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lewisthot · 2 years

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summary: lewis's PR team tells her she’s not the best fit for him so she breaks up with him and he finds out rating: 18+ pairing: lewis hamilton x reader words: 2.1k a/n: this was a request by @bubble-gum-strawberry i got a little carried away with it but let me know if you like it!

you guys had been dating for six months at this point, all was going well you’d met his family and closest friends and they adored you but his PR team not so much. you were nobody but you didn’t have the cleanest social media, you didn’t care you spoke your mind and you’d always stand behind everything you said. lewis had no issue with it he liked you were passionate but when you were spotted with him a few too many times, once your identity was revealed it became an issue.

his PR team didn’t think you were good for his image, you were too much of a wild card. his publicist always found a way to make a snide comment when lewis wasn’t around, at first you ignored it but then you thought to yourself how dare they!

‘you know you don’t need to post a half-naked photo every time you use a sauna’

you rolled your eyes, your bikini pics in the sauna were something you never gave a second thought to.

‘and i suppose it’s perfectly apropos for lewis to post shirtless selfies at the gym?’

it was frustrating dealing with the judgement over everything you posted from selfies to political opinions, there was nothing that wasn’t an issue but then you really got in trouble when you replied to an annoying ‘fan’.

‘you can’t speak to lewis’s fans like that!’

‘idc he’s fans shouldn’t speak to me like that’

‘this isn’t a good look for him, you’re not a good look for him. just save yourself the embarrassment and break up with him already before he gets bored anyways’

‘fuck you’

you were seething, speechless. you didn’t know how to respond but they weren’t wrong. he was a player, he’d been pictured with numerous women god knows how many there were he wasn’t pictured with. you never thought too much into it he treated you so well, but maybe that’s why you never told lewis about his disrespectful PR team because a little part of you believed this was all too good to be true.

it had been a week since the blow-up with his publicist and you were spiralling, you had a tendency to overthink and it didn’t help you hadn’t communicated any of your concerns and issues with lewis. he could sense something was up but he figured he should wait for you to come to him when you were ready but after a week he couldn’t stand how distant you’d seem.

‘y/n is everything okay?’

‘yeah, why?’

‘idk you’ve seemed off this past week’

‘lewis i’m fine, just tired is all’

you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss as you cuddled up on the sofa. you felt bad lying but you couldn’t tell him the truth. he wasn’t buying it though.

‘no it’s more than that, tell me the truth’

‘there’s nothing to tell, drop it’

‘you’re not a very good liar’

you were getting worked up now, you pulled away from him angry and annoyed. it was his fault you were like this, well maybe not his but his team. you were far more confident than this but ever since you started dating lewis it has started to wane, your stomach was in knots half the time you were with him in public stressed you were gonna say or do something wrong. you didn’t realise how much the publicists' words had gotten to you at this point. you couldn’t do this anymore.

‘i think we should break up’

‘wtf!?’

you got up trying to escape, you didn’t know what else to say. he grabbed your arm, he needed an explanation.

‘why!?’

‘lewis we’re too different, you’re travelling all over the world whilst i’m stuck here. how do i even know if you’ve been loyal to me. athletes are the biggest whores, they’ll get married whilst having a girlfriend in every other city! maybe i’m just your city/name gf??’

he let go of your arm taken aback at your harsh words.

‘so you don’t trust me’

‘i’ve never trusted you, i just can’t ignore it any more’

you don’t know why you said that, you didn’t mean it and it was way too harsh. you could tell that cut deep the pain in lewis's eyes, you wanted to cry. he was frozen, he couldn’t believe you didn’t trust him at all. he thought you were the love of his life sure it’d only been six months but he was so sure, he’s never felt this way before. you grabbed your bag and coat, leaving without a goodbye as soon as you left you couldn’t stop crying, what had i done you thought. he was the love of your life and you’d burnt it to the ground.

weeks had passed and you were both miserable, lewis had a secret insta account he’d watch your stories from and seeing you out partying every other week was killing him. how could she have moved on so quickly he wondered? you did what you knew best distract yourself with alcohol and music, you went out constantly to keep yourself occupied because you knew if you didn’t you’d be at home crying over the biggest mistakes you’d made.

you couldn’t stop checking his instagram, his friends, the gossip sites you were a glutton for punishment. you put yourself into this predicament and now you were trying to find out if he had moved on already, why torture yourself like this? you couldn’t help yourself.

lewis pr team were happy at first, good riddance they thought but they didn’t account for lewis’s behaviour post-breakup. he wouldn’t do anything, he practically became a shut-in only seen in public for work media obligations and nothing more. the many high-profile invitations to galas and events ignored.

‘he needs to stop moping around over that silly girl’

‘he can’t miss the gala for her’

‘what does he even see in her? he’s dated singers and models’

‘at least she listened to you and broke up with him, she had the common sense to realise they were incompatible’

he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, lewis had a meeting with his PR team. he had turned up early to the office but before he could announce his arrival he heard this nonsensical crap. he was livid, they were the reason you’d dump him? did that mean you’d made it all up about not trusting him? or did they fill your heads with bullshit to make you not trust him? he needed to see you immediately but not before firing his PR.

‘how dare you speak about y/n like that!’

they all turned to him shocked and embarrassed, stuttering and tripping over their own words to explain themselves.

‘i don’t wanna hear it, you’re fired’

he stormed out and raced over to yours, he needed answers now. he rang your doorbell nervously, what if you didn’t even bother to let him up.

‘hello?’

‘y/n it’s me lewis let me in’

‘what are you doing here’

‘i know what my publicists have been saying behind my back, can we talk?’

you sighed, buzzing him up. you didn’t wanna do this but he knew you couldn’t deny it. you quickly ran to the bathroom to freshen up, you looked rough the partying taking its toll. you heard a bang on your door, you were scared no clue how this would turn out. opening the door you both stood there silent, neither one of you knew what to say it was incredibly awkward.

‘come in’ he walked in nervous now, what if it was a coincidence that his PR team were assholes and you broke up with him because you wanted to. he felt like an idiot now, making such an assumption but he so badly needed it to be true, he needed you back.

‘do you really not trust me?’

‘no, i always trusted you’

‘so when you broke up with me, was it because of my PR team?

‘kinda, they never said dump him just reminding me constantly how much of a nuisance i was’

he sighed angrily at the fact they had hurt you but also angry at you for never telling him.

‘why didn’t you tell me?’

‘at first i didn’t care what they thought of me, it seemed irrelevant but before i realised j started to believe them and they were right i am a nobody so why wouldn’t you get bored?’

your eyes were full of tears, your chest tight going over all of this was hard. you were fidgeting with your arms unable too look at lewis. he grabbed your chin and pulled your face up forcing you to look at him.

‘baby you’re not a nobody, you’re the most interesting and beautiful women i’ve ever met. i wish you’d told me what had happened instead of running away. i love you’

you started to cry now, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. he hated seeing you like this, wiping away the tears he pulled you in for a hug.

‘i’m sorry lewis, it was all too much.’

‘speak to me next time, we’ll never last if we can’t communicate and you don’t have to worry about my pr team they’re fired. which i would’ve done if you’d told me y/n’

‘i love you so much lewis’

you shouldn’t be surprised at what lewis had done, he was a deeply caring man of course he would protect you from anyone who would hurt you. you were mad at yourself for ever questioning that.

he held you stroking your hair, he leaned down pausing at your lips waiting for you to come to him and you did. you kissed him hard, wrapping your arms around him, oh how you missed those lips. he pressed you into the wall as the kiss deepened his hands roaming across your body, he needed you. he pulled away from your lips catching his breath he pulled your shirt off only to find you in nothing but panties, he groaned at the sight. he dived back in attacking your neck with kisses before he grabbed your ass, your sign to straddle him you wrapped your legs around him right. he didn’t get far, only to the sofa before he fell back with you on top of him. you were both so needy for one another, he pulled off his shirt and you lifted slightly to pull his cock out of his trousers, before you had the chance to sink down on his cock he flipped you onto the sofa.

‘i miss the taste of your pussy’

he ripped off your panties to devour your already soaked pussy, grabbing your breast he pinched our nipples he loved playing with your breasts. you wrapped your legs around him, gyrating your hips against his glorious mouth you were so close already.

‘fuck lewis i’ve missed you’

‘good cos your pussy is mine and i’m gonna remind you that no one will ever make you feel this good’

he looked up at you with a smirk, as he pressed two fingers into your aching hole whilst thumbing your clit. his words sent a chill down your spine, you love how possessive lewis sound. it turned you on even more but before you could reach your fast approaching climax he stopped. you whined and pouted but he stuck his fingers in your mouth making you suck yourself clean.

‘i want you to cum around my cock, baby’

you perked up at that eager for him to fill you up, he stroked his hard cock running it along your soaked folds. you moaned biting your lips.

‘fuck me lewis’

he chuckled at your begging, opening your legs wide he slammed into your pussy.

‘you miss my cock baby?’

you cried out in pleasure, nodding your head.

‘use your words baby’

‘yes yes yes…’

you chanted the words, rolling your hips against him you grabbed his face kissing him roughly and passionately. your bodies were in sync with every thrust, filling the apartment with your cries and moans. you were both so close, your body tense and lewis’s thrusts sloppy.

‘i’m gonna cum lewis’

‘let go for me baby’

and that you did. you cried out as you reached your climax, lewis held your hips down as your body shook. your pussy clenching around his cock drove him to the edge, he let out a loud groan as he came deep inside you and collapsed on top of you. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him gently.

‘so are we back together now?’

he chuckled, ‘was me not fucking you and telling you your pussy is mine not obvious? you’re mine and i’m never letting you go again’

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton drabble #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton headcanon #f1 fanfic #f1 smut

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nerdy-talks · 2 years

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A little rant about the popular app game Obey Me!

I honestly wasn't going to post this, but after much deliberation and spending an entire day being annoyed... Here it is. Here we go.

Let me first start by saying that everyone is entitled to their own thoughts, opinions, and feelings. This is just me stating my personal take on things.

As we know, a new event has just started called Steampunk Shenanigans. And no surprise... Lucifer is the chosen demon for the newest obtainable UR card.

I have some things to say about this. Or rather, some things to say about the posts I've been seeing in regards to this information.

I do agree that Lucifer is clearly the favored brother. He has more UR cards than any of the other characters, which is not ideal for those of us who aren't serious Lucifer simps.

Personally, out of every Obey Me! character introduced thus far... Mammon is my top favorite. He has been my favorite from the very beginning, and always will be. Though I also favor Satan, Leviathan, Diavolo, and yes : Lucifer. (I also love the other characters as well, of course.)

With that being said, it would be nice if the other brothers and "side" characters could take the spotlight and get more UR cards. Maybe give them the opportunity to catch up to Lucifer?

So I totally understand why people are complaining about that. Trust me, I do.

However... I saw a few posts last night on another popular social media site (I won't say which one since I'm not going to call anyone out) that have caused my inner wrath to slowly bubble to the surface.

One of those posts voiced a user's complaint about the new event and yet another Lucifer UR card. And understandably so. But what I cannot understand is when that post went on to say something along the lines of how the devs "require" players to pay $400 for a card and how the devs "forced" them to quit the game.

I'm sorry.... What? lol

No one is "forcing" you to do anything. You aren't "required" to spend a single penny in Obey Me! That is entirely your choice.

I have been playing Obey Me! since the beginning. No VIP membership for me. No real world money spent. And I'm perfectly happy with the game overall.

Do I get frustrated and upset when I grind the game to slowly accumulate Demon Vouchers only to waste all of them just for the chance to pull new UR/UR+ cards in new Nightmare events, only to get a bunch of the same old cards I already have? Of course. But that's a gacha game for you. It's virtual gambling that's all based on luck. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

That's just life.

And when it comes to the actual events... So what if you don't get the new UR cards right away? Those same events will be featured in Lonely Devil later on, where you'll have the chance to get them then. No big deal.

But here's where the real problem lies : the person who made that post had also posted several months ago about how they had to have every single Lucifer card, no exceptions. They went into a detailed explanation about how they spent countless Devil Points, Demon Vouchers, and real life money in order to get every Lucifer card. And that explanation was posted right after another new Lucifer card was announced. Because that person was upset over the fact that they felt the necessity to do everything within their power to get that card as well.

I also saw another person claim in a separate post that they spent over $2,000 USD in a little over 2 months just to get Lucifer UR cards.

Which leads me back to my original point : that's your own choice.

If you have zero impulse control and no patience to wait for the chance to obtain UR/UR+ cards of Lucifer, that's on you. If you have a spending problem or a gambling addiction, that's something you need to recognize and address for your own well-being. But don't blame the devs.

I may get a lot of backlash for this, but I just want to say... To make the comment "congrats devs, you're forcing one of your biggest players to quit" just because you're sick of making the conscious decision to spend a ton of money to get the 34th virtual card of your favorite character in a game because you "have to have it".... That's the equivalent of a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum because they can't have six new toys instead of just five. It reminds me of old episodes of South Park, where Cartman would come off with his famous "screw you guys, I'm going home" line.

It's literally just a game. Simmer down.

You say the devs are being "unfair". But what's truly unfair is you blaming the devs for your lack of money management and poor self control. It's not their fault you're choosing to spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on a game for virtual cards you don't actually need. So to say "you're making one of your biggest players quit"... Haha... okay. You may be a "big" player, but there are lots of even bigger players than you that will continue to actively play Obey Me! on a daily basis.

I hate to rain on that person's parade, but one player choosing to walk away from the game isn't going to matter much. They're just one tiny ripple in a vast ocean. And if they feel differently, I suspect a bit of a superiority complex.

But that's just me, what do I know? lol

On another note, I keep seeing all these posts talking about how everyone should take to Twitter to boycott Obey Me! and complain to the devs.... Are you serious?

I completely and wholeheartedly understand if people want the other brothers and characters to get new UR/UR+ cards. I get it, truly I do. Because I feel the same way, I'd love to see more UR cards of Mammon, Satan, Levi, Beel, Belphie, Asmo, and everyone else. In fact, I would LOVE to see entirely new events solely dedicated to each individual character/brother with brand new UR/UR+ cards only for that respective character.

But stamping your feet and puffing out your chests at the devs isn't the way to accomplish that. That's just a good way to completely ruin an overall enjoyable game for everyone else who is satisfied with what they're given. Seriously.

I deeply apologize if this post comes across as rude or hostile, that's honestly not my intention at all. Again, I'm not looking to call anyone out which is why I didn't mention any names, usernames, or specific sites where these comments were originally posted. I also don't expect anyone to agree with me, nor am I looking for any sort of arguments or confrontations (as I already stated... everyone is entitled to their own thoughts and opinions, myself included)

These thoughts have just been swarming around in my head for the past 24+ hours, and I needed to let them out.

One final noteworthy detail : I think the main reason why I'm so annoyed is that these comments have been made by fellow adults about a game

So... Let that sink in.

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cladestruction · 8 months

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PART II of my super long aotd thoughts (and prayers) commentary/analysis extravanganza🤪

warning: spoilers. repetition of words/expressions hehe. badly written (english is not my first language lol). looong text. curse words. biased opinions because this is my blog and i get to do with it as i please.

previously: part I

Murderface slowly begins to be taken over: oooh boooy. now this arc, oof. i really like this arc. Murderface is a dick. a lot of times during the show i found myself losing my temper at him. but he adds a lot of fun to the band dynamic and it’s very sweet whenever we get to see more of him outside his shitty ego-driven behavior. a lot of my favorite episodes are those where we get glimpses of how much pain Murderface hides under his shitty personality. and this movie went ballistic on developing his character! big big fan. it was genuinely terrifying (for me at least lol) to see him deal with horrible visions by himself. he is scared but also doesn’t do much to fight it? and we never see him seek help, which adds salt to the wound. he is like that after all: he holds very little regard for his own safety and when things are serious he doesn’t trust anyone to help him. he puts on long sleeves and keeps going. Salacia was actually smart to get him and exploit his fears and weaknesses, but that’s exactly why i hate him with my whole being.

Establishing band roles and brewing conflict: Knubbler carried this entire section of the movie, case CLOSED. he is funny, sassy, he knows how to deal with the boys and the man knows about music. he is the best man for the job and i love him for that. also he planted the seed of the family trope and that’s gospel. moving on, i really like how the writing challenge was presented: the central subject being to deliver a message and reach out to those important to you. moving on, yeah yeah nickels band parents, nothing new. sister Toki is my favorite thing ever and Skwisgaar IS the older brother, argue with the wall. but MURDERFACE!!! the way he talks about his role on he band was heartbreaking. my man has no self-esteem and that’s tragic. it’s also a great parallel between him and Nathan, who also doesn’t seem to know his own place in the band (and in the world). they both need to work on themselves and THAT’S the movie, actually. Skwisgaar and previously Pickles are very focused and Toki keeps his colorful thinking and joyful manners and that really healed something in me. finally, the slow zoom on Murderface as he listens to the band talk shit about him made a hole in my heart. the following scene of him in his bedroom was genuinely chilling and it establishes how he was going to sabotage the song of salvation. great work.

Nathan vs the internet: ANOTHER AMAZING SCENE. dethklok vs tabloids/bad press is 1. a very fitting commentary of what fame and stars have to deal with and 2. something we know does get to them because it was established on the show before (Dethvanity). the fact that it comes back to haunt Nathan now at his lowest is just genius. it continues building up tension and it’s exquisite. the headline “Explosion in Flop Era” was not in my bingo cards but ugh it’s GREAT, and the “Brave Woman Refuses Proposal” was amazing to see, because it’s true! Abigail was very brave for standing her ground and we should say it. also, i liked it even more because women tend to be treated horribly in the media and considering Abigail is a character that even fans of the show cursed and trashed irl, i like that this movie went against that. i absolutely adore how Nathan called his parents for advice/support (and we get to see baby Nathan yipee! and they have a cat??? cute), his relationship with his parents is very important and i like that it was acknowledged even in such a short scene.

TRAINING MONTAGE YIPEE!!!: the Knubbler rage fit was so great. i laughed so much. he is such a drama queen and yeah go off babe!!! then the scene establishing the guitar tuner??? genius. it also hints that Toki lost practice and some of his abilities after dsr and that’s just great storywise, i love when events have consequences lol. the scene of Murderface discovering the army was sooo cool, and Skwisgaar following??? tbh i’m a sucker for every Skwisgaar moment in this franchise, he is amazing and he IS the moment. and the way he speaks to Murderface the morning after??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? sexiest man alive PERIOD. moving on, Pickles cheering Nathan as he climbs to the tree was so cute! it carries on with his desperation on being Nathan’s boy best friend™, and how concerned he looks when Nathan doesn’t make it to the top is perfect because it means that he thinks he is failing himself at being a good friend. moving on, Nathan struggling to write was so cool! the lines “i don’t know what salvation is” “hope isn’t a metal concept” “people don’t come to me for salvation” and “i sing about death” were so raw in my opinion, and so true! Nathan is a lyrical genius and in universe people live AND die for his gutsy, bloody, brutal lyrics. but he could also feel caged because of that same reason. if he wishes for something more, something not brutal like a family and being happy, he must feel like he isn’t allowed those things. they’re not for him. they’re not what he does. and he even shows doubt about what he is good at, as he is now lacking confidence due to Murderface’s previous doings. and when Knubbler asks if that’s what he feels is the song of salvation he just… gives up. he doesn’t think the song is going to save anyone, but he is too scared and sad to try anything else. it’s also painful how after Murderface says “i think this plan sucks” Nathan goes and scratches out the “band” from his list. yeah, he doesn’t communicate with them. he gives up and closes off.

if the world is ending, do drugs!: ok first of all, great sequence. seeing Nathan in different stages of his life was so so BEAUTIFUL. from birth to death, repeating over and over. NOW, THE WHALE. REAL QUEEN. so powerful so calm so cool so wise. i really like seeing Nathan communicate with her (if i’m getting wrong the pronouns please correct me hehe). he looks so sincere and honest, even when he’s telling her how scared he is. it’s refreshing to see him being vulnerable. and the words of the whale are deep, both reassuring and challenging. i really like how she says that basically Nathan writing the “wrong” song is what’s meant to happen, because the real challenge is what he will do afterwards. it’s self-explanatory tho, so i won’t say much. but yeah, i really like all this scene. especially because i share that headcannon of Nathan having visions of the ocean/the whale for all his life. it makes this encounter face to face much more significant.

world’s worst salvation concert: i am a sucker for the parallels between the scenes of the equipment getting ready and Knubbler religiously preparing for the song. FACEBONES IS BACK! GOOD SHIT! when Nathan, SECONDS before starting the song asks himself if this is wrong or not was AMAZING!!! i loved the vertigo of him being already there: no way out, no turn back, no second chances, no time to think. it’s even better when you remember just how distant he is from the rest of the band. nobody else knows how unsure he is (except for Murderface, for obvious reasons) and so he is standing there, in the middle of the stage, fearing that he won’t be able to save anyone. seeing him look fucking terrified as his cue to sing approaches is ugh, cinema. the sequence of people dying was very funny actually, because it felt so much like the early seasons of the show. horrible, absurd and extreme deaths is basically the first thing we see of dethklok back in season 1 so it’s nostalgic. very good sequence. now, when the song cuts off and we see Knubbler concerned i promise you i was holding my heart in my throat. the helicopters in the distance, flying on the bloody red sky is such an amazing visual i can’t stop thinking about it! the concern on Knubbler’s face when he says “how did they find us” is chilling because, if you think about it, Knubbler is actually kind of a normal person, and that’s saying a lot because everyone on this show is on some weird shit. yeah he jokes around and it’s playful and seems relaxed but he is actually very sensible. he is one of the few people working with dethklok who does his job well, takes it seriously and is not afraid to tell the boys when they’re being idiots. the man has recorded albums with dethklok AND survived! and we know just how messy the boys are, professionally speaking. so seeing him be visibly concerned and scared in this scene got me panicking. and when he screams to the boys to run UGH. i choked up. again, he’s worked with them a long time and has gotten to care for them, even when he runs out of patience. and the fact that he’s now also involved in this huge save-the-world plan it’s jarring! imagine if the 5 irresponsible menchildren you’ve been working with, who you’ve cared for and called out and had fun with so many times are suddenly the chosen ones and you have to save their asses once again, this time with the entire world at stake. that’s INSANE.

Chaos™: Toki’s immediate concern over Skwisgaar is just wow. my fucking heart :(((. the look of terror on everyone’s face is amazing and, dare i say, fear is one of the biggest character developments the band goes through together. they’ve seen sooo much fucked up shit in ther lives, individually AND as a group, countless deaths, bloody and gutsy and brutal, but they almost never showed horror before. THIS is what terrifies them. the idea that not only they’re about to die (i have a theory that the boys don’t really fear death, outside of Toki and Skwisgaar maybe), but also the idea that they ultimately failed and everything is just: going to end. they didn’t even finish the song, they weren’t able to reconnect with their fans, they weren’t able to say goodbye to anyone, and nobody’s coming to save them. i actually like the drama of this scene, it adds a lot of weight to the middle of the movie, but i also absolutely HATE IT because fuuuck. the klokateers!!! i should be desensitized by now because we’ve seen klokateers be killed horribly during the entirety of the show but ugh i guess it never stops hurting. they are people, with lives and hearts. yeah they voluntarily and knowingly become gears to protect and sacrifice their lives for dethklok, but it still hurts to see them die. i get it from a storytelling point, because this makes dethklok more desperate and the viewers fear Salacia and the tribunal a little more, but yeah, i don’t enjoy it :(. also, Murderface running away as he screams “please, get out of my head” broke my heart. we see on the show Crozier going through his own personal hell when Salacia mind-controls him, but Murderface sounds in so much pain when he screams. he sounds so helpless, and knowing Salacia must be having a blast in his mind exploiting every single one of his fears, it’s jarring. idk, Murderface is a dick and has done very stupid things but as i watched this movie i found myself wanting to protect him so many times. maybe he is my baby now, who knows.

i’ll end this part here because one of the most painful portions of the movie is coming and i have so much to say it’s not going to fit here. but behold.

#long text sorry!#clade's aotd thoughts and prayers #clade talks #army of the doomstar #metalocalypse #aotd spoilers #army of the doomstar spoilers

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tarotoftheendless · 3 months

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Tom Sturridge Imposters... well, really any celeb imposters, but especially TomStu

There are a fuck ton of imposters/catfishers/scammers out there claiming to be the real Tom Sturridge. There are fake accounts on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok and even texting apps like Telegram!

And this post is here to help fans navigate the confusing situation of dealing with these fakers. We will help each other weed out and vet these accounts.

I plan to also post pics of known fake accounts as to warn other fans against trusting them. We don't want any of our Tom Sturridge lovers to be hurt out there because they love Tom so much that they really believe that he is talking to them.

But what you need to realize is is this: TOM DOES NOT HAVE ANY SOCIAL MEDIA. Period. He has an old Nokia phone and has said that he does not have access to the internet.

Maybe that is completely true, maybe not, but if he is on social media at all it would not be with his own name and it wouldn't be with his own picture. He is a private man and as far as we know right now, he doesn't have any social media.

Here are a couple sources that are proof of what I am talking about:

This text is from Neil Gaiman himself and it states:

Tom is not on social media. He's not asking anyone for secret private charitable donations. Anyone asking for money is a scammer trying to steal money from other people by fraud.

I am on lots of social media and I get continual messages about fake Neil Gaimans asking people to contribute money to charity or whatever.

It's not Tom. It's not me. It's not ever a celebrity. It just someone hoping to trick you out of money or into something you don't want to do.

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The text with this Instagram post from @tomsturridgefans states:

Please read. Scam Warning:- Some of you will know that I am a fan of Tom mostly through the theatre. Although I came across him firstly in 'Being Julia' 18 years ago.

I never had been so excited for him when I heard he was to be The Sandman. However, our little fanbase I feared would change forever. Today at Comic Con it became very clear (nothing to do with CC but what I learnt from a new fan).

I started a social media account for Tom only recently to try have a safe space for us to talk and chat and share photos/ artwork. I feared that it would be full of people taking advantage and being a bit crazy in a creepy way. Good crazy is okay!

I even started getting dodgy messages and ignored them. I started getting them on my personal account too, as my photo was an old one with Tom and I. I had to change it (sadly) and the messages stopped. That account has always been private, but you could see my profile photo.

Please understand Tom doesn't do social media. He will not message you or 'agents' pretending they can get you in touch with him. I won't name person, but I learnt they believed it. They paid money for fan card, meet and greets etc. Tom does not do any of this. Please be so careful. Tom or any celebrity will not ask you for money. They have their own, hehe! These are people scamming you and even cat fishing you.

Impersonating someone is illegal. Let me know and I can help report and post on here to warn you to avoid. Please keep safe.

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Please take note of some common things to look out for when wondering if an account is real or an imposter:

They have not been an account for very long. Especially if they were established right after The Sandman first came out.

The location that they are based out of. Some accounts you can check to see if they have a country of origin and if it is a weird location, like Nigeria as many of them are, then it is a scam.

How many times the account has changed their name. Yes, some official accounts have changed their name many times, like I have had to do a few times when I myself had a stalker but I digress. If it looks weird and they have changed their name more than once, it is probably a scam.

Now to the meat of it: If they refuse to not do anything except text you, they are a scammer/fake.

If they say that their team/management has control over all their devices and won't let them call or video chat or even send pictures, they are a fake.

If they say that they can give you info to contact their team/management about becoming a "true fan", and that management then quotes you any amount of money to be able to finally get in full contact with Tom, they are a fake.

That being said, "Fan Cards", "Fan Codes" and anything of that nature that they say is needed to get into full contact with Tom is a scam.

If they, the fake Tom/celeb or the "team/management" asks for private information like bank info or address or anything of that nature, that is a scam.

If the fake gets mad at you for being wary or scared or you simply questioning him about his own validity, then that is a scammer. Tom is almost 40 years old, he is above getting mad at people on the internet like that, considering he doesn't have a social media at all in the first place. But those scammers are trying to prey on your "please love me" sensibilities when it comes to Tom and they are trying to shame you into feeling bad for asking questions and not blindingly believing them. If they get mad at questions, they are a scam.

That being said, yeah, if they get mad at you asking screening questions or really just asking them questions about themselves, then they are a scam. They likely don't even fucking know as there is rarely someone that has done their research on Tom that is also am imposter.

Though, there are a couple of good imposters out there that have done their research, so just because they can answer all the Tom questions correctly doesn't mean they are Tom. Remember all the other signs that I have listed. Some of these scammers are good enough to have done their research and yet all the other signs will be there. Stay vigilant!

Also, though I feel weird about mentioning this, but broken English is also a sign. I know not everyone's first language is English, but Tom's is. Tom may be awkward sometimes but he is more articulate than not. I would think that if he is gonna text at all he is going to make sure it is written well and understood clearly. Tom is a well-read, well-educated articulate almost 40 year old Englishman, he would speak and text English very well.

Anyone starting out their text with "Hello Lovely fan" or anything like that is very much an imposter. Also if you get asked how long you have been a fan by these accounts claiming to be Tom, they are likely a scammer.

Another thing to look out for is if they are trying to get you to go to a different social media app and or texting/chatting app for a more "private" conversation because their "team"/"management" is watching them, like Google Chat, especially Google Chat, then they are an imposter. Even if they don't mention their team or management and they are just trying to get you off of Instagram, Facebook or TikTok onto a more "private" chat app, then that is a sign of an imposter.

So, if someone claiming to be Tom says that he isn't with Alexa Chung and or that their relationship is a publicity stunt, don't believe them. They are likely not actually Tom and are trying to get you comfortable around them.

We don't know for sure if their relationship is fake or real, but for now it should be taken as real considering even Sienna recently went on Vogue and talked about Alexa essentially being a part of the family now. Yes, there has been rumors for years that Alexa is a professional beard, but those are rumors, and rumors are not true and shouldn't be taken as such.

And anyone who is a fan of Tom's has seen the month of Alexa Chung birthday celebrations content where they kiss and look happy and are with family and friends. Many of those videos are deeply buried as they were intended to be private even though they are on social media. But because they are coming from family and friends socials and not paparazzi, then we should consider those pictures and videos to be true.

Alexa and Tom are happily together and anybody claiming to be Tom Sturridge saying otherwise is likely an imposter.

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I am posting this because I know what it is like to get your hopes up and to be mentally and emotionally drained by these imposters. I know some people that have actually lost thousands of dollars because they really believed they were talking to the real Tom Sturridge. They weren't. Please be careful out there guys.

I will post videos below that show the proof that Tom doesn't have social media of any kind. At least none that the general public will ever get their hands on, so, you have been informed now. Let's help each other stay safe. If you find any imposter accounts out there report and block them.

I will list the Instagram accounts that I know about so far that are imposters that I have blocked. I have also found accounts on Facebook that are imposters too but I have to find them again.

INSTAGRAM IMPOSTERS:

tomsurridge1988

privatetomsturridge420

tomsturridge6

private.tomsturridge02

pvt_tom_surridge4768

pvttomsturridge

sturridge934

realtomsturridge__

tomstrurridge6

tom__sturridge_

sturridge__

official_tom_sturridge

tom.sturridge_private

privately__tom_sturridge56

tom_sturridge__

sturridge360

tomsturridge65

tomsturridge_1

sturridgetom6

tom_sturridge1

tomsturridge4real_

tom.sturridge96

tomsturridge54

officialtom_sturridge

tomsturridgepage

tom_sturridgepvt

These are the ones I know about so far, but if there are more that any of you find, please, like seriously, please, list them here. Let's help each other stay safe out there.

There is of course Facebook accounts and other social media platforms that have imposters of Tom on them, but Instagram seems to be the hotbed for them mostly.

If you know of any accounts or want to add anything, or even share screen shots of your texting conversations with these accounts that proves they are imposters, please do.

#tom sturridge #tomsturridge #the sandman #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #jake sweetbitter #imposters #impersonation #impersonator #catfisher #catfishing #scammers #scam #scam alert #scam likely #scams #phishing #be safe #Instagram

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branmer · 10 months

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thinking about sm

thinking about that post that's like 'we're not designed to be aware of so many people's opinions' and it really is just so true. i think it really contributes to the constant stress and fatigue people get from social media. on top of that, while obviously a big part of being a mature adult is being able to deal with people disagreeing with you, imo i don't think it's healthy to live in this constant state of not knowing if some random post you make is going to set off someone's trap card and suDDENLY you're in the middle of a discourse you had no interest in starting

im comparing it with my experience of my family because i know a big reason i have such bad anxiety is from growing up with a family that is 50% religious zealots who think they have to argue on behalf of god, and 90% obnoxious know it alls who have to be Right about everything and need to make sure they are Seen to be Right and that you are Seen to be Wrong (even when they're literally saying the same thing as you but just wording it differently), and by god it is so fucking exhausting to deal with (and yes i can see those traits in myself too and i hate it and it is one of the things i like least about myself). the difference is that i know my family well enough now to know how to navigate that more effectively these days and reduce a lot of those stressers by simply avoiding topics i know will cause family discourse and set particular people off. doesn't always work, especially with my eldest brother who is just... sigh, but it's made things easier

but with social media a lot of the time you don't even necessarily know your mutuals well enough to garner what seemingly minor thing might suddenly set off a disagreement, let alone all the complete strangers that follow you or randomly come across your post and like, idk maybe im just a big baby but i just think it cannot be healthy for us to be constantly braced for argument or disagreement over every single little thing. i know that wasn't good for me growing up because it undermined my trust in my own faculties and made me a very indecisive and uncertain person (i perhaps don't seem this from what you see here, but i really am). i basically go around constantly second guessing myself because i was told constantly growing up that i was wrong about everything, even when i was correct and could prove it, and that uh, really destroys your confidence. like god, having to justify yourself constantly to people who can never be pleased is so fucking soul destroying. no one is built for this. it is not good for you

#personal post #social media is like #perfectly designed to activate very particular anxieties in me #tho ironically it is also one of the places i feel confident enough to express myself more certainly #truly a paradox

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crisps-craft · 2 years

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Imma do it again, hi lovely crispy, was wondering about a connection with this boy which I feel very deeply to, you know that song close to me by the cure this cunt makes me feel so nice and I feel alive not in a hole. But he’s not here anymore. Just please look into us.

APS, 🦁 and leoooo

Thank u lovely

4,5,8 house

hi! i hope you are doing well <3 separations are very hard and when i was channeling your energy came through very strong :( here are the cards i pulled:

current situation / energy: 2 of cups, knight of cups, 7 of pentacles, queen of swords, 6 of pentacles

2 of cups tells me that you guys had a very deep connection - i feel like your relationship reached a lot of intimacy and soul connection which i know sounds basic to say but tbh not every connection has that, you know what i mean? that's a very hard thing to find and i think you both held a lot of trust towards each other. i got a visual of you guys laying on a bed facing each others faces just talking - it felt very comfortable and domestic tbh. i saw he had brown hair but i could be wrong lol.

but now in your current situation, im seeing that you are putting energy and emotion towards them and they just ... aren't. they aren't reciprocating the way that they used to and its breaking your heart a lot. okay this could be wrong but i felt the need to say it - do you have blonde hair (i havent read in a while so im a little rusty and i just got weird visuals in my head) but anyways, 6 of pentacles is a card that deals with imbalances of power and you feel like they have you wrapped around their finger and you care so much - they have this power over you. but you don't have that power over them - they aren't its like you are giving your all and they are giving nothing. i remember you mentioned 4/ 5/ 8th house synastry and 4th and 8th house synastry especially is soooo intense. ive had experiences with it too- its like these people live in your heart. these placements develop such a familiar type of intimacy and its such a jab in the heart ugh :( i feel for you.

i feel like you have been reaching out to them on social media / through text but either not getting anything or not getting the same energy back.

the cards kept emphasizing the imbalance of effort that i was talking about earlier - your guides are giving me this message to stop reaching out to them. if you aren't getting the same energy in return - then its not right towards you. they have this power over you and i can see its because of how emotionally invested you were (and still are) and now you are still invested but aren't getting any energy in return and its not right :(

also - tarot is not 100% accurate so only take what resonates and leave what doesn't <3 i really hope that this reading could help and provide some solace. i think that your guides want you to take some time and distance away from it - the situation needs space the most right now. i think you are putting so much energy into it and it has that 8th house energy of being possessed by someone in a way - does that make sense? so i think things will get better for you if you learn to separate from it for a little bit- you will feel more balanced and the situation might even heal too. maybe in a strange way (im channeling rn) the reason why things ended for them was because they were afraid of the power they had over you - maybe they thought things felt codependent? i could be totally wrong though so plz take it with a grain of salt. another message is "its not that they don't care, but they need space right now. don't interpret the space as 'they don't care about me'" i feel like you feel like they feel nothing towards you - but a message that came up is showing that they are also experiencing a lot of emotions if it doesn't seem like it. they are grieving but not showing emotion in a weird way. capricorn vibes

i think giving this connection space will help a lot. ive been there though i get it :( 8th house synastry is veryy intense

#free tarot card reading #astrology #intuition #tarot card readings #tarot #astrology readings #tarot card reading #tarot reading #witchblr #tarot cards #intuitive readings

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skeppsbrott · 11 months

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Unfortunately the post you reblogged about the perception of autism as something only cool people have was written by a terf. (I agreed with the post so I checked out op’s blog, got bad vibes, searched “trans” and found ugly stuff real fast)

Hi there anon!

So I've been waffling back and forth about how to reply to this but here is (sort of) where I have ended up:

Terfery is bogus. I don't need to elaborate on this. Terfery was embarrassing, destructive, self-cannibalising and reactionary when I first encountered it in like, 2012. In 2023, amidst a quite frankly astounding and terrifying backlash, even moreso. Socially isolating terfs from fellow feminists, activists, and (possibly) queers is a legitimate tactic of activism and I think it is a quite effective one. You treat our siblings, friends and allies like that while calling yourself a feminist? Go take a long walk off a short pier, mate.

And yet...

I do not really want to recieve messages like this.

I understand the impulse and I think the fact that you go out of your way to send me this underlines something important - we have a culture on this corner of the Tumblr that terfs ain't got no friends. It is not controversial to be like "yo fuck feminists that oppose trans liberation and have a gender-essentialist worldview" and that's unequivocally a good thing. I am glad that you trust my politics enough to send me this. I am glad that my politics shine through enough that I would obviously support your anonymous suggestion (except it is not a suggestion, you just gave me this information to, idk, fill out a bingo card and draw my own conclusions with, but nonetheless).

And yet, I do not really want to recieve messages like this.

I gave up social media activism many years ago. It made me miserable. It made me miserable to be around. It made my spaces of respit miserable and it meant I was always fucking on and I am not saying I am a great activist now but at some point you realize you'll just burn yourself out on that shit when instead you could like, idk, talk kindly to young queers who haven't worked out their internalised shit yet and help people come out of their freshly cracked eggs and support your older queer friends in their quests for parenthood in this wretched world. Make sure that anyone in your social circle knows that if they fuck around with gender essentialism they'll find out real soon but not because you make a big deal out of hating terfs but because you are loud and proud about having declared the old ways of doing gender over and done with. Hopefully?

I don't know. If you are my friend or you've followed me for a long time or we're mutuals or whatever and you see me behave in a way that makes you feel unsafe on my blog I think it is fair to reach out. "Hey, Skeppsbrott, this person you reblog a lot of art from is a quite vocal terf on their main blog and I really wish you wouldn't". "Hey, Skeppsbrott, I think you are being way too charitable to the debate happening on that post you just reblogged. This is my read, I hope you'll reconsider."

That seems actionable to me. Like yeah I probably should pay attention to the politics of people who very often end up in my reblog chains! I definitely should pay attention to the changing rethoric used by gender essentialists! I do not, however, want to spend energy wondering whether every post I reblog might possibly be made by a terf and feel guilty if I perhaps missed one. I also struggle with the anon ask as something that demands a response but which also demands it publicly. Would you have noticed if I removed the post but never replied to your ask? Would you get suspicious if I never DID reply to your ask? I guess part of why making it an anon ask is that the act of condemning terfery in an ask is more potent than removing a jokey and a little mean but nonetheless fair post about autism that got like three hundered notes. No one really suffers from that post, that's kind of the conundrum here. Either way, I am not here to scorch the earth, but then again -

"Hey, Skeppsbrott, this person you reblogged a post from is trying to become a tumblr funnyman so that they can infiltrate more people with transphobic propaganda"? Yeah. I guess that is not so different from what I commented above.

Perhaps at the end of the day I am just really, very, terribly equipped for social isolation tactics. I just can't really bring myself to do it. Call it trauma or poor constitution or whatever. It just brings me this great, deep sadness, where I look at who I was and can't help but wonder what I would have gotten lost in if there hadn't been people who looked me sternly in the eye and said "that's fucked up. Get out now before I too grow to hate you".

Or maybe I am just a coward. That is entirely possible as well. Even quite likely.

Thank you, anon, genuinely. I appreciate it. But maybe next time, don't?

#bluh bluh #this is my new ask tag

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newhologram · 2 years

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New's Ketamine Diary

5.28.22 Week 9/10 of at-home K Cosmic Clockwork

Today was my last day of everyday cryotherapy. I'm proud that I was able to be consistent. I went almost every single day, only skipping when I needed to work. I'm sad that it has to end for now but this will free up my time and money a lot. Driving there every morning was definitely wearing me out. I plan to return to a few cryo treatments a month when I'm able to.

Still dealing with pelvic/lowback and shoulder injury pain but it seems like the newer dose is starting to handle my fibromyalgia and nerve pain. I definitely find myself surprised by a little more stamina than usual on some days. I still have excessive daytime sleepiness from the narcolepsy but it feels like my body is starting to have a higher threshold. I saw this result about a week before I finally tried microdoses of kratom. That is also going well for my symptoms but I'm still in the experimental phase so we'll see.

Shoulder seems to have improved rapidly over the past few days. I don't doubt that red light therapy + everday cryotherapy has helped it heal fast. But if I overdo it and use my arm too much it flares a lot, so I'm still wearing my sling for another week as needed. Ortho appointment is in a few weeks. Really hopeful that this is just a bad sprain and not a tear.

PMS depression started 2 weeks before I'm due as usual. Really rough, my brain is just white noise when this happens. Just had to hunker down through it with video games and cartoons as usual. Felt very hopeless, worthless. Or maybe not worthless, I don't feel that too much anymore. I know my worth and my value, but what I feel is mourning that I can't really do something bigger in this state. I don't know exactly how to explain it. Being creative, ambitious, and chronically ill (and a Capricorn lmao) is a very difficult soul archetype mashup. Preparing myself for my period next week. For months my periods have been "I think I need to go to the ER" level of agony and even though I just went for my shoulder, I might just go if it gets bad enough. At the very least we can have on file that this is what my ovary/endo/bowel is doing to me every single month.

Had a mellow trip after my primary follow-up and then 5 days later a bit of a more intense one to process the additional stress of now needing to see an oncologist (muffled screaming). Decided to play the same music that facilitated the last deep dive I did. Not sure what it is about that album but it's been the perfect music to hold my hand through some deep processing. Melted into a lot of timelines, different versions of myself, different fates, different planets, peered through the veil and grasped at the universe I want to experience. Tried, tried, tried to put my trust in the behind-the-scenes clockwork of the cosmos.

Because if these issues had been found 5-10 years ago, maybe medical science and technology wouldn't have been able to help me as much back then. So maybe it is better that I went through what I went through in order to become who I am to go through this now when doctors know more about how to treat this. At least that's what I'm hoping.

Finished season 2 of Russian Doll. It was very helpful to watch right after k therapy. They still did a really good job of showing what these kind of deep psychological soul trips are like. Once again the overall story resonated perfectly with that I'm going through. Coney Island, and all that.

It is interesting how the past 4 years we've been hammered by media about this kind of concept: the other versions of us living other lives, the other versions of us who didn't make it. Such deep, vivid dreams that are so real and long they feel like we were living out another life--and can we connect with the other us somehow? Can we replace them or change the past to make our present better or are we stuck with the cards we've been dealt? The dreams are so real and good that when we wake up, it's confusing to find ourselves in this timeline.

More recently it's ramped up almost to a comical point. So many movies and shows that I feel are tapping at my aquarium to wake me up from the dreams where it's flooding. The water is brown and surging. I use the last of my strength to push a friend to the surface. I can still see light at the top of the water and as I sink to the bottom, I think, "I don't know if I can make it back up for air." I've always been a good swimmer, but I'm so tired I can't move anymore. A sense of peace and acceptance washes over me, mixing with the terrified dread of being in deep, dark water. There are giant eels in some dreams. But sometimes it's just a mall, filled with water and debris and screaming people. I either somehow find the strength to swim back up, or I wake up before I've drowned. I've had several of these dreams lately.

I want to make the choice to not drown. But I also want to be realistic--and prepared--for life.

#teku #new's ketamine diary

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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🚕NEW YORK CITY🚕

Prompt (from kofi donation): Bailey requested something angsty with a happy ending so here you go! (and thank you for the donation bby!)

warnings: angst, language, blood

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Harry was truly a good person who treated people with kindness but he was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination.

Just like in any marriage, you got to see the best of your spouse and the downside was you saw them at their worst sometimes.

YN was definitely witnessing her husband at one of those ‘worse’ times.

Times that were usually saved for when he was stressed out on tour.

She could deal with a lot before engaging in a fight with Harry, even when he’s a cranky brat - but the one thing she can’t stand is when he acts like a spoiled little popstar who’s more important than everyone else.

YN is the lead designer for his merchandise as well as social media manager for her husband. She managed all of his accounts from Twitter, Instagram, etc.

She didn’t mind that part of the job but she didn’t love it.

What she was truly passionate about was designing merchandise for the tour, as well as all of his other promotional adventures.

Harry had made it clear from the beginning of his solo career that he trusted his wife’s skills and abilities - that she didn’t need to run everything by him like an employee would.

There was a very clear line that in no way was their relationship boss/employee because that sounded like a recipe for disaster.

Harry was exhausted with his back to back Nashville shows, his first night at MSG, and tonight was his second.

He had been miserable since he woke up, refused to work out with his personal trainer, wouldn’t answer the hotel door to Jeff, and complained that YN had folded one of his shirt in a way that caused wrinkles.

YN had been laying low, excited as she had created this fantastic new design for a surprise sweatshirt merch drop in Florida.

It was a seventies inspired font that was reddish orange across the chest on a white cotton fabric that said Come Get Your Love with a mushroom surround by a few retro styled flowers.

On the back was the name of the tour with the list of every date and location of the concert in the same font with flowers and mushrooms scattered around the text.

When the design was approved by management and printing of it was going to begin, YN was so so excited to share the design with her husband.

He had been saying in passing that it would be cool to do a random new merch drop as well as wanting some retro vibes on it.

YN delivered, it took her quite a while to get everything how she wanted it but she was so excited when she got the prototype to show Harry.

It was pre-show, he still hadn’t really snapped out of the attitude and nasty mood he was in so YN was trying to let him have space - which is extremely hard to give him space when this whole tour is for him.

*YN’s concert outfit*

She had left the sweatshirt on the back of a chair in the conference room, she had shown everyone else beside Harry and they were all obsessed with it.

YN was currently sat on the ground with the band, Jeff, and Tommy playing a game of Cards Against Humanity when Harry is storming into the lounge room with the sweatshirt in his grip.

“Wha’ the fuck is this?” Harry demands, mostly to Jeff but the everyone is looking at him with confusion.

“It’s the sweatshirt for the surprise merch drop in Florida?” Jeff trails off, unsure of why his client is so irate.

“I didn’t fuckin’ approve this design! Y’didnt even run it by me!” Harry accuses, now directly looking at his wife, “Y’think I want a fuckin’ shroom sweatshirt in my merch line? How does tha’ go with anything else like the bunnies?”

YN drops her cards, pushing herself off the ground, and crossing her arms as she tries to take a calming breath, “I’m sorry you don’t like the print but it’s already approved and being sent for sale for all the tour dates in Florida. We’ve had the conversation before that I didn’t have to check with you.”

Harry has the audacity to throw the article of clothing on the ground like it was worthless, garbage, “I guess tha’ needs to change! Now tha’ I have this going up! It’s m’fuckin’ tour, m’merch, and I want it my way. This is unacceptable.”

The band had yet to see the couple in a fight, yet to really see the usual, level-headed YN actually get angry with Harry.

“I am not your employee, Harry. Do not talk to me like that. You’re acting like a spoiled brat but this tour is about more than just your wants. I worked really hard on that design for you to just toss it on the ground like it’s meaningless,” YN replies, tone still calm and at a normal volume.

“I don’t care tha’ you worked hard on it! I don’t want this at my fuckin’ concerts!” Harry roars loudly, startling the others in the room as he points towards the discarded sweatshirt.

YN can feel the tears prickling at the back of her eyes at his harsh, loud words - his sharp jaw was tight and his eyes were narrowed at her like she was an enemy.

She could usually hold her own - would never walked away from a fight but battle it out until it was fully resolved but Harry had not only embarrassed her in front of their friends but hurt her feelings.

“Listen to me closely, Harry. I don’t give a fuck if you’re tired or unhappy with this design. I have no idea who you think you’re talking to right now but you’re not going to talk to me like this,” YN says tightly, holding back emotion as she huffs out of the room and back towards his dressing room.

Harry automatically starts to feel a bit of shame when he’s left in a dead silent room with everyone looking at him like he had three heads.

He doesn’t say anything else, quite surprised his normally feisty wife left the argument without resolution.

When he enters the private room, YN is shoving a few items into her purse before swinging it over her shoulder and snatching up her jacket.

“Wha’-wha’s goin’ on?” Harry asks in confusion, heart picking up speed as his wife slips into her shoes she had taken off. ***

“I’m going back to the hotel. I’m not staying here to support your performance when you just treated my hardwork like shit and didn’t support me,” She bites out, doing her damn hardest to not let her voice quiver.

“Bab-“ Harry begins, he knows he’s in deep shit when she leaves the show - it didn’t happen unless he’d really fucked up.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” She mocks his accent, “You just embarrassed us in front of our friends, disrespected my work, and disrespected me all because you’re tired. I’m so done with you right now,” YN shakes her head, shouldering past him without another word.

He watches in regret as she strides down the hall where Alberto is waiting for her, to transport her back to their hotel.

It was always a less enjoyful concert when his wife wasn’t in attendance - his eyes darted to the box where she should be sitting like she was yesterday, dancing and singing along.

It wasn’t often Harry was disengaged onstage, not as present as he normally was but his mind kept wandering back to his wife and how royally he fucked up.

There was a small glimmer of hope that she would appear at some point, change her mind, and watch the concert but that box reserved for her stayed empty the whole time.

The crowd could tell too.

He didn’t read many signs, didn’t pick up any objects thrown his way, and when the set was over he didn’t linger on the stage.

The band was chatting backstage afterwards when Harry approaches them, swallowing his pride, and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Er, so uh,” Harry’s tone was his normal, slow-paced morbid style as he stumbles to properly form the right words, “I uh-wanted to apologize f’actin’ like tha’ earlier. I shouldn’t have taken m’frustration out like tha’ and er, yeah.”

His friends forgive him but imply that he really needs to go be apologizing to his wife and not them which he tells them he’s going to do next.

Harry feels nervous he taps the keycard against the lock to get into the hotel room - his hair was still damp from shower at the venue.

It was a penthouse suite, so Harry didn’t automatically see his wife - he steps through quietly until he reaches the bedroom where she’s sat on her laptop with bleary, puffy eyes in the bed - just in a oversized shirt.

“Darlin-“

“I really really don’t want to talk to you right now,” She tells him without looking up from her screen, tapping away at the mouse - Harry knew she was most likely updating his social media to thank New York fans.

“Please, can I just say somethin’?” He tries again, biting back the frustration as he lingers in the doorway.

“You’ve said quite enough today,” YN dismisses dully, her feelings were so immensely hurt she felt a bit numb at the moment.

“I should-“

“I just want left alone. There’s like three other bedrooms in this penthouse - go sleep in one of them!” She finally raises her voice at him like she rarely ever ever did.

His expression hardens into stone, brow furrowed as he snaps back, “Fine! Don’t want t’sleep in ‘ere anyways!”

She can hear him stomping throughout the hall, being overly noises with things from his suitcase, and then turning the volume up much louder than necessary on the television.

It was all in the hopes of getting a reaction out of his wife - he wanted her to come out and yell about that noise, engage with him.

But he’s disappointed when she stays in the bedroom, not acknowledging any of his childish behavior.

As he sips on a protein smoothie, he swipes through his phone, and when he checks his email - he sees that Jeff has forwarded him an email that he originally wasn’t tagged in.

The subject read: SURPRISE FOR H!

And the email was written by his wife.

It read.

Hello everyone!

I got approval from management for the surprise sweatshirt merch drop for Florida. I worked extremely hard on the design and wanted to send out a thank you for everyone who support me on this project.

I just ask that you keep this a secret from Harry. I’m hoping to surprise him at the show in with it. I also appreciate everyone reaching out to make sure they can get a sweatshirt.

All tour crew and staff will be getting the sweatshirt in advance to wear the day of the concert - to better surprise Harry for all his hard work on this concert so far.

Bestie wishes!

YN Styles.

He knows why Jeff forwarded the message to him, to show him what complete asshole he had been to his wife.

And the thing was, he actually did like the design the more he looked at it. His wife was so fucking talented it didn’t make sense.

Harry wasn’t quite sure what to do. He realized that pestering his wife to talk to him wasn’t going to be helpful but he couldn’t let her think that she wasn’t the most talented person in the world.

It was too late to find a flower shop to buy her an apology bouquet or a candy shop for some chocolates - not like that would have worked anyways.

Harry takes a shot in the dark, sending a text to Jeff who was in the hotel on a different floor.

H: I need you to run to the shops for me

Jeff: why would I do that at one in the morning

H: Because if I go out right now I’ll get mobbed

Jeff: what the fuck could you possibly need

Harry texts him the list, waiting impatiently until Jeff drops off the plastic bags filled with item at the door and he’s getting to work.

In one of the bedrooms, there is exquisite bathtub that overlooks the bustling of the city - Harry emptied all the supplies on the counter tops. ***

He began by running the water nice and steaming hot - dropping in a lavender bath bomb as well as adding bubble bath.

Then he’s lighting the vanilla and rosemary candles, lining some on the counters - her favorite scents before laying out her favorite soda and chips because she loves a bathtub snack.

It wasn’t anything spectacular, sure as hell not enough of an apology for how he acted but it could be a start.

Hesitantly, he enters the room where YN now has her tablet in front of her - obviously frustrated by the way she scribbles with her ipad pen to erase designs.

“I-I know y’don’t want t’talk to me right now. But can I, er, I drew y’a bath,” Harry mumbles sheepishly, it’s quite insane how YN can knock him back down to feeling like an embarrassed schoolboy.

She looks up after a moment, lip worrying between teeth as she debates whether or not to accept the so-called olive branch.

Luckily, YN does, tossing her ipad onto the bed, and swinging her legs off the side.

Harry’s instant urge is to reach out and touch her but she slips past him without letting that happen to wander into the set-up bathroom.

“Wow, this is nice,” YN hums, her tone still a bit bland and unhappy but it seems truthful - her words, “Thank you.”

And when she raises her eyebrow at him, his heart drops when he realizes that she wants his to get out so she can undress and bathe in peace - which was… fair but devastating.

“Uh,” Harry fumbles dumbly, not able to find a reason to stay any longer, “Er, let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Then she’s turning away from him and it’s difficult for him to leave the room and let her be.

“Fuck!” Harry grunts, furious out himself as stands in the kitchen. He pulls out a gleaming glass from the cabinet to fill with water to chug.

As he drinks his water, he scrolls on his phone until another email pops up - again, forwarded from Jeff because Harry wasn’t tagged in it.

It was an email from YN to Jeff, the timestamp states that she had sent it a few minutes ago when she was still in bed.

Hi Jeff,

I was wondering if there was any possible way we could not drop that new sweatshirt. Harry was very unhappy with the design and I don’t want it to be sold at the merch stands if he hates it. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Sincerely,

“God damn it!” Harry growls, he doesn’t even realize how hard he’s squeezing the glass until it actually shatters in his grip - the remnants falling to the tiled ground and vibrant red blood now dripping as well.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” He whines, dropping the rest of the glass to examine his now bloody, cut up hand that was twinging and pulsating.

It’s like his wife has a sixth sense for when he’s in pain because before he knows it - she’s padding into the kitchen with damp hair and a towel tucked around her.

“Bunny? What happened?” She was surprised to see so much blood but soon puts the pieces together - she’s guiding him over to the sink to run some warm water over it.

Despite Harry having a pain kink, loves the sensation of getting tattooed - the sight of blood made him woozy and feeling like he was gonna pass out.

“Glass, broke th-the glass. S’blood, m’bloody, baby,” Harry slurs as he tries to stay steady on his feet as YN starts to pick out the pieces that are wedge in his skin.

She leans over to kiss his shoulder, sweetly murmuring, “You’re okay, bun. Deep breathes, c’mon.”

And then…Harry starting sobbing, tears falling as he can’t wipe them, his chest shuddering because he feels like shit.

He was such an asshole to his wife but she is still here, helping and soothing him because shes so loving and empathetic.

“Whoa, H. It’s not that bad, baby. It’s just a few pieces, nothing major,” YN titters, thumbing away his tears with a slight smile - like he was being overdramatic.

“No-I’m, y’so good t’me and I treated you awful today. I don’t fuckin’ deserve you. M’sorry darlin’, m’so so sorry,” He blubbers, shoulders hunched in to make himself smaller as he sniffles.

“We can talk about it later. I saw a first aid kit in the bathroom, let me rub some cream on it and then wrap it all up,” YN replies calmly, dashing away to fetch everything - then she’s encouraging him to hop up on the counter to sit as she wraps it.

His free hand is rhythmically squeezing her plushy hip, eyes fixated on her beautiful, flawless face as she determinedly cares for his wound.

“There we go,” She announces when it’s all patched up with a pat to his thigh.

He isn’t thinking as he nudged forward to kiss her lips in gratitude, when he remembers she’s upset with him, he pulls back, “Sorry.”

“Don’t ever have to apologize for kissing me, H,” YN huffs out exasperated, “Would you like to join me in the bath?”

Harry nods cautiously, his hand moving from her hip to her belly to anywhere he can reach as he replies, “If you’ll have me.”

When they’re both in the tub, facing each other with his wife draping her legs over his as the bubbles nearly reach his shoulders.

“I’m very disappointed with how you acted today. I’m your wife, not your employee. Despite this being your tour, other people matter too. And I know you know that so I hate when you act like a entitled popstar. You’re better than that,” YN tells him, her tone isn’t angry but more melancholy which is almost worst.

“I never ever should have spoken to you like that. I really do like the design, I was just…looking for somethin’ t’be upset about. The sweatshirt is perfect and y’so fuckin’ brilliant tha’ I can believe you’re mine. The concert fuckin’ sucked without you there.”

Harry continues, his uninjured hand coming to massage the soles of her feet as he speaks, “I respect you w’everything I have. If anyone’s the boss, s’you. I acted like a spoiled brat and m’sorry. I love you with all m’heart and I’ll try t’be better.”

YN accepts the apology, especially when he massages both feet generously and then her calves before hand-feeding her a few flamin’ hot cheetos with a crinkled nose because he hates those things.

And when the water runs cold, Harry steps out and wraps her in a new towel - drying her reverently with kisses to her collarbone and shoulder as he murmurs sweet nothings.

Harry wasn’t perfect. YN didn’t expect him to be. But it didn’t matter because they love each other so fucking much.

RECORD BREAKING MERCH SALES - IS THERE ANYTHING HARRY STYLES CAN’T DO?

Harry Styles racked up nearly $725k in his two day stint at Madison Square Garden from his totes with bunnies to his creative tees designed by his wife, YN Styles.

As if it couldn’t get better, Styles dropped at new sweatshirt at his Orlando show that sold out within minutes of the stands opening.

It is estimated that in his one night in Orlando with the surprise new merchandise that he totaled up a staggering $450k.

With these numbers, Harry is rumored to be the biggest seller of merchandise in history. Fans who couldn’t get one state that they hope this sweatshirt will become a staple on tour.

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its-kall-the-clown · 2 years

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Could you perhaps do prompt 31 with toxic insanity shipping (the mayor x syntax)? I’d be greatful.

The ship is somewhat new and not very known, so don’t worry about getting creative! 💕

Toxic

Rating: PG13

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slipping under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic?

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31: “I own you."

Prompt list

This is one I haven't seen before so I gave it my best shot! TBH I had fun tho and now low key ship it kjsdhakljdf

Hope you enjoy!

Syntax sighed and rubbed his brow, the formula on the screen was nothing more than a smeared blur of numbers and letters. His latest project was an absolute headache to deal with, but like every project he threw himself into he always loved the challenge.

But perhaps he bit off a little more than he could chew this time.

It was a program that would self-analyze social media for mentions of the Monkie kid and any other demon battles that would happen around the city, then compiled the data collected to better determine the habits of all the enemies the spider clan had.

But there was a flaw somewhere in the programming, it kept going rouge and analyzing post on social media that was unrelated to the search parameters he gave it.

He growled and slumped back into his chair trying to figure out what was working with his program. It was like trying to pluck a single thread out of a ten-mile tapestry. He slumps back into his office chair considering just scrapping the program entirely and working it from the ground up.

Might actually be faster

"You have been working on that for a while."

Syntax shivers, a cold hand placed on his shoulder is like nitrogen to his skull and he whips around defensively, instinctively standing up and knocking his chair to the ground.

The smug subtle smile with too wide-eyed looks back at him from the 'mayors' face. He looms over him like a curse.

Syntax knew the 'mayor' wasn't actually the mayor of Megalopolis, he was the odd right-hand man to the creepy old girl that was 'helping' them and the spider queen. Personally Syntax didn't trust either of them, both were too shifty for his liking and whispered in a forgotten Tongue to each other.

Syntax always played his cards close to his chest, but now especially with these two wolves prowling around. Hungry for power and fangs dripping with bloodlust.

The human spider hybrid was honestly working on some contingency plans in place in case either of them betrayed his queen. However, it was almost impossible to lay these plans when he was constantly being chased by the Mayor.

He snarls at the abomination that still looms far too close in his space.

"What do you want?" Syntax turns his computer off, not even trusting them with his current aide project.

Mayor tilts his head, loose grey locks swaying with the bird-like motion. "Just checking in on you." They chuckle and lean more into the spider hybrid's space, forcing him back against his desk.

Syntax growls, examining the oddity before. Mayor seems to be in a much more casual look, his blazer abandoned, leaving him in a clean pale blue button-up, tie forgone, and the first few buttons undone. His sleeves were also rolled up his forearms making him seem like a businessman who just finished his 9 to 5 and was out for a few drinks. A surprisingly loose and attractive look for them...if Syntax was brave enough to admit it. Which he wasn't.

"Why are you really here?" he asked, subtly backing up into his desk, trying not to show how he felt a little cornered in his lab.

"Like I said-" Mayor pushed forward boxing Syntax in with his arms "-just checking on you." They smile like a cat that's caught the canary and Syntax suddenly wonders if he's grown feathers.

His heart starts pounding in his chest as the Mayor examines him with striking blue eyes that almost feel luminescent in the dim light of his lab.

If he didn't doubt the inhuman origins of the mayor he certainly did now.

He feels the cold breath of the mayor against his face and the sultry blue eyes pin him in place and Study him under hooded lids. Slender long fingers lift his chin up delicately like a specimen.

"I find you infuriatingly fascinating." They breathe out against his face making him shiver. He might be able to escape the creep's clutches...but at the same time...it's been such a long time since he's been...admired by someone else.

A thumb trails his chin seductively as Mayor continues to lean into his breathing space.

"Not quite a demon….not quite human~" they purr out, leaning forward closer to the point they were sharing air. "But all enticing~" they nip at Syntax's bottom lip and his breath hitches with the motion.

He had never been admired like this, treated gently, seen as alluring even in his current hybrid state. He can't help but fall into the spell of whatever this is.

A hand curls around The spider hybrids' hips and pulls their bodies flush to their own.

"All I want...is to own you." They hiss before crashing their lips together possessively. Syntax only resist for a moment, the surprise the only reason he did. As soon as he gets over the shock he melts into the kiss and pushes back just as viciously.

Its Tongues, fangs, and hormones after that, two bodies pressing so hard together like they were trying to fuse. Syntax can't help but let out a breathy moan when he feels Mayor's hand curl into the locks of his hair and tugs their neck back and chomps down on their neck. Fangs sinking into the skin there, staking territory and claiming him.

Syntax's toes curl in his shoes as he lets out a loud moan, pleasure racking his spine from the action for some unknown reason.

When the fangs are removed from his neck He feels a cold tongue lapping at the green blood there.

When Mayor pulls away there is that creepy little smile on his face that seems a tad too hollow.

"I own you." They promise, kissing his lips tenderly, reminding him of the power he held over him now.

If only Syntax knew what he surrendered that night...

#toxic insanity shipping #lego monkie kid #The Mayor #Syntax #Toxic insanity #yo this ship slaps for how fucked it can become kjsdgj;sdf #writting #wrtting prompts #uh oh Syntax #I think you just accepted to be his mate XDD

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depressing-debbie · 3 years

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Fluff alphabet for eren please!! I love your writing :)

Thank you!! I haven't written for Eren very much, but I'll do my best!! <3

Post time skip!!

As always, I'm using the prompt by @snk-warriors

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

His favorite activity would probably be late night driving, either blasting music or just enjoying the quiet. For special occasions, he’d get reservations at a nice restaurant or maybe set up a fancy candlelit dinner himself (as long as he didn’t make the food). In general, he really just wants to be around his SO.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

I think he first noticed his SO’s eyes, and more particularly, the emotion and spirit in them. He loves watching when they’re passionate and their eyes light up, he thinks it’s absolutely stunning. He just loves the fire in their personality.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He would be a bit uncomfortable or at least unsure at first, but we all know he has his fair share of experience with this himself. So, he would really just wrap them up in his arms and sit with them silently, his way of protecting them. Once they were calmed down a bit, he would ask if they want to talk about it or just keep sitting together, and he’d be happy to do either if it means not having to see them upset.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn’t really have any plans for the future. He knows that he can’t make any guarantees about what’s going to happen, and it scares him a bit to think about making plans that he can’t fulfill. When he thinks about the future, all he really sees is him and his SO together, whatever that means, and it’s enough to make him happy.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

For the most part, he’d be somewhat dominant in the relationship, wanting to protect his SO. But there are also times where he just needs to go with the flow, be held and reminded that everything will be alright. So in that way, it’s somewhat equal.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He has a bit of a temper, but not in any way that really matters. They probably bicker sometimes about small things, but he doesn’t really hold grudges, and he’d never instigate a fight about something important.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s incredibly grateful for his SO and everything they’ve done for him. He knows he’s lucky to be with them, and he reminds them constantly of how lucky he is and how much he appreciates them.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I’m honestly not sure. He wants to be completely honest with them, absolutely, but he has trouble being totally vulnerable like that. He would never keep secrets that could genuinely hurt their relationship, but he’s also probably not completely honest about some of his past and his experiences. Maybe over time he would feel comfortable enough to share it with his SO, but he might just not want to talk about it.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

His SO absolutely inspired him. He’s a bit of a pessimist by nature, and being with them, he slowly starts to let himself see the good in everything, and maybe even have hope for the future. Knowing that he has someone supporting him, and that he was lucky enough to find someone so amazing, helps him to become just a bit more optimistic.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He does get jealous sometimes, to be honest. He knows how amazing his SO is, and it makes him uncomfortable to watch other guys notice it as well. He only steps in if they look uncomfortable, at which point he will literally scare the other person away. He trusts his SO, so he would never get mad at them or start to doubt them.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Eren likes to live in the moment, and their first kiss reflected that. He probably thought about it for a little while leading up, but he didn’t have any kind of solid plans. He just looked over that them one day and thought about how stunning they are, and decided that it was the right moment. He absolutely asked if he could kiss them, and didn’t lean in until they agreed. It was small, but passionate and loving. He’s a great kisser, and it becomes a very regular thing in their relationship.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He shows his appreciation for them constantly, but actually saying the words “I love you” would be really hard for him at first. He waits a bit longer than most people would, but that just means that when he does say it, they know he means it, one hundred percent. He probably wasn’t planning to say it when he did, it just made sense in the moment.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

The idea of marriage scares him a bit, to be honest. He’s absolutely committed to his SO, but he’s afraid of getting married without having any idea what’s going to happen in his future. In the end, though, especially if his SO wants to, he would absolutely want to get married. He’d plan a very romantic proposal with roses, maybe even somewhere more public if he thinks his SO would be comfortable with it. There probably wouldn’t be much of a change in their relationship after getting married, but he would secretly enjoy the added little domestic dynamic of getting to call each other a spouse.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He definitely calls them babe or sweetheart, maybe even “love” when he’s feeling particularly romantic. He also definitely has a joke nickname that he teases them with.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s not actually very obvious when he’s starting to fall in love. He’s always affectionate with his SO, so they probably won’t notice much of a difference. And the other people around him definitely can’t tell because he would never talk about it. His SO is only going to find out when he decides it’s the right time to actually express his feelings.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He’s pretty upfront about it, and he loves getting to introduce his SO to his friends. And he’s not obnoxious about PDA, but a general low level of affection in public doesn’t bother him at all.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

He has a really sarcastic sense of humor, and it might even seem a little bit rude to other people, but his SO thinks it’s hilarious. They know he’s never serious, so the two of them go back and forth with witty comebacks and teasing jokes.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s very romantic, and I think it’s pretty equal between cliche and creative, but definitely leaning more towards cliche. He’s definitely a roses and candlelit dinner kind of guy, but he also just wants to make his SO happy, so he’d be more than willing to come up with something super creative to make them smile.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He will support his SO through absolutely anything. He doesn’t want to lie to them when they ask for his honest opinion, but he really does believe in them completely. He’s cheering them on no matter what, and he knows they’re going to succeed because they’re amazing.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He probably does want to spice things up a lot. They probably have some basic level of routine, but he gets pretty bored when he falls into a very specific set routine with his life, so he loves trying new things. He especially loves that he gets to try new things with his SO, because that’s just one more way that their life experiences intertwine.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He knows his SO completely, and he empathizes really deeply. He doesn’t always understand what’s happening in their brain, he’s not a mind reader, but he can usually tell how they’re feeling, and he knows how he can cheer them up.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His relationship is really important to him. Once they reach a certain point in their relationship, he’s committed, one hundred percent. He allows himself to lean on them and depend on them being there. Losing them would be really hard for him.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He secretly loves taking pictures with his SO. If they tell him they want to take a picture, he’ll roll his eyes and tease them for being so caught up with social media, but it actually makes him happy. He likes having little memories together that he can physically keep with him and look back on later.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He’s very affectionate. It’s pretty 50/50 on whether he would initiate cuddling or not, but he definitely enjoys it. He loves being physically close to his SO, and getting to put his arms around them to make them feel safe.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He’s really not a yearning type. He definitely misses them when they’re gone, but they’re both pretty busy in general, so it’s not out of the ordinary. He would want to check up on them while they’re gone, but otherwise, he’s just happy to give them a big hug when they get back and listen to all of their stories.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He is absolutely willing to do whatever it takes to keep their relationship strong and healthy. His priority is that his SO is happy, whatever that means.

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nohoney · 3 years

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You and Me (And Him)

notes: Part 2 of the Us Series, also posted on my ao3

characters: Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Takami Keigo/Hawks

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, open relationships, angsty-ish, threesome

summary:

“If this happens… will it be just sex or will it be more?”

Golden eyes stare back at you. “It can be whatever you want it to be (Name).”

You scrutinize him under your gaze for a little bit, silent for a few moments before asking, “Will you kiss me?”

“Of course.”

Touya had introduced you to Keigo when your relationship was just two months old. You remember being astounded by his eyes at first, they were so bright and friendly as opposed to Touya’s which were piercing and intimidating. Keigo was such an easy going guy, his manner of speaking and his certain lilts when he talked made you feel comfortable immediately despite how nervous you were at first. He fit easily into your life, a friend that you knew you could rely on for almost anything.

Where Touya was apathetic and aloof, Keigo was magnetic and charming.

It was a wonder how those two got along, you had to figure that the ‘opposites attract’ concept worked out for them. You’re not certain what the turning point was in their relationship that Keigo received permission to address Touya by his birth name, but obviously it meant a lot to your boyfriend and Keigo seemed touch to be apart of his inner circle. Aside from pills they ingested and the powders they snorted that bonded them together, they had a genuine friendship.

It goes to say that Touya and Keigo are close, and they’re close enough where apparently there’s an option of sharing you between the two of them.

“I gave you permission to fuck who you want doll, Keigo is not the worst person you could choose. In fact, I’d like it if he were the one to keep you warm for me.”

You liked to believe that you and Keigo had a strictly platonic friendship, but Touya had essentially ruined that perspective for you now.

Had Keigo always felt that way from the very start or was it gradual during your budding friendship? Did he want to be your second boyfriend or was he looking for something a little more casual?

Those were all important questions but there was one that you needed answered first before you did anything with Keigo.

You were working up the nerve to ask Touya this ever since that day when he fucked you while Keigo was right beside you. He sat on the edge of his couch with his laptop on the coffee table, reading over an article needed for one of his classes. Drug dealer aside, he was actually a good student, breezing through his classes easily. Though you know that the only reason why he would finish up so quickly was so that it wouldn’t interfere as much with his dealing. As opposed to Keigo who liked to sit down and really make sure that he retained the knowledge.

“Touya, can I ask you something?” you ask from your end of the couch, shifting your feet towards Touya until they were on his lap. He props your feet in his lap and he strokes his hands over your shins and calves, his expression bored but attentive as he turns to look at you. “That thing you said before about Keigo wanting to… do stuff with me. You weren’t just saying that so that I’d bother you less when you go out right?”

When you go out and sell to your whores. You want to add that part but you know it’s best not to bring it up; you’ve already had this conversation with him and it’s too soon to open it back up again.

“I said it because I know that Keigo will treat you right doll. I trust him and I know that he’d be good to you.” Touya answers honestly.

“You’re good to me.” you tease, lightly nudging your foot up into his hand.

Touya smirks at you and crawls his way over to your side of the sofa. He moves to make you sit on his lap, your legs straddling him as he leans back against the sofa. Your hands touch his shoulders before drawing down, your index fingers tracing his chest beneath the white, sleeveless shirt that he’s wearing. “I’m fucking great to you doll. I’m so fucking great to you that I wouldn’t mind if you fucked my closest friend.”

You grind down on Touya’s lap, his cock stirring beneath the dark sweats that he’s wearing and moan when he thrusts up into you. Ghosting your lips over his, you tease him just a little bit when he tries to go in for a kiss and pull back with a giggle. Touya isn’t having it though, putting his hand on the back of your neck and keeping you in place so that he can go in for a proper kiss. You like when he asserts himself like this over you and renders you helpless before him, it gets you going. “I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me right now baby.” you purr.

The discussion is tabled for now as you ride Touya’s cock and he leaves you a shaking mess afterwards.

Keigo comes to the Touya’s apartment later on during the week. You walk in after finishing up at your part time job to see them splitting an eightball between the two of them at the dinner table. You’d never done more than a gram of coke before and even then you usually split up that gram with one another person. “Geez, what’s the special occasion?” you ask as you set your purse down and shrug off your sweater.

“Nothing in particular, just thought of relaxing today.” Touya answers as if it’s the normal thing in the world. Relaxing with a six pack of beers with the boys, that’s normal; relaxing with an eightball of cocaine with the boys, that’s not.

But this is your life with Touya as your boyfriend and as long as he or Keigo don’t overdose on you, then everything should be fine. You know that this definitely is not their first time and you once again remind yourself about the gap between you and the boys.

“Dove, do you want a line?” Keigo asks as he uses a credit card to cut three white lines on the surface of one of the dinner plates. You don’t think it’s really a question because he pretty much made a third one anyway for you to take. He’s waving you over, an expectant smile on his face that you can’t bring yourself to say no to. Instead of sitting in the chair next to him, Keigo pulls you onto his lap instead and hands you a rolled up bill.

Just one line. you think to yourself as you inhale the powder through the bill.

That one line ends up becoming ten instead, very measly compared to the boys but considered a lot for yourself.

Touya and Keigo pretty much polish off the rest of the eightball and talk amongst themselves at the dining table still while you moved yourself over to the couch. Laying on your stomach and facing away from the boys, you idly scroll through your social media on your phone to keep yourself entertained. Your brain is a little wired so you’re just waiting for the coke to pass through your system and then you can sleep properly. From behind, a hand goes underneath your shirt and slowly smooths up your spine. It feels pleasant and your body shudders in response, pushing back against the hand as a silent beg for more. You’re surprised that Touya is massaging you, most of the time he tends to just skim the tips of his fingers all over your back until you fall asleep. Deft fingers press into the right spots on your back and you can’t help but let out a quiet moan along with a whined out, “Thank you baby.”

“You’re welcome dove.”

You turn back to see that Keigo had been the one massaging you while Touya just remained at the table, watching from his seat with eyes full of mirth and a grin to match.

How blatant of the both of them.

And that’s only the beginning.

Every instance Keigo is in your presence, he begins to invade your personal space more often and pushes the boundaries of your friendship into something more. Touches to your waist or the small of your back, quick pecks to your cheek or your lips, sometimes putting his hand on your thigh, even his pet names become a little more affectionate like little dove or songbird. It doesn’t make you uncomfortable per se but you’ve yet to really come to a conclusion about what you want to do about him.

You know that if you don’t say anything about it, if you don’t verbalize a ‘no’ or ‘stop’, Keigo’s just going to keep on going. After all, if you don’t stop one's actions they assume that it’s okay to keep on going and possibly to do more.

It appears that Touya’s getting a little impatient with your inaction, confronting you about it after fucking in the backseat of his car one day.

“So are you going to let Keigo smash or what (Name)?”

“I… don’t know. You and me and him, don't you think it will be weird?”

"Only if you make it weird."

You lay naked together rather comfortably despite the small space, your cheek resting against his chest where his heart is beating so close to your ear while he’s petting your head. It’s quiet between the two of you, just trying to catch your breath before having to get dressed and dropped off to your own bed. You want to be in Touya’s bed or have him sleep in yours, but he has a drop off to replenish his inventory later on and wants you where he knows you’re safe. It’s sweet how he doesn’t risk you like that, he only allows you to know so much. Maybe that’s part of the reason why he’s pushing Keigo onto you, to keep an eye on you when he’s not able to.

Touya loves having you in his sights, doesn’t like when you stray too far from him, even if he doesn’t show it on his face. You know by his tells, squeezed just a little too tight in a hug or the constant question he asks just right before you leave ‘are you sure?’ or the way his jaw clenches just a smidge too tight when you want to sleep in your own bed instead of his.

He pats the back of your head twice to let you know to get up.

Touya’s quicker to get dressed and you move to the side so that he can crawl to the driver’s side first. You’re still pulling on your pants when you feel his large hand wrap around your bicep to get your attention. “Baby?”

“If you don’t want to do anything with Keigo, that’s fine (Name). The least you can do is to tell him to stop flirting if you’re not interested though.” Touya tells you, a hint of irritation behind his tone. You don’t get to say anything else as he crawls to get to the driver’s seat and starts up the car. “Come on, I can’t be late.”

You sleep alone in your bed that night, thinking about you and Keigo and Touya.

A few more days pass before you finally give an answer.

Touya holds you from behind, his arm curled around your waist and his face nuzzled against the back of your head, he’s resting in your bed peacefully after a long night of being up. It’s getting close to noon and you’ve pretty much skipped your classes for the day because his hold on you is iron tight. He’s still fast asleep but you’re wide awake and desperate to use the bathroom to pee so you try to wriggle out of his hold. The movement disgruntles Touya but he releases you to flop on his back to continue sleeping.

You relieve yourself and wash your hands in the sink, glancing up at the mirror to check your complexion briefly before walking back into your room. Touya always looks most peaceful when he’s asleep, not like the bored expression he’s always sporting on his face whenever he’s out in public. You get back in the bed, not with the intention to sleep more, but you just want to be close to your boyfriend just a little bit longer. Reaching a hand out to massage his scalp, your fingers are brushing through his hair and he groans under your touch. You hold in a giggle as Touya sticks his hand down his boxer briefs, just letting his hand rest on his soft cock and doing nothing else but continuing to sleep.

“Touya? Touya, it’s almost noon.” you call out to him.

“… Doll.” he grunts out, slightly annoyed at being woken up.

“You want something to eat? You hungry?”

Touya just dismissively waves his other hand at you, the one that’s not shoved into his underwear.

“Okay, I’ll just make something so that you can have the leftovers later on and I want to have a proper threesome with Keigo.” The last part you just quickly blurted out to get it out of the way.

There… said it, finally told him what I want to do.

He’s silent for a few seconds before he opens his eyes to look at you. “It can just be you and him doll, I’m not making it a requirement for me to be there.”

“I know but I was thinking about it and I think I just want to officially induct Keigo by having a proper threesome.”

Touya pulls his hand out from his underwear and pats his thigh, signaling you to come sit on his lap. He puts his hands on your hips as you sit on his cock, his thumbs teasing the hem of your panties and has you grinding slightly on him. “You want Keigo to stuff your mouth while I drill this slutty pussy? Or I can fuck your face instead and he can go balls deep in you? How about double penetration? You love it when I play with your ass while I fuck up your pussy with my cock. I think it’d be nice to cream you in both of your holes. Or maybe we’ll just cum on your sexy body together. Last time he came on your tits, you have no idea how wild that drove him.”

“Okay, you sound way more excited for it than I am.” you laugh as you take Touya’s hands off your hips and lace your fingers together. “But yeah, I want to do this… with Keigo.”

“Alright doll but you have to be the one to tell him.”

And so you do later on that day, Touya smacks your ass on the way out of his apartment as you go to meet up with Keigo. He gives you a shit eating grin as he watches you walk away, proud that he can see the slight limp in your step.

So you sit with Keigo at a booth in back inside a cafe as he tells you about his week; he’s always busy in between his classes, completing his lab work, studying and tutoring. You’ve realized very early on that he likes to be a busy person, he likes keeps his scheduled jam packed sometimes. Yet he handles the load of all his responsibilities with ease, like he’s barely trying and that it’s as easy as hanging up a shirt and moving onto the next. You’re certain that if you even attempted to imitate his lifestyle that you wouldn’t be able to handle it as well and just burn out.

It could be the Adderall that Touya supplied to Keigo that helped him sometimes, but even without it he still held himself together rather well.

You’re trying to find the right way to tell Keigo, wondering what’s a smooth transition into telling him-

“Let’s have another threesome.”

Way to be fucking smooth!

Keigo was in the middle of telling you about this plant nursery he thought you’d like when you interrupted him. His golden eyes are set wide in surprise, as if someone had put him on pause and he’s waiting to be set right again. He’s still for a few seconds when he finally blinks and looks at you.

Golden eyes just stare at you and you’re squirming under his gaze.

Maybe I waited too long and he’s not interested anymore?

“Aw dove, you realize how cute you look right now? You’re like a shy schoolgirl asking to hold hands for the very first time.” Keigo coos at you, leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand and smiling. “You sure you want to? I’m also okay if you want nothing to change between us, I love being your friend.”

“A friend who wants to fuck you.” You remember Touya’s words from that time.

You nod your head and reach for his hand to take it in yours. “I just have to know something. I already asked Touya but I need to hear this from the only person I know that probably knows him the best. You’ll be honest with me, won’t you?”

Keigo’s hands are warm as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Of course (Name).”

“It’s just, you know, the whole thing with Touya and the other girls that he does his business with… I’m not accepting it still, I guess I’m just letting it happen because he insists that I’m the only one that gets all this special treatment from and I’m believing him for the time being. I just wanted it to be me and him, just us, and now there’s you. I just need to know that he’s not proposing us, this arrangement, so that I’ll harass him less when he goes to see them.”

Despite the arrangement of bringing Keigo in, no matter what your relationship with Touya comes first. It still bothers you when he goes out to the others and you do your best to not let your jealously show, there’s no point in having consistent arguments about it. But you can’t help the paranoia in your heart that he only proposed this so that you don’t have a reason to bother him. As long as you have someone else to sleep with then Touya can continue doing what he’s doing, that’s what you think.

Keigo sighs as he holds your hands in his, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles. “Don’t tell him that I told you this but there used to be more girls before you came along.”

Your jaw clenches.

“How many of them do you know of at the moment?” Keigo asks.

“Three or four I think.” you answer.

“It used to be eight. After he met you, he pretty much cut that list down to half.”

Your heart twists at the truth but it still changes nothing. “So I’m supposed to feel grateful that he liked me enough to only keep half the whores he still wants to fuck? He says that I’m his number one but what happens when he ends up liking whore #4 more? Am I just going to get bumped down the list? Am I just whore #1 for the time being?”

Keigo scratches the back of his head and seems a bit reluctant all of a sudden but he continues to speak to ease your doubts. “It’s not like that dove, it really isn’t. Touya’s never been the best with confronting his feelings but I see how he cares for you. I know to you it seems like he still has whores he wants to hang onto, but in reality he’s been slowly letting go so that he can focus on you. I can’t tell you when the others will be gone but all I know is that you’re his priority. This is new for Touya, he’s never had a real relationship before you. All he’s ever had is just a casual thing—hell the girls that he’s sold to, you can’t even call it casual, it’s just-”

“Business.” Touya’s used that word plenty of times.

You already had a feeling that he had commitment issues, it’s obvious in the way he keeps you around but still sees the others.

“I remember how upset Touya was when you left that one time to sleep with someone else because you were angry at him. I’d never seen him get so upset over anyone else (Name), it’s just been you. The feelings he has for you, it's intense.”

“My question still isn’t answered Keigo: does Touya only want this to happen so that I’ll bother him less when he goes out? Like it’s okay for him to go out and get his dick wet, struggling with whatever feelings he has for us, while I’m wetting yours? Is it just easier for him knowing a friend is plowing me instead of a stranger? It just all seems so convenient for him.”

Keigo’s posture stiffens a little bit. “He knows that he’s the one who proposed it but he didn’t want to backtrack and change his mind once he realized that you shouldn’t be a random whore for someone else to use as they please… ironic coming from the guy that uses random whores as he pleases. He feels you only deserve to get fucked by people who love you, those were his words.”

“I trust him and I know he’d be good to you.”

Whoa… love? No one said anything about love.

Touya tells you how much he loves your pussy, he’s never said himself that he loves you. And Keigo? He just said not too long about that he loves being your friend…

“Wait, did Touya actually say that he loves me? What kind of love are we talking about?”

Keigo’s golden eyes briefly widen in surprise before realizing that he might have said too much, speaking of things that Touya told him he wasn’t ready to talk about with you just yet. “I… shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that… uh fuck I can’t really speak for Touya.” Keigo curses and takes his hand back, scrunching his hand in his blond hair and looks down in embarrassment. “He’s going to kill me.”

What happened to just proposing a simple threesome? You didn’t realize that all these feelings were going to be involved when you were going to talk to him today.

“Keigo, you are being honest with me though right? You’re not lying?”

Golden eyes look up at you, full of conviction. “I could never lie to you (Name).”

You hate that Touya still sees his other whores, he sells to them and fucks them. It didn’t matter that it’s been impersonal this entire time with the others, it just hurt that you couldn’t have all of him. And yet Keigo’s admission had just changed everything, all with just one four letter word, that apparently Touya was more wrapped around your finger than you thought. The situation itself is still twisted but you’re not trying to escape it. Instead you sink deeper and deeper into it.

"Did Touya say he loves me?" you ask, not surprised that your question is met with silence. It's clear that Keigo wasn't supposed to mention that to you at all. "Do you believe what he said? That I should only be fucked by people who love me? Do you love me Keigo and is that love the same as Touya's?"

His eyes betray nothing, now set on remaining mum when it comes to this topic it seems. His silence is an answer in of itself, though it's not exactly a clear one. You won't waste anymore time asking these questions, you set out here with a mission. “If this happens… will it be just sex or will it be more?”

Golden eyes stare back at you. “It can be whatever you want it to be (Name).”

You scrutinize him under your gaze for a little bit, silent for a few moments before asking, “Will you kiss me?”

“Of course.”

The kiss is nothing like the one at the house party when the two of you were rolling on ecstasy. There’s no enhanced euphoria to make it better or any other substance to get in the way of what it is; just a tender, chaste kiss. Luckily you two are seated in the back so there’s no one around to witness this, not like at the house party with so many people around. Even when you pull back, Keigo still leans forward to pepper your face with little pecks here and there.

You’re leading Keigo by the hand back to Touya’s place, the door already unlocked for you since you know he wasn’t going out today anyway. He’s emerging from his bedroom and grins at you when he sees you holding Keigo’s hand. A knowing grin comes onto his face as he leans against the wall, looking you up and down.

“Uh where should we do this?” you ask, squeezing Keigo’s hand and shifting your weight from one leg to the other in nervousness.

Touya approaches you and kisses your forehead before taking your other hand in his own. “Well what’s a place to have a ‘proper threesome’ doll? Just the bedroom? Last time we fucked on a couch so I think it’ll do just fine this time as well.”

“A proper threesome? Is that what you called it songbird? That’s so cute.” Keigo laughs and nuzzles his head against yours. “Though I can’t disagree, I didn’t really do anything to you.”

“Hey, I offered at the time and you said no.” Touya banters with Keigo as he leads you to the couch, having you sit down on it first. “You can’t really say that you weren’t given a chance.”

Keigo simply shrugs his shoulders in response before looking down at you. You sit way too stiff on the couch, back as straight as an arrow and your brows crinkled with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. He reaches a hand towards you and pats the top of your head, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing against your scalp and massaging to get you to relax. He thinks how cute you are, acting like as if he hadn’t already seen you naked and what you look like when you’re getting railed. He’s just excited to be able to play with you with his own hands this time, manipulating your pleasures to his own tastes while coordinating with Touya.

“What are you acting like such a virgin for? Keigo already knows what you look liked when you’re getting fucked. No need to be shy.” Touya quips at you and chuckles at how you hide your face in your hands. “Quit it doll, you’re not so innocent. He’s seen it and I’ve seen it, now be a good girl and take off your clothes.”

Touya speaks in that tone when there’s no room for argument, that you dare not talk back or else you’re going to get a punishment. And normally you love to test his patience when he speaks to you in that manner, you know he loves it when you get all bratty with him but with Keigo present you’re a little bit more reluctant to be so cheeky. So you follow directions and reach towards your pants zipper to get your bottoms off first but then Keigo catches your wrist in his hand.

“Wait, I want to undress her.” Keigo announces.

Touya allows it with a passive wave of his hand.

So Keigo kneels down to do the job himself, taking his time and touching you appreciatively while you look away from his gaze. It reminds you of when you tried undressing yourself at the house party when you were rolling to jump into a pool and he caught you just in time, helping poor little you dress back up because you shouldn’t have been trying to get naked with a bunch of strangers around you. Your face is warm as the tips of his fingers skim across your naked skin, completely in the nude and absolutely self conscious as your hands go up to cover your breasts.

Keigo gently pulls your hands away and asks Touya, “Was she this shy with you the first time?”

“Tch, shy? She’s the one that had me by the cock the first time we fucked, bratty little thing pretty much demanded that I blow her back out.” Touya chuckled as he pet the top of your head before lifting your head up. “Isn’t that right doll? You remember?”

You nodded as the memory resurfaced into your mind.

“So why so shy now dove?” Keigo asks as he sheds his shirt and moves to undo his belt buckle.

“It’s different, you’re a friend Keigo. And I’ve never pleased two guys at the same time.”

Touya just merely whips off his own shirt and palms his erection through his sweatpants. “You don’t have to worry about anything (Name). There’s nothing different about sex when there’s an additional person. Keigo’s got plenty of experience in this, he’s been to a few orgies and a gangbang once.”

You whipped your head back to look at Keigo who merely just scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Hehe, there’s no need to tell her that Touya. But things will be fine dove, we know you trust us. Remember what I said earlier?”

“Y-Yeah… I remember.”

They love you… though you’re not sure what the extent of their love is for you. It’s dangerous to confuse possession for love and that’s the feeling that you get from the both of them. The logical side of you is very aware of this fact and yet you ignore it once more. Love or not, this isn’t exactly your ideal relationship but you’re not quite willing to walk away just yet.

“Can you kiss me Keigo?” you ask, figuring that you might as well just start off.

“Of course songbird.” he says as he pulls you up from the couch and leans down to kiss you. He wastes no time in gliding his tongue against the seam of your soft lips, drawing a quiet moan from you. Keigo is definitely a gentle kisser, or at least for now he’s being gentle, and any nervousness you felt washed away in the tender way he held you in his arms. Keigo’s erection pokes at your thigh and you move one hand in between your bodies to hold it in your hand. You didn’t get a good look at it last time but from the feel of it you can tell it’s a bit smoother compared to Touya’s, a prominent vein underneath as you skim the tips of your fingers over it.

“Get on your knees doll, show Keigo how good you are with that mouth.”

Sinking to your knees, you get a good look at Keigo’s cock; it’s a pretty pink color that’s a little flushed at the tip and the length is close to Touya’s though skinnier in girth. You give it a few experimental pumps in your hand before dipping your head down to take him into your mouth. The taste is a little musty but that’s to be expected when your genitals just sit in your pants all day and it doesn’t bother you at all. His cock glides smoothly over your tongue and when it hits the back of your throat, you moan around it before pulling back with an audible pop.

“You’re looking at my cock like you’re in love with it dove.” Keigo teases. He expects you to quip back at him but you merely open your mouth and stick your tongue out, a quiet ‘ahh’ from you makes his spine tingle. “Eager girl.”

Touya watches you as you swallow Keigo into your eager mouth, your eyes looking up at him and meeting his golden gaze. Watching you on your knees for someone else is getting him hard as fuck, fisting his cock in his hand and proud that you’ve let go of your inhibitions. There was no reason for you to be so shy earlier, Touya knew that you’d relax instantly with Keigo; he always had a charm about him that made everyone comfortable once they met him.

Still though, you’re his girl and he does feel a bit left out so he takes you by the back of your head and directs you to go down on him instead. Touya sees how enthused you are at the familiarity of having his cock in your mouth and how you look up into his own eyes. You’re stroking Keigo with one of your hands while the other plays with your clit messily, all the while you’re smoothly sucking him off; you’re his slutty little multi-tasker. Back and forth you trade off between Keigo and Touya’s cocks and having completely forgotten how shy you were from before. You suppose that Touya’s words from before actually ring true.

Hands go underneath your armpits and you’re lifted to sit on the couch, ass hanging off the edge with your legs held open and leaning back on your elbows for support. You barely get a word in when Keigo smoothly slides down to his knees and proceeds to eat you out like he’s the hungriest man in the world and the first meal he’s given is absolute ambrosia. He’s fucking good with his mouth, a goddamn expert as his tongue flicks over the petals of your pussy, you can’t help but wonder if he got so good from those apparent orgies that Touya said that Keigo attended previously.

Touya has one leg kneeled on the couch and is balanced with one foot on the floor as he watches once again from the sidelines for a brief moment. He thinks of all the times the two of you had sex in front of a mirror, watching your reflection as he railed you on his cock and keeping his eyes forward rather than on you. It’s different to see you in this perspective, being touched by someone else and hearing you moan for his closest friend. If you were moaning for anyone else, if Keigo wasn’t the one Touya had chosen, he’d go crazy with jealousy. He thinks of the scumbag men he’d seen eye you up and down when you weren’t looking, how he knows that they would see you as just a hole to fuck rather than a precious gem to treasure. They wouldn’t cherish you like he did, wouldn’t appreciate you the way Touya does, the things he’d do for you he knows that no other man would. Keigo is the only person he would trust to lavish you with all the affection you deserve.

She’s mine. Touya thinks before looking at Keigo. She’s ours.

You’re obedient when Touya reaches a hand forward, his thumb pressing against your plush bottom lip before you take it into your mouth. Keigo’s teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue and has two fingers moving inside you, golden eyes set on you as you look up at Touya. Your eyes are fluttering though, struggling to keep them focused as his fingers steal your concentration by finding your g-spot and dragging the pads of his fingers down before repeating the motion. A drawn out groan rumbles out from your pretty mouth and you drop your head back.

“She just came.” Keigo states as he withdraws his fingers from you and licks up your juices. “You enjoy yourself songbird?”

You answer with a tired nod of your head.

Keigo chuckles quietly, rubbing his hand on your thigh before looking to Touya. “Does she need a minute?”

“No, she can keep going." Touya kneels down to you and kisses you briefly, waking you from your orgasm-induced stupor as you reach up to touch the back of his neck and kiss you deeper. You and him are lip-locked as Keigo kisses up your body, focusing on your breasts as the pads of his fingers press into your hipbones and make you shiver under his touch. You think that maybe Touya was right from before, that sex isn’t that much different when you have another person around. Kissing is still the same, blowjobs are more or less the same, so is being eaten out, but you’re getting twice the pleasure and excitement.

One hand reaches down and scrunches through Keigo’s blond hair, soft tresses glide through your fingers and you’re reminded of the last time you rolled. His hair was just as soft when you had first kissed him at the party and you think briefly about what kind of shampoo and conditioner he uses to keep his hair so soft, maybe he uses hair masks and stuff like those internet hair recipes for it to feel so nice. So you grab a handful of it and pull his head back, giggling when he grunts and the faint hiss of, “Naughty little dove…”

Touya moves aside to make way for Keigo as he slides up to kiss you once again. In the midst of it, you feel the blunt head of his cock push against your entrance. You won’t dare break from the kiss from Keigo and you blindly reach for Touya’s hand, which he takes and holds it gently. There’s more nudging against your pussy and you think of that song that you’ve heard circulating on the internet, a specific lyric that you think is a fitting theme for tonight: I wanna ruin our friendship.

You could change your mind, tell Keigo to get off you and make Touya back off as well.

“I’m going to put it in now, okay?”

But you won’t tell them to, you decided you want this.

You think of your come down from when you rolled last and how this is almost the same situation except that Keigo is the one to fuck you while Touya sits nearby with his cock in his hand. So you brace one hand on Keigo’s shoulder and widen your legs for him, looking between turquoise eyes of your boyfriend and the golden ones of your friend. “Take his cock doll, fulfill Keigo’s fantasy and let him wreck you.”

It must be Keigo’s eagerness to have been wanting to fuck you since you met because he wastes no time in pummeling his cock into you. He’s not as rough as Touya but there’s definitely enthusiasm in his movements, his eyes entranced on your tits as they bounce with the momentum of his thrusts. Touya has your hand on his cock and makes you jerk him off, calling you a pretty, dirty whore and you vocalize your agreements.

“Fuck she’s such a slut!” Keigo says more to himself rather than Touya. He grabs a handful of your hair in his hand and yanks it back, making you gasp as your neck is exposed and he leans forward to bite down on your soft flesh. This is everything he dreamed of and more, of course the real you is far better than the nights he spent imagining what you would be like with his dick in his hand. Touya is his friend and he always painted a pretty picture with his words whenever he felt like bragging about good at sex he was, which was all the fucking time, but Keigo knew that you were different the more Touya kept on referring back to you before the relationship was official, knowing more about your pussy first before actually learning about who you were.

Touya used to get nudes pretty frequently from some of his former whores, some quick spank material before deleting it but you were different. Whatever you sent to Touya, whether innocent or not so innocent, you got your own personal folder with your name on it and if he was feeling a little generous, he’d show his friend. So Keigo pretty much knew what you looked like naked by the time the two of you were introduced but you didn’t have to know that.

So here you are, naked and getting railed on his cock right with his very own eyes.

No more digital or imaginary substitutions, Keigo was getting the real thing now.

“Hands and knees, I want her sucking me off.”

Pushed into the desired position, your hands brace the armrest of the couch to steady yourself, seeing as you’re about to get fucked from both ends. Keigo’s hips slap against you in a steady and firm rhythm while Touya gags you on his cock. Fingernails dig into the surface of the couch and you strain to look up as you’re getting face fucked. Porn makes having a threesome look so easy and fluid but you’re struggling a little bit with the different rhythms from one end compared to the other. It’s hard to concentrate on sucking Touya off as Keigo fucks you from behind, neither one of them wanting to give you a break.

It’s a struggle but you don’t want to stop.

“Open your mouth wider.” Touya commands and you happily obey. His cock is soaked in your spit so it glides smoothly into your mouth and with practiced eased you deep throat him. Every thrust Keigo delivers, it makes you bump forward slightly but it doesn’t deter you from doing the best you can with a cock in your mouth. Their praises mix together and it makes you feel heady, you want to be good for them and hear more of ‘good girl’ and ‘that’s right songbird’.

And then Keigo yanks you away from Touya, laying flat on your back on the couch and he pushes back inside you with your legs pushed to your chest. You want to look into his eyes, take a dip in those honey-colored windows to his soul and hold his gaze while he practically ravages your pussy. You’re sure that his gaze is as intense as the fucking that he’s giving you, so intense that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and you can’t look him in the eyes like you want. So instead you’re fucked stupid by Keigo and can barely muster any praises back to him like ‘you fuck me so good’ and shit like that.

It’s okay because Touya can do the talking anyway.

“Look at you doll, looks like you’re losing it over his cock. You’re such a good little whore right now, you make me proud.” Touya strokes his cock in one hand while the other reaches down and lovingly strokes your hair. “You wanna let Keigo fuck you from now on? You wanna be with the both of us?”

“Wan’ you both… yes, want you two!” you groan out and reach one hand up to touch Touya’s wrist. “Ungh, fuck!”

“Shit, I’m going to cum!” Keigo hisses as he sloppily fucks into you before pulling out and cumming all over your tits. Warm splatters of liquid fall onto your chest as you cum as well, finally able to look at Keigo from your vantage point but disappointed that he didn’t cum inside you. “Fucking hell… baby bird…”

Ah, you’ve unlocked a new pet name.

There’s no break for you as Touya takes you back, sitting on the couch and putting you in his lap. You groan at the familiar stretch of his cock slipping inside you, you’re a leaking mess as Touya fucks his hips up into your pussy. You’re getting fucked in his lap, clutching onto his shoulders and moving in practiced sync. Normally you’d get lost looking into turquoise blue eyes but you look to the side to see Keigo leaning against the arm rest and catching his breath.

Touya’s hands cuff underneath your ass and gives support as you ride him, his mouth pressed into your neck as he gives you wet kisses all the while Keigo sits back and watches. It’s different and new and you’re not necessarily sure how this may turn out for you in the end. Your conversation from earlier rings in your mind and your mind sobers briefly at the recollection of it: “He feels you only deserve to get fucked by people who love you, those were his words.”

Love… you’re still trying to fathom it.

Wanting to just have sex was one thing, adding love into the mix was another. It should make you sit down and consider what the fallout may be but the thought of Touya being in love with you, being just too shy or obstinate to bare himself open, it made your heart flutter in the same way he wouldn’t allow you to call him Dabi anymore. And Keigo too, a selfish part of you wanted to indulge yourself silly on these two men who apparently didn’t like the idea of relinquishing you to just anyone.

Don’t be a whore for anyone else but us.

“Look here doll.”

You look away from Keigo and look to Touya instead, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him. Contrary to how he may seem, Touya loved to kiss you during sex. It drives him wild every single time, especially when you’d scrunch a handful of his hair in your hand and tugged on his roots. He curses at you and gives a sharp smack to your ass, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest as he asserts control over you. All you can do is manage to hold onto his shoulders as he presses you to sit back against the couch and fucks into your already sensitive pussy, so he’s not necessarily surprised when you cum on his cock. He reaches down to overstimulate you by toying with your clit and you practically lose it, sobbing as you cum more for him.

When you peer up at Touya, you can tell by the way his brows are pinched that he’s about to cum. You beg for him to cum inside you like he always does, you’re anticipating it. Instead he pulls out and makes you kneel on the floor, Keigo coming to his side with his cock in his hand; you hadn’t even realized that he got hard again. “Open wide sweetheart.” Touya tells you.

So you do, your eyes on the boys as the cum all over your face and your tits, mixed drops catching on your tongue as you’re coated in hot cum. When they’re both thoroughly tapped out, you smear it all over your chest and giggle how they both groan at the sight of you. “Mm… I loved it!”

“Glad you did baby bird.” Keigo leans down to kiss your temple while Touya kisses your cheek. “As pretty as you look with our cum all over you, why don’t you go wash up?”

No arguments there, dried cum isn’t exactly the greatest feeling in the world especially since you were showered in so much of it. So you get up and walk in the direction of the bathroom but turn back briefly and lean against the wall. “Hey.” you call out and they both look to you. “I’m happy that that we did this. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do this, I want you to know that.”

You’re tempted to put out a simple ‘love you’ just to see what Touya’s reaction would be, but you think it’s best to not breach that subject for now. If it were still just you and him, then you probably would have put it out there but the addition of Keigo changes it a bit so you have to reevaluate the pace of the relationship. It’s a whole mess, that much is certain, but you want to stay with Touya. You wonder how much poking and prodding you can get from Keigo to reveal more. You feel a certain sense of pride that apparently he’s never devoted himself to anyone else until you came along, though if it weren’t for Keigo accidentally revealing such precious information then you never would have known in the first place, if not this soon in the relationship. For the time being, you just blow an air kiss and leave to go clean up.

Under the shower spray, you think hard about you, Touya and Keigo. “Eight girls… he used to see eight fucking girls!” you mutter to yourself. It sort of figures that Touya had that many whores but you had no clue that the number was so high before you came along. You still get mad when he comes to you smelling like them, you won’t even let him get near you unless he washes up first and he’ll always cater to you afterwards. Just because Keigo is included now doesn’t mean the jealousy won’t stop, it just means that now he provides a distraction when Touya goes out and wrestles with his commitment issues while balls deep in other girls.

But if what Keigo says is true that Touya loves you then you can hold out until you can draw that confession out of him.

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Part 3 of the Us Series: Do It For Me

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