#nah I bet he looses his mind

[hoshifighting]

Okay... But what if Y/n tells his best friend, Wonwoo, since highschool that she wants to join as a stripper as a joke. But then Wonwoo asks her to do a sexy dance in front of him, and Y/n played along, dancing, stripping naked in front of him and rode his lap with him still wearing shorts, until Wonwoo couldn’t hold back and fucked her hard.

Warnings: Smut, lap dance, reader jokes ab being a stripper (all respect to the profession), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, best friends, stripping.

Word Count: 2k

It was a typical Friday evening, and you found yourself lounging on the couch with your best friend, Wonwoo. The two of you had been inseparable since high school, forming an unlikely but unbreakable bond. Wonwoo, with his quiet demeanor, was the yin to your yang. While he navigated life with a calm and collected approach, you were the unabashed extrovert, always seeking excitement.

As the evening progressed, you couldn't resist the urge to stir the pot a bit. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you turned to Wonwoo and blurted out, "Hey, Wonwoo, you know what I've been thinking lately?"

"What's on your mind, Y/n?" Wonwoo replied, his eyes reflecting curiosity.

"I was thinking of becoming a stripper."

Wonwoo's face immediately furrowed in confusion, his eyebrows knitting together. He blinked a few times, processing the unexpected revelation. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he struggled to comprehend your words.

"Wait, what? A stripper?" Wonwoo finally managed to articulate, his voice laced with bewilderment.

You chuckled at his reaction, fully aware of the stark contrast between your outgoing nature and Wonwoo's reserved personality. "Nah, Wonwoo, it's just a joke! Can you imagine me on a stage, dancing in front of strangers?"

His furrowed brow deepened as he tried to process the information. "You...want to be a stripper as a joke?"

"Yeah!"

Wonwoo let out a sigh of relief, his furrowed brow relaxing. "You scared me there for a moment. I couldn't picture you doing something like that."

The truth is, Wonwoo was a fucking liar.

However, deep down, Wonwoo couldn't deny the vivid image that flashed in his mind at your mention of becoming a stripper. The mental image of you dancing around a pole in skimpy clothing lingered, creating an unexpected tension in the room. He quickly brushed aside the intrusive thoughts, trying to focus on the conversation.

You noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor and couldn't help but tease him. "Oh, come on, Wonwoo. Are you sure you can't picture it? I bet I'd be the star of the show!"

Wonwoo's cheeks flushed slightly as he awkwardly coughed, attempting to dispel the lingering mental image. "No, Y/n. Let's not even entertain that idea. It's just not you."

With a sly grin, you turned to him and asked, "Wait, are you saying I'm not hot enough for that kind of job, Wonwoo?"

Wonwoo's eyes widened as he frantically shook his head. "No, no! That's not what I meant at all!"

But his reddening cheeks and ears told a different story. You couldn't help but revel in the mischief, adopting a mischievous expression. "Oh, I see. So, you do think I'm hot?"

Wonwoo stammered, trying to backtrack, "I-I didn't say that. I just meant, um, it's not something I could imagine you doing. Not because of how you look!" His eyes darted away, and he mumbled, "Well, I mean, you're... You're pretty, very pretty."

He couldn't help but attribute his discomfort to more than just the thought of you pole dancing—it was the unspoken crush he harbored on you. Each playful comment seemed to amplify his self-consciousness, making him acutely aware of the feelings he kept under wraps.

Attempting to steer the conversation away from the provocative topic, you chimed in, "You know, it's not like I genuinely want to be a stripper. But I've always thought it would be fun to dance for someone, you know? Just to let loose and have a good time."

Wonwoo's eyebrows shot up, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of surprise at your revelation. The notion of you wanting to dance for someone, while not necessarily in a provocative way, fueled his imagination, igniting a subtle curiosity.

"Oh, really?" he responded, his voice betraying a hint of intrigue. "Dance for someone, like, just casually?"

You nodded, a playful glint in your eyes. "Yeah! I mean, not in a professional setting, but just dancing for someone special. It sounds like it could be a lot of fun, don't you think?"

Wonwoo's mind raced, grappling with the newfound information. His gaze focused on you, and with a hesitant smile. "Hey, Y/n," he began, his voice softer than usual, "you mentioned wanting to dance for someone. Would you... uh, would you mind dancing for me?"

He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his cheeks tinged with a subtle blush.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, and a playful grin formed on your lips. "Oh, really? Wonwoo, are you asking me for a dance?"

"Well, you know, you mentioned it, and I thought it might be... nice. I mean, if you're comfortable with it."

You couldn't help but find his shy request endearing. "Sure, Wonwoo. But you have to promise not to laugh at my moves. I can't promise they'll be any good."

Wonwoo chuckled nervously, "I'm sure you'll be great."

Your hands found the hem of your shirt, and with a playful grin, you tossed your clothing aside, letting it land somewhere in the living room. Wonwoo's eyes widened behind his glasses, focusing on your exposed tits, his usually composed demeanor giving way to a hint of surprise and curiosity.

His voice came out as a soft whisper, "Does this... does this make part of the dance too?"

You simply nodded, your own confidence shining through. "Of course!"

The room was filled with the sultry beat of the music as you continued to move, your hands gracefully making contact with your body. Wonwoo couldn't tear his eyes away, the subtle allure of the moment captivating his senses. The dancing became a mesmerizing display, the connection between you and Wonwoo growing hotter with each passing moment.

As the music's tempo intensified, you decided to take it a step further. With a bold move, you gracefully moved to sit on Wonwoo's lap, your dance becoming more provocative. His breath caught in his throat as your movements became a sensuous exploration, his heart pounding in his chest.

Your hips moved up and down, back and forth, and of course the bulge inside of his pants grew harder. Wonwoo, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure, let his hands find your hips. He tried to disguise the effect your movements were having on him, not wanting to make it obvious how affected he was. Your hips moved in a tantalizing rhythm against his, and Wonwoo felt a surge of lust that he struggled to conceal.

Unexpectedly, a low, sensual moan escaped your lips, hanging in the air like a shared secret. Wonwoo's ears caught the sound, and a jolt of awareness ran through him. Did he hear that right?

His hands instinctively pushed your hips down, a silent plea for you to continue. The dance resumed, and your hips moved deliciously against his. Wonwoo bit his lip, desperately trying to contain the desire that surged through him.

"Hm… Wonwoo…"

Wonwoo swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper, "Y/n."

In the blink of an eye, the delicate balance of composure that Wonwoo had been struggling to maintain shattered. His hand found its way to the nape of your neck, pulling you into a hungry, passionate kiss. The air crackled as your lips met, the tension between you finally finding release.

Wonwoo's free hand moved with a sense of urgency, grabbing your ass through the material of your shorts that still clung to your body. The touch was both possessive and hungry, his tongue fought yours, and your hips continued to grind on his dick.

Your hardened nipples were pressed on his chest, and he felt that, also, he felt your wetness soaking his pants through your shorts. His mouth found its way to your neck, leaving a trail of eager kisses. The soft touch of his lips sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as his kisses ventured down towards your bust. His hands, now firmly gripping your tits.

He slowly guided you to lie on the couch. The air was thick with anticipation as his hands skillfully worked on the buttons of your shorts, his touch sending a cascade of sensations through your body.

With a deliberate slowness, he slid the clothing down your legs along with your panties. In the charged atmosphere of the room, as Wonwoo lowered his head closer to your thighs, you felt a sudden surge of impatience and need. Your hands gently pressed against his shoulders, halting his descent, and you looked into his eyes with a sense of urgency.

"Please, Wonwoo," you pleaded, your voice a breathy whisper. "Hurry, I need you."

His dark eyes met yours, the intensity of the moment reflected in the depths of his gaze. Understanding the urgency in your plea, Wonwoo's movements became more purposeful. With a swift motion, he aligned himself with your pussy, his pants and underwear also thrown around. 

The hot head of his cock rubbed against your entrance. He entered slowly so he didn't hurt you, since you didn't even want to wait for him to prepare you.  "How did you get so wet?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of wonder and desire.

Rolling your eyes in response, you could only manage a breathless murmur, "You," the single word encapsulating the effect he had on you. 

His cock stretched your walls perfectly, loving the fullness of Wonwoo, the initial discomfort giving way to a wave of pleasure. As Wonwoo's breath danced across your skin, his nose taking in the scent of your skin, a shiver ran down your spine. 

The throbbing length of his cock being squeezed by your wet walls, until his pelvis hits yours, a relief moan leaves your lips, as Wonwoo kisses your cheeks, his hips slowly starting to thrust into you. 

Your skin slapped together as he thrusted into you harder, making your body squirm under him. Meanwhile, Wonwoo admired the scene. How can a simple dance take him to paradise? He felt like he was seeing a work of art that some divine being had forbidden him from for so long.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your pussy making him wetter by the second, and your moans were driving him to the brink of an orgasm. "F-fuck Wonwoo yes! Right here!"

The explicit encouragement fueled a surge of energy within him, and Wonwoo, driven crazy by you, found the strength to respond. His movements became more purposeful, with a renewed vigor, he shifted your legs, pushing your knees toward your chest, deepening his cock inside of your pussy abusing the g'spot.

As you drooled from the corners of your mouth, the sheer pleasure and desire took over. In a breathless symphony, you cried out his name, as the climax overtook you, you felt yourself clenching uncontrollably around his cock, making him moan the loudest. 

Leaving an indelible mark on the couch beneath you, his cock throbbed inside of your pussy, the white hot spurts, being spilled inside of you, while you could only mumble his name softly enough to make him melt over you.

The air hung with a sense of ease and contentment as you found yourself still catching your breath, your voice reduced to a soft murmur of his name. Wonwoo, lying atop you, he couldn't help but savor the tender sound.

"Mmm, Wonwoo," you whispered, the quiet intimacy in your voice reflecting the connection between you two.

He stayed nestled on top of you, his weight providing a comforting support as you both recovered. Wonwoo looked into your eyes, a gentleness in his expression that hadn't surfaced before. "You know," he started, a playful glint in his eyes, "I think I want you to dance for me more often."

A genuine laugh escaped your lips, pleasantly surprised by his unexpected comment. "Oh, really? You enjoyed the show that much, Wonwoo?"

He nodded, his cheeks sporting a subtle blush. "Yeah, it was...unexpected, but I liked it. A lot."

Unable to resist a bit of teasing, you reveled in the sight of a more playful and confident Wonwoo. "So, you're saying you want a private dance performance on demand?"

Wonwoo's shy demeanor returned, but this time, accompanied by a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Maybe...just a little. It was...nice."

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[naughtystiel]

It wasn’t raining.

For some reason whenever Dean thought of this day, he imagined the sky to be covered with heavy dark clouds. Clearly this wasn’t the case. Instead, everything seemed so lively. Spring brought chirping birds, vividly coloured flowers began to bloom and the sun shone brightly high in the sky. The few people gathered around wore light jackets so it really had to be a beautiful day. He wished he could feel the warmth on his skin too.

A priest stood on the opposite end of the deep hole and Dean grimaced. He had never been a religious man and he wasn’t going to listen to anything that was coming out of the priest’s mouth now either. Meandering between people, he walked further away. Yeah, Lord have mercy and rest in peace o’wayward son.

So, where did he go from here?

“Hello.” Somebody said next to him, but Dean didn’t even bother to look. They weren’t talking to him anyway. They couldn’t be. With arms loosely crossed over his chest, he looked skywards. It was a beautiful day.

“Dean?”

Dean looked to the side, an eyebrow raised. A man in his thirties observed him, hands tucked in his dress pants. “How do you know my name? Do I know you?”

The man nodded his chin towards the priest, “Heard him mention a Dean, so I’m guessing that must be you. Nice suit.” He smiled and Dean looked down at his outfit. Suits weren’t exactly his thing, but he didn’t really think to make a will and they shoved him in this. Did they even bury people in plaids? Probably.

“That would be me, indeed.” Dean tilted his head to the side and scanned the graveyard. Interesting. “Are you dead too? I guess you gotta be.”

The man hummed, “Mmm, you could say so.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Was that a yes or a no? “So, is it just you and me or is anybody else here with us?”

“Nah, they moved on.”

“And you?"

“In the process.”

“I see.”

They both stood in silence, watching the ceremony. A few roses got dropped into the hole. A nice gesture, but it was a waste of money. They could at least put it on top once the casket was actually covered with dirt.

Low rumble disrupted the quiet. “How are you feeling?”

Dean splayed his arms and shrugged. “I mean, I’m dead. I don’t really know.”

The man turned his head towards Dean. “Okay, lemme ask you this - what’s on your mind? Anything particular?”

Now that was a good question. Nothing. A lot. First thing that came to mind was that he wouldn’t be able to see that new Indiana Jones movie he was so looking forward to. But that was just stupid, wasn’t it? Shouldn’t he be thinking of his regrets? Unfinished business? “I wish I could feel the sun on my cheeks.”

“Ah, that I can agree with. The sunset kind. Not too sharp, soft like a gentle veil that droops over your face.” The man gave him a small smile and Dean nodded.

“You see that tall guy there? The tallest of them all. My brother. Last time I saw him we argued.” Dean sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I guess it kinda bothers me that this is how he’s gonna remember me now.”

“Probably not. Usually when a person dies you remember the good things. Unless of course the bad outweighed the good which I don’t think is the case here.” The man scuffed the tip of his polished shoe in the dirt. “Grieving is complicated, it messes with your head. I bet you heard about how it usually progresses but personally I think it’s more like jumping back and forth between the steps. It does pass though.”

“That supposed to make me feel better?”

The man shrugged, his dark lock tousled by gentle breeze. He kept his gaze down, chewing on his bottom lip. “Only stating the facts. Anything else bothering you?”

just a snippet of "the art of moving on" which i might work on more in the future. and if i do, it wont be very long but i think itd be worth exploring :)

#spn #destiel #drabble.txt #vin.txt

[ameenvie]

Over The Phone - jamie tartt x fem!reader

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Word count: 1.5k Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!reader Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI!, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirrrty talk Tags: smut Prompt/Summary: Kinktober day 6 - Phone sex. Speaks for itself, Jamie is at an away game without you and you miss him dearly A/N: Not much for this one, just want to thank the amazing people who beta-read this for me: @angelbarnes-rogers & @confessionsofatotaldramaslut!! ❤✨ I just hope you'll enjoy this! 🙏❤❤

Your phone started buzzing on the bed next to you, it lit up and you saw your boyfriend’s name on the screen alongside a funny photo of the two of you. It was quite late already, so you didn’t expect him to call but you quickly answered.

“I thought you were asleep already” you said in a low, sleepy voice.

“Nah, we were watching a film. No phones allowed” Jamie said on the other side of the line, his voice just as tired as yours.

Richmond had an away game at the weekend, and unfortunately this time you couldn’t travel to watch him play. It might’ve been silly, but you really missed him even though he was only gone for a day or two at times like these.

“That sounds fun” you replied and closed your book that you were reading, setting it on the bedside table. “Did Ted make you cry again?” you chuckled, and Jamie scoffed.

“I never cry on films.”

“Yeah, sure” you teased. “Don’t you have a curfew? It’s getting quite late.”

“Just wanted to hear your voice before going to bed” he paused before continuing. “I miss you.” His admission didn’t surprise you, but it made your heart swell and a warm feeling of love spread through your body. His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a winter evening.

“I miss you too, Jamie.” You shuffled under the covers, and he probably heard the sound of the fabric ruffling.

“You in bed?” he asked, and you swore his voice got a bit deeper than it was just mere seconds ago.

“Yeah. I wish you were here.”

“Me too, love” he paused for a second before he spoke again. “But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you when I get home.” His voice was cocky, and you heard the smile in his voice.

“Yeah?” you chuckled. “Any particular ideas?” You knew exactly what he was alluding to. You already felt heat rise in your body and a tingling sensation settling in your stomach.

“You know it” he teased.

“Maybe, but...” you hesitated.

“Yes, angel?”

“I want you to tell me” you whispered and let out a shaky breath. Usually, you didn’t mind asking for what you want, hell, even begging – but you felt self-conscious now all of a sudden. Jamie let out a low hum on the other end of the line before he spoke again.

“You want me to tell you how I’d fuck you if I was there, hmm?”

“Fuck, Jamie” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut. You put the call on speakers and set the phone onto the pillow next to you.

“Can’t last one day without me.”

You shuffled under the covers to get out of your underwear. Your breathing was already heavy, and he didn’t even begin.

“Don’t touch yourself yet. Want to take my time with you” he mused, and his voice was dripping with lust. You could basically see him in front of you – his hair loose and messy, lying on his hotel bed in a t-shirt and his boxers alone. It turned you on even more, the need to touch him stronger with every second.

“’tis what you think about all day when I’m away? How I’m going to fill you up when I get home?” his words were filthy, but you heard in his voice that he was smiling. The image of it burned into your mind and filled every small segment of it completely. “I bet it is.” You gripped the sheets next to your body as you listened to him, dying to feel some friction between your legs. You loved that filthy mouth of his and you couldn't deny it as moans and whimpers escaped your lips.

“It is” you whined, and he let out a low chuckle.

“Are you naked?”

“N-no” you stuttered. “In a top.”

“Be a good girl and take them off for me, hmm?” You heard fabric ruffling on the other side of the line before you took the hem of your spaghetti-strap top and pulled it over your head, the cold air of the room felt alien for a second, hardening your nipples. You squeezed your eyes shut as frustration began to rise in your body together with your neediness. You wanted to be touched so bad, even if it was only by your own hands. But you didn’t even think about cheating, you waited for Jamie’s next orders.

“Fucking hell, love if I was there, I’d make you feel so good, yeah? Kiss your pretty tits first, just how you like-“ he groaned, and he had to pause for a second. You figured forming sentences was just as hard for him as it was for you in this lustful haze. All you could think about was how much you wanted him. “Touch them” he commanded, and you obliged, your hand sneaking up to your breast as you squeezed it gently at first, but then a bit harder. You let out a shaky breath before your finger moved to slowly play with your nipple, circling and pinching it gently. You moaned loudly before you heard Jamie’s voice again.

“I want you to put your finger into your pretty little mouth and make it as wet as you can ‘aight love?” Flames were eating away at your body as heat rose to your ears before you put your index finger into your mouth and licked on it slowly. A brief thought of Jamie’s length in your mouth invaded your thoughts and you let out a loud moan.

“Touch yourself, babe. Like I would – I’d take my time with you, teasing that gorgeous pussy of yours” he mused, and you thought you heard him shuffle on the other side of the line, touching himself as well. You swiped your wet finger against your sensitive clit and you gasped, your back arching away from the bed. You started to rub slow circles around the sensitive bud and you rolled your hips against your palm. All Jamie could hear was your heavy breathing as he slowly palmed himself.

“Jamie” you whimpered his name as you continued your ministrations before you pushed a finger inside your dripping cunt. His name fell from your lips like a prayer.

“Feels good, hmm?”

“Not as good as yours” you admitted bashfully. “Can I- can I add another one, please?” Jamie groaned and cursed under his breath.

“Fuck, how could I say no to that?” he chuckled dryly, and you pushed another finger inside yourself. The stretch felt amazing but you knew it was nothing compared to Jamie being inside of you. You moved them in and out, your walls hugged them perfectly as you picked up your pace.

“Jamie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Are you touching yourself?” you asked between breaths as your other hand find its way to your clit, continuing where you left off.

“Fuck, babe” he moaned into the phone before he continued. “Yes I am.” You rolled your hips a bit stronger against your fingers and you felt your arousal soak them. “You like that, hmm?”

“Yes” you gasped.

“You like how I’m doing that while thinking of you?”

“What… Are you thinking about?” You bit your lip.

“About your perfect lil pussy, how I’d like to taste it. Fuck, angel I’d eat you out all night long, making you come ‘til you can’t talk.” You moaned out loud, Jamie’s words filling your thoughts, images of his head between your legs as he smiles at you devilishly as you can’t keep your composure. His name is all you can muster up, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.  You felt your nerves igniting and tension build in your every muscle, like a bow that’s ready to snap. You tightened the movements of your finger on your clit.

“And then I’d fuck you so good. I’ll make you feel so good, love.” His breathing started to become erratic and he found it harder and harder to keep going as his own high creeped up in him. He moaned between the words; you knew they turned him on just as much as they turned you on. “Fill your tight little cunt perfectly. You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you babe?” Your fingers curled inside you to reach your sweet spot as his filthy words pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Jamie, I’m so-“ you gasped. “So close.” He moaned and picked up his pace as well.

“Come for me” he whispered. “With me.” His words were stuttering. Your breathing became more and more erratic by the second. “Fuck, love, I can’t wait to feel you around me, so good. I love you so fucking much.”

You felt your walls tighten around your fingers as the coil inside your body snapped as your orgasm washed over you. You fucked yourself through your high, your walls fluttering around your fingers as you came down. You still heard Jamie’s strained moans for a second before he reached his own release as well, cursing and moaning under his breath.

“You alright?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Fantastic” he answered. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“It’s gonna be worth the wait I promise.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt ff #jamie tartt x fem!reader #jamie tartt smut #Smut

[alicegokugirl]

Idiot (one shot drable)

pairing - pah-chin x AFAB!reader

warnings - nsfw // minors dni // fatphobic insults //squirting // mentions of milfs // mentions of stepcest in pornography

author's note - my beautiful, underrated pah-chin loves you so much he can't help talking about you all the time. ♡

Everyone knows that Pah doesn't shut the fuck up about his girlfriend.

No, because it should actually be scientifically studied the way he can turn every single topic of conversation into something about you.

"Man, these pancakes are the best!"

- "My baby's taste way better."

"Fuck, I just know today is going to rain."

- "Better not, girlfriend's got a hair appointment at 2."

"Your bike needs some work, dude."

- "Whatever man, just make the handle pink so it matches m'lady's nails."

The girls love it, thinking it's adorable the way Pah is head over heels with you and wishing their own boyfriends talked about them like that when they weren't around.

On the other hand, the boys had already started developing eye problems from how many times they rolled them.

It might seem contradictory, but no one, not even the dumb ones, ever entertained the thought of telling Pah to shut up for one second.

Because between the ridiculous amount of useless information shared by the loose-lipped blond about your food allergies, your haircare routine and your favourite brand of toothpaste there were some precious gems.

Pah is not dumb at all... but he's definitely stupid.

And it only took someone slightly smarter than him to get him spilling out all the dirty details about your sex life (usually Kazutora).

So when there's nothing else to steal, destroy or graffiti, when the boys are bored out of their minds, Mikey signals to Kazutora to bring out the porn mag they stole from Shinichiro sometime ago.

And with a loud, exaggerated sigh and a purposeful slam of the magazine against a nearby low table, story time begins and the all the young men gather around.

"Shit- This one is hot." Kazutora points at the wrinkled page that illustrated an older woman getting pounded from behind by a younger man.

"Stop with the fucking milfs nobody likes them except you." Smiley slapped Kazutora's hand away and turned the page. "Nah. This shit is way hotter."

"Hell no, man! Stepcest again? You're so fucking weird." Draken shoves the two men aside and opens the magazine on a random page.

"Fuuuuuuuck yeah..."

"Finally, some good fucking food."

"Shit! I'm getting horny."

Groans of approval were heard throughout the hideout as the boys contemplated the picture of a blond woman, laying down on a white bed with white, fluffy sheets, legs open and hand between them, shoving two fingers inside what had to be the wettest pussy they have ever seen.

"Bet it squirts." Mitsuya says looking above Draken's shoulder.

"Big brain Mitsuya." Baji commented.

"Bet it leaves the whole bed soaking after you feed her a bit of this!" Mikey gets up and grabs his crotch.

"Gross dude."

"Hahaha~"

"My babe does it better."

Bingo.

And just like that, the ruckus was happily quieted down by Pah-chin's comment.

"Really, Pah? We don't believe it..." Sanzu teases, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Yo- Pah might be a jackass but he ain't no liar." Peh-yan jumps to defend his friend.

"Damn right. If I tell ya'll my girl can squirt buckets, you better believe my dick gets fucking wet everytime we fuck." He says, punching the table hard.

"Jesus, calm down bro. We believe you." Mitsuya awnsers.

"Yeah, it's just hard to believe you can make your girl squirt." Kazutora intervenes, hoping to get Pah to share a bit more about his hot girlfriend.

"Well, yeah it's not hard when you have a canon like mine and a pretty pussy like hers."

"Really? Who would have thought?" Kazutora faked innocence.

"Yeah, you virgin fucks have no idea what's like having a pair of fat tits bouncing on your face while a girl like my babe is making a mess on your cock." Pah crosses his arms and leans back, a proud smile adorned his face.

"Fuck yeah, we don't. Tell us more." Mikey provokes.

"Imagine this, virgins. My good girl, her tight pussy, and the biggest fucking mess. Nah, cause when I tell ya'll there's not one time when I fuck her that she doesn't squirt you better believe me. Last time- and hear me out- I was tongue deep in her. The thickest fucking thighs almost suffocating me. Can you imagine? A hot girl like my darling riding your face?"

"Not really, something more detailed might help." Kisaki said, pushing his glasses up his nose in a way that hid the blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Then listen to me, four-eyes. She is so fucking thick my hands could barely take hold of her ass. Not like I really could anyways. My baby is a freak and everytime she sits down she rides. And call me a fucking fatass but when I have a meal, I feast. Man, I had been eating her out for an hour when her legs just started shaking. She started telling me she had to pee or something but I had the best earmuffs and could hear jack shit. Next thing I know, I had my pretty pussy squirting all over my face."

"Damn..." Mikey whispers.

"Hell yeah. If my girl doesn't end up passing out on me after we fuck than I don't want it. Damn... just thinking about her cute clit swollen and lips all puffy is making me hungry again. Nothin' beats that view, virgins."

"Doubt. You could show us." Hanma says, optimistically.

"AND VIOLATE MY GIRL'S PRIVACY LIKE THAT? YOU DISRESPECTING MY GIRL? WANNA FIGHT?"

"Damn, fatty. Just askin'."

"Whatever, bean pole. I'm outta of here. Gonna let my Queen sit on her throne today." He says, getting up and walking out the hide out, closing the door with a loud bang.

Immediately everyone looked at Hanma.

"Stupid fuck."

"You had to ruin it, dumbass."

"Kill yourself, bro."

"You sleep outside today, idiot."

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"Twenty bucks that the blonde's gonna roll her eyes as soon as you get near her, bud."  

"No chance, I'm irresistible; she'll at least give me her number." Another guy confidently replied

"Nah, ain't happening, dude." 

I've been eavesdropping on these tourons for the last ten minutes, when slid onto the neighbor stool, they barely glanced my way, that gave me no choice if not listen on their douchey conversation.

From what I understood they’re betting on who could score numbers from the ladies at the bar. I honestly wish them good luck, especially since they're aiming for Kooks, which 1. they don't seem to realize that and 2. huge mistake. But it was damn entraining to watch. 

Two of them try to get the girls that are dancing but none of them succeed. I watched them toss cash into the counter as they lost their bet and that money had my name written all over it, now that’s when things get interesting.”

I set my glass on the counter and say, "Can I play?”

They turned to me, their faces sporting a strange mix of curiosity and skepticism.

“Pass. If you lose, you’re the one who has to pay us, and…I don’t think you can afford our little game,” one of them replied cockily.

"I mean, I can play for free just to school y'all on how it's done. Seems like y'all got plenty of time," I shot back, grinning.

“What’s your deal man, you’ve been listening to our conversation this whole time?.”

“You haven’t noticed? That’s why your odds with girls are so low.” I casually teased.

“Then go ahead, big boy. I’ll give you five if she even looks at you,”  They laughed contemptuously.

“C’mon Kyle, have more faith in the boy, I'll give you ten.” the other one said mocking me 

“All right, do y’all have anyone in mind?.” I asked, turning and examining the room.

“choose your victim, most of them don't even seem to be interested in men.” One of the dark-haired guys says, making the others laugh again.

“What about that one?” I proposed pointing to a girl sitting across the bar, her hair was loose and her pink dress was accentuating her curves, she was cute and wasn’t interacting with anyone, just sitting there with legs crossed observing everyone. Bingo

“Ha, Greg tried that one but she scoffed at him when he tried to open his mouth. Be our guest buddy.” the blonde-haired dude said

“Watch and learn whoever Greg is,” I said tapping the counter and heading in the direction of the girl.

With this body and this face, I’m impressed that just one of those shitheads tried. Lucky me I guess.

“G’night, can I get you a drink?.” I asked leaning my body into the counter slightly toward her.

"I'm good, thanks," she replied, lifting her drink. 

She had to tilt her head to glance up at me since she was seated, and I was towered over her. She flashed a brief smile my way before turning her attention elsewhere.

“The next one then?.” I pressed, trying to catch her gaze once more.

“Unfortunately this is my last one.”

“C’mon, the night just started.” I insisted

"I better not have another drink, or I might get tipsy, and you wouldn't want to see what happens when I do." She stated smirking

“Actually I do, I would love to see how bad you can be,” I said edging closer, her knee lightly brushing my hip. I swear I hear her breath hitch at the slight contact. 

“Alright, let me lay it out straight for ya.” I bring my lips closer to her ears “You see those dudes all together right behind me?” I asked, staring at her moving my body so she could see them.

She smoothly switched her gaze to the guys and nodded at me.

"They're placing bets on the ladies' numbers and they basically told me I don't stand a chance at catching your eye."

“Well, it seems they’ve already lost something, right?” She stated, looking into my eyes, her lips turned into a smirk.

“Yeah, but when I came here I already had zero interest in your number.” This time, I’m the one who tilts my head whilst I analyze her frame.

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh really? What's your game, then?"

"A kiss," I said casually, my gaze locked on her lips.

"So you can show off to your buddies and prove them wrong? Not happening," she retorted.

“Nah, I’m just testing my intuition and since I saw you, I knew you wanted me.” I casually whispered into her ear. Now I was sure, her breath faltered, I could tell her body was reacting to how close we were. 

“You have one hell of an intuition.” She chuckles lightly grazing my arm. “Well, I can’t deny there’s something about you.”

I leaned in even closer, our faces inches apart. "So, you're saying there's a chance?"

Her eyes flickered down to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. "Maybe a small one," she teased.

I gave in to the irresistible temptation. I lean in until our lips press together in a lingering kiss. Her hand found its way to the back of my neck as our hungry lips were locked. As we parted, she smirked, "What’s your intuition telling you now?."

“That I should take you off here.” 

“What would your girlfriend say about this?” She asked, biting her lips. I give her a dirty smile.

“She would say: “Please let me come JJ..” I teased her planting a wet kiss on her neck

I smile as I see the reaction on Y/N’s face. 

She jumps out of her stool and grabs my hand dragging me to the exit, I make sure to wink and snatch the money out of those douches hands before leaving. 

I guess this is my lucky night. Nope, I didn't trick those guys, my girlfriend was the one who suggested the little act at the bar, destiny put those dudes next to me with all that cash. I just so happen to be there and be good with my lady.

Which right now is very sex-starved, if she could she would rip her clothes into the bar’s bathroom and let me fuck her right there which honestly is not a problem to me. But she was painfully patient to get home and allowed me to give her a proper treatment.

“Baby, please…” She cries as I kiss her 

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“I want you…now.” she drags the words with her moans “I want this.” Y/N palms cover my package and my erection nearly hammers its way out of my pants.

“My girlfriend will not like this.”

“I'm sure she will, she actually wants me to take you with my mouth.” 

That's it. Goodbye, roleplay. I might explode before taking my underwear.

I'm kissing Y/N before either of us can move an inch, My tongue slides through her parted lips in a greedy stroke. She gasps with delight and kisses me back, her tongue tangling with mine for a few mind-melting seconds before she kisses her way toward my neck. The next second she's unzipping me and slowly sinking into her knees.

“Take your clothes off, baby.” She seductively demands

I kick my boots and pants off quickly. As I peel off my shirt, Y/N digs her nails into my abs, making me curse under my breath. I'm starting to worry that I won't last long.

Y/N leans forward kissing the tip of my dick, I rub my fingers into her lips, and she teases me with slow and gentle movements, I cup the back of her head and urge her closer. She looks up at me and opens her mouth on command, sliding half of my length inside.

As always, she drives me crazy alternating between deep wet sucks and gentle licks of her tongue. The noises…Man, these whimpers and breathy moans make me insane.

I rock my hips, slowly, trying to keep it under control, until her mouth is wrapped tightly around my base, then, I'm a goner. 

My brain is filled with pleasure, so much so that my body almost fails me. Buried in her throat, I go off without thinking. Y/N swallows all my liquid and gives me one final stroke before rising to her feet.

“You did so well, baby,” I said picking her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, our lips met once again. I kiss her until we're breathless. I carry her to the bed and pull her off her dress just to find out that, fuck me, no bra, just a tiny pantie. 

Our lips were locked again when I advanced on her until she had no choice but to lay down completely. I get on my knees on the bed and bring my hand in between her legs, her hips jerks off the bed as I rub her clit.

“Barely touched you, baby girl,” I said teasing 

I make sure to give her the taste of her own medicine and slowly remove the underwear. I plant wet kisses on her tights and legs before sliding my fingers onto her. My girlfriend squirms against my finger. I add another one curling them both.

Groaning, I get on my knees, spread her legs with my free hand, and bury myself in between her legs. As soon my tongue touches her slit, Y/N moan so loud that was music to my ears. I pump my fingers a couple more times while kissing and sucking her wetness until my dick can’t take it anymore.

“Jay..get inside me.” She begs

“On it ma’am”

With a grin, I guide my cock inside her. Both of us groan when I slide deeper, she wraps her legs around my waist almost like it’s not enough for her. I resist the urge to go fast and keep my movements calm, but again,  Y/N is more needed than usual, her nails dig into my abs giving scratches.

“God, please…” She whines. 

“Someone is with no patience today.” I grow, adjusting my arms on her side, my thrusts are more frantic, she bulks her hips upwards deepening our contact. I grab her hips giving a firm squeeze as I pound onto her. I let go of one of my hands, to stroke her clit, her moans became more breathless and desperate. 

“I’m gonna come.” She cries, without thinking I take my hands out of clit. Remember what I said earlier? With a second she will be begging.

“Please let me come JJ.” Y/N moans just as I predicted.

I rub her clit again and keep my pace fast until I see her shake under me. It takes me a couple more thrusts to release feeling loopy and with my balls still tingling I collapse next to her.

“Holy shit.” She mumbles between her breath.

“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t.” 

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be good for the next one, “ Y/N says chuckling

“Make it ten.” 

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『feelin like makin some ppl in my discord cry, so I decided to make this to behead them. 🥰』

𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐗

『when push comes to shove—』

dom!red velvet x bratty!reader (afab — she/her)

color code 『text portion』: red for red velvet.

tw// nsfw themes, joi, implied exhibitionism and dubcon, camcording, orgasm denial, masturbation, degradation/humiliation, mentions of choking, oral, the whole shabbang, primal play, phone sex

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Red Velvet is usually well behaved during meetings.

Usually…

This time he had to excuse himself. He’s a general, why is he excusing himself from Dark Enchantress’s meetings? Well, there was one fiery reason. A certain y/n kept calling him during the meetings, texting him, trying to get his attention and to distract him. Oh but she’s been at this for a while— wearing revealing uniforms, flirting with the other dark cookies, disobeying him deliberately to make him mad… and everyone else thought Red Velvet didn’t really have any patience. He does with you, but he can only take so much.

He had his phone set to not alert him when he received texts, but they came regardless in quick secession, his phone endlessly vibrating in his pant pocket. He exhaled through his nose, and put his cake hand to his forehead, looking annoyed as he sat at his position at the round table. But then, it felt as though the vibrations of his phone only got louder n his ears. This continued on for a few agonizingly slow minutes until he rose his hand to speak. “Red Velvet Cookie, you have a word?” Dark Enchantress saw as her attention turned towards the crimson general. He swallowed a small lump in his throat and looked around to see everyone looking at him. “I’ll be back, I have to use the restroom. I feel sick.” He lied as he got up to leave the office room. With a slam of the office room door, he charged in a speed walk. He knew he had to deal with this sooner or later, but now? Come on, y/n. Have some decorum for this man.

He found a bathroom and locked himself in it, getting in one of the stalls. He called y/n back in a furious bout as he leaned against the stall door. When he found that you weren’t answering, he growled. “Ah hell no, brat’s ass.” He whispered as he went straight to spamming you with texts.

『call me.』

『no 🥰』

『nah don’t pull that “no 🥰” bs w me. you’re leaving me voicemails of you moaning n whining n shit. keep it up and i’ll give you sumn to whine abt.』

『ohohohoooo look who thinks he’s big and bad? Bet you would do sumn to me soft ass 🧚‍♀️』

『you’re asking for hell you little cunt.』

A wave of calls flooded to y/n’s phone. All with the same caller id: “Red Velvet 🎂🩸.” All were causally denied. He doesn’t have time for your shit. He let loose there.

『answer. now.』

『fuckin slut. answer the damn phone i’m tired of your shit. imma get crepe to hack your ip n make you answer.』

『OKAY OKAY CHILL I’LL ANSWER. Goddamn.』

And he called again after that. You almost hesitated before answering the call. Was he mad? You hoped so, but the doll in you? The side he loved more than himself, was scared to face him. Regardless, with a huff, you answered the phone.

“Hello?” Y/n answered sassily, making red groan in annoyance. “Hey. Where you at?” He asked, his voice sounding tired. He sat on the toilet seat with a grunt. “In my room? Why?~ Are you gonna come and punish me?~” You cooed into the phone, making him shiver. Knowing of his current predicament, he couldn’t physically go. The other dark cookies were expecting him back. Not that they cared, they could relay everything when he returned. However, something else had crossed his mind for a brief moment. Something more… risqué. Something that would make them break down, just like how he was intending.

“Get on the bed.” He commanded. It did, through the phone it did sound like a command. A demand. You didn’t move, you only laughed as you leaned against your bedroom window. He growled again through his nose. “I don’t hear you moving. You get your ass on the goddamn bed. Right the fuck now.” His tone of voice, low quiet and aggressive, like he was cornering prey, sent chills down your spine as you slowly creeped towards your bed, laying on it. You stated up at your ceiling, feeling as though it was mocking you. “Okay.” Y/n said as she exhaled deeply. “You’re gonna do as I say. Is that camera still on that you were using?” “Yeah why-“ “I want you to record yourself… I want you to record yourself on that camera and when we’re done, I want you to send that video to your phone and send it to me. Understand?” You started to sweat, your cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson. Who knew that he was freaky? It never crossed your mind when you were being a brat with him. But now, now he has you where he wants you— a scared kitten, being cornered by an eagle, waiting to strike.

You went to turn that camera to record as it sat on the tripod. Facing it towards the bed, you swallowed, having never done this before. You remembered however that this was the effect of your actions. You had to hang through with stride. You got back on the bed, feeling warmer than before. You felt an invisible eye on you Thai was the camera, that red light teasing you. Second after second passed by as it recorded what would go down in a few minutes.

“The camera’s recording?” Red Velvet asked you sternly. You affirmed that it was. He suddenly emitted a dark chuckle after a moment of silence. That was usually a sign that scheming behavior was flooding his brain.

“Take your pants off. Take off your underwear and just lay there with your legs up and open. Lay in a position where I can easily see your face.” You blushed at his directions, asking you to basically whore out for him. You slowly took off your pants and undergarments, attempting to reposition while kicking away the clothes so that they would fall off the footboard of the bed. “O…kay..” you said shakily. “Your top. Off. Anything under that also comes off.” “Why didn’t you just say get naked or undress?” “Don’t question me just do as I say.”

You do as he says once more, putting your phone down to take off your top and matching bra before picking your phone back up. The coldness of the room came to greet your body eagerly, your legs open to let the coolness tease at your hot cunt as it’s natural slickness started to increase. You whined quietly at this, feeling your body betray you. “Is it cold in there?” “Shush.” “Aww…. No. I’m not gonna. Now, I want you to listen to me real good okay?”Y/n swallowed and responded with a quick “yep.” He sighed as the imagery of her crept into his head. He imagined her, naked and hot laying on her bed, crying and moaning like a pathetic little whelp he made you out to be. He felt his pants get tighter at the thought of fucking her. That camera, recording their every move, every sound, every minute and every second. He swallowed and moved his hand to his hair, sweeping it back in a quick agitated motion.

“Take your free hand and work your little clit. Make sure the camera can see.” Y/n’s breath caught in her throat before her eyes went wide. She looked at the camera lens like a deer in headlights. She then looked down at herself, wondering if really messing with Red was a good idea. “C’mon, I don’t hear you.” His voice echoed through the speaker of the phone. She shook in the bed with nervousness, moments of silence passing by. “Not sure of what to do..? Aww, little baby’s nervous. Little baby’s embarrassed,” he said with a chuckle, “play with your pretty little cunt for me or I’ll show the others just how horny you get.” The thought of being toyed with by him in front of the others, the exposure, the eyes, the humiliation… being naked in front of the other guys especially. Licorice was a little punk bitch, but Dark Choco? He was like Red Velvet’s older brother. To be like that in front of that fallen prince— soul crushing. But it made you feel hot. As the thoughts crept in your head and made a home of your brain, your hand suddenly snaked its way down your bare stomach, down to your core where it began to fester and move around, entertaining your mind and giving you something else to focus on. As y/n felt her cold fingers trace her now swollen clit, making her cunt swell and leak with want and need, realization hit her like a flood. And so did more heat. The noises she was making prior to this made Red laugh, sighing though his nose as he saw that victory was in his reach.

“Look who’s having fun,” Red started, starting to pant as the thoughts in his head grew stronger, making his pants grow ever so much tighter, “imagining the show playing out in your head, aren’t you? About how everyone’s gonna see me choke you against the wall as I pound you in, about how I’m going to make you gag on my cock like you can’t breathe, about how I’m going to hunt and corner you down like a lost little whelp before I devour you whole and allow the others to listen to your wretched moans, your puny little voice, so helpless under me, aren’t you?” He spine as he felt himself undo his own bottoms, helping himself to some of the pleasure you were also getting. He jacked to the sound of your pitiful cries, using precum as moisture to hold no pain.

“Fuck yourself for me. Hard.” Red panted into his phone, trying not to be too loud. Your eyes, locked shut as you hung onto every word he said, his voice sending you over the edge of ecstasy as the images that he laid in your mind holding hostage like parasites. Y/n shakily began to masturbate, getting a steady quick rhythm after a few pumps of her finger, using her thumb to take her clit. She moaned loudly, feeling tears roll down her cheeks. “I’m so-o-r-y, Red! I-I’m ss-or-rryy-!” “Sorry? For what? What are you sorry for?” You could barely speak, the pleasure was almost too much as this point, as even the air around you felt electric. Your toes curled as they attempted to grab at the sheets under them, the velvety sheets that cursed you as only the physical contact with them was enough to send jolts of pleasure up your body. “B-Being a l-ittle bra-aaat! Pl-leeease Re-ed, please please please-!” He laughed as he felt his own strokes grow faster and more intense as his cock started to leak out onto the restroom floor, his pants almost becoming feral in nature, like he had just run a mile. “Please what you little horny fuck? Please what? Huh?! Answer me you whore!”

You yelped at his words, feeling the pleasure rush to your brain like it was losing blood. You heard him growl in an animalistic manner. “Add another finger if you’re not gonna answer, I’ll make you answer!” Like clockwork, you did as you were told, finding it more difficult to keep a sturdy grip on your phone as your hand jittered. Y/n fucked her soaked leaking cunt as she tried to muster out words to make sentences, but nothing would come out coherent. Every time she tired, Red would laugh and defile her for even trying to speak, knowing what kind of state she was in, being able to speak was the last of her problems. “P-Please Red, please please- pleeease let me cu-umm! Pl-leasse!” You pleaded as you suddenly felt something similar to a spring start to charge in your lower abdomen. “Do you really think you deserve to cum after all you’ve done to me? You whore, you’re not allowed to!” He yelled out in between rough grunts and pants. He was getting close himself as the tip of his cock was covered in precum, the tip being blushed with heat and the rise of blood. “Yell out my name, you dirty girl! I wanna hear you, let the others hear you!” Like automatic, your mouth yelled out the words, “Red Velvet” over and over, like a mantra that was blessed by the devil himself to plague you, to curse you. You were screaming to the hilltops, your throat nearly hurting, your cunt a throbbing mess as it dared to bust. “Red Velvet, please! Pl-lease! I’m-m sorryyy! Let me cuuuummm! I’m sorry!” “Are you my little slut?” “Ye-e-e-sss!” “Answer me confidently, are you my little slut?!” Your voice was about to give out, you could barely see as your hand started to cramp from how long you were going, “Yes! Yes I’m your little slut! I’m Red Velvet’s little slut, please let me cum please please please please!”

As he felt his climax begin to form, he wanted her in his cock so bad, sucking the cum out of him to fill her up, going over and over again to ensure that she was just as filled as the best quality cream puff. “If you cum I will fill you up, do you understand me? I will fill you to the brim and I will not stop until I feel like you’re full. I want to see you full of yourself so bad it hurts me… nnNNGH-!” Both of their voices seemed to interlock before Red Velvet gave out after a few minutes. You kept begging and begging while saying his name over and over and over, humiliating yourself. The air around you had slowly become hot, wrapping around you like a weighted blanket. You could barely take it anymore and you were just about to bust like a gushing volcano about to erupt. But when you finally said those words over the phone, the ones that made you laugh and cry and squirm around to see stars, you couldn’t love him more than you already did.

Y/n came, and oh she came hard. She was waiting for him to say those words to her, demeaning her like the little whore he saw her as. But oh, also little did he know the predicament he put himself in. As y/n’s punishment came to a close, he painted a cleaned up his little mess he made, before saying, “oh we’re not done, when I get back to my portion of the tower, we’re gonna start all over again. Turn that goddamn camera off and get back on the bed and I swear to god, if I find any kind of suspicion that you’ve been touching yourself before I get back, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you and I’m not listening to your cries of mercy do you-“

“AAAAHHHH WHAT THE FUCK- RED GOD- UGH!” Licorice Cookie had yelled as he sped walked off in the opposite direction. Red quickly straightened himself up before hanging up the phone and slowly walking out of the somehow unlocked restroom. Dark Enchantress must have given him a spare key to unlock it. Red Velvet walked after Licorice with somewhat of a worried look about what Licorice had witnessed. “Licorice, you okay?” “FUCK OFF, YA NASTY. EW. GET AWAY FROM ME.” “Bruh cmon-“ “Shut the fuck up man, god I cant even use the bathroom in this bitch!”

And there Red Velvet stood, a flushed and embarrassed man. That bathroom was too echoey and it didn’t even bother to hide the sounds he was making anyway.

Oh well. At least he had you to deal with later. Y/n, his precious little whore.

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[kimi-twstheadcanons]

Savanaclaw on an Amusement Park Date

- Headcanon

Pronouns: They/Them

Note: I will be adding descriptions of outfits in these Headcanons but they are just my opinion, you of course can imagine whatever you please :)

I feel like this man doesn’t like crowded places and loud noise. What made you think he’d like to go to an amusement park? Sure he probably went a few times as a kid, but what makes you think he wants to go now that he’s 20? What could possibly be the reason you want to go anyway?

Oh yeah, because you want to! He also needs to get out in the first place

Leona I feel like would wear a simple dark brown, slightly patterned button up shirt with dark jeans or dress pants, a high ponytail, a watch, and dark brown dress shoes or black sneakers. Maybe a dark color jacket as well? (I honestly can’t tell if he would subconsciously wear something slightly fancy or simply casual…fancy casual?)

All I’m saying is, have fun dragging him around for the first hour. He wouldn’t want to be there at all. Yawning, leaning on tables, not paying attention. Yeah he’d much rather do something with you in a place less... flamboyant

Ah! You get an idea! You drag Leona to one of the games, maybe a sports game or a strength game, games that require aim and strategic thinking like Darts, just to tease him a little. Maybe that’ll get him started

“Wow look at him! I wish you could do that Leona! Hm, nah I don’t think you have the skill to do something like that to win me anything. Let’s just move on.”

His ears perk up. What did you just say? Oh boy, you woke him up now. “Huh?! Oi! Don’t just walk off after sayin’ all that crap! Come on! I’m gonna show you I can win and get you the best prize they got, Herbivore!” Nice job, you got him to do something! Now this is all that’s gonna happen for a while until he catches on

“Oh nice Leona! But I bet you can’t-“

“Oh, shut it, herbivore. I know what you’ve been doing. And ya know, it was pretty smart for a second. But don’t think it’s gonna work from here on out.” He’d say with a smirk

Now that you’ve got him more loose than before he’s more okay with the whole situation a little bit. But that doesn’t mean he won’t complain still. He most likely won’t want to go on rides but I’m sure you can drag him to maybe two or three. If you’re lucky, four

He would absolutely refuse to go on a rollercoaster or any big rides in general. But maybe if you pull your strings right he’d probably consider it

On the terms of food he’d most likely not eat and go home before dinner or eat dinner late by the time you two get back. That or he’d probably wouldn’t care and eat chicken wings or something

Candy is also a no-go. I don’t see him as a person who eats a lot of sweet treats. He may buy you sweets if you want them though, he’s be completely fine with that

I honestly feel like he’d get a big stuffed animal for both him and you or just him. You know, to sleep on and stuff. (He might get a small one for Cheka if he ends up bringing it to the Afterglow Savanna with him. He would do it partly as to not hear Farena talk to him about it and he knew it would make Cheka happy/get Cheka out of him hair)

Try to snap some cute pics of him if you can. They’d be rare if you happen to catch any. Bonus if you are in them too (you beautiful human)

Overall I think it’d either be fun or a bit of a struggle. Depending on his mood of course and the time of day I guess. I don’t think Leona is that bad of a guy. He’s just tough to handle XD

Okay Ruggie would be so fun to hang out with at an amusement park!! Although I feel like he wouldn’t have gone much or sadly at all at an amusement park

I feel like Ruggie has a few clothes that Leona got him so he’d probably wear those instead as to impress you, but really you most likely wouldn’t mind the clothes he’d normally wear. That being said I feel like he’d wear an oversized white shirt tucked into light blue jeans, a light yellow/blue/beige oversized jacket (I can’t decide which color would look best on him), and black sneakers. Maybe some accessories like a simple black bracelet or necklace. Maybe a black bandana or headband.

Like I said Ruggie most likely hasn’t been to an amusement park before. Or if he has it wasn’t for long. Or maybe only once. I feel like Ruggie has gone with some of his old friends from his hometown and/or snuck into one as a child. Sadly they got caught because they weren’t extremely skilled in stealing like they would be now

So going with Ruggie would be a blast! And he gets to actually show off his skills. Albeit skills in the acts of theft but skills nonetheless (I’m not promoting theft I’m just giving Ruggie his credits where it’s due. Don’t steal 👍🏽)

Going with him would be so much fun because he’d not only be okay with every ride but he’s actually the one to run around like an excited little child to go on each ride he could possibly find. “Y/N! Look at that ride! It spins around! OH! Look at that one! It lifts you in the sky! WAIT, LOOK AT THE ROLLERCOASTER! WE HAVE TO GO ON THE ROLLERCOASTER!!” He’d exclaim with so much enthusiasm before grabbing your hand and running to where he wanted to go

With food of course he’d eat anything you two get. Candy or not, he’s eating it. But I can only imagine his face lighting up when he’s eaten something he hasn’t tried before. Him stuffing his cheeks with the said delicious food as you see the life in his eyes start to shine brighter. But because of this I also can’t pick a favorite food for him so let’s just say he loves it all

The games and prizes would be the most fun, because Ruggie would drag you to a game, ask them how to win the best prize they have, and play the game to see if he could actually win it or not. If he was unable to, he’ll play it off and act defeated. Leading the person running the booth to think he’s just like every other customer. You two leave the booth without the prize and he doesn’t seem to care. That is until he reaches into his jacket and pulls out the prize. You question how he was able to steal it and try to tell him to give it back but he cuts you off; “You know I never reveal my tricks. Also, I bet they have a bunch in a box or something somewhere. They won’t miss it.”

You don’t completely approve of his ways but that’s how he grew up to survive. You’ll let it slide this time. But only because it get you plushies and other prizes

Of course your shenanigans won’t last long because Ruggie foiled the wrong worker. He was able to sneak a pretty big prize and as soon as he grabbed it and took it with without the worker realizing it at first he grabbed your hand and speed walked away. He was doing pretty good until the worker yelled at you two, then suddenly Ruggie bolted as fast as he could with you and the big prize in hand. You two were able to sneak and hide your way to the exit and leave without consequences. I’m not sure how you two did it with all the prizes he stole but you did it!

Don’t worry you two were able to take pictures and do all the other fun (couple) experiences before you two left so plenty of memories were kept. But don’t be surprised if there is a sign that said you two are banned from that amusement park for at least a year. You may be, you may not be, who knows

But he had the time of his life with you and don’t get him wrong he took some of the prizes with him as to remember the fun times. But he failed to mention to you that he took at least a bag worth of food as well. Don’t ask me how he was able to sneak it by you, maybe magic or something

But it’s not all for him obviously. He takes it back and give it to some of the kids he lives near. His grandmother to, obviously. As they eat he’d tell them about the amazing date he went on and how he loved the person he went on the date with. Of course he got questions about how it went and he was glad to tell them how fun it was. Of course he’s leaving out the part of how he potentially got you two banned for a while

He probably has gone to an amusement park before with his parents or with his younger siblings. He would love to go with you but just a warning, he would be a little bit overprotective

Jack would wear something like a thick dark grey jacket with furr in the inside, Timberlands-like shoes, Jeans, a grey V-neck, and a grey beanie (bonus if he brings hot cocoa or your favorite beverage when he picks you up)

Going to an amusement park with Jack would be such a nice experience. Somehow, throughout all the chaos and chatter of the park, he made it a calming yet exciting experience

He would hold your hand and as you two talked on your way to rides. He’d willingly let you take pictures of him at any moment just so his mind would know that you have him with you always. He’s willing to bond with you on this day, no matter what it takes

Jack likes rides, he just wouldn’t be up for the rollercoaster first. But he would also feel embarrassed to go on the small rides, so he’d mostly stick to winning you things from games rather than waiting in line for rides that’ll take up most of your time

Speaking of games; his favorite ones that you can see him smile on the most are the ones that show off his strength. As you can imagine you’ll spend some time at the High Striker. The minute he spots that game he’ll drag you to it and tell you to sit tight while you watch him hit the mallet onto the end of the contraption, sending the score high and ringing the bell at the top with the very first strike. You were happy and excited to get the prize, but not the bit of surprised since you know Jack’s strength. The big smile on his face when he hands you the prize is precious

On the topic of food, he wouldn’t eat much of the food they’d have. He’s probably last the whole date with a drink. He’d buy you what’s food, snack, or candy you wanted though. When you try to refuse and pay for it yourself his response is “I’m the one who asked you to spend time with me. It’s only fair I buy you things since it was my idea. Plus it’s just food, I really don’t mind at all.”

Photos and momentous are very welcomed with him but he’d probably be blushing most of the time, either from embarrassment or bashfulness, it depends on the moment. I’m not sure what you two would but but probably some cute keychains or something

About Photos, he would allow them mostly, as long as you’re in them as well. Sometimes you might be able to snap a pic without him looking and get some pretty cute pictures. He’d actually sneak pictures of you, maybe about three. But he would ask how if you looked okay in them so you know he took them. He’d keep them either way just for himself. You make him soft, as much as he refuses to admit it out loud, but he knows it

In general it’s a fun time and he’d be very fun and try his best to loosen up for you to make the experience more comfortable. When he gets home his younger siblings would probably notice the little things he bought and get mad at him for going to the amusement park without them. His parents would be able to feel something changed about their eldest son. Nothing bad, but something new. If he didn’t want to talk about you then they won’t force him, but I feel like he’d throw a compliment about you around them here and there. Jack is a very trustable person, so there’s no doubt that he’s a trustable son. Whoever he’s spending his time with, his parents trust that you must be some kind of angel

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland Leona Kingscholar #twisted wonderland Ruggie Bucchi #twisted wonderland Jack Howl #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst jack #Leona Kingscholar #Ruggie Bucchi #Jack Howl #Savanaclaw #twst disney #twisted wonderland headcanons

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Sunshine & Rainbows — an Alfie Solomons x original character story — Chapter 12

18+ NSFW - minors don’t interact 🙅🏻‍♀️

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CHAPTER 12: fucking speechless

Word count: 4342

TW: language typical of Peaky Blinders, smutty smut, and a touch of fluff

Our favourite couple heads to Birmingham. Alfie struggles to express his emotions, Livy wreaks havoc, and Thomas Shelby is not amused. 

"What the fuck is this?"

"What the fuck is what?" echoes Alfie, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I thought your people were supposed to be knowledgeable about animals. It's a fucking dog, mate."

"I know it's a dog, Alfie," replies Thomas, his tone measured as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "But what the fuck is it doing in my house?"

Alfie snorts, his gaze seeking out Livy from across the room. She's drinking tea from a chipped porcelain cup, her head bowed, deep in conversation with an older woman. One of Tom's kin, he assumes, judging from the air of Shelby arrogance. Livy looks shockingly out of place, glowing like the light at the end of a tunnel, her bright crimson hair in sharp contrast with the dark, dusty room. 

For what feels like the hundredth time today, he wonders if he made a mistake bringing her here. His pride is sore after asking Thomas for help, and he has half a mind to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to Camden Town. But then a vision of her half-naked body, painted in blood, flashes behind his eyes and quickly shuts down any lingering doubts.

"Right, well, your lot are shifty fuckers, ain't they?" he finally replies. 

"Alfie—"

"Nah, don't start with me, mate, 'cause I know what I fucking know. Filthy bastards, all of ya." 

Alfie's eyes narrow, an unspoken warning written all over his face. It's a look of legend, one that earned him the title of Mad Baker—known to have made many a man lose control of his bladder. 

But Thomas fucking Shelby is no ordinary man, barely blinking as he removes a cigarette from his silver case, rolling it once across his lips before setting it alight. A plume of smoke dances between them as he waves his hand expectantly. 

Alfie grunts, mildly irritated by the Blinder's lack of reaction, before nodding in Livy's direction. "Now, that woman there, she can take care of herself. Don't let her size fool you." His voice drops dangerously. "'Cause Thomas, piss her off, and she might just cut off your cock. I've seen what she's capable of, and trust me, mate. You don't want to know."

A proud smile creeps across his face as he recalls finding that wop with his throat slit and crotch mutilated. That's my good girl. He had his men dump the naked body in the street as a final act of humiliation—and a warning to anyone who dares touch what belongs to him. She exists for his eyes, his hands, and his heart only. He hasn't found the courage to tell her yet, but it doesn't matter because he knows it, in the same way he knows the sun will rise with each new day. And after the stupid fucking mistake he made with Sabini, there isn't anything he wouldn't do to keep her safe. 

"But I'm not a betting man," Alfie continues. "Unlike you, I leave nothing to chance. This dog here is an insurance policy if you will. His name is Cyril, and he stays with her. Everywhere she goes, he goes too."

"No one is going to touch your girl, Alfie." Thomas inhales deeply from his cigarette, considering his words before continuing. "I agreed she could stay, but the dog is off the table."

"Off the table?" repeats Alfie, his hands resting loosely on his cane as he leans forward to speak directly into the smaller man's ear. "Listen, sweetie, need I remind you what happened at the Eden Club, thanks to that idiot fucking brother of yours? All brawn and no brains, that one. You're lucky I don't have him skinned alive and made into a fucking flag to fly above my bakery as a warning to other daft cunts. 

"But I just happen to be in a forgiving fucking mood, so here's what's going to happen." Alfie pauses to jab him in the chest. "You will take my fucking dog, you will put on a fucking smile, and you will make sure Livy enjoys her fucking time in this fucking wasteland you call home. Alright, mate?" he concludes, sounding almost cheerful as he straightens up and pats Thomas on the shoulder. 

"It will cost you."

"Yeah, yeah—put another tonne on my bill," snorts Alfie as he brushes by Thomas, signalling the end of the conversation. 

It's unlike him to concede so readily; usually, he's a ruthless negotiator, refusing to leave even a schilling on the table. But today, Alfie's more concerned about wasting time than coin, keenly aware of the clock ticking, inching closer to the hour when he'll leave and she'll stay. It's only a week, but the thought of being away from her now that he finally has her in his bed tugs painfully at the heartstrings he only recently discovered exist. 

Livy senses his presence, looking up as he crosses the room with Cyril faithfully by his side. She flashes a warm smile that he can't help returning, despite his reluctance to show affection around business associates. As always, the rules go out the window when it comes to her. 

"Alfie, have you met Polly Gray?" asks Livy, her cheeks rosy and eyes bright, clearly pleased to be in the company of the dark-haired woman.

Of course, he thinks, recalling her fondness for gypsies. This one looks like the queen of them all, with wild curls framing her elegant features and a hawk-like stare that warns him to tread carefully. But Alfie being Alfie, decides to test the waters. 

"Mrs Gray, is it?" he questions cooly.

His tone earns him a stern look from Livy, but Polly looks amused, standing and inhaling deeply from her cigarette before replying. "My maiden name is Shelby, Mr Solomons. It will do you well to remember that."

Alfie grunts, secretly pleased to be proven correct. The Shelbys are powerful, but men are stupid, easily led astray by whiskey and their cocks. He should know, and he's not ashamed to admit it. Livy will be safer with another strong woman to look after her; her safety is all that matters. 

"Well, Mrs Gray formerly Shelby, would you be so kind as to show us where she'll be sleeping? I have her bags and a bed for the dog."

"For fucks sake," mutters Thomas, still unhappy about Cyril, a dog that apparently travels with his own fucking bed. As a gypsy, he does have a connection with animals, and it tells him this one will be a pain in the arse, much like his owner. 

But his grumbling only earns him a smirk from Alfie, a raised brow from Polly, and a giggle from Livy as she reaches down to pat the creature in question. 

"That's a good boy, Cyril," she coos, causing the pup's tail to wag at the same furious pace as his owner's heart, which races at the sight of them together. 

"Mr Solomons, Livy … and Cyril. If you'll follow me," announces Polly, leading the strange trio out of the kitchen, up the narrow stairs, and into the belly of the Shelby family home. 

— • — • —

"Fucking hell," barks Alfie as the door slams behind him. He drops her bag and frowns, taking in the small bed, the threadbare furnishings, and the stained walls. "I've seen prison cells more welcoming than this. I'm not leaving you here."

"Alfie," soothes Livy, reaching for his arm. "It's fine, darling. Trust me, I've seen much worse."

His face softens. "I don't give a fuck what you've seen, pet. I know what you deserve, and it ain't this. I change my fucking mind. C'mon, let's get you out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere," she protests as he pulls her off the bed and into his arms. "You told me yourself that I'm safer in Birmingham." 

Her fingers trail the broad planes of his chest before tangling in the unruly hair at the base of his neck. "This room is more than suitable for a short stay, and you know it," Livy whispers, pulling him closer. "I think you're just afraid you'll miss me too much, hmmm?"

Alfie scoffs because, damn fucking straight, he’ll miss her. He's all too aware of the truth behind her words, and the mere thought of leaving her sparks something primal, a heady mix of desire and fear, deep in his gut. 

Without thinking, he spins her around, boxing her small frame against the wall, caging her with his arms. He can feel her heaving breasts against his chest and is suddenly overwhelmed by a desperate need to claim her, to mark her as his own, and—dare he hope—to be claimed in return. 

"Livy," he growls, his voice low and gravely as her hands go still and her eyes go wide. She looks up at him expectantly, and he wants to tell her more than anything he's ever wanted to say in his dumb fucking life. 

But instead, he's left to choke on his frustration because he can't get the damn words out. Alfie wants to laugh at the irony because he knows his reputation, yet here he is, fucking speechless. 

With a sigh, he gives up and gives in, crushing his lips to hers. Alfie is where he is in life because, unlike most men, he understands his limitations and works around them. If he can't communicate his love because his useless tongue refuses to cooperate, he'll use it to show her in other, more pleasurable ways. 

Or at least he would if his fucking dog wasn't pressed against her skirts, growling at him with his lips pulled back and teeth bared. 

Under different circumstances, he'd be thrilled to see Cyril hovering protectively over Livy but now is not the fucking time. Alfie snarls and bares his own teeth as he orders the dog into the corner (where he has a very comfortable bed waiting for him). But when he refuses, Alfie doesn't hesitate to grab the hulking canine by the collar and shove him out into the hall. 

The poor pup whines as the door slams in his face, and Livy frowns in protest, but Alfie is having none of it. Instead, he buries himself in her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, walking with her until her knees hit the bed, and she falls backwards. 

"Alfie, are we really doing this now?" she squeals, but her protest is weak to both their ears. 

"Yes," he answers, his voice muffled as he disappears beneath her skirts. Livy giggles as his beard brushes against the delicate skin of her thigh, but it quickly turns to a low moan when he pushes aside the flimsy cotton, revealing her slick centre. He leans forward, dragging his tongue through her folds, heart thundering because she's always so fucking wet and ready for him. Only for him, he vows as he wraps his arms around her legs, spreading her wide and pinning her against the mattress. 

Somewhat greedily, like a man starved, he swirls his tongue around her clit, worshipping the swollen bud and marvelling at the way her body responds. Somewhere in the distance, he can hear the sweet sound of her whimpering, and it's beautiful. She's so fucking beautiful, all of her unravelling beneath him, and yet again, he finds himself thanking god because he knows there exists no universe where a man like him deserves a woman like her. He slips a finger inside her, then another, shuddering at her tight, velvety warmth, further proof of this fucking miracle. 

A cool breeze caresses his hot skin as Livy gathers her skirts. His tongue is still buried deep between her thighs, but he raises his eyes to meet her golden gaze, and his entire body is set alight by what he finds; passion, desire—and maybe, just maybe, something else. But before he can say for sure, her eyes shut, and her head falls back. A loud moan, one surely heard by all the residents of the house, escapes her lips as her thighs tremble violently around his head. He can feel her cresting, calling his name as she pulses around his fingers, and it just about does him in. 

Sweet fucking perfection. 

Alfie pulls back, pressing soft kisses against her thigh, her knee, the delicate bone of her ankle, before standing and finding her mouth, red and slightly swollen from where she's been biting her lip. He lingers, knowing she can taste herself on him and finds himself getting impossibly harder. 

His desire is almost painful now, and Livy seems to sense it, or more likely, feels it pressing firmly against her hip. Her nimble fingers quickly find and release his massive erection, and he groans, rocking gently against her warm palm as she strokes him, the friction sending shivers down his spine. 

But he needs more, and when he remembers he'll be leaving her alone in this god-awful town, it's like a switch is flipped. Alfie stands quicker than a man his age should be able to, especially after kneeling on the floor with a bad hip. But he's numb to everything but the desperate need to possess her as he lifts her body, spins her around and bends her over the edge of the bed. 

She gracefully positions herself with her head down and hips up, submitting in a way that feeds the feral side of him—the dark side that takes and maims and murders for no reason other than to serve his own selfish need for accumulation. But as he strokes a finger down her spine and watches her body open even further, he realises with some shock that he no longer has any interest in fulfilling anyone's needs but hers. 

Well, except for one obvious need of his own—and with that thought, he slides inside her, his knees nearly buckling as the intense sensations wash over him. In this position, he's deeper than ever before, but his pleasure almost pales against the depth of newfound emotion. Almost. Add the visual feast of his swollen cock disappearing beneath her perfectly rounded bottom, and he has to bite his lip to keep from finishing on the spot. 

"Fuck, Livy. You'll be the death of me," Alfie manages to grunt once he claws back a modicum of control.

She peeks over her shoulder and smiles up at him. "You always say that, Alfie, but you're still alive."

He responds by thrusting hard, driving her face into the bed because he's no longer capable of communicating with anything other than grunts and mumbled curses. She moans, signalling her own cognitive decline, and Alfie curls protectively over her body, pressing small kisses into her shoulder as his hand finds the sweet spot between her legs. 

Livy whimpers again, her pleasure building quickly with the dual stimulation of his cock and fingers, and Alfie can feel himself trembling with anticipation. He's never felt or seen another woman who comes quite like she does, with such complete abandon—and to prove his point, she falls over the edge and drags him with her. Her walls pulsate, milking him in a way that's so fucking intense he forgets to breathe until suddenly he finds himself collapsed against her and gasping for air. 

After a much-needed moment to collect himself, he rolls on his side and pulls her along, wrapped tightly in his arms. They lie together in silence, enjoying the afterglow until Livy suddenly spins to face him. 

"Alfie, Cyril!" she exclaims, her eyes wide with concern. 

He chuckles under his breath. "I'll find the mutt in a minute. He can't be in too much trouble; he's supposed to be your fucking guard dog."

"Does that mean … I'm staying?" 

The air is tense as she strokes his cheek, but her touch is as gentle as her tone, a tender acknowledgment of his inner struggle. It's yet another reason he loves her so much. Despite all his grumbling, it's not his decision to make, and it's a courtesy of her to even ask. 

But Alfie knows what he has to say. Despite being a possessive man, used to taking control of damn near everything, he treads carefully with her. Experience tells him that pushing too hard will only drive her away. 

"If that's what you want, love," he finally answers, somewhat reluctantly, as he drops a kiss on her forehead. "For one week, yeah? You can go play with the gypsies, telling fortunes or whatever it is you lot get up to." 

Alfie grunts when she pokes him hard in the rib. "Fucking hell, woman," he growls as he pulls away, but then he softens at the affection written on her face. Once again, he's close to telling her, so fucking close—but men are shouting, his dog is barking, and she's shoving him out of bed. 

"Go. Cyril, now," Livy demands, and he has no choice but to go save his idiot fucking beast. 

— • — • —

Monday, 6:02 am

The sun has just begun its accent over the horizon, painting his office in subtle shades of pink and gold, but Alfie's in no mood to appreciate or even notice. 

It's been 36 hours—not even two fucking days—since he left Livy in Birmingham, and he can't think about anything but her. And yes, she's been a distraction since the moment she walked through his fucking door, but not like this. He can't eat, he can't sleep, and he can't work unless he's planning for Epsom because the only thing he cares about is taking down the wop at the centre of all of this. 

And, of course, her. Alfie cares for her so much that it physically fucking hurts, but she's so woven into the fabric of his being now that it no longer feels necessary to point out, in the same way one doesn't need to explain the mechanics of breathing. She's part of him now, and her pain is his pain, which is why he hopes Sabini has the balls to show up at Epsom, so he can shoot him in the fucking face. He perks up slightly, imagining the carnage when the phone rings. 

His heart leaps at the prospect of hearing her voice (because who else would be calling at this early hour), but then the depressing sound of a Brummie accent comes rumbling down the line. 

"Good morning, Alfie."

He grunts. "Is it, mate?"

"No, actually, it's not," replies Thomas, sounding quite thoroughly irritated, a remarkable display of emotion from the usually stone-faced Blinder. "I got dragged out of bed at three in the morning last night. And do you want to know why?"

"Not really—"

"Because a certain redhead downed half a bottle of rum and decided to go horseback riding down Watery Lane with your beast of a dog chasing at her heels."

"What the fuck, Tom," barks Alfie. "I thought you had men fucking watching her—"

"And not just any horse, Alfie," continues Thomas, cutting him off again. "Livy and her partner in crime, Esme, decided to take out a racehorse." A cigarette is lit, and he inhales deeply. "And not just any fucking racehorse, oh no. She chooses the horse I'm sending to Epsom this Saturday to go joyriding, on the cobblestones, in the middle of the night. With Cyril in pursuit, barking his fucking head off and waking up the whole goddamn town."

"Right. Well, Thomas, thank you for sharing. I'm fucking delighted that you decided to call at the crack of fucking dawn to tell me about your horses. Really, I am. Maybe next time I come to Birmingham, I'll let you brush my fucking hair, and you can tell me more." Alfie pauses, his voice dropping dangerously. "But right now, what I want to know, is where are the FUCKING MEN who are supposed to be watching her?"

"I told you there is nothing to worry about while she's under my protection. Men were watching, but apparently, she doesn't fucking listen. How surprising," he mutters disapprovingly. "You can rest assured, Alfie, that no one will touch her unless I decide to put her over my knee for stealing my—"

"Watch your fucking mouth, Thomas, because if you even THINK of putting your grimy hands near her," Alfie's temper has made an appearance and now he's yelling down the line, "I will burn your entire fucking city to the ground. And over what, a few women having a drink and a bit of fun? Get your shit together, and tell her to call me when she wakes up."

He slams down the phone and stares at it, his blood boiling in his ears. But then he pictures Thomas fucking Shelby chasing his prized racehorse down the street at three in the morning with Cyril hot on his heels, and his mood considerably improves. 

Maybe today won't be that bad after all. 

— • — • —

Wednesday, 6:54 am 

"Alfie."

Sigh. 

"Thomas."

"I know you like to dress like you just rolled out of a gutter, but some of us take pride in our appearance."

"Is that so, mate? And did you decide to call at," Alfie pauses to look at his watch, "6:54 in the fucking morning to lecture me about my wardrobe choices?"

"No." There's a sharp inhale of a cigarette before Thomas continues. "I'm calling to add another tonne to your bill. Three pairs of leather shoes, imported from France, destroyed by your mutt."

"Cyril?"

"Yes."

"Well, Tom. Here's the thing. It couldn't have been my dog."

"No?"

"Nah, mate. He can't stand French food. You know, on account of the war and all."

Silence. 

"Maybe it's one of those bitches you brought home? I've heard a lot about Birmingham women—"

The line goes dead, and Alfie makes a mental note to send Ollie to the butcher before Cyril gets home. 

Good dog. 

— • — • —

Friday, 3:43 pm

"Sir?"

"Fucking what?" bellows Alfie from deep on the factory floor. He's seconds from breaking David's face for delaying today's shipment, a costly mistake at the best of times, currently made worse because his bill in Birmingham is blowing out by the fucking minute. 

"There's a call for you," Ollie shouts back. 

"Tell that fucking gypsy—"

"It's the redhead, sir."

Right, then…

Alfie shoots David a hard look, but the dumb fuck is already on his knees, thanking god for the interruption that saved his teeth. He's tempted to smash them anyway, lest the lads think he's gone soft, but maybe they have a point because he doesn't want to keep her waiting. 

He hurries to the office and picks up the phone, heart racing when he hears her familiar voice sing out. 

"Hello, darling!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Have you been behaving yourself?" There's a pause, and despite the distance, Alfie can practically see the sheepish look on her face. "Livy?" he threatens playfully. "What now, pet?"

"Well … I think I may have upset Thomas."

Alfie nearly snorts because that ship has long sailed but manages to maintain his composure. 

"Why do you say that, love?"

"Well, you know I used to travel with Esme Lee? Of course, you do." Livy laughs nervously, answering her own question. "We have similar … passions. Johnny taught us both."

"Right …" prompts Alfie as he leans back in his chair, dropping his feet on the desk. 

He has a good feeling about this and smiles as Livy goes on to weave a story about a late night at the Garrison that somehow involved the girls throwing knives and using the Blinder's signature caps for target practice. 

"It was just a bit of fun, darling. You know I have excellent aim, and so does Esme! In fact, I must ask her to demonstrate when you're in town. Anyway, we were there with John—her husband, who I quite like—along with Polly and Arthur."

Alfie growls at the mention of the eldest Shelby, but she ignores him. 

"We were all having a lovely time! But then comes Thomas, and you know how he is." Livy groans and he can picture her burying her face in her hands. "He was grumpy about having a dog in the pub, and yes, I suppose I should have asked before using his cap for my turn—"

Alfie sputters, practically spitting a glass of water across the desk as her words sink in. 

"Livy, love—did you throw a knife at Thomas Shelby's head?" He wonders if the man’s in hospital, that would explain why he hasn't heard from him today. 

"Not his head, Alfie. His cap! It was part of the game. Anyway, he's fine. He went riding this morning, mumbling something about needing fresh air. Polly says he's under a lot of stress."

This time Alfie can't hold back his snort. "I'm sure he's fine, pet. Enough about that sour fuck. Tell me about you, love." The following words slip out before he can catch them. "Missing me?"

Missing me? Alfie wants to smack himself because he sounds like a pathetic schoolboy, but then he hears her soft sigh against his ear. 

"It's been a long week, darling. I'm having a lovely time with Esme, Polly, and even the boys …."

"But," he prompts, trying desperately not to sound too eager (and, in all likelihood, failing). 

"But it's too long, Alfie. I want to come home."

Home. His heart swells because this is her fucking home, here with him. He already knows it, like he knows his name, but hearing the words come out of her mouth is everything he needs to hear. 

Well, except for three other little words that he still can't find the courage to say, but he will, he promises himself. 

When she comes home. 

Home to him. 

"Soon, love. Very fucking soon. You give Cyril a big hug from me, yeah? And I'll see you tomorrow. You'll be home before you know it."

"Alright, Alfie. I …" she trails off, and he swears his heart skips a beat. "I'll see you then." 

And with that, Livy hangs up the phone. 

#livy x alfie #alfie solomons #peaky blinders alfie #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons smut #alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons x ofc #alfie solomons fluff #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fandom #peaky blinders

[jihyuniepark]

Done With Life Or Nah?

Thank you so much for supporting part one. I'm really glad you guys like it a lot. So here's another part for you guys to enjoy

Summary: You're already losing yourself. But what happens if someone you love and you thought cares about you, hurt you? You already feel like ending it all, maybe he could help you. Help you end everything. The pain, the suffering. After all, he didn't really love you right? Or maybe you could start a new life?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(it's on part one), angst, suicidal thoughts. (Tell me if I need to add anything else)

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Maybe- "Y/n~" a voice shocks you before you could even use the knife. 'Toga' you thought, putting the knife away 'maybe not today' you quickly made your way to the door. "Yeah? Need something?" You raised an eyebrow at her. Brows furrowed at the way she had her hair down. She grins sheepishly and nodded her head. "You know how Kurogiri went out a couple days ago right?. He wants to meet ya" an awkward silence falls upon both of you. You nodded your head and followed Toga to meet Kurogiri.

"Hello dear. I guess you already know that I ask Toga to bring you here" he questioned which you nodded as an agreement. "Well regarding you um- hands" he stops abruptly and chuckles nervously as he can feel Dabi throwing daggers at him. "Would appreciate it if you stop looking at me like that" he mumbled before continuing "I bought a lil present for you" he brought out a box and put it in front of you. Silently asking you to open it. So you did with a little struggle of course, you only have one perfect hand anyway. Inside you see robotic hands if that even makes sense "I thought it would be great for you. Plus it is also built to handle a quirk so you can still use it with your immobilised hands". He went on nervously but stopped when he saw tears in yours eyes "Why my dear do you not like it? I'm sorry I thought you would like since you know-" he shut his mouth when you made your way towards him and hugged him as tightly as you can "Thank you Kuku you're the best" while wailing in happiness that someone actually thought about you other than Dabi and Toga of course.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Dabi's soft smiles but it seems like you're not the only one "Someone smiling" Toga yells teasingly "Shut up you psychopath" Dabi rolled his eyes while Toga giggled as a reply. "Awwwww someone getting soft" "I said shut the fuck up"

You can feel the warmth in your chest blooming. This is the feeling that you've been wanting to feel. The feeling of being cared for, appreciated and happy. The suicidal thought is now being pushed at the back of your mind. At the moment, you want to savour the feelings and memories forever. A laugh interrupted from you by watching those two bickering tears of happiness forming in your eyes.

Everyone went quiet for a hot second before they followed you. "There's the laugh I've been waiting for" Dabi mumbled. He's happy for you to finally find a light in your life even if it is the slightest bit of lighting. His eyes snap at the door near the meeting room, he can see the door opened the slightest bit and a bit of blue hair can be seen. He bit his words and let it died in his mouth, not wanting to ruin this mood. After all his favourite girl is finally out of her shell.

As you are retreating to your room, a voice calls out for you "You don't want to try it on?". You turned your back to see Dabi raising his eyebrows while drinking some wine "Didn't know you're a wine man" "There are a lot you don't know about me, princess" he chuckles. "Yeah Y/n try it! I bet it will look so cool! Or ugly. Sorry, my bad!" Twice yell. All of them look so eager to see you try it out. You take a deep breath "Does it need to be charged tho?" You ask Kurogiri. Silent takes over the room before once again the laugh interrupted. "Just imagine it ran out of battery while on the battlefield" spinner snickers. "Stop I can't" you laugh out loud. Even Kurogiri smiles widely at the accusations "Don't worry my dear. It uses batteries, pretty sure it could last almost a year" "That's good to know. I don't know what will happen if what spinner says happened" you giggled. "I'll be there to rescue you princess" Dabi says teasingly makes you roll your eyes "Sure Sure"

Slowly you connect the robotic hand with your left hand. Turn it on and double check to make sure it is on the right way. After a couple minutes, you try to light a fire and it "It works!" Toga exclaims excitedly. "Try to change the colour dear" Mr. Compress asked. You immediately change it to a blur colour almost like Dabi's fire. "I am impressed Kurogiri. I wonder where you got this from" You asked. He smiles in response while giving a sign that it is a secret. "Now we could go on a mission together! Not that I want to. Sorry!" Twice smiles. You nod while smiling brightly.

"Now who wants some food?"

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It is almost midnight when you sit on the rail on the rooftop. Breathing and taking in the beautiful scenery of Japan. You can't help but think about Dabi. The way he is always taking care of you. The way it treats you like you're the most fragile thing in the world. So soft and passionate. You smile while looking at the sky. Your body shivers by the cold breeze that hits your bare skin. The more you think about him. The more you feel like he's something to you. What are these feelings? Adoration? Love? Friends? Respect? You shook your head to clear up your mind.

You close your eyes, breathing in the fresh air. You barely notice the sounds of the door opening and the sound of heavy footsteps running towards you before all of the sudden you are being pulled back into a warm embrace. Snapping you out of your trance "What the fuck, Princess? Trying to get yourself killed?!" He yelled and you immediately recognised his voice,Dabi. "Woah there. A little warning next time perhaps-?" "Warning?! You are the one that needs to warn me!" "What? I did nothing!" "Yeah? Almost giving me a heart attack by sitting on the rail?" "You do it all the time, Dabi" you rolled your eyes, getting annoyed at this one fine hypocrite of a man. "That's a different story" "Same" "Different" "SAME" "Alright princess you win this time. Next time it's mine". You laughed happily at your win. He smiled obviously glad to see you all smiling again.

"You okay?" Dabi asked. You sighed "Just thinking about it" you replied, snuggling more into his warmth and he let you. "You shouldn't. Just forget about it. Continue with your life" "I couldn't help but think if I could have done it differently you know like" you stop abruptly noticing the side eyes he is giving you. "What?" "I'd rather have you all to myself princess " you blush at his response. Butterfly dancing in your stomach. "Dabi-" "Touya" you looked at him confused, a frown clearly on your face.

Straining your neck in the process. "It's, it's my name princess" he looked away face red. You frown gradually turning into a grin. "Touya?" You tested the name on your tongue. A shiver went through him at the sounds of his name. It's been such a long time since someone said it. "What's the occasion?" "Just making you as a special someone" You turned around so quick to look at him. "Dabi- Touya? What?" "So what's the answer princess?" Your heart beats for him and only for him. "Are you joking around?" There were tears in your eyes threatening to fall down. "No I'm not".

You smile at him, putting your face closer. When your lips meet and he's kissing you softly like he scares you're going to break. Both of you pull away for air "Does that answer it?" You giggle. "Hmmm I don't know. Maybe you need to try again" he smiled softly. His nose is touching yours as he watches you laugh. "That's not good. I need to show you more"

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Thank you so much for reading this🥰 I really hope you like it. I'm sorry for the late update. Life has been hectic recently. I'm not sure if I can accept some request but I'll find time to do it if you do Requests. This is basically the happy ending but if you want more extending one be sure to let me know. I'm working on the sad one so please do wait for that one. Love you guys ❣️

#bhna angst #mha angst #bnha imagines #lov mha #mha x you #mha imagines #mha x reader #dabi bhna #dabi fluff #touya fluff #mha touya #touya todoroki #bnha touya #mha fluff #mha #dabi mha #mha dabi #dabi x reader maybe? #shigaraki x you #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader angst #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri #twice mha

[dee-voss]

When: late evening, May, 1973 Where: 106th General Hospital, Kishine Barracks, Yokohama, Japan

Like clockwork. Dee glanced up from the cigarette he'd been lighting, vision spotting out from the glow - but good enough to know it was Dr. Collins making her way across the hospital's greenish lawn for her late break, a newspaper under her arm. Like always, when they met up out here. A habit that'd started to form, between them. Maybe it was just whatever raggedy shreds of pride he had left, but - something in him figured they might both need whatever this was, in their own way. That it wasn't just her taking some sorta fucking pity on another broke-down and broke-up-with veteran-to-be she shared the ward with. Nah. She was too practical for that shit. If he'd read her right. And Dee was too practical to turn down the company.

On another day, she'd have got the usual Loony Tunes hello: What's up, Doc? But he could guess. Her blood pressure, he'd figure. What with how Baker'd gone, just... God, hours ago. That long. That little. Dee'd already got handed his share in the dead man's effects - that lighter, etched special the first time they got leave in Saigon. What had Dr. Collins got? Nothing, maybe, besides another stack of paperwork and the grief of a medic. Different than a grunt's, or anyone else's, it seemed to him. Not less. Just different, the ache of it cutting in from its own particular angle. He wouldn't pretend to understand it any more than that.

Dee snapped the lighter shut across the palm of his bad hand, and, dragging deep as he could stand, kept the smoke and a rough cough caged up in his chest, the back of those crooked knuckles pressed tight to his mouth. He took a coarse, 24-grit kind of breath, good elbow on his good knee where he'd been waiting, sunk into one of the barracks-cheap chairs some saint had left out. It was just the two of them out here, in the twilight; them and that Yamaha Charlie had shoved at him, anyway, still in the case, close by. He'd have tried playing some, but. Christ. Every song that'd come to mind had been something Baker would've asked for. If he was still around to ask for anything.

Dee gave the doctor a loose salute as she came up, then circled that cigarette. "You won't rat me out, hey?" Head Nurse Hamilton would kick his head in. Jesus, son. You want those lungs well done, is that it? Didn't inhale enough goddamn smoke out there, already? "Figured I could get away with one. Today." Just for himself. Not for Baker; he couldn't do shit for his bootcamp buddy, now. And neither could Dr. Collins. It'd be eating her worse, he'd bet. You got used to helplessness, in the burn unit; patients and doctors, both. But they probably felt that real different, too.

@marajunecollins

#stillwater: doc #stillwater: doc: one

[rayniscatstatue]

Prompt request by @literaturewithliz

“Detention was worth it”

Word count: 722

Prompt: 16. “Your lips are soft…”

Character relationships: Sophie Foster and Fitz Vacker (romantic), Fitz Vacker and Keefe Sencen (platonic)

Description: Just Sofitz first kiss that earns the 2 detention. Keefe has questions, Biana has makeup tips. *dramatic sigh* okay. *locks self in room to write*

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Sophie’s pov-

Everyone has already left study hall as I am packing my stuff away. I just wanted to finish my homework so I don't have to do it at home. I would say it is about 20 minutes past the time the bell rang.

"Miss Foster, you have to leave now!" I hear the teacher shouting at me.

"I'm going." I roll my eyes as I get out of my seat and turn my heel towards the door. I make my way into the hallway to my locker.

The halls are empty but a few students stand around the leap master.

I finally find my locker as I lick the sensor. Elwin actually made it taste like Lushberry juice this time.

"Thank goodness it tastes nice." I chuck my books in as I shut the locker.

"Why are you still here?" I hear a voice behind me. I know that voice.

Fitz.

"Just wanted to finish up my homework." I shrug as I stand up and turning around. "Why are you still here?"

"J-just wanted to wait for you." He runs a hand through his hair.

"Cute." I tease him. Grady is right, I am spending too much time with Keefe. Oops.

"Could I kiss you right now?" He questions me. I look up at the taller boy in front of me. "Sophie, I'm sorry if that was too far."

I nod my head, once.

Fitz cups my cheek as he pulls me in. His lips connecting to mine. They are soft, that's all I know.

I pull back. "Wasn't that just your first kiss?" I trail my hand down his chin.

"Y-yeah. You didn't mind the kiss right?" A red flash creeps up his cheeks. I can tell that he is embarrassed.

"Nah, at least we can finally kiss after what happened with Silveny interrupting." I chuckle as I grab his collar, pulling him back in.

He starts to murmur between kisses “finally.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss “don’t.” Kiss. “Know.” Kiss. “How.” Kiss “long.” He pulls back. “I have been waiting for.

“Your lips are soft…” The words come out of my mouth as he pins me to the locker behind me.

“I-I…” He is flustered, like hella flustered.

We are both flustered honestly. He starts to kiss me again as I loosely wrap my arms around his neck. His lips start to trail down my neck as I lean my head back against my locker.

A mark is definitely going to be left there. That’s when he brings his lips up to kiss mine again. They connect as time seems to stop. A spark going through me.

“You kids need to go home, detention for a week!” I here that familiar voice as Fitz stumbles back. He flings himself as far as possible.

“Sorry.” I tell Leto as he hands us both a detention slip. “Vacker’s first detention, earned for making out with a girl.” I pull out my home crystal.

“Shut up.” I hear him say as I glitter away.

Fitz’s pov-

"Come on!" Keefe grabs my hand, pulling me to the cafeteria.

"I can't, got detention." I pull my hand away from my bets friend.

"Back up, what happened? Why dose Fitz have detention? What did you do?" Keefe practically screams it to the hallway.

"Gotta go." I turn my heel. Can't tell him that it was for making out with Sophie after school hours.

I attempt to find my way to detention. Never done this before.

"Oh my gosh, your lost." I hear a familiar voice as she grabs onto my wrist and drags me.

"S-Sophie?" I question as she guides me to the detention room.

"That's my name, Elizabeth Foster on the end." She takes my hand as we walk into detention. Everyone turning their heads towards me.

Gossip, so much gossip will happen.

All because I walked into detention hand in hand with Sophie Foster. Me, Fitz Vacker. In detention.

She casually sits down at a desk as if she has claimed the place. "W-where do I sit?" I stutter on my words.

"Maybe next to your girlfriend!" I hear someone shout.

"That's enough!" The mentor shouts as I take a seat on a desk next to Sophie.

The gossip running through the room. Soon to be down the halls and to my friends.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfic #kotlc fic #sophitz #sophitz fic #sophie foster #fitz vacker

[joshrgomez]

its stereotypical that Mexican men still haggle their women. I know fucking well that asian's do that shit even more. The reason that doesnt apply to black women or people. More deep I dont give a single fuck to talk about it. Basically the Government made it to where the African American race is disrespected. Where African American women make more and are in their children's life more. They arent going to listen unless someone shows them. Too much drama. Again I dont want to talk about that. Thats their drama. I respect them cause I respect myself and let them handle their own shit. Now white women are becoming garbage as fuck cause their men are trying to please these stuck up bitches. (no offense if you arent but you probably have been just cause of the culture lately!!!) So you'll have a white guy try to please his wife or girlfriend. She is just being a fucking cunt turning her husband into a fucking queer. That's what I see lately. In his mind I bet he grew up thinking once I get a wife we are going to be like the Flintstones or some shit. Jimmy Nuetrons family. Loving dad and caring wife with their child in a nice home. Nah these white women dont help their partner out most the time. They dont shut the fuck up and they're narcissistic as fuck from social media and music. So if you arent making 6 figures with a 6 pack at 18 youre a fucking loser. That girl is going to be a skank whore meanwhile. When youre 30-40 after that skank bitch with a baby daddy is ready to finally settle down you can finally fuck her smell disgusting pussy thats loose and dry. That's what white men have to work towards now. Yes that shit is embarrassing I bet to the parents if not to the parents it should be embarrassing as fuck to you. It isn't cause youre a narcissistic retard with serious mental problems. Even worse when your parents are chill as fuck and stable citizens. Maybe a little weird. They arent having mental fucking breakdowns and getting pregnant by random men for no fucking reason retarded bitch

[maguro13-2]

Death Vengeance ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 3 Pt.6

[The Base - Tomoya Ohtani]

Maka Albarn : Geez, sis! There's not much around in this fictional city located in the country, I mean the name Deathbucks cafe is actually Starbucks, but it's themed as a Japanese cafe from Akihabara, what is that, Tokyo?

Moirai Albarn : Well, apparently, I have no rights for you to tell that I'm on a tight busy schedule that this Soul Eater crap is pushing up daisies to those Needless dopes from Ultra Jump. Can't get enough of this world, and I wished that none of this would even think about the whole same Soul world situation. I bet there are lot of armed forces from those government taxes from the U.N., it's a sad loathing world that this influence from them is nowhere near of getting to the truth. So, where would you think the Poison Spear monster would be?

Maka Albarn : I don't know, but we do know is that we haven't seen one monster on this planet in the real world. These so-called fantasy worlds like this one are nothing but a bunch of baloney.

Moirai Albarn : Definitely I'm not getting the hang of this since we got a little carried away.

Maka Albarn : True that, anyone would make the difference. Maybe you are right about this. [the two stops to see a pipe]

Moirai Albarn : Hmm? What's this weird pipe doing here in the first place? Is it broken or something?

[a figure mysteriously jumps out of the pipe what appears to be Bandit]

Maka Albarn : What's that weird masked fella doing here? Is he some kind of thief or something?

Bandit : Hey, now! You got the wrong idea, man! Bandit's the name and I am at your service! I could give you a lot of details to explain the current situation of going behind the scenes.

Moirai Albarn : Well, What are you doing here in a fictional city located in a real world country like this?

Bandit : Well, ever since I got myself out of Nintendo of America in Redmond, Washington State, I doubt that I had my terms of traveling through the pipes in one of them places called Warp Zone, I heard that this Shaula Gorgon lady, leader of those so-called Traitors, was cleverly a diversion setup by Ansem, the Seeker of Darkness. Turns out that it was a heartless doppelganger after all. No one can resist the darkness itself. I might had adjustments of where your next clue might be. Anyway, I found out the Majo Detectives are working on a case to find the whereabouts of this mysterious pyramid that appeared in Egypt today, a great symmetrical building that came from nowhere. Nobody knows who built it, but nobody was allowed to enter the pyramid itself because, that place could be a trap to all humans and witches.

Moirai Albarn : The way I see it is, but we must be very close to the center of where our next clue might be. So, should we head to Egypt to get the Pyramid Anubis?

Bandit : Right away!

[the gang enters the warp pipe, then scene changes to them at San Francisco]

Moirai Albarn : What are we doing here at San Francisco?

Maka Albarn : Isn't this supposed to be City Escape itself?

Bandit : Nah! That was all made up by Sonic Team. Heck, even the game Sonic Adventure 2 took place over here. Not to have the spoils for me, I just get a little nervous traveling to kind of this town.

Maka Albarn : On that day, a truck came by and then attacked the whole town. Military in Sonic's world was surely messed up after that Space Colony Ark incident that took place 50 years ago.

Bandit : Yeah, yeah, I get that. The men of mobian influence got some nerves to keep that all a secret since the ancients on arrived on his world. That's a no brainier of mine. So, a few laters they decided to change their mind, Shadow's a loose cannon about four years since his mysterious revival in the 2000s, a biggest comeback to all fans of him since the debut of his first game released. Pretty not sure how a world like yours turned upside down, not a single strand of heart, soul, and DNA would be remained in order. I bet I could get a shoutout.

Maka Albarn : Of course.

Moirai Albarn : Speaking of which, all this walking is making me bored. Should we get bikes or something.

Bandit : Nope. I know one kind of thing that will get us to the nearest run way reginonal airport.

(scene flips)

Maka Albarn : Wow! thanks for that.

Moirai Albarn : I didn't realize that you can manage flip one scene to get us to the regional airport.

Maka Albarn : Where on earth did you manage to get us to the airport.

Moirai Albarn : Yeah, where did you get one to ride up to regional airports.

Bandit : Easy! We took the G.U.N truck that was upgraded for about ten years.

Maka Albarn : Wait, what?

[Buzzsaws appears coming out of the truck, covered with blood]

Bandit : Oh yeah, and it's got buzzsaws, powerful sharp, buzzsaws.

Maka Albarn : Where they really dangerous?

Bandit : Oh yes, but despite the people dead with their blood on the saws. This baby could really pack some quite of punch. But it was never happened to that blue blur himself, so an upgraded version of it have arrived over the past 9 years, took it granted for so long to get an upgrade. Welp, this is where we are!

[opens gate]

Bandit : The plane should be here around here somewhere.

Maka Albarn : Is there a Tornado 1 or a Tornado 2?

Moirai Albarn : Tornado 1's the red plane, and Tornado 2's the blue plane, both of them got scratched by that mad scientist or that mutated life form had sabotage the blue one. I'd say both of those planes are out.

Maka Albarn : What about the third Tornado. Tornado III.

Bandit : Oh yeah, about tornado III...

Maka Albarn : I'd say that it was only occupied by one two-tailed fox that became an astonishing genius of inventions that knows best. This is the Unleashed version of the Tornado, sadly, it was never reused. So we built a replica of the "Tornado II", with extra seats!

Bandit : Okay then! You take the Unleashed version of the Tornado, while I take the Tornado II.

Maka Albarn : Then let's get going!

[Believe in Myself by Jun Senoue plays]

Bandit : Engines on! Fasten your seatbelt!, and ready for take off!

[PROPELLERS RUNNING]

Bandit : So, you girls are in on this?!

Moirai Albarn : We're born to take flight on a plane. I bipedal is so much better than air planes. I'm ready to take flight! You're in on sister?

Maka Albarn : You betcha, you won't be seeing things high in the sky in these clothes of a Meister of mine! Let's fly high!

Moirai Albarn : You're the sister that I know to count me in!

Bandit : Alright, you two! Listen up! We gotta fly over to the Atlantic ocean and get to Africa, then once we arrived to Egypt we can give that piece of shit witch Samantha a taste of her own medicine, and proven to her that one thing that Gray Fox says, "a cornered fox is more dangerous than a Jackal"! Well this Jackal of a god is going to be super sweet! This is the opportunity that we demand!

Maka Albarn : Time to for us to give us for a head start.

Lakitu : Alright, tornadoes. Prepare for take off to Egypt in 3...2...1...

[the Tornadoes flies off]

"Next stop...Great Pyramids of Egypt"

~Thirty-Seventh Scene : Spreading the Wings~

#super mario bros #super smash bros #warioware #sonic the hedgehog #soul eater #fire force #enen no shouboutai #maka albarn #bandit #nintendo #hal laboratory #sega #sonic team #square enix #crossover #drama #dark comedy #horror #mystery #thriller #supernatural #dark fantasy #science fiction #adventure #action

[ellaintrigue]

Coochie Machine Piggy Bank

There are a couple of guys that hit me up every few months. One said he smoked and wanted a fellow smoker and I politely said nah. He said that was a no-go and we parted ways. He messages me on all dating apps despite recognizing me and mentioned at one point he really wanted an FWB. He hasn't done anything to offend me but he won't get anywhere. We are just a few miles apart from one another and there aren't many locals so he's doomed until he finds a tourist girl to fuck.

The other one is extremely good looking. Model hot. The problem is that looks don't sway me. I notice them but it doesn't mean I will give you anything. We added each other on FB and he started saying his bank was overdrafted and that he needed money that night for gas. I was just like, "I'm so sorry, that sucks!" He didn't ask for anything but it seemed implied. So he ghosts me after that night which is a norm with people yet I feel it's because I didn't offer money. A few months later he hits me up again saying he's between jobs and things are so hard! I bet. I think he uses his looks to prey on desperate women but I am not one.

When I think of finances these days I cringe. It's all money going out and none coming in. I worry people will think I'm loaded because my mom just died but in reality dad and I are being fined over her loose ends! She used all her money to pay for cancer treatments leaving her only with her farm, car, and other material assets, no cash. So it's one thing to not have anything but another to have to pay fees and fines regardless!

I'd want my mother back over any amount of money in the world of course but the reality is that she's gone and I'm broke. That is what it is but if you think you're going to somehow get money out of me you are OUT. OF. YO. MIND. Men just see me as a coochie dispenser and money machine but store is closed y'all.

#Dating #Greed #Users

[serostuffsmh]

House husband!Kai lets the cat licks his forehead till it's shiny

I bet he doesn’t even know it’s happening. He’ll just be taking a nap and then when he wakes up he just sees

#nah I bet he looses his mind #gotta throw the cat out and take a blistering hot shower #admin jen asks #kai rambling #househusband au

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 3)

i did not expect this to turn into more than just a oneshot, but here i am, posting a part 3?? and there’s more to come??? lmao, im a mess, having a million wips at a time, whatever. enjoy this DIRTY piece in the world of Harry and Actress!Y/N hehe!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 3k

warning: NSFW content (we are taking a dirty turn in this part babes)

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“But are you really sure you’re fine?” Florence asks for the millionth time over the phone. “You know, I could come over anytime, have a few drinks and forget about the idiots who decided you don’t deserve that Emmy.”

“I’m very sure,” you chuckle, sinking further down on your couch, kicking your heels off your feet. “It’s not a big deal.” “Oh it is, but you are trying to act all tough, though I know it bothers you.”

“I didn’t say it doesn’t bother me, but there’s nothing I can do about it,” you tell her truthfully.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you are this wise ass bitch, not some petty loser that I usually am.”

You snort at her words laughing loudly. Florence is by far one of the funniest people you know, she never fails to make you laugh, no matter what’s the situation.

“It’s sad that I didn’t win, but I’m fine. Really. Maybe next time it will be me,” you say, genuinely hoping this wasn’t your first nomination.

“Okay, I’ll stop bugging you, but call me if you change your mind and want company.”

“Thank you, Flo. Talk to you later.”

Once you end the call you let a long, heavy breath out that feels like you’ve been keeping in all night. Walking into your closet you stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, taking a look at yourself, still wearing the burgundy pant suit you wore for the award show. You were the only woman in pants all evening and you felt more powerful than ever. You’ve always loved to make a statement with your fashion choices and tonight you feel like you definitely succeeded in getting the message through: you are a bad bitch.

Stripping out of the outfit you hang it carefully before putting on some sweats and an oversized vintage t-shirt, feeling so much more comfortable already. Your hair is still in loose waves and you kind of like the texture, so you just leave it like that, moving into your bedroom to check up on some emails.

Cozied up under your duvet, laptop resting on your thighs, you start replying to some emails, updating your schedule for the next week. You almost don’t notice the text you get, barely catching the lit up screen from the corner of your eyes. Grabbing the device from the night stand you smile down at the series of messages from Harry.

“Bunch of idiots,” the first one reads.

“I’m suing them. All of them.”

“You looked fucking unreal by the way. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you read the last one over and over again. It’s been weeks since your number landed in Harry’s phone and you’ve been texting nonstop since then. Whenever you pulled your phone out to check if someone had tried to reach you, there was always a text rom him waiting for you, making you smile most of the time.

“Thanks Xx,” you reply shortly, not sure how to react to his heated words of calling the whole Television Academy a bunch of idiots, though it surely warmed your heart.

“Enjoying the after party?” his next text comes fast.

“Nope, I’m home already. Didn’t feel like partying.”

“What?! You not winning is not an excuse to skip celebrating. You still got nominated!”

“Already celebrated that, so I’m out of occasions.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Text me your address, I’m going over with wine and takeout.”

His bluntness in flirting and shooting his shot has been amusing to you since the moment he sat next to you on The Ellen Show. Harry Styles doesn’t shy away to try and show his attraction, or at least not towards you.

You hesitate a little, not sure if you want him here, but something deep down in your guts is telling you that you definitely want him to come over, some dirty thoughts already popping into your mind, but you are quick to get rid of them.

You send him your address and he tells you he’ll be over in twenty. You use that time to clean up a little around your apartment. You left in kind of a rush earlier, being a little late with your glam team, so you didn’t bother to leave the place in a decent state. It doesn’t take long though to clean up the mess and checking the time you see that you still have a little time until Harry arrives. As you walk past one of the mirrors in your hallway, you take a look at yourself, debating whether you should change or stay in your comfy homey outfit. At last you drop the idea to put on a different outfit, not wanting to look desperate when Harry arrives.

Not long later you get a notification from downstairs that a so called Mr. Styles has entered the building and is heading up to your floor. Running a hand through your hair you walk over to the front door and opening it you stand there, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When the familiar ding hits your ear you notice how your heart skips a beat upon seeing him walk out.

“Hi,” you smile at him holding the door open for him. He looks amazing, as always, wearing a pair of brown high-waisted pants with a loose white shirt tugged into it, a teal denim jacket topping the outfit. He looks comfortable, but still well put together, something you have always admired in his style.

“Hello, Love,” he smiles back at you and pulls you in for a short, one armed hug before walking fully inside. “Didn’t know what stuff you fancy, so I got a bunch,” he admits with a chuckle, holding up two plastic bags completely stuffed.

“You really shouldn’t have,” you shake your head at him smiling as you lock the front door and lead him into your open concept kitchen.

“But I should have,” he argues, setting the bags down to the counter, packing out everything he brought.

Three bottles of wine, all of them different kinds, snacks, both sweet and salty, topped with an insane amount of Chinese takeout that could feed a whole family, not just two people. You put the wines into the fridge though you know they won’t get chilly enough by the time you open it. Turning to Harry you smile at him shyly, only just now realizing that he is in your home for the first time.

“Want a tour?” you ask, pulling your shoulders up to your ears.

“Would love that,” he smirks and lets you lead the way.

The modern apartment in Manhattan has been your home for a little over a year now. One of the first things you invested into once you started earning like an A-list celebrity. It’s spacious, you did the interior over once you bought it, formed it a little more to your taste. You walk Harry through the living room, the three bedrooms from which one is yours, the others function as a guest room whenever a family member of one of your friends needs a place to stay. There are three bathrooms in total, a study room that’s always a mess, your desk filled with scripts and books most of the time, but Harry tells you it suits your vibe.

“And this here is my wardrobe,” you end the tour, flicking the lights on in the walk in closet, probably your favorite part of the place. It’s bigger than your bedroom, but it’s exactly what you and your passion for fashion needs.

Harry curiously walks inside, his eyes immediately stopping on the burgundy pant suit you wore earlier that night.

“This, Darling, was an excellent choice,” he smirks over at you, his fingers dancing over the soft fabric of the pants.

“Felt amazing in it,” you nod smiling.

“I bet you did,” he chuckles softly.

The two of you head back to the kitchen and sit at the kitchen island, roaming through all the food Harry has brought. A short silence comes over the room that’s broken by Harry first.

“So how are you really feeling about tonight?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, but then feel his hand on your knee that’s closer to him and your eyes flicker over to him, his gaze burning down on you intently.

“No, I’m asking fo’ real. You don’t have to mask your disappointment.”

Licking your lips you look back at your plate filled with dumplings and you start to just poke them around with the chopsticks in your hand.

“Of course I’m disappointed. Who wouldn’t want to win? But there’s not much I can do about it, right?”

“Still, you shouldn’t push it all down.”

“I’m not the type to rage very publicly, if you haven’t realized that,” you chuckle, diverting your eyes back at him, catching a soft smile on his lips.

“That I know of. Miss No Beef,” he teases you, even though you could pretty much say the same thing about him. “I was properly screaming at the screen when they said someone else’s name over yours.”

“Yeah?” you chuckle.

“Mhm. I was rooting for you big time.”

“Well,” you sigh turning back to your plate. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Nah-ah, none of that crap, Y/N,” he protests right away, dropping his chopsticks to his plate as he slides off his stool, stepping closer to you, one hand lying flat on the counter, while the other one finds the underside of your stool and he easily turns you so you are facing him, your knees involuntarily parting so he could stand between them. “I’m not letting you think of any less of yourself because of some stupid award.”

“The Emmys are not stupid,” you correct him, but it seems like he doesn’t even hear you, staring down at you with a smug grin, his hand moving from the stool to your waist.

“Mhm, they are. They made the most talented and beautiful woman think she is not the best of all.”

You can’t push down the smile that tugs on your lips as you watch him slowly lean closer. Heart beating faster, you let him do whatever he has on his mind, not finding the will to push him away. Not that you want to do that, you’d be stupid to say no to this man.

“Who’s this woman we are talking about?” you breathe out with a teasing smile. Harry smirks back at you, his hand squeezing your waist gently as his other hand moves up to the base of your neck, his thumb running along your jawline.

“The woman I’ve been fantasizing about lately.”

A desperate whimper tries to escape your lips, but you bite it back in time, feeling so lost how much effect he has on you with just a simple sentence.

“What are these fantasies about?” you find yourself asking as he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours.

You’re aching for his lips, to feel him touch you everywhere. You want to come undone under his hands and the breaking point where you won’t be able to mask up your desperate feelings is threateningly close.

“I’ve been thinking about making her feel real good. Watch her fall apart under my touch,” he murmurs lowly and this time, you can’t hold that moan back. Your lips brush against his, but he pulls back smirking, not kissing you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out when you feel his hand move from your waist to your stomach, cheekily teasing you as he is drawing circles around your belly button over the soft fabric of your shirt.

“Can I touch you, Y/N? I really want to make you feel appreciated and good. Will you let me do that?”

Not able to find your voice you whimper out something that’s close to being a yes, but it’s not enough for him and while you are losing touch with what’s really going on, Harry is very much enjoying seeing you like this, all for himself.

“Use your words, Love. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes!” you choke out and luckily, he doesn’t waste any more time.

You feel his lips connect with your neck as both his hands work on the waistband of your sweats, pushing them further down a little before his right hand taps on the top of your lacy underwear, the one you wore under your suit tonight, the one Harry definitely thought about when he first saw you through his screen.

You gasp when his hand slides into your underwear, fingers finding your sensitive bud of nerves, pressing down on them softly. You desperately turn your face, eager to meet his lips, but he pulls back for your dismay.

“Not now, Love,” he tells you and though the words sting a little, you don’t have much time to dwell on them when you feel his fingers slide back and forth between your soaking wet folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirks while you’re trying to breath evenly, though it’s quite the challenge.

His lips return to your neck and your hands fly up to grab onto the back of his neck and shoulders, his fingers teasing you around your hole, not entering just yet. You start buckling your hips, desperate to get him take the next step and he is surely enjoying the show you are putting on for him.

“Ready to feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, hands grabbing onto his hair roughly and a loud moan escapes your lips when he pushes two of his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, this feels so nice,” he groans, lips nipping on the soft skin under your ear. He is quick to take up on a pace, moving his digits in and out, his thumb circling on your clit, adding that extra magic most men always forget about. But not Harry, he is eager to please you the best he can and if you weren’t sitting, you’d be on your knees for him by now.

“Yeah, tug on my hair, Darling,” he growls, his voice sending chills down your spine as you tighten your grip in his hair just as he asked, while you feel your climax building up.

He picks up his pace, curling his fingers inside you every time he thrusts them in, making you almost see stars. Your legs fly around his waist, ankles crossing above his bum as you bring him closer, and a whimpered groan bursts out of him, probably because his erection just got squeezed against his hand by your action, his nonstop moving hand now stuck between your heated core and his throbbing member. When his head pulls back you quickly look at him, about to ask if he is alright, but he just presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth as his unsaid answer that he is perfectly fine.

His forehead comes to rest against yours as he adds a third finger, making you moan his name in ecstasy. Your mind is starting to completely shut down, the sensation of utter pleasure taking over your whole body as you can feel your orgasm just a few thrusts away.

“C’mon, Love. Let it go for me,” he mumbles, his free hand sliding to your back so he keeps you flushed against him, your heaving chest touching his upper body with each drawn breath.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you pant, eyes screwed shut, tipping over the edge of your climax. “Please don’t stop!” you beg whining.

“Never, Darling.”

And he keeps his words. He keeps going and going until your walls close up around his slick fingers and your thighs tremble around his waist. You tug on his hair once again, pulling his head back just enough so your eyes meet right when you come undone. His fingers keep moving a little longer, bringing you down from your high before the last wave of your orgasm dies down and you are brought back to reality.

When his fingers slide out of you, the feeling of emptiness makes you breathe out in dismay and it brings a smile to his lips as he licks his fingers clean and you swear that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, watch him taste your pleasure on his own fingers.

Glancing down you see the very visible bulge in his pants and you reach down to return the favor you just had the pleasure to get, but his hands wrap around your wrists stopping you, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“Not now, Love. This was all about you. I’ll be fine.”

“But—“ “No,” he cuts you off shaking his head gently. “Seeing you like this was more than enough for me.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you feel yourself blushing at his words, the whole situation that just went down dawning on you just now. Harry really did just finger you on one of your kitchen stools and it was one hell of an experience for sure.

When your gaze wanders over to his lips you remember how he refused to kiss you and now you actually have the chance to pay more attention to this tiny detail.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” you ask him, legs falling from his waist as he goes to sit back on his stool. He glances at you, a soft smile on the lips that never touched yours.

“I wasn’t planning to do this, but I just couldn’t stop myself. However, I’m still trying to be a gentleman, so I won’t kiss you until I’ve taken you out on a proper date.”

“I can’t believe you,” you chuckle shaking your head at the absurdity of what he just said. “So you are fine fingering me shamelessly, but you won’t kiss me without a date?” you ask, rephrasing his words.

“That’s right,” he nods, his smile growing into a smirk now. Shaking your head you turn back to your probably cold plate of food, chuckling to yourself.

“Harry Styles, you are… something else.”

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