#the drugs mentioned above *really* fucked with me even though I didn't take them for long :)

[l0t4n]

WHAT IF THEY WERE. WALTER WHITE

a/n I have many wips and I am struggling to finish any of them so you get this for now. Also keep in mind I never actually finished the show and I didn't like it anyways I just think the idea is funny. Posting as a buffer for everyone who did not follow for nsfw bc I'm posting it 2nite regardless watch out

Contains TW drugs, references to violence. What it says. Would they do the shit Walter White did in Breaking Bad? The brothers + dateables. Gn mc mentioned once

LUCIFER

-Yeah.

-He would do absolutely all of it step by step, word for word

-Maybe he would not be as mean as Walter is, but he would absolutely give that “I AM. The danger, Skylar” speech

-Just to MC instead

-And Mammon is Jesse

MAMMON

-I think in his head he would like to think he would/could

-Definitely fucking can't though

-Doesn't understand the chemistry even if someone guided him, would definitely fuck up really bad

-Would be in it for the money, would brag about how he'd make an excellent drug kingpin, is lying

-The moment he needs to shoot someone he's running away

LEVIATHAN

-Not a chance bro

-The closest he would get would be filling in the role of Gale

-Even then, that's a stretch

-It's too scary :(( what if all the drug mules think he's cringe

-Yeah sure he did all those illegal things but the police probably wouldn't care so much if he was cooler

-Absolutely not suited for the meth-making lifestyle

SATAN

-Wouldn't do it if it was his life on the line. Would only do it to get back at someone else

-Ruining Lucifer’s reputation by selling illicit substances out of the HoL

-Probably the most suitable for drug manufacturing. Not anything else though

-Would be the most likely to be despised by everyone else in the distribution chain

-It's a high-stress environment and he takes out his anger on all of them

ASMODEUS

-Personal protective equipment is ugly and the meth business is a thankless one. There is no possibility for him to gain fame and attention doing that unless he also wants to go to prison

-Probably finds it kind of gross and messy too

-There are a number of illegal activities that are far better suited for a demon like him and he knows it

BEELZEBUB

-Eats the meth

-The end

BELPHEGOR

-Perhaps unsurprisingly, would likely have both the intelligence and personality to make it work

-But the meth-making process takes forever, and there are so many points where you can accidentally die, so I think he knows better

-Would accidentally fall asleep and melt his skin off his body

-Also has virtually no reason to do it in the first place; isn't hurting for cash like Mammon and doesn't really care about his reputation like Lucifer

DIAVOLO

-Would have trouble grasping the severity of drug manufacturing and dealing

-Might only get into the scheme if coaxed by the promise of friendship

-I do not put it above him to realize that it is also illegal, however

-Albeit he has had his moments of considering himself above the law, which, if anyone is, it's him, so maybe not

-Will bail the moment someone yells at him or pulls a gun on him, whatever happens first

BARBATOS

-Gus

-His moral alignment and motivations are too vague. Either his moral compass is too strong or he would be the best drug kingpin the devildom has ever seen. Maybe both at the same time

-Would get suitably angry if anyone else got involved though

-Money laundering pro. If nothing else is true I know this is canon

SIMEON

-Oh good heavens

-Deary me

-Maybe with his skills in baking he would do well, but you'd need to lie to him about what you're making

-Shocked and appalled when he finds out

-Most everyone else is nice to him though

SOLOMON

-Probably makes illicit substances for his funny evil wizard experiments

-Since it's a form of cooking though the batches always end up terrible

-Meth that makes all your bones turn to jelly and kills you in five days

-Since he is far removed from human matters of mortality and injury, he probably thinks it's funny

-Evil ass

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #tw drugs #tw violence

[ohtobeleah]

Father, Son & The Holy Shit // Jake Seresin

Chapter One: [Father, Son & The Episode] What’s worse than attending the funeral of a man you never wished you met? Attending his wake right after and having your biggest secret exposed to his friends, family & colleagues alike.

Warnings: Mentions of Mental Health Disorder. Mentions of drug use. Jake Seresin x F!Bradshaw Reader. Trauma bond.

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If there was anything worse on this earth than you could think of doing besides attending Jake Seresin's funeral, it would be attending his wake. At his funeral, you could get away with small glances and side eyes and broken unapologetic smiles. At his wake though? Just how the hell could you get out of talking to his parents, and his colleagues, his friends, you were the mother of his grandchild after all. 

“It's been so long Y/n.” Kain stood beside his grandmother, Ellen Seresin, rubbing his hand across her back. The poor woman was shattered at the loss of her only son. You couldn't wait to kick the bastard's tombstone over. “You need to bring Miss Tilly around more often, spend time with the family, time moves so quickly these days.” She pleaded as she reached out to take your hand in yours. “You look well.” 

“Thankyou Mrs Seresin, and I will, I promise.” You wouldn’t be doing that, not if it was the only thing that could save you from meeting Jake in hell. You smiled as politely as you could as you cupped the older woman's hand in yours. She had no fucking clue who her son was and as you turned to Kian you could tell he was thinking the same thing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the restroom.” 

You could feel yourself spiraling, this whole day had been far too much for you to handle. The funeral, the wake and now the overly invasive invitation to spend even more time with the Seresins made you want to shout to the heavens above ‘why you’. You needed air, you needed space–as you made your way through the crowded function you saw your dad with your daughter, showing her off to his old buddies. Some guy you remembered, Bob you could vaguely remember his name being, crouched on one knee before her, pinning what you could only imagine to be one of Jake's service pins on her dress.

The bathroom door nearly came off its hinges when you pushed it open with that much force. Thank god no one had been on the way out or else they would have ended up with a bloodied and broken nose. You didn't really need to pee, you just need a second to breathe, to collect your thoughts and stop yourself from spirally. You could feel yourself losing touch with reality. A blurred line had begun to form and you were tittering on the edge of your mind's idea of a coping mechanism to send you off into a land of make believe. You could feel it creeping up on you. 

The sound of the water running brought you back to earth, how long had you been standing in front of the basin for? How long had the tap been on for? You took your hands and cupped them under the steady stream of water before you bent over and splashed your face with the cool liquid. You needed that, fuck you really needed that. You did it twice more, just splashed your face with water to cool yourself down and stop yourself from losing your mind. 

With a heavy sigh, you turned the tap off, only to stand up straight to take a look at yourself in the mirror. What you saw staring back at you had the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention, your voice caught in your through like a horrid lump of cells that needed to be removed. It was Jake, but not the Jake you just laid to rest. It was him, ten years ago–and you, ten years ago. You felt his hand ghost across your shoulder as he smirked. The corners of his lips near pinned to his ears. 

You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, it was only when he leaned in to whisper in your ear did you shout and smash your first into the glass of the mirror. 

“I know you miss me–” 

Shards of glass shattered with a loud smash to the basin as you shook your bloodied first and stumbled back. Crying out in fear as you whaled and slid to the floor. 

“Y/n?” Kian frowned when he saw you, Bradley was right there hovering over his shoulder, watching with worry flooding his eyes as Kian picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom as you cried into his chest. “Hey, s’worng? Huh?” He knew you wouldn't answer him, not in a state like this. 

“What's wrong with mum?” Tilly asked as she stood by Bradleys leg. Bradley knew Tily was a smart little girl, she’d seen you like this before and she could connect dots. It was happening again. “Did she have an episode?” Tilly asked as she looked up at Rooster who just stood in absolute silence as he watched Kian take you out the back door into the fresh air of the late afternoon. “I promise she takes her medicine, I take tic tacs with her so she doesn't feel like she's alone.” 

“What kind of tic tacs Bug?” Rooster asked as he placed his hands on her shoulders and walked her back into the wake. Tilly just sighed. 

“The orange kind.” 

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“God it must be fucking exhuating–” Kian spat as he sat you down on the steps of the back exist door and assessed your hand, he didnt have anything to fix it up with except his tie. So that's what he used. 

“What's that?” You asked softly as you tried to calm yourself down. 

“Living like some sort of parasite, just taking and never giving.” You’d taken a lot from Kian, you knew that well enough. He never let a day or a week or a month or a year go by without letting you know how much you took from him. “You just had to make this day about you, didn’t you?” 

“I had a moment, I'm fine.” You sighed as you tried to explain yourself without coming out and saying you saw your ex’s now dead dad in the mirror of the bathroom at his wake. The man you’d fucked. The man you may have loved at some twisted point. The man who exploited you and used you and turned you into a mess of a woman. “It's just been a day, Kian, I thought I could handle it but clearly I was wrong.” There was a moment of silence that passed the two of you as Kian went from standing before you on the steps with his hands pushing his suit jacket back to sitting next to you, so close his shoulder pressed against yours. He was every bit the spitting image of Jake Sereisn and you knew he hated it just as much as you did. 

“Are you high?” Kian asked as you turned to look at him stunned. 

“What? No!” It came out as a scoff, like you couldn't believe he was asking you such a thing. 

“Are you using again?” They weren't questions Kian hadn’t asked before, and it wouldn't have surprised him if you said yes, because you had said that in the past. 

“No!” You were more defensive about this than you probably should have been, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility with you, it was just that of all people Kian was the one who wasn't afraid to ask. 

“Okay well I’m gonna go ahead and love you enough to tell you to pull your head out of your self-obsessed ass and get an a meeting, because you and I both know this is gonna set you off and if you're already losing control at his wake than I can’t help you when child protective services come knocking and Tilly is placed in Roosters custody for the fourth time.” 

“Oh god Kian, I don’t need your sympathy.” You hissed as you held your hand up to your chest, Kians tie tied tightly around your bloodied knuckles. “I said I’m fine, I’m not high, I’m not using, but if it helps you sleep a night you ass I’ll get to a meeting.” 

“Good.” Kian accepted your reply, he nodded softly as he looked at you. “And for the record it’s not sympathy, it’s pity.” You and Kian had always maintained a close co-parenting relationship, but you couldn’t be left alone in a room together without wanting to kill each other. “I don’t want my daughter growing up to be anything like you.” Your heart sank into your stomach when you caught the sight of the man you’d just seen in the mirror, standing just a few feet away, smiling at you like he wasn’t the cause of all your pain. “So pull yourself together and get to a meeting, she deserves a mother who’s not a junkie.” 

“I’m not a junkie anymore than you are.” You snapped. Gritting your teeth as you shook your head and tried to will the sight of Jake from your memory. An almost impossible task. “Don’t sit here and pretend that you don’t have the exact same problem as me!”

“Oh for crying out loud Y/n you’re my problem!” Kian shouted as he stood. “You’ve been my problem since we first fucking met! You ruined me for crying out loud!” You could feel the tears welling in your eyes. The vision of Jake standing next to Kian was far too much for you to handle as you closed your eyes. He was grinning that smug smile, like even though he was dead he still won. “You’ve been my problem since you fucked my dad for weeks on end!” 

“SHUTUP!” You screamed as you covered your ears. Kian wouldn’t let up as he pullled you to your feet by your wrist. 

“You’re a whore! You fucked my dad! You did that willingly and you did it over and over and over again and everything that had happened since you have no one to blame but yourself, so don’t sit there and say we have the same issues, but if you weren’t here right I wouldn’t HAVE any problems!”

“Your dad used me! He manipulated me!” You shouted back, a crowd had begun to form on the grass. Friends and family that had gathered to say goodbye to Jake Seresin all stood around baffled at the sight unfolding. “He blackmailed me!” 

“He’s her father isn’t he!?” You felt like the wright of the world has fallen on your shoulders as you looked around at the people that had gathered around. “He’s Tilly’s dad, not me—and you fucking know it.” Kian was boiling, you could see it in his eyes as he pushed you and in that very moment you knew it wasn’t just you who needed a meeting—he’d been projecting. “You fucking my dad and he got you pregnant.” 

“Kian? Y/n?” You heard Jake's mother gasp as she cupped a hand over her mouth—stunned at the revelation that had just come to light. You turned to look at her, shock just dripping from your face. You’d both managed to keep this a secret for ten years. Now it all just fell apart. You looked to your dad who didn’t know what to do, he’d never looked so disappointed in you. Mr big shot Admiral—he wouldn’t be in that pod if you hadn’t kept your mouth shut all those years ago. You looked to your daughter, who was too smart for her own good, she knew you were drowning in your own deep water. 

And finally, you looked to the man who’d ruined your life, the figment of your imagination that had haunted you since you were first diagnosed certifiably insane. Jake Seresin, looking ten years younger and a hell of a lot more alive than he really was. 

“I know you miss me—“ He grinned. You felt lightheaded. 

“Y/n is that true?” Ellen asked as she approached her grandson. “Tell me it’s not true.” Kian sniffled as he threw his hands up and walked away, pushing past the crowd of friends, family and colleagues. 

Your vision blurred, your feet gave out and your knees buckled before you could even give them an answer. You fell straight through a crack in what felt like the space time continuum and as you blinked your eyes open again you were ten years younger—

Looking out the window of the car your boyfriend had rented for the summer. The summer that you met and fell in love with your boyfriend's dad. 

Commander Jake Hangman Seresin

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#father son & the holy shit // jake seresin #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x f!reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader

[lesbianrobin]

lesbianrobin fic scraps #1: kaleidoscope

(the first in what may or may not be a series of abandoned WIPs that i share because maybe someone will still enjoy them or get inspired <3 no context baby figure it out)

"Are you, like, really itchy too, or is that just me?"

Robin squirms as she sips at her Coke, kicking her legs lazily back and forth as they lounge on the food court countertop.

Steve has been feeling a lot of shit in the past few hours, so it hadn't really registered among the various throbbing pains and stabbing pains and warm, sticky blood, but now that Robin mentions it he's suddenly terribly itchy. "Yeah, actually. Think it's the drugs?"

"Or forty-eight hours of sweating in polyester."

Steve frowns. "I have an undershirt. Don't you have an undershirt?"

Robin furrows her brow. "Why would I have an undershirt?"

"Because of the polyester."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, it didn't do you much good, did it? We're both itchy."

Robin suddenly goes still, eyes widening. She turns away from the spectacle of their ragtag band of nerds preparing for battle to look Steve in the eye.

"Steve," she says.

"...Yeah?"

She smiles, and fuck, Steve loves her smile. He can love her smile as a friend, right? It's not weird. He loves Dustin's smile, too.

Her eyes have a manic energy. "We're both itchy."

Oh. Oh, holy shit.

"Oh, holy shit," Steve says.

His brain isn't working too quickly right now. Sue him.

"Where's yours?"

"On my back," and Robin's yanking his shirt up.

"Turn around, turn around, oh my god," she urges, trails her ice-cold fingers across his skin, and they gasp in unison.

"Holy shit," Robin whispers.

"How's it look?"

"I…" Her voice wobbles. "Well, I can't be sure, because I think some of it's bruising, but, uh…"

Jesus, her hands are cold. From the can of Coke, he figures. If only she'd press her freezing fingers to the worst of his aches. As it is, she only grazes over his skin, maybe afraid of hurting him, maybe afraid of touching him so intimately.

"It's a little bit of everything," Robin says, "It's… It's your whole back, Steve, like, even…" She tugs his shirt up higher, until it's all bunched around his neck, and Steve slips his arms out of the sleeves and lets the ruined sailor shirt hang around his neck like a scarf.

"Even your shoulders."

Robin's less afraid here. She presses her hand against his right shoulder blade, and the itching sensation ceases at her touch.

"But, shit, you should probably see, like, a real doctor if the flesh monster doesn't get us, because you're so bruised up. Shit, look at mine, though, what's mine?"

They shuffle awkwardly atop the counter, Steve unable to hold back an embarrassing groan at the ache in his abdomen. Robin is already pulling her own shirt up, almost off of her head, and Steve can see her bra (and it's just that plain tan color, no cute patterns or anything, but the sight of it makes Steve feel warm somehow, like when he first saw Nancy's teddy bear or Dustin's little collection of oddly-shaped dice), so he reaches out and grabs at Robin's shirt before she can yank it off entirely, pulling it down to cover her chest.

"Jesus Christ, Rob, there's thirteen year old boys here. And that creepy guy in the tank top."

"Right, sorry," she laughs, "That's, like, unfair, though."

Steve shrugs. "I mean, you can take it off if you want, but I figured I'd remind you."

"No, yeah, you're right." She pulls her legs up and crosses them, turning her back to Steve. "Here, you do it, I'll hold the front down."

He pushes her shirt up slowly.

Even with only an inch of skin showing above her shorts, Steve sees the colors. Each inch of skin reveals a dozen new shades, and Steve can't help pushing her shirt up as high as he can, because the colors spread from her hips up to her shoulders, and it's like…

"What is it?"

"...It's a little bit of everything," he settles on.

"We match," Robin breathes, and Steve should let her put her shirt down now, but he keeps the polyester bunched up by her shoulders, because he's never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

"I didn't know they could be like this."

Steve has never been artistic. He took art classes all through elementary school, though, and he took Beginner Art freshman year as an elective because he figured it would be an easy A, and he could barely draw a straight line, but he loved the watercolors because they let him dream about soulmarks. His favorite thing was just letting little droplets of different colors fall from his brush to his paper and watching how they'd seep across the blank surface, eventually meeting one another and mixing to create dark purples and greens and, quite often, browns, but he never had any colors of his own, and he liked to look at the paper and dream about how those colors might one day stain his skin forever. When their teacher let them do whatever they wanted, he'd always make some watercolor mess in the corner while the artsy kids did real work.

Robin's skin is the most incredible watercolor mess he's ever seen. Deep reds seep out from her right shoulder, blending into purples and oranges and pinks and a warm, earthy brown between her shoulder blades. Her left shoulder is a bit bruised, he thinks, or it's just dark blue and black and purple seeping into every color of the rainbow plus a dozen more moving down, a streak of brilliant pink that nearly dips below her waistband and a pool of various blues, turquoises, periwinkles, every beautiful color he's ever seen wrapped in deep green ribbons and Jesus, it's fucking incredible. There's a few spots of that same earthy brown scattered across her back, like specks of dirt, or maybe freckles and moles. Maybe those were there before. It doesn't really matter.

He lets his fingers trace one of the ribbons. Robin lets out a hysterical laugh. "I think we might be, like, the most soul connected people ever in the world."

Steve snorts, but he can't bring himself to disagree. He's never seen anything like this before, not even in the most dramatic romantic movies, not even in his wildest dreams.

"Everybody else should just get drugged together too, I guess." It's probably rude, but Steve asks, "Can I move your bra a little to see?"

"Yeah, go for it."

He slips a finger under the band of her bra and lifts it up to see what colors are underneath. There's golden yellow, bright sparks of pure white. He's never felt so warm in his life.

"Never thought I'd have a boy taking my bra off."

He removes his finger and lets the band down, but he snaps her right bra strap against her skin because he can do that now.

"Ow! Asshole."

"I wasn't taking it off, you jerk." Steve gently tugs her shirt down and pats her shoulder. "Sorry. It was really pretty under there. Like white fireworks."

Robin spins around with a big smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "Let me look at yours again."

She shoves his shirt up just as urgently and her fingers trace some unseen pattern near the center of his back.

"Like here?"

Before Steve's painfully slow brain can figure out what she's asking, someone clears their throat.

Steve turns to find Dustin with a smug grin on his face. "Super happy for you guys, but we have a plan."

#em talks #lesbianrobin.ficscraps #long post

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Boys Night Out Pt. 2

You've told the men you can handle all three of them, but can you really? Teaser Pt. 1 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

TW: S3xually explicit, S3xually suggestive, Drug use, Profanity, Mention of bodily fluids, Power Play, Overstimulation, Crass Behavior, Alcohol mentions, Polyam, Choking, All the holes are used, Bathing, Texting without permission, Blk Reader, Digital and Penile penetration, Cunnilingus, Anallingus, Fingering, Restraint, Mild Possession, Both S3xual and non S3xual intimacy, Mentions of nudity, Reader is female, Graphic descriptions, Modern AU, EROTICA Written 50/50 with @animupiglett 100% could not have done it without them. <3

Tengen blinked to himself, dumbfounded. It took a couple seconds for his brain to catch up. Had this woman just said what he thought she said? He eyed her up and down, mulling her actions in his head. She was bold. That was for sure. The red lipstick on him is a testament to that. Her challenge to him definitely wasn't going to go unaddressed. Alright, she wants to play hardball and try to take all three of them on at once? Then who was he to deny her? This was the first time Tengen felt ANY kind of intimidation from a woman, albeit a faint feeling. She would eat those words and regret them once they were done. He would make sure of it.

A dangerous smirk appears on his face as he looks into your eyes. "You sure you are up for it? This is your last chance to back out," he asked, voice intimidatingly low. You were shaken; your intimidation factor barely fazed him. It didn't matter. You knew what you wanted, and you were in this and HAD to follow through or look like a dumbass. You nodded your head confidently, and he shrugged, "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. When this is all over, just remember you asked for it. No, demanded it."

Tengen scoots his chair back and stands up. Looking down at you one last time with a feral gleam in his eyes. He turned on his heels and strode back to the boys' table. "Alright! Good news. I didn't strike out, as you can clearly tell. No need to congratulate me. We knew this would happen." He sits down in his chair and steals Sanemi's drink. Takes a few sips just to piss the man off before setting it back and continuing. "There is a catch, though. She seems to think she can handle all three of us at once. I told her it would be a tough order, but she insisted she could handle it. Something about "Stupid games deserve stupid prizes." He paused to stretch and steal a sip out of Kyōjurō's drink, then resumed. "Now, I have no problem with this arrangement. I'm just worried one of the two of you won't be able to keep up. I understand if this seems like a bit much." He stares at Kyō for a tic. "I mean, it's a bit above just a phone number, but I think we can handle it and knock her down a peg or two. So, what do you two idiots think?"

Tengen picks at some non-existent dirt underneath his fingernails. Waiting to see if his bait would be taken. With a blood color dusting his face, matching the red mask he wore, Kyōjurō looks up from his phone and sputters at the thought. "Sh-She wants… all of us? Like in one room? Together?" He glances at Sanemi, smiling at his younger friend as if he were a child. "I mean... I've had sex before, but… Never with two other guys! It's always been two or three other girls and me. How is that even supposed to work, Tengen? What the FUCK did you do?! What did you say?!" He puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, thoroughly entranced by the whole conversation. "Sanemi... have you ever? …" He gestures lewdly with his hands as the white-haired man continues to stifle a laugh at his inexperience.

Kyōjurō whispers frantically, "AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING?! What is HAPPENING right now???" Sanemi placed a firm hand on Kyōjurō's shoulder; He was trying so hard not to laugh. Kyōjurō's reaction was too good. It almost made up for the bougie jackass, Tengen, stealing some of his drink. "Wait, you regularly have moresomes, and you can't figure out how it works with multiple men and one woman?" Tenge said as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Kyōjurō was the baby of their group. They tended to handle him with kid gloves, but there was no way he could not have put things together on how this would work.

Sighing but still highly amused, Sanemi checks in with Tengen to see if he would tell him. That ass was just watching, amused, stealing more sips of his drink! Sanemi fought back a growl and then shook his head. "Look, Kyōjurō, when three men and one very hot woman like each other, they sometimes get very close and intimate with each other..." He started, barely able to contain his mirth.   He ignored the look of annoyance crossing the blonde's features and continued, "So when that happens, there is usually a...." He trails off, trying to think of how to say it. He is interrupted by their other amused companion, "Spit roast. Some double pen. Either hole. Maybe two in one if she is relaxed enough. Just do the math, Kyō, three holes. Three men."  

Sanemi lost his composure at that and doubled over laughing. The hand on their confused friend's shoulder slapped him repeatedly as he cackled. "I was trying to ease him into it, you jackass! Clearly, he doesn't have experience with these kinds of things."  

Tengen rolled his eyes. "Whatever, your explanation would take too long, and I'd leave without the two of you. Take off the kid gloves already. Sanemi and I have been there and done that. Now you are being added to the equation." The flashy, iced-out man spoke matter-of-factly. Kyōjurō was embarrassed, but he couldn't do anything but ask as he watched the two, who seemingly always hate each other, laugh joyfully as they hugged. He looked down, flitting his eyes left and right, "I want to do it... I have never been scared of pussy... It's just...." He groans, then smacks the palm of his hand to his forehead, slowly dragging his hand down. The two other men waited with tears, hoping he would ask the question they knew he would, biting their bottom lips and giggling.

Kyōjurō could see Sanemi's chest vibrating with laughter as he slapped Tengen's shoulder further. The youngling swallowed his pride and opened his mouth "...Wh...What is.... a spit roast... and... double pen?" Tengen audibly giggles, then sucked it back in as Sanemi shushes him, "And... How can you.... do Two in.... one hole... COME ON! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" His face flushed out with embarrassment. "I just... What if I'm not... Big enough? I've seen both of yours... Y'all have never seen mine, and I don't want you to laugh at me, you fucking... assholes." Tengen could no longer contain himself. He just let go and laughed maniacally. "He just! He actually! Oh, oh, this is too good. I-I can't even. This is all you 'nemi. I'll keep our lovely lady entertained while you explain the birds and the bees to Junior." He picked himself up and wandered back over to your table, never stopping his laughing. Sanemi watched the skyscraper of a man leave with venom in his eyes.   Shaking his head and taking a sharp breath, he began speaking to Kyō in a very measured tone.

"A spit roast is when there is one in front and one in the back. The double pen is... Do I really need to explain how two dicks penetrate one hole or that you have one in her ass and one in her coochie? Ugh. Tengen can show you once we get to it. He'll probably take some sort of sadistic pleasure in guiding you." Sanemi rests his head on the table and sighs. "I am sure your dick is enough. Just don't compare yourself to that arrogant asshole. Genetics gave him the physical appeal, but his personality has always been lacking." The scarred man brought his head up and finished off his drink. "Are you sure you are up to this? Like it was said, the two of us," he gestures to himself and Tengen, who is currently chatting with you and getting handsy. Sanemi's eyes narrow into slits. "Have already been in this situation a few times together. Don't feel pressured into something if you aren't okay with being with all of us in one room." Kyōjurō exhaled; his face was not as red as previously. He felt a wash of comfort after Sanemi takes his inquiry seriously.

He always liked going to Sanemi about his "dumb" questions over Tengen, and it was apparent why. He looked over at you, totally ignoring Tengen and hyping himself up in his head. "Just focus on her, and you'll be good, Kyō." He also wondered if you'd understand but didn't want to embarrass himself. He turned to Sanemi after admiring your beautiful features, "I'm good, thanks. Now that I know a little about what's to be done, I think we can make it work. The question is... Where do we do this? As exciting as it sounds to do it in this bar like Tengen is obviously trying to coax her into doing..." He rolled his eyes, "I think a more relaxed setting works better. We could do it at my place? You just have to promise you won't move anything out of place... You know how I get Nemi." The older, scarred man nods and pats his friend on the back.

"Yeah, if you are okay with using your place and she is too, then we can go back there. No promises on shit not being moved. I can't speak for her or Tengen. He might move shit just to be a bastard." He frowns, not putting it past Tengen but also knowing that the other man wasn't malicious, so he probably would end up moving something by accident with his massive muscles and then apologizing. 'Nemi scrunched up his face as another thought came to him, "He might break your furniture if he decides not to hold back. Had to replace a bed that way." He groaned, purposely not saying whose bed was broken in the process.  

Shrugging, he lightly kicks Kyō under the table. "Look alive. Point of no return approaching." Sanemi stands up and dusts himself off to ensure he looks presentable again. He moves towards the bar to close their tabs and give his buddy some breathing room. This would have been intimidating if this had just been Tengen's idea, but it had been yours. That was a whole Mt. Everest and a half pill for Kyō to swallow if their conversation indicated anything.  

Pulling out his phone, he shot a quick message to their group chat.

         Don't be an asshole - Salt Bae.

It was short, and the intended recipient would understand, while the other would know he worried about his emotional wellbeing. His phone chirped, and he read the response,

 Of course not. I have complete confidence in Flame Daddy's ability to perform.  I'm going to enjoy the show. -Peacock

Sanemi chuckled and felt a sense of relief that for all his bravado and bullshit, Tengen was still concerned about their friend's worries. It was hard to remember that at times since he made being an asshole part of his personality. Tengen had his moments, but when the going got rough, he would always be there for them.

Tipping the barkeep and putting away his phone, Sanemi joined you and Tengen at your table, leaving Kyōjurō, the last member, to join when he felt ready.  The gruff man felt the other was planning on being the DD the whole time, which is why he had only taken sips off their glasses. Another instance of him appearing to be an inconsiderate jerk but really being a thoughtful and caring friend. Sanemi was looking forward to seeing how the night would proceed. Insecurities aside, he was still wound up from his earlier conversation with you and couldn't wait to take you up on your challenge. He had plans for that smart mouth of yours. He was pretty sure it had just written a check your ass couldn't cash and, quite literally, was not going to be able to handle. Kyōjurō downs the rest of his drink and takes a corner of the edible he had in his pocket that he was saving for later. He often used them to focus on writing out or studying blueprints, resulting in magnificent results, and to dispel his anxiety when it arose. You catch him in the act and pat Tengen's arm, signaling him to let go, then saunter over to Kyōjurō, smiling kindly. You'd realized that throughout the group dynamic, he was the youngest and kinder individual.

He was forward but respected women. You also knew the tell-tale signs of anxiety yourself when you saw it. "Kyō? You okay?" His cheeks dust pink as he looks down at you, slightly embarrassed, thinking you'd think less of him now that he was caught. Tengen had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched. You notice the look and scowl, then turn back to Kyōjurō, "Don't be shy, Kyō. I really do like you all. It's not just some power stance; I just can't choose. So be you! I'll like you either way! If it makes you feel better, I'm only 21!" Kyōjurō exhales in relief, "I'm 21 too. Sanemi is 23, then you got the big guy at 24. It should've been mentioned earlier! That coulda been really bad!" You and Kyō share a laugh, "See? I love dark humor. Do you think I could have a piece too?" You asked sweetly, gesturing at the edible he held. You were riddled with worry and anxiety about the events that were going to take place. "Here... Say 'ahh,'" Kyōjurō says, prompting you to open your mouth. He puts the edible to your lips, and you take a slow, sexual bite. He smiles as he looks down at you chipperly. His sultry voice didn't match his face as he smiled and said, "Good girl..." You blush immediately. You knew he probably didn't mean harm but... shit~

Sanemi smiles at his younger friends' newfound comfort around you. It was a good sign that you were checking in on him. Sex was a selfish act in and of itself, but the fact that you cared enough to ensure the youngest member of their trio was okay made him happy. And made you all that much sexier in his eyes. Looking over at Tengen, he saw agreement in the other man's eyes. It's one thing for them to rib Kyō; it's another for someone from outside their group to do so. The pair watched the two of you take your edibles and ease your anxieties for a bit. Tengen cleared his throat loudly and jingled the keys standing up with Sanemi, saying it was time to go.

The blush deepened across your bistre-colored skin. At this point, your whole body was just a rosy brown. You stood up, took one of Kyōjurō's hands, and coaxed him out of his chair. The two of you walked over to the others weaving your hand onto his forearm. Tengen was cheesing while Sanemi's face was slightly unreadable. The hunger in his fuchsia eyes was the only indication you had that he was anything other than neutral. That was unmistakable. You felt Tengen grab your other hand and wrap it similarly around Sanemi's arm, then wrap his big arms around all three of you. "Tonight, is gonna be fun!" He gloats. He was looking forward to stuffing you while watching you choke on one of them and getting reamed by the other. The three of them will make you eat your words thoroughly and pleasurably.

As you sat in the back of Tengen's 2021 Jeep Wagoneer with Kyōjurō, you started to loosen up a bit. The edible had finally started to kick in when you were a few minutes away from the house. You were absolutely ravenous with lust, and Kyōjurō knew it. The once forward, smiling, and enthusiastic man was sitting silently, looking out the window, making subtle moves trying to set you off. He was slowly rubbing the inside of your thigh. It felt so good. You could swear you felt the print of his fingers touching every cell of your skin as you whimpered silently. You hear a calm voice slip past his lips, "Almost there, sweetie." You nod. His sudden understanding aroused you as Sanemi and Tengen sit in the front seat, confused at his sudden mumble, unaware of what was happening. When you arrive at the house, Kyōjurō decides to be a gentleman and open your door. He kept his eyes ahead; they were half-lidded, and his signature smile wiped from his face as he fiddled with his phone. As you all walked up to his front door, he seriously turned around and glared at the two men, who seemed familiar with this side of Kyōjurō and didn't tease him. "Once we get in here, do not touch anything, please. That means you too, little lady. I have serious OCD, so please take your shoes off at the door."

You smile and nod awkwardly. That edible was strong. You were very self-aware, but everything just felt SO good. Even the night air had the potential to get you off. The group takes off their shoes, and Kyōjurō shows You and Sanemi around as you compliment his house and do your best not to touch anything. Tengen makes himself at home since he'd been to his house numerous times and even designed the interior for him. Kyō showed you to his room and then looked at Tengen. His voice mellow, "If you break my fucking bed, I'll break your arm." The flame head said to Tengen, who then chortles; he loved "high Kyō." His asshole demeanor was almost on par with his own when his friend got like that. You stop at the door and look in the room. Tengen undressed gracefully as if no one was watching, Sanemi undid the buttons on his shirt slowly as he looked at you, and Kyōjurō took his shirt off as well. They were all beautifully built, husky men, but Tengen took the cake. The man was an Adonis. You stand at the door contemplating your life decisions, remembering the spectacle you put on at the bar, trembling and regretting it with the more skin you saw. Soon they were all in their boxers. Tengen looks at you and says, "Are you ready to eat your words?"

You grow flustered and roll your eyes, "I will admit, seeing all of you like this is intimidating. I think I'll be okay, though." You squeaked sheepishly. Tengen chortles, "Yeah. We'll see about that." Sanemi smiles sadistically, "I'm actually with Tengen on this one. You won't last an hour." Kyōjurō grabs your hand and pulls you into the room, "We won't be ready until you are." You look around; all of them were waiting for you to strip. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you undo the rest of the buttons at the top of your dress. Tengen never breaks his gaze, Sanemi looks over his nose, grinning, and Kyōjurō turns his head. You felt less nervous as you looked at Kyōjurō, then Tengen grabbed your attention, "No. Don't look at him. He's the sweetheart. Look at Sanemi and me."

You take a deep breath and look at Tengen ferociously, he's the one you wanted most, and he knew it. Your confidence wanes the longer he stares. "I need help with the back," you coo quietly. Sanemi comes over and stands behind you. "Any rules you want before we ruin you?" he whispers gruffly. Your heart dropped, but you decided since you started strong, you wanted the whole experience. "No," you whisper as Sanemi pulls your zipper down and takes your dress off your shoulders. He starts to kiss your neck; like you said before, the man knew his hot spots. Your legs tremble immediately when he gets to the space between your neck and jaw line and bites down.

You moan loudly, and he laughs, "Did I say an hour? I meant 10 minutes." Suddenly the neutral party turned animalistic with lust. You slowly pull your dress down around your ankles and cover your stomach. Your lace bra and boy shorts had every pair of eyes on you. Sanemi ogles your ass from behind and smiles, "Aren't you precious?" He asks as he grabs a handful, and you moan. Tengen butts in again, "Come on, 'Nemi, let the baby boy get some action!" He says playfully, "look at him over there. He was nice enough to let the lady undress 'privately' let's just give him first dibs like we did at the bar! Kyō 'll back off once he gets a boner," he teases. "And anyway, we're all in our underwear now. It's your turn to go first and undress." You blush red as Sanemi walks around in front to enjoy the show, and Kyōjurō side-eyes you this time. His edibles were in full effect, and he was starting to feel more impure. When you take your bra off, your breasts bounce in circles. The whole room makes an audible moan, and three bulges rise. You blush as your confidence increases, being able to make three men so horny.

You had Kyōjurō's full attention; his eyes were fixated on your panties. He could see a trail of your slick coming from your thighs, and Tengen turned red with happiness, "Would you look at that... Mmm." The fuchsia-eyed man cooed. Kyōjurō walks toward you slowly, his fiery eyes locked on you. You'd never felt such intimidation or anticipation. He was towering over you as he stood before you, looking down; the tip of his nose touched yours as his eyes paralyzed you. He gently grabbed your jaw, "Take them off." You smile, pleasantly terrified and aroused at his sudden change in attitude. "Take what off~" you taunt playfully. Kyōjurō scowls, "You know what I want. Now drop them. Right. Fucking. Now. I'm normally really nice, but you're pushing it, baby. Drop them. I won't ask again."

A sudden gush comes from your legs as you shiver, "Make me~" you whisper seductively. Tengen chuckles. He loved how much fun you had from causing mischief, like him. Sanemi's smile grows dark, "Mmmm, so she's a brat? Good find, Tengen. I'll have fun punishing our little princess here." He says playfully. Kyōjurō was much less vocal. Sliding his fingers into the front of your boy shorts and pulled them down as you watched him get on his knee to pull them around your ankles. You yelp as he stands up, grabs your wrist and then throws you on the bed.

You can hear Tengen and Sanemi instigating the encounter from the other side of the room. The two older men relish Kyōjurō's boldness as he spreads your legs and looks over your sopping wet entrance. You tremble and try to reason with the sweetheart, "Please. It's...R-Really sensitive. It's been a while." Kyōjurō didn't care; he put his index finger to your clit and swirled as you moaned loudly and warmth built into the pit of your stomach as your cunt dripped from a simple touch. "Fuck, she's a messy one, guys. You told me to make you, right? You might want to hold onto something." He says teasingly.

You flushed red as you looked over and saw the other two men smiling, palming their selves, "Get her warmed up for us, yeah?" Sanemi heckles. Kyōjurō sticks his tongue into your folds and flattens it before slowly licking upward, "Mmm, fuck!" You moan as he starts swirling his tongue around the hood of your clit; you pull on the sheets, lamenting loudly. It'd been a while since you'd properly been eaten out, and Kyōjurō was a fucking pro. He licked and sucked on your clit like ice cream melting in the sun. He flits his tongue back and forth as you shake violently and scream. Kyōjurō hums jubilantly as he takes two fingers and starts to stretch you out, quickly tickling that sweet spot of yours. "Fuck... FUCK!!" You moan as he presses his fingers deeper into your sweet spot and massages. "Give it to me, baby... you know you want to." He coaxed. He felt your walls clenching around his fingers and hummed, "Let's get that first one out for you."

WHO WAS THIS?! This was not the man you met at the bar! Your back arched violently as you creamed on his fingers, and he licked up every drop, slurping loudly as he moaned... Couldn't have you messing up his sheets. Kyōjurō lapped you up viciously as he rubbed his cock against the bed. He milked two more sweet releases out of you, giving Tengen, Sanemi, and himself enough time to dispel and recover from their first orgasm so they could go longer.

You.

Were.

Fucked.

After Kyōjurō got up from his knees and looked at you, you were a quaking fucked out mess. Ready for penetration just like he wanted. Then he turned back to his friends, "You guys ready?" He asked as he licked his lips, your cum dripping from his chin. The two men's mouths were wide open, then Tengen started to chuckle, "you said you like eating pussy, but damn Kyō! You didn't say you were starving." Kyōjurō blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck, "I couldn't... Stop. Sorry." You laid back, breathing heavily as you tried to recover. Kyōjurō moved away and let Sanemi take his place in-between your legs. "You got any lube?" He asked, looking at Kyō expectantly. His friend frowns and shakes his head no. "Pussy is self-lubricating," he shyly responds, eyes darting down to the floor. Tengen frowns, facepalms, and rolls off the bed, hastily putting on his pants before darting out the bedroom door.

Sanemi points back and forth between the bed and the door with a questioning look on his face, Kyōjurō shrugs, and you just lay there confused. The three of you heard the door open and close twice, and Tengen returned. In his hands are one regular-sized container of the lube and one THC-infused lube. "Both are water-based, so your sheets won't get stained. Much like the interior of the Jeep." Tengen chimes in happily. Tossing them both on the bed next to you while stripping, then falling back on the bed, kissing your neck, and getting your riled up. Kyōjurō looks over, confused and intrigued; what exactly did they need lube for? He wanted to ask out loud but opted not to since he was going to find out either way. Sanemi grabbed for the THC lube and chuckled darkly. "I already know you are 420 friendly, but just to be on the safe side, is this okay? and is this okay?" He said as he tapped at the bottle in his hand, then rubbed a finger over the tight ring of muscle nestled between your thick, sweet cheeks. You nodded yes, and spread yourself open to him, "Both are fine."  

"Ooooo. This will be fun." Tengen purrs into your ear as he bites your lobe before sitting up and leaning over you. Extremely close. He licks at your lips and begins nibbling. Asking you for entrance at the same time that the other person begins probing at your sphincter. You vaguely remembered it was Sanemi, but it was damn hard focusing on his prep work while you had Tengen's tongue dancing in your mouth. The scruffy man was happy his vain counterpart was providing a distraction. You had taken the first finger well, the second finger had you tensing up, but thanks to the "God of festivals," you were too busy enjoying his tongue, that was fucking your mouth, to keep clenched for long. Kyōjurō watched in amazement at how well the two worked together, then he connected the dots, "You've done this before?!" he queries as Sanemi chuckles. He slowly began working his fingers again after you released them from the vice grip your ring had him in. Tengen stops kissing and glances at Kyōjurō, "Duh." You whimpered at the loss of Tengen's lips. "Mmm, you like that, huh? I can always do better," He says as you both start kissing more intimately.  

Sanemi took a deep breath as he pulled his fingers out of you and generously applied more lube to them and to your sphincter. A bit excessive, but he wanted to be 100% sure you were prepped as much as possible. Thanks to the THC, you were relaxing much faster than expected. Then went back in one finger at a time. Stretching slowly until he could add in his third finger. Spreading and massaging at your hole, silently praying that you would be able to take him fully. He was a thick mother fucker, and he was well aware of it. Removing his fingers, he grabbed at the lube bottle one more time. Your kitten mewls making him harder. Pre-cum leaking from his slit. Kyōjurō tosses him a condom reading his mind.

Sanemi puts on the condom and hastily puts on a liberal amount of lube to himself, then looks at Tengen to ensure you are ready. Tengen chuckles deeply and points you over to look at Sanemi, who has the Cheshire Cat grin on his face. This man was about to devour your ass with his dick. He rubs his tip against you and tilts his head, asking silent permission. The poking alone felt sensitive enough to make you moan, "Go for it. I can take it." You respond cockily and lustily. Now it was Kyōjurō's turn to chuckle. Oh, you had done it now. He and Tengen knew of the mistake you had just made. You were looking at him like the cat that caught the canary.

Sanemi doesn't even respond to you. Instead, he makes you swallow those words as he slowly pushes past your muscled ring and enters you, sparks fly as you're penetrated, and you scream in pleasure. It's all one long, robust and exhausting stroke. He wasn't trying to break you or tear anything but enjoyed the sound of your squealing. Once he felt fully set to the hilt, he whistled and nodded. "You took me decently well. Looks like you didn't have to eat those words. But now you will." He pulls out and begins thrusting into you before you can say another smart-assed comment. Grabbing your hips for leverage, his pace is low and slow. An occasional roll of his hips has you moaning incoherently. Kyōjurō and Tengen are stroking themselves languidly in time with each slap of Sanemi's balls against your bum. You may have been the cat that caught the canary, but he was the coyote that caught the cat. You were not gonna get through this with your sanity intact.

It doesn't take long for the weed to start making you more sensitive. Sanemi didn't have the same effect since he hadn't ingested it. It was topical, so for him, it was a pleasant tingly sensation that shot through the nerves of your puckering ring. You were on cloud 9, and you were still climbing. Ohhh boy, were you climbing. The only noises were your pleasured moans, which strained with each stroke from Sanemi. He grunts as the two of you are bumping and grindin'.  

You were so lost in the sensations of him drilling into you that you cum again without warning. Clutching Sanemi tightly, you let out a guttural moan, which in turn causes him to let loose, then spills inside the condom, groaning in pleasure. One hand releases your hip and slaps you hard on the ass. You go to yelp and are smothered with a hot, furious kiss from the man. With your tongues intertwined, you continue to moan into his mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. Instead of the usual letdown, getting off seems to have only amped this man up. Luckily for you, he is soft when he pulls out, so you don't have to worry about him going in for seconds. That was until you remember there is still a third member of this group. You were already fucked out and couldn't even fight it. The THC lube wasn't helping with the edible you took either. You were over the moon, salivating and panting as Kyōjurō twisted one pert nipple and sucked on the other. It felt unreal. Tengen chuckled as he put his cock to your lips. "Ready, Honey Suckle? This is the fun part." Confidently you nodded, whimpering, "~More, please. More~" All eyes widened.

Sanemi kissed your clit, sucking on it lightly. Kyōjurō shoots a glare at him, "That's mine." Sanemi backs off and throws his hands up, "You got it, baby boy." The THC lube left you so sensitive; Kyōjurō quickly comes in and slurps up your sweet nectar, plunging his fingers into your cunt as you scream loudly, unable to take the continued stimulation, and reaching down to pull Kyojuro's hair. Tengen pins your hands to the bed and watches you writhe as Sanemi eases three of his fingers into your ring of muscle, keeping you stretched out for the night's main event. All the guttural screaming was making Tengen smile. "That's a beautiful musical score you're making, princess. I have something that might soothe you. Open your pretty little mouth." You look up at him, making direct eye contact. You fix your lips and whimper out, "Yes, daddy." This makes Kyō and Sanemi chuckle as they tend your holes. Tengen flushes with excitement, "Aren't you needy!?" He asks playfully. Kyōjurō chimes in, his sound muffled as he says, "She's a very good girl..."  

Sanemi's tickler on his tongue ring rubbed your sensitive hole. You cry in pleasure from the praise and stimulation as Kyōjurō takes his hand and stimulates your nipple while Sanemi does the other. You needed more; you needed to feel full. You desperately lick the tip of Tengen's throbbing cock, gladly sucking up his precum. He was patient, and you wanted to please him for it. "You ready?" You moan fervently as you slowly suck the tip, then back off. Tengen lets out a happy hum as he nods his head. You position yourself, "Fuck my throat, please, Tengen," You say as you open up and lean your head back. The white-haired man was shocked at how well you were taking the other two men, even though you'd already eaten and swallowed your own words from earlier. Your behavior was out of character; you felt like a Succubus and loved it. Tengen slowly inserted himself past your warm lips gently to not hurt you. Your jaw almost locked at his size as you suckled and moaned, salivating on him pleasurably as he started to pick up speed. You cum again when Sanemi takes his hand from your nipple and puts a finger into your second hole. You were stimulated to the hilt. Tengen kept a steady pace in your throat; your moan became shaky as you gagged. His pulsing tip rubs against softness in the back of your throat; a wet squelch can be heard as you gag. Each time you do, you leak wetness, and Kyojuro is quick to lap you up. Tengen's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he held his head back. "Fuck~ You take me so well," Tengen says as he shot thick, heavy amounts of cum in your throat.

He pulls out slowly and moans as you swallow it all. "Ohh~ You little minx," Tengen moans. What happens next almost startles Sanemi. You gush all over his face, nearly drowning him. He knew that was his cue to stop his ministrations. You wanted more. This was teasing at its finest for you. You wanted the real thing again. "Please. Please more!" You cry as Sanemi and Kyōjurō exhale in disbelief. Tengen puts his hands on their shoulders, "I think it's time for a break! You could use it, especially for what we have planned for you next. We need you very relaxed." He says sultrily. Kyōjurō nods, "I'll get her bath ready." He goes into the bathroom and gets his luxury Jacuzzi tub started. While you waited to be taken to your bath, Sanemi stepped out into Kyōjurō’s fenced backyard for air. Tengen lay down next to you and watched as you shook in what he could only assume was pure pleasure. "I want you. Please..." You begged as you rubbed Tengen's face. He turned pink due to your gentle touch, leaned in, and started kissing you deeply. "You like my lips?" He asks as he plunges his fingers into you, satiating you, and humming as you moan into his mouth. You loved the way his fingers felt in you; he was your first choice, after all. You put your mouth to his ear and ululate his name in pleasure. After you cum on his fingers, he picks you up, carries you to the bathroom, and places you in the tub then left. As you lay there, fucked out, you start to think that you'd made a grave mistake. You grab your phone from the arm of the tub and text your friends Kocho and Mitsuri, telling them about what happened at the bar:

Heyyyyy GURRLLSSS!

Helloo, My Sweet. Everything good?

Hi Lovely lady!!!

You won't believe where I am….

Where >.>

Tell Ussss <3<3_

I'm at this guy's house. I met him at the barrrr

Oh, which bar?

The one near that one club.

Ohhh, 7-Minute Lounge?

Yeeehhh... Well… He had frienddsss annddddd

You didn't…

I did… I very much did.

How many friends???

Ohh… 1…2…Maybe 3 guys total.

Oooooo they must be hot <3<3

Sweetie, why did you leave the bar with 3 men?! You down bad?

Not anymo~re. (\O_O)/)**

Are you okay?

I had a bit of an edible… and maybe some THC lube :3

…THC Lube? There's only 1 person I know in this area that buys that illegal shit. They don't sell THC lube here. So where the fuck?

Well, the guy had it in his car.

Ohhhhh NOOOO. WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?!

Hold on... I took a pic of em when they came in….

Are you gonna send it??? Are you okay?

I think she's in a loving embrace right now...

Srry, I drifted off… Here ya go. 3rd guy ain't in it

OH MY FUCK—

Ohhhhh…. Kyooo-chann, noooo

Huh? Yal kno dem? What's wrong???

YOU NEED TO GO HOME

I can't believe big bro is there.

What tf ? Why?

WHO'S THE 3RD GUYYY?!!!

Does he have white hair? <3

SCARS?!

Shinobu calm dwn. Your blowing my high

YOU'RE HIG—WHERE ARE YOU?!

I cnt remember rite nw

Ohhh Ladyyy…

THE. THIRD. GUY.

Uhhhh Sannnn?

FUCKKKKK! DROP YOUR LOCATION!!!

OH! Sana-chan is there? You need to go home. Like now.

You guyysss… I'm having fun. They even ran me a bath :3

-Shinobu has left the group chat-

Bitch

She'll be back, she's just freaking out.

-Shinobu has rejoined the chat-

You need… to send me …. Your location YOU DUMB. ASS. BITCH

I don't like your tone :/

FUCKING… Fine. Get pummeled I don't care.

Pummled??

Yeah, Tengen and Sanemi have been known to rearrange organs. I should know ;3 You need to leave.

?????????

Just let her die.

There was this one time, this girl in my class decided to fuck themmm and she came back in a wheelchair. Something about a broken bed? IDR but yah. You should defff leave.

Oh~… I think it's too late #HighBlown

Your Location. PLEASE.

Hello????

You there sweetie?

PLEASE SEND YOUR LOCATION

Tengen walks in, "Feeling better?" he trills as you nod your head, get out of the tub, and set your phone on the bathroom counter. "Good, bring your ass here, then," Tengen says as he watches you get out of the tub. He wraps his arms around you, kissing you passionately before you leave the bathroom. He notices your phone blowing up on the counter. He turns back to you, smacks your ass, and tells you to not wait up for him while he uses the bathroom. He takes your phone and texts the girls back,

Soorryyyy She's Busy (^3^) Try again in 3 days.

TENGEN. I KNOW ITS YOU, YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON THAT USES THAT DUMBASS FACE!

Idk what you mean (-- 3 --)

WHERE ARE YOU

Hi Tengen!

Hey Mitsuri! <3

TENGEENNNUUUHHHHHH

Koooochooooouuaaaaaaaahhhh

When Am I Gonna Get An Invite To Guy's Night? <3

MITSURI SHUT UP.

Look, she's fine. We're not gonna hurt her, so calm your tits

DID SHE GIVE YOU PERMISSION????!

We're not animals. Your friend isn't as wholesome as you think... Yes, we have full consent.

NO, YOU ARE AN ANIMAL THOUUGHHHH

Hmmm, Idk I think I really like her.

????????????????

I like her, really!

What ABOUT ME?!

Ugh Mitsuri -_- Shut up.

-Mitsu has left the chat-

((^_^) Byeeee, I'm gonna go play with my new girlfriend.

At. LEAST tell me where you AREEE.

Sure, we’re…...no.

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[stranger-masters]

Don't Touch Him! (S.T)

Don't Touch Him! (Pt. 1) **********************************************************************

Summary: Dustin doesn't want people bad-mouthing Eddie. He's tired of it, because Eddie's a nice guy. It only takes one chance encounter with Jason to last forever, though.

Warnings: Bullying; name-calling; protective Eddie; Protective Steve; hurt Dustin; feelings of being sad; feelings of guilt; Upside Down/Demobats trauma mentioned/talked about??

Third Person POV

Dustin Henderson had a lot of friends, he liked to think. He had Babysitter Steve, Mad Max, Lucas, El, Mike, Nancy,. Robin, Will, Erica, Chrissy, and Eddie. It was a pretty big group, and he loved them. He was in Hellfire, a D&D club at school, too. Eddie was the DM, and Dustin loved it that way. Eddie had a way of telling stories, making them seem more interesting than they were.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as accepting as Dustin and Hellfire were. They said things, things that made Dustin mad: he was worshipping the Devil, he was corrupting kids, he'd tried to kidnap people, he cursed them...and that he'd tried to kill Chrissy Cunningham. That was the newest rumor, and it was killing Eddie. He'd tried explaining to the cops, when they caught him (before Hopper came back) that he hadn't touched her, and she had even agreed, telling them about her situation and why she was buying drugs from him in the first place.

Not that they believed either teen.

Now, back at school, Dustin was ready to explode. People still whispered in the halls, not caring if Eddie was within earshot anymore or not. And it was pissing Dustin off. He wanted to punch every single one of them and make them realize how sweet Eddie was.

Eddie, of course, was adamant that Dustin not do anything. "I can handle myself, kid." He told him one day during their movie night. "They don't scare me anymore. I mean, I've seen bad shit, but they're human, at least." He'd laughed, and Dustin had tried to laugh, too, hoping it didn't come out too forced. But he snapped today.

Dustin had woken up almost an hour late after his alarm, had broken one of his shells that he kept on the window from the time Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Chrissy had gone to Myrtle Beach. It was one of his favorites: a pretty, twisted "Astraea heliotropium" shell. Then, above all, he'd been trying to shove his shoes on and his foot slid, kicking his table, and his figurine for D7D had fallen and shattered on the ground. Then his mom yelled at him for getting up late--the list could go on, but it was not Dustin's day today, unluckily for Jason Carver.

Jason Carver, as usual, was spouting bullshit about "Eddie did this," "Eddie did that," and his other jock friends were laughing and saying more things. Dustin swore to Eddie that he wouldn't retaliate, but it all went out the window when he heard Jason ask his friend, Andy, "Did you know he almost killed that Mayfield girl? I guess he really liked her, he asked her out, she said no, so he tried to kill her." Dustin turned, eyes like shards of ice. "What did you just say?" He snarled.

"Did I say something bad?" Jason mocked, glaring at Dustin, who was slowly moving closer to said jock. "Eddie didn't hurt Max." Dustin snapped, and Jason raised his hands in mock terror. "Oh, no, my bad! Little freak doesn't want me talking about that fag--" Dustin really doesn't remember swinging. He just felt rage, hot and incontrollable, in his chest, and then he moved, quickly, and Jason was groaning, holding his bloody nose. Dustin blinked, taken aback, and Jason stood, tall and menacing, glaring at Dustin. "You're lucky we're in school, you fat fuck." He spit, stalking off, with Andy glaring at him the whole time. Dustin felt sick. He'd just antagonized the guy who had no problem shoving a gun in Lucas's face or tormenting Nancy when they'd gotten the guns from War Zone. And now, just maybe, he'd use a gun on Dustin next, and that sent cold spikes down his spine, making him shudder.

Of course, nothing happened...until Friday.

Dustin threw the trash in the can, turning to his house, when he was grabbed. Squawking, he flailed his arms, freezing when the cold barrel of a revolver, Jason's gun, poked the back of his neck. He stood still as Jason whispered, "Come with me, slowly." He had no choice. He had to go. Jason was going to kill him.

[midnightmoonkiss]

All For You.

Villain! Midoriya Izuku X Reader

Summary: You didn’t ask for this, and yet he gave you the same sick gift again and again. You hated him.

WARNINGS!: blood, death mentioned, dark themes

Category: Angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Masterlist

A/N: Was listening to “If I killed Someone For You” and.. I think it fits Villain Deku perfectly.

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

Izuku has OFA

He is not necessarily a yandere

You live alone for a reason

Frigid water poured steadily from the faucet as he rinsed his pale hands, turning the water crimson as it washed down the rusted drain of the medical sink.

The room was dark, the only light being a flickering candle that dripped white wax onto the concrete floor below.

The handle creaked as he turned off the water, a soft sigh slipping past his chapped lips.

Stray droplets broke the silence of the room.

It would have driven anyone else insane.

Dull green eyes stared into a mirror, the dirty surface reflecting his disheveled appearance. 

Blood stained his clothes, smudging against his freckled cheek.

His green hair was a mess, once slicked back with gel now all over the place from his habit of running his fingers through his hair when frustrated.

It certainly wasn’t the look he was going for.

Two knocks sounded on the other side of the metal door closing the room off, the noise echoing in the nearly empty room.

Inhaling deeply, the man fixed his hair up with wet digits best he could, only after he finished did he notice his forest green tie had splotches of blood on it as well.

He giggled to himself as he fixed it, tightening it up to his neck. 

It looked festive.

Turning around on his black leather heels, he looked over at the bloodied corpse tied up in the corner, all life completely drained from its opened, bloodshot eyes that were once filled with curiosity.

“You know…”

He whispered to it, 

“If you hadn’t been so cruel to my beloved, you wouldn’t look so fucking disgusting right now.”

His dress shoes clicked against the floor as he made his way to the large door, knocking thrice in a particular pattern.

It unlocked with a loud clink, and he was out of the room that once held two very alive people.

He didn't like soiling his clothes or getting his hands dirty, but whenever it came to you, he was willing to do anything.

Midoriya Izuku was a dangerous man, and he wasn’t afraid to bare his teeth and leave a lifeless body behind him.

He’d done it before, he’d do it again.

Though he was exhausted, he didn’t let it show. The dark circles under his eyes have been there since he was a child, they didn’t give away how he felt anymore.

“I’ll be heading out.” 

He stated, voice low and challenging, daring any of his subordinates to object.

“It’s raining…” One brave soul spoke up from the back,

“I know.” He could smell the asphalt from here, as well as hear the thumping of raindrops on the metal roof five floors above the basement they were currently in.

He took his time climbing up the metal stairs, pulling his black leather glove from the pockets on his slacks and slipping them on.

They prevented fingerprints, and they were quite warm.

..

..

..

The rain was unexpected, leaving you completely soaked all the way down to your shoes as you fumbled with your keys. 

You just wanted to get inside, undress, relax in a bath, and go the fuck to sleep.

Today was far more stressful than it had to be, considering your bitch of a boss decided to skip work today without telling anyone - leaving you in charge during the most hectic time of the month.

You were freezing and both mentally and physically exhausted, and what was pissing you off even more was how this was the third time you dropped your damn keys.

Your fingers were numb as you shivered, hard to grip the slippery keys.

You felt like crying victoriously when you finally got the door unlocked.

Slipping your dirty heels and soaked pantyhose off, you dragged your feet through the house, making your way to your room without the use of a light switch. You were too tired to fumble around for it.

Inside your room, you shrugged off your coat and unbutton your white blouse, making your way to your dresser for a fresh pair of clothes.

It was a Saturday, and knowing you had the day off tomorrow was like a sweet kiss.

 “(Y/N)..” 

You froze, body no longer shaking just from the cold.

That voice.. It haunted you.

Once so sweet and kind.. now all you could associate it with was the stench of gunpowder and the coolness of a blade.

You could see his silhouette in the mirror, his tall, dark figure beside the window you hadn't noticed was opened.

Bile burned your throat, you didn’t want to be near this man ever again. 

You were foolish to think you had escaped his reach.

“I’ve missed you..” He drawled, sincerity threading itself through his words as he took a step towards you.

“Really?” You huffed, “I don’t miss you at all.”

“I know you do,” 

He was behind you before you could blink, the frightening sparks of his quirk sending chills down your spine as they lit the room in a green glow for just a moment.

You were trapped against the dresser, one hand pressed against the mahogany wood, and the other slithering dangerously around your throat like a snake that could strangle you at any moment.

You gulped, breath stuttering as you fought to stay calm.

His chest was pressed to your back, his figure towering over you.

He always made you feel so small and helpless.

“You reek of blood..” The scent burned your nostrils.

Soaked green locks brushed against your cheek as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume that drove him crazy.

He had purchased the same scent a while ago, his sheets were covered in it. He could never get enough

“And you smell delicious, my love.”

“Don't call me that-!” You spat through your teeth, venom in your voice only making him smile against your clammy flesh.

You reminded him of an angry mouse.

“And why’s that?” His voice was always so deep and dripping with authority. 

His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin, pulling your face to the side so that he could look into your mesmerizing (E/C) eyes. 

They were like a drug to him, heroin that he shot into his veins every time he had the pleasure of looking into them. 

Even if all they held was fear and disgust, they were still so beautiful to him.

You didn’t answer.

He sighed.

Looking down, you noticed the red blood on his collar, the sight making you gag. 

He no doubt had more on his person, and yet he was pressed against you. 

You wanted to throw up.

“Who was it.”

The question hung in the air, and he found himself not wanting to answer it.

“Midoriya, who was it.” Your voice shook, tears blurring your vision at the thought of him torturing another person because of you.

You tried so hard to keep away from people.

You cut contacts with all of your friends and moved cities to keep them safe - hell, you hadn’t even dated after what had happened with your last lover.

He ruined everything.

He stalked you like a predator, and you clearly had nowhere to run and hide.

You would forever be caged like a pet, and your own pathetic attempts to fight back only ever made him smile even wider.

That smile used to bring butterflies to your stomach, and now it just made you nauseous.

To him, it was a game. 

The game of seeing how long until you break and give into him.

He’d let you run ‘free,’ act as though you can fight against him.

He adored that spirit of yours, but he knew that it would break some day.

He couldn’t wait.

You’ll be completely his one day, not that you weren’t already.

Looking into his eyes, you somehow knew who it was.

Shame burned your veins.

Your boss..

Even if he was cruel to you, he had a family.

“Don’t cry, (Y/N)..” Izuku whispered, fingers falling from your chin to brush away your onslaught of tears, “I hate it when you cry..”

“You always make me cry, Izuku!” Sobbing out loud, you fought to get away from him, though it was useless you couldn't help yourself from trying.

“I hate you-! Mph!” 

Your outburst was silenced by his fingers, two digits knuckle deep in your mouth.

You choked around them, cringing at the taste of leather.

Sniffling, you breathed loudly through your snotty nose, tears stinging your cheeks.

“I don’t like it when you talk like that..” He muttered darkly, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

You were afraid of him. 

You always were.

 It was like there was an invisible knife pressed against your neck, slicing into your skin and daring you to try and speak again.

His forehead fell to your nape, and you stood there in silence for a while, the pitter patter of rain doing next to nothing to soothe your nerves.

It felt like time had stopped in the silence, like you were waiting for your own death.

“You’re soaked..” He commented, pulling away, saliva dripping down your chin as he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth.

“No..”

That made him chuckle, the sound making your skin prickle.

“You were going to take a bath, right?”

Despite being a murderous villain, Izuku still treated you with an ounce of respect, never once looking down at your exposed chest despite a large mirror allowing him to do so.

You hated how he was a gentleman despite everything he’s done and will continue to do.

“You should get out of these clothes.. You’re going to catch a cold.” 

And you hated how he fretted over you.

You hated everything about him.

The faint sound of sirens pierced the atmosphere, not too far away but getting louder and louder every second.

“I suppose I better take my leave, my love,”

“Don’t call me that..” You repeated meekly under your weak breath,

“I’ll see you again soon..” He turned around, pausing for a brief second, “but you won’t see me.”

He somehow always made your skin crawl without even having to touch you.

Biting your lip, you whipped around, ready to scream at him, only to see nothing.

He had already left.

And yet..

You knew he was never really gone.

You wished you never met him.

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[love-hatred-stuff]

Just a dream } Lim Sejun [victon]

genre: yandere, mild smut, fluff (,angst?)

warning(s): mentions of killing & stalking, suggestive!, mentions of other idols (subin&byungchan)

word count: about 3.3k

note: If u feel uncomfortable with any of the warnings above, feel free to skip! I will probably do more parts :)

I'm not that good in writing smut but I wanted it to be not too dirty, like there's sexual tension but everything is on a comfortable level

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Third person's POV

at school

Lim Sejun was your best friend, along with his stepbrother Jung Subin. You actually met Sejun through Subin.

At first only Subin was your classmate since 5th grade and you too eventually became really close. And later on, about two years, Sejun joined you because he moved here, when his Mom wanted to marry your other friends Dad.

You never never had romantic feelings for Subin, you just loved him as a friend.

But his stepbrother was something different. It wasn't like you had a crush on him, he just made you so nervous all the time.

You didn't show it, but inside you always slightly get butterflies everytime he stares at you or uses his deep voice to convince you to something.

Not to mention his looks, but he could do many things that made him get most girls attention. Though he never cared about girls except for you.

He was a rather cold person, kept most things to himself and didn't laugh very often. But when he did, it always made you happy aswell.

It was mostly you that made him giggle or smile but you never questioned it.

You were just grateful to have them as your friends. Even though the brothers fought like literally almost all the time.

But what you noticed is that Sejun was very protective over you. What you didn't know was caused by the obsession he had over you.

In the Beginning it was only a little crushing, adoring you secretly. This soon turned into serious, strong feelings, and desire that he kept inside and eventually real love.

Of course you obviously didn't know about his "little" possession, but you were everything to him and nothing would steal you from him.

Anyone that touched you inappropriately, wasn't blessed to live a long life. And he made sure of that. The killing wasn't a big deal for him, as long as you were safe it didn't matter.

School was long over, but you and Sejun were still sitting in the library to do homework and explain math to Subin when he had problems, which was like constantly.

"God, Subin! I explained this to you like a hundred times. It's Sejun's turn now, he is even smarter than me." You groaned at your friends intolerance.

You desperately looked at the dark haired boy, who sat on a chair and concentratedly wrote something on a paper.

When he was just giving you a look with a frown you sighed.

"Help your brother for gods sake! I can't do this anymore. I finished anyways, I could just go if I wanted to." You complained in a whiny manner.

Sejun still looked at you and than shortly at Subin. He shook his head.

"I'm not helping him. He has to learn himself. And he's just my stepbrother. Not my problem." He shrugged and turned to his paper.

Subin just looked absolutely cluelessly at the many numbers and even letters.

"Please Sejun! Your Mom told me to help him. She will think I'm dumb as well!" You continued, to stubborn to give up first.

"Hey!" Subin faked a hurtful look, laying his hand on his heart.

"Sorry, Binnie. But I won't explain this to you again." You touched his shoulder, smiling exclusively.

Now Sejun also noticed the contact between you too and made a noise to seperate you again and get your attention.

Your head turned to him, hoping he changed his mind.

But he just saw one thing at this moment; your thigh that was exposed because of the skirt that had slipped up 'til the beginning of you lace slip.

His eyes fixated on your beautiful legs and his mind went wild automatically. He was aroused immediately, imagining he was the one who could take it off of you.

You didn't bother to look down, where he was looking. You were just thinking he zoned out for a moment at waved your hand on front of his iced eyes.

"Sejun? Are you okay?" You wondered.

When he came back to reality he noticed how tight his jeans felt so suddenly. But managed to look up at you finally.

"Huh? Oh, yes. I will only explain this once to him, and I wanna get a treat." He wanted to compromise.

You waited a moment to process and decide if you wanted to compromise.

"Okay. What do want as your treat?" You asked innocently.

Sejun thought. How could he indirectly say that he wanted to be alone with you?

"You will go with me studiying tomorrow, after school." He grinned, secretly so excited to have you to himself for some hours.

Your eyes widened. Another study session?

"Fine, but why so obsessed with studiying? School's not everything, Junnie." You told him.

He stayed silent. If you knew what I want to do to you right now, Y/N. He thought, very aware of his bulge, growing even harder. But he couldn't do anything about it, he had to hide under the table until it would hopefully disappear.

After about half an hour, he had made everything clear for Subin. Well, supposedly. And the three of you went home.

Subin couldn't hold a moan back as he touched his boner through his black jeans. He hadn't been able to hold back the dirty thoughts of you telling him that you wanted him as much as he did. And now that he was finally home, he could release some of his inholded sexual sounds. He rarely listened to anyone but gladly would accept you as his domme.

He just loved you so much, of course he was craving for your touch. You were his only weakness at this point.

•••

the next day

You could walk to school because your house wasn't that far away. You didn't know that Sejun was always behind you, to make sure you came home safe and to enjoy your pretty features a little longer.

When you arrived and waited for you two only friends and greeted Subin happily with hug and a minute later Sejun with a sweet "Hey." Because you knew he didn't really enjoy skinship.

He greeted back politely. And thought about how pretty you looked again, although he saw you everyday in the same school uniform.

He secretly hated that the girls had to wear skirts in school. So he gave every boy who dared to look at you a second too long a warning glare to fuck off. And if they wouldn't hear, he would made sure they would never look at you again.

It was normal for him, he would keep you forever. And no one would destroy his plan.

~~

School had ended fast and you bid your goodbyes to Subin and went to the library.

You sat down next to each other and your knees would touch every now and then, making Sejun wanting to already moan your name out loud, by just this simple touch.

~~

One hour had passed and you slowly got bored, as you were just too done to concentrate on school stuff any longer.

"Sejun~" You whined, tucking on his blazer.

Holy fuck. He thought. I want you to whine my name like this again.

He tried to not look much affected and hummed as a response to you.

"I'm bored. I don't wanna study anymore. Let's just do something different, yes?" You tried to convince him with puppy eyes.

"What can we do?" He asked quietly, unsure if he would maybe be alowed to touch you a little.

"Kiss?" You said, leaning forward.

It wasn't really your intention but he could see some of your cleavage in this position. He told himself to keep control.

You laughed sweetly. He was so cute when he blushed.

You were just joking. But didn't know he was actually craving for the touch of your lips, just once. Once would be enough and he would be the luckiest man alive.

Now you frowned, he still wasn't looking away from your lips.

"Sejun, I was just jo-" You couldn't finish.

His hands snaked around your waist to sit you on his lap in a fast motion, disrupting you.

Him touching you in this way, affected you more than you wanted to admit.

"What are you doing?" You whispered.

Your butt sat on his thighs, your feet touched the ground. And your faces weren't that far away from each other either.

"I thought you were bored." His raspy voice made you feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah, but what do want now?" You still whispered, so exited for his next move.

He grabbed your hips with more force, to shove you even further to his face.

A groan escaped his throat at the sudden friction he felt of your core grinding on his.

"You don't wanna know what I want to do to you Y/N."

He let his finger slide over your lower lip.

Why was he so changed all out of the blue?

He had waited for years to feel you right there where you sat on in this moment.

"Do you want me to stay still or move?" You asked as you were ready to risk it all.

You were feeling so out of this world, like someone would have drugged you. But you liked it, yeah, you enjoyed it.

"It's your choice, kitten. But be aware that if you cross a certain line I won't be able told back and take you right here, right now." He warned you in a husky voice, while breathing in all of your body right in his hands.

You let out a whiny moan at his dirty talking. You were kinda ready to get to his limits.

"It's okay, just tell me when I have to stop." You breathed out, against his neck.

As he felt your hot breath hit his exposed skin and at the same time, your hips moving into his he fekt like in heaven.

"Y/N~ah." He moaned out and threw his head back.

He felt like he would come right on the spot.

Between your movements you also let out hitched breaths at the immense pleasure your where giving and receiving, although you both still where having all your clothes on. But you forgot about that long ago.

Your bodys where still rocking together as he was watching all of your little expressions that showed on your face.

Though, at some point when you begin to settle kisses on his neck, jaw and cheeks, he couldn't hold himself back any longer and wanted to warn you again so it wouldn't escalate.

"Y/N, Y/N-ah, stop, it's too much!" He almost cried out for you.

You obeyed and stopped, panting a little.

"It's okay." You stroke his cheek. "We can continue this another time, Junnie." You promised.

His eyes flashed with exitement, as he struggled to come down from this so unreal seeming experience with you.

"I- I will just finish this work sheet. I have to calm down." Sejun told me as he got his ability to talk back.

He never thought, he would be able to find the confidence and touch you like this.

And you even agreed!

It was like a dream.

•••

Well, maybe it really was.

Sejun's POV

"Junnie, wake up!" Y/N shook me gently.

I was suddenly torned from my deep sleep. I breathed out and groaned.

I had dreamed everything?!

I felt so disappointed. I wished it would have happened in reality, it was the most pleasureable thing I had ever experienced in my life.

And it came out as just another wet dream of mine.

At this moment I told myself to be more confident and don't behave like a creep that hated skinship.

I had to be more cool with it, orherwise I would never get what I was craving for desperately.

"Are you okay, Sejun-ah?" She looked at me a bit worried as I still wasn't reacting at all.

But her voice finally brought me back to reality.

"No Y/N, I'm not okay." I answered.

"What is it?" She wondered.

I struggled to come up with an excuse, so I decided to be honest with her.

"You and me, we were here in the library and-"

"Oh, that? You weren't dreaming, Junnie. It happened."

I widened my eyes. It wasn't a dream? I blushed.

"But why did I fell asleep then?" I wanted to know, since it all didn't really made sense.

"You wanted to finish your paper to calm down. Well, it worked, you fell asleep." She explained

Suddenly I remembered. I had never dreamed. It had happened in real life.

Maybe I should consider sleeping more instead of watching her. I thought to myself, it was unacceptable to fall asleep during spending time with her.

•••

Third person's POV

You were sitting in the cafeteria of your Highschool, talking to your two guy friends.

It was a day like every other and everything was normal, except for Sejun's behaviour.

He was getting more confident in touching you but immediately blushed when he noticed that you were looking at him with a concerned face.

It was not like you lost interest or anything, you were still reacting to his teasing as intense as before. But you didn't thought he would want the two of you to keep doing these things.

Everything began two days ago in the library. He was getting more and more crazy for you each second.

Right in the moment he was secretly watching you talking to his stepbrother.

You were pure beauty in his eyes and he couldn't stop looking at your soft features and feminine body.

How you used your whole body while demonstrating something to Subin was something Sejun found absolutely adorable.

Every now and then you also glanced at him so he had to act like he wouldn't been staring at you the whole break long and mostly just nodded when you asked for his opinion or just wanted to include him in the conversation.

Sejun almost forgot to eat while being so busy admiring you.

When the bell rang for third period all the students stood up and he noticed that he wasn't the only one who didn't eat most of his food.

"Y/N you only ate your salad." Sejun walked next to you and pointed at your still full tablet with his finger.

You both were walking the same direction to put your tablets away and turn to your class after.

"Oh yeah, I'm not that hungry." You tried to explain.

But the actual reason was something else. You couldn't ignore Sejun's attentive look on you the whole time. You tried your best to ignore this weird feeling in you stomach but it was difficult when you knew that you had to endure that until you would be home.

"But you need to eat, to have enough energy for class." He pointed out while you made your way to the classroom.

Even if all his actions were meant to be innocent without any dirty intentions, it was hard for you to forget how you were sitting directly on his hard boner and could hear these pornografic sounds coming out of his mouth.

You liked how he had reacted to you in some way. Because no one ever had made you feel so wanted like he did that evening.

And you really gave your best to delete it from your memory but you just couldn't when you saw him every single day and felt how tensed he sometimes was. It reminded you of the Sejun that had called you Kitten.

You noticed you hadn't answered him yet and snapped out of your wild thoughts.

"Yes, I know but I have enough energy left. I promise, Junnie." You assured as you two arrived at the right room.

He just gave you a worried look and settled down on his seat like you did.

The three of you weren't directly seated next to each other but close, so the boys could still have an eye on you.

The teacher came in as well and the lesson began soon after.

Byungchan was sitting next to you since a few days, but you have no problem with that because he's very nice. Sometimes he would try to flirt with you and you would just act like you wouldn't know what he was doing.

He was also very handsome and popular at your school, though that hadn't had any affect on you. You just cared about the work you had to do together, nothing else.

Although... you do blushed when he made you a compliment, simply because you found it charming and sweet of him to care about how you looked.

What you didn't know was that Sejun was on the verge of killing him every single day since he sits next to you.

He even asked himself how to quickly and inconspicuously as possible have this done. So he would get rid of him finally.

He was so angry inside but told himself to keep his control awhile longer. You shouldn't suffer under his death too much so Sejun wanted to wait a little longer and threathen Byungchan first, to better stop flirting with you or else he had to be killed.

After a while the class was dismissed and for you, school had ended already. You completely had missed the time and were happy to be able to leave the school building already.

You packed your stuff and didn't even notice that Sejun was standing in front of you.

While he waited he stared down at you until he finally spoke up.

"Hey, Y/N. Do want to go eat ice-cream and hang out a bit maybe?" He asked as he restlessly scratched his neck.

You looked up, surprised to hear his voice instead of Subin's.

"Umm yeah, sure. But where's Subin?" You wanted to know, furrowing your brows and scanning the room to find you other friend.

"He had to leave early today. Mom told him to do his homework once in a lifetime." Sejun's monotonous voice was back and he was a little sad that you wanted to have Subin with you so badly.

You chuckled and put on your blazer and then your backpack, before you nodded at him to move on.

All students had left the classroom already so you were alone.

He started to shiver instead of leaving the room as he knew that he had to speak about what had happened between you two.

"Y/N.. I think we maybe need to talk." His shy self was back again.

"About what?" You asked, as you were wondering if he really would mention the incident again.

"About that day.. when you and I.." He wasn't able to finish his sentence, he was too insecure.

She probably doesn't want me to touch her anyways. Sejun thought and closed his eyes in brief.

"It's okay, Sejun-ah. We can just forget about it if you want." You patted his shoulder as you weren't really sure what to say or do.

"That's not it, Y/N. I want your permission to my touch. I want to be closer to you and not make you uncomfortable." The black haired boy looked to the ground, expecting you to be grossed out.

"You have my permission Sejun-ah, it's okay with me if you touch me more. I like it because I always enjoy your company. You have to know that, alright?" You gave him a warm smile when he finally found the courage to look at you.

He kept quite and nodded before leaving school with you.

He couldn't say it, but he deeply wanted to hold your hand.

You thought and felt the same so you just took the first step and interwined your hand with his.

You didn't expect this to be more than a close friendship but you enjoyed it anyways. As he always made you feel so safe and loved.

And Sejun was feeling like he just got everything he wanted in a matter of seconds. He would protect you, not caring about the rest of the world.

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I edited the story cover by myself but the pictures are not mine (so is the gif), credits to the owners :)

#victon sejun #kpop imagines #victon imagines #sejun smut #yandere #high school au #kpop smut

[vogueinnie]

The Favor

       ━ WARNINGS ;  changbin x fem reader, dom!changbin, college party, smut, a looooot of teasing, mention of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, fingering (f. receiving), voyeurism, degradation, dry humping, light choking      ━ WORD COUNT ; 1.8k      ━ NOTE ; note : here is my first “real” work, please be kind !! this is so cliché lmao, but who doesn’t like cliché? keep in mind that english isn’t my first language soooo there will surely be some mistakes. if so, tell me !!

Every minds present were dizzy, just like the smoky room they were in. The grey smoke was like a cloud above everyone. We couldn't see anything except the dancing bodies that were stuck together to the defeaning music who had taken possession of the place. Even the most shy and discreet ones were totally unrecognizable. It was unbearable for anyone who wasn't in the delirious atmosphere of this friday night.

Whoever once thought that youth was decadent had been right, and they were the proof of it. No more exams, no more stress, no more angry teachers, no more homeworks. This night, they all needed to act like the young adults they were ; partying like there is no tomorrow.

Everything was made for everyone to be at ease. Indeed, Christopher Bang, the night's host, was well known for his crazy parties. His student apartment had soon turned into a nightclub, hopefully his neighbors were the same age and they probably were here, enjoying this moment. Even the open windows weren't enough to let out the smoke of all the illicit substances. Everyone was in their own world, laughing, smiling, screaming, jumping with a glass in hand, and it would be bold to assume it was water. They were free minded, for one night at least.

You were in the middle of all these excited people, in the same state, mocking the ridiculous dances moves of your bestfriend, Jihyo. She had one goal and it was to seduce the " beautiful dark haired boy over there, oh my god he's so freaking hot ! " also named as Seungmin. Jihyo burst out of laugh and without knowing why you just did the same, way to tipsy to understand whatever she was saying. You were both looking stupid but who did really care, after all ? You were here to have fun.

The mood changed drastically as the electronic bass music changed in seconds to something much smoother, much slower, much more sensual. The couples present were not shy to stick body-to-body, swaying their hips without shame.

" Wait for me I'm going to see the man of my dream ! I'll be back soon ! Well I hope no, but... Yeah... I mean... You understand what I mean ! " Jihyo said.

You didn't fully understand what she said so you laugh, nodding your head. Without controlling your body, your hips starts to move to the sound that were playing. Your movements were slow, almost erotic as you roll your head back, exposing your neck to everyone that was looking at you. Your free hand were in your hair and you unconsciously bit your lip with a little smile when you start to feel all the curious eyes on you. Thanks to the alcohol you've drinked, you didn't feel ridiculous dancing alone.

The special attention that the predators around you, men and women, were giving you, only increase the urge to reveal more obscenity.

Apparently Jihyo seized the opportunity to talk with Seungmin and you couldn't stop smiling at the view. Finally, she was not letting her shyness took the lead. But your smile fades away the second your eyes meets two dark orbs.

Seo Changbin.

You didn't know why but you both never get along together. You didn't know each other, but you weren't compatible. Everyone knew that. Changbin was naturally sarcastic, raw and must of the time he speaks without thinking twice. And you were the exact opposite ; sweet, easy going and always ready to meet new people. The funniest part between the two of you were probably the fact that you were always craving for each others attention, a little nothing could make you argue, sometimes rudely, sometimes more in a teasing way. You were stuck in a cat-dog relationship, and anyone around you could sense the tension from Changbin and you.

The black haired boy was sitting on the sofa, right in the living room’s center. And he wasn’t alone, a girl was sitting on his thighs. Even if you couldn’t see her face you could already tell that she was pretty and totally his style, long light pink hair and a body to die for. But even the goddess on him couldn't make him take his eyes off you. And there we go for a battle of gaze.

« Dude I’m so high…» Felix next to him giggled, whispering these few words in a completely derailed deep voice.

Changbin took the drug stick his bestfriend gave him and he lets the substance slide down his throat in a relaxing way. His originally brown pupils were dilated in a deep black tone, and without taking his eyes off you he spats out the smoke with controlled slowness, gripping the female’s ass on him. But he gradually lost interest in her, thanks to the show he had in front of him.

You now understand why all the girls were head over heels for him. He was hot, indeed.

You felt your heart race so fast, the adrenaline running in your blood, thanks to the alcohol you’ve drinked. Why were you hanging like that in his eyes while moving your body, giving him a hot show of your own despair ? His attention was all you ever wanted right now. Boldly you slowly put your hand around your throat, almost wishing it was Changbin’s fingers wrapped around you, you give no pressure but you can see his thigh twich at the view.

The music changed again to go back to something more happy, and the bodies around you start to jump again. But you were standing here, like an idiot almost choking yourself just for your not-so-ennemy pleasure. The man in front of you seemed to be in the same state as you, glued to your eyes without even giving the pretty girl on him some attention.

With a courage you didn’t not know you have, you walked with an almost feline step to the sofa. What would have taken a few seconds if you were sober turned out to be more difficult with alcohol in your veins. 

However, you finally stand behind the one who you recognized to be Sana. She was, indeed, one of the most beautiful girls, but it wasn't her who caught his eyes. It was you. Sana probably felt that Changbin wasn’t responding to her neck kisses, so she sits up slightly to face a surprising sight. You, staring down at your new prey. 

The boy raised his eyebrows with a certain provocation in his eyes, silently asking you by this gesture what do you wanted. But you didn’t blink a moment, and the young woman felt too much in this intense exchange.

« You could have tell that you didn’t want me, for real. » She mumbles, standing up.

«  Me ! I want you Sana, c’mooooon ! »

«  Felix… she sighs, you’re not even straight. »

« Ah, yeah… I’ve almost forgot that detail… » He shrugs his shoulders, not bothered at all, and he tooks a sip of his drink while standing up too to follow Sana.

Even Sana and Felix couldn’t distract you.

You were too far away to correctly think, your brain were so fuzzy and you didn’t even understand why you get on your knees in front of him, but youd did. With a cocky smile, he spreads his legs apart, you were offering him such a delightful view. One of  his hands reached your face to slowly brush your cheek, almost lovingly. His index gives your naturally swollen lips some caresses and you immediately took it in your mouth, gripping on his wrist like your life depends on it.

He couldn’t help but broke the contact between your eyes to fix it on your lips sucking on his index, adding his major within. You rub your thighs together, and the thought that anyone could see you in this position, in front of Changbin, makes you unbelievably excited. But people were too busy having fun to care about you. His free hand goes around your neck, like youd did few minutes ago, and you let out a little gasp, keeping his two fingers deep down your throat.

« I’ve always known that you were so desperate. But that desperate… » He tooks his wet fingers back, wiping them on your cheek.

It was almost humiliating and you gulps silently when you felt your dripping core under your dress, your wetness stucking unpleasantly on your pantie. What was wrong with you, really ? You see in his eyes that he wanted to play. So you’re gonna give him something to play with. Your body moved closer to one of his legs, still on your knees, rubbing against it almost like a puppy waiting for some much-deserved reward.

« You want everyone to see how much of a whore you are, hm ? He pats his thigh with a mocking grin, come here. »

Without any hesitation, you straddle one of his thigh with your legs and he catches your waist between his two hands so he can trapped you against his body. His fucking hot body. Thanks to his black shirt you have a perfect view on his arms, and you can feel yourself wetter if that’s possible.

Slowly you started to move against him, you wanted to feel some friction, just a little something, the bare minimum. One of his hand slowly slide under your dress and he pushes your lace underwear aside to fully have acces to your heatness.

« So pitiful. Who would want to touch you ? You still move against him, letting his fingers slip between your wet and hot folds. Right in front of anyone, they’re all looking at you. You’re burning inside even though you know people are having fun. They see how much of a slut you are just for my fingers. »

« S-shut up… You whines, your head burried in the crock of his neck. More, I want more… »

« Can’t you be fucking polite for once, uh ? Or you can’t properly talk ? »

Changbin didn’t wait for your answer and you can feel two fingers deep inside you. You were so wet that it wasn’t unpleasant at all. Hell no, it was a relief. As if his digits were made for you, not too long, a little chubby, just the ideal length to meet your most sensitive spot. He starts kissing your jaw, his thumb were added to give your red bud some rubs. You were a mess in his arms, practically crying cause you were overhelmed by your pleasure and after a few pump inside you, you were cumming hard on his fingers, gripping his shoulder to keep your mind on earth.

« You owe me a favor now, looser. »

You now understand why you didn’t like him.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #changbin scenarios #changbin imagines #dom!changbin #dom!idol #changbin x fem reader #stray kids imagines #changbin smut

[snowgoldwaylon]

And That's When You Came - Naga X Reader

So this is my first Naga x reader fic, I'm a bit nervous about it y'all. I hope you guys enjoy!

TW: Violence, kidnapping, murder, drugs, strong language.

This time around, druglords were swarming parts of the Jungles around the world. This sometimes made working with the CIA and Marines hard trying to tie up loose ends.

So, of course, you took a leadership role, and assembled a small, efficient team to head out to the Jungle, and clean up some of these businesses.

You had gotten word over enemy comms that there was a possibility of trafficking coming up, just a few days short of today. So you know today was the day to make the right move and head out.

You gathered the team up, and took off right there and then. You had to head Northeast until you reached the heart of the Jungle. The plan was to ambush whoever was doing this and make them lead your team right to the main compound.

After 4 hours of constant flying, your heli touched down a few clicks North of the potential location. You took out the evidence from the comm broadcast and looked around.

The druglords were smart around these areas. They communicated in code. Morse code, to be exact. Thankfully you could read and understand morse code like you could in your native language. Looks like some classes pay off!

You took a minute and looked over the past conversation between these unknown individuals. You read the morse code with ease, and quickly you understood what was said.

'TRIBAL VILLAGE, WEST OF THE RED STREAM. FOLLOW IT 5 CLICKS AND MAKE A SHARP LEFT BY THE SKULLS.'

You felt a sick, sinking feeling when it mentioned skulls. Now you knew that you were about to walk a thin line with danger, or possibly even death.

You looked back at your team who geard up. You turned your radio on and spoke to the one man you could trust.

"Lazar, I might not come back from this. If I don't, please send a search team. I'm about to broadcast you my current coordinates." You said calmly.

"Y/N, you will come back. I promise to come to save your ass myself." Lazar said.

"Appreciate that, I'll keep in touch. 2-3 out." And off your radio went.

You rounded your team up and stood upon a rock so they could hear you loud and clear.

"Okay Strike team, we are going in. You will follow me and my orders, we stay together at all times. This could potentially be a large threat, and I will not have any deaths today. Now, follow me. Keep an eye out for any potential harm. Form the formation we talked about. Always check those corners and look back!" You said, strapping your MP5 around you tightly.

You led your team off in the direction that the morse code told you about. You came to the red stream and decided to take a look around and see if you saw any possible movement or another break in the case.

You took your binoculars and scanned the area. In the distance, you saw a small, white building. It was covered by trees, well hidden if you didn't have good vision.

"Hey Houston, take a look over there, almost 3 and a half inches to the left. See the white building?" You said, handing the binoculars to your teammate.

Houston took them and looked, he turned back to you and nodded.

"I see it. Do you think we should go check it out?" He asked.

You thought for a moment. What if this was another building with possible evidence or even someone in there you could question? You looked back towards him and nodded.

"Yeah, I think we should. Let's get in there and at least check it out. It'll be worth it if we do I think." You reasoned.

He quickly gathered the team, and you made a slow but steady movement towards the building in question. There was no doubt you were nervous, you had a really bad feeling and you weren't sure why.

When you came up to the building, it was a garage. It had a large, retracting door and a small door for someone to walk into. But there was no house, just a garage.

"Okay Houston, we're gonna walk into this place very carefully, and slowly." You said.

After getting confirmation from everyone, you walked up to the small door. You carefully took the handle and twisted it. The door creaked open as if this was some sort of horror movie and the killer finds the person hiding.

You took a few steps in and checked all the corners. Your team followed behind and within minutes, the whole place had gotten a clean sweep. There was nobody to be found. So, you quickly gathered everyone in the middle.

"Okay, so this place is clear. What we are going to do next i-" You were cut off by a large bang.

BANG!

You drew your MP5 and took a protective stance. Suddenly, thats when a loud and frantic banging started to happen. What took you off guard was the cries for help that followed.

"PLEASE HELP, I'M DOWN HERE!" The male voice cried out.

You looked all over the room, and noticed a hatch to what looked like a cellar, the doors chained shut with heavy rocks on top.

"Commander, I don't like the feeling of this..." One of your team, Leon shuttered out.

"Cover me, we must save this man!" You said with no hesitation.

You ran over to the doors, and ripped the rock off with brute strength. You smashed the chains off with the butt of your gun, and yanked them off. You could now open the door.

"Houston, Leon, with me!" You commanded.

They stacked up behind you and took stance. You ripped the doors open, and out came a man fell out, wearing some sort of uniform. And behind him was a some of two dozen men, armed. You had been tricked.

"Commander!" Houston yelled, jumping in front of you as a bullet as shot. It ripped through his heart like a dagger. He fell to the ground, going limp.

"You fuckers!" You shouted.

You went to shoot, but a rock came flying and hit you right in the eye. You heard everyone else struggle and a few gunshots. When you came back from the hit, you were grabbed and restrained.

The man you first saw, immediately tied all your team up, but a couple of the guys had you in a hold, rather than tied up. You were so scared, for everyone. The first guy who came out grabbed his walkie and talked into it.

"Naga, this is Blade. I have their Commander. Waiting your order."

"Good, bring their Commander to me. Take the rest to the pit. We have work that needs done." The mysterious voice spoke over the radio.

"Got it."

When your team started to get taken away like cattle, you got pissed. You saw the bodies of a few crew mates and it made you almost get sick. Houston and Leon were dead, all because of you.

When you started to be dragged away, you began to kick and scream.

"Get off me you rat fucking bastards! I'll kill you all!" You shouted.

The men only chucked, and kept walking.

You were able to get an arm free and sucker punch one. The other, you kicked straight in the teeth, which made him double over. You took the opportunity and snapped his neck with ease.

The other man though quickly recovered and tackled you. You both fought for a minute until you somehow got on top, flipping him to his back. You restrained his arms with your leg and grabbed his face.

"I fucking told you, asshole. Now, join your friend." You said with anger. You quickly pulled his head back, killing him. You got off and took a rifle he wore.

You looked around and started to gather your surroundings. Now you were kind of confused. First thing first, you had to find your team. You ran back to the garage and went to the corpses of Houston and Leon.

"I'm so sorry you guys." You said, picking up their dog tags. This was the only way to identify them now.

You left and followed a blood trail to a nearby meadow. There, in the distance, you saw thick trees. You came up to a set of some, and in front of you was a 4-way split.

"Fuck! I'll be fucked if I go the wrong way...." But before you could even think, you felt a presence.

Like, somebody was watching you. You looked up into the trees, and that's when you saw a man wearing a strange cap, sunglasses, and a bandanna. He held a tube in his mouth.

Before you could run, he put air into it and shot out a dart at you of some sort. Luck was not with you today though.

It sucks right into your neck. And it felt like a rock had just dropped on you from a great height. You fell to your knees and collapsed. You tried to crawl, but the world went black around you.

The man jumped down from the trees and came over. He removed the dart and rolled you over to see your face. When he saw it was you, he picked you up and carried you towards his large camp.

"Finally got you."

Meanwhile, back at the safe house

Lazar came up to Adler and Sims.

"Doc, Y/N was supposed to come back 5 hours ago. I was even told if I don't hear anything, to come to find them." Lazar spoke with worry.

Adler almost brushed it off, until he heard your name.

"Wait, as in Y/N Y/L/N? Commander of Strike team?" He questioned.

"Yes, remember they went into the Jungle for the possible compound raid. I think something is wrong." He said.

Adler put out his cigarette and got up. He walked over to a plan made out by you. His eyes went large, and he immediately started to pack up and get ready.

"Lazar, you are right. There is a good chance they are in danger. We leave right now! Get everyone rounded up and locked and loaded." He commanded.

Lazar did as he was told, and got everything in line. The crew left within 5 minutes.

One day later, Y/N POV

You finally woke back up, but you were changed to a wall. Your clothes have scratches, and your head felt like a bobblehead. The room had a bright, uncomfortable light above the head. You looked around and saw so much drug paraphernalia.

You were about to pass out again until the door opened, and the same man from before stepped into the room. You both made eye contact, and you saw a slight smile behind his bandanna.

He came over to you and ran his hand over your face.

"Well, look who is finally awake. I thought you weren't going to ever wake back up, my precious little dandelion." He said in a creepy tone.

You revolted to his touch and tried to kick. But, you were held in place by the tough shackles.

"No no no, little one. You won't be leaving now. Do you know how long I waited for you? And here you fall right into my lap...." He trailed off.

You still kicked and screamed, until he finally walked away over to a projector.

"Oh Y/N, I've been watching you for months now. I knew you had been tracing people like me to raid their compounds. Well, I didn't want you fucking up my business." He said, pulling up the images on the projector.

You looked at them in horror when you realized they were of you, in many different states. You at your own home, on a date with Lazar, out with the safe house team for bowling and drinks, even you in the shower. The fucking shower!

You began to cry. You were very afraid.

The man only laughed upon seeing your tears and started playing audio logs of you calling your family on holidays.

"Don't cry, little one. I've always wanted you in my life." He spoke, slowly walking towards you. You began to panic, and started kicking and muffled screaming again.

When he reached you, he ran his hand up your side, and to your face.

"Don't worry. My name is Naga and I'm here to keep you forever. You are mine now, you know." He said.

He stepped back and turned on an older song. He kept the pictures up as he walked towards you with a knife. Your heart sank.

"Do you see this, honey? This is what you'll get when you misbehave. Understand?" He spat at you.

"I'm going to undo your gag. Don't do anything stupid." Naga said.

As soon as he did, he smiled.

"There. Now, why don't you tell me something with that gorgeous mouth?"

You looked right at him, and spit right into his eye. He jumped back in disgust. That pissed him off, and his gaze turned cold.

"You fucking bitch! You'll pay for that!"

But before he could even lunge, a man came from behind and wrestled him to the ground. That man was none other than Lawrence Sims.

You started to wiggle as you saw Lazar and everyone else behind him. He quickly ran over to you and got you free. Adler jumped in with Sims and restrained Naga. He put up one hell of a fight though.

You were carried away to the EVAC chopper, where Mason sat.

"Y/N!" Mason shouted, helping you get onboard.

You sat up and coughed. Your body hurt so much, you felt drained.

"Please Mason, clean up this cut on my leg. It's getting infected." You pleaded.

Immediately, he started to tend to every wound you had. It stung like hell but you were relieved it was over. Lazar sat with you and held your hand. You felt like you were in shellshock.

After about 10 minutes, everyone came back to the heli. Lazar didn't look happy.

"What the hell? Where is he??" He questioned.

Adler pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Sims just signed.

"He got away. The bastard is like a snake. Plus not to mention, he turned my balls into innies." Adler said with defeat.

You sat up and hugged the blanket tighter around you. You looked around at everyone as the heli flew off.

"Wait, what about my team? They still might be down there...."

Adler nodded at you.

"We sent in spec ops to recover survivors. But we are glad to see you back here safe."

You nodded with relief and lay back against the heli. You looked out over the dark skies and the now ominous trees below. You knew, deep down inside down there, this wasn't over.

Naga still roamed these trees. You looked down over the treetops and clenched your fist tight.

"I promise, this isn't over. I'll be back, even stronger."

#naga cold war #black ops cold war #cold war #naga x reader #one shot

[giorno-plays-piano]

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Dabi x villain!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, non-con, stalking, mentions of human experimentation, non-consensual drug use, lots of swearing.

Words: 1841.

Summary: Running away from the lab where you had been experimented on for years, you have no choice but to join the League of Villains to escape from the government. Of course, you don’t expect things to go smoothly, especially when one mutilated son of a bitch just can’t leave you alone.

P.S. I’ve suddenly remembered Rogue who had been my favorite character once; the heroine’s Quirk is partly based on her ability.

My dear @navegandoaciegas​, this is my first attempt at writing Dabi. Hope you’re going to enjoy reading it ❤

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"Fuck, how much can you drink at once, birdie? Ain't you scared to pass out in a place full of men?"

Oh God, it was that smug bastard again. For the past couple of days Dabi couldn't get off your back for a full damn minute.

"Men? Here?" You opened your eyes and raised an eyebrow at the man whose face was right above yours as he leaned on the back of the couch where you laid. "I see just a couple of kids and one burnt corpse who can never fucking shut up."

"Oh? Wanna see how well can a burnt corpse fuck you up?"

Always up to a challenge. You rolled your eyes at his obvious display of hostility despite the fact he'd most definitely lose against you. Besides, Shigaraki would barely enjoy you two ruining the League's hideout, and upsetting that asshole ready to go berserk any moment certainly wasn't one of your priorities.

"Just go fuck yourself, would you? I'm not in the mood to bark at you."

"Well, then don't. I didn’t come here for that, actually."

This was something new. He suddenly became calm as you studied his grotesque mutilated face inches away from yours. Your expression didn’t betray any emotions either since you weren't shocked or disgusted by the way Dabi looked: you've seen worse in the laboratory, and repulsive things had long stopped looking repulsive to you.

"What are you here for, then?" You asked him, trying to remember if you finished that second bottle of sake or not. Since the time you accidentally got one of those useless Quirks, you couldn't get drunk anymore - now strong alcohol only made you sleepy.

"I've always wanted to ask why the fuck are you wearing these." Dabi pointed out to the black leather gloves laying on the coffee table in front of you, and you rolled your eyes again. One more useless question.

"In this team of no-brainers you're the last person I expected to ask me this question." Groaning, you moved up a little to take more comfortable position and stared at the man above you intensely.

"Don't you want to gather as many Quirks as possible? If so, why wearing gloves when you can only get a Quirk through touch?"

You were close to snapping at him, and it certainly made Dabi look even more smug.

"Who the fuck do you think I am, a garbage bin?" You barked wishing you could teleport the bastard somewhere to Hawaii. "I only take Quirks I need, and it isn't easy to find those in that damp of useless abilities regular citizens have. Besides, some Quirks are quite dangerous for their owners and I'd prefer them not existing at all. You, of all people, should already get that, Pretty Face."

He smiled at you, but you saw his hollow eyes sparkling dangerously at your last remark, and you felt his body emanating heat he could turn into his famous blue flames within a second. Nasty shit, that what's you thought of his Quirk. Who on Earth would want anything like that? You doubted anyone but a true psychopath could really appreciate something as fucked up as Dabi's ability to burn anything and anyone, himself including. You definitely didn't want to use his Quirk despite already taking it as almost all of those belonging to the League of Villains. It wasn't intentional, though.

"You'd better start watching your mouth, birdie. You ain't back in the lab." His smile grew wider as he saw your expression darkening at the mention of the lab.

Fucking son of a bitch. You bet he'd go insane during the first month being locked up there.

"Huh, calm down, dear. I think it's better we get along."

You sent him a glare wishing you could throw his overconfident ass out of the window. Dabi loved messing with fucking everyone, Shigaraki included, but he was still a valuable member of the team. Killing him would do you no good.

Showing him your middle finger, you put your head on the pillow and took the half-empty bottle of sake. Thank goodness you didn't finish it. You hoped Dabi would vanish by the time you were done.

You spent a few minutes in complete silence as the man kept leaning on the couch and watching you drinking while you did your best trying to relax. Why the Hell was Dabi stuck here with you? Didn't he have any other things he should be doing now? Was he here to get under your skin even more? Shit, you just wanted to be left alone. You wanted it since the time they brought you to the lab, but since then somebody had always been getting on your nerves one way or the other.

"Seriously, what do you want from me?" You grunted as you opened your eyes again and stared at Dabi's face. "You wanna take the couch or what? I ran out of sake if you're here for it."

There was that smug smile again. Saints, the guy had been creeping you out with his long intense stares for quite some time, but today he was even less bearable than usual. He definitely wanted something from you, and the feeling was making you uneasy.

"You wanna hook up, birdie?"

You thought you were gonna choke on air when you heard him saying that. What? Seriously? Did he hurt his head so bad last time heroes attacked? So, that was the meaning of those stares, then? He thought you were the one he could stick his dick in. Wincing from the thought like from a toothache, you squeezed your eyes shut. The guy was clearly mad.

"Are you out of your mind? Why would I want to hook up with anyone?" You huffed with irritation and realized Dabi was having way more fun than you.

"Don't tell me you're actually a virgin."

"You think I can be a virgin with the life I'm having?" You sounded more bitter than you thought you would, and the man above you chuckled. He was getting on your nerves more and more with each passing second.

"Then why not? Sex is a good way to relax. You certainly seem like you could let off some steam." You flinched when Dabi extended his hand to you, but he had only brushed of a lock of your hair out of your face. "I bet I can help you with that better than most of the team."

"Sex is painful, and I don't like pain. Go have fun with Toga, she seems more into that than me." You narrowed your eyes at him, your hand almost touching his neck if the villain decided he'd go further without your consent. His stupid grin going wider was making you more and more mad.

Of course, he wouldn't go to Himiko. That asshole had his own type, and she certainly didn't fall into that category. Why did you? You had no idea, but you doubted he would ever lay his hands on you. Yeah, you knew what sex was, and it had nothing to do with pleasure like in those stupid romantic novels you once bought. It was humiliating and painful. If you had a chance to get back to those who did it to you back in the lab, you'd rip their hearts out of their rib cages.

The expression on your face didn't seem to faze Dabi even the slightest bit, and you rolled your eyes in irritation. Apparently, he wouldn't give up unless you showed him you weren't some doll he could play with, and Shigaraki was probably going to get real mad at the both of you this evening.

All of a sudden you felt some strange tickling in your muscles you had never felt before. What was that? Confused, you quickly glanced over the room to see no one except Dabi still on his spot. What was that? Was it some hero's work? Had they found your hideout? No, it couldn’t be. You'd hear them, feel them before somebody even set their foot on your territory. It wasn't a hero.

Unwilling to wait for any surprises to happen, you used a regeneration Quirk, the one you were gifted on your 14th birthday so you could heal yourself after they ran the tests without troubling a healer too much. Strangely, the Quirk did nothing about the tickling, and you felt your legs getting weaker. What the fuck was that?

As you raised your head to ask Dabi for help, you suddenly realized he was eager to see what you were doing. He looked like he enjoyed watching you in such state, confused and even frightened, your knees slightly trembling as if you became weak within a couple of seconds.

It was him. He did something to you. The bastard had the nerve to do something to your body so it'd be easier to handle you.

"What have you done?" You hissed at him while he chuckled, pointing at the bottles of sake on the table. "Have you poisoned my drink?"

But the regeneration would work in that case. You knew for sure.

Running his finger around the shell of your ear, Dabi hummed with content, "Poisoned? Come on, who do you think I am, an Evil Queen? That's just a little handy potion that has a tendency to slowly accumulate in your body. Makes you a little softer, don't you think?"

Oh. Oh. That's why he was always watching you. He had no idea when the effects would start to show. Did he fucking realize it could happen in the heat of the battle when you needed your Quirks the most? Did Dabi have any idea what would happen if heroes managed to lock you away again?

"Seems like you planned to abandon me if heroes attacked, didn't you?" You gritted your teeth when Dabi got on top of you, his hands on your chest as he caressed your body like a lover would, his hot fingers getting under your clothes.

"Of course not. I'd play your personal hero and save your stubborn ass the trouble of murdering everyone."

While you desperately wanted to kick him off you came to realization you weren't able to even stand up, your arms and legs so weak you could barely move while Dabi had no problems stripping you out of your clothes, his hands on the your thighs as he took off your pants.

Shit, shit, shit. You couldn’t use any Quirks to hurt him, all of them barely responding to your call. What was that potion? Why nobody in the lab prepared you for this? How on Earth did that shithead obtain such a dangerous thing?

"If you hurt me, I'll rip your brain out of your skull and bring it to Shigaraki as a present."

His chapped, disfigured lips brushed against your neck almost gently when the man murmured, "It doesn't have to be painful, birdie. I'll show you how much fun we can have together."

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Tags: @coolio-love @awesomerextyphoon​

#dabi x reader #dabi #dabi bnha #bnha #mha #yandere

[terrm9]

after all that i’ve done (Tatum x Lina)

This is officially part 2 of you give it to me anyway; however it’s perfectly readable as a one-shot, too.

WC: 4.4k, Rating: M (mature)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of army injury, alcohol & drug consumption, sex - only talking about these things, nothing graphic.

Author’s note: As expected, this doesn’t meet my writing goals at all. I got tired of looking at it, though, so here it is. Thank you so so much for reading and leaving a feedback, it means the whole world to me <3

Five weeks.

Five weeks of separation, five weeks filled with texts and phone calls and face-times and there was also a letter waiting on Lina’s bed one day – for old times‘ sake, Tatum joked.

And Lina has never been a patient woman, no. She hated those five weeks, in all her honesty.

(We managed five years, I can handle five weeks, she has been telling herself on repeat.)

The five weeks have passes. Lina’s year at Vancross was over. Election has been won.

She is home, at last. Home in Rutherland. Home in Mendozas‘ living room, Tatum’s arm wrapped around her shoulders and her own around his waist.

Leaning into his side and blushing under the attention she is getting from Mr. Mendoza, she is home.

(At last.)

„Lina!“ Tatum’s dad beams at her, a smile so wide she is sure his cheeks hurt. Where is all that Tatum’s stoicism coming from, she wonders (and then she remembers, those damn five years. Tatum used to be a perfect picture of his father – huge smiles and carefree laughters; there is nothing inherited in who he is now. He has become who he is in those five years.)

„It’s so amazing to see you again,“ Mr. Mendoza – Jerome, he insists – breaks her out of own mind. „Tatum couldn’t stop talking about you these past few weeks. It’s been Lina here and Lina there and ‚I wonder what Lina is doing‘ and-„

„Okay, dad, I am sure she gets it,“ Tatum interrupts, his voice carrying tracks of annoyance, but Lina knows it’s not really there. She has never seen a relationship more beautiful, more pure than the one between Tatum and his dad.

When Lina looks up at him, expression amused and an eyebrow raised, Tatum simply shrugs – he will not deny that he missed her. He will not support his dad’s teasing, either.

„Thank you, Jerome,“ she smiles back, probably just as widely. „I am more than happy to be back home.“

Tatum picked her up at the airport and Lina didn’t even consider going to her mother’s house. Without any conversation, they both knew she would be staying at Mendozas for some time.

She would be staying home.

„Well, I will leave you kids to it,“ Jerome winks at them and this time, Tatum does look slightly uncomfortable. „I promised Victoria I would help Josh with the nursery for the little one. Don’t wait for me with the dinner!“ He winks again and the suggestion behind his words is more than clear. Tatum’s hand twitches at Lina’s shoulder as he mutters under his breath.

„For the love of God, just go, dad.“

Lina is trying very hard not to think about what is happening. About how she is taking the stairs to walk into Tatum’s room – the room she hasn’t been to in six years. About how Tatum’s shoulders are tense under his tight black t-shirt, even though he is smiling softly at her as he opens the door.

About how this is all so well-known to her and yet so fucking different.

About the conversation they are inevitably having today. She is trying very, very hard not to think about that.

It takes several seconds for Lina to take the room in – to compare her memories to the present moment, to remember if the walls have always been this shade of gray and that there was definitely not a king-sized bed in teenage Tatum’s room.

"Ah," she can't help but grin as she spots the blank space above the bed.

"Where has the Emma Watson poster gone?"

Even though Tatum's face remains stoic, Lina catches a glimpse of amusement in his eyes.

"Dad turned this room into the one for visitors while I was gone," he replies shrugging. "I didn't think it would be, uh, appropriate to have the poster here."

Nodding, Lina takes the room further in and her breath hitches in her throat as she notices things that haven't changed, haven't been removed. The photo of the two of them from Tatum's eighteenth birthday party on a bedside table. The Valentine's Day card Lina made for him in the kindergarten pinned above his writing desk. The elegant black box sitting on the desk and she knows it's filled with the cinema tickets and concert tickets and the little notes Lina left from him in the books he has borrowed her. The ugliest mug ever made proudly displayed on a windowsill - Lina promised to bring him the ugliest souvenire from her trip to Prague and she came back with the mug. Photo of Lina in a long summer dress taken only a few days before Tatum left Rutherland, on a dresser (although it looks slightly rumpled and with a swell of her heart Lina wonders if maybe he had had this photo in his wallet while he was away, close to him at all times?)

"And these," she gestures around the room, "are not inappropriate?"

"Never," he doesn't miss a beat.

In two long strides, he closes the gap between them and taker her face into his hands, eyes full of that tenderness that scares her, full of affection and also, she notices, full of need.

„Lina,“ he whispers as he scans her face and Lina is not sure what he is trying to say – his eyes, God, those eyes, so beautiful, so breathtaking, screaming many things at once and Lina can only guess.

I missed you. I am so happy you are finally with me. I am, at last, at peace. I love you with my whole being and then some more.

All the things she feels within herself. All the things she is, just like him, not capable of saying. Neither of them has ever been a master of words. Of course, it has always been easy to talk to Tatum about others, about life, about nothing in particular.

But to talk to Tatum about Tatum?

(To talk to Lina about Lina?)

That’s... hard. Difficult. So easy to fuck up.

So she kisses him. Pulls him closer and covers his mouth with hers, pouring all that is unspoken into that kiss, hoping it could be enough.

(It is. It always is.)

Five weeks is a long time for everyone. It’s been fucking long time for Lina and Tatum.

The kisses are hungry, desperate, full of need and catching up, making up for the lost time – it would be so easy, so damn easy to just take his clothes off, to let him take hers off and then just have him take her.

So damn easy.

Lina knows he would do it, his higher principles be damned because the heat radiating from his body, the low rumble coming from the back of his throat, his hands caressing her torso – all a proof that he is just a man, that he wants her.

Tatum would do everything – anything – for Lina. He once told her he would die for her – and what a cliché, used by many, sung by rockstars and written down by poets, I would die for you, a confession or perhaps a promise, whispered freely by millions but meant scarcely by dozens.

Lina knows he means it. He would give up all his breaths for her.

(As she would for him. She decided to live for him, after all, and maybe that’s even more severe.)

And it’s so tempting she almost takes it, takes him-

It's the first time with you. (Spoken five weeks ago and still echoing in her head, those gentle words of his, for fuck’s sake)

- she can’t.

God, how she wants to forget what has been and what will be and just let them enjoy the moment of all that is physical and beautiful and easy - nothing that is their reality, has been for years, hard and ugly.

“We need to talk,” she whispers and she hates how her voice trembles already, trembles with all those wrong, dreadful emotions.

A long exhale leaves Tatum and he closes his eyes before nodding – and if he was tense before, he is statue-like now, the only movement are his hands, hugging Lina more tightly.

“Yes,” he says quietly and leads her to his bed, a habit older than Lina can remember – serious talks need to be taken to bed, they used to joke. Sitting next to each other, backs leaned against the wall behind them (knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder), Lina looks into his eyes briefly and murmurs: “Could you go first, please?”

There is no need to particularize what is this talk going to be about – two people that shared everything, two people who have been through most of that everything together, being separated for five years, well, that’s a lot of catching up to do.

And while they have gotten to the talks about Lina’s school and Tatum’s time in army already, while she already knows about the injury that made him leave and he already knows about all the fights she has had with her mother and how it all led to her year at Vancross, they have successfully avoided talking about the people they met in those years apart, until now.

There has been no talk about the relationships and as curious as Lina has been, she never dared to ask about Tatum’s sex life. He is her best friend, though. First and foremost, he is her best friend and she knows about the first girl he kissed and the first girl he has bought flowers for and the first one he invited for a date.

“It was not long after I joined army that I met Cara,” Tatum speaks, taking Lina’s hand into his own, fingers intertwined. “She was a cousin of a fellow soldier and lived in a town nearest to our base. She came to visit him fairly often and she was impossible not to notice,” he chuckles quietly. “So loud and cheery and full of joy. Everyone was excited to see her after some time. She brought life to the people that mostly talked about death. She never hesitated to show me that she likes me. And you know, at army, dating is anything but easy – but Cara was understanding. So we started dating after five months.”

His voice is soft when he tells her all of it (so freely, so naturally, and Lina wishes her story – her stories – could be that easy to tell, too), as is his smile. No matter what has gone down between Tatum and Cara, there is no grudge he is holding, not a sign of hatred. And maybe Lina should feel jealous, maybe there should be a pang of something inside her ribs, something uncomfortable. There’s nothing.

If anything, she is grateful that Tatum had someone he could rely on for all those years. Grateful that Cara had been there to look after him at times Lina couldn’t.

„She was always so,“ he hums for a moment. „So happy. It didn’t take long for me to understand that the happy face, the loud laughter, that those things were her cover up for something terrible, something that was making her miserable. But she never wanted to talk about it and so I didn’t ask. As she didn’t ask in return.“

Tatum’s head bumps into the wall softly, too and his gaze is on a ceiling when he speaks again.

„She was a good girl. And the relationship was... nice. Easy. We made sure it would stay easy. And in that easiness, it lacked depth. I have never gotten to know her better and she has never gotten to know me.“

A long silence follows and Lina wonders if she should ask more, if she should interrupt his thread of thoughts. Before she can say anything, Tatum speaks again and this time, his voice is filled with regret.

„She had your hair.“

She reminded me of you, is what he is not saying.

„How long did the relationship last?“ Lina asks when the silence gets too thick, too uncomfortable.

„Three years and something.“

„You broke up when you had to leave army?“ she prompts softly, curiosity getting the best of her.

Tatum shakes his head before looking down at Lina and responding.

„No, we ended it before the injury happened. She found the photo of you in my wallet one day, after the discussion about my driving license – she needed to see the thing herself and as she opened the wallet, the first thing she saw was, well... you. She asked me ‚So this is the girl you are trying to forget?‘. After my initial surprise, I only said that you are my best friend.“

Breaking the eye contact, he looks ahead before finishing the story.

„‘The best friend you are in love with?‘, she asked again and it was the first time someone said that aloud. I couldn’t lie to her, not when she asked so directly. She said she understood and you know what Lina? I think she really did. I never found out who was she trying to forget, but she did understand me.“

„And after Cara?“ Lina asks, even though she is afraid she knows her answer.

„After Cara, there was nobody.“

„Are you-,“ she takes a deep breath to calm down her rapidly beating heart. „Do you really mean that you only slept with Cara? Ever?“

Tatum laughs at that, squeezing Lina’s hand. „Life in army – or healing after the injury you have gotten there – do not exactly give you opportunities to get laid, galyetas.“

„Oh,“ is all Lina manages to breathe out. „Oh.“

Oh, shit. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is her worst nightmare. This is worse than anything she feared.

Lina feels Tatum’s gaze on her, an unspoken ‚It’s your turn‘ hanging between them but she cannot, she cannot.

She feels like throwing up and crying at the same time and she cannot do this, she must run and run and run until she cannot catch her breath and never return because Tatum, her Tatum, deserves everything and she can give him nothing.

Not daring to look at Tatum, Lina tries to take a deep breath – to take any breath (and it feels like she has done the running already, she ran away and yet here she is, next to the man she loves, next to the man she is going to destroy.)

"You know you don't have to tell me anything, Lina," Tatum whispers, his knuckles caressing Lina's colarbone softly - a touch featherlight, almost too tender to bear.

And she needs to take another deep breath, the fire inside her blazing sedulously (painfully. It hurts to burn for Tatum, it pains as much as it pleases).

It all feels too much – his touch, his presence too good, too terrific; it feels like a dream.

(One she will soon turn into a nightmare)

„No, I do,“ she chokes out at last and finally looks into his eyes, forcing her memory to capture them fully – the chocolate brown of his irises with the specks of deep green in them, the dilated pupils and that damn warmth seeping from them, all those emotions. His eyes are smiling at her, eyes loving and caring and once she tells him everything, all of that love and care and smile will be gone and she begs her memory to remember Tatum’s eyes.

She begs her memory to forget everything but Tatum’s eyes (beautiful and breathtaking)

„I missed you,“ she begins. „I missed you like hell, Tatum, From the moment you were gone, it hurt. And I needed to find some kind of distraction, something to fill my mind with. The letters were not enough sometimes.“

Her voice is so apologetic, cracking after every other word and she hates it, hates how it sounds, hates how it is certainly telling Tatum where this is going, already.

“It was…” she stops and shrugs, trying so desperately to find the right words - which is ironic, really, as there are hardly any right words for this. “Manageable, that first year. I got drunk or high - sometimes both - went home, reread your latest letter and cried myself to sleep.”

Determined to look straight ahead of herself, Lina doesn’t see Tatum’s intense gaze on her. She feels it, however. (She always feels him, no matter her senses.)

She also hears his faint scoff.

Manageable has probably not been the most right choice of a word, then.

Then again, she has never done this before. Has never spoken about those years without Tatum to anyone.

Years of loneliness she decided to fill.

(Needed to fill, so desperately.)

Years of self-hatred that still lingers.

„The letters stopped coming, then,“ she whispers and even though she knows now why, she knows about her mother contacting Tatum only to ask him to stop sending them because it’s ‚too hurtful‘ for Lina; even though she knows all of it, she cannot keep the hurt from her voice.

„It was maybe three or four months after the last letter that it began to dawn on me, that another one is not coming. I was at this party and the first time, it was not planned, not intentional. It just... happened. I was getting drunk and ready to go home to reread the letter when it hit me, you know?“ she gulps and blinks several times to keep the tears from falling. „It hit me that I do not have anything to reread. And the guy was there, buying me drinks the whole night and he told me about his hotel room. So I went.“

Now, she needs to squeeze her eyes shut and the tears do fall and she hates them, hates herself, hates the past. But the dam has been broken and words are flowing out of her and she needs to tell Tatum everything, even if it is the last thing she will ever tell him.

„I do not remember his name and I do not remember what he looked like. I only remember that I hated every second of the sex, but the feeling of hating something else than the emptiness in me was strong enough for me to keep doing this. The second time, I planned it. And the third and every single one after that. I do not know who those people were, Tatum,“ she whispers and it scares her how still Tatum is, his hand still in hers but unmoving. There’s no reassuring squeezing.

(It’s what she deserves.)

„I never asked about their names and I never gave away mine. It happened every other week – I went to the city, got drunk, got fucked, went home. One time, paparazzi caught me kissing a woman in a bar and of course, the next day the picture was all over the magazines. My mother took a flight back home, then and I thought that maybe she would ask me what was going on, that maybe she would care. She tossed a bag my way, filled with wigs and contact lenses and told me that if I want to ruin my life, I need to make sure it doesn’t ruin her career, too. Then she left.“

Annie – Lina’s only female friend before Dionne – always used to say that what Lina is doing is a perfect example of post-breakup behavior. It never made sense to Lina. There was never a relationship. There was no breakup. She was just lonely and wanted some company.

It makes sense to her, now. She knows now that she loves Tatum in a way that is far from friendly and she knows now that she felt that way all those years ago, too. Back then, she would never admit that.

But Lina knows now. Her best friend, the closest person she has ever had, the person she’s been in love with left and Christ, that hurt more than a breakup.

„I do not know how many men I slept with, how many women. I never counted. The only thing I know that I never enjoyed the sex, not once,“ Lina scoffs and then muses, more to herself than Tatum. „Sometimes I wonder if I am even capable of that. Enjoying sex. Not that it matters,“ she adds in a rushed voice, because truly, her selfish wonder about her selfish sex life is not something that matters at the moment.

„I hate that it was that way, Tatum, I hate everything about those years you were gone. Most of all, I hate myself. But I cannot take that back. Those things are part of me now, no matter how hideous that part is.“

Silence. Long, terrible silence.

„What was the last time?“ Tatum asks suddenly and his voice is hollow, emotionless, so awfully neutral.

„Three weeks before Vancross? Maybe a month?“

This time when Tatum speaks, the emotions are clear in his voice – surprise, most of them all.

„And nobody after that? Nobody at Vancross?“

„Of course not!“ Lina exclaims, more loudly than intended – she still doesn’t look at him, though. „I was... There was no need-„ she bites her lower lip, trying to find the right words. She decides on the truth, in the end. „You were there with me. I was not lonely anymore. Not empty.“

There is a long silence, thick and suffocating and Lina feels like choking, drowning, this is the end, she thinks. She cannot meet Tatum's eyes, the fear of what she might find in them too tremendous - hate, disgust or perhaps resentment?

(All the things she would find in her own eyes, did she look in the mirror now)

And she deserves that look - the look that will crush her and destroy everything that is (was) between them; she deserves so much worse, she knows, but it doesn't make it any easier to open her damn eyes and look at him.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Lina braces herself to face the reality, squeezing her eyes shut even more tightly, as if the counter movement of the one that is her goal could miraculously encourage her to do it and-

"I am sorry I was not there," she hears Tatum's whisper, the sound full of pain and regret and her eyes snap open without any forcible impulse sent by her brain.

What the fuck is the first reaction she manages to get out of herself.

„I should’ve fought harder for us,“ he adds and tugs her hand, forcing her to – fucking finally – look at him. „I should have been there, one way or another.“

„For fuck‘s sake, Tatum,“ Lina snaps and stands up, not able to sit calmly. „Stop this. Just...just stop this, okay? You cannot be sorry. You need to hate me, resent me. I screwed everything up. Be angry or something.“

„Lina,“ he whispers softly for what must be the eighth time that day and stands up too, cupping her cheek softly, gently enough for her to break free if that’s what she wants. „As if I could ever hate you.“

Lina’s heart breaks at those words. She is sure it does, she can feel the sharp pain in her chest and it must be that, right? Tears are threatening to fall once again and her hands are trembling and Tatum just stands there, thumb tracing her cheekbone tenderly, looking at her, waiting.

Patiently, calmly. Waiting. As he always is.

„You should,“ she whispers at the very same moment the first tear fall down, at the very moment a sob leaves her mouth. „You need to. I am not the Lina I used to be, Tatum. I am not a good person. I am all those terrible things that you are not and I can only cause you hurt. Please, Tatum, for your own sake just... please, just hate me.“

Tatum bows his head down, his lips – warm, soft, gentle – touching her cheek, kissing the tears away.

Lina’s heart keeps breaking.

„I know who you are, Lina girl. I see you as you are.“

Another kiss on the other cheek.

„It’s the past. Past that has not been easy for either of us. But it’s gone. We have each other now and I will have you for as long as you will have me.“

„But-„ she protests, only for Tatum’s thumb on her lips to stop her.

„You are not what you have done. You are not what happened to you. You are my best friend. My Lina. My galyetas. You are still the very same Lina that created the Valentine’s Day card for me at the age of five because you were worried I wouldn’t get a card from anyone else.“

They both chuckle at the memory – the bastard got eight – eight! – Valentine’s Day cards that year.

„You are still the Lina that alarmed her mother and all the assistants on the President tour because you needed to get back to Rutherland immediately – because it was the first Mother’s Day without my mom and you knew I would be miserable.“

Well, yeah, her mother was not overly happy when she had to pay for the private jet that took Lina back home. Immediately.

Tatum’s hand traces her jawline, falling down on her neck, her shoulder, her exposed collarbone until it lands on her chest, until Lina’s heart beats under it.

„You are the Lina I grew up with. You are my best friend. You are the most important person in my life and that cannot be changed. I know who you are. I see you as you are, I see you as the beautiful, loving, compassionate Lina you are and it hurts me to know that you cannot see yourself that way.“

Another sobs escapes Lina and she feels dizzy, heart beating rapidly, head underwater.

(How is she supposed to deal with this? With him and with herself?)

„I will make sure to remind you,“ Tatum whispers into her ear, kissing her earlobe there and again, Lina has no idea what to say. Again, she acts instead.

She kisses him, a deep, slow kiss and here it is again, that hope that it’s enough.

(It is. It always is.)

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Thank you so much for reading, again! I am already working on the third part in which these two finally get to the banging so I hope you won't get tired of them just yet

#l & t #foreign affairs #tatum mendoza #tatum x mc #tatum x lina #lina monroe

[hentaimommi]

ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ | ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ (x fem reader)

Summary: The "underground" ran gangs were no joke. It was all fun and games until Eren wanted coke.

Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol use, smoking, violence, and death. seduction and smut

[A/N]: I'm not back but heres a draftt

unedited sorry for any mistakes xx

[N E R V O U S]

"Armin I'm serious, it'll be cool." Eren spoke calmly, discarding the rapper for his gum into the garbage. Armin twisted his thumbs together, tapping his foot. Eren had asked him to retrieve some so called 'package' from his dealer. He wasn't forcing it upon him, rather, calling in a favor. His reasoning had been 'I'll be busy with Mikasa.' Yet neither of them disclosed exactly why they'd be busy. Armin had never been the the underground part of the Shiganshina city. All he knew was it wasn't actually underground.

"I can do it, I guess." He sat back, crossing his legs. Eren smiled, opening the black drawer up below the table. Within it was illegal substances along with stacks of cash. Armin peaked over the edge, peering into it. The white of Eren's palm clasped over a band, sitting it onto the glass that had been separating both of them. "Just give him the band and take the package. In and out." The blonde swallowed dryly, reaching across the table. The stack was heavy, easily one thousand dollars. "Leave now and be back by eleven. If you run into trouble, call me."

His slender figure stood, nimble and sweaty fingers caressing through his blonde locks. Eren gave him a nod of confirmation as he began walking toward the door. His brain ran a million miles a second. He could die, or worse, get caught. The black sneakers he had on squeaked the marble floor as he exited the apartment building. The streets were slightly coated with fog, a byproduct of the earlier rain. Sweat began beading up on the back of his neck. He'd never broken a law; not a serious one anyways. Sure, he'd manipulated rules and broken them too. Yet, never this.

The car drive was long, music slowly blasting through the radio of his new BMW. Armin prioritized self establishment, meaning he had worked for and bought the car himself. It was his prized position; now running the streets of the underground. Pedestrians turned their heads to him, often seeing mothers chasing after their children who were out to play in the puddles. He almost felt bad for the people who lived here. As he drove on, though, the bar sign he was meant to go into flashed brightly.

"OPEN FOR BUSINESS"

All he wanted to do was turn around. Eren was his best friend, but he'd surely understand why. Even so, he got up and out of the jet black vehicle. His shoes made loud thunks against the puddles, making him cringe. Swiftly he pocketed his keys and walked toward the bar. Upon entering, the smell of Tito's and cigars singed his nose hairs. He xhexked his pocket once more for the band, finding it safely resting in the polyester.

His ocean blue eyes peeked every corner of the bar until finding what Eren had described when offering this job to him. A person in a coat, hat, and sunglasses. How cliche. The bar tender was sure to notice this, although he didn't believe they would care much. His footsteps were heavy walking over to the person, each drop of sweat being heavier than the last. "H-Hello, are you, uh-" He checked the paper once more to clarify the name, "Snake?"

"I am." A cool, yet high pitched voice swallowed him whole. He watched as you removed your coat, hat, and sunglasses. The turtle neck you had on perfectly covered how obviously large your chest was, him hoping you didn't notice how he had looked. You tapped the cigarette out on the ash trey side, then picked up your half glass of liquor. "So, you're Eren?" You asked, taking a sip of the drink. It burned, but you wouldn't let it show.

"No, uh, I'm his friend. A-Armin. He sent me." His nails scratched at the table finish, making you raise an eyebrow. It was obvious this man was here against his will, perhaps called in on a favor. You felt bad, he wasn't in his element. "I'm (F/N), most call me snake on account of my tattoo. How did you end up here, if I may ask?" He shifted, crossing his legs. "Eren called me in on a favor for him. I've never really done this before, b-but you seem..nice." He could feel the goosebumps racing. Your eyes were piercing, hair perfectly elotted out in front of your beautiful face. You spoke so cool, so calm, like you new everyone was afraid.

"Well Armin, I'll give you a little run down. I'm the leader of a gang around here called Rose. I've cheated, lied, stolen..killed," He shivered, but watched your beautiful orbs travel from the room back to him. "I have a soft spot for people like you; perhaps you in general, you're so..innocent. It's almost enticing how I can smell it on you." A large gulp could be heard, he hadn't expected you to take such a liking to him so quickly. Not a woman like you.

"I-Is that good?" You smiled, chuckling and sitting your empty glass back down hard enough to make him jump. "It's fantastic. Hand the band over." Shakily he did as you told, pulling the thick wad from his pocket and pushing it across the table. You smiled, racking your fingers through the green. Then, you slid the opposing package over to him. "Pure cut ivory, the rich snort this shit. Be safe with it, will yon?" He blushed a bit, then nodding. "Good boy, huh? It's getting dark, would you want me to drive?" He was a little shocked my your question, realizing the brown bag was still out on the counter. He then shoved it into his pocket, replacing the band.

"How would you get home?" He asked, worried. "Honestly I'll just have one of my men come pick me up, no biggie. Wouldn't wanna leave a piece like you out in the cold how would we?" You stood, throwing down a twenty for the waitress. Dusting yourself off, you gave a hand to Armin. He still wasn't sure about you driving, he had only just met you. Your passive comments of attraction gave him comfort, though. He followed you outside as you waved goodbye to the few patrons who still resided in the bar.

"So, which is yours?" You asked, hand referencing the large parking lot. "The black BMW." He answered with a sense of ego, proud of his buy. You smiled. "Sweet, let's go." He gave you the keys, watching carefully as you started the car and pulled out. You seemed to know the streets well as you drove back to the city. He gave you small winded ins on how to get to his place. As you all pulled in, he watched your thighs rub the leather of his seat from your black pencil skirt riding up.

"We're here. I'll call Levi to c-" "NO, no, please come in for a moment. If you wish." Armin blurted aloud, cursing himself for being so forward. You chuckled, taking the keys from the ignition. He guessed you had wanted to when you opened your door, then his door. "Take me home, cutie." He nodded, hands beginning to sweat in pockets. You followed him diligently to his apartment, where he unlocked the door. The place smelled of cinnamon, eyes locking on the gorgeous set up of his place.

It was color coded black and marble, along. with white and brown. It looked expensive and large, too. "You can uh, sit your coat on the rack. I'll make drinks." He sat his own coat on the couch, headed over to the bar. You hung your coat up, trickling your way through the corridor and into the living room. A large flat screen was held above a fire place, two white couches facing the set up. You sat down softly, taking off your shoes and putting them next to the couch arm. "You must bring a lot of women here." You watched as he brought the drinks over, sitting them onto matching coasters. Armin chuckled softly, sitting next to you.

"I've never brought a woman home. I guess I'm not much of a womanizer." He scratched the back of his neck, watching as you picked up the glass. The rim stained with your burgundy lipstick, your tongue seductively wiping away the liquid from your lips. "I beg to differ." He could feel himself getting hard; from the moment you all met to now, you'd been complimenting him. He felt a connection to you, finally taking his chance to make love to someone. Although he had never, he wished it be special, and perhaps this would be.

"I've never met anyone like you, (F/N). I don't even know your last name and yet, you're so enchanting. Forgive me for thinking out loud." He took a sip, sitting the glass back down. "No, it's quite alright. I feel the same for you.." Your hand caressed his leg, trailing up his thigh. He watched, peaking to your thighs which were exposed again. Instantly he became hard, his cock pushing against his pants, begging for you.

In what seemed like an instant, he passionately grabs your face, kissing you softly. His lips were firm, obviously virgin. You held onto his hands with one of your own, the other entangled into his hair. His kiss only became more mature; deeper, if you would. Begging wordlessly. The heat between your legs grew while his cold hand slid up your thigh, contrasting the warm that had been growing for what felt like an lifetime. "I want you." He breathed, hand looping into your hair. "I want you so bad." You smiled, his head softly resting onto your heaving chest. "(F/N) (L/N). You can have me." "Armin Arlert."

After moments of hefty kissing and teasing, you all were back in his bedroom. Dimly lit as all rooms were, he watched your beautiful figure contort in the dark. You sat naked right above his cock, pulsating, precum beading. "Tell me Armin, do you like how I look?" You asked, pushing your clit onto his cock tip. He tensed, grabbing your hips. "I-I do." A sadistic smile returned to your face. "Fucking slut."

He relished the name you'd called him while you sat onto his hardness, hips rolling around. You were so tight, and had such a pretty pussy. He wanted to taste you, perhaps another time. Your body lifted up and down, fucking his cock so hard he felt as if he'd pass out. The snake tattoo you were known fro trailed from your thigh to your stomach, taking up half of the beautiful skin that resided there.

"Your tits are so god damn sexy." His hand pressed agaisnt the plush of your breast, softly caressing your nipple. The aftercare of sex was so beautiful; he'd came inside, but you'd let him rest onto you. He needed it. "You're god damn sexy." You responded as he nuzzled into your arm. "We need to get that coke to Eren, don't forget." You reminded.

"Eren can wait."

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[siriuslyshewrote]

Gotta Be A Reason - Shelby!Sister

Summary : Finn and Y/N have been drifting apart for a while, but a storm may help them reconcile.

Requested? Yes

1927 - February - Aged 18

The storm raged outside the Shelby house, rain pelting against the windows like tapping fingers, thunder rumbling so loudly it was deafening, lightning occasionally brightening the room through the thin lace curtains. The inside of the house was quiet, nearly all of its residents fast asleep, most of the Shelby siblings and their aunt able to sleep like the dead, even with the cacophony of noise outside.

You weren't, however, your hands, white knuckles showing through skin, clutching the quilt tightly around you in an almost cocoon, a way to block in the sounds of your sobs. Your forehead was damp, though you couldn't tell if it was from the tears, or the sweat that covered you on nights like these.

The nightmares had always plagued you, in different forms, ever since you were a tiny child. When you were younger, Polly had taken you to a variety of people to try and figure it out, but no one ever could, and after a while, you started to refuse to go with her, accepting that this was something you just had to deal with. When your father lived with you, the dreams were of his yells, the tiny cupboard that John often put the three of you - yourself, Finn, and Ada - in, when yelling turned into smashing furniture, then into worse things. During the war, there was gunshots and mud, and John and Tommy and Arthur, all dying in some horrific way. Afterwards, it was blood on the pavement, razor blades in caps, split knuckles, yells, and worst of all, the members of your family getting killed.

Now, it was similar dreams each night. They all ended the same way, John, bleeding, shot, on the pavement outside his own home. The blank glassy stare, the slightly open mouth that never would, and never could, make a joke again. Most nights you woke up screaming, Polly rushing into your room, wrapping her arms around you, hugging you tightly, saying nothing, because she knew no words would comfort you now. She held you until she thought you fell asleep, and then left the room quietly. You never fell back asleep. How could you?

You sniffed quietly, fingers brushing away the cold tears, the cold sweat on your forehead, pushing yourself into a sitting position, arms wrapping around your legs. Your eyes looked over at the other empty bed in the room, once slept in by your older sister, before she had moved to London. The photos of her favourite actors and actresses were still pinned above her bed, cut out from programmes and magazines, some of the teenage love letters still stuffed under the mattress, Henry, the bedraggled teddy she'd inherited off Tommy, slumped against the pillow, one eye missing, due to an unfortunate argument with John.

A few years ago, if you had nightmares, Ada, you, and Finn would crowd into that uncomfortable single bed with the lumpy mattress, and you'd feel safe, nestled between your two older siblings (though, as you constantly told Finn at the time, there was only an hour between the both of your ages). You would look at those photos, hear the crinkle of the letters, clutch Henry to your chest, and sleep.

Even earlier than that, before the war, when your eldest brothers didn't spend their whole nights drinking and doing god knows what else, you'd just wander into the first room that still had the light beaming out from under the door.

Sometimes, you'd find John, and he'd read to you, in a soft voice, and occasionally, if you were really upset, would make up stories, always with 'Princess Y/N' as the heroine. In those stories, you'd fight dragons and sea creatures and monsters that hid under the bed, and suddenly, you weren't all that scared of the dreams anymore.

Arthur would sing the old pub songs that your father had once sang, and the lack of tune was made up for by your brothers soft singing voice, the songs almost morphing into nursery rhymes to you. The songs were never scary when they came from Arthur's mouth.

Tommy was always best found near the fire downstairs, too tired and weary to make it to his room, and you'd curl up next to him, in your hand-me-down striped pyjamas, in a comfortable quiet, his arm, that was wrapped around you, enough to make you feel brave enough to fall asleep.

But now, you were older, no longer lulled to sleep by songs, or stories, or a warm arm, and besides, even if you were, you knew that if you ventured to the hallway, there would no longer be a crack of light under the worn wooden doors. Your brothers had moved out, become too consumed with money, women, drugs. One of them was gone forever.

They no longer cared for fairy tales or songs or warm arms. That was what you told yourself on nights such as these. You weren't sure if it was true or not.

*****

You stood outside the door in the hallway, cracked and dented from years of arguments and slamming doors, in your too big striped pyjamas that had once been John's, bare feet cold against the wooden floor. You wouldn't wake Polly tonight, wanting to let her have at least one night of full sleep. Besides, from the dim light under the crack of the door, your twin brother was in his room at night for the first time in months, ever since he started donning his crown of razor blades.

The hesitation in you wasn't something that you were used to, but you and Finn had grown apart a lot, over the past few months. You barely spoke, and when you did, it always ended in an argument. He was never around anymore, preferring to spend time with Bonnie and Michael and Isaiah, out drinking, or doing things at the office, running errands for Tommy. The most you saw him was at family meetings, though you barely even looked at each other anymore, your eyes firmly on the ground, eyelids heavy, anger boiling every second that went by that no one mentioned John or Esme or the children. They all preferred to forget what had happened, to forget them all. You couldn't. You wouldn't.

"Finn?" You whispered loudly through the crack in the door.

You waited a few moments, in silence, shivering, trying to blinking away tears. For a moment, you thought he was going to ignore you,but then the door swung open, and you looked up to see an exhausted looking Finn, still dressed half in his suit, hair rumpled with sleep. He blinked a few times, as if trying to wake himself up before he noticed your tears.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

For once, he didn’t sound drunk, just exhausted, as he stepped back a little, inviting you into his room. The lamp was dull, illuminating only the desk, which was strewn with papers, full of scrawling, messy writing, almost like a child’s. Finn had never been the most articulate, and you’d been teaching him, but it had trailed off after the events of Christmas last year. His bed was the one pushed against the far wall, though there was now plenty of space to move it, with the absence of the three other beds of your older brothers that had once been there, and his clothes were strewn all over the floor. It filled you with a small sense of familiarity - this room was the way it had always been.

You hugged your arms around you, stepping into the room, taking the moment when your back was turned to wipe away the tears from your eyes.

“Nothing, I ... I just can’t sleep is all. Thought you’d be awake.” You turned back to him, a half smile on your face, though it faltered as you saw the disbelieving look he shot you.

“Come on, Y/N. I know when you’ve been crying.”

He held out his arms, and you shuffled into them, your cold arms wrapped tightly around him, face buried into his chest, teeth biting your lips to contain the sobs.

“I just... I can’t stop dreaming about him. About how it happened. It’s just stuck in my mind, over and over and over. I can’t-“

“Sh, I know, I know. It was just a bad dream, okay? Just a bad dream.” His hands stroked your hair, but his voice was half strangled, as if he was out of his depth. He was, really. You hadn’t talked to each other about John since the day it happened.

“He’s gone, Finn. Our brother, and no one seems to care-“

“We do care.”

You pulled back, red rimmed eyes looking at his half accusingly.

“You never speak about him. Tommy took down all of the photos. Locked up his house - I can’t even get in.”

“It’s easier that way, Y/N/N.”

“Everything’s fallen apart since he died.” You continued, hands gesturing almost wildly. “Arthur’s off his head, Tommy only cares about the business, Ada never comes to visit, and you -“

“Don’t start with this tonight-“ His voice was strained, panicked, never wanting to talk about John. You shouldn’t have pushed him, shouldn’t keep going. But you did.

“I didn’t know that when I lost one brother I’d lose my twin too.” You said quietly. “I thought it was us against the world, Finn.”

“We’re just growing up-“

You sniffed, wiping your nose on your sleeve, lip wobbling.

“Is that really it?” Your voice was uncertain, trembling. “Am I just not as fun as ‘Saiah, or Bonnie, or Michael?”

“You pushed me away first-“

“I didn’t-“

“You never come out of the house anymore, you never speak to me-“

“He was our brother! I’m fucking grieving, Finn.”

“And he’s gone!” He exclaimed, breaking your previously hushed conversation. “He’s gone.” His eyes began to tear up, and he turned away, never willing to let anyone see his emotions, not anymore.

“Finn-“ You spoke quietly, hand reaching out to his shoulder.

“I can’t talk about him, okay? I can’t.” His voice cracked.

“Okay, okay.” You softly said, heart breaking a little. Finn was always the strong one, but it was only now occurring to you that perhaps it was just a facade to shield you from what he was feeling.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I know I should have been there for you.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think that ... I just thought you’d forgotten.”

He sniffed, hand reaching to face, turning back around. His face was damp, and his eyes avoided yours a little, sitting down on his bed. He was a giant compared to you, but right now, he just looked like a little kid again, the one who’d always stood up for you, held your hand always. You’d both neglected each other lately.

“We haven’t been acting much like twins, lately, have we?” He spoke again.

You shrugged, sitting down next to him.

“It hurts too much to talk about him. And I know you want to, but-“

“It’s okay, Finn. One day, we’ll talk about him again. But for now ... I think we just need to talk to each other again.” You leant into his side, his arm wrapping around you.

He murmured an agreement, and you both sat in silence for a few moments.

For the first time in a few months, as your eyes flickered shut with tiredness, you were sure you wouldn’t have the nightmares.

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[cultofbeatles]

beginners guide to the members of led zeppelin (kind of)

a disclaimer before anyone starts reading: we all know led zeppelin is shady as hell and we hardly ever get anything confirmed or denied around here. so some stuff is up for speculation. everything in this post are things i've read in books, heard in interviews, or got from some other source. when it comes to “facts about led zeppelin” sometimes you gotta take it with a grain of salt. but honestly it’s led zeppelin we’re talking about, anything is possible. also this is all in good fun and giggles. with that being said, let’s get started with introductions to the members themselves.

jimmy page 

james patrick page 

born on January 9, 1944 

he’s a capricorn sun, cancer moon, and scorpio rising so you just know he’s a crazy motherfucker 

was an amazing session guitarist and basically everyone wanted him 

went to art school bc he’s just talented at everything i guess 

if you didn't know already he played the guitar for Joe cocker’s ‘with a little help from my friends’

declined his first offer to join the yardbirds but later decided to join 

was the last member to leave the group

basically was the leader of led zeppelin 

was gifted a telecaster guitar by his friend jeff beck and he adored it 

and he painted a cool dragon design on it 

played on it for the first led zeppelin album 

when he was on tour one of his friends painted over his dragon design and ruined the guitar 

he produced all of led zeppelin’s albums and is responsible for the remastering of those same albums 

paid for led zeppelin’s first album to be produced with his own money

deadass would have whips and handcuffs around with him on tour for the groupies 

but was apparently an amazing lover and cared for the people he slept with

one time he got naked on a food cart thingy, put whip cream over his body, and had john bonham push him into a room with groupies in it 

has such a small and soft voice 

was fascinated in aleister crowley and his work

would collect crowely memorabilia 

even bought crowley’s boleskine house 

had a bookstore at one point so he could get books easier 

struggled with addiction to drugs for most of the seventies 

went on a liquid diet late seventies and refused to eat solid food 

he got really skinny bc of it :( 

miss pamela (one of his girlfriends/lovers) once said that jimmy cried on the phone to her over her playboy photoshoot lmaoo

once flied pamela’s pet raccoon in first class 

allegedly had a relationship with lori maddox who was about 15 years old 

laughed as two of his girlfriends were fighting each other 

was kind of constantly nervous about his and the band’s image

has amazing guitar solos and improvisation but damn sometimes they drag on foreverrrr

deadass scared the shit out of david bowie so much that he had his house exorcised and would avoid jimmy at parties 

we love demons 

zoso

he’ll never tell us what zoso means and I'm mad

had two people die in his home. one was a friend who died from a drug overdose, and the other was john bonham when he died from choking on his vomit.  

has been accused for the deaths of john bonham and robert plant’s son karac bc of that stupid “curse” rumor

deserves critiques for several things but doesn't deserve hate for that 

has been through a lot and come out pretty okay

produced his current girlfriend’s, scarlett sabet, spoken poetry vinyl 

check out scarlett’s work bc it’s amazing

would probably always be down for another led zeppelin reunion 

robert plant

robert anthony plant 

born on august 20, 1948

this is the most attractive man ever. do not argue with me. 

nicknamed percy 

wasnt jimmy’s first pick for a singer 

jerry reid suggested robert to jimmy. and when jimmy asked what he looked like jerry said, “like a greek god.”

jimmy thought something was wrong with robert when he first found him bc he was such a good singer and hadn't been signed yet 

after a practice together jimmy knew he had his singer 

he would call robert “the young guy with the powerful voice.”

he thought about leaving the band early on bc he was so nervous about being in it 

convinced john bonham to join the group bc they were the bestest of buddies 

he’s not credited on the first album bc he was still under another contract 

started song writing for the second album by jimmy’s memory 

it didn't take long for him to gain confidence and start owning the stage 

once when he was performing a dove flew in his hands 

there’s an audio of him singing john bonham happy birthday and it makes me so happy 

he would call himself a greek god 

would party with john bonham a lot 

kind of the hippy of the group 

moans moans moans and even louder moans into the microphone 

would wear women’s shirts and looked amazing in them 

nurses do it better 

not to mention his super tight jeans 

we all know his dick is huge and he’s just showing it off 

has the prettiest, fluffiest blonde hair 

and the sweetest smile 

can you tell that i find him attractive yet?

has a fear of earthquakes 

also supposedly had some sort of a relationship to an underage groupie named sable starr (14)

also has a fear of led zeppelin nowadays 

either fear or amnesia 

it’s likely that he’s the reason we’ll never get another led zeppelin reunion 

though a close friend thinks that if the show went to charity robert would probably do it 

robert loved john bonham too much to play in led zeppelin without him

and i respect that a lot 

no matter how much he’s offered for a show he turns it down every time

in 1975 he got in a severe car crash and ended up being in a wheelchair 

still went on to record zeppelin’s album 

once while recording on crutches and started to fall and jimmy apparently zoomed in to save him. robert never saw him move that fast before

his five year old son (karac) died from a sudden stomach illness while he was in america on tour

absolutely crushed him 

was deeply upset that neither jimmy page or john paul jones reached out to him during that time of his life 

john bonham was there for him though 

robert apparently never forgave them for that 

a car he was working on fell on top of him and crushed some of his ribs as well 

late seventies was not a good time for robert plant 

but he got through it all like a champ

hates stairway to heaven with a passion lmao  

one time he paid a radio station a shit ton of money just to make sure they'd never play stairway to heaven again 

almost didn't sing stairway for the 2007 reunion but ended up agreeing to it after all 

he said he breaks out in hives when he has to play that song 

he and jimmy made their own symbols. robert’s is the feather inside the circle 

in 2007 he won beard of the year 

john bonham

john bonham 

born on may 31, 1948

nickname is bonzo

oh boy, there’s a lot of stories about bonzo 

he was known as the nicest and sweetest guy ever 

unless he was drunk 

he drank a lot :/

denied jimmy’s offer to join the group and continued to deny it until robert convinced him 

once flew the starship (led zeppelin’s plane) even though he didn't have a license to 

hated touring so much 

he always missed his family 

so he drank 

he was so damn crazy when drunk that the other members would book rooms floors above where his was so he wouldn't disturb them

tore about his hotel rooms like no other 

he has a son named jason bonham who he loved a lot 

bought him a nice drum kit when he was younger 

jason is just about led zeppelin’s biggest fan next to jimmy page 

one time bonzo broke a girl’s vibrator when drunk

also punched a girl in the face when drunk once bc she waved at him 

partly responsible for the famous mud shark story where a girl was apparently fucked with a dead shark by him and zeppelin’s tour manager 

liked cars a lot 

really really loved his family. cannot stress it enough

was irked that john paul jones got out of playing shows during the christmas holiday and he didn't 

punched robert in the face once too 

him and john paul jones equals the best rhythm section ever 

jimmy would call it magic how well him and bonzo got along 

bonzo could handle anything jimmy threw at him 

he wasn't really a part of it, but he had to go to jail bc peter grant and two other dudes almost killing a man (long story omfg, but apparently the doctors had to put the dude’s eyeball back into his socket)

was there for robert when karac died 

they were really good friends 

there’s an interview with them together where bonzo is laughing at robert about his little farm 

gave good hugs apparently 

played drums like no other could and knew he was good 

but still sometimes got insecure and got upset when someone he looked up to said his drumming wasn't all that special 

his symbol is the three rings and he picked it out of a book like john paul jones did his 

he died in jimmy page’s house (not the crowley house btw)

he had to drink the equivalent of 40 shots of vodka and choked on his vomit in his sleep 

led zeppelin died on the same day 

nobody can replace john bonham 

his son filled in his role for the 2007 reunion show and did an amazing job of it. the whole show is on youtube, go check it out

john paul jones

 john richard baldwin 

born on january 3, 1946

nickname is jonesy 

was also a session guitarist like jimmy 

they had worked together before 

when he found out jimmy was forming a group he called jimmy and was basically given the spot immediately 

not only was the bassist but also the keyboardist 

and could play the recorder 

insanely talented. put some respect on his name 

he talks in italics i swear to god 

i don't have mainly crazy stories about jonesy bc he wasn't about that life 

deadass he would go on stage, perform, walk off stage and go to a whole separate hotel from the other

he would only tell one person where he was at and told them not to call unless for super urgent emergencies 

pissed peter grant off so much lmao 

wasn't really super close to anyone in the band tbh 

but bonzo was probably his greatest friend in the band 

jimmy and robert kind of leave him out in my opinion 

or they use to 

when he found out that jimmy and robert were making their own symbols instead of picking out of a book like he was he said “of course!”  and laughed 

was pretty much left out of the live aid show 

he had to squeeze himself on the stage and wasn't even able to play bass. he had to play the keyboard 

“and thank you to my friends for finally remembering my phone number” -savage as hell john paul jones 

he was one of the two people who found john bonham dead 

it’s sad to think about

is actually quite funny

he has this kind of dry humor?? idk but it’s amazing 10/10 content 

when john paul jones walks into the room interviewers break into a sweat

managed to look like a completely different person every year throughout the seventies or is it just my eyes?

has an Instagram account now go follow it for cute throwback photos lol

that’s all i really have for generic useless information about led zeppelin members for beginners. i hope it was somewhat entertaining. i'll make some more beginners stuff for led zeppelin. i will make y'all stan them lmao. i'm tagging @babygotblueeyes​ bc i know for a fact you want to get into them <3

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[mellometal]

Hey, everyone.

If you saw the post from earlier, I had to delete it. There were things I forgot to discuss and things that didn't get saved into my drafts. Sorry if you have to see this again.

I've been WAITING to talk about Glee. Not in the good way either. There's so much wrong with the show, and it's sickening. Yes, I've watched the show last year. Against my will, but that's because of other people refusing to put on anything else besides Glee. I can say that I hate Glee with my entire being. (My initial reason for hating it was because they covered "SING" by My Chemical Romance and turned it into a slow, patriotic song when it's a song about rebellion. NOTHING about "SING" is patriotic. I hated the show since I first heard about it...for that very reason. I was like thirteen or so at the time when I first heard about Glee? Despite it being out since 2009.

Though it's been over for several years now, it's a show that many people have mixed feelings about. From what I've seen, you either love Glee or you absolutely hate it. There's no in-between that I've seen. (If you can't already tell, I hate the show.)

The show is a literal dumpster fire, the characters are all fucking awful people and all of them are poorly written, the script pisses me off, it literally makes me feel disgusting, and don't even get me started on the covers. Most of the covers aren't that good. A lot of them sound like nails on a chalkboard to me. The pacing of the show makes NO sense in certain areas (like when Blaine was initially made to be a grade above Kurt, but was then changed to be like the same grade as him so he'd stay). It just feels like everyone in the show is either a Mary Sue, a Gary Stu, their whole personality is just that they're from a minority group or they're EDGY AND HARDCORE DELINQUENTS BLEEEEHHHHH, creepy as fuck, bigoted as all hell, or they're just background characters who occasionally have the spotlight.

TW: The following post and any other posts that I'll make about this show contains subject matter that may be triggering for some audiences. It will go into subjects like racism, homophobia, ableism, outing of a person in the LGBT community, bigotry in general, statutory r@pe (between teachers and students), teachers being creepy towards students, mentioned past child m0l3stati0n and invalidation of the victim's trauma, making fun of su1c1d3, making fun of overdose, making fun of drug addiction....a lot of fucked up things.

If anything mentioned above is triggering for you, please feel free to scroll and consume safe media instead. I'd rather have you be safe than to be triggered by anything I'm gonna talk about.

Let's start off easy. The characters. It's easy to tear them apart. At least the most problematic ones.

Rachel, the Main Character™️, is textbook definition of a Mary Sue. Instead of calling her Rachel, I'm gonna call her Mary Sue for the whole post. She's almost completely perfect (like too perfect), her flaws are minor if anything, she gets all the special treatment....you get the picture. When Mary Sue does anything fucked up or she says anything fucked up, it either goes unnoticed, people make up excuses for her being a shitty person, or it gets twisted so it looks like Mary Sue is the hero! (I hate her. So much. I cannot stand her.)

Aaawwww, Mary Sue didn't want some OTHER GIRL (Sunshine) to steal HER spotlight, so she SENT THIS GIRL TO A CRACK HOUSE. A FUCKING CRACK HOUSE, OF ALL PLACES. A PLACE WHERE THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN PUT IN SERIOUS DANGER. THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED AT BEST AND KILLED AT WORST. Yes, I'm aware not all drug houses are the same, but still. It doesn't matter what this girl did. What Sunshine did is irrelevant. It's not okay to send people to strange places where they don't know anyone, and are put in danger, even to the point of either getting injured or killed. But it's okay, because at least it's not an "active" crack house you sent Sunshine to, RIGHT, Mary Sue? You still sent some poor girl to a place where she could have been put in serious danger, even to possibly get injured or killed, all because you didn't want her to steal YOUR spotlight. You fucking disgusting, entitled, bratty cunt. You don't need the spotlight all the time anyway. THAT'S HOW THEATRE WORKS. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE LEAD ROLE. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE ROLE YOU WANT. AND THAT'S OKAY. YOU WORK WITH WHAT YOU GOT. Sincerely, a theatre kid.

There are other fucked up things Mary Sue has done, but this is the one thing I could find anyone talking about. If I remember correctly, she hurt her Gay Best Friend™️ Kurt in some way. All I remember is that Kurt was mad at Mary Sue about something. Mary Sue is annoying as fuck. What else can I say about her?

Next, we have Finn, who's textbook definition of a Gary Stu. I'll call him Gary Stu throughout this post. I hate this fucker too. He's the Main Character's Boyfriend™️, the Hot Quarterback™️, and The Good Guy™️. Yet....he's not a good person. He's treated like he's a good person, but he's really not. His flaws are fairly minor and excused (and any major flaws aren't even talked about much), he's almost completely perfect, and every fucked up thing he does is ignored or is justified in some way. Like how he outed Santana as lesbian in the hallway WITHIN EARSHOT OF EVERYONE. HE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR THIS.

As a woman who has struggled with her sexuality growing up, this really brought back shit I went through. I "dated" boys when I was younger to cover up the fact that I'm only attracted to other women. I wasn't happy with these guys at all. I acted like I did so nobody would suspect anything. I felt nothing for them, except for in a platonic way. I've been outed twice. Once when I thought I was bisexual with a strong preference for other women (by my dad's girlfriend at the time), and when I came out as lesbian (by my brother). It sucks to be outed. The people who outed me in real life could have put me in danger. They could have made it so I had no place to go back to. They could have had me get hurt. It's a scary feeling. Like, it doesn't matter if you're supportive or if you're in the LGBT community. You don't fucking out people without their explicit permission. You especially don't out people to their abusers or to people they don't trust, let alone out them publicly. That's what happened to me. I don't wish this on anyone.

***By the way, for anyone who's closeted, you're valid, I love you, and I know how it feels to be stuck in the closet. You don't have to come out right now. Come out whenever you're ready to. Whenever it's safe for you to do so.***

Or how about the fact that Gary Stu made fun of Kurt's voice because he's gay? Gary Stu apparently has ✨anger issues✨ and that's pretty much the excuse they use to justify him doing fucked up shit to people.

They treat the characters who are from minority groups (i.e., BIPOC, AAPI, LGBT community, disabled people) like absolute garbage, put them through all this horrific shit, or they put them on a pedestal simply for being in a minority group. The teachers and other school staff are either written to be total bigots (Sue), or they're total pr3dators (Mr. Schue, the school nurse, and another teacher who I can't remember her name off the top of my head).

Sue pretty much only exists to be a poorly written villain who's a bigoted bitch just to be a bigoted bitch. Yes, there were some things she WAS right about (like how "Blurred Lines" wasn't an appropriate song choice for the Glee Club™️, but Mr. Schue The Pr3dator™️ downplayed it). Other than that...that's all I can think of. Because everything else that came out of her mouth was bigoted bullshit. Like these right here, for example:

Or how she drugged the principal, date r@ped him, and blackmailed him?

How about them making a tasteless joke about Sue committing su1c1d3 and having her "overdose" on multivitamin gummies?

DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN HOW FUCKED UP ALL OF THIS IS? I do? Well, first of all, she called people racist, homophobic, ableist, and otherwise disgusting names. She boiled them down to their race, sexual orientation, their disability, and their appearance in general. Second, SHE DRUGGED, BLACKMAILED, AND DATE R@PED SOMEBODY. I don't think I need to explain how that's bad. The evidence is right there. Third, she said she was committing "sue-icide" by overdosing on multivitamin gummies. (Yes, you actually can OD on vitamins in supplement form, and it can cause serious symptoms and even death. Specifically with vitamins A, D, E, and K, and Iron. Vitamins A, D, E, and K are fat-soluble. They're a lot harder to remove from the body. The B vitamins and vitamin C aren't as severe if you do OD on them because they're water-soluble, but still be careful. You can't OD on vitamins and minerals you find in food. If you take supplements, vitamins, etc., only take what's on the bottle.) As someone who has su1c1d@l thoughts on and off, this is extremely insulting. Yes, I do use humor and I joke about my own experiences to cope, but this? Nah. Nothing about this is funny or cute in the slightest. Enough said.

Do I need to explain how fucking terrible it is to make light of a serious topic like this? It was never funny to see Britney Spears' mental health be at that low of a point in 2007. It was never funny to see the abuse the paparazzi inflicted on her. How the fuck was this ever okay? You can dislike Britney Spears all you want, but this was never it.

This is all I have for now. I'll probably make a part two because there are way too many things to talk about.

#mello speaks #glee #i hate this show #tw racism mention #tw date r@pe mention #tw suidice #tw homophobia mention #tw ableism mention #tw drug mention #i literally hate everyone in this show so much #tw pr3dator mention (will dive deep into this in part two) #tw od mention #anti glee

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

*Ignore if you've already read this I just wanted to tag

Part 20: Recovery

My shit busted, Erik frowned frustrated as he sat looking through the rearview mirror in the Wawa parking lot. He hated this part of the job. Though he could take a hit and it wasn't his first, second, or third time getting shot, he didn't like the feeling of being dependent on someone else for help, even with a wound. Getting severely injured was always a risk but he preferred dealing with things on his own. Aside from that, he didn't trust hospitals. He probably needed surgery again but definitely not in Texas. Sighing, he decided to swallow his pride for the umpteenth time to go ahead and call the man he always went to when he got shot, stabbed, or had something bad happen to him that he couldn't completely fix in his own with a needle, some Tylenol, and time.

Dr. Charles. He had the equipment and resources and made private trips. He also knew Erik personally from his military days. On top of that, he was a proud Nigerian and didn't ask for specifics of Erik's dealings, deciding that it was best for him not to know so that he stayed out of it. Erik trusted him more because of it.

"Yellow," Charles answered on the first ring. Erik's eyes rolled. The man was in his sixties and it showed.

"Sup Chief. My leg's busted again. I'm a fly to you-"

"No no," he spoke forcefully. "If you're bleeding you must contain it. You will stay down and rest! Keep your leg elevated. Have you wrap-"

"Yea yea... it's in a tourniquet," Erik sighed. He felt like a child being fussed at by an elder.

"Where are you?! Drive to the nearest hospital and give them my information! I'll take care of it. We will bring you in and I will take a look."

"Or I could just-"

"No!" It was absolute. Erik's mouth set in a straight line. Charles reminded him a lot of his father. No one else could talk to him like that. "You pay me too much to be abandoned! Eh? Let us help," he insists kissing his teeth. Erik had no retort. He stared through the mirrors silently biting his thumbnail.

"Bet."

---

"Alřiiight," you sing listening to Erik's 'Necessary' playlist in the background. Moving around has warmed you up despite the fact that his A/C is pumping. Shake the Room with Pop Smoke and Quavo plays, the vocalizations in the background sounding like a lowkey creepy chant a secretly possessed Tebetian monk would do. You switch to some song called Kalifornia and climb the stairs to toss the cleaning rag into laundry taking your phone from its charger. "Downstairs is officially spotless... and sanitizzzed," you gasp to the walls as you stretch backwards feeling that sweet pull and release of tension in your back and shoulders. When you head back down, the entire bottom level smells like coconut mango, lysol, and tea tree oil mixed. "Mmm," you sigh having inhaled deep to smell the goodness. It was fresh. "That good shit," you chuckle.

Again, it feels so, so good to be in this house in the clear brightness of daytime. It's calm, spacious, and beautiful like a retreat or vacation home. You can go completely nude and feel at ease, alone with no one peeping at you in a private space. You can look outside and not feel as nervous in stepping out to the driveway. So you do just that.. proudly in the nude to feel the heat on your skin. It's still hot and muggy with the sun beating down so you head back into the A/C deciding to hit the hot tub instead.

"Oh my God," you nearly cry with a homemade smoothie in hand as you chill in heated water, the bottom of your fro soaked and hanging on your shoulders as you sit butt naked and slumped. "I'm never leaving this house... this is officially MY house now..."

It's an entire hour later when you dry off, as relaxed as Katt Williams' hair on a good day. You head through the lower level again before going back upstairs. You can't help but to be nosey looking again through his rooms and belongings. Where is the kink? This is ridiculous! It's all too simplistic... minimalistic. It's just weird... For someone who lives as boldly as Erik does to have no evidence of it anywhere. It seems sneaky and bizarre. You wonder why he hasn't accumulated a house of unique knickknacks. Maybe a toy drawer? Even you have a toy drawer. Alas, the craziest things you find are six different bongs, an ugly tie dyed pair of shorts that are way too short, a keyboard piano, and boxers printed with Obama's face. He's really good at hiding his deviance. "I bet it's all in that lil room," you mutter heading to the locked door. You try the knob again thinking of using a credit card to get in. Whether it actually works you're not sure.. and you don't want to mess up your card. You'd bet good money that everything you wonder about is behind that door.

"Anyway."

---

"Fuck this shit," Erik gritted through his teeth as he hunched over the outdoor freezer of the Wawa. Goddamn kid, cracker ass bitch, shooting don't know what the fuck.. He definitely needed fixing on his leg before he bleed out slowly in the Wawa parking lot. He was convinced he looked absolutely insane with a busted leg held tightly by his handmade tourniquet. It hurt like hell and he knew he had to do something. He hid the injury. No one could see it unless they really paid attention, he'd overlapped it with bandana and draped a jacket around his waist. He pulled the ice bag out of the freezer and sat it on the ground, not needing to look up to spot the camera above. In fact, he wouldn't look up because of it. Erik looked to a hefty ginger kid in a camo cap, beige shorts, and sandals. He couldn't be more than thirteen and he was hanging onto the glass door with a plastic bag of snacks dangling from his wrist as two rednecks entered through the door he held.

"Hey kid," Erik nodded watching the boy's eyes drift to his injury in question. He was observant causing Erik to shift the leg. "...Faulty machinery. Hence the ice.. but could you do me a big favor and save me some walking?" He held out a twenty and the boy took it. "And a strawberry milkshake," Erik called behind the boy who went back inside to pay for the ice as Erik limped back to the stolen vehicle. The kid was back and at his window quickly.

"Here's your change." The kid held it out, ready to drop it regardless of Erik's hand not being out to receive it.

"Keep it," Erik muttered.

"Nah, you look like you need it a lot more than me," the kid muttered scooting off. Erik stared after him. Little bastards. He scoffed starting the engine.

He pulled up to the hospital as instructed sending the info to Dr. Charles and as promised, Dr. Charles came through, calling on Erik's behalf. Erik initially refused the treatment learning that they intended on treating him right there in that hospital. "Treat me yourself," he'd fussed on the line with the trusted doctor. In the end he was swayed. He ended up in a hospital bed in Texas getting x-rayed despite his protests. Turned out they did need to operate to repair the fractured bone and tend to his vascular injury. The operation took three hours. When he woke, he was in recovery aka lockdown. His head was a little cloudy from their drugs. He decided to call the one person who he could count on to be truly excited to hear from him. He thought about how he'd start the conversation to keep her from asking too much. He just wanted to feel that warm glow she always gave him.. feel that she was with him without giving too much away.  

Thinking bout you.. Just wanted to hear your voice..

What you doing.. how'd you sleep?

Y/N. Can you talk to me for a bit while I listen? I'm tired...

Hey forehead...

---

Brrrrr.

That's your pocket buzzing. Pulling out your phone you do a double take at the screen and a streak of irritation surfaces, plucking your nerve. Perfect time to ask about that so called colleague he's probably hitting and he'd better fess up to whatever it is he's hiding.

Erik: You alive?

Instead of texting nonsense back, you dial his number and he picks up on the first ring.

"Angel... I miss you already girl."

"Well then you know where to find me," you snap hearing his soft chuckle. "And what the hell is so funny?"

"You... with all this bass. You hungry?"

"Don't ask me nothing dumb like that."

"Yeaah.... you need your tummy full. When's the last time you ate?"

"Erik?.. Shut up. You know what I wanna talk about," your voice lowers. "Tell me why that girl felt comfortable waltzing into your house last night and getting into my face like she belonged there.. Last I checked you don't have any friends."

"Well last I checked...," he kisses his teeth. "Nah, I ain't call you for all that..," his voice calms. "Just know we ain't close like you thinking. She happened to pop up. Ain't like I invited her."

"But if she's close enough to you to perform pop-ups then I feel like you should've mentioned her to me like you mentioned your other three."

"It's like I said, wasn't nothing to mention." Silence stretches as you wait for him to explain. "We work together. Work is all I have. Work is all she has. We just understand that about each other, that's all it is."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"You starting to piss me off. Yes."

"Don't get smart.. I'm choosing to believe you."

"Uh huh. Eat something."

"I am," you squint fixing your face when the waitress brings your drink and smiles. "I'm at PF Changs now."

"Oh? What you order?"

"Potstickers... lettuce wraps.... Thinking of getting some spring rolls... but also kinda wanna wait to see how I feel first. I don't wanna order it and have all these plates on the table at the same time and I'm the only one sitting here... you know?"

He chuckles and it's a light breath of amusement. "You know what?... I'm proud of you, kid. You survived the night alone in that big scary house. Such a big girl."

"Erik, don't patronize me," you flush, glad he's not there to see it. Your tone gives nothing away. "I live alone. You forget that."

"But that's different.. were you scared?"

"Not at all!" You sip your ginger beer. "What are you doing now?"

"Mm. Resting before I head out. I'll see you soon though.. before you know it."

"No rush actually. I'm enjoying the house, you can stay where you at."

"Here are your potstickers.. lettuce wraps..," the waitress hums setting the white plates on the wooden square table. "Anything else for you?"

"Not yet, I'll have to see how this goes." The food looks delicious so you talk to it instead of her.

"Understood," she smiles warmly dashing off to the kitchen as you pray silently to yourself. You almost forget Erik's on the phone as you eat until he speaks up a minute later.

"Y/N.. Do you miss me?"

"Nope." You take another few sips of ginger beer as he's silent. "..I'm kidding."

"Are you though?"

"Shut up. I told you come home."

"Shame we couldn't finish that little exercise when we were out together. I wonder how you'd have fared if we had."

"You were gonna have me do something ridiculous, I already know it." Sauce drips down your finger from the lettuce wrap and you catch it with the paper napkin from under your glass.

"Mm.. It's only ridiculous if you're easily embarrassed.. which means you care too much how you're viewed by others. It's holding you back."

"We all care about how we're presenting ourselves in society." With another sip of ginger beer you pick up a potsticker and dip it. "It's called self-awareness it's how we maneuver.. and as much as we don't like it, image is important especially when you're black working against people's pre-judgements."

"Yes and awareness is crucial but avoidance is a fear-based response that you specifically utilize as a self-imposed barrier. You could go.. so much further.. if you wouldn't avoid the situations that could cause others to view you in a way you don't particularly like.. also keeping in mind you're not a psychic to know what others are thinking."

"It doesn't take a psychic to read the room."

Silence.

"You know.. I'd love to see you be yourself.."

"I'm already myself."

"With others and not just with me. Although I love having part of you to myself," he pauses. "If I'm ever.. not with you for some reason, I want you to take that with you. Keep that same energy wherever you go. 'Cause you don't and your interactions suffer for it."

"I'm out at P.F. Chang's eating lunch.. Why? Why do we always go to therapy when I'm eating?"

"Watchu mean? That's the best time to talk to you, when your mouth is full. As a matter of fact, ballpark. How many people in the restaurant?"

"NO." You bite another potsticker.

"YES. What we just talk about? Tell me how many."

"Too many."

He chuckles again, breathily. "More than 10?"

"Yes! More than 10!"

"So here's the thing. You do it and I'll do something you want when I get back, don't matter what it is."

"And if I don't?"

"Then your punkass don't get shit. Easily put. This what I want you to do.."

"No, wait," you frown and chew on your straw. "Let's wait until you get back. It'll give you incentive to come back quicker." The waitress brings your refill. "I'll take those spring rolls," you tell her.

"You think you slick," Erik laughs. He sounds dead tired. "Okay. When I get back."

"You okay? You don't sound too good." Listening more closely, you hope he's not coming down with anything.

"Yeah I'm good. Did a lil workout, you know.. nigga a lil.. tired," he exhales.

"Oh. Intense exercise. Can't relate.. Okay, hurry back. Bye!"

"Don't hang up, I like hearing you talk!"

"Negro this food ain't gonna eat itself."

"Aight," he chuckles. "Enjoy."

Hanging up, you grin having skipped out on embarrassing yourself. The lettuce wraps are calling your name and now you're thinking of getting shrimp dumplings.

For $5!

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