#22 year old fucking little prick

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You: see the horizon

Me: what the fish mouth

[mountainsandmayhem]

Shhh...Just A Little Bit More

DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader

18+ MDNI

Masterlist || Part Two || Part Three (Soft Version) || Part Three (Spicy Version)

Summary: Joel catches you somewhere you shouldn't be, twice. CW: all p no plot! age gap, spanking, dirty talk, parental guilt, brat and brat tamer, sub/dom dynamics, edging and degradation kinks if you squint AN: I found the bottom right photo on Pinterest and @mermaidgirl30 said it screamed DBF!Joel. I have never written for DBF before so please be kind. Dividers by @saradika-graphics - thank you for all your amazing graphics and dividers, I'd be lost without your page.

“Let go of me, you fucking psycho!” You’re practically yelling over the music of the club, wrenching your arm from Joel’s strong grasp. The security guard approaches and Joel shoots him a glare so dark that he holds his hands up and steps back. “What the fuck, Joel?”

“What are ya doin’ here, sweetheart” he demands, one eyebrow raised. 

“I’m working!” You stomp your foot and then get right up in his face, pointing a finger at him. Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend, hanging out in a strip club one town over. “The real question is, what are YOU doin here?” 

You’re only a bottle girl, you don’t get on the stage and have no intentions of stripping. It’s good money, great money actually. At 22 you’re already well on your way to having a down payment on a condo, it’s just too bad you’re having to lie to your parents. 

“With my crew, they picked the place. I’m takin’ you home. Go get your coat.” He crosses his arms over his chest, staring at you sternly. The music is pounding in your ears, the air thick with smoke. Even in the dimly lit hallway you can see the way Joel’s eyes rake over your body, taking in the very tiny Jean shorts and bralette you’re wearing. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you spin and flip him the bird as you walk away. You know he’s staring so you give a little extra wiggle of your ass as you walk away. Joel Miller, staring at your ass. The fourteen year old inside you does a happy dance - that version of yourself had a tiny crush on him. Too bad he’s a stuffy, grumpy asshole now. You miss the fun, young Joel. He used to do cannonballs in the pool with you and his daughter Sarah. She was a few years older than you, but he was much more fun than your father. But now? Now he’s a certified prick. Thinking he can drag you away like some sort of barbaric caveman. He’s not your dad, even if he was, you’re an adult. 

When you finish your shift you head outside and pull up your Uber app, men often want to do shots with you so even though you never get drunk at work you also don’t drive there. 

See, Joel. I’m responsible. 

“Let’s go,” his voice is deep, still angry with you. You didn’t see him waiting by the door so you jump. 

“Jesus. You fucking scared me.” 

“Watch your language. Get in the truck.” 

You grumble under your breath that he should kiss your ass as he holds the door open for you. He stalks around to his side of the truck while furrowing his brow and shaking his head. 

“Got somethin’ to say young lady?” 

“Ya,” you say, slumping in the seat and putting your white vans on his dashboard, “kiss my ass.” 

He presses his lips in a thin line, you can see him eyeing your long toned legs from your peripheral vision before the engine roars to life and he speeds off down the gravel highway. 

When you pull up to the house he hops out of the truck and is right on your heels as you open the door. 

“I’m fine, Mister Miller.” You say with a sneer. You know he hates that, he has told everyone he’s ever been introduced to to call him Joel. 

Joel steps into your parents house and calls your dad’s name. “What the fuck! Joel! Shut up!” 

He calls for him again and your dad comes stumbling from his room, tying his robe around his sleeping attire. “Joel? What’s going on?” He flicks on the light, squinting against the brightness. “It’s 3 in the morning.” 

“Just thought I’d let you now know that the guys at work wanted to go to The Skin tonight. Caught your daughter working there.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Joel?!” You yell, pushing at his broad chest. Your dad stands there stunned. Eyes wide and mouth agape. He thought you were working as a nurses aide overnight at the hospital on weekends. He’s even seen you leave the house in scrubs. All a part of the web of lies you have weaved. 

“Don’t speak to Joel that way,” your dad snaps. “Go to your room young lady. We’ll talk about this later.” 

“Kiss my ass, cowboy.” You practically spit at him as you stomp to your room. As you round the corner your mom is standing in the hallway clutching her crucifix necklace. You have a sudden urge to hiss at her with the way she’s looking at you, like you’re a disappointment. A sinner, the worst kind of person in her eyes. 

The next morning was the fight of all fights with your parents. Your dad tried to ground you, your mom started shoving church pamphlets at you. They wouldn’t even fucking listen. 

“IM NOT A STRIPPER,” you yelled at them over and over again. 

Finally, when the yelling ceased, your dad said in a very quiet anger, “young lady. I FORBID you from going there again. Is that clear? I don’t care if you’re 22 or 42, if you live under my roof, you live by my rules. You’re going to go to continue going to your university classes during the week, and on weekends you will be home. Studying. Helping your mother with the chores. You will go to bed at respectable hour. If you need money, you ask us. Is that clear?” 

You blink back tears and head to your room, slamming the door behind you. You are NOT quitting that job. 

When the next weekend rolls around you say goodnight to your parents at 10pm and head to your room. You worked it out with your boss to work the midnight to 4 am shift. So you wait - ear pressed to your door until you finally hear your parents go to bed. You sneak out the same way you’ve been sneaking out for years and run down the street with your newly embroidered denim shorts in hand to meet your Uber. 

You peel yourself away from the men and the booze around 2am to get some fresh air, exiting through the back to the dimly lit alley. You take a big inhale through your nose before you see it. The truck. Joel’s truck. And Joel. Leaning against the truck box, arms crossed, one foot up on the tire. 

You flip him off and then turn back towards the back entrance to the club. He’s on you so fast, grabbing the back of your bicep in his large hand. “You little brat. You aren’t supposed to be here.” 

“Read the shorts, MISTER Miller.” You say it as much venom as you can muster. 

His eyes rake down your body and you can almost feel them burning into you. It feels so good, you never want him to stop. Your pussy throbbed when he called you a brat and you wouldn’t be surprised if your light jean shorts hadn’t been soaked through already. When his eyes reach the pocket he sees ‘Kiss My Ass, Cowboy’ stitched in baby pink lettering and his grip tightens. 

He’s fucking furious with you. Furious that you’re here. Furious that other men get to see you dressed like this. Furious that he wants you so fucking badly. But mostly, furious because he knows you want him too and he’s a weak weak man when it comes to pretty little things like you. He yanks you back against his body and you let out a pained moan. 

“Don’t make me punish you,” he says coldly in your ear and you fight to stop your knees from buckling. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say breathlessly. 

Joel’s lips graze against the shell of your ear, hand gripping so tightly that you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow. “So that’s what you want? You want me to punish you? Put you in your place? Huh?” 

You grind your ass back against him, “you would dare, Joel.” 

His other hand clamps down on your hip as he steers you to his truck, walking you around so no one can see the two of you. He opens the back door and pushes you forward until your legs are against the cold steel frame of the vehicle. “You don’t get to call me that. You call me Mr Miller from now on. Understood?” 

“Go fuck yourself, Joel,” you emphasize every vowel of his name, digging deeper. Pushing him. Pushing to see how far he’ll go. You get off on being a brat, and by the way his hard cock is pressing into your ass, he does too. 

He unbottons your shorts then lifts you slightly and pushes your upper body down onto the seat, the truck is high enough that your feet are dangling, ass stuck out for him. “Look at these slutty little shorts.” He tugs on the hem, your shorts now sitting just above your knees. Your pert ass is exposed to Joel and the night air. He tuts at the sight of you, “No panties. Little fuckin’ tease.” 

You whimper at his words, slick starting to coat your thighs. “You’re the one standing back there doing nothing.” You taunt. 

The cool night air spreads goosebumps across your skin, your clit twitches in anticipation of his touch. Other men have fucked you hard to get you to shut your mouth. And finally, FINALLY, you’re going to get fucked by Joel Miller. However, you grossly underestimated the different between the boys were with before and the man behind you now. 

His hand strikes your cheek hard and you let out a loud pained yell. “What the fuck, Joel!” 

“If you’re gonna be a brat,” his hand lands on your ass again, “you’re going to get a spanking.” His voice is harsh and rough as he hits you a third time. The sound of his skin on yours echoing through the cab of his truck. He hits you again, not caring about your cries of protest. 

You’ve never been spanked before and you’re thrown by your bodies reaction to it. At first you were shocked, then humiliated and then the pain and heat travelled to the base of your spine and you found yourself starting to get turned on. Arousal pools in your belly with each strike of his palm and when your pussy throbs the humiliation starts to creep back in. Are you supposed to be enjoying this so much, is this what Joel wants?

You bend your knees up, trying to make space between your bodies. One of his strong hands wraps around your ankles, pinning them to the back of your thighs as he spanks you again. 

“Stop! I’m sorry. I’ll - “ he strikes you again, harder than the last few times and there’s no more pain, every slap is full of pleasure. You let out a deep moan, your pussy practically gushing onto the leather seats. “Oh fuuuuck.”

Now that it’s turning you on it almost eggs Joel on. “Put your hands out in front of you,” he commands. Your arms shoot out, stretching them across the seat above your head. “Such a needy little slut. You’re drippin’ all over my fucking seat, baby girl.” He strikes you again and your arms flinch. “Keep them there.” 

Your ass is starting to get pink, his splotchy handprints covering it. The world around him starts to fade, all that he can see is you and your ass - and he wants to make it hurt. Then he wants to make it good. So very good. 

His strikes keep coming, he’s like a man possessed. “Stop, Joel. Please.” 

He drops your ankles, then uses his hand to spread your thighs apart, the denim biting into your knees. “Shhh…just a little bit more. Look at this messy pussy. You don’t want me to stop.” 

He hits you again and you start to hate how much he’s right. You don’t want him to stop, you’re on the verge of coming and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You’re sure the second he’s near your clit you’ll explode. 

Both of your cheeks are glowing red and Joel finally stops. You’ve both lost track of how many times he’s hit you. His large palm rubs the marks. You know you should keep your mouth shut, but fuck do you love to rile him up. 

“Are you done now? I have work to get back to.” 

Joel growls behind you. You hear the sound of his belt undoing, the leather whipping out from the demin loops. “I’m sick of your goddamn mouth, baby girl.” 

Your eyes widen in fear, stomach twisting up over the thought of him striking your sore ass with his thick leather belt. Your pussy, however, flutters in excitement. Slut, you think to yourself. 

You hear his buckle clinking, he grabs you by the hair and jerks your head back. “Open you mouth,” he says with a snarl. You obey him and he slides the folded up leather between your teeth. “Bite down on this. You can speak to me again once you’ve learned your lesson.” 

You press your teeth into the rough leather, waiting for his next move. His hand comes across the back of your thigh and it’s a whole different sensation. The pain shoots straight to your core, the walls of your pussy clenching harder than your teeth do as you whine out a high pitched squeal. On instinct your hands shoot back, knees bending to protect yourself from him. He steps back from you, without his heat you’re left in the cold air. 

“Arms up and legs down,” he says in an eerily calm voice. 

You whimper again, grinding your teeth against the leather of his belt before slowly peeling your arms and legs away from your body, returning to Joel’s desired position. You’re so wet that it’s staring pool along the leather seat of Joel’s truck, your hips slipping slightly. 

“Dirty little thing. I’m tryin to punish you and you’re sopping wet.” He steps forward and lays a loud sharp slap with perfect precision right across your sore thigh. 

You yelp again, whining as your lash line fills with tears. This is not what you thought would happen when Joel threatened to punish you. And you definitely didn’t expect to fucking love it. You’re so turned on that you feel dizzy. 

Joel’s lips come to your thigh. Light kisses and his scratchy facial hair peppering along your red hot skin. “Fuck me,” you say around the leather clamped between your teeth. 

Joel laughs into your skin, kissing along the handprints he’s left on your ass. You’re squirming underneath him, pushing your ass towards his face, desperate for him to make you come. His hands grip around your shorts and your whole body relaxes at the thought of him finally fucking you. “I need you to listen to me now, ok?” 

You nod fervently and he lets out an amused laugh. You arch your back at him invitingly, but instead of removing your shorts he yanks them back up. You moan out in protest as he lifts you down from the truck. His strong fingers work to do up your shorts before he spins you. You look like a wreck; mascara smudged under your eyes, cheeks pink, eyes glazed and dopey looking. Cock drunk and he hasn’t even given it to you. He grabs the belt and you release it for him. It’s killing him not to fuck you right here and now. 

His hand cups your chin, squeezing your cheeks and locking eyes with you. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

You try to nod but he’s gripping you so tightly. “Yea? Then you need to do what I say. Ok?” 

“Mm-hmm” 

“Go in there and quit. Then come back out here and I will fuck you so hard that you’ll feel it in your throat.” 

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if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can over here :)

if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here:)

@ohsosims

blake- im just saying shes obsessed with me and you need to talk to her. get her to stop. all im hearing is shit from the guys now..instead of football its like hey did you bang her too. its a whole thing

river-goddamnit youre so cute,ted

blake- riv ! are you hearing anything im saying

river: i am but im having a hard time sympathizing with it to be honest,man

blake - we were broken up man

river: i know. im not faulting you for having a fling with someone. the issue isnt that. i did it too. the problem is it was SID. and you knew that was her boyfriend

blake- you dontknow the whole story man. it was more on the level than you think

river- i dont want to know the whole story. because its probably going to make you look like an asshole.and we're in a good place now,right? we have teddie.we are getting a new house finally. we're in a good place

blake: i know but its just irritating me that she has this way to speak what she said happened and i dont

river- i may be pulling a my dad here but i do not want to know if it was anything more than what she saying. you did something shitty. youre owning it now. leave it where it lies, man seriously. like just take the hit. you did something shitty because of who it was with . she has the right to be upset about it no matter how 'on the level ' it was. like just man up blake . we're 22 years old. like grow the fuck up. im putting him to bed

blake- riv

river- dude if you followed me in here to fight..no

blake-i followed you in here to say youre right. i was kinda like makign excuses for the things ive done and i dont want to do that. i dont want to be another version of your dad so youre right. and ill just.. keep my mouth shut.

river- im not saying keep your mouth shut. but probably..possibly..maybe find it in yourself to maybe apologize to scarlett. you literally have never done it

blake- theres no way she'll give me the time of day man. shes hard to talk to . as soon as i walk in the room she walks out

river- well again, you slept with her boyfriend. id do the same. HELL i do the same whenever im at your games and that prick comes up to me. text her. just apologize. youre going to be in eachothers lives even if i divorce you

blake- [laughs] looking into the future

river: [winks] little bit. now get out so i can put ted to bed

[autffiy]

My supernatural DR Stories part 1

Hello lovelies,

As promised I would tell you some of my favorite little stories from my Supernatural DR. Grab a coffee, tea or water because hell, this uis going to be a multi part series i think. I got so much to tell.

Mind you.. this is not series accurate so please don't come for me thank tou very much.

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First of all, I'm going to tell you a little bit about my DR self. So you guys can get to know my DR self a little better! {this will be written in my DR POV, little snippets from my DR journal. how fun.} I started writing this journal in September when I hadn't even met the Winchester brothers yet. So you will follow me on my journey when I meet the Winchesters. I started writing in this journal to keep up with my cases... and all the weird stuff happening around me.

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"So my name is Ashly Rowan, I'm a 22 year old girl who is currently moving from motel to motel because ha... i don't have a fucking steady job.. or a home. I drive a sage green 1975 ford F-100 which i sleep in most days... not the most comy tbh. It is now, september 1st when i'm starting to write this journal. I'm now in a motel in Little Rocks- Arkansas. Trying to figure out one of those stupid cases again... on my own. It's a vampire case, nothing too bad. Wish dad was here, he would be.. well probably in shock that i didn't do anything like college or something like that. But also would be proud that i was hunting the thing he got killed by....."

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"I'm currently writing in my car.. I'm on my way to Bobby's house. Bobby Singer.. that old man. Sweet, but feisty and well.. old. But nothing i can't handle. I need his help with a case. Some nasty skin walker a few towns ahead. I need his advice.. and possible help because hell that thing escaped me many.. many times. My ribs are bruised.. and i have a few cuts on my face. Nothing to worry about. I found out that dad had some connection with the supernatural world before he died... but what?? That's what i need to find out.. Maybe i can ask Bobby? Anyhow.. I'm going to sleep now.. in my car in a parking lot at a gas station. Woohoo... goodnight."

The following day on october 31st, Halloween moring i drove the last bit to Bobby's house. Franticly knocking on his door. That's when i met Sam and Dean, their dad went on a hunting trip and hadn't come back. And Sam's girlfriend Jessica got burned up in flames a couple day's prior. Just how their mom died.. Well that's what they told me. I knew a little bit about John Winchester, because various hunters had told me about him. From what i heard he was a prick... but i didn't say that to their faces obviously.

Fast forward a few days later where the boys helped me take down the shapeshifter. We tracked its location down, it was staying in a sewer, of course. We made a game plan. All would enter different entrances of the sewer. So we could lock it in. This was I think one of the most terrible cases ever, so yada yada ya we walked our paths, all circling the skinwalker now. Then it decided to fucking run my way??? So now o was standing there.. in a sewer, covered in fucking slimy, bloody skin walker skin. Since Dean decided to blow that fuckers head off out of reflex. Fantastic... Definitely what I planned. We ended up cleaning off at the motel and meeting back at a diner to grab some food...

So this was basically my first few weeks in my DR. It was nightmare fuel in some ways, skinwalkers are definitely terrifying and I hate them. But even though, it was pretty fun if I say so. The brothers are so funny and sweet.

I will make other parts of this soon, i loveee telling you guys about my stories. Feel free to ask any questions, i'm happy to answer them.

xoxo alli.

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A Match Baked In Heaven

Part 1 Here

Part 2

Tighten Up

Azriel completely underestimated the length of time it would take him to get from the gym to Russell Square. 

He rode the Tube, his act of a ‘regular guy’ perfected over the years. Once in a while he caught confused glances of recognition, but because he knew how to act so disinterested, those who actually recognised him eventually averted their eyes, convinced that they were wrong and that he was not the Azriel Night.

After receiving a good deal of bollocking from Cassian last night, Azriel had signed the contract, and it was now sitting in his backpack. Cassian had made a fuss over Azriel’s ‘marriage proposal’ to the prissy Miss Duchess, calling him, among other things: unprofessional, dumb, a tosser, a wanker, and a caveman. Yeah, Azriel recognised that the ‘proposal’ was a stupid move on his part, but what was done was done. At least he spiced things up a bit for her. That was probably the one and only proposal she’d receive in her life anyway, considering her attitude.

In the end, he assured Cassian that he was going to be on his best behaviour and that he won’t tease her or argue with her. Cassian was doubtful, wanting to come along with Azriel to the meeting, but thankfully, he had other meetings scheduled and therefore, Azriel made the trip alone.

Because two could play that game, he hit up good ol’ Google last night, searching for info on Miss Priss. 

Elain Marie Paige Archeron, daughter of Sir Charles Archeron and his late wife Cressida. Middle child, with sisters Nesta and Feyre. He didn’t think she was much over 22, but apparently, she was 27. Graduated from the University of Bristol. Marigold seemed to have been her great-grandmother’s name, hence the name of the agency. There wasn’t much about Elain out there. A few photos of her with some pale redhead with an aristocratic face, whom Azriel immediately disliked. The bloke had the kind of expression like he was smelling a pile of shite at all times, or as if Pinky…no, Piglet, took a dump on his shoe. Azriel knew the type–proud, haughty, old-money, inherited everything, probably played polo with Prince William, and cards with Old Etonians. Azriel wasn’t sure if Elain was dating this wanker, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she did. Well, with her granddaddy the Duke and all…

He sighed and X-ed out of the search. It was too depressing. He didn’t even like Elain, and yet it annoyed him that that pale-faced prick could just expect a girl like her to be his. He didn’t even have to try. It was all set in stone for them from before they were born.

It was only 11:15 am and he was exiting the station. He was seriously early. 

Well, maybe she was in the office already and he could just get it over with earlier than planned. That would be nice. Once they were done with today, he hoped that he wouldn’t need to see her ever again. Or at least not for a while. 

Damn it was cold. It wasn’t pouring like it did yesterday, but it was damp and bone-chilling and grossly dreary. 

Why couldn’t he have signed with Barcelona or Real Madrid or even Juventus or something? Spending a decade or two in the sun, by the sea, drinking Aperol Spritzers or Sangria. What’s bad about that life? 

He sighed. A nice dream, but deep down he knew that he was forever a London boy. Born and raised, and he’d die here one day, in this damp and chill. He loved the fucking place. An East-sider through and through. Loved the grandeur and the poverty, the history and every freakin’ building in this city. He loved how it changed and grew and expanded, the old mixing with the new, all the extremes of its everyday life. The bustle, the hustle, the quiet, the refined. He loved the stately homes and the fugly estates which were little but cinder blocks. Loved the parks and the mighty river, the roar of football crowds and the anonymity of a pub. He loved it. And he wasn’t going anywhere. 

And now, this weird girl Elain was here, and she was going to find him a wife, and she was going to bind him even further to this city. 

As he passed by the side of the Firtzroy, he saw a blue plaque that stated:

 Emmeline Pankhurst, a political activist and leader of the suffrage movement and her daughters Sylvia, Christbel and Adela lived here

And now, he felt a strange connection to this blue plaque, to this quaint neighbourhood, because Elain lived here, and she was organically tied to this place. She was able to trace her presence here for multiple generations. She was tied to London just like he was. 

He went straight to Elain’s office and rang the bell. There was no response. He even peeked into the window, and saw that it was dark in there. Well that sucked because he had almost two hours to kill now. Great…

Shivering within his jacket, he stuck his hands as deeply in his pockets as he could and walked down the residential street. Yesterday, he noticed a few cafes and restaurants and shops around the British Museum and he decided to head that way. He wasn’t hungry yet, but he had time, so he’d have lunch.

Six minutes later, that plan went to shite, because he passed by a bakery and everything looked delicious. He had a pretty bad case of sweet tooth everyday, though he tried to keep himself in check during training and the playing season. But the golden meat pies in the display case whispered his name. He couldn’t resist. And it wasn’t like he was eating sugar. 10 minutes later, he was exiting the bakery with three pies in the bag. One, he devoured like an animal, before he even spotted a cafe to get a cup of tea. He didn’t like to share food, or wait to eat–his childhood programmed him to be stingy about it, and he couldn’t kick the habit even now, even with all his millions in the bank. 

He walked further, trying to stave off the cold, when he suddenly saw a familiar creature–a three legged pug. Pinky…no, Piglet–was trotting proudly, wearing a puffer vest and a stylish polka dot scarf. Some girl was walking him, and people stopped to admire him, some even snapping photos on their phone. That made Azriel smile. The dog walker was a slender tallish girl who wore Adidas skater shoes, slightly flared faded jeans, a plain jacket and a beanie, while being wrapped in a thick, long scarf.

Somehow, Pinky recognised or sensed Azriel’s presence and took off towards him, his three short legs pumping comically. The girl barely held onto the lead, and ran behind the dog.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, once Pinky…no, Piglet...began sniffing Azriel’s shoes and then craned its thick neck up, demanding loves and rubs with his sad buggy eyes. 

To Azriel’s utter shock, the girl in the faded pair of jeans and a thick scarf was no other than Elain Archeron.

“What the fuck?” Azriel gasped.

She ignored the language and stared at him in confusion,

“What are you…why are you here?”

Why was he here?

The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was impatient to see her and came early.

Somewhat aggressively, he turned it on her ‘weren’t we meeting at 11? It’s half past now!”

“No, one. We were meeting at one,” she argued. 

“I don’t think so,” he waved his hand.

“Well, you would be wrong,” she contradicted him.

Pinky finally lost his patience and tugged on Azriel’s pant with his teeth.

“Piglet!” Elain tried to pull him back, but Azriel squatted and finally scratched the back of the dog’s neck. 

“I guess I got my times mixed up,” Azriel finally conceded. 

“Where is Cassian?” Elain asked curiously, looking for his brother. 

At that, Azriel bristled and snapped, “I thought I was the client? Why do you need Cassian here?”

Elain shrugged and answered placidly, “I am just surprised that he isn’t standing behind you with a cattle prod, trying to push you into the office.”

At that, Azriel couldn’t help himself, and chuckled.

“Nah…” he shrugged, and smiled, and then shivered from the damn cold. “I am all yours to have your way with me. Brought the contract and all.”

She blushed a bit at his words, as she looked up at him and whispered, “You are weird.”

“Yeah well…”

Suddenly, she pulled off her massive scarf and then slowly draped it over his neck, wrapping it carefully around him and tying it off.

It was warm from her body, smelled faintly of jasmine and maybe vanilla and was soft as butter on his skin.

“What’s this for?” he finally asked stupidly, after a long, awkward, confused pause. She was confounding him. 

“I dunno,” she answered, seemingly just as surprised by her own action as he was. “You seem cold.”

“Thank you?” he said at last. 

The pug was going wild at his feet, bucking and pulling on the lead, and Azriel finally said, “come on, Pinky. Let’s go.”

“It’s Piglet,” Elain corrected him. 

“It’s a terrible name for a dog.”

“You’d think so,” Elain shrugged her shoulder. 

“I just wouldn’t name a dog Piglet. Pinky is better.”

“Well, I am not renaming my dog.”

“Well, I am naming the children,” Azriel decided, taking the lead from her without asking.

Elain gave him a side glance, and thrust her hands in her pockets. What children?

“And what are you naming them?” she queried. As everything with him, it was a strange conversation.

“Darius,” he said immediately. “Definitely Darius.”

“Hmmm, I like Darius,” she agreed. 

“Yeah?”

“I do. What else?”

“I like Dahlia, Isabelle and Rose for girls.”

Elain considered for a moment and then nodded,

“These are all good names.”

He was surprised and asked, “Really?”

“Yes, I actually like them all. Something I should mention to the prospective matches then?” 

At that, Azriel frowned and nestled his chin deeper into the scarf. Then, abruptly as ever, he asked, “What happened to Pinky’s leg?”

“It’s Piglet. And I don’t really know,” Elain admitted. “I think he was run over by a cyclist. The leg was crushed and had to be amputated. And the family that had him didn’t want to keep him. Didn’t want to deal with a three legged dog, or with the care that he required. They were going to put him down, but a friend of mine who volunteered at the shelter rang me up and told me that if I wanted him, I could have him. So I went that night and picked him up. And here we are. He has more energy than I do,”

Azriel chuckled and nodded, “I can see that”.

They walked in silence for a while, the dog bouncing between them, his round head swinging from one to the other, looking at their reactions. 

“Do you want a meat pie?” 

That came out of nowhere, as usual. Azriel lifted a paper bag, his offer hanging in the air. 

“Yeah. Okay,” Elain agreed. 

Defensively, he added, “you know, I am not pressuring you. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to have it.”

He sounded almost angry, like he couldn’t believe that she’d eat with him. Or accept food from him.

“Why can’t I just want a meat pie?” Elain asked.

“Posh lasses like you don’t eat stuff like this,”

“You have the strangest notions, you know,” she shook her head. “As if you have any idea who I am or what I like. Give me the damn pie, I’ll buy us some tea and you’ll help me with a project,” she demanded impatiently.

“What fucking project?” he mumbled. 

Elain didn’t bother answering, as she stepped inside a cafe, leaving him and Pinky outside. Azriel stood there, meeting people’s curious gazes, though Pinky, being so extra with his scarf and puffer coat, seemed a lot more interesting to most passersby. While waiting, he pondered what the hell kind of a project Elain had for him. He didn’t expect to meet her like that, on the street, but now he was sort of glad that he did. If nothing else, Elain was mesmerizingly beautiful so it wasn’t exactly a hardship to walk with her. And when she wasn’t decked out in pearls and silk, she seemed kind of normal. A little funny. Irreverent. And she liked all the baby names that he had planned–which was a mad thing, because he sure didn’t plan on sharing that with her. With anyone! What normal man talks baby names with some girl he’d just met. But he also didn’t want her to share those names with any matches that she was going to set him up with. No. No. These were his names. And Elain was the only person in the world that he told them to, so now it was their names. He felt weirdly protective over the names, over this thing that now untied him and her. Gah. She was messing with his head. It was frustrating. 

“Don’t tell the baby names to anyone!” he snapped at her the moment she came out of the cafe holding two cups.

She gave him a look, judgy and disdainful, he was sure of it, but then simply said, ‘okay. I won’t.’

“I am not joking,” he warned, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I got it. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Alright then,” he sighed. He tugged on the lead and Pinky finally moved his butt off the pavement. “Thanks for the tea,” Azriel said. 

“You really need to work on your manners,” Elain told him bluntly. 

He had to agree. He did.

“Probably. Sorry I was short with you.”

They headed towards her house and when they stood in front of it, Azriel noticed another blue plaque. It stated: Elain Archeron, a pioneer in women’s education and one of the leaders of the suffragette movement lived in this house.

“How would the feminist granny Archeron feel about you working as a matchmaker?” Azriel wondered out loud, while Elain unlocked the door to the coach house.

Pinky rushed inside, like he owned the place–which, Azriel, supposed he did. Elain removed her jacket and then waited for Azriel to do the same. She took it from him and hung it in the closet, and it didn’t escape him how her eyes skimmed over him.

He wore jeans and a simple grey henley today, but now that he thought about it, he figured that it probably accentuated his physique pretty well. He was very tall, wide-shouldered, with a lean, muscular torso, obviously extraordinarily fit, his legs long and clad in lean sinewy muscle which he developed after years of running. 

It’s not like he cared that she checked him out, but he wasn’t hating it either. Without thinking, he rolled up his sleeves, and the widening of Elain’s eyes and her pink tongue licking her lips was not something he could miss. There was no mistaking it this time. She was definitely checking him out. 

He folded his arms on his chest–did he flex a bit? Maybe–and then asked,

“What’s this project that you need done?”

She stared at him, at his forearms, the tattoos that covered them, the scars that marred his hands. 

“Uhh…what?” 

She was cute like this. Frazzled like. Not all proper and snobby, but all twitchy and red. He wanted to laugh. 

“The project?” he repeated, staring at her. 

“Oh, yeah,” she seemed to have remembered what she wanted from him, but when she turned around, she walked straight into the wall. Bounced back off of it and yelped ‘ow!’ 

“You okay there, matchmaker?” he teased, though he caught himself worried that she’d hurt her nose, because she was rubbing it aggressively.

“I am okay,” she said at last. “Come with me.”

He followed her silently, down a long corridor. Her office and the reception area were on the other side of the corridor, and he was kind of surprised when they ended up in a cosy little kitchen–guess that explained where she got the tea and the biscuits yesterday–and a tidy lounge. Though the only one lounging presently was Pinky, who was sprawled on his back, short little legs in the air, stretched upon a comfy looking pouffe. There was also a sofa and an armchair, and a wall mounted TV in the lounge. Elain clicked the remote and on came videos of dogs running around. The pug growled with approval, fully immersed in the programme, while Elain went to take off all his clothes. 

“He is a little fucking lord, isn’t he?” Azriel commented, watching her fuss over the dog.

“Mr. Night,” she told him primly, “you must cut down on the cursing! It’s rather unseemly,”

He scowled and reminded her, 

“I am a fucking footballer, baby. How do you think we talk? Also, maybe you should cut down on Mr. Night, yeah? I think we are past that.”

She straightened and glared at him, her soft little face full of stormy fury.

“Mr. Night. I am not your ‘baby’. Never forget that. You are my client. As such, you will be known as Mr. Night and you will give me the respect of calling me Ms. Archeron. Are we clear?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to maintain his composure. But at last, he snapped, ‘crystal’.

“Wonderful,” “But Cassian is Cassian, right?” he couldn’t help but challenge her. 

She huffed to herself, head shaking, her curls bouncing up and down her shoulders.

“Cassian is not my client.”

“And if I weren’t, you’d call me Azriel then?” 

“No, I wouldn’t. I simply don’t see under what circumstances we’d be acquainted…and what we’d have in common to ever cross paths…”

That actually fucking hurt.

Her words. The implication that he wasn’t good enough to be spending time in her company outside of this business arrangement. He wasn’t up to par to be in her circles, to even have as a friend.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” he muttered icily. “Because I am just some trashy footballer. As you said yesterday, I was sold by one team to another. That’s what footballers are–a commodity to be bought and sold, until they reach their expiration date. Wouldn’t think someone like you had any use for me. Where would we meet other than here, right?”

Her mouth popped open, while he sighed heavily.

He was feeling…dejected. Burdened. Like she tossed him aside, much like most people in his life did, and he didn't matter. But she was right, of course, he was her client. Nothing else. 

And he wasn’t going to give her his meat pie anymore. Forget it.

“I don’t know if this is going to work,” he decided. “I think that this is a mistake.”

Elain chewed on her lips, her big brown eyes watching him intently, like she was trying to read what’s on his mind and get inside his head.

“What I think is that you need to get out of your head,” she stated harshly.

He snorted, yet again amazed by the balls on his girl. She was certifiable.

“You have horrible self-esteem, which doesn’t bode well for anyone, especially for you and a future wife. You keep thinking that you are somehow defective. That you shouldn’t be here because…what? You don’t deserve happiness? Don’t deserve a good woman? Yeah, I gathered you had a shitty childhood, well, now you are a superstar. Put your big boy knickers on and act like it! You aren’t some little boy lost–you are Azriel Night, Arsenal’s Captain. 

“And don’t you dare dump your issues on me!” she finished. “Don’t construct some scenarios in your head like I am so posh, and you are so not, and as if there is some fantastic chasm of misunderstanding and cultural differences between us.

And finally, if you don’t have any sense of self-worth, then maybe you should be taken advantage of by some slag who’ll take you for everything you’ve got. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck you,” he tossed angrily.

“No. Fuck you!” she tossed right back.

“I am leaving!”

He turned around, while Pinky forgot about his entertainment and relaxation time, and now growled threateningly, because he raised his voice at his mum.

Azriel stomped down the corridor, fuming.

What a bitch. If she were a bloke, he’d beat the crap out of her. Her big mouth, her fucking attitude, her acting like she knew anything about him. Yeah, well. Maybe she was correct about most of what she said, but it wasn’t her business. He wasn’t her business. She couldn't even bring herself to call him by his damn name. Maybe he wanted to hear it on her lips, but she wouldn’t even give him that simple satisfaction. 

“You are not leaving,” he suddenly heard her behind him. Little claws clucked on the hardwood floor, and before he could stop, Pinky was throwing himself between him and the door, not allowing him to leave.

“You are not leaving,” she repeated sternly.

“What are you going to do? Stop me?” he chuckled bitterly, getting his jacket from the closet.

“No, but you’ll turn around, and you’ll help me with my project. And I will find you a wife, even if it kills me. Even if I know that it’s going to be painful and torturous. Even if I know that you’ll be fighting me every step of the way.”

“Why the hell do you want to do this?” he demanded, turning to face her.

“Because I don’t give up, Mr. Night. Think of me as a fanged beast–once I sink my claws into you, I don’t let go. And maybe,” she paused, almost panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing wildly, “maybe I believe in love!”

“What?” he stared at her, processing her stupid words, and failing to understand them.

“Yeah, maybe I want to see your happy end. Maybe I want to find you someone who is going to love you for who you are–despite your nasty cantankerous attitude, your potty mouth, you…your…” she was gasping with a mixture of anger and some unholy excitement. 

“My what?”

“I don’t know. You! Just you!” she cried out. “You are impossible and unpleasant, and you can’t communicate.”

“Of yeah, you are such a prize,”

“Be quiet! I’ve known you for two days and I am already exhausted. But I will bring this to its natural conclusion, and you will be walking down the aisle in six months! That I promise. And you will be in love.”

“God you make no sense,” he moaned.

“Maybe. But you  will be in love. And you will be loved. And that is my vow.”

He rubbed his face, shaking his head, while she stood in front of him, so much smaller than he, but packing so much rage and heat and passion…

He momentarily had a crazy thought of how much he’d want to feel that passion and heat. In bed, between the sheets. The two of them tangled together, sweaty, biting and scratching and…

Also, she looked really pretty when she was angry.

Aaaannnddd…he needed to stop this train of thought stat.

“Also, you are giving my dog whiplash!!” she growled at him.

He glanced at Pinky, who was positioned against the door like a giant loaf of bread. Apparently in an attempt to not let him leave the house.

“What?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t know if he should hate you or love you!” she even stomped her foot. “You are confusing him with your behaviour. And if you will continue doing that, he is going to bite you,”

“Yeah, I am not all that scared of a three-legged pug,” Azriel rolled his eyes.

She still fumed, muttering,

“You would be singing a different song if he bites you in the dick!”

“Whoa, he,”

“Yes!” she yelled. “That’s what he does. Once, this bloke got real handsy with me in the park, and Piglet jumped up and latched onto the bloke’s junk. And wouldn’t let go.”

Azriel suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

“Yes, yeah, keep laughing, until he bites you!”

“He bit some bloke’s junk?!” Azriel laughed like a maniac, snorting and huffing.

She crossed her arms on her chest.

“He did. And he wouldn’t let go. He just hung there, between the guy’s legs, holding his cock hostage in his teeth. Don’t think he wouldn’t do it to you if you keep being an arsehole and pissing me off!”

“Pinky, don’t you be biting my junk!” Azriel warned, shaking his finger at the dog. “We are mates!”

“And his name is not Pinky!!! And you aren’t mates.”

“We so are.”

Mutely, Azriel hung the jacket back in the closet and then asked,

“What do you need done, you matchmaker-from-hell?!”

She pursed her lips, and then turned on her heels and ordered, “Follow me!”

Oh how he wished he could spank this attitude out of her until her arse was nice and red. Instead, he asked, “who is the bloke who got handsy with you?”

She didn’t turn, but only shrugged.

“I don’t know. I was walking Piglet, and the bloke just wouldn’t leave me alone. It was a little scary.”

Azriel frowned at that. 

He didn’t like it. 

Didn’t like it one bit.

That some cunt was getting handsy with this impossible contrary girl didn’t sit right with him.

“Do you have CCTV in the house?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, and here too. But that was in the park,”

“I know. But I want to know that your house is secure. Do you have an alarm?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just answer the goddamn question!”

“Yeah, I have an alarm.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“Not like what?” she finally glanced at him over her shoulder, as they made their way into the cellar.

“That you are here alone, with a three-legged pug as your only guard. And you have all kinds of shady characters coming and going from this place. How well do you even vet them?”

She gave him a very clear ‘pot/kettle’ look, but he ignored it. Of course she would.

“I vet them well enough. I have a taser too! And pepper spray.”

“Yeah, bring some pepper spray to a gun fight,” he grunted. 

“This is not America,” she reminded him. “I don’t think anyone is bringing a gun here.”

Azriel stopped in the middle of the cellar and gasped, “what is all this crap?”

“It’s pumpkins.”

No shit. She had four large cardboard boxes filled with various sized pumpkins. All kinds of decorations and lanterns and other Halloweeen-themed stuff in a bunch more boxes. 

“I need help with this,” she said softly, batting her eyelashes at him and biting her lower lip.

“Yeah, sweetheart, this shite don’t work on me,” he waved his hand dismissively at her. “I’ll help you with this, but not because you think your ridiculous, artless flirting is making any difference here.”

Her mouth dropped in a shocked O.

He smirked.

That’s right. Two can play this game.

[seasoned-siffrin]

Toby Rodgers hcs!!!! Jay merrick hcs!!!!!!! Tim Wright hcs!!!!!!!!!!! If u are feeling up for it!!!!!!!!!!

It’s taken me a million years to get to this but here we are. I have so many Toby headcanons that I’m going to dedicate this post to him solely, and I might do some Jay and Tim headcanons later— hopefully that’s okay!! <3

Toby Rogers Headcanons

• I headcanon him to be around 22-24 years old, this is usually the age where I write/portray him as

• He’s 5’9 if he fixed his back, but has a worst slouch known to man so he’s closer to 5’6-5’7

• Demiromantic bisexual

• He/him pronouns but doesn’t mind the others— he’s still cis, he’s just comfortable with his gender

• Hazel-green eyes! On the subject of his eyes, he’s partially blind in his left eye— the same side where he has the gash in his face.

• I’ve always imagined him to have wavy/curly hair! His curl pattern is kinda fucked because he can’t take care of his hair the way he should so it’s mostly just a mess.. it has the potential to be more curly

• It was his step-father, not his actual father, who abused him

• Rather than dying in car crash, Lyra was murdered by their step-dad after a failed attempt to run away together. She was run off the road and killed in a ditch, brought back, and buried in the cellar with the help of their mom. (I took some inspo from David Near’s Toby Adams for this one)

• He ended up killing both of his parents, not just his step-dad, because they both assisted in the death and cover up of said death of Lyra

• The gash in his cheek was initially caused by a broke beer bottle to the face, courtesy of his step father, and due to a lack of proper treatment and his terrible habit of chewing on himself, it is what it is now

• He has rosacea flare ups a lot, giving his normally pale skin a pinkish-red color in his face

• Wears feminine clothing sometimes cuz he’s a pretty boy

• Has some moderate burn scars on his legs, arms, and back from the fire. They would be worse if Slenderman didn’t heal him some to keep him alive

• The reason his hood is blue is because the original hood of his hoodie was ripped off during a quarrel with his bullies in high school, so Lyra cut off the hood off one of her own hoodies to replace his

• His clothing style is a weird mix between cottagecore, goblincore, and grunge— however, he considers himself goth!

• He writes poetry, but, he rarely shares it with anyone

• He eats Crustables RELIGOUSLY

• He refers to his parents by their first names, but slips up with “mom” occasionally

• He has a loooot of piercings. Bro can’t feel it— what’s stopping him?

• His guy has one FUCKED sense of humor. He credits it to his trauma

• He’s got some severe abandonment issues, causing him to cling onto people who have a more mature/guardian contrast to himself, he finds comfort in guidance— but he is still a stubborn little prick

• He doesn’t have a horrible relationship with Slenderman, methinks… he may even see the thing like a twisted father figure, and feels almost in-debt to it for revealing the truth about his sister’s death to him

• Due to his CIPA and the fact that Slenderman doesn’t let him stay dead, Toby does not fear death, and he often acts recklessly and senselessly because of this

• He definitely has AuDHD cuz I said so

• He either can’t get a god damn word out of his mouth, OR he can’t shut the fuck up. It depends on the day and the environment

I definitely have more but this is where I’m stopping for now… I love this freak

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #22: Code 'Buncle

Prompt: fulsome || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Sequel to "[INDIGO ABRASAX]" from earlier this FFXIV Write!

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Synnove pressed her palm to her forehead and groaned. Not for the first time, she wanted to strangle Vatete Vate.

Too bad she was a couple thousand years dead.

Mama, you’re going to need to rope in Nero, Galette said waspishly.

Synnove groaned again. “Noooooooo.”

Yes.

As was her wont when working on a carbuncle’s physical array system, Synnove had taken over an unused lecture hall within Mealvaan’s Gate. Unspooling a carbuncle and making sure the physical arrays had enough space was a frequent part of her routine and an important aspect of carbuncle maintenance. Just because the written arrays were still flawless did not mean that the physical ones couldn’t be affected by any number of factors.

She should have known trying to get a grasp on Ipomoea’s array system wasn’t going to be easy when the carbuncle didn’t unspool. Ipomoea unfolded.

When unspooled, Galette had the densest array system of all the carbuncles, her ribbon of self tightly coiled to fit, even in a room as large as a Guild lecture hall. She was an old carbuncle, the frequent first recipient of any upgrades Synnove devised or needed to test, and the bearer of a number of unique functions that neither construct nor summoner ever openly advertised. (Some were benign, or minor tweaks. Others not so much.)

But Ipomoea’s physical array system wasn’t a tidy ribbon of aether folding or curling in on itself however many times it needed. It filled nearly every ilm of space in the room, a chaotic jumble of geometry and equations and Allagan coding language. Synnove had been at this for the entire morning and she had only examined perhaps a sixth of the mess and understood even less of it.

[Senior Construct Galette, who is Designation: Nero?]

Ipomoea’s blandly pleasant aetheric harmonic seemed to physically echo, and Synnove made a conscious effort not to twitch. Galette’s tails lashed once against her shoulder, before the emerald carbuncle regained control of herself and chirped, Nero Scaeva is our not-so-resident expert on Allagan technology and programming. You will end up meeting him sooner rather than later. Also, he’s an annoying prick.

[Should I assume by the negative appellation that Designation: Nero Scaeva should not be listed as a New User for the purpose of debugging my array system?]

“That is correct,” Synnove said. “Never, ever, ever.”

[Designation: Nero Scaeva categorized as ALLIED UNIT, Subcategory: Annoying Prick.]

Synnove allowed herself a mean little chuckle at that. Galette just flat out cackled, eerily similar in sound to Garuda’s high-pitched mad shrieks.

But reality reasserted itself, and Synnove found herself scowling again soon enough. Galette, unfortunately, was correct: she was going to need to call in Nero. Synnove was good at untangling Allagan bullshite, but Nero was better, especially since this was his bread and butter and not a side hobby as it was for herself. And Vatete Vate had done some truly disgusting things while bashing arcane geometries into fairy logic into Allagan service node programming; she’d probably need to get Halulu or Setoto in on this, as well, for the fairy logic components of Ipomoea’s system. What a fucking mess, and even poor Ipomoea couldn’t explain half of what was inside her; Vatete apparently hadn’t bothered to include even a fucking table of contents in either Ipomoea or the soulstone.

And then there was all this other fucking nonsense in the physical array that seemed to have no bloody fucking purpose! Strange squiggles and shapes that she dearly hoped weren’t Vatete’s own shorthand, because there would be no deciphering that. Honestly, some looked like little…

…oh, she fucking didn’t.

“Ipomoea,” Synnove said slowly, and pointed to a flourish currently floating near Galette’s ear, “are you able to explain what this is?”

[Certainly! That is a hedera.]

Seven fucking hells, she did.

“Vatete put PAGE BLOCKS in your fucking physical array?!”

[That is correct.]

Synnove bit down hard on her lower lip, but that merely turned the shriek she wanted to indulge in into something closer to a whistling teakettle. Galette rubbed her head against her cheek in commiseration.

“Ipomoea, are you able to locate each hedera in your array?”

[I am.]

“Please light them up for me.”

She did.

“…I fucking hate Vatete Vate.”

[You are not the first.] Ipomoea’s harmonic, for once, forewent polite neutrality in favor of wry, dare Synnove think it, agreement.

“How the fucking fuck do you put a page block into an equation, Twelve fucking help me.” Synnove rubbed her temples and sighed heavily. “All right, sweetness, let’s see if I can’t find your bloody personality matrix somewhere in this mess.”

[…What is a personality matrix?]

Galette made a noise, and it was angry.

Synnove felt similar. “I am going to find how to murder a woman three thousand years dead, I swear to the fucking Traders. Ipomoea, look for anything related to…”

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[siphoncide]

MALACHAI "KAI" PARKER is a 38 (22) year old SIPHONER, from 2010, who looks like CHRIS WOOD. his biggest secret is he let joey live. — played by MICHAEL

Did they survive the Legacies series finale? If so, what have they been up to in the past decade? He did not! Alaric chopped his head off, and we can only assume he found peace.

Can you explain their secret more in-depth? Joey was Kai's favorite brother, and instead of 'saving him for last' he actually spared his life. He drowned and then cast a spell intended to revive him. To match with canon, Joey used the opportunity to escape the coven, preserving Kai's fratricide count.

Anything we need to know about them? We're two years earlier than Kai's original entrance, so he practically has zero established canon connections. People from 2039 have the advantage—and hold the key to his unlived future. He doesn't know about the Saltzman twins, about the importance of Bennett blood, and is unaware of any rivalries outside the ones he made with his father and siblings.

Any headcanons about their past or present? Or even their future, if they’re from 2010. My favorite little tidbit is that Luke was a fucking self-serving asshole in Season 5, so the thought that he was what gave Kai a conscious is pretty funny. Sure, he rounded out by Season 6 but he and the rest of the coven aren't angels. Far from it, and they always have been. Murderous, lying, cult-y pricks. Is Kai really such an outcast?

Any plots or connections you’d like them to have? Anyone who's connected to the Gemini Coven, vampires or werewolves, someone who can put up with him or challenge him. You can message me about anything! I'll try to make some WCs later as ideas come to me.

Any ships you prefer for them? I sail the Bonkai flag, yes, but I literally ship Kai with anyone that clicks with him. Canon-wise, that list has grown fairly long, and he's sampled his fair share of OCs too. He soaks up attention and has very little shame, so, do the math.

What’s your least favorite canon plotline for them? If you’re playing an original character, you can ignore this question. Bonnie leaving Kai in the 1903 Prison World and everyone just, letting her? Yes, he caused pain, and suffering, and deaths that left huge, huge scars. But he's not this outlier. Doesn't every poor bastard in these shows have it in them to be redeemed? In the wise words of one Caroline Elizabeth Forbes, "Anyone capable of love is capable of being saved." Kai 1) risked his life to help Jeremy save Bonnie, 2) not only told Jo she was pregnant, but congratulated her, was happy for her, and 3) offered to help Bonnie save Caroline's humanity at literally no benefit to him... BUT IT COST HIS FREEDOM. Not to mention, pretty sure he didn't kill any of the coven members—not even his own father—when he came to power. Nope, she shoved him back into prison and no one batted an eye. And then they were all so surprised when he came back and burned the whole coven around him.

[bat-kidsarebi-kids]

22, 24, & 28 for the ask game please? <3

tauria hi!!! first of all let me say i did a flappy hands happy lil dance seeing this because i genuinely did not expect anyone to respond to the ask game. i am Thrilled. thank you <3

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

unfortunately, as much as i hate google ideologically, i am a google docs lad through and through. i just have like 1.5 mil words between all my writing & can't bring myself to spend days moving it all somewhere else when i genuinely (evil) like (evil) the (evil) gdocs (evil) interface (evil). i organize my works by fandom and have folders for each of my WIPs & another folder for various drabbles. both of my big WIPs have like. at least 30 documents each so i also have one document that puts them all in chronological order and links each fic so i don't have to sort through all those folders.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

hm. prep implies that i do this ahead of time and i Do Not. every in-depth long-ass WIP i have started out as like a 2k drabble and took on a life of its own. so i end up doing the organization and planning as i go. this also suggests i have Control over my stories and that is also not true. i am beholden to the Whims of my brain. all of this to say i rough out the plot & i have docs that organize timelines in a weird bastardized bullet point list sort of way. i tend to write my fics very out of order because the 'connecting' pieces in between are very hard for me and if i try to write everything chronologically nothing will ever be finished. i love following the joy. i hate writing the in between parts. i also hate making those plot diagrams and timelines, i find it tedious and my little brain goes humph. why am i doing this. i already know this why am i writing it down. but the thing is if i don't then when i inevitably accidentally take a 6-month hiatus from writing i won't remember anything.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

jason todd is my favorite character and roy harper is close behind. when i wrote Can I Help You Not To Hurt Anymore? and The Null HypotheCis back-to-back before returning to Jason and Roy's relationship in A City of Phantoms and Fistfights it felt like seeing an old friend for the first time in years. i feel like their chemistry writes itself and writing never feels more effortless than when i'm writing those idiots pining for each other. all of that being said the most delight i've ever felt while writing a character is the slade wilson i created for my Local Man Stans Bloodsoaked Stranger series. this is because he is a ginormous prick with a heart of gold silver bronze, maybe? LMSBS let me play with finding justifications for characters to behave very differently than they do in canon while challenging myself to still write them as in-character as possible (a Batman that kills, a roy that has his shit together, etc) which made space for a slade who has friends (but would never admit it). i am a goody-two-shoes in real life and i can't stand making anyone feel bad or being mean or rude, so writing him was definitely wish fulfillment for the snarky mean thing in me that wants to be let out of its cage every once in a while. i also love finding ways to say i love you, i trust you, i don't want a life without you in it without using those words because Slade Would Never, but exploring how he would go about making connections after losing his wife and kids was so fucking delightful.

thank you so much for sending me this ask!! please feel free to ask for any more if you'd like :)

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The Forbidden Part II *

Summary: Harry is your stepbrother and from the first moment you two met there’s been an intense attraction that you’ve been unable to deny. This story follows you and Harry from 22 years old to 28 years old. Life and outside opinion get in the way of you and Harry ever really being able to be happy together in the way you both want.

Pairing: artist!reader + musician!harry

A/N & Warnings: this will be a multi part short series (short for me). This is stepbrother!harry and reader mc so if you aren’t into that this series won’t be for you. Warnings include lots smut, lots of angst, mentions of drug use and inebriation by alcohol, cheating, NSFW, 18+ only (comprehensive list for all parts - I may add to this in the future). 8.9k words

Part I*

Part II ☕️It Can’t Happen Again☕️

You were nudged awake by Harry who was lying behind you, tucked into your back as that was all the room your old twin bed allowed.

“Got to take a piss. S’cuse me.” His groggy morning voice was cute but you could barely open your eyes. You were absolutely exhausted.

After you’d both fallen asleep last night you kept waking up because of how uncomfortable it was to share such a small bed with Harry. And then once he woke up too and began kissing your neck you really couldn't go back to sleep. Slowly, lazily at first he kissed over your skin. It was nice. It turned you on. Pressing your ass into him he rocked forward to rub his quickly rising prick into you. You felt him grow as he rutted his hips. You kept your eyes shut the whole time and Harry’s breathless moans in your ear between soft kisses at your neck were relaxing and exciting all at once.

Eventually you soaked through your shorts and Harry pulled them down to your thighs as he lowered his briefs and rubbed his hard cock over your slit and wet himself and then nudged your arousal into your soft bottom which he used to fuck himself. You were plenty wet for him so he had a nice slick space to use to get off. With your eyes still shut you let him rub into your bum cheeks as you smoothed your fingers over your clit.

Your tiny whimpers and Harry’s low moans were barely above a whisper and it would be unlikely anyone would hear you in the hallway. But it was your bed, the thing was probably over a decade old, that would give you away. The slushing noise of Harry riding into your ass cheeks coated in your arousal was no louder than your tired moans. The rhythmic rocking and squeaking sound of your bed was unmistakable, though.

Harry’s movements picked up as he neared his orgasm, as did your own gasping and moaning. With the increased pace Harry was awarded the perfect friction and he came onto your low back with a heavy groan that was louder than it should have been, along with the bed rocking from his forceful pace.

Your own orgasm was light and gentle. Nothing like what you’d had earlier with Harry. He jumped out of bed and wiped up your back and in between your legs then himself before settling back in behind you. That little extra orgasm was all you two needed to fall right back to sleep.

Now, however, Harry was trying to climb over you to get out of bed without hurting you. You suddenly realized what was going on and sat up to move aside for him.

“Hey, um… let me just check the hallway first, make sure no one is out there.” You say after yawning.

You stand up and stretch your limbs before shuffling toward your door, unlatching the lock and slowly opening the door to peek into the hall.

You turn to Harry, “Okay. I don’t see anyone.”

Harry sleepily heads to the hallway and you close your door and hop back into bed, falling right back to sleep.

When you awake again you realize you are in your bed alone. You don’t know how long you slept after Harry went to use the bathroom or if he came back to bed with you or not. The sun is telling you it’s late morning.

You gently step out of bed and pick up your cellphone to see that it’s 10:37 am. You yawn and stand to your toes. You feel a little spark of excitement at seeing Harry. You wonder if he’s already downstairs with your dad and his mom. You make a trip to the bathroom first and notice how oddly quiet it is. There’s no way your dad and Anne are still asleep. After the bathroom you head toward the stairs to go down and notice that the room Harry would have been occupying appears untouched, the door open, and bed perfectly made.

You suddenly had a bad feeling in your gut. Something wasn’t right. You gingerly made your way down the stairs and strained your ears to hear anything but there was nothing but silence.

When you walked through the living room and then to the kitchen you saw Harry sitting at the small round kitchen table looking down at his phone and then you saw your dad standing up near the window, back to you as he appeared to be just looking out into the backyard.

“So quiet in here, thought everyone had left me home alone.” You greet as you enter the kitchen to make some coffee, which strangely there was none of.

Harry’s head shot up when he heard your voice and he frowned before giving you a look you couldn’t identify. Then your dad turned to you and he was frowning, disappointment in his features.

You look from Harry to your dad and then speak again, “Uh… where’s Anne?”

You dad crossed his arms over his chest, “She went out to buy more coffee. We’re low.”

You breathe out a nervous laugh, not quite sure why the tension is so thick, “No wonder you two look like grouches. Haven’t had your morning cup yet.”

You sat down at the table and Harry’s eyes were still on yours. The strange, upset look he was giving you made you feel on edge. You looked to your dad.

“You guys okay?” You felt the sudden crushing weight of reason on you as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. All at once you realized you’d been caught.

Your dad came to the table and sat down as you now watched him with wide eyes, awaiting his words, his disappointment, his hurt.

“Look… I’ve already discussed this with Harry so I’ll just be quick before Anne gets back.” He clasped his hands on the table before him and took a deep breath before continuing, “I heard you two. I won’t say anything else about it and I won’t tell Anne because it would break her heart, but I will tell you that it cannot happen ever again. You just can’t… I just hope you got it out of your system because… it can’t happen again.”

You looked at Harry who was looking down at his hands. You were too ashamed to look at your dad. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

“It won’t happen again, sir. I’m sorry. You’re right. We just got a little too comfortable, and the wine...” Harry mumbled and then glanced at you before looking at your dad. You dad nodded and remained quiet.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah. Sorry. We didn’t like, have sex sex if you’re worried about…”

“NOPE! I don’t need details. I just need to know you aren’t going to do, whatever the fuck you were doing, again. Okay?” Your dad raises his brows and the pitch of his voice at you and you nod.

By the time Anne returned with coffee Harry was making an excuse to leave, something you wish you could do but for some reason felt guilty for. So you stayed until 2 in the afternoon, hours after Harry rushed out. The rest of your stay was tortuous and painful.

You didn’t know what you were feeling. You did regret your actions a little. But what you and Harry had done wasn’t that bad was it? Also, he was really good at eating you out. You never even had the chance to attempt to give him a blow job. The rest of your evening you were lost in your thoughts about Harry. You’d never met anyone like him and you really found him to be someone you could easily become very close to. Maybe a little too close, but still.

You pulled out your large canvasses, smoked a joint, turned on some music and began to create. Your emotions, and confusion steered you. But you painted for hours and didn’t worry yourself to work on any of your commission pieces, you just needed to lay the paint onto the canvas and feel everything

When you’d come to a place you felt good leaving you peeled your overalls off (you never wore anything under your overalls while you painted) onto the cloth drop below you and stepped out of the material to walk naked across your studio straight to your tiny galley kitchen. You opened your refrigerator and grabbed the carton of orange and carrot juice you always had on hand. You poured yourself a tall glass of the cold juice and headed to your bathroom.

You still smelled like sex and sweat. Even though you’d wiped up after both times, a real shower was in order. You took a gulp of the juice and then started the water, waiting for the perfect temperature before switching the direction of the flow of water from the tub spout to the shower head. You took another quick sip of your juice and then got into your warm shower, finally rinsing the smell of Harry off your body.

After scrubbing yourself and getting squeaky clean and thoroughly moisturized you went to your bedroom to cuddle into your comfy bed, where you’d sleep so much better than the night before, you thought to yourself.

Plopping back into your pillows you picked up your phone to two Instagram notifications from All_Hail_Harry.

You quickly opened up the messages and sat upright on your bed as your heart rate picked up.

All_Hail_Harry, 10:58 pm

hey

All_Hail_Harry, 11:30 pm

my band is playing a set tonight at midnight at the echo ::link::

You looked at the clock and realized it was 11:36 pm. As you began typing to him that you would be there (really??!!) You received another message from him.

All_Hail_Harry, 11:36 pm

no pressure. but i wanted to talk to you. plus you can hear what I sound like live.

You bit your lip. And hit send.

24ktart, 11:36 pm

YES. see you soon ish

You run to your bathroom and begin brushing your hair and tweezing stray pubes (because you never know, and if you’d ever seen Harry you’d fucking do the same, stepbrother or not), swiping on mascara and deodorant and then finding the perfect outfit which was basic high waisted jeans, a white t shirt tucked in, red chucks, and your moto style black leather jacket. Your hair would air dry and become wavy but you were in a hurry to get on the road so you could make it to the bar by midnight.

When you’d found a spot to park you walked as fast as you could toward the entrance of the building. You looked down at your phone to message Harry that you’d arrived but you saw another message from him.

All_Hail_Harry, 11:50 pm

tell the bouncer your name and you're with me, you won’t get charged entry

24ktart, 11:56 pm

just parked. and thx!

You breeze through the bouncer once you tell him your name and who you’re with. You assume you’ll be standing in the room as they play, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t know how long his set was but you’d happily stay put until the end so you two could talk.

The room was pretty full of people. Most of them seated at tables, some standing up near the stage and you decided to get in as close as possible to the stage, but toward the side a bit for some breathing room. You'd have a good view of Harry and it was possible that if the lighting was right he'd be able to see you as well.

You messaged Harry one more time even though you knew he'd be about to come on stage.

24ktart, 12:00 am

here by the stage, near the side. fyi

When you slid your phone into your back pocket some people came out onto the stage. A girl at the drums, a guy with a guitar, another with a bass guitar and they began to fool around, playing a rocky tune before the tune turned into something much tighter and purposeful and that's when Harry stepped out onto the stage at the front center near the microphone with a guitar strapped to his front.

He strutted up like he owned the whole bar and grinned shyly out into the crowd. His dimple on display and then he let out a small laugh into the microphone before looking down at his fingers as he strummed the strings of his guitar and then back out to the audience, leaning in to the mike, "I'm Harry and we're Harry and the Humans. I hope you enjoy our music.”

With that he stepped back a bit and started just jamming with the band, playing his own part with his guitar until the music slowed a bit and Harry scooted back in front of the microphone and begin to sing. His voice was good. You were in awe of the skill of the band and Harry and you could tell, after only a few minutes of him singing and playing, why he was the front man. His charisma and charm was off the charts. He'd smile into the small crowd and act a little shy at all of the attention, and there was a small group of girls around your age not far from you basically swooning over him and giggling, shouting his name.

Harry danced around a little on stage, his moves were sort of free form, you wouldn't call him a great dancer, but he was entertaining to watch and with how attractive he was, he could just sit down on the floor, legs crossed and win you over. The sound was rock, indie, a touch of pop.

The first song sounded like an original by them, but you couldn't be sure. You knew that their band did covers and originals, but the song sounded so well put together than it could have been something done by a professional, famous artist.

When the second song started with the strum of the other guitars, Harry put his hand over the top of his eyes to look out into the crowd. He smiled at some people and waived. He leaned into the mike, "Lovely crowd tonight. Thanks for showing up. The next song is a personal favorite of mine, hope you enjoy it."

The music began coming together, all the parts filling into one another, blending, increasing in volume and Harry continued to scan the crowd. Suddenly his eyes were on you. He spotted you and his smile widened even more as he waived and leaned into the mike to begin singing.

Harry was truly a force. His whole persona on stage was sex on legs, confident, flirty, and shy all at the same time. The crowd ate it up.

I fell in love with the music and Harry’s on-stage presence. He continued to look my way during the songs and he’d smile shyly, then look down at his feet like he needed to compose himself. Every time he looked at you it was smiles and eye contact and it was something like foreplay. You were nearly drooling as you bobbed your head and swayed to the tunes.

They did a handful of classic rock covers but most of the songs were originals. Their set lasted an hour and once it was done, Harry removed his guitar from over his shoulder and handed it the man who was playing bass guitar. He then jogged to the front of the stage and hopped down, walking right toward you. You stood in place as two girls blocked his path to say something to him. He kept his eyes on you, though and you saw his lips move but he kept moving forward to get to you.

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face. You felt special being given all his attention at the moment and for much of the show as well.

“Hey! Glad you made it. What’d you think?” Harry gave you a quick hug and he was a little damp but he smelled like cologne.

“You guys are great! I’m so glad I could come too. Nearly went to bed without seeing your messages first!” You laughed.

Harry smiled warmly and grasped onto your elbow, leaning in to speak, “Come with me, back here. If you don’t mind. Just need to finish putting our shit away and then we can go somewhere to talk.”

You followed closely behind him as he led you behind the stage to a small room where some of the band had already put their instruments and electronic equipment. They each greeted you with a handshake. Everyone seemed nice. You didn’t know if you wanted to tell them that you were Harry’s soon-to-be step sister or not but you did tell them your name.

You waited for about ten minutes while Harry and the band ran back and forth packing up a van that was parked in the back. You scrolled through your phone and pretended to keep busy but you were buzzing with excitement at getting the chance to be alone with Harry again, if that was the plan. You didn’t really know exactly.

When the back room had been cleared out all the band members were hovering around near the door. The Echo would be closing soon. You got up and walked around, looking for Harry. The drummer, who was named Sarah, saw you and smiled so you decided to ask her if she’d seen Harry. She pointed toward the door, “He’s out there.”

You went outside and didn’t spot Harry right away but you did hear his voice coming from the other side of the van. As you got closer you heard a female as well and she sounded distraught, so you decided to wait for a moment, not wanting to interrupt anything, but you also were nosy and needed to know what he was saying to this female.

“Not tonight, Tiffany. I’ve got my stepsister coming over.”

“Fuck, Harry. You told me just two days ago that you had something planned for me. I came all the way out here to see you. I mean, you can still have her over but like, we can still fuck around after. Right?”

“No. I’m not fucking my girlfriend while my stepsister is over. I’ll see you on Wednesday anyway. I’m sorry, Tiff. I invited her out and I wanted to hang out with her for a bit. Wednesday, okay, babe?”

There was some silence but you didn’t like what you’d just heard. He had a girlfriend? You decided to round the van and take a look, just to pour salt onto the wound.  

You realized what a bad idea it was to see it all with your own eyes once you’d gotten to the other side of the van. There was Harry and Tiffany with their tongues down one another’s throats. Harry had her by the waist and crushed against his body while her arms were around his neck. You thought you might throw up. It was a terrible idea to come see him. You decided maybe it was best to leave. This was ridiculous, right? He was going to be your stepbrother for fucking crying out loud. You two couldn’t be in a relationship. He wasn’t your boyfriend and he never would be.

You quickly walked back into the room behind the stage and your legs walked as fast as possible toward the front of the entrance so you could leave. When you’d passed the bar you heard Harry shouting your name but you ignored it, pretending that you hadn’t heard it. There were still a bunch of people in the bar and the crowd was thickest near where the bartender was still serving for last call. You tried to push past the thick group in your way but it slowed you down exponentially. When you decided to just shove them away you got a couple of comments but it was effective in getting you to your destination to exit the front of the building. You picked up the pace once you were outside and jogged to your car.

Harry was closer than you thought as you heard him shout your name again.

“I fucking know you hear me. What’s going on?” You kept your pace steady and fumbled around to get your keys out and unlock the car door. You hopped in as quickly as possible and your shaky hands slotted the key into the ignition before you turned it and the car started up easily. You looked in your rearview so you could get out of your spot where you’d parked on the street and you saw Harry get into the car directly behind yours.

“Fuck!” Of course you fucking park directly in front of of Harry’s car. You shouted more curses with tears now streaming down your face. Fucking dumb emotions.

You hit the gas and pulled out, checking for traffic and tried to lose Harry but you weren’t a race car driver, nor did you posses the skills to actually lose him as if you were in some sort of Starsky and Hutch episode. In fact, you hit every fucking red light on the way home and Harry kept right behind you the whole way. You wiped your face and took deep breaths. You knew he’d be following you to your apartment. There was no way around it. You’d really be giving him a piece of your mind once you spoke to him.

After the most ridiculously terribly slow getaway (being a getaway driver was not in the stars for you) you parked you car in your complex parking lot and Harry followed suit. He got out of his car, slamming his door behind him as he rushed toward you.

“What’s going on? Why are you doing this? Huh?” Harry growled. He grasped onto your shoulder to stop you but you brushed him off of you, trying to continue walking toward your building.

“Stop! We need to talk. Fucking stop!” He grabbed at you again and this time you turned to look at him and he realized you’d been crying.

“Fuck you, Harry. Tiffany’s probably waiting for you anyway. What the fuck are you following me around for? Leave me alone!” You try to turn around but Harry is holding on tight to you and then he pulls you toward him to stand just a few inches from him.

He dips his head down to look you directly in your eyes, “Tiffany? Jesus Christ…” He stood up straight and looked up at the sky and then back down to you, “This is about her? Don’t worry about her. Not important. I’m ditching a girl who’s a sure thing to talk to you. To spend time with you. What does that tell you?” He laughs in disbelief.

“It tells me you’re a cheater, Harry. You cheated on your girlfriend with your stepsister? This is fucked up.” You shake your head and try to pull your composure back in check.

Harry laughs and nods, “Yeah. I guess I am a cheater. I’m not loyal to her. I know that’s shitty, but I’m a shitty boyfriend. Can we go into your apartment to talk? I’m assuming this is where you live.”

You roll your eyes and nod before Harry lets go of you and you lead him into your apartment. It’s a total mess. You’ve got shit everywhere. You’d spent hours painting and your yet-to-be finished piece was sitting in its easel.

You toed your shoes off and Harry did the same and then you sat down on your couch with Harry sitting down next to you.

You decided to wait for him to talk first since he was the one who wanted to talk and since he was the one who was cheating on his girlfriend. Not that you’d be giving him another chance to cheat anyway.

Harry sighed and leaned back into the cushions and rubbed over his face, “Fuck. Didn’t want this to go this way. I legitimately forgot I’d planned something with her. God…” He shook his head and turned his body toward you.

“You made me forget I had a girlfriend standing in the crowd tonight. I was so focused on you and getting to see you again, I just, I don’t know.” You looked at him and found yourself wishing he wasn’t so attractive. So fucking hot.

“I didn’t make you do anything, Harry. But now that I know you have a girlfriend, what kind of a guy you are, I’m just totally turned off now.” You lied. He was still hot. He’d still be the one you’d think about tonight in your bed alone.

“Don’t say that. Please.” He gently grabbed your hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Please. I’m shitty, but I wouldn’t be shitty to you. I know it’s not like we can date or anything, but I was sort of hoping we could like, be together… like in secret. Fuck that sounds really bad coming out like that.” The last part mostly spoken to himself.

“No, Harry. We shouldn’t continue whatever it was that we started. This isn’t worth it. I’m not a toy to be played with in private. I’m a human being.”

Harry squeezes your hands and moves his head in your path so you’re forced to look at him, “I know. You’re a wonderful, beautiful human and I don’t want to take advantage of you. Never. But I want you. More than I want Tiffany. Maybe, I don’t know, we could like, just get to know one another a little more. I just feel like we’ve only just got started. Ya know? I don’t want this to be over yet. Been craving you all day.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, craving me so bad you had your tongue down Tiffany’s throat less than an hour ago. Right.” You try to pull your hands away from his but he doesn’t allow it. His grasp gets tighter.

Harry's voice gets deeper and louder, “Fuck Tiffany! Fuck her! Seriously. God! You don’t understand. If you hadn’t seen that I could have explained all this in a different way but… Fuck! Fuck!” He dipped his head down and looked toward his lap for a moment before speaking again, “I want you. I don’t know what that means but fuck everyone else. Okay?” His eyes pinned on yours now and you start to warm toward him a touch but you’re still pissed.

You remain silent as he looks at you, waiting for a response but you give him nothing. Not yet. He doesn’t deserve anything from you.

Harry scoots in closer to you by an inch, his large hands still holding onto yours, “Look. This is fucked, okay? You. That’s all I could think of today. You. You. You. You and me. Nothing else. Nothing else, no one else matters. I don’t give a fuck that I have a girl who thinks she’s called my girlfriend. I know it’s shitty of me to string her along, but fuck! It’s just how it’s been for me. But you. I’d never string you along.” He laughs and dips his head into your view again so you can’t escape his gaze. “You are unforgettable. All those girls I’ve fucked and left, the girls who think they’re my girlfriend, fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all. Who cares anyway? It’s just sex. Just sex. I know. I know. I’m fucked. But with you, it’s not just sex is it? Look at me.” He grasps onto your chin and guides your gaze back to him. His hold on your chin hurts a bit but you like it. You like him and you hate yourself for it.

You bite you lip as he continues trying to convince you, “I will leave if you want but I’m hoping you let me stay. I’m hoping you let me show you what I can be for you. Because I want you to be something for me. Something different than everything else.” He licks his lips as he drops his eyes down to your own lips.

It’s quiet for a moment. Your tears have dried and you’re sure you’ve got mascara running down your face like an idiot. You can’t turn your head away from him like you want because he’s grasping your chin to keep your attention on him.

“What do you want me to say, Harry? I was so excited to come and see you tonight. But then I saw you with your girlfriend, kissing her and…”

Harry moved his hand from your chin and slowly brought his thumb up over your lip which stopped you mid sentence as you forgot the rest of your point anyway.

“I only want to kiss you though. She means nothing. Okay? It meant nothing.”

You sat still, allowing Harry to rub and push at your lips with his thumb. He had some strange effect on you. It was like a spell and it was something you noticed last night as well. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Fine. I believe you. But you’re still a dick.” You opened your eyes and Harry paused his thumb over your lip as he smiled in relief.

“I know I’m a dick, baby. Will you please let me kiss you now?” He brought both hands up to hold your face near to his and you had no power to say no to him. His charm made him convincing and his dimple made him look deceivingly innocent.

You grasped onto his shoulders and pulled him toward you so that you could bring your lips together again. Harry kissed you delicately, slowly, using his tongue to touch over your lips gently. There was no hurry, no race to the end. It was just the two of you sitting in your living room with rapid heart beats and flushed faces.

When he’d wiped away any fear you had about his girlfriend he parted his lips from yours.

“I really did want to talk about other stuff too. This whole thing, what I’d planned on saying was done in reverse. I still have other stuff I wanted to tell you. About this morning. When I left your room.”

That caught your attention. You sat upright and waited for him to continue. You nodded.

“Well, the gist of it is that it was way too easy to figure out that I never even went into the spare room and he knew where I was because he said he could hear, like, everything. I don’t know if it was everything but he said both times woke him up. Luckily my mom can sleep through the apocalypse.” He snorted a laugh.

“He really laid into me, though. That was why I left so early. I might have stayed longer through the awkwardness but your dad made it clear he didn’t he want me to so much as hug you in his presence or he’d break my wrist.”

You sucked in a quiet gasp at that. It was surprising to hear because your dad is such a peaceful and easy going dude.

“I’m sure he was just saying that in the heat of the moment. He was kind of extra emotional and intense. I doubt he’d ever… but I just felt like the less contact you and I had in front of him the better. Until he calms down a little.”

Your hands were taken into his hands and you remained quiet.

“I also wanted to say that I’m sorry. For last night. I started coming on to you pretty strong and that wasn’t fair to you. If I hadn’t started it, your dad would have never heard us in the first place.”

You begin to shake your head, “No. What happened between us was mutual. I wanted it. All of it. I hate and feel sick about my dad hearing us but that wasn’t your fault. I should have used my brain. We could have been smarter but we both play equal parts.”

Harry smirks and you can see it in his eyes that he’s about to say something teasing, “Yeah, I mean, you were pretty loud. All those moans and whimpers… I had to stuff my fingers in your mouth and even cover your mouth with my palm to keep you quiet.”

“Shut up! Dick!” You shoved at Harry, but your hands were still in his, which he did not release. He just kept that cocky smirk on his face.

“You liked it. You fucking even asked me to do it. It was hot, though.” Harry dipped his face down to yours, lips less than an inch away, “You’re hot. I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

You realized the current situation. Harry was in your apartment with no one to hear you, no one to hide from, a whole apartment with a full sized bed and a box of condoms in the night stand. You let your hormones do your thinking for you when Harry was involved. Harry was irresistible even if he was a liar and a cheater. At least you knew in this moment he was with you and he wanted you more than Tiffany.

You closed the space between your lips and Harry quickly dragged you onto his lap to feel you closer. Your tongues swirled together as your lips closed over his tongue. He moaned and squeezed at you harder, his grip on your hips keeping you steady.

The tension built heavy between you two. Everything with Harry has been a complete surprise to you since you first met him. You had no willpower when it came to him. You so badly wanted to kick him out and shove him down the stairs for being such a dick to his girlfriend and to you, but you just couldn't. Did you believe him? Maybe not fully. But you couldn't dwell any longer as Harry began to sponge wet kisses down your neck and over your jaw.

"I want you. I really do. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want, though." He leans back to look you in the eyes, "Do you want me? Right now? Should I stay?" He brought his lips over your jaw again, the convincing feel of his lips on you made you weak. You did want him. You squirmed in his lap and decided to just fuck it, fuck everything.

"Let's go into my bedroom." You pushed yourself off of his lap and grasped onto Harry's hand and he followed you into your bedroom, which was much tidier than the rest of your apartment. Harry noted right away that you had a larger bed here as well, which he was relieved for.

You took your leather jacket off and hurriedly untucked your t-shirt and removed it over your head. Harry followed your lead, keeping his eyes on you as he removed his own shirt. He inched his way closer to you as you stood in your bra and jeans and he nudged you toward your bed, climbing over you when you laid onto your back.

He began kissing over you again, down your neck and further this time, as he had more access without your shirt covering your breasts. Harry kissed over your soft flesh and licked the center of your lacy bra right over your nipple. You bra was thin lace and see-through so there was little left to the imagination. He moaned and then squished at your breasts and pushed his hips into yours. His bulge was growing by the minute and you could feel it in between your legs.

You pushed at Harry a little so you could sit up and remove your bra and unbutton your pants. You wanted to have sex with him and you wanted to make sure it happened before you changed your mind because you were teetering a little in your mind. But you wanted to feel him and you wanted more from him despite the consequences.

When Harry saw you unbuttoning your pants he stood from the bed and unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his own pants, lowering them until they fell to a puddle on the floor, his belt clanking with a heavy thud.

You sat in your panties, a matching lace thong you'd picked for tonight, before you knew what you were really getting into. Harry sucked in a sharp breath at your beautiful body and he quickly brought his hands over your hips and kissed your tummy, licking into your belly button, which drew a moan from your lips. You slid yourself back toward your headboard and Harry followed, crawling his way up your bed.

He grasped onto your thighs and began kissing the insides and softly dragging his lips over your soft skin, "Fuck. You're an angel. You are so cute and so hot. I want you so bad." He looked up at you, his light green eyes nearly nothing but black from the way his pupils had dilated. He leaned over you and kissed your lips, spreading your thighs apart. With his lips over yours and your senses completely overwhelmed, he slid his finger to the side of your panties and gasped, "Fuuuuck... you're so wet already. Oh my god." He looked down between you and pressed over your lace covered clit and then back to you, "Can I? Want to have you back in my mouth. Suck on you, lick on you. S'that okay?" His finger still sliding over your clit, your panties wetted from how aroused you were.

You nod, "Yes. Maybe, I can suck you too? I've never done it but I'd like to try it."

Harry groaned and bit his lip with his eyes back on your panties.

"You want to like, sit over my face while you suck on me and I eat you? You've never done it before, though, you sure you want to start off like that?" He rubs over you thighs and you nearly burst.

"Yeah, let's try. Why not, right?" You smile as you dip your fingers into your panties and begin to slide them down, lifting you hips. Harry takes his briefs off and he lays flat on the bed, watching you as climb over him and turn so you can bring his thick cock into your mouth.

Harry gives you a little guidance and he holds onto your hips, "Just suck on the tip and use your hands for the rest. It's gonna feel really good for me. Just mind your teeth and I'll like it."

You turn to him and feel super vulnerable and exposed in your position, with you asshole pointed right at his face but Harry's looking right at your dripping pussy and licking his lips.

"Come on, baby, take a seat." He grasps your hips and helps guide you over his mouth and it sends sparks through you. You get adjusted to the feeling of his mouth on you this position and moan softly before leaning down over him and lick on his head a little. You spit over him like he told you to, to get his shaft nice and wet and then you spread your saliva down over him, making your hands glide over the base of his cock easier. You lower your mouth onto his tip and suck it into you mouth and taste him immediately. He's a little salty but he smells clean.

Harry groans into your pussy when he feels your lips wrapped around his blunt tip. He bends his knees slightly and angles himself so he can lightly thrust as he digs into your cunt. He focuses in on your clit again and you are reeling from the pleasure of it. He's so good and you want to be good for him to so you double your efforts and try lowering yourself over him more. His light thrusts upward are helping you to get him a little deeper as your hands twist and pump at his shaft like he told you to do.

It turns out this position requires a lot of work on your part and as good as it feels with Harry's lips and tongue working your clit you really wanted to feel him inside you. You weren't sure you could come like this and your jaw was getting tired. You sucked over him hard and licked around his slit and brought him as deep as you could but the position was limiting.

Harry, though, was in heaven. He enjoyed this view and the smell coming from you, and the way your lips were working him so when you sat up and lifted your hips from his face he whined and tried to pull you back down over his mouth but you giggled as you leaned forward out of his grasp.

"Um... If you want, if you're up for it... I was thinking..." you felt embarrassed even suggesting it. He might not even want to have sex with you. Perhaps he didn't want to fuck his stepsister. But you'd already started speaking and Harry was looking at you in that way that made you want to ride his cock all night. "Uh... I have condoms and if you wanted..."

You needed to say no more. Harry was sitting up and nodding, "Yeah. Actually, yes." His breathing was hard and he was so turned on. You reached toward your night stand and pulled out a condom, unwrapping it from its foil and kneeing yourself over to Harry so you could roll it over him.

You looked at him as you gently placed the rubber over his tip and he watched you slowly roll it down over him. Harry had never had a girl put a condom on him before and he thought it might be the sexiest thing he's ever seen a woman do before in his life. He was breathing heavy puffs through his nose as he watched you work the condom down over him and part of him was glad now that the condom would decrease how sensitive his cock was so he could last longer, because he knew he'd be coming too soon without one.

"Fuck. So hot having my sister put a condom over my cock like that." He smirked at you, teasingly. You rolled your eyes and didn't care anymore that he was calling you his sister. You just wanted to get that large prick inside of you and feel the stretch you knew was coming.

"How do you want me? Want to ride me or you want me on top?"

You decided it might be easier for him to press into you with you on your back at first, and maybe you'd move to being on top once you'd gotten used to the feel of him.

You laid down onto your back and spread you legs, "You on top first. Let's do that." You breathe out, waiting excitedly to be full with him.

Harry kneed up to you and placed himself in between your legs and when he leaned over you to kiss your lips, his heavy cock settled over your stomach and the weight of it was enough to make your head spin. Please you whine in between kisses and Harry smiles down at you as he angles his hips back to slip into you. He pushes his head in first and it's a shock. Your eyes grow wide at the thick intrusion but Harry sees your lips turn up in a slight smile. You moan as he pushes in deeper and Harry watches your face twist up in pleasure. Harry moans low and dips down to kiss you again.

"M'sister's pussy is made for me. Fuck. Fuck." He pulls out and then pushes back in, repeating his motions a few times as you get used the feeling of his cock sliding inside of your creamy pussy.

When he finally gets in to the hilt he presses in deep and sits still inside of you for a moment and closes his eyes. He sits up and holds your hips to him so he can angle himself to slip deeply into you. Your feet are planted on the bed, knees bent as Harry sits upright on his knees and begins to plunge into your cunt with wet squelching sounds. He looks down at what's happening and it's lewd and it's all he wants. His thick shaft disappearing into your hole with each hip thrust is something songs are written about and he decides he's going to write a whole album about you and your pussy and your lips.

His hips shifting into you and his balls hitting into your ass create the most extreme form of ecstasy you've experienced. Your clit isn't being stimulated at the moment but Harry's hitting something inside of you that aches and makes your eyes roll into the back of you head. It's like nothing you've ever felt.

The bed in your room isn't on a metal frame like the bed at your dad's so there isn't a squeaking coming from it, but, his forceful pounding is causing your wet skin to slap together and your moans are out of control.

"Fuck! You're so deep inside of me. Oh godddd..." You can't control the noise coming from your mouth. Your tits are bouncing at each thrust, his own groaning is getting louder and you're sure you've dripped down your ass.

Suddenly, Harry brings your legs up and puts them over his shoulders and when he pushes into you so he's balls deep again, it's almost too much. You whine and gasp at the feeling in your tummy and then he brings one hand down to rub hard into your clit. You sputter out words and then hang your mouth open. You have a sudden need to have something inside your mouth while his cock is inside your pussy.

"Harry! Fuck!! Oh god... Please!" He presses in deep and smirks at you, but you can tell he's losing it too. His own mouth is dropped open in pleasure.

"Please, what? What do you need, sis. Need your brother to give you something else?" He teases but now you like it and you're so far away from your senses that you don't care and you want his fingers in your mouth and down your throat as far as they can go.

You grasp onto his hand that is supporting himself but he shakes his head, "Baby, I need to be able to hold myself up with something. If you take my other hand I'll have to stop rubbing at your clit."

You whine and pout but then Harry has an idea and he brings your own hand over you pussy so you can rub at your clit and now his free hand is all yours to do with what you wanted.

"Here." He offers his hand to you, not sure what you wanted and you quickly grasp his forearm and draw his hand up to your mouth and pull three of his arousal soaked fingers into your lips.

Harry coughs out a pant and he groans, "Fuck. You want my fingers in your mouth?" You nod and try to get his fingers further into your mouth but Harry's not understanding you want to gag on his fingers. You aren't sure why you want this, but you do.

You pull his fingers out to explain, "Put your fingers as far down my throat as you can. I want to choke on them while you fuck me."

Harry had slowed down his thrusts during this exchange and when you told him to choke you with his fingers he stopped. He'd never been asked for this before and he liked that you wanted it but he didn't want to hurt you.

"You sure? Just like, pull my forearm or something if you need air or want me to pull my fingers out okay? Fuck you're naughty, sis." He laughed as he began pounding into you again, full force. He shoved his fingers back into your mouth and watched as you held onto his forearm and your eyes widened at the feeling of him reaching far back so you began to lightly gag around the pads of his fingers.

You closed your eyes for a moment as tears began to form from the feeling of fingers in your mouth and down your throat and then when you opened them again Harry's own head was thrown back. He couldn't look down at this image too long because he'd come too fast. You were so fucking hot and dirty and everything he wanted.

Now, with things exactly in place like you wanted you began shaking and moaning around his fingers. The feel of your clit being played with, Harry's cock stuffing you full and hitting spots inside of you that ached, and his long fingers gagging you lightly you were spinning. Tears of complete satisfaction fell from your eyes and Harry began moaning, his hips stuttering off rhythm with the way you were squeezing the ever loving shit out of his prick and the feel of your lips sucking and choking on his fingers.

"Fuck. Come on my cock. Wanna feel it, baby. Want this pussy to know what it feels like to come on brother's cock."

You couldn't hold on anymore. His words sliced into you as his cock was nearly splitting you in two. You gagged and moaned and sucked over his fingers as you came harder than ever. You vision grew white and your ears rang. It was the best orgasm of your life, hands down and you'd experienced it with your stepbrother.

Harry was having a similar experience as he felt you pulse over his cock and gurgle with his fingers in your mouth. A small burst of liquid spilled from you onto his groin and dripped down and he looked at you writhing under him with tears and mascara running down your face as you gagged on his fingers and he released into his condom with a loud moan and whimper. He didn't normally moan so loudly when coming but with you, he couldn't hold back. The moment was so dirty and erotic and you were fucking hot.

Harry released your legs from over his shoulder and pulled out (both his cock and his fingers) to lay down beside you as he gathered his strength to sit up. His arm draped over you as you laid still and silent, only breathing puffs of air through your nose. He watched you for a bit, as you lie still with a red face and smears of black down your cheeks.

"You okay?" He asked, when enough time had passed that he felt you'd been able to come back to reality.

You turned your head to him and opened your eyes and nodded, "Fuck yes I am." Then you turned you head back toward the ceiling and closed you eyes again.

After the necessary clean up you and Harry settled back into your bed and you laughed at his dumb jokes. Harry was trying to lighten the mood, you could see he was a little nervous now that you two had had sex.

"What are we gonna do Harry?" You ask him as you lay your head over his chest.

He rubbed over you back and kissed the top of your head and sighed.

"We'll just keep this a secret. Okay? Just you and me. I think we'll need to make some sort of plan so no one suspects us but I want to do this with you as often as possible. I'm cancelling with Tiffany for sure."

You sit up and frown, "Okay. But like, what? We just don't date other people and see each other in private? My dad is practically trained to sniff out lies. He'll catch on if both of us never date other people or anything."

Harry closes his eyes and leans his head back into the headboard. "I don't know. Maybe we just like, see someone on the side. For a cover? Fuck I don't know. Like you and I would be together and everyone else is just for show. I don't know how you feel about that."

You look down between you two and then back up to Harry, "I guess we need to really think about how we can make it work. Having someone on the side as the "cover" seems awful. I don't like the idea of you having sex with me and someone else too. And I don't know if I could go around and fuck some guy just to have a cover, you know?"

Harry cringes at your words and you see his adam's apple dip as he swallows, "Yeah, that fucking sounds awful. I don't want you to be having sex with anyone else. I don't know what other options we have. If we want to keep this up."

You both stare at one another for a bit before you speak, "Perhaps for now we just stay single until something comes along that makes sense for us. I mean, this..." you motion between your bodies, "might just be temporary, right? Maybe you'll get sick of me or I'll get annoyed of you." You laugh.

Harry laughs with you but he knows he's not going to get sick of you. He's never felt like this before. You're different.

You two can never truly be together. You both know that. Sacrifices will have to be made if you both intend on continuing this forbidden relationship. You don't know what that looks like in this moment but you are prepared for upset, jealously, and disappointment if you choose to continue. Only time will tell if it's worth it.

Part III*

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Whatever Katsuki Wants - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, violence, blood, cursing, lowkey little yandere Bakugou, smut, toxic relationship

Request: can I get Bakugou comes across a criminal on one of his bad days and he goes straight feral with an insane satisfied smile as he beats the shit out of them till they die. (Dark Ik, sorry😂) but as he beats the man, a video is taken of the scene and instead of posting it the anonymous person sent it to quirkless!FemaleReader. How would that play out?

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Fucking hell!”

Bakugou ran through the dark city chasing an annoying ass criminal. It wasn’t even a villain per say, more like a petty thief wanting to ruin someone’s day. His day. Now usually, the number 2 hero wouldn’t be pursuing this type of crime, but the damn prick ran into a bank, held hostages, and got away with over 5 grand.

The pro was already have a pissy day from the second he woke up. He couldn’t wake up next to his Teddy Bear because you had to visit your parents for something that started before even Katsuki had to wake up, then he burned his breakfast because a damn bird flew into the kitchen window, he was late to work and got put on night patrol, he probably wouldn’t get to see you when he got home before you knocked out because you also had a night shift, and now this.

Every second that passed caused his damn blood to boil. He was mad at....well, existence. Not his, just existence in general. For everything. He was so close to catching this damn bastard that when he finally pounced the guy, he didn’t realize there were footsteps coming his way.

Bakugou pinned the criminal to the ground in an alleyway and completely disregarded his quirk. He needed to take his anger out on something and this poor man happened to be in his grip. Bakugou threw punch after punch, kicked the man in his stomach until he coughed up blood, he stomped on the man’s head, threw him against a wall, etc. He ended it with a strong and fiery blast at the unconscious body. Finally, after 2 minutes of silence, Bakugou began to sinisterly laugh. A psychotic laugh with a crazed look in his eye. He was hunched over with his arms loose as he walked towards the dead man, picking him up by his skull.

“Sorry buddy, you caught me on a bad day,” he laughed out and whispered into the lifeless body’s ear. He threw the body into a pile of trash cans before walking out of the alleyway. When he turned the corner, he took notice of a trembling civilian, holding a camera at him. “The hell?! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT DAMN CAMERA?!”

Bakugou barked at the random person with devil eyes before sending a blast to the phone. The person ran away screaming, pissed at the hero for doing that. To be petty, the “extra” (as Bakugou would say) wanted this video to be exposed. Not to the media, this person wasn’t cruel enough to destroy someone else’s career, but he wanted to send it to someone to have the hero learn a lesson.

Now it was no secret that the pro was in a relationship. In an article, it was revealed that the two of you had been together for the past 4 years. With that in mind, the damn hacker found Dynamight’s longtime girlfriend’s number and sent the video her way.

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At Bakugou’s nice home, his perfect little oblivious girlfriend hummed a tune to herself as she made some spicy curry for her precious Suki. Now it’s not that Y/N was dumb. She was actually very intelligent. But when it came to Katsuki, she was just a cute little “housewife” that loved him.

Flashback

When Bakugou first met you in the grocery market, he couldn’t help but notice your tiny but voluptuous figure, you were struggling to reach a box of cereal until Katsuki came along and helped.

“Here you go, Short Stack. Maybe next time you should ask your mommy to help you reach the high shelves.” He teased with a wink to the nickname.

You looked at the handsome blonde with a blush at first sight but when he teased you, your blush grew more ferocious with a pout and pointed brows. “I don’t need my mom to help me in the grocery store. I’m 22 for God’s sake!” You said, reaching for the box that he now held over his head.

“Hm, woulda said 17.” He teased again. You ignored his jokes and jumped to reach the box and take it out of his hands. You failed multiple times and he still stood tall with a smirk as he looked down at you.

‘Now she’s fucking cute’ he thought to himself. His eyes traveled down to your busty hips and tiny waist, then taking notice of the way your chest bounced around when you jumped and reached for the cereal. ‘Pretty damn sexy too.’

“C’mon little bear. You can do it.” He said with a shit eating grin. You pouted some more and stomped your foot before coming to a realization and began smirking. You dropped to the floor and swooped your legs to kick at his ankles and made him drop to the floor. As he fell, he let go of the box and you caught it midway before turning your back to him. Usually, Bakugou would be a little pissed, but his anger died down at the sight of your juicy ass.

“Yes!” You cheered.

“Woah..” Bakugou said in a trance. You turned to him with a confused look before he quickly hid it with a scowl. You giggled at his place on the floor and stuck out your hand to help him up.

“Sorry, but maybe you should’ve just given me my cereal. Anyway, thanks for the ‘help’ I guess..uh..” you asked, hinting for his name.

“Bakugou.” He answered and you nodded and gave a soft smile before speaking.

“Bakugou.” You said, finishing your previous sentence. “Well, I’ll be off now,”

You began to walk away but felt Bakugou tug on your arm. You looked back at him with another confused look but was only met with a cute smirk.

“Hey, I helped you with that cereal, the least you could do is give me the pretty girl’s name.” He said. You blushed a bit more before giving him a dumb look.

“Who? Me?” You teased.

“Nooo, the old hag at the cash register,” he joked. You both laughed at his comment as you settled with his hold on you, not minding the contact at all.

“Y/N L/N.” You said.

“Alright Y/N L/N, was nice meeting you.” He said with his hands in his pockets while holding a smile. A real smile and not a smirk.

“I know.” You said with a cocky smile that he could only chuckle at. “Was nice meeting you too Bakugou. I’ll see you around,” you said walking away with a waving hand.

As you walked, Bakugou couldn’t help but admire your curvy body and drool at the sight. He didn’t know what it was but something was pulling him to you. He wanted you. He needed you. That little interaction was not enough. It’s not even that he wanted to fuck. Sure you had a banging body, but your playful self caught his interest. He wanted your mind, body, and soul. He wanted to make you his.

Through the help of technology and his access to police files and hero reports, he was able to find your name, address, where you worked, and all that. He worked hard to “coincidentally” run into you constantly, up until the point where you two became quite acquainted. You eventually asked him to hang out (as friends) and that’s where the relationship grew. A few months had passed before Bakugou successfully asked you on a date, and that’s when you both found love within each other. Or more so, you found love in him. He loved you at first sight and he knew it for a fact.

After a year of dating, Bakugou asked you to move in with him and you of course said yes. Once settled in, he worked even harder to constantly fuck you stupid, break you down but build you up at the same time. He made it clear he was in charge and you were his little toy. A toy he loved with his entire being, but still a toy.

You became his dumb little girl. You had a job but Katsuki encouraged you to not work so much. “I don’t want you to raise a finger pretty girl. Just let Daddy take care of you,” he would say as he bounced you on his cock.

You had a little dance hobby that Katsuki also encouraged you to take a break from. “You don’t need to put on a show for anybody else but me, Princess. Daddy’ll give you all the attention you want.” He’d say as he kissed your cheek and finger you in front of a mirror.

You used to have friends before Bakugou found out they were trying to warn you of his abrasive behavior. Growing pissed at that, he convinced you they were against you and were no good for you.

“Those little friends of yours could never make you feel as good as I do, baby. They’re no good for you. They just want us to be apart. They’re jealous. They want you to leave me, but you don’t want that, right princess?”

“N-No daddy!”

“That’s right princess. You definitely don’t wanna leave me. Because no would could take care of you like I do, right? No one could. Nobody but me,” he would say as he pounded into you and whispered in your ear.

Eventually, Katsuki became your whole life. You would work one day a week so that you had more time for Katsuki. You would wake up next to him and cuddle with him until he had to leave for work. You would clean the house and cook for him, and you would wait for him to come home during the late hours of the night so you could smother him with love. Often times, you guys would fuck. Matter of fact, the day you first moved in, you Christened every place and piece of furniture in his house. It was the same routine that you learned to love. Wake up, cuddle, clean, cook, love, fuck.

Being Katsuki’s precious dumb baby girl, he couldn’t let his baby bear see all the damage he does as a hero. Oh no, that would scare you way too much. Your precious little self wouldn’t be able to handle it. He would tell you he was a pro hero, the number 2 hero, saving lives, and he was satisfied every time he saw the sparkle in your eyes as you looked at your hero boyfriend with a proud look. He never told you about the dark side of hero work though. The bloodshed, the kills, the deaths. Horrid things your sweet baby mind wouldn’t be able to take. He would keep his princess oblivious to the terrible things he has to do as a hero and you being his dumb little bear listened when he said you wouldn’t be able to find any videos of him. Why bother to check if he was right? Your Katsuki would never lie to you. He would never do wrong by you. All and all, Katsuki can’t risk her getting scared and leaving.

That was until....

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Ding!

You were busy finishing up dinner when your phone went off. You looked down to the screen to see a random number had sent you a video. From the preview of the video on the banner, you took notice of that easily recognizable tuff of spiky blonde hair. You grew excited at the small sight of your boyfriend and swooned before you watched the video.

After you pressed play, your smile remained as you watched your boyfriend. However, as the video went on, your smile slowly dropped and became replaced with an open mouth. Your eyes became filled with fear as you watched your “sweet” boyfriend ruthlessly murder a man in an alleyway. You listened to his crazy laugh and felt your heart skip a few beats. Your mouth became dry and your palms grew sweaty as the video continued to install fear in you. Finally, your boyfriend threw the dead body into a pile of trash cans before you saw him look to the camera with those eyes. Those ruby gems that you used to love turned into blood drops as he gave the camera a scary glare. He barked at the man behind the camera before aiming a blast his way. The blast came at the camera and made you jump as it felt like the attack was going to hit you. You flinched and dropped your phone as the video finished and your breath grew heavy as you began to sweat and look around.

You immediately ran to your shared bedroom and pulled out your laptop. Katsuki always said you would never find anything about Dynamight online, but all you had to do was type in his name to find multiple videos of his deathly battles. You watched countless recordings of him mercilessly killing people left and right with his quirk and bare hands. Your body began to shake as your pupils dilated with fear. After a terribly gruesome fight video, you threw your device aside in fear and ran into the living room. You settled the slightest bit before growing nervous once more. All around the house were pictures of you and Katsuki. He was everywhere in the house. And those dangerously red eyes followed you everywhere. You began to hyperventilate until the sound of jingling keys invaded your ears.

You looked at the door in fear and after a few seconds, the main man walked in. Katsuki Bakugou. He seemed exhausted but once he took sight of you, he visibly became at ease.

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Bakugou walked into the door, pissed off and tired as fuck. Luckily, that all changed when he noticed his precious Teddy Bear in the living room. He assumed you came to greet him again like you always did and he smiled at that.

“K-Katsuki! Hi..” you nervously said but Bakugou was too intoxicated with you to even notice. He walked to you with a smile and wrapped his arms around your waist before peppering your face in sweet kisses. You flinched due to his touch but Bakugou just assumed it was because of his stronger caramel scent. He did use his quirk a lot today after all.

“Hi baby,” he said. He didn’t stop his kisses as he spoke in between them. “Had such a bad day this mornin’.....was so upset......missed you a lot baby...did you miss me?”

“Mm..y-yes.” You once again said in fear. You definitely missed him throughout the day, but now with this new information, you wanted nothing more than to get away from him. Bakugou moved his kisses to your lips and placed a long, loving one on you. He had his eyes shut and so did you, but his were shut in content and yours were scrunched in fear. The entire time, you could feel your rapid heart rate pulse all throughout your body.

Bakugou started a heavy make out session with you as his hands traveled to the swell of your ass and gave it a grip and smack. He spoke to you throughout the kiss and kept his lips hovering when he spoke before diving right back into it. “Not my best day today......but you can make it better, right baby.....you wanna help Daddy feel better?”

“Mm!” You didn’t say yes but you couldn’t say no either. You didn’t know how to. Not when it came to Katsuki. At the cute little sound, Bakugou picked you up and placed you down on the couch, too eager to dive into you right away.

He placed you on the wide couch and began grabbing at your body. Your tiny waist, your curvy hips, your pretty titties. That was when he finally felt you tense up. A few nervous thoughts infiltrated his mind. Did you not want this? You never said no to him though. What was going on? He pushed those thoughts away as he continued. Maybe you were just extra sensitive today. Things were starting to change when he moved his hand down into your panties and you tried to squirm away from him.

“Baby?” He asked you as he separated from your lips and gave you a confused puppy look. He finally took notice of your nervousness and looked at you with worry. “You okay, princess?”

“Umm, yeah! I’m-..I’m okay it’s just, you don’t wanna take a shower before we do anything?” You asked as an excuse. Bakugou chuckled and a few of his nerves began to settle.

“C’mon princess, I know I just got off of work but it’s always just smoke and caramel with me. Besides you love it, I know you do.” He said and smirked as he began to lick at your neck. You nervously laugh and pushed on his chest to back him up.

“Aha, yeah, but don’t you wanna be a little more comfortable?” You asked again.

“I’m already comfortable right here. If anything, I’d be really comfortable if we were both bare already.” He said against your neck again. You pushed him off again and placed a soft hand on his cheek while giving him the sweetest smile as you spoke.

“Please love, for me?” You asked. You watched as Bakugou gave an exasperated sigh with a smile and roll of his eyes before leaning down and giving you a sweet peck.

“For you.” He said before pecking your cheek. “Everything for you, baby.” He said and finally got up to go wash up.

Once he was out of sight you released a relieved sigh. With him gone, you felt yourself began to shake again as you crowded into a corner on the couch and held yourself. You covered your mouth as you began to silently cry and sob. That-..that killer was so close to you. He was pressed against you. His once loving and comforting presence now became dangerous and scary. You didn’t know if you could take it.

—

As Katsuki walked up the stairs to the master bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel the nerves begin to bubble back up again. Why were you acting so...disobedient? It kind of irritated the blonde but he settled nonetheless. Maybe you were just having an off day. Bakugou walked right into the room and went straight for the shower after tossing his phone on the bed. The sooner he washed up, the sooner he could get to ravish you. He was quickly in and out of the shower and once he went back into the room, he threw on a pair of Gray sweats. Before leaving, Bakugou went to grab his phone but noticed your laptop opened. He looked to the screen in curiosity and felt his heart drop to his stomach once he saw what he did.

‘PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT’S MOST LETHAL ATTACKS’ was the video you were watching. Bakugou took notice of the setting and remembered that battle. The battle where he grabbed a villain by their neck and blasted off into the sky before using an explosion to hurl them down to the ground again, killing them in the end.

Why the hell were you watching this? How the hell did you find this?! Why did you even think of looking for this video?! Bakugou felt his heart rate increase as his breath became huffs of frustration. His eyes grew fierce as he grabbed the laptop and ran downstairs. Once he walked in, he saw you cornered in the couch, hugging your knees with your head down. “Y/N!”

You immediately looked up when your boyfriend called your name. He finally saw your teary eyes and feared face when you looked to him. Then it finally clicked. This is why you were acting so off. You found him. You found the other side of him. The Katsuki you knew was sweet, teasing, loving, and a romantic. The Katsuki he hid from you was ruthless, violent, feral, and borderline insane. And you were acting off because you finally found out.

“Mind telling me what the fuck this is?!” He shouted. Now this wouldn’t be the first time Katsuki’s yelled at you. While he was in the process of breaking you down, he had to yell to let you know who was in charge. It’s not like he was heartless though, he hated it every time you forced his hand and made him yell at you. He felt so guilty and made sure to cater to your every need after he would freak out on you. Thankfully, you were a quick learner and it’s been years since you’ve gotten reprimanded by him.

You stood to your feet to try and defend yourself and get a grip. “K-Katsuki! I-..I swear it’s nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!”

“You’re gonna fucking lie to me now, Y/N?! Why the hell did you go and look for this video?” He fiercely asked. You remained silent as you were terrified and just trembled at you chewed at your lip. “ANSWER ME!”

“I-...Someone-..Somebody sent me a video...of you...and what you did tonight.” You hesitantly said. Bakugou slammed to your laptop shut and threw it to a wall, destroying it in the process.

“Show me the video.” He demanded. You were still shaking as you looked to him in fear and shock at what he just did. “NOW!”

You scrambled to get your phone and give it to Katsuki. He watched the video with a numb expression but his grip on the phone gave away all his emotions of anger and fury. Once the video was done, he looked at you with an insane smirk. You stared at him in fear as you watched his every move and right then and there he crushed your phone in his hand.

“K-Katsuki!” You shouted as you looked to your now destroyed devices. He dusted off his hands and walked to you. You tensed up at his approach and when he raised a hand to cup your cheek gently, he felt the way you shook in extreme terror.

“It’s okay, baby. You can tell me whatever you’re thinking right now. I won’t get mad.” He softly said with a smile. He was so close to you now. His hand was caressing your face oh so sweetly that it made you believe him the slightest bit. You don’t know if it was love or fear that caused you to tell him but you did.

“I-..I’m..I’m scared of you Katsuki.” You said with tears in your eyes. Katsuki just continued to softly stroke your face with his gentle smile as he nodded his head and encouraged you to go on. “You didn’t tell me..about anything of that. You told me you saved people..but you were..killing them.”

“It’s how I have to save people baby. People who become too dangerous need to be put down. It’s my job baby, you understand, don’t you?” He asked with his gentle tone. You shook your head as he still held it softly.

“No..I- I don’t.” You looked at Katsuki with hurt eyes and you took a small breath before you boldy said the next words. “I-..I think we should take a break.”

At that, Katsuki tensed up again. His eyes went wide for a second and his smile dropped before he shook his head and the kind eyes and warm smile returned. He stared at you for what felt like forever before his sweet face turned into a scary look and his hand quickly wrapped around your neck to put you into a small choke hold. Bakugou flipped you onto the couch and pinned you there. You began to scream and squirm but he covered your mouth and held you down with his legs to keep you steady.

“Careful Teddy Bear,” he said with a maniacal look, “shout and scream too much and you might just lose your breath,” he said and tightened his hold the slightest bit. “And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

You began to silently sob as his hand covered your mouth and you stopped moving under his hold. You nodded your head as tears began to spill down your face. Katsuki pouted at you before leaning down to lick away a tear. “Awe, don’t cry baby. There’s nothing to be scared off.”

At his words, your eyes grew angry and you bit his hand to remove it. He shouted at the bite and removed his hand as he looked down at you in anger. “You! That’s what I’m scared of Katsuki!” You said with anger and sadness.

Bakugou didn’t take too kindly to that and clenched his fist before he smacked your face. Your head turned to the side at the hard slap as you gasped at the contact. Bakugou grabbed your face with his large hand and made you face him.

“Dirty fucking bitch. You fucking love getting smacked by me don’t you?” He said with a crazed look. “Listen to me very carefully Y/N. I’ve loved you since I first laid my fucking eyes on you. So you’re not allowed to leave me. Understand?” He asked. You began to squirm again and he smacked you again to get you to stop. “ENOUGH OF THAT! You’re not leaving me Y/N. If you run, I’ll find you again the same way I did in the beginning. If you hit me, I’ll have to punish you. You remember all your punishments, don’t you? So stop fighting it. You love me and I love you. We’re not splitting up.”

You narrowed your eyes at Bakugou before spitting on his face. His eyes grew feral as his hold returned to your neck to give it a squeeze. You could still breath..but barely. “Answer me this baby. Answer wrong though and I’ll do what has to be done. Do you want to leave me?”

You looked at his eyes to find any hints of danger. Sadly, everything about this whole situation screamed danger. You still had love for Katsuki, you knew you did, but this was a whole different level. You didn’t know who this was. “.....Yes.”

“Wrong answer.”

With that, Bakugou began to rip your clothes off along with his own. You watched in fear as he did everything. The entire time, he had this excited grin on his face with insane eyes.

“K-Katsuki! What are yo-“ before you could finish, Bakugou had taken your panties and used them as a gag for you. He shoved them in your mouth and you made muffled sounds. You were both now completely bare on the couch, just like he wanted when he first came home.

“Relax baby,” he said before kissing your cheek softly as he pulled you to him. “I’m gonna make you feel so good..I’m gonna do something so nice that you’ll never want to leave.”

You shook your head with tears in your eyes. You tried push him away but he pulled your hands down. “Stop that. I’m not a heartless monster baby. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head in the couch. Both your tiny hands were able to be held by his one giant palm as his other hand traveled to your lower region and began rubbing soft circles on your clit. You arched your back at the pleasant feeling. As much as you didn’t want this, as much as you wanted to run away and leave, your body couldn’t deny the pleasure he gave you. He knew you inside and out. He was able to break you from a single touch.

“Feel good?” He asked with a smirk. You shook your head in disagreement. His smirk fell into a determined frown. He knew you didn’t want this now but he would make sure you would soon enough. His movements picked up speed and your legs began to shake. Katsuki finally shoved two fingers in, causing you to shriek with the muffled sound.

His pumps gave no hesitation with their speed as they went in hard and fast. You were practically screaming behind the panties once he gave in another 2 fingers. His thumb played with your clit as he continued to whisper dirty things into your ear.

“My little slut really thought she could leave me? Huh? Cant you hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making. Your mouth may say you don’t want me but your mind and body says otherwise.” With that he slipped in his thumb and you’ve never felt so full. You had his entire fist pumping in and out of you as your felt your legs growing weak. “Fuck baby, look at you. Taking my fist so well. Feel good? Feel full? Hm?”

This time, you moaned in agreement. You couldn’t help it. This was going to be your last time with Katsuki, might as well make it last. However, that was never Bakugou’s plan, no. He loves you too much to let you go. You aren’t leaving him and he’s making sure of it.

As he continued, he felt you tighten around his fist. He smiled once again and sped up his movements. “C’mon baby, let me hear you.” He leaned down and pulled the panties out of your mouth with his teeth. He tossed them aside and allowed you to voice your thoughts.

“F-Fuck Katsuki! M-More! Please!” You begged. He only looked down at you with wide eyes and a grin.

“More? What more could I give you baby?” He said, leaving down to you. “Tell me what you want Y/N.”

“I-...I-“

“You- you- you what teddy bear? Tell me. Do you want..me to stop?” He teased.

“N-No!” You cried out.

“Do you want me to slow down?” He asked.

“No!”

“Then? What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Mm! I- I want you to fuck me Katsuki! Please! Fuck me with your cock!” You cried out and Bakugou’s fist came to a stop.

“Good girl.” He then pulled out his fist and quickly replaced it with his dick. You both cried out in euphoria. He wasted no time in ramming into you, using a quick speed. He held onto your hips as you velvet walls swallowed him in. “S-Shit baby! Fuck, after all that you’re still so- fuck! So fucking tight.”

His fingertips had a grip on your hips that was sure to leave bruises. The way he was pounding into you caused your breast to bounce and dance right in front of him. Not that it wasn’t anything Katsuki hasn’t seen before, but it’s the fact that he loves the scene so much. He licked his lips at the sight of your voluptuous mounds before taking one into his mouth. The feeling of his teeth sinking in had you gasping and your hands found way into his hair, pulling him in closer.

“K-Katsuki!” You cried out. He smirked at the sound and released you from his mouth.

“You don’t even know how good you look. How good you will look when I knock you up and fill you with my kids.” He said against your bare skin. This made your eyes pop as you looked at him in fear.

“W-what?! No! Katsuki! Please, I don’t want thi-“

“Shut the fuck up!” He screamed over you. He placed his hand around your neck as his cock completely took over you. “Yes you do! Don’t you remember baby? You always talked about starting a family with me. Now you can have it!”

“K-Katsuki..please! Please stop, this is rape!” You urgently whimpered. Bakugou merely ignored your cry as he continued his motions.

“I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP! It’s not rape if you enjoy it baby.” He said in response. He continued to touch you in the dirtiest of ways, bringing quiet moans out of you no matter how hard you tried to fight it.

“No! I don’t want it anymore! I don’t want you Katsuki!” You cried. Tears now flowed down your face in fear. You’ve always wanted a family with him. But that was before you knew how he truly was. Your words only angered Katsuki and so he punished you with a harsh smack to the face. Your head turned to the side as you gasped at the stinging feeling that almost felt like pleasure in a way.

“I’m gonna give you brat, and you’re gonna stay. You’re gonna stay with me and we’re gonna be a happy family! Because I love you and I know you love me.” He said. Your legs were growing weak as his relentless thrusts never stopped.

“P-Please. Please, I’ll stay. But I don’t want this. Not now.” You whimpered. At your soft voice, Bakugou slowed down the pace but his hard thrusts continued.

“Sorry baby, but I want this. I’ve spoiled you for too long. I give you everything under the sun and you reward me by trying to leave. Especially over such a small instance? I don’t think so. The least you could do for me is give me the family I want with you. Don’t you agree?” He sweetly said with malice intent.

You only continued your whimpers as you allowed him to do as he pleased. You weren’t getting out of this. Katsuki gets whatever Katsuki wants. If he wanted to fuck his child into you, he was going to do so, one way or another. Katsuki allowed his moans to fill the room as the once sweet sound of skin slapping grew louder and louder, coming faster and faster. Eventually, you reached your release and even squirted all over Katsuki’s chest. He very much enjoyed that and it brought him closer to his climax. He kept to his word and filled you up to the brim. You both threw your head backs and cried out in ecstasy.

Once he was done, Katsuki remained inside of you as he laid on top of you. He peppered your face in kisses as you continued to make soft sounds. You both remained on the couch for some time before he pulled out and walked to the kitchen to get a rag and clean you and himself up. Once done, he picked you up and brought you to the bedroom where he placed you down under the sheets and joined you. He cuddled with you in bed feeling happy and joyous while your head was stuck in thought.

‘If his plan worked, I’ll be a mother soon. There’ll be a baby growing inside of me.’ You silently thought. Bakugou snapped you out of your thoughts with a kiss on your lips before he began speaking.

“..I know what you saw on the footage was scary, but that’s not the only part of me. I’ve shown you every other me. The me that loves you and wants to be with you forever, Y/N.” He said and picked up your hand to give your knuckles a kiss.

“....I understand that your job isn’t the purest. I understand that sometimes, a life will be lost. But the video that was sent to me, showed you killing a petty robber. You took it too far.” You argued quietly.

“Tch. Whatever. He deserved it anyway-“

“And it’s not only that, but you’re the reason why I have no friends, no job, no money, no family, no nothing. In the beginning, it was amazing because I thought I knew you. But now, I’m just scared of you Katsuki and I have no one else to go to.” You began to get choked up. This was the man you loved but you felt like you didn’t know him anymore. Right now, in your eyes, he was a killer. A scary monster.

“If you left me, who would you go to baby? You’re absolutely right. You have no friends. No job. No home. You have nobody but me. You need me. Say it.” He demanded. You remained quiet to rebel against his wishes until he took hold of your face and squeezed it tight. To stop the pain, you forced the words out.

“I-...I need you!” With that, he released his hold on you and his hand rested on your cheek. He stared into your eyes and you looked at him with the sad and confused look you had on ever since he came home.

“I love you Y/N. Do you still love me?” He asked.

“......I do.” You said. A smile grew on his face.

“Then we can make this work,” he said and pulled you into his chest, holding you tight. You whimpered into his chest but nonetheless held onto him tight as well. You did love him. You knew you did. But you didn’t love who he truly was. Or at least, what part of him was. A killer. A murderer.

He was right though. You had nowhere else to go. Katsuki really was your everything. And so, you were going to allow this relationship to go on. His child will come from you and you will start a family with him. Whether you want it to happen or not. As long as he wants it, it’ll happen.

Whatever Katsuki wants.

A/N: THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED AND HORRIBLE! IM SORRY!

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04

[spinningintheshadows]

Song Prompts for JJ Blurb Night

Originally posted on my old blog, INDYHIO. So, I did not steal these lol. 

Please send a number for JJ Blurb Night! If you want to include a little bit of plot, be my guest!

(also @wanderingpogue asked to be tagged in this post so here you go!)

P l e a s e

(These are all from my playlist on Spotify sorry)

1. “Drive this car through the drive thru please”

2. “Dirty laundry looks good on you”

3. “Where’s the dotted line at?”

4. “Are there windows in heaven?”

5. “Bought you a twelve pack, promised you sushi”

6. “I want to take you to a gay bar”

7. “I’m in love with the girl I hate”

8. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt butterflies”

9. “One day you’ll know who you want to be”

10. “You ain’t nothing but a prick”

11. “You’re not in love with me”

12. “I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day”

13. “On second thought, forget it, that one turns out kind of cool”

14. “Honey, I’ve got real bad news”

15. “I heard that rock is dead and cellphones give you cancer”

16. “It will be worth it, everything you went through”

17. “They’ve never drove through Indiana”

18. “You’re my song, my sweet home Alabama”

19. “You’ve got so many options, every fish in the sea wants to kiss you”

20. “Relationships, I don’t know why, they never work out and they make you cry but the guy who says goodbye to you is out of his mind”

21. “My family is dysfunctional but we have a good time killing each other”

22. “I fell in love in the back of a cop car”

23. “You don’t have to worry”

24. “I’m still having nightmares”

25. “I flashback to the night in your parents yard when we drank too much and we talked about God”

26. “We’re gonna make it if takes all night”

27. “She’s my kind of crazy”

28. “Who says you can’t go home?”

29. “Fist fights turn into sex, I wonder what comes next?”

30. “If I were a boomerang, I’d turn around and come back to you”

31. “It’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry”

32. “Remember when you broke your foot jumping out the second floor?”

33. “There’s room for two, six feet under the stars”

34. “Oh god, I did the wrong thing to the right girl”

35. “When it comes to condoms, put two on”

36. “I won’t give up on us”

37. “I’m a bit too pop for punk kids, but I’m too punk for the pop kids”

38. “We don’t have trouble sleeping”

39. “Daddy’s little girl knows how to party”

40. “A days worth of bitching goes down the drain when you lay in my bed and pick my brain.

41. “Wrong name, my mistake”

42. “Being us feels good to us”

43. “It’s not high school, man, you graduated six years ago”

44. “A few drinks in, here I go missing you again”

45. “There’s something about the way our bedsheets turn religion upside down”

46. “And I’ve made mistakes, but you were not one”

47. “I swear to god, I never fall in love”

48. “I miss the way you breathe, the way you twitch in your sleep. Your smile, your straight teeth and the scars along on your cheeks”

49. “When you talk, its in cursive to me. And it’s nicer than anything I’d ever believe about me”

50. “I don’t mind if you fuck up my life”

51. “Make a man feel rich on minimum wage”

52. “You broke my heart and all I got was this t shirt”

53. “You ask “When did I first know?” I always knew”

54. “You’re kind of hipster, I grew up on punk rock”

55. “Made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter”

[high-and-away]

FFXIVWrite 2021, Prompt #22: Fluster

"What did you say his name was?" "Antonio," says the rancher, with far more patience than Victoria expected from someone currently compelled to deal with the unexpected inconvenience of her presence. "Belonged to some snotty little prick of a Garlean officer. Sold him for a first-class airship ticket back home because he didn't want to go with the common rabble. Kept moaning on about his cousins and some restaurant and plebeians. You know the type." Victoria nods, trying not to fiddle with the reins; she does indeed know the type. Unmuddied boots, tea breaks, personal valets, From A Good Family. Pricks indeed. Beneath her, Antonio shifts slightly, bonks his enormous black muzzle against the rancher's trouser pockets, and whuffles loudly around in search of unguarded morsels. Victoria isn't sure she's ever seen a bored warhorse before, but this one seems to fit the bill. He'd made the hair on the back of her neck go up at first. For a heartbeat, she'd thought the forest would spring up around him, and a rider blow into being like smoke. But that was another horse, in another time, at another place, and she's being incredibly fucking silly. Maybe Wyda's right when she rambles on about shell shock and lasting psychological scars and I just think it'd help if you talked to someone, Vicky. No. Absolutely not. Probably not. Maybe not. Definitely not. Never. She has enough scars on the outside, thank you. Whatever. Baggage is baggage and she's not playing porter today. Back to the conversation she's supposed to be having. "--enough, especially for a stallion--" "Sorry?" It's not the first apology she's made today, and it will almost certainly not be the last. "Just meant he's been well-behaved. You ready, then?" Ah. Right. She's got a destrier to test-ride. "Ah, yeah. Sorry, it's been a bit of a long day. I'm a bit, uh. Out of it." Her weak, apologetic smile doesn't feel convincing, and she doesn't need a mirror to know that it probably doesn't look convincing, either. The rancher simply shrugs and steps out of the way; either having several thousand gil on the line has him on his best behavior, or he really, truly does not give a shit. Right. Horse. Hands on the reins, feet in the stirrups, arse in the saddle, heels in his sides and oh fuck too much heel he's off like a shot. Fuck. This is not a pony and she is not ten years old and being led around by an instructor. This is a warhorse and she's about to break her bloody neck in front of this bloody rancher she's just thundered past-- And then there's Max, leaning on the fence with both arms dangling, a ruefully fond look in her eyes, and an enormous shit-eating grin. Her posture says I delight in your misery but her face says I should’ve known you’d pull something like this, asshole. Against her better judgment, Victoria goes home with both her friend and the horse in tow.

[sendhelpiloveyeonjun]

payback - bang chan

this was a request from the list of prompts and it was really fun to make these all fit together. i realized while i was writing it that i haven’t written anything with actual sex in forever so sorry if it’s not like nasty nasty and up to your standards </3

 bang chan x female reader

genre: smut? friendship? idk lol

word count: 1056

 i can’t believe i convinced this 22-year-old man to beg on his knees for me. it was a joke, but bang chan took me seriously and i’ve never been more uncomfortable—but also sort of…aroused?

“bang chan”, i smacked his arm, tugging on it in attempt to get him off of the floor, “you look so ridiculous! get up!” i could see the smirk on his face even though his head was facing the ground, he was enjoying this.

“please let me fuck you, y/n”, he looked up at me, a full pout going on, “i need to fuck you right now!”

i looked around, waving my hands at everyone who had gathered to watch, “he’s just kidding! this is all a joke!” he grabbed my hands and i glared down at him, “come on, y/n. i promise i’ll even last longer than 15 seconds this time!”

girls started to giggle and i could hear the whispers getting louder. this is so embarrassing i could die. i snatched my hands away from his, crossing my arms over my chest. tears welled up in my eyes as he stood, smirking down at me, “you’re so fucking pathetic, it’s almost funny”.

i gasped and smacked his chest, “this isn’t funny at all! you’re embarrassing me! worst friend i’ve ever had”. i tried to walk away, but he pulled me back, “aw, lighten up! it’s a joke, no one really cares”. i rolled my eyes and scoffed, “every single person in this stupid mall saw you begging to fuck me on the floor! they’re going to post this online and then everyone will be talking about us!”

“but there is no us”, he muttered, shrugging it off, “if you’re really worried about what they’ll say, then let’s give them something to talk about”. his arms slid around my waist and i gasped as our lips touched. is he kissing me?!

i pushed him off but he was quick to pull me back again, his lips moving against mine this time. damn… as soon as i started kissing back, he abruptly stopped, winking at me and walking off toward the entrance we came in. WHAT?!

“bang chan!” i chased after him, ignoring all of the people talking about us. i can’t believe he’s so calm about having a freaking audience.

“hey!” i finally caught up, pulling on his arm, but he didn’t stop walking. “where are you going, chan?”

“hurry up”, he took my hand and dragged me all the way to the car, ignoring how hard i was trying to pull in the opposite direction. he’s a little too big for me to win this one. he got in the car, still ignoring me, so i got in and threw my hands up, “what’s the problem?!”

he sighed and locked the door, looking at me with a weird look in his eyes. is he… “your lips are so pretty”, his gaze shifted down to my mouth and i felt my cheeks heating up, “i just can’t wait to see how they’ll look wrapped around my cock”.

my breath caught in my throat, my eyes darting away from his as he looked up. “you…you want to see that?” he turned my face toward his and i almost forgot where we were. he’s so cute.

“haven’t you ever thought about it? thought about sleeping together?” i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t. bang chan is ridiculously hot and that Australian accent would make any girl melt. but here? in his car that’s parked in front of the mall?

i nodded, realizing i hadn’t answered him, and he took that as a cue to kiss me again. i took a deep breath and reached over to his pants, unhooking his belt to his surprise. “are you sure?” i rolled my eyes, “shut up, chan”.

he was bigger than i expected—no scratch that. he’s as big as i expected. too big. i haven’t done this many times before and i never thought i’d do it to my best friend of 6 years.

here we fucking go.

he leaned his seat back and i got comfortable, stretched across the entire front half of the car. i thought maybe he’d take pity on me, but as i stared as his dick, rubbing it to try and stall, he groaned, “are you just going to stare or are you going to suck me off?”

i held back from spewing insults at him and licked my lips, taking as much as i could to see how much my jaw was going to hurt at the end. ow. fml.

i moved my hand as far up as possible, keeping my focus on the tip. his fingers ran through my hair, pulling gently before he was pushing me down, “don’t be a baby, take more”. i bobbed my head quickly, taking him deeper, but still using my hand to prevent him from choking me.

tears pricked at my eyes as he rammed the back of my throat, his hips pushing up to meet each of my downward movements. “fuck, your mouth feels incredible”, he held my head still, fucking up into my mouth carelessly, “i know what all the hype was about”. my eyes widened before i glared at nothing, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard to end this quickly. what the hell does he mean ‘hype’?

his groans filled the car and i could feel it getting warmer and wetter—not just the air. “can i cum in your mouth?” i gripped tighter with both hands down, sucking hard and moving quickly as his thighs tensed up. “shit!”

i closed my eyes as his cum spilled out over my tongue. this never tastes good, but i’ve certainly had worse. i sat up and wiped my mouth, swallowing and crossing my arms. “what the hell do you mean hype?”

he was panting, head tilted back as he turned to look at me, “i was joking, stupid”, he half-laughed, closing his eyes, “but it sure made you work even harder”.

i smacked his arm and sat forward, staring at nothing in particular, “you owe me now”. “owe you? owe you what exactly?” i shrugged and smirked to myself, “i suck your dick, you…” i looked at him and he lifted a brow.

“don’t have to ask me twice.”

[tavern-aa]

Are You Serious: Tetsurou Kuroo

A/N: Hey there Teddy here! This is my first post on the blog and I'm excited to write for the rooster man. I hope you enjoy and I'd love of possible to get some feedback. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

Rating: T for swearing and mentions of sex, but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.4k

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Funny Prompt 22: “I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

Taking a business course as an elective was not something you thought you would do at the beginning of the semester as a liberal arts major. Yet here you were, sitting in one of the drafty old buildings on the west side of campus silently cursing your advisor for talking you into this. It was fine for all of six minutes until you found there was a fundamental problem with your class.

Your seatmate was a fucking asshole.

The guy was fine when he first walked in. You had just sat down and got situated in your seat when your attention was caught by the opening of the classroom door. He was tall and had a unruly head of black hair. His eyes seemed to be naturally dazed which seemed to fit with his overall disheveled sexy aesthetic. General consensus: 10/10 would smash.

Your chances of hopefully getting a taste of that sexy mess rises when he started making his way towards the empty seat to your right. You turned your head in hopes he wouldn't notice you checking him out. You thought you had lucked out when took the seat and slouched forward to rest his head on his arm. His eyes trailed the room lazily before stopping on you. You felt yourself unconsciously straighten your back under his sharp hazel eyes. He kept his gaze trained on you for a moment longer before speaking.

"Hey, you mind telling me which class this."

The request confused you, "um, this is practical business with Professor Honda. Why do you ask?" 

He hummed for a moment, "no real reason I just wanted to make sure you were in the right class." 

You furrowed your brow cautiously. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" 

The mystery guy only shrugged as a condescending look overtook his face, "nothing really, you just don't look like someone who would be taking a class like this."

Suddenly this guy became less of a hunk...

Your face took on a harsh scowl at his words. What the hell did he mean by that?

 "A class like this?" You prompted, making sure he could hear the edge in your voice.

 "You know" he started, "a class that requires practical thinking rather than just relying on feelings." 

He looked you up and down seeming to be taking you in, "you're an art student right?" 

“Yeah so what?”

“Well it’s no secret that you artist aren’t the most logical bunch, so I think it’s pretty safe to assume you all don’t take classes with higher critical thinking.” 

The jerk then had the audacity to flutter his eyelashes in a faux innocent manner, “aren’t you going to ask how I knew you were an art major?” 

You honestly didn’t care at this point you just wanted to punch the guy. 

“Not really,” you started. “But you seem like the kind of prick who would tell me anyway.”

The prick’s grin stretched further, honestly making him look like an attractive Grinch. 

“Well at least I know you catch on quick. Your look is what gave you away, that whole alternative artsy look is pretty standard for your type.”

You were pretty sure your eye was starting to twitch at this point. Who did this guy think he is? You sighed a bit as you watched your professor walk into the class and began to set up. Not wanting him to have the last word, you leaned your body closer to him and lowered your voice so as not to draw attention.

 “I know I’m just an emotional art student, but I can positively infer that I’m going to kick your ass if you keep talking shit.” 

You straightened up as Professor Honda started to the lecture, making sure to school your face so as not to react to the jerk’s shocked expression.

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Things only seemed to spiral from then on. You found out that first day that you obnoxious seatmate’s name was Kuroo and he was a business major in the same year as you. You also learned he was just as petty as he was blunt, seeing as how he continued to sit next to you in class and went out of his way to goad you. Whether it be asking about your latest project in a condescending way or commenting on how your outfit that day fit your “aesthetic” as he put it. 

Your rivalry didn’t only reside in your conversation but it also started stretching into your academics. You two were well known in class for trying to out do each other during discussions and tests. Your professor didn’t seem to mind, rather they found the whole situation amusing. So amusing in fact they decided they wanted to up the ante on the class drama. By deciding to pair you two for your end of the semester project. You know, because that’s always fun.

The project itself was actually interesting, you and your partner had to make a presentation on a specific scenario. What would you bring on a deserted island, so as to thrive rather than survive. So instead of the usual practical items like water or a weapon you and your partner had free range to create a scenario where your items help you thrive in a business sense. 

You were excited about the whole thing, if only it didn’t imply that you would have to see Kuroo outside of this class. The two of you had decided to work at your place because despite how much you didn’t want him in your place you knew you didn’t want to be seen with him around campus. So the Saturday after the project was assigned found you and Kuroo hunkered in your apartment begrudgingly working.

“So...”

You looked up from your paper to look at Kuroo who was seated across from you on your living room floor.

 “So what?” 

Kuroo lifted one of his eyebrows, “so, what are you going to bring to your island?” 

“What are you going to bring to yours?” 

The dark haired man sighed at your usual defensiveness.

 “Well if you must know I would bring a box of condoms.”

“Excuse me?”

Kuroo smirked at you, “you heard me.” 

You glared back at him, “why the hell would you bring a box of condoms to a deserted island?” 

Kuroo began to twirl his unused pen in his hand, “because the next thing I would bring with me is you” he all but purred.

You flinched back in shock but became irritated at the familiar feeling of heat under your skin.

“What are you getting at?” 

“I’m not trying to get at anything, I would have thought that my intentions were clear.”

You scrunched your face up at his cocky tone, “no your intentions were clear in I’m just trying to find out your angle.”

 Kuroo leaned his body closer towards you.

 “You don’t need to worry your little head about my angle just so as long as I can see you in a few...” he trailed off, racking his gaze up and down your body.

“Is this really your convoluted way of propositioning me?”

“Yep”

You were silent for a moment taking the time to observe Kuroo. He looked his usual messy but attractive self, but his eyes held a certain vulnerability you don’t remember ever seeing. 

“Are you serious?”

You watched closely as Kuroo lightly scratched the back of his neck.

 “Well, I am hoping for a bit more romance involved but yeah.” He took one of his large calloused hands in yours, “I’m asking you out baby, so what do you say?”

Now for the record you usually regarded yourself as a normally logical person. You were smart and you were clever, but looking at Kuroo in that moment brought back all the feelings you constantly shoved down. And that damn pet name, it wasn’t even original but it still left your heart racing and your palms sweaty. 

“I’d say, I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island” you said. “But I guess I can see past your weird fantasies for now, sure I’ll go out with you.” 

Kuroo’s face broke out into a soft smile but before he could say anything you spoke again.

“But if you talk shit about my major ever again, I WILL kick your ass.”

[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

Chapter One.

OC x Lee Bodecker

Warnings: None for now. Just some cursing.

Plot : The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we? 

MINORS DNI !!!!! Eventually this story will get 18+. I dont feel like getting in trouble because of you. Thanks a bunch. 

Evan Rachel Wood ( Across the Universe 2007) 

( personally in my head this is what she would look like but you can interpret her anyway you want!)

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My name is Margaret Lane, well Maggy. 22. Born May 2nd 1947.

The resident bad girl, don't worry, I gave myself that nickname.

I have lived in this tiny, middle of nowhere town my entire life. Same people, same gossip.  There's no escape. No matter how hard I try, something always stops me. I live with my parents and little brother here in Knockemstiff, Ohio. My parents and I have a mutual understanding of “you go to work and come home and then we don't talk”, which is fine with me. My little brother is the only one I can really rely on. He is 17 years old and he is really the only person in my family that I can really talk to. I mean, I have friends but they aren't living in the same house as me. Not yet at least, we are thinking about moving out all together.

High school is where I built my reputation, of course. Used to sneak around with Arvin Russell, which led me to meet Lee Bodecker. Sneaky ass sheriff used to follow my every move, making sure he took every opportunity to bust Arvin and I any chance he got. 

Had nothing better to do than to bust on teenagers who were sneaking out to their parents, what a loser. Along with gaining some parking tickets and speeding tickets along the way, we became acquaintances. Thinking about the future, I was dying to leave this town. Never got the chance to after high school, hopefully I will as soon as i'm done college. 

 I can say whole heartedly that I do NOT enjoy Lee's presence. That man memorized my license plate number. Stops me all the time, for no reason. 

Flashback��

It was a warm saturday evening, about 7pm. I had just got some college work done. Figured it was too nice to just sit inside, right?

 I get up out of my bed and put my school stuff in my bag, walking over to my closet to put on a pretty yellow flowy dress and grab my leather jacket, that'll go nice with the breeze coming in through my window.

I put my hair up in a bun and slip on some keds, something easy ya know? 

I turn off the light in my room and walk into the living room where I see my father asleep on the couch, I walk over to the counter and grab a little piece of paper and write “going out for a drive, be back soon” and put in on the table in front of my father so if he wakes up, he knows where I went. 

I actually have a lot of freedom compared to other girls my age, many girls my age are looking for husbands and/or their parents are trying to set them up with someone. My parents know who I am, I was so against having an actual boyfriend so I just slept around. Obviously, people at church got wind of it but I didn't really care, to me men are there at my disposal. I play the field for my own reasons. 

I grab my keys off the door in the foyer of my little house and head outfront. 

I head down the steps of my house and waltz towards my red little 1964 Ford Mustang. Worked for it all by myself. 

Getting in the car, I pop a cigarette in my mouth and light it up. Keeping the cigarettes in my car was my best bet, my father would kill me if he knew I smoked these things. Turning on the car, I throw in a Led Zeppelin cassette, immediately Whole Lotta Love starts playing. What a good song to drive to. 

I put my windows down and start driving down a long road where I know for a fact no one drives this time of night, partly because they are afraid of the sheriff, Lee Bodecker. 

Lee doesn't scare you, never has. 

Blaring music at high volume was what you  were known for in these parts and you could really care less about the time and how loud you had it. Music is a really important part of your self expression. 

Speeding down the road, cigarette in my mouth screaming the lyrics 

You need cooling

Baby I'm not fooling

I'm gonna send ya

Back to schooling

A-way down inside

A-honey you need it

I'm gonna give you my love

I'm gonna give you my love

 I smile and listen to the lyrics, I feel like such a rebel. People in these parts don't listen to this type of music, devil music they call it. They think it has some deep down evil meaning. I just shake it off, they wouldn't know real music if they tried. 

 I could just leave right now if I wanted to. Drive out of town and start fresh, no one would miss me. Except my brother and friends. They are really the only people keeping me in this dead end town. 

The cool breeze enters your hair and you lose your hair tie. Fuck. 

“ Damn It”  You say as you put the cigarette down and try to look to see where it went. It's nowhere in sight. 

“ I have to pull over to get this thing” you think to youtself. It's the only hair tie you own right now.

you light another cigarette and pull my car over to a slightly darker side of the road. You get out of the car and start searching for my hair band, it had to have fallen behind your seat. 

 Of course, you saw familiar blue and red lights pull up right behind me.

“Fuck me” you mutter as you turn around, shut the car door, kick the dirt under your feet and lean up against the car , patiently waiting for Lee to take his good ol time walking to me.

Lee exits his police cruiser wearing the typical uniform with the typical toothpick in his mouth.

You watch him as he slowly strides over towards you and You roll your eyes at him as he eyes you down, prick.

“Well, well, well, Ms. Lane. Fancy to see you here.” Lee says smirking and laying one hand on your car's trunk. You scoff at him.

“ Hands off the car, Bodecker. Thought you'd know better than to touch what's not yours.” You say looking over at him, taking a drag of your cigarette. Lee scoffs and walks over to you, taking the cigarette out of your mouth and crushing it with his shoe. Your jaw drops and you look over at him in disgust as he chuckles at your reaction to his doing.

“Pretty little ladies like you shouldnt be smokin these, could make ya look ugly” He says. 

You can smell the tobacco smell coming off him, the smell of mints sticking to his breath. He is a little closer to you now, you back up and grab your pack of cigarettes out of the cup holder in your car. Bending over, the sheriff gets a nice view of your backside for a split second.  

“Sheriff, I would like to respectfully say I do not give a fuck what a man thinks about how I look smoking a cigarette, I am not here for a mans enjoyment. Also, one more pet name and I'm telling your wife.” you say as you light another cigarette and the sound of Led Zeppelin is lingering in the background, Lee clicks his tongue and looks over at you.

“Ms.Lane, you have quite the mouth on you. Not very ladylike for a woman your age.” Lee takes his hat off and leans against your car. He lights a cigarette and stands there for a minute. You look at him confused and you roll your eyes. 

“Lee, besides bothering me, do you have a purpose being here right now?” You look at him and say while you take a drag of your cigarette. Lee looks over to you and laughs. 

“Well, I just seen a car parked all by itself on the side of the road and I was on duty anyways but then I saw your license plate and figured I'd see why you, little lady, are out all by yourself at this time of night.” Lee says throwing his cigarette on the dirt ground below him. 

You turn to look at him and finish your cigarette, leaning against the car still.

“ I appreciate your concern, Bodecker. I am just out for a drive and pulled over to find my hair tie, it came out while I was driving. Pulled over to look around for it, don't want my hair in my face while I am driving. Also, not a little lady. I am grown.” You say turning away from Lee and finding your hair tie, you turn to Lee while tying your hair up, smirking you say

“ Goodnight Officer,also don't follow me again, yeah?” You say climbing back into your car and you slowly pull away.

Lee stands there watching as you climb back into your car, the smell of your perfume in the air invades his lungs, dumbfounded, he smirks and laughs to himself. 

“Smart girl” Lee says as he smirks and turns to go back to his cruiser.

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You had noticed sometime down the road that there was a car following you with no lights on, you had just assumed it was some random person but with one certain lick of light you saw the sheriff's face in the mirror of your car mirror. Figuring that out, you went a little faster down the road and then you lost your hair tie, you knew what was coming. 

You look in the car mirror to look at Lee. He's already turned his car around and started driving the other way. You werent dumb, you know from the years of Lee catching you sneaking out and drinking and or having boys in your car as a young girl, he knows your moves. It makes you think he patrols these parts so he can catch you doing something dumb one day just to cuff you up and get some control. He never does. 

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 Two people with reputations in this town. 

 How bad can it get?

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Hi everyone! Welcome to my first fic! Lee Bodecker is quite the character and I have been wanting to write him for a while. Dont forget to leave some opinons so I can know what yall would want to possibly happen! Dont forget to like/reblog! It would mean the world. I am not sure about my posting schedule but itll most likely be once or twice a week! also let me know if youd like to be added to my tags so I can let you know when I post another chapter! 

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