#I had to do a whole ass double take since the images go by so fast

[cloudsrust]

I did not just get jumpscared by one of my old scp fanarts while watching a random youtube short what-

w h a t-

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

I absolutely love “You Used To Tell Me I Was Brave”! It’s such an interesting take on the Link/Zelda role reversal AU. Out of curiosity, what do you think the Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity story would be like in this AU? Would Link be the one who invented Terrako?

Thanks so much! 💕

I’ve got a whole plan regarding Age of Calamity. Doubt I’ll ever write it, but I know how I’d want it to go

Buckle in, lads, this is gonna get long

So, first things first, the battle at Hyrule Field. Nothing really changes there; Zelda kills some moblins and catches Queen Lianna’s attention. Finds Terrako, meets Impa, they kick ass together

The only real change would be dialogue from the soldiers. There’s whispers against Queen Lianna, wondering why she’s not using her golden power to help them. She’s trained in combat and highly skilled. Her own mother used to join the knights and soldiers, and fight by their side. Hylia’s blessing could vanquish the monsters so quickly. So why is the queen only watching from the walls?

When Impa and Zelda find Link, he recognises Terrako. His father, the late King Oberon, created him when Link was 5. Since Link was such a sickly child, often stuck in bed, Oberon made Terrako so Link wouldn’t be alone. Terrako acted as a friend/nanny/walking music box. But Queen Lianna took Terrako when Link was 9, shortly after Oberon’s death. Lianna claimed she had “that nuisance” destroyed. So how is Terrako here?

No one knew that King Oberon gave Terrako the ability to fight. No one knew they were meant to double as Link’s guard. Even Oberon didn’t know Terrako could time travel- that part was a genuine fluke (though Oberon would be pretty smug he managed such a thing by accident)

Link fully expects Lianna to destroy Terrako again (if indeed she ever did in the first place), but when Lianna hears Terrako has information on the Calamity, she instructs Link to bring “that thing” to Purah and Robbie.

On the way to the lab, when the group is attacked by a “rogue” Guardian, both Zelda and Link use themselves as bait to lure the Guardian into range for their attack. Impa despairs of them both. She’s stuck with TWO reckless gremlins now

The response to Terrako’s images of the Calamity is mostly confusion. After all, Lianna and Princess Lia have their powers. Does this information mean they don’t find Hylia’s Chosen knight on time? Did they not recruit pilots for the Divine Beasts? What exactly went wrong?

When it comes to recruiting the pilots, Mipha and Zelda immediately click. Total besties. These two get along like a house on fire. Mipha is incredibly protective of Link and Zelda notices how quiet and stiff Mipha gets when Queen Lianna and Princess Lia are brought up.

Daruk takes one look at all these teenagers and says “Guess I’m a dad now.” (Zelda is horrified when Link actually eats a rock roast. Highness, please, she’s meant to be guarding you. Don’t break your teeth on her watch.)

Revali’s pride is admittedly ruffled that the scorned prince is sent to recruit him. The powerless prince, the “useless” twin that the royal court openly ignores? It irks him. But, more than anything, he’s pissed that Zelda fought him to a standstill and everyone saw it. And Zelda isn’t Link- she sasses him back and returns his insults and has a temper of her own.

As for recruiting Urbosa, the Yiga still infiltrate Gerudo Town and Kohga disguises himself as Urbosa…but the Yiga are pissed that Link is here. They were hoping to get Princess Lia, maybe even Queen Lianna herself. The queen sent the useless one? You’ve gotta be kidding! Kohga feels cheated, but his anger makes him sloppy. Urbosa nearly kills him before Sooga rescues him.

Urbosa gladly accepts the role of pilot, but Zelda notices that Urbosa addresses Link directly, no mention of the Queen; “You are precious to me, and you need my help. I cannot refuse.” It interests Zelda, but also confuses her a little. After all, Link’s not a Champion. No magic powers. He’s meant to help the Sheikah. But Zelda’s noticing, more and more, that regular soldiers and peasants love Link, even if the court doesn’t. And now Lady Urbosa herself says she’ll join to help Link. It gets Zelda thinking

Of course Queen Lianna doesn’t thank Link for doing all the work. Neither does Princess Lia. Zelda comes across a difficult exchange: Queen Lianna confiscating a Sheikah relic from Link. It’s the first relic he ever found on his own, no help from the researchers. Link couldn’t figure out what it was, and neither could the Sheikah. Still, the researchers let Link keep it. It’s a unique relic; nothing resembling it has been found since. The Queen scolds Link for focusing on a “dead end” and orders him to go to the Spring of Courage and “make himself useful” by praying for their success.

Zelda’s pissed. The Queen orders Link to help with research and then confiscates his relic?? She calls him useless but she’s sent him all over Hyrule to recruit the pilots??? What the actual hell???

Zelda goes and beats up many, many knights in training. So many, in fact, that people begin to whisper about her abilities.

Just in time for the Master Sword to enter the plot! The main difference here is that Zelda is…Zelda. A girl. Everyone was expecting a boy. Once Astor flees, Zelda meekly asks if she should put the sword back for the “real” hero. The Deku Tree reassures her that she is the real hero; she’s been chosen, the first Heroine in a long line of Heroes. The Deku Tree then addresses Link, telling him he has more power than he knows.

Not much changes until the Calamity hits. We see a few moments of tension between Lia and Link. We see Rhoam pressuring Zelda to uphold a strong and fearless image. We see Zelda and Link grow closer and a few flirty remarks from Zelda. We see commoners getting help from Link and how quiet they get when the Queen rides by. We get some bonding moments between the Champions.

Then we have the Calamity. Link, Zelda and Impa race through the castle, fighting hordes of monsters. A surprise comes in the form of Crown Princess Lia. She speaks directly to Zelda; “Your orders are to protect my brother, do you understand?”

Lia seemingly dies as the trio flee. No one has seen Queen Lianna. Once they’re hiding in a safe spot, Link begins to panic. The Divine Beasts aren’t firing at Ganon. His sister just sacrificed herself and there’s no sign of his mother’s magic. How can Zelda possibly fight Ganon alone? It’s only made worse by Terrako’s images of the Divine Beasts being possessed by Ganon, just like the Guardians. Link has a full blown panic attack and Terrako begins to play an old lullaby. Light shoots from him, up into the sky. As far as the trio can tell, the lights didn’t do anything…but it helps calm Link down. Impa rallies Link and Zelda, reassuring them that, so long as they work together, they can do anything. They can save their friends. They can save Hyrule.

Of course, the “future gang” has arrived to help! Link, Zelda and Impa help save the Champions and team up with Zelda’s father, Captain Rhoam to free Akkala Citadel. Rhoam and Zelda have a heart to heart; he expresses his concerns for her safety, apologises for pressuring her since she drew the sword and tells Zelda he has complete faith in her.

Revali and Teba find and save Tulin in the Lost Woods. Revali accidentally reveals he’s got a major soft spot for kids. Urbosa and Riju fight off Yiga. Riju learns that Urbosa and Queen Lianna used to be friends, but Lianna’s treatment of Link and growing arrogance destroyed their friendship. Sidon and Mipha save Gopongo village (and Sidon bonds with his tiny self). Yunobo and Daruk save Kakariko village from monsters.

Then Fort Hateno. During the battle, Link’s sword is shattered by a Guardian. While the Sheikah slate is useful, it’s not going to keep him safe during a fight of this size. When the Blights and Astor appear, Zelda orders Impa to take Link and run. But Link runs after Zelda. As the Blights prepare to strike, Link pushes Zelda behind him and the impossible happens: light explodes from him, the Triforce appears on his hand, and the Blights and all nearby Guardians are destroyed.

Link just unlocked Hylia’s golden power. Everyone is stunned. Link’s a boy. This shouldn’t be possible. But he’s done it. The tides of battle turn in their favour; Link wields the power like he was born for it, like he’s always had it. They secure Fort Hateno and, as the sun rises, Link kisses Zelda. (Impa says that Revali owes her 20 rupees.)

It’s a big character development moment for Link: he actually gives a speech, in front of hundreds of people, using his voice loud and clear for everyone to hear. He still glows, casting a further sense of awe on the scene. Kohga joins the ranks, seeking revenge for his slaughtered friends, especially Sooga. He finally understands that Ganon will not reshape the world or spare the Yiga.

The gang receive word from one of Urbosa’s soldiers; Urbosa is at the Great Plateau, trying to save Hylian soldiers who were trapped there. With the Sheikah towers up and running once more, the gang races to give Urbosa back-up. They’re in for a shock; at the end of the battle, they find Princess Lia outside the Temple of Time. The royal twins embrace and Lia apologises again and again for how she ignored Link for so long. She sincerely thanks Zelda for protecting him. Inside the Temple, they find Queen Lianna. She’s still badly injured from Ganon; malice burns on her arms, legs and torso and a badly broken arm. It turns out the relic she confiscated from Link was an Ancient Shield, which protected her from a Guardian blast as she tried to hold Ganon back. When she tries to go to Link, he pushes right past her, asking where Urbosa is. When Urbosa comes in, Link runs right to her, and Urbosa keeps him close to her. Queen Lianna seems stunned, maybe even a little jealous.

During the final battle, Terrako is still possessed, forcing Zelda to fight them. Ganon kills Astor. When it comes to facing Ganon, Queen Lianna is too injured. Princess Lia, to everyone’s surprise, urges Link to go with Zelda to the Sanctum. She’ll help hold the monsters off as the blood moon rises.

Together, Link and Zelda defeat Ganon with their friends cheering them on.

The future gang has to go home and there’s many tearful farewells. The Champions (with surprising help from Kohga) work together to restore Terrako. Queen Lianna tries to apologise to Link, but he doesn’t forgive her. After years of verbal abuse and neglect, with his growing confidence he finally has the strength to stand up to her. Zelda is not surprised, though many courtiers are. They expected that, since Link forgave Princess Lia that everyone would be forgiven.

Queen Lianna, finally seeing things as they are, begins to realise how much the commoners of Hyrule dislike her, and how it’s the same for many knights and soldiers. She’s been harsh, passing unfair laws, raising taxes, holding herself so above everyone and looking down on everyone and everything that didn’t fit her world view. She’s forced to see that, during all those years she called Link useless, he was helping people and they love him. They don’t love her. They don’t even love Lia, not yet.

Lianna is left sitting on her throne, wondering what the future holds.

Princess Lia joins the Champions for bonding activities and goes into Castle Town with Link to help with repairs. Finally a real part of the team she was expected to lead, finally getting to know her people and finally bonding with her twin.

Terrako is restored and the Champions celebrate. Link and Zelda finally go on a real date- or at least their idea of one. Anyone who doesn’t know them expected a fancy dinner or something. Their friends know Link and Zelda won’t do something so simple. The duo takes a weekend trip around Central Hyrule, exploring the area, visiting other towns and villages and racing their horses.

Things aren’t perfect. Hyrule needs to recover from the Calamity. Queen Lianna, though she’s thoroughly been humbled, is still an unpopular ruler with the masses. Link still has years of abuse and neglect to recover from. Urbosa and Mipha both offer to let him stay with them for a while, to get a break from his mother. When Link points out he’s not allowed in Gerudo Town, Urbosa bluntly states she’s willing to make him an exception to the rule if it means keeping him safe.

The future has been drastically changed. All everyone can do now is work towards a better future and hope things go well.

[redcruxsworld]

Part 1 here

Part 2

Continuing on Miss Heed's PoV

The days went by without a hitch. Cecilia was excited for this week's Tuesday because this is the day she gets to become the most beloved hero in the whole world! She lay on her bed, kicking her feet up and down like teenage girl. She looks up at Goldheart's Facebook and admires him. Even though they aren't friends online, it won't really matter because they will be dating soon. But then her mind drifted to Flug's face when they met in the cafe. She began to remember how..... intense and mysterious Flug's gaze on her they were taking. It was like his violet blue eyes were beckoning her to kiss him. And the way that he sat! Oh, she blushed on the thought that if she hadn't had the self-control, she would have sat on his lap in front of everyone in the shop to see. Flug has really changed since the last time she saw him in middle school. From a guy that always shy and hid his face to a more confident and elegant man held up in high regard by many. It was like a daydream getting to hear and see him again. But she can't really put him on top of her love for Goldheart....... right? "No.... there must be another way...." she said to herself as she looked up the name 'Kennings Flugslys' in Google. Tons of images of Flug popped up. The more she stared at it, the more she got obsessed with the thought of having Flug. Goldheart was handsome but in a more masculine way..... Flug, however, was.... more feminine like? In all the times that she has been his friend when they were young, she never got the chance to see his face. Now that he's taken off the habit of putting on masks, she noticed a lot of things as she stared in the thousands of pictures of this man on the internet. His unbelievably clear skin, his long eyelashes that would make any woman jealous, his blond locks that shined even brighter as the sun hit it. Not to mention his influence and absolute domination over the science industry was unfathomable. His placement in society was high, even higher than hers. His looks, his fame, his intelligence, and power...... she wanted that. She wanted him to become hers and hers alone, just like Goldheart. She smiled at the thought of being praised and cherished by both men. She bites her lip, "You're also going to be mine, Fluggy~," she says as he giggles and kisses a picture of Flug displayed on her phone. Flug and Goldheart were going to be hers forever. Whether they like it or not, they don't have a choice.

☆IN FLUG'S LABORATORY☆

Flug sneezed hard, "Ugh, who would be awake thinking about me at this late hour?", he says to himself as he looks at the calendar on his desk. He smiled evilly, 'Your clock is ticking, Cecilia~ You better enjoy your last hours of joy.', his mind echoed as he dials phone number on his phone, "Hello? Himiko speaking, who is this and what do you want?", the person the other end says. He smiled, "Hello, Himiko, I would like to have you in service by tomorrow. I'll pay you any price you want just come by this location. I'll meet you outside. Don't be late." He hung up before she could get another word in and send the factory's location. Hiring villain is against P.E.A.C.E's rule, but not like double crossing is uncommon amongst people from P.E.A.C.E anyways. In a matter fact, politicians often use for hire villains to get rid of any potential competitors, and so does P.E.A.C.E. It's also a lot easier for him to do his double crossing considering the fact that P.E.A.C.E still needs his genius ass for their agendas. He takes a bath and changes to his pajamas. As he lay on his bed, he smiled. There are consequences to one actions and boy, Cecilia's consequences for her past actions will bite her hard.

The last two parts..... I'll do it tomorrow or something.

~Red

[xstarkillerx]

*let me do this again my dumb ass couldnt find the ask lmao*

dude i saw you reblogged my brian o'conner crash fanart, i was about to plug my A03 (i can't really post my delirious fantasies here since this is supposed to be a blog for my art collective 👀) BUT THEN i saw you already posted my shit here BUNNIE IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG insert iasip meme ILY <3 <3 <3

BASSE-FOSSE YOU ARE SO FAMOUS TO ME HELLLOOOOOO!!!!! It is me, you found me! I definitely should've put two and two together that the person posting art of Brian as Gabrielle and the person writing wild crash-f&f crossovers was one and the same lol. Although, as I've come to learn through your awesome recommendation that led me down a bit of a podfic rabbit hole, there are some bonkers, fantastical fics for f&f with super out there concepts but are really really well realized, which was pleasant to discover. I'm gonna keep blabbing under the read-more, because I'm so happy to have found you on tumblr, but I'll end off by saying I can't believe you posted to ao3 twice in July and I didn't know, I'm literally about to feast rn.

Anyway so nice to see you!!!!!

For anyone curious about what we're taking about, here you go!

I should take this time to say crash blew my mind, you were so right about the final scene being extremely similar to the end of the first f&f, to the point where my friend and I's reactions when we did that double feature were pretty much identical, it was so funny! We watched Crash first, and there was something about seeing that Miata finally get knocked off the highway, that was soooooooo... Like, I may be reading too much into this and I definitely don't understand the movie entirely yet, but MX-5 Miatas are one of the most personified cars out there because of their eye-like headlights and mouth-like vents, they literally look like 😃 it's so cute. Miatas are almost always portrayed as innocent, Friendly, and childlike, so to see the destruction of one (which the movie was def building up to), AND TO WATCH JAMES FUCK CATHERINE IN WRECKAGE , like it's such a good image to end on… it really drives home the irreparable effect being introduced to Vaughn's "world" had on them, like they basically went through the a fucked up version of the hero's journey and were left on the other side of the threshold not knowing how to cope, my jaw was on the floor!!! The unattainable fantasy of ultimate orgasm because of the resiliency of both cars AND human bodies, it was so good. "Maybe the next one, maybe the next one," still gives me shivers.

So watching F&F afterward was hilarious because my friend basically had the same reaction to its ending, that truck impact hit her real hard (she too wanted them to ugly fuck on the busted charger lol). I had told her that this was essentially the most blood we would ever see in the rest of the franchise which is not a lot, and we ended up having a whole conversation about comparing the fantasy set in place by both movies. The fantasy of F&F is essentially 1) the characters' inability to die/stay dead or get injured and 2) the seemingly omnipotent ability of cars to take down larger and larger vehicles, starting with 18-wheelers and progressing to yachts, trains, Humvees, planes, it's endless!! Whereas the fantasy in the world of Crash IS to die, to be scarred, marred, for every dent and scratch on your car to be mirrored on your skin until you're one and the same. It's the next evolution of man, to be melded with machine in a way that's gorey and sexual. Both works involve little family institutions, people who get it, people who have your back, and a fearless leader running the show. Where Dom Toretto literally can't die, or even lose, because it's in vin diesel's contract, Vaughn was fated to! What kind of example would he be setting for the others if he couldn't achieve the nirvana of dying on the toronto freeway.

Ugh I totally did not mean to give you an entire book report but I've been sitting on all of this for so long and I figured you of all people would understand being immensely effected by these two movies being put together lol. Anyway thanks for reaching out! I'm around if you ever wanna talk f&f, I loveeeeee the way you view that universe. Much luvvvv 🫶🫶

[nyxronomicon]

Oh Rafiq has double barrels?? 👀 👀 👀 I also think you should make a list of roommates and their measurements… oh and who would be willing to help me do laundry??? Inspired by your recent reblogs. 👀

-double dick anon

I'll have to come up with something interesting about Aleric's cock bc vampires don't really have a monster form, but I do love the idea that vampire bites are like a strong aphrodisiac to humans so maybe that's enough? (idk monster penises are fun though. i'll think about it)

anyway. thank you for giving me a great first hcs for ATWH...

And They Were Housemates... "helping" with laundry

Lycaon

Honestly, he’s not great at doing laundry to begin with. Back in his day you had to wash everything by hand so the whole washing machine thing is new to him

Once you show him how to use it though, he’s really proud of himself for Learning A Technology and he wants to help out more often!

He offers to do your laundry and yours alone

He’s not paying much attention. Just kind of grabbing something and tossing it in like you showed him. 

When he reaches your unmentionables he just stops dead in his tracks and stares at the laundry basket. He’ll avoid touching them until they’re the last things in there. 

He’s blushing. Let’s not even talk about what he’d do if someone walked in right now (he’d panic)

Finally, he quickly throws as many as he can in at once. He missed one, of course. It really took a lot of mental preparation for him to do that to begin with and now there’s one more?? 

He pulls out the last pair of underwear and holds it as far away from himself as possible, but he can’t help being a little curious. No one really comes down here anyway…

They’re much more revealing than he expected… he pictures them on you and his face instantly turns red… He quickly tosses them in with the others, paranoid someone might show up (as if they can read his dirty thoughts?)

Regardless, he can’t get the image of you wearing those out of his mind… 

If you let him do your laundry again, he’ll look a little closer. He really respects boundaries (because he has such rigid boundaries himself) so he’ll never steal them, but there would definitely be a point at which he’d give them a little sniff… 

Rafiq

Rafiq was throwing in a load of laundry- as a gardener, he needs to wash his clothes pretty frequently. 

He asked if you had anything (because he’s a gentleman? Maybe. To see your underwear? probably.) 

As he’s going through your basket, he finally reaches your underwear. He inspects each pair you’ve trusted him with, although since he wants you to let him do this again, he’s not going to take any (yet)

He’ll return your laundry, folded and neat (including your underwear)

He’s definitely going to comment on them. Depending on the style of undies you wear, he might say “Frilly little things” “Very practical” or (depending on the nature of your relationship) how they probably look better with you in them…

If you let him continue to do your laundry, you might notice a pair or two go missing every once in a while. They always turn up again after a week or two though.

Rafiq is very discreet about it. He finds the pair thickest with your scent and slips it into his pocket, returning to the greenhouse as casually as possible so he can experience them fully…

He loves your scent. But more than that, he loves picturing them hugging your cute ass… tight on your sex… and now he’s rubbing them against both his cocks thinking about how you’ll innocently put these on after he’s washed and returned them

The first time, they’re absolutely soaked in cum. Then, he makes a point to always have a pair on hand for this exact purpose. He cycles them out because what’s hottest to him is thinking about you wearing something so defiled by his seed… 

There’s definitely a point where he will have cum all over every pair you own, then washed and returned them to your collection. 

A human wouldn’t notice, but even after getting washed they can be heavy with his scent. It’s his way of getting a little possessive

Diaval

Diaval is also doing laundry frequently. Working in the shop means he’s gotta wash his coveralls weekly. 

He’s happy to do you the favor of adding some of your things in.

Honestly, he doesn’t think twice about it until he reaches into your basket and pulls out a pair of underwear. 

He grins. Looks around, listens carefully. If no one’s around, he’ll inspect them closer. 

He’s definitely going to smell them. 

At this point he’s more curious than anything. He’ll do this to every pair in the basket until he reaches the last.

Of course, he wants you to continue to trust him to do laundry so he doesn’t take any, but he’s really tempted by a particularly cute pair that he’s loving picturing you in. 

That image remains in his mind for a couple of weeks until you ask him to do your laundry again.

At this point, he’s obsessed with this pair. He’s been masturbating thinking about you in them. When he finds them in the basket again, he smells them deeply and shoves them in his pocket. 

Those are his little treat now, sorry

He doesn’t cum into them at first, he just takes in your scent as he touches himself. Eventually, he can’t resist and rubs them on his hard cock and he can’t go back. He cums in these a truly obscene amount

It’s been long enough that he couldn’t possibly return them, so he just washes them with his clothes and uses them to masturbate religiously. They barely even smell like you anymore but he won’t dare take another pair. 

Aleric

When you asked him to do your laundry, this man immediately thought about your underwear.

Part of him wanted to request you don’t include them, but he didn’t want to seem like a pervert by bringing it up at all. 

This guy doesn’t touch his laundry. He just pours it into the machine and hits go. So after dumping your clothes in, he noticed on the very top was, you guessed it, a pair of your undies. 

He stares at them a truly stupid amount of time. He wants to pick them up. Touch them. Smell them. He can almost smell them from here, if he focuses enough. 

Literally. He’s just looking. Staring at the top of the pile. 

Like for a really long amount of time. A third bullet point about it amount of time.

A text message breaks him out of whatever trance he was in, not realizing the half-chub in his pants, just from seeing your underwear. 

He glances at his phone, you sent him a cute thank you for doing your laundry and his cock throbs. 

He can’t stop himself now. You were basically asking him to take a little gift for himself, right? He pockets the underwear and starts the laundry, rushing to his room to take care of himself

As he rubs them on his cock, he’s picturing how he would slide them aside to enter you, humping his fist desperately like it’s you. 

Immediately after he cums all over them he’s incredibly embarrassed. He’s even more embarrassed that not even 10 minutes has passed, so he can just add them back into the laundry like nothing happened. 

He might “accidentally” run an extra cycle to make sure you never find out… 

It’s highly likely he’ll do it again, though

[peaterookie]

Lupin III Chapter 59 Review

fun fact i found out this chapter was first published on my birthday so uh let's hope this isn't a bad chapter at least :) fuck ur zodiac what lupin manga chapter did you get on your birthday

so this chapter starts with a guy (not lupin) standing below a tall waterfall. it's a pretty cool double page spread that you have to rotate vertically to see it properly you wanna see it? do it yourself lol

meanwhile, lupin is being chased by zenigata, and he unfortunately doesn't escape this time. he surrenders, and just starts talking all casually to zenigata like they're old friends.

bro went through three different expression in an instant

turns out that lupin was stealing, or was ACCUSED of stealing an emperor medal belonging to the late duke yoshida. zenigata is super ashamed of lupin for stealing from a dead person (which is strange, since even his anime counterpart does it a whole ton) lupin doesn't know what the fuck zeni is talking about and says that he can search him all he wants to find it.

...and that's also where the very suggestive "Go ahead, search me." panel came from. (why my birthday chapter)

lupin uses this moment to escape from zenigata, and jumps down from the huge waterfall from the beginning of the chapter. zenigata tells the police to chase him, but he refuses to follow them since it turns out that lupin's jacket hid inside a beartrap and snapped on his hands.

Z: ...And if you tell anyone, I'll kill you! Z: What are you looking at!?

sorry zenigata, that's my bad.

lupin somehow lands safety down the waterfall, then him and the man from the beginning meet eye to eye he goes away through, and leaves lupin alone. just who is this guy?

lupin returns to his shack that he seems to just have, and talks to fujiko about the medal. he suspects that she had stolen the medal, so his perverted ass tries to search her body for it fujiko tries to resist and gets a blanket thrown at her

then, when lupin lifts it up, the guy from earlier appears out of nowhere! how is lupin holding that

the guy reveals that fujiko and him worked together to steal the medal, and lupin tells them to return it back otherwise everyone would blame him for stealing it (it's not good for his totally gentleman image) the guy refuses and they fight

the dude uses a bunch of magic tricks with blanket, he first makes fujiko disappear, shows the medal, lupin tries to take it, he pulls it back and pulls out a gun in return

lupin luckily dodges them all but the dude fires more lupin then disappears, leaving only his jacket remaining...

the guy lifts up the jacket, only to reveal that lupin mimicked the trick and appears under the jacket! lupin then stabs him right on the chest, and has some remaining questions for this mysterious dude

L: Who sent you? M: The Rat Clan. L: I thought so, only vermin steal from the dead.

Then lupin sexually assaults fujiko but then gets IMMEDIATELY punished for it fujiko does the blanket trick to him, and reveals that she stucks a bear trap on his head. yeah, lupin, you can't ruin my birthday chapter that easily.

[6-of-november]

The last worry of moving-in, me, ig. That's how it feels when my girlfriend has inadvertently (but on a few occasions admittedly purposely) talked down to me about being polyamorous/sexual.

In a super-abridged timeline: when we first hung out before any bits of a relationship (48 hours after introduction) I told her I was poly, when we met she was poly but not okay with me being poly bc she liked women & "it's different" that she wants a female to female connection than me wanting another female-male connection. It was less than a year into us being together when she tried justifying her gender double standard & I told her, "go fuck yourself." It came up in conversation, she genuinely doesn't remember this entire day. In the time that followed, I didn't behave polyamorously first bc I was at college, it wouldn't be fair to her if I found someone IRL & left her alone, then bc it was the pandemic & it's just not practical, then the whole threesome thing occured & that fallout so I didn't behave polyamorously to re-prove my commitment to her.

Well, it's been two fucking years, since that incident & it's about to be 2 fucking years since she asked me to take her back after she left me over the whole threesome thing. At every one of these summary life phases I have been given a different excuse why I shouldn't be allowed to be poly. I'm not some filandering ass hiding behind words, I feel my crushes, I've cried out my complicated emotions in this realm, & I've tried everything I can think of to become un-poly to please my partner. If it didn't bring me more joy & deep fulfillment than anything else I would love to just get rid of that part of me but I can't. Yesterday marked one year clean of all the drugs & habits I quit cold turkey just because I could, so know, that if I could make this change in myself I would & that the effort was there.

My partner has said some awful things about me being poly in the past, "you're just a boy," "you're never doing that," "Fuck you, what is wrong with you," "I have to be special, me, no one else," & the most recent (bad) thing, "well that's what it is isn't it." That last one seems odd, but that was her response to me venting about my parents anti-poly rant which I concluded with, "this is a real thing, I'm not just a horny ass hole." "well that's what it is isn't it." "A horny ass hole?" "Yes" I was mad, I left about five minutes after that exchange & saved my yelling & crying in the car. There's been good parts over the years like when we cried together that we couldn't change for the other in this regard, when she promised she understood I am this way & it's something I can't change, or recently when she asked me if I need love to have sex, (tldr, I'd suspected for years she was demi-sexual & she's just starting to give this thought), & I said 'no' to which she said she will bring it up in therapy after she gets through everything else (I have serious worries about being a non-priority in her backlog of 'everything else') but that she'd be more open to things then. Issue is, I think she's building an image where we have a few spicy nights with a booty call before we die whereas I'd be down for spicy nights but I'd love to go on dates with her & love interests & optimistically find long term partners who I may someday refer to as my husbands or wives for convenience (& to piss off conservatives).

Now, my parents who I live with are fervently monogamous, & my mom in particular has talked at length about how gross & awful she thinks any form of polyamorous/sexual is & it hurts to hear, so admittedly I don't want to be poly while under their roof, but if I'm not under their roof I think I'm done being treated like dirt in this regard.

I've been poly for 9 goddamn years, I've turned down people & experiences I would have cherished & mathematically had to have missed opportunities I was actively avoiding for someone else's happiness at the expense of my own. I don't want to live in the past, I want to live in the present. nothing would make me happier than to see my partner happy, but, if I'm supposed to find happiness for myself, nothing would make me happier than asking my crushes out on dates, & getting a positive response.

The night of the almost threesome was the best & worst night of my life. Even with the third's limited participation, it was the best, most exciting, & fulfilling sex, every minute felt like a massive emotional hug, it was all better than I imagined, (even compared to my second time having sex when two of my female friends who had a weird love quadrilateral with me watched me & my ex & we made jokes & commentary)- all that overwhelming joy & I stopped it from reaching higher heights bc that would cross lines not already crossed, that's why I blurted out my crush before kisses & hands became more irreversible alternatives. My GF now agrees, my actions make complete sense, miss third wheel set me up to fail, & while I made that night awful & the next 3 months, what I did made it possible for us to get back together at all & she loves & respects that.

What I wouldn't give to feel that again without worries clouding my mind. Like, if gf would just accept me & trust me, (bc ultimately, (from thinking it over & talking to more experienced people, she has her self confidence & anxiety issues but those are her issues) she doesn't trust me & that's more of a blender blade to the heart than a knife tbh) I would ask out Mr short & cute, then theres Miss green who frankly is a picture perfect bff for my gf if they could meet (not just me who said this, & float some openness around extended friend group & apps.

Everyone knows I'm poly, everyone respects me but her, & at this point I'm so tired of having been belittled, talked down to, & made to feel so awful I don't even want to live with myself that I want to be me finally. When we got back together I promised myself that I was going to be unapologetically me, that she wouldn't stop me from living. But, here I am mincing my words, getting put down, & still in forced monogamy. I'll never cheat bc I cannot respect betrayal (shout out to the women I've almost injured when they didn't take my no for an answer, I won't cheat on my gf), but It's so hard to vocalize my frustrations. I know her mental health is rough, I don't think she's a villain but I'm in my head a lot & it's just a lot of hurt & I don't feel like I fit in anywhere, I want to be accepted. So much is out of my control I'd like to have my fucking emotional & sexual autonomy back.

If we move in together she's the only practical barrier to me finally being myself. I don't want this to be our first big fight,but, if it is, I'd be so happy if it was productive. If we split bills like we're talking (it's very much in her favor) I would have enough in my discretionary budget to actually spend more in every category I normally do (bc I have been so extra frugal) & to spend money on dates (gas, dinner, little gifts, etc.) for her &/or other cuties (I refer to love interests as cuties in my head).

I have typed too much

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caught red handed.

18+ nsfw content. minors dni. all characters are aged up.

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content warnings: f!reader, college!au, masturbation, mentions of alcohol, voyeurism, daddy kink, bit of a handjob, bit of oral (m!receiving), filming, slight degradation, creampie, one (1) instance of bakugou slapping your pussy.

notes: happy belated birthday to my bestie, @rekiri . you deserve the world and so much more, you’re sweet and hilarious and i fucking love talking to you, whether we’re joking or being more serious. i know you told me not to, but i really wanted to write something for you as a gift (because ya girl is a bit of a broke bitch). ik it’s not eren, kiri, or reki, but i hope you like this piece regardless. i love you, even if you annoy me to death, you whore /j. this one’s for you <3

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Everyone knew college was stressful. Deadlines nearly every single week, assignments and essays, not to mention attending classes brought a whole new wave of anxieties for students every single day. Sometimes that stress was either doubled or relieved by having a partner for a project or two. Luckily for you, you and your old high school classmate Katsuki Bakugou were paired up for a project for one of your Quirk Law classes. It was a research project, one that required a forty slide presentation. You were headed on your way to Katsuki’s dorm today to work on it at the time you agreed upon: 5pm. Then you two would study together for upcoming midterms. It was all planned out down to a tee. So at around 3:50pm, Katsuki knew he had time. He figured he needed a break from his Rescue Tactics Indoors II class, otherwise his brain would begin oozing from his ears.

Pushing aside his overpriced textbook, he rolled his shoulders back, hearing the cracks of his stiff muscles while he stretched at his desk. He let out a sigh, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand as he scrolled mindlessly through his socials. Mina had posted a Throwback Thursday post, an old one of him and you back in your freshman year of college. His nose twitched in annoyance as he recalled the parties, more specifically Denki Kaminari’s birthday party, where he had gotten so drunk that the walls melted and bent before him. Katsuki’s expression changed however, as he swiped through the collection of photos to stumble across an image of you and him. Have you always worn dresses that tight? You practically had your ass out from how short your garment had been cut, tits threatening to spill out of your low hanging neckline. Not only that, but Katsuki had an arm slung around your shoulder. His smile was stretched wide due in part to the alcohol in his system, but also because you were standing next to him. You were laughing at something Mina had said behind the camera, your hand tossed against the slightly unbuttoned shirt Katsuki had worn that night. Your fingers had brushed against his toned chest and he scoffed at the thought. Slowly but surely, memories of that party flooded back to Katsuki in waves.

They were mostly recounts from Kirishima and Mina, but apparently you two had made out in front of everyone that night. He swiped left again, swallowing dryly as he saw just that. Your manicured fingers were wrapped tight around his party shirt, tongues in a deadly dance of want and desperation for each other. Katsuki’s eyes grew as he noticed that the photo hadn’t cut out the part where he had been kneading your ass through that skimpy dress of yours. Immediately, Katsuki went to Mina’s dms demanding to take down the photo. And she did, thank god, but not without sending Katsuki more than ten photos of you and him making out at the party. He clenched his jaw, anger and a low desire plaguing his conscience. Glancing to the top left corner of his phone, he noted the time. 4:10pm.

He had time.

Saving the photos to his gallery, he pushed his chair away from his desk to have some fucking breathing room. His eyes flitted down to his sweats and as he expected, there was a tent forming. He groaned, wiping the sweat from his palms off on his pant leg before languidly beginning to palm himself through his clothes. His breaths quickened, chest stuttering as he looked to his phone displaying the photos of you and him. There’s a faint recollection in the back of his head of how you taste. Like cherries from your glossy lips, like vodka from the shots you took off of Denki earlier that evening, how you moaned into his mouth the night you had drunkenly kissed.

Katsuki tugged the waistband of his sweats down, allowing his previously constrained cock to breathe. It slapped against his stomach, heavy and leaking. Shit, he didn’t remember being this horny at the beginning of this. Spitting into his palm, he lubed up his dick as best as he could on short notice. His eyelids drooped as he swiped through the pictures like a filmstrip, a montage of all the best moments he had with you at that party. You grinding on his lap, you whispering dirty ideas you wanted to do with him later, you, you, you…

Katsuki squeezed his aching shaft, fisting his cock as precum dribbled down his slippery head. His face was an uncanny shade of crimson, a testament to how horny he was all for a few old pictures of the two of you. “Y/n.” He swore he barely recognized his voice from how breathless and needy it was. He continued to pump his cock, the only thoughts replaying in his mind were perverted fantasies of you bouncing on his dick hard enough to hear the slap of your ass cheeks against his abs.

Tapping the screen of his phone twice to zoom in, he admired your curves with pursed lips. Fuck, you really were gorgeous. Everything about you radiated a sinful nature he could never put his tongue on. You were tempting him, licking flames up his body with such intensity that made him shiver. He cursed, thumb drifting over his slit as he hissed. Fuck you for being as ravishing as you were that night, fuck you for making him feel so goddamn needy for your-

“Bakugou, I was about to text you but I remembered you were studying today, so I figured it would be okay if I came a bit...” your words trailed off. You blinked rapidly in an attempt to process the scene unfolding before you. Katsuki Bakugou, holding his dick in his hand, face on fire with a deep blush, his other free hand secure around his phone with- was that a picture of you from your freshman year of college? There was a beat of silence, Katsuki’s uneven breathing the only sound in the room aside from the low drawl of the ceiling fan over both of your heads. You gaped at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips upon realizing his hand hadn’t stopped moving. If anything, you saw his hand flex around his cock, further tightening his grip as you stood right in front of him.

“What the fuck-”

“What?” he beat you to the punch, his lips twitching into a devilish smile, “Don’t like what you see?” His confidence knocked the air out of you, your bewildered attitude showing true on your features. Your body feels warm, searing beneath his gaze. “Excuse me?” you squeaked out, overcome with both curiosity and a hint of lust for the ash blond.

“Are you gonna fucking help me or not?” His pride was refusing him to be flustered, not when he was this feverish for you. He needed the upper hand, he needed control over this situation. And it seemed by how you were shifting your weight from side to side, that it was happening just as he wanted. Who were you to refuse such an offer from Katsuki Bakugou?

And that’s how you ended up here, nestled between thick, muscled thighs with your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He had you spit over his dick, his entire shaft gleaming in all its glory as it stood to attention in your grasp. The flash of his camera burned your eyes as you suckled on his crown, hand continuously jerking his cock while he ravenously watched you through the screen. The guttural groan that escaped him was nothing short of music to your ears, your thighs tensing as the coils of heat continued to build and knot between your legs.

“Mm. Keep going like that, take it. All the way in now, like a good little slut,” Katsuki instructed, his voice slicing through the heavy atmosphere of desire. The words make you whimper, enveloping his sensitive head in vibrations while you lick around his slit. A large hand cupped your face, forcing you to make eye contact with the ash blond behind the camera. His black tank top truly had no confines over him, since it was tight enough to see the outlines of his pecs and ripped torso. Katsuki sure worked hard to maintain his appearance, but you knew he had the strength to back those muscles up. The thought of him completely dominating you, holding you with strong arms and pinning you down with his body made your pussy even more wet with your slick than it already was. Even from how you were on your knees, Katsuki possessed an unspoken will over you. You wanted to please him, make him feel good, make him have no good reason not to give you everything he had to offer.

You took your lips off of his head with a little ‘pop’, eyes wide and expectant as a string of drool connected your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Bakugou’s smile grew, making sure your face was completely in frame and in focus. “Dirty girl,” he hummed, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek before guiding your lips toward his twitching cock. You slowly kissed the vein on the side of it, mumbling out four words:

“Your dirty girl, daddy.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Katsuki let out a low, gravelly moan. It was as if a switch inside him had flipped. Without warning, he’s pulling you off the floor and sitting you down in his desk chair instead. He’s a bit rough, his vision clouded by the sheer want to fuck you until you were screaming his name, until his name was the only word your pretty little brain could recall. He abandoned his phone and instead had his hands drop to the armrests of his desk chair, encasing your body as he towered over you. Your skirt was immediately shucked up your waist and Katsuki’s hands went to work on your panties. He ripped them off completely, tossing them aside without a care as to where they went. He gazed down at you with fervour, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he coaxes with a grin, teeth shining. His hand slipped between your thighs, his index and middle finger tracing up and down your slit. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Your face bloomed with warmth, eyes darting away from his cocky demeanour, “Baku—”

Your body jolted as a firm smack was delivered to your sensitive pussy, a wet, lewd sound meeting your ears as he did. It made a high pitched, whiny moan be pulled out from your throat.

Fuck.

“Try again,” he ordered, tone demanding and almost condescending. His lips ghosted yours yet he never had any intention of moving close enough to seal the gap between the two of you. You whimpered, eyes meeting the dark red irises that were staring straight through you.

“‘S yours, daddy.”

“Now that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

His lips found yours, teeth tugging at your bottom lip hard enough to make the warmth in your stomach double. The liquid heat had been building ever since you walked in, and you were fairly certain that you weren’t going to last much longer.

He hooked your knees over his elbows, biceps flexing as the muscles in his arms supported your full weight. He picked you up with such ease, your arms flying around his neck as you squeal, gasping at how little effort that took him. He was a pro-hero in training, of course he had practiced lifting people up no matter their body type or size. Either way, it didn’t matter to him. He thought you looked rather angelic clinging onto him regardless. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat with his hands spreading your cheeks, grunting as he adjusted you in his arms. He slid slowly into your slick cunt inch by suffocating inch, your walls fluttering and enclosing around his throbbing cock. Katsuki’s breathing was unsteady, eyes watching your expression intently in hopes that this new position would give you as much pleasure as it was giving him. His ego was running rapant from how you were holding onto him for dear life. You were practically shaking in his grasp, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as all you could do was gape at how deep he reaches within you. You were keening, eyes hazed with lust and nails digging crescents into his shoulder blades hard enough to make him hiss.

When you finally catch your breath and adjust to his size, you give him a curt nod as an indication for him to start moving. Slowly, he lifted you up off his cock until his head kissed your entrance before allowing gravity to do most of the work. This position had his cock nudging your cervix and it made the knot in the pit of your stomach squeeze further, threatening to snap with every loud smack of his balls echoing through his dorm room. He pistoned into you like that, reaching deeper to rearrange your insides. It was like your entire body was being engulfed with pleasure and fire. He took in your face, how it scrunched in pleasure, hair sticking to your face as you mumble out how much you want to cum, how much you need to cum.

“Fuckin’ tight just for daddy, hah?” he cooed to you, “You wanna cum all over my cock like a little slut? You were watching me from the door jerking off for you. Dirty fuckin’ girl. Who’s making you feel good? Say it. Spit it out.”

“You!” you moaned, your head feeling light from the way the veins on the side of his cock rubbed your walls, “You, daddy. Please let me cum. I w- wanna cum!”

“I can’t hear you,” Katsuki rumbled, eyes steeled before you unmoving and unwilling to give you permission just yet. “Please!” you begged, “I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl, daddy! Please let me cum!” You were too engrossed in your pleasure to have any semblance of shame. Katsuki grinned. That’s what he wanted to hear. He let out a tiny ‘tch’ before uttering out, “Then cum, slut.”

Without another word, you let out a final wanton moan, gushing around him as the liquid heat finally expels from your body. Your orgasm hits you in waves, your body quivering with each new sensation as you hold Katsuki’s cock within your cunt. Your nails leave angry red marks along Katsuki’s shoulders, ultimately sending him hurtling towards his own release.

Cum dripped down his twitching cock, your chest heaving as your legs feel like jelly. Tingles shot down your spine as Katsuki pumped rope after rope of his sticky cum well enough to paint your inner walls white. He helped you ride out your high, delivering harsh bitemarks to your neck to leave a mural of hickeys claiming you as his. The smile he gives you is cocky, prideful, and arrogant. He placed you back down on his desk chair, your thighs still going through the aftershocks of your high. Reaching for his phone, he tapped the app icon for his camera. He knelt down, chuckling as your fingers slid between your legs to spread your lower lips for him. His cum seeped out past your slit, leaking down to your puckered asshole.

“There we go. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hm?”

Tiredly, you nodded.

“‘M daddy’s good girl.”

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All You Can Eat (5)

Summary: A Siren and a Vampire take the next step in their relationship.... and so does Bucky.

Pairings: Vampire!Ari Levinson x Siren!Reader, Human!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Reader (No, he won't die)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT AHEAD. double v penetration, light bisexual threesome, use of vampire compulsion and siren songs to abduct and manipulate humans, the implied murder of humans

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I wrote and edited this very loosely while on pain medication so I'm not completely sure if any of this is coherent. lol

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"James!"

Ari smirked as he watched you, seated on the bed with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out as he palmed his erection. He was once again in awe of your beauty, your lips slightly parted as you rolled your hips and fed your cunt to a very enthusiastic Bucky. The Sergeant had his hands gripping tightly on your hips and ass, making sure you were pulled as close as possible to his mouth and leaving his handprints on your skin.

"You're doing really well, James. Stick your tongue in her pussy. She likes that."

The gasp you let out was sharp as he followed the instructions, your thighs shaking and the coil inside you tightening with each curl of his tongue within your walls. He followed orders so well, you decided to reward him by bending back to stroke his cock. He groaned against your cunt and it sent a shiver through you.

“Good boy, James,” Ari said, carding his hands through the other man’s hair and pulling lightly. “Isn’t he being a good boy, sweetheart?”

“So good. Such a good boy for us.”

He whimpered at the praise and his cock twitched in your hand. You smirked down at him, his eyes peeking from between your legs and widening when you gave him a hard squeeze. His eyes narrowed at your teasing and you knew you were done for when he pulled you forward, bending you to allow him access to slip his metal fingers in your ass.

“Fuck!”

Ari was chuckling in amusement as you squirmed against Bucky’s relentless assault. He wasn’t going to let you go until you had cum in his mouth at least twice, his tongue fucking into you and curling against that special spot that had you shouting while the cold metal of his fingers stretched your ass out. He was a man on a mission, growling into your cunt as you thrashed above him until he felt your release fill his mouth.

He lapped it all up, drinking in his reward and refusing your protests to let you go until you were cumming again. He had always been so unsure with his oral skills before but ever since you introduced him to face sitting he couldn’t get enough of the feel of you dripping down his chin. The way you would squeeze his head with your thighs as you came did wonders for his confidence. You fell forward and caught yourself on the headboard, your limbs feeling like jelly and your whole body on fire from oversensitivity.

Ari decided to have mercy on you, lifting you away from Bucky who began to whimper unhappily and continue to reach for you. He silenced him with a torrid kiss, his tongue snaking out to lick the remnants of your arousal. You hummed at the delicious image as you moved to sit on Bucky’s cock, sliding your slippery folds along his shaft. He moaned into Ari’s mouth who snickered when he saw what you were up to.

“You just can’t help yourself can you, sweetheart?”

“I was feeling a little left out,” you pouted.

Ari pulled you close by the back of your neck until you could feel his hot breath on your lips, his teeth pulling on your bottom lip as he tugged on a hardened nipple. You sighed as you rolled your hips, Bucky panting in anticipation beneath you and struggling to control himself.

"We can't have that now, can we?" He lifted your hips and grasped the other man's cock, pumping it a few times before he teased your entrance with the swollen tip. "You want it, sweetheart?"

"Yes." You gasped as he drew circles, dipping the head into your heat just the tiniest bit that had your walls clenching. He pulled away to slap it against your clit, the heavy weight jolting you and making you impossibly wetter.

"You're gonna have to speak up," he chuckled. "Do you want it?"

Your mind was growing hazy, your senses completely wrapped up in Ari's sensual torture. Your lips parted to answer, but it wasn't your words that were heard.

"I want it. Please, Ari."

Your vision sharpened at the soft pleading. Looking down you and Ari practically melted at Bucky's state. His hands were fisted tightly at his sides, shaking slightly as he battled with his self-control while he waited for his next orders. A red flush was spread prettily from his chest and up his neck to his cheeks. Sweat was dotting his scrunched brow.

And his eyes.

Those beautiful blue eyes were begging, nearly crying to be granted permission. Ari smiled down affectionately at Bucky as he relented with a soft touch on his cheek. How could he say no to such a sweet boy? He lined him up with your dripping cunt and slowly lowered you down on his length, the stretch making you both moan.

"Go ahead, James," Ari said with a gentle nibble on your shoulder. "Fuck her good."

It was as if Ari had released him from invisible bindings as his hands flew to grip tightly onto your hips, his knees came up to grant him leverage as he pounded up into you. He grunted in relief at finally feeling himself wrapped in your pussy, entranced by how your tits bounced with each hard thrust.

“James!” you chanted his name over and over. “Shit, that feels so good.”

Ari groaned lowly in your ear as one of Bucky’s hands came to grip his cock. That was unexpected. You had been easing him into the idea of doing more with Ari and it was a pleasant surprise to see him take the initiative. He was jacking him off to match the pace he was thrusting and it was sending you both to new heights of pleasure.

“Ari, I need more. I need you both. Please,” you moaned, pushing your hips down to meet Bucky’s.

“You know I can’t say no to you.”

He came up behind you and pushed you forward, Bucky taking advantage and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Usually Ari would take your ass when Bucky was buried in your cunt. It had been something new to Bucky that he found he surprisingly liked, but now after he had shown some willingness to go further Ari thought they should introduce him to something else.

Ari spread your cheeks wider and spat at your pussy, further wetting where you and Bucky joined. He lined himself up and slid in right beside Bucky who stiffened at the new feeling while you yelped at how good it felt to be so completely stuffed by both of them.

The loud moan you let out as he bottomed out was echoed by Bucky who was squeezing his eyes shut at how overwhelmed he felt. Ari slid in and out slowly to get you used to having both of them and Bucky could barely handle feeling another man's cock sliding against his.

You kissed him sweetly, pecking his lips and freeing them from his bite. "Bucky, baby, are you okay? Is this okay?"

"Yeah," he choked out and you smiled.

"Does it feel good?" You rolled your hips and flicked his nipple with your tongue causing him to twitch and waver in his control.

"So good," he sighed, his lip caught once more between his teeth. "Trying not to cum."

You giggled softly, sitting up to press your back flush against Ari's chest. Bucky shuddered beneath you, the change in angle letting him hit deeper inside you. He felt like all of his skin was on fire. His breathing came in shallow pants as he watched you take them both, Ari's arms came around you to play with your breasts and push down on your hips.

"Isn't she beautiful, James?"

Bucky could only groan out his agreement. You were beautiful. So very beautiful. The most mesmerizing sight he's ever seen and he was balls deep inside you. You had him completely from the first time his eyes met the devilish twinkle in yours, but it wasn't just you. Ari was beautiful too and he could hardly believe his luck that you had both chosen him.

"Ari, more," you whined. "I need more."

You tossed your head back on his shoulder as he tugged on your earlobe with his teeth. "Greedy whore."

You could feel him smile against your neck and you sighed as he started a gradually increasing pace. Your eyes fluttered close as you felt a cold metal hand close around your neck and two cocks move inside you with surprising coordination. Bucky was soon pounding into you, groaning lowly at how tight you felt completely stuffed and this new sensation of feeling Ari alongside him.

It was almost too much.

"I need you to cum, doll," he grunted, his hips already starting to stutter. "Please, I need to feel you cum."

Ari took this as his cue to start hammering into you, one hand reaching to rub hard at your clit and making you keen.

"Fuck, yes! Right there!"

Ari roared as he felt your walls clamp down, your slick completely drenching both their thighs. You felt your release draw ever closer, the dam inside you nearly breaking. One sharp thrust from Bucky and a pinch from Ari's fingers on your clit finally broke it. You lost control of your body, falling on top of Bucky as you shook and the fireworks behind your closed lids blinded you.

They continued to rail into you, both men chasing their own finish as they felt your cunt milking their cocks until they were spilling into you. One followed the other, filling you with their seed and relishing the mess that was leaking out of you.

The three of you fell in a tangle of limbs, exhausted and thoroughly satisfied. Bucky soon fell asleep with Ari quickly following. You smiled contentedly at the scene; Bucky sandwiched between you two with his face buried in the valley of your breasts and clutching Ari's hand to his chest.

After that first night with Bucky, you and Ari were surprised that he had called you after a week of radio silence. A surprise for sure, but not an unwelcome one. If Bucky was being honest, he spent that week thoroughly warring with himself on whether he would call or not. He was certainly scared, having discovered that neither of you were human. You were both dangerous and he knew you fed on humans, his sense of self-preservation screamed at him to count his lucky stars that he didn’t turn into a literal snack that night.

But it was the best damn night he’s ever had.

The fact that neither of you compelled him made him reconsider; leaving him fully with his senses all throughout, allowing him to consent to each burning touch, and sending him off the following morning with a playful slap on the butt. You had been respectful of his vanilla experience and let him explore only what he was comfortable with trying.

And he wanted to try so much more.

It was unnatural, but he felt like he could trust you and Ari. The brief experience had opened him to a new world and he found himself craving for more. That was months ago now and Bucky had become a regular fixture in your lives since then.

You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before carefully untangling yourself, grabbing your discarded silk robe and pouring yourself a drink before making your way onto the balcony. You laid yourself down on the lounger, quickly taking a sip of your drink and wrapping yourself tighter in your robe to ward off the chill of the windy night. The smile on your face was blissful as you glanced back at your lovers who were sleeping peacefully in a sweet embrace.

You closed your eyes as you laid back, the peaceful image remaining behind. You lost track of time as you drifted off, the stillness around Ari’s isolated property lulling you. A smile broke out on your face as you felt a familiar set of lips kiss the corner of your own. You cracked an eye open and saw Ari smiling down at you. He lifted you into his arms, kissing you soundly as he laid down with you on top of him.

“Do you feel as happy as I do?” he asked, stroking the side of your face with gentle fingers.

“I do. Yes,” you said, pecking his lips lightly. "I would have every day be like this if I could."

"You could."

You giggled as you mirrored the look he had in his eyes for you. Tenderness. Adoration. Love.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he started, that roguish smile on his face growing. "Move in with me, sweetheart."

Your laughter grew as you maneuvered yourself to pull him closer to you, pressing your foreheads together. "Won't you get sick of seeing me everyday?"

"Never," he chuckled, making a show of pretending to bite your nose. "I ache whenever I have to say goodbye to you. Even if it's just to let you go back to your penthouse to get more clothes."

"That's barely an hour that I'm gone," you shook your head in amusement.

"It feels like an eternity each time."

Your heart softened at his words and you heard the truth in them. You knew it was the same for you. With Ari, immortality suddenly didn't seem so tedious.

"Will you come live with me? Will you say yes, sweetheart?"

"I will always say yes to you." You cupped his face in your hands and brushed your noses together. "I will gladly spend the rest of our endless life together here with you."

He beamed at your agreement, crushing you to him and crashing his lips to yours. He had a moment of doubt where he feared you would say no. He was sure you loved him. He was sure you wanted to be with him, but he was nervous that he might be moving too fast. Immortals are notoriously fickle afterall. He was filled with relief.

"Does that endless life include me?"

You and Ari parted to turn and see Bucky standing awkwardly by the balcony doors. You could see the sadness and indecision written all over his face. Ari stretched his arm out and beckoned for him to come. The way his face brightened as he obeyed made you smile affectionately at him.

It was a tight squeeze for the three of you on the lounger, but you were happy to be sandwiched between two men you adored. Ari kissed his forehead and the blush on his face was adorable.

"Do you want it to include you, James?"

"You're welcome to be with us however long you want," you added.

He looked down at his hands, fidgeting for a moment before he met your gaze. "What if I want eternity too?"

You and Ari shared a look of concern. You both wanted Bucky, that was certain. You were also sure that this affection you both had for him went beyond just desire. You were prepared to let him go to live his life should he decide he no longer wanted to be in this situation. You had also been oddly conscious of not exposing him unnecessarily to your more gorey nature. Neither of you had ever felt protective over a human, but it was that way with Bucky. You wanted him to be safe. You wanted him to be happy.

"Do you understand what that means, James?" Ari asked, his eyes flashing red around his iris to emphasize his point.

"I understand."

Bucky bared his neck and Ari looked at you for confirmation. You smiled and nodded to reassure him. He turned back to Bucky, his fangs and glowing eyes the last thing he saw before the searing burn of his bite completely took him over.

[mcmansionhell]

Underground, Part 1

[Author’s Note: A year ago, when waiting for the DC Metro, I came up with an idea for a short story involving two realtors and the infamous Las Vegas Underground House, typed up an outline, and shoved it away in my documents where it sat neglected until this month. The house recently resurfaced on Twitter, and combined with almost a year of quarantine, the story quickly materialized. Though I rarely write fiction, I decided I’d give it a shot as a kind of novelty McMansion Hell post. I’ve peppered the story with photos from the house to break up the walls of text. Hopefully you find it entertaining. I look forward to returning next month with the second installment of this as well as our regularly scheduled McMansion content. Happy New Year!

Warning: there’s lots of swearing in this.]

Underground

Back in 1997, Mathieu Rino, the son of two Finnish mechanical engineers who may or may not have worked intimately with the US State Department, changed his name to Jay Renault in order to sell more houses. It worked wonders.

He gets out of the car, shuts the door harder than he should. Renault wrinkles his nose. It’s a miserable Las Vegas afternoon - a sizzling, dry heat pools in ripples above the asphalt. The desert is a place that is full of interesting and diverse forms of life, but Jay’s the kind of American who sees it all as empty square-footage. He frowns at the dirt dusting up his alligator-skin loafers but then remembers that every lot, after all, has potential. Renault wipes the sweat from his leathery face, slicks back his stringy blond hair and adjusts the aviators on the bridge of his nose. The Breitling diving watch crowding his wrist looks especially big in the afternoon glare. He glances at it.

“Shit,” he says. The door on the other side of the car closes, as though in response. 

If Jay Renault is the consummate rich, out-of-touch Gen-Xer trying to sell houses to other rich, out-of-touch Gen-Xers, then Robert Little is his millennial counterpart. Both are very good at their jobs. Robert adjusts his tie in the reflection of the Porsche window, purses his lips. He’s Vegas-showman attractive, with dark hair, a decent tan, and a too-bright smile - the kind of attractive that ruins marriages but makes for an excellent divorcee. Mildly sleazy.

“Help me with these platters, will you?” Renault gestures, popping the trunk. Robert does not want to sweat too much before an open house, but he obliges anyway. They’re both wearing suits. The heat is unbearable. A spread of charcuterie in one hand, Jay double-checks his pockets for the house keys, presses the button that locks his car. 

Both men sigh, and their eyes slowly trail up to the little stucco house sitting smack dab in the center of an enormous lot, a sea of gravel punctuated by a few sickly palms. The house has the distinct appearance of being made of cardboard, ticky-tacky, a show prop. Burnt orange awnings don its narrow windows, which somehow makes it look even more fake. 

“Here we go again,” Jay mutters, fishing the keys out of his pocket. He jiggles them until the splintered plywood door opens with a croak, revealing a dark and drab interior – dusty, even though the cleaners were here yesterday. Robert kicks the door shut with his foot behind him.

 “Christ,” he swears, eyes trailing over the terrible ecru sponge paint adorning the walls. “This shit is so bleak.”

The surface-level house is mostly empty. There’s nothing for them to see or attend to there, and so the men step through a narrow hallway at the end of which is an elevator. They could take the stairs, but don’t want to risk it with the platters. After all, they were quite expensive. Renault elbows the button and the doors part. 

“Let’s just get this over with,” he says as they step inside. The fluorescent lights above them buzz something awful. A cheery metal sign welcomes them to “Tex’s Hideaway.” Beneath it is an eldritch image of a cave, foreboding. Robert’s stomach’s in knots. Ever since the company assigned him to this property, he’s been terrified of it. He tells himself that the house is, in fact, creepy, that it is completely normal for him to be ill at ease. The elevator’s ding is harsh and mechanical. They step out. Jay flips a switch and the basement is flooded with eerie light. 

It’s famous, this house - The Las Vegas Underground House. The two realtors refer to it simply as “the bunker.” Built by an eccentric millionaire at the height of Cold War hysteria, it’s six-thousand square feet of paranoid, aspirational fantasy. The first thing anyone notices is the carpet – too-green, meant to resemble grass, sprawling out lawn-like, bookmarked by fake trees, each a front for a steel beam. Nothing can grow here. It imitates life, unable to sustain it. The leaves of the ficuses seem particularly plastic.

Bistro sets scatter the ‘yard’ (if one can call it that), and there’s plenty of outdoor activities – a parquet dance floor complete with pole and disco ball, a putt putt course, an outdoor grill made to look like it’s nestled in a rock, but in reality better resembles a baked potato. The pool and hot tub, both sculpted in concrete and fiberglass mimicking a natural rock formation, are less Playboy grotto and more Fred Flintstone. It’s a very seventies idea of fun.

Then, of course, there’s the house. That fucking house. 

A house built underground in 1978 was always meant to be a mansard – the mansard roof was a historical inevitability. The only other option was International Style modernism, but the millionaire and his wife were red-blooded anti-Communists. Hence, the mansard. Robert thinks the house looks like a fast-food restaurant. Jay thinks it looks like a lawn and tennis club he once attended as a child where he took badminton lessons from a swarthy Czech man named Jan. It’s drab and squat, made more open by big floor-to-ceiling windows nestled under fresh-looking cedar shingles. There’s no weather down here to shrivel them up.

“Shall we?” Jay drawls. The two make their way into the kitchen and set the platters down on the white tile countertop. Robert leans up against the island, careful of the oversized hood looming over the electric stovetop. He eyes the white cabinets, accented with Barbie pink trim. The matching linoleum floor squeaks under his Italian loafers. 

“I don’t understand why we bother doing this,” Robert complains. “Nobody’s seriously going to buy this shit, and the company’s out a hundred bucks for party platters.”

“It’s the same every time,” Renault agrees. “The only people who show up are Instagram kids and the crazies - you know, the same kind of freaks who’d pay money to see Chernobyl.” 

“Dark tourism, they call it.”

Jay checks his watch again. Being in here makes him nervous.

“Still an hour until open house,” he mutters. “I wish we could get drunk.”

Robert exhales deeply. He also wishes he could get drunk, but still, a job’s a job.

“I guess we should check to see if everything’s good to go.”

The men head into the living room. The beamed, slanted ceiling gives it a mid-century vibe, but the staging muddles the aura. Jay remembers making the call to the staging company. “Give us your spares,” he told them, “Whatever it is you’re not gonna miss. Nobody’ll ever buy this house anyway.” 

The result is eclectic – a mix of office furniture, neo-Tuscan McMansion garb, and stuffy waiting-room lamps, all scattered atop popcorn-butter shag carpeting. Hideous, Robert thinks. Then there’s the ‘entertaining’ room, which is a particular pain in the ass to them, because the carpet was so disgusting, they had to replace it with that fake wood floor just to be able to stand being in there for more than five minutes. There’s a heady stone fireplace on one wall, the kind they don’t make anymore, a hearth. Next to it, equally hedonistic, a full bar. Through some doors, a red-painted room with a pool table and paintings of girls in fedoras on the wall. It’s all so cheap, really. Jay pulls out a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket along with a pen. He ticks some boxes and moves on.

The dining room’s the worst to Robert. Somehow the ugly floral pattern on the curtains stretches up in bloomer-like into a frilly cornice, carried through to the wallpaper and the ceiling, inescapable, suffocating. It smells like mothballs and old fabric. The whole house smells like that. 

The master bedroom’s the most normal – if anything in this house could be called normal. Mismatched art and staging furniture crowd blank walls. When someone comes into a house, Jay told Robert all those years ago, they should be able to picture themselves living in it. That’s the goal of staging. 

There’s two more bedrooms. The men go through them quickly. The first isn’t so bad – claustrophobic, but acceptable – but the saccharine pink tuille wallpaper of the second gives Renault a sympathetic toothache. The pair return to the kitchen to wait.

Both men are itching to check their phones, but there’s no point – there’s no signal in here, none whatsoever. Renault, cynical to the core, thinks about marketing the house to the anti-5G people. It’s unsettlingly quiet. The two men have no choice but to entertain themselves the old-fashioned way, through small talk.

“It’s really fucked up, when you think about it,” Renault muses.

“What is?”

“The house, Bob.”

Robert hates being called Bob. He’s told Jay that hundreds of times, and yet…

“Yeah,” Robert mutters, annoyed.

“No, really. Like, imagine. You’re rich, you founded a major multinational company marketing hairbrushes to stay-at-home moms, and what do you decide to do with your money? Move to Vegas and build a fucking bunker. Like, imagine thinking the end of the world is just around the corner, forcing your poor wife to live there for ten, fifteen years, and then dying, a paranoid old man.” Renault finds the whole thing rather poetic. 

“The Russkies really got to poor ol’ Henderson, didn’t they?” Robert snickers.

“The wife’s more tragic if you ask me,” Renault drawls. “The second that batshit old coot died, she called a guy to build a front house on top of this one, since she already owned the lot. Poor woman probably hadn’t seen sunlight in God knows how long.”

“Surely they had to get groceries.”

Jay frowns. Robert has no sense of drama, he thinks. Bad trait for a realtor.

“Still,” he murmurs. “It’s sad.”

“I would have gotten a divorce, if I were her,” the younger man says, as though it were obvious. It’s Jay’s turn to laugh.

“I’ve had three of those, and trust me, it’s not as easy as you think.”

“You’re seeing some new girl now, aren’t you?” Robert doesn’t really care, he just knows Jay likes to talk about himself, and talking fills the time.  

“Yeah. Casino girl. Twenty-six.”

“And how old are you again?”

“None of your business.”

“Did you see the renderings I emailed to you?” Robert asks briskly, not wanting to discuss Jay’s sex life any further.

“What renderings?”

“Of this house, what it could look like.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Jay has not seen the renderings.

“If it were rezoned,” Robert continues, feeling very smart, “It could be a tourist attraction - put a nice visitor’s center on the lot, make it sleek and modern. Sell trinkets. It’s a nice parcel, close to the Strip - some clever investor could make it into a Museum of Ice Cream-type thing, you know?”

“Museum of Ice Cream?”

“In New York. It’s, not, like, educational or anything. Really, it’s just a bunch of colorful rooms where kids come to take pictures of themselves.”

“Instagram,” Jay mutters. “You know, I just sold a penthouse the other week to an Instagram influencer. Takes pictures of herself on the beach to sell face cream or some shit. Eight-point-two million dollars.”

“Jesus,” Robert whistles. “Fat commission.”

“You’re telling me. My oldest daughter turns sixteen this year. She’s getting a Mazda for Christmas.”

“You ever see that show, My Super Sweet Sixteen? On MTV? Where rich kids got, like, rappers to perform at their birthday parties? Every time at the end, some guy would pull up in, like, an Escalade with a big pink bow on it and all the kids would scream.”

“Sounds stupid,” Jay says.

“It was stupid.”

It’s Robert’s turn to check his watch, a dainty gold Rolex.

“Fuck, still thirty minutes.”

“Time really does stand still in here, doesn’t it?” Jay remarks.

“We should have left the office a little later,” Robert complains. “The charcuterie is going to get –“

A deafening sound roars through the house and a violent, explosive tremor throws both men on the ground, shakes the walls and everything between them. The power’s out for a few seconds before there’s a flicker, and light fills the room again. Two backup generators, reads Jay’s description in the listing - an appeal to the prepper demographic, which trends higher in income than non-preppers. For a moment, the only things either are conscious of are the harsh flourescent lighting and the ringing in their ears. Time slows, everything seems muted and too bright. Robert rubs the side of his face, pulls back his hand and sees blood.

“Christ,” he chokes out. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” Jay breathes, looking at his hands, trying to determine if he’s got a concussion. The results are inconclusive – everything’s slow and fuzzy, but after a moment, he thinks it might just be shock.

“It sounded like a fucking 747 just nosedived on top of us.” 

“Yeah, Jesus.” Jay’s still staring at his fingers in a daze. “You okay?”

“I think so,” Robert grumbles. Jay gives him a cursory examination.

“Nothing that needs stitches,” he reports bluntly. Robert’s relieved. His face sells a lot of houses to a lot of lonely women and a few lonely men. There’s a muffled whine, which the two men soon recognize as a throng of sirens. Both of them try to calm the panic rising in their chests, to no avail.

“Whatever the fuck happened,” Jay says, trying to make light of the situation, “At least we’re in here. The bunker.”

Fear forms in the whites of Robert’s eyes.

“What if we’re stuck in here,” he whispers, afraid to speak such a thing into the world. The fear spreads to his companion.

“Try the elevator,” Jay urges, and Robert gets up, wobbles a little as his head sorts itself out, and leaves. A moment later, Jay hears him swear a blue streak, and from the kitchen window, sees him standing before the closed metal doors, staring at his feet. His pulse racing, Renault jogs out to see for himself.

“It’s dead,” Robert murmurs. 

“Whatever happened,” Jay says cautiously, rubbing the back of his still-sore neck, “It must have been pretty bad. Like, I don’t think we should go up yet. Besides, surely the office knows we’re still down here.”

“Right, right,” the younger man breathes, trying to reassure himself.

“Let’s just wait it out. I’m sure everything’s fine.” The way Jay says it does not make Robert feel any better. 

“Okay,” the younger man grumbles. “I’m getting a fucking drink, though.”

“Yeah, Jesus. That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.” Renault shoves his hands in his suit pocket to keep them from trembling.  

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[shotofire]

Butler

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Overview: Levi is a butler for your family, and you can’t help but fancy him

Warnings: Cursing, pushy parents, angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (legal of course), that filthy talk (mild), hair pulling, slight choking

Requested by @heyyharuhi (thank you for this request, as soon as i read the idea i started on it)

Okay, i’m going to admit.... i’m too lazy to proof read this. Work is kicking my ass and i just want to sleep. hopefully i didn’t fuck up too bad. I tend to type faster than my mind is thinking... so i apologize in advance for the typos. enjoy :)

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The room is hot, almost enough to make ones skin feel as if it’s on fire. Maybe that had to do with the anger everyone at the dinner table is feeling. The scrunching face of your father and mother as the look of disbelief is spread across their features. Not to mention how silent it is, so uncomfortably silent. The sound of your fork scraping across the table is all that can be heard.

Your father takes in a deep breath, eyes closing in utter frustration. “Tell me again why you don’t like this boy? He’s taken you out to dinner several times now, and has been very kind to our family,” you can only roll your eyes at your fathers words. All they care about is setting you up with a wealthy stuck up man, not someone who will bring happiness. “And every time he flirted with the waitress,” you snap, “also, he has horrible manners.”

It’s sad the situation you’re in, really. This has been going in the family for years, the children not getting to choose who they marry. Of course they could’ve rejected and rejected until their parents gave up, but no one has been able to push through. Your mother is a perfect example with having to marry your father. A stuck up man who you’ve never even seen smile at your mother, it’s saddening. “The man has money, lots of it, and you know how much we’re struggling right now,” your mother says with the same look of disbelief.

The double doors to the dining room swing open, making the conversation come to a pause. There he stood, your butler, with a tray of freshly poured drinks. He has the same expressionless look as always as he strides over to the table setting each cup down. As his body stands close to yours, you can’t help but take in how good he smells. Yes it may come off as creepy, but you’d never encountered a man who smelled so fresh. Like a flower garden.

“Thank you, Levi,” you say with a small smile. Your parents never thank him or even acknowledge him and it pisses you off. The man must be in a horrible situation financially if he’s willing to put up with your parents. They always complain about money yet have maids, chefs, and butlers. As if they can’t do anything for themselves. Levi nods at you with a small smirk in reply before exciting the room.

The rest of dinner goes in, filled with arguments and insults. Just a regular night in this family. It’s frustrating, really, how your parents only care about money. They don’t even care for you, or even themselves. All the two want is to appear rich to everyone else. It’s all about image, that’s it. Why care about those things when you can have love and happiness? That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Since you were a teen, your parents have been shoving stuck up boy after stuck up boy in your direction. Each one has bragged about their live’s, and how women love them. None have even bothered to ask you a personal question. To get to know you in anyway. Each one saw women as a pretty thing to wear on their arms for public gatherings. And any other time you’d just be seen as another maid to them, it’s the sad truth.

Women are pushed around by men, especially in this life style. All that matters is money and looks. Love won’t get your name respected by others, that’s the power of money. The people you call your parents have never been affectionate towards one another, not that you’ve ever witnessed. It’s not wonder they only ended up having one child. Usually by this age, in your family at least, people are married. Some even have a kid of their own on the way. But you just keep rebelling until they give up, that’s what you’re hoping for.

It’s late now and the hallways are dimly lit, not a sound to be heard. At times like this your mind wanders. Thinking about Levi, which isn’t a good idea. Sure he’s really good looking, but there’s no way he could be interested. When he’d first started coming around, a few months ago, you immediately wanted to get closer to him. Then you learned of his age which was something you definitely weren’t expecting. The man looked around the same age as you.

The sound of a faint hum can be heard from down the hall. It sounds like it’s coming from the living area. As you round the corner you see him standing there. Levi sat on the couch with a book perched in his hands, the lamp lit up next to him. His eyes move to your frame and jumps at your presence. The maids and butlers have their own area of the home to stay in during the night, which is really shitty may you add. He shouldn’t be here during this time. If your parents were to see him there they’d throw a fit.

Before he could react you’re walking towards him, sitting next to him on the red sofa. “What are you reading?” Levi is at a loss for words, really, this has his heart racing. Yet he manages to choke out, “Just some cheap poetry book.” The two of you had only talked a handful of times, and it was never real conversation. The man has always found you beautiful and can’t believe you haven’t gotten married yet. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You ask and he lets out a small laugh, “Couldn’t you ask yourself that?”

Levi feels his chest tighten as you move closer to him, looking at the pages of his book. This whole things was off to him. The man had never seen you in anything but a dress, yet here you were in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He always imagined you to sleep in some sort of fancy silk nightgown. And yes, he thinks about what you wear to bed. He has scolded himself for where his mind has gone to thinking about you, but he can’t help himself. You’ve always been so kind to him.

“You should let me borrow this book sometime,” you say with a small smile. You’re inches away from his face now, eyes peering into one another’s. “Of course,” he gulps. The room fell silent. He isn’t sure if he is reading this moment correctly. One thing he is sure of is he’s definitely not the type of man you need to get caught up with. As this thought crosses his mind he’s quick to stand up off the sofa. “It’s getting late, I should get to bed.” Before you can say a word, he’s walking out of the room.

Complete and utter failure. That was your chance to get closer to him and you ended up scaring him off. Did you come across too forward? Sure you’d gotten rather close to him but you didn’t that that was too far. Was it? You let out a loud huff before falling face first into a pillow, groaning into it.

You were just a young girl who couldn’t decide her future, what could you possibly offer him? He’s older and has his shit figured out, it seems like it at least. As you mentally scold yourself for embarrassing yourself, Levi is in his room doing the same exact thing. He has found you breathtaking from day one and constantly wanted to get to know you. Then the moment you two are alone he panicked.

The man is grown, almost forty, and has been with countless women. Not to brag, he’s just never been one for settling. Then here comes a girl, younger and less experienced than him yet he’s the one choking up. Maybe it was the thought of your parents finding out that got the best of him. They may actually die of shock if they knew you even talked to him in the way you did, in your sweet voice. Or worse, they’d kill Levi themselves.

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The next day rolls around, then the next, and so on. It seems like Levi is avoiding you to the furthest extent that he can and it’s really pissing you off. You don’t think he’s required to like you, but you’re still kind to him. You still try and brighten his day with a smile or a simple, “how are you?” Yet he won’t even stick around long enough for you to ask. Did you make him that uncomfortable? You’d rather hear him reject you then have this awkwardness floating in the air.

Knowing that you could’ve possibly made him feel uncomfortable really started to eat at your conscious. For awhile you stopped wandering the halls at night searching for him. Most of the times, after the first encounter, he’d hurry off at the first sight of you. Even through all of this your desire for him only seems to grow more intense.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

You lay in your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Levi is the only thing on your mind. It’s hard to not wonder what he’s doing on late nights like this. On a Sunday, your parents off doing business in town. No one here to boss him or the other workers around.Maybe he got scared off thinking of your parents catching you two so close that night, of course that’s something you keep telling yourself.

Being stuck in your home not allowed anywhere always eats away at you. Being here wasn’t something you enjoyed any day, but actually being told you can’t leave makes you feel crazy. When your parents are away they think the maids and butlers are going to pocket the entire house and run off. But you know each staff member well enough to come to the conclusion that they’d never do such a thing. If only your parents would listen to you when saying this, maybe you wouldn’t be trapped in here.

When they’re off doing business or whatnot, the staff takes that as their full opportunity to get some good sleep. Just be able to relax. Your parents always have them on the go it seems, until the sun goes down. Sometimes, most of the time, even later than that. They’ll see a book out of place and call for a maid instead of doing it themselves.

The staff has always been fond of you from the beginning. Some of the older maids watched you as a little girl. You’d always beg them to help clean or just be around them. As you grew older, you stopped asking to help and went ahead and did it anyway. If you notice they happen to miss something, which is rare, you’ll grab a duster or a broom and finish the job. It breaks your heart when your parents treat them to harshly.

That’s one of the many reasons Levi is so fond of you. Even after being raised by such pigs you still managed to be your own person. To be kind. He’d worked for other wealthy families in the past and usually every member was horrid, and treated him like dirt. Then he came here and met you, a sweet girl who loves to help.

Levi remembers when he was first joined the staff at your home. It was very hectic. He didn’t expect your parents to need such assistance. Usually families would try and do some things for themselves, but no. It seems your parents need their hands held constantly like children. It was a lot to handle at once, but you made it easier for him.

You helped him set appointments, organize, or any other unpredictable needs. He didn’t talk much, but he still made it very apparent that he appreciated all of your help. Moments like those were when you would look at him and just be in awe of his beauty. To you he was like a prince. So charming and kind, his looks are just a bonus.

You find yourself rising to your feet and leaving your room. The sun has already set and the stars are lighting up the sky. Your home is quiet now, somewhat peaceful without your parents. Without thinking, you’re in the hall walking through the darkness. Your fingers trace along the wall as your toes gently push into the carpet. You’d hate to wake anyone up this late.

As if your body knows something before you do, your stomach begins to have slight butterflies before rounding the corner into the living area. Would Levi even be up this late? it’s much later than the times he’s usually out here reading. As you turn the corner your eyes land on him and you take a silent breath, that you can’t help but hold onto for a second longer.

On the sofa sits Levi. His hair is clutched between a few of his fingers as his eyes squint at the book he’s reading, almost frustrated it seems. Instead of saying anything and scaring him off you swiftly walk to him and sit yourself down. He lets out a small, ‘ah’ at your presence, not expecting you, and you can’t help but let out a small giggle at his reaction.

“What? Not happy to see me?” The sweet smile on your face makes a blush rise to his cheeks. Of course he’s happy to see you, even if he can be complicated sometimes. “Uh, no. Not that, just didn’t expect you up so late.” That’s truly what it is. He came out here with a full expectation that you, and everyone else, would be fast asleep. “I guess we’re both night people, huh?” You shove at him lightly with your arm and he smirks.

There’s a silence that falls over you two, but it’s not uncomfortable. You can’t help but move a bit closer to him, the situation feeling all too familiar. This time Levi isn’t tensing up, or moving away. If anything, you’re pretty sure he moves closer to you ass well. “What are you reading this time?” Your sweet voice makes him shiver.

His eyes scan over your features, sticking to your lips for a little too long. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Just some romance novel I picked up, it’s sorta frustrating to read.” “How so?” Your eyes sparkle in interest. Your bodies are so close, just the side of your leg pressed up against his has his heart racing. That and the fact you look beautiful right now.

“They both like each other and won’t act upon it, and it just keeps getting drawn out. All it is is boring conversation and hearing their thoughts. They should just kiss already.” He watches as your face moves closer to his, lip sinking into your bottom lip. “I think they should just kiss already, too.”

That’s all it takes for Levi to close the gap in-between you two. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, while his hands have already started grabbing at your waist. His touch sends electricity through you. You’d only been with a few men, and Levi was already making you feel a knot in your stomach that you’d never felt before. It was a good feeling.

A feeling of excitement.

One of his, rather big, hands trail up your spine causing you to shiver at his touch. The hand goes all the way up until it reaches the base of your neck, tangling in your hair. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into the bruising kiss as his fingers tug at your locks. He smirks, and you feel it. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt right to your heat.

Levi pulls back to examine your face, rosy cheeks and eyes half open. “Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he cursed before diving back in. This time his lips are attack your neck, nibbling and licking as you let out high pitched sighs.

This is all happening so fast, but you love it. There is so much built up tension between the two of you and it’s all coming out. You can’t stop yourself from tugging at his shirt, a whine falls from your lips. There’s no telling how many times you’ve dreamed of seeing this man without a shirt on. He follows your complies and pulls the shirt over his head, exposing the pure glory beneath. Yes, glory.

You stare for a good moment. He’s so fit, more than you imagined. “Like what you see?” He teases with a cocky smile. “More than like, I could look at you all day.” The blush that spreads across his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He looks into your eyes and his hands snake under your shirt, slightly pushing you backwards until your back meets the sofa. He’s above you now, with a shit-eating grin.

When his fingers make contact with your chest he can’t help but bite his lip. You don’t have a bra on. “Do you want me as much as I want you?” You’re about to answer his question, but his fingers brush against your nipples. The action makes you let out a soft gasp at the feeling. “What was that?” He asks with that same cocky smirk, “Use your words princess.”

The pet name just sends you for another loop. “Yes,” you manage to get out, “I want you.” He presses his lips to yours, then your neck again, before discarding of your shirt. His soft lips trace down you stomach with light feathery kisses, making your breathing become uneven. His fingers loop in the waist ban of your shorts before pulling them down your legs, tossing them in some random direction.

Everything happening has your head spinning. In the best way possible, of course. His mouth is hovering about your clothes core now, it’s enough to drive you mad. Your excitement is visible on your underwear. “So wet,” he coos, his breath fanning against you. He takes off the last item on your body, leaving you bare.

For a second you want to close your legs when the shyness kicks in, but Levi acts quick. His lips attack to your clit in an instant, and your fingers fly to his hair. Tangling and pushing him closer into you. His mouth is like magic. “Fuck-“ you cut yourself off with a moan. His tongue moves up and down your slit, circling your clit. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.

His finger comes up to circle your entrance before pushing its way in. The way he’s working with his mouth and fingers had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-“ right before you finish he completed stops his actions. Of course he just had to be a little shit.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he says with a smile. Just his words alone have your stomach turning. He lines himself up with you before pushing forward slowly. You hiss at the pain, never ever have you been with someone this big. He halts his actions at the sound you make, but you’re quick to beg for me. “No, keep going, please don’t stop!”

He slams into you and you hold back a scream. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as his hips start to slam into yours. “How does that feel princess?” Him and that damn pet name again. “So, So good,” you manage to get out. Unexpectedly, his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pressing lightly. Your eyes just about light up when he brushes against that spot.

He must of saw the sparkle in your eyes, so he does the same movement. Over, over, and over again. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone around him, shaking and vision blurring. His movements continue until he’s coming inside of you, deep grunts escaping his mouth. The only sound is heavy breathing as Levi lays on top of your chest.

“Do you want to go to my room and cuddle?”

Levi looks at you with a childish grin. “of course.”



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A little early for that w/ Todoroki, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: hii can i req a hc of todo, shinsou, and bakugou seeing y/n taking care of eri then they’ll be like “i want a baby with you” :D - anonymous

Don’t get me started on the latest BNHA chapter. I just don’t want to talk about it. I’ll try to make a double upload today so maybe expect a song fic after this one Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff

Todoroki Shoto 

-It was during Eri’s visit during christmas that it hit Todo. 

-You were dressed in a Santa costume just like everyone else with Eri gripping your hand as you took her around the room explaining all about Christmas celebrations. 

-It was a very mundane moment if you think about it. 

-You were being kind and caring to a child who had suffered immensely at the hands of Overhaul and you wanted to show her what the holiday was all about. 

-Now that he thinks of it, it shouldn’t have struck him like it did. 

-His chest became warm and fuzzy, his cheeks heating up a bit as he stared at you and Eri. 

-Then you kneeled down and brought Eri into a hug, raising her into the air so she could place an ornament on the class’s tree and it was game over for him. 

-He prides himself in being a rather collected person but at that moment he lost all sense of control over his emotions. 

-His mouth hung open and his chest started to squeeze, knocking the breath out of him. 

-He couldn’t help the thoughts of the both of  you owning a house somewhere not very far from Tokyo, waking up to you every morning , making breakfast with you and enjoying all the moments you shared. 

-Then other images flooded his mind. 

-Sitting in the living room as you steadied your toddler, a perfect mix of the two of you, helping them waddle towards him. 

-Him helping them place the ornament at the very top of your Christmas tree every time you decorated.

-He could see your smile so vividly he almost thought it was real. 

-It was a ridiculous thought for a 16 year old to have and he knew it but in that moment he let himself imagine it. 

-Before he knew it you were standing next to him, Eri running off to Aizawa excited to share what she just learned about christmas,  arms crossed over your chest as you let out a happy sigh. 

- “My santa work is done for the day.”

- “You would make a great mom” 

- *pikachu meme*

-He sensed your confusion *and so did your dead ancestors*

- “I want to be next to you when that happens.” 

-Girl you got whiplash from this whole conversation. 

-You couldn’t decide if you were soft and giddy since he basically said that he wants to start a family with you or if you were terrified because he said he wants to start A FAMILY WITH YOU WHEN YOU’RE BARELY 16. 

-In his defense he didn’t say he wanted to start now. 

-So you kinda calmed down. 

- “I-um thank you Sho. I think you would make a great father too.”

-Blushy blushy baby after that one. 

-Some denial sprinkled on top because trauma but blushy blushy boy. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Okay now third year Shinsou is a stressed Shinsou. 

-A third year you is a stressed you. 

-And a field day with your now ten year old somewhat trauma free adopted by your homeroom teacher child was what you both needed. 

-Shinsou is like a big brother to Eri at this point. 

-He has babysat her one too many times to not be considered at least a stable figure in her life. 

-You had decided to take a stroll in the park, the autumn air and all the pretty leaves making it a sight to behold. 

-Plus it had a pond with ducks. 

-And you love ducks. 

-Shinsou had brought some bread crumbs so you could feed them and that’s what you were doing when it hit him. 

-That weird domesticity. 

-You were crouched down on Eri’s height, one arm wrapped securely around her small waist so she wouldn’t fall into the pond and the other was outstretched with a piece of bread, motioning to the ducks to approach you. 

-It was a nice scene, picture perfect if you asked him and it did something to his heart strings. 

-Just like Todo he imagined walking home with you after a tiring day at your agency, your hands intertwined, matching golden bands circling your ring fingers. 

-He imagined a little Y/N being next to you and not Eri. 

-Vibrant purple hair sticking out at every which direction as they would throw bread at the ducks maybe even calling him over when one got too close. 

-He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed you standing in front of him, waving your hand over his eyes so you could get his attention. 

- “Earth to Toshi!” 

-You giggled when he shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at your smiling features. 

- “Eri is hungry-” “You are hungry Y/N-chan!!!” “- and she wanted to go get some good old onigiri from that new shop that opened down the street.” “Lies…”

-You side-eyed the little girl who outed you, her own eyes staring right back in accusation as you let out a sigh saying under your breath “I’m hungry”

-He couldn’t control his laughter as it bubbled from his lips, ruffling Eri’s hair while giving you a kiss on the lips as he circled his arm around your waist and took Eri’s with his other one. 

- “Can’t say no to my girls now, can I?” 

-It was later that night when he voiced his thoughts. 

-You were asleep in his dorm, laying basically on him with your head tucked in his neck as you breathed evenly. 

- “It’s a little early to think of kids but I can’t wait to have one with you.” 

-And with that he fell asleep his dreams being filled with images of you.

Bakugou Katsuki 

-You managed to get him to say that???

-Mister tough as balls?

-Mister imma roundhouse kick you if you look at me with affection in your eyes?

-Someone get this girl a medal. 

-But in all seriousness it was a very motherly move. 

-You were in your second year, the events of the war with the villains still haunting all of you so everyone was keeping an eye on their loved ones and their classmates. 

-Bakugou was no exception .

-Seeing people getting hurt severely, seeing himself so defeated and hurt during those battles had rattled him and he would always linger close to you, a slight paranoia having taken his place in his heart the past few months. 

-You understood why he did it, why he hovered next to you most of the time and if you were being honest it didn’t really bother you * except from that one time you went to the bathroom and he called you three times in a row bc he couldn’t see you and panicked*

-Eri was running around with Kaminari and Sero, the three of them playing tag with the one brain cell they all shared at the moment. 

-Suddenly, Eri tripped and fell, scraping her knee on the pavement, small tears forming in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. 

-In a flash you were next to her, a hand massaging her knee around the area of the wound while the other one was cupping her cheek, your thumb making small circles on the girl’s cheekbones. 

- “It’s just a scratch. See? It’s not that bad.”

-Bakugou was just staring at the scene unfolding in front of him, his immediate thoughts being that you looked so motherly in that moment. 

-The concern and the reassurance reminded him of his mother when she would calm him down after he got hurt, before she became a pain in the ass *as he likes to say*.

-Without him even realizing it he made a mental image of your shared family. 

-A house in the outskirts, with a yard, maybe a dog running around. 

-But most importantly a little demon that looked like you, climbing onto your shared bed on his day off, nestling in between you two as it went back asleep.

-You making breakfast while having them in your arms. 

-He really wished he could see that now. 

-But he’s a little young and you wouldn’t really like having a baby before finishing high school sooo he kinda buried it. 

-He told you about it when you both were in his dorm getting ready for a movie night. 

-It was a more aggressive approach but you got the point of his little rant. 

- “I want to spend my life with you too Katsu.” 

- “SHUT UP SHITTY WOMAN!”

- “OI!”

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One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 2

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Summary: Toshinori's anxiety over your absence quickly gave way to anger as he tired of your attitude. His own version of a punishment was in order.

Length: 6.7k

Warnings: non-con spanking, yandere themes, bathing, non-con, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, size kink.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect. 

Toshinori and Hizashi were pacing the kitchen, phones in hand as they tried to get Shouta to respond. You had been missing for upwards of six hours now and the pros were on the verge of losing it. Their sleepy counterpart had stated he wouldn't need the two blonds help, but try as they might they couldn't help the anxiety clawing away at their minds.

"Fuck Toshi what if she got hurt? I know she's capable 'n all but the woods! There's god knows what out there!" The smaller blond was vibrating he was so wound up, the mental image of bugs crawling all over you and coyotes tearing you to pieces sending him into a panic.

All Might's anxieties were a bit more practical, imagining you finding your way to the road and trying to hitch hike away from them. What if a villain found you and hurt you? Nowhere was safer than home with them.

"Shouta is fully capable of finding her, any minute now and he'll give me a call..." The words were meant to bring Hizashi comfort, but he was struggling to convince himself as well. His phone was clutched in his large hand, its silence on the verge of killing him.

When it finally rang he almost threw it across the room as he fumbled it. Slamming the answer button he brought the phone to his ear.

"Where is she, is she hurt, is she alright?"

"Calm down she's fine. Dirty and upset, but otherwise relatively unharmed."

Hizashi bounded over, ears perked so he could listen in on the conversation. His perfectly aligned teeth worried his bottom lip at his husbands word choice of relatively. So he was a bit rough on recovery.

"I'll send you our coordinates, she managed to get pretty far into the endless forest. Good thing that contact of yours set up this quirk or else she would have reached the main road hours ago."

Toshinori heard your disgruntled yelling in the background at Shouta's newest revelation before the line went dead. His phone pinged and he made a mental note of where the two of you were. Taking a deep breath he puffed up his chest, taking on his more muscular appearance before running out the front door.

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An endless forest. Go figures. From what you could tell the further you wandered into the woods the deeper they actually became. You weren't exactly sure how they got in and out the house around the quirk, but the path you took was clearly not it.

You were currently sitting on the ground, back to Shouta as you simmered. Now that he was no longer plastered on top of you your anger was rekindled. You could feel his eyes burning holes into you, but you were far too pissed off to acknowledge him. It was a good thing he seemed to know when to leave you be, not bothering with conversation after fucking you into the forest floor.

The only thing he'd done since violating you was get his capture weapon, dragging you along so he didn't lose sight of you again.

Your head was still pounding from when you had hit the ground earlier. Combining that with how filthy you were and Shouta's cooling cum on your inner thighs, and you feel like absolute shit.

The sound of a loud thud behind you caused you to flinch. You didn't have it in you to turn around and face the number one hero right now, not sure if you would be able to handle whatever expression was on his face.

"Oh goodness, Shouta she's a mess what did you do?"

The dark haired man simply huffed in response, eyes rolling at the number ones concern.

"Just get us home, she needs a bath."

You hated when they talked about you like you weren't there, as if you were just some pet or child instead of your own autonomous person.

All Mights heavy footsteps approached you, stopping just shy of touching you. When you made no move to acknowledge his presence he sighed deeply, tutting at your behavior, before scooping you up bridal style. You closed your eyes to avoid looking at him, turning away from his broad chest.

"Shouta you can just grip around my neck from behind, it will only take a couple minutes to get back."

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes at his words. He had covered what took you six hours in mere minutes.

As soon as Eraserhead had confirmed himself secure All Might took off. Wind rushed passed you as he soared high above the canopy. You peeked your eyes open, trying desperately to see where the forest ended, but much to your dismay the nearest city looked to be hundreds of miles away, and any possible roads were obscured by trees.

"Take a good look Y/N," Toshinori murmured to you, voice rumbling against your ear. He didn't need to say more, you understood him loud and clear. Escape won't be possible, even if you get out you can't outrun me, and even if you hide it's only a matter of time before we find you. Your tears of frustration fell more freely now. Way to rub salt in the wound.

When you landed a minute or so later Shouta wasted no time in dropping off the giant while Toshinori quickly brought you inside. Hizashi greeted you at the front door, a strange mixture of relief, anger and disappointment swirling in his emerald eyes.

"Oh no baby look at yah. I got the water runnin' in the master bath in your room Toshi come on lets get her clean." Toshinori followed Hizashi upstairs, refusing to put you down. You all trailed through his bedroom, simplistic design leaving the space void of personality, until you ended up in his bathroom. The room was large, to accommodate the size of its owner, with white marble tiles on the floor, accompanied by white walls and white appliances, giving the room a sterile feeling.

"Hizashi, Shouta, I'll take care of her for now." You had expected a bit of protest from Hizashi but he merely walked out with a sad nod.

"Take it easy on her okay, it's partially my fault she got out..." Shouta mumbled, following his husband out of the bathroom. The door closed with a soft click and for the first time since coming into this house you found yourself alone with All Might. He was normally so busy you barely ever saw him, but now here he was, gently lowering you to the floor.

He stepped away from you, running his hand under the large free standing tubs faucet to test the water temperature. Hizashi had left everything he'd need to clean you up, towel and spare clothes included.

"Go ahead and strip." His voice was colder than normal, an edge to it that filled you with unease. Turning to finally look at him you sucked in your breath. His eyes were fixated on you, searing you with a look that was equal parts disappointment and wounded. He was still in his muscular form, kneeling impatiently beside the bath.

Heat rushed to your face as you slowly began to peel off your filthy clothes, until you were standing in front of him in your bra and underwear. He quirked an eyebrow at you as his frowned deepened.

"All of it." Anger and fear mixed dangerously in your mind as you glared at him.

"I can clean myself."

"I don't recall asking if you could. Strip, now."

When you made no move to comply he threw his head back in exasperation, heaving a large sigh before standing to his full height.

"I have had enough of your behavior young lady. I understand your frustration with us, but we're doing this for your own good. Would you really rather waste away in prison?"

"I'd rather you assholes just kill me already or something, this whole playing pet thing is really starting to piss me off!" His face dropped, teeth grinding against one another as his mind processed what you said. You had no idea how villains got the nerve to fight him, right now it was taking everything inside you to not back down and apologize.

"Kill you? Are you serious right now!" He stomped up to you, frame looming over you threateningly as his eyes blazed with fury.

Swallowing hard you steeled your nerves, you had nothing left to lose so might as well give him a piece of your mind.

"I was perfectly fine before you fuckers brought me here! I don't need you! The fact that you had to prevent me from using my quirk is proof enough that I don't need you! Sure I might not have had much, but it was mine! My life to own and do whatever the hell I wanted with, not yours to take!"

"The moment you decided killing people was the only way to solve your problems was the moment you lost the rights to your life. As heroes in this world, and enforcers of justice, you are sentenced to our care. Now stop arguing with me and strip."

Puffing out your chest you narrowed your tear stained eyes and fixed him with the nastiest look you could muster. "Fuck. You."

In that moment you saw something inside him snap. Mouth pulled tight in a terrifying scowl, he had you maneuvered faster than you could comprehend. One moment you had been standing in front of him, the next you were strewn over his lap, facing the floor.

You yelled out in anger, clawing at his calves through his cargo pants. You knew what would be coming next, but your brain didn't want to slow down to think about how humiliating it was about to be.

"If you want to act like a child then you'll be punished like one. Count. One for every hour you were gone. Be grateful it's not more."

"Let go of me you fucking assho- aH!"

His large hand made contact with your clothed ass, the slap muffled by the sound of running water.

"Count."

You bit down on your bottom lip hard, tears leaving trails as they washed the dirt down your face. You waited with bated breath, the stinging on your ass for now was bearable enough.

"Y/N, you will count on this next one or I will double your punishment. I'm done playing games with you."

You tensed on the expanse of his massive thighs. You didn't want to count, didn't want to give in, but deep down you knew you'd never win.

His hand came down again with another resounding smack right on top of the first hit. You let out a sob from the impact, choking out a soft "one" as your self preservation instincts kicked your ego to the curb.

"Good, only five more to go."

Your head hung in shame as you waited for your punishment to end, jolting and squeaking out numbers every time he made contact with your burning flesh. To his credit he applied the same level of force with each hit, but every time he made contact the intensity of your burn increased until finally you cried out a broken "six".

You felt so pathetic, strewn across All Mights lap. You used to be so independent, never did you imagine this would be your fate. What happened to your self confidence? The fire inside of you that pushed you to rid the world of villains felt smoldered. Doused by the degrading nature of your stay with the three pro heroes.

It made you want to curl up in a ball and cry until your head pounded from exhaustion. Today was simply getting to be too much for you to mentally handle. From your failed escape attempt, your pathetic attempt at self defense against Shouta, learning running was a pointless waste of your time, to now getting a spanking like a fucking child from All Might himself. The list of losses just kept adding up, and none of them were in your favor.

You were openly sobbing, and the fact that you were crying was pissing you off even more, making for a horrible cycle where you simply cried harder. Toshinori gently moved you around in his hold until he had you clutched to his chest, gently shushing you as you clung to him. Despite how wrong it was you found comfort in Toshinori as he rubbed soft circles into your back, grasping small handfuls of his t-shirt as you stained the white fabric with tears and dirt.

"Everything is going to be okay, I know you've had a bad day and being locked up isn't easy for you. Just give it some time Y/N and you'll see that things here aren't so bad with us. We're here for you, and we're never going to tire of you, even with that stubborn attitude of yours."

Toshinori waited patiently for your sobbing to turn into soft hiccups before peeling you off of him. He removed what little clothes you had left and then lowered you into the tub. The drain was unplugged since you were still filthy, and sitting you in a full tub of water would murky up the clean bath.

Grabbing a large cup Toshinori filled it and poured water over your naked body. You watched with unfocused and puffy eyes as the proof of your failed escape attempt swirled down the drain. Only when the water finally ran clear did Toshinori put the plug in. The lulling warmth progressively crept higher up your body, your head bobbing as you grew sleepy. Toshinori turned the water off once the water had reached your chest, leaving it a good bit from the lip of the tub.

You heard the rustling of clothes but paid the source no mind. You didn't so much as react when the now naked hero stepped into the bath, shimmying down until you were surrounded by him. The water level rose drastically with the addition of the 560 pound man. His thick thighs were splayed on either side of you, solid abdominal muscles pressed into your back.

You heard the pop of a bottle before two large hands gently began to lather your skin in body wash.

"I'm not sure how you like your hair cleaned princess. Whenever women find out I use two in one shampoo they give me a look like I kicked a puppy so I'll just leave that to you for another time." He chuckled softly as he spoke, massaging the tightness out of your shoulders before moving down to your arms.

He spoke so casually, as if all his anger from earlier evaporated with the ending of your punishment. You found yourself grateful that he moved on so quickly instead of lingering on your emotional degradation.

You felt his cock stir a bit as he came back to your chest, cupping them and working the soap onto your skin with more attention than he'd shown your shoulders. You stiffened a bit, but since he made no further move to grind himself against you, you remained in his hold.

"I'm sorry for being rough with you, I'd much rather do something relaxing like this than bring you pain." He pulled you until your head was laying on the expanse of his chest, the deep pounding of his heart mingling with the ringing in your ears. It was almost relaxing, minus the growing erection pressed against your lower back.

Reluctantly his hands left your breast, moving further down your body. He rubbed the soft expanse of your stomach, humming happily at your lack of resistance to him. Only when his hands drifted further did you begin to stir a bit.

"Now young lady I need to make sure all of you is cleaned up okay? You're behaving yourself so well I'd really hate to ruin the moment."

"No, no. Please. Just this one thing.."

His hands paused. He hated how broken you sounded right now. Pulling back he raised his arms outside the tub and rested them along the edges. You relaxed a bit as he retreated.

"Alright Y/N, do you need any soap?"

Sighing softly in relief, you were glad that he was willing to give you this. It almost made you feel human again.

"Nah, it's not healthy to use soap down there."

Toshinori merely hummed in acknowledgement, sliding further into the bath and pushing you along with him as he got comfortable.

You cleaned your core gently, it was still a bit sore from what Shouta had done earlier to you. Only once you deemed yourself spotless did you get soap to lather on the parts of you Toshinori had not gotten to. Speaking of, his breathing had gotten a lot deeper. You peaked back at him noticing his head uncomfortably resting against the tub as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Peering down his naked body you couldn't help but gasp softly as you took note of the large injury covering part of his abdomen. You turned towards him, sending ripples through the water as you cautiously brought your hand to the deep scar. You knew that All Might had been injured enough to force him into a smaller form, but seeing the injury first hand was something else entirely. Who on earth had been able to hurt this titan of a man?

You hadn't realized Toshinori had woken up until his large hand gently covered your own. Meeting his soft gaze you were taken aback by his sad smile.

"The man who did this to me, some say it would be best if I just killed him already. But that's not what heroes do, that's not what Nana would do."

Taking hold of your body Toshinori moved you until he had you straddling the smallest part of his waist. Since you were both completely naked you kept your eyes trained on his injury, heat rushing to your cheeks at the intimacy of the position. His hands rose from the water, gently cupping your face and drawing your gaze to his own.

"When I look at you sometimes I can see her. Your strong will, your intelligence, how beautiful you are... but you're not the same person. Not in a bad way, no you are unique. Your own individual, and someone who I've come to love, even if you don't feel the same way."

His blue orbs were hypnotizing, almost as if he believed if he tried hard enough your own glassy orbs would mirror his loving gaze, or perhaps he'd see it hidden in the depths of your irises.

This moment was far too intimate and personal for your comfort, it was so different than anything any of the men had done before. In a way you almost preferred when they failed to acknowledge you as an equal, it made it easier to hate them. But right now, sitting in the warm bath atop Toshinori, you could feel your resolve slipping.

You didn't want to bring attention to his confession so you decided to try and divert the subject.

"Who's Nana?" You had never heard of her before, not even in tabloids referring to All Might. Toshinori's hands froze on your face, eyes scrunching up as he contemplated on how he wanted to answer.

"Nana... Nana was my mentor. Though calling her that doesn't feel right, she was more like a mother to me. She's the reason I am who I am. Without her I'd be nothing."

Past tense, he was using a lot of past tense. It didn't take a genius to interpret why. His forlorn expression filled in the gaps, so you didn't bother to ask what had become of her. He saw you in the same light he saw this woman?

"Y/N, will you sleep with me tonight?"

Taking note of your hesitation he continued speaking before you could voice any protests.

"Coming home and realizing you were gone.. I was so worried, so afraid I'd never see you again. That you'd be taken away from me, and I don't know if I can handle losing you. I've lost so many people that I cared deeply about, I refuse to lose you too."

How in the ever loving fuck were you supposed to refuse him now. Even though you were still mad at him from his earlier form of punishment you couldn't find it in you to hurt him right now.

"Yeah that's fine, but just tonight. You probably put off a ridiculous amount of heat or snore or something..."

Toshinori flashed you his signature smile before bellowing out a laugh. The water rippled and your body jostled along with his hearty chuckle.

"Me? Snore? No, it'll be the coughing that might get to you haha-ack"

Pain flashed across his face before you felt his body rapidly shrink beneath you with a large puff of smoke. He scrambled upright, causing you to fall against him as he hacked out a lung. You awkwardly placed your hand on his back and rubbed small circles as one of his arms gripped you tightly for balance.

"So-sorry I think I was in my muscular form for too long."

He looked a bit sheepish, using the back of his forearm to wipe off some blood that had dribbled down his chin. You merely sat there, doing your best to look anywhere but him as he collected himself.

"The water's getting cold, come on let's get out princess."

You stood up first, awkwardly stepping over his legs and out of the tub. You were a bit embarrassed that he kept his eyes trained on you the whole time while his hands hovered to ensure your safety. A pile of large fluffy towels were set to the side of the tub on a stool. Grabbing the one on top you began the process of drying off.

You heard the sloshing of water as Toshinori stood up, followed by the sound of the plug being pulled and water draining. Looking over it amazed you that even in his smaller form he was was still intimidating. Wiry muscles clung tight to his frame, the angles of his face casting shadows across his eyes. Stepping out he grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry himself off as well.

"Hizashi left you some clothes it would seem... though they look a bit uncomfortable. You can borrow a spare shirt of mine, I also have a spare toothbrush on the top right hand draw of the counter if you want to hide out in my room tonight."

You very much wanted to avoid Hizashi, not sure if you could handle whatever he'd have in store for you right now. Out of three men here, he made you the most nervous. Even now, as you held the scandalous lingerie up to the light you knew he was still going to want his share of punishment.

"I'll take your shirt offer, as well as the hiding out offer. I don't think I can handle him tonight."

Toshinori hummed in acknowledgement before heading to his bedroom and shuffling about before reappearing with one of his large white t-shirts. He had on boxers now, which he must have bought specifically for his smaller form because they hugged all of him rather snugly. Tossing the shirt your way he meandered about the bathroom, preparing for sleep.

You both finished around the same time, leaving you to awkwardly shuffle towards his gigantic bed. He followed behind you, large hand on the small of your back to encourage you onwards.

You wanted him to sleep on the other side of the bed but weren't sure exactly how to voice your desire, especially when he followed so closely behind you. Pulling back the sheets you slid under the cool covers, and yet again Toshinori somehow found a way to leave you with no space.

After turning off the bedside lamp his long limbs quickly ensnared you, pulling you close and tucking you into his embrace. He was warm, but not unpleasantly hot.

Just for tonight. You'd give him this just for tonight. You were also beyond exhausted, your limbs heavy as you sunk into his ridiculously comfortable mattress. Your mind, which had been drifting off ever since the bath, finally dipped into unconsciousness. Your soft breathing filled the air as Toshinori watched you finally succumb to slumber. Smiling softly he lovingly stroked your cheek, planting a kiss to your forehead before giving in himself.

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Waking with a jolt you were thrown off by limbs harshly clutching your body. It took you a moment to remember that you weren't in your own bedroom, meaning Toshinori was currently holding you like his life depended on it.

The room was pitch black so you had no idea what time it was, but figured it was still way to early to be awake. His grip on your body was borderline painful causing you to groan out in sleepy annoyance.

"Toshinori, damnit, wake up. You're squeezing me too tight," you grumbled, wiggling a bit to try and jostle him awake. He was murmuring in his sleep, deep voice grumbling against you with the way he had you pressed against his chest.

"D-don't go... no no. I am here... please."

His body was trembling, caught in a nightmare that you couldn't see.

You raised your voice a bit, trying harder to wake him up but he still wouldn't release his grip on you. Only when you accidentally elbowed him did he finally react to you.

With a harsh gasp he threw himself on top of you, pushing you into the mattress. His blue eyes were a wild blaze, messy blond hair framing his angular face. His long bangs were plastered to his forehead from sweat, lungs heaving to swallow air.

"Y/N?"

He looked so lost, eyes clouded with tears as his brain finally registered he was no longer trapped in his own personal hell. Groaning out in discomfort he lowered his body on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to ground himself.

"Ah, I'm- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up... fuck." Moving down he rested his head against your chest, as if he needed to hear your heart beating beneath him in order to assure himself you were really here.

All you could find it in yourself to do was sigh in exhaustion, body going limp as you relaxed beneath him. It was a good thing he was in his smaller form, since he wasn't attempting to keep any of his weight off of you. You closed your eyes, not quite ready to ask him what his nightmare had been about.

He sniffled softly into your chest, arms unwinding from your waist to gently rub against your exposed flesh. His shirt had drifted up your body, leaving your stomach and lower half exposed.

"May I, may I touch you please?"

"You already are..."

"Oh, uh- yeah it would seem I am. Could I touch you, um down here?" His hand trailed down, knuckles softly brushing against your bare thighs.

You cracked your eyes open to look down at him, his own glowing orbs pleading up to you.

"Toshinori can we just go back to sleep? Please?"

Biting his bottom lip his hand continued to drift closer to your naked core, eyes averting from your own as he thought about what he was going to do next.

"I know I'm not around as much as Hizashi and Shouta but gosh I just- I need to feel you right now. The way they talk about you, how perfect you feel, I need you."

"I-I'd rather we just sleep, Hizashi is still mad at me an-"

Toshinori slid up your body, silencing your protests with a kiss. His hand slid up all the way, using his own thigh as leverage to keep you from closing yours.

His tongue delved into your mouth, fingers finally meeting your outer folds. You struggled beneath him, breaking the kiss.

"Toshinori please, I just want to sleep." In reality you were scared. You had seen his length before, and you'd be a liar if you said it didn't intimidate you. That coupled with the fact that tonight had been going semi-well with the pro, him finally having his share of you would cement your fate in this house even further. His fingers had paused, body still as he took you in below him.

"You don't have to do a thing then princess, I'll take care of everything. Just lay back and relax I promise I'll make you feel good."

"To-Toshinori please, I just want to sleep," you looked deep into his eyes as you pleaded with him, hoping somehow you could find the part of him that knew this was wrong. He gave you a sad smile, his eyes still a bit glassy from his nightmare.

"Just think of this as the last of your punishment then. I still don't think you realize just how terrified I was when I came home to an empty house."

You shook your head, sniffling a bit as tears formed. You tried to push him off but he merely took one large hand and easily secured both of your wrists above your head. His other hand resumed ever so gently teasing you, working on getting you aroused.

"Just lay back and relax alright, then we can go back to sleep. I just-I just need to feel you right now. Need to make sure you're really here."

You worked your bottom lip with you teeth, eyes closed so you no longer had to look at him. His thumb trailed up to press light circles against your clit while his middle finger began to delve a bit deeper, teasing your sore hole. Your body had gone slack, tired of the fact that this was just another situation in which your powerlessness was painfully on display. You didn't have it in you mentally to put up a fight.

Toshinori moved his slim hips until his clothed cock was pressed against your right thigh, rutting against you while he worked you open. He gave a gentle peck to your forehead before trailing kisses down your face to your mouth. He captured your lips with his own, freeing your bottom lip from your teeth and moaning into your unwilling mouth.

You didn't work with him, not giving him the satisfaction of your consent, but he wasn't deterred. He simply moved down, back arching as he made his way to your chest. His erection left your thigh as he finally settled on his stomach between your legs, allowing him to comfortably take your right nipple into his hot mouth.

He nipped at the sensitive bud, long finger pushing into you at the same time while he continued to work your clit. His movements were slow as he savored every moment, sleepy mind basking in the warmth of your body.

You tried to drift back to sleep, thinking that perhaps in the emptiness of unconsciousness you could avoid your punishment, but Toshinori was surprisingly very skilled when it came to manipulating your body. You shuddered beneath him when he gave a particularly hard suck to your breast, his lean digit rubbing against the spongy spot on your inner walls that had you clamping down on him in return.

His pace was torture, just on the cusp of bringing you satisfaction, but he seemed plenty content with dragging this out. You wiggled below him in annoyance, attempting to grind down against his hand in anger and desperation. If he was going to force himself on you then the least he could do was not torment you about it.

With a soft sigh Toshinori released your nipple from his mouth, a small trail of spit connected to his lips. Opening your eyes you glared down at him, while his eyelids were hooded in an amorous gaze.

"Tell me what you need me to do for you princess."

"Let me sleep."

Toshinori gave a sleepy chuckle before peppering your chest with lazy kisses.

"You're more than welcome to try."

Resting his head against your chest he continued to pump his finger excruciatingly slow, easily pushing all the way in to his knuckle, thanks to how wet you had become, before dragging out with a languid come hither motion against your sensitive walls.

You could feel your heart accelerate as he lazily stroked pleasure into your slack body. The way in which you velvety walls clamped down on him far too telling of his skill. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn't so damn good at this. In some sick and twisted way though, his loving movements quelled the rage inside you.

Did you want this? Tears slipped down your face as you realized that some fucked up part of you just might. Toshinori hummed softly into your flesh while he lazily worked you closer to your climax, the endorphins flooding your brain working to wash away your inner turmoil. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your clit while he nipped and sucked on whatever flesh he could reach.

Once he realized you were close to finishing he simply added another finger, stretching and wiggling the two digits to help open you up. You moaned softly at the intrusion, hips bucking as you gave in to him. It didn't take him much longer to finally push you over the edge, but he didn't stop like you had hoped. Adding a third digit you inhaled sharply at the burning sensation, stretched walls still spasming from your orgasm.

"I'll make sure you're ready, don't worry about a thing. Just a little bit more, you're tight but I'll fit."

"It- you won't fit, please you know you won't."

As if to prove you wrong he pushed a bit harder then you were prepared for, burying three of his fingers knuckle deep and forcing a pained whine from your throat. He began to move, getting on his knees and arching his body over your own while continuing to stroke your now sensitive and stinging cunt.

"As I said earlier, just think of this as the ending to your punishment."

"But Hizashi hasn't-" Toshinori cut you off with a pointed look.

"That's not my fault now is it?" You cringed away from him, his cold tone from earlier in the night caused your chest to tighten in fear.

He sighed lowly at your frightened expression, before giving you a small smile and another gentle peck to your forehead.

"Just lay back and relax alright?" He gave your captured wrists a light squeeze as he spoke, large frame hovering over you as he continued to scissor his fingers inside you. The burning sensation from being stretched out began to subside as the familiar warmth of pleasure took hold of you once more.

"There we go, just like that. The more you relax the easier this will be I promise."

Finally pulling his devilish hand away from your soaked pussy he made quick work of shimmying out of his underwear, long cock springing free. The tip was red with a good bit of pre-cum dripping down his intimidating length, some getting lost in his neatly trimmed curly blond pubic hair.

You had flashbacks to the first time you saw it, a bit relieved that in his smaller form he lost a bit of girth. But holy shit if this 7 foot 2 inch giant of a man wasn't packing heat.

Heat flushed Toshinori's face as he watched you take him in. He knew his size could be a bit alarming, which is why he was well versed in the art of foreplay.

Bringing himself down on top of you he lined his tip up with your entrance, free hand helping to guide himself in. You could feel him, gently rubbing himself on your outer lips to gather your slick. His raspy breaths ghosted across the hot expanse of your face, while he closed his eyes, letting out a low groan as he began to push in.

"Sh-shit yes, just like that, ah fuck it'll be a tight fit."

You whined as he began to work on sinking into you, his hand leaving his cock in favor of gently wrapping around your throat.

Despite his best efforts his fingers hadn't been enough preparation when compared to his cock. Gasping in pain you thrashed beneath him. He shushed you gently, fingers stroking your throat delicately as he speared you open. Little by little he rocked his hips into you, holding you down while you cried out in pain.

"So good, you're doing so good. The worst is over okay princess hold out for me."

You hardly knew what he meant by worst part when it felt like he was never going to bottom out. He brought his face down beside yours, huffing and groaning into your ear until finally he was flush with you, cock buried to the hilt. You were breathing hard, small whines and whimpers slipping past your lips at how he stretched you.

"Oh shit. You- you're fucking perfect."

"Too much, it's too much plea-" much to your frustration his mouth met your own again in order to cut off your protests. He pressed your head into the pillow to try and prevent you from pulling away from him again, hungrily following your escape attempts. The hand he had around your throat receded, only to snake its way between the two of you so he could continue teasing your sensitive clit.

His hips began to move again, assuming he had given you plenty of time to adjust based off the way your pussy clenched around him as if begging for more.

He starting off with the same tempo he had been doing for the majority of the night, so slow it was as if he was teasing you. But as the burning sensation in your poor cunt eased you realized he was doing it for your benefit. He wanted you to enjoy this, needed you to find pleasure and comfort in him. After all this was your first time with him, he wanted to make sure you weren't afraid when he came back for more.

As your whimpers subsided, replaced with hushed moans, only then did Toshinori begin to pick up the pace. Finally he released your mouth from his kiss, both of you gasping for air. He showered you with praise as he fucked into you, deep gravely voice never letting you forget just how much he cared for you.

For your part all you could do was submit to him, letting his deft finger and cock bring you back to the brink of orgasm. Your warm walls fluttered around him as he took you closer and closer, the resounding slap of flesh on flesh filling the room as he lost himself in his own pleasure. He was grounded only long enough to see you through, but as soon as you began to convulse around him, hips bucking and pretty mouth moaning obscenely, his mind blanked out.

He abandoned your clit, hand coming up to join the other and thread his fingers through your own. He hammered into you, painfully drawing out your orgasm as he chased his own climax. The juxtapose of him lovingly holding your hands to his feral thrusts was giving you mental whiplash.

"Yes, yes fuck. So good for me, don't ever leave me again. Shit - fuck I can't lose anyone else."

His thrusts were erratic, your whole body forced to move against his. You had assumed he would cum in you, just as Hizashi and Shouta had already done, but right before he finished he pulled out quickly. Pressing the head of his cock into your skin, hot thick surges of cum covered your stomach. The excess quickly began to drip down the side of your body, mingling with your sweat on the sheets below.

Coming down from his high, his hands were still intertwined with your own, skinny body heaving from exertion. For your part your heart rate had mostly settled after your second orgasm, leaving you effectively spent under him.

You had managed to keep your eyes closed while he had fucked you, only now opening them to find him observing you fondly. Releasing his hold on you he leaned over to his bedside table and grabbed a spare handkerchief, using it to wipe off his cooling cum.

Only when he deemed you properly spotless did he toss the cloth to the floor and flop down in the bed beside you. Drawing your weary body against him he folded around you, capturing you once more in his unrelenting grip.

"I know you haven't been here very long, but I can't help but love you so much it hurts. I'll be good to you if you're good to me okay?"

A meager "m-kay" was all you had it in you to respond with, but it was all the man wanted to hear. With a satisfied hum Toshinori pecked your forehead with one last kiss before you both succumbed to sleep.

[hqcult]

21ST ## the miya twins

you visit hyogo to celebrate your 21st birthday with your extended family. you met atsumu and osamu, who were oh so excited to meet you.

. tw manipulation, pseudo-incest, noncon, cunnilingus, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mindbreak, implied double penetration, dark content . wc 4.3k

looking back, the twins are good fucking actors. they deserve some oscar-level award with how much they smiled those sweet honey smiles and lured you into a sense of security before baring their fangs and pulling you down to hell with them. but they never would’ve gotten the chance to act if you hadn’t been there as their audience. so, the truth remains the same—this is all your fault. you never should’ve insisted coming to hyōgo in the first place.

ever since getting adopted at the tender age of thirteen and moving to tokyo, you’ve seen everything there is to see, ate at every restaurant with a 5-star review on google. you’ve done them all at least thrice by now and it’s getting boring.

so, when your adoptive father had jokingly talked about coming to hyōgo to meet your extended family for your 21st birthday, you perked up in your seat and your eyes twinkled like stars. 

your mom didn’t want to go at first, of course, claiming you’ll get carsick but your parents eventually gave in after seeing the pleading look in your eyes and the genuine excitement in your stance.

long story short, you did end up getting carsick. quite a few times too, actually. but you were already driving along the expressway and your mom’s sister was already expecting the three of you. so, naturally, you guys pushed through, your dad making sure he drove as smoothly as possible in order not to trigger another barfing session from you.

it was twilight by the time your dad pulled up on his sister-in-law’s driveway and the first you see were two identical faces—twins? for step-cousins? well, now that was something. you’ve never really met twins before so it was a whole new experience and it excited you greatly. 

not to mention how you and atsumu instantly hit it off, your personalities aligning. yet when you sat next to osamu during dinner, the younger twin found it wasn’t as hard talking to you compared to his brother. in fact, he found it interesting how easy it was to converse with you, the words flowing out his lips. you were just so painfully compatible with them that why oh why did the universe have to make you their half-cousin?

the shift in their behavior wasn’t at all gradual but can you really blame them? you were such a good daughter, such a beauty. and they guess the whole ‘pseudo-incest’ taboo thing amplified your appeal all the more. 

well, at least in their defense, atsumu and osamu genuinely wanted to get to know their new cousin in the most innocent, platonic way and not this weird thing they’re feeling right now. but you were so damn irresistible that they couldn’t keep their feelings in check.

how kind of ‘samu to grab the coffee container at the topmost shelf for you during breakfast, not knowing he purposely puts it there every night so he can “accidentally” rub his morning wood against your ass.

your ‘tsumtsum is such an angel when he doesn’t hesitate to take off his outerwear and lends it to you whenever you forget yours, not knowing he snatches them from the laundry basket and leaving you no choice but to use his. the sweet scent you leave on the jacket is enough to throw him off the edge and have him climaxing as he fucked his own hand.

nobody noticed, everyone was distracted by their achievements at such a young age. all their mom had to say is how osamu yet again made it to dean’s lister or how atsumu got scouted for a national team.

your mom and dad didn’t notice, lost in the daydream of always wanting to have their own son only to end up with you. blinded of their dazzle that the rotten pieces of them were fully camouflaged by the glow.

it all came to a peak when the twins were pulling all-nighter playing games like always. 

atsumu needed to use the restroom, and just as he’s passing by your door, he heard a questionable sound that made him stop, frozen and unbelieving.

carefully, he tiptoes closer to place his ear against your door, praying to whomever that the floorboards don’t creak and disrupt whatever you’re doing. silence, seconds of it. then click, a switch turning on, he hears low vibration and a shaky whimper, a slick sound that reminded him of—

you were touching yourself.

holy fucking crap.

atsumu can only stare at the door with a knowing curl in his lips as he quickly pushes down his boxers. the risk of getting caught masturbating so out in the open making all the blood rush south.

“guess yer not as innocent as i thought ya were,” he mutters, spitting on his palm before wrapping it around his dick.

he shut his eyes close, clinging desperately into the imagination of how it would feel like to fuck your cunny instead of his hand. how the view would be like as he forces your legs up and into a mating press as he rutted his hips into you. at least you were loud, the moans he can hear as clear as day and he’s thankful he needn’t depend on his imagination anymore like all the other times.

you better be fucking thankful that the rest of the rooms were downstairs or else your parents and their mom would’ve heard by now. eh, atsumu didn’t mind. he got off on the risque idea of getting caught in the act.

when your pitch grows whinier and he hears your quick rufflings on the bed, he knows you’re close. he can hear the frantic and changing levels of the vibrator as you fucked it into your walls. 

“fuck,” he hissed, the mental image of you masturbating and putting on a show for him making him teeter over the edge.

he grunts, low and animalistic, as spurts of his cum stains his hands and the floor. he didn’t care. he pumped himself through his orgasm and it was the best he’s ever got in a while. who knew all he needed to hear was his little step-cousin lewdly touching herself? naughty, naughty girl.

when he heard your panting after cumming against your little toy, he took his cue and speed-walked towards his and osamu’s bedroom to get a cloth he’ll use to clean the front of your door. but just as he caught you in the act, he caught his own brother red-handed, too.

the tiny specks of cum on the wall where osamu stood is a ghastly sight but atsumu couldn’t care less. 

silently, the twins exchanged a knowing glance.

“ya heard ‘er too?”

someone knocks on your bedroom door on the eve of your birthday. 

osamu was tasked to wake you up while atsumu started the car. you didn’t respond. were you… he slowly opens the door, he spots you immediately in the bundle of blankets atop your bed. when he stalks closer, you looked so cozy that osamu almost got tempted to ditch the idiot and come snuggle with you under the blankets instead. 

but he has two heads and the one he’s using to think is located south.

he wakes you up with a gentle shake on the shoulder. “‘samu?” you mutter, voice low and croaky from your deep sleep when you see a blurry tousle of gray hair.

“let’s do a countdown for yer birthday, angel. come on, put on a jacket. ‘tsumu’s already startin’ up the car.”

osamu’s blunt nails dug half-moon crescents into his palms as he saw your tiny pajama shorts and the slip top when you shoved the blankets away. he swore his palms would’ve bled, especially after seeing you bending over to look for a hoodie inside your luggage. 

he stared so openly, it was almost predatory in a sense. 

as you scamper down the stairs with the younger twin’s hands dangerously grazing the top of your rear, you thought it’s plain old protective ‘samu being worried you’ll make a misstep and break your neck.

“where’s everybody?”

“just us three, angel. ‘lil cousin bonding before yer big party tonight, y’know?”

you giggled. how sweet, you thought.

you didn’t sense a thing. didn’t see a single red flag even if it was being waved across your face like what they do in bullfights. osamu felt a little sorry for how they’re blatantly manipulating you but it’s too late to back out now, much less let the guilt eat up his insides. he shouldn’t be a hypocrite considering he jacked off to your moans, too, that night. 

he’s really no different than atsumu and it’s a tough pill to swallow.

“shotgun!”

it wasn’t osamu that stops you, but atsumu, from scampering into the front seat. the older twin quickly locks the door before lowering down the passenger side’s window. 

“nuh-uh, birthday girl. ya can’t sit here or the surprise’ll be ruined!”

you grumble, frowning as you scoot yourself in the backseat of the car. atsumu twists his torso towards the back, asking you to wear the blindfold he’s handing you. it was a little tough with how stubborn you are but ‘tsumu’s just too good with his words.

you drove for thirty minutes before the car pulled up somewhere. the world is tranquil outside, so you couldn’t have driven to the nearest city. your initial guess is a beach, but there were no splashes of water. maybe a cliff-side or a forest?

the car’s ignition turns off and you call out to the twins. 

“‘tsumu? ‘samu? where are we? can i take my blindfold off now?”

“just a moment, doll.” there’s an excited lilt to atsumu’s voice and you can’t help but fidget in your seat, feeling the excitement crawling up your spine as you think of what their surprise could be.

you hear them clamber out the car. you scoot closer to the door just as the backseat opens, a silly smile on your face. “you guys didn’t have to do this, you know, but i appreciate it so mu—”

someone tackles you to the seat and the air gets knocked out of your lungs. he’s heavy and you felt the muscles underneath his shirt as you tried to push him away but to no avail—you know it’s a man, it has to be because you felt the broad shoulders and something poking at your thigh. you feel him nosing the side of your neck and his hands crawling under your shirt. his freezing skin against your own is what snapped you out of it.

“atsumu! osamu!” you cried, calling for help.

you inwardly gasped, realizing something. maybe they were hurt! maybe your assaulter had creeped up behind the twins just as they opened the door for you, knocked them out cold, before trying to have their way with you. at the thought of the twins getting hurt, you thrashed, fought, and screamed with newfound fervor.

“couldja calm down and shut yer fucking trap?”

when the blindfold flies away and you see the man straddling you on the backseat of atsumu’s car, how you wished your assaulter had never taken it off.

atsumu had never looked this scary from your point of view, then again he never straddled you like this in the weeks prior. never looked at you like how he’s looking now—there’s clear hunger and lust in those eyes. you’ve seen that look one too many times from boys back in your university when you had your one night stands. but it had all been consensual and you loved them looking at you that way but this is different.

so, so different.

you can’t look at him in the eye, not when he’s staring at you like that. it felt like you’re pushed into a corner, vulnerable and bare even with the clothes you’re wearing.

“please, get off of me.”

“get off ya?” he repeats, mirth in his eyes as he hauls you up to a sitting position. he finally shuts the door behind him. “but i’ve been wantin’ to do this for weeks.”

to further emphasize his point, he grounds his hips against yours, making sure the tip of his already erect cock grazes against the bud of your clit. his boxers and the thin fabric of your shorts isn’t helping. he groans wantonly, angling his hips to do it again until you slipped out from under him and maneuvered your way to the other door.

osamu! osamu will stop him, you thought with teary eyes as atsumu growls and quickly pulls you back by the forearms, your back to his chest as you try to claw your way out of the athlete’s grip.

“‘samu! ‘samu, help me!”

but when the said twin opens the door and slips inside the car with little to no surprise present in his face, a type of fear you’ve never felt before runs up your spine. the look in osamu’s eyes reflected that of his twin’s and with sinking realization, you knew he wasn’t there to help you.

“happy 21st birthday, angel.”

and then he’s ducking down to kiss you. his lips are soft and they moved tenderly, in contrast to the barbaric way they tore at your clothes, the cold making you shiver in your underwear.

dealing with one sick person is enough, but with two, you’re not so sure. you only had two hands, if you pushed osamu away, atsumu would have free access and vice versa. your legs couldn’t move either, thanks to the cramped space of the backseat.

while holding down your hands, atsumu marks every inch of untainted skin he could see as osamu swirls his tongue inside your mouth. you’ve never felt so disgusted and dirty, but above all, betrayed. even if it was a few weeks since you’ve met, you still saw them as family. sure, you weren’t technically blood-related but in the papers it’s a different story.

when osamu pulled away, you averted your eyes but his hand reached up to hold your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. you feel his other hand trailing up your thighs, fingers dangerously close to your clothed sex as he watched you like a fox. he wanted to commit this moment to memory. every twitch and small gasp you make as his cold fingers pinched at your clit and traced your pussy lips.

“staying quiet, princess?” atsumu comments, hands snaking around front to squeeze and grope your breasts over the bra you wore. “ya weren’t like this when i caught ya touchin’ yerself last week.”

your eyes widened. when you tried turning your head to look over your shoulder towards the other twin, osamu shoved two fingers inside you.

your reaction was immediate. the pleasure and pain mixing as a loud gasp escapes your lips. “eyes up front,” he murmurs, the firm hold on your chin going higher to encase your whole jaw.

“oi, ‘samu, didn’t think you’re the possessive type,” atsumu says, teasingly placing his chin on your shoulder as he smiles that lazy smile you know osamu hates. “not that i’m going to lose.”

the older twin slips your bra off just as osamu takes his fingers out to lewdly lick up your slick. he moans, keeping his eyes trained on your horrified face. “sweet. but not wet enough for us, angel.”

“what—no—!”

“let me have a go.”

before you could even react, atsumu’s spinning you around to face him as he shoves your shoulders down. due to the cramped space, your head collides with osamu’s thighs, narrowly missing the tent in his joggers. the weight in his thighs makes the younger twin fidget and squirm as he hastily reaches for your hand, pulling his bottoms down just enough for his cock to spring out. you wince when it hits the side of your face. osamu loved the disgust in your face when he spat at your hand and used it to get himself off as he started stroking his cock.

meanwhile, in one swift motion, atsumu is pulling your panties down and licking a stripe up your cunny, the tip of his tongue prodding at your clit as his hands come up to slap your pussy. “how dare ya be so quiet,” he hisses, sucking harsher on your clit to pull a reaction out of you. “let me hear ya whine and moan, babe. i’m fuckin’ sure as hell my tongue is better than some cheap ass vibrator ya used.”

but your lips are stubbornly sealed as you arched your back. like hell you’d play into their wants and sick fantasies. they were your cousins! forcing you to enjoy this is just downright wrong. and knowing they’ve eavesdropped and silently lusted over you while having those innocent little smiles on their faces… were they not in the least bit guilty for deceiving you? deceiving your parents?

“give ‘er somethin’ bigger. i think she’s askin’ for it.” osamu says, kneading one of your breasts and tweaking your nipples as he continued to pump himself using your hand. 

because he lost to rock paper scissors, he’s going to fuck you after atsumu and no matter how furious he was, a deal’s a deal.

like an idea switching inside his head, atsumu falters, staring right at you with sparkles in his eyes before his lips curled into a devious smirk.

“no, no, no,” you scramble, trying to sit up in order to push him away but osamu is quick to pin you down. “atsumu—no—you don’t want to do this, please—!”

“shut it, princess. i know what i want and that’s to fuck yer sweet little cunny right ‘ere,” he mocks by planting a sweet kiss against your lower lips.

“can ya stop with the dirty talk my dick’ll go soft, ya scrub!” osamu hisses, his hands wrapped around yours getting tighter as the lewd sounds of his slick gets louder. 

no matter how much osamu denies it, he’s getting off on seeing you squirming under atsumu and god he never thought to have a voyeurism kink but here we are.

atsumu shoves his boxers down and you turn away from glancing down at his cock, osamu had to ruthlessly pull your hair and make you look as you slowly start tearing up. he was bigger than most guys you’ve met in college and you dread the painful stretch it’ll take for him to shove that dick inside you.

“shh, princess. don’tcha worry, yer all prepped to take me.” he scissors your pussy lips, the sticky wetness creating lewd sounds before pushing his stained fingers into your mouth. “hear that? go on and taste yerself.”

he gave you no choice, fingers pushing your tongue down until you obliged to his wishes. from behind you, you hear a low grunt and a pant as osamu throws his head back. he was close, you could tell and you surely didn’t want your face to be near his cock once he cums.

“‘tsumu, god damn it! hurry and fuck ‘er already!”

osamu was close and his mind was clouded. he needed to see you get railed in order for him to teeter towards that delicious edge of pure ecstasy. needed to hear the noises like the ones you made that night.

“i got it, i got it. fuckin’ impatient bastard.”

“atsumu, stop—!”

but he doesn't bother to listen, pushing his cock deep all in a single thrust. you were right. the stretch slightly stings and you bet it would’ve hurt more had he not bothered to suck and lick at your pussy earlier. “it hurts,” you sob, trying to curl in on yourself while keeping atsumu from leaning in.

but your strength is no match for him as he peppers light kisses down your neck, osamu helping with pushing your hair away to expose more skin. “shh, shh,” the faux-blond coos. “it’ll get better, i promise ya. yer gonna love it so let me move, okay?”

“no, wait, take it out, wai—!”

he starts thrusting, timed and rhythmic as his hands reach under your thighs, slightly raising your lower body to meet the angle of his hips. you couldn’t deny that it felt good like he said. the heavenly drag of his dick inside your walls, feeling you squeeze around him just as he nearly pulls out, only to thrust it all back in again. he wanted to keep this “making love” pace as long as he wants but he’s getting irritated but how you still wanted to keep your pretty lips shut.

that’s when you truly felt the vehicle jolting back and forth, brought by the sudden way atsumu manically fucks you like some animal. the change of pace surprised you greatly, choking on your saliva and letting out a pornographic “ah!” as he started railing you in the backseat of his car. you were way past the point of no return as immense pleasure spiked your nerves. all thoughts of somehow fighting their advances being shot out the window.

“that’s it,” atsumu pants, swinging your legs up against your chest to fuck you even deeper. “come on, make some noise, princess. i want people to hear how good i make ya feel even if they’re miles away.”

after all this is over and the lustful haze they forced you under is gone, you’ll regret the way you moaned and groaned and whined like how you’re doing now. embarrassing, how even as atsumu leans closer to kiss you, you don’t push him away. a mess of saliva and sweat mixing as his pace doesn’t relent and the fierce jolts of the car only adds up to your pleasure.

“‘tsumu!” you screamed, one hand holding onto his hair and the other scratching at his back. “i’m close—shit!”

he replies with a moan of his own, drawn out and whiny, feeling your walls suffocating his cock as he continues to drive it in and out with a speed you’ve never experienced with your past rendezvous. perks of being an athlete, you guess. “don’tcha dare fuckin’ cum until i tell ya to or else.”

but that little devil is making it harder for you to obey him as one of his hands snakes in between your bodies to start toying with your clit, drawing firm circles and figure 8’s to draw in that eventual release. “no, no, ‘tsumu don’t!” you tried reaching down but his hand only tugs it back, firmly holding your wrist as he continues his ministrations.

it’s too much. you were feeling it all too much and in the heat of the moment, you forgot everything else—you arch your back and felt your climax crashing over you as your cum steadily makes a mess off the backseat with every thrust atsumu made.

he stops.

his head hangs low, looking at the view of your interconnected bodies before scoffing in disbelief. menacingly, he raises his head to make eye contact with you. “didn’t i fuckin’ tell ya to cum only if i tell ya to cum?”

the faux-blond grabs at your hair, ruthlessly tilting it back as you feel a sticky sensation running down your nether lips. you shake your head, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“but—!”

“i don’t care. i warned ya, didn’t i? so don’t fuckin’ hate me after all this is over.”

suddenly you feel your fight surging through you again like a tidal wave. this is wrong. how dare they do it even after you said no. how dare they do it and make you enjoy it?

“aw, cute. angel’s still got some fight in ‘er left.”

you thrashed against atsumu as soon as he swiftly pulls out of you. he doesn’t even break a sweat while restraining you with his bare hands.

“let me go! you fuckers! i’ll tell—”

“tell who? our parents? this isn’t elementary school, princess. ya get what ya fuckin’ deserve and it’s not our fault ya like swingin’ that pretty ass so much.”

you growl as a retort, attempting to bite atsumu’s hand off as he swiftly spins you around to lay on your stomach. you cringe, feeling your sticky essence against your skin. you didn't have time to feel humiliated, not as you came face to face with osamu’s still erect and angry dick.

you weren’t dumb, you knew why the faux-blond made you face his twins’ way—this is to be your punishment, he said, all the while feeling him scramble about behind you. it wasn’t only ‘til you feel atsumu’s tip prodding at your ass did you realize what’s going to happen.

“go on and give our ‘samu a nice suck, yeah? put on a show and if ya dare use yer teeth, i’ll personally make sure ya regret ever coming to hyōgo.”

you came back at dawn, during the sunrise. it’s glow basking the whole house in a nice orange tint. “what are you guys doing up so early?” your mom asks when she sees the three of you piling in from the front door.

she was too busy rubbing the sleep out of her eyes that she missed everything—the way osamu’s oppressive arm wrapped around your shoulder got tighter, the way atsumu gave you a nasty side eye, and especially the fearful expression on your face.

“no - nothing, mom. they just wanted to have a birthday countdown for me.”

“oh, right! happy 21st, sweetheart.”

[localcactushugger]

Is anyone else amazed that Hawks was only "undercover" with the Leauge for 6 months at the most.

Not only that, one and a half of those 6 months were spent just trying to gain enough trust to infiltrate.

I know it seems like much longer since Hawks made his Manga debut 2 years ago. But he had such a short amount of time on this mission. Hawks was introduced in the manga with his role being the "double agent". We literally have not seen Hawks outside of his "spy" role. Even when he is interacting with other characters outside of the Leauge, his "mission" is still happening in the background.

It seems Hawks made contact with Dabi right before the Hero Billboard chart, this is when he starts trying to infiltrate. His interaction with Dabi in the warehouse begins immediately after Endeavors fight with High-End:

During this time, Dabi is testing out a High-End Nomu for doctor Ujiko. Which means by the time Endeavor fights High-End, the My Villain Academia arc is already happening. Hawks is assumed to be one of the "members" Dabi is trying to recruit:

The Leauge has already made contact with doctor Ujiko, and the Doctor sends Dabi to test his High-End Nomu out on Endeavor (even though Dabi didn't know it would be Endeavor) while the rest of the Leauge battle Machia. At the time, Dabi still doesn't trust Hawks at all and he keeps the hero at arms length. While Dabi and Hawks are sharing ominous phone calls, the Leauge is hauling ass and it take's Shigiraki a month and a half to finally beat Machia. (The MLA is "defeated" too):

After a month and a half of phone calls (while the Leauge gets their asses handed to them by Machia in the background) Hawks is finally allowed into the Leauge when the battle of Dekia City is finally over. Dabi let's him in because Hawks "kills" Best Jeanist.

But there's a problem. By the time Hawks is let in, The Leagues numbers have drastically increased. They have an army at their side, multiple High-End nomu, and are now called the MLA:

Hawks blames himself, saying that he was "too late". That so many civilians would be alive now if he had been faster. He couldn't round up the Leauge when they were a small group, and now they have an army. A powerful one:

He's in too deep now. And you can see the stress on his face. I bet he never expected to be part of an army. He was simply tasked to round up the Leauge members while they were a small group, but the MLA was completely unexpected. Still, he decides to improvise and do the best he can with the shitty cards he's been dealt. It's not like he has another option at this point.

So he slips a coded message to Endeavor ASAP. Basically saying "yo, in four months shits about to go down. Ttyl I'll keep you posted lol". He can't tell the guy in person now, because to make things harder, he has camera's on his wings. (and even though he's being watched by camera's, he also gets followed by guards at the mansion):

After Hawks relays the massge, he stroles around the mansion with his bodyguard and heads towards the cafeteria. With a little eavesdropping (courtesy of his feathers) he also finds out that the Leauges plan is to "Destroy Everything" in four months:

After he relays the massage to Endeavor, he listens to the Leauges plans of destruction as his thoughts run a thousand M.P.H.

Because now "capture the Leauge" has turned into "Holy shit I now only have 4 months to take down a full fledged terrorist organization/army from the inside-out by myself while I'm being monitored 24/7 with absolutely no privacy & also a full time job as a hero + a public image to maintain. And I can only contact my fellow pro's about this mission through code because if the villains find out I'm a double agent I could be killed and Japan could be destroyed. Also some heros have even joined the MLA so who on my own side can I trust? Only a select specific few for now I guess."

If you thought things couldn't get worse your wrong.

Because around 2 months before the raid Hawks' heart (that wants to be free & has a genuine desire to help people) takes shit a bit too far when it makes him get attached to a certain powerful villain.

Hawks quckily finds out that Twice is easily the second most powerful villain in the Leauge after Shigiraki. He's an S ranked villain and he'll kick your ass with the power of friendship anyday. He's a great guy, but him and the Leauge are still planning on doing horrible things within the next 2 months. Twice is going along with it because he wants to stick by his friends, which y'know, is a cool motive. But considering that fact that the people Hawks is trying to protect ALSO have friends, and family's, this makes shit difficult and sends Hawks on some major guilt trips. (I would show all the panels of Hawks sadly smiling as Twice calls him a "good guy", but alas- Tumblr has informed me that I've reached my 10 image per post limit)

And tbh who wouldn't feel bad about suddenly getting attached to such a golden retriever of a man and then realizing you'll have to double-cross him at some point! I'm not surprised Hawks would feel this way, especially considering the fact that he never wanted to take on this mission in the first place.

Hawks is very much a people person, and he HATES lying even when he has no other option. This is a man who got "shivers up his spine" when he had to put on a serious face while handing Endeavor a book with coded messages inside. He literally felt icky and thought "this is low even for me" just because he had to use a deadly expression so that Endeavor would get the gist.

And when the Commission made their "proposal" about this mission, Hawks' first reaction was to call them out on their B.S. for asking him to put civilian lives at risk. He even admitted that he was feeling bad about sending Tokoyami away while talking to Deku, Shoto, and Bakugo. Hawks felt guilty about not being able to spend more time with his student, but considering that things with the MLA were starting to get riskier, and that Hawks literally handed Endeavor a book with a coded message inside about an uprising 2 seconds later, I can see why he wouldn't want to risk Tokoyami being around him. The fact that the camera's on Hawks' wings caught his interactions with Endeavor & the students also makes the creep‐factor worse. The MLA saw everything AND talked about it in a meeting later. Continuing to train with Tokoyami would put him at risk.

I love the complexity of Hawks' character, he's incredibly intelligent, logical, and intuitive. But at the same time throughout this entire mission his heart is constantly battling with his mind. Even when he knows he has to grit his teeth and do something shifty, his heart never fails to put up a fight with his logistics. Honestly it's been a pattern for a while that Hawks' sympathy always "Trips him up" in some way, so idk why I didn't see it coming around to bite him in the ass later.

(Tbh it's hard for me to see Hawks as a this super "Morally Gray" person that the fandom likes to paint him as because of a mission that he only spent 6 months on. I personally, kinda see Hawks as a "good person" who works for a "morally gray" agency. But that's a whole different meta)

Basically, Hawks getting attached to Twice wasn't a surprise. But considering how powerful Twice was, along with his role in the League's destructive plans (He was a lieutenant in one of the MLA's "Units") the discourse going on in Hawks' mind makes sense. By this point Hawks has already figured out all of the MLA's "Units" along with the three "bosses" that support the lieutenants of those "Units". It's noted that those "bosses" are extremely powerful and can match the strength of the heros as well. It took Hawks an entire month just to figure out all of the "Units" members. (I would show the panels explaining all of this but I'm at my photo limit)

All of these members were tasked to follow their lieutenants and bosses, and the plan was to attack all of Japans major cities at the same time. Once the cities were destroyed and chaos had set in, Redestro and feel good inc. Would distribute support items to the remaining citizens in the name of "self-defense". It would create a country full of discourse and destruction where Redestro and Feel good inc. Would rule from the shadows. But Shigiraki would be the main leader. He would become "king" and sit upon a "throne of rubble". (At least this was the MLA's plan, Shigiraki himself just kinda wants to destroy everything. But I suppose this would make things easier for him to do that.)

needless to say, the stakes have been upped excessively. But it took Hawks an entire month to gather this info.

This post is honestly just me marveling at what an M.V.P Hawks is

My guy literally only had 4 months to take down an entire terrorist organization for the inside-out. AND he was being monitored during that entire time. He figured out the MLA's intentions within the first month of being there. And it took him another full month to go into detail and figure out all the members, bosses, and lieutenants, for each of their "Units". Hawks even went as far as to immerse himself in the MLA's ideology, and he had in-depth discussions with the MLA's members. HELL HE EVEN FAKED HIS CO-WORKERS DEATH JUST TO GET IN.

AND HE PRETTY MUCH IMPROVISED ALL OF THIS SHIT!!! The original plan was to capture the Leauge when they were a small group! But by the time Hawks managed to infiltrate, The Leauge already had an army! They were a full-blown organization! And Hawks just kinda rolled with it??? He just kinda bullshitted his way through??

Like, "okay I'm now apart of an army I guess. The Leauge is now an entire organization and they're planning on destroying Japan in March. Let's see how this goes. I'll just have to make this work"???

LIKE HOW THE FUCK IS HE NOT DEAD! WHAT A FUCKING MADLAD

[dissociativesworld]

Missed you too

Pairing: Fives x reader

Word Count: ~1.3K

Tags: domestic-flavored fluff, playful banter/teasing, you're both dorks, PiV - the slow and sensual kind, got a little angsty at the end (I have no regrets)

Story below the cut

“Hey, mesh’la!”

You froze in complete shock at your boyfriend, Fives, sitting on your couch, your pet loth-cat purring happily in his lap. He had been gone for several months and you were prepared for him to be gone the whole year. It had obviously been his intention to surprise you, evident by the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Uh hi.” You finally replied, still wide-eyed and not entirely sure that you weren’t hallucinating after the double shift you just pulled.

“I hope you don’t mind I let myself in, me and kitty here have been getting to know each other.” Fives looked down at the still sleeping cat in his lap.

“Why didn’t you comm me? I would’ve clean… did you clean my apartment??” You looked at your kitchen then the living room, evidence of your somewhat messy lifestyle having vanished.

He chuckled before looking sheepish, “I may have been here a few hours.”

“Fives? THE one and only Fives, cleaned my apartment? You do know I’ve seen your bunk right?” You laughed putting your things down by the door.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look mesh’la, I missed you, now get your ass over here so I can show you.” Fives stood, your loth-cat jumping from his lap, and he motioned for you to come toward him.

“Is that a threat?” You chuckled, sidestepping instead of walking toward him.

He grumbled, “it’s about to be.”

“Come get me then trooper.” You teased, making a dash toward your bedroom.

Fives growled before lunging after you, hurdling over the back of your couch with ease. He grabbed your waist before you were able to reach your bed and hauled you over his shoulder. You squealed as he smacked your ass, punctuating his triumph.

“One of these times you’ll get tired of doing that.” Fives chuckled before dropped you down onto the bed before caging you in with his body.

“Fives I just worked 12 hours - I need a shower.” You attempted to push him off of you but he was a wall of solid muscle.

He snorted as he leaned down to kiss your neck, “like I give a shit.”

“You waited this long, can’t you wait another 15 minutes?” You asked, still attempting to push him off despite knowing it was futile.

“Nope.” He muttered against your skin before biting a mark over your pulse point.

You moaned, moving your arms around his neck. He moved to kiss you, his lips were softer than usual. You giggled into the kiss causing him to sigh and break away.

“What?” He sounded annoyed but a smirk was still evident on his face.

“Have you been using the chapstick I gave you?” You dissolved into laughter thinking about him carrying the little stick around with him on the battlefield.

“Yes and I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to hear that Jesse and Tup have been giving me shit for it.” He chuckled before leaning in to kiss you again.

You kissed back, trying not to laugh again, the mental image of his vod giving him shit was an image you wish you could’ve witnessed.

“Look mesh’la, I love you more than life itself but keep it up and I’ll fuck you until you see stars,” Fives growled against your lips.

“Please?” You whispered back.

Fives got up suddenly, yanking your pants off in one fluid motion and pushing your legs open. You gasped as you felt a finger press inside your already wet core.

“Maker I’ve been dreaming about this since I left,” Fives moaned, curling a finger inside you, other hand palming himself through his blacks. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

“I thought you were going to show me how much you missed me.” You teased.

He chuckled, “I am.”

Kneeling between your legs, Fives dipped his tongue through your folds. You moaned, thighs instinctually tightening around his head. He groaned at the motion, his tongue tracing a circle around your clit before taking it between his lips and sucking gently.

“So delicious mesh’la, I can’t get enough.” He moaned against you.

The vibrations went straight to your core causing your toes to curl and for you to grind against his mouth. His tongue pushed inside you again, humming contently as his nose met your clit. The vibration went straight to your core, your walls tightening around the intruding muscle, the pressure against your clit pushing you over the edge.

Fives sat back, your juices painting his lips and chin as he moved to stand over you. “Maker, you’re so perfect.”

“Are you going to fuck me or compliment me all night?” You teased, wrapping a leg around his waist.

He chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head. You couldn’t help but stare at his war-hardened torso scattered with faded scars and fresh bruises. His thumbs slipped under his waistband pulling it down slightly, pausing to give you a clear view of his sex lines.

“That’s not fair.” You murmured, sitting up to grab his waistband, pulling it down to his knees.

His cock sprung free, your tongue ran along your lower lip. You reach for it, intending to treat him the way he treated you but he grabbed your wrist effectively stopping you.

“Another time mesh’la, I need to be inside you.” His voice was low as his hand moved from your wrists to your chin.

Before you could protest his hand moved down to your neck, pushing back down onto the bed. The head of his cock was pressing against your pussy, still dripping from your orgasm. He pushed into you slowly, his eyes rolling back as he felt your cunt squeezed around him.

“You take me so good mesh’la,” he groaned as he bottomed out.

You hissed in response, he wasn’t huge but always just big enough to stretch you every time. Fives stayed like that a moment, the thumb of the hand on your neck stroking your skin, his eyes trailing down your body.

His gaze was sharp as it traced the natural lines of your body, it was an intimidating look on him. And really, really hot. Your cunt tightened around his cock in response which snapped him out of his trance. He rolled his hips slowly, eyes trained on the space between you two, watching his cock leave your pussy before snapping his hips back against you.

The pace he sets stays slow and deliberate, his cock pressing deep inside you with every thrust. His cock hitting each sensitive spot inside you, slowly stoking the fire that was threatening to rip through your body. You whimpered, feeling yourself tighten around him as he pressed into you again, hips meeting your ass. He ground himself into you, knowing he could tip you over the edge as his cock hit just the right spot.

Just as promised your vision went white as your orgasm ripped through your body, harder than you’d experience before. Radiating from your core all the way up to your head and down to your feet. Your legs shook and dropped from his waist, allowing him to take a rougher pace as he chased his own release. He spilled inside you, his cum drawing out the heat of your orgasm. Leaning down he gave you a bruising kiss before removing his hand from your neck and pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Well way to deliver dear.” You giggled, you knew you were pink and had a sweat sheen to match his. “Where did that come from?”

Fives met your eyes with a guilty look before dropping his gaze to his softening cock and the mess of both your cum spilling from you onto the bed.

“Fives.” Your tone became more stern.

He sighed, “we almost got shot down on the mission. All I could think about was you.”

You mimicked his sigh, before pulling him to you. His skin was now stifling hot in the cold air of your apartment but you hugged him as close as you could, his distinct smell bringing you comfort.

“You’re here, safe, with me. No need to worry.” You whispered as you felt his weight nearly collapse against you, his normally square shoulders slumping, chest heaving quietly. “I missed you too.”