#I also made the mistake to assume you were black since you care so much but jeez you’re probably not so I don’t even owe you an explanation

[stanleyl]

As a black woman, why do you hate Zendaya? I'm really curious. Is it the way Zs fans abuse Tom? Is it you're obsessed with him and are jealous? I don't get it! You refer to Zendaya as her,that's rude as fuck. Are you trying to appease your pathetic anons who run to you for validation? You're the mirror imagine of Zendaya fans who abuse Tom just you want Tom with anyone but Z

Okay, I’m responding to this because I’m genuinely tired of watching you torture yourself with these ideas.

You know why I’ve been ignoring your asks? Because I don’t need to explain myself to you over something I am not. I’ve mentioned Zendaya by name plenty of times, and these days, I barely mention her at all. I don’t know what is your fucking problem, but since you’ve been around for a while, you’ve probably seen other Tom fans call me a hater just because I don’t always put him on a pedestal. It’s the same for every celebrity. I have both positive and negative opinions, but I’m not this person who is constantly slandering Zendaya or tracking everything she does just to criticize her. I’m not out here bothering her fans with hateful comments about *her* (because those are her pronouns, and it’s ridiculous that even that offends you).

Not agreeing with my opinions is one thing, but twisting them into something I’m not is another. You can worship whatever celebrity you like, but don’t make it my problem as if I owe you an explanation just because I’m not acting the way you think I should. Just like I don’t owe anything to the Tom fans constantly shading me or calling me a hater, I don’t owe you anything either.

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One of the blogs here was recently discussing Tom’s career, and some Tomdaya blog screenshot their post, acting like it was the most offensive thing ever. As if caring about his career more than his relationship is somehow a crime 😯 Even another blog, which used to post nothing but positive things about Zendaya, got asks saying ‘but I thought you hated her’ just because they started talking about how they wanted to see Tom succeed beyond Spidey. Do you see a pattern?

[sturnlsstuff]

MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo

| ".... god, i hate that i missed you so much"

pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader

summary: your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.

warnings; smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, pet names, praising, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, rough sex, car sex, crying, public¿ sex, cursing, mdni

a/n: literally my first fanfic after a looong time so please bear with me, if its bad... you know why. english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes! also its a little long 😭 part two here !!

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she laughed at some joke her friend made and took another bite of her pizza. it was late friday afternoon, she and her bestfriends were hanging out, since there was nothing else to do. everything was great, until her phone buzzed. she looks at her screen, immediately smiling when she sees his name. she wasn't even aware that her lips had curved into a smile.

her friends were too busy with their own conversation, so she uses her moment and grabs her phone, reading the message from chris. she hasn't heard from him in over two weeks, she had no clue what he was doing, or where he was. she also didn't want to ask, hating the feeling of being too desperate. and it's not like he owns her any explanation either.

chris: u busy?

she bites her lip, fighting the urge to smile again as she replies back.

y/n: hi to you too

y/n: yeah im out with friends, whats up

chris: having fun?

chris: when u gonna be home ma?

y/n: like in an hour or so

chris: can u hurry up? c'mon kid i miss ya

y/n: you do???

she can't help but genuinely grins this time, her eyes widen a little. did he miss her? or was he just saying that to make her give in? he always knew how to talk to her, to make her going feral over him. but she wanted to believe he means it this time.

chris: hell yeah i do

chris: get ur ass out here

she looks at her friends, that were still yapping about something, that she couldn't care less about right now. she needed to see him. he never said he missed her before.

y/n: then come pick me up, im sending u the address

chris: omw gorgeous

chris is already in his car, when she sends him the address. not being able to see her for over two weeks, made him think. A lot. he has been her drug dealer for over a year now, there was tension between them since the beginning, so it didnt take them long to finally fuck at some party a few months ago. and since then, it's happening every now and then, usually they meet to smoke together, then they end up all over each other.

after a few minutes, he parks the car in front of the pizzeria, finally seeing her. she made a stupid excuse for her friends to leave, not being able to hide her excitement, so they just could assume what was going on.

chris gets out of the car, looking her up and down, licking his lips as she was only wearing a black crop top and baggy camo pants. he personally loved those, especially on her.

he opens the door for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "get in."

she tried her hardest to act casual, but just seeing him after a while, in all black outfit, was enough to make her dizzy. and she could swear he got a haircut. his hair was so much shorter, and she loved it.

she smiles, keeping the eye contact while getting inside the car. he closes the door, his eyes roaming all over her body as she walked towards him. he snaps back to reality, getting to the other side and climbing back into the drivers seat. he was feeling so many things that he couldn't express.

"missed me so bad, you couldn't wait an hour, huh?" she speaks up, putting on the seatbelt and looking over at him, while he starts the car.

she notices the way he looks her up and down, his eyes stopping at her exposed skin a little too long.

"i've missed my favorite customer." he smirks, going back to the eye contact.

"yeah, your favorite customer... right." she says sarcastically, trying her hardest to keep her cool and not to blush under his stare.

he grins before replying, focused on keeping his hands on the wheel instead of her body. it was getting harder with every second. "yeah, the one i always gotta give free stuff to."

"oh, dont act like i force you to do this..." she scoffs, still looking at him. "you know i always want to pay you."

"i know y'do... doesn't mean i will stop givin' it to you for free though."

"see, and that's crazy."

chris rolls his eyes, loving and hating at the same time, how she always had to talk back to him. he's driving, planning to go to her house, but the way she's looking right now, and especially her attitude, is making him crazy. he feels his dick getting harder with every second.

"whatever, ma. i know you secretly like it."

"yeah, sure." she mumbles with sarcastic tone, her eyes still watching him. seeing him driving was one of her favorite things in the world, he always looked so good. she appreciates, that he gives her stuff for free or cuts down her prices, but dealing was his job, he was making money out of it, so she always felt bad when he didnt want her cash. "what made you busy for so long? thought the cops caught or some shit"

chris bites his lip, his eyes glancing over to her for a second, before focusing back on the road. he never felt so desperate like right now, just having her in his car like that...

once he hears her question, he snaps back to reality and smiles. "the cops? please, sweetheart, they can suck my dick."

chris changes his direction, spotting an empty parking lot and he drives there. "i was out of town, had to deal with some business... nothin' to worry about now." he explains, parking and turning off his car, and his stare travels to her, scanning her face and body. "you're so curious...."

she nods, now understanding why he wasn't texting her these past two weeks, she was a bit ashamed 'cause she honestly thought maybe he got bored of her, so she didn't text him either. she still got some weed until yesterday, so she also had no reason to.

"why would you stop here?" she asks, looking at him with a little frown, but once she sees his smirk, the realization hits her. the excitement filling her body, the tension between them so noticeable, it makes her shiver.

he stares at her for a moment, adjusting his pants and then suddenly he unbuckles his seatbelt, sitting back in his seat so there was more space now.

"c'mere."

her eyes travels down on his lap, seeing the noticeable big bulge even through his jeans. she blushes slightly, looking back at him, the smirk still playing on his lips and it makes her weak in her knees.

"chris..." he cuts her off by reaching over and grabbing her chin, tilting her face closer to his.

"y'gonna do what i said, or keep talking back?"

she immediately unbuckles her seatbelt, moving over the center console and she gets into his lap, straddling him. she wasn't gonna act like she didn't miss him too, because, goddamn, she did. she presses herself onto his hard dick, watching him closely, and seeing how desperate and frustrated he was right now. It made her feel a little bit of a power, that she decided to take advantage of.

"now, was that so hard, ma?" he smirks even more, trying to hide his growing need for her, but his hands moves to grip onto her thighs. he felt the urge to touch her all over.

"you know, fifteen more minutes and we would be at my place-"

"you really think, i would wait fifteen fucking minutes, when i havent seen you for two weeks, and you look like that?" he loves the way she looks at him, with such admiration. she was so pretty in his eyes, he never felt this type of desperation for anyone ever before.

"and who's fault is that?" his hands grips her tighter and puts her closer in on his lap, making a little bit of friction, that he so desperately needs. his fingers digging into her skin, while he stares into her eyes.

"shut up for once, yeah?"

"make me." she smirks, challenging him. he doesn't have to hear it twice, loving the attitude she's giving him right now. his hand moves up from her thigh to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and he kisses her roughly, grabbing her ass with his other hand as he does.

she smiles against his lips, immediately kissing him back with the same intensity, and she grinds down against his clothed dick, feeling her own need growing with every second. she missed the way he kissed her, she missed his lips, his hands all over her, his body against hers. she missed him and she hated to admit that.

she slides her tongue into his mouth, he bites her lip in response and lets her lead the kiss. moving up his hips to feel her more and not being able to hold back, he groans against her lips. he never felt so needy before. he pulls away for a moment to speak, and starts trailing kisses down her neck, squeezing her ass, before his hand moves up, caressing the skin on her exposed stomach.

"god, i hate that i missed you so much."

it slips from his mouth, he doesn't think much about it as he sucks on her skin, but for her it meant everything. she tilts back her head, giving him more space and she grinds against his lap some more, running her hand through his brown hair. he lets out a growl as she grinds down on him, making him even harder and he bucks his hips up again. lifting up his head from her neck his stare finds hers, the noticeable lust in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. the smirk coming back to his face once he notices her flushed cheeks.

"what 'bout you, huh, ma? missed me too?"

she closes her eyes, their face so close to each other, it makes their lips brush when she replies him back.

"yeah... i did"

he grins, his hands playing with the waistband of her pants. that's all he needed to know, that she missed him as much as he missed her. even though they both were aware, they should'nt.

"how much, hm?" he unzips her pants, she lifts herself up, gripping his shoulders to balance herself and helps him take them off. then she straddles him again, trying to hold back her smile, but not being able to.

"want me to show you?"

he groans after her words, feeling her wet panties pressing against his hard dick and he bucks up his hips again, being so desperate, that he was ready to beg her. he starts marking her neck again, his hand traveling between her legs, massaging her clit through her underwear. her breath hitches in her throat, she lets out a little whine and grips his hair slightly.

"so wet already... shiiiitttt... all this f'me, huh?" he says against her skin, bitting on it slightly and making her moan. he adds more pressure, circling over her clit. "lift this shit up."

his tone demanding, he wasn't asking. she lifts up her top, revealing her breasts. he looks at her now, his eyes going back and forth between her tits, and her face. "fuck... not wearing a bra? fuckin' slut..."

he licks her hard nipple, then starting sucking on it. her hand tightens in his hair, tilting her head back and she lets out more whimpers. she was supposed to be the one in control this time, she craved it and saw how needy he is, but the way he's touching her, makes her losing her mind. he then pulls her panties to the side, running his fingers through her wet folds and suddenly putting one inside her. not even giving her any time, he just starts pumping in and out, adding another finger after a moment, now stretching her out. he pulls away from her nipple, looking at her face.

"c-chris..." she moans quietly, trying her hardest to keep the eye contact, but struggles to do so. her hands now traveling down his chest and unbuckling his belt.

"yeah, ma? y'like that?" he tries to keep his cool, still working his fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling them and making her whine in response. "look at you... so, fuckin' desperate on my lap. missed my fingers, huh? want some more?"

she desperately nods, squeezing around his fingers, but once he feels that, he pulls them out immediately putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. she whines, pouting her lips when he stops.

"show me how much you missed this dick then."

she bites her lip, unzipping his pants and with his help, she pulls them down to his knees, his boxers following after a second. chris leans his head back against the seat, gripping her hips as she gives him a few strokes before pulling her underwear to the side. she runs her thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it all over his cock, using it as a lubricant and then she lowers herself slowly on his cock, the movement making them both moan out loud with pleasure. she stays like this for a moment, needing to adjust after these past two weeks without him.

"fuckk...so tight...your pussy was made f'me.." he groans, tightening his grip on her hips and he watches her closely, as she finally starts moving on him. he’s holding himself back from moving up his hips and taking over, trying so hard not to thrust into her. he loves the feeling of her body against his and he’s missed it so much. he needed it, he needed her and he hated that. the feeling just kept growing, making the space in the car feel even smaller.

he pulls her back down into another kiss, this time more sloppy, continuing to move his tongue against hers, tasting her. she kisses him back, starting speeding up her pace and now bouncing on him harder. his dick hitting just all the right spots, making her moan loudly while chris tries to focus on the kiss and not to lose his composure. he wanted to take over, he always did, but the feeling of her riding him like that, has him gripping the seat. he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself together and he knows his patience wont last long. he looks up at her again, his eyes glued to her face.

"fuckkkk, ma.... takin' all of me so well... shit..." he hisses, when she speeds up even more. "so good.... s-so good f'me...."

she grips into his shoulders more, moaning loudly at his praises and she continues moving. chris is in complete ecstasy as she picks the pace up, a feeling like he hasn’t experienced before. there's just something about her on top and taking what she wants, that's got him feeling so many things at once.

“fuck.. just like that” one of his hands grab her ass, giving it a squeeze and then slapping it. "fuckin' slut... you like it? fucking in my car? takin' it just like a little bitch.... yeah? shitttt..."

he moans now not being able to hold back, and he starts thrusting into her. she gasps for air, her eyes closing shut as she tightens around him. "oh, wanna cum, huh? not yet darlin'...." he grips her hips more, his tip hitting her g-spot with every move.

"chris i-"

she cuts herself off with another moan, not being able to think straight. she digs her nails into the back of his neck, her head falling down on his shoulder and he immediately stops. her eyes snap open, she lifts up her head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you better don't look away f'me, ma.... wanna see your pretty face y'know? and keep makin' those sexy little sounds...got it?"

she nods, but it's not enough from him as he speaks up again. "use your words baby, c'mon... you aint that fucked out of your mind yet, hm?"

"i got it, just... please..." she whines, moving her hips, wanting to bounce on him again, but he stops her. she pouts. "chrissss......"

"get to the backseat." he demands, after scanning her face for a while. he wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserves. he wasn't even thinking about himself, he couldn't care less about his release. he just needed to make her feel good, making sure no one else can do what he can.

she pulls away from him, now moving over the center console again, struggling a bit but she gets into the backseat. chris obviously smacks her ass as she does, what makes her squeak.

"chris!"

but he just smirks, pulling off his pants and boxers all the way down and throwing it on the passenger seat, so it wasn't in the way. he gets on the back himself, there was little space, but enough to get into his favorite position. chris puts his hand on her back, forcing her to get on her knees and hands on the seat, as he positions himself behind her. chris loves the way he can get her all desperate and begging, so he teases her now. he moves his tip along her folds, making her whine. then he slowly puts it in, but after a few seconds he pulls back again.

"chris...." she whines, knowing he's playing with her now.

"yeah, baby?"

she bites her lip, her face pressing into the seat and she lifts up her hips more. "stop teasing me, please...."

he grins even more, slapping her pussy with his dick and then he suddenly pulls his cock all the way in, making her gasp and scream out of pleasure. the new angle let him hit all of her sweet spots.

"whatever you want, princess." he starts thrusting into her with a very intense and fast pace, going as deep as he could. the car now filled up with her moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. he grips her hips tight, keeping her in place. he can feel her squeezing around his cock again, and he lets out a growl. "c'mon.... cum all over me...wanna see you while y'do..."

chris moves one of his hands, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, having a good view on her face. her mouth wide open, letting out loud moans, her eyes rolling back.

"oh my god!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the seat like her life depended on it and she releases, the wet, squelching sound coming from her now louder. he groans, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.

"you feel so good... cummin' like that f'me... such a good girl.."

she moans, squeezing around him again, the overstimulation now making her shiver as he keeps going with the crazy pace, not slowing down at all. he lets go of her hair, her head immediately falling onto the seat and he grips by her hips again, making sure she feels him as deep as he wants her to. he growls, being on the edge himself.

"i'm... close.." he mutters, throwing his head back. "gonna fill you up, yeah?"

she whines nodding desperately, but then he smacks her ass giving her a sign to answer verbally.

"shit! yes, fuck, yes chris, please!" she feels tears filling up her eyes from the pleasure, a few of them coming down her cheeks moment later. chris bites his lip, feeling her tightening around him. he moves one of his hands between her legs, now rubbing her clit, while still thrusting hard into her, but his movements getting sloppier. she cries out, her legs trembling and his dick twitches, finally cumming inside her, his warm sticky release filling her up and dripping out of her. he curses under his breath, digging his fingers into her skin, leaving bruises as he does. she feels him cumming, and the overstimulation from him lazily massaging her clit and still hitting her g-spot, makes her finish again. the pressure in her stomach now becoming too much, unable to hold back, she feels the liquid squirts out of her in waves.

his eyes snap open, looking down at her and he growls. he slows down until he eventually stops, after they both ride out their highs, this time not wanting to overstimulate her. looking at the mess she made, he can't help but feel a bit cocky about it.

"shit, ma.... squirtin' all over me, huh? is it how it is now?" he smirks, a little surprised that he made her do that but he couldn't be more proud. he pulls out of her, letting go of her hips and her body immediately falls onto the seat. she's breathing heavily, not being able to reply yet. "that's my fuckin' girl.."

he runs his fingers along her inner thigh, collecting her and his cum and he leans in a bit, covering over her. he looks at her fucked out expression and the smudged mascara on her cheeks. "look at me."

she opens her eyes, her mind blank, body shaking. he puts his fingers into her mouth, she immediately cleans them up, tasting both his and her release on her tongue, making sure she keeps the eye contact with him while she does that.

"you're so hot." he says now kissing the tears on her cheeks away. "took me so well..."

she smiles, seeing his flushed cheeks and messy hair sticking to his forehead. it was her favorite view.

"y'good, kid? don't go all mute on me now.."

"don't call me that...." she mumbles, trying to get her sarcastic attitude back, but she was absolutely spent right now. "i'm fine."

he just grins, gently patting her cheek before he pulls away. she slowly lifts herself up, trying to fight her trembling legs and she sits up now, facing him. not being able to do anything more yet, her glare moving to her legs and the seat she made mess on. she feels her cheeks growing hotter, now suddenly embarrassed and trying to ignore his stare. this never happened to her with him before and she didn't know what he thought about it.

"sorry about... the seats" she mumbles, grimacing.

he raises his eyebrows, now seeing her embarrassment and he doesn't understand why. it was a little surprising but he felt so proud. he already wanted to make her do it all over again. "you f'real? don't even say sorry, ever again."

she's still not so sure, blushing even more as he wipes her cheeks from the smudged mascara and then runs his hand through her hair, trying to fix it a little bit. he smiles softly. "gonna clean this up later, don't you worry 'bout that, okay?"

chris then reaches into the center console for the tissues, grabbing them and spreading her legs with his hands. she watches him closely seeing how he starts just gently cleaning her up. this simple movement makes her feel the heat rising from her cheeks down to her neck, so she just covers her face with her hands shyly. not really being able to understand why is she so embarrassed this time, he grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to move away from her face.

"y'gotta be kiddin' me. don't hide from me, ma." chris mutters. "not when you made such pretty mess in my car."

with a quiet sigh, she lets him take her hands off of her face. she chews on her bottom lip nervously while he goes back to cleaning her up, touching her slightly as she was made from some kind of glass. it was even cute, how he just made sure she was fine. it's not their first rough sex, but this one was definitely more intense and for some reason felt so... different. she had this strange feeling in her chest, just seeing him focused on wiping her legs and how he didn't seem to care about his covered in her release seats. once he's done, he sits beside her, wrapping his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. she doesn't like the silence, even if before it was never awkward, this one was bothering her as she couldn't stop feeling unfamiliar emotions.

"i ran out, by the way." she suddenly blurts out, making him laugh. there was no way in hell this girl was real.

"yeah? good to know. gonna give y'some more later."

"im paying this time."

"oh, you've paid enough already." she immediately looks up at him, smacking his shoulder and he chuckles in response, pretending to be in pain. "woaaahh, bein' a little brat again, hm?"

"that's not funny, im giving you money." her tone shows no objection, he smirks and nods, knowing he won't take anything from her anyway. they sit like that for a moment, before he speaks up, knowing he will get another hit after that.

"soooo... round two?"

"christopher, i swear to god."

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a/n: oh my god this seems sooo long 😭 tell me what yall think, i feel like i kinda fucked up with the whole dealer vibe but lmk please! i honestly enjoyed writing that so who knows..

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Was the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black actually any special, and were they seen as some kind of royalty to outsiders?

Because in every (or most) fanfic I’ve read with them, they are always depicted as being way above anyone and everyone else, even their own partners. The only ones good for them, or the only ones who understand them, are the ones with black blood running through their veins. As if they are some sort of gods that no one, but others with their blood, can touch. And everyone loves (and/or hates) them and wants to be a part of their family because they are so powerful and attractive, but watch out because they are prone to being crazy.

Which is actually another thing I wanted to point out and ask:

Did the Black family actually have some kind of curse of madness?

Hi 👋

Now, like many, I'm not immune to being completely fascinated by the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, so I was pretty stoked about this ask.

For the first part, are the Blacks actually as important as they make themselves (or fandom makes them to be)?

The short answer is not really, but they are important.

Now, the long answer:

I mentioned here how I believe the Wizengamot functions like a council of lords (which is what the Witengamot is named after in our real world), as such, families like the Blacks, the Longbottoms, and even the Potters likely do have a "noble title" (for lack of a better term) that allows them a seat there.

That being said, I don't think the Blacks are above any of the other families there, not really, but they think they are. The Blacks are an old wizarding family, they can probably trace their family tree back to the founders' era and perhaps even before, and it's important to them. They take pride in this legacy of one of the oldest pure-blood families in Britain. The Malfoys, for example, are probably richer than the modern Blacks, but they don't have the Wizengamot title and they came from France, they're not British Pure-Bloods, not originally, and I think the Blacks as a whole would look down on that. But other Wizengamot families that have just as much British history should be their equals then, and they are unless you ask a Black. They are a very proud family, and they might think they're above everyone, but they're the only ones thinking it.

I also personally headcanon that they have more houses aside from Grimmauld Place as well. I mean, back in the Regency and Victorian era it was common for richer aristocrats to have a manor away from London and then a townhouse/manor in London for the social season. So, I kinda assumed that's what Grimmauld Place initially was. So it isn't the family manor the way Malfoy Manor is and there is a Black Manor somewhere in the countryside.

For the second question:

No, I don't think the Black Madness is real.

Let's define "madness". Since it isn't really a medical term, I'd go with the dictionary on this one:

So, we'll treat it as repeated foolish, frenzied, or uncontrolled behavior that cannot be explained by other factors.

We don't meet many Blacks, and most of the ones we do are far from mad (I'll get to Bellatrix and Walburga).

Both Narcissa and Andromeda are completely sound of mind. Sure, they might have made mistakes, or rash decisions on occasion, but that's being human. They both care deeply for their families and act in their best interest. And they are intelligent, logical, controlled, and consistent in their behavior. So, two Black sisters are not insane.

What about the Black brothers, Sirius and Regulus?

Well, neither of them ever read as mad to me. Regulus was obsessed with Voldemort until he realized what he got himself into and his actions weren't ones of a madman, a desperate one, maybe, but not mad. He was smart enough to figure out about Voldmort's Horcruxes and smart enough to do something about it without Voldemort knowing.

Sirius isn't at the best of mental state when we see him considering it's after 12 years in hell on earth. But he is logical, sane, and sound, especially during Goblet of Fire in which he uncovers the plot with Barty Crouch Jr perfectly, just getting the wrong Death Eater. He comes to correct conclusions about people and is clearly intelligent:

“I don’t know,” said Sirius slowly, “I just don’t know . . . Karkaroff doesn’t strike me as the type who’d go back to Voldemort unless he knew Voldemort was powerful enough to protect him. But whoever put your name in that goblet did it for a reason, and I can’t help thinking the tournament would be a very good way to attack you and make it look like an accident.”

(GoF, page 334)

Yes, his mental state deteroits in OOTP when he's back at Grimmuald Place, but that's Sirius dealing with his grief, trauma, his sense of helplessness, and complicated feelings about his family. He never was mad, even then, just in a really shitty situation.

And yes, he was cruel as a teenager, but as I keep saying later in the post, cruelty does not equal madness.

So, what about Bellatrix, the fandom's poster child for the Black Madness?

I don't think she's insane either, well, at least she wasn't until Azkaban. In her trial, she is quiet throughout the proceedings, looking board, even, until the verdict is given:

The dementors were gliding back into the room. The boys’ three companions rose quietly from their seats; the woman with the heavy-lidded eyes looked up at Crouch and called, “The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!”

(GoF, 595-596)

She is fanatical, sure, but there's no baby talk like we see in OOTP, she is cold and clearly understands the situation, she isn't in a frenzy but in control. She just knows about at least one Horcrux so she truly believes what she is saying and from her point of view, it makes sense she believes that. I won't say she is right to torture and murder Voldemort, no, she is cruel and sadistic, always was. But you can be cruel and sadistic without being mad.

The baby voice she was useing when talking to Harry in OOTP was a taunt as well, not how she usually speaks:

“Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?” she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now.

(OotP, 810)

The moment he cast an unforgivable and she started treating him seriously she dropped the baby voice.

She is cruel and fanatical, but not insane. She rightfully suspects Snape throughout HBP and DH, she is aware of her surroundings enough to see Snape's loyalty is odd when many others don't. She is intelligent and logical. She can keep herself in check when she wants to, she's, just, obsessive, and willfully blind to anything to do with Voldemort because she practically worships him.

But, she isn't mad in the sense the Black Madness seems to imply. Also, I think how we see her, post-Azkaban is worse than how she was before. I think we met a less stable, crueler version of Bellatrix, not that she wasn't cruel before, but she was more stable I think. I mean, she did spend about 14 years in Azkaban, and Fudge said Sirius looked too sane to him after a decade in the place. The Wizarding World expects the prisoners in Azkaban to lose it. So, is it really a wonder Bellatrix was affected by her time there?

And what about Walburga who screeched about blood-traitors and mudbloods constantly? Well, I think, like Bellatrix, we're seeing the worst of her.

I mean, Walburga had her portrait painted after:

Her eldest and favored son ran away from home

Her second obedient son joined the Dark Lord and then disappeared. She likely believed he died a painful torturous death of a traitor considering that's what everyone thought.

Her husband died soon after, leaving her alone with Kreature in a gloomy home that hasn't felt like a home to any of them since the war started brewing in the 1970s. Since Sirius left.

So, I think the version we see of her, is one who was grieving. She was lonely, bitter, and in mourning. And that is the state of mind the portrait captured. I think magical portraits capture the person as they are when they sit down to have the portrait taken, so it captures all of Waburga's pain, and Walburga, proud daughter of the house of Black spits acid instead of letting her pain get to her. Instead of allowing herself to feel the guilt that is weighing her down.

Walburga was never been the picture of a good mother, or of stability, but I mentioned here and other times that I don't believe Walburga was physically abusive at any point, but she always had high expectations for her sons, especially Sirius. She probably had control, and she wasn't always as frenzied as we see her, we just see a version of her broken by life, and when she broke, she got so much worse.

So, I don't think there is a curse of Black madness, not really. It's just the Black family had shit luck in the Wizarding Wars, and to a degree, it was their own doing — their pure-blood mania that sent their kids away.

As for other members, well, we know Alphard was sane enough to give Sirius money when he ran away. We know Araminta wanted to legalize muggle-hunting and Elladora started the tradition of hanging house elves' heads on the walls. The thing is, you don't need to be mad to be cruel, you can be perfectly calm, collected, and intelligent and still do unimaginable horrors. In the case of Araminta and Elladora, they don't consider muggles and house elves as human, as equal to them. therefore their pain and suffering aren't cruel in their eyes, it's like killing a deer and mounting its head on the wall, it's an animal, and it's fine. I don't think they were even necessarily cruel towards other wizards, just towards those they considered lesser, who they thought of as animals. They weren't good people, but that doesn't make them mad.

I think there is something to be said about evil not always equaling insanity and that people who'd be medically considered completely sane can do a lot of evil. I think calling every evil character insane or mad cheapens these terms and has always felt to me like a cop-out. Insane is what you call someone you want to Other, to forget that the evil they committed was done by a person, it's a way to wave their behavior away and say: "Well, I can't understand why they did that, they're insane," and this kind of excuse for characters' behavior always left a bad taste in my mouth. Evil can be done by perfectly sane humans, and I think that angle of analysis, is much more interesting because then you force yourself to understand. You force yourself to face the humanity in a character in a way calling them mad won't allow you to. Real evil is hardly ever so simple as "madness" makes it out to be.

(As a side note, I think it's possible quite a few of the Blacks have mental health issues, but that's very different than how terms like madness and insanity are thrown around and portrayed)

[justcallmehappy]

“Rain”

(Step 2) Qiu Lin x gn!MC

Synopsis: Rain was always bittersweet to you. However, for Mx. Qiu Lin, it was the opposite. They find the rain calming, so why is it that Qiu and your opinions have switched today?

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: this was angstier than i meant it to be… also, i haven’t written in a bit so i’m pretty rusty. still, i hope you enjoy!

A song to listen to while reading:

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

Thump!

Your backpack drops onto the floor, utterly soaked. Of course, you are, too.

You made the mistake of not checking the weather to see if it would rain today. Since it was so sunny this morning, you simply assumed it would be nice and warm all day.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Ugh…”

Still standing in the entryway, you peel your sweater off, scrunching your nose up at the sensation that never fails to make the hairs on your arms prickle.

Though it’s safe to say the weather isn’t the only thing that’s dampened your mood.

Tamarack caught a cold; another reason as to why you were in this predicament in the first place.

She always makes sure to check the weather.

The floorboards creak as you make your way up the stairs and into your room to get changed into something a little less soggy.

Normally you would shower, but your fingers itched to glide across the keys of your beloved piano.

Ah yes, your piano.

Qiu used to joke that you enjoyed the object’s company more than their own; that was a lie, of course.

When you moved into Golden Grove, your mother offered to sign you up for some extra curricular activities; that included piano.

Quickly, you fell in love with the instrument. It was sort of an escapism for you; a way to tell a beautiful story without having to say a word.

And so, you bound down the stairs, emitting a loud groan from creaky old things as you eagerly approach the beautiful baby grand.

A soft smile eases its way onto your lips as you stand in front of the sheek instrument. Gently, you run a finger over the shiny, black surface.

A thin layer of dust goes along with your finger as you pull away, but you pay it no mind as you turn to the strewn about pile of sheet music on top of the piano.

Shuffling through the papers, you find a song you’ve recently learned; all on your own, outside of private lessons.

You deem that its nostalgic sound is fitting for a day like today, and promptly pull out the piano bench your mother had bought from the antique store just for you.

You sit down on the familiar, worn mahogany cushion as you place the music onto the stand.

Your fingers hover over their starting positions as your eyes trace the familiar bars of music.

Then, you begin to play.

Qiu lets out a long sigh as they stare out their window, sprawled across their bed.

This is what they’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes; just… lying there, watching the rain droplets fall.

There’s something about rainy days that’s always managed to calm Qiu’s restless mind. However, today is different.

They feel… off.

Unsettled.

Uncomfortable.

Why? Well, that’s the very same thing they’re mulling over right now.

“Tamarack’s sick; but that can’t be it…”

After all, the two aren’t friends anymore.

Qiu’s brows furrow at the thought and their mind drifts to someone they are friends with.

You.

You, still the kind and caring kid you’ve been since you first met on that fateful day a little over four years ago now.

Sometimes Qiu would feel guilty; their relationship with Tamarack surely put you in an awkward position, but you’d never shown any signs of discomfort, much less talked about it.

You’ve always managed to intercept and mediate any arguments they’ve had, though they’d be an idiot to miss the worried and tired undertones of your voice and expressions.

Of course, Tamarack never noticed.

Stupid Tamarack.

Qiu rolls over onto their back, fixing their gaze onto their off-white ceiling.

When they were little they used to beg their parents to put up little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling so it could look like they were staring at the sky as they fall asleep, but their parents refused, saying it would just wake them up more.

Qiu still didn’t understand their logic; the stars are relaxing, fake or not.

Suddenly, they sit up.

They’d reached a conclusion; they’d go over to your house. You’d know a way to entertain them, no matter how much you complained that you weren’t their jester.

Qiu’s legs swing over the side of their bed as they get up to retrieve their navy blue damp coat from the sad pile in the middle of the floor.

Zipping up their jacket, they quietly shuffle down their stairs and to where they left their shoes earlier.

Their father was busy on a meeting with a client and their mother was out on a grocery trip.

Not that they need permission to visit you.

The fluffy rim of their hood tickles them as they pull it up and open their front door.

Whoosh!

Their hood is immediately blown off and a cold, stinging sensation barrades their face.

They frown and wipe their cheeks of the relentless droplets that just pelted them.

Qiu suppresses a shiver as they once again pull up their hood, this time clutching it to their head.

A huff comes from their mouth, a white cloud of breath with it; it shouldn’t take this much effort just to see what their neighbor is doing, but it does.

That annoys them.

However, deep down, they know that you’d do the same for them if they ever called on you.

Which Qiu hasn’t. And Qiu won’t.

They trudge through the long, grueling two minute walk to your house. However, instead of going to the front door, they decide to go to the back, just to switch things up a little.

There’s already been so much change these past few months, why not sprinkle in a little more?

They groan as they realize just how much more suffering they’re putting themselves through just by that one harmless decision.

But it’d be worth it.

As they approach your back door, they’re about to knock until they hear a quiet melody from inside.

Their fist hovers over the damp, wooden door as a delicate set of notes float through the air.

The wind gently pushes Qiu’s hood down again but they pay it no mind, instead blankly staring at the door in front of them.

Their bottom lip snags between their teeth as they clench their fists.

Damn it. They really didn’t feel like getting emotional today.

Why was the melody so sad yet happy at the same time?

Before they knew it, rain drops weren’t the only thing rolling down their cheeks.

As the gentle song plays through the air, Qiu’s gaze lowers to the porch beneath them. Their previous fist, now a limp hand, rests at their side.

Now they know why they’re crying.

This song gave them a sense of familiarity; their uncertainty of their identity yet at the same time, complete security in their friendship with you.

…Friendship.

That’s all it is. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves.

Qiu sniffles, wiping a tear.

Why can’t they just be honest with themself?

You’ve always been special to them; they knew that. But they didn’t know if it was a friend kind of special or a romantic kind of special.

“…No,”

They murmur softly.

“…Not yet.”

Your fingers rest on the keys as you play the final chord of the song, smiling quietly to yourself.

Something about this song reminds you of Qiu. You can’t quite put a finger on why, but you thought that if Qiu were a song, this would be them.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, a flash of navy blue passes by the window in a familiar shape.

Your brows furrow as your gaze shifts to the backdoor of your home. Slowly, you stand.

You make your way over to the door, gripping the handle. Gently, you pull the door open.

“…Qiu?”

However, only the heavy rainfall greets you back.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

[sofifii1]

"Addiction" C. Sturniolo

pairings: Christopher Sturniolo x reader

summary: Even tho you both agreed on it, you can't help but feel like shit when Chris just leaves you after he gets what he wants.

tw: swearing, angst, arguing, mentions of feeling like being used by someone, kinda dark, sad.

ps: English is not my first language, please forgive me if there are mistakes in grammar or something. I hope you enjoy this!

You laid on your bed, back facing the ceiling as you were zoned out, looking at the one spot in your bedroom. A sudden buzz on your phone, shook you from your trans. Your eyes glint with hope and excitement as your propped yourself in your elbows and quickly grabbed your phone from a nightstand besides your bed.

You hoped to see Chris's contact photo on your screen, you haven't heard from him for ever since he informed you that he was off to his friend's party, and that he would come over after. It has been a few hours from that.

You let out a sigh in frustration and dissapoinment as your mother's contact name was splattered across the screen. You quickly typed out a respond and put your phone down, burying your face in the soft material of your pillow. As a wave of regret and naiveness washed over you.

Chris was... Well, you didn't know exactly how to describe him. You met him at the party, a few months ago. It wasn't a lie that he was incredibly attractive, you noticed that right away. What you didn't expect, was for him to actually approach you that night. You were always a quiet girl, you didn't like the attention being on you, parties also weren't your thing, your friend dragged you to this one specifically. So when Chris put his hand on your waist and started a conversation with you, you were completely in shock, which he found cute.

The conversation led from simple "What's your name? " and "How did you end up here? " to "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" very quickly. You accepted the offer easily, since you weren't used to someone just wanting to spend the night with you, you felt special. Chris whispering sweet nothing about how beautiful you looked that night, didn't help at all.

The next morning, you found yourself tangled in white bedsheets, naked, and a sleeping brunette next to you, his arms were wrapped around you. Once he woke up, the both of you agreed for this to happen again, just with no strings attached. You took a shower there and then he drove you home, he didn't let you leave before he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

It was fun at first, the sex, it was great. Not having a burden of loving someone, or any other emotions, just getting the pleasure out of it. You loved it, well, you loved it till you noticed how you started to crave his touch, his kiss, his everything, more and more. It happened so suddenly, you couldn't believe it, yet, it wasn't hard to believe really. You have fallen for a boy that only sees you as another one of the girls he fucks.

It hurt you, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't tell him, you knew he didn't feel the same way. You would just ruin everything, you would lose that little bit you get of him.

No texts, no calls, no nothing from him tonight. You knew you shouldn't care this much, but you couldn't help it. You let out another sigh as you slowly let yourself drift off to sleep while you were waiting for him.

.

.

.

A loud knocks on your apartment door knocked you out of your sleep. You rubbed your eyes and reached for your phone, 1:38 AM, it read on your clock. You slowly rose up from your bed and made your way to the door. You unlocked the door, not bothering to look through the peep hole, since you could already assume who it was at this time. You swung the door open, there stood Chris, his eyes half lidded, also a little red from god knows what he took. He was wearing a simple black hoodie with grey sweatpants, yet he still somehow managed to look good.

A low "hey " could be heard from his mouth, his voice deep and hoarse, you sighed and moved to the side to let him in. He walked in slowly, stoping in the middle of your hallway, you closed the door and stood there, facing away from him.

"I'm sorry, baby " he grumbled, his voice wearing an apologetic fling in it. You didn't know what he was sorry for, he shouldn't be. You guys aren't dating, you kept reminding yourself of that. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him, his head hung low, yet it didn't help to cover the purple-yellow marks on his neck.

Your eyes watered as you made your way across the hallway, you passed him without looking at him, walking through your room and to your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and pouring some in it, even though you weren't actually thirsty, you just didn't want him to see you cry. You heard footsteps coming after you. "C'mon baby, don't cry, you know it didn't mean anything." He tried to reassure you as he came next to you, leaning against the kitchen counter.

His hand reached to wipe away your tear when you pushed it away and made your way out of the kitchen, sudden anger engulfing you. He scoffed at this and followed you yet again. "I don't get it why are you upset?! We both agreed on this shit, just sex, remember? Nothing more." His voice became more stern, he was getting frustrated, and you didn't care, the more he got frustrated, the angrier you became.

You turned to him "Well, I'm sorry i can't control my fucking feelings Chris, i wish i could but obviously i can't." Your voice rose as well, you were getting so mad at him, everything he did, everytime he treated you like shit, everytime he left you, came back rushing all at once. And you couldn't keep it in anymore. "I'm fucking sick of this, Chris! Sick of your bullshit! You do this every single time, you go out, get drunk and high and i don't even know what, you fuck other girls and then come back to me, because you know that i will be there for you no matter what. You know i won't turn you down, and you fucking use that shit in your advantage."

You snapped at him, all emotions coming out at once. His face fell down, but you didn't give him the opportunity to speak, you kept going. "And i know that we agreed to this, i know that it was supposed to be just sex, but i can't control how i feel. I love you, and you know it. You know it and use it for your benefit." Your voice cracks at the last two sentences, tears finally spilling down, as you quickly wip them away.

Chris opened his mouth, but no words fell out of it. He wore an shocked expression, he didn't expect your sudden outburst, but deep down, he knows he should have expected it. Before he could say anything, you interrupt him again.

"You should leave." You mumbles as you turned your back to him and walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You face palmed yourself, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

"Come on, Y/N, don't do this, plea-" Chris tried to explain himself but you cut him off, yet again.

"Leave ! " You yelled out, as you finally locked gaze with him, tears streaming down your face as your voice cracked. He stood there for a couple of seconds before he slowly turned his back to you, making his face out of the room. You heard the front door shut as you immediately burst out into tears, throwing yourself on the bed and sobbing into the pillow.

should i make a part two??

The inspiration to start writing is from @lovingmattysposts . She is one of my favorite writers on this app, i love her work and am very thankful for the inspiration that i got from her.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

This particular sub is a fucking goldmine for terrible MCU takes.

Oh man, so much crap in one place 🤦‍♀️

There is a strange subset of people that are convinced Wanda did nothing wrong

Are they convinced she did nothing wrong or are they trying to contextualize and explain her actions and you're taking that as them justifying what she did?

The military guy saying (rightfully) that she is imprisoning and puppeteering hundreds if not thousands of people

Do these fans seriously think Hayward gave a damn about those people? His beef was with Wanda. He tried to provoke her at Sword's HQ and when that didn't work he kept trying to go after her with the armed drones + his words during Woo's introduction to the Sword agents + when he entered the Hex and started firing at kids. Not to mention this guy was turning Vision's body into a weapon. Hayward was many things but 'good' was never one of them.

90% of people that didn't vote for Wanda never saw WandaVision, MoM or AoU

Wanda was corrupted by Waldron the Darkhold in MoM. She enslaved Westview, yes, and she also let them escape in the end. And she tried to get the Avengers hurt in AoU and joined Ultron, but she also ran away the moment she found out what Ultron wanted to do and she teamed up with the Avengers instead to save innocent lives.

If you don't want us to focus on the good she's done in order to claim Wanda is good, then don't focus only on her mistakes to call her evil. She's a complex, morally grey character. Face that and stop searching for a black/white reading of her, ffs.

She enslaves a town to live out a perverted fantasy with her dead robot boyfriend and her non-existent children

Oh, the dehumanization of Vision and her kids. A classic. Also, didn't these stans love BARF? What Wanda did was pretty much that except she has such power that she could make it real. (In case it's not clear, I'm not defending her actions in Westview. But if we can understand Stark's trauma then I assume we can understand hers.)

Tony fights for his belief the same as Cap does

Fighting for your beliefs doesn't automatically make you a good person. You know who else fought for what he believed in? Thanos.

Stark spent years mistaking safety for control, and since no one in Marvel was ever allowed to call him out or correct him, he kept on doing that over and over again first by helping with the helicarriers of Project Insight, and later with Ultron and Edith. Wanda was only a few seconds in his head and she saw it so clearly.

He tries to save as many people as possible

That sounds like a line said in CW... oh, but it's Steve's, not Stark's. Funny that. But I'll say this again, controlling is not saving. Oh, and saving isn't just showing up during a battle and kicking ass. Saving is so much more than that and Stark's actions hurt a lot of people - the difference is that, unlike WandaVision, those victims were never part of the story so you don't care about them.

Cap and the others were criminals, he couldn't just release them from the Raft, they broke the law he's trying to enforce

I don't understand, where is Stark's authority to even attempt to release them anyway? He had retired from the team, he was a civilian throughout the entirety of CW. He couldn't have released them, only broken them out like Steve and Nat did. And... I got a question: was he trying to enforce the Accords when he broke them to fly to Siberia?

And if he didn't want to break them out of the Raft, he could have at least told Steve that they were there. But he said nothing and let them rot there.

When did he ever do anything close to what Wanda did in WV and MoM, she is straight up evil

And he made a fortune out of selling weapons for war, and he refused to tell the team about Ultron and that robot ended up destroying an entire country, and he signed and I'm pretty sure he also promoted the Accords even though he knew they would violate the civil rights of all the enhanced in the world, and he built Edith with full access to satellites and missiles upon request.

Sigh. This is what happens when a character has full narrative protection for so long. People start thinking he never did anything wrong.

[stylinsoncity]

Hey! Long time reader, first time... ask sender? I read caya more than a year ago and ever since it's been a constant presence in my life, as if in I think about it at least once a day, and re-read it at random, all the time. I'm usually pretty aromantic and caya is the only work of romance fiction that I liked, ever. One of the reasons why I'm so obsessed with it is that I love the story and I love the characters, but I also don't fully understand it, it's, at this point in my life, too mature for me to fully comprehend. So it's one of these things you keep close hoping that one day you'll get it. I'm 19, so not a lot of experience in life and none in the romance department, and in that idealistic everything is black/white right/wrong phase of life, and caya, with it's complex humans and emotions and motives is kinda unreachable for me. And when presented with something like that, I'm usually just annoyed by it, but I wasn't at all with caya, I immediately just had some kind of respect for it, like, this is simply too complex for you. But anyways, onto the point of this ask. When I re-read it's usually parts after Barbados, so I kinda forgot everything that happens in the begining. I started from chapter 1 today and I was at the part where we meet Emily, and I realized I kinda forgot what she's like, and I'm paying way more attention to the bits about her now. I was wondering if you always knew she was going to die, or if you considered some alternatives. I haven't really wondered before what would've happened if she wasn't sick. I think in any other story, killing of a character like that would be in order to simplify it, but that's not the case with caya. So did you ever consider a different ending for her?

Thank you for this ask! And thank you for stating so clearly how the story makes you feel. I do think caya comes from a place within me of realizing that things aren't black/white or right/wrong. I've experienced love and friendship where that's not the case and it doesn't lessen the value or the importance of those relationships at all. It's actually still something I struggle to comprehend, though, too. Like I still do wish people could just do the right thing all the time, but that assumes that we always know what the right thing is. And I definitely don't. I wish we were never disappointed or periodically let down by people we care about. I get frustrated when this isn't the case. But then I realize that I've let people down. I've made mistakes. It's human to fail and to blunder and to misunderstand. And the only way we like move forward and grow is by extending grace to others and to ourselves. Soooo much easier said than done though. Life is fucking hard lmao... caya is so important to me because it reflects that, but ends on a happy note, which is all we can hope for.

I wish there was a way to save Emily just because it's an awful way for anyone to die. She had so much life left to live and it would've been nice for her to fall in love with someone who could actually fall in love with her. But from the beginning, I always knew her illness would be terminal. I don't think a divorce would be enough to set Louis free of her, unfortunately. I think hitting rock bottom and being completely alone and having to resuscitate himself is what leads Louis to self-actualization. In the absence of love (which I equate with grief), he knows what he needs to fully heal is Harry's love. Nothing else will do.

I don't think he would have hit rock bottom in the same way if Emily lived. And I don't think if she were to go on living, they would have the honest conversation they do in her hospital room in chp 20. I don't know. I can't picture it, but maybe there's a universe where Emily lives and Louis sees the light by some other means. I have to say, a part of me always regrets killing characters solely because it's sad, even when I think it's necessary for the story. Like I wish she didn't die, but then there'd be no story. Or there'd be a different story that doesn't hit the same way!

[moongothic]

MCM Shelf Saga

Part 2 - Dealing with all the small bits

[Part 1]

Not gonna lie, I've procrastinated on this project a lot this whole summer. To be fair, sometimes it was for a good reason; I had yard work that needed to be done first, sometimes it was way too hot outside for me to work, and sometimes it was really rainy and cold. But also often I just did not feel like it.

I dunno, there were a lot of small bits to this project that needed to be dealt with and I guess it kept on like, mentally overwhealming and scaring me so much that I just kinda wanted to pretend the shelf wasn't even there. Even though it was totally haunting me at the back of my mind the whole time

But slowly and surely I have worked at this god forsaken project, so let's take a looksie at the progress and where we're at!

So after I finished the main unit it was time for all those small parts of the shelving unit to deal with

I decided to start with the drawers, slapping some of that nasty paint stripper on them and I got to stripping them

It was a bit difficult to do because you want to strip and sand with the grain of the wood, but when scraping you kinda wanna do big/long motions from one end of the drawer to the other. Like small movements on a tiny surface (where you need to be careful not to damage the edges) are much harder to do. So this was a bit frustrating to deal with

I do have to admit that I didn't take enough breaks while working on stripping these drawer fronts, I wanted to get them done as fast as I could so I ended up working too long. And when you work too long, you get sloppy, and by sloppy, I mean "I damaged the veneer kinda bad on the last drawer" (left side, you can kinda see it in the photo)

But it is what it is, mistakes were made

Once done scraping I spent some time sanding the drawer fronts down by hand and even brought out my sander to clean up the paint from the sides and the bottoms (since the paint had spread beyond the fronts but didn't come off with the stripper. The wood was raw on those sides so it's probably gotten absorbed wood. Couldn't get it all out but the sander helped for sure)

Not gonna lie I had completely forgotten to take a photo of the drawers immidiately after I finished working on them, once done I just put them back into the unit to get them out of the way while I'd work on other shit. And I'm working on other shit rn and I didn't want to take them out for this photo so there they are, reunited in the unit if only temporarily

Need a little bit more work done to get the handle grooves cleaned up nicely but aside from that they did clean up pretty nicely

After I finished working on the drawers, it was time to move on to the next part; the sliding door

Once again, globbed paint stripper on it, did two treatments since the primer was quite thick and I didn't even want to try to scrape it off without the stripper removing most of it first. First photo is the before of the first treatment, second photo isthe after, third photo is the before for the second treatment.

The stripper did help remove the paint, but the original finish was still on there and I did have to spend a lot of time scraping and sanding that off

After many hours of work what we finally got was

Pretty good actually

Like it actually cleaned up pretty neatly! Now I did try to get the handles cleaner than that but I just couldn't get them better than that for the life of me. I am planning on staining this whole thing black though, so I'm kind of hoping that whatever remains of that original black accent will just blend into the new finish (though I'll try to sand it down a little more later, again, when I go do the finishing touches and fine sanding)

(For the record I don't know which side is supposed to be up and which down on the door, like I'd assume the "arrow" pattern on the veneer maybe should point down but also on the drawer fronts the arrow points up soooo IDK)

With that done though, we got to the most frustrating part of the shelf

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Like no, technically speaking stripping and cleaning up these boards wasn't that hard. It was in fact, same as always, yeet paint stripper on it with plastic wrap, leave it over night, remove the wrap and the flaking paint, repeat the treatment another time, this time put more effort into removing whatever remains of the paint after the second round of stripper

It's just that I had to do this six fucking times

Once for each side of the three boards

Like I can't put into words how like... daunting it felt. So frustrating because it felt like I'd never be done with it. And this is where my procrastination got worst without a doubt

After I was done just stripping the paint (I did run out of paint stripper so I only did one treatment on the second side for each board), I just figured

I wanted to make this a lil easier and faster

So I pulled out the orbital sander

And it worked pretty decent. I did still have to use my scraper here and there because the old finish was hanging on pretty securely and it was hard for my sander to eat through it, but with a little scraping and some sanding I did manage to get some shit done

But I must admit. I did eat through the thin ass veneer in a few spots. Quite small spots, but a few spots. I'm saying this because while I could've spent more time trying to get the wood to look more even in color, I did not want to risk damaging the veneer any more than I had already

So it looks a bit blotchy, yeah

But it's good enough (and a new finish will/might hide some of the blotchiness once I get to it)

That said, there was another frustration. There were places where the paint had seeped into the wood and slightly stained it, or it had gotten absorbed into the chipboard, or filled small cracks in the wood. So despite my best efforts, there are small bits of paint still visible in some places, places where I couldn't get it out

I do still have to do fine sanding on this whole thing, fill out veneer chips etc, so I'll come back to these small bits later

But that's like the whole moral of this post I guess. I got the hardest part for like all of these small pieces done, the stripping and scraping and rough sanding

Everything needs fine sanding. Some things need veneer repairs. But I can worry about that later, once I get there. And all of that will be a breeze compared to what I've done so far. It'll be fine. Progress is progress. Just need to keep the project moving.

And it is moving!

Currently working on the side pieces, here's a lil sneak peek for you!

But you'll have to come back and join me next time (don't forget to like and subscribe xoxo) when I've finished up these pieces and hopefully all those other finishing touches, so that hopefully the final, fourth part to this series will be like, the actual refinishing of this shelf

Lorde gibe me strenght to finish this soon 😩🙏

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 (Finale)

[in-my-feels-probably]

Forgiveness - Sirius Black

Forgiveness

Request: a very badly paraphrased request - Reader and Sirius were best friends, growing up with similar childhoods, until she is sorted into Slytherin, and Sirius stops talking to her. Over the years they separately endure their punishing households until they no longer can, Sirius escapes first, and reader later plans to escape with Regulus and go to his Aunt Andromeda. She tries to reconcile with Sirius first, but he won’t listen. Reader gets hurt while trying to escape and chooses to save Regulus, and is punished for it. She comes to school, disowned, hurt, and ignored by every friend besides Regulus. Sirius tries to talk to her, and she angrily pushes him away, resulting in a fight. Regulus confronts Sirius and tells him everything that’s happened to her, and Sirius plans to earn her forgiveness. Reader is targeted by other Slytherins, and Sirius and the Marauders step in to help, leading to her and Sirius finally making up and Sirius promising to take care of her and take her in.

sirius black x slytherin reader

Hi! I love detailed requests, so this was a fun one. This is a LONG one, I hope that’s ok and I didn’t ramble too much. I changed the pureblood detail, since Sirius is also a pureblood, they’d be distantly related and to avoid that, I’m writing the reader as a halfblood but with two wizard parents who support and are supported by the high blood status wizards. Also, Bellatrix would’ve been out of school by the time Sirius left his home, so I’m changing her to another Slytherin for that part of the request. Sorry it took so long to get out, I just kept adding to it because this request was so fun to write.

(Warnings: blood purity bullshit, dark themes involving the Black family, punishment and abuse, swearing, angst, let me know if i missed anything)

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Days like these made hating Sirius Black impossible. Although, deep down, you knew you didn’t hate him, you could never hate him, not really. You just missed him, a lot.

Your parents, who were close with Sirius’s parents, had informed you earlier in the day that the merely sixteen Black heir ran away from home, abandoning his family and title. Of course it was well known that his real family were back at Hogwarts, along with the other blood traitors and scum, as your parents often liked to ramble about. You walked on eggshells around your parents in the days following, the slightest of mistakes leading to painful punishments. Your mother and Sirius’s apparently had traded tactics in what they considered fair discipline, and as the only child, you bore each punishment in full, no siblings or friends to confide in.

You had friends in your house back at Hogwarts, but they weren’t really friends, not in any way that mattered. They were corrupted young, which you supposed wasn't really their fault, but they didn’t seem eager to unlearn the hate instilled in them. The Slytherins that aligned with your values were few and far between, which also meant that most people from the other houses wouldn’t even give you a chance to get to know them, assuming the worst of you.

You had Regulus, who you had grown close to in the years after Sirius abandoned you, quickly filling the hole Sirius had left in you. He wasn’t like Sirius, but you loved Regulus all the same, and would do whatever you could to protect him as well as you could. Unfortunately at the moment, with Sirius just escaping, you couldn’t do much, his parents now closely monitoring everything he did as the newly ascended Black heir. You were in the dark about the details.

It shocked you that Sirius had actually left.

You knew it was bad for him, and that he had it even worse off than you with Walburga as his mother. He deserved to get out, you were happy for him at least about that.

You never thought Sirius was a bad person for leaving you, you knew he was just scared, but you couldn’t deny the hurt and the anger you felt towards him whenever you thought about him, or whenever Regulus would update you on life for the both of them. You couldn’t deny the hurt you’d feel when you’d pass him and the Marauders in the hall, and he wouldn't even spare you a glance. Or worse, he would, and all you could see on his face was pity, like he couldn’t imagine anything worse than seeing you in that house alone.

You resented Sirius, there was no denying that, but still, you could never really hate him, not when you could see him thriving with his friends and making a better life for himself. He went through more pain than anyone you knew, and he’d cover it up with a smirk. He covered up a lot of his fear. You were one of the only people who could see past the mask, and you had to watch from a distance. You knew he’d hit a breaking point eventually. Still, you were shocked to hear he actually left.

But what shocked you even more was the fact that he didn’t take Regulus with him. You knew given the opportunity that Regulus would go. He didn’t talk about escaping very often with you, knowing it was only a fantasy and that it would never happen for him. He was never one to dream and make bold promises to you like Sirius did. Had Sirius even tried to take him, or did he just leave? Had he thought about you at all? Did he even care enough to? You wouldn’t know.

You hadn’t spoken to Sirius for longer than a few minutes since first year. The night of the sorting ceremony was your last real conversation. The next morning was like talking to a ghost, and soon after, he disappeared into your life like a real one.

You grew up together, childhood best friends. You knew each other better than anyone else, swearing to keep the others secrets, and to always be there when the other needed them. Which was quite often, to mention. Growing up around pureblood wizards and sympathizers of the quickly rising Dark Lord, and being part of one of the ancient families, or closely aligned with one, meant that your entire life was strictly planned out for you, and if you fought that in any way, you’d suffer the consequences.

Sirius knew this well, being the first born son. He vowed to you that one day after a particularly hard night that he’d finally get away from his family and all of their demented and corrupted values, and he’d bring you and Regulus with him, protecting you with his life. He made good on half that promise.

You remembered on the first train ride over to Hogwarts how nervous Sirius was. You had boarded the train with him, and you could physically see the weight lift off his shoulders as the train pulled out of the station and his and your parents faded from view. You also remembered little Reg putting on a brave face for you both, but you knew he was scared to go back home alone, and you promised to owl him as often as you could. At that point, he was still Walburga’s golden child, Sirius already years well into his rebellious streak.

You had laughed on the train, sitting in one of the boxcars with an eclectic group of eleven year olds.

You sat close to Sirius, a little timid as he confidently conversed with a boy with the wildest mop of jet black hair you’d ever seen. You only had fond memories of who you’d come to know as James Potter in the first few years, with not a single bad thing to say about him. He was a little cocky maybe, a bit sheltered, but he had a heart of gold, and he was there for Sirius after you couldn’t be, and you’d always be grateful to him for that. He made it a point to say hello and wave if he ever passed you in the corridors without Sirius, and if Sirius was with him, he’d still kindly smile. If you ever met his parents you’d have to tell them that they were raising an angel of a son.

You mostly talked to a quieter boy on the train, who was in a sweater that was, in your opinion, too large for his thin frame, who lit up when you mentioned that you had snuck a few muggle vinyl records into your bags past your parents, who were beginning to less and less use muggle made products. You promised you’d show him your collection, and he gave you a smile, thanking you. You never did get the chance to show Remus Lupin your records, but you had a few classes with him over the years, and he’d always make small talk and ask you if you’d heard any new releases.

You also on the train had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Severus Snape, who you shared a house with, which you concluded as karma catching up to you, or maybe some higher being’s sick joke of bringing a piece of your parents' world to Hogwarts.

On the brighter side, with Severus Snape came Lily Evans, a bubbly and bossy redhead who gave James a run for his money in his ability to easily talk to people and make them comfortable. You didn’t talk to her on the train, instead politely smiling, which she genuinely returned. She was incredibly witty, making some snarky comment about James’s endearing boasting to her friends. It was no secret that James grew to fall in love with Lily by second year, but looking at his eyes light up on the train as she spoke, you liked to think that it really was love at first sight for him. Lily, like Remus, was always nice in class. She was one of the only Gryffindors brave enough to swallow their pride and check to see if any of the Slytherins were actually good people under surface level.

With Lily came her best friends. Mary Macdonald, a confident and bold girl. Sirius had a fling with her at some point that you caught onto, and you hoped you had never come up in conversation between them. She was a little weary around you, but polite, like Lily, and you had a suspicion that Lily vouched for you and threatened a hex or two if she caught any of her friends talking badly about you purely because of your sorting. Lily’s other best friend was Marlene McKinnon, who you thought had to be one of the most effortlessly pretty girls you had ever seen. Like Mary, you and her rarely saw each other or talked, but she was nice enough. She played quidditch with James, and sometimes you’d go to games to see Regulus play in the years he was on the team, and you secretly rooted for the two Gryffindors during the matches.

The Marauders and Co., as you liked to call them, were a pretty tightly knit group. Best friends over the years, you never spotted one of them without another. You resented Sirius for a while seeing him with all of them. You were jealous that they all got to be with him as he grew into himself, and you had to watch as the boy you knew became a young man you barely recognized. You wished you could've been a part of it.

Of course, on the long train ride over, you never imagined that all of these people would become strangers to you. You had your best friend by your side, and it wasn’t even a thought in your mind that you were about to lose it all.

It had grown quiet, and as conversations dwindled and you got closer to Hogwarts, Sirius had gotten antsy. He said he needed to get out some energy and walk around a bit, and the others had nodded and went back to their conversations. But you knew Sirius well, and you knew something was bothering him. You had followed him into an empty train car, where he was sitting looking out the window, nervously shaking his leg. You silently sat next to him, resting a hand on his knee to calm him, letting him take a minute.

Sirius never did well with confrontation, and you found that it was best to let him come to you, talk when he was ready. He finally had turned to you, eyes watering. The sight broke your heart, and you had gotten up to shut the boxcar door so nobody would walk by and see. You had only seen Sirius cry a handful of times, he always tried to be so stoic around you, like he had to be strong for you so that you could be the supported one.

“Y/N? What if��what if I’m sorted into Slytherin? There hasn’t been a non-Slytherin in the Black family in a century. What if I’m bad inside, what if the sorting hat sees something bad in me? I don’t want you to think I’m bad.”

A tear slipped down his cheek.

You had quickly reassured him, gripping his hand and holding it tight. “Listen to me, Siri. I don’t care what house you’re sorted into, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t give a shit what your parents have to say about it, or mine, or anyone else. I don’t think you’ll be sorted into Slytherin, but if you are, I’ll love you all the same. You’re still you.”

That was enough to convince him, and he calmed down, returning with you to the boxcar with his new friends, his best friend still by his side.

It must have never occurred to him that you could be sorted into Slytherin. It wasn’t possible in his mind, not for a girl like you, not for his best friend.

In the Great Hall, you once again gripped his hand tight as the first years were sorted. Severus was sorted first of the people you knew, then James, then Lily. When Sirius’s name was called, everyone watched intently as the Black heir sat in the chair with the hat on his head.

It mumbled quietly for a few moments, debating its choice, and it finally called out, “Gryffindor!”

A hush had fallen over the crowd, and you watched eyes widen around the room, Sirius with the widest of them all. Even McGonagall did a double take, raising a brow at the boy in the chair.

The silence was deafening, until you let out a cheer, clapping and smiling. The Gryffindor table followed, and you watched Sirius let out a sigh of relief, his confidence returning, and he sauntered over to the table and sat next to James.

A few names later, and you were called. You hadn’t put much thought into what house you’d be sorted into, and it didn’t matter much to you. It didn’t seem like much of a big deal, but as you watched Sirius’s face fall as the hat finally boomed out, “Slytherin,” you realized it was. To him.

You were the only one of your so-called new friends to be sorted into Slytherin. You sat alone at the table, all too aware of the fact that Sirus’s deranged cousin, Bellatrix, was sitting a few people down from you, along with her sister, Narcissa. You didn’t mind Narcissa as much, of the Black family, she was the most tolerable, but Bellatrix unsettled you.

Sirius must’ve noticed this connection too, glancing between you and his cousins in disbelief. In fact, it was the only time during the whole feast, including Dumbledore’s annual speech, that he would even meet your eye. He avoided your gaze the rest of the night as you looked to him, desperately willing him to look back at you.

That night was the second to last time you had ever seen him cry.

The last would come a few years later, but this time was by far the worst. When he couldn’t avoid your advances any longer, he let you pull him aside to a corridor near the Gryffindor common room. His shoulders had tensed, his hands were shaking, and he was looking at you like there couldn’t have been a worse betrayal on your part. You had begged him to talk to you, tell you what he was feeling and thinking.

All he could muster up was, “How? How could you be a Slytherin, you know what they’re like, you know how they think. How do you have that in you?”

You pleaded with him, trying to explain how it wasn’t your fault, how you weren’t like the others. “Sirius, please, you know–”

“You know the suffering they’ve caused for bloody generations. To you, to my family, to Regulus…to me. I won’t have any part of it, I’m staying away from it as far as I can get. It won’t have me. I never would have imagined that it could get to you.”

He had stared at you fully, like he was seeing you in a whole new light. A light that was once warm and comforting, now cold and gray. Any ounce of stoicness he normally maintained around you was gone. He was crying, his breath catching in his throat when he tried to speak.

“Y/N, I can’t do this. I don’t think I can move past this. I can’t be around you, I can’t look at you. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I won’t. You have to let me go. It’s better this way, for the both of us. Let me go.”

“You can’t be serious?” Your eyes had widened, and the noise of despair you had made, although he would never admit it, haunted him for years to come. He had gently cradled your cheek in his palm one last time, swiping away the pooling tears. He only gave you a nod, and he had turned around and tried to walk away, out of your life for good.

You had looked at him desperately, tears streaming down your face. Your throat tightened as you caught his arm, turning him back to you. “I’m still me, Sirius. I’m still me!”

You choked out the words, internally pleading that they were enough, but Sirius just shrugged his arm from your grip, walking away and not turning back to you.

You spent your first night at Hogwarts alone, rushing to the Slytherin common room frantically wiping at your face, going to sleep heartbroken. When you woke, you had hoped that it was all some sort of terrible dream.

Your nightmare was confirmed when you caught Sirius’s eye in the Great Hall, and he almost gave you a smile upon first seeing you, when he realized what table you were at, like it was the first time he truly had processed it. He instead opted for a blank stare, his face hard and cold, before returning to his friends.

—

It remained that way all the way through to fourth year. The two of you only ever spoke when absolutely necessary, which wasn’t often. Sometimes you’d catch each other staring longingly at the other, before quickly turning away and pretending the other was a stranger. More often than not, you were glaring at one another.

Regulus was in school by this point, a welcome friend to you, and he quickly assumed the role of your best friend. You knew this had to have hurt Sirius, seeing you so close with his brother, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Regulus tried not to talk about Sirius to you, knowing it would hurt you, but you would always tell him that he didn’t need to hold anything on his mind back from you to spare you. He would talk about how it was at home over each summer, and how his parent’s abuse had increased, especially for Sirius.

“He’s stopped talking to me about it, like he used to when we were younger. He barely talks to anyone at home. He doesn’t even laugh anymore, or try his hardest to rile Mother up. I don’t think he likes me anymore.”

You knew nothing you could say would make it any better or be any comfort to him, so you’d just hold his hand in silence, letting him rant.

Regulus hesitated, clenching his jaw. “I hear him crying at night. He tries to hide it, but I see his eyes in the morning. Kreacher tells me it’s like that every night.”

You always flinched at the thought of Sirius in pain. “And you, Reg? Is it worse for you?”

He was never one to complain, and it was instilled in him by his parents to remain strong, never cry or show signs of weakness. But you’d catch his eyes glossing over, his glassy stare never meeting your eye. He’d curtly nod, leaving it at that.

“Regulus, you both need to get out of there. I know James and his family would take Sirius, there’s no way they’d leave you abandoned in that house too.”

He’d smile, sadly. “We couldn’t leave you to bear it alone, now could we? It’s fine, Y/N, really.”

You remembered that year, during Christmas break, your parents left you at school, saying they had some important business to attend to, and they couldn’t bring you along or have you alone in the house. Regulus offered to ask his parents if you could stay with him, but you said no, promising you’d be alright. Christmas at Hogwarts wasn’t that bad if your Christmas at home wouldn’t be much better, you were even slightly relieved you were asked to stay at Hogwarts.

On Christmas Eve, you walked into the Great Hall for dinner. Not many students stayed behind every year, especially the Slytherins. All of your friends, if you could even call them that, went home too. Hogwarts was elaborately decorated for the students who were there to see it, and the dinner was often special meals usually not served during the terms. It wasn’t much, but it was a nice sentiment from the school who felt bad for the kids alone on Christmas.

You headed to your regular spot at the table, when you stopped in your tracks. Sirius was sitting alone at the edge of a nearby table, head in his hands. Your brows furrowed, wondering why Sirius wasn’t at home, especially when Regulus was.

You cautiously approached him, laying a light hand on his shoulder. “Sirius?”

He had flinched, shying away from you. He whipped his head around, eyes widening as he recognized you. He frantically wiped his face, clearing his throat and taking a breath. “I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t pretend like you care, you can go now.”

You rolled your eyes, swinging your leg over the bench, sitting down. He stiffened next to you, waiting for you to speak.

“Cut the shit, Black, you’re not fine. What are you doing here, I thought you left?”

He laughed, smiling exhaustedly. “I did leave. Mother decided I was better off here. She decided she didn’t want to see me until summer, when we could talk about ‘getting serious about my role in the family,’ as she put it. I used the floo in McGonnagal’s office, got here a few hours ago. I thought about going to James but I didn’t want to ruin his Christmas with my lovely burdens.”

“You’re not a burden, Sirius. A dickhead, yes, but not a burden, especially not to James. His family would've been happy to take you.”

Sirius shrugged, picking at his plate with a fork. “Reg told me your parents left you here. The family disappointment too, huh?”

You stared at him, looking at the dark circles under his eyes and the dried tears on his face. You ignored his dig at you, standing from your seat. “I do still care about you, you know. I haven’t forgotten what you did to me, and I most certainly don’t forgive you, but I still care. Don’t think any different.”

He opened his mouth to speak, about to say something, when he closed it, looking back down at his food. You had scoffed, walking back over to your table.

Christmas break ended, everyone returned to Hogwarts, and Regulus never pried in what had happened between you and Sirius.

—

You never told Regulus about it, but a few weeks prior to Christmas break the year Sirius had escaped, you had confronted him in the halls after dinner.

“I know we haven't spoken in years, and I don’t care. I need you to get us out, me and Regulus. We can all still get out. You owe me that, you promised.”

Sirius stared at you in disbelief. “I owe you that? I don’t owe you a thing. Why should I help you at all?”

The urgency in your voice must have been convincing enough, because he didn’t try to walk away, letting you continue.

“If not for me, do it for him. He’s still your brother, Sirius, and he’s all alone in that house, you know what it’s like for him.”

He scoffed. “Mother wouldn’t hurt her golden child, not really. I suspect he’ll be named the new heir before long. Regulus doesn’t truly want out, he just can’t say no to you. You just can’t accept that he secretly is enjoying his new position.”

His words were harsh, but you gathered that he truly believed his brother wasn’t in any danger, that he didn’t need saving. If he thought otherwise, he in a heartbeat would have swallowed his pride and intervened.

“Having changed at all, then? Still a prick? You’re wrong about Regulus, but fine, let’s say that’s true and he doesn’t want to go. What if I want to go? Sirius, I’m begging, I need out, I can’t do it anymore.”

He looked at you in horror as you furiously wiped the falling tears from your cheeks.

“Please help me. We can all still go, like you promised when we were little. If you care about me at all, even a little bit, you’ll help me. You know I’d do it for you.”

He shook his head, giving you a genuine look of pity. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That was all childish fantasies. I don’t know what to do for myself, you can’t expect me to know what to do for you too. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, you were always better with the logistics of things than me. I’m sorry, I can’t help Reg, and I can’t help you.”

He quickly walked away before you could get out another word, leaving you to cry alone in the halls for several minutes, before you took a deep breath, calmed yourself, and headed for your dorm.

—

After finding out about Sirius escaping and running away not long after his sixteenth birthday, you got to Regulus as soon as you could, sneaking out and meeting him in Diagon Alley. Regulus had leaned into Kreacher’s soft spot for him and had him apparate him there and give him as long as he could to talk to you.

“It’s bad, Y/N. They’re talking about solidifying our support with the Dark Lord. They’re going to make me take the mark within a week, now that Sirius is gone. They’ve constantly got people coming and going in the house, whispering about a revolution, about a rebellion.”

You had been thinking about running away ever since Regulus first mentioned the Dark Lord to you, plotting any possible plans you could think of. “We’ve got to go, Reg, we can’t be part of this. Sirius was smart enough to get out when he could. Is there anywhere we could go?”

He sighed, looking around to make sure no one was within hearing distance. “My Uncle Alphard left his estate and funds to Sirius, including a portkey just outside our grounds. It’s a little statue hidden by the ivy on the gate.”

“That’s great! Where does the portkey go?”

“My Aunt Andromeda, the one who was cast out and burned from the family tree for marrying a muggleborn. She’s got her house warded, we would be safe there.”

“Regulus, we have to go now. I don’t think we can wait any longer, our parents are already committed to the Dark Lord, it’s a matter of days before they come for us too. Get Kreacher, go home, don’t tell him what we’re planning. He's loyal to you, but he’s still also loyal to your mother. I’ll meet you at the edge of your property, yeah?”

He nodded, pulling you into a swift hug, holding you tight. His words were muffled into your hair. “I’m giving you half an hour, if you aren’t there, we’re calling it off. You hear me?”

You nodded, and you turned away from each other in opposite directions.

—

You threw the bare necessities into a bag, grabbing your wand and rushing out the door. You made it to Grimmauld Place with a few moments to spare, cautiously making your way to the back of the house to the gate where Regulus said he would be. You gripped your wand in your hand, knuckles white at how tight you were holding it.

You turned the corner, and felt your heart sink into your stomach.

Walburga was waiting in the courtyard with her wand pointed at Regulus, who was down on his knees facing the gate. She held his wand in her hand. “The little witch has finally arrived. I was beginning to think you made a fool out of my son, leaving him crying like a child out here.”

“Let him go!” You held your ground, raising your wand and aiming at her. Regulus was sniffling, looking to you desperately, and you knew he was beating himself up for getting caught.

“You’re ok, Regulus, it’s not your fault. We’re going to be fine.”

Walburga scoffed, stiffly grabbing the back of Regulus’s neck. “I've raised you better than that, you spineless little weakling. Tears will only make matters worse.”

You caught Regulus’s eye, quickly looking at the statue next to you. He followed your line of sight, giving the slightest of nods his mother didn’t pick up on. You motioned for him to get out of the way, and shot a hex towards Walburga.

“Confringo!”

"Protego!” She quickly deflected it, but the shock of your attack caused her to stumble back, releasing Regulus.

“Regulus, go! Now!”

He stumbled to his feet, darting for the portkey. You turned to follow him, when you fell to the ground, bound.

“Incarcerous!” She hissed, bringing you down to your knees.

Regulus stopped just in front of the portkey. You shook your head at him, managing to turn your wand towards yourself and chant a spell. “Finite!”

Walburga growled, aiming her wand at her son. “You traitorous bastard! You’d betray your own mother? Crucio!”

You were released, and you immediately jumped up just in time to block Regulus from her incoming spells. Suddenly, you felt like your skin was on fire. You let out a blood curdling scream, your throat raw and scratchy as you dropped to the ground, writhing in pain. You screamed until you couldn’t get any noise out, and you gasped for breath as you faintly registered in your ears the sound of Regulus screaming for his mother to stop. Your vision blurred, but you recognized the shape of two people apparating onto the grounds with a crack.

Your parents.

You looked to them for help, expecting them to free you, but they just watched in disappointment at the scene unfolding before them.

You managed to find the strength to get out a few words, screeching them out. “Regulus, go!”

He looked at you with tears streaming down his face. “I won’t leave you–”

“GO!” You screamed, using all the strength you had to push yourself up into a sitting up position. His mother’s eyes widened as he reached for the statue, giving you one last look of utter despair, before disappearing, the portkey along with him.

He was gone.

Safe, and away from his family. You weakly smiled, turning over onto your back as Walburga released the spell. Your head felt like it had been pricked with a thousand needles, your muscles rigid. You were like jelly, unable to keep yourself stable.

Walburga was furious. “Expelliarmus!”

She sped over to you, delivering a swift kick into your side that made you roll over in pain. You curled in on yourself and tried your best to shield your head and face and she relentlessly stomped and kicked, the points of her shoes scraping along and slicing your skin.

Your parents watched in silence, faces remaining unchanged. When Walburga had thoroughly taken her anger out on you, she turned to your parents.

“She’s useless now. We have no heirs, none the Dark Lord will want to claim. I expect you’ll be at the next meeting to discuss this little endeavor of our childrens? Very well. Get her out of my sight.” Walburga seethed, marching back into her home.

You couldn’t pull yourself up off the ground. You could hear your parents arguing, voices a hushed whisper.

It was your mother you heard first. “I don't want her in my house! She’s brought nothing but shame on our family.”

“We don’t want the wrong people asking questions. We’ll take her home, see to it that she doesn’t cause any more trouble, and send her back to Hogwarts, let her be Dumbledore’s problem.” Your father explained.

Your mother huffed, nodding stiffly. “Levicorpus.” Your body was lifted off the ground, trailing behind your parents as they apparated back to your house.

—

You spent a week locked in your room. On the last day, you were apparated to the train station, and left with all of your belongings. You quickly boarded the train, avoiding all of the looks of confusion you were getting. The Slytherins you passed glared at you, no doubt that their parents had informed them on what you did, and how you helped the Black heirs escape.

You were head to toe covered in bruises, cuts and scrapes. Your face was still swollen, and sudden movements that contracted your muscles too much made them stiffin. You felt like you had been hit by a train, but it dulled in comparison to how you felt emotionally.

You hadn’t spoken to anyone in a full week, and you didn’t know if Regulus was safe and with Andromeda, or if she had sent him back to school. You didn’t know if James’s parents had heard the news and told Sirius about what the two of you attempted.

You sat in an empty boxcar in complete silence, numb to the world. You twiddled with your wand, before sliding it back into your pocket, staring blankly at the floor. It was quiet for a moment, before you heard the door open, and your head darted up to see who was coming in.

Regulus was standing in the doorway, in shock as he took in your battered form. Your shoulders slumped, lip quivering as you took a shaky breath in.

“Oh, thank god.” You managed to say as your throat swelled with emotion, tears gathering in your lash line threatening to fall. “You’re ok.”

You let out a sob, and Regulus immediately sat on the bench next to you, pulling you into his arms, careful not to hurt any wounds. But you didn’t care if it hurt, pushing yourself into his torso like he would shatter if you let go.

You could hear the emotion laced in his voice, as well. “Thank you. Thank you so much, I’ll never be able to repay you. Fuck, she did all this? Mother?”

You nodded into him, unable to speak, and he let you cling to him, holding you the entire ride to Hogwarts.

—

The following days were hard. You had Regulus, you had explained to him everything that had happened after he left, and he filled you in on what he did. The portkey really did go to Andromeda’s and she was happy to take him in. She told him that she would take you too if need be, and you couldn’t be more grateful, considering you had just been disowned.

The other houses gave you wary glances, whispering in the halls as you passed, and the Slytherins glared, calling out threats and slurs. “Blood traitor’ was the most common one, and by the end of the week, it had almost stopped bothering you. You just wished they would come up with something original for a change, instead of recycling the same lines.

Sirius had heard about you when school started back up, and he didn’t attempt to find you or Regulus. He was too scared to see the damage caused, and didn’t want to further any pain by associating with you again. He did everything he could to avoid your usual routes, opting for the long way.

At the end of the week, you passed James in the hall, and he looked so angry, face red and his fists clenched as he listened to the whispers about you. He saw your face and neck, no amount of makeup or glamour spells able to convincingly cover up your wounds, so you just stopped trying them all together.

James must have explained to Sirius the full story he heard, confirming how bad you looked, because Sirius finally showed up on his usual route at the end of the day, spotting you sitting on a bench in an empty corridor.

You looked up at the sound of a throat clearing to see him staring sheepishly back down at you. You scoffed, standing up, suddenly full of anger. Sirius didn’t speak, letting you talk it out.

“You’ve finally decided to show up, huh, Black? What, you didn’t want to see me? What they did to me? It wouldn’t have happened if you had just helped me a few weeks ago like I quite literally begged you to do. You should have seen how scared Regulus was, and I certainly wasn’t going to let him take the fall. I got him out. Me, Sirius, not you. Like I promised I would, because that actually means something to me.”

He flinched at your words, not looking you in the eye. You continued.

“And to think I felt sorry for you. I was worried sick when I heard you escaped, I couldn’t imagine what they had done to you for you to leave without taking Reg with you. But no, you were living it up all nice and serene at the Potter’s. Must’ve been nice.”

He stopped you, clenching his jaw. “I did what I had to do. I couldn’t take it anymore. You know what I went through–”

“Yes, Sirius! I do! I bore the brunt of what your mother is capable of myself.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “My mother? Don’t pretend like you didn’t bring this on yourself, she had nothing to do with this. You clearly pissed off someone you shouldn’t have. Who knows, I barely know you anymore. For all I know, maybe you deserved it!”

It felt good to get the fiery outburst of his chest, but his confidence immediately faltered as he watched your face crumble. You gasped for breath like his words knocked all the air from your lungs.

“How…how could you say that to me?” You blubbered through tears, almost nauseous from his words. “Don’t bother speaking to me again, Sirius, and believe me, I won't be bothering you with my presence again.”

You turned on your heels and ran, not letting him take a second to argue. Sirius stood there for a good minute, berating himself for speaking like that to you while you were the most vulnerable that you had been since you were eleven around him.

You raced all the way back to the common room, finding Regulus. He sat with you as you explained, and by the end, he was seething. He pressed a kiss to your head, standing up and heading for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll be right back. Try and get some sleep.”

—

The Gryffindor common room was disturbed by a loud and fast sequence of knocks at their entrance door. When someone finally opened the door, their jaw dropped at who was standing there.

“Sirius Black! Get the fuck out here, right. fucking. now.”

Regulus returned to the hall, pacing back and forth until Sirius stepped out, clearly not amused with Regulus’s little display.

“I should kill you. That girl, for reasons I cannot fathom, cares about you more than any of your family ever could. Despite the amount of times she's cried to me over you being a prick for no good reason, and no, her being a Slytherin is not a good reason, she still asks me to make sure you’re ok.”

Sirius starred in stunned silence, letting Regulus rant.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? She’s been in hell, every moment since you left her. Years, Sirius. You were her best friend and you abandoned her, all because of your precious pride and naive beliefs. You’re so deluded. She saved my fucking life! I was going to have to take the mark, because you left us alone. You left her in that house! No warning, no goodbye, you just left! I am only alive and well because of her and what she did for me.”

Sirius shook his head confused. “I don’t understand, what are you talking about?” Regulus’s jaw dropped, not being able to fathom how ignorant to the situation Sirius was.

“She got me out. Through a portkey to Andromeda’s. She got me out, not just for me, but because she knew it would mean something to you. Mother caught us, and she stood in front of me, she took every hit and spell, while her parents watched in silence. She used the fucking Cruciatus curse, Sirius! Our mother tortured her, and she accepted it, all so I could escape, because you were too fucking proud to help. She was locked in her room for a week, and then dumped on that train, disowned. Practically every student in our house hates us, but her more than anyone. They’re relentless, everyday. How could you not notice this?”

Sirius’s mind was going a mile a minute, trying to grasp all the information he was just given. How could he not have known any of this? Had you tried to tell him? Had it been like this the whole time, was he just too blind to see it?

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” He turned on his heels, and Regulus stopped him.

“You’re not going to her, not tonight. I think she’s had enough tears for today. She finally is getting some sleep. And you should too, you’ve got all night to come up with an apology that will never amount to the one she deserves. You’ll never be able to make it up to her, but an apology is a start. Knowing her, she’ll forgive you long before you deserve it. Now, go.”

—

The next day, Regulus walked you to all your classes that he could without being extremely late to his. You were grateful. You didn’t think it was necessary, but you appreciated him being there with you.

Your last class was on the far side of the classrooms, nowhere near Regulus. On your way there, you ignored all the whispers and the snickers from the students. You sat through class, and when it was over, you packed up slowly so you could be the last one out of the room. You were tired of seeing people, and wanting to walk back to your dorm alone.

You weren’t so lucky. A group of Slytherins, led by Barty Crouch, a former best friend to Regulus, cornered you near the dungeons, out of view from any other students or professors. Snape was among them, enjoying every minute of this.

What you didn’t know, was Sirius and the Marauders were using their map, looking for you. Sirius stayed up half the night trying to think of anything he could say to you that would make you feel the least bit better, and he needed to get it off his chest now.

He and his friends rounded the corner, to see you being pinned against the wall, unable to reach your wand. Barty had his wand raised, teasing you with it. “What should we do with the blood traitor, boys?”

“Expelliarmus!” James casted, disarming and sending Crouch’s wand flying from his hand. He and his friends turned in shock to see the entirety of the Marauders, and decided that putting up a fight wasn’t a good idea. They darted in another direction, letting you go.

Sirius wasn’t having any part of this. “Moony!”

“I’ve got it, come on, Prongs.” James and Remus sprinted after the boys, itching for a good fight. Sirius stayed behind, cautiously approaching you.

“Are you alright, did they hurt you?”

You shook your head no, not wanting to meet his eye. Sirius took a deep breath mustering up the courage to take a step closer. He reached out slowly, tipping your chin up with his fingers to scan your face, and he grimaced as he saw all your wounds up close.

You noticed, pulling your head from his grip. “It’s fine, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Sirius was silent for a moment, and you saw his eyes gloss over. Your face scrunched up in concern, and you shook your head, nodding at him to speak.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.” He finally got out. “You have no idea.”

You sighed. “Sirius–”

“No, please! Just give me a minute.”

When you didn’t protest, he took a deep breath, continuing.

“I know this is no excuse, and there’s nothing I can say that will excuse all that I did, but I need you to hear me. In first year when we sorted, and you were put into Slytherin, I was so scared. So fucking scared. I was afraid you’d get all twisted up into their ways like my family, and I knew I would just follow right in your footsteps. I was never able to say no to you…I was so afraid of becoming something dark, something that I never wanted to be, and I thought you’d be the cause of it. I should have fucking known you’d never let something as stupid as a house sorting define who you were or what you stood for. You didn’t change for them, not once. You were right, you were still you. And by the time I realized that, I thought it was too late.”

He spoke through sobs, hands shaking at his sides. “It was easier to make you hate me. If we fought to the point of no reconciliation, it was easier for me to leave you alone and for you to want to stay away from me. But Merlin, I missed you so fucking much. More than I can even put into words.”

You felt your own eyes well up as he broke down, opening himself up to you and pouring out.

“You were in pain, and I ignored it. You asked for my help, begged for it, and I did nothing. You had nobody on your side, nobody to protect you. You defended my little brother with your life, a best friend to him when I couldn’t be there. You gave up everything for my family, for me, and I treated you like scum.”

He was truly sobbing now, and he let you take his hand like you used to do.

“Of course I care about you, I’ve always cared about you. I was so stupid to let you go, to build my life without you in it. It makes me fucking sick thinking about what I did.”

He scanned your face again, wincing at your wounds. “My own mother did this to you. The woman you protected me from our entire childhoods. Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or talk to me, or want anything to do with me, ever again. I just needed to say that. I love you.”

You let out a sob, rushing into his arms, pressing your cheek against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding, and you let out a whimper, gripping him tighter. “I love you, Sirius. I always have.”

He wrapped his arms around your body, encasing you in his grip. He rested his cheek on your head, crying into your hair. “I don’t deserve your love.”

You let out a chuckle. “No, you don’t, asshole. I guess you’ll have to earn it, won’t you?”

He frantically nodded. “Anything, anytime, anywhere. I’m yours, whenever you need and however you need.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, pulling away from him and reaching a thumb up to wipe the tears off his cheeks. “A place to live would be nice. Andromeda offered to take me like she did Regulus, but you’re with James. I could never ask him to ask his parents to take me in, but do you think they’d let me stay a few days next break?”

“I think they would. They already love you.”

You raised a brow. “What? I’ve never even met them.”

“James has mentioned you…and I talk about you. A lot, actually. Mostly childhood stories, but I bring you up more than I care to admit. Hope that isn’t weird for you.”

You just sighed contently, looking up at him.

He gave you an uneasy smile. “What?”

“Nothing. It's just, this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had since we were eleven, and I’ve only thought about hitting you a maximum of two times so far.”

He sniffled, laughing. “Well, we’ve got plenty of time to make up for, you’ve still got your chance to have a go at me.”

You laughed, and his grin widened. “Please give me another chance. I know I don’t deserve it, or your forgiveness, but please let me try.”

“Of course we can try. I don’t think it’ll ever be the same, though. You hurt me in ways hard to describe, but I would be lying if I said the thought of having you back in my life was well worth the effort…I’ll forgive you one day. I’ll be able to then. How about for right now, we go make sure James and Remus aren’t getting themselves into more trouble than I’m worth.”

He grinned. “You’re worth it all love. Plus, we have Minnie on our side, she’d let them off easy.”

You nodded. “I can’t believe they ran off like that to stick up for me, no hesitation. They seem like really good friends, I'm excited to get to know them.”

“They’d do that for anyone. Especially you.”

You hummed. “So…uh, ready to go?

He smiled and nodded, walking in stride with you side by side.

—

A/N - Hi! This is SO long, so thank you to anyone who actually read the whole thing. I’ll have more work up soon!

[slttygeto]

down like six thirty

request: [@burntbuttermm] for the tokrev hcs maybe some fluff/crack? with draken/baji/ whoever else you like! if you want a more specific idea maybe like cafe/first dates/rainy day in? Idk I just want them to be happy.

synopsis: am I enough to keep your love? when I'm old and stuff, will you still have a crush?

featuring: ryuguuji ken, baji keisuke, sanzu haruchiyo.

genre: fluff, suggestive at sanzu's.

note: "idk i just want them to be happy" 😭 i felt this. also very unedited so ill make sure to fix mistakes asap (after auri points them out lol)

—ryuguuji ken (draken)

rainy day in + him = heaven.

draken strikes me as the type of lover who looks like he's always in control to strangers

he always has a hand on your waist, is standing close to you wherever you go and it's honestly very reassuring

but once you two are alone or just away from prying eyes, he turns into the softest plushie ever

"don't you think it's ridiculous how they immediately assumed he's the traitor?" your boyfriend mumbled, his cheek pressed against yours as he laid on top of you while you two watched this new show you randomly came across.

it was a very lazy day for draken. he decided he wanted to take a day or two off from work just to focus on himself (in other words, relax with you) and with the rain pouring hard, he soon found himself cuddling you on the couch after you two made a nice batch of cookies.

"I mean, all the clues lead back to him," you replied as you stroked his back under his shirt, the action almost making him purr. he could care less about the show right now.

he turned his gaze to yours, nuzzling his head in your neck and sighed, relaxing under your touch. how could you make him feel so good all the time? it was honestly a wonder. and it was one of the reasons why he felt so lucky to have you, someone who understands him and puts him at so much ease.

lowering the volume down, the sound of the rain along with the crinkling fire from the fireplace was all too relaxing. noticing how draken's breathing was starting to slow down, a smile made its way to your face.

"wanna sleep, ken?" your voice rang through the empty space of your living room, the soft hum from your boyfriend was enough of a response to your question.

and soon enough, you were following your boyfriend into dreamland, and if anyone were to walk in on you two cuddling on the couch, holding onto each other so tightly even in your sleep, they would realize just how much you loved each other.

—baji keisuke

such a fun lover<3

ever since you two started dating you learned that kei was more of a sensitive soul than anyone would ever imagine

it's not that they thought of him as heartless, but they would never expect that the baji keisuke could cry easily

"kei?" you were more than concerned when you opened the door to your apartment, finding your boyfriend standing there in a black hoodie that made it seem like he was running away from the police.

"are you okay? honey, it's 11pm what could possibly bring you—"

"I found a kitten," he cut you off, and if you didnt know him better than anyone else you'd think that he sounded like any other day—cold and brutal. but this time, he sounded a bit emotional, almost like he was on the verge of crying.

"you did? where is it—" before you could even finish your sentence, kei was gently pulling the fluff ball out of the pocket of his hoodie. it was small, a mix of black and white on its fur.

"oh my god, it's a tuxedo cat!" you cooed at the kitten who meowed in return, trembling in baji's hold as it nuzzled his palms. but why did your boyfriend look so stressed?

"I found it on my way to your apartment, I know I was supposed to be here a few hours ago but then I found it and—"

"kei, breathe." you chuckled, holding your hands out to cup his face. "it's fine, the kitten is alright now honey," your thumbs stroked his cheeks, before staring down at the kitten who was purring in his hands. it was really in love with him.

"now why do you look so stressed about it?" you asked, tilting your head a little to get a closer look at your boyfriend. baji never avoided eye contact, but this time was also a different.

"...I may or may not have developed a soft spot for it,"

"and?"

"and I really wanna adopt it,"

"...okay?"

"but my landlord doesn't allow pets." keisuke felt stupid that this was making him want to cry, he couldn't even wipe his tears because the fur ball was in his hands and he didn't want to wet it.

you, on the other hand, were melting. your boyfriend was such a soft hearted person but being reminded of it this way was so precious.

flashing him a small smile, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before leaning down to do the same with the kitten.

"it can stay at my place, kei." it felt like christmas day for baji. he was so careful not to hurt the kitten as he leaned in, peppering your face with kisses all over while holding himself back from jumping from joy.

"we're keeping you! we're gonna name you oreo! or maybe tux? tuxedo! coffee? milk—"

you really loved your boyfriend, there was no doubt.

—haruchiyo sanzu

he was a dangerous man

but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun

when he decides to do something, he's unstoppable and you're always his first victim

which is why him randomly popping at your place at 3am became a normal thing in your relationship

"let's destroy the kids toys aisle."

"sanzu, no."

you had been trying to calm your boyfriend down for the past twenty minutes. you didn't know if it was the coffee he drank or if it was just one of those days where he felt extremely energetic, he was stressing you out.

"this is boring though! I wanted to have fun," the little pout on his face made you smile a little, your hand reaching towards his to pull him closer to you before placing a kiss on his lips.

"we can always have fun without destroying things," sanzu maintained eye contact with you, his irises growing a bit darker the longer you stared back at him that you had to pull yourself away from him.

"keep it in your pants, haruchiyo."

"but you said—"

"I won't go down on you here!"

"I was not going to suggest that, I was actually thinking I go down on you here," stepping closer to you again, your breath hitched when he pulled your body flush against his, his breath fanning your face. "you'd look cute, don't you think?"

"crying, begging for me to let you cum, right?"

"san—"

"but we're here to have actual fun! do you think we should go to a drive through?" you have never wanted to punch him so bad in your entire life. now you were horny and cranky, and both combinations weren't good news for anyone, especially at three in the morning at a supermarket.

"I think you should leave me alone," you huffed, turning around and walking away from your pink haired boyfriend who followed close behind you with a small laugh, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"it's okay baby, I will actually go down on you when we go back home—oh look! is that the educational books section?"

looking towards where he was pointing, your mouth dropped at his words.

"those are playboy magazines!"

"your point?" grabbing one of the magazines, sanzu scanned the pages carefully before humming to himself and staring at you.

"zero out of ten, you're not on any of these pages so they're not good." flashing him a look, you held back a smile as you grabbed a magazine yourself.

"ten out of ten, this guy—"

"put it down before I actually rip it to shreds"

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[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family��� couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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[artzee-bee]

Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

[shelbystales]

Honor and Blood - Part five

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 -

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Have in mind that this story happens in season 1 and the beef the Shelbys had with the Lees was solved before Tommy got the guns.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, mild smut

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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The days passed and Tommy barely left your mind.

You went to bed and dreamed about him... wild dreams. You also had a weird dream about a party where he was dacing with someone and you felt sick. You didn’t know what that meant and just assumed it was your mind playing tricks on you

You hoped to see him when you made your way through the city to the shop, but you never did.

He is a busy man.

You wondered if he felt the same for you if he wanted the same thing you did. You didn't really know what you wanted from him, but you knew that you wanted him.

As you organized the tapestry on the shop's storage room you heard them call for you

"Y/N there's someone in here for you!" you heard

You stood up from where you were kneeling and cleaned the little dust that got in your dress.

When you walked out of the storage room you saw Polly and smiled

"Hey!" you said approaching her "what are you doing here?"

"Hi, dear" she hugged you "Tommy sent me. He wanted me to deliver this" she handed you a file

"What is this?" you asked opening it

"Some sort of contract? I haven't really looked into it" she answered “he just told me to tell you to take it to the city hall to get legitimated”

As you took the papers out of the file you saw writing in bold letters 'contract of ownership', you smiled.

"Oh I know what this is," you said "thank you, Polly"

"You are very welcome, love. He said if you have any doubts he would be in the garrison at the end of the day” she said lighting herself a black cigarette “Things are looking good" she said looking and walking around the shop "And you look good too," she said looking you up and down.

Since you now came to town every day, you decided to change your appearance a little to look more like most people, and with a simple change in your closet, you did.

You didn’t want to cut your hair short like every other woman in town, so you started to take more care of your hair, wearing braids with little silver embellishments, keeping your gypsy spirit alive at least in your hair.

"Well thank you. Hated the looks they gave me" you put the files behind the counter

She nodded “I know what you mean. Just don’t let ‘em change you too much, ok?” she said with care in her eyes and you nodded.

She started walking around the shop again.

"I can't wait till we are open," you said with excitement and Polly smiled

"You are putting your blood and sweat in this aren't ya?" she asked as she got closer to the jewelry showcase

"I'm only doing my best," you said

"This is so beautiful Y/N," she said pointing.

You approached her and saw that she was talking about an earring made out of Esmeraldas and gold.

"Oh, yes... that one is one of my favorites" you statted

"Maybe you're looking at your first client" she winked "I'll be here when you guys open up. Two days yes?" you nodded “see you then” she smiled and gave you one last hug before leaving.

“Wait,” you said as she was crossing the door. She turned around to look at you

"Why did Tommy send you?" you asked, "why didn't he give this to me himself?"

"Tommy... he is busy, love. He's always busy, and this bloody business he is doing now..." she shook her head disapprovingly "his head is somewhere else these days" you nodded, and with one last smile, she left.

You went behind the counter and started to read the contract. It wasn't a very long one but on the second page, in one of the first paragraphs, there was something wrong, the name of the street was misspelled and you knew that could be a problem.

You couldn't take this to city hall, and you didn't have a typing machine to correct it. You would have to go to him.

You decided to believe what Polly had told you and at the end of the day, you were heading to the garrison. Hoping he was there.

As you walked in, the eyes were on you again, but this time they were different. They weren't looking at you as if they thought you were strange but as if they desired you. That somehow bothered you way more.

You went straight to the bartender.

"Where's Tommy?" you asked him and he pointed to the same little room he did the last time "thanks," you said and walked towards it.

And there he was with his brothers drinking whisky.

"Y/N!" Arthur yelled your name raising his glass "You came to drink with us!?"

"Hi, Arthur. No, I didn't..." you looked at Tommy "I was hoping we could talk. About the contract," you said and he nodded downing his cup with one last sip

"Oh work work work. Just relax Y/N the sun is down, we celebrate! another day has passed. We drink! And we let the bloody work for tomorrow, eh, Right brother?" John said tangling his words as he spoke, clearly drunk as well.

"Yeah, right" Arthur agreed and they both looked at Tommy

"Let's do it somewhere else, eh," he said standing up while John and Arthur booed him playfully

You left the room with him and as you walked out you heard Arthur talking to John "We can't judge... he only wants to get his dick wet" and both of them laughed

You rolled your eyes

"Don't listen to them, ey" He said in your ear. You looked at him and smiled

"Where are we going?" you asked

"To me office. You want to discuss the contract right?" he asked and you nodded "we do that in an office" You stopped walking

"But it's a simple tiny thing. It can be done here if you want" you said but he shook his head "you sure?"

"Yes, I'm" he answered "Just give me one sec," he said leaving you close to the bar and disappearing somewhere.

Oh if he ever wants to punish you, that's all he has to do: leave you in a crowded place. You felt like a tiny deer surrounded by a bunch of hungry wolfs.

No, stop it. You are a powerful woman and if any of these men come any closer you can easily hurt them, you told yourself.

"You here alone?" you heard a woman with an Irish accent ask, you looked at her and saw a very beautiful blond woman.

"Just about to leave" you smiled "you work here?" you asked noticing she stood behind the counter.

"Started today" she answered

"Good luck" you smiled

"Thank you, they aren't that bad," she said and you smiled "I am Grace"

"Y/N" you introduced yourself

"What you think about reading my future you delicious little thing,” a man asked behind you, clearly drunk

You rolled your eyes "not that bad, hum?" you asked her and she shrugged

"Hey I spoke to ya" he touched your arm pulling you to turn to him

"Your future tells me..." you shook your arm releasing his grip on your arm "that if you don't fuck off you will wake up without your balls," you said and he laughed.

You sighed seeing Tommy approach.

"Oh aren't you a cocky bitch" he said approaching his face to yours so that you could smell the alcohol on him

"Are we good here?" Tommy asked

"Yeah, just gonna show this bitch her place, Tommy," the man said.

Tommy frowned, having no idea who this man was and why the hell he was calling him Tommy.

"I wasn't asking you," he said bluntly and the man backed away a bit "Is this man bothering you Y/N?" he asked you as he put his gloves on

You saw the man's expression change in a matter of seconds.

The pub went quiet, watching the exchange.

You could see John and Arthur standing by the door, ready to act if needed.

You looked at him and shook your head, not wanting to be in the middle of a fight or something. You just wanted to get the hell out of that place.

He nodded placing his hand on your lower back and leading you out of the pub “let’s get out of ‘ere then”

"Tommy with the respect I didn't know she was yours," the man said walking after you both. Tommy stopped and turned to him

"She saved you a lot of shame by lying. So why don't you back off, ey?" Tommy asked putting his hand out and pointing at him "I'll deal with you later" the man’s face turned white and you both left the pub

"You ok?" he asked as you made your way to wherever his office was

"Yes," you answered, "where did you go?".

"Had to ask Arthur for something... For a meeting we have tomorrow" he explained and you nodded. Little did you know that he simply came back to warn them to never make that sort of comment about you ever again.

His office wasn't far long.

As you walked inside you saw how messy that place was it didn't look like an office

"Where are we?" you asked

"This is the betting shop" he answered "over here" he called you opening a door.

Walking in it was a bit more like an office, a tiny one but he was making his way up, just like you.

"Do you want some whisky?" he asked putting two glasses on the desk and you nodded sitting down.

"Thanks," you said as he handed you your glass. He nodded and sat on his chair.

"So what seems to be the problem?" He asked and you handed him the contract.

"There is something misspelled," you said. When he picked the contract he barely looked at the first page and went straight to the second page. You frowned at him and smiled "but it seems like you already know" he looked at you and shook his head

"I don't," he said and for a second you thought you could see him holding a smile.

Would he put something in there by purpose? was he testing you?

"You don't?" you asked smiling and he shook his head again.

"Where is it?" he asked flipping the pages

"Page two, second paragraph"

he looked at the papers for a while and shook his head again "can't seem to find it" he said.

At that point, you didn't know if he was making fun of you or if he was being honest and didn't see it.

You stood up and made your way to him.

Standing by his chair you leaned closer to him and pointed at the mistake.

"Right here," you said but he wasn't looking at the document no more, he was looking at you.

He led his free hand to your face and with a simple small movement, he pulled your face and kissed you.

He put the contract on the table, freeing his other hand to put it on your waist and pull you to sit on top of him.

The kiss was intense and oh my god he was good kisser.

Your heart raced and your belly filled with excitement as his hands roamed over your body putting pressure and being gentle in the right places.

You backed away to look at him.

"Answer me honestly, did you put that on purpose?" you asked

"I was distracted" he shrugged and you smiled

"Distracted?" you asked and he nodded "with what?"

"The thought of you" he answered and pulled you into a kiss again "in me office," he said in between kisses "I guess I accidentally made a mistake. It's a good thing you saw it".

"Accidentally?" you asked smiling and he nodded holding your face and kissing you more passionately.

And there it was, the answer you needed. He wanted you too. He made a mistake to simply have you with him again.

You stayed awhile, enjoying every caress he gave you, every touch, every kiss, every compliment.

His hands held you tightly and encouraged you to move to mount him. You start moving on top of him, you felt his erection through his pants so hard and desperate to release.

Fuck, you needed him so much.

"You're killing me 'ere" he muttered and you chuckled subtly.

"Sorry," you said awkwardly

"Don't be, eh" he said admiring your face as he caressed and kissed you again.

Holding your ass with both hands, he stood up supporting you as he did, and placed you on the table.

"Fuck" you whispered with the movement, feeling more excited now. He smiled at the corner of his lips, a smile so full of desire you felt like prey, making you feel like you were on fire.

His hands roamed your inner thighs, pressing it as it traveled the warm, soft skin beneath your dress contrasting to his cold, calloused hands.

His hand found its way over your panties teasing you as his fingers traveled the hem of it.

You breathed soundly and moved your hips encouraging him to move his hands inside.

"Hm," he rested his forehead on yours "tell me what you want, love," he said with his voice huskier than ever.

"I want you" you whispered

"Ya?" he asked and you nodded "what do you want me to do to you?" he asked

"Make me feel good" you said

"Make you feel good, eh?" he asked pulling your panties aside and sliding his fingers between your folds.

You closed your eyes and moaned as he pressed gently at your clit, circling over it

"Like that?" he asked

"Yes" you answered almost in a whisper as you let yourself enjoy his touch

"You are so wet for me, love" he said and kissed your neck. You roamed your hands over his toned abs and went straight to his pants

"And you so hard for me," you said and he groaned with your touch. Increasing his movements over your clit making you spasm a little as the feeling got too strong.

He inserted one of his fingers inside of you moving it slowly. As you ajusted he inserted another one curving it a little so it would hit that nice spot.

No one had ever made you feel this good, it was almost as if he knew your body as if he knew exactly what you liked and what you needed.

You rested your head on his shoulders breathing into his neck as your orgasm built uncontrollably.

"Fuck, Tommy" you whispered between your soft moans "I'm so close"

He intensified his movements and with his thumbs he managed to caress your clit at the same time.

It didn't take longer than 5 minutes for you to come around his fingers. As you came your senses were overstimulated and you barely could see or understand whatever was around you. your moans left your lips as if they had a life of their own. Your body felt weak, you were certain that if you were standing up you would be on the floor right now. Your breathing was heavy and your heartbeat was so strong you could feel it in your ear and you felt your body hot as if you had just come out of a very hot bath. Your juices leaked out of you and dripped on top of his table, you never thought that you could come like that.

The sight of you like that made Tommy at the edge of his release.

"That was intense" you managed to say after a while, your head still resting on his shoulders as your breathing stabilized.

"Did you feel good enough?" he asked and you smiled raising your head and looking at his eyes

"Did you see what just happened to me?" you chuckled "I bearly lost control of my body"

"Yes then, ey?" he asked with lust in his voice and you nodded smiling

"Your turn" you caressed his erection but he held your wrists.

"Not today love. Let today be about you, eh" he said pulling you into a kiss

"What do you mean?" you asked a bit confused

"Let's take this slow, ey. No need to hurry, love" he said caressing your face.

You felt like if you pushed a little he would give, but you didn't. You didn't know why he wanted what he wanted but you nodded. Maybe he just wanted to leave you wanting more, another game of his. Or maybe he didn't want to prove his brothers right, he didn't want to get his dick wet.

"How many contracts of mine are you going to screw up until I am deserving of that, hm?" you asked jokingly

"As many as I need" he said as he helped you out of the table and you chuckled.

You sat with him a while longer just talking about life and flirting while drinking whisky. You not usually drinked out of the camp, but you let your guard down with him.

Somewhere between midnight you went back home.

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[scarlettriot]

Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

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You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

>>><<<

It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

>>><<<

It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

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Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

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I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR NEW BTS HEADCANONS

They’re literally so good I can’t get over them!

I’d like to request stepbrother tae with younger reader, where the reader is inexperienced and tae teaches her everything. With some yandere themes, age gap, virginity loss, praising, master/angel calling.

Thanks very much :)

-> thank you, bb😙

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: Yandere!Taehyung, virgin!reader, stepbrother!Taehyung, age gap (reader is 18 and Taehyung is 28)

Your dad proposed to his two year long girlfriend

Your mom passed away when you were 6 and your dad has been raising you as a single father until he met his now fiancé when you were 16

You accepted the relationship because your father meant the world to you

After your mom’s death, he fell into a deep depression but kept going for you

He loved, protected and cared about you greatly

Your dad waited for you to turn 18 before proposing to his girlfriend

The reason why is because, he didn’t want you to feel left out or forgotten

He wanted you to enjoy the last 2 years of your childhood before you join the harsh, adult world

Your dad was the best dad you could ask for and all you wanted was to see him happy again

And you knew this marriage was the answer

You helped your future step mom with everything

From picking little decor for the tables, to the bridesmaids dresses, to the theme of the wedding — your step mother wanted your opinion on everything

You both finally got the chance to bond without your dad third wheeling

While you guys were out, doing some last minute shopping, your step mother confessed something

“Sweetheart, I’m so excited to marry your father but something in my heart feels incomplete.”

You scrunch your face and immediately ask her “what’s wrong?”

“My son…” she hesitated but continued, “… I want to invite him to our wedding but I’m not sure how he’d react to me re-marrying. After all, he’s daddy’s boy.”

“You have a son? How come dad’s never told me?” You said and frowned

“Well, I don’t like talking about it very much. My son is not the biggest fan of me, but in the end, he is still my child.”

“I don’t understand… why doesn’t he like you?”

“His dad made him believe that I cheated on him, even though it was the other way around. Taehyung left me behind without letting me explain what actually happened.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Maybe you can send him an invitation. If he comes, he comes, if he doesn’t then he’s missing out.”

She chuckled and started walking again

“I guess you’re right. Thank you for the reassurance.”

The wedding arrived faster than you imagined

Since the morning, you’ve been running back and forth, making sure everything’s perfect because you don’t want your dad nor your step mom to be stressed

The ceremony itself took place during the day time and in the evening, there was going to be a reception party

The ceremony went well, but your step mom seemed to be a little upset

You assumed it was because her son, “Taehyung” didn’t show up

You felt bad for her, but there was nothing you could do

The reception party was amazing

Your dad and step mom were enjoying every bit of it

The food was amazing, everyone was cheering & bringing up past memories

All was going well till someone walked in that caught your step moms attention and wiped the smile off her face

You followed her stare and saw a handsome man wearing a black suit standing in the door way

“Taehyung?”

Your step mom said, before getting up and running to him

She was about to pull him in for a hug but he rejected

“I see you got married again, mother. Does this guy know he’s wasting his time on a cheater?”

That was when you butted in and stepped in front of your step mom

“If you have nothing good to say, then leave. Your mother is trying to make amends with you and if you can’t cooperate, you might as well go home.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m her daughter.” You said, proudly

“Step daughter, Taehyung.” Your step mom chimed in, not wanting her son to get the wrong idea

Taehyung rolled his eyes and went towards the bar

“Please don’t let him spoil your night, ma. I’ll keep him out of trouble.”

You thought Taehyung was going to do something obnoxious but, no

He sat down at a table all the way in the corner and started talking to you

You were a charming girl and he absolutely loved it

Your eyes full of love and innocence

He asked you about your dating life and you replied that you weren’t interested

That’s when Taehyung knew, he had to stick around

6 months had gone by and Taehyung finally apologized to his mother

Your step mom was over joyed that her son was back

She felt like her life was getting back together

You still lived with your parents, but they didn’t mind since you were in university

Taehyung on the other hand lived in his own apartment near your university

He was actually a professor at your university

One day, your dad asked you if you could sleep over at Taehyung’s place for one night

You asked why and your dad said that this was the day he asked out your step mom so he wanted to do something special

You agreed and packed your bags

Taehyung picked you up and took you back to his place

He kept the conversation going by asking you about school, hobbies, ect

He even offered to give you a private tutoring session for free

The evening with him was going very well

He ordered pizza and there was a movie starting on the T.V

Halfway in the movie, there was a sex scene that made both of you a little needy

You started to move around more and Taehyung was quick to notice

He also had a solution to make you stop

He put his arm around your waist and pulled in closer to him

You were about to ask him what he was doing until you felt his thumb rub your clit in a circular motion

You accidentally let out a loud moan in satisfaction

Taehyung didn’t waste this opportunity and kissed you hard

He turned the T.V off and got on top of you, rubbing his raging bugle against your clit

You started rubbing against him too, wanting him to fill you up

He removed your shorts and started rubbing your clit faster

“Have you ever played with yourself like this before?”

“N- No.”

“Let master show you how to pleasure yourself, okay.”

He pulled you into his lap and made you spread your legs wide

He guided your hands on your clit

“Rub it, angel.. It whatever way it feels good.”

You started off slow but it wasn’t satisfying you so you increased your speed

You were about to cum but Taehyung slapped your hand away from your clit

“Rule number one, angel. You will not cum without master’s permission.”

“Okay.”

He slapped your clit, making you flinch in his lap

“Rule number two, you call me master. Understood?”

“Understood, master.”

“Good, angel. Master likes fast learners.”

Taehyung’s hand made it’s way back to your private area

He pushed in the tip of his pointer finger and you let out a squeal

“M-master! It hurts.”

“I know, angel. You’re so tight, that’s why…” he removed his finger from you and brought it up to your mouth, “angel, suck my finger.”

You happily opened your mouth and sucked on his pointer finger till it was wet with your saliva

“Perfect, angel.”

He slipped it back in, but this time it went in easier

“Master, don’t take it out. It feels good.” You whisper as you rocked your hips for some friction

He immediately removed it causing you to whine and squirm a little

“Rule number three. You don’t tell master what to do. Understood?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You said, softly

“Rule number four, you don’t whine. I don’t want any whining, angel. Or else, I won’t give you what you want.”

“I understand, master. It won’t happen again.”

You were so obedient, it was driving Taehyung crazy

You were so desperate for his touch and love

“Okay angel, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air.”

You did exactly what he said and spread your legs wide

He slid his fingers along your slit only to find out how wet you’d gotten just from all the teasing

He spread your wetness all over your hole for some lube then pushed in the tip

You were a little scared so you touched around for something to grab onto and Taehyung noticed

He intertwined both of his hands with yours before pushing deep inside you

You screamed a little because it was your first time

“M- Master. Slow.”

“It’s okay, angel. It’ll only hurt for a little bit.”

He pushed his whole length in you and kept his pace slow

“Master, it hurts!” You yelled, throwing your head back and releasing your tears

Taehyung quickened his pace so you could adjust to him faster

After a couple of fast thrust, you started moaning and rolling your eyes back in pleasure

You let go of his hands and held onto his back

“Master-mmmh!”

Taehyung placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it while fucking you faster

“M- Master! It feels so good.”

“I know. You’re taking me so well, angel.” He whispered into your ears, sending chills down your spine

Taehyung has been dreaming of this moment ever since he met you

All he wanted was to fuck you rough and raw

The idea of claiming you become more and more intense as time went by

You made him crazy

All the love and innocence in your eyes turned into lust for him

“Master, a- a little fa- faster, please. I’m close.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you as hard as he could

You were moaning so loudly, he knew you were close

“Tell me angel, what was rule number one again?”

“Don’t c- cum without master’s permission.”

Right after you finished your sentence, you hit your high and wanted to release

“Master! Please let me cum!” You yelled, clenching around him as hard as you could in order to stop yourself from coming

Taehyung groaned when you clenched around him

It was like paradise

“Master, please! I beg you! I can’t hold it!”

He pushed his whole length in one more time before saying, “release, angel.”

You covered his cock in a coat of cum while he filled you up

Both of you were panting heavily until Taehyung pulled out and carried you to his room

“You did such a good job, angel. Now let master take care of you.”

Just like that, you fell into his trap