#ASLO I HAVE NOT READ THE STORY

[natsmagi]

I also enjoy that the story once more reaffirms that Mugi thrives when being told what to do, which I think also happens in be-*gets snipered*

there is literally nothing appropriate i can say in response to this information. Happyele are so insistent on cementing this idea of him in our heads

[shotmrmiller]

Purely self indulgent ask cause im tipsy., but how would the 141 deal with a partner that was just tipsy enough to be giggly and sleepy?? I can def see JOhnny matching energy and making them laugh and matching energy, Gazx being also matching energy but aslo giving them water and soft, Price and Ghost i see as a mix of very amused and very "ok lovie, time to go to bed" and tucking them in. Anyway, thank you for writing your fics and drabbles i check your blog every day after work <3 Your underground fighter au! is my absolule fave, but babysitter is also soooo good too. sorry for my typos im sure are making this hard to read lol.

soap has drunk as much as you and isn't nowhere near pissed as but he finds it cute and doesn't police how much you drink but will eventually just hide the bottle like there's no more hen time for bed :)

kyle's watching you have a good time and def indulges you in every little thing. doesn't matter if your cackling at a picture of clifford the big red dog on x, he's chuckling with you. want chinese he knows you won't eat? already on the phone. yes, you can sing him a song. also drink your water.

john's a heavy ass drinker. sips on scotch all day if he can. smokes heavy too. def tells you to slow down and drink some water unless you wanna end up with a hangover tomorrow. he lets you smother his face with drunken kisses in front of everyone. doesn't gaf. if you're happy he's happy.

simon doesn't let you drink certain things. doesn't drink if yall are out in public either. someone's gotta keep you safe. he'll have a pint at most. but when yall come home post date, he breaks out his favorite kentucky and has you sit on your lap. watches the way you talk with your hands while slurring out a story he cannot understand but it's important he hears it so he's not interrupting you. water. tylenol.

edit: stfu not every day after work! i love you! 😭 i'm sorry i've been mia but i got something in the works that started as asshole simon that turned into he's fucking rude but also kinda slick with it so ig i'll let him in my pants and at least reader isn't a complete doormat just sorta kinda otherwise it'd be just kidnapping lmfao like unhand me sir!

[noellefan101]

Your First Date-Genshin pt 3

Characters: Lyney, Freminet, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham x gn reader

Summary: Your first date with them,

Warnings: lyney flirting, tea

Note: omg im finally done, i really liked writing these tho, ye thats all i have to say school literally destroyed my brain, love you

Lyney

he would definitely preform a TON of magic tricks during your first date, both romantic, some are just pretty to look at and then there´s the brother-you're-just-embarrassing-yourself magic tricks

: said ever so kindly by Lynette

wouldn't make your date as public as his shows, since he wants to share the moments and magic tricks with you only

(+ Lynette, Fremi and "father" if she asked him so, but yk, they're only made for you)

after he had given you more rainbow roses than you could ever count to, he set out some homemade goods, like cookies, a cake, cupcakes(whatever you lik)

(in which he definitely didn´t spend a few days learning to make)

overall 10/10 (if you dont ask lynette, she had to leave bc of the amount of secondhand embarrassment(she was there at the start)) and it was enjoyable for u.

Freminet

yes, you would be underwater for your first date, but if you really don´t like it(yet)he can just take you some other time

^^but he would prefer to show take you on your first

[and yes, Lyney and Lynette (+his other siblings at home)did bet on when he would finally confesses and take you on a date]

he would let you wear his diving helmet if you really wanted to, but he would also just wear it if he felt embarrassed, or wanted to tell you a story (most likely abt pers)

he aslo ended up showing you a few of his mechanics(robots?)

and showed you some works in progresses other people haven´t seen, other than him and pers ofc

Wriothesley

he would drink tea with you in his office

^^maybe Sigewinne baked you something too,

but you mainly drank tea and just talked the whole time

(bro likes tea so much, someone pls make him shut up abt it)

well other than showing you and talking about his (absolutely massive) tea collection (and cake/bakery(sry))

if he´ll ever let you talk, ofc he will(its a very unfunny joke), he´ll listen to you for as long as you´d want to talk

you also laughed a little when he told about how melusines and stickers dont work well

and he liked seeing and hearing your laugh, so he might go for a date number two

Neuvillette

he would take you out to a fancy restaurant or he would just sit and talk with you somewhere more private

but maybe include a Melusine passing by here and there, checking on you both or for some work-related reasons (that they then put off, just a little, when seeing you both together)

i imagine that you would try some different types of water with him, by his request, and tried your dam best to find a difference.

but he would also get you any kind of drink, dessert or food you´d like

all in all its pretty easy bonding with him, and he just likes being beside you and spending time with you

Alhaitham

he would take you to a quiet cafe where you could sit in peace, since he doesn´t like loud places and want you two to be alone for the most part

he would pay 100% he doesn't even give you a chance to try and pay for anything (he´s nice when he wants to be)

he definitely brought a book with him to read(+ one for you) and would either let you talk while he reads a "little", or he would just read out loud so you know what kind of books he likes

he´s not good at doing any kind of romantic things, but he did try and do something

that including:

taking you out on the date later in the evening so he later could show you the stars, and point out some constellations

asking your friends (and maybe family) what you like food-wise, so he knows what kind of place he should have in mind when picking the place of your date

thank you for reading i don´t think i´ll make any more of these, but if you want it i´ll do it, luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[roseghoul26]

Chapter 8: ...Your Ivy Grows...

Synopsis: A fic based off the song “ivy” by Taylor Swift. After a startling introduction to the man, Arthur Morgan became the most important part of your life. Married at a young age to an older, wealthy man to help your family, you were trapped in a loveless marriage, your only sense of escape with the rugged cowboy. Will you be able to keep your affair hidden, or will your husband find out, and destroy the last thing that made you happy? Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Strangers To Lovers, Infidelity, Fem!Reader, She/Her Pronouns Used For Reader, Period Typical Misogyny, Emotional Manipulative Relationship (not with Arthur), Mostly Follows Timeline of Game, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Not Beta Read, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Arthur Is Bad At Emotions, Confessions, First Time Together, Cunnilingus, Missionary, Doggy Style, Tags Updated Per Chapter Author's Note: this chapter is just smut. hope you all enjoy! also, this chapter marks the over half-way point of the series! thank you so much for the continued support! <3 aslo idk if anyone else has had this issue but when you reach 100 pages on a google doc grammar correct stops working? i literally have to break this story up into two docs lmao Taglist: @lokiofasgard12 @ultraporcelainpig @that-one-beannnn @morethantheycansay @nn-hh192 Chapter List

Even though Arthur pledged to take his time with you, you could tell that he was using every bit of restraint in him to keep from taking you right there. His fingers were tight on your thigh, tight enough to leave marks, yet you found that you couldn’t complain. How could you, when all you could say was his name as soft pants and moans?

His lips were unrelenting in their exploration of your neck and shoulders, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your body by just kissing it. One of your hands carded into his dusty brown hair, and if your mind wasn’t so overwhelmed with just the feeling of him, you would’ve marveled at how soft it still was. Yet all that came to your mind was how wonderful his lips felt, and how wonderful they would feel elsewhere. It made your head fall back again, barely noticing the impact of it against the wall, his hand no longer there to protect it. 

No, the hand that had once been so reverently holding you had shifted south, lightly brushing over the side of your body. He just skirted the outline of your breasts through your nightgown, where you wanted, needed him to touch you. You must’ve made some noise of complaint when he continued down, because you felt his smirk again, lips pulling against the delicate skin of your neck. That damn smirk, you could picture it now, and that mischievous glint in his cerulean eyes.

You thought you had gotten your wish when you felt him grab a thin strap of your nightgown with his teeth, slowly dragging it down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupted across the skin when you felt the drag of his beard, the dainty strap tickling your skin where it hung loosely. You expected him to slide the other one off, but when his kisses lingered on the newly exposed skin and his hands remained planted on the lower part of your body, you decided to do it instead, your patience from a few moments prior no longer existing.

With one hand still in his hair, you began to try to bring it down, but you were stopped before it could even budge an inch. Arthur had somehow been able to tell what you were doing, despite being fully enraptured with caressing your body, and had pinned your hand to the wall above you. His hand no longer held your thigh, but you still kept a leg hooked around his body, keeping him as close as you could. A started noise had left you, which turned into a light moan, his actions making you crave more. 

But even though he had stopped you, you weren’t going to give up that easily. “Arthur,” you whined out, giving him the best pleading eyes you could, hoping that he would take pity on you. “Undress me,” you uttered, for what you now realized to be the first time in your life; you’d never had the desire to do so before. 

Arthur paused for a moment before raising his head enough so that his lips were just hovering over yours. Yet no matter how much you strained, no matter how much you reached, you couldn’t connect them. “I did say I was takin’ my time with ya, did I not?”

Damn him and his unwavering resolve to torture you. “You did, but-”

His lips finally connecting with yours silenced you, your words trailing off into a mumble. He pulled away much too quickly for your liking, and you tried to voice your displeasure, but another short kiss stopped you. “I ain’t goin’ back on my word. I’ve waited so damn long to have you like this; I’m savorin’ ya for as long as I can.” 

If only he knew that you felt the exact opposite. He ghosted over your lips before landing at your jaw, right below his ear. His voice was low and husky right in your ear, and it was both the feeling and the words he spoke that left you shuddering. “Trust me when I say this ain’t endin’ without that beautiful body of yours completely uncovered.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his compliment. “You ain’t ever seen my body,” you tried to deflect his words. 

“I ain’t gotta see it to know.” He bit at your earlobe. “Now, you gonna be patient?” His fingers gently squeezed the wrist he held above your body. 

Wordlessly, you nodded. As much as you would’ve loved to have him keep you restrained, the angle was starting to get uncomfortable. When he let go, you chose to rest it on his shoulder, and you could feel the way his muscles flexed as he moved again. Lips returned to your bare right shoulder, and they began to trail down your arm, all the way down to your fingers. It was a strange feeling, but you were loving it. Never before had someone treated your body so carefully, like you were the most precious thing they’ve ever held. 

But here Arthur was, kissing your skin like it was made of gold, like you were a gift sent down from the Gods. As much as you longed to hear those three words from his mouth, you certainly felt like he was showing you that he did indeed love you, just like you requested, and you felt your heart soar. 

After reaching your fingers, you felt him caress the kiss-adorned skin with a calloused hand, something like awe across his features. When you grew bashful under his gaze, your head turning away, you saw him look up out of the corner of your eye. “What?” He asked, coming out almost like a breathy laugh. “Look at me, darlin’.”

Swallowing, you forced your gaze back onto him, your face burning when he still had that same awestruck expression. “I won’t be able to if you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

Intrigued, he dragged his hand back up your arm, resting against the side of your neck. As much as you wanted to look away, you forced yourself to keep your attention on him. “Like what?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer. “Like you’re the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen? Like I’m the luckiest bastard, who damn well doesn’t deserve ya, someone as kind and breathtaking and good as you? Like I want to spend every moment with you, holdin’ you, touchin’ you, purely and utterly devoted to you?” 

Arthur shook his head, a small laugh leaving him. “Nah, I can’t stop lookin’ at you like that, darlin’. I refuse to stop lookin’ at you like that. So, you,” his hand was now cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing over your lips, “are just gonna have to accept it.”

You had no response to his words, drawing up a blank in your mind, and his touches certainly weren’t helping. God, you fucking loved him so much. 

When his mouth crashed into yours, you realized that you had said that out loud, but you didn’t care. Relief coursed through your body when you felt him finally tug the other strap down, a little more forceful than necessary. It was subtle, but the strings of his restraint had begun to fray. 

When he pulled away, you felt him begin a similar trail down your left arm, and you let yourself just get lost in the sensations. It differed when he got to your hand, your fingers more specifically. You heard his breath hitch, and you glanced down at him, confused. 

“You haven’t put it back on,” he muttered, and it took a few moments for you to realize that he was talking about your ring. You knew it was risky, keeping it off when Hans could be home at literally any time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to put it back on during the past couple of weeks.

“No,” you whispered, “because there’s only one person my heart belongs to, and it certainly ain’t the man who gave me that ring.”

An almost pained noise left Arthur, and you thought something was truly wrong until his eyes bore into yours. The once awestruck, loving look was now replaced with some more primal, more hungry, and you sucked in a gasp. His body was almost instantly pressed into yours, crowding you up against the wall. His mouth was attacking your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that would darken by morning. If you had any rational thought left in you, you would’ve made sure he kept his marks somewhere you could easily hide them, but you had none left.

“Say it again,” he groaned into your skin. 

“My heart is yours, Arthur.” You don’t think you’ve ever uttered truer words before. 

“Mine…” he breathed out, like he was trying to convince himself that it was true.

“I’m yours.”

 He moaned at that, his breath fanning across your skin. “Mine,” he repeated with more certainty, unyielding still with his ministrations. 

You never thought that you would ever like anyone having a claim to you, even more so when you got married to Hans. But you realized that you didn’t mind because unlike the marriage it was mutual. Arthur was yours as much as you were his. 

“Yours.”

It seemed like that was the last thing you needed to say before his restraint snapped. 

You were startled when you felt the ground no longer beneath your foot that was still against the ground, Arthur picking you up with ease with two hands beneath your thighs. Your other leg joined in wrapping around his body, your hands grappling for purchase across the broad expanse of his shoulders. He wasted no time, heading straight up the staircase to where he knew your room to be. His footsteps were surprisingly quiet, and you realized that he still remembered your rule of no shoes in the house, and you somehow fell even more in love with him for heeding what you said, no matter how small or insignificant it was. 

It was hard to kiss him because of all the jostling of climbing upstairs, but you tried anyway. You almost immediately tore away when you accidentally bit down hard on his bottom lip from all the movement, but it quickly died in your throat at the somehow even hungrier look Arthur shot you. “Darlin’ we ain’t gonna make it to the bed if ya do things like that,” he spoke after his grip on you faltered slightly, but you were clinging on to him too tightly to really tell. 

“Is that a promise?” You teased.

Arthur barked out a small laugh at that, his eyes crinkling. “The stairs ain’t gonna be the most comfortable place, but if you insist…” He made a show of bending over slowly, trying to deposit you onto the wooden stairs. You immediately made a noise of protest, and Arthur straightened back up, laughing yet again. “Is that a no, then?”

“It’s a no. But maybe next time,” you giggled.

“Next time,” he echoed, and you could barely detect the small amount of disbelief in his voice. 

He had reached the top of the stairs now, passing the first door to Hans’ office. As you passed, a thought filled your mind that got your heart racing even more, biting back a moan. You pictured yourself laying back on the desk, Arthur’s face between your legs, your cries muffled with-

The familiar surroundings of your room tore you from your thoughts, and a shaky breath left you. You missed the look that Arthur gave you, fully aware of the kinds of images that had just flashed through your mind. But he didn’t say anything, merely tucking them away into his mind for a later day. Like you said, there was always a next time.

Arthur set you on the side of the bed, standing in between your legs, You had to strain your neck to look up at him, and you followed him as he sank to his knees before you. If it didn’t look like he was worshiping you earlier, it certainly looked like it now. Awe was back on his features, eye wide, letting out soft, pleased sighs as he took you in. Moonlight spilled in from behind you, casting you in a cool white light, your shadow cast over him. 

Even though there was a rug, you knew that how he was sitting was probably not the most comfortable, and you tried to usher him to the bed. Arthur just shook his head, pressing a grateful kiss to the back of your hand. “In a moment, darlin’,” he reassured.

You shivered when you felt his hands on your thighs, skirting up the sides of your body slowly, methodically. It seemed like the small walk had calmed him some, his interest in slowly driving you insane returning. Warm hands grazed the undersides of your breasts, before grazing against your perked nipples that poked through the thin material of the nightgown. It made you jolt, earning a low chuckle from the man.

You gasped when he did it again, your body pressing into his large hands. “Arthur,” you sighed out, and he hummed in response, engrossed in the way you reacted to him touching you. Every brush of his fingers, every gentle squeeze, shot another jolt through your body, arousal coiling in your lower body. 

Your body was growing incredibly warm, and even though the material of the gown was light, it still felt like you were wearing a winter jacket in the desert. But you didn’t make a move to take it off yourself. “Undress me?” You tried again, this time phrasing it like a question. 

“You sure, darlin’?”

You were touched by his consideration, but you were almost growing desperate at this point. “Please, Arthur.”

Arthur took a second to judge the validity of your response before a soft smile spread on his face. He toyed at the hem of your nightgown, which had ridden up to your upper thighs. “I suppose I can arrange that.” You were barely able to lift your hips before Arthur was tearing your nightgown off over your head, tossing it beside him. 

In just your undergarments, you watched as Arthur slowly took in your exposed body, the same look on his face that he had downstairs. “How did I get so damn lucky?” His hands joined in the exploration of your body, pulling out small noises from you. “My beautiful girl.”

His hands felt so much better when there wasn’t a barrier of fabric between them, you realized when he returned to your breasts. Despite the roughness of his skin, he was still gentle with his touches, and the juxtaposition made your head spin. It was hard to remember the fact that this was a rough, grizzled man, who had seen the worst the world had to offer, yet regarded you so carefully.

Your hand reacquainted itself with his hair when his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his fingers playing with the other. Teeth grazed against the sensitive bud, making your hips jump from where you sat on the bed, a cry of his name leaving your lips. Fingers tightened in his hair, and Arthur groaned. His mouth was still pulling pleasure from your breasts, and the noise he made just added to the stimulation, the low timbre rolling through your body. 

After a few moments of lavishing your breasts with attention, he was descending even further, lips barely leaving your body, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. When he stopped right above the ribbon that held your undergarments, he brought his gaze up to you, a silent question in his eyes, a stifled gasp leaving you when you realized what he was asking for. You’d heard stories, tales of lovers going down on their partners, bringing them pleasure with their mouths. You’d always just shake your head, not believing that someone would want to do that; it was one-sided satisfaction, in your mind.  

But his gaze held nothing but pure want, like he needed to do this, craved it more than any fine liquor. It made you evaluate how one-sided the satisfaction might be. You hadn't realized you’d been silent for an extended period until Arthur’s voice pulled you from your mind. “Please, darlin’.” 

Oh, you liked that. Another gasp left you, this one less stifled than the previous, and you felt something throb between your legs. Arthur picked up on your reaction, realization making him grin, eager to see you squirm. “Please, lemme taste ya,” he pitched his voice even lower. “I wanna feel ya cum on my face, darlin’. I wanna feel you soak-”

He was cut off by a sharp pull on his hair, yanking his head back, your other hand covering his mouth. Your cheeks were blazing, embarrassed beyond belief, but you’d be a liar if you said his words weren’t doing something to you. Any more, though, and you would explode. “You have a dirty mouth, Arthur Morgan.” You prayed that your voice didn’t sound too airy. 

A light nip at your hand made you pull away, shooting a disingenuous glare at him. “You love it, darlin’.” 

How right he was. If his hands inched any further downward, he’d be able to feel the effect he was having on you. You rolled your eyes but didn’t offer any rebuttal. You felt him run his fingers beneath the ribbon, eliciting a shiver through your body. “Can I?” He asked, still waiting for your answer. 

You had just gotten out a quiet yes before a hand pushed you down to the bed, gentle yet commanding. Arthur spread your legs, groaning appreciatively at the sight before him. There wasn’t any shock on his features as he took in the darkened patch on your undergarments; he knew exactly what he did to you. He quickly undid the ribbon, then yanked the garment down your legs, letting it dangle precariously off one of your feet. 

Neither of you cared, Arthur especially, his eyes locked onto your glistening cunt. Holding the insides of your thighs, he kept your legs open, rubbing soothingly into the skin as he made his way closer. Anticipation made you shake, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, rising in pace when his breath ghosted over you. 

Both of you let out sighs when his mouth made contact, your body jumping at the foreign contact. Sensations you’d never felt before invaded your body, almost too many for you to keep track of. His beard prickled against the highly sensitive skin, a complete difference from the soft glide of his tongue through you. You barely even saw the way his eyes rolled back, completely taken in by the way you tasted. 

You whined out his name as he did it again, and his eyes glanced up at you between your legs. It was an even better sight than anything you could've ever imagined, and you couldn’t help the slight mortification when you realized you said it aloud. It was the second time that night something had spilled from you that you hadn’t wished to reveal, and you debated just covering your mouth so that it wouldn’t happen again. 

Even though you couldn’t see it, you just knew that he was smirking, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’ve thought of this before, darlin’?” He asked between passes of his tongue, pleasure building slowly in your core. But you could tell that he was very clearly avoiding your clit, his tongue always stopping or passing it, just to rile you up. And it was working. 

“Arthur,” you whined, but you knew at this point trying to plead with him was an uphill battle. 

“Have you thought of this before?” He asked again, and you realized that he wasn’t going to give what you wanted until you answered him. 

“Yes,” you admitted, and even though your response was hardly louder than a whisper, it felt like you shouted it to the world. Of course, you’d imagined Arthur like this before, and so much more. It wasn’t often, either during the one time Hans had been intimate with you recently or during the lonely weeks by yourself. You’d imagine him as you slip a hand between your legs, softer and smaller than Arthur’s, but you always tried to not dwell on that fact. 

He rewarded your response by finally making contact where you wanted him, a loud cry tumbling from your lips as he lapped at your clit. You fumbled at the bedsheets, trying to find something to grab onto that wasn’t his hair as he wracked your body with pleasure. “What’d ya think ‘bout?” His words were muffled, and it took you a few moments to form a coherent thought.

Apparently, you took too long, and you felt his attention move away from your clit, choosing to just pass around it instead. You loved and hated the way he was toying with you, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him. “I’ve- I’ve thought ‘bout this,” you vaguely gestured to where he was, and you sighed out when his tongue returned to the sensitive nerves. “I’ve thought ‘bout your fingers…” you had to take a moment, pleasure becoming overwhelming. “Imagined how they’d feel on me, in me…”

On cue, you felt his rough fingers brush against your folds, making you shudder. “I’ve thought ‘bout you bendin’ me over, takin’ me roughly, makin’ me scream.” You felt Arthur groan. But… but I also imagined you takin’ me gently, makin’ love to me, and I can’t… I can’t figure out which one I want more…” 

“We’ll just have to try both then, darlin’.”

You opened your mouth, ready to say more, but you stopped. “Anythin’ else?” You heard him ask, and you damned him for having such acute observation skills. 

“I’ve…” You couldn’t believe you were about to admit this to him. “Whenever he…” you didn’t even want to say his name, “you know, had me… I imagined it was you instead.”

You watched blue eyes widen. “You have?”

You couldn’t tell if he was disgusted by the fact, having gone still between your legs, but you were too nervous that you’d just royally fucked this all up to care. “I asked ya a question,” he muttered, pulling his head far enough away so you could see him better. Even still, you couldn’t read the expression on his face, and you ducked your head in shame. 

“I have,” you whispered out. 

“When?”

Of course, he had to ask that. That answer might put him off even more, but as you glanced back down at him, you found that you couldn’t without the truth. “Remember when you came over to the house for the first time? Durin’ the middle of the night?” You laughed bitterly. “I could barely look you in the eye, I felt so guilty.” And you still felt guilty, and it tore at your chest. “I’m sorry, Arthur-”

You tried to close your legs, his grip having gone lax, but as soon as he felt you move it was back. He yanked you closer to him, his mouth meeting you halfway, attacking your clit with precision. Short laps that had created a gradual and steady build of pleasure had been replaced for heavy, intense presses of his tongue, ruthless and unyielding. He was devouring you now, a complete switch up from the casual pace before, and you could do nothing but take it. 

He wasn’t talking now, too concentrated on making you finish to do so. His name spilled from your lips, and you desperately gripped at the bedsheets, hips bucking and writhing. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to approach, having been edged on for so long. “Arthur, I’m… please,” you begged him not to cut you off this time, and you could’ve cried in relief when he didn’t. 

With a loud final cry of his name that made you glad you lived in the middle of the woods, you came, your cunt clenching around nothing as waves of pleasure spasmed your body. The grip on the sheets turned vice-like as every nerve in your body was set alight, white-hot pleasure taking over all your senses. Arthur continued to pleasure you, the noises growing obscene, and you eventually had to pull him away, as it became too much. 

His wish had certainly been fulfilled, his lower face and beard soaked with your release. His eyes were impossibly dark, panting wildly, and he almost looked animalistic. Slowly, you watched as he lowered one last time, eyes never leaving yours as he kissed your clit, a jolt of overstimulation hitting you at the contact. 

Arthur stood now, hands bracing on either side of your hips as he stood. The first thing you noticed, besides his disheveled expression, was the substantial tent in the front of his pants, his cock straining against the denim. On shaky knees, you sat up, your arms bracing for support on his broad chest. Two arms wrapped around your body, hands resting on your back, keeping you pressed close to him. Leaning down, he kissed you, and you groaned when his tongue pressed into your mouth, tasting your release on him. 

But you couldn’t ignore the way he pressed into you, and you managed to sneak a hand between your bodies, fingers running gently over him. He tore away from the kiss then, an airy noise that almost sounded like a chuckle leaving him. Smiling sweetly at him, you retracted your hand, only to start unbuttoning his shirt with thinly veiled desperation. Your hands were still shaking, which just made getting the little buttons undone an almost impossible task.

You felt him wrap his hands around your wrist, halting you. Gentle kisses were pressed against your hands before he set them beside you. His less-shaky hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, your eyes greedily taking him in as the first bare expanse of his chest was exposed to you. As his shirt hit the ground, the sound it made barely covered up the noise you made when his upper half was exposed to you for the first time. 

You knew he was a large man, but seeing him bare made the fact clear. Another fact that you quickly came to realize was that he was the most stunning man you’ve ever had the privilege to see. It had long been clear that he was a beautiful man, but you were quite literally staring at him with an open mouth, your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. 

Scars littered his body, the most substantial one being on his shoulder. It looked like a freshly healed gunshot wound, which made your heart lurch. Smaller scars trailed down his body, mostly straight lines and a few jagged edges. A dusting of wiry, brown hair covered his entire body, and you didn’t bother to resist the urge to run your hands through it. It was softer than you expected, and you let your hands roam freely, loving the way that Arthur seemed to purr under your touch. It turned into a groan when you brushed over his nipples, finding pleasure in teasing him the way he had done to you. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Arthur,” you cooed out, nails scratching lightly over his skin. It was his turn to shudder, to be turned to jelly because of your actions. Your name left his lips as a whine, and you couldn’t deny how incredible it made you feel. His abdominal muscles jumped when your fingers ghosted over them, his breath catching when you began to tug at his gunbelt. “Take this off?” You asked, resting your chin against his chest and looking up at him. “Please?”

He had already started taking it off as soon as you asked, but you knew that he’d love hearing the added please. And he did, his eyes rolling back as he groaned. It didn’t take long before he was setting the belt down on the ground, being gentle to not cause a misfire of the weapon. 

He was less considerate with his regular belt, the accessory hitting the ground with a large clattering noise that made you jump. You grinned when you heard the sound of a zipper, and you worked your own hands down to help him ease off his pants, underwear included, down enough to free him. A hiss left his mouth as his cock was exposed to the air, and you dared to look down. 

Even with the lack of light, you could tell that he was quite well-endowed. When you took him in hand, you were almost startled to find that you couldn’t wrap your hand around him, but pure desire blocked out those thoughts. You didn’t care if it hurt, you needed him now. 

You stroked him a few times, pants of air escaping his lips, and his hips jolted when your thumb brushed over his tip. Precum coated the digit, and you brought it to your mouth. You made a show of cleaning it off, tongue running over the length of it before taking it into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you groaned in approval as the salty tang hit your tastebuds. 

Removing it from your mouth with a pop, you sat back on your heels, helping to work his garments down his thighs, before letting it drop and pool at his feet. As he kicked it away, you let your eyes roam unabashedly, finally having a perfect view of his thick legs, also adorned with a light covering of hair. Backing up further on the bed and adjusting so that your head lay against pillows, you raised an amused brow when Arthur just stood there, eyes also roaming your body shamelessly. 

“Are you just gonna stand there all night?” You teased. 

“If you want me to.” There was an honesty to his words that had you melting, but you just rolled your eyes instead. 

“C’mere,” you laughed, holding out a hand. He took it, letting you pull him onto the bed. He was on top of you in seconds, lips attaching to your neck again, a hand running down your body. Your own hands were all over him, every new piece of skin becoming familiar. You could feel his cock brush against your stomach as he leaned above you, leaking onto your skin.

As much as you loved his attention, you were so close to getting what you wanted that you couldn’t wait any longer. “Arthur,” you gasped out, “I need you.”

“You have me, darlin’. It’s just… you sure you’re ready?” You expected to find a hint of arrogance in his voice, but you found none, just genuine concern. 

“I’m ready.”

Arthur brushed his lips over yours, then rested his forehead against yours. That awestruck, almost disbelieving look was back as he situated himself between your legs. Before he could, you snuck a hand down, holding him gently at the base to help him ease into you. He nearly faltered right there, not expecting to feel your hand, and you just smiled as sweetly as you could at him. 

You whined when you felt him begin to press into you, removing your hand so that you didn’t hurt him on accident. Instead, you gripped onto his shoulders, nails biting into the skin, which seemed to just spur Arthur on more. He was slow, almost tortuously slow as he eased into you, strained breaths hitting your face. He was all you could feel, the delicious stretch of him; you’ve never felt such a wonderful pain. 

It felt like hours had passed before you felt Arthur’s hips press flush against yours. Your chest rose and fell rapidly like you’d just run for miles. He felt incredible, and you could tell that he felt similarly by the small groans he tried to stifle. He stayed still inside you for a moment, letting you adjust, which the rational part of your brain was grateful for. But you had long since been ready for him, and you desperately needed him to move. 

Petting back his hair, you brought his attention to you. So many emotions flashed in his eyes as he regarded you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You’d think that right now he’d look the most tense, but you’d never seen him so relaxed. The furrow in his brow was long gone, the crinkles in his eyes from smiling, not from squinting worriedly. 

“I love you, Arthur,” you found yourself saying again that night, and you swore his ears turned red. 

He stammered out something in response, but you just shushed him gently, running a hand back through his hair. “You don’t gotta say it back. I just needed you to know.”

“Oh, I know, darlin’. Don’t you ever think otherwise.”

You just hummed in response, before wiggling your hips slightly. He got the message, slowly pulling himself out of you, leaving only the tip in. His eyes never once left you, gauging your reactions. All you could do was moan, too overwhelmed with the feeling of him to do anything else. 

It didn’t take too long for him to build a slow rhythm, the rocking of his hips gentle. Even his touch was light as it danced over your skin, making you shiver. With each thrust in and out, your breasts moved with the motion, and eventually, Arthur just couldn’t resist the temptation. His lips were all over them as he continued to rock into you. 

Your legs had locked around his waist, keeping his body as close to you as possible. You felt so full, hitting spots inside of you that you hadn’t even reached before. Every slow drag of his hips was magnificent, and you could feel the slow beginnings of another orgasm begin to form. It was long since reaching its completion, but you knew exactly what you needed to reach it faster. 

Carding your fingers into his hair, you pressed your lips against his, this kiss sloppy and uncoordinated, but you did manage to snag his lip between your teeth. It gave you the reaction you wanted, his hips bucking into yours harshly, making you cry out with pleasure. “Arthur…” you tried to speak, but another roll of his hips made you moan, cutting you off. 

“Darlin’, you feel so… God.”

“Arthur,” you tried again. “Faster, please.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Praises tumbled from you as he picked up the pace, and you felt yourself building faster. Yet it wasn’t enough, and you finally just told him what you needed from him. 

“I need you to fuck me, Arthur.”

If he was shocked by your words, he did a damn good job hiding it. He said your name, low, cautionary, making you shiver again. He continued the pace he was at, though, and your fingers tugged at his hair in mild frustration. “Darlin’, you-”

“Fuck me, Arthur.” You didn’t care that you sounded like you were whining. When he pulled out of you completely, you were confused, but it was quickly replaced by sheer arousal at the look on his face.

Like you weighed nothing, you were flipped over by Arthur, being manhandled by him turning you on a lot more than you thought it would. Now on your hands and knees, you didn’t even get to glance back at him before he was filling you again. His hands dug into the flesh of your hips as he pounded into you relentlessly, and you’re sure your voice would be hoarse later because of how loudly you were crying out. 

With every thrust in, he hit something in you that made you see stars. “Is this what my girl wanted?” You heard him ask, panting lightly from exertion. “Am I fuckin’ you just like ya wanted?”

“God, Arthur, yes!” You could feel your release coming closer, faster than you anticipated. 

“Is this what you imagined?” He leaned down close to your ear. “Is this what you imagined I’d do to you, instead of him?” He said the last word with so much venom, so much hatred. Jeasuly, you realized, looked good on him. But he didn’t need to know that Hans had never had you like this; you were enjoying his anger. 

“Even better.” You admitted. “So much better.”

You groaned when you felt his hand sneak between your legs, rubbing at your clit with hard, short circles. “You feel even better than I imagined, darlin’.” His words hit you like a freight train, and you glanced back at him, shocked. “What, you thought you’re the only one with dirty thoughts?” His lips grazed your shoulderblades. “Oh, darlin’, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this for longer than I care to admit.”

If you weren’t currently about to fall apart beneath him, you would’ve asked him to tell you more. But you couldn’t, and you felt the tension in you begin to shatter. “Arthur, I’m…”

“I’ll be right behind ya,” he groaned into your skin. “C’mon, darlin’, let me feel ya…” With a final thrust of his hips and press of his fingers, you came again, your arms shaking. It only took a few more thrusts for Arthur, especially because of the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him, and he quickly pulled out of you before spilling across your back.

Your arms finally gave out, collapsing face-first into the pillows. Pleasure coursed through your body, making your muscles buzz pleasantly. You felt the bed shift, and you whined at the lack of heart from Arthur. “I’ll be right back, darlin’. I promise,” he chuckled lightly.

True to his word, he was back within moments. You must’ve dozed off for a second, but you were woken up with a start when you felt a damp, warm washrag wipe at your skin. “S’just me,” he reassured, quickly cleaning your skin of his release. 

When you heard him set it on the nightstand, you finally rolled over, glancing up at Arthur. After enhancing soft smiles, he leaned down and kissed you, which quickly turned from light grazing of lips to a heated kiss. When his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, you felt arousal begin to creep back into your system. The things this man did to you.

Still, much to his evident disappointment, you pulled him away. You saw the bags under his eyes, still as evident as they were a while ago. “Arthur,” you sighed, “you’re exhausted.”

He just shrugged, clearly not regarding his well-being. “I made ya a promise, darlin’,” he smirked. “Besides, I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to.”

“But-”

His lips silenced you, and when he pulled away you glared lightly at him. “We’ll just sleep in late tomorrow, no?”

You sighed, but it was hard to remain adamant in your stance with the way he pleaded at you with his eyes. “I suppose-” His lips collided against yours, climbing on top of you, like he couldn’t bear to be away from you any longer. But what made you gasp was the feeling of his almost hard cock pressing against you, ready for another round. 

The two of you didn’t go to bed until the light from the sunrise streamed into the room, tangled up in a mess of blankets and limbs.

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Chasing Storms and Finding Love. Chapter 6:

Series Summary: When Tyler's baby sister joins him and his team for a season she seems to catch the eye of a certain StormPar member much to her brothers dismay... will she listen listen to her big brother or follow her heart?

Chapter Summary: Your brother walks seeing you and Scott sleeping and loses his mind! Your brother and new boyfriend get into fight right in the middle of your room. In the aftermath of the fight you try to talk to your brother when he says things he can't take back

Pairing: Scott Miller X fem!reader, Tyler Owens x sister!reader

Series Warnings: Sneaking around, Pissed off Tyler, Love Struck Scott, ALOTS of kissing, A little age gap, Cussing, Drinking, Storms(duh), Falling in love, Slow burn

Chapter Warnings: MAJOR ANGST(sorry) A very pissed off Tyler, fist fights, LOTS of yelling, sibling fight, cussing, soft! Scott, asshole Tyler, lots of tears, heavy makeout session, fluff

A/N: this chapter might hurt but I do have a plan! also I saw on google Tyler's middle name was James so I went with google lol Thank you everyone who is reading liking and reblogging my story! I am new to writing and it makes me feel good and encourages me to keep writing!!! and aslo big shout out to @nikkicloudie for always letting me bounce ideas off her, you are such a big help!

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"WHAT THE FUCK"

You are jolted awake at the sound of a very pissed off older brother and something hitting the wall. Before you have anytime to think you feel Scott being ripped out of bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK TYLER LET HIM GO, AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN MY ROOM"

"THAT DOESNT MATTER WHY THE FUCK IS HE IN YOUR ROOM IN YOUR FUCKING BED"

" THATS NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS TYLER, NOW LET MY BOYFRIEND GO AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM NOW!"

Tyler is seeing red at this point and looking between you and Scott, he's shocked enough to let the grip he has on Scott loosen, and Scott stumbles trying to keep his balance.

"BOYFRIEND?! DID YOU JUST SAY BOYFRIEND Y/N?!" Tyler yells going to grab Scott again, but isn't fast enough, you are in between the 2 tall men in the matter of a second.

"YES BOYFRIEND" you yell at your brother

"I'LL KILL YOU" Tyler yells pushing you aside and goes to throw a punch when Boone grabs his arms and pulls him back, while Javi does the same with Scott. You look around wondering where the hell they came from, then you see your brother never closed the door.

"What the hell is going on in here" Javi says looking at the three of you.

"I FOUND THEM IN BED TOGETHER AND SHE JUST CALLED CLIPBOARD HERE HER BOYFRIEND"

"DON'T CALL HIM THAT, NOW TELL ME HOW AND WHY YOU ARE IN MY FUCKING ROOM TYLER JAMES OWENS"

"I WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU WITH COFFEE SO I USED THE EXTRA KEY"

"YOU HAVE A KEY TO MY ROOM TYLER ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW"

"YES THEY GAVE ME 2 YESTERDAY"

"SO YOU KEPT ONE WITHOUT TELLING ME ARE YOU INSANE TYLER"

"NO BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW Y/N" your brother yells to you before he turns his sights to Scott

"NOW WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY SISTERS ROOM IN HER FUCKING BED"

"WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING DUDE LIKE SHE SAID WE FELL ASLEEP WATCHING A MOVIE" Scott yells

"WITH YOUR FUCKING SHIRT OFF"

You look over to your new boyfriend where Javi is still holding him back from your brother and see he does indeed have his shirt off, holy fucking hell does he look good you think to yourself, but when did he take his shirt off, but before Scott can say another word you hear another voice.

Kate, Lily, Dani, and Dexter are now standing in the still open door to your room looking very confused to what they are seeing. Great more people to witness this It's Kate that speaks up first. "What is with all the yelling we can hear the 3 of all the way downstairs".

"I JUST FOUND MY SISTER IN BED WITH THIS ASSHOLE, AND HE HAS NO SHIRT ON THATS WHATS WITH ALL THE YELLING"

Your brother pulls out of Boone's grip and tackles Scott to the ground and Javi right along with him. You stand there in shock with a mix of angry and hurt tears streaming down your face while your big brother and boyfriend throwing punches at each other. Javi gets to his feet and does his best to grab Scott with the help of Dani as Boone does the same to your brother with the Dexter helping him. You have had it at this point

"KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF BOTH OF YOU THATS ENOUGH!" you yell at the top of your lungs "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE TWO OF YOU ACTING LIKE THIS! SCOTT SIT SO I CAN CLEAN YOUR FACE, BOONE GET MY BROTHER OUT NOW" you say pulling your boyfriend from Javi's grip and pushing him on the bed.

"WHY DOES HE GET TO STAY" your brother yells still being held back

"BECAUSE TYLER HE DIDNT COME BARGING IN UNVITED, AND I CAN ONLY YELL AT ONE OF YOU AT A TIME AND I'M MORE LIKLY TO KILL YOU RIGHT NOW THEN HIM TYLER JAMES"

"I'M NOT LEAVING TIL WE TALK ABOUT THIS Y/N"

"YES YOU ARE TYLER I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU OR SEE RIGHT NOW, BOONE DEXTER GET HIM OUT NOW" you yell

"This isn't over Y/n" your brother says before he angrily shrugs out of the grip Boone and Dexter have on him and stomps toward the door. The others look between you and Scott before they too are heading to the door.

"Hey Javi could you please bring me some ice to put on this idiots face and Boone will you check on my idiot brother so he doesn't do anything stupid" you say to the men, and they both nod

"Do you need anything Y/n" Kate ask in a soft voice from the doorway

"Actually coffee would be amazing Kate thank you" you say looking at her then to the wall where you heard something being thrown at it just minutes ago, "and maybe a few extra towels since I not only have to clean a bloody face but coffee off the floor and wall and make my brother pay for the coffee since he started all this" you say meeting Kates eyes.

You make your way to the sink to wet a rag for Scott's face, and to see if you can find a first aid kit. As your walking back to the bed to clean up your boyfriends face you are beyond pissed, and Scott can tell so he just stays silence. He has a busted lip, a cut over his right eyes and a bruise forming on his cheek. "This is gonna sting but I gotta clean it" you say to Scott before wiping the alcohol pad over his lip while he winces. Before Scott can say anything there is a knock at the door and the sound of the door opening.

"Here's the ice your coffee extra towels and your extra key Kate made your brother give it up" Javi says walking over to hand you the bucket of ice and setting the coffee towels and key down on the bedside table.

"Thanks, hows idiot number 1" you ask still wrapping ice in a clean rag and handing it to Scott.

"He's bout the same as idiot number 2 here, Kates taking care of him"

"Tell her thank you"

"I will, I'll leave you to tend to him I'll check back later"

"Thank you Javi" "Thanks man" you and Scott say at the same time then Javi is out the door leaving you and Scott alone.

Scott breaks the silence "I'm so sorry baby". You say nothing as you walk to the bathroom to throw away all the bloody supplies you just used to clean his face, then back to the side of the bed where your coffee sits, picking it up to take your first sip.

"Baby please talk to me please" Scott begs

"What do you want me to say Scott hmmm, That its ok you and my big brother got into a knock down drag out at 7 in the morning in my room" Scott stays silence still holding the ice to his face

"Or do you want me to say I love knowing the fact that the whole state of Okla-fucking-homa just heard me and my brother yelling at each other, oh how bout this cleaning my boyfriend's bloody face first thing in the morning is how I wanted to start my day, and all this without coffee, so please Scott where do you want me to start"

"I can't say enough how sorry I am, I didn't want to fight my girlfriend's brother shirtless first thing in the morning with 5 other people watching and having to hear you cry and yell at your brother broke my heart, I will do anything to prove how sorry I am baby"

"It's not just you I'm mad at. My brother did barge in and you were only defending yourself I hate fighting with my brother" you say in a small voice trying to fight back tears. "He's one of my bestfriend and I know he means well but I think sometimes he still sees me as that 5 year old little girl he walked door to door with taking me trick or treating" Scott let out a laugh at the thought of that.

"I know you and my brother have a history and you hate each other but I can't do this every single day cleaning blood off one of your faces because you both wanna throw punches everytime you see each other or have a screaming match with my brother, I want him to be ok with the 2 of us. I really can see us going the distance and I want that so much but I really cant live with the two the men in my life fighting, and don't worry my idiot brother is gonna get the same talk with too" you say looking to Scott while wiping your eyes

"I don't think me and your brother will ever see eye to eye or be friends but I can be civil with brother if that's what you need me to do, I'll do anything to make this work with you and keep you as my girl" Scotts says brushing hair from your face

"You'd do that for me really" you ask

"of course I will babygirl" Scott replies pulling you into his arm

"Can I ask you one more thing baby" you say looking at Scott

"anything sweetheart"

"Not that I'm complaining because I most definitely am not but what happened to your shirt and why did I not get to help you out of it" you hear Scott laugh before he replies

"Well baby that is 2 questions" Scott laughs while you rolls your eyes

"But I got hot I'm not use to wearing a shirt while I sleep or having a gorgeous girl cuddled up next to me, as far as you not helping i thought you wanted to take it slow"

"I do but I'll never complain helping you get shirtless" you say with a wink and a kiss to his lips

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You and Scott stay in your room for a bit longer before you decide its time to go talk to your brother. You reluctantly pull yourself from Scotts arms to go get dressed. Once your dressed you and Scott walk out of your room, you turn to see your brother at his truck and you catch his gaze. Scott's room is on the first floor so the 2 of you walk down the stairs hand in hand you can feel your brothers eyes on you the whole time. Scott kisses you goodbye and tells you to text him when you're done or if you need anything.

You make your way over to your brother, the look he is giving you is making you feel like you did when you were 15 and took his old truck for a joy ride with your friends and crashed it. You make it to his truck and finally get a good look at his face, Javi was right he didn't look much better then Scott.

"You ready to talk about things like grown ups Ty"

"You tell me Y/n" Tyler replies

"I know you don't like Scott and there is a history there but you cant just bust into my room at 7am and be pulling people out of bed throwing coffee at my wall and punching people. I really like him, and he has treated me with nothing but respect and been so sweet since I met him. Can you please for me get on board?" you say to your brother

"No I can not get on board you wanna know why, I walk into my baby sisters room and see the ONE person I told her not to mess around with in her bed shirtless and you what expect me to turn and tip toe out off the room maybe put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door on my way out"

"No Tyler but I do expect you to act like a person and not a caveman, and like I told you we fell asleep watching a movie"

"WITH NO SHIRT Y/N, DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT LINE"

"EXCUSE ME WHAT LINE TYLER"

By this time you are both screaming and now have your brothers whole crew along with Javi and Kate stand there watching everything unfold. You look to your left and see Scott walking over as well.

"YOU WERE JUST WATCHING A MOVIE AND HIS SHIRT HAPPEN TO COME OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF IT"

"I'M NOT USING A LINE TYLER THATS WHAT HAPPENED WE FELL ASLEEP AND HE GOT HOT AND TOOK IT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND EVEN IF SOMETHING DID HAPPEN ITS MY ROOM AND I'M 25 YEARS OLD AND CAN DO AS I PLEASE IN MY OWN ROOM"

"I DONT CARE THAT YOU ARE 25 I'M NOT GONNA STAND BACK AND WATCH MY BABY SISTER GET HER HEART BROKEN BY FRATBOY CLARK KENT AND I PAID FOR THE ROOM I PAID FOR YOUR PLANE TICKET DOWN HERE AND YOU ARE MY LITTLE SISTER AND YOU ARE DONE SEEING HIM"

As soon as the words left his lips he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he knew he just crossed a line, he looked around at his crew and their faces told him the same thing. Before Tyler could speak you beat him to it.

"Wow Tyler I didn't know you were keeping a tab stupid me I thought this was my graduation gift from my big brother guess I was wrong" you say with tears now running down your face then you dig in your purse for your wallet. You pull out all the cash you had on you and shove it at your brother. "Heres all the cash I have its about $380 this should cover at least the plane ticket I'll get the rest for the room and anything else you paid for by the end of the day, I'll have my stuff out of the room you paid for and see if they have an open room if not I'll figure out something I'd sleep on the street at this point, thanks for the gift big brother" you turn to Boone and hand him one of the keys

"Here Boone have your own room for once give me 10 minutes to get my stuff and I'll leave the extra key on the bedside table" You turn around and start to walk away with tears running down your face, you hear your brother calling after you but you don't want to deal with him. Tyler has never in 25 years to cause your tears only dried them, he was the person you went to not the one you ran from.

"Jelly bean" Tyler yells again

"Give her space T" you hear Bonne say to your brother

Scott meets you at the stairs and walks up with you to get your things from the room you stayed in last night. While your packing your things you don't say anything the tears have stopped and at this point you feel numb to a degree, you don't fight with your brother he's your favorite person in the world so this is an all new feeling.

After you gather all your things you walk down to the front desk with Scott to see if they have an empty room.

"Can I help you ma'am" the older woman behind the desk ask

"Yes I was hoping you have an empty room I can rent for a few days" you say to the woman

"I'm so sorry ma'am with all the storm chasers and the extra people that came in from Soonersville from the storm yesterday we are all booked up but there is another hotel down the across town its about 15 miles up hwy 25"

You hold back tears and force a smile before thanking her and walking out of the office. Once outside the dam breaks and you can no longer hold back the tears you then feel Scotts strong arms wrap around you pulling you into his chest. All you think about is what you're gonna do for a place to sleep tonight. Your first instinct is to go to your brother but for the first time in your life you cant and you are feeling helpless.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do Scott, I have no place to stay I don't even have a car to get me to another hotel or to sleep in" you sob into his chest

"Baby please don't cry you have a place to sleep, you can stay in my room"

"Don't you share one with Javi tho?" you ask

"Javi wont mind you staying I promise. I'm not letting my girlfriend sleep on the street or in a hotel across alone where I cant protect her, come baby lets get get you to the room to relax and I'll go get you something to eat." Scott says kissing your forehead.

You get to Scotts room he opens the door for you to enter first. Javi sitting on his bed with his laptop, the opening of the door gets his attention and you see him look up from what ever he was doing. He sees you and Scott with your things so he gets up to help.

"They didn't have anymore rooms available and I didn't want her staying across town alone, so I told her she could crash with us at least until a room opens up, that's cool right?" Scotts looks over to Javi

"Yeah man that's not a problem, I wouldn't want her staying across town alone either"

"Thank you Javi, as soon as I room opens up I promise I'll be out of your hair" You say looking to Javi

"You can crash in here as long as you need to Dr.Owens" Javi says with a smile

Scott and Javi help you get settled after the events of the morning and the fight with your brother

"Baby I'm gonna go grab something to eat for you is there anything else you need?" Scott says coming to sit next to you.

"I'm ok I'm not really hungry but thank you , could you take my card and pull some cash from the ATM another $200 should pay Ty back the pin is 9291 hell pull out all that it will let you so I know I don't owe him anything and Javi could you take it to him please I really don't wanna see him, If he needs more just find out how much and pull it out" you say in a low voice handing Scott your card

"yeah y/n I'll give it to him" Javi said

"Sweetheart you have to eat something, so how bout we compromise I'll you get an order of those spicy tuna rolls we had last night and you can put them in the refrigerator for when you get hungry later hows that " Scott says running his hand through your hair

"ok" You smile up at your boyfriend with tears in your eyes

"Also keep your money I'll draw some out from my personal account for Javi to give him" Scott says handing back your card

"Scott no I cant let you do that, that's to much money you are already letting me stay in yalls room, I cant be a freeloader to yall too I have the money I promise"

"You are not a freeloader I want to do this for you, you've been through enough today, if it makes you feel better I'll let you buy me a coffee in the morning" Scott says with a wink

Before you can say another word Scott gives you a kiss before him and Javi leave, when you hear the door close behind you let the tears fall once again. What you thought was gonna be a great time with your brother has turned into a nightmare with your brother. You grab the remote and flip thru the channels until you land on some movie, you lay there watching it until you feel the morning catching up to you and you fall asleep

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It's been about a month since your fight with your brother and he has been nonstop blowing up your phone but you were still so hurt that you just weren't ready to talk to him or see him. This was the longest time you have ever gone not talking to your brother and it was killing you, you missed your big brother but the words he yelled at you kept replying in your head. You also haven't done but 2 chases with Scott you have been mainly staying behind the scenes reading the data reports and radars for both teams again just another way to avoid your brother.

You moved hotels a few times and was back in a room to yourself, with some over night sleepovers with Scott. Things between you and Scott were going amazing and despite the fight with your brother you couldn't be happier. The two of you were still taking things slow nothing beyond some heated makeouts and getting a little handsy.

You were sitting in your room waiting for Scott to get done with their chase and texting Casey and Ashleigh in a group text

🩷Casey💛: Have you slept with him yet y/n😉

💛Ashleigh🩷: Oh I want details😉😉

Y/N: Yall no we have not had sex yet but plenty of making out and touching🫣

💛Ashleigh🩷: Is he a good kisser?

🩷Casey💛: And what do you mean touching?

💛Ashleigh🩷: Ohhhh I wanna know that too🤗

🩷Casey💛: Under the clothes or on top of the clothes🤔

💛Ashleigh🩷: Please tell us y/n we're your sisters and from the pictures you have sent he's so hot!🔥

Y/N: GIRLS lol ok ok I'll throw yall a bone, Yes is a very good kisser the best kisser EVER we spend hours making out😍, and as far as the touching its been a mix of both but we stop before it goes to far. But i love waking up in his arms he makes me feel safe like nothing bad can happen as long as hes beside me🥰

🩷Casey💛: AWWWWW my zeta bata little sis is in love ❤️ have you told him yet

💛Ashleigh🩷: I love LOVE❤️😁

Y/N: no I haven't said the words yet I don't know if he feels the same and I don't wanna scare him off I have never felt this way before I really see it all with him

🩷Casey💛: if you want my advice tell him the way you feel talk about him and the looks I see him giving you in all those pictures he totally feels the same, take a chance

💛Ashleigh🩷: I totally agree with Casey, you need to tell him you cant keep it in forever. Now have you and your hot brother made up yet?

Y/N: No thats a whole other story...

After another hour of texting your ZBZ sisters about the whole ordeal with your brother and what they are up too the door opens and Scott walks in looking tired but oh so sexy

"Hey babygirl " he greets you with a kiss on the forehead before putting his things down

"Hey baby" you smile standing up to wrap your arms around him pulling him down to your level in a heated kiss before pulling away and lightly pushing him down on the bed and straddle his lap.

"I like coming home to this baby"

"Oh well you are gonna love this" you say before running your hands through his hair and pulling him into another kiss this one with more passion and heat. He swipe his tongue over your bottom lip and you open granting him permission. He runs his hands up and down your back and under your shirt. You tug at his hair and a little moan slips out and you take advantage of and take his bottom lip between your teeth. Scott starts to kiss down your neck and nip at your pulses points and a moan leaves your mouth. All of a sudden Scott pulls away and looks at you.

"I love you y/n, I know it's only been a month and its ok if you don't feel the same but I couldn't go another second without telling you"

You stare at him in shock with tears forming before you speak up

"I love you too Scott"

Scott smiles back at you before flipping you on your back and hovers over you before pressing his lips to yours, in a kiss so heated and so full of passion your mind goes blank and the breath is stolen from your lungs. Just as things are really getting heated there is a knock at your door. You and Scott pull away and sigh as he rest his head on yours.

"I'll get it" you tell Scott as he rolls off of you and on to the bed.

You open the door and are face to face with your brother for the first time since your fight a month ago

"Tyler" you say arms folded over your chest

"I'm so sorry Jelly bean"

[nutellaenjoyer]

RECCOMMEND SOME BALUGO CENTRIC FANDIC ON AO3 PLEASE. IM STARVED HAHA

Alright I wasn't sure what centric meant so I googled and it was from like his POV but I'm still not really sure 😅

All the fics I read are x reader and povs usually change in those fics from his and reader's

So we have andypantsx3 they are amazingly good and there are several Bakugou stories like:

cover shot (through the heart)

war paint

incendiary

savvy

defiant

statistically significant

(first two are personal favourites)

There are also couple of one shots but one that really sticks out for me is abs-olutely worth it

There is also Letters from Katsuki by shigarakith

(slight spoiler: prepare a tissue box but it's so worth it)

I aslo loved Heartless Sweetheart by Gukyu on ao3

I WILL RECOMMEND MORE IF YOU WANT MORE I JUST NEED TO REMEMBER WHAT I READ I HAVE IT ALL SAVED😭😭😭

I HAVE READ LIKE MILLIONS OF FICS😭😭😭

[little-monsters26]

Listen here

I was just thinking of the silly idea that if Romeo and Carlo/P dated, since Romeo is the King of Puppet that would make Carlo/P the Queen. But then I realised that this statement as some truth in it compared to chess : in chess the King is the most important piece in the game and if attacked you lose - it made me think of when we beat Romeo suddenly the other puppets didn't have anyone to guide them and the monster took over (aslo the King don't move often just like Romeo is practically always in the Estella Opera House) , as for the Queen she is the most powerful piece in the game and can go practically however she likes - which made me think of Carlo/P who move around the city and defeat everyone in his way. They are also some other things that make me think of this but if I go on I'm going to rumble and this will take forever to read.

I also like to see the whole story of Lies of P as a giant chessboard with two side opposing each other : one is Simon and the monster, the other is Geppetto and the puppets. With how manipulative they both are I find it interesting.

Might talk more about the other characters as chess piece and their importance in the story so tell me if you would like it.

[dejwritesarchived]

DEBT, CHAPTER 12

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, oc x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, naoya zenin x reader

➣ chapter summary: diving into the past of y/n and asahi's relationship and the start of y/n and her father's crumbling relationship.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @ceeriusly-dumb @galaxness @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @todo7roki @whatdidhesayyyy @protectpancakes @hellavile @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrll @aasouthteranoswife @caribbeanwifey19 @lilith412426

[ masterlist + previous + you can aslo read it on ao3 + click here to see how asahi looks ]

SORE LIMBS WRAPPED AROUND EACH OTHER WHILE THE SUN WAS FINALLY RISING. You couldn’t help but stare at how stunning he looked while sleeping. The way his chest would rise up and down. Or the way he would let out a soft snore. You obviously couldn’t get over how his hair was all over the place. Was it weird to be watching him sleep? Maybe, but he looked so at peace compared to the previous night when he invited you over. You knew that Asahi Endo was dangerous, and like every perilous man, it was most likely a hazardous occupation behind it. You chose not to ask questions about his profession, but this man had practically every body part of yours in his mouth before, and you didn’t know much about him.

You knew he had money, lots of it. He was well respected in a lot of districts in Japan. He was very popular with the ladies because of that charming smile he wasn’t afraid to flash. But you still didn’t know much about him. He hasn’t even told you how he got the scar that decorated the front of his neck. You assumed that the person that did it to him wanted him dead. It caused a chill to tumble down your spine, thinking of what things Asahi could have done to have a person attempt to take his life away.

“You’re staring at it again,” His deep groggy voice interrupted your thoughts as his eyes slowly opened.

Your skin heats up, seeing those pair of hazel eyes that left you breathless. You averted your eyes elsewhere, but Asahi lifted your face to look at him again. “If you’re curious, you could have asked.” His arms snake around your waist to bring you closer.

“Okay, how’d you get the scar?” You bluntly asked. “And I don’t want any one-line story either.”

“Well, when I was around eighteen—someone tried to kill me.” He admitted.

“Now, what enemies could an eighteen-year-old have?” You asked. You wiggled your way out of his grasp to sit up, covering your bare body.

“I mean, I was just starting to work for an important guy to help my mom out,” Asahi admitted. “I just assumed this guy had enemies, and since I worked for him, I had enemies also.” Asahi adds.

“I was sleeping at my mom's house since I was so busy with this new little job that I wasn’t sleeping properly. You know how moms get when they see how sleep-deprived you are. I remember leaving the window open that night. They must have gotten in through the window. My mother heard the commotion, and he ran off. I mean, the fucker could have ended my life, but I’m positive whoever sent the guy sent a complete amateur, and they didn’t cut deep enough. I’m glad he didn't hurt my mom, you know.”

“Hm, but did you ever catch the person who did it to you? If you were working with an important guy?” You asked.

“Of course. However, it took longer than I expected. But it did shock me to find out who he worked for, and it made sense. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the man I worked for.” “So, does that answer your question?” Asahi answered, and you could feel his fingertips tracing your bare back.

You still had so many questions. Not about his scar, but about him. If he was in such a position, he must have become close to this vital guy who gave him a job so young. He could snap his fingers for someone to light up a cigar, and about five lighters flicker in front of him. But you ignored it. You felt like clawing your way to know more about him would only land you in some deep shit later on, so perhaps it was better for you to know as little about him as possible. Just enjoy the joyride of being his pretty fling that gets spoiled.

You shook your head before smiling at him, “Thanks for telling me that.”

“Anything for you, now c’mere,” He says with a grin.

“I’m not kissing you because of your fuckin’ morning breath, Asahi,” You giggle, but soon a yelp escaped from your lips as he grabbed you.

You were now trapped under his toned body, wholly pinned down and vulnerable. You could feel Asahi’s dick pressing against the inside of your bare thigh, and you let out a weary sigh. Your innocent eyes stared up at his cunning ones, and once again, he left you breathless. “You mentioned an early meeting with someone. Do you want to start something you won’t be able to finish?” You asked.

You could feel him reach in between your bodies. The pad of his fingers rubbed against your pussy lips, feeling just how wet you were. You grasped upon his body due to his actions and let out a sigh of relief. Asashi chuckled while grabbing his dick to line up with your entrance. He’s leaning down to pepper your neck with soft kisses. The tip of his cock tapped at your entrance, but he refused to put it in because he adored teasing you. “You tell me?” He questioned.

“So you’re just going to be a teasin’ asshole?” You questioned.

“It’s fun,” He said before he entrapped your lips with a kiss before finally indulging in stuffing you with his cock.

Asahi’s hands roamed over your body as if it would be his last day. He didn’t leave any part untouched when he was caressing your body. His hips drove forward in a rhythmic way that had your toes curling. He pulled away to watch how your mouth gasped apart upon each push of his hips.

“Hey, Asahi! Our meeting is in forty-five minutes, and we must travel quite far. So I hope your ass is up and ready.” A voice behind Asahi’s bedroom door said.

You were very familiar with the voice. It was one of his right-hand men, Daisuke. You wouldn’t see one without seeing the other not too far behind. They were practically two peas in a pod. What was he doing interrupting such a heated moment? You had no clue.

Through breathless pants, You glanced up at Asahi. “He has a key to your apartment?” Your words came out like a broken record causing the man to chuckle.

“He’s my wakagashira. Of course, he does.” Asahi leans down to smother your neck with kisses and nibbles. “Let him know I’m not alone.” with that comment, Asahi’s hips ram forward a little harder causing you to yelp out.

“Fuck Asahi.” You moan out.

At this point, your perfectly manicured nails claw at the oni samurai tattoo that imprinted his back. Your moans were like a sweet melody in Asahi’s ear, a mere motivation for him to please you even better. The lewd squelching noise of how wet you were getting with each thrust caused Asahi to be so pussydrunk that his brain felt like he was on cloud nine. His large hand pushed your thighs apart just to have more room before his strokes slowed down. His hips began to rock at a slow and sensual pace that managed for your orgasm to explode. The sensational feeling caused your thighs to quiver, but that didn’t stop Asahi from making love to you through your orgasm. He pulled you into an intense kiss before he pulled out, and soon you felt his thick ropes of cum shoot out on your tummy.

You adored seeing Asahi’s face when he was cumming. It was a perfect sight as he was being tugged off the temporary cloud of pleasure. His groans always came out so whiny, and he would always mumble something in Japanese that you didn’t understand at first but soon found out it meant my love.

You stayed there for a moment before Asahi climbed off you to get a towel. He came back with a wet cloth to quickly clean you up, he was going to his room door, and when Asahi peeked through the small crack of it, not wanting to flash his friend, he smiled at Daisuke. “I promise I’ll be ready soon.”

“Yeah, whatever, asshole. Goodmorning Y/N!” Daisuke yelled as he was walking towards the kitchen.

“Good morning.” You said.

You reached on the floor to tug on the shirt Asahi had on last night. You yawned before speaking, “I have a long shift tonight, so I think I’m going to stay at my place tonight.” You said.

You followed after him into his walk-in closet. You never expected to have a side in his closet, but he offered it to you. Especially considering you have been staying over a lot. Although there wasn't much on your side of the walk-in closet—it was still enough clothes for you to shower and change in until you made it home.

“Okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be with what I have to do anyway. This meeting and then have to sit down with Daisuke about debt reports. I’m going to be quite busy,” Asahi answered as he stepped toward you. “So, don't be alarmed if you can’t reach me.” He added.

“I know,” Your lips form a cute pout that Asahi’s pecking his lips on before searching for something to wear.

“Do you want me to send a driver to pick you up and drop you off at home after work?” Asahi asked. “You know how I feel about you driving home so late and the neighborhood you live in,” He says.

“I’ll be okay.” You answered.

You finally found the black suede tracksuit you were searching for. You grabbed the other things you needed and left the closet. The two of you quickly got ready after showering, and when you finally left the master bedroom of Asahi’s place, Daisuke was in the kitchen going through Asahi’s fridge.

“I’m starting to think your fuckin’ boyfriend doesn’t feed you,” Asahi sighed as he looked at his friend, who was shoving his mouth with grapes.

“He would have made me breakfast if we didn’t have a meeting with those Russians,” Daisuke closed the fridge after grabbing a bottle of water. “We have to drop Y/N off?” His eyes looked at you.

“Yeah, just drop her off at her place, and we’ll be on our way” His arms snake around your shoulder as you smile at Daisuke.

“Okay, only because I kinda like her better than you.” Daisuke walked towards the front door after you let out a snicker.

“He’s such an asshole.” Asahi uttered.

You didn’t even notice that Asahi had taken your hand to intertwine your fingers with his as he led you out of his place. You noticed how well-dressed the two were when you stepped into the elevator. Although the two had two different types of styles, you could tell that they were associated with each other. Maybe it was the matching Rolex watches? You couldn’t quite tell.

“Have you two always known each other?” You asked just in time as the elevator started moving.

“Since we were young and dumb,” Daisuke sighed. “Been a pain in my ass since we were teenagers. We worked for the same guy and just kinda worked our way up,” He explained as the elevator stopped on the main floor.

You let go of Asahi’s hand to attempt to catch up to Daisuke. You were curious to know more, especially when Asahi didn’t give you much about his past. You just learned about his scar this morning.

“The rest was history.” Daisuke sighed. “That man once pulled a bullet out my shoulder.” He said. “And stabbed a guy in the knee in a bar for being homophobic towards me.”

Your lips gasped apart as the three of you waited for the valet person to fetch Daisuke’s car. “He did what?” Your eyes darted from Daisuke to Asashi, who was staring at you as if what Daisuke said was customary to do every day.

“We were about twenty-one when that happened. Our boss had to bail us out of jail.” Daisuke saw his car get parked in front of them.

Daisuke got into the driver’s side, and before you could climb into the backseat, Asahi stopped you. “I hope what he’s telling you doesn’t like scare you away. We were reckless back then—but we’re not like that anymore. We have to think with our brains and not our temper.” He explained.

Your eyes met with his hazel ones before you leaned up to kiss the corner of his lip. “You’re not going to scare me away that easy.” You smiled at him before he helped you in the car so the two could drop you off at home.

“So, do your boyfriend know what you do?” You asked Daisuke as he was driving.

“He does because his family has been the gang’s doctors for years,” Daisuke explained.

“Did you two meet while you were hurt or something? That’s so sweet.” You squeal in excitement at the feeling before you lean back in your seat. “If only Asahi and I met in such a romantic way.”

“Hey! I think how we met was very romantic.” Asahi chuckled as he tucked strands of his hair behind his ear.

“Where did you two meet anyway? I mean, Asahi, never used to shut up about you before I officially met you. However, I never knew how you two met.” Daisuke stopped at a red light, and he looked at his friend in the passenger seat and then at you in the rearview mirror.

“It was nothing too romantic, just a strip club.” You gave him a cheeky grin that he couldn’t help but return.

“So, you’re the girl he would spend hours in that club for,” Daisuke starts driving again. “How romantic…” His voice trails off.

Asahi looks at you with a smirk, “I told you it was romantic.”

“So, Y/N. Was always stripping something you wanted to do? If you mind me asking.” Daisuke asked.

The truth was, it wasn’t. You auditioned because you needed money quickly because of your mother’s death and just stuck with it. You swallowed the large lump that formed in your throat, realizing that you didn’t give him an answer to the question. “No, it just was something I did to help pay off my mom’s funeral expenses. I kinda just stuck with it afterward.”

It grew quiet in the car, and Asahi broke the silence. He didn’t have a clue about your mother. Similar to how Asahi didn’t tell you much about his past or his family—you did the same thing. He didn’t know that your mother passed away and your father didn’t have money to help bury her. Or the fact that you haven’t seen your father in a while. He usually disappears and pops up in your life randomly.

“I’m sorry about your loss.” Asahi said.

You felt the car stop and glanced out the window seeing your apartment complex. You smile at the two, “It’s okay. She’s probably rolling around in her grave about me stripping. But as long as I’m happy, she will be happy. Thanks for the ride. You two better be safe during this meeting.” You climbed out of the car before they could utter another word.

As you walked towards your complex’s entrance, Daisuke’s car horn stopped you. You glanced back to see Asahi rolling down the window to tell you something.

“No, goodbye kiss?” Asahi’s eyebrows knitted together playfully.

You rolled your eyes at his comment as you walked back toward him. You leaned down and kissed him on the lips. You made the kiss—short and brief, just enough for him to get a taste of the lip gloss you had on. “Goodbye, Asahi.” You push his head back into the car and walk toward your apartment again.

You waved at one of your neighbors in the mail room just as you entered it to check if you had any mail.

“Oh, your father is waiting at your apartment. I told him you weren’t home, and then he proceeded to ask if I knew where your spare key was,” Your neighbor admitted while they were flipping through their mail.

A tired sigh escaped your mouth as you collected your mail, “Thank you for giving me a heads up.” You smiled at them as you hurried to your apartment.

When you made it to your apartment, the sight of your father carelessly searching for your house key made you roll your eyes in annoyance. You never hide your spare key anywhere that someone would assume where it was. You hated to admit that when your mother passed away—something shifted when it came to your father. Anyone who lost the love of their life would be off also. You swept the feeling under the rug due to his grieving. However, he wasn’t himself. You assumed it was drugs, but he swore up and down that he wasn’t on anything.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

That was a stupid question. He always came to you for money. He was your father, after all, and it was your mother’s dying wish to make sure he was okay. He always came to you for money.

“I can’t come and see my daughter?” Your father watched as you unlocked your door.

Just as you were about to open it, you realized that if he was here for money—it was no point for you to even let him in your apartment. He no longer deserved to be in your safe space anymore.

“How much do you need?” You asked.

His lips parted to speak as if your words offended him, but he’s still mumbling an amount with desperation and need. You sighed, pulling out your wallet to give him cash before looking at him, “Dad, don’t come to see me anymore if this is what you’re going to continue to ask for. It’s plenty of jobs out there you can go get.”

“Do you really think they’ll hire foreigners like me?” Your father asked.

Your comment upset him. You pressed your back against your door and stared at him. “I’m just saying, you blew the insurance money, and now you’re leeching on me.”

“Leeching?”

“Yes, leeching. It’s exhausting coming to my apartment and having my neighbor tell me my father is desperately trying to get into it. What do you need the money for? Is it drugs?” You asked. “Are you on drugs, daddy?”

You felt your body go through a massive heat wave realizing that you were finally voicing your opinion. You could cut the tension between yourself and your father with a knife, and you knew that your neighbors could hear. You watched him sigh as he didn’t say anything—he took your money and walked away. The two of you never had disagreements like this. The last one was over where you worked, but he never got upset. He still made sure you were okay and checked up on you. After all, you were still his little girl.

And that was the last time you saw your father.

[greycappedjester]

I know it’s a lot of characters to sort but if you don’t mind sharing, where would you say the people in the DA fall in the spectrum of trust and fondness for Headmaster Ukai? On one side we have Oikawa who definitely does not trust or seemingly like him, and then we have Noya (I think?) who suggested the name Ukai’s army so he probably has some degree of trust/fondness for him. Where do most of the characters fall within that scale?

Oooh good question! I'd say it's currently*...

*in the 5th story for people who come across this post later. Since this list will certainly change

Least Trust:

1.) Oikawa-he doesn't trust practically anyone rn outside of his small group of friends and he especially doesn't trust people in authority and 2x especially anyone who was involved in the last war. Oikawa lives in rage and is definitely curently #1 to Stab an Authority Figure in their Sleep

2.) Daishou-this is definitely a lot less than Oikawa but I'd still say he'd be next in list sicne he is 1.) a Slytherin who aren't the most trusting bunch to begin with, 2.) raised around Uncle/Minister who never trusted Ukai and would likely let some of that slip, 3.) Knows how much of a fake his Uncle/Minister is and likely thinks Ukai as the other major war general hero is much the same

3.) Iwaizumi-oddly not because of that thing with the 2nd Task but that didn't help. Nah, Iwa-chan still definitely holds a grudge about that thing with Oikawa and the veritaserum from the begginning of 4th...even tho technically Oikawa took that by semi-choice

4.) Kuroo-similar to Daishou, he's way too familiar with politicians with fake public faces. Nothing really aganist Ukai in particular, just not big on public people who everyone seems to praise (which Ukai definitely was as a war general hero before this year with all the bad press aganist Hogwarts)

Ambivalent Range ie The I'm Just Not That Trustfull Bunch:

5.) Mika-matches up with Daishou in that she's not too trusting of anyone who technically has powr over her (by being her Headmaster)

6.) Yaku- Teenage Curmudgen(TM)

7.) Tsukishima- Teenage Misanthrope (TM)....ranks more trusting than Yaku since Tsuki's experience with Minister last year made his ostensible rival (the Headmaster) look better by comparison

8.) Makki & Matsu- Come On We're Still Slytherins Duo....really it's just that they have a bone deep rebellious streak and a long history of pranking

He's Alright, I Guess? Range:

9.) Kenma- Has genuinely never thought of the Headmaster much

10.) Ennoshita- Headmaster's way better than the Minister...2nd least trusting of the Crows so he sitll holds some resentment because of how the werewolf stuff was handled in 3rd story but likes that the Headmaster was able to keep it a secret from the press and student body

11.) Amani- Is a pretty friendly person in general

12.) Shimizu- Certified Teacher Friend (in a good, non-suck up way). I mean, come on, she's been a library assistant for forever. She was 100% the kid on the playground who would rather sit by the tachers and read quietly (this was me in elementary btw). She desn't really know the Headmaster but has genrally positive feelings towards the Hogwarts faculty

13. ) Yamaguchi- 3rd least trusting of Crows, too much time around Tsuki. Still has complicated feelings about 3rd story stuff. Pretty similar to Ennoshita, but Yamaguchi was raised more in the wizarding world so still has more of the Ukai-Great-War-General vibes

14.) Kageyama-Wait, what does this have to do about Quidditch?

Yes, I like Him Range:

15.) Yachi- "While there are some things I feel complicated about [insets paragraph] I also accept that human beigns are naturally flawed and that becasue he also did many good things like [inserts multiple paragraphs], I generally feel that our Headmaster is a good person though subject to human flaws as we all are" (Questioner has long since tuned out). Basically, Yachi's a good egg who recognizes flaws but aslo that everyone's a bit complicated

16.) Daichi-Genuinely appreciative of everything he's done for Asahi to let him attend and cover up aspects of what happened in 3rd.

The You Could Stab Me And I'd Say "Hey, You Dropped Your Knife" Crew....ie the just really trusting in genral bunch

17.) Bokuto- :)

18.) Hinata- :) (Oikawa voice in the background): He drugged you and left you in a forest! Hinata: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Headmaster is a Badass! Group/ Most Trusting and Genuinely Admire Him:

19.) Lev-Dude, Headmaster Ukai fought aganist the Giant! He's Awesome (But Scary)

20.) Tanaka- complicated family history which makes him greatly look up to a hero of the war who put a lot of Ghosts behind bars

21.) Asahi- Is very appreciative of Ukai for letting him attend Hogwarts and helping him with all the necessary paperwork

22.) Suga-Is so adamantly aganist his family's legacy that it fuels a bit of a blind side of viewing Headmaster's faults. He really does have some very secific blinders that come on when it comes to his family legacy. Overly trust figure of the oposite side is likely one of them.

23.) Noya- 2x admiration since Ukai also helped his uncle get in when he was a student and then helped Asahi and just in general has been just very cool about helping students of various creature legacies (like veelas, werewolves, dhampir, etc) into Hogwarts. Also Ukai's a war hero

Bonus:

Akaashi-who needs trust when I've got foresight?

In other words, Akaashi's too weird on what "trust" as a concept even is to put him on this list. How do you view trust when you genrally know for a sorta-fact how people will behave?

[blacksgarden]

Just send a boob your way, I seriously have no idea what it is but you're just a boob, I found out that me and our Prongsy boi have birthdays on the same day, And it made me sooo happy, I aslo asked one ask to Lilly you know @thebestofoneshots, if she would like to write a wolfstar x bday reader on my bday, and I feel like I'm asking for to much, bc I know how much there is on her mind lately, with Remus as a priest, I love the idea and I'm dyeing(omg I feel like I did not spell that correct)over GC bc I love it soooooooo much it is hard to explain how much I love it. But this week has been pretty good, i've started listening to all the young dudes on Spotify because i don't want to read it and i love it so much i think i stared on saturday and i'm already at chapter 23 i love her reading it so much.

Now I must go I also wanted to say that you can always send asks my way if you help with something or need to talk your heart out I'm here and I'm online a lot. Bye,

I'm gonna take the boob thing very positively 😭😭😭 Like yes, calling someone a boob is insulting, but I've always wondered why? It's a human body part? What's so insulting about it? We gotta change it to a positive meaning here, people. Where my Gen Z's at when you need 'em sighs

But yes, I can very much understand why you called me a boob and what exactly you meant by it so thank you, darling! ALSO, I didn't know you shared a birthday with James! Happy super belated Birthday, luv! I'm so late to answer this ask too, therefore so late to wish you... 🥲 Very sorry about that.

And don't fret too much over annoying @thebestofoneshots with asks. She absolutely loves them, I've learnt that myself when I felt I was annoying her too. (I've sent her asks myself, but either I forget to send them or they just get lost in her inbox but it's all good 🤣). Plus, I'm right! 😃 She did write that one-shot for you, and I'm very happy for you that you got a one-shot as a gift!

Also, I know how you feel about ATYD. It's definitely a lot of chapters, plus with the MsKingBean89's oc story also weaving in between the main book definitely gets confusing. If you ever do plan on reading it, I'll tell you now, it's definitely worth it.

I've just been caught up reading this amazing series by Sarah J. Maas, called A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR). Absolutely brilliant. Best decision I've made to read that series. It's just so- urgh. It's infuriatingly good. Read it with such speed, could've been the Flash (not that fast, but you get what I mean). You can check it out if you want to, just felt like sharing 🤭

Thanks for the asks as always, darling. I'll be sure to drop you some as well 😉

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

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This is another OC but not totally OC from my Diablo fic, and my favorite character to write on the 1st and part of the 2nd act.

I know my characters don't interest people but well, I have fun drawing them in reverse. I don't need to make them look someone because there are no actor playing them and not that many official artworks. Aslo I invented so much lore for Diablo universe for my story that they live free in me.

Jarzeth : the name is wrong to the canon because the first games didn't have much voices and names weren't always pronouced. So my brain registered a wrong spelling because I pronounced it badly.

Anyway... Jarzeth is a genius mage of the Vizjerei Brotherhood clan but got his powers in a very twisted way, being an experiment rat lab for other Vizjereis. In my lore, magic can be bent from two sources, chaos and primordial energy. Chaos magic is usually used by humans through written words. You need to form the glyph to manifest and channel the power. Jarzeth was forbidden to learn anything, especially reading and writing. But he observed and, in the dark when his masters didn't look, he repeated the brush mouvement of the letters with his whole body. He learned words and magic in silence, through dance.

Dance and body writing is something that other Vizjereis and other mages or sorceress do, but Jarzeth mastered this to another level, because this was his own special language and almost no-one could read the glyphs from his mouvements. He could form several words in the same time and mix them instinctively in abnormal ways.

He has a very tragic story.

Male. Heterosexual. Black skinned. Bald. Golden eyes.

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Hello, i'm cheese anon's evil (not really) alter ego, theorist anon and i've come here to tell you my theory or uhh... actually personal hc of what happend to bruno (headcanons are like theorys but less fancy shut >:[), (i tweaked it a bit to fit your context just a tad better as i have some ideas with how you portrayed bruno (or well part of him))

SO. First of all i have to say i liked the uniform you gave bruno, very cute tbh, but more than pizzeria it's giving ice cream or candy shop thb, not that is a bad thing just saying so uhh fuck it pizzeria no more he runs an ice cream shop now in me mind

OK WITH THAT OUT THE WAY NOW WE FR THIS TIME.

Ok so. Once upon a time this italian guy called Bruno runed an ice cream shop with his wife, pizzahead saw how succesful they were on their own and said "shiiid imma need that" so he made a deal with the happy couple. BUT then he tried to bribe and trick them into giving up pretty much all rights to uhh.. i don't have a name for the ice cream shop actually lmao, just think of amything. anyways, they said no bc the ice cream shop was something they hold very dear to them, they have been saving for this for literal years and risked it all to get it running so who would want to give it all out like that really? But pisshead can't accept a no for an answer so what did he did? He just killed them in the spot. If they aren't gonna sing these papers might as well just kill the guys so they stop growing you know? He cannot afford ANY sort of competition (even tho he sells horrible pizzas and they are a fucking ice cream shop). But then he realizes "shit i fucked up imma get sued" so he just tried to recreate bruno using his brain as a base, couldn't replicate the wife tho, he accidentally shot her in the brain without thinking he would have to clone her too oops.

Anyways they go thru the cloning process but uh oh the clone isn't perfect, guy doesn't even remember who he was. The solution? Lie that they sold their shop and flew out the country with the money without telling anyone, aslo they changed their numbers you cannot find them ^-^. Btw the shop closed down literal months after he "acquired" the shop, the ice cream was bad it tasted like pizza :(.

That gets us to today, pizzahead now found some new guy to torment and since he had the clone laying around he just kind of managed to make it change looks so it can look like peppino and then used them as a boss on his tower.

Ok i'm done talking :] hope you like this mess of a theory imma go, cheese bitch wants to take control again mkay bye was a plessure to speak to ya'll <3

(Ohohoho, Theorist Anon! What a delight to read!

I cannot confirm nor deny your theory, but I will say that part of it is pretty spot-on! And it's generally an interesting story regardless!

Just some silly and goofy pizza man absolutely snapping and killing a couple bc he's a jealous bitch, and then he goes 'whoopsie daisy' and remakes one of them, and uses them to torment another guy??? Incredible

If dear Cheese Anon allows you to return, I'd love to read any more theories you have! (And I will continue to smugly grin as I do not confirm nor deny them)

ALSO, I totally get the ice cream shop vibes from the outfit, not intentional, but it is very funny to imagine Pizzahead taking over a non-pizza related place and making bad pizzas or pizza-flavoured ice cream!

Who knows! Maybe the tower warped Bruno's Ice Cream to Bruno's Pizza, bc it is Pizza tower and not Ice Cream tower hehe

Also, Pep does love ice cream, but that's maybe unrelated!)

[nitewrighter]

Hi! I'm very new to the overwatch Fandom and am currently obsessing over your fan kids (specifically Seye bc I don't see a lot of doom content and I love him) ANYWAY, doomfist does die, right? If so, who is it that kills him, and how do Seye and his mother react? I did read the post about Seye eventually destroying the doomfist with some help, but am super curious about some of what happens in between and after :>

Wow! Asks that make me dig through my ancient 'Marsey' tag.

To be honest, I used to be SUPER protective and vague when it came to stuff at this stage of the story I wanted to tell with my fankids, and was also being sadly dangled along by Blizzard's breadcrumbs of lore---I was in a dance with Blizzard where, I did have a very strong idea of how I wanted the story to end, but I was also dependent on Blizzard for canon lore so that I could make my ending the most accurate, the most satisfying. But seeing as there's basically only lore drops now because Blizzard no longer gives a shit about continuity or quality, and basically the cast has expanded so much since I initially plotted it out that I'll probably have to reconfigure this ending in some capacity anyway, I can talk about it now.

Basically there were two avenues I could have taken with Doomfist, the first one, that actually had those Marsey fics, where it was basically a 'continuation' of the Doomfist cycle, that is, some guy challenges Doomfist for the gauntlet and is able to kill him and take the gauntlet, which obviously puts Seye into a lurch as Doomfist's son and the previously assumed successor. I literally didn't have a name for this would-be killer, and in a way, it didn't really matter because you as the reader weren't supposed to see Doomfist's killer as the rightful bearer of the mantle and Seye's whole arc would be defeating this guy (with Marti's help) and then basically shutting down the weird Metal Gear-esque war cult that's risen around the Doomfist gauntlet as a symbol.

The other option was that Doomfist would be killed in the Final Battle™ at Nepal by... drumroll... Junkrat and Roadhog. NOW BEFORE YOU YELL AT ME, Junkrat and Roadhog would also die in this fight. Roadhog would die before Junkrat, but Junkrat would basically be talking to a very clearly bled-out-past-the-point-of-no-return-and-unconscious Roadie like, "It's okay, Roadie, you can take a nap. I can wrap this up," Before pulling all of the pins on all the grenades on his little chest harness while clinging onto Doomfist. Okay you can yell at me more now. But mostly I loved the combination of dramatic irony of Doomfist being consumed in these fires of chaos, and of the ~Junkers~ of all people going out in a blaze of glory against one of Overwatch's Final Bosses. I had this in my brain for years before Junkrat even got his "I killed the Doomfist!!" elimination line, btw. Doomfist views conflict as its own sort of order, but ends up getting killed by the wacky Mad Max randos who have kind of been the comic relief this whole time. Basically the fact that the Doomfist gauntlet itself would also be destroyed in this kind of fight would aslo be the thing that ends the cycle. That was also the battle that was vaguely referenced in this fic.

In both potential deaths for Doomfist, Seye becomes disillusioned enough with Talon as an organization to basically split off and form his own splinter mercenary organization (I was going to use my Talon Goon OC's as his starting lineup, haha), and he also attempts to create his own mantle as "Earthshaker" but he's still deeply affected by Doomfist's death because that's so much of his identity and he's had this enormous fear of irrelevance all of his life. Like this isn't just the grief of losing a father, this is the threat of oblivion that he's dreaded his entire life. As for Seye's mother, Tejuka, it's less of a blow to her--she more or less came to terms with the fact that Doomfist really doesn't have the philosophy or lifestyle to "go peacefully in his sleep," and that's one of the reasons why they divorced and she put so much effort into grooming Seye to actually be the successor of Ogundimu Prosthetics. Dying is easy, living's harder, etc, etc.

[stars-sakuras-and-heartbreaks]

Jsut found out we've been posted to r/SystemsCringe!

Teh post can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/SystemsCringe/comments/1bdc9vi/eddsworld_alter_hacks_friends_account_blames - we like to read the posts here and see if any accounts we like have been posted... and we didn't expect to see oursleves!!!!! Teehee!!!! >w<

Also, I need to tga my dear friend, @thegardengrows-infrozenrain - they've unfortunately put your post there too, at the end... :( ButI know you guys can take the heat! You'ev done it before and yuo can do it again!!!!!!!

-✨❀

P.S. Yes, the capton they pu ton th screenshot of Ry's post is correct, "Making fun of a bad fanfiction is transphobic"! He literally says that the people are listed via Shinigami Eyes (an broeser extesion he introduced us to, 'cause he uses it and it helps a ton!) as bad, and aslo, that the story is iterally oart of his idetnity as a transmasc!!!!!!!!!!!!! It really is trasnphobic!!!!

P.P.S. Not that you meant it that way!!!!!! You jerks and your sarcasm... >m<

[ju1ian]

AHH!!! Gosh I finally read the last chapter ohh my gosh im so glad everything is going good and everyones happy I genuinely started crying a bit there because I was so happy UGHHH I CANNOT BELIEVE ITS BASICALLY OVER NOW IT FEELS LIKE LITERALLY A FEW DAYS AGO A FOUND IT FOR THE FIRST TIME 😭 this has to be one of my favorite stories ive ever read. Like ever. Im so attached to Dave i need to chew on him. Gosh anyways im sad to see them go but im so incredibly happy they're all happy and :3333 YIPPIIEEE also aslo omg HELP ME I SCREAMED WHEN JAMES PROPOSED i can only imagine the look on his face when dave started laughing IM GIGGLINGG BWHAHAHA also sorry for the lack of punctuation im too excited to get all punctuational or whatever 😣

God I know I can't believe it's pretty much over 😭😭 it's by far my most important and most fulfilling fic I've ever written, and I am gonna miss writing it so much 😭😭

I'm really hoping everyone will be satisfied with the epilogue!

Thanks so much for reading and sticking with the fic all this time!!! I really have appreciated it! 💖💖💖

[nicosraf]

Hello beautiful angel boy! I just finished AMB a few days ago, and wow... that was insane. Im tramatized. This has become my favorite book ever. I want to eat it

The reason I got into AMB (besides my massive hyperfixation on angels and demons) was because im working on a Lucifer x Michael story of my own! (its still early on, Im not even sure what medium I want to use yet.) It was really cool reading through AMB and seeing the differences and similarities between it and my story.

When I first heard about it I immediately told my friend because we are both super into angelology and demonology. We read it at the same time, and everyday we would furiously hyperfixate together on what we read the night before.

Seriously though, that was one of (if not) the best book Ive ever read. Your language is seriously stunning.

I super hyped for Angels and Man! I hope you have an amazing day beautiful angel boy!!

Ps, you said you have a discord server? :>

Aaahh thank you so much for reading! I'm really glad you enjoyed it :] I also want to eat it but for different reasons I think !!

Aslo, good luck with your Lucifer x Michael story! I'm very eager to Consume it myself whenever you put it out there !!! I love all Lucifers and all Michaels and I think the universal constant is that they should kiss.

Again, thank you! And thank you to your friend!! You're very sweet :')

If you'd like, I can let you in! It's not easily accessible but I'll let anyone in if they ask nicely tbh :)