because it’s more than just giving in, it’s the submission interlaced with the yielding and that excites him.

He doesn't miss the way you swallow before shooting daggers at him, your coffee spilling droplets onto the floor. You wrench your arm out of his grip and drop into your rolling chair. 

"Never."

He watches you with narrowed eyes as you begin typing away on the typewriter. He thinks he’ll forget the whole thing and goes to throw himself into his own chair, desperate for a cigarette. He glances over at you and it’s the sight of your pink tongue lodged directly in the left hand corner of your mouth as you type that makes him stop.

For some reason that flash of tongue has his neck warm.

You gasp in surprise as he spins you in the chair to face him before backing it against the desk. His large palms are on either side of the desk as he tilts his face to yours, his voice pitched sinfully low. 

"Afraid you'll like it too much? Afraid that under all those insults you might just want me?" Peña gives you another playful look, his eyes dancing. "You claim you won't surrender but I'm not so sure."

"You could fuck me every which way from Sunday and I would never surrender to you." 

He doesn't miss the way your eyes dart to his mouth before his eyes and suddenly he knows.

///

You hate him but you want him. 

You want to know why every woman unravels when he walks by. How women you respect turn into fluttering idiots when he smiles at them. 

You're shamed at how much you want it. Because he's not a person you particularly like. He's unpleasant and unprofessional. 

And yet there is something that you haven't been able to see. Something others have and this insatiable curiosity have you staring at Javier's full mouth wondering if he uses it as well as the secretary's you've overheard say he does. 

"So then don't come," Javier challenges you, his mouth so close you could kiss him. "If you're so convinced I won't have you screaming my name then what's stopping you?"

"Because what you're suggesting is I just lay back and let you fuck me, Peña." You roll your eyes again. "How is that appealing at all?"

Javier thinks of you bouncing on his cock and decides that this is more than appealing.

"Let's make it interesting. A challenge.” He holds in a smirk when he sees your posture change. You’re interested. Just as in your work, you want to know more, to experience more.

“What’s the challenge?”

“First to come loses."

You stare openly mouthed for a moment. "Are you a teenager? What kind of challenge is that?

"A challenge that helps us both release some of that tension, Osita." You don't bristle when you feel Peña's fingers begin trailing along the collar of your blouse.  

"Not good enough," you say. 

"Paperwork done for a week."

"A month."

"Deal. I'll get tested this weekend."

You're shocked at how quickly he folds. And you're more than a little excited at the thought of having all your paperwork done for you for an entire month. 

"Eager aren't we?" You say with a sneer. 

"To have you ride my cock and then be stuck doing my backlog of paperwork all month?" Peña smiles widely. "Fuck yeah I am."

///

The following week moves sluggishly. You're distracted by a development in your findings. Something for the analysts to check out, not Peña and Murphy so you don’t see much of them that Monday. Instead you spend a lot of time in the surveyed neighborhood trying to pinpoint where one of the photos from the evidence folder was taken. Your day is long and uneventful and you go home irritated.

On Tuesday Peña walks by your desk, dropping a piece of paper next to your hand without pausing. It's his papers from the clinic confirming that he's clean and good to go. You don't say anything to him. You don't ever indicate that you've read it. You go back to the file on Guarra and work steadily through the day. 

On Wednesday he asks you to get a drink after work. You're busy so you decline. He looks irritated but manages to smile serenely at the new receptionist who comes up to you both to ask for directions to Noonan’s office. 

He asks you for drinks again on Thursday and you again decline. You don't feel like celebrating anything. You feel impossibly wound up. You’re no closer to figuring out where the photograph was taken than Monday and it feels like failure.

That afternoon on your way to look at some microfiche you're pulled into one of the un-used offices by a very flustered Javier.  He herds you into the office, grabbing your wrist and tugging you inside before closing the door.

The office is barren, only a desk and a stack of files remain. It’s due for refurbishments.

"What do you need, Peña? And why did you have to drag me in here?"

He paces back and forth in front of you, rubbing at his lower lip as he stares at you, his face contorted in displeasure. 

"I thought we were doing this." 

He doesn't need to explain what "this" is. It's pretty clear from the way his eyes are travelling the length of your body.  

"We are," you defend. 

"When?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "When it feels right?"

You're not expecting him to launch himself at you, his hands coming to cup your cheeks as he kisses you, crowding you against the wall. His lips are plush and insistent as he licks into your mouth, his body firm as he presses against you. His hands fly to your zipper, attempting to lower it as his kisses grow more insistent.

"The fuck-" you wrench your mouth from his, batting his hands away. "What are you doing, Javier?"

You're so shocked by his behavior that you use his first name. He's looking at you with a glazed look. 

"It felt right?" he offers. 

"Christ," you say disgustedly. "If this is what I'm up against I feel a lot more confident that I'll really enjoy my free nights not doing paperwork." 

Javier starts to say something but you're moving from the room, closing the door behind you. 

///

It's not until the following week that it happens and you don’t even mean for it to. 

It's a long day in the office. The three of you have been working diligently over the most recent file. You and Peña are so distracted by work that you don't even have time to argue with one another.

Halfway through the day you go to replenish your coffee, needing the extra caffeine. Javier follows behind you, reaching for the carafe and pouring into your mug first. 

"Bets off," he tells you with a murmur that Murphy can't hear. He fills his own mug, returning the carafe to the machine. You’re halfway through pouring sugar into your mug when you stop.

"Why?"

"I have a date tonight," Javier replies, his eyes on his coffee and then your face, staring harshly into it. "And she's a sure thing."

You immediately stiffen before you remember yourself, shrugging your shoulders. "Have fun."

It's pretty indicative of your own flawed character that as soon as Javier Peña takes himself off the table you suddenly want him. 

For the rest of the day you watch his broad shoulders move under the short sleeved button up he's worn. It's a pale blue that makes his caramel skin look creamier than usual. 

You watch when he saunters around the room in thought, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his pelvis leading the way. He walks like he fucks, you imagine. Languid and loose-hipped and impossible fucking sexy.

At one point Javier leans over you to grab one of the notes you made. When his skin brushes yours you feel your body respond in kind, your nipples tightening almost painfully under your blouse. 

"You feeling okay?" He murmurs next to you. "You look a little flushed."

You frown at him, moving away to deliver some of the files to the next office over. It's walking back when you pass that empty office from last week that you have an idea. 

///

Peña sits back in his chair, cigarette long forgotten in the ashtray. 

Steve is muttering about needing the last of these files fact checked before you submit them to Noonan tomorrow. So much of this job is fucking paperwork.

“You paying attention, Javi? I said are you free to follow up on these tonight? It’s me and Connie’s anniversary and she’ll kill me if I work late again.”

Peña looks over to Steve and remembers himself. “Yeah. Sure. Of course.”

What does it matter? Another night working is another night he doesn’t have to fuck his hand in the shower thinking about your mouth. He’s thinking about your mouth when the door to the office opens and you re-appear.

"Peña I need help in the file department," you say with a casual indifference that you adopt whenever you speak with him.

"I'll go," Murphy offers, knowing that the two of you together usually spells trouble. He has no desire for more fighting between the two of you.  

Peña sees the panic cross your features. Unexpected. Why wouldn't you want Steve to -

Oh. 

Oh.

"I got it Murphy," Peña says standing abruptly. "I gotta talk to Everson anyway."

He sees the flash of gratitude cover your features before it’s replaced by that inscrutable gaze you wear here every day. Murphy shrugs; happy to be relieved of what he sometimes feels is refereeing the two of you.

Javier and you walk down the hall, shoulders grazing intermittently. Javier sneaks a glance to see you have a glazed look to your eyes, daydreaming.  You look good today. Hair a bit dishevelled, cheeks a bit flushed. 

When you push the door to the empty office open Javier can barely believe it. He walks in, still unsure if this is what he thinks it is. He moves to the desk, absently fingering the old files there before turning to face you.

You look uncertain at first, licking your lips before striding over to him and pushing him gently by the chest until he’s sitting on the edge of the desk. You step in between his legs, blinking quickly at him before lowering your mouth to his.

You kiss him harshly, no affection in it at all. Your teeth almost clack together with the speed in which you act. Your hands work independently of your brain, needing to run through his dark tresses. You taste him, licking along the seam of his lips before he parts his mouth, allowing you to dip your tongue along his. Finally you pull back, breathing shallowly.

"At work?" Javier tuts even as his body breaks out into anticipatory goose bumps. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Javier smiles against your mouth when you kiss him again. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull his mouth closer, harder, when his arms circle your waist, practically dragging you against his chest as your kiss deepens.

"I have that date," Javier reminds you, but his hands are still circling your waist, holding you there in the vee of his legs

"Cancel it," you order as your nose nuzzles at his neck, your mouth pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his jugular. "Cancel it so I can win this bet."

///

Peña lets out a small chuckle that you feel vibrating against your mouth. Your mouth is moving over his again and he’s groaning. You are shocked at how different this kiss feels from last week. The desire that wraps itself around your spine. You’re absolutely floored when you hear a small whimper and realize it’s you. You pull back from him, horrified and embarrassed.

Javier’s hair is fluffed from your hands carding through it, his mouth puffy from your kisses and for a moment you’re taken aback by the realization that Javier Peña is pretty.  Can a man be pretty? Yes, you decide, a man like Javier can.

You need to do this fast. If you think about it too much you're going to chicken out. Even now you start to worry that people outside this office can hear you.

"They can't hear us," Javier says as if he can read your mind. "These offices are built to host private meetings. Can't hear much on the other side unless your ear is pressed up against it."

You feel like you can imagine that Javier has done just that in the past when he’s been desperate for intel and you hold in a giggle. Javier tilts forward, preparing to kiss you again and you pull back. You don't want any more of that. You don’t need the intimacy of kissing.

You just want him to fuck you so you can win this bet. 

He's still sitting along the edge of the desk, so you tug him by the wrists to a stand. Without ceremony you drop to your knees, your hands reaching for the button and fly of his jeans. Peña's eyes widen, watching. 

"What are-"

"Don't be nice," you interrupt him huskily. "Fuck my mouth how you’ve always wanted."

Javier takes a sharp breath in at this, his hands moving to grip in your hair.  

"Who says I don't imagine it nice?"

"Because I know you Peña," you say, your hand reaching inside to find his bare cock warm and throbbing. Of course he goes commando. "You're more comfortable with brutality."

"Thought you knew me better than that," Javier defends. "Might fuck you hard but not mean."

You hold in the urge to roll your eyes. Is this what Javier thinks women want to hear? He's completely out now and twitching in your hand. You dip down to drag your flattened tongue along the rosy head, enjoying how he shudders. 

"Fuck it hard, then."

You move your mouth over the head, your eyes glued to Javier's face to see his reaction. His eyes immediately shutter, watching you through parted lips. When you take him deeper he groans, gripping the edge of the desk behind him for purchase.

Bingo.

Javier Peña may be a lot of things, but at the end of the day he’s still a man. And you’ve never known a man to turn down a blow job.

///

If Javier had known this is what your mouth felt like, he would have pursued you much harder, much earlier.

He didn’t expect this from you. Not at all. He thought you’d chicken out after a heavy make-out session. He thought maybe he could convince you to come with him to the bar after work and then after that he’d see if you wanted to go home with him.

But then you slipped down to your knees with such fluidity that it took him a moment to figure out what you were doing.

Don’t be nice. Fuck my mouth like you’ve wanted to. Do it hard.

Peña doesn’t know where you got the idea that he’d want to be mean to you. Has he really ever been aggressive in a cruel way to you? That thought upsets him but he doesn’t have time to think about that because now your mouth is wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue dancing around the seam and he feels his knees buckling.

“Jesus,” he gasps out, not ready for the scorch of your sweet mouth or the way your eyes fall shut when you take him between your lips.  He looks down the length of his body to see your head moving lazily to the side, the architecture of your jaw delicate as you tilt and invite his cock further in.  He feels his stomach tense dangerously quick.

Get a grip, Peña. You promised she’d surrender.

///

You feel something in Javier change, his stance readying itself. It’s not until you feel his hand coming to drift through your hair that your eyes part, looking up his body to his face. It’s tilted down, his mouth full and damp.

"Pretty," Javier concedes when he looks down at your mouth stuffed full of him. "So pretty.”

Shit. You don’t like how his voice rasps saying that. The voice that you always found grating and annoying now seems honeyed and alluring. His fingers are so soft, brushing the hair back from your face as you continue to bob your mouth along his cock.

“You like swallowing cock pretty girl?"

You don't like pet names. You find them demeaning and embarrassing. But something tingles in response to the dark desire in Peña voice when he calls you pretty girl. He doesn’t seem to notice its effect and you thank the heavens above because you’re sure if he did he wouldn’t hesitate to use it to his advantage.

"You do it a lot?" Javier purrs when you don’t answer him, his fingers trailing along your jaw. "Mouth and tongue this fucking good, you must." 

You moan against him, letting him inch his way along your tongue. The vibrations cause him to groan, a pleasured smile creasing his features and you realize he’s nowhere near coming. You’re going to be here sucking Javier’s dick for hours. And if he keeps talking to you in that voice with those words you’re very concerned that your fingers are going to find their way under your skirt and something is going to happen.

No. You are not going to lose.

Javier, confident that he can fuck your mouth without consequence lets out a strangled choke when you grip him by the hips and force the entire length of him into your wet and waiting mouth. He hits the back of your throat, causing you to hold in a gag.

You're staring up at him as you do so you see the second that the flip happens. The way his eyes roll into the back of his head for a moment, his hand tightening in your hair, pulling. The other gripping the desk so tightly you’re concerned it may splinter.

He’s close. You can feel it in the stuttering of his hips and the way he’s groaning and panting and on the verge of whimpering. Actually whimpering.

"No," Javier says moaning. "You gotta stop."

Even as he says it his hips are thrusting against your mouth, his cock sliding over your tongue. You don’t even have to move, he’s fucking into your mouth so harshly and so deeply you know he’s lost all control.

“Gotta… Gotta… sto-“ he can’t even get out the words. His hand is fisting through your hair, pulling your head to bob against him, using your mouth for his pleasure and you’re shocked at how turned on you are.

He's going to come. You're going to win. 

There’s a part of you that’s disappointed. After all the legendary stories you’d heard about Javier Peña's libido and sexual prowess you didn't expect him to explode in your mouth within minutes. 

"So good," he grunts, his cock forcing your mouth wider. He can't stop fucking your mouth. He can’t ever stop feeling this good. He needs more; he needs it to go deeper, he needs-

"Someone in here?" 

This muffed sound is followed by a loud knock and the rattling of the door to find it locked. Javier immediately slides from your mouth, his cock still pulsing.

Immediately you both still, your eyes going to the door. You both hear someone mutter about the janitor and keys and then the footsteps begin receding.

You're still on your knees and a wild desperate part of you thinking that you could make him come before the janitor gets back the keys to the door. You dip your head forward, so close to taking him into your mouth again. 

"I don't- hey, get up," Javier says suddenly. He's reaching down hooking his hands under your arms and bringing you to a stand. You think he’s going to kiss you, but his mouth moves to your ear.  

"You think I don't know what you're doing?" Peña rasps against your cheek. "You think you'll get me to fold that easily? Fuck your mouth and get it over with? I'm not a fucking teenager."

“Didn’t seem that way to me,” you say smugly, wiping your damp mouth with the back of your hand. You don’t miss the way Javier’s cock twitches before he tucks himself away in those tight jeans.

“I was letting you enjoy yourself,” he insists, his voice dragged from the bottom of his boots. “Seemed you really knew what you were doing. Didn’t want to ruin your fun.”

"Keep telling yourself that Peña,” you goad, feeling impossibly proud of yourself. “Because from where I was sitting, it actually looked like I was pretty damn close to winning."

Javier’s jaw tightens and before he leaves you, he rasps out over his shoulder.

"Close only counts in horseshoes, osita."

#javier pena #javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #a03 #a03 fanfic

[wongyuuu]

seventeen as song from lover (ts)

a/n: for this, i'll be giving songs and lyrics to each of the members, as well as small plots based on those lyrics. i don't plan to write all of these, but they are still my ideas (as basic as some of them might be). so if you are interested in writing one of them, you can message me about it. if you want to read one of them you can send in a request and i'll write for you

red | 1989 | reputation | lover | folklore | midnights

• Seungcheol ➝ Cruel Summer Fever dream high in the quiet of the night You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) ↳ Seungcheol was infamous, the bad boy like you see in the movie, and god you wanted him.

• Jeonghan ➝ Afterglow This ultraviolet morning light below Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh↳ Jeonghan was never one to lose his patience with people, least of all you. But one day a fight gets out of control and it leaves you wondering if your relationship has come to an end. ↣ read here

• Joshua ➝ Lover And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years? ↳ you’re scared you might be falling in love a little way quickly for Joshua

• Jun ➝ Cornelia Street And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away I'd never walk Cornelia Street again ↳ A year after the end of your relationship with Jun, you go back to the small apartment you used to share. To your surprise, Jun is next door to you.

• Hoshi ➝ Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince I counted days, I counted miles To see you there, to see you there It's been a long time coming, but ↳ one day you got a letter in the mail by mistake from someone named soonyoung. You spend years going back and forth with the letters until you finally meet each other.

• Wonwoo ➝ False God I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me, honey Hell is when I fight with you ↳ you and Wonwoo never fought before, at least not to the point where both of you were screaming at each other.

• Jihoon ➝ The Archer I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you ↳ for years you had a one-sided crush on Jihoon. You planned to confess your feelings many times but failed at every single opportunity.

• Minghao ➝ London Boy Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride Babes, don't threaten me with a good time ↳ Minghao is always one to see the beauty where most people see none, so when he drags you out of your apartment on a particularly rainy day you don’t complain, sure that whatever it is that he planned is a perfect date.

• Mingyu ➝ Paper Rings I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this ↳ Mingyu had always been your best friend and that line had never been crossed before, then, one day, you woke up naked in his bed with a vivid memory of the previous night. ↣ read here

• Seokmin ➝ I Think He Knows He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm 17, nobody understands No one understands ↳ there was nothing in the world you loved more than Seokmin’s smile.

• Vernon - You Need To Calm Down And I ain't tryna mess with your self-expression But I've learned a lesson that stressin' and obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun ↳ nothing can make Vernon mad but you’re adamant about proving him wrong

• Seungkwan ➝ Death By a Thousand Cuts I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby ↳ in which Seungkwan drunk calls you, his ex, and finally tells you all the feelings he kept to himself for months.↣ read here

• Chan ➝ Daylight I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight ↳ it was impossible not to compare Chan to a ray of sunshine, especially after he was the one who brought you back to life

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a/n: somehow three of these could become smut and i'm thinking of writing them that way

#k-labels #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #hong joshua #moon junhui #kwon soonyoung #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #xu minghao #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #chwe hansol #boo seungkwan #lee chan #taylor swift

[bitchy-w1tchy]

Anfuu analysis

Anime onlys: I would highly recommend not reading any further because I will be discussing a lot of shit that happens way past episode 10 in the anime.

This is long, sorry

Lemme say first off that I really have not seen a relationship like Andy and Fuuko's before (granted my only other shonen series I have been into were Fairy Tail and AOT). From what I have seen in other shonen, which I normally can't get into because they're pretty cookie cutter imo, romance doesn't happen right off the bat.

Undead Unluck would not be a thing if Fuuko and Andy didn't have a relationship. I'm a damn sucker for romance and the second I saw the dynamic between them in the first episode, I knew I was in for a helluva ride.

So in the beginning, it is obvious that Andy is using her. He has admitted to it multiple times, there's no hiding it. My guy wanted to die and saw someone who could potentially give him a proper death and he wasn't going to let that opportunity slip through his fingers.

Up until the end of Spoil, Andy saving Fuuko, protecting her, teasing her, that was all for his personal gain. He didn't take into account that she had been touch deprived for ten years, living vicariously through her shojo manga. Andy called her a pushover many times but I don't think she was. She loved the fact that she could touch someone without them dying. In a short amount of time, she got to live out a ton of different scenarios that only her shojo mango could provide her and I think she was in love with the idea that she could finally start living a little.

Going back to the Spoil arc, after Fuuko saves Andy from Victhor, that's when the dynamic starts to change a little bit. Fuuko saved Andy. She got him back. And Andy FOR SURE saw that. She wasn't some brat to him anymore. Does he love her at this point? No. But he definitely respects her and wants to continue to protect her. He doesn't JUST see her as a personal asset anymore.

And we are that in the Unrepair arc, when Fuuko gets hit by Rip's scalpel, Andy loses it and has to collect himself before returning to the fight, not only that is that Fuuko had to reassure him that she was fine.

Fuuko is not a damsel in distress and Andy sees that, allowing her to fight alongside him (even if she is just piggybacking). Andy recognizes that he can be stronger with her Unluck and it makes me so damn happy that she isn't cast on the sidelines during fights (thank you tozuka)

ANYWAYS

Autumn arc is where we start cooking, fr. Fuuko admits she loves Andy. Is she in love with him? No. But she is starting to fall. She spent 10 years with him in that damned book. And Andy definitely loved her too. They helped each other grow. And when they came out of that book they were stronger than ever.

Before Fuuko goes with Under, it was blatantly obvious that Andy did not want her to go. At this point, he does not like being away from her at all. But there is a huge amount of trust there so he lets her go.

But man's was STRESSIN the whole time she was gone, not sleeping or nothing until her heard from her. Not only that is Fuuko admits that she is in love with Andy, realizing it now that she has been away from him for only a couple days. Not only that is Unchaste doesn't work on her because she truly loves someone unconditionally.

Now, before I go into the rest of Spring and into Ragnarok, I'm gonna say that Andy does not know how to deal with his feelings. His inner dialogue and the way he speaks to Fuuko are not matching up at all. Before he admits he loves her, (God damn it I wish she heard him), he's looking back on their time together, how they both grew, how he treated her at first, etc.

At the end of Spring, he admits to himself that he can't die because he can't accept Fuuko's feelings properly. And why can't he? Because he's AFRAID.

But when he speaks to Fuuko he plays it off as, "now it's my turn to fall in love with you", kinda jokes around about it.

This is where I get controversial. By the time Spring ends, does Andy love Fuuko? Without a doubt, yes. Is he IN love with her? No.

Like I said, he is scared to accept her feelings. I do believe that if he could get past the barrier of his own feelings and accept her love then I truly believe he would fall head over heels with her in an instant. His feelings are what's holding him back.

So why is he so afraid? Because I think that if he admits he is in love with Fuuko and accepts Fuuko's feelings, then he won't want to die like he has wanted for 2 centuries. And if he DOES die, then he leaves behind a heartbroken Fuuko.

I mean, come on, Fuuko gets shanked and Andy absolutely loses his shit. That's love.

I PISSED that Andy and Fuuko never got their proper talk before the Loop happened. But I'm hoping that when Andy decides to get his ass off the fucking sun (kidding), then we have a real talk between them because I'll tell you I am so sick of licking these anfuu crumbs off the fucking floor. (Bring my boy home)

(now I do think, at some point during the Ragnarok arc, he doesn't want to die anymore. His astral projection is that of an old man. He just wants to grow old.)

#andy x fuuko #anfuu #this took so long and the original got fucking deleted because tumblr sucks #undead unluck #uu spoilers #undead unluck manga #izumo fuuko #undead andy #unluck fuuko #they make me happy

[mxrtixnzwrld]

🧿 “we cry together” 🧿

pairing: Toji x reader

summary: the whole argument from the short film… yeaaa that’s you guys, word by word mostly

tropes: toxic relationships, arguments, angst no comfort

warnings: cussin, sex mentions, TOXICCC, a lilll bit of smut at the end, not proof read

This is what the world sounds like..

“I fuckin hate you! I can’t live like this…” you sobbed to yourself as you got ready for work. You felt tension and emotion stir as Toji sat in the other room grumbling.

“I swear I’m tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bitches,” he began loudly and leaned into his chair as you interrupt.

“Get the fuck out!”

“Unstable ass, confrontational ass, dumb bitches- you wanna bring a man down even when I’m tryna do right. We could go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life,” he huffed as you made your way to him now in his face.

“Fuck you, you love a pity party, I won't show up. Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker, grow up.” You bend at the waist to catch his eyes that burned with an anger that didn’t match his “nonchalant” demeanor all he did is readjust in his seat and silently meet your eyes.

“Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit- Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit!” You say snatching his phone up and stomping over to your counter making him get up to follow.

“What? Fuckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit. Bitch, I don't know shit, fuck yo' feelings-“ he begins coming up behind you before reaching for his phone which you move away from him. You turn and meet those same eyes.

“You on some hoe shit See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with me,” you out his phone in his pocket and continue.

“Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant- I know when you fake busy. Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology.” Your voice cracks as he reaches for your necklace.

“Bitch you trippin, who got you that Rollie Chain-“

“And who put that car in my name??”

“You think ima kiss yo ass?”

“Nah, your fuckin lame” the two of you go back and forth. You toss the necklace to the side and get in eachother face tossing the same insult back and forth until Toji breaks away and moves back to his seat.

You let out and aggravated breath and go to your room to find the papers on your bed as Toji once again begins following you around.

“Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you- Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you! Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin my cars up! Should followed my mind and just moved back home.” You refused to make eye contact with him anymore but he still continued.

“Oh, what, that's my fault now? Bitch, you power trippin', or guilt trippin'? I held yo' ass down-“

“You just kept me down, that's a big difference!” You sat down and continued getting ready for work as he stood in front of your way.

“Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough… Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us,” you sigh tiredly gettin up and in his face. Sayin anything to make him hurt the way he hurt you.

“Lil' dick-ass who can’t take care of his kids-“

“You was still suckin’ this dick tho-“

“Well shit I shoulda sucked his!”

His eye twitched as he tilted his head getting a little closer to you.

“Fuck you say?”

“I said I should have found a bigger dick!” You challenged clapping your hands each word for emphasis.

He backs up and you take the opportunity to grab you bag and leave laughing

“Aha you mad, lil feelins shot- go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got. Let her know you packin yo shit n gotta move by the first.” You turn to grab your keys but Toji grabs them first and holds them above him.

“Gimme my keys, ima be late to work.” You try and jump for them but he moves again.

“Fuck yo job today gon’ be the day you walk to that bitch-“

“Gimme my fuckin keys-“

“Nah, I like you parked in that bitch”

“Gimme my fuckin keys!” You continue to jump for your keys as Toji keeps moving eyein you and your sorry attempts with a smirk on his face.

“Ahh now you mad at me, I got you hollerin for nothin-“

“I do the same when we fuckin”

“Act like that pussy ain’t loose”

“I’d rather act like I’m cummin~”

“I’d rather fuck off the juice-“

“Id rather fuck on yo cousin-“

“Bitch you said you gon fuck who?”

“You heard me Toji it’s nun~”

You grin and he two of you go back into spitting the same insult back and forth. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. During the argument he attempted to lock himself in the bathroom but you came around the other side that connect to your bedroom.

You two take the argument to the living room where he turns on the ps4.

“I don't even know why I fuck with you-“

“I'll be damned if I stuck with you,”

“Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch.”

“Bitch, whatever is comfortable.”

“This the type of shit couples do?Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch,”

“Toji, you dirty and you broke~” you fix your stance to fake confidence.

“Ho, you goofy and gullible, fuck you talkin' 'bout?”

“The insecurities you got, won't mind fuck me- Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see~”

“Don't speak on my mama, the fuck is yo' problem?”

“That bitch don't like me anyways!”

“Bitch, she gave you the Honda-“

“And used that shit to throw it in my face.. Find it funny you just can't apologize;” you had moved and turned off the tv so all his attention was on you and your points. He sits on the couch manspread watching your every movement.

“Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies- See, you the reason why strong women fucked up! Why they say it's a man's world- See, you the reason for Trump,” tears shed your eyes as you move around your coffee table to get in his face.

“You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame- If you look, I don't speak, then I'm called out my name.”

You took a deep breath trying to regulate yourself but you’re so warm, raw and emotional that you couldn’t reason.

“I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained-You the reason bitches start fuckin' with bitches when they change!You the reason bitches start callin' y'all bitches 'cause y'all useless!!” He stands up and corners you on the side of your couch.

“Man, shut the fuck up! Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches; Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'-“

“Here you got shut the fuck up.”

“It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims. Let's talk the truth, women in general just can't get along.” You tell him to explain as you stand face to face for once tonight.

“Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone- Uh, uh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home.

Why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs then?”

“What the fuck is you talkin about?”

“Never mind bitch, I'm walkin' out,”

“Whatever, I'm off you now,” you roll your eyes

“Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt” you step towards him, you both look eachother up and down. The cycle will continue. You can’t help yourself, you know he’s bad for you but he’s just too good.

“Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth-“

“Pussy and mouth is all you got~”

“Lay this pussy back on the couch~”

“Doggie style, then you get on top.” His lips attack your neck with marks for just a moment before his hands reach your clothes and tears them off of you eying your body with anger and lust.

You position bend over on your couch hearing the sound of his belt and zipper before he enters with no warning causing a whine to draw out of you that was so submissive for him.

“Who dick small bitch?” He groaned holding your hips.

Authors note: Yeaa nun too much, I just really really love this song and the short film made with it.

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Touched : Chapter 3 : Connection

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience. If you are under the age of 18 do not read the content below. The following content has themes such as; Sexual Content, Pet Names(Princess/Good Girl), Oral Sex, Fingering, Penetration Sex, Unprotected Sex, Biting, Dry Humping, Sexual Slapping, Swearing, Body Worship, Edging, and others. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20. (This list may get updated with each new Chapter Update)

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Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Bakugou x F!Reader

Themes: Soulmates, Porn with Plot (This list may get updated with each new chapter update)

Summary: After Bakugou walks you home you two have a nice lovely wonderful chat in your kitchen.

Word Count: 3529

Tag List: @tjmaxx556 @cosmicbreathe @lavender99 @optimisticprime3 (if I got anyone's tag wrong I am very sorry)

A/N: Thank you to my beta readers "Huntress" and "Ribbon". This chapter is the first time I've ever let someone read a fic while I'm still writing it. I wanted to make sure the porn was not awful. I can't say if it's bad, but it's not awful. Hopefully. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I have a feeling I won't be able to get back it until I'm done with a shit tone of assignments. I am STRESSIN.

Your front door bursts open with a bang and Bakugou pushes it open with your back. He kicks the door closed behind him before sitting you up on the kitchen counter, his lips attached to yours.

Bakugou moves a hand on your lower back and pulls you closer, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls his kisses down your face to your jaw to your neck. You let out a moan which made him chuckle.

“I love how that sounds from this end.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver.

You loved how this felt in person. You loved how not just were able to feel his enjoyment through the soul bond, but you were experiencing it too.

Bakugou pushed the hem of your skirt to your hip before thrusting his hips against yours, making you moan. Bakugou let out a low breath, his hands slightly twitching.

It felt almost overwhelming to feel - through the bond - him wanting to be inside you while also feeling his hardened cock pressed against your core. The only reason why it wasn’t pushing in already was because of the clothing between you two.

Bakugou’s grip on you was becoming almost desperate as he held you close, kissed your neck and was pushing his body against yours. His want and desire for you were becoming overwhelming, making him feel as if he was going to explode. He bit your neck harshly, which made you let out a submissive whimper, driving him more insane than he already was. 

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.” He whispered into your ear before thrusting his hips against yours again.

You nodded your head, but Bakugou didn’t seem to like that response. 

“Use your big girl words, Y/N.” Bakugou cooed out, which only made you respond with lewd whimpers.

“I-I want you to rail me.” You whimpered.

“Good girl.” His voice was like soothing honey which fueled the fire you were feeling in your stomach.

Bakugou’s hand moved to the inside of your skirt to pull down your stocking. He pulled back from you to look at what he was doing, which resulted in another wave of lust that you could feel through your soul bond.

Bakugou was able to figure it out, pulling down your stockings and panties. Your legs unhooked from his waist so he could pull them fully off. You were ready to hook your legs around him again, but instead, he leaned his face closer to your core.

You felt your face heat up when you felt his hot breath on your vulvar. You heard him chuckle between your legs before he kissed your inner thigh.

“It’s so much better to see in person than to imagine it.” He confessed before starting to kiss and suck at the folds of your pussy.

You gasped and gripped his hair tightly as you arched your head back. You heard a groan come from his throat which vibrated through your cunt. Bakugou grips both your thighs and tilts them upwards, forcing you onto your back.

It wasn’t comfortable to lay on your back on a kitchen counter, but fucking shit did he know how to work that mouth of his. You had no idea how he learnt such a skill, maybe he was using the soul bond to see what you were reacting to and rushed that to his advantage. 

He was licking your labia as if he had never eaten or drank anything in his life. He was slowly moving his licks to your clit, which was making your head spin. He was moving his tongue in all sorts of directions while on your clit.

You pulled on his hair tightly as you felt yourself getting close, which made him hiss from the pain. He didn’t fasten or slow down his licks, just kept them at the pace you were enjoying until you climaxed.

It felt as if all the stresses in your body were being released. A warm fuzzy feeling washed over your body and you felt your core shudder. 

You swear you must’ve gone deaf in that moment, as you were broken out of your high trance when you felt a light slap on your thigh.

“Ow.”

“That was not that hard.” Bakugou sassed back at you before straightening up.

You saw him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and holy fucking shit he look so hot doing that why does he look like that what the fuck?

Bakugou froze, raising an eyebrow at you with a slight smirk. “Really? I’m wiping my mouth?”

You hate this soul bond. How dare it betray you like this.

Bakugou laughed at the face you were making. His laugh was rough, but it sounded really nice in your ears.

Bakugou put his arms under your back and pulled you up, making you sit back up. He looked into your eyes, noticing your fuzzy state.

“Do you need some water?” He asked gently. “Do you need a break or have you had enough?”

You shook your head, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek. Bakugou let out a sigh of relief before pulling you closer. He felt you though for a moment, as if he was worried he had broken you by eating you out.

Bakugou pulled from you, which earned him the shaping of a pout on your face. 

“I’m just undressing you, princess.” He reassured you with a cute little pet name to boot.

Bakugou’s big hands made the buttons on your white button-up shirt look so incredibly tiny. You look up at him, and you can feel his arousal go up.

Once he has unbuttoned your shirt, he yanks it off of you before kissing your shoulder, pushing down your bra strap. His hand seems to naturally cup your breast, though he is quickly annoyed by the bra being in his way.

“How do I get this stupid thing off?!” He grumbled in annoyance. 

You weren’t supposed to see that grumbling as attractive, were you?

He gives you a questioning glare. “Just tell me how.”

“Three hooks on the back.” You informed him. It didn’t answer his question because admittedly you wanted a close-up on his arms. 

Bakugou grunted as he reached behind you for the back of the bra. His nose scrunched and his biceps tensed. Finally, he got it unhooked and threw it off over the counter.

“I never want to interact with one of those things again.” He complained, resting his head on your shoulder.

You’d think he forgot about your now exposed breasts with how he jolted a bit once his eyes landed on them and hesitantly cupped your breast with his hand. He started to fondle with one in his hand as if it were a stress ball, though not as hard as one would handle a stress ball.

He seemed more confused about the breast tissue than enjoying it in his hand. To be fair on his part though, this had been the first time he had even touched boobs.

You looked up at his face, though his gaze seemed to be more focused on the boob in his hand. He wasn’t aroused by your breasts, indirectly forming the notion within your brain that he might not like how they look. Were they too small for his liking? You remember Minato telling you that he ‘didn’t like small tits’. Was Bakugou the same?

Bakugou’s eyes looked up into yours, clearly in deep thought before he leaned in and started to kiss your neck again. However, he was being gentle with his kisses and how he was now massaging your boob.

You could feel Bakugou’s arousal not just through the soul bond, but also from his hard cock pressing against your thigh, reminding you that he was still fully clothed.

As if he could read your mind he sighed and started to take off his shirt. “I’m getting there princess, calm down.”

You noticed the scars on his chest and his arms. It looked as if he had been stabbed through the chest and had badly blown up his own arms. It didn’t make him look any less attractive to you far from it. It was more the fact he had to have gotten the scars from somewhere.

You trailed your hand down his chest, caressing the scars in the centre of his chest. He shivered, watching you closely as you carefully looked at his body.

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was why he didn’t want to do photoshoots.

Bakugou suddenly grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from his chest. “That’s enough for now.” He sighed.

You looked up into his eyes and saw this haunted look in them. Maybe he still felt some pain with them? 

You leaned close to the right side of his face and lightly and gently kissed the scar on the right side of his face.

Bakugou turned his face so you would kiss his lips instead. You put a hand on one of his biceps and sweetened the kiss while he leaned closer to deepen the kiss. 

He was so sweet to the touch that you slightly feared you would get addicted to his skin. If that was even possible.

You heard rustling and looked down to see Bakugou kicking off his baggy pants.

He puts a finger under your chin and forces you to look up at his eyes. “Spoilers, princess.”

Fuck he was hot shit.

He leans in and starts kissing you again, his hand resting on your inner thigh and starts to softly caress it as his other hand continues to massage your breast.

You bit his lower lip playfully, which earned you getting your clit rubbed by him. You whimpered from his touch, a smirk forming on his lips.

“You ready?” He asked in a gentle - almost silent- voice, as if he was scared of being rejected.

You start to nod, stopping because of the look Bakugou gave you. ‘Use your big girl words.’ Rang through your back and you sighed.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good girl.” He praised

He kept a finger under your chin so you couldn’t see his cock. You could tell it was pulled out because of the soul bond, letting you feel a hand wrapped around his cock. Now that you knew the size of his hands, you suddenly realised his cock was probably a bit bigger than what you were used to.

You felt the tip press against the labia, and it felt a bit wet from the pre-cum on it.

Bakugou took a deep shaky breath in, drawing your eyes to his. His eyes were focused on your cunt though.

Admittedly- though never out loud - he was nervous. He hated how it felt feeling you being sucked down by some other guy, so he hoped eating you out would help him build some courage. Hoping it would make him realise it felt different compared to when the other guy did it.

He knew it felt different - better even - compared to how your ex did it, because of the soul bond. He couldn’t help but wonder though if it felt different because he was doing it and maybe he was feeling his own enjoyment.

You were eager and desperate for his touch, he could feel that. He wanted you just as much. 

“Katsuki.” You finally spoke, breaking his train of self-deprecating.

He looked up at you, breathing in sharply as he looked into your eyes and saw the lust in your eyes. It wasn’t just that though, there was something else. Something he thought maybe you weren’t ready to hear for yourself.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, your voice sounding so sweet to him. “If you're not ready we don’t have-“

“I am ready.” His voice sounded a bit harsh. He coughed before speaking again so he wouldn’t sound as harsh. “I just want to be better.”

Your brain almost instantly knew he was referring to your ex. You mentally cringed. You knew your past relationship messed with him, but you didn’t want it to mess with your sex life with your soulmate. You tried to think of things that your ex Minato didn’t do.

“Finger me.”

“What?!” Bakugou looked at you with a questioning look.

“It’ll help stretch me out so I’m ready to take your dick.” You answered him.

Bakugou made a face before looking back down at your wet pussy. He pulled his dick away from your labia and replaced it with his hand. He started to gently rub the area with his fingers. He pressed his thumb on your clit and started to gently rub it.

You bit your lower lip as you carefully watched him. His eyes were so focused on your core and pleasing it. 

Finally, he inserted a finger in, which made you breathe in harshly. The fix of his index finger within you reminded you of your first vibrator. It was small in length and width as you didn’t want your mother to accidentally find it and it didn’t have a lot of power to it, but it got the job done for you back then.

Bakugou used the soul bond to figure out what part of your inner walls you enjoyed the most. Once he found the right speed, pressure, and technique you liked, he pushed another finger inside of you.

You gripped his biceps and rested your head on his shoulder, taking shallow breaths as he fingered you. Bakugou smirked at your reaction.

“You look delicious like this.” He whispers into your ear, trying to aim deeper into your cunt. “So much better than feeling it. I get to see you fall weak to my fingers instead of feeling you trying so hard to reach this.”

He said, just as he found your g-spot and started to apply pleasure pressure to it. You dug your nails into his skin as you started to moan. You were rewarded with him chuckling at your reaction before kissing your temple.

You could feel yourself nearing your edge to another climax, and Bakugou could feel that through the soul bond. He made sure to working at your pussy until you were at the very edge before pulling his fingers away.

You whined in desperation, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“You have to hold it in just a little bit more, princess.” Bakugou whispered into your ear as he kissed the tip of cock to your cunt’s entrance. 

You bit the inside of your mouth as Bakugou slowly pushed himself into you. His dick was thick, thicker than what you were used to. You dug your nails into his biceps, making him hiss in pain.

“I’m almost in, princess. You’re doing very well.” Bakugou cooed into your ear as he kissed your temple again. “Take deep breaths.”

You did as he said, taking a deep breath as he pushed more of himself into you. Your hands moved from his arms to his back so you wouldn’t damage his perfect arms.

Once he was fully inside you, you both paused and took a breath. You felt so full with his cock inside of you, yet it felt as if he was the perfect size for your cunt. He was 6 and a half inches in length and 2 inches in width. You felt your walls tighten around his member, creating a groan from Bakugou.

Your own pleasure and his pleasure that you could feel through the soulbond was so overwhelming that you now could answer why yesterday his session felt so much more intense. Because he was thinking about you.

You felt Bakugou move his back, withdrawing his cock from you slightly before thrusting back in, sending a way of pleasure back through your body. His thrusts at first were slow as he tried getting used to how to work his cock in tune with you. He started to build up pace, his hips moving in and out of your entrance at an increasing pace.

You started to claw your nails on his back as you moaned, sobbing tears into his neck. He peppered the side of your face with kisses, trying to praise you without using his words as he has formed to only grunts and groans now.

It felt as if the tip of his cock was punching at your cervix, and the sounds that were filling your kitchen were not sounds that should be in a kitchen. Loud wet clapping sounds mixed in with lewd grunts, groans, moans and whimpers.

“P-Please let me cum.” You begged into his ear, trying to hold off on climaxing as much as you could.

“Not yet.” Bakugou growled, sounding possessive as his thrusts became rougher.

He was going to be addicted to your cunt if he wasn’t careful. Feeling how your pussy is through the soul bond since he was a teenager was one thing, it made him so desperate for you. Now though, experiencing at last? He was going to go crazy. It felt better than he imagined, almost as if it was the perfect fit for him. No one could possibly even compare to you.

And how could they? You looked like a goddess by being almost fully naked. The way certain strains of your hair clung to your sweating skin, the way your face and eyes looked, the way your body clung to him? If someone told him this was heaven he wouldn’t even argue. 

His hands were twitching as he felt himself getting close to the edge. He knew you could tell by how your pussy seemed to tighten around him even more so.

“J-just a little bit long, p-princess.” He stumbled out.

If any of his friends found out he had become a stuttering mess because of pussy he would kill every single one of them.

He then bit down on your neck harshly, getting the result of you whimpering as he thrusts into you harshly becoming finally - with a grunt - releasing his hot white cum into your womb. You moaned out, digging your nails into his back as you followed suit.

You became extremely lightheaded from not just your own climax, but feeling Bakugou’s at the same time. Through your years with the soul bond, you two never actually climaxed together. It felt maybe a bit too much, as your vision was sprinkled with black spots. 

You felt Bakugou’s hot breath on the bite mark he had left as he pulled out of you. You whined, already missing the feeling of being full. Bakugou peppered your neck and jaw with kisses.

“You did so well, princess.” He said reassuringly. “You were perfect.”

Bakugou leaned his head down and started to kiss down your body. Your shoulders, chest and breasts, your stomach and then your thighs.

“You are so perfect.” You heard his voice. “My perfect little soulmate.”

Bakugou continued to kiss your body as you were slowly coming down from your high. Once your vision was fully back, you leaned down and kissed his forehead.

He hummed, standing back up and kissing your lips softly. He wrapped his arms around you before lifting you up. You made a high-pitched sound which he thought sounded quite cute.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked as he carried you out of the kitchen, eyeing the amount of boxes you had yet to unpack.

You pointed to an open door. Bakugou took long strides to the door, moving quickly around the boxes in your apartment. He sat you down on your bed then kissed your forehead.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his hand lightly trailing your skin on your arm.

“Mmmm.” Was all you were able to get out. 

Bakugou chuckled. He left you in your room for just a moment before coming back with a glass of water, putting it on the floor beside your back along with your lamp.

“You really need to unpack.” He commented.

“I’ll do that on the weekend.” You responded as you laid your head down on your pillow.

Bakugou made a mental note of that, trying to think if he had an opening on the weekend to possibly come and help.

He wrapped you in your blankets, kissing your forehead. “Do you want me to stay?” He asked.

You paused before nodding your head.

“I’ll have to leave early in the morning.” He told you as he made his way to the door of your bedroom. “Just going to collect our clothing.”

You didn’t have to wait that long before he returned, dropping your mix of clothing onto the floor of your bedroom before making his way over to your bed. He climbed in effortlessly next to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead.

“Now that we have found each other,” He started as he trailed his hand up and down your back. “You are mine. You won’t be needing another boyfriend but me. Understood?”

You nodded your head with your eyes closed, snuggling into his chest.

You don’t think you’ll be wanting anyone else anyway.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #x reader #soulmate #soulmate au

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MC the College Student

Scenario: Between juggling the schoolwork at RAD, the antics the brothers drag you through, the weird experiments Solomon has you perform with him, and setting time to bake with Luke and Barb, you somehow squeeze time to do you schoolwork in the human world. Diavolo made it possible for you to own a laptop hooked to a special wifi so you can complete your human assignments. He doesn't want you falling behind when you return to the human world.

You sit on top of your bed, stressed out at the assignment your professor gave you. You're burnt out from all the schoolwork given, rubbing your face in defeat. Your favorite demon walks in the room and see's the burden on your face.

NOT PROOFREAD

LuciferXmc, MammonXmc, SatanXmc

Lucifer

~ Originally came in your room to ask questions about Mammon's recent antics but stopped in his tracks seeing your eyes glassy from stress.

~ "Is something bothering you, MC? Are you doing your schoolwork from the human realm?" He stands before you, peering over the screen to see what the assignment is. You explain the class your taking and how its needed for your degree. You then explain that your professor is super strict when it comes to grading assignments and that this subject isn't your strong suit.

~ He sits next to you on your bed and lets out a sigh. He puts on his old man glasses that were tucked away in his coat pocket and holds out his hands. "Give it here." he says in a stern voice.

~ Proceeds to read the rubric for your assignment and closes the laptop. He stands up and tucks the laptop under his arm. " I'll have it done by tomorrow." he says to your surprise. "Lucifer, you don't ha-" you try to say, but he raises one hand in the air to cut you off and says " I don't want to hear it. I wouldn't normally do your work for you, as this is an important subject to learn, but you have a lot on your plate right now. I want you to study for your potion making class instead."

~ "Th-thank you" you say, without saying a word he walks out and closes the door behind him.

~ Like he promised your assignment was finished and turned in, earning an A. You tell him the grade that was earned on this assignment and thank him once again. " You're welcome, MC. Please don't tell the others. I don't want them thinking I will be doing their work for them. This stays between you and me"

Mammon

~ Barges in your room like usual and sees you pulling your hair from stress. " Human, you good? Whatcha doin'?" He flops next to you on your bed and looks over your shoulder at the screen. " The fuck is that?"

~ You explain it's your human world schoolwork and you've been freaking out over this insanely hard assignment. "Damn, that blows. I would help ya, but I ain't got a clue what the shits about." he says as he lays down on your bed, arms behind his head. "Want a distraction?"

~ He isn't the best at helping with schoolwork, but he's great at giving you a distraction to ease the stress. He takes the laptop off your lap and tosses it on the bed, grabs your wrist " Ya coming with me!" he says as he pulls you out the door. " I think you're stressin' too hard. When I'm stressed, I like to go have a lil' fun!".

~ He brings you to his car, puts the top down and you guys cruise the streets of devildom blasting music and singing with each other. He lets you pick the songs the whole entire time, enjoying your company.

~ After your drive around Devildom you're back in your room. With a clear head and the much needed time to relax, you're able to complete your assignment. You show Mammon your grade and he grows the biggest smile " Hells yeah!! I told ya! Spending time with The Great Mammon always ends with somethin' good!" he proclaims as he gives you a high-five.

Satan

~ Comes in the room after a polite knock to give you the book you asked if you can borrow the other day. " Are you alright, MC?" he asks, resting the book on your nightstand. You explain to him that your human world school work has been stressing you out and how you struggle with this specific subject.

~ "Hmmmmm." he places a his thumb on his chin and thinks for a moment. " If I recall correctly, I may have a book on this subject, I think it may help you. Give me one moment.". He leaves the room and comes back about 15 minuets later. With a book in hand, he sits down next to you and opens it up. With his slender fingers dancing across the pages, he finds something that will help you with your assignment and reads it to you.

~ He stays with you as you type out your assignment, reading to you certain pages in the book he thinks you may find helpful for your task.

~ When you show him your passing grade, he gives you a closed mouth smile" I'm glad to hear that, MC. I knew you could do it. If you need help with schoolwork, whether Devildom or Human world I'm always willing to help."

~ Whenever you tell him what your assignments are about, he'll look through his endless library to find books to help you succeed.

#obeymelucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date

[calisources]

CHARLIE PUTH SONG LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS. sorted by song, a few of my favorite lines from charlie puth's songs. change pronouns/names however you see fit. warning, some of these songs include topics of the like: cheating, being cheated on, jealousy, breakups, feelings of grief and loss.

ATTENTION

I know that dress is karma, perfume regret

You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine

You just want attention, you don't want my heart

Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new

You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you

What are you doin' to me? What are you doin', huh?

THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS

Saw you with someone and thought that it was closure, but you still tell me that you need me

Can't you just make up your mind?

You can't say you hate me, then call me when you're hurt

You can't walk away, then come back to what we were

Stop remindin' me of when we said "forever", I know exactly what you're doin'

When you say you need to drop off all my sweaters, It's just one of your еxcuses

SEE YOU AGAIN (ORIGINAL VERSION)

We've come a long way from where we began

Why'd you have to leave so soon?

Why'd you have to leave me when I needed you the most?

I know you're in a better place, but it's always gonna hurt

How do I breathe without you?

Hold every memory as you go

WE DON'T TALK ANYMORE

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do

I just heard you found the one you've been looking for

I wish I would have known that wasn't me

Why I can't move on, just the way you did so easily

I just hope you're lyin' next to somebody, who knows how to love you like me

HOW LONG

Can't you blame my head and not my heart?

I was drunk, I was gone, that don't make it right, but. . .

I Promise there were no feelings involved

How long has this been goin' on?

But you gotta believe me, when I say it only happened once

LEFT AND RIGHT

Maybe I should just focus on me instead

Memories follow me left and right

Your love stays with me day and night

How much more do I gotta drink for the pain?

You do things to me that I just can't forget

Now all I think about, Are the nights we were tangled up in your bed

GIRLFRIEND

Baby, would you ever want to be my girlfriend?

This is more than just a phase

We could make this official

Don't we look perfect, baby?

I don't wanna play no games

I'm tired of this conversation

EMPTY CUPS

You wanna go upstairs but you don't wanna sleep

Your boyfriend's no competition

Turn off your phone and blame it on your battery

Turn that television up so nobody can listen

Maybe tomorrow, they'll all have something to say

Let me take you to another room,so it's only us

SMELLS LIKE ME

You´re lonely when you're in his arms, you know I prayed for that

Tell me, do you ever miss me when I'm gone? 

Wonderin' what body I'll be on

Don't even front, you know that you just can't compare, what it used to be

And when you touch him, does it really feel the same?

I hope your jacket smells like me

Are you sleepin' in my T-shirt again?

How's it feel when you press it, press it, up against your skin

DONE FOR ME

You think that you could be better off with somebody new

Well, if you wanna leave, there ain't nobody stopping you

I won't fall to the ground on my knees

But tell me what you've done for me

I never cheated 

I can't apologize for something that I didn't do

LIGHT SWITCH

Why you callin' at 11:30, when you only wanna do me dirty?

Why you always wanna act like lovers, but you never wanna be each others'?

You're the one that I can't deny

You turn me on like a light switch

Do you love it when you keep me guessin'

When you're leaving then you leave me stressin'? 

I say, "Don't look back", but I go right back 

You know how to just make me want you, baby

#rp meme #sentences memes #meme call #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme

[jadeleechisagoodboy]

Chapter twelve of the Jade x Yuu Book 3 rewrite fic is up!

This chapter was longer than I expected it to be so we’re not all the way to Azul’s overblot quite yet, but it was also a lot of fun to write so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Anyway, here’s a preview of the chapter as always:

On the final day of the contract, the freshmen met in the courtyard about an hour before the Mostro Lounge’s opening time.

“Is everyone ready to go back to the museum?” Yuu asked, adjusting the straps of their tote bag on their shoulder, making the vials of potion inside clink against each other.

“Huh? I thought we agreed that nabbing the photo was a no-go because the Leech brothers would stop us,” Ace said.

Deuce frowned. “This plan seems reckless, even by my standards…”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Grim shook his head condescendingly. Then he folded his arms over his chest and grinned. “Listen up, kiddos, I’ll go over the plan.”

***

“Dude, are you serious?! This is crazy bold!” Ace said, seeming rather stressed out.

Deuce, on the other hand, was energized. “Wow, Yuu… I always knew you were gutsy, but this is a fresh reminder!” He said, grinning and cracking his knuckles.

“Will this really go the way you hope, though?” Jack murmured.

“Well… we’ve exhausted our other leads and we’ve only got one day left. Yuu’s idea is all we’ve got,” Deuce said. “Not even a whole day, actually. There are only a few hours until sunset.”

“I guess anything beats sitting on our thumbs waiting for sundown,” Ace agreed.

Jack sighed. “Alright, fine. Stressin’ over what ifs won’t get us anywhere.” Then he gave an amused huff. “I gotta say, Yuu, nothing stops you once you’ve put your mind to something.”

The prefect laughed awkwardly, remembering how they’d been seriously considering giving up just last night. But… their friends didn’t need to know about that.

“Sometimes our pal here’s a tad TOO daring, but what’s life without a little spice?” Ace shrugged. “Okay, guys! Let’s roll!”

“Myah-hah! Time to get ourselves a photo from the Atlantica Memorial Museum!” Grim exclaimed, punching the air.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #jade leech #twst jade #twst fic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #jade x yuu #jade leech x yuu

[medics-secret-shipfic-folder]

HOLY SHIT CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD

I love that we got to see Cmedic and Cheavy actually communicating with each other and Cheavy taking the Disciples’ words to heart about having to change. Also I’m in love with concept of the Sisterhood

Also damn, your Cheavy and my Cmedic are only a year apart in age😭 (my Cmedic is 70 by the 6th comic)

Damn, my Cmedic is 9 years younger than yours! He's 61 in TBTF.

Also, YES! Someone noticed the communication! I wanted the opening of the chapter to show the beginnings of Cheavy's turnaround and I'm so happy it came through. These two old men are stressin' the fuck out and really need to hug each other.

And if you liked the Sisterhood here, you're gonna love the next chapter. It's nothing BUT Sisterhood content.

Also we get to meet Cheavy's ex in the next chapter, which is always funny.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #take back the fortress #I fucking loved writing this chapter #it was so much fun

[quiveringdeer]

Porco having to sit through Pieck taking forever to browse the menu before ordering the exact same thing she always does.

THIS IS SO CUTE THO!

My first thought was he'd have his regular sourpuss grump face on, but Porco is soooo freakin soft for Pieck. He knows what she's gonna get and so does the regular waitstaff.

He changes up his own order sometimes but either way will be give his order first.

Then is the waiting game as Pieck slowly scans her eyes over the whole menu. Item by item. Who knows, maybe today will be the day she goes for something different. Porco did mention how the new seasonal dish he had the other week was really good. Maybe she'll give that a go.

Porco is so used to it he probably pulls out his phone and randomly starts scrolling through whatever.

But today there is a newbie waitstaff person. They haven't been initiated into this routine or even given a heads up from senior staff. It's a bustling restraunt, they have other tables waiting.

"Uhh, would you like any recommendations Miss?"

Porco's head stays down, focused on his phone but he lets out a mild snort of amusement.

Pieck is so sweet and smiles up at them, "Sure, what do you like most?"

They rattle of some of the things they've tried. Choosing a range from the menu and diligently highlighting the best aspects of each.

"You've made them all sound so delicious! Hmm, let me take another look at the menu."

"Sure. I'll give you both a couple more minutes and come check on you."

Before they can leave Porco pipes up for them to go ahead and put in his order with the kitchen. Still not looking up.

The waiter is hesitant cause that seems a bit rude, but neither of them are looking up they don't feel confident enough to ask Porco if he's sure so they affirm they will.

Few minutes pass and they return. Pieck's still not decided. More minutes pass. They return. Pieck with that sweet smile of hers tells them she's still having a hard time deciding. Porco asks for a refill on his drink. They leave. Return. Refill his drink. Pieck's still not ready. The waiter is so confused and frazzled. Porco's food will be up soon. Pieck still hasn't chosen. They're stressin cause this feels like the antithesis to the unspoken but deeply known and revered restraunt server ethics code. They completely regret not speaking up earlier to have Porco's order wait.

When they return for the fifth time with a pitcher of water to top off the glass Pieck has been sipping daintily from this whole time. Their hands are shaky. Forcing down the desperation in their tone as much as possible they ask again if Pieck has decided.

Closing the menu, Pieck nods her head and pleasantly recites her usual order, handing the menu over. More abrupt than intended, the waiter gives a rushed compliment on her choice before dashing off to inform the kitchen.

Porco's since put his phone away. "Thought this one was gonna crack."

"They're such a sweetheart." Pieck sets her elbows on the table to rest her chin in upturned palms, gaze settling on Porco across the table. "Hope they're not too stressed by the busyness today. They dashed off so fast."

Porco shrugs, unconcerned with their plight. "Trial by fire is how it goes."

There was confusion before but now the newbie is utterly stupefied. Just as they're opening their mouth to call out the order, Simone is placing it up in the window next to the dish Porco ordered. For a brief moment they wonder if Simone is secretly a psychic. Or a telepath. In another moment they mull over the idea that some dimension + time hopping balance keepers of the unspoken but deeply known and revered restraunt server ethics code were watching and benevolently interfeded.

Simone's voice breaks their pondering, "Better get these orders out. Porco gets real snippy when things take too long and I don't got time to deal with his hissyfits today."

Huh. Maybe this was just a duplicate order for a different table? Cause the guy had seemed nonplussed by his companion's indecision this whole time.

Checking the table number, then reconfirming they'd read it right, the waiter carries the dishes to supposedly impatient Porco and his brilliantly lackadaisical companion.

"Here are your orders?" Befuddlement still clearly clouding their mind turns the statement into a question.

"You're so quick. Thank you." Pieck drawls cheerfully.

The waiter responds politely before withdrawing to check-in with other patrons, still a bit puzzled. In the end, whatever the case, the twenty-five percent additon on the bill revealed balance was at least tipped in their favor today.

#i dunno wbat this is #i spent waaaaay too much time on thesaurus dot com and energy in general #to have this be the result of a lil brain tangent that grew outta control #but the worm is out at least and imma head to sleep #nonnie #thanks for this adorable concept!! #Porco is so smitten with Pieck and it would be so obvious #even to strangers imo even tho Pock thinks he's hiding it behind his cool guy nonchalance and such #gallipieck #pokkopiku #pieck x porco #nat writes #gestures at barely comprehensible drabble ramble

[kimnjss]

jk being a lil baby and going on a date IS CUTE!!!! my lil boy aw 🥺

yoongi n joon fuel the fire fr, i love them: plus those pics of them are photos that constantly bias wreck me and whenever i see them I CRUMBLE

Hobi my elitist bby, my man’s wants the attention and I wanna be the one to give it to him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he is the cutest :(((( nd his friends LMSDFAJ; didn't even give him the time of day nd yk poor boy was stressin

DUDEEE they're a whole ass mess on their own nd only get worse when they're together i'm sooo??? if they're not arguing abt cin or work it's smth elseee forever down each other's throats

bc yk yn's not going tooo! she's got her walls all the way up the ceiling nd he's gonna have to try real hard to get her to lower them .

[noctroluco]

are there any updates with the t-shirts? :) no rush i am just curious

yup!!!

first of all, sorry for the delayed ask, ive been workin my ass off this week packin the shirts ironically enough. i wasnt able to post them this week but they should arrive to europe by like wednesday next week.

anyways, to get here and to the actual update as to why im so motherfucking late

first of all yall remember when they came right? well turns out HALF of the batch they fucked up, half. they had this weird fuckin ink spill or whatever. so i go, fuckin frenzied takin pictures of them all and i send the printing company 20+ pictures of them tryin to be as polite as possible while naturally stressin the fuck out of it cause thats me

again they took a good few days to answer, i was able to order them again, they took few extra days _again_ to confirm the actual order for some reason despite confirmin me on the next day before.

so then we get to the second, why i didnt send the other, good half of the batch earlier. right after the first shirts came i had this music festival right. all goes well except that to make it to the specific concert we originally got the tickets for in the first place was aboutta start and my good bestie and i had to walk fast/run round 2km, and during that fateful 2km i somehow broke my hip. i got this like.. severe awful fucking pain in my hip>leg>knee and i was basically unable to move for two weeks. went to pride thinkin i was fine, no it got way worse. went to get envelopes and ask about the weight for the packages as the post office site sucks major ass, it got actually unbearable. hence why i havent been able to get to the post office.

i know i fucked up by not sendin an update sooner thinking the new batch was comin fast enough but they only came this week and i wasnt able to make it to the post until next week’s monday. im so fuckin majorly sorry about this extra time ive taken and i promise u i feel so fuckin bad about it and as an apology and a like, thank you for the patience yall have given me, ive made prints of each character to go along with the shirts along with priority shipping, so they should arrive faster. i really hope yall take it as my humblest of apologies.

#man yall dont even know the major anxiety this bumps given me im so so so sorry. #it sucks and i dont really know how to like make it better other than to draw you guys something special #cause thats like the only thing im good at #so i really hope they like. make up for this extra time. blagh. im sorry yall. #if it helps at all i think the kendall one might be one of my favourite draws ive ever made #but i shant show until folks get their tees…… they shall remain a secret for now! #i also wanted to send like little bags of finnish candy but i dont know if they will get thru customs if i do!!!! #but know the sentiment is there #also the stamps are soooooo pretty #anyway!! #shirt update #hope thisll do <:( please yall can send me any questions or any comments at all i can take a lot in terms of psychological pain