#Both of them refuse to answer so it's just a stubborn back and forth

[hatterladz]

More on this bc hyperfixation x comfort movie

So Bendy sees Alice falling from the sky while he's at work, she's okay due to angel magic, she managed to use something before she lost consciousness. Bendy carries Alice out and tells Boris [whose been waiting at the shop for Bendy to get off work] and Felix [whose closing shop] that he's going to stop by Holly's

He lives in a room Felix provides for them at the shop, Felix also lives there in his own room. But there isn't exactly a space for Alice it's already cramped, so he asks for Holly to watch out for Alice

Holly agrees, and they both agree that they'll meet up in the morning, at some point he also explains Alice "fell from the sky really slowly" which makes Holly raise a brow and she spends most of the night researching it

Alice wakes up the next day to Holly's rambles in a different room and meets the three, at first she freaks out thinking they work with Hat based off Bendy being a demon but then they reassure her they don't know who that is

Holly asks if it's okay to see Alice's pendant and runs off to try to analyze it and Boris follows her, Alice is tense but after some time they start joking around which starts the classic "Oh thank goodness your laugh is normal! I thought you were an angel or something!" which has Alice SWEATING

Meanwhile Boris points out a bunch of weird cup people parking in front of the house. Alice tells them she needs to go. They find out the dish people are sky pirates after Alice.

They all decide the best thing to do is catchup with Felix. They put Alice in a disguise and act like they're in a hurry. They find Alice's old clothes and exclaim to tell Demi.

Cup and Mugs chase after them with Cannikin following. At some point there's a "fight" between Oswald and Cannikin as a distraction while everyone escapes on the train tracks. When they start catching up this starts a back and forth fight with Felix and Demi. They run into Hat on the tracks and this is when Cup, Alice, Boris and Holly fall [ya Cup falling from high places is gonna be a running joke, someone get that guy a parachute]

Alice flies and catches Boris. Which reveals that she's an angel. Boris starts yelling about how right he is and how Bendy was wrong.

Meanwhile Cup is only safe because when they fell he had a hold on Holly, whose currently holding the necklace, and I don't mean a sweet hold no he is clinging to her ankle for dear life with Holly not sure if she should kick him off or help him, instead they just argue instead, and Holly finally kicks him off but at a falling distance that wouldn't cause any problems anyway and Holly reunites with Alice and Boris

Pretty quickly Cup establishes he wants to find his family again and tries to ditch them, yes he should take Alice and the pendant with him but that's his mom's goals and last he saw was his family with Hat. Helping Demi spite Hat or making sure his family is okay asap? Choice is easy

Summary break to ramble about some old IM AUs I had 2 years ago

So the first one is a Castle In The Sky AU, where Alice had a pendant she got from her grandmother to protect, but as she runs from Black Hat she runs into Holly, Bendy and Boris. Bendy works to help patch planes for their rather new boss, Felix. Since in this AU all of the characters are younger.

Holly's dad died years ago trying to find the Castle In The Sky he spotted. They find out that due to Holly being part Micco and the Pendant being created by the Micco only she can use it, and it works as a guide and key to the Castle in the Sky.

So Black Hat [I considered the Devil at some point maybe I'll go back to that Idk] is chasing them down, and then these pirates start hunting them down to. The pirates being Demi, Canni, Mugs, Cup and Cala is on their plane but she doesn't participate often. Demi is the Captain. She's in it to spite Black Hat for traumatizing her family. [Basically she takes up the role of Dolores from the actual movie]

They do NOT have a mechanic asides Mugs, whose 16 in this au, trying to do what he can for the ship but he's a PILOT not a mechanic. So Bendy and Felix come along and are like "HOW ARE YOU IN THE AIR??? THIS ISN'T SAFE WHAT! WHAT! ARE YOU CRAZY WOMAN!?" and have to patch the literal HOLES in the bottom of the ship. Bonus jokes of Cup having fallen out of the ship at least once.

[For an idea on how old the characters are: Bendy/Alice: 14, Cup: 19, Holly: 17, Felix can stay the same, Boris: 10, Cala/Mugs: 16, Demi and Canni are the same]

[thatorigamiguy]

WHAT IS THE SAUCE?!

Blake glared at the man tied up to the table below her, a deep scowl set on her face as she ladled more water on the cloth covering his face. The reaction was instant: the man coughed and gagged on the water as he had no way of dispelling it from his throat, but Blake held nothing but cold contempt as she watched the man choke. The only regret that she had was that she had used the last ladle and had a feeling that she was going to need another bucket. The gagging continued for minutes, before finally subsiding as the man tried his best to draw in deep breaths through the soaked cloth. At this, Blake pulled the cloth off the mans face, revealing it to be one Jaune Arc.

Blake: "You've proven yourself strong Jaune, I'll give you that. But you can only last so long before you either break or drown! But all of this? All of this can end and we can go about our lives as if none of this had happened-"

Blake's gentle tone quickly went harsh as she all but shoved a piece of paper into his face.

Blake: "-IF YOU STOP BEING STUBBORN AND JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN SAUCE!"

the picture in question was what appeared to be two women, and rather bust mother and daughter duo, as they stood breathing heavily over a man laying down with a towel over his crotch area. They seemed very interested in him, and if the raging bulge that was just barely being hidden suggested anything, he was very much interested in them too.

But instead of answering her question and ending the suffering right then and there, Jaune glared up at her with smoldering blue eyes and and a sneer on his face.

Jaune: "FUCK YOU BLAKE! I'LL NEVER TELL YOU A DAMN THING, SO YOU CAN GO AND KISS MY ASS!"

Jaune all but snarled out, before spitting into Blake's face. Blake flinched at the saliva making contact with her face, barely concealed rage flashed through her amber eyes before she was overcome with a sudden calm. She pulled a cloth form her pocket and quickly wiped the spit off her face, before suddenly snapping with an aura infused palm as she slapped Jaune in the face.

A deafening crack filled the air as flesh met flesh, and Jaune's cheek exploded into pain and left him disoriented. While Jaune tried to shake the stars out of his eyes, Blake turned to her assistant with a cold look, before she uttered out an order.

Blake: "Ruby, go and fill up a new bucket for me, and turn the music up louder! Looks like Jaune here has earned himself another three hours of sensory torture before his next waterboarding session."

Ruby met Blake hard look with reluctance, looking back and forth between her and the heavily breathing jaune as she wasn't really sure if this was really the best way to go about this.

Ruby: "Look Blake, I know that we both really want to know what doujin this is from, but do we really need to go through with this? I'm sure that if we asked Jaune nicely-"

Blake: "ABSOLUTELY NOT! We're through with playing nice Ruby! Jaune wanted to play games and refuse to tell us what the source was? Then he gets the prize he deserves! Now I won't say it again Ruby: FILL A FRESH BUCKET AND TURN THE VOLUME UP!"

Ruby winced at Blakes tone, before she mumbled an apology to Jaune as she reached down and hooked the speaker up to her Scroll. Jaune could only stare in horror, unable to break his bonds to get away from the awful noise he was about to be subjected to as Ruby put the speaker to max volume.

Jaune: "No, not that! Anything but that! Ruby, please, I'm begging you don't-!"

But it was too late, for as Jaune was cut off as the lyrics began blaring out of speaker.

Speaker: WHATCHA KNOW ABOUT ROLLING DOWN IN THE DEEP-

Jaune: "NOOOOOOOOOO-!!!"

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Throwdown Thursday

As folks who traverse the internet on a regular basis we have all come across people who have somehow managed to miss every scientific advancement made in the last century (or more) and just refuse to accept they are on the losing end of their own arguments. So, how do you handle these people?

Well, the most important thing is to NOT try and convince them you are right and they are wrong. In the following screenshots, you will see bits of a conversation on a tiktok video of someone I follow meant to adress this comment made on another of his videos. I won't show the whole conversation because, frankly, it's ridiculously long and shouldn't be but the poor person trying to refute him didn't know how to just...well, let the guy live in oblivion. They tried the poor thing.

Anyway, let's dive in with his initial comment:

I bet you can see where this is going. The video was a brilliant explanation on taxonomy and how we classify animals now (we no longer use Linnean classification as genetics have proven it simply doesn't work).

Now, this same commenter turned up in the comments to the new video with more biting stubbornness and some poor soul tried to make him see reason but I could tell from the start this guy wasn't gonna budge. So, how do you deal with someone who won't accept the facts? Use their own methods against them. Here's how you would approach some of the statements and questions this person puts forth in this insanely long debate.

Let's start with his original comment: reptiles never turned into birds.

Where is your proof? How do you know that statement is false? Can you prove it's false? Or, you can use his own words:

Now, for his first comment on the new post, I think oblivion nailed it. Stating that his one and only example of what differences there are is not a solid defense of his statement. You would then ask if he had other, more irrefutable examples and go from there.

Again, use his own words: "Since you won't accept the evidence fibsh has already put forth, what do you consider 'real evidence'?" Or maybe "What real evidence is there that you are related to you 100th great grandfather besides some written word?"

This one we don't answer with a question, more of a statement. Something like "well, yeah, everything has been interpreted by 'some guy'. A well known example is the Bible.

There's lots that can be brought up here like a list of mesotherms (animals that are neither warm or cold blooded but somewhere in between) such as crocodiles, tegus (technically a warm blooded lizard but I am tossing it in for funsies), leatherback sea turtles, tuna, great white sharks, some species of bees, naked mole rats, hyraxes, echidnas. Notice none of these are all in one group. We have "reptiles", fish, insects and mammals all listed. This just goes to show that body temp is not a good way to classify animals.

However, a guy like this will probably use his favorite catch phrase in this conversation:

Reptiles also are not the only animals to have scales. What about fish? Butterflies? Pangolins?

He claims that you can't use scales as a grounds for relationship (even though he just said all reptiles exclusively had scales) so then ask him "what is a ground for a relationship then?" Make him explain his statement.

This one can be a bit tongue-and-cheek: hell yeah, we're both mammals so we are distantly related. Don't even acknowledge the rest. Agreeing with their statement will confuse the stubborn soul.

Two things I can say to this, one using his own arguments:

Fact: it is your opinion that evolution is an opinion. Give me evidence to back up your claim.

Again, what proves a relationship?

Three times he makes exceptions to this unspoken rule (we think he's using Linnean reasoning but it's a bit hard to tell as he kind of goes all over the place). So I would ask "How many exceptions can be made before the rule is considered invalid?"

Continuing on from his first exception he asks:

So, what do you do when they ask for an answer after arguing a bunch?

"Why? You've haven't accepted any of the other viable scientific evidence given why would this instance be any different?"

I mean, you look like your family, don't you? (And yes, I am including extended family and ancestors) Where is your evidence that you can't know something had offspring? We can only trace human DNA back 10 generations so how to we know they reproduced beyond that? Oh...right, we all exist. (Sarcastic line probably should be left out but I couldn't help myself).

By that logic, identical twins would be considered the same person.

You...you recognize this and don't see ANY connection...AT ALL? And to the second point:

Of course, when he does actually use this he doesn't give any evidence to back up any of his arguments so...bring that up as much as possible.

I thought evolution was pseudoscience. Or only when it doesn't support your opinion?

You weren't alive in the 1940's to collect data so did the Holocaust actually happen then?

What proof do you have? They aren't even attached to anything...(hint, he things they need them to mate).

Then explain why gharials looks so different from all the other crocs.

Do you know what an expert is? It is the opposite of an amateur...which is what you are.

Oh boy...wait till you find out about Mandarin Ducks (they can't breed with other ducks).

It keeps going so if you are interested in seeing the full conversation here is the link:

Anyway, good luck with the tough cookies and remember it's not about being right. It's about making them eat their words.

[bratzs12345]

First Meetings

Another snippet from an upcoming fic =p

Ever since his debut two weeks ago as the one and only, Superboy, it’s been rough. Press tours, interviews, Congress meetings, plus school! He was lucky if he could fit an hour of sleep into his schedule much less the standard eight. Tonight had been his first night off since his debut, and honestly, the only thing he wanted to do was sleep.

And, waking up to a sword at his throat does NOTHING to help Jon relax.

He jumped up, eyes glowing red ready to shoot. His heart beat out of his chest. How tired did he have to be not to have sensed this guy? Who is he? “Who’s there?”

His question was answered with a ninja star aimed at his head. Jon quickly dodged and fired his eye lasers. The shot hit his dresser and bounced off the wall. The black blur quickly darted from the floor to the door, blocking his exit. Jon balled his hands into a fist and got ready to swing.

“I’m not going to ask again.” He warned, eyes flaring up once more.

With a bang, the door suddenly swung open, revealing Clark Kent himself, standing in his pajamas. He heard the commotion and rushed upstairs. Well, after putting his shoes on.

Clark jumped into action and was between the two before Jon could even blink. He grabbed the offender and Jon, holding them by the collar. The two boys struggled in his hold as he restrained them from fighting.

“What’s going on?” Clark demanded.

“What’s going on with me?” Jon indignantly cried. ‘I’m not the one who broke into my room while I was sleeping.”

“He’s exaggerating,” Damian deadpanned.

“Okay, okay,’ Clarke interrupted the two before another fight could break out. “Damian, why are you here?”

“Put me down!” the younger Wayne demanded. He refused to be demeaned by the likes of Superman.

Complying with his request, Clark unceremoniously dropped the younger bat to the soft carpet of his son’s bedroom floor. He landed on his butt with a thud but quickly recovered.

“Father suggested getting to know my future partner,” Damian calmly said as he brushed himself off. “I apologize. I thought you would have been ready.”

“He tried to stab me,” Jon cut in.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Damian shot back. “I was just seeing if you could wake up.”

Clark couldn’t be bothered to break up the third fight of the night. He was tired, Lois was waiting for him, and it was entirely too late to deal with this.

“Blankets are in the hallway closet if you’re staying the night,” Clark said as he shuffled out of his son’s bedroom. He yawned and absentmindedly muttered, “I’m making pancakes for breakfast.”

And with that, the bedroom closed on the two teens still bickering. Jon was still bitter over waking up to a threat. And, Damian refused to apologize.

“What’s your problem?” Jon demanded. He was running on barely two hours of sleep, and his frustration towards his new “partner” couldn’t be understated.

“What’s your problem?” Damian shot back, still staying stubborn. His cheeks were flushed red, and Jon could tell he was only getting more and more embarrassed by the questioning.

Realizing this back and forth was getting them nowhere, Jon paused. Though he had already shuffled off to bed, he wondered what his father would do in this situation. He took a deep breath and calmly addressed Damian.

“Okay, I think we got off to a bad start,” He held out his hand for a shake.”Let’s start over. My name is-”

“I know who you are,” Damian said as he slapped his hand away. “As a matter of fact, I know everything about you,”

“Good, so wouldn't mind telling me your name yourself?” Jon said sarcastically

Damian blubbered for a second before huffing indignantly. “Jokes on you Kent,” he said smugly. “My grandfather had cyanide capsules surgically implanted within my spine at age 4 able to be set off at a moment's leak of confidential information. There are some truths that would LITERALLY kill me.”

For a moment, both of them just looked at each other in silence. Jon didn’t know exactly what to say to that.

“That seems…wrong,” He stuttered out. He was now completely thrown off. First, he was attacked, and now he’s his attacker's therapist.

“Well, I’m Damian,” He said under his breath.

“Okay,” Jon said apprehensively. He still didn’t know where to go from here. Damian seemed to hate introductions.

“Father thinks there's something special enough about you to clean my unsavory character,” He said with his arms crossed. He sized Jon up as if he was trying to find something. “I’m still waiting to see it,”

Jon rolled his eyes, “Oh, it's gonna be fun working with you.”

[merge-conflict]

bound + break for the OC asks?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

Valentine does end up imprisoned at the end of canonical game events, because she's a stubborn idiot (details yet to be written). She's likely to survive because Alt hot patched her engram with bits of Johnny, but is however in a very understandably severe identity crisis and refuses to escape with Rogue. Arasaka keeps her as half of the remaining resources left of the Mikoshi/Relic department (the other half being Hellman).

By Cyberpunk standards she's not treated too badly, although she is basically imprisoned in a corporate high-security psych ward with her identity and loyalty constantly in question, not to mention tainted by the influence of a man who not once, not twice, but three times attacked Arasaka tower. She spends a lot of time cycling through mute withdrawal and brief periods of manic destruction (or self-destruction). Once she leaves, she seems to bounce back quickly, but being trapped like that remains one of her biggest nightmares, and the threat of ever going back to that gives her intense anxiety and causes her to overreact/lash out at odd triggers.

Too much to cover in just this ask, but around the same time her engram is copied as an AI on Arasaka's network, and is also in that sense even more totally confined. Her experience of emotion in that state is different, so her reactions are different, but it uh. Definitely leaves some marks.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

She skips back and forth over her breaking point over canonical game events, but the real answer is the thought of having to face all of the grief and anger that she's been repressing to get through a compressed timeline (~1 month). The moment Johnny finally reveals all the work he's been doing (while in stolen possession of her body) to keep her alive instead of her sacrificing herself– she really does lose it. Not just because it's not what she wants, but because she's not certain she can stop Johnny from doing it, and the thought of actually having to come to terms with Jackie and T-bug's deaths, with her failure, with everyone she's met and all the shit that's happened to them, and with not knowing where she fits into a world where Arasaka would capture and use her for research and where she has no close friends like Jackie to keep her grounded...

Her immediate reaction is self-destruction, and then when that fizzles out she lashes out at Johnny's weak spot (Johnny's weak spot is Kerry), but then since because y'know *gestures* this really is only dubiously not more self-destruction. She's a big fan of methodically tearing things apart when she's angry, so while she's definitely snotty and weeping she is also quite cold in her rage. When she gets like that she can recite every bit of weakness, self-doubt, and self-loathing she's observed in someone, and hit with startling accuracy. Takemura and Johnny and Kerry are all there to witness. The first two can if not excuse it, understand it, since they also witnessed all the little cracks in her facade before that point. She's forever mortified that Kerry saw, not just because she hurt him during the proceedings, but because she both barely knows him and knows him too well.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

1, 3, 12, 13, 15, 19, 23, 24, 25, 27! Or I’d say any 5 from this list that you want lol because this is a lot

Oh boy [cracks knuckles]

1: favorite fic you wrote this year

Definitely the Christmas fic! I just enjoy the fluff so much and I worked really hard on it.

3: favorite line/scene you wrote this year

I answered this one with the ao3 wrapped asks forever ago but I’ll say it again! I like the imagery in this scene and this is where I think my descriptive writing and sense of metaphors really fell into place, from bad idea!

The girl in front of Robin moved back and forth, alcohol strong on her breath. She laughed as Robin spun her and pulled her close, her breath hot on the stranger’s ear. She made pointed eye contact across the bar, watching as Nancy was illuminated in soft pink. It matched the shade of her lips—the blush Robin wanted to put on her cheeks.

Blue light shone down on Robin and the stranger, gleaming in the former’s stormy eyes as they met with Nancy’s ocean.

Waves crashed and lightning struck, filling the room with unbearable electricity. The lights met and flared in an intense clash of violet sky, and Robin knew she was doomed to be lost at sea. Her heart was racing with exertion and excitement, drawn against her will to the other girl—the girl who wanted to kill her. The girl who was probably planning her demise at this very moment. The thought was exhilarating.

12: favorite character to write about this year

Nancy Wheeler my beloved <33 She’s just such a complex, malleable character. I love writing her personality and trying to figure out how she would respond in certain scenarios—and since the Duffers won’t let her explore her trauma, I will!! Also as an eldest daughter burnt out gifted kid… She’s very projection shaped

13: favorite writing song/album/artist of this year

Stick Season by Noah Kahan for sure! I still would really, really like to write a string of one shots for each song, but especially Growing Sideways, Northern Attitude, and The View Between Villages. I love his music and his voice and I think it’s very easy to ronancify this album lol

15: something you learned this year

Oh this one is fun. Imma be cheesy about it. I learned to stop letting what other people think of me get in the way of having fun. I was so against ever writing fic because “I don’t want to be cringe and get made fun of.” Fuck that. I am cringe and it’s FUN. I will own it with pride. I like my silly little self indulgent fics.

19: any new fics to start next year

Oh god so many. I’m not kidding when I say I’m past 30 on the WIP/idea list. I’ll toss some favorites tho:

say you’re gonna come back: one shot based on Sports Car by Valley, Ronance reunite and fall in love all over again years down the road

there in the garden, she looked my way: beauty and the beast au multi chapter featuring vampire Nancy and just so much pining

she will pull the trigger: monster hunter Nance and werewolf Rob and they’re both GNC ft toxic lesbianism because wanting to kill each other is sexy

23: fics you wanted to write but didn’t

I’m still thinking so hard about run, devil, run, which was a Wild West au featuring werewolf Nance and vampire Rob but I don’t think that one will stick. I go through a circle of phases of really stubborn hyperfixations and the wild west pops up as one of them but never stays for long. Was feeling it for a week, wrote one scene, then sort of dropped it to lowest priority

24: favorite fic you read this year

Oh god there are so many. I refuse to pick just one, but I’ll stick with 3 I think.

One of them (surprise) is you! a never ending story changed my brain chemistry. dungeon master rules lawyer repressed furious mega nerd comphet religious guilt traumatized Nancy my beloved!!!! Not saying I’d get a tattoo based off a fic but I am saying a d20 on 13 would be so cool… (also special shout out to DITM, I love that one dearly too, especially Martha) I also ADORE when you can tell a writer is into poetry and it shows in their word. Flowery prose and heart shattering metaphors my beloved

I have sung praises about this fic and I’ll fucking do it again. Bloodletting my beloved. I am once again in awe of the way @lavenderlevetan weaves the story and connects all the pieces. I love the dynamic and the way the tension builds. I am feral about vampires and biting, sue me.

And I have to say put me in the movies (on a king sized silver screen) by @sapphicriley is also one of my all time favorites. I love the back and forth banter and it’s sweet and fluffy and it’s just a feel good fic and I like to reread it when I’m feeling down. Another example of poetic writing as well <33

25: a fic you read this year that you would recommend everyone read

Well all of the one from above ofc. Also dancing in the moonlight. Also,,, Raise Dead by @eskawrites killed me and healed me. If you can handle the angst, this one is an incredible read and I cannot recommend it enough. I don’t really cry when reading, but this one actually had me in tears in the best way.

27: favorite fanfic author of the year

This is like asking me to pick a favorite child. God. I’m terms of writing, I have to say it’s between a few, but there’s this one rando who wrote this D&D fic and also one about monster fucking. You might have heard of her? I think her name is summersociety or something.

I also adore @lavenderlevetan (I will continue to scream about Bloodletting forever!!!) and you guys are in for a treat with some of the WIP sneak peeks I’ve gotten from @suwunnysideup

And I have to say every single one of my mutuals are just such incredible, talented writers, and such amazing friends. I love you all. 🥺

[yurureri-yurari]

feather on the water - chapter 2: name

Premise: The pure water ripples, the pure heart resounds with harmony.

Directory: 1 | 2

“Come on, Miyoshi,” Matsuda said with a sigh. “Just say you’ll do our work and we’ll stop; it’s as easy as that.”

Yua clutched her folder tightly as she was on the floor of the empty hallway. She tried to not make any noises, only letting tears flow from the painful blows she received just moments ago.

“Shingo-kun, I don’t think she can answer you after getting hit like that,” Yokoyama made a hopeless, yet amused smile.

“She sure had the energy to snatch her folder back in a flash though,” Chiba pointed out.

“Well, that’s because she’s probably experienced in stealing without being noticed, since she’s poor and all,” Yokoyama shrugged. “Which is too bad; I told you two we should drag her outside so that we could burn it in front of her.”

The fear in Yua grew as she heard that, causing her to clench her folder even tighter, but so did her disgust for their motive and actions. And in that disgust, she interrupted their taunting with a voice just loud enough for them to hear.

“Y-You all…”

She used whatever strength she had left to not sound as broken as she could, distracting herself with attempting to sit up. The three looked down at her.

���You all are… disgraces for… composers…”

“What was that?” Matsuda questioned with a low voice.

“I… refuse to do your… bidding…” she breathed heavily, leaning against the wall. “Please do your work… yourselves… Matsuda-san…”

Her classmates were silent, whether in deciding their next actions or in astonishment at her bluntness, until Matsuda spoke for them.

“You’re surprisingly stubborn, Miyoshi. Well, nothing a little more ‘persuasion’ can change!”

He pulled her up by the collar, pushing her back against the wall and raised his hand. Yua clenched her eyes shut in preparation for the incoming impact.

“Hey! What the hell are you guys doing!?” a voice yelled at them from down the hall.

Matsuda stopped in his tracks, looking in the owner of the voice’s direction after he let her drop back to the floor.

“Oh, it’s just a Non-Special Student,” he remarked. “You forget the way to the practice room for cleanup or something? These are the classrooms, y’know.”

Yua turned her head at the Non-Special, recognizing him as the one who’d been sent on fetch quest for her classmate while she was in the classroom alone.

“I asked what the hell were you guys doing,” the Non-Special Student repeated himself, approaching them. He eyed her for a moment, recognition flashing in his eyes, before focusing on her classmates again.

“We’re just having a friendly chat with our fellow classmate, so go back to your master or whatever you Non-Specials do,” Yokohama answered him.

“This doesn’t exactly look ‘friendly’ to me,” he said, his hands becoming fists as he looked at her again now that he was closer.

Yua shook her head slightly at him to disapprove of his ideas of intervening, but he didn’t seem to listen.

“Hey, back off,” Chiba noticed the boy’s growing anger. “This is none of a failure’s business.”

His eyes seemed to darken at that. “It is now.”

With the Non-Special’s clean punch to Chiba and Yokohama’s shout of his name, a fight began. Yua, despite her soreness, immediately clung onto Matsuda’s leg to keep him from backing up his collaborator for however long as possible before she lost her grip from being kicked in the stomach.

Yokohama took advantage of her broken guard by attempting to take her folder again, but Yua managed to catch it by the end. She put her weight into her hold as her classmate pulled and both lost their grip, sending her folder flying with escaped music sheets as Yokohama fell back.

The noise brought a teacher forth, whose voice stopped everyone. It was a teacher who taught Yua, Matsuda, and Yokohama’s class.

“What in the world is going on?!”

In response, everyone lined up before the teacher on instinct except for Yua, who could only manage sitting up and doing her best to straighten out her appearance quickly.

“Explain yourselves this instant!” demanded their teacher.

“I—” the Non-Special Student began.

Matsuda cut him off by talking over him. “Sensei, we… we saw this Non-Special bullying Miyoshi, so we stepped in and tried to get him to stop, but then he started a fight with us.”

“Like hell did that happen!” the boy exclaimed with anger.

“That’s right!” Yokohama backed Matsuda before turning to Yua. “Are you okay, Miyoshi-san? It looks like that Non-Special hurt you really badly; we should get you to the infirmary!”

Within her classmate’s feigned innocence, Yua sensed the malice of a threat. A threat of bringing more harm to her if she didn’t play along. However, she remained silent.

“Miyoshi-kun,” the teacher turned to her. “Is this true?”

Everyone looked at her in anticipation of her answer. She met eyes with each one of them before returning her gaze to the carpet.

“It’s the opposite…” Yua said almost quietly. “... Matsuda-san, Chiba-san, and Yokohama-san were the ones who assaulted me.”

“I see,” her teacher replied with disappointment. “Then the three of you whose name was spoken are to come with me to the faculty office.”

Matsuda and the others attempted to reason with him, but they were silenced.

“And you, Non-Special Student,” he looked at the boy. “Take Miyoshi-kun to the infirmary and come to the faculty office immediately after. Even if it was to defend Miyoshi-kun, a Non-Special Student fighting a Special Student is unacceptable.”

Before he could argue as well, Yua spoke up as she stood with the aid of the window sill and bowed as best she could manage. “No, please punish me for this Non-Special Student’s actions; as his superior, I should have had better control of him.”

The boy looked at her in surprise, questioning her with his eyes on why she was taking the blame for him.

“Very well,” the teacher replied without argument. “Come to the faculty office first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Yes.”

With that, her classmates were off, sending the two glares over their shoulders.

Once they were out of sight, the Non-Special turned to Yua.

“Are you okay?”

The sight of the injuries he sustained in coming to her aid filled her with guilt. She could feel her eyes fill with water and she tried to contain them. As always, however, they escaped her.

“P-Please accept my deepest apologies…!” she lowered her head to him at once. It was partially to hide her overflowing tears, which fell to the floor.

“E-Eh?” he uttered in response. “Uh, you don’t have to apologize for anything, so please raise your head...”

She shook her still lowered head. “B-But because of me, you got h-hurt…!”

“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing since you took the fall for me.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Nonetheless, he also bowed. “So, I apologize for the trouble I’ve caused you. And… thank you for being truthful.”

Both raised their heads at the same time, Yua sniffling.

She shook her head. “The least I could d-do was take your punishment. But you t-too… T-Thank you for defending me.” She gave another bow, smaller in degree this time.

He offered her his handkerchief. She apologized again, this time over her tears. She hated her susceptibility to crying, as though it would even solve anything.

“Are you okay?” the boy asked her again.

She nodded. “What about you?”

“I’m used to it, so not too bad.”

His response caused an apologetic look flicker in her eyes.

“... You’re the one who was sent to get something for Endou-san, right?”

She bowed for a third time. “I didn’t introduce myself then; I’m Miyoshi Yua. Please take care of me.”

The boy briefly showed little surprise that she remembered him before doing the same. “Sazanami Jun; likewise.”

They turned to the mess that was Yua’s scattered music sheets, picking them up together and returning them inside her folder. As they did so, she explained to Jun why her three classmates picked on her, hesitantly revealing to him that she was from a poor family. To her surprise, however, his response was to call her classmates idiots before apologizing for his crude language. She only gave an anxious smile as she assured him it was no issue.

“Can you walk, Miyoshi-san?” Jun asked as they rose up from finishing.

“I’m still a bit sore, but I can,” she answered, using the wall for support when she got up.

He stared at her for a moment as though gauging her current condition before speaking again in almost a mumble. “I’d do it the other way, but since you’re carrying something…”

With an “excuse me,” Jun lifted her up as though she were a bride.

She felt her heart jump out of her chest. “S-S-Sazanami-san?!”

“I’ll carry you to the infirmary,” he told her with a slight dust of pink over his face. “It’ll be faster this way.”

“N-No, I-I—! This—!” Yua could feel her brain short-circuit as she lost her ability to form sentences. Giving up on reasoning with him, she covered her bright red face with her folder. “... T-Thank… you… S-Sorry…”

“It’s fine,” he assured her a bit quietly, keeping his eyes in front of him as he started walking off with her.

[enchantestuff]

rekindle - rbr sebastian vettel

in which after a long time apart, you and Sebastian rekindle your love for one another in the least romantic place you could think of - a sweaty, packed nightclub

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: public sex (ofc), fingering, teasing, lowkey angst at the start, nicknames, uncomfy ex, sebastain Vettel deserves a warning himself, happy sinning

taglist: @theringers​ @forestviper201 @icemanhoneybadger​ @formulamei @findthelightinyourlife

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You smirked as your eyes met from across the club for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You hadn't seen him in over a year, the last time you were even in the same country as him had ended up with you climbing into a taxi, speeding away to the airport and him standing half naked in his driveway, wishing for the car to turn around and end his worst nightmare.

The relationship between you and Sebastsian was a complicated one to say the least. You had grown up with each other, your families vacationed together every second summer and you spent many christmases together. It was only when you got older that you started to really appreciate Sebastian.

Daydreams of what it would be like to spend a night in bed with him began to fill your free moments. Images of the two of you tangled in bed was once something that you could only dream about, but that dream certainly became a reality one unforgettable night in Italy.

It was during a celebratory dinner after yet another win that he had leaned over to talk to you. His lips brushed against the side of your neck and goosebumps had risen all over your skin, you cursed yourself for your reaction but soon began praising your childish antics once Sebastian finally caught onto how you felt about him.

The few words of “do i make you nervous, liebe?” led to the two of you making out in the corridor. That celebratory dinner escalated to a friends with benefits situation which set off a more than complicated relationship between the two of you where feelings were of course present, but stubbornness from both sides refused to let them be out in the open.

Your feelings for one another eventually escaped when he got into a nasty crash in the middle of a race. You ran up to him the minute he stormed into the garage, tears welling in your eyes as you crushed into a hug. He held you with just as much force and whispered into your ear what you had been waiting for months to hear.

He told you that you had been the only thing on his mind when he crashed into the wall and he didn't want to go a minute longer without telling you how he really felt about you

As much as you wanted things to be great with Sebastain, your relationship was unfortunately not plain sailing from there and the media had a bring role to play in your downfall. They wouldn't leave him or you alone, constantly following the two of you wherever you went and even going as far as sending mail to your shared home. It was the media that drove you to leave the man you adored and move to another country in search for a new career and a new life away from the public eye.

You stared at him now, unable to tear your eyes away from his beautiful frame. He looked as good as ever and you knew deep down that you would probably never see him again. So against your brain telling you not to, you engraved every detail of his face into your memory, not wanting to let him go just yet.

You felt horrible for leaving him and strongly believed that he hated you for abandoning him. You wouldn't have blamed him if he did, you sometimes hated yourself for that decision. So you kept your distance from him all night, repeatedly telling yourself that if he did not harbor any bad emotions towards you, then he would approach you himself.

To tell the truth, you were too embarrassed to go up to him yourself, too full of guilt to face him after what you had done. But when he made eye contact with you as he pulled a girl into his body, something inside you snapped and you found yourself being dragged into an all too familiar game of cat and mouse with him.

Your night of teasing had officially begun the minute he kissed the brunette's neck, refusing to break your stare as his hands ran up and down her hips. You decided it was your turn to reciprocate the teasing and pulled a random, but still handsome, man towards you to dance. Holding your gaze with him, you allowed the man to grip onto your hips and sway from side to side. Your ass pressing against him with every beat of the music.

You maintained eye contact with him as he chatted with multiple women, his hands resting dangerously low on their backs as he smirked in your direction, you hated how much you loved his little games.

You decided to take a dance break and stepped away from the claustrophobic dance floor. Moving towards the less packed bar, you leaned against the contour top as you ordered yet another drink. The feeling of hands wrapping around your hips didn’t surprise you, nor did the hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You were used to the warmth of Seb’s body by now and after so much time apart, you still recognized his touch.

“Quite a show you put on back there,” he muttered, gesturing to the bartender for another drink before turning his attention back towards you. You kept your face forward, staring at the variety of liquor stacked on the shelves as Sebastian flirted with you in your ear. He was still positioned behind you, which you saw as the perfect opportunity to press your ass against his crotch.

The tightening of his grip only fueled you to press yourself further into him in hopes that you would emit an even stronger reaction from him, and boy did you get what you wanted. One of his hands rested underneath your breast and as he emitting a small amount of pressure against you, he forced you into him.

No longer leaning against the counter, you could now feel the entirety of his body pressed against you. Every vein and muscle. Every curve and dent of his body, Still, that didn't stop you from wiggling your bum against him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now, love, or are you really that fucking oblivous?”

You twisted your head to finally look at him, momentarily taken aback by his pure beauty before regaining your confidence again. “That depends,” you hummed, purposely brushing your lips against his neck as you spoke, “Is it working?”

His hold on you tightened and somehow he pulled you even closer to him, allowing you to feel every inch and vein of his hardened cock. “Someones excited,” you smiled, immediately freezing up when you caught sight of your ex boyfriend standing next to you.

He was the man you had been with before Seb and it was safe to say he had completely broken your heart.

Confusion immediately filled Sebs body at your reaction, fearful he had done something wrong he moved to stand beside you, holding onto your bicep as he looked you in your eyes. “Are you alright, darling?” he questioned, his eyes bouncing back and forth as he searched your face for any indication of pain.

“Yeah its - “

“Y/N! Great to see you.” Dread immediately filled your body at the infamous voice, you felt yourself go rigid in Sebastian's grip and desperately wished for your ex to leave the two of you alone.

“Who's this douche?” Seb whispered in your ear, trying to relive some of your tension and comfort you in what seemed to be a terribly uncomfortable situation.

“Brad, hey,” you muttered, you grabbed hold of Sebastian's hand that was previously sprawled on the bar countertop, using the warmth of his touch as a confidence booster to finally turn around and face the brutal ex.

“How have you been?” he asked, refusing to even glance at the Redbull driver next to you, focusing his hungry gaze on you and you only.

You sighed deeply at his attempt of small talk. Could he not just say hello and move on? Did he really need to interrupt your night.

Sebastian kept a close eye on you throughout your short conversation. A sense of protectiveness filled him at your rigid stance, he knew you could handle the situation yourself but he couldn't help but want to aid you. He felt the need to get involved. So he did.

He didn’t let you answer the man's next question of what you had recently been up to, instead he grabbed hold of the side of your face, his fingers dipping into the nape of your neck as he pulled you into him. He grinned smugly at the worried glance you threw his way before connecting your lips together.

The kiss was hesitant at first.

Taking into account this was your first shared kiss together since the breakup, it felt both natural and unusual to be kissing him again, but as the seconds passed you found yourself relaxing in his hold and began kissing him back with much more force.

You lost yourself in the moment, the idea of your ex boyfriend watching you make out with your other ex boyfriend didn't even cross your mind. You solely focused on the way Sebastian’s lips felt against yours after such a long time apart. He was addicting.

Your eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, blushing slightly at the sheepish look he threw your exes way. “What were you saying, mate?” he confidently asked.

The feeling of his palm burned against your cheek and you couldn't even bring yourself to look at Brad, but you didn't need to as he just stumbled away, clearly intimidated by Sebastian.

There was no need for you to say anything to Seb - if the way you were teasing him earlier on in the evening was of no indication to how you felt about him - then the lustful look you were giving him now certainly was.

He immediately pulled you back into him, your lips reconnecting in a lustful kiss. With no more awkwardness surrounding the two of you, you found yourself enjoying it even more.

Moving one of his hands down your body, Sebastian forcefully squeezed your bum which emitted a gasp from you, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss. He pressed his body against yours and your hands raked across it, feeling his muscles flex against your hands.

You moaned into his mouth the minute he dug his hips into you, the feeling of his body so close to you bringing you back to when the two of you dated. Confusion filled you when he pulled away, ending your lovely make out session and disappointing you tremendously. “Don't start what you can't finish, love” he warned, leaning down to scatter kisses across your chest, nipping and licking at every exposed area.

“Who says I can't finish this?” you remarked, grinning at the way his eyebrows rose at your statement.

“Look around us, darling” he stood up straighter, craning his neck to glance from side to side, taking into account the multiple people surrounding the two of you. Hundreds of people filled the room, hundreds of eyes that could possibly witness something. Hundreds of reasons why the two of you shouldn't get ahead of yourselves. But then again, when he looked back at you and the playful pout that crossed your features - he found himself making up a hundred different reasons as to why it was such a brilliant idea.

“But then again,” he continued, leaning closer to you in order to whisper in your ear, “that's never stopped us before.”

A shiver ran up your spine at his words, images flashing through your mind of previous encounters the two of you had in the most inappropriate areas. Cutting your daydream short, Sebastian grabbed hold of your hand and guided you up the stairs to the more secluded vip area.

The bouncer merily glanced at Sebastian before lifting the red velvet rope and letting the two of you in. Nodding a small thanks to the man, he continued his journey into the dimly lit area, a content hum leaving his lips at the sight of a small booth in the corner.

He sat down on the plush seats and you fell down to sit on top of him, the lower half of your body covered by the wooden table in front of you. Sebastian wasted no time in kissing your neck, unable to detach himself from your skin for more than a few moments.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, watching the small group of people ahead of you dancing and laughing at each other caused a blush to quickly creep up your cheeks. The thought if anyone witnessing your antics both embarrassing and exciting you.

“Are you sure you want to do this, liebe?” Seb questioned, he placed his finger on your cheek and forced you to look at him as he spoke. “Because once we start, I won't be able to stop.”

“And why would I ever want you to stop?” you shot back, pressing your bum further into him to prove your point. Sebs eyes scanned the area, having seemingly decided the risk of getting caught was worth it, he ran his fingers up your thigh, under your skirt and into your underwear.

His other hand trailed the opposite direction, moving up your body to gently squeeze your breast. You arched your back at the sensation, your ass moving further into him and a harsh squeeze being delivered as a result.

Slipping a finger into you, his hand flew away from your breast to clamp over your mouth, muffling the sudden moan that escaped you. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart. There's people around us,” he reminded.

He littered gentle kisses up your neck and you could feel his smirk against your skin at the shaky breath you let out the minute he slipped a second finger into you. “I don't think anyone else deserves to hear your moans, darling.”

You hummed against his hand, wetness pooling at his words and your eyes fluttering closed as his thumb began to circle your clit. “Move up for a second, liebe,” he demanded once he removed his fingers from you. Having no other option but to comply, you braced your hands against the table and stood up on shaky legs. You patiently waited as Sebastain undid his belt, the sound of the metal coming undone bringing a newfound wetness to your core.

“Ready?” he questioned, moving his hand up and down your thigh to comfort you. You nodded your head, biting harshly on your lip, you quickly glanced behind you and yet another shaky breath tumbled from your lips at the sight you beheld.

Sebastain was sprawled across the couch with his dick barely covered by your body. The sight of him shamelessly sitting there did something to you and before you lost your confidence, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him.

“Keep quiet now,” he reminded once you took all of him in. Your hands gripped onto the table in front of you, your knuckles quickie turning white as you used it as leverage to start moving.

The sound of your skin hitting against sebastians was muffled by the laughter of the crowd and the loudness of the msic booming across the grand club. “I'm trying,” you grunted.

You slowly bounced on him, trying to keep your movements small and inconspicuous to the people around you. But Sebastian could only last so long without needing to take over. A moan accidentally escaped you once he began thrusting his own hips upwards to meet yours. In response to your foolishness, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking not so gently on it as a warning and forcing you to look at the dim lights hanging above you instead of the people ahead of you.

Holding onto your body he quickly steadied you, forcing you to halt your movements as a random man walked up to the two of you. You shifted in his hold and attempted to reposition yourself to look more natural towards the stranger. You just wanted it to seem like you were cuddling the driver, not bouncing on his dick.

One of your arms wrapped around his neck while the other laid on his chest. You spared a quick glance downwards, making sure your skirt covered everything before looking back up at the man. Sebastian greeted him, admittedly not poilelty, but he greeted him nevertheless. It only took a few seconds for the two of you to realise he was a fan and by the looks of it, would do anything to hold a conversation with the Sebastian Vettel.

You couldn't help but move on his lap, the need for friction overwhelming you after staying put for several minutes. You slowly began rolling your hips, your heart racing at the sudden release of pressure and also at the fact you were grinding on him with a fan of his only a few feet away.

Sebastian cleared his throat, trying desperately to pay attention to the man in front of him and not on how good you felt clenching around him. His hips unintentionally runted up into you, muttering a quick curse under his breath he grimaced at the man, cutting his sentence short as he gestured towards you. “If you wouldn't mind,” he sympathetically commented.

“Right, right sorry,” he mumbled, “Enjoy your night.”

He soon scrambled away from view and Sebastian began carelessly thrusting into you again. You returned to your original position, now resting your head against the table, thankful for the pleasure filling your whole body. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on the nape of your neck and were almost certain you looked a mess but you couldn't have cared as you got nearer and nearer to your peak.

This new angle allowed Sebastian to take control of your activities. He guided your hips back and forth, not paying attention to the movement of the table nor the attention that the two of you could possibly bring your way. All he wanted was to bring you to your release. “Are you going to cum for me, darling?” he whispered. You nodded against the table, the coolness of the wood reliving your flushed cheeks as you felt the knot begin to release in your stomach.

You moved your hand to grip onto his thigh, “I'm gonna-” you mumbled, unable to finish your sentence as he gripped onto the back of your neck and forced you to sit up straight. His fingers immediately fell down your throat in a poor attempt to muffle your moans. You whimpered loudly at his show of dominance, your attempts to keep quiet failing profusely as he hurried his movements.

His fingers moved further down your throat as your walls clenched around him. Before you knew it you were spilling yourself against Sebastain. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and heat filling your body as he followed in your actions.

[nightowlfandom]

Possesive! Jeon Jungkook- Only Mine....

HEY GUYS!

SO ANON ASKS

Your new promp list had me 🥵🥵🥵 if it’s ok can I request numbers 1, 3, 34, 79 with jealous best friend JJK snapping after seeing you around boys all the time? You can choose if you want it noncon or dubcon 🥵

OMG I GLAD YOU LIKE IT! OKAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT! (Also since I don’t do non-con, I’ll make it consensual. Just a heads up)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

34- I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

79- Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

LEGGO!

...

“Kookie!” You ran up to your bestie as he walked out of the airport terminal.

“Y/N!” he practically dropped his duffel bag as he wrapped his arms around your wait. He hoisted you off the ground. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. “My Y/N, I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” you laughed as he tightened his arms around you.

“And I get you all to myself- he began.

“Y/N!” you heard an onslaught of voices. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and the other guys all crowded around you. You were pulled out of Jungkook’s hug into Namjoon.

“Guys!” you smiled. “I missed you all too!”

“Damn, you should’ve seen Jungkook! He bolted out of the plane!” Hoseok laughed.

“Maybe because I wanted to see my Y/N.” he grumbled in reply. “Give her back!”

“No way!” Yoongi scoffed. “You can have her back after we get dinner.”

Jungkook glared as his friends. How dare they just take you from him?! 

“You guys!” you laughed. “We’re making a scene!” you said as their fans caught sights of you. They all seemed infuriated. “You’re fans are gonna-”

“Our fans aren’t gonna do shit.” Jungkook glared into the crowd. “Let them try.” he seethed. He snatched you back into his embrace. “I’ll protect you, love.”

You nodded shyly as Kookie led you to the front of the airport.

...

“Okay weirdos! Dinner is served!” you held the giant box of takeout. “Noodles for Yoongi, Taehyung! Rice Cakes for Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi. For Jimin, some Extra Spicy Tofu Stew. and For Jungkook and I, fried rice!” you put the box on the coffee table.

Jungkook smirked, of course he went out of his way to make sure no one ordered the same thing as you. He made sure you had ordered last so he could order the same thing. 

“Shit, they gave me way too much Bulgogi.” Namjoon seethed. “Y/N, wanna split with me? I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this.” Namjoon looked at you who had already settled. 

“Oh. Sure!” you smiled. 

Namjoon shot Jungkook a mean spirited smile. “In your face, asshole.” he said with his eyes, even though the words never escaped his lips

DAMNIT! Jungkook felt his fist clench. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Pass me a napkin will ya?”

“Oh. yeah.” you threw a napkin his way before resuming your conversation with Yoongi. 

Jungkook watched as Yoongi traced his fingers on your wrists as he spoke to you.  His face hardened into a glare. Everyone knew he liked you, but until he made his move they wouldn’t care. 

...

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was practically steaming at the ears.

“Why were you with Hoseok?” he asks as he stormed through his room door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Surprising but not painful.

“He needed help shopping for an outfit for a photoshoot?” you raised a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t bullshit me! You were on a date!”

“Okay first of all even if I was, what business of yours is that?” you crossed your arms. “You’ve been acting pretty weird these past few days and I don’t like it!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU PARADING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE A-”

“I dare you to fucking finish that sentence.” you warned. “You can forget you had a friend if you do.” You backed towards the door.

Jungkook grew more and more agitated. “Y/N I’m sorry.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you sighed. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“No!!” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” he blurted out. “I’ve loved you for five fucking years ever since we met!!” he spilled his heart out. “and y-you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position!”

“Huh?” you could barely register what he said before he stormed up and captured your mouth is a kiss. 

‘Kookie!” you were surprised to say the least. “You just- Hmm.” he didn’t give you time to talk as he kissed you again, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He ran his fingers down your spine, holding you close.

You would have been over cloud nine...if you weren’t so angry.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” you forced yourself to step back from him. “FIVE YEARS?” you exploded. “FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A FRIEND FOR FIVE MISERY FILLED-...”you began pacing back and forth as you lashed out on your friend.

Jungkook just watched as you drug him for filth, calling him every name in the book.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HIDE MY FEELINGS AND YOU JUST COME OUT THE WATER AND TELL ME THAT- OH YOU PEICE OF-” Jungkook finally had enough and cornered you against the nearest wall.

“...I feel like... I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you. “ he mused aloud. “You’re in love with me? And you didn’t tell me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that somethin-”

"I am still mad at you.” you sneered. “After tonight you are dead to me.”

“Am I ?” he cooed. “So you don’t want me to...” he began fumbling with your jeans, unfastening the button with one hand. 

“What are you doing?” your eyes widened. You were now more shocked that angry. “Don’t you dare-...” you felt the pads of his fingers along the line of your clothed slit. 

“What? Was that a moan I just heard?” he smirked. “Come on Y/N I know you can be louder than that. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll make you cum.” he creeped into the waistband of your panties. “Come on...beg me honey.”

“I refuse.” you looked away. “Y-you can go fu-fuuuhh-” you felt the pads of his fingers. 

“I said fucking beg.” he sneered, pressing his body up against yours. “Stop being so damn stubborn. Let me hear those sounds you think nobody hears when you finger yourself in the bathrooms at midnight.”

“How did you-”

“You stink at being quiet.” he bit his lip. “Come on.” he spoke in a babyish voice, rubbing your clit. “This is how you do it to yourself, right?”

“J-jungkook.” you whimpered. “W-what are you-”you cut yourself off as you felt his fingers slip into your wetness. A loud moan erupted from your lungs. 

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.” he growled. “Moan like that some more.” he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. “Are you thinking about me when you thrust those pretty fingers into that-”

“Don’t say it! That’s a dirty word!” you warned, while ironically mewling like a little kitty cat.

“Don’t say what? That pussy? That cunt? That soaking wet womanhood you got down there. The same pussy that’s asking me to shove my dick in there?” he smirked as he spoke.

“You d-dick!” you leaned forward, your head falling on his shoulder. “S-such as asshole.”

“  Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers.” he demanded. “Or I’ll stop completely.”

You shyly lifted you head. Jungkook thought you were so adorable and truth be told he wouldn’t have stopped. To know that you obeyed anyways was so relieving. 

“Shit, I needa taste you real quick.” he moved his fingers from you and yanked down your jeans. “Kick those off for me.”

You instantly obeyed, throwing your jeans and panties off to the side. He lowered himself to his knees. “Shit, look at that.” he wasted no time in driving his tongue into you.

“Hey Jungkook!” there was a knock on the door. Jungkook had pushed you against the door, stopping anyone from opening it. You heard Jimin’s voice.

You glared down at Jungkook with warning. You knew what was gonna happen, but you were scared anyways. 

“Hmmm!” he moaned loudly, driving his tongue deeper into your slit. He sucked at your clit, causing a loud cry to escape you. 

“Umm is Y/N in there with you?” he called. “IS SHE HURT?!”

You tried to talk, but Jungkook had hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Come on, answer him.”

“I-I’m okay!” you found it in yourself to talk. “I’m just...a little busy!” you clenched your fist to focus on something, anything else. “Doing things!”

“Like what?”

“LIKE BEING FUCKED BY ME!” Jungkook yelled back as he rose to his feet, pants dropping around his ankles. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his cock slip into your heat. “COME BACK LATER!”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried you to the bed, setting you down along with himself. He slowly thrust himself into your wetness. “Damnit Y/N.” he seethed, sucking in a harsh intake of air. “Shit.” his jaw went slack.

“F-fuck.” you whimpered. “Kookie.” you whimpered. 

“Y/N.” you could see the tears of pleasure forming in his eyes. “You feel so- So fucking good. Look at me, p-please?”

You didn’t tear your eyes away from him. You found it hard to. “Jungkook! I- Uh..” you were now a load, crumbling mess.

“I want to kiss you, come here.” he grabbed either side of your face and gave you a slopped kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. But I don’t want to until you cum first. So I’m gonna go faster okay?” His eyes bore into yours, noses touching.

You shyly nodded, feeling his thrusts increase. You were hella sensitive, and in love with it. “Jungkook.” you moaned. “It feels-”

“I know.” he kissed you again. “Fuck, cum for me...cum for me please~” he mewled through thrusts.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A string of curses he had never heard before along with his name spilled from your lips. Jungkook was next to cum, yanking himself from you. He spilled his cum practically all over the place. He collapsed next to you, leaving you both to stare at the ceiling.

“...I should go.”

“ No...Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.“ he breathed out. “Y/N...I-..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You should be.” your breath hitched. “Probably would have gotten this out of the way a lot sooner.”

Your grumpy words made him laugh a little. He lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you towards him. “I love you, for real.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. You’re mine. Only mine...”

...

I STILL GOT IT BITCHESSSS

[rosesandfandoms]

DFel-Arguments:Harry and Eugene.

Here's the other two for Arguments.

HARRY:

    •When Harry gets upset, he gives the silent treatment.

    •Its been almost two years since reaching the Safe Zone, finding a cure, and starting vaccines.

    •Harry's father, Brad, tried to make amends with his son, however, Harry refused to talk to his dad.

    •One day, Brad had showed up to where Y/n and Harry where staying. He had wanted to talk with his sons girlfriend.

    •"How do you think I can reach out to him?" His father asked.

    •"I really don't know, he's been hurt deeply, for a long time, Harry needs time." Y/n spoke softly.

    •Just then, Harry had came out of the shower, asking Y/n if she just wants to order food and watch movies.

    •When he saw his father.

    •"Leave." Harry spoke sternly, cletching his fists at his side.

    •Brad nodded his head before turning and walking away.

    •Y/n turned to face her boyfriend, of whom had a look of disappointment.

    •Harry shook his head before sitting on the couch and turning in the tv.

    •Y/n went to sit on the couch with him.

    •"Harry?" Y/n spoke.

    •Harry stood up and went to the kitchen to get himself some water.

    •When he came back to the living room, Harry sat in the couch on the other side of the room.

    •Smooth, Y/n thought.

    •Remembering that her boyfriend mentioned getting take-out, Y/n ordered his favorite. And while they ate he was still silent.

     •"Harry? Please talk to me," Y/n pleaded, "your father came over, I know how you feel about your father, but I was trying to be civil. I'm sorry he hurt you and your mom, I can't even begin to imagine how much pain you went through."

     •"He could have hurt you too." Harry snapped "what if I let him back in my life and he goes back to his ways? What if you get hurt?"

     •Y/n noticed the tears forming in his beautiful eyes and walked over to him. Taking Harry into her arms.

     •"No matter how many times I try to forgive him, I slowly feel him disappointing me again. He scared me for a long time, still does. I'm afraid that that's my future, that I'm going to end up like him." Harry wrapped his arms around Y/n.

     •"Forgiving is hard, especially when you've and someone you love has been hurt. When you forgive someone, doesn't mean you have to keep that person in your life, it means you forgive them for the greater good, to at times be the bigger person, to use your experience to grow and be a better person, forgiving is a part of healing and growth." Y/n looked up at him, whipping away a tear, "I'm not telling you that you have to forgive him, but it will help you move on and heal."

     •Y/n took him into another hug before continuing, "besides, you'll never end up like him. You're better than he is."

     •Harry kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry for getting upset."

     •"I'm sorry too." Y/n pressed her lips against his, "wanna cuddle?"

     •"How can I say 'no' to that?" Harry smiled at her.

     •The couple spent the rest of the night cuddled in each other's arms.

EUGENE:

    •Y/n and Eugene sat in Eugene's car that was parked in a supermarket parking lot.

    •The radio was slightly turned down as the young couple was going back and forth of what to have for dinner.

    •Y/n wanted Mcdonald's, Eugene wanted Taco Bell.

    • The fight was stupid, but they were hungry and just wanted to go home.

    •"We had McDonald's last time." Eugene argued.

    •"So what? We also always have Taco Bell." Y/n argued back

    •Eugene stayed silent. He hated arguing, especially when both of them were so stubborn.

    •So he began to think of a compromise.

    •Y/n didn't like his silence, "you can't think of anything to say back?"

    •Before Y/n could say anymore, Eugene turned in his set to face her, he cupped her face, tracing her cheek with his thumb.

    •"What?" Y/n asked.

    •"You're so stubborn."  Eugene smirked before pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

    •"Kissing me now to have your way?" Y/n remarked.

    •"If you could listen, I came up with a compromise." Eugene sighed.

    •"How we both can have what we want and be happy, by you getting Taco Bell and me getting McDonald's?"

    •"Great minds think alike." Eugene smiled.

    •So that's what they did, Eugene got Taco Bell and Y/n got McDonald's.

    •"Eugene?" Y/n looked over at him.

    •"Yeah?" Eugene answered keeping his eyes on the road.

    •"I'm sorry for our argument, it's just I was really craving McDonald's, and I started my period before we left, so I'm moody and hungry," Y/n said with tears in her eyes, "and all I want to do is cuddle with you, stuff my face with food, and watch movies, even take a nap."

    •Eugene reached over and held her hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back.

    •"Angel, it's okay, I'm sorry too. But hey, now we know we can compromise. And I'd love to cuddle and watch movies when we get back. And I'll give you tummy rubs."

    •When they got back home to eat their food, they even compromised on a movie, the new one they've been wanting to watch.

     •Y/n laid in her boyfriend's arms, her head on his chest, while Eugene rubbed a hand up and down her back. Both shared a blanket.

     •After a couple movies, Eugene realized that his girlfriend had fallen asleep. He smiled softly before bringing the blanket closer to her shoulders. His kissed the top of her head

     •"Sweet dreams." He whispered before falling asleep himself.

[commonwealthoccurences]

For the love of god, give me sosu yelling “because I love you” at Danse during BB.

TW: Ment. of suicide, all the angst that comes with BB

It seemed they had been going back and forth for hours with nowhere to aim their frustration except at each other. Sole felt like they were going mad, considering they were the only one yelling, and Danse seemed delusionally calm about the situation. It was only his life on the line, after all. “It’s better this way, Sole. You’ll see that at some point.” His gaze was soft, resigned, and it only served to infuriate Sole further.

“Bullshit! If you’re giving up just say it, don’t give me some heroic excuse.”

Danse ground his teeth at that and started to turn away. Sole grabbed his arm, turning him back towards them in an attempt to get him to look them in the eyes, something he’d been avoiding this entire time. “Danse, please. You’re more reasonable than this.”

This got some sort of sick humor out of him as he let out a dry chuckle. “Danse was. Yes. But that isn’t me. We both learned that.”

The bitterness in his tone nearly broke their heart; they knew it wasn’t directed at them, but instead at himself, despite the fact that he’d done nothing wrong. They wanted to be gentle, to coax him out of hiding and take him with them to Sanctuary, but he was simply refusing. He thought he didn’t deserve it. “Danse, please!”

“You should get this over with and leave. Before someone gets here to make sure you’ve done the job.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

Danse sat on one of the miscellaneous containers in the bunker, running a hand through his thick hair. He swallowed and stared at his feet. “I can do it myself, if that makes things easier.”

Sole recoiled in horror. “Danse?” Their voice cracked as they stepped towards him.

His head still hung; in shame, or avoidance, or both, Sole didn’t know. Did he really think that would be easier for them? They cupped his jaw with their hand, lifting his head so he would have to look them in the eyes. His gaze darted around before it landed on the dog tags around their neck. “I will not lose you.” Their tone was meant to be firm, though their voice wavered.

“Why are you so stubborn? You know they won’t let me go easily, and it’s not like I have much of a purpose without the Brotherhood.” Was he crying? They didn’t want an answer.

“Because I’m selfish.” They were definitely crying. “Because I love you.”

Danse’s eyes snapped up to meet theirs. “What?”

Sole’s teary smile wavered with the uncertainty in the way he spoke. They stroked their thumb over his cheekbone. This could be the last time they would ever see him, if the Brotherhood caught on to the fact that they were, in fact, not murdering the former Paladin in cold blood under their orders.

His skin was rough under the pad of their finger, changed by the experiences that had aged him. A scar ran across his temple from a nasty fight with raiders where he’d met the butt end of a rifle. Sole remembered just how much it bled. How long he had been out, how much they worried. It was one of many times they feared they would have to bury him well before his time.

Danse reached up and gripped their wrist, holding their hand firm to his jaw. “Say it again.”

Sole knew the confusion was showing on their face, and if that didn’t give them away, the hitch in their breath definitely did. “Please?”

“I love you.”

Danse’s abrupt rise from where he was sat startled them, but not quite as much as the way he practically collapsed into them, catching them around their hips and burying his face in their shirt. “Again.” His voice was muffled.

“I love you.”

He sucked in a deep breath, shuttering. “Fight back, Danse. Come home with me.”

[l4verq]

boats🎣 | b.b

bucky barnes x reader

in which you’re supposed to be helping repair sam’s old boat but your boyfriend keeps distracting you :(

tags : 18+ minors pls DNI , bucky’s a horn dog and so is reader, sam doesn’t know bucky has his hand right on reader’s 🐱 and reader is TRYING to keep it that way lol, no plot, just a little porn 😼

fic : one shot

stern - the back part of a ship |

gangway - a flat board or metal structure that can be put in place between a ship and land to let people get off or on the ship |

cabin - a private room on a ship for a passenger or one of the people working on the ship |

masterlist

you know he’s not doing it intentionally.

the slight grunts as his vibranium arm effortlessly rips off rusty, rotting pieces of wood hastily hammered over cracks and gaps.

you’re scratching off stringy residue of duct tape slapped on holes in the stern, standing a few feet away from him, taking in the view.

not the one overlooking the wide stretch of blue water.

but the one where your boyfriend’s wiping the sheen of sweat off his face with his shirt and it’s not just any shirt, it’s the light grey one that’s one size too small but fits so right on his sculpted body.

he lets it drop, panting as his eyes trail over to you and smirks.

ok, so maybe he does know what he’s doing.

you go back to vigorously scraping off the grimy, faded string- how does duct tape turn to these stubborn, ugly strings that just refuses to come off?

and to top it all off, sam’s parents - god rest their souls - used the tapes in places you’re having to bend over, stretch your arms down as much as you can and hopefully are actually scraping the residue off.

“i got it.”

you jump a little, startled by his voice.

that sweet, sweet voice that brings you to your knees [literally] everytime.

he’s right behind you - you’ll never get used to his super soldier thing where he can sneak up on literally anyone - his crotch pressed right onto your ass as he bends down as well, arm sneaking down yours.

oh, he definitely knows what he’s doing.

his hand grabs the handle of the metal scraper in your hand, taking it from you.

the boat sways a little, just a little.

shouldn’t make him thrust right on your denim shorts clad ass, making miss kitty down there all flustered.

bucky’s a lot of things and being an insatiably annoying tease is just one of them.

he gets back up, vibranium around your waist pulling you up too, “sarah said she needs help with the pipes.”

you could use some help with piping too, you think.

“oh, okay.” you say breezily before getting out of his way.

getting out of his way as in sliding your ass across his crotch, a small groan leaving his mouth right into your ear.

he’s played this game with you way too many times and always won.

it was time for a new victor.

and so the rest of the day is just relentless teasing, lingering touches, strokes and a lot of “oh silly me, i dropped something. let me just pick it up.” and slowly raising your ass up his legs, feeling his jeans constrict just as you lift it away.

at one point, he’d pressed you against the wall, pinned your wrists above your head, i know what you’re doing.

cue innocent batting of your eyes, with a what?

you were the clear winner, until now.

until now when you’re in the cockpit, on your tippy toes, straining to hold up the glass pane.

“i don’t know how to break it to you that you’re not tall.” sam yells from the other side of the glass, voice all muffled.

you roll your eyes, practically unsticking your sweaty front from the majestic helm that’s been poking your belly for five minutes now. to say your tank top is just drenched in sweat is not an exaggeration.

totally not the hot girl summer aesthetic you were hoping for this year.

“need a hand?” bucky pokes his head in from the door, eyebrow quirked.

how does he get to look that good all sweaty and grubby?

“yeah, sam’s screaming at me cause i’m short.” you pull your lip, turning to face him.

he chuckles, lowering his head at the doorway and enters the cabin which suddenly looks even smaller because of his towering presence.

“i’ll lift you up, c’mon.” he extends his arms, the slightest smirk tugging at his lips, a playful glint in his eyes.

you turn around warily as he hops around the heap of boxes, screws, wrenches, crocks cluttered around the floor and he’s right behind you, hands tinkering around your waist.

but he slides his right palm right between your legs, other hand on your.... fuck, does it matter?

the only thing on your mind right now is him hiking you up, palm basically cupping your denim clad pussy.

you shakily hold up the glass while sam begins applying window sealant from the other side, completely oblivious to your boyfriend groping you.

his cool, metal arm rests under your thigh, a stark contrast to the burning ache between your legs.

“such a tight spot here.” he comments, palm squeezing slightly and it takes everything in you to stifle a moan.

he was crammed up against the helm, legs bumping into empty jars and canisters. you can only hope sam thought he meant that.

and it’s just torture, the next three minutes perched under his palm, desperate for some friction, to just rub it out all the while maintaining a poker face right at sam in front of you.

not helping that he’s having a casual conversation with sam, knowing full well that you’re absolutely just falling apart under his touch right now.

and the waves, the stupid waves that rock the boat so now bucky has to ‘adjust’ you, bouncing you up on his palm, squeezing your thigh with his other hand.

“sam!” a distant voice calls out.

you silently thank the lord for answering to your prayer.

“i’m working!” sam yells back, eyebrows furrowed, applying a line of translucent paste on the lower frame.

“SAM!”

sam huffs, screwing the cap on the tube of sealant back on, “i’ll be back. you can let go now.”

your sore arms cry out in pain as you retract them back, shaky legs because of a certain blue eyed 106 year old whose hand is shoved between them.

“i got you.”

bucky easily bounces you around, gripping your waist, your legs wrapping around his torso.

“you good?”

his right hand rests on your lower back to support you, eyes raking over your arms.

bucky’s a lot of things and being a caring, doting absolute annoyance of a boyfriend might just be the best one.

you just wait for the familiar creak and slight tilt of the boat confirming sam’s waddled across the gangway before crashing your lips into bucky’s, nearly tipping him over.

it’s almost animalistic, his lips part, letting your tongue slip in and delve in his taste that’s just so.. bucky.

it’s sweet, minty, tangy and you’d figure out the rest if only you both didn’t have to pull away, gasping for air.

“you’re so annoying.” you breathe out, panting right into his mouth.

jars tip over like dominoes as he backs you to the wall, shielded from the many windows but if someone so much as just craned their neck a little to look in, they’d have a front row seat to your snog fest.

“you know what these shorts do to me.”

his vibranium arm snakes around your waist, locking in, making that mechanical sound that’s just so sexy to you for some reason.

the evening sun is a little more merciful than the blistering beams of the morning but crammed up in that tiny area, sweaty bodies clinging to each other, you might just have a heatstroke.

if you didn’t pass out from the throbbing down there first.

“i need you to keep that pretty mouth shut, can you do that for me?” he cooes, forehead resting on yours, fingers reaching down to rub back and forth between your shorts.

you nod feverishly, unable to form words, hands grasping at the wall behind, his biceps, his back, everywhere, the long awaited friction sending sparks up your body.

“can’t let nobody hear us, now can we?” his lips trail to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, a dull pain overpowered by pleasure coursing through out.

your hand tugs at his hair, soliciting a low moan from him.

“teasing me with your ass all out in these shorts,” he drawls, “such a bad girl.”

you’re hyperaware of the wide open cabin door and how someone could just walk right in, those two kids are always running around ever- fuck, the kids.

god, you’d never be able to face sam’s family ever again.

but it’s somehow the least of your worries when he lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them with soft groans.

and he shoves them in the front of your shorts, “so tight,” he growls, hand barely fitting in.

you gasp as his finger finally make contact, run up and down your sopping slits.

“hmm, always so wet for me.” he groans, sloppy kisses down your neck, along your collarbone.

you whimper as he teases two fingers at the entrance, making you jolt when his thumb starts circling your swollen nub, the bundle of nerves coming undone.

his name’s a strangled, wanton noise deep from your chest but he gets the message.

that you need him to put a baby in you... y’know something along the lines of that.

but like aforementioned, he’s a tease.

so his fingers slowly push in, only the tips greeted by your walls.

“just as tight as i remember.”

back arching when he finally slips them all the way in, palm slightly tapping against your clit and you’re certain you see stars.

and he does the thing where his fingers hook, curl, twist, your legs squirming, his name falling out of your mouth like a chant.

your legs buckle, his fingers moving at an ungodly pace and the only thing holding you up right now is his iron grip round your waist as you shakily find your footing on the floor.

“fuck, you’re clenching so hard, baby.” he rasps, your head lulling into his neck, legs jerking against your own control.

you’re almost there. the familiar tightening of the twisted spring in your lower abdomen, toes curling against the rough surface of your slippers, almost..

creak.

-

a/n : 🤔🤨😳💤🏃🏻‍♀️💨 dk how i feel about this one bestie💭

[haveyoouseenmyglasses]

On a warm evening of April, Hanji was at Levi’s place, both of them sitting on the sofa. As it was a Friday evening, both of them were rather exhausted because of work, and decided to simply sit and watch television mindlessly. Hanji was supposed to stay at his place for a week since their flat was under a few repairs, due to an annoying flood. During that week of homelessness, Levi had agreed on hosting them the whole time.

Hanji has been there since Tuesday, but with work and everything else that kept them busy, the two good friends didn’t really have time to hang out together, they would just eat quickly and go to bed. Nonetheless, tonight they both had time and found themselves sitting down, too tired to think straight, yet they did not want to sleep so soon.

During the week, the short man had been concerned as he observed the brunette’s eating habits, which objectively were not the healthiest. As he just saw them snaking on whatever biscuit they could find, he noticed that they were eating carelessly, leaving crumbs all over the sofa.

“Hey, watch it with the crumbs. I’m nice enough to agree on hosting your shitty ass here the whole week, at least mind what you’re doing.” He reproached, glaring at his new messy roommate.

“Um- sorry- itsh jusht dat I’m shtill hungry.” Hanji responded.

“Tch… how many times do I have to tell you not to speak with your mouth full? It’s disgusting. And you should eat something healthier.” He criticised them and stood up. He went to the kitchen and picked up a banana, then came back to sit next to them.

“There. Eat this instead, it’ll make you fuller.” He sighed while handing it to them, “You’re a biologist, don’t you know how industrial food works? It’s all full of crap.”

“Thank you, but I don’t really feel like eating fruits right now. I had a tough week at work, so let me eat what I want.” They answered.

“What seriously? I don’t care, I don’t wanna hear your annoying ass complaining about how hungry you are when I'm about to sleep. So now, either you eat it or I’m forcing you to.” He frowned.

“I mean, you might as well try…!” they giggled, not taking him seriously as they were focused on the television.

“Tch, you think I’m not able to do that? I’d do anything to not hear you whine like a baby.” He peeled the banana and approached it from their mouth. “Now eat or I’ll force it in your mouth.”

Hanji laughed, this time louder. “I bet you can’t do it~” they teased him, just like they loved to do.

“Fine.” Levi did not hesitate, he shoved the tip of the banana in their mouth. “Now eat, I’m not gonna spend the whole night here.”

As they still refused to eat the banana, the scientist took it in their mouth but refused to chew.

“Stubborn as usual huh? Shitty head.” He frowned again and shoved the banana deeper into their mouth. As he proceeded, an unusual noise came out of Hanji’s mouth, and Levi began having ideas, especially since they were looking at him with innocent eyes, when his thoughts definitely were not of the sort. “Stop looking at me like that, just fucking eat it.”

As they were just having fun teasing him, they decided to move their head on the banana, back and forth, slowly.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he raised his voice, his cheeks blushing a bit. The brunette didn’t stop so soon, and after a minute, Levi could not resist his urges and decided to move the banana in their mouth himself. “Fucking nasty… you like that, don’t you? Being all slutty over a simple piece of fruit…” he spoke harshly, yet there was some kind of sweetness in his voice.

From the view they were getting, it was clear from Hanji’s sigh that Levi was getting aroused, and without really understanding why, they liked that and wanted to arouse him more. With this idea in mind, they moved their head again, faster this time, encouraging him to push it deeper.

“Fuck- what the hell…” he muttered. “You’re gonna suck on something else than a piece of fucking fruit if you keep going… but I’m pretty sure that’s what you want.”

Not wanting to keep him waiting for too long, Hanji nodded.

“Yeah? You wanna suck my dick?” Levi tried not to appear shy, he wanted to look attractive and confident.

Hanji hummed positively, and as soon as they did so, the short-tempered man did not think twice, he pulled the banana out of their mouth, throwing it on the coffee table. He then proceeded to unbuckle his belt and slid his trousers down, followed by his boxers, revealing his erection. “Sit properly. You’re nice enough to do me this favour, so at least I want you to be comfortable.”

They obeyed and sat as comfortable as they could. Once they were sitting properly, they wrapped a hand around his cock, bringing it towards their mouth. Levi expected them to take it in directly, however Hanji had other plans. They gave his tip a quick lick.

“Ah… shit…!” Levi moaned, not prepared for such contact. The brunette kept licking his tip, sometimes other parts of his dick, kissing them too.

“Fuck Hanji…” he grabbed onto their hair, “Don’t be such a tease…” he groaned. At this point, his cheeks were tinted in carmine and all he could think about was Hanji sucking his cock. Neither of them was paying attention to the television and its stupid programs anymore, it all became uninteresting.

Hanji began sucking on his tip, taking more of his length each time they moved their head. Soon enough, most of his length was in their mouth, Levi was afraid to hurt them if he pushed it further, despite the fact that he had the urge to do it. The whole time, both of them had kept eye contact, which only made Levi feel warmer inside, he wanted to fuck Hanji’s face so bad.

They decided to take all of his length, some of it reaching their throat now, causing a tiny gag noise to escape their mouth. Immediately, it worried Levi. “You okay? Tell me if it’s too much… I don’t wanna hurt you.”

The scientist moaned against him to let him know that they were fine, although Levi did not plan for such pleasurable noises, causing arousing vibrations. “Ughh fuck… where did you learn this… I wanna fuck your annoying mouth so badly…” he groaned again. Hanji grabbed his free hand and placed it on their head, letting him know that it was something they wanted too.

“Fuck you slutty shit… alright… tap on my leg if it’s too much okay?” They moaned positively again. Once he got their consent, Levi began rocking his hips back and forth into their mouth, arousal making him reach their throat too.

As this whole situation aroused Hanji too, they moaned each time he thrusted into their mouth, only to make him louder. After a few minutes, he spoke “Hanji… I’m gonna come…”, he sounded pretty desperate.

Not even a few seconds after he warned them, he released inside their mouth and pulled out when he was done. Hanji swallowed, much to his surprise. “Let’s hope this is healthier than biscuits…” he mentioned awkwardly. Hanji licked their lips and smiled at him, “Well, I hope this snack is healthy because I might end up craving it pretty often.” they flirted, immediately bringing back the shade of red that had begun fading away.

He took a short break, catching his breath and got down on his knees, stealing Hanji’s pyjama bottoms as well as their underwear. A blush appeared on the brunette’s cheeks. “Don’t be shy now, I’m paying you back.” He stood up again, grabbed both of their legs, placing them on his shoulders. As his tongue first came in contact with their cunt, a soft moan escaped Hanji’s mouth, followed by many others as Levi licked them. He was not sure how to proceed but did his best anyway. Arousing Hanji was exciting to him and even brought to his own arousal, so he tried to make them louder by teasing their entrance with his tongue.

“Ahh… Levii… please… please put it in…” they begged him. He obeyed, sliding his tongue inside them, making them louder just like he had hoped. Hanji seemed to really like that, but Levi pulled away rather quickly.

“Wha- why did you stop…? It was goo-“

They did not even have time to protest that he had shoved two of his fingers inside of them, while his mouth went hunting for their clitoris, sucking onto the piece of flesh. He started to move his fingers rather quickly, still hoping he was not hurting them, even though their pronounced wetness made it rather easy to move.

The brunette was turning into a moaning mess and Levi decided to look up at their face, it was even more erotic than he had thought. He could feel them clench on his fingers, meaning they were close. To only make things better for them, he grabbed their hips and sat on the sofa, making their back lie on his lap while he kept his tongue busy, holding them by their waist as their ass was up against his collarbone. One of his hands had glid under their pyjama top, playing with their tit as he shoved his tongue back inside of them. Hanji’s moaning only increased to turn into squeaks. “Levi…! Levi yes!!” they moaned his name as they came on his tongue, feeling so great that they wondered if their sensations were even real. Levi licked off what he could and sat them back down on the sofa.

“Should we go to bed now? I think it’ll be more comfortable.” He asked them.

“Ah Levi, shit. That was absolutely amazing… but I think I really need to sleep right now, you drained out all the little energy I had left. Sorry about that.”

“I see… sorry for assuming, I understand.” He seemed awfully disappointed.

“Don’t worry though, I want a banana for breakfast tomorrow.” They smirked a little.

“You-“ he blushed a little again, taken aback.

“Buuuut I think I need a goodnight kiss before that.” They chuckled, standing up.

Levi pulled them closer and kissed them, and the two of them kissed for a few minutes, the kiss getting deeper than they had planned. Levi finally pulled away, but only for a second so he could speak “I’m taking you to bed.”, he picked them up, holding them by their thighs as they kissed again, Hanji’s arms already wrapped around his neck. They kept kissing until he threw them on the bed, both of them taking their remaining clothes off.

Their kisses were too passionate for them to be just friends, they were signs of longing for one another, desperate touch finally granted. As breathing became their second preoccupation, they kissed until they fell asleep, right next to each other, as they both had fantasised for years.

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Hi everyone! It’s my first time posting something of my own here, so please be nice!

[redskull-fanatic]

Random collection of my headcanons bc I can’t have a cohesive thought and idk what to expand upon

Skull has a very complicated and confusing intimate history. At least.. Nowadays! He woke up from being an ice pop and suddenly all these new villains think he’s the hottest shit they’ve ever seen! He isn’t.. used to it, nor does he have any idea where it comes from. Some, he humors. Others, he ignores. Maybe it is to protect his empire.. Perhaps, it is to protect himself.. Like it or not, various villains chase his tail. He tolerates it. For now.

cOUGH COUGH HACK HACK— Okay so Imma rip off the bandage immediately.. Hawkeye and Red Skull would be very cute. hEAR ME OUT,, Just,, Snarky, Smartass Avengers Assemble Hawkeye getting wrapped up in Calculating, Cunning Skull’s plans? PEAK IDEA!! JUST P E A K!! I’m not one for Skull to venture far from Steve, however their history is.. complicated. Hawkeye.. He’s not Captain America, sure. He’s not the pinnacle of health (being deaf). He’s just a guy with arrows.. But.. that’s intriguing. Hawkeye is just a man with arrows, yet he’s an Avenger? Iron Man is a guy in a tin can, but he at least has money! Hawkeye.. is broke.. He’s snarky, he sasses Skull during most missions. He creates a back and forth with Johann only Steve really tries.. The other heroes? They don’t take things.. personally. Hawkeye does. Besides, he’s a blonde.. Skull is soft for blondes..

Red Skull and Captain America are each other’s comfort zones. They both woke in a changed world, one that shifts constantly. Sure, Skull is better at adapting than Steve. It’s his strong suit.. But, the world is still alien to him.. Steve feels this comfort more than Skull. The world changed, the one he knew is gone. His old friends? They all died.. The tech changed, the war is over, it’s all.. different. However, one thing remains the same. Red Skull. He’s the same Skull Cap remembers from the glory days. The accent remains, those piercing yellow eyes still glow, and his laugh is as evil as ever. Sure, Skull’s got a few new scars, but he’s still Cap’s same Skull. Steve is thankful for it.

Skull has various plots, sort of a plot A and plot B. Everyone sees plot A, rule the world, destroy the avengers, yadda yadda.. However, plot B is more.. selfish desires. Personal plans to satisfy a sense of.. longing in Skull. They’re more.. in tune with his heart, and he refuses to share them with most. Zola, Viper, and Night see the most of it. They’re his core support.. They’re granted access.. His B plans of course include his mother. He longs to bring her back, to at least meet her once.. Curiosity will always drive Johann and he longs to truly know.. Who she was. Does she like tea? Is her favorite color yellow? Can she sing? How will she feel about Hydra? So many questions he longs to answer.. Yet, his mother isn’t the only plan. He wants to create a daughter, one of science. He’d rather choke on his own blood then pursue a woman (as a gay man), so science will have to do. Though, he isn’t sure which candidate to use.. Him, definitely. Though, what other man is worthy to help create the new heir of Hydra?..

Skull gets bitches, okay. He’s got so many bitches trying to hit him up, it’s ridiculous. His army has grown beyond mere foot soldiers for this very reason. He has mechanical aid, thanks to his loyal lapdog Justin Hammer. He has technical aid, due to M.O.D.O.K’s.. strange devotion.. Vampires swarm Johann, thanks to the fact the Vampire King has set his eyes upon the Hydra leader.. At this point, Skull wouldn’t bat an eye if aliens become at his beck and call. Suppose he’s just that attractive..

Everyone agrees Skull is a fine piece of ass. Captain America will admit it, Hawkeye keeps pestering everyone about it, of course all of Hydra thinks so— Even Tony has to agree just so people stop bringing it up. The only one who’s too stubborn to address it is Widow, for she’s an aro/ace!!

Black Widow ACTUALLY has a Russian accent bc I’m upset they never give her one!! I also like the idea of her having spider features, bc she’s a BLACK WIDOW.. she’s also Hawkeye’s best friend bc I’d rather die than have another classic boy x girl love story.. cHRIST WOMEN AND MEN CAN JUST BE FRIENDS!!

Hawkeye is iconic, enough said. He is bisexual (male leaning), and is sort of a flirt. He flirts to take villains off guard, but if anyone offers to hit him up he wouldn’t object.. Also he’s deaf bc they need to stop taking away disabled representation!! He was practically raised in the circus of crime and has a big love for dance!! He’s better comic relief than Tony any day, and he’s super underrated. We stan AA Hawkeye!!

Mother Night and Viper are pillars of the Hydra empire and are very important in Skull’s life. Not only are they heads of his army, but they’re the female support he needs. Red Skull needs friends, he could truly thrive with a support system. He needs Viper’s level-headedness to keep him on the ground. While, Mother Night’s concern and affection for him allow Skull to know when he’s safe. We need more females within the Hydra army, and more women in general. Besides, they’re super cool and have awesome capes!!

Skull has complex feelings when it comes to parental.. things. He recalls his own father, and is envious of anyone who’s been graced with a mother. This all hits him when he decides to create an heir for Hydra.. Seeing baby Sin.. He’s conflicted, almost scared but won’t admit it. He doesn’t want to be like his father. He doesn’t want to live up to that.. However, he isn’t too sure how to properly parent either. At first, he is convinced he doesn’t want to raise a child. He’d rather have Zola age the baby up immediately, but.. Once he sees his little girl, he wants to hold her.. Carry her around and show her all of Hydra.. He’s lost in his head, and doesn’t know what to do.

Skull will always fixate on Captain America, that’s never going away! Though, his eyes have started to wander.. What if there truly is no hope for the Captain? He will never succumb to Johann’s wishes.. Perhaps, modern men aren’t so bad? Mr. Hammer practically begs Skull for the time of day.. He already has a loyal blonde at his feet. Besides, Hawkeye is a more.. receptive hero.. Sometimes, Skull believes it’s time to broaden his horizons. Let go of the past, only then can you prosper fully..

Red Skull is extremely starved and he doesn’t know it at all. He’s pent up, and the fucking idiot has no idea. He doesn’t know how much he longs for romantic and sexual attention. No fucking clue that he often day dreams about a proper Hydra wedding.. Does he stare at the male heroes? He can’t tell.. He doesn’t get lost in eyes, nor get flushed within certain arms. His heart refuses to flutter at many voices.. Skull doesn’t.. desire to dance with someone.. after a delightful dinner.. under the moon.. He doesn’t realize how lonely he truly is.

Skull did indeed freeze in the ice with Steve. Both crashed during that flight, and both were frozen staring at each other for years.. According to Steve, it was a very intimate encounter..

I really like Johann with the Tesseract, soooo I’m keeping it! It acts sort of like Jarvis, but it doesn’t speak. All it does it glow and display images for Skull. The Tesseract can hint at the future and give Skull advice. It’s a very friendly artifact! Though, has a bias towards Johann due to the very kind treatment Skull gives it!

There you go, enjoy my brain vomit—

[pissjesus]

… Which one of Gorillaz’ members do you think has the highest chance of being able to be in a “normal” relationship? Because I’ve pondering this question myself and I can’t come up with an answer. Other than “not Murdoc” but then again, he might be most likely to be seeing someone, not in any serious or committed way, but still. Everyone else also got their own quirks and oddities that might make being in a relationship difficult. So, what do you think?

Hmmmmmm there’s a lot to unpack. I know other people might interpret them differently, but based on the way I tend to write and headcanon them:

First off we know Murdoc is a chronic disaster and professional home-wrecker. Though he claims his enlarged heart is open to love, I think he enjoys the pursuit more than the actual relationship, if his mountain of personal issues isn’t standing in the way to begin with. I don’t think his relationships last because he’d either sabotage them out of fear or just get bored. He’s also jealous, but doesn’t see commitment as a two-way street. (Siggy has pretty much wormed her way into girlfriend status by now, but it’s because it’s my OCxCanon era and I want to dream. The loophole to making it work is by not living together— not even entertaining the prospect of doing so)

Pros: Probably very exciting and spontaneous; treats you extravagantly to show off

Cons: Jealous, non-committal, bored easily, has a slew of baggage he refuses to unpack

Noodle seems pretty adjusted on the surface but she completely missed out on socializing with people her age as a kid/teenager, which *has* to make her a little strange. I think she’s competitive and compares herself to others. She’d be bored by someone who’s not as smart or interesting as her but also jealous if they were smarter/more interesting. I also think she’s stubborn and tends to assume that what *she* wants is what everyone else wants, so she’d do things with good intentions but they might not be what the other person wants or needs. I also think she’d take rejection and criticism *very* personally. I also headcanon her as going back and forth between identifying as bi/lesbian, which isn’t a bad thing— just something she’s also going through.

Pros: Adventurous and passionate, would kill and die for you

Cons: Competitive and can come across as condescending; doesn’t take it well if told she needs to do something differently

Russel seems like he’d be very private about his relationships if he has them, and I don’t think he has many. Having his dead friends possessing his body means his thoughts and feelings were never truly private, so he’s probably a little repressed. That, and I think he’d have trouble moving on from losing Del— both feeling like he’s betraying his friend by moving on and also being afraid to get close to someone in case something happens to them too. I also think he’d feel responsible for the other person’s feelings all the time, but also won’t accept help.

Pros: Incredibly giving, sweet, and attentive

Cons: Distant and closed-off; feels too guilty about things that aren’t in his control

2D, I feel, is probably the most likely to pursue romantic relationships and I think he falls in love often and hard and is heartbroken over all of them. He’s definitely the most conventionally romantic, but he’s not very good at putting in the actual work: like communicating, setting boundaries, and attentiveness. Hot take, but I think he has the capacity to cheat. He’d feel really guilty, but he’d give in to temptation. I also think that if anyone wants to date 2D, they’d have to realize they’re basically dating Murdoc too because he won’t fucking leave

Pros: Romantic, fun to be around, patient, and trusting

Cons: Not very attentive, too invested too fast, would rather avoid conflict than work through it, has a tendency to develop co-dependent relationships, has a horrible little friend that’s always there and is also trying to fuck you

I don’t have a very conclusive answer to who’s the best at relationships— I’d say they’re all probably a little disastrous but if they found the right disaster who can handle their microcosm of strangeness, there’s hope for any of them

[deepseavibez]

Why So Serious? || MYG

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Why So Serious? [Yoongi x Reader]

Prompt - @casnextdoor

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Genre - Fluff; Comfort; Dad!Yoongi; Mom!Y/n; Drabble;

Summary - Why is your babygirl crying? And what can Daddy Yoongi do to make it better.

🎶- People - Agust D

Warning - Crying; Bad feelings(implied); Confused parents (at first)

Word Count - 1.7k

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'No.' You looked up at the short answer. Four year old tempers were a thing, you understood that but your baby girl hadn't said no to picking up her toys before.

After playtime Mina usually cleaned up after herself, the task relatively easy for her, something like a game to put everything in its place in the shortest time she could.

You believed she got it from her father, because there was no way the trait came from you. You relished in your organized chaos, if it felt like it should be there it would stay there. You would go as far as capping your pens but they were never in their holders, just strewn about your desk, the closest color to your mood for the day.

Stretching your arms out along the island where you were chopping up pieces of apple for a midday snack you gave your toddler your full attention.

'But your LEGOs are all over Minnie, and you finished playing with them this morning,' you tried to sound as gentle as possible - an invitation for an explanation.

'I don't want to.' She shook her head back and forth, no playfulness present, mouth a stubborn line, as if that answer was good enough.

'Mina, those are your toys, you played with them, would it be fair for Mommy to clean up after you?'

Shaking her head in response she looked down and away from you, twiddling with the ears of the giraffe teddy in her hand.

You gave her a minute to move, to respond, each second of it hiking up your level of annoyance.

'I won't ask again, Mina.' Your voice was stern now, patience worn thin.

'No, Mommy, No!' She cried out, and ran out of the room toward Yoongi's study.

'Mina,' you dragged out, following swiftly after her.

You found Yoongi at his desk, phone at his ear, he looked at you and motioned with his eyes toward the tuft of hair peeking out from between his legs.

Leaning on the door you watched her cry, something in you tugging at your chest in frustration, because all you wanted was for her to listen, but you also didn’t want her to cry. She was never like this.

'-- I'll email them by tomorrow, yeah sure, just text me. We can set up a meeting to discuss the list.' Ending his call, Yoongi discarded his phone immediately and reached between his legs to settle his babygirl on his lap.

The transition would amuse you on any other day, the serious, intimidating Min Yoongi, softening his lips, his eyes, using gentle fingers against Mina's cheeks to wipe away her tears.

'What is my pretty girl crying about huh,' he asked, as he tried to make her face him.

Shaking her head in refusal to answer, he looked up at you, a camouflaged seriousness in his eyes, meant only for you.

'She refuses to pick up her LEGOs, told me no, and when I asked her again she ran out of the room crying.' Your voice sounded even but just by looking at you Yoongi could see, you were unnerved. The tantrum uncharted territory, especially for a task carried out so many times before.

'Daddy!' You had barely explained before she burst into tears again, falling into his chest, hiding her face from view.

Holding her close and patting her head tenderly he looked up at you in alarm, 'Why is she-, ' he mouthed at you.

'I don't know,' you mouthed back, shrugging your shoulders in emphasis, your expression bewildered.

Staring ahead for a few seconds, he contemplated before his eyebrows smoothed out, a realization crossed his face, as he decided to do something.

Interest piqued, you straightened up, and watched him, ready to jump in and follow his lead.

Your crying four year old still bawled her eyes out, hiccups coming from her chest, her throat would be ouchy later, you thought in concern.

‘Shh, baby, shh, you aren't in trouble, but you need to tell Daddy why you won’t clean up your toys.’ His voice was soft and coaxing as he gradually pulled her back to look at him. Grabbing tissues from the box he had near his desk for situations like sticky fingers and leaky noses, he wiped her tears and her small nose.

Yoongi, even now, in a situation like this had you in a pile of mush. He was not outwardly one for softness, especially with his blunt nature and his solid hands, but here he was gingerly running his fingers through Mina’s hair and setting it as he cooed at her to stop crying, to listen to Daddy.

Her voice hoarse from crying so hard she answered him, ‘I don't feel okay daddy.’

‘Are you hungry?’ Yoongi prompted, discarding the tissues in the wastebin, his hand now at her back and waist, holding her up, and lowering his head with a sulky expression to match hers.

With a shake of her head, she rubbed at her eye, he tilted his head to the side, and prompted again. ‘Are you tired? We could nap, you and I together, Mommy too.’

Another shake of her head, this time her frown prominent and lip quivering, as if ready to burst into another set of tears.

‘Did mommy do or say something bad to you,’ he asked in a whisper, talking her into telling him a secret.

Your eyes widened at the question, panicking internally in resistance. What was that supposed to mean? As if there were eyes at the back of his head, he held up his hand, a clear sign to wait.

Mina shook her head hard, now in a state, more confusion than ever clouding her features as she battled not to cry. ‘It feels bad, Daddy, I don’t like it and it won’t go away.’

‘Is it telling you to be mean to Mommy?’ Yoongi asked as she grabbed onto his shirt again, ready to hide away.

‘It just feels icky,’ she answered wetly, looking over at you her eyes widened momentarily ‘Mommy don't cry. Daddy I made Mommy cry,’ she cried out in desperation.

Your eyes blurred with unshed tears at your baby’s voice, holding a hand to your mouth you kept as quiet as possible. Yoongi had this.

Yoongi swallowed hard at his daughter's face, his protective instincts flaring, but this was one boogeyman he needed her to fight with him.

‘Baby,’ he used another tissue to wipe up the fresh tears. Moving the keyboard aside, he sat her up on his desk in front of him so she could lay her head on his shoulder and he could rub her back. ‘Sometimes Mina, we feel bad inside, and we don't know what to do about it.’ His voice was smooth as he explained, no indication that he had been affected. ‘It tells us to be mean, because we don't know what we’re really feeling and it's okay baby, because Mommy and Daddy feel it too, and we’re here for you. We love you.’’

‘Do you think it's okay to be mean to mommy.’ He was so patient about it as he asked her and it left you in awe as he made her understand.

‘No,’ the word muffled as half her face was squished on her father’s shoulder.

‘No it isn't, baby, and we can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong.’ Pulling back he smiled softly, her cheeks puffed up and blotchy, eyes shiny but without tears. ‘If you told mummy you were feeling icky, she would have tried to help, right?’

She nodded enthusiastically at that. ‘Mommy always helps me.’

Your heart soared at the statement as you watched the energy come back to your Mina.

‘There's my girl,’ Yoongi smirked as he pinched her nose and she scrunched up her face, at the action. ‘So from now on, when you feel like this again, you can tell Mommy or Daddy and we can help you and take care of you.’ Holding out his pinky finger, she smiled as she curled her small pinky finger around his - she knew we took pinky promises very seriously.

‘Come on, let's go give mummy a hug and tell her you're sorry.’ She reached up her hands to be picked up as he stood from his office chair.

Mina reached out for you as Yoongi carried her towards you and you plucked her easily from him. Her hands immediately wrapped around your neck and she placed a wet kiss on your cheek.

‘I'm sorry for being meany mommy.’

‘It's okay baby,’ rocking her back and forth, you closed your eyes at the feel of your small human in your arms, a certain escape, as if everything in the world mattered a little less as long as she was okay. ‘Mommy feels bad too sometimes, and you know what daddy does?’ You prompted excitedly.

She leaned back to look at you, her cheeks puffy, lips pouting, as she listened to you.

‘Daddy gives me lots of cuddles and kisses me here and here and here and here,’ you placed kisses on her cheeks and forehead and nose, ‘and he gives me food, and chocolate and anything else I want.’

Giggling now, your chest ached at her happiness, a sweet ache, her importance beyond anything she could imagine.

‘Did you know Daddy got me Gloss when I felt really really bad.’

‘Big white gloss,’ she motioned with her hands, her eyes full of wonderment.

‘Yep,’ you popped the ‘p’. ‘Big white gloss,’ your own excitement palpable at the mention of the white teddy bear on your bed, his size slightly bigger than her form.

‘Mommy,’ she motioned you forward with her hand and you leaned closer to her, ‘Can daddy get me a gloss too?’ She told you in your ear.

Her very loud whisper had you turning your attention to the man who now leaned against the wall and watched the interaction.

He smiled his gummy smile as wrapped his arms around both of you and answered her softly, ‘Anything for you Minnie.’

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