#i used to feel like this all the time fuck how did i survive

[henneseyhoe]

Home Alone.

Lewis Hamilton X Black!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS:Brief hitting, pain kink, masturbat!on, Sub!Lewis, Dom!Reader, smutty flashbacks,slightly unedited, SHORT!

SUMMARY: Lewis feels neglected so he takes matters into his own hands.

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“You just don’t listen, do you?”

The stinging he felt on his bronzed skin was like fire to his backside. Every crack of your whip came with a soothing rub or caress before contradicted by another smack and the thong you once wore that morning made for good use as a gag, the cotton stuffed in his mouth being the only thing blocking his moans from bleeding into the hallway. When you had told him not to cum while you were gone, he blew you off. If anything he’d have more than enough time to cum.. over and over again. He hadn’t had the pleasure of being inside you in weeks, which came with reason. You were busy, and unfortunately around this time your fiancé was taking a break.

“Do you need anything? Let me know now” You alarmed your soon to be husband and gathered your keys, putting them in your purse. You felt his strong arms snake their way around your waist, his tatted hands roaming your soft stomach and sides.

“I need you”

He spoke against your neck, making you roll your eyes for what felt the hundredth time that day. This had been his third attempt to bed you.

“Lewis..” You warned and he groaned your nickname, throwing his head back.

“Did I do something? Cause this feels like punishment and I don’t think i can last any longer” He was truthful. He felt one minor brush up against him could have a wet spot in his briefs.

You turn to him and cup his face in your hands. “How the hell did you survive when you were single? There’s no way you need sex this often”

“you want an honest answer?” He questioned and you squint, letting him go. “No, actually…I might punch you and I don’t need your white side kicking in and calling the law on me” You joke then kiss his lips before slipping away from his hold.

He couldn’t even enjoy your crack at him in peace, another groan exiting his mouth as you escaped him. “I have no energy to feel humor right now, I need to cum first”

“Then I suggest you wait for when I wanna give it to you” You gave him one last glare before leaving. He knew what that meant and cared less at the moment.

While you put on your big girl pants on and went out to stock up on food for the month, your fiancé took it upon himself to take care of that itch he has had for the passed week. He uncaringly left the bedroom door cracked open, more focused on the less dominant hand around his long shaft gripping the base to keep him from cumming too quick after that first round.

He held his right hand around his tip, slowly jerking himself off again once he felt that familiar pressure and heat in his muscles dissolving. He had precum beading on his tip, the clear and sticky liquid trickling, almost tickling the underside of his shaft before the trail was stopped by his hand. He thought about your warm walls and digging into you deep, so deep that the cum from the round before was forced out of you, pooling around the base of him and your entrance until it began dripping down to the sheets.

He couldn’t take the image of you being sprawled out for him, or on your knees, or with your ass up and face down. Any position had his head spinning and his stomach muscles burning with the need to un-flex, but he was on the edge and it was almost impossible to not tense up without cumming all over himself, particularly his stomach and chest, and he wasn’t done playing yet.

He hadn’t thought about his favorite times like when you’d fuck yourself in front of him, an exact replica of his dick measurements from tip to base and width shoved inside of you with no hip or thigh barrier stopping you from getting each and every inch, your chest heaving up and down the faster you went.

He hadn’t yet thought about when he ate you out all night to the point you cried and wet up your new sheets. His lips tasted like you till the morning when he reluctantly washed it off, remembering he could just go and get another taste whenever he wanted it.

He hadn’t thought about when you sucked his dick on your first date night after the engagement, taking him down your throat as your head hung off of the edge of the bed. He had watched the imprint of his thick dick penetrate your throat, satisfied shivers running along his skin as he heard you gag with every thrust of his hips. Even with the gags, you took him like a champ, as if he dick belonged there and should have never left from the first time.

As he began to think about it all, he had no idea the woman of the hour had been watching almost the entire time.

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💌ps.| this was originally gonna be about jude bellingham but then i found out that nigga is 20 and i was like ohhh that’s not- ???? 💀 i could have sworn he was 22 like huh?!

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[bananakeiky]

This isn't about Hoyo I just needed to vomit some AFTG thoughts into a public space and I just finished ToS and I'm rabid. I have no idea how many of y'all even read this series but spoilers. And trigger warnings. Anyways.

Okay what the fuck ever the thing about ToS isn't just about of the extra trigger warnings and things that made me wanna throw up and cry at the same time. It's about how horribly, tragically awful it is that Jean is full of so much love. He always has been. It's not just haha what a pansexual no. Jean craves affection so fucking much. He's weak to pretty people and devastated by kind people. He clung to Kevin. He clung to Renee. He even clung to Thea, who affectionately called him Paris as he trailed her like a little duckling. He spits and rages and claws at them all, calling them every rabid name in the dictionary and beyond. He has a laundry list of insults for Neil, who freed him, one of the only people he truly trusts. It's just that he never expects it back. He never wants it back because it hurts so much worse when it's gone. People hurt him when it's gone. He says "I can take it" and "this is normal" because he would burn if he couldn't.

This is why he rejects the Trojans. Every "don't you see" and "why do you look away" is well-meaning but twice as hurtful because accepting it would mean Jean didn't hurt because he deserved it. Without that crutch it means he suffered for nothing. He hurt for nothing. Accepting it would mean that Jean would have to open up and fully comprehend the absolute horrors that were done not just to his life but to his personhood. To him. He was a child and a victim and he deserved to be saved and no one did. Not until it was too late. All of those years after being sold by his parents, yearning, aching to be loved by somebody and used as a toy and a scapegoat in return by anyone who touched him. Love is painful. Trust is painful. And Jean will love and love and love until it kills him and he knows it.

But this is why Kevin sent him to the Trojans. They may not understand survival and suffering the way the Foxes do, but they're genuine. They may be misguided with some of their efforts and need to take time learning how Jean works but they try and try and keep trying. They understand their own faults and healthy coping mechanisms and how to treat your worst enemies with respect. Hell, nearly the entirety of Jeremy's inner circle are in queer relationships with each other except for himself because he's too busy thinking about other people to work on that. This is what Jean needs to learn, that people can give without asking for anything in return. That people can be selfless and care for one another without ulterior motives. That love can be healthy and beautiful and not cruel.

And listen. I've been rooting for Jerejean for eight goddamn years. You have no idea how hard I fell when I realized that the ship that embodies the entire idea of healing, self-growth, and respect had been actualized and it's everything I ever wanted and more. The fact that Jeremy helps Jean buy his very first possession. The fact that he's so protective of Jean and thinks he's more important than exy, that Jean will be his success story. When he holds his hands and begs him to open up and backs off when Jean needs space, but never leaves and never gives up. How he spends so much time organizing people and schedules and events just so Jean can feel safe walking around campus. He never pushes too hard, but he never stops pushing. He's so patient. He wants Jean. He wants him so bad, but more than that, he wants Jean to love himself above all else. He's there when Jean has a panic attack at the pool, and sticks around as close as he can after Jean gets attacked. He stays up by the door all night when Jean goes out with Neil to an unknown location. All of this on top of revitalizing the Trojans, dealing with his shit family and the shittier rumors, having to train Jean out of killing his team and teaching his team to trust Jean in return.

Even after all of that his number one priority is always Jean, his head is filled with Jean, making the world comfortable and safe for Jean. It's making sure all of his friends know Jean. Never letting Jean be alone. Getting another twin bed so he can room with him. Always correcting himself, slowing down and speeding up so he can match Jean's pace. Fucking Barkbark. And yes, Renee could have done this too. She was the right person, and yes, the wrong time. But Jeremy found Jean at the right time, a time where he would dedicate everything to Jean. And if Jean one day turns around and wants to give that back, he'll be there, but he'll be just as happy knowing Jean is going to be okay.

ToS is a story about healing. It's about growth and battling the consequences of a life you did not choose. It's about unfairness. It's about what happens after a tragedy, and how to cope with yourself as much as you cope with the outside world. It's about becoming. It's about demons. It's about loyalty. It's about love. It's not about romance. Not yet. But it's about a romance that couldn't exist without it. It's setting up a story about someone who learns to accept that, tragically, he deserves to be treated like a human being. With love. And that he can still have it. That it's right there, waiting for him, when he's ready. He just has to reach out and take it.

#i cant believe its been EIGHT FUCKIG YEARS since i was part of this fandom #nana talks #the sunshine court #jerejean #jean moreau #jeremy knox #i know this blog is primarily hoyo but like #consider this my official aftg propoganda #and also my obligatory PLEASE READ ANY WARNINGS BEFORE READING IT #may delete this later #THE WAY MY HEART SUNK WHEN I REALIZED 20% IN THAT THERE WAS NO WAY THIS COULD BE A STANDALONE

[megamindsecretlair]

baby after watching this can we get more trevante pleeaasseee 😫😫 i ain’t good with giving request at all but shy reader that rocks his world 😭😩

A/N: I'm not sure if this will satisfy this. Please tell me if it doesn't, because baby....you ain't right for that video! How about a little corruption kink to go with that shy-ish reader?

Masterlist Chapter 2

Pairing: Dom!Zyair Malloy x Lawyer!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Slow burn. Corruption kink, minor D/s elements, power imbalance, all consensual. Some mentions of violence.

Summary: When Zyair Malloy, an artist accused of killing his ex-girlfriend, walks into your office, you want to throw him out. However, he's caught you at a time when you're beginning to fight for a different life for yourself. Zyair awakens things in you that you never thought you were capable of. Will you survive it?

Word Count: 4,036k

A/N: Whew lordt, let's see where this little series takes me. Not sure how long it'll be, but lemme know if you want to hop off this ride! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Are you fucking serious?” You snapped into the phone, staring at your computer screen. Ever since your no-good husband fucked off his job, you took a more proactive role in looking at your finances. No longer a two-income household, you were back to budgeting and making your money stretch. 

You weren’t poor by any means, thank goodness, but you couldn’t ball out anymore whenever you wanted. No more expensive food deliveries or restaurants, no more spa days, no more impromptu trips on the weekends or after a major case. 

“What?” Your husband asked, like the idiot didn’t know what you were talking about. 

“You bought your mom that expensive ass necklace with my money?” You hissed. You felt like crying. Every day, your husband, Kal, made you feel small. Or like you were going crazy. You didn’t want to turn into a screaming harpy every time he did something. But he was always doing something.  

“It was her birthday,” Kal said defensively, having the nerve to get huffy. 

“Kal–” You cut yourself off. You gripped the phone tightly, the sides pressing into your palms enough to hurt. 

You heard your name called behind you and you turned around to see your assistant, Callie, standing beside a large man. He filled up the entirety of your office door, standing like a dark spector in all black and black shades pushed up to his head. 

Callie looked haggard, out of breath, as she pleaded with you with her eyes. You didn’t know how long they had been standing there or how much they heard. Kal was in the middle of some bullshit excuse about not being shown up by his older brother. 

You hung up in his face, saving your energy for the fight you were bound to have at home. You opened your arms to Callie, indicating what the hell she thought she was doing letting a stranger into your office. Especially when you told her to clear at least an hour for the verbal tongue lashing you planned to give to Kal. 

“I tried to stop him. I told him you were in a meeting–”

The man pushed forward with a mean swagger to his step. He approached you and held out his hand. “I’m Zyair Malloy,” he said.

You looked from his outstretched hand to the man himself. The name sounded familiar but you were still in “bitch” mode. A bubble of heated emotions with nowhere to direct it to. Too bad. He was attractive. With rich, dark skin, a neat beard, and a sense of style. He had a neat smile as well, instantly putting you at ease.

The problem was, you didn’t want to be at ease. You wanted to rage and scream. You were hurting and you wanted the world to stop for a minute and comfort you. Tell you that you weren’t crazy and you deserved some type of retribution for the shit you put up with. 

“You can’t barge in here. If you want to make an appointment–” 

“I need you,” he said, cutting you off, which you hated. His words, however, had the opposite effect and you felt your body heat up in strange ways. “I need the best lawyer and that’s you.” 

“Mr. Malloy–”

“Zyair,” he said, cutting you off again. 

You narrowed your eyes and put your hands on your hips. “Mr. Malloy, this is a bad time,” you said. 

“Zyair,” he said again, giving you a small smile. “Maddy said you were the best. After you helped him with Vinny, he can’t sing your praises loud enough.” 

Now it started to make a bit of sense. You vaguely remembered Maddy mentioning something about this man, something about him needing a lawyer. After getting a stiff drink to deal with the dinner, you barely remembered anything. It still boggled the mind how Kal and Ray came from someone as sweet as their mother. 

You liked your mother-in-law. It was a rare sentence, but after all she’d been through, you kind of understood why she protected her boys so tough. Their dad absconded with his secretary, leaving the boys and their mother to fend for themselves. She did have a problem with your best friend and sister-in-law, Charlise. You’d never been able to get to the bottom of it, and you asked Charlise at least once a week. 

“Mr. Malloy,” you started, placing emphasis on his last name. “This isn’t a good time like I said.”

“Hear me out. Five minutes of your time and I’ll compensate you for it. Just…please,” he said. All amusement left him. He looked into your eyes and you found your resolve weakening with every breath that passed.

Hell. It would be the easiest five minutes you got paid for. You nodded to Callie and she breathed a sigh of relief, leaving your office and leaving you alone with Zyair. Your phone buzzed in your hand, Kal calling you back. You had a number of missed messages. He hated when you hung up on him. Good. Bitch nigga. 

You pointed to the chair in front of your desk and walked around to your side, grabbing the chair and sitting in it. You had a gorgeous office, with clear walls and an amazing view of the Chicago skyline. You worked damn hard to get here and you were not cheap.

“I should warn you that five minutes will cost you, Mr. Malloy,” you said. He looked like he had a bit of money, but again, you weren’t cheap. 

He relaxed into the chair as if he owned it. As if he dragged it into the room behind him and plopped down. Like a king surrendering to a temporary throne. He cleared his throat. “I’m being accused of killing my ex-girlfriend,” he said.

“Did you do it?” You asked. 

He startled, blinking a few times at you. “I thought lawyers didn’t ask those type of questions,” he said.

“I’m not most lawyers. Doesn’t matter if you did. Everyone’s entitled to a defense and I can’t do my job without the full picture. I don’t like being blindsided,” you said. The absolute worst feeling in the world was being in the courtroom, caught with your pants down because the prosecutor trotted out a surprise attack. The key to a good defense was being prepared. And that meant knowing absolutely everything. 

Zyair nodded like he was satisfied with the answer. As if all this time, he was silently interviewing you. It was weird. It grated. And it made you want to win his silent approval. 

Maybe this had been a mistake. You were still reeling from Kal’s betrayal. The last thing you needed was a possible criminal darkening your door and confusing your feelings.

“I didn’t kill her. I swear on my life that I’m innocent,” he said.

You huffed. “Everyone’s innocent, Mr. Malloy,” you said. “Can you prove it? What do they have on you?” 

“Blood found on one of my paintings. Trashed apartment. No body and my alibi…let’s say they don’t believe me,” he said. 

“Where were you?” You asked. It was interesting that he was open with details except when it came to his alibi. 

“A place they don’t have receipts. I value my privacy and it won’t do me any favors to offer up where I truly was,” he said. 

You tapped a nail on your desk as you mulled him over. Usually, you were a better judge of character. Your discerning eye was legendary in the lawyer sphere, able to hunt through bullshit. Again, you blamed Kal. He got you so discombobulated, you couldn’t determine if Zyair was being real or not. 

“Why should I take your case? A law student could defend you and get you off,” you said.

Zyair rubbed his jaw, looking out of your window for a beat before flicking his eyes back to you. “You ever feel like you’re being punished for being you? For not fitting in with the Black monolith stereotype?” He asked.

You blinked. You knew exactly how that felt. Like every room you entered was a battleground and you had to assess it like a war general. And yet, at the end of the day, you were too Black, too aggressive, too quiet, too mean, too sassy, or too bossy for someone and they concluded that you were evil incarnate. 

You stared at Zyair long enough for him to continue. “I have…dark tastes. And I’m not always able to find partners who share those tastes. My artwork, my way of thinking, my…identity is other. And once you’re other you’re…”

“Nothing,” you finished. 

Zyair nodded. “I live fast, live hard, and love even harder. It can be strange from the outside looking in and I feel like I’m getting a raw deal because of that. Not because I actually did anything to anybody. I have no priors. I’m not out here in the streets living like a diva, getting arrested every other Tuesday. I just want to do art and I don’t wanna lose that shit because the DA got it out for me.”

You choked on a laugh. “The DA?” It was truly amazing how people told on themselves the longer you allowed them to talk. “Did you approach me because the DA is prosecting this?” 

This fucking family. You wanted to throw your sofa threw the glass window. Which would be quite a feat since the glass was reinforced and the couch weighed hundreds of pounds. You stared at it. It was a really comfy, teal sofa. Oftentimes, when working on a case, you laid on it and lamented about the state of the case before you or Jimmy managed to find a hail Mary. 

“Yes. And because you’re the best lawyer in Chicago,” he said and managed a saucy smile. You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile of your own. At least he was honest about that. 

You took a deep breath, sighing audibly for his benefit. You weren’t completely sold. But you did have a little devil on your shoulder telling you to take the case just to spite Ray. Just to stare at him from across the dinner table and watch him sit and stew about how he couldn’t order you around. 

“If I take this case, Mr. Malloy–”

“Thank you!” He said, grinning wide. Fuck. His smile was gorgeous. He could be a movie star if he truly wanted to with a smile like that. It managed to be flirty and mysterious at the same time. Like he was sitting on a secret and teased you about it.

“If I take this case, we have to get some things clear,” you said and raised your eyebrows. Zyair stopped smiling and folded his hands in his lap. The picture perfect attentive listener.

“I am not your friend. I’m not your therapist. I’m not your sister, your mother, your cousin, your bartender, or your rabbi. If I do this, I need the truth. No matter how uncomfortable you are. No matter how embarrassing. I can’t defend you with one arm tied behind my back.” 

To his credit, he didn’t interrupt this time. “If I take your case, my word is law. Will that be a problem?” 

Zyair visibly relaxed, sinking down into your plush chair. A king indeed. “Not at all. I love taking orders,” he said. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. You were pretty sure he was flirting. Hell, it’d been so long since you were flirted with you were starting to lose your touch. “And I’m definitely not someone who’s going to sleep with you, Mr. Malloy.” 

Zyair held up his hands with another one of those devastating smiles. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. 

You knew he was full of shit and yet… “I’m going to think about it. You can leave your payment with my assistant that you bullied,” you said. 

“Yes, ma’am. I also want to apologize for barging in. I’ll apologize to your assitant as well.” He stood up, fixing his sweater around his broad shoulders. Someone that damn fine shouldn’t be allowed to wear all black. With his complexion, the black outfit seemed to melt into his skin. And highlight it at the same time. 

“Leave your contact information as well. If I take the case, I’ll let you know.” 

“I look forward to hearing from you.” He gave you one last, smug smile before turning and leaving your office. 

It was probably a mistake to entertain this foolishness. You watched his retreating form, heading to Callie’s desk to speak to her. You watched as he moved, as he interacted with others. He wasn’t a man used to hearing the word “no”. 

You weren’t sure how well this will play out. Already, he seemed to grate on your nerves as he was unable to let you have the last word. You could see yourself butting heads with him a lot.

You fired off a quick text to Jimmy to meet you in your office. A moment later, Jimmy breezed into the room. 

Jimmy was reliable. That was one of his most redeeming qualities. And he was just as shady as you needed him to be. You relied on him a bit too much, but he never seemed to mind. Even when you had him doing off the books investigations like determining if your husband was cheating on you or not.

It was one thing to have a deadbeat husband who wouldn’t do better but he still loved you. It was an entirely different thing to have a deadbeat husband who wouldn’t do better because he was balls deep in some other bitch. 

Jimmy sat in the seat that Zyair previously occupied and rested one leg over his knee. He was a man that reminded you of a puppy some days. Fidgety and playful, he couldn’t sit still sometimes. “What’s up, boss?” He asked.

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs. “I need everything you can dig up on Zyair Malloy…”

Early dinner with the family. Yay. You snuck a glass of wine as Charlise finished setting the table. You helped, setting out dishes that Charlise spent all day cooking. 

“This smells incredible, Char,” you said. The saucy, herb-like aroma filled your nostrils and made your mouth water. Despite your attitude, Ray and Charlise had a beautiful home with a nice kitchen. They had to; they had beautiful children to look after.

You shared an apartment with Kal. An expensive apartment with a beautiful view. Lately though, it seemed more like a gilded cage. Some days, you swore the walls were closing in on you. Just for you to blink and realize that the walls were perfectly fine. 

“Thanks, sis,” she said with a tight smile. Likely gearing up for whatever criticism was coming her way.

“Char,” you started.

“Wonderful timing! Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” Ray boomed, waltzing into the dining room like he was king of the castle. Funny how him walking into the room paled in comparison to Zyair. There was a commanding presence surrounding Zyair. Whereas Ray seemed like a kid playing in his father’s suits and ties. 

“Isn’t a little early to be a dick?” You shot back, taking a sip of your wine and smiling at him over the rim. 

He sighed, staring at you as you did so. You knew he wanted to say something nasty. Something to get your chest burning with rage as you fought not to scratch his eyes out. He was saved from saying anything as his mother, Azalea, and Kal walked into the room as well. 

Ray didn’t spare his wife a glance as he held out the chair for his mother to sit down at the head of the table. Ray and Kal sat on either side of her, leaving you and Charlise to sit across from each other, next to your respective man. It left you without an ally to whisper to while Azalea talked about living the retired life. 

She was a sweet woman when she wanted to be, but she genuinely needed a hobby that did not include meddling in her son’s lives. Looking at them together, it made your heart ache to see how much love and respect flowed through them.

You and Charlise often talked about how hard it was to enter their orbit. You got it. They only had each other. But it often made you feel alienated, like you weren’t allowed in the cool club. 

“Thank you for showing up tonight. Food actually looks good tonight,” Azalea said. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your sister. But Charlise caught your eye and shook her head.

Bless her. Charlise let these people walk all over her. You wanted to shake her. Didn’t she have any kind of self-respect? Didn’t she want to be happy in her marriage, speaking her mind? Who cared if these people got upset? 

No woman in history ever became happy by biting her tongue and cowing to a man. You backed down however. You didn’t want to make Charlise uncomfortable in her own house.

“I wanted you to hear it from me, that I’m running for Mayor of Chicago,” Ray said. Bowls were starting to get passed around and you stared at Ray. Was he fucking serious? 

“That’s amazing, bro!” Kal said. With is goofy ass. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at your man. His hero worship of his brother smooth got on your nerves. And you weren’t done being mad at him for the necklace fiasco.

After a royally fucked up argument between you, he retreated to the living room to play video games all night. Giggling and shit into the microphone. Was he twelve or a grown ass man? 

The argument went no where and you spent the next few days in a quiet, cold apartment unwilling to tolerate being in the same room as him. 

“This new case is going to get me there. Once I bury that bastard Zyair Malloy – excuse my language, Mother – I’m all but a sure win. We need to crack down on crime and painting him as the monster he is will be the icing on top.” 

Azalea clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear, pleased with her son’s ambitions. You played with the idea of blurting out that you were defending him. Jimmy turned up quite a bit about Zyair. Enough to make you curious about how he spent his time when he wasn’t showing off his artwork in galleries or attending fundraisers for the arts. 

You didn’t see anything too incriminating in the online stuff. In private, Jimmy tracked him to his studio and to his home. There wasn’t many instances that Zyair was caught out partying. Doubly so now that he was accused of murder. The press was having a field day with “Dreamboat Turned Killer”. 

“I’m thinking about defending him,” you announced, taking a sip of wine. The table quieted as everyone looked at you. 

Azalea was the first to giggle. “Oh sweetie, don’t say that. You can’t try the case against your brother-in-law. Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” Azalea looked between you and Ray. The both of you were currently locked in a stare down. 

He blinked first and you hid a smirk behind another sip of wine. You’d have to ask Charlise what the hell she bought. This type of sweet red had you feeling more reckless than usual. 

“I’m sure we can be professional. Wouldn’t you agree?” You asked.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kal hissed. You ignored him, still staring at Ray. He smiled, seemingly at ease. But you saw the crease in the corners of his eyes. The way his mouth tightened. 

“You’re not defending him,” he barked. 

You giggled. You began to dig into your food. You took your time swirling the spaghetti noodles around your spoon and then bringing it to your lips. You were on the fence but now you weren’t. It was petty to take a case because someone said you couldn’t. But a part of you was reaching your limit with Ray and his overbearing, egotistical ways. Men like him couldn’t snap his fingers and expect you to hop to. 

“Yes, I am. You just convinced me. Thank you so much, Ray,” you said. You were the only one eating. That was fine. Charlise looked at you as if you’d lost your mind. 

Perhaps you did. You hadn’t told her about Kal’s fuck up and it was killing you. You were more ashamed than anything else. More hurt that your once perfect life was crumbling before your eyes and you couldn’t do anything about it. The least you could do was have fun on the way down. 

Ray chuckled. “You must not have heard me. You’re not defending him.” 

You continued to chew as if he didn’t lay down another order. When you were done, you wiped your mouth with the napkin. “Yes, I am.” 

“Baby–” Kal said. You held up a hand to hold him off. There was nothing his bitch ass could say to sway you at the moment. With the way you were feeling, you were liable to spill his little secret too. That his junkie ass was getting high off of his own damn supply. 

“Do you have any idea what kind of shit storm this would kick up if my sister-in-law defends the same man I’m sending to prison?” 

“You sound pretty sure of yourself, that he’s going to prison. With me defending him, he’s probably going to get a personal apology from the real Mayor,” you said. 

Was that vein thumping in his temple? You watched his jaw flex as he chuckled again. 

“You are –”

“I have cancer!” Azalea shouted.

You dropped your fork and spoon onto your plate, a loud clanging sound ringing out. Azalea huffed, fresh tears welling into her eyes. “Oh, please don’t fight! I shouldn’t have just blurted that out. But…we’re family at the end of the day,” she said. She cut a scathing look at Charlise. “Most of us anyway.” 

“Mother, what do you mean?” Kal asked. 

She leaned her hands forward, palms up. Kal and Ray took one of her hands in theirs. She sniffled a bit, looking back and forth between them. “I have cancer, my babies. I hadn’t been feeling well…” She trailed off and shook her head. “I’m not sure what stage I am or…oh, it’s so overwhelming. There’s so many tests my doctor wants to run. Anyway. I don’t want us to fight, okay?” 

She looked at you, fresh little tears in her eyes that miraculously hadn’t fell yet. You felt awful for thinking it, but you weren’t always sure your mother-in-law was as sweet as she seemed to be. There were moments, often like this one, where she always had clever words. Clever delivery too. Moments where she seemed like a shark, biding her time in the water until some hapless fish happened by. 

Just as easily, she looked so small and frail sandwiched between her sons, swallowed up by their hugs and their concern. She patted their hands and reassured them that she was fine, that they didn’t have to worry so much, and that this shouldn’t distract Ray from his big, important case or run for Mayor. 

You picked up your wine, finishing it in one fell swoop. You shared a glance with Charlise. She didn’t seem to buy the whole act either. You made a mental note to finally get to the bottom of what happened between them. What happened to turn Azalea against Charlise? 

You sat back, looking at the mother and her sons comforting each other. Their worry was palpable. You offered your own condolences, but you felt like you were intruding on a private moment. Wasn’t the first time you felt like that around them.

You dug back into your food and thought through defense strategies for Zyair. This case was important, you could feel it. You only hoped that you could defend him to the best of your ability. Just so you could see the look on Ray’s face in the courtroom.

Masterlist | Chapter 2

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[thatbitchery]

As a woman I've been accused of being 'masc' for plenty things, my absolute favorite has been the fact that i refuse to play therapist or trauma dump to literally anyone,including my friends or family.

Ladies, they are right. Women are more predisposed to emotion than men are. I'm afraid they are right. This is an evolutionary biological truth that XX does make you emotionally based.

This is not a weakness. In fact in plenty ways this is an advantage. Presence of emotion is not lack of logic, the two are not opposing forces.

This could very well be your greatest weakness, if you let it.

Almost every single form of abuse is enhanced by emotion. The people that hurt you did so because you had emotion invested. Every single piece of pain you've felt has been because you had your feelings caught up. This is why Shera7 says if you start liking him, run. When feelings walk in success jump out of the window. Why ? Emotion is a lizard brain thing, it leaves you completely pre disposed to instinct, and instinct isn't about what's good for you it's about what's good for survival. We say turn your feelings off because your feelings are concerned with the most basic of survival instincts, not progress.

That being said,let's get back to where this post was headed to pre rant- you're not a therapist. Don't act like one. Your feminine urge to fix and nurture is meant for your children, my love. Children. It's a caregiver package kind of deal. Is it your child? Well- a child? No? Mind your business. Everyone below the age of 15 yes can tap into that therapist that's you but the rest? Especially men? No.

Heres the thing- sex is the least burdening thing m3n use women for. In fact in most cases you could get used by someone without them ever touching your skin, and you feel it. You feel when you're getting used. Whether it is for your softness or intellect or free labor or nurturing side or- you can feel it. You can feel it when someone is draining from your feminine pool, and one great advantage of being female is your instincts are 5× more enhanced than your brother.

Stop letting people use you as a live in therapist to trauma dump or leave in cheerleader to gloat, and the 'people' is inclusive of women but mostly men.

The second the childhood trauma makes a cameo into the conversation they have ten seconds to wrap it up before you clock out.

Relationships are not based on the past they are based on the present. When we say be vulnerable- we are talking about your needs. Your desire. Your emotions- in the present. What does your childhood have to do with us right now my dude? & Hollywood has made it seem like trauma dumping is the ultimate form of trust- I've never told anyone about this so you're special because I told you it means I trust you- ew no get a therapist? If I'm special buy me a jet or stocks- invest in my wellbeing. How is knowing your past a special thing? Every offense possible meant- but what does your dad gotta do with trusting me? If you trust me lets be partners in a business? Hollywood has made it seem like it's a milestone in a relationship to know all the trauma tea- and maybe it is, but it means nothing. It's simply information.

In fact I've learned over time the trauma dump is an investment to future fuck ups as an excuse and a bail-me-out method. Babe you know my dad used to be shitty so excuse me for not knowing how to communicate and hurting our relationship you should let this go because three months ago I made an investment into my bail account for all my future fuck ups by opening up to you. Uhm. No bye. You don't deal with your issues so I have to? Door. Down the hall to the left. Lock it and forget my pass key, I suggest finding one to a therapist. I'm not paying in my adulthood for your childhood, Chad. Your past can not hurt my present, Chad, get a therapist. Chad. It wasn't your fault but it's also not mine, Chad, so I'm not taking responsibility for or the burnt of it, Chad. Matter of fact I'll take advantage of you over it, Chad, like you're trying to take advantage of me through it. Chaddie buddie.

On the same note, do not be anyone's cheerleader or gloat pot. Another thing m3n could use you for- especially if you're easy to please- ego enhancer. No don't get me wrong by all means do cheer your people in their achievements, but- achievements. Not thoughts or philosophies or worse- ambition. Achievements are tangible. I ran a marathon today- Yay. I'm planning to run a marathon- ok good luck. I bought stocks- Ok. I have a billion dollar idea- mhm. I made a billion dollars- great. I think children suffering is bad- OK. I donated to a child support cause- Yay. When I was ten I was boxing champion. Kk. I made it into the boxing championship- yay. Learn to cheer results that you find worthy of cheering- not something as bland and useless as ambition or an idea or- God forbid- philosophy or belief system. I know they trained you well in the bare-minimum-simpy camp but not to worry. I'll pluck it all out.

If you do not have the kind of relationship that allows them to be that open with you, let them know. Either mentally clock out, ie

"So actually my dad was really abusive. He-"

You: stare out the window. Echo a mhm. Take interest in the floor. Echo a 'ok'. Look at your phone.

Or, b) let them know

"When I was a kid I-"

"I don't think we have the kind of relationship where you should tell me that, let's stick within our boundaries. I think I need more lemonade. By the way, Alex told me-"

Or c) okay, and?

"You know I think what they're doing in Palestine is wrong because-"

"How much have you donated so far? "

"Well nothing, but"

"I think a donation will do more good than a philosophical discussion, we all know it's wrong. I emailed you the files. See you later"

See the thing, my love, is you're not stupid. You can tell. You can tell when you're being used you can tell when you're being exploited and when you force yourself to look past it in an attempt to 'score a relationship' or 'keep the peace' you make an investment in future abuse and you will hate yourself for it. Tell me I'm lying. Tell me you don't look into your past self with disgust. Tell me trauma dumping and gloat potting have not played a part in you getting used. Go on.

[unimportantweirdo]

i literally got a new phone that was identical to my old one to reduce the stress of change but i still feel sick

the autism was not tricked

#i tried to trick my brain into chilling out #i have failed #drastically #i feel like garbage #ive been doing so well recently #i used to feel like this all the time fuck how did i survive #how did i not break down every day #...i mean i had at least two breakdowns a week #everything is awful #im too autistic for this

[piplupod]

mother: "theres this great job where you'd be on-call to come in!"

me: "ahhh i don't really want to be on-call, that would stress me out a lot because I'd always be on edge,,"

mother: "no you wouldn't, you could make it your thing!"

me: "...my thing?"

mother: "being on call! it'd be great! :)"

me: "i would probably be crying like... a lot ahaha. because I would always be on edge never knowing when to expect having to go into work, yknow?"

mother: "nooo, you could just make it a thing!"

me: "sorry, what do you mean by thing?"

AND I NEVER FOUND OUT !!

#i feel very ill fdsjkl tonight was ... not good #not the worst definitely not the worst #just. a lot of diet talk and making fun of other ppl that she expected us to all laugh at (and we did. idk if they found it funny.) #and brother labelling some influencer having rape charges against him just ''internet drama'' #number one: i dont want to hear about that. number two: that is not just ''drama'' that is like. serious. what the fuck is wrong w youuuu #my mother will say that all the food i eat is very bad for me and do that while knowing full well i struggle to eat Anything #and say that simply Adding things to the diet is pointless bc ur poisoning urself still! u have to Take Out things! i cant fucking do that! #im still baffled that two years ago when i tried to go to them for help when i was almost fainting from not eating they just shrugged at me #''okay? why are u telling us this?'' BECAUSE YOU ARE MY PARENTS. AND I AM TRYING TO GET HELP. #i should've known better than to try tbh but like. its so hard to completely let go of every sliver of hope that they'll... be kind #like me saying i was feeling suicidal a few yrs ago just garnered a ''oh don't start this again. we're not doing this again.'' #and me admitting my own damn self to the psych ward just had her telling me ''i dont think you actually needed to go :/'' #mother dearest if it werent for the other fuckers in the brain (caused by you abusing me) then i would've been dead several times over #i am so fucking tired i am so sick of these ppl it is so incredibly painful and terrifying that this is supposed to be my family #this is the one support system i get in life. and it is no support system at all. i am fucked !! i am so unbelievably fucked!!! #i know other ppl make it thru but they are much stronger than me. i am lacking something that they all have lmao. i am cowardly and weak!!! #i have been trying so fucking hard to figure out how to like. make this work. how to survive in this society and its just. impossible #i think we're back to the clock ticking down as my bank account runs out #i cannot be employed and ppl keep telling me disability won't accept me so i am just. unanimously fucked over i suppose #i have two years !! two years until i run out of money!!! thats a lot of time!! to make all the art i want to make!! #i will make this work for these two years i will cope and make my art and disconnect and daydream through the intolerable parts #i will make these two years so good sdfjkl im gonna make it to the end of them #sorry this is all coming flooding out fsjdkl i've just tried so hard to be like. positive abt things and laugh abt things and be okay #im tired of trying to make it okay fdsjkl i am wallowing tonight i guess. boohoo poor little me fdsjkl i'll probably get over it soon #just need to like. let a little of the pressure leak out so i don't completely crack and do smth stupid #it will be okay !!! or as okay as it can be !!! this will be blocked out by tomorrow morning probably!! #or it'll have to be LMAO i have my silly old lady yarn group tomorrow and i need to be Normal for that #suicide tw #abuse tw #ed tw

[snowflop]

I want to be a hater about the cyl results so I'm making my own post so i can bitch in the tags about it. The tags will get long so the tldr is BOOOO everybody but Alfonse.

#man. MAN!!! after all the hexes and curses I tried to set upon her Bern sure did win huh. #like on the one hand i'm impressed on the other i hate her!! i hate her i hate her and I'm tired of pretending I don't!! #when i was playing 3h i could appreciate her good moments in between being insufferable and i liked her alright. she was fine #but like. we're 5 years out from 3h at this point and i'm just fucking sick of her. i don't understand her lasting popularity. i'm tired #Felix... should have been Sylvain. #i like him fine. he grew on me. but he certainly is not one of my enduring favourites from 3h. he fades into obscurity for me. #that said i don't hate him. i'm happy for his fans. you guys worked hard (clearly) deserved i just #i love 3h!! i do! but like. the accident was 5 years ago it's time to let her go. #and out of all the guys in 3h! if it had to be one of them! him? fr? whatever. #i've just never cared for f!robin. i feel nothing looking at her. less then nothing. #so i guess her winning isn't. bad per say. i guess it's a non issue. #that brings us back to MY MAN!!! ALFONSE!! lets goooooooooo #i'm so happy for him. always really liked Alfonse he's so <3<3 #i know i don't post about him that much but #it's just that me and feh itself have a tumultuous relationship so i don't see him as much as i'd like >_> #he's the one i'm going to pick and i'm not going to bother rolling for the others #also the fact we have to wait til the 31st for the full results is agonizing #i wanna know if Rein survived. he didn't make ton 20 but i have to know how bad it is #if it's horrible the reason is obvious. he got an alt the week before cyl #can't imagine that'll put him at the top of anybodies list for needing at alt (except mine lol) #but still. at this point i'm just hoping for top 50 orz #snow blogging

[themthistles]

was s2 of sweet home sponsored by the korean army whats going on

#and like that close up shot of some rifle one of them was using #with the logo clearly visible #??okay #the season on the whole is weird disjointed and messy #i see they went with the principle of keep adding characters until the plot explodes #i find it so hard to care about any of them because we just don't spend enough time with these people #doing this plus quickly killing off a lot of s1 characters #did not work out great for them #speaking of killing off #hyunsu died for three episodes then came back like the most anticlimactic one winged jesus #how did he survive? fuck you that's how #it all feels like a first draft which had some possibly good ideas thrown in and then they just didn't bother editing it down #at all #we don't know half these characters they don't do shit #also hate what they've done with the monsters #in the webtoon and in the first seasons they weren't good or bad just unrestrained manifestation of the hosts innermost desires #now they're generic mindless baddies who chase after cars as a mob and get drawn to places with loud sounds zombie style #have not had one compelling or interesting monster introduced in the whole season of a show about monsters #(monster baby is fun but not particularly interesting) #ahh anyway i can keep talking about how they change the rules when it's convenient for the plot to develop #(now monsters can be stabbed to death apparently) #but i didn't really expect much from this season to begin with it's my sick and dying with the flu watch and it doesn't have to be good #one episode to go yaaay #i hope the goo man comes back just to be annoying to hyunsu again

[arcaneyouth]

oh god ive returned to "i dont have time to take breaks i need to be working constantly" even tho i have specifically designed my schedule to allow myself to take breaks

#vent post #negative #my everything is on fire #i feel like a little pussy bitch for having to take breaks #cause i know everything i need to do isnt that hard #but it IS that hard and i dont know why its getting to be this hard #it didnt used to be...? #why am i so slow again. hello #why is everything hard again #my schedule is not overwhelming but it is but its not but it really is #i have to rearrange my entire schedule to figure out all the new responsibilities im about to have and thats awful and is going to hurt me #but also none of this should be fucking hard #im on medication. do i need a better dose? did something change? #things to talk with my therapist about but my appointments not for a week and i dont have time to add one this week #i am not going to survive the adult world if i am acting like this man. what the fuck am i supposed to do tho #everything really does feel like it fell apart all at once and i should know how to fix it but its weird and wrong #......ive been sleeping more and being more tired lately too??? #maybe my ass needs to stay up til 3-4 am. for my mental health #i dont know. i feel lost and i have a map but im still ?????

[rose-tinted-nostalgia]

.

#I know life is hard and we shouldn't take it personally and we should never expect people to coddle us and blah blah #but really I would like to just survive one day without someone being mean to me #I don't even need a day of people being nice #truly I would just take one completely mundane day where I didn't get cursed out or yelled at or spoken down to #and yes I'm well aware this is partially my fault because one person in particular I surround myself with is trash #but it's not just him #my sister cursed me out and accused me of insulting her because I said I didn't agree with her on something #I didn't even say she was wrong I legit told her her feelings were valid and that it was just hard for me to see it from the same #perspective #and when she got upset i took it all back and said I was wrong and apologized and still she berated me over messenger until I cried because #I didn't know what else to say #and even though I'm sick #I got up and cooked dinner for my family and I cleaned up the whole mess and put it all away but I didn't do the dishes because I was #struggling and had to lay back down #and my mom came out and did not say thanks for dinner or thanks for cleaning up or anything of the sort #she came out rolled her eyes scoffed gestured to the dishes in the sink and said you have a mess here #and then proceeded to complain about how I didn't do the dishes #and that's stupid to let that bother me but I swear it's an every day thing and like I was so proud of myself for getting up and cooking an #cleaning up my mess because I was struggling to get out of bed at all #and still all she can bring up is the negative and no matter what i do it's always like that never a positive note #and for the record my mom lives with me for free taking over my son's bedroom it's not like i left dishes in her house it's my dishes in my #house #and ofc my son's father found a way to yell at me but i don't even count that anymore #and i'm just emotionally drained #and it feels like lately it's just an every day thing and i'm so fucking tired #I can't remember the last time someone said anything kind to me at all and that's not an exaggeration #no one ever says i love you or i'm proud of you or thanks for doing that or this helps alot or you got this or you're good at this #and I just wish someone could see something good in me for once

[gaystardykeco]

fun wednesday night activity: thinking about all the ppl who left me and how much better their lives are because of doing so

#like damn. i really am a person that only makes ppls lives worse!! #every single person thats stopped being my friend is so so much happier than they ever were being my friend!!! #nobody fucking misses me or thinks of me or regrets anything!!! im a problem and a burden and a causer of harm!!! #i like to imagine ppl that used to talk to me read this blog bc they want to know whats going on in my life and miss me too #but ultimately i know that isnt true like if they follow me they might see a few posts but no one is looking at all of them #i stopped telling ppl what was happening in my life and they stopped caring. bc probably they did not care in the first place tbh #i still follow all these fucking girls from hs on social media and keep track of whats going on in their lives #they havent thought of me in years i guarantee it #and im still sitting here at age 23 thinking about how much better my life would be if i hadnt been so awful at 17 and lost all my friends #anyway sorry for this annoying dramatic post im just like. so tired of not feeling loved no matter what i do and how hard i try #no one will ever care about me the way i care about them and it will never be good for anyone to have me in their life #and im so fucking tired of being this fucking intolerable and awful of a person #i just sit here every day trying to convince myself i dont need to talk to anyone or have friends to survive #but like thats not true lmao i am so lonely i miss talking to ppl so much but everyones moved on #everyone saw what a bad person i am and how much i hurt ppl and cut me off and moved on again #and this is just going to keep happening to me every time i make friends or try to not be alone bc who i am is the problem and i cant fix i #anyway sdlfkjsd sorry i know i sound pathetic and ridiculous jdskf i just need to put thoughts somewhere #and this stupid blog is the only place i have to say anything bc im so completely fucking alone

[feral4daryl]

masterlist || MDNI

sweet scent.

perv!daryl x fem!reader

summary: while looking for his crossbow around the house, daryl ends up finding a pile of your dirty clothes and... used panties of yours. and when no one's looking, he decides to have some fun with them.

warnings: EXTREME AGE GAP (daryl is in his late 30s/early 40s and reader is 18), not entirely proofread, smut, mean!daryl sort of, corruption kink, daryl being an absolute pervert, panties sniffing, daddy kink, masturbation, cussing, daryl imagining himself doing the dirtiest things to you (unprotected p-in-v, squirting, face fucking, praising, loss of virginity, cunnilingus and i think that's pretty much it)

word count: 2.8k

a/n: please proceed with caution, this piece of work portrays a few extreme or unusual fetishes, so if you're not comfortable with any of those i've listed above please do not ready this. the idea that inspired this work originally belongs to @dilfsandmartinis.

if there was something daryl absolutely hated, it was the feeling of uselessness.

since andrea had mistaken him for a walker and shot him from afar, grazing his head, useless was exactly how he felt, having to lay down on a bed the whole day and night, doing absolutely nothing but be left alone with his own thoughts. and oh, what a disgraceful fate.

everytime he wasn't focused on hunting, fighting or surviving in general, the farmer's sweet younger daughter flooded his mind. your hair, your face, your stupidly adorable sundresses, everything about you was so... distracting.

daryl wasn't ever the kind of guy to simp for a woman, but that one specific girl made him feel emotions and sensations that were hidden deep within his being for years, maybe even decades. feelings he thought had vanished from his heart a long time ago were now blooming all over again, like he was some stupid teenager looking at a playboy magazine for the first time.

there was something about your innocence, your adorable mannerisms, your sweet voice and your kindness that had awakened something in him, something he wasn't quite sure what it was.

no, he wasn't exactly a young man. and while being aware that you were very young, he couldn't help but feel so guilty for having those feelings. whenever you bended over to pick something up, he had to fight demons not to have a glimpse of your panties. he often wondered how could you be so careless by exposing yourself like that, even if you didn't do it on purpose.

and there was him again, thinking about you. it's like no matter how hard he tried to push those thoughts away, they were like water, always finding a way in.

he huffed, feeling defeated. he knew he was still recovering from the incident, and that he should rest, but why was he following orders around anyways? he wasn't a damn puppy. plus, everybody else had left him there to go looking for sophia. he wanted to be able to help too. he was alive after all, and if he was alive, he believed he should be on his feet.

so that's what he did. he slowly lifted his right foot, resting it on the floor, then he did the same with his left one. his body reluctantly lifted itself up, and he immediately could feel the consequences for laying down for so long, his back killing him and his vision a bit foggy. anyways, he ignored any discomfort and started walking slowly, his head still a little dizzy.

then, he remembered he needed his trustworthy crossbow, he couldn't just leave unprotected like that. he looked around the room he was settled in but it was nowhere to be seen. he knew it was still in the house, so he left the room. he started walking down the corridor, his eyes attentively looking for any signs of his crossbow. he was even starting to think that his mates might've hidden it to force him to stay in the house when he spotted a halfway open door.

his calloused hands pulled it open, revealing a small bedroom, all pink themed and stupidly decorated. no, his crossbow wasn't likely to be there, it just looked like it belonged to one of hershel's daughters, but it was like something was calling him in.

he stepped in the room and it almost looked messy. the dressing table on the corner had lipsticks, combs, all sorts of make-up and girly stuff all piled up and... a perfume.

it was happening again, images of you flooded his mind and it was like he could almost smell you. oh, your sweet scent had the power to make him hard like nothing else. just by looking at that small bottle, just by imagining your scent, he could feel little shock waves travelling all the way down to his cock, threatening to awaken it.

he knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong thinking about a much younger girl like that. and it was even worse considering that you were the daughter of the man that provided him shelter in such difficult times. it felt ungrateful.

when he saw you for the first time, he didn't think much of you. he was actually careful, treating you like the stranger you were. and even when time passed, he never really got close to you. now and then you tried to share a word, even if just a little bit, but it seemed useless since he would reject all your attempted approaches. he didn't hate you like he tried to after acknowledging his disgusting desires for you, but he just couldn't allow himself to interact with a girl that made him sick to his stomach for all the wrong reasons.

your sweetness was almost annoying. the entire world had gone to shit, for goodness sake! dead bodies walking around and eating all the people they could find. how could you act so clueless all the time? daryl even wondered if you had ever seen a walker before, if you knew what was really happening out there. after all, it was very obvious that you were a daddy's girl, always protected under your father's wing.

but strangely enough, acknowledging that only made him protective towards you. he was always somewhat watching, always around you making sure you were safe and he barely knew why, he just felt like he should.

so he didn't stop himself from reaching over to your small perfume bottle. the design was very simple, no labels to be seen, time had probably faded it away. the cap was baby pink and heart shaped, and when he removed it, he immediately brought the bottle to his nose, giving it a gentle sniff.

fuck.

now, he was 100% sure that was your room. the fragrance was the same one that filled his nose and made him drunk in you everytime you walked by. he wondered if that was the scent he would feel if he ever hugged you, burying his face into your chest.

in that moment, he couldn't think about anything else, not rick, not carol, not his chores, not surviving, not even sophia. you were everything that he had in his fucked up mind.

he wouldn't feel so fucking guilty if his thoughts were only about your innocence and sweetness, but they were also dirty as fuck. countless were the times when daryl imagined groping you, running his hands all over your delicate body, feeling every texture, squeezing every junk and listening close to your every little whimper. he would pull your hair, gently at first, just to get it off your face and neck so he could pamper them with little wet kisses, gently scratching his teeth along them. he imagined he'd have to keep you on your feet himself, since you'd struggle to because of how weak your knees would get at all the sensations he would provide you and...

wait, no.

what was he thinking? was he out his fucking mind? he needed to stop those absolutely disgusting thoughts right away. he couldn't keep having those thoughts about you, not when you're out taking care of such important business with the others. he put the perfume bottle back on the dressing table, determined to let all that go. he knew he couldn't just let himself get so distracted like that over something so mundane and unimportant as his own sexual desires but then...

...he spotted a basket filled with clothes when he turned around to leave. his mind immediately started to rush all over again, and for the 100th time that day, he turned careless. he slowly approached it. shorts, tops, pants and so on could be seen at the top of the pile.

in that moment, he had totally forgot why he had entered that bedroom or even left his bed in the first place. he couldn't even remember the existence of his crossbow or his duties.

and then... he gets an idea. he starts going through the pile of dirty clothes and in no time, he finds your panties. they were white with a pink ribbon on the front, a clear reminder of your innocence. for a moment, he just looks at it, contemplating the possibilities. then, he remembers seeing you in it when you bended over to pick some off the floor the day before. he remembers catching a glimpse of it under your yellow sundress when you went to change his bandage.

that meant that those panties had been freshly worn.

if just your perfume ignited such vile desires in him, he couldn't even imagine what your natural scent could do to him. and he was oh so curious to find out. he still felt guilty, but that man had been sex deprived for so fucking long, he didn't even masturbate very often. he knew damn well he was about to commit a big mistake, maybe even starting something he was sure he couldn't finish, but he finally made up his mind.

he flips the small piece of cloth over, eyeing the soft-looking lining of the panties. he gulps, feeling his mouth water right away. god, what was he doing? what was right, what was wrong wasn't even important to him anymore. he just wanted to embrace his sickness.

there was a small stain on the lining, probably from you wearing it. just that sight alone was enough to get him off, and once again, he found himself having to face that tingling sensation inside his pants. he knew damn well what that meant and what was about to happen. but honestly, he couldn't give a single fuck anymore.

in one quick motion, he brought the fabric to his face, giving a long sniff while he rolled his eyes to the back of his head. that fucking scent of yours got him drunk the moment it filled his nostrils. so intense, so feminine and raw, daryl couldn't remember the last time he felt that type of pleasure, or if he had even felt anything like it before.

it made him needy like a horny teenager. he felt himself going back to puberty when all he could think about was jacking off day and night. and it was all your fucking fault.

daryl palmed himself through his denim pants, never taking your panties off his face not even for one second. the natural scent of your cunt was more than successful to make him hard as a rock, the sensation of being in his pants started to get uncomfortable as his dick grew bigger and bigger.

just palming himself wasn't enough.

he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, inserting one of his hand in his briefs to catch his hard cock in it, freeing it for the first time in a while. his angry-red tip was literally pulsating while a clear and sticky liquid dropped down his length.

he wasn't able to hold a small grunt as he wrapped his calloused hand around his cock, the rough sensation of his fingers causing him to feel a jolt of pleasure so fucking delicious and guilty at the same time. the archer brought his hand to his mouth, catching some of his saliva to use as lube.

oh, how he wished you were there. he'd make sure you'd get his cock nice and wet with your spit so you could rub it up and down. and then, without warnings, he'd just shove it down your throat, forcing you to prove how much of a good girl you could be just for him.

and just for him. he wanted you all for his own. daryl never really liked to share, specially when it came to a girl like you, so princess like, so adorable looking. your plump lips looked so fucking perfect, and they would look even more wrapped around his big cock.

knowing how fragile you were, he knew you would definitely choke and gag on him, struggling to fit all of him in your mouth. he would whisper sweet encouragement words to you like “tha's it, tha's ma good girl”. he imagined how he would hold your head in place and keep a hand on your throat so he could feel his cock while he aggressively pumped it in and out, making you drool all over him. “just like tha', yeah, show daddy how fuckin' good ya are fer him”.

in his imagination, you would look up at him with those big doe eyes of yours, with a mix of uncertainty and desire to make him proud. “am i doing this right, daddy?” he could almost hear your voice saying it whenever you would take him off his mouth to catch your breath for a moment, never disconnecting your small hand from his thick length.

he started pumping faster, squelching sounds were all that could be heard in that silent room, a proof of his degeneracy. the grunts and stifled moans were only getting harder and harder to hold back. he was sticking those panties to his face and sniffing on them like his life depended on it, like he was a desperate virgin.

a virgin. he wondered if you were one. you sure looked like it, your dad never let you out of sight for long enough for you to try something like that, he supposed from what he knew about your relationship. he imagined how would it feel like to be the one to pop your cherry for the first time.

oh, he would teach you so many things, everything he knows. he would guide you through it all along, teaching you where to touch, where to kiss, where to lick. he would make your virgin little cunny cum so many times it would get all puffy and red. he even wondered if he could make you squirt, stuffing you with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot over and over again until you were a quivering mess, squirting all over his skull tattoo. and yes, he would make you lick his fingers clean, your sweet little tongue dragging across them, and then, he would kneel down in front of you, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet release, attacking your sensitive clit and slit with his lips and tongue.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

he was so fucking eager to taste your slick, to revel in your salty taste. he imagined how fucking good the smell he was getting from your panties was from the actual source. he would lick it all, your lips, your slit, even your ass, but he would give special attention to your little clit, flicking his tongue on it, making it cum again just for him. he would never grow tired of it.

and when he felt you were finally ready for him, he would bend you over just like you used to do so absentmindedly. he would be gentle at first, but knowing himself, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for too long before absolutely railing the shit out of you, making you cry out and scream his name in pleasure and pain.

and when he flipped you over on your back, he would be able to see the bulge on your lower belly caused by his big cock inside you. just by imagining that he felt himself getting close to the edge. he would press his hand on it, making the little room inside your pussy even tighter. fuck, he imagined the sweet sounds you would make just for him.

all those dirty thoughts and your sweet scent from your panties were more than enough to make shivers run down his spine and his whole body tremble. he kept his eyes shut tight as he licked a stripe on the lining of your panties, trying to get some of your delicious taste. meanwhile, he hadn't stopped his hands not even for a second, harshly rubbing his cock up and down until it was too much.

in a strangled moan, his cock started shooting spurt after spurt of thick cum onto the floor, the dressing table and pretty much anything that was around. he couldn't remember the last time he had such an intense orgasm, the sensation making his mind completely empty except for your image.

his movements got slower until they stopped and he let go of his now sensitive cock. he sighed after catching his breath. he was left with that afterglow and the feeling that he made a huge mistake. suddenly, he felt dirty like before. he opened his eyes slowly, removing your panties from his face and putting them in his pockets. yeah, he knew it was wrong, but he was still planning to keep them for later.

then, when he averted his gaze to the mirror on his side, he saw...

you. standing on the doorframe with a shocked look on your face.

“u-uncle daryl?”

[PART TWO]

a/n: i know, i'm disgusting. i'm sorry. (just a quick reminder, english isn't my first language, so please excuse any grammar mistakes or awkward phrasing lmao, and tysm if you read it this far)

#daryl dixon #norman reedus #the walking dead #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon twd #daryl twd #twd daryl dixon #daryl x you #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x yn #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl oneshot #norman reedus x reader #twd smut #daryl smut #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl drabbles #daryl dixon fanfics #daryl fluff #daryl angst #daryl x fem!reader #daryl dixon x yn #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x fem!reader

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okay if you're really cool about things, i can be honest with you. before you read further, decide if you're a girl's girl. if you're cool and actually cool or like not cool.

men don't talk in my book because i was fuckken tired of the way they're the center of every fucking story. i was tired of how every story takes a moment to let them talk. men can shut up for literally one fucking book.

unfortunately not everyone is cool. professionally what i usually say is i didn't want to add violence to the world. the only men in my book are abusers, so they don't get to talk. they don't get to take up space. they ruined my life, they don't get to have their words echo anymore.

because like, yeah! you find practically any story about a person surviving trauma and... there's a man at the center. men are often rescuing us from these things. a "good man" is always standing around, being a good man, proving to the victim that good men are the real men. that her experience was unique rather than universal.

the redacted text has not been taken well by all of my early readers. there is this weird, crouching growl that keeps occurring with men-of-a-certain-age. why don't we hear his side of the story?

when i sat down to write everything that happened to me, i couldn't look at the frank brutality of my abuser's words on a page and think to myself: i actually let him speak like that. i had to redact his words from the manuscript. i then left it redacted. no victim is going to read this book and hear the person who hurt them. it is a book for the victims to speak. abusers shut up challenge, forever. for eternity.

my father once told me, chuckling, i should just have a page of redaction where i let the man just finally talk. it is funny to joke about how we should make a whole page in my book about a man that hurt me. this was not the only time someone commented - it feels like you're hiding things. how do i know you're actually a victim if he doesn't get to speak?

there are books where women aren't even present. i even genuinely like some of those books. like, who doesn't like the hobbit?

i keep running into people defending this imaginary man. the default narrative is so true to some people that they will defend any man, just by virtue of the assumption - "if he's acting like that, you had to push him." certain people need definitive proof that you didn't accidentally make your partner into an abuser. they need to decide if you deserved it, because they want to be able to judge you.

which makes sense, i guess, from a hind brain perspective. if you can figure out "why" someone was cruel, you can protect yourself against it. if you defend the bully, the bully might side with you. i don't really know their explanation for feeling this about a character in a book. trust me, i wrote the guy. he is not going to protect you.

i guess i just - there was a time in my life where i desperately wanted anyone to defend me. where i could have really used someone saying holy shit are you okay instead of what did you say to make him act like that to you.

instead, over dinner, a friend-of-a-friend i just met is pouring herself wine. i heard you wrote a book, she says. she gives me the kind of chilly smile i associate with knives. i heard it's unfair to men.

#the author is nonbinary. don't get fucking weird. #btw if ur a woman and u do this u go to advanced special hell. like if u defend ab*sers at all #u dont get to pretend ur protected from being misogynistic. ur not. we all have internal work. #writeblr #i can't write lately wtf

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Dp x Dc au: Normal is Good

Okay so hear me out— i see lots of “you can’t control Danny he’s a wild child” premises and like, I agree, I love that, but JUST hear me out. Danny who is just entranced by being treated like a NORMAL KID.

I think for best results this should be done with de-aged Danny so he’s a bit younger, but it can def work with regular Danny too.

Danny winds up running around Gotham for one reason or another doing INSANE SHIT to try and help or just survive and his family is out of the way. The explosion, Bad Fentons, etc— and one of the bats picks up Danny. This can be a dad!Jason, or dad!Dick, or classic Bruce Adoption. But they see this little shit running around and are like “no fucking way, not on my watch you little maniac”

Now, a lot of people use the “Jazz practically raised Danny” card, and I love that card and fully support it, but she was also a kid. With no other parents to consult. Who was raised by the Fentons originally and def has no clue what normal parents are like. So she probably didn’t exactly measure up to how a kid is MEANT to be raised. So Danny still had an incredibly strange childhood that just was Not Normal, but I feel like we see Danny with a deep desire to be normal. He doesn’t even really like being a superhero that much, he just wanted to be a kid.

So he gets bat adopted, and Danny is just functioning how he did growing up with the Fentons, which is No Restrictions Do What You Want. And then his bat dad (using Jason for this) is like “No. It’s Bed Time.” And Danny. Danny is ALL for that. He’s bewildered. Mystified. He’s not grumpy about being told what to do at ALL, because he’s just so shocked.

“You’re serious? You’re fucking dead-ass serious? It’s bed time? Oh my god this is so cool. I’ve never had a bed time before! This is great!” Because this is the first time he’s EVER been treated like a normal child by a parental figure. He just got sent to bed. Wow.

Having a parent who is in charge of keeping him healthy and actually enforces Danny taking care of himself is kind of cool.

“Eat your vegetables, they’re good for you.” And they won’t try to eat him back? Fuck yeah, he’ll eat his vegetables!

“No you aren’t allowed to go out at 2 in the morning, go back to bed, you have a doctors appointment for your yearly checkup tomorrow.” oh ancients, Danny has always heard other kids complain about not being allowed out at night, but to have himself told he can’t? This is so weird. And he’s never been to a yearly check up before!

“Brush your teeth before bed” “I can’t get cavities, I’m dead!” “Ya know, for some reason I don’t believe you. When was the last time you went to the dentist? Are you sure you can’t get them?” Danny has 7 cavities.

The first time Danny gets to actually use the “my dad said No” excuse, he is ECSTATIC. Jack and Maddie have LITERALLY never told him he can’t go out somewhere. Ever. He’s in a whole new world where he doesn’t have to fight ghosts, or be a hero, or anything and he loves it. He has a normal kids room without deadly weapons in it and normal kid hobbies and a fridge full of normal food and a parent who enforces a bed time, and it’s weird as hell and it’s great. Normal is pretty damn good, he has no clue what Sam and Tucker were always complaining about. Shits sweet.

#Danny is accidentally the best behaved child in Wayne Manor #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #danny phantom x dc #fic prompt

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| all webbed up

| colby brock x reader x sam golbach

summary: sam and colby’s annual halloween party commences. they decided to dress matching once again; spiderman and venom spiderman. and a certain girl has a thing for the spider boys.

warnings: mean!dom!colby, soft!dom!sam, degrading, praise, oral (m and f receiving), creampie,

authors note: this is not edited at all. i just wanted to get this out to you guys!! hope you enjoy!!

word count: 3.7k

the annual sam and colby halloween party was something you’d always look forward to. you’d been invited for the past five years, ever since your friendship began with the two boys.

but y/n couldn’t help herself. she secretly liked the boys. she had for a while now, however she never confessed her feelings. she didn’t even want to confront them to herself.

she knew they wouldn’t like her back. why would two of the biggest upcoming youtubers like her back.

y/n had begun editing the boys’ videos three years ago, once she finished off school. she’d studied media and film, giving her knowledge about everything. sam and colby had saw how well the girl did in her studies and her work and immediately asked her to help edit their videos as they were beginning to have tight schedules.

y/n of course agreed. this guaranteed more time with the boys. which it did. after a few months of working with them, they offered her a room at their house, which she also agreed to obviously.

as time progressed, y/n sometimes thought that the boys felt something for her, but she’d then convince herself she was being delusional. however, her bestfriend, lucia, would feed into the delusion and tell her that ‘they look at you as if they wanna fuck you’.

but that’s what bestfriends do. they won’t turn to you and tell you the truth if you really like someone so much. well lucia wouldn’t.

there was a knock at y/n’s bedroom door, she called out a small ‘come in’. colby walked into the room, his eyes immediately noticing her bare legs. y/n sporting an xplr hoodie, which was yet to be released, and which also belonged to sam.

colby shook his head and then looked at her face, “you hungry? sam said about getting take out,” colby asked.

“uhh, yeah. i just need to finish editing,” y/n spoke, quickly turning back to the laptop and pressing a few keys and the mouse.

colby moved towards her bed, coming to lay next to her. as he collapsed onto her bed, he let his head rest against y/n’s shoulder.

“this shit is freaky,” y/n looked to colby, “don’t get how you guys do it constantly,”

colby rolled his eyes playfully, “come on, you did that one video with us,” colby answered.

y/n smiled at the memory, but her face then contorted into embarrassment, “yeah and i literally cried, colby,”

he removed his head from y/n’s shoulder to look at her, “i don’t blame you! you got targeted the entire night. some of the things you faced had never happened to be and sam!” he comforted her, “what if we invited you again, somewhere that’s not as haunted or dangerous? you’d have me and sam, and i could invite a few others so it’s like a group video?”

y/n considered this for a moment, “maybe,” she said uncertainly, “i’ll see how i feel in the future,”

the blond boy then burst through the door, “what you guys up to?”

colby shook his head, “nothing. just tryna get y/n to get in a future video,”

“you should y/n! everyone loved you on the channel, and we loved having you in the video,” sam added.

“you’re distracting me! i’m trying to edit your video!” y/n smiled, pushing colby back.

sam came and sat next to her, on the other side to where colby was sat. the boys sat in silence, while y/n edited the video.

they’d never really understood how she did it. they understood little things and they could probably survive without her. but y/n understood it to another level. she understood what attracted viewers, what made the video look better and she knew secret little tips and tricks to make the video the best thing.

“i don’t know how you even remember all this,” sam spoke up, said boy standing up and walking to the door, “i’m gonna go order take out now. the usual?” he asked. colby nodded looking at sam, and y/n nodded without looking away from the laptop, sam disappears into the hallway.

colby watched for another minute, before speaking “right i’ll leave you to it,” colby pressed a kiss into the side of her head, “our smart girl,” he muttered, moving off the bed and out the door. y/n couldn’t hide or stop the redness that came to her face. ‘our’. colby had called her ‘our smart girl’. the praise had gotten to her. colby knew it would. he’d picked up on how she reacts to things not that long ago, he of course informed sam. and now they’d started using it to their advantages, just like now.

y/n had told the boys that she would head over to lucia’s to get ready for the halloween party. this was a yearly thing that happened. all because sam and colby liked to surprise y/n with their costume and vice versa.

the two girls had gone somewhat matching. cat woman and harley quinn. not matching exactly, but from the same company. lucia had gone with harley and y/n had chosen cat woman. and if she had to be honest, she felt sexy.

a tight black latex suit covered her body, high black stilettos on her feet, a black cat mask over her eyes and her hand held a whip. y/n’s lips were accentuated with red lipstick, standing out against the dark latex. eventually y/n gave up with holding the whip, she decided it was too much and she’d end up losing it anyways.

“come on, lucia,” y/n pleaded, “we’re gonna be late!”

lucia rolled her eyes, “there’s not even a certain time we have to be there. you just wanna go and see your boyfriends!”

y/n groaned at her words. “firstly, they’re not my boyfriends, they’re my bestfriends and my bosses. secondly i want to go now, because i fucking love halloween! plus, sam and colby throw the best parties ever!”

lucia stood up walking over to her closet to pick out her shoes, which she bought specially for this occasion. “fine, you go get in the car! i’ll be there in a second,” she replied, giving into y/n’s desperation to leave.

“thank you!” y/n grinned, kissing her bestfriends cheek and trying her best to run to the car with her heels on.

she jumped in the passenger seat of lucia’s car and waited. she thought about sam and colby immediately. she knew they’d look good tonight, no matter what they wore. her thoughts were interrupted with her phone ringing. she looked at the contact who called ‘sam🤍’. her phone read. she smiled at the name, admiring the picture of her and sam that came up. it was a photo from two years ago; a photo of sam kissing y/n’s cheek.

she then realised she still hadn’t answered the call, so she clicked on the green answer button and put the phone up to her ear. “hey sam!”

“hey y/n! uh- how long till you’re here?”

“i mean, im in the car waiting, but lucia’s is just getting her shoes on, then we’ll be over,”

“okay great. quite a lot of people have already arrived, but we’ll come look for you when you get here,”

there was some rustling on the other end of the phone. “hey y/n!” colby’s voice boomed through the phone.

“hey colbs,”

“how’s your costume?”

“yeah, pretty good actually. think it’ll beat yours this year,”

“is that so? well, your costume won’t be on for very long, anyways,”

what has he just said. y/n’s eyes widened and she bit her lip trying to hide her growing smile. lucia opened the drivers seat door, knocking y/n out of her thoughts of what colby had just said.

“alright, lucia’s just got in the car! i’ll see you guys soon!”

the boys said bye and y/n ended the call. “speaking to the boyfriends are we?” lucia smirked, pulling out of her driveway.

y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that came across her face, “they’re not my boyfriends, once again, lucia!” y/n thought about it for a moment, should she tell lucia what colby just said.

“what you thinking about?” lucia asked.

“i-uh, well, when they just rang me, i mean it was a pretty normal call. then, colby started speaking and he made like a really flirty forward comment, and it seemed like he meant it in that way…” y/n explained with a confused tone.

“what did he say?”

“he said ‘your costume won’t be on for long, anyways’. so i took that as we’ll be taking your costume off soon,” y/n replied.

lucia’s giggled at what her friend had told her, “someone is getting fucked tonight!” she cheered, “by the two guys she in love with!”

“shut up lucia, im not okay! they’re probably just messing around, you know them,” she denied.

the girls walked through the door of the house, which was now fully decorated and it looked amazing. y/n had done quite a bit of it, but sam and colby and insisted on doing the rest.

lucia grabbed onto y/n’s arm and led her to the kitchen where there was an array of alcoholic drinks on the island in the middle. lucia took two solo cups and filled it with things that y/n didn’t even pay attention to, due to the fact she was looking for the two boys. “here you go, miss y/l/n,” lucia said, handing over a cup, “wait- what would your last name be if you guys got married. would you be a y/n brock? or a y/n golbach? or would you go double and do y/n brock gol-”

sam and colby appear behind y/n, “what you saying about us there, lucia?” sam asked jokingly.

y/n swings around to face them, noticing them costumes. how convenient. cat woman and spiderman. two spiderman’s to be exact. neither of them were wearing a mask, but they had the full body suit on.

colby had gone with the black version of spiderman. the venom spiderman, obviously. black being his colour. and be looked good, but he knew that. the black bodysuit hugged his abdomen and chest tightly, showing off what was hidden underneath, which y/n craved to get her hands on.

and then sam. the classic spiderman, the costume was popular, but no one could pull it off better than sam. he looked incredible. just like colby, the bodysuit wrapped around him perfectly, accentuating his body.

sam and colby eyed y/n up and down when she turned to face them, smirks rushing to their faces. “she was saying, none of your business,” y/n smiled sarcastically.

“ouch,” sam replied, shaking his head with a smile.

without y/n knowing, lucia had ran off, leaving her with sam and colby, who gave her a nod, too which y/n didn’t even pick up on.

“so, spiderman and spiderman. i’m a little underwhelmed, was expecting something way better,” she shrugged, placing her hand onto colby’s chest to feel the costume.

“someone’s feeling a bit mean?” colby asked with a cocky smile.

“not mean, truthful,”

“mhmm. well, i could say the same about yours y/n. think i’ve seen another cat woman here already,” sam spoke.

“but it’s okay, you’re the only one with our attention,” colby finished. slapping his arm on sam’s back and walking away with him, leaving y/n there, with furrowed eyebrows.

y/n thought she was making it up, or she was thinking too much into it. being delusional, once again.

y/n poured herself another drink, not noticing the oncoming presence. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing on your own, huh?” a deep voice spoke behind her. she perked an eyebrow and turned, coming face to face with a man she didn’t recognise. “i’m daniel,” he informed.

y/n cringed. she already had her eyes on two boys in particular. and daniel seemed to be pretty drunk already so she knew he’d be pushy, so she was straightforward, “and i’m not interested,” she thinned her lips, downing her drink and then walking away.

she wanted to go find lucia, so she pushed through the crowd of people who had made their way onto the makeshift ‘dance floor’, but a hand grabbed onto her wrist pulling her back.

“who was that?” it was sam.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows. how did he even see her? him and colby had left, there’s no way we could have seen her and daniel. “i don’t know. he just started talking to me,” y/n spoke truthfully.

sam’s hands moved down to y/n’s hips, who looked down, screaming internally at the action. “did you tell him to leave you alone?” sam asked, leaning into her ear and speaking lowly, keeping his hands on the nervous girls hips. she nodded quickly, “good girl,” sam moved his right hand up to the back of y/n’s head, holding her. he brought his hips forwards against y/n’s hips, who couldn’t even believe what was going on.

after a minute or so, y/n could feel another pair of hands join her hips, just a little above sam’s. sam leant into y/n’s ear, “be good for colby while i’m gone,” he spoke. sam’s right hand left one tight squeeze on y/n’s hip before leaving her hip. she watched the blond boy disappear into the sea of people.

that’s when she felt colby pull on her hips to press her bum into his cock, which was already slightly hard. he pressed his head into the crook of her neck, then eventually leaving open wet kisses on her neck. y/n closing her eyes and relishing in the moment, was turned around by colby, who looked at her with a dark stare. y/n’s arm locked around colby’s neck.

before y/n could even think about it, colby’s lips were on hers. kissing roughly and messily. there was a clash of teeth and every so often colby would bite on her lip, cause her to whine, which resulted in colby doing it a few more times for a reaction. colby’s hands moved further down her back, reaching and grabbing at her ass.

colby pulled his lips away from y/n’s, “let’s go somewhere else,” he said quietly, y/n’s stomach doing flips.

colby led y/n up the stairs and into her room, seen as it was the closet one to the stairs. as colby opened the door, y/n saw sam sat on her bed. “took you long enough. thought you’d ditched,” sam began.

“no, i’d never. someone just couldn’t keep their hands off,” colby replied, shutting the door behind me.

y/n looked between the two boys, who now stood in front of her. “i’m so confused, guys. what’s going on?” y/n asked, her brows furrowed.

“oh come on y/n. you’re not that stupid. thought you were our smart girl,” responded sam.

“we’ve seen you looking at us. we know all about your dirty secret,” colby said lowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “but that’s okay y/n. we think the same about you. isn’t that right, sam?”

he nodded in response stepping forward towards y/n, who was now corned by the two boys. “just wanna make you feel good, that’s all baby. can we do that?” sam asked.

y/n nodded shyly. sam immediately went in to kiss y/n, shocking her at first, but then melting into the kiss. his kiss was different to colby’s. colby was more needy, and rough when he kissed, he would bite on her lip as well. but sam’s kiss was gentler. he didn’t bite on her lip, or kiss her roughly. but they were both amazing either way.

y/n felt colby’s lips on her neck, sucking purple bruises into her skin. he moved her hair out of the way, gaining him more and more access.

sam pulled away from the kiss, “go get on the bed, okay?” y/n nodded, moving over to the bed and sitting on her knees, looking over to the boys who whispered to one another quietly.

the two boys finished speaking and walked over to stand in front of y/n. “you gonna be good for us? hm?” colby asked. y/n nodded, looking up at the two. after a few seconds, colby had removed the black suit, showing his boxers, which had a clear outline of his cock.

“go on, make yourself useful,” colby said. y/n reached for the waist band of his boxers, pulling them down. desperately, she reached her hand forward, gripping onto him in her hand, eliciting a groan from colby. y/n stroked him for a minute, before colby spoke harshly, “come on whore, suck my cock,”

y/n squeezed her thighs together, obeying what colby had said. she leant forward and wrapped her lips around his tip, causing his head to tilt back. y/n moved her head forward, letting his cock slide down her throat.

his hands found their way into her hair, gripping her roots tightly, using them to pull her down and back off his cock. he pulled her off, a string of saliva connecting from her lips to his cock. “be good to sam, yeah?”

“use your words, sweetheart,” sam soothed softly, placing his hand in her hair and gently brushing it out her face.

“wanna make you feel good sam,”

“such a good girl, aren’t you?” sam cooed.

sam pulled down his own boxers, letting y/n have a moment to catch her breath.

there was a clear difference in the way sam and colby acted in the bedroom. colby was assertive, mean, rough and straightforward. sam was more caring, sweet and slower with what he did and said. but they both complimented each other in this situation.

y/n licked up sam’s length, taking him into her mouth, “feels so good, baby. so perfect,”

colby had walked around the back of the bed, so he was now behind y/n. he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off of sam, a whine escaping her lips. colby pushed y/n onto her elbows. “carry on, who’re. take care of sam,” colby instructed. y/n complied, going back to sucking sam’s cock.

colby reached for the zip on y/n’s latex suit, “as much as i love this, it’s gotta go,” colby uttered. he pulled the zip down, slipping the latex off of y/n.

she wore no underwear, nor bra underneath the suit. “such a desperate whore. just wanted to be fucked, isn’t that right?”

“don’t be mean, colby. she’s just needy,” sam countered, stroking y/n’s hair softly.

colby moved down the bed so he was now face to face with her pussy. “so fucking wet,”

he leant in, licking a stripe up her slit, causing her to moan out on sam’s dick. “that feel good, baby?” sam asked, y/n’s head nodding frantically.

colby moved his head further down, sucking harshly on her clit, causing y/n to writhe in pleasure, moaning around sam’s cock still.

colby brought two of his fingers up to y/n’s entrance, slowly pushing his fingers in. he started off with a slow torturous pace, y/n clenching around his fingers. he took note of this, increasing the pace of his fingers and his tongue, which flicked across her clit.

she could feel her release nearing, colby removed his mouth but kept his fingers pushing in at a relentless pace, “you gonna cum?”

sam removed y/n’s mouth from around his cock, letting her breath and answer colby. “yes,” she moaned, “please let me cum,” she begged.

“i don’t know about that. what do you think, sam?”

sam looked down at y/n. she was looking up at him, begging him to say yes, a blissed out look on her face. “i think she can. she’s been so good for us, haven’t you y/n?”

she nodded, “so good for you,”

“cum. fucking cum on my fingers, whore,” colby said, before diving back in, his tounge resuming to flicking back at her clit.

it didn’t take long for y/n to come undone on his fingers, moaning out and her eyes closing. colby slowed down his fingers, easing out of her. “you gotta have a go with her pussy, it’s fucking amazing,” colby told sam, speaking about y/n to him as though she wasn’t there.

the boys had swapped places now, colby stood in front, ushering her mouth back on his cock. rushing in to put his hands in her hair and pulling her down, causing her to gag around him. sam lined his cock up with her pussy, slowly pushing in, causing him to groan. y/n moaned at the feeling, looking up to colby, who’s head was back and his bottom lip in between his teeth.

as sam bottomed out in y/n. he gave her a few seconds to adjust. she clenched around him, letting him know he could move. sam held tightly onto her hips, pulling out of her and then slamming back into her. y/n’s mouth came off of colby’s cock, moaning out. but colby immediately came back in and put her mouth back around him.

they both thrusted roughly, synchronising their thrusts. y/n moaned out around colby cock, closing her eyes. “keep them open, whore,” colby pulled back on her hair, causing her to whine. “stupid whore, can’t even keep her eyes open,”

sam’s thrust began becoming sloppy, puffing into her. “gonna cum,” sam groaned, “cum with me, y/n,”

he reached his hand around to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. “cum for us, y/n,”she immediately let go, her orgasm washing over her. clenching around sam, as he followed suit. cumming deep inside her.

colby sped his thrusts up, stopped deep in her throat, releasing his cum down her throat.

sam pulled out of y/n, pulling his boxers back up. he walked around to y/n, crouching at her face level, “you okay?” he asked gently.

“i’m okay,” she nodded with a smile.

colby had walked away to pull his boxers back on and also grab a t-shirt for y/n, which actually turned out to be one of his own shirts, which she’d stolen.

“sit up angel,” y/n complied, putting her arms through the t-shirt, colby leaning in to kiss her forehead.

the boys sat opposite y/n on the bed, “so what happens now,” she giggled, a small smile on all their faces.

sam shrugged, “we’ll have to see about that. but something will happen soon. i promise,” he hinted, “but for now, we have a party to get to,”

y/n pouted, “but i just wanna stay here with my favourite boys,”

sam nodded, “i’ll go clear everyone out,” he left the bed and went to grab a t-shirt and shorts, which were his, but he’d given them to y/n. he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

colby scooted up the bed, opening his arms for y/n. who accepted with a big smile on her face.

“y’know, i’ve always had a thing for spiderman,”

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[touyasdoll]

Revered

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: sex with feelings, alcohol, you've both been drinking, friends to lovers, he comes across a little possessive, dacryphilia if you squint, body worship, unprotected sex, let me know if I missed any ❤️

“Do your ears work, princess? Can you hear that?” He sneers, breath tickling the crook of your neck before he pushes himself up, biceps flexing beautifully as he looms over you.

He’s undoubtedly referring to the lewd, loud sounds manifesting between the two of you. It's absolutely intoxicating, just like his touch. You're already tipsy, but now you are drunk on what this man is doing to you.

“This is what pussy is supposed to sound like when you’re getting fucked.”

You aren't quite sure how you ended up here. With Katsuki fucking Bakugou of all people plunging his cock in and out of you while you cling to his strong arms for dear life.

You blame it on the alcohol. That's the only excuse you can think of to explain why he drew closer to you on the couch, hands and lips exploring places that your dear friend had never ventured to touch before.

Why the glasses you were sipping out of landed on the coffee tabe and he somehow wound up on top of you, his searing kiss stealing the very air from your lungs. Why your clothes lay discarded and you're now laid bare for him, limbs tangled up as sweat collects on both of your brows as your bodies move in tandem, seeking sweet, sweet pleasure.

"That pathetic excuse of a man you called a boyfriend never made you feel like this, did he?" He asks as he grabs your jaw, his touch still so gentle, even as his tone grows more desperate. "Did he?"

"Never," you reply, breathless and barely able to form the words as you lose yourself in the delirium.

Katsuki was definitely more imposing than the man who'd dumped you. He'd stood you up for the last time and it was Katsuki who'd come to comfort you, joining you in your libations as you drowned your sorrows over a man who was never worth your time to begin with.

"That's what I fucking thought," he says as a handsome smirk spreads across his face.

His expression is almost devious. It's dark and full of salascious promise as his strokes grow longer. Slower. Deeper.

It feels as if he's nearly penetrating your lungs the way that head of his cock drags against your pulsating walls and knocks against your cervix, kissing it with each pass of his hips, never giving you the chance to truly breathe as his body drives into yours with immense purpose. Like he has something to prove.

Because he does.

He's watched and he's waited. Too many men have come along and broken your heart. Used your body and never taken proper care of your heart, but that's over now.

As he peers down at your perfect form, he makes a promise to himself and to you. His hands glide along your body, worshipping every curve and dip. His mouth travels along your neck, your breasts, your jaw before they claim your mouth again.

It's heated, though that could just be the booze. It must be, you tell yourself, but no one has ever kissed you like this before. Like they mean it. Like they need it to survive. Like they need you.

"You are never going to be left wanting again, beautiful. I won't let it happen," he breathes out, his lips moving against yours before they swallow you whole again.

Your tongues tangle and you kiss him back despite how your lungs burn and your body tenses, pulled taut like the strings of an instrument that he has spent years mastering and he's performing a fucking symphony right now. To a crowd that only consists of you.

"You deserve to be pleasured. Treasured. Fucking revered," he growls through grit teeth, picking up the pace with his strokes as his hands works into your hair, cradling you with care like the prize he obviously thinks that you are.

"Katsuki," you gasp, a frantic energy swelling inside of you as the song he's crafting swells to a triumphant crescendo. "I-I'm gonna cum."

"Yes you are. You're going to cum all over my fucking cock. Like you should've been doing all this time. You are mine now. No one elses," he pants, sweat dripping from his face onto your breasts to glide down your torso. "I finally have you and I'm not letting you go. I've got you, gorgeous. Cum for me."

You hear his words, but they're drowned out by the sound of someone screaming. Of you, screaming. Howling with unrestrained need as the dam bursts and you break for him, gushing around his thick cock as it keeps on plunging in and out, nearly driving you mad.

"Katsuki!" You cry, literally, as tears prick your eyes, a warm wetness sliding over your cheeks when your eyes squeeze shut and you cling tighter to him, digging your nails into the fibers of his muscles.

"Fuck," he groans, a guttural noise echoing around your living room as his hot seed spills from him and into you, making the slick mess between your thighs a practical crime sense of passion and pure need.

His hips keep moving, drawing out the sinful noises the both of you trade as your respective highs peak and gradually begin to fade away, leaving you a weak, shaking mess beneath him.

"I love you," he confesses with the last of the oxygen in his lungs, his nose nuzzling against the crook of you neck as he lays his body on top of yours.

It's all encompassing. His presence. His words. His devotion. It feels like a safety blanket, bundling you up in all the things that you were searching for all along when it was right here in front of you the whole time.

"I love you too, Katsuki," you whisper the words you'd left unspoken for far too long against his temple.

He smiles against your skin. He's wrung dry after offering everything up to you, but your words renew him, giving him the strength to push up and ghost his fingertips along your cheek as his crimson eyes bore into your own.

"You will never want again. I'll take care of you from now on," he promises, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he draws you in to another kiss.

This one is slow, sweet, and tender. It's a vow that he will never break.

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