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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months
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Oh my gosh! HELLOO!
Anywho~
I had a request for Alastor with a reader who’s contract with Valentino just ended and Angel brings them to the hotel to help them get on their feet, they have lots of trauma from what the endured, maybe they stay close to Alastor because he’s very much a gentleman and never treats them like Val did?
Thank you!!
Oooh! I like this one a lot! We got a second Angel but unlike Angel, we’re probably better and less snarky and bitchy. Sorry, Angel. Anyway! Idk if it’s meant to be romantic or not so I am gonna guess—
Alastor- Redemption Path
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Alastor can’t help but feel sorry and feel pity for you. You’re just like Angel but you aren’t as bad as Angel. A ex-pornstar that has finally been free from the pimp Overlord, Valentino and your dear friend Angel Dust is so relieved that you’re safe from him, now, he’ll take even more measures to make sure you’ll do better than him
Bringing you to the Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust introduced you to the Hotel Staff. Hoping they could help get you back into Hell more stably. Out of Charlie feeling immense sorry for your sexual abuse trauma, Vaggie considering to sign you up for counselling and Angel Dust barking at Husk to be nicer to you. Alastor is the one who is the most interested in you
Alastor is the one who escorted you around the Hotel. He is the only one who treated you so perfectly, he is a true sweet gentleman and he is doing much for you that it’s unbelievable. He doesn’t want anything from you? How is that possible
Throughout the days since you first checked in as a client, Alastor notices the way you follow him around and he finds it adorable. You’re such a lost lonely little puppy needing somewhere to feel safer and he doesn’t mind playing that little safety spot for you. It’s quite amusing
“Oh. My dear, is something bugging you?” Alastor asked curiously as he finally turns around to face the cute eager shorter sinner that has been clinging onto him and following him around ever since he was polite and ‘respectful’ to them. Treating them like a person and not like an object. Unlike the first and only Overlord they knew at the time, he doesn’t even notice their curvy attractive body or make creepy sexual remarks in the slightest
He just compliments the cozy colourful classy outfits they’d wear, calling each and every one ‘adorable’. He finds you adorable as a whole and he is entertained that you’re so enamoured by his kindness, that you act like a baby fawn following his mother around
The sinner that has been following him around all day, takes a few seconds to even blink. You’re shyer around Alastor since he actually gives you a voice and a say-so, something you’re unfamiliar with. Having that… you never did back with Valentino and it’s almost overwhelming that such a friendly treatment is addictive to have, the way he handles you with delicacy. He isn’t usually a man to sympathise with an awful situation but for some reason, he sympathised with you in his own special little way. You’re thankful that he is even more polite and caring than anybody you’ve ever met, even Angel!
“Oh. My, you’re shivering. Are you cold?” You didn’t actually answer Alastor with words but instead with actions, approaching him and shyly reaching out for a handhold but you didn’t actually touch him, reminding yourself of his no touching clause. You hoped he’d let you slide this once. You don’t really have anybody to talk to after you were jolted awake from night terrors over what that awful squeaking sex-obsessed freak of a moth did to you throughout your contract with him
Angel is there as a friend but he’s busy still suffering under Valentino’s maniac rule right now, you don’t want to bother any of the staff nor Charlie about your problems whilst they are busy. Sooooo
You figured your emotional support, the one who has been very patient and understanding with you. He hasn’t let you down once just of yet
Alastor willingly takes your hand when he recognises your reach out attempt and brings you up to his side in a lone but strong tug. Not minding the sweater you wore being your only coverage for your bottom half. Just a cute off-the-shoulder sweater and thigh highs. Whilst your style mirrored Angel’s in an odd way, you didn’t gross the Radio Demon out like the current top pornstar did. You’re more innocent, more sophisticated
You’re nothing like Angel, despite escaping from the same ugly world as that spider sinner is still trapped in. You’re a recovering traumatised, overexploited pornstar in need of help to gain a new life within Hell and Alastor actually likes the idea of playing that knight in shining armour you clearly view him as. He can’t tell why but he likes it
Leading you down the empty, slightly dark hallway with one arm around your body to keep you close, pressing your face against the side edge of his broad chest and the other slightly stylishly twirling his signature staff-like microphone cane, the Radio Host plans to take care of you in other ways then just hand you some blankets and set you out to your own Hotel room. He’d prefer to personally put you to sleep and the process would be begin with a picture show, a talk and a darker warmer room
You didn’t know why but your face was beet red, your heart was pounding in your chest and your eyes sparkled as you tilted your slightly fuzzy head up to look at Alastor. In, what felt like a blink, his crimson red eyes flashed a sense of genuine affection before returning to the usual half-emotionless bloody haze as the radio effect on his rather mighty voice kicks in with the overlap of both sincerely caring and classic semi-mocking Alastor style caring
It doesn’t help that you swear you can feel his heartbeat grow faster…
Is Alastor feeling the same you are?!
“Come now, darling. You’re clearly having bad sleeping patterns. How about me and you watch that picture show you’ve been holding off? Yes. Yes, I know. I don’t like your technology but I wouldn’t be a help provider if I didn’t provide you help, now would I?”
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girlboypersonthingy · 24 days
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Can you write something platonic about alastor, like tiny things he might do around people that are his way of showing care around the hotel and people around him?
Yessss I love this creepy king!!! I know he has a soft spot somewhere in him, he’s just a weirdo. Thanks for requesting! And enjoy~ ❤️
Platonic Alastor Headcanons ❣️
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If he likes you, he’ll talk to you quite often. He’ll even make jokes at your expense, might even go as far as to bully you or tease you about things he knows will get a reaction out of you.
But don’t get it twisted, if Alastor didn’t like you, he would either straight up ignore that you even exist or straight up threaten you and do his best to scare you off. So the fact that he even talks to you, regardless of the passive aggressive comments, is a good sign.
Taps his mic cane on the head of those he likes. Doesn’t really like physical touch but will occasionally touch you and others at the hotel, mostly with his cane but sometimes with his big claws.
If he really cares for you, Alastor will offer to share things with you. For example, he’ll invite you into his radio tower for a behind the scenes tour, he’ll offer you some of whatever is on his plate if you accidentally interrupt his dinner (even if it’s disgusting, it’s the thought that counts right?)
Won’t hesitate to destroy someone for trying to mess with you, anyone at the hotel or the hotel itself…as we saw when he slaughtered all those loan sharks for Mimzie.
He can be very frightening when he wants to be or needs to be, he never backs down from a fight.
Although, when Alastor has a soft spot for you, he will check in with you after he goes all scary crazy on someone.
Bro be like 😈👹 *radio static and screeching* and then immediately turn his attention to you like 😇 ‘oh you saw that? My bad.’
“Oh darling! I sincerely apologize for letting you see me that way. But! As your hotelier and also the radio demon, I must step up when someone tries to mess with us. You feeling alright? Yes? Good! Off you go then.”
He’s an extremely smart and carefully calculated man so really, any show of affection, care, consideration, concern should not be taken lightly.
Will also pull those typical, polite gestures like holding a door open for someone, offering his seat up when there’s no other open seats, magically summoning an umbrella for his company while on a walk in the rain, ect.
Again, as simple as that may seem, if this guy doesn’t like you he’s gonna do the exact opposite. Slamming doors in your face, lowkey trying to trip you as you walk past him, ect.
If he happens to catch you crying all alone, he won’t leave you be until you’re feeling better and your tears have stopped. Think when he went to comfort and encourage Charlie when she was crying in bed.
He will stay beside you, either aggressive praising you and trying to up your mood with encouragement or he will be cracking lame jokes or even offering to go kill whoever made you upset.
Is actually very easy to tell if the radio demon likes you or not. Alastor lets his feelings show through his actions.
As long as Alastor isn’t threatening you, ignoring you or trying to scare the shit out of you, then he likes you :)
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don’t delete the kisses - 2/?
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a camboy!steve au
this installment contains: gender unspecified reader; camboy!steve; steve leading guided masturbation; mentions of weed!!! reader and steve will smoke in this series i’m very sorry!; high!reader; pining
author’s note: thank y’all for the love and support on the last one!!
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you know you shouldn’t, and you tell yourself don’t log in about one hundred times until you cave. it’s another tuesday evening and steve’s promised this stream was going to be good - something new and exciting. he hasn’t mentioned his “coworker” since the first time you watched him, which is equally relieving and annoying. at the very least, you’re thankful that over the last few weeks, you’ve been able to act semi-normal around him. seeing steve naked was almost routine now, as bizarre and perverted it is. but the big thing that helped was smoking a bit before watching. it kept you grounded, let you lose some inhibitions just long enough to see if he’s mentioned you again - and it admittedly helps you get off, too. seeing if steve’s going to talk about you - or his “coworker” - is like it’s own drug. you’re addicted to it and you know it’s dangerous for you to be.
you promise yourself tonight that you won’t touch. you’ll just watch, like it’s a fucking movie or something. you’re just here to observe, see if he says your name or talks about his crush, and that’s it.
but then.
steve’s on camera and he’s not naked. he’s actually fully clothed, and you cringe at how disappointed you feel. some of the viewers feel the same, asking what the deal is, some of them saying how sad they are they can’t see “big stevie” (and it makes you feel a thousand times better about yourself).
“sorry, guys, but tonight’s not about me,” he says, grinning so sweetly it almost makes you sick. “i thought tonight could be about you guys. ‘m gonna walk you through touching yourself. how’s that sound?”
just watch just watch just watch you repeat to yourself, shifting in your seat because you’re already turned on just from the idea, mind hazy and comfortable with the thc in your system.
“don’t worry, i’ll touch myself, too. it’s just not the point, y’know? but here’s the catch - you have to edge for me til i hit my goal. okay? no one’s allowed to cum til i tell you. got it?”
and the chat lights up, promises of yes daddy and whatever you want and he gets $100 in donations in just a few short moments. you bite your bottom lip until it’s near bleeding, nails digging into your thighs.
“alright, sweet thing, get nice and comfortable, okay? what’re you wearing right now?”
you’re blushing hot because steve’s acting like he’s talking directly to you. eyes staring right into the lense of his camera, those coffee-colored irises poking out under hooded lids.
fanta20: i’m wearing nothing :)
b00geymAn: i’ve got on black lace underwear
and you’re kind of caught up in the comments because you wonder if people just say that shit. and you wonder if they really think steve would give them the time of day. but you wonder it, too - if he knew you watched, if he knew of this growing crush you have on him, would he take action? or politely turn you down?
“so good for me,” he purrs. he literally sounds like he’s purring. his voice is hushed and deep. “spread your legs for me, honey. feel up and down your skin - god, you’re so soft, huh? so pretty for me. play with your nipples, baby. get them nice and perked for me. y’know i’m a tits guy, yeah? but i don’t mind a nice ass to stick my cock in, either.”
your head spins and you adjust in your seat again, thighs clenching together.
“mm, yeah, there you go. that feel good?”
and with the typos in the comments, you know people are typing with one hand. there’s a steady stream of money coming in, but steve hardly seems to notice or care.
“it does, huh? keep touching yourself - let that ache between your legs build. want you dripping before you touch yourself there, got it? go on, tease yourself. show me what a little slut you want to be for me.”
and there you go - hand in your own pants, rubbing yourself through the cotton of your underwear, cursing yourself and him for being so stupidly hot.
and he really does make his audience edge, makes them take their time until the comments are practically begging to be able to touch themselves.
“how do you want me to touch you, huh? where at, baby? can you tell me, or are you too horny? got your brain melting with want?”
you can see his biceps flexing - he’s definitely jerking off, along with the rest of you.
anna9220: my pussy, steve
hung9: i’d do anything for your cock dude
“go ahead and show me,” he smiles, and your eyes roll back when you finally let yourself feel your bare skin, how turned on you are. you whimper and groan, rocking back and forth on your fingers.
“just like that, there you go,” he says, biting his own lip. “slow down, angel. can’t cum til i let you, yeah? if you can put a finger inside, do it slow.”
he’s so pretty like this, you think. so gorgeous. and you feel a little jealous that he really isn’t talking to you. and an idea - a stupid, pot induced idea - strikes you. you grab your phone and open steve’s contact. you type are you busy? and press send, watching his face closely. you’re sure his phone is somewhere else, or at least on do not disturb -
but his eyes flick over to the side and you watch his eyes widen and breath hitch. it’s almost microscopic, and you feel sure that no one else had noticed it. you can’t help but to smile at his blush, or how he looks back at the camera quickly, like nothing ever happened.
“how’s that feel, huh? want another?”
and as people type their responses, you see his eyes flick back over to the side. a few moments later, his eyes are facing forward again, and your phone dings.
Nope - everything okay?
you feel like you might pass out. you have to completely stop touching yourself, only rocking back and forth on your chair. you can’t be sure if he’s texting because he wants to or because he’s concerned, but you decide to play with it, gnawing on your lip and thinking of what to say.
i’m good, just wondering what you’re up to!
he groans when he reads that one, and you fidget nervously as you wait for a reply. he’s admittedly pretty damn good at multitasking.
“go on and add another finger, sweetheart. let me see how loose you can get that hole for me. y’know you’ll need nice and stretched out if you wanna take my cock.” he stands, then, showing his cock, just peaking out of his sweatpants. “you want this, huh? you wanna taste me?”
you lick your own lips as comments flood in, begging for something, for anything. he smiles over it, jerks himself nice and slow, the camera picking up on the precum dripping out of the tip. “bet you wanna choke on it, yeah? keep fingering yourself, gonna need at least four fingers if you want to take me. wanna use your mouth to get me slick enough to fit.”
he stays standing, upper body cut off from the view, and you see him pick up his phone quickly. “yeah, like that, keep goin’,” he says, nearly absentmindedly, and your phone dings again as he quickly throws his back down on his streaming table.
To what do I owe this pleasure? You never text me. Do you have a shift that needs covered?
you’re impressed with his one handed typing and, though knowing you’re being a prick and you’ll regret it once you sober up a bit, you type back, no! i just wanted to see if you wanted to hang? i’m a little bored :/
and then, after a beat, oh my god! aren’t tuesdays when you stream? i’m sorry, steve, i totally forgot! i hope i’m not interrupting
and it takes a moment for him to see it, as he’s fully immersed back into his job. praising and gently degrading, jerking himself off, letting his eyes roll back with his own pleasure. a lot of comments are begging to cum, and you’re so thankful, because you’re really hoping steve takes your bait. and when he does see it, his brows falter slightly, and the red on his cheeks deepens. “o-okay, guys - okay, sweetheart, you wanna cum now? go ahead, let it out for me.”
he’s so quick to end his stream, giving thanks a million times. you wonder if he even reached his goal. you kind of can’t find yourself caring when he texts you a moment after the stream ends: No, no worries! I didn’t stream tonight. Been wondering when we’d hang out since you’re so obsessed with me 😎 What’s your address? I can bring some alcohol.
you bite your lip. this was such a bad idea. but you aren’t about to turn back now - and, anyway, you’ve got plenty more to smoke.
no biggie, i’ve got some Special Stuff here if you’re into that? the kind you smoke? ya get me?
“you’re such a fucking idiot,” you say out loud, but steve replies pretty quickly.
😄 Loud and clear. That sounds great. Address?
you’re a bit relieved with how dorky he is, too, and you reply quickly before hurrying to get yourself off before he knocks on your door. you’re so keenly aware, once he’s standing before you, that he hasn’t been able to cum - and he still smells like sex.
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gotmefeelingaway · 1 year
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Minors DNI 18+
Ngl there is no story really just pure smut for anakin / fem reader. Planning on writing a Part 2 if this goes well. First ever written Smut. Hope it makes sense. Any feedback is appreciated. Also apologies for formatting on mobile…
Warnings - SMUT - metal hand kink Anakin’s x fem reader.
… Beside You
You awoke from a nightmare to soft kisses being pressed to your temple and a warm embrace holding you tight. Your breathing was rapid and your heart was palpitating. “It’s Okay.” The voice whispered in between the kisses. You recognized the familiar voice as you came to your senses. Anakin was home. Your breathing relaxed as you inhaled his scent. His cologne was strong and the warmth of his close body kept you calm. Your arms immediately wrapped around his tall broad shoulders your head buried in his chest. Anakin’s hand smoothed over your head while humming your favourite lullaby. You took a few moments to really feel him.
“When did you get back?” You ask finally looking up to meet his eyes. He took a deep breath loosening his grip around you to look into your eyes. “About 20 minutes ago. I tried not to wake you. Seems like you were having a bad dream.” He responds. You nodded. Looking back down at his bare chest and pulling him closer to you. “I missed you so much Ani.”
“Me too (Y/N)” he brushes your hair behind your ear. “You know what you need?.”
He chuckles at his thoughts. But doesn’t give you time to respond.
Anakin’s pink lips met yours as he began to slowly kiss you. Without hesitation, you kissed him back feeling yourself melt with his touch. His teeth grazed your bottom lip lightly. You let out a small moan Anakin smiling into the kiss.
His lips left yours making their way down to your neck where he began to suck and bite in hopes of marking his pretty girl. You threw your head back onto the pillow hands planted firmly on his waist. “Is this okay with you?” He asks politely. Who knew being away for a few weeks would have made him so soft towards you? Though maybe he was just trying to make you feel better about your dream. “This is more than okay with me.” You reply. He smirks in the way only he can before going back to kissing your neck.
He hasn’t even touched you properly yet but that didn’t stop the pool of slick lining your underwear. His focus was 100% on you right now. His hands roamed your upper body one warm flesh and the other a cool metal that sent tingling sensations all over. He blew a cool breath other your clothed right nipple and watched as it hardened. You let out a moan from how sensitive you felt while he placed his warm mouth over it. He used his metal hand to roll your left nipple between his fingertips. You let out soft moans, your pussy aching for some action. But Anakin remained painstakingly slow licking and sucking at your nipples one after the other mirroring himself.
“I want you to be patient.” He started. Holding your hips down to the bed. He looked over your whole body. Your top had two wet patches that left your nipples cold and hard. Anakin liked what he was seeing lust in his eyes as he could feel your desperation for him.
“It’s been so long.” You whine. He kisses your lips once more this time deeper than the last.
“It will be worth it.” He promises. His eyes were now a dark shade of blue.
Anakin feels the heat between your thighs through your pyjama shorts. He licks his lips and pulls them down with his teeth. You watched in awe. “I’m gonna take care of you (Y/N)” he says right as he licks up your slit. You whimper from the sudden movement. He dove right in, with no hesitation feeling how wet and warm you were from his tongue. You’re sure he can feel your pussy pulsing and the juices gushing out preparing for the end game. Anakin’s huge cock. But for now, this was heaven. You couldn’t even remember what it was you had been dreaming about.
You place your hand on either side of his head ruffling his curly locks. His warm mouth left your nub as he brings a cool metal digit to replace it. The difference in sensations causes a breathy whine from you. Anakin breaks the silence almost immediately.
“Is this all for me?” He asks dragging his metal finger in between the folds covering it in your juices. He licks the finger clean causing you to whimper. You knew Ani was just trying to get you to beg for him. It made him so hard when you would beg and tell him how good he is.
“You make me so wet Ani. I need to feel you.” You say. Your hips bucked up trying to get closer to him. Anakin holds your hips steady as he slips one of his metal fingers inside of you. Not breaking eye contact as he pumps it in and out curling to hit your g-spot. Your breathing hitches in between moans. Your hands reach out to hold onto him. One finds a solid bicep to hold while the other holds onto his shoulder digging little crescent shapes into his skin.
“You look so pretty taking my finger. Do you want another?” He asks you nod frantically already feeling your stomach knot up. He bites his lip as he slips another finger slowly into you. It causes you to moan loud as it stretches your walls. He moved them rhythmically. Both coated in your slick, he reintroduces his thumb to your nub and rubs gentle circles on it. “Don’t cum just yet baby.” Ani pleads. Feeling the way your walls tighten around his fingers.
You fist the bed sheets. “Anakin-“ you moan. He slows down his rhythm for just a second. Looking at you deeply. “What is it?” He asks
“Another finger, please. I want to feel full.” You managed to ask. He nodded understanding fully. He kissed your jawbone and the sweet spot on your neck to keep the juices flowing between his metal fingers. “Ready?” He asks. You nod anticipating the entrance of a third finger in you. Anakin brings his swollen lips up to kiss yours deeply. All while the cold finger slips in slowly to join the others. This one providing a new sensation between the cold and the warm. You moaned hard into the kiss allowing Ani the opportunity to fight your tongue with his.
You felt euphoric. the tightness of your walls around his cool metal fingers. The way he swirled them inside and still managed to hit your g-spot. He could feel how close you were getting and started to kiss all the way down your body. As his lips met your clit he brought his flesh hand up to tweak your nipples.
The combination of everything really sent you into overdrive. Your hips arched high and the knot in your stomach prepared to come undone. Your hands found their way back to his curly locks. You look down to find his eyes staring right back. They looked as if they were giving you permission.
He was so intense focusing on your crumpled facial expressions not wanting to miss the fact he is the one to give you pure ecstasy. You can’t look away, a few more pumps with his fingers and you’re a writhing, moaning mess under him. He sucks hard on your clit as your hips buck up, again not breaking eye contact. The knot in your stomach has unscrambled itself. When you had finished riding out your high, he gives one last suck to your clit and gently removes his fingers leaving your core empty while your walls still spasm. He admires the juice covering his hand and licks each finger one by one.
He has a very egotistical smile right now. As he brings himself up to face level with you. Your face was crimson red. “Did that make you feel better?” He asks. “More than.” You reply breathlessly. Ani gently kisses your cheek.
“We’ll there’s more where that came from.” He boasts. He lays back down on the bed and you reposition yourself to lie with your head on his chest.
“2 minutes and I’ll show you a good time. “ you promise. You’re breathing now slowing and reaching the same rate of his.
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mzv11 · 7 months
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Cut from the Pack-Part 2 (18+ ONLY)
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AU where the Judgement Day are werewolves. Read Part 1 here
Characters:
River Jamison: Black dire wolf with golden brown eyes. Almost 4 feet tall, 150 pounds.
Damian Priest: Black dire wolf with dark eyes. A little over 4.5 feet tall, around 200 pounds.
Warning: language & drinking. Smut: fingering, squirting, oral (f giving & receiving)
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“You asked if I ride dick as well as I ride that bull. I think we both know the answer to that.” River laughed, handing him another beer. “What time do you get off? I’d like a private demonstration.” Damian growled, she hadn’t asked what beer he was drinking, she just knew. “I’d give you at least 15 minutes to try and make River run.” she winked, walking away to go serve her other patrons. He playfully howled in her direction. He sat perched on the bar stool watching her work. River’s heart raced whenever her eyes met Damian’s. “Please don’t tell me that you’re gonna not talk to that tall drink of man that’s been eyeing you for the last hour. Girl, come back in 30.” A slick southern voice spoke. “You sure Ms. Loretta? It’s been pretty crazy tonight.” River spoke as the boss’s wife pushed her out from behind the bar. “You haven’t had any action in months. Go talk to that handsome man!” The older woman patted her on the butt. When she climbed up onto the empty stool beside him, there was already a drink waiting for her.
“I have been told that I have to give you my undivided attention for the next 29 minutes. Boss lady’s orders, not that I’m complaining.” River laughed as a smile crept across Damian’s face. “What time are you off tonight?” He asked. “Oh we’re just going for it, huh? I’m off at 2:30. If you’re looking for a good time just while you’re in town, I might not be your girl.” River spoke confidently, her fingers outlining one of his many tattoos. “Oh really? So you don’t ride dick like you ride that bull? That’s too bad, kinda what I was looking for tonight. It’s technically still a full moon and I’m feeling a little frisky.” Damian laughed. “Oh Big Bill was nothing. I was holding back. I wouldn’t dare hold back on you.” River growled. He could hear the growl in her voice, it sent shivers down his spine. “She’d make a good wolf.” Damian thought to himself. Just as he was pulling River closer to him, a voice said “Hey beautiful. I need your help.” It was Rhea. River and Damian looked at each other, trying to figure out who she was talking to. “Oh Priest. You are beautiful but not tonight.” Rhea laughed, grabbing River’s hips until she slid off the barstool. “She’s mine!” He spoke almost angrily at Rhea’s wolf. “Bye Priest.” Her voice was cocky and sing-songy.
“How can I help you?” River asked as Rhea pulled her over to a corner. “I’m getting on the Bull in a bit and I need some quick pointers. I asked Nikki but she said that you were the best. I couldn’t really argue with her.” Rhea laughed. “I’ve just been doing it the longest. It’s not really a competition though.” River laughed, thinking of how to calm Rhea down. “I want my hips to move like yours. I’m trying to impress Nikki.” Rhea laughed. “Well, I guess you did come to the right person. Let’s see…do you mind if I touch you?” River asked politely. “Please do.” Rhea exclaimed as River grabbed her hips from behind. Rhea growled playfully. “You kinda move in a slow pelvic thrust but also roll your hips, like you’re having sex with a really hot person…” River trailed off. “Like Damian?” Rhea asked. “Mmm god. I mean…nope, no comment.” River felt her cheeks getting flushed. “We like you River. He REALLY likes you.” Rhea winked. “Oh, you guys seem fun.” River shrugged. “You should come by our place after you get off work. Nikki, Ana and Tasha will be there. You should come for Priest.” Rhea smiled, pointing to Damian who was watching them. River could sense the tension between Rhea and Damian, they were mentally talking about her. She could feel Rhea’s low growl vibrate across her entire body. “Did you pick a song?” River broke the silence. Before Rhea could answer, the DJ called her to the pen with Big Bill. “Go girl. You got this!” River reassured her playfully smacking her butt and sending her off. She picked a metal mix of “Little Girl Gone” by Chinchilla. “She made this look so easy! She didn’t even use the handle.” Rhea thought to herself as she struggled to hold on to the bucking bull. She tried to get fancy but fell off to her own laughter and crowd applause. Nikki rushed in to help her up.
“I’ve been informed that we’re having some of your coworkers over to the cabin after closing time. I’d love for you to join us….join me.” Damian laughed as he crept up behind River, his big hands grabbing her hips firmly. His voice and demeanor were more wolf than man at this point. River turned to face him, a dark smile on his face. His big brown eyes caught every particle of light in the room, he was more beautiful than before. The line between wolf and man blurred. River crushed her lips to his. Her eyes slowly turned from their normal golden brown to just golden. Their eyes locked as the kiss grew more intense before River broke it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that!” River spoke before escaping out to the patio. When the damp night air hit her skin, Damian’s nose perked up. He had smelled that scent before…last night briefly before the rain. She couldn’t be a wolf, could she? He found River crouched down in the corner of the empty patio. She hugged her knees to her chest, trying to keep her wolf at bay. As soon as the night air hit his skin, River lifted her head. “Of course he is.” She mumbled in disbelief.
Damian walked over to her. “Are you ok?” He slid down the wall next to her, nestling his head against hers. “There’s something wrong with me. But I’m not ready to talk about it.” River said, he nodded but still held her close. “Ok gorgeous, we don’t have to talk. We can just sit here until your break is over. But I must say, you smell delicious when you’re all riled up.” He growled. Her heart raced as his scent grew stronger. “Tranquilo Mami. Your secret is my secret. Run with me tonight?” Damian whispered against her skin. A look of shock developed on River’s face. “Yeah, I know what you are. I am too. The whole crew actually.” He laughed. River’s stomach dropped…the wolves by the lake. “Is one of them brown and blonde with blue eyes?” River asked cautiously. “That would be Rhea. Why?” He hated answering questions with more questions. “I almost drowned her.” River spoke softly, sinking closer to the floor. “You’re the black wolf that beat the hell out of Finn and Rhea?” He laughed. “I was scared! I thought I had wandered into some marked territory. I panicked.” River groaned. “Well, I did tell them that we’d go hunting tonight for that wolf. I didn’t even have to get dirty. Still hoping that you and I can get naked though.” Damian laughed, pulling River’s lips to his again. “What do I do about Rhea?” River spoke between the heated collision of their lips.
“Fight her or fuck her. She’d welcome either one. She wants you, but not as much as I do.” He winked. “When did you meet your wolf?” River asked, enjoying his arm possessively around her waist. “I was 14. U?” Damian questioned. “3 months ago.” She grumbled, pulling herself to her feet. She brushed a few leaves off her butt. Damian towered over her as he stood up too. “Wow chica, that’s rough. I know you said that you didn’t want to talk about it but…you want to talk about it?” He assisted her with brushing any outside debris from her perfect peach ass. “Break‘s over Papi. For you to be a big, bad wolf…you sure have the poutiest, softest lips I’ve ever kissed.” River kissed him again before walking back into the bar. He had never met anyone who didn’t meet their wolf until adulthood. In Puerto Rico, those individuals were automatically granted special status amongst the pack. There was so much he wanted to ask her, so much she didn’t know.
Damian spotted River back behind the bar mixing drinks. There wasn’t a single seat at the bar. She smiled in his direction as he walked back to the table. “I thought we’d lost you big guy. Strike out with her?” Finn laughed. A waitress sat a fresh beer in front of Damian. “From River.” The girl mumbled as she slipped away. “Absolutely not, she let me touch that perfect ass of hers. And we made out a little.” Damian laughed, taking a sip of the drink. “Damn bro. Got the phone number and everything! She coming thru tonight?” Dom laughed pointing to her phone number written on the napkin. “Heads up boys. I smell a wolf tonight.” Rhea mumbled loud enough for them to hear. “Yeah, I clocked it too. By the bar. Can’t tell which one. River’s got them shoulder to shoulder up there.” He sighed, wishing he was up there too but none of them had tasted her tongue tonight. “They better not be after her!” Rhea growled. “That River looks like she can handle herself. Besides, I thought she was with Damian.” Finn laughed. “She’s with whoever gets to her first! You see how she grabbed my hips. She wants it. And she can get it.” Rhea stuck her tongue out arrogantly in Damian’s direction. “She said that I had soft, pouty lips!” He teased, sticking his tongue out at Rhea. She gasped and playfully stormed over to the bar.
“I thought we had something special. Now you’re kissing Priest? River…I’m hurt.” Rhea laughed as she clutched her chest dramatically. “Sorry cutie. He tastes so sweet. I wonder if he tastes like that everywhere or just his pouty lips. Getcha a refill on something? Maybe another riding lesson?” River laughed. “I’ll see you later tonight? We can have some real fun. Do some riding of another style. Priest doesn’t have to know.” She laughed as she walked away. “She thinks your lips are sweet and wants to know if the rest of you is that sweet.” Rhea laughed, elbowing her best friend. “I know. She told me.” He laughed, biting into one of the chicken chunks in front of him. The crowd started to die down as the night inched closer to closing time. Ana, Nikki and Tasha were all off at midnight. “We’re taking this party back to the cabin. Wait for our girl Priest.” Rhea laughed, wrapping her arm around Nikki’s waist. “I’m waiting for my girl. I’ll do whatever she wants to do. Don’t wait up kid.” Damian laughed.
“Look at you…back at the bar. What can I get ya handsome?” River flirted in Damian’s direction. “I was serious about that run tonight. Water is fine.” He smiled, his eyes darkening in her direction. “Why don’t you take off early? Don’t keep that man waiting. We’ll finish up darlin. Have a good night.” Duke laughed as he hugged River and ushered her out of the bar. “I’ll be right back. Gotta get out of these chaps.” She laughed. “I like them. They’re sexy.” He laughed. “I’ll be right back.” River shoved her leather chaps into her locker and grabbed her bag. She pulled on some denim shorts over her black boy shorts and fishnets. “Come on, let’s go.” River laughed as she pulled Damian out of the bar behind her. “Now, let’s go howl at the moon.” He growled, kissing her lips roughly. River drove him to her usual spot, the spot where she first smelled him. “Is there anything I should know before we do this?” River asked. “You’re about to be in my head. I’ve been thinking nasty things about you since I saw you on that damn bull on a TikTok Rhea showed me!” Damian laughed as he pulled his shirt off. River ran her hands over his chiseled chest. River climbed down from her truck and started taking her clothes off. Damian covered his eyes. “Ok, ladies first. I don’t wanna look. I know shifting is sacred to some cultures.” His voice was shy. “But…I want you to look.” River laughed. She walked up to him and pulled his hands down from his eyes. “I can’t take my pants off and you know why!” He laughed. “Where’s this big bad wolf that’s been thinking nasty things about me all night? The one who wanted to know if I’d ride his dick like I ride the bull? I want to run with him. Although…this shy guy is pretty adorable.” River laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. His large hands automatically found their way to her plump ass.
River kissed his lips softly and walked into the bushes. She groaned softly as she shifted into her wolf. River peeked out from the brush with golden eyes. “Come on out and let me take a look at you.” Damian commanded. She walked out. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” He growled, letting her head rest against his abs. She growled softly but stepped back so he could shift. “Look how beautiful you are!” River spoke to him, circling around him. This was definitely the big wolf she smelled before the rain. Damian hadn’t run with another female wolf in so long, he forgot what that intense sexual energy felt like. These woods were familiar to her, so he followed her lead. River came to a stop at her favorite spot, the lake. “Have you ever run with anyone like you?” He asked as she snuggled up next to him. “This is my first time. This is my first time shifting more than once a month. Everything is brand new.” She felt her heartbeat slowing to match his. “Where are you from? I mean your pack.” He asked. “My parents are from Pensacola. Dad was banished from his pack for falling in love with a human. They ran to Memphis, then Oakland and finally Seattle. He had been promised to the packmaster’s daughter. She tracked my family down and killed my father after 25 years. They thought I wouldn’t get a wolf so they didn’t tell me a ton about the life. Everything I know now is a combination of Google searches, one of my father's journals and trial and error. I’m out here just winging it. And I can’t go to his pack, not that I’d want to.” A sad yelp escaped her. “Don’t worry, I can teach you. It’s getting late, we should head back.” He growled. He did love just having this peacefully intimate moment with someone new. “I want you but…I want you like normal. I want to touch you with my hands. I want to put my lips on you.” He growled, nipping at her neck.
“Looks like tonight is a night of firsts.” River grumbled as shook the droplets of mist from her lush black fur. “First time having sex? Whoa.” He laughed. “No! First time having wolf-charged sex. I bet you do it monthly.” She laughed. “Never with another wolf. Usually grab a couple of ring rats and put them to sleep. I’m ready for a new challenge.” He growled, trying not to be drawn in by the smell of her heat. “Want to howl at the moon before we go?” He laughed. Howling at the moon was just something wolves did to assemble the pack during a hunt or meeting. Maybe during mating season but never monthly, the shift was the important part. “Ladies first.” He spoke, lifting his head to watch her. Her howl was the most melodic howl he’d ever heard. It was throaty and primal but also seductive and powerful. It made the air around her vibrate, ripples danced across the surface of the water. “Was that ok?” River questioned, not sure what to make of his silence or thoughts she couldn’t hear. “That was so pretty, like a song. Now, let me show you how I do it.” He laughed. His howl was deep and thunderous, like his voice. It sent a shockwave through River’s body. “Impressive Papi.” She laughed, clapping her paws together.
They walked back to River’s truck, he playfully nipped at her tail as she walked. She shifted back to her human form, Damian laid on the ground watching. He walked up to her, nuzzling his head into her hip as she pulled her shorts back on. River ran her hands over his soft fur, a growl rumbled in his chest. “Alright handsome, give me the big guy back. He said that he wanted to put his hands and mouth on me.” River laughed. His tail wagged before he jumped back and into his naked human form. This was the first time she had seen him in all his naked glory. Her eyes immediately shot down to beautifully tanned dick, standing at attention. “Hey, my eyes are up here!” He laughed, then blushed at the nasty thoughts in her head. “You gonna be able to function like that?” River laughed, tossing him his clothes. “Don’t you worry about me love. I’ll be fine…as long as you don’t make me wait too long!” He reassured her as they got dressed and continued their journey to the cabin.
“All your friends are here.” Damian laughed, River rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t go that far. They see me as the old one that doesn’t realize her time has passed. Like I’m washed cuz I’m 30.” She groaned. They were always respectful but it was always implied. All of them except for Nikki. Nikki thought she was the coolest Bunny at Duke’s. “I’ve seen you on that bull, and I’ve seen them on the bull. Mami you are far from washed!” Damian smiled as he kissed her lips again. “Well thank you.” River sighed as Damian typed in the door code. “You lot are just in time, pizzas here and we’re about to start another movie!” Finn beamed. “Don’t worry big guy, we got you your own but little miss River is more than welcome to share with us.” Dom smiled. “Oh god not him too.” Damian thought. “Thanks. Papi’s got a scratch on his arm, I’m gonna go patch him up. Don’t want it to get infected. We’ll be back.” River laughed, pulling Damian off towards the back. “Want me all to yourself huh? I like it.” Damian growled as he scooped River up into his arms and closed the bedroom door behind him. “Of course I do! Now…you and I have unfinished business in those jeans of yours! Strip’em.” River commanded. He pulled her to him by her belt buckle. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” he grumbled. River unbuckled her belt as her shorts fell to the floor, Damian licked his lips at the damp spot on her panties. She pulled her top off and let it fall to the floor next to her shorts. His large hands caressed her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. A sharp moan escaped her lips as he manipulated them between his fingers. She unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his hips. He kicked his boots off and backed River towards the bed. “I honestly don’t think I’ll need 15 minutes to turn River into an ocean.” Damian growled, finally pushing his jeans down his long legs. His hard dick swung between his legs as he walked towards the bed.
“I’m probably the only girl you’ve been with that’s not afraid of the dick bad wolf.” River growled as she settled into the bed. “You mean the big, bad wolf?” He laughed.”That’s what I said!” She laughed, as he climbed onto the bed between her legs. He ran his hands up her thighs. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen in a very long time. Mmmm, I sure am hungry.” He sighed. River moaned as his fingertips worked their way up her inner thighs, stopping at her inviting opening. “Just a taste.” He convinced himself. He grabbed her hips and lifted them up to his hungry mouth. His tongue lapped hungrily at her swollen clit. “Mmm shit Damian!” She moaned loudly. They had a house full of people and thin walls but he didn’t even try to quiet her. He wanted them to hear her. Her moans rumbled around the bedroom before spilling out into the hallway. As Damian’s thick tongue assaulted her sensitive bundle of nerves, he pushed his middle and ring finger into her warmth. A desperate whimper escaped her lips. “You like that shit?” He laughed as she slowly came undone. She growled into a moan that rattled the walls, she was definitely heard in the living room.
“HURRY UP AND FINISH HER DAMIAN, CHRIST!” Rhea yelled, she was annoyed. How were any of them going to compete with that? There was something melodically enchanting about her moans, it called out to their wolves somehow. Dom playfully kissed Ana’s neck as she sat in his lap. “Want to give them some competition? I taught him everything he knows!” Dom laughed. Ana jumped up and said “Goodnight everyone!” As Dom threw her over his shoulder and darted off to his bedroom on the other side of the house. Rhea turned the surround sound up. Her and Nikki hadn’t noticed that Finn and Tasha had snuck off too.
Damian curled his thick fingers right into River’s g-spot. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Look what I found!” He laughed darkly. “Damian don’t.” She whimpered beneath him. “Now those sweet lips of yours are telling me to stop but this dripping wet pussy is begging me to continue. Which one is it?” Damian laughed as her thighs parted even further. “I thought you’d see things my way. Play with your nipples for me, gorgeous.” his voice was commanding and excited. River’s hands tweaked her hardened buds as her climax engulfed both her and her wolf. She shook as she spasmed around his fingers, her primal sounds vibrating the house at a lull in the action of the movie. Rhea’s ears perked up, Nikki mumbled “Holy shit she’s having the best time in there!” “That’s nothing! I got something special planned for you Nikki.” Rhea growled as she pulled Nikki into a steamy kiss.
“That was beautiful babe. Hope you have another one in you.” Damian growled tapping his dick against her thigh, his precum oozing from the slit. “I need you!” River whimpered as she struggled to catch her breath. He rested the tip against her still fluttering entrance, spreading her essence around. She grinded against him until he pushed into her. He groaned as he bottomed out. He pushed his sticky fingers into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her tongue tasting herself. Her body made the loudest squishing sounds as he fucked her slowly. “You feel so good inside, too fuckin good!” Damian groaned, covering her lips with his. Her tongue danced around his as he raced towards his explosive ending. “Bend over.” He commanded softly, pulling from her warmth. “I want to ride you.” River moaned back. “ON. YOUR. KNEES.” He snarled. River rolled her eyes but got on her knees, playfully shaking her ass at him. He grabbed her hips roughly, wasting no time pushing back into her. He smacked her ass. “Don’t you ever defy me again!” He growled against her ear. The ferocity in his voice sent shivers down her spine. “Yes Papi.” She moaned breathlessly, he was stabbing right into her spot, he knew it. “Ohhh shit. I’m cumming!” River moaned, trying to push away from him. “Stay right here and take this dick!” He growled, his own climax suffocating him. She tried to bury her face in the mattress to muffle her screams. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up, he wanted everyone to hear her. “TAKE👏🏾EVERY👏🏾FUCKIN👏🏾INCH👏🏾” his thighs smacking loudly against hers with each thrust as her climax destroyed her.
“That was so much more fun than with a human.” He laughed, kissing the tattoo on her hip before pulling from her still spasming body. “I won’t be able to ride the Bull for at least a week!” River grumbled as he wrapped his arms around her. “Good, save it for the next time I pass through town. I don’t know about you but I’m starving. I think we still have a pizza out there. You go warm that up and I’ll change the bed?” Damian said, kissing River’s forehead. “Just so you know, I’m saving you in my phone as ‘The Dick Bad Wolf’ that shit was evil! I stand all day at work…now I need a wheelchair.” She laughed, he howled playfully as she hit him with a pillow. She pulled his shirt on before creeping down the hall to the kitchen. The house was pretty quiet, everyone had retreated to their rooms. “I hope the girls are having fun.” River grumbled as she put the whole pizza into the oven. She heard someone moving behind her as she explored the fridge. She assumed it was Damian. “You want a beer? There’s Coke in here too.” She spoke. “I was thinking of having some River water.” A heavily accented voice spoke. A smile formed on River’s full lips as she turned around to see Rhea in all her naked, tattooed glory.
“I don’t think I can cum anymore tonight.” River grumbled, not realizing that she had growled. “We’ve got a few minutes before that pizza’s warm. Let’s find out shall we?” Rhea laughed pushing River against the counter. At the back of River’s mind was their encounter by the lake, but River pulled Rhea’s lips to hers anyway. River felt her body reacting to Rhea’s hands underneath her shirt. Of course she knew all the right places to touch her, she hadn’t even bothered to venture below her navel yet. Rhea bit River’s lip as she pushed her onto the edge of the island in the kitchen. “We can’t do this here.” River laughed, feeling Rhea’s black nails gripping her thighs. “Don’t worry love, I’ll be quick….ish.” She laughed darkly, rubbing between River’s swollen folds. “No, take your time.” River moaned softly, turning the oven down to 250. Rhea’s tongue wrestled River’s into submission as her fingers explored her wet heat. River moaned into the kiss as Rhea’s fingers found her clit. Rhea vanished between River’s thighs, planting kisses along her soft skin.
“Oh my god!” River moaned as Rhea placed River’s left thigh on her strong shoulder. “Relax darling. Let Mami taste your sweet pussy. Priest can’t have all the fun with you.” She growled, lapping up the wetness already dripping from River. Rhea flicked her tongue ring quickly across River’s swollen clit. River whimpered softly, this little metal ball was going to make her cum quick. The licks were replaced by 2 fingers sliding into her. “Ahh Mami fuck!” River moaned. “What’s my name baby?” Rhea laughed, pulling her clit between her lips. She sucked hungrily awaiting her answer. “Rhea Fuckin Ripley!” River whimpered loudly, grinding her heated mound against Rhea’s tongue. Rhea’s fingers pumped in and out of River as her orgasm exploded from her depths. Her moans rolled around the room as Rhea devoured her nectar. River’s thighs shook as Rhea quickly pulled another orgasm from her by pressing her fingertips against her g-spot. “Oooooh.” River moaned before her moans turned to strangled gasps. Rhea lowered River’s legs back to the floor, letting her fingers linger in the wetness before pulling them out and sucking them clean. “You’re delicious darling.” Rhea laughed. River leaned against the counter, regaining her balance before opening the oven. “Run along. Papi’s waiting for you.” Rhea laughed as she handed River 2 beers to go along with the pizza.
Now River really needed a wheelchair as she gingerly walked back to Damian’s room. He growled at the sight of her creamy essence dripping down her thighs. “Have fun?” He laughed, already knowing what happened. “No. It hurts to sit and I’m starving. I’m gonna go home. You wolves are a hazard to my health.” She laughed, laying on her stomach. “Aww River, did we hurt you?” Damian cooed, massaging her plump booty cheeks. She sighed at the feel of his fingertips softly grazing her swollen pussy lips from behind. “I thought you were hungry.” She laughed, his strong hands did feel good against her skin. “Suddenly I want something other than pizza.” He growled, planting kisses where his hands massaged. “Is this cuz she had me too?” River sighed, her thoughts fragmented from how many times she had cum harder than she ever had in her life. “Not at all. I just want to make sure that Papi takes good care of his Mami. Tomorrow’s my last day here and I want to make sure that I leave you so fucked out that you’ll feen for me until I come back.” His voice gruff but gentle. “And when will that be?” River sighed as his kisses turned to licks and bites all over her butt. All the extra attention made her pussy flutter with excited anticipation for him once more.
“I don’t know for sure. I’m pretty sure the pack wouldn’t mind coming back through Seattle again. We had fun at Duke’s. Or I’ll come alone. Or I’ll send for you. We’ll figure something out. But this will happen again.” He spoke, returning to his assault on her flesh. Each lick brought him closer to her honeypot that called out to him. “And when they find out that I’m the wolf by the lake that kicked their asses? What then?” River sighed. Damian knew the issue had to be addressed but not right now. He raised her hips to his mouth, his tongue running from her exhausted clit to her glistening entrance in one swipe. “Mmmm Damian!” River moaned. His new favorite sound along with that melodic ass howl that turned him into a demon for her. “You let me worry about that. You almost drowned Rhea twice!” He laughed between licks. “Is this like you and Rhea sharing a beer?” River laughed. “Stop talking.” he grumbled, biting her thigh. His licks resumed. “Can they hear when we talk to each other?” she wondered aloud. Damian grumbled about her having questions. “Shut me up then!” River snarled. He adjusted so that she was now on top of him. “Well? It’s not gonna suck itself!” he laughed before teasing her folds with his lips.
“Mmm, it’s a mouthful.” River laughed, wrapping her lips around Damian’s mushroom shaped tip. “Goddamn River.” He moaned. She slid him further into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. River pulsated her tongue along his sensitive shaft as her hands worked him in and out of her mouth. She made him feel so good that he couldn’t concentrate on devouring her. His fingertips played in her wetness as her mouth jumbled his inner thoughts. She moaned around him as she felt a knot building in her stomach. “Sucking me makes you so wet!” Damian growled, smacking her swollen lips. “It’s not gonna eat itself.” She laughed, planting kisses on his sensitive tip. “Keep on and I’ll have you howling.” He spoke, smacking her pussy again. She playfully shook her ass in his face as she started to pull his orgasm from him. “Ohhh fuck.” He moaned as he came down her throat. He pulled her hips to his mouth , hungrily lapping at her throbbing heat. Her moans filled the room as her orgasm bit into her. Damian wrapped his lips around River’s clit, pulling the howling orgasm he craved out of her. Her eyes glowed golden as her melodic howl vibrated from her chest.
“What the fuck was that?!” Rhea grumbled as she was pulled from her sleep by the haunting melody.
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Sweater weather (erenxreader one shot)
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Summary: one shot; college party au, Mikasa your long term friend invites you over for her 20th birthday, you met again some of her college classmates and someone new, at the start you feel like you don’t belong because you’re the youngest but it takes you no time to open up to new friendships.
cw: explicit and mature content MDI, small use of alcohol(all is consensual), dirty talk and backshots, practically a quickie lol.
Notes: hope you like this one! It took me some time to finish because I am actually sick at the moment (sad) I got covid because of my best friend lol.
At the end I’m quite satisfied with it even if I have to work on the explicit scenes a bit more, it feels like you’re writing the same thing over and over!
Constructive criticisms are accepted as usual, likes, reblogs and comments are always deeply appreciated!💕
See you next time xoxo
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I’m not gonna lie about this but I did felt pretty nervous about this party.
I know it’s just a birthday party but all the people I knew apart from the birthday girl bailed on me so I’m all alone and attaching myself for the whole night to Mikasa doesn’t seem like the best thing.
I just arrived and she told me to enter from the backdoor.
The party is not that big and pretty casual, she invited all of her college friends and I’m the youngest among all of them.
Maybe that’s even another reason why I feel so nervous about this.
I met a couple of times some of her friends and they seemed quite cool, most of all a girl named Annie, she seemed really chill and we hit it off pretty quickly, we had the same interests and passions so making conversation with her didn’t seem that difficult, the problem were the others.
Mikasa told me that there would be even more people from her course that I still didn’t meet but I didn’t expect anything special from it.
When I arrived all of them were seated on a couple of chairs outside on the patio and Mikasa’s dog greeted me, “hi romeo!” I say out loud when he comes towards me, my eyes go again on the people seated outside and I recognize a few faces so I do a small wave smiling, Mikasa arrives and gives me a hug “so glad you came” I missed her, we used to spend all of our summers together since we were little, she quite literally saw me growing up and seeing her this grown makes me a bit emotional.
“happy birthday girly” I give her the present I picked out while we walk towards the patio, “you shouldn’t have you know it” she smiles.
“so” she places a hand on my back slowly pushing me forward “this is y/n, the girl that wants to take our same course at college�� I awkwardly smile and wave to the few faces I recognize but my attention is caught by a guy sitting on a small bench, I’ve never seen him in fact Mikasa introduces me to him, I go to shake his hand “hi I’m Eren” the guy talks and looks at me in the eyes, a faint smile on his lips.
“I’m y/n” I smile politely and go take my seat near Annie, trying to catch up with the conversation that was occurring before me and Mikasa arrived.
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The party went on smoothly, more people arrived but the more we talked the more I felt at ease.
Maybe a bit of help was given even from the beer I was sipping.
During the night most of our seat swapped because of a small little game we started, whoever got up ended up getting their seat stolen by one of us and so on.
At the end Armin got up to take something to drink and a spot near Eren was free, he looked at me and said “come on here take his seat” he wanted to take revenge on his friend that stole his seat before so I playfully sat near him giggling, when Armin arrived he started acting hurt from my action “I thought we were friends!” he said while hiding a very obvious smile.
So suddenly I was sitting next to Eren on the bench, with the minutes passing we got more and more comfortable, our legs touching and his arm resting behind me.
I could feel I was starting to blush but thanks to the low lights it was nearly impossible to tell, “are you hot?” he looked at me and slowly removed his arm from behind me, like he suddenly was aware of what position he was in just a few second before, my cheeks go even pinker “no no I just get flushed when I drink” I clear my throat before getting up “excuse me” I said faintly before going inside the house.
Inside the music was loud compared to outside, some trashy commercial pop was playing, I don’t know who the dj is but please take his phone away.
I see Mikasa struggling to bring in the pizza she ordered so I go and help her.
“thank you” she sighs as soon as the pizza is on the table ready to be eaten.
“no problem” I give her a small peck on the shoulder, she is taller than me by a lot so it’s the only place I can kiss her comfortably without getting on my tiptoes.
“you getting along fine?” she says while placing a hand on my shoulder, she has always looked over me like a big sister “you like everyone?” her eyes are kind and the way her hair falls on her shoulders make her face look even softer than usual “yes, everyone is pretty cool” I reply while looking at her in the eyes, the music seemed to fade and the first people started to arrive to get a few slices of pizza.
“I’m gonna go out again if you don’t need help with anything” I gesture towards the glass door with a small slice of pizza on my other hand.
She smiles “go go I’m gonna come outside later” and she was already talking with other people.
She has always been the social one, the talkative one, so I know that parties were her thing, she felt good about having lots of people to talk to.
When I arrived outside I expected my seat to be taken but strangely it was not, everyone was busy chatting louder than before apart from him, I could feel his eyes on me while I looked for another place to sit in.
When I locked eyes with him he slightly nudged his head towards the seat next to him, it was the only one available so I accepted.
When I sat down I realized what was happening, all of the group was talking about a drinking game one of them knew and who would be down for it.
“so how many of us are playing” a guy at the other side of the table said.
Most of the people held their hands up, even me and Eren.
I don’t always go full out on drinking, most of the time after parties I am driving back so I’m pretty responsible about it but tonight I’m sleeping at Mikasa’s place so I could allow myself a few drinks.
The game was pretty easy and it started out slowly, you could tell the only aim it had was getting people wasted, and it did, but not me.
It wasn’t even that late but most of the group of people was gone, no one threw up but some of them I’m sure were quite close to it.
The party had died down in the meantime and most of people started going away around 1a.m.
Even Annie had to go away and I felt like I had lost the only anchor I had to the whole group, so I just quieted down and Eren noticed.
“quiet all of a sudden are we?” his face turned towards me and when I turned around he felt closer than before, I felt dizzy because of the alcohol mix but stable to sustain a conversation even if talking while looking at him felt impossible “yeah not a lot to say” I mumble under my breath while looking at my hands, I feel his hand on my chin grabbing it to get my attention “look at me when we talk or else I can’t hear well” his finger slightly tipping my head up before going back to his lap.
I felt my cheeks grow pink before turning around and seeing that some of the others were gaining some consciousness back, I sat up straight because I suddenly felt aware of my surroundings.
His arm was still around me and our legs were still touching but we were both talking to other people unaware of the closeness, with the slightly colder breeze picking up that late at night being partially hugged felt good.
Around three a.m. even more people started to go away and only the people that were sleeping here stayed to help out cleaning.
Even if it started to be a bit colder than before we still stayed out because it felt nice being able to chat in the dark about anything.
During the conversation I found myself getting colder so getting closer to Eren felt like the best decision, my legs up to my chest, my back was partially on Eren’s chest and his arm was still around me, a bit closer than before.
“I should grab a sweater it’s starting to get a bit colder” he said suddenly, his hands on my arms were firm, me gently moved me to stand up, he looked at me and, without anyone notice, he nudged his head towards the house, a small smirk on his face.
I could tell where this was going.
“oh yeah me too it’s too cold really” I tried to play it off in a nonchalant way, not that anyone cared that much only a few people were actually present enough to tell you two had gone inside.
I swiftly made my way inside following him.
He turned around to see if I took the hint and waited for me.
I take the lead and go towards one of the rooms, his finger intertwined with mine “where are we going?” he said “to grab a sweater” a small smile on my lips.
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Inside the room was dark, I could only find the switch of a small lamp.
You both sit on the bed unsure on what’s about to come.
I awkwardly try to break the tension off.
“so...” my eyes wander.
“I wanted to do this for the whole night” his hand cup my cheek and then his lips are on mine “sorry” he says between the kisses, one deeper than the other.
Slowly I feel his hand crawling up my thigh, his fingers playing with the hem of my skirt, I can feel the eagerness in his kisses, his hand moved from my cheek to the back of my neck lightly pushing me deep into the kiss.
“fuck yes” he mumbles under his breath while catching some air.
I slowly try to remove his shirt and quickly he removes it, impatient to return to my lips.
We were both growing more and more impatient, and we both knew what the other one wanted.
The time wasn’t much we had to move quick.
“get rid of your shirt” his breaths were short and fast, both of his hands resting on my tights, his lips were plump and reddish, his eyes had a new flicker to them, I could tell that he wanted this so bad.
Toying with him must be fun.
“why” I replied while looking at him in the eyes while slowly leaning on my hand propped on the soft bed, his expression was priceless “you need to see the bra to undo it?” my eyes still fixated on his face, he closed his eyes and rested his face on his hand before looking at me again.
Suddenly something changed.
He changed.
He could tell the game you were playing “stop fucking playing around” he quickly moved his hand under my shirt and on my back, the hooks of my bra undone in the matter of seconds “we don’t have time” he was still holding my gaze, I felt weaker in the knees even if I was seated.
“can you please remove it or do I have to do it” his hands were resting at the base of my shirt ready to shove it away, a coy smile on my lips while I removed it.
As soon as my tits were out his hands were on my chest, playing around with them, teasing my nipples.
A small moan comes out of me, one of his hands flew to my mouth “no noises allowed” his words made all of this even more prohibited than already was making me squirm even more on the bed.
“bend over the bed” I felt like a doll in his hands, big compared to my waist, he moved me around like I weighted nothing unable to keep his hands to himself.
I obeyed to his request, when I bended down he got up and placed himself behind me, a hand on my back forcing me to arch it even more, my ass in the air covered only by the thin fabric of my skirt.
“you wore this slutty skirt” he said under his breath while caressing the curve of my ass under it, “I wanted to feel you so bad, for the whole fucking night” a light unexpected spank makes me gasp, my hands holding tightly the sheets.
“I wanna fuck you so bad that you have to scream inside the mattress to not let anyone hear you” you feel him flicking you skirt up and placing his hand on your already sensitive cunt “all right doll?” a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
My cunt was already dripping wet, my panties nearly soaked.
He shoves them aside, my core now exposed to the cold air of the room makes me shudder.
“oh sorry forgot you were really cold outside” his hand making small circles on my clit while he talks, the slowness of his movements makes it all so unbearable, I move my hips closer to his hands but it does nothing “all cuddled up onto me right?” he was making fun of me? Right now?
“oh just shut up” I reply while turning around to look at him over my shoulder, his long hair was now in a messy half up bun, a few strands came loose and framed his face perfectly.
Two of his fingers shove up inside me making me unexpectedly gasp out loud “you shut up” he was half laughing and I was unable to reply because his fingers were fucking me deeply, roughly, he was hooking them inside of me making me discover places I never knew existed.
I squeezed around him, his thumb still playing with my clit making me close to my first orgasm with each stroke.
He abruptly stops.
“won’t make you cum from this” I suddenly felt empty but that sensation lasted only a few seconds before feeling filled up once again.
He was quickly inside of me, his length went inside in quick strokes, I could hear the faint sound of us smacking one against the other even if he was being cautious to not make any loud noise.
My back arching on its own now, his hands on my ass pushing me violently on his cock rhythmically.
I can feel him getting closer, he was now taking his time, each push was longer but more decisive, small whimpers coming out of his mouth.
“fuck you feel good” his head was near my back, he was whispering those words against my skin, his hand again on my clit “lets finish together doll” his finger was drawing small circles on my clit faster and faster, he was building the tension up.
“fuck cum for me doll” his lips still on my back, I started clenching around him, this made him whimper even more, my vision was starting to blur because of the overstimulation.
He bites my shoulder while he grunts, he definitely can’t cum in silence and neither can I, whimpers come out of my mouth while he still fucks me into the mattress making sure I finish, the circles on my clit are fast and his cock is still inside of me.
I clench around him again unable to contain unholy noises “let them out doll” his free hand on my back, petting me as I come on his cock.
He slowly pulls out of me still petting my back while I flop on the bed not able to still stay on my legs.
He lands a small peck on my head “you should head back first before it gets even more obvious than this”.
He hands me over my shirt and my bra, after getting dress I stand up and I feel a light tap on my ass.
“ehy” I turn around and he is already laughing propped on his elbows onto the bed, I go near him and place a small kiss on his cheek before going towards the door.
“don’t forget your sweater” he says before letting me out of the door.
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syneilesis · 11 months
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Unfinished Synfic #1
You Only Live Twice
Haikyuu!! | Miya Atsumu x F!Reader, secret agent, crack, action rom-com
The room is strewn with unconscious men, and you turn to Atsumu and say, with utmost seriousness, “Then does that mean you’re the Bond girl?”
Atsumu tries his best not to pull his hair out and scream.
Notes: In which you are like James Bond and Atsumu is like the Bond Girl. I have, like, an outline of this from start to finish. All that's truly left is to write it. But I'm unable to, for some reason. I still look at my notes from time to time and think to myself, One day. But that day is still not today. In some scenes Atsumu calls reader-chan 'James Bond'; he has a lot of nicknames for reader-chan.
Unbeta'd, understandably. I love to bully pathetic!Atsumu /sorrynotsorry.
“What the fuck,” Atsumu says.
It's like one of those action movies that unfold in tense slow motion, captured in brilliant 4k resolution: as the elevator doors slide open, Atsumu witnesses outside two people locked in a struggle—one middle-aged man and the other a woman around his age. The man is grappling the woman, his arm pressing down her throat, but the woman does some insane moves that have them reversing their position. Then she grabs the man’s head and slams it down the floor. The man ceases moving after that.
It’s silent for a few seconds until the woman looks up to find that the elevator is open, and Atsumu is watching the entire thing with growing horror in his gut. The woman blinks, her hand still on the man’s head.
“What. The. Fuck.”
“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, absurdly polite. “He’s not dead.”
It’s in that moment that Atsumu discovers how high-pitched his scream can get.
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“Are you all right?” you ask. Politely.
“Yer gonna kill me,” Atsumu says, slowly backing up the elevator wall.
His muscles ache and he desperately longs for a warm bath, and while Atsumu really does think that today is such an unlucky day, it’s not really the type of unlucky day where one encounters a well-dressed shady person trying to kill another well-dressed shady person. His accepted definition of an unlucky day involves stubbing his toe or something, getting late in his training and getting scolded for it.
Not this thing. Certainly not this.
You look at him funny. “What gave you that idea?”
Atsumu pointedly looks at the (dead?!) man and then at you, as if that is answer enough.
“I told you he’s not dead. Just knocked out.” You rise from your position, glancing around as if looking for something, and then nodding, coming to a decision. You step over the body (!!!!) and take another in Atsumu’s direction, giving him a pleasant smile.
All the nerves in Atsumu’s body flare up like it’s Defcon 1. It doesn’t help that he’s inside a claustrophobic box and he has nowhere to escape. Briefly he thinks of fighting back. He’s muscular, and experienced, if he counted all those times he and Osamu scuffled over the things ranging from the serious to the absurd—he can overpower this chick if he played his cards right. But his eyes flit upon the sprawled (dead???!!!!!) body again and then he’s having second thoughts.
As though reading his mind, you say, in the gentlest tone possible, “Don’t panic. Let’s just talk, okay?”
Oh, yes, he’s going to die, all right.
Unbidden, Atsumu blurts, “I’m gonna die. Shit.”
“No, you’re not.” Another step towards him. “I only want to talk.”
“Yer gonna do t’me what ya did t’that man.”
He watches you pause and take a deep breath, like you’re bracing for something. Like attacking him, probably. Atsumu tenses, squeezes his eyes shut, and there it is—a hand landing on his shoulder. But instead of a forcible impact he only feels a light touch.
“I only ask you not to tell this to anybody.”
He opens his eyes, and a polite, pleading stare meets him. Strange, he thinks. His head should be banging against the metal wall right now.
“Ya gonna silence me if I did? Ya not gonna kill me right now?”
An uncomfortable look flits through your expression.
A long time must have passed between you, because the elevator pings and the doors slide shut. But you shoot out a hand to stop them without even looking behind, lightning-quick, which reminds Atsumu all over again how good you are at fighting (and possibly killing). The doors slide open again, and you finally exit to lift the body and hoist it over your shoulder with a grunt.
He’s getting out of this unscathed, Atsumu realizes, as you start to display a lack of interest in offing him like those hitmen in films. Which makes him call out, “Who are you?”
You pause in adjusting the man’s weight from your grip, transfer your gaze to Atsumu, and blink.
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”
“Is that one of those things that you can’t tell or else you’ll have to kill me?”
You smile, troubled.
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izzabeean · 2 years
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Chapter 10 : Learn To Trust
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pairing : fushiguro toji x fem!reader
warnings/tags : 18+, alternate universe - office, eventual romance, explicit language.
genre : angst + fluff + smut
word count : 3,635
a/n : Wow hello - it's been so long! I've missed you all and am so so so so so sorry that it took this long to update Bad Behavior. I've been going through a big change right now and haven't had the chance to sit down and write. But a day hasn't gone by that I haven't wished to take the time to continue this. I truly believe that the heart grows fonder with time and it definitely did. I was really struggling with writing from Toji's perspective, but now I feel refreshed and ready to complete this series!
I really missed taking the time to write - I never realized the freedom I had to squeeze in hobbies until now. I can't quite promise you a schedule, but I hope I can begin to update these more frequently.
Thank you for holding on tight and hopefully I didn't turn any of you away from the story. I can't wait to hear your thoughts on Y/N and Toji's relationship - it's going to be a fun ride!
18+ minors dni!!!
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Uncalled for. Extremely out of line. He could even consider you a little bit bitchy, but you’re starting to wear him thin, making him doubt himself and his actions. Toji sits alone at the bar faced with an unclear conscience about what he should do for the rest of his evening. He orders another drink, hoping one more will help him figure it out – little does he know another problem occurs.
The sound of a barstool scratching the floor makes his head turn, eyes meeting a woman dressed in an office suit taking a seat next to him. Her hair is tied back into a high ponytail and the sight reminds him of you the other day dimly lit under the bar lights. You were so vulnerable and approachable, so much more endearing. He wasn’t riled up from your hostility or anger but instead swept up in this familiar comfort, an absolute twist of events.
“You gonna say hi or just sit there in silence?”
The woman speaks up, snapping Toji out of his thoughts. An aggressive, snarky comment that just seems absolutely juvenile in comparison to your bold, eloquent statements. Your words are like silk or butter, smooth to the sound as it melts and adsorbs into his skin, he can only imagine how electric your touch is if your words make him so weak.
“Weren’t you the one that chose to sit next to me?” Toji is short and uninterested in the conversation. It’s not with you so why should it matter if he’s polite.
“Thought I’d be sitting next to a gentleman,” she hums back.
Toji doesn’t reply, feeling her hungry eyes all over him. It’s on the aggressive side, unjustified behavior as if she’s looking at him like a piece of meat. Is this what you meant all this time? About women being  too easy  for him? About how there’s more than what meets the eye? He can feel his head pounding at the thought of you staring at him in judgment. It’s harder to believe that his interest in other women has declined, even harder to believe how much more thought-provoking his actions have become. He takes a sip from his drink trying to drown out his thinking with the smoky distilled spirit.
“Or are you just a quiet one?” She hisses. 
“After a long day, some peace and quiet is nice,” Toji says in hopes the woman will take the hint.
She doesn’t. Instead, she leans in closer, as if to take this as a challenge. With a lick of her lips she says, “You don’t seem like the type to just sit alone and drink.”
“Aren’t you just making assumptions?”
“Aren’t you going to buy me a drink?”
Toji turns to the woman, her gaze lingering with lust. Pausing for a moment he is met with a decision he has to make. Right in front of him, an opportunity arises in which a woman is making the first move, and in normal circumstances, the growing tightness in Toji’s pants would be enough for him to act on it. Yet, this guilt in his chest makes him revert his eye contact to throw back the rest of his drink.
It’s a moment he’s never thought he’d ever encounter in his life – walking away.
“Have a good night.” He mumbles before standing up. He throws some cash on the counter and without another word walks out of the bar. He didn’t dare to look back, as the woman's presence left a bad taste in his mouth. Another night and maybe he would have fucked her or maybe there was just something about her coming onto him so strongly that made the duty of pleasuring her unappetizing. Either way, he’s a man of standards and right now his mind seems to be fixated on only one thing –
“You’ve got to be kidding me."
Your voice echoes in his head as he walks down the street.
“After all those years of one-night stands, you finally get a say? I don’t think so.”
Toji thinks that’s what you would say. You weren’t someone to feel sorry for him especially when women are basically throwing themselves at him. It wasn’t his fault that he was incredibly attractive, but maybe it was his fault that he made himself so open to opportunities like that.
“Playing the victim when you were in control of your actions? Don’t make me laugh.”
You were right. For several years he’d been chasing women to get a simple tug so he can sleep better at night. Yes, he was in the wrong, but he couldn’t help that it filled a void inside of him. Even if it was only for temporary relief.
But somehow all this shit brought him to you. Ever since he met you, things just haven’t been the same. And at first. He couldn’t stand it. The constant thoughts. The bubbling tingles. The rapid heart palpitations. He could feel his entire body warming up at the thought of you with your angry eyes glaring at him. You were different. You were your truest self. And he liked that.
“Stop following me!”
Your voice rings in his ears and he thinks he is just hearing things until he turns his head to see what he thinks is you, storming off in the opposite direction. He believes it’s just his mind playing tricks on him, worried that the amount of alcohol he’s consumed has finally made him crazy. Immediately Toji blinks hard as if to pull himself out of his delusion.
“C’mon babe, lighten up a little,” a tall man follows from behind.
It makes Toji stop in his tracks as he watches from afar. He tries to get a better look at the situation and to his surprise, it is actually you, with a man he’s never seen before.
“This is harassment!” You shout unafraid to make a scene. You’re clearly uncomfortable and no one else seems to care as strangers continue to walk by as if to say men normally bother women like this. But it’s not normal.
“After buying you a drink?” The man snorts.
Toji winces at the comment. It’s weird to hear someone like you get a free drink from another, yet how could someone  not  buy you a drink – I mean look at you.
“I don’t owe you anything, you pervert!” You rage back, hands squeezed into fists.
Ahh, so pervert is just a name you throw around is it? Toji didn’t really like that much. Though he hated when you called him a pervert, he felt a nerve break. To be compared or even in the same category as scum like this man. Never.
“Who are you calling a pervert?” The man grabs your wrist and you let out a shriek in response.
Without a second thought, Toji intervenes. He places his body in between you and the man before grabbing his wrist that’s holding yours then looks at him straight in the eyes with a terrifying glare. “Are you deaf? She wants you to leave her alone.”
“Who the fuck are you?” The man flinches, clearly disturbed by Toji’s interruption. 
But Toji doesn’t really care.
“Let go of her or I’ll break your wrist.” Toji’s grip tightens. 
The man’s eyes shoot a wild look, almost to a point that they could pop out of his head from pain. Instantly he lets go of you, as does Toji.
“What’s your problem, man?” He rubs his wrist, seemingly tender to the touch. “You could’ve broken my wrist.”
“Get lost!” Toji threatens as the man scoffs before rushing away down the street. Toji can feel a sense of pride bubbling at the surface. Was it too much to handle his pride? Finally, he is the one saving you.
“What the fuck, I was handling it myself just fine!” You snap, bringing Toji to the reality that you definitely didn’t need saving, you could’ve handled it yourself. “He was just about to leave me alone!”
“Somehow I don’t think that was his intention,” Toji says with a huge smirk on his face, alluding to the fact the man definitely expected a hook-up.
“God, you’re such a piss-off,” you huff, walking down the street, the opposite way of the pervert.
Toji chuckles, “Just so you know princess, a thank you is more than enough.”
You stop in your tracks and turn towards him. He knows you always have to have the last word and by the look on your face, he can tell you’re about to just get consumed with rage.
“Princess? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Still manners are in order,” Toji chimes, in a much, much better mood than he was a moment ago. “Or is that too hard for a woman of your kind?”
Your brows furrow and Toji can see you hold back the anger about to burst. The tension builds between the two of you. Faces are inches away from one another. The disgust is all-consuming but because your full attention is on him, he cannot even complain. He loves it when you get so hot and bothered.
Without warning, Toji finally feels hot contact from your hand to his face. With a crisp sound in the air, you smack him on the cheek with fire in your eyes before walking away. Toji remains frozen in surprise. He tries to ignore the seething rage building in his chest, but his resentment explodes.
So much for saving your ass. And of course, your reaction is far from a thank you, and yet he feels excited, making him want to put you in your place more. The burn of the hit feels nice and crisp, fizzling on his cheek. He’s never had a woman smack him before. It’s absolutely thrilling while his cock twitches in his pants. He wonders what’s set you off so much. Is it because he helped you out in your time of need? Is it because you hated that it was him? Or would you have preferred if it was someone else? Someone like Gojo…
Toji sighs, trying not to focus on the fact that it’s making his heart beat almost painfully at the thought. And just as he thought you were almost out of sight, you stopped in your tracks. Slowly, you turn, looking back to Toji. Regret dresses upon your face – you almost look as if you’re about to cry.
You didn’t have much to say on the way to the convenience store, nor told him where to take you, you just wanted to get away from the neighborhood. Sitting beside each other at the booth looking out onto the street, the silence seems to grow even deadlier between the two of you. With a warm beverage in front, you clutch it as if your life depends on the heat expanding from the container. Eyes are ghastly, in a lifeless sort of way, almost the essence of pure sorrow. It’s hard for Toji to swallow, noting your only interactions have been playfully short. He’s never seen you this way before. Down. No zest. It’s apparent something happened.
“Is your wrist okay?” Toji asks, breaking the silence.
You nod your head, answering without turning your gaze towards him and Toji finds it absolutely deafening. It’s like his ears ringing, trying to make sense of your silence. Trying to listen for the slightest peep out of you. He can’t read your face, can’t even make eye contact with you – it’s weird, almost child-like in a way, an outstanding contrast to the behavior he knows you by.
You continue to look out the window watching pedestrians walk by as the street lights illuminate the dark city sidewalks. A hushed chuckle escapes your lips.
“Something funny?” Toji asks in confusion.
“I was just thinking,” you say, pausing for a moment before continuing. “About when I was a kid.”
“12 AM convenience store runs?”
“Not exactly.” 
Toji doesn’t say anything, intrigued by the direction the conversation is going. He could tell that you weren’t in the brightest mood for joking as your words seem to draw out heavier and heavier. 
“When I was younger,” you say, seemingly captured in a memory. “I used to live in the suburbs with my parents…”
An image of a large, suburban house with cleanly cut green grass paints Toji’s mind. A wealthy family, and a peaceful lifestyle with a proud, traditional father and a quiet, yet kind mother. That’s what Toji imagined  – he couldn’t picture it any other way.
“I’d spend most of my time in my room… Studying… Reading, you continue with a hint of anguish in your voice. “I wasn’t really allowed to go out much."
Toji imagines a younger version of yourself cooped up in a small bedroom sitting at your desk on a warm spring day. The window is open and the sound of birds chirping with the blissful welcome of evening rises into the sky.
"But I didn’t really mind… Since I always kept quiet and to myself."
Toji didn't believe you. You’re always so outgoing and though sometimes just insanely difficult, people gravitated toward you – he can’t see it any other way. 
Or perhaps that is why you’re an extrovert. When you were younger, you craved human interaction instead of being locked away in the shackles of your parent's hopes and dreams for you to become great. Sure, the portrayal in his head probably isn’t even remotely correct. Yet, your words seem to roll off that tongue in a more intriguing way, the kind of way that makes Toji just want to sit and listen – something he hasn’t felt before in a long time. 
 “Until I became friends with the new girl at school.” A tiny bit of light shines in your eyes. “Something about her made me really want to do more than go to school and then go home.”
Toji can see it as if he was there. You slowly started to come out of your shell as your kid self began to feel more and more comfortable as time passed. 
“I would get home later and later, each time getting a scolding from my parents–” 
You stop abruptly and straighten up in your chair before looking away. “I– I don’t know why I’m even telling you this.” 
Once again shutting down, the moment passed from Toji’s very eyes. You grow quiet taking a sip from your drink.
“I should get going,” you stand up from your chair, clearly in a rush. Clearly not want to be there anymore.
Toji couldn’t stand it. The way you just couldn’t bear his presence. And then why did you go with him to the convenience store? Why did you ask him to take you far away? What is your game? 
Frankly, he’s done playing.
“Ya gonna leave me on a cliffhanger or somethin’?” Toji smirks. And that’s when you look at him. 
Finally. 
He can look at you and maybe get a real reaction from you. He wonders if he’s poked a nerve and that’s caused you to finally snap back to a more familiar interaction. But instead, you stare in shock with wide eyes. So tired and reluctant. So distant, but so divine.
“Go on,” he says.
You pause clearly astonished, before slowly sitting back down in the chair. The silence seems much heavier than before, as you struggle to think up the words to say. Toji doesn’t push, just waits. And with a deep breath, you continue:
“I remember this one day, I got home so late. So late that the street lights started to turn on…”
Your narration painted a picture of you running down the street, eyes filled with tears as you tried to pick up the pace to get home. Your friends shouting echoes behind you as your vision blurs from the hysteria boiling in your blood. It was much too late. Later than you’ve ever been. And you try to run faster, but your feet have never felt so heavy, as if your body was trying to tell you don’t go back, you won’t like what’s waiting for you at home. Though you can only imagine what sort of discipline your dad will give you. Yet, there you are still running hoping that the faster you get home, the less explosive your father will get.
That is until you hear your name being called. From then on everything is in slow motion, but also just a blur. The rage in your dad’s face is unexplainable, but the fear it caused you still haunts you to this day as he storms over to you, strides quicker than you could ever run. You were frozen in place as you gazed up at the man you thought was to be a stranger.
“He grabbed me by my wrist, scolded me to the point I was sobbing.” Your face seemed to pale at the thought while sucking in air through your teeth to keep your voice from wavering. “Not just from his yelling but from the tight grip around my wrist.”
The words grip Toji’s throat, tightening it. For all he knows, every girl has a slight ting of daddy issues, that’s what made seducing them so easy. And yet you, seemingly frightened by what you’re about to say, something about your recollection makes him sympathize.
“He pulls me along, not even looking back, grip tightening as we go. My wrist felt like it was going to break, but with each step, I remember thinking what a terrible thing I’d done to make my dad react so badly. That I must have been in the wrong to get punished like this.”
“You don’t still believe that, do you?” Toji asks, watching you try to convince yourself you don’t. And when you don’t he just sighs. “See that scar on my lip?”
You glance up as Toji gently strokes it with his thumb.
“My ol’ man gave it to me when I talked back to him,” he clears his throat. “Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I’m reminded of the sad excuse he was as a father.”
Toji turns to you, green eyes piercing yours.
“Don’t let your father's traumatic upbringing ruin your future. You’re better than he'll ever be.
You’re rendered speechless as you gaze at Toji. He thinks he’s broken you. No snarky remarks. No eye roll. You just remain wide-eyed.
The bell of the convenience store rings. Toji looks up, distracted by an aura that’s hit the shop. It was the kind he sensed back at the office and he wasn’t wrong to assume who it was. Of course, low and behold, in strolls Gojo with always impeccable timing.
“Y/N-chan,” Gojo rushes, completely ignoring Toji. It’s one of the first times Toji has actually heard him speak and he never realized he could loathe something more than his annoying co-worker.
You turn to look at Gojo, “What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t hear from you so I–” Gojo’s eyes trail to Toji who is glaring at him. “Who’s this?”
How fucking bold of him to pretend. Of course, Gojo knows who Toji is? How could he not? From the first time, Toji saw him at the train station to the number of times Gojo has invited himself to the office. Gojo  had  to know who Toji was. Toji could sense Gojo trying to belittle him.
“Fushiguro, my co-worker,” you answer.
“Glad Y/N-chan can make some work friends,” Gojo smiles, but Toji can see that it’s forced.
Toji snorts, “I wouldn’t go as far to call us  friends .”
“Hm? Are you trying to pursue her then?” Gojo snorts.
You nearly choke on your drink as you remove it from your lips.
“Ok, that’s enough,” you interrupt. “Can you wait outside? I’ll be out in a moment.”
Gojo’s happy-go-lucky attitude draws back a bit as he gazes upon Toji’s deadpan. He can feel an intense fury start in his belly – he wanted to snap Gojo’s neck. But the tension depletes as Gojo turns around to walk out.
“Sorry,” you mumble. 
Toji pauses wondering if he heard you right. “For what?”
“For hitting you.”
Your apology is out of nowhere. It’s out of pocket yet strangely rewarding. He wanted to cherish this moment, but couldn’t resist the bubbling feeling you’d created in his chest.
“You didn’t even hit that hard,” he says, chuckling in an attempt to lighten the mood. But you don’t even react. 
“You were trying to help,” you say. “I was–”
You pause for a beat, trying to hold back the emotion from slipping out. You were obviously upset and Toji hasn’t had to deal with this kind of shit in a while. He didn’t want to touch you in case you were to reject him again, but a voice inside him was screaming to do something. He reaches out his hand to place it on yours, but you move it, bringing it up to your face to wipe a tear falling down.
“I was caught off guard by your help,” you continued with a sniffle. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to see me this way.”
Toji places his hand on your head and ruffles your hair. “There’s nothing wrong with showing emotion.”
You gaze at him with wide, shimmering eyes, gazing fondly at him. He can feel his nerves start to pitter-patter as his mind races. At this moment, time seems to have slowed down. Like he could stay like this forever. 
You revert back to your normal stare as if you weren’t even upset. You snorted, “It’s hard being a good-looking woman in the city.”
“And you think I don’t understand that?”
You pause in surprise at his comment. Then let out an infectious laugh. 
“I guess you do.”
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Asch gardenia fennel daisy red chrysanthemums
Asch Albright:
🌻daisy: what is their love language, both giving and receiving?
When you come from a rich family you become very good at spending money, and Asch’s fortune was nothing to sneeze at. He’s surprisingly intuitive when it comes to gift as well, getting you plenty of cute little knick-knacks that he knew you’d like or appreciate, wanting you to decorate your room; it also served as a reminder of him, since he bought them for you, but that’s neither here nor there. He never felt like you were with him just because of his money so it made it even easier to spend money on you, and he gets annoyed if you’re the type to hesitate to ask him for something when he’s clearly willing to give.
You know that Asch is a words of affirmation type of man, loving to hear in your voice how cool and strong and sexy you think he is. That’s truly base level things that he likely heard from his fans on a daily basis but it’s different when it’s you, whose opinion he truly cares about whether he can admit to it or not. When your words get truly intimate, telling him what he means to you, the way you feel safe when you’re in his arms, that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your lives together, he gets awkward but you can still see him puff his chest out in his normal prideful manner, your words clearly received.
🌻fennel: what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed the most?
Kisses with Asch are always very demanding, aggression with a hint of neediness that keeps you hooked and wanting more. It felt good to be wanted, needed, in the intense way that Asch’s actions showed he needed you, and it made you respond in kind. Make-out sessions can become intense if Asch doesn’t take the upper hand by pinning you first, limbs tangled together as neither one of you wanted to be the first to part.
If you were gonna dodge his lips you better make it a part of him that matters because otherwise, he felt unsatisfied, always pulling you in for more if you give him a kiss on the cheek instead. You think it’s funny that he cares so much about you hitting him square on the lips with your affection but Asch had grown up around fake romance and fake love; he’d seen it portrayed by the adults using polite cheek kisses or even ones on the hand as a way to avoid the real intimacy of lips touching. He doesn’t dislike those kinds of kisses but there’s a part of him that refused to let your relationship deteriorate to no proper kissing.
🌻gardenia: would they be good at keeping a relationship secret, if needed?
Not a chance. If you were dating there’s no way he’d want to keep his mouth shut, unless he was trying to keep you away from his family’s prying eyes. But he’s really not the type to be into a ‘secret relationship’ type thing and would prefer one out in the open, where he could brag a little about the fact he got to date you.
🌻red chrysanthemums: how long does it take for them to say ‘i love you’?
Asch has pined after you for a long time. When you first met he was an egotistical rookie, and his personality didn’t get much better. You could see some redeemable qualities in him but there was a lot he had to prove if he wanted to date you, and you put him through the ringer for years until you see a change in his ways. You don’t expect a total 180 from him but you do think there are things he needs to be more considerate of and you don’t want to have to ‘raise’ him just because you’re dating. But it also meant you knew each other, closer than most people who remained just friends were, so it’s not surprise that the first ‘I love you’ comes only a few months after it’s made official. You’re surprised he made it that long considering you could very much tell long before you were dating.  
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yjwhatif · 2 years
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YJ NOTES FOR EPISODE 15… (spoilers)
The timeline intertwines with Zatanna’s arc — nice touch.
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It’s interesting that the Legion refer to everyone by their hero identity even when they’re not in costume- differing from Bart who outed Tim and Dicks real identities when he arrived in the present.
Does Ghosty react to the rock or is it Conner pulling her closer? Either way, what’s going on with her? Why does she remain unconscious? Is the phantom zone another type of ghost dimension and when she tried to save Conner she accidentally phased them both out of reality? We know phasing more than one person wasn’t easy for her back on M’arzz - so maybe the stress of phasing Conner plus the explosion and the environment is what knocked her so out of sync she can’t pull out of it?
I love how protective Conner is of Ghosty
What if the events of the prophecy aren’t quite what they seem - they probably are but this has been in my head and I wanna say it… what if the three that rise is because someone gets injured or killed turning the water red with blood - someone did point out that all the grouping keep turning into fours instead of threes. Also I’m convinced something very bad is gonna happen to someone close to Kaldur to cause him to reach breaking point - and that’s all I can think about.
I’ve heard this suggest a few times but I don’t like the idea that Kaldur’s the one true king - it could happen - but I don’t like it. Kaldur’s got enough to deal with. Boy needs rest - not royal duties. Though it could be a miss direct - if Vandal’s behind Arion and clone!Orm showing up - maybe he wants payback on Kaldur for causing him so much trouble in s2 ??
Wyynde and Delphis have a really sweet bond with each other and I can’t get enough of it
Kaldur listen to your mother!!
“My friend Clark said you wanted to see me” Superman is adorable and stubborn to the very end. Also he has such dad vibes in this interaction
What happened outside the UN a year ago?!
Bioship always there to help when needed - who needs retirement when you’re wanted by superhero time travellers from the future who need a lift back to earth from M’arzz. Also this explains why we haven’t seen them since the supermartian arc - they’ve literally been stranded on M’arzz then travelling at bioship speed… and I realise now that the credits of them watching space trek was them still in the present and not back in the future— that does make more sense not I think about…
I’ve done a post on this already (here) but Kaldur does not look happy to see Zatanna & company coming and immediately leaving as Atlantis is in chaos - that’s definitely coming back to haunt Zatanna. I love all the little references back to Zatanna’s arc - also is the connecting of their arcs a hint that Kaldur and Zatanna will be sharing a connection through the rest of the season - is this the birth of a rift between the two.
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“Mother of Goat!” I love how this show uses languages - the writing is honestly unlike anything I’ve ever seen
La’gaan’s character development since S2 is so great. I was never a hater of his - his annoying behaviour was well written and you could see it all rooted in his insecurities - I’ve always been intrigued to see him again - to see how he might have grown - and boy has he grown since S2. He’s so much more mature and cool headed - but there’s still that fight in him to help those he cares about when they’re in trouble.
I think Orin’s feeling a bit useless at the moment and maybe a little jealous. He’s a hero at heart - not a king. He clearly misses living the action life over his current political one.
SWIM BLUBBER! SWIM!!
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I really liked the shot of Wyynde and Delphis physically having to hold La’gaan back to stop him trying to help Blubber ~ there’s an objectivity post in there somewhere… we’ll see what happens
Orin saving Blubber!! 🧡 He’s truly a hero at heart - will this season end with Orin retaking the Aquaman mantle in some form?
What if the great inspiration the legion speak of was actually a tragic sacrifice - Chameleon boy and Saturn girls faces seem more guilty/saddened than inspired/enthusiastic when telling superman about the event — maybe this is why they ask him and don’t mention anything of Jonny who may have taken up the superboy identity by then?
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Parallels with Bloodlines - questioning if the timeline changed or if they’ll ever know if they succeed or not
Villains helping to fix the chaos ties in with Wizard helping in Zatanna’s arc - highlights that it wasn’t an isolated event and perhaps other villains will be revealed to have helped?
Tranquil Conner is the best and it calls back to ‘Schooled’ whilst showing his growth since s1
What if the phantom zone is some kind of microscopic dimension/realm - the rocks look like shards of something??
Is Arion protecting Kaldur?
Orms reaction to being arrested again reminds me of Arsenal’s reaction to almost getting captured again in s2
Orin: Orm of Posidonis, you are under arrest.
Orm: No. no, not again. NEVER AGAIN!
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Arsenal: No. No, not again… I will not be taken again!
This moment reminds me of Conner asking about M’gann after the Reds attacked in s1
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Conner: Kaldur! How’s M’gann?
Kaldur: She breathes. I believe she will recover.
There’s a running theme of questioning - one answer leads to infinitely more questions — Violet questioning their faith & identity - Atlantis questioning their origins
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BART IS BACK 🎉 & I’M STILL BUZZING ABOUT IT!! I’ve already done two posts on him - (1) & (2) - I’m sure there will be more to come. I love him so much!! Look at his shocked little face - future boy didn’t see this coming did he. Also random thought but… what if Bart disappears/something happens to him and that’s why Jays getting involved in what looks like Rockets arc — maybe he’s out of retirement looking for his boy — he did say he didn’t want anymore holograms??
Vandal sounds tired with all these inconveniences - why must world domination be so difficult?!
What is Project Threnos? The only definition I could track down was for THRENODY - a song/poem of memorial to someone who’s died… what if vandals plan is to implant a clone of someone the heroes have lost - like Conner or Wally?? I only think that because of the credits scene with the legion watching space trek - in it Tork says they’ll take down that “zombie cyborg Ensign Valiant” and I’m sure the shows characters and plots are supposed to play off the yj characters and plots. (right?) so who does Valiant represent and are they coming back to cause trouble for the heroes? 🤷‍♀️
Another great episode - I love seeing more from the Legion and the promise of some interesting time shenanigans with our favourite time travelling speedster. Notes for the last episode should be posted soon…
See you there…
LB
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BAYDEN WARDEYN.
Of course they changed. He lost everything and everyone. He explained that to her. If he had friends before they were delusions or they were using him. His experience out in the program didn’t go well. The escape combined with too many reality checks equalled him realizing Rowan was the only real life friend he had outside of people that were paid to take care of him in the asylum. He begged her to be his friend and then she went full bitch fest loco on him for daring to touch her hair, for daring to ask questions as if he gave a shit about her. Yeah, things were different. What could this girl not calculate that times had changed? At least, he wanted them to.
“Pretty sure the dirty mind is on autopilot by now and doesn’t have an off button unless you hit the self destruct button. So turn it off you’ll have to kill me. Sorry about your luck.” He shrugged with a smug little smirk.
It’s just protocol. Yeah yeah.
“Trope? Now you’re going to talk about my life like it’s a story book trope. Okay? And you say I watch too many cartoons and fairy tales? Alrighty then.”
And next she was talking in riddles as he pulled the phone on the wall and his little book of local restaurants to order from as he looked for the Cuban place’s number.
Did she really think she was going to drop a hint like that when they were supposed to sit through a meal together and just let it go and not ask questions?
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
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“I’ve heard plenty of tales about a person in this neighborhood like that. But, you can’t drop something like that think I’m just gonna sit here all quiet like okay whatever, fingers turning in the cheeks like a fucking doofus. No. What the fuck you talking about, Celestis?”
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       CELESTIS seemed to ignore him verbally.  Killing him for having a DIRTY m i n d was a bit of an extreme course of action that she’d personally never take.  But just because she didn’t comment back she seemed to have an all high  irritated aura around her, as if it was easily known it made her testy.
       “TALKING about tropes && the Asylum Days of our Lives, you’ve always remind me of SNOW W h i t e.”  Having thought that for a while, but it was fun verbally expressing it, as much as she was getting back at him for the Less Hot Rogue commentary from earlier.  “However, I am curious now as to what your favorite fairy tale even is?”  Considering the fact she was working on knowing him more, she carried a more curious tone as she was more polite in asking him.
       Quieting down for the time being.  Silently walking over to wherever his desk was as Bayden used the phone in the wall to talk.  Noticing DR.W a r d e y n didn’t give him back his phone yet.  Taking to sitting on top of his desk as she waited patiently.
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       “You are never any FUN you know that B a y d e n?”  Preferring a loose sit-still-look-pretty from Bayden but when was that ever Bayden’s style anyway.  Celestis should have just kept her mouth shut from the start, but she also didn’t want to leave him with the echoing emptiness of his own dejection.
       “What it means,” she began with a very strong tone in her vocals that could be off putting to many, “is that not everything of yours was lost && thrown away in your absence Bayden.”  Continuing as she went on explaining, being as straight as an arrow to clear the air && confusion.
       “I couldn’t save everything.  Obviously.  We were going through a Ice Age phase so I didn’t really know how to tell you.  The only thing I could do at the time was do what I could.”  Ruining his house warming gift to him.  “Surprise.” Celestis said in the most lifeless way.  Now that Bayden knew it took the fun out of it.
       “I’ll have your stuff on you’re porch early morning, but also check you’re mailbox tomorrow or do I have to spoil that too?”  Celestis picked on him a bit near the end, after all, it seemed the main surprise was out in the open now.  Not that what would be in his mailbox compared to his personal belongings && sketchbooks in anyway.  
       “Told you.  That MEGA-b i t c h of a neighbor of yours is quite peculiar && even useful sometimes.”
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Trump Wanted To Send Murderers and Rapists to Cities Democrats Controlled
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Former Department of Homeland Security official Miles Taylor told “Rolling Stone” that former President Donald Trump wanted to "punish" his political opponents in cities that Democrats controlled, telling Homeland Security official Taylor “I want you to get the worst of the worst - criminals, actual murderers, and actual rapists - who cross the [southern] border, and round them up.”  Taylor said that Trump “did not want to expel them, which is what you’re supposed to do in those situations,” but instead “He specifically said that he wanted us to put them on buses - to, and I quote, ‘destabilize’ those sanctuary cities.”  Trump had specifically targeted Los Angeles, Portland, Chicago, and New York City.
Oh, I get it!  Trump told them “I want you to get the worst of the worst criminals, actual murderers, and actual rapists who cross the [southern] border.”  OK, but my question is, exactly how would you do that?  Ask them to fill out a form with a list of crimes and have them just check all the boxes that have crimes they’ve previously committed?  Sure, that sounds like it’ll work.
To be honest, I’m actually rather surprised Trump didn’t try to hire some of these “criminals, rapists, and murderers” for his own Trump Organization.  Hell, when you think about it, and given their history, they’d already be right in sync with the Trump Organization’s “corporate goals and policies.”  Hardly any training needed whatsoever, other than learning how to properly kiss Trump’s huge orange ass.
Meanwhile, Fox News host Tucker Carlson just spoke at the funeral of Sonny Barger, the longtime president of the Hells Angels.  It was all quite touching as Carlson portrayed the murderous, drug-dealing gang as just a bunch of fun-loving motorcycle enthusiasts.  
That said, I suspect these biker gangsters aren’t gonna be all that happy after they learn they just missed out on free trips to Martha’s Vineyard, because Carlson’s pal Ron DeSantis “affirmative actioned” all the seats off to a bunch of immigrant minorities!  What’s up with that?
Anyway, what hilarious jokesters these Republicans are - tricking desperate migrants onto “buses” and then just shipping them out somewhere without warning.  I guess “shoving them into boxcars” would’ve been a wee bit too obvious, even for Trump MAGA sycophants - so they went with buses.  
Of course, the truth is Republicans don’t really want to stop immigration.  They just want everyone to “hate immigrants,” so they can exploit them for their own political gain.  But other than that, they seem like very nice people.  
Now, I don’t know about any of you, but I actually aged in dog years during the Trump presidency.  In fact, I am now a 107-year-old man, and should Trump somehow manage to get reelected, I expect to set human aging records.  So, I’ll at least have that going for me.
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greenforestflowers · 3 years
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Ok so I recently read the Wolf hall books, and obviously the point was to present Cromwell as more sympathetic. SO can anyone explain to me why Hilary Mantel believed the best way to do that (when it came to Anne Boleyn’s adultery charges) was to have the reason he framed those specific men be because they made fun of Wolsey. That is the coldest, pettiest shit I’ve ever heard
You’d think (and to be clear, I’m not trying to excuse what he did) that the actual political reasons behind why he made those choices are at least more comprehensible than someone willingly murdering people for something so trivial? Like, it wasn’t unique to Cromwell, many people got rid of their enemies at court by taking advantage of situations or framing them. Again, I’m not saying this makes what he did right or acceptable in any way, but surely that is more explainable in context than:
‘yeah these guys dressed up and did a play which to me is worthy of a death sentence so now I’m going to have them killed, something I‘ve been plotting to do ever since it happened this is literally my only motive behind accusing them’
Like??? For gods sake Hilary that is so much worse
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saebyeoked · 2 years
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dating cho sangwoo headcanons
from anon : maybe general dating hcs for sangwoo? he's a piece of shit but he's so hot i- 💔💔
just have to say i agree he is so mf fine. a repost from my old blog i'm sorry if you're seeing this again lol
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i’m just gonna say this right off the bat, sangwoo definitely isn’t a bad boyfriend
the way he was in the games don’t really reflect onto his ability to be a good boyfriend to me— if he truly cares about you he’d do anything for you
he isn’t perfect but he cares about you and he tries his best to let you know
he’s not a huge fan of pda but will let you hold his hand if you want to, he’s much more flexible with physical touch in private
his love languages are quality time and acts of service
he isn’t the best with physical affection (he has no idea where to put his hands at any given moment) so instead he’ll spend most of his free time with you
if you’re sitting in silence or talking it doesn’t matter to him because he’s with you. he’ll listen to you talk if that’s what you want
he was almost a tsundere at the beginning of your relationship, stoic and a little harsh at times, but as your relationship got more serious he began opening up to you more and telling you verbally how he truly felt
as for acts of service, he would definitely buy gifts for you. it doesn’t matter if he’s in debt, any spare money he has, he’ll spend it on you. it’s usually something small but for special occasions like your birthday and anniversary, sangwoo will buy something grander for you
when talking about sleeping in the same bed as him it'll look something like this
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he isn’t good at physical contact in ANY sense but if you actually put in the effort to try and cuddle him, he’ll let you rest your head on his chest and he’ll rub comforting circles into your back to help you fall asleep
he knows he makes you feel safer whenever you’re in bed together so he gives in and lets you clutch onto him whenever you want
but if you don’t for some reason it’ll look like the picture above
he won’t ever admit it but he does like to cuddle with you. he’s not good at initiating it but he definitely will enjoy it when you do
sangwoo is definitely not a clingy person but if you are he wouldn’t really mind you being around him all the time. he’ll do his work with you in the same room if you want to be with him, he wouldn’t complain
your company is actually pretty calming to him and it soothes his brain, helping to put him at ease
if this were set in a world where the squid game happens and he won, he’d become a lot clinger. he would be almost afraid to let you go anywhere without him because he worried you’d be taken away from him too just like everyone else was
but luckily this is not in a world where the game happens, so all is happy here
sangwoo really does love you, he just finds expressing it with words and physical actions hard. but you know he loves you, so it doesn’t matter to you
eventually the two of you would move in together and he’d become more welcoming of your physical touches. occasionally— the two of you would bathe and shower together. nothing sexual in any way, but instead you’d just bask in the presence of each other. you’d wash each others hair and he’d finally let himself relax, holding onto you as if he were afraid to let go
you really love those tender moments you have with sangwoo, the ones where his usually tensed muscles relax and he lets himself go. the point where you realize he’s comfortable with you is one of your happiest moments
he will be so polite when it comes time to meet your parents. if you aren’t korean, he’ll familiarize himself with your culture before going to meet them. he’ll hold open doors and pull out chairs for them and will always be the gentlemen whenever he talks to him
he’d be afraid that your parents wouldn’t approve of him and you’d end up breaking up with him, even if they didn’t like him— which would never happen in any reality— their opinion wouldn’t change your love for him and hearing that reassured him
your parents would love him and so would your friends
he’s mostly likely taller than you, and just to tease, he’d put things on higher shelves for you to ask him for help. he loves seeing you pout and whine about not being able to do something for yourself so he does it pretty frequently
he will 100% love you more than anything in the world. if he introduces you to gihun (they’d run into each other somehow) expect him to tell you everything about sangwoo while they were growing up together. you and gihun would become fast friends and love to talk about him and embarrass him, even though it’s out of love
if the two of you ever fight expect him to feel guilty about it for the rest of eternity. the both of you most likely always resolve problems long before they ever turn into fights, but sometimes one or both of you have a tough day and take it out on each other
he’d always apologize and make sure you know that he loves you. sangwoo would let you do anything with him to prove that, even if it was dragging him into a public place and kissing him for the entire world to see
speaking of pda, as your relationship continues he’d become more comfortable with it. at first he’d only prefer hand holding but as time goes on he’ll find himself kissing your forehead and pecking your lips, and it actually shocks him
you turn him into a better person. you make him want to change his life and start working to pay off his debt and you always let him know you’ll help him, every step of the way
sometimes he feels a bit nervous that you’ll leave him because he’s in debt, but it’s the opposite of that. money never mattered to you. sangwoo loved hearing you say that you fell in love with him because of how he treats you but he still gets anxiety about it sometimes and you need to reassure him
he turns his life around because of you. he puts in more effort and starts speaking to his mom and his friends more because of you.
he finally feels like he can love because of you!!!
overall, sangwoo is actually a pretty good boyfriend. he’d care so much about you and put in a lot of effort to make sure you know that
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ch4nb4ng · 3 years
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Evil Roommate
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pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers
warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise
requested : yes!
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summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.
“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”
The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.
“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”
“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”
Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.
“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.
“What are you talking about?”
“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”
Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.
“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”
A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?
“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”
His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.
“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”
“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”
Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.
“Who the fuck said you could touch me?
“Did you just fucking slap me?”
“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”
“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”
You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”
“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”
Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.
“Can you get to the point please?”
“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”
A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.
“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”
Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.
You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.
Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.
“Y/n?”
Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.
“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”
You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.
“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”
The arm he had around her waist made you sick.
“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.
“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”
“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”
You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.
“Uh no thanks Y/N-”
“We should all hang out!”
The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.
“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”
“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.
“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”
You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling
“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”
You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.
“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”
The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.
“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”
“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.
Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.
“Hello?”
His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.
“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”
“What do you need me to do?”
You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.
“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”
“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”
“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”
“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”
“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”
And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.
You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.
“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.
“Y/n what are you doing-”
“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?
Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.
“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.
“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”
She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.
“Let’s play a game!”
“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”
“I think that’s a great idea!”
You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.
“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”
***
Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.
“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”
Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.
“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”
“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”
“Yes you have.”
All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.
“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.
“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”
Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.
Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-
“Y/N? Y/N!”
The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.
“When?”
As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.
“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”
“I’m not saying it here in front of-”
“Who? Chaeyeon?”
Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.
“It was in the car.”
Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.
“The car?”
You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.
Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?
“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”
“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.
“Do you want this?”
“What?”
A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.
“I said, do you want this?”
“Do you?”
His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.
“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”
Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.
“Kiss me if you want me.”
He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.
“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”
You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.
“Fuck it.”
He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.
“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”
“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.
“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”
A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”
“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”
“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.
But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”
You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.
“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”
“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.
“Are you being serious right now?”
The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.
“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”
“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.
“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.
“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”
His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.
“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.
“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”
A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?
“Minho I’m-”
“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”
His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.
“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”
“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”
You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.
“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”
“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”
“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.
“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”
The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.
“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.
“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”
“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”
“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one
who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”
There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.
“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.
“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”
“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”
Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.
“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”
“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”
“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.
“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”
Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.
“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.
“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.
“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”
The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.
Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.
“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.
“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”
It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.
“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”
“You wanna cum baby?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna cum right now?”
“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.
“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”
And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.
“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.
“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.
“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”
He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”
You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.
“Why don’t you find out and see?”
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When Someone Flirts with You!
Hello friends! Lil hcs of what the men would do when someone flirts with you and makes you uncomfy!
PART 2 
Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, and Childe!
Come one, come all! See what happens when someone flirts with you in front of your men!
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Hmm ok. He wants EVERYONE and their grandmother to know that you’re his.
He’ll usually come up to them and pat them on the shoulder. A lot of people know the cavalry captain. But in case they don’t because you’re not in Mondstat…
They usually just ignore him, maybe shrug him off as they continue to hit on you.
Kaeya REALLY doesn’t like that.
It depends on the situation, but usually Kaeya’s grip gets rougher and he’s not afraid to use his cryo to freeze anyone.
They’re either gone or frozen. Either way, they won’t be bothering you now!
“Hehe, come on. I heard there was a tavern nearby.”
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He usually doesn’t get super jealous and possessive. In fact, he loves to watch you turn them down. But if you do need help, just look at him.
The first thing he does is come by and wrap his arm around the person bothering you AND JOINS THEM!
Of course the person’s confused and shoves the anemo archon away but he doesn’t let up. “What? You’re flirting with my partner but I can’t?”
It’s all fun and games until the person pushes Venti off and touches you. If you slap their hand off and they keep it up, say goodbye to Venti!! Barbatos has joined the chat (ugh a dead meme I know)
Venti will grab the hand that reaches for you again and in the blink of an eye, they’re blown away. Gone.
Though it’s his favorite method, he can’t go around beating people up because they flirt with you. Unless… unless you want him to.
“Goodbye! Make sure you remember my face and don’t touch my partner ever again!!” That was all said with a bright smile and cheerful tone.
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Ok listen-
Diluc knows you’re strong so he’ll let you handle things on your own. All you need to do is call out to him or look at him for him to come help. 
He usually tries to stay passive by standing in between you and the jerk. Unless they’re in Mondstat, no one knows him and usually tries to go around.
Diluc doesn’t play around. He doesn’t like it when people torment others, especially you.
The second choice is to give them a rough shove with a glare. “Leave.”
10/10 they’re leaving. I mean… he’s already pretty intimidating when idle. No one wants to see him actually angry!
“Learn to take a hint. And don’t ever touch them again.”
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Oh boy…
Ok. Razor’s protective. He hates seeing you uncomfortable and if someone makes you uncomfortable, he hates them too.
Usually he stays back, but when you need him, he’ll just stand in front of you and growl at the person who’s bugging you.
1/10. Never works. People usually laugh at him and just shove him away, of course that’s not going to work, but hey, they tried.
Razor just needs a reason. One reason to start kicking ass AND HE’S TAKING IT!
It takes all of one second before a large purple wolf is smacking the person down. The second they see the Wolf Within, they’re scrambling up to run away. Whether they escape or not is truly up to you. If they bothered you enough, just let Razor know.
10/10 would recommend. 
“Grr… let me hunt, (f/n).”
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Xiao doesn’t really want to show that he gets worried about you, but he gets worried about you. Maybe a little too much sometimes.
Xiao also trusts you and believes you can definitely handle yourself (I mean you managed to turn HIM into your boyfriend-) so he prefers to let you deal with nuisances. But of course, if you need him, just call.
If you do, what he usually prefers to do is just grab your hand and try to walk away, completely ignoring the existence of whoever was flirting with you.
3/10. Sometimes works, but usually, people grab your other hand and pull you back. 
Oh boy. The second he feels you get yanked back, whoever was bothering you, is on the floor with Xiao’s spear pointed at their throat. It takes a second for you to register it, yourself.
69/10 would recommend.
“Do not bother my (f/n) again.”
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He’s not aggressive in the least bit. He’s rather polite about everything, considering there was someone flirting with you even though you repeatedly turned them down.
He’ll usually let them know you’re taken and you’re clearly uncomfortable.
Never works. Not one time has that line ever worked.
Well, he won’t let that discourage him. He’s not one who likes to jump into action immediately, but if he has to…
It takes all of two seconds before he has his sword pointed at the person. He’s passive to a certain point, but if someone’s really bothering you, they better start praying to the archons.
10/10, works every single time.
“Since that nuisance has been taken care of, let’s continue, shall we?”
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He forgets about Mora all the damn time, but he’s never gonna be like that with you. In fact, he pays a lot of attention to you, so the second you’re uncomfortable, he’ll know.
Usually, he’ll just waltz in and push the person away. They may try to push him out of the way or go around him, but he’ll hold them in place by their arm.
This results in them usually getting angry. It works 50% of the time. I mean who wouldn’t be intimidated? But there are days where people just shove him off before returning to you.
That, he doesn’t like. There’s one thing to shoot your shot with someone who’s taken, but to ignore their discomfort? He won’t stand for that.
His next move is to just slam the person on the ground. There are times where… people just need to be put in their place! And he’s more than happy to oblige!
“Right, let’s go (f/n).”
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Oh dear lord.
Childe is playful, he doesn’t become violent and aggressive the second someone bothers you. He’s heard tons about you and you can clearly handle yourself. But in the cases you can’t, he’s there to rescue you!
His method is to usually take the attention off of you. He just swoops in and starts chatting with the other person like nothing was going on, hinting that you’re taken and that they might wanna leave.
Of course, that never works. Ever. People usually ignore him, roll their eyes, or even try to get you to leave with them to go somewhere else.
Well. Do you have news for them. Childe doesn’t take to that very well. You’re attractive and cute and all, but you are his and no one’s gonna disrespect you like that.
It’s really a switch. He’s playful and funny one moment and the next he’s in a serious fight with whoever the hell was bothering you. As mentioned earlier, he’s not quick to fight. In fact, he’d rather not fight nuisances like that, but when someone bothers you, it sets him off. He just really doesn’t fucking like it.
“Hmph. One day… they’ll all know not to touch you.”
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