#I want to go pet him but he'd probably rip my face off

[grossnyucky]

Samsonite Headcanons

gonna put everything undercut, taking this from my comments on someone else's post so sorry if this is formatted weird i've never done anything like this </333

please feel free to tell me yalls headcanons too tbh

I like to think he's selective mute

his smile is his resting face which can make him hard to read initially

with that being said I think if he cares about you in our way traditionally, I think he takes the time to add nonverbal signals for his emotions

his ears twitch/move to show emotion, like a cat's (I think it would be easy for people to get confused what it means, which would end up with tales mixing which signals mean what for people who encounter him)

also giving him a small tail just cause, tails are fun

his favorite on brand is mtn dew :]

Samsonite likely inspired music in that universe, which would give more reasoning to drums/bass considering he likes a beat

that being said, I think he'd enjoy things like electro swing and would actively switch his dance style (enjoy the swing dancing mental image)

if y'all listen to music together that doesn't have much bass/beat I think it's slowly turn into pony by habit

he's a horse and I'm basing it off of the fact the song is Pony, do with that as you will

though all of his outfits have the overall and hat combo, I do think he also has the sagging pants and open shirt outfit on very rare occasions too (begging someone to draw this ngl)

I also want more people to draw his small fucked up form that appears during the exorcism, and whenever he tweaks out

on that note, he needs a host every once in a while. Taking liberties there I like to imagine it like Venom if he's weak enough/if a person is powerful enough

he calls you a doodoohead etc if you don't listen while he's in the backseat

this does probably mean being on a people's soul/on brand soda diet, so rip ur wallet probably

if you take his hat count your nanoseconds

Samsonite is playful/a tease, he likes to torment before taking people as a host or to his domain I feel like it's a given

if we go with the headcanon that he's a pig, he snorts for laughter

his domain reaches not only closets, drawers and bed undersides, but I also like to think this means any larger pieces of room furniture

he 100% uses this to jumpscare you or pulling you off the bed just cause

I think this would also allow him to travel via luggage

he can become pocket sized, let him have an iPod to listen to fr

he probably disappears for months at a time before coming back regularly, he's gotta feed

I think he'd adore scratches/pets

on that note watch out for biting or potentially ur soul being eaten (it's worth it though)

on the fence about how I see this, but I think touch is a one way street more often than not

but that could also be why he likes scratches and pets whenever he allows them

self-inflicted touch starved LMAO

if you think of him romantically, hear me out on doomed relationship cause technically he is one of the "great old ones"

denies each trip without taking you to the domain as stalling because he is attached but his survival needs mean more

using you as a host because in a way its a compromise, the best that both of your limits can offer anyway Anyway, I'm insane and if yall want something specific lmk :]

[wakasaz]

Guys! There's a Bobcat in my backyard

[poisonedprose]

hi hi saw you’re taking requests so i have this one that i can’t stop thinking about-

re4r!leon as best friend finding out the reader is a cam girl and then just something happens and they’ll make a video of them fucking together with a title “my best friend made me cum twice” or something lmao

btw love ur work ur amazing ughhh keep it up love you !

₊˚✧ you owe me — in which views are low so you do what you have to do

best friend!leon kennedy x camgirl!afab!reader

warnings: 1.8k words, smut, pet names (babe, sweet angel, angel), curse words, porn videos/streams, mentions of creampie, lil bit of sexual coercion, reverse cowgirl, clit play, fingering, (unprotected) p in v, praise, cream pie

masterlists

Views were down, which meant money wasn't coming in as regularly. Much to your dismay, your rent was due in a few weeks, and you barely had enough to pay for it. You couldn't really blame people for clicking off your streams, they all looked the same. The same setup, the same 3 lingeries in rotation, it was all the same. People wanted something new. You knew you had to do something, but everything was out of your budget. 

You sat at your computer, watching other cam girls to get ideas of how to spice up your streams. You clicked through countless streams until one caught your attention, 'My best friend makes me cum!'. You knew it was wrong but you had fantasized of your best friend doing the same to you. Maybe with the excuse of needing money, your dreams could finally come true. 

Clicking out of the stream and grabbing your phone, you call Leon. Butterflies in your stomach made you nervous, almost considering hanging up and pretending like you called him by accident but before you could move the phone away from your ear his groggy voice rang through the speaker. "Fuck, what is it? It's late y'know." He groaned. This probably could've waited until the morning. 

"Sorry, I just need some help..." Your voice wasn't confident, if anything it was shaky. You had guts to ask him for help with this, and for all you know it could blow up in your face and he'd never speak to you again. "Help with what?" He sounded more concerned like he was ready to help you if you were in danger. "It's nothing serious." You start, trying to work up the courage to ask him the burning hot question. "Okay, so what is it?" He asks in the silence.

You take a deep breath. "You know how I'm a camgirl? Well, it's not going so well and I'm kinda tight with money..." You say, unable to bring yourself to actually tell him what you need help with. "So, what? You need money?" He sounds genuine, and you knew he was. You knew if you asked, he'd give you as much money as you needed. He was always selfless like that.

"No, no." You sigh, you were far too prideful to take his money. You were independent, you could make your own money. Were you really independent if you were asking for his help though? "I need help with... Shit, how do I even ask this?" You mumble mostly to yourself. "Just say it." He encourages. "I need you to be in a stream with me." You say quickly like you were ripping a bandaid off. Leon was silent on the other side of the line. 

"Like... for moral support?" He chuckles nervously. You cringe at yourself, regretting ever even asking him. "You know what I mean, Leon..." You bite your lip, eagerly anticipating his next words. When silence hangs over the call you decide to say something. "I'll give you 30 percent of the earnings." You bargain. "I probably make more than that in an hour." He retorts but you can hear the smile on his face. "But, I'd be happy to help. Can't have you living on the streets now, hm?" He chuckles.

Part of you feels prideful. Proud of yourself for convincing your best friend to fuck you in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of people. "Be over in 20?" You ask sweetly, concealing your smile with a hand even though he couldn't see you through the phone. "Yeah, sure." And with that, the phone line went dead. 

You immediately start getting ready. Fixing your hair, putting deodorant on even though you did this morning, unadmittedly shaving anywhere you could, setting up the webcam you use to make such alluring streams, and picking out and putting on a pretty lingerie set. It worked so well with your skin tone, complimenting you like no other piece of clothing.

And almost on cue, Leon knocks on your door, you answer it quickly. Your heart pounded in your chest with excitement and nervousness. "I got work in the morning, let's not take all night. Not that I couldn't go all night if I wanted." He smirks, leaning against the door frame. His smirk falters and is replaced by a look of shock when he sees the oh-so-revealing outfit that's hugging your body perfectly. "Holy shit." He whispers under his breath.

"Short and sweet. Got it." You smile, gesturing for him to come inside. After a second of staring and he finally comes back to his senses he walks in, waiting for you to show him where the magic happens. You lead him to your bedroom, your webcam set up Infront of your bed, cute little stuffed animals shoved in the corner, against the wall. He sits on the bed carefully as you adjust the camera to make sure it's perfect. 

"Ready?" You ask, typing on your laptop, naming the stream. 'Letting my best friend creampie me!' "Oh, we're just going right into it? Yeah, sure." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. You give him a reassuring smile and start the stream, sitting next to him on the bed. You greet the people who initially join, recognizing a few of the names but seeing that the title has already drawn in some new customers.

Leon really doesn't know what to do, but he has a sudden wave of confidence. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap. "Let's get started. The viewers are already getting antsy, they must be just as excited as I am~" Your voice was more seductive than when you were talking to Leon alone just moments ago. Leon knew you put on this act to appease the horny and lonely men, and he couldn't deny that he was one of them. 

With you sitting on Leon's lap, you spread your legs. Leon watched on your computer, the stream open and playing on mute. He was entranced by the way you so effortlessly turned him on just by opening your legs. You teased your viewers, rubbing your clit over your panties. You grabbed Leon's hand and placed it over your warm cunt, encouraging him to do the same. This felt like a dream come true to him, he nearly moaned just from the contact.

He rubbed his thumb gently over your clothed clit, you moaned quietly and he couldn't tell if it was just an act or if his light touch really made you feel good. "Don't be afraid to be rough." You whisper to him with a reassuring smile on your face. Oh, god, how he wanted to kiss your face. That gorgeous, perfect face.

He takes your advice, pulling your panties to the side with no warning. Your cunt fluttered when the cold breeze of the night touched your bare skin. He rubbed small circles on your clit, rougher than before. You let out a real moan this time, throwing your head back to lean on his shoulder. You held your panties to the side for him as you read the comments. 

'Fuck, so hot!' 'Wish my best friend did things like this for me.' 'Wanna see him finger that pussy!' 'Do you think he's really her best friend?' The chat was moving too fast to even read all of the comments. It hadn't been this way for months. "Chat, of course, he's really my best friend. Called him 20 minutes ago begging him to fuck me. I just had to stream it for you guys~" Leon grew hard upon hearing your words and you could feel it under your ass. It made pride swell in your chest. 

Leon runs his middle finger and ring finger through your folds before thrusting them into your weeping entrance. You whined softly. You'd imagined what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you but nothing compared to the real thing. You bucked your hips slightly and Leon chucked. He fucked you with his fingers your cunt making lewd noises from how wet you were.

A ton of gifts started popping up on the screen. People were donating, and it was a lot more than usual. Knowing that people liked watching you get fucked by your best friend, made you like getting fucked even more. "Need your cock. Please." You pleaded to Leon, looking up at him but his eyes were trained on your swollen pussy. "Patience, babe." He taunted, a sly look on his face. He liked hearing the sound of you begging for his cock to fill you up.

You whined, not having any patience whatsoever. "Fine, fine. If you're gonna whine about it." He chuckled and pulled his fingers away from your delicious pussy, a thin string of your arousal sticking to his fingers before breaking when he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. You only just realize that he's probably in his pajamas which, for some reason, makes this all the hotter.

He pulls his hardened cock out of his pants, resting the waistband under his balls. He strokes himself a few times and you're so eager to ride him until you’re hazed by his cock. You slip out of your panties and look at him, waiting for the okay to fuck him. He nods and brings you closer. He runs the tip of his cock along your folds before letting you sink down and take him fully. Whimpers leave your mouth, amusing everyone watching the stream.

You hadn't even realized how big he was, too focused on just getting what you've longed for, for so long. you might be hazed by his cock sooner than you originally thought. He brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight circles while you got adjusted to his whole length. "Bigger than you thought, huh?" He laughed with a small shake of his head. 

You rolled your hips, making you both moan. You gave him no warning as you started riding him, letting his cock slide in and out of you so preciously. Both of your moans mixed in harmony. The chat went even more wild than it already was. You could only imagine how much money you were making. His fingers continued to work your clit, his other hand holding onto your hip like his life depended on it. You would be surprised if he didn't leave a bruise for you to find tomorrow.

"Could fuck you for hours. sweet angel. This pussy's t'die for." He groans in your ear, matching the pace of your bounces and thrusting into you perfectly. His praise makes you clench around him. A whine coming from your throat and a moan coming from his. Leon was embarrassed at how fast he was approaching his orgasm but it felt too good to resist.

His hot ropes of cum coat your warm walls. You can't even believe that Leon came inside of you. "Shit, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to, ah~ fuck, sorry." He mumbles as he rides out his orgasm. "Do it again." You beg and he feels like he just entered heaven. "Anything you want, angel." Yeah, you definitely weren't going to have any money troubles any time soon at this rate. Maybe you can even convince Leon to do this with you full-time. 

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[prettyboyrxpist]

My little brother Zee wanted to hang with me and my friends cuz were hot and smoke weed and he's a fucking cum hungry faggot.

He genuinely thought I didn't know what he really wanted when he said that he just liked Alessi because no one else he knew liked Mad K, or when he swore he was just staring because he thought Devonte's scars were really cool, but the runt knows by now that Genjutsu of that level doesnt work on me.

Of course I'm sex positive, I'm a slut and I love to nurture more sluts, if he wanted to get his pussy stretched pounded and filled up, if he wanted to fuck my friends, choke on cocks and piss himself in carnal ecstasy, I'm in his corner all the way.

But No One Is Sinking Into My Little Brother's Pussy Before I Do.

So I let him think hes pulled one over on me. I invited him to come camp with us, were gonna roll blunts, drop acid, barbecue and set off fireworks.

All that and the chance to get split open by one of my friends? What self respecting little brother slut could refuse?

And he didn't. Its probably the most impactful decision he's ever made.

Because when we got to camp and fell under the qualia of our intoxicants and cover of starlight and got high enough to see rythmic mandalas dancing in the shadows of our fire and he started touching Alessi's thighs I had no choice but do what i did and it irrevocably changed the direction of our relationship.

I grabbed him by his waist and picked him up and away from Alessi. Alessi's face fell from a grin to an expressionless combination of shock and curiosity. He knew what was about to happen, I'd told the both of them beforehand.

But i dont think they believed I'd really do it.

I carried him over to the tent, playfully shaming his desperation.

"You don't get embarassed, throwing yourself guys you barely know?"

"Of course you dont. Youre a testosterone pumped desperate little cuntboy faggot. All you care about is getting a fat cock in you."

"You want to bounce on dick so fucking bad dont you dirty fucking hole?"

Zee whined like a puppy when he could manage any sound at all in response.

"l'll be honest i thought you'd fold for Devonte before Alessi, but you're such a cum thirsty whore I bet you'd even fuck them both at once."

"Lucky you, youre gonna get them both."

"But first, youre gonna get something soooo much better."

I placed him on his back on the floor of the tent, he didnt let go of me.

Devonte and Alessi stayed close and watched us from just outside the tent, I wish theyd come in but i get it. They probably wanted to keep some distance from the monster who got his little brother tripping balls so he could rape him into a devoted pet cum slut.

I started peeling off Zee's clothes and watched his face twist into sick combination of shame and rapt anticipation. He was blushing redder than a strawberry and he would later confess to me that in that moment he was more afraid that I wouldnt go through with it than anything else (isnt my little brother the best?)

Once his soft pink glistening little cunt was out I was acutely reminded of the fact that I was an animal. And might as well have ripped my clothes from my body. His eyes were fixed on my cock like he'd never seen one before (turns out he hadn't, not irl anyway)

He was already soaking wet, I'd thank Alessi for rizzing him up but all four of us know he was so wet because he was boiling with the uncontrollable ecstasy of knowing he was about to get fucked by his big brother's fat throbbing cock.

I hooked my arms under his knees and pulled them spread nice and wide, the scent of his cum starved little cunny will be burned into my memory for all my time. I couldnt helo myself, I lined us up and forced the tip of my cock into him. Then more of me. Then more, and more until the tip of me was nestled neatly against his cervix, like he was made for me. Probably Because he was, what else are little siblings for?

He looked to be having a rougher time.

Digging his nails into my arms, gasping and opening his sweet little doe eyes so fucking wide and desperate. Pleading with me not to stop. He looked like he was about to cry, but in a good way.

Not that i'd have stopped if it was in a bad way.

1/?

[cannibaled]

my bf oliver quick headcanons

semi nsfw ☆

hand + thighs man —

both in an erotic sense and a romantic sense. he finds beauty in hands and thighs, and i imagine he likes grabbing your thigh when you're sitting close together.

cigarette sharing —

he doesn't smoke as much as the others. and, you probably don't, either. there's something amusing to him about holding up the cigarette for you to take a drag and watching you cough and your face go red. im sorry but he's weird.

pda —

with oliver, i dont see him really being public about dating you. his true self is complicated. he's possessive over you and doesn't like you getting flirted with, but also doesn't feel the need to air out his business that you're dating. not just possessive, but also obsessive. he'd be the type that's torn over showing you off, or keeping you all to yourself. but then, he'd also think that information being out there that you're his would be too vulnerable. and so, his 'pda' is VERY subtle. thigh grabs under the table, pinning you in darken corners to kiss you, things like that.

music —

okay. hear me out. i feel like he'd listen to the smiths. but not just the smiths. the killers,and she wants revenge. i feel like he'd also enjoy slowdive and like felix, muse. also, the bravery. fav song would be hatefuck lol. likes sharing his earbuds with you when you two are relaxing, and lets you queue songs.

size difference —

okay. so he's not THAT much taller than you, but he is larger in body size. he's ripped. so, rather than wholly using his general size against you, he LOVES using his strength against you. it's fun when you argue and he's able to pin you down, or when you're having sex, do the same or press your face into the pillows. will also sometimes pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. in a softer sense, he likes cuddling by holding you into him or hugging you from behind when you're doing something.

sex life —

hes intense. im just gonna say it. ofc there will be times where hes more gentle than most because he can't just manhandle you all the time, but let me say it now — HES always in the dominant position. he finds it cute when you try to fight his dominance to take over, but he wins every. time. when your relationship progresses though, he'll probably find it more comfortable to submit. likes leaving bruises from impact, bite marks. sloppy kisses because he likes tasting you, and of course, big on giving head. i feel like he'd probably like some blood in there too, probably from making your lips bleed.

pet names —

'doll', 'baby', 'little mouse'. i feel like the last one is more so when just 'putting you in your place'

i love yous —

this is tricky with oliver. i feel like you'd have to get him in a vulnerable position to say 'i love you' — you'd say it first, and he'd be reluctant to return it, even though he loves you back. probably when an argument gets especially bad, and you're on the verge of leaving him is when he says it.

arguments —

i feel like eventually, him not wanting to be public about your relationship would be an issue. or maybe he pisses you off due to his obsessive or possessive behavior, and it causes issues. will always squeeze your cheeks and grab your chin and force eye contact during arguments. he likes seeing you angry, riled up.

hopeless —

i feel like he's also big on sending voice notes. ofc texting too! but his voice is pretty, and it's sort of enjoyable to him. plus, he likes receiving them back.

party life —

we know already that he's more reserved, but that doesn't mean he's a party pooper. he just doesn't party as hard as felix, far, or venetia, but he drinks. he always keeps an eye on you. NEVER looks away. if you're getting flirted with, he'll tell them to get lost. probably ends up getting jealous when you dance with someone else and pulls you off to remind you you're his.

[romanarose]

For the Longest Time: Chloe's birth

Will Miller x fem!OC (Lorelei Giang)

Summary: Lorelei gives birth to their daughter

Warnings: Childbirth, typical Lore and WIll back and forth

Series MAsterlist (series is completed, will comtinue soon with Ben's story.)

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist :Playlist

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She was going to fucking kill him.

Lorelei had told Will over and over again, she wasn't going to really need him for much with the birth. She'd assisted in hundreds of births, she knew the drill. She was going be fine. Everything was normal in her pregnancy, absolutely no cause for concern, and her epidural had kicked in. Her mom, of course, had words to say about getting an epidural but she didn't give a shit. Mirical of childbirth, the pain is worth it, natural, all that is fine and dandy if you're into it, but Lorelei just wanted her dughter here and painlessly as possible. It seemed Chloe Sen was not an axious to come, however, and took and extra 4 days past her due dare to cook to the perfect medium rare, Lorelei supossed.

Lorelei had been confined to paperwork by this point, her swollen ankles having caused issues the last month and now... well Frankly she was waddling. So, desk work and intake it was.

When her water finally broke, she was at work and called Will.

"Hey princess, everything okay?" Will answered, his mouth full of food. She heard Santi in the background, which explained the food; Laci was always feeding them.

"Yeah I'm fine, just my water broke."

"WHat?!"

"Yeah I'm going into labor, I need you to get my bag-"

"IM COMING RIGHT OVER"

She sighed, listening to him tell Laci and Santi it was time, and hearing Laci squeel in the background. "No, William, baby I'm fine but I need my to go bag-"

"I'll have Santi get it, I'm picking you up we have to go to a hospital!"

"William."

"Yeah?"

"I'm at work."

"I know, that's why I'm coming to get you-"

"Baby I work in a hospital."

She had Will run home seeing as he was a 5 minute drive from their house anyway, then get to the hospital where now they sat, contractions speeding up. Will was hovering and it was driving her nuts. His role was to put on her playlist: Buddy Holly, Ella Fitzgarald, the Shrangri-la's, Humphrey Englebert, all her favorites, and advocate for her that the birth plan was being followed. Other than that, she was certain she'd be fine.

Still, the constant talking, petting her, cooing at her like a baby and telling her how good she's doing was driving up insane.

"Breath in."

"Will"

"Breath out."

"William, I will start screaming."

"Well, at least scream when I say out."

That got a laugh out of her, she'd admit. But she still turned to him. "If you don't stop telling me what to do, I swear to god I will have you removed from this room."

She wouldn't do that to actually, and he knew that, but Will raised his hands, chuckling in defense. "Fine, fine. Just promise to breath."

Two hours later she was breathing alright. She was breathing as she screamed curses at him. "I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ARE NEVER FUCKING ME AGAIN! FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Why did she had to get knocked up by a fucking norse god? Kid's head was ripping her open. Jesus, why didn't she get an elective c-section. So many poor choices.

"I know Lorelei, I'm the worse. Tell me all about it." His even voice was something to latch onto through the pain. What the fuck was this without an epidural?

"YOU AND YOUR STUPID MASSIVE GENES!"

"Yes yes, definetly my fault. What else."

"YOUR SO FUCKING POLITE!"

"Women do complain about that aspect frequently. I'm working on it."

"I AM GOING TO CUT OFF YOUR DICK!"

There was a pause as she pushed, the head crowning.

"Princess?"

"WHAT?!?!?!?!"

His fingers grazed her knuckles, and she realized her nails were digging into her palms. She turned to him, looking at his handsome, beautiful face and soft blue eyes. God she got lucky to find someone who knows when to match her crazy and when to calm it. Imagine if she'd getting pregnant by Tyler? He'd probably be watching porn on his phone like she caught one baby daddy doing. "Can I hold your hand?"

Lorelei's lip quivered as she nodded. Will took her hand in his, squeezing for dear life as a big contraction hit. She liked hearing his voice praising her. She needed him, and always would, and for some reason that didn't scare her.

*

She was perfect. Born at an insane 9 pounds even, Chloe Sen Miller was the cutest little thing Lorelei had ever seen in her life. Lore and Will were squeezed onto the bed together, Will holding the baby after Lorelei had gotten her share. She laid her head on his shoulder, ready to nap. He had this. She trusted him.

"She's so small..." He murders, mesmerized by his daughter. Lorelei laughs.

"yeah to you. You didn't have to push her out."

Will turned to her at that, smiling fondly. "You were incredible."

"I know." She kissed his arm. "But thank you."

"I'll tell them to go home. I know they just wanna make sure you're okay, they aren't expecting to come in."

But Lorelei shook her head. "Bring them in." Then added. "Just a few minutes."

Soon, the room was filled with the people Lorelei had come to see as her family. Jana and Laci with matching baby bumps, both only a few months behind her. Laci clinged to Santi's hand, everyone allowing her the one chair in the room while Frankie tried to get another one for Jana, but Jana insisted she was fine. Laci was looking thinner than usual. The couple had to cut their honeymoon short when health problems arose, Laci dropping weight and experiencing complications. Her struggles clearly weighed on Santi, who looked tired but held his wife's hand tightly. She knew what they were thinking, worrying this moment might not come for them. Laci was on bedrest, only able to go easy places like coming here. Still, both smiled at the newst addition to their family's arival.

"She's so cute, Lorelei." Laci says in a soft voice, eyes wet.

Santi hugged Will, telling him so happy for them.

Frankie brought Rosie close to the bed, telling her to be careful as she looked at her first cousin. "You gotta be nice, babygirl. None of that rugrats Angelica nonsense."

"Hey!" Lorelei protested. "I loved Angelica!"

Jana told her that wasn't surprising.

Lorelei turned to Rosie. "In a few weeks, you can even hold her, okay? Get practice for being a baby sister."

Rosie beamed. "Did you know my mommy's having a baby?"

"Whaaaat! No way!"

Jana sees Ben lurking quietly behind them all, and pulls Rosie back.

Ben, Like Laci and Santi, looked thinner. His eyes had dark circles and his skin lost it's golden tone. No summer highlghts in his hair as usual. Will watched his brother, barely recognizable, and certainly not himself. Cameron arrived in 2 weeks, and Ben still didn't know.

"Benny? Do you wanna hold you niece?"

Despite barely being there, Ben nodded, looking with wonder at the bundle in his brothers arms raising up to him. Will watched Ben held her for the first time, taking him into his gentle care, the way he knew from years of holding Rosie, of helping take care of her when things were bad and Frankie was coked out... Ben's eyes filled with tears as he said hi to her.

"Chloe Sen, meet uncle Benny"

***

We gotta give Benny something to fight for <3 A reason to get better, to know he deserves better than Alice. Like Dolli said, he loves rosie ofc, but seeing his own blood, his brothers kid... has to give him something.

This came from a scene in my head I thought it'd be funy if lore is a work and were water breaks and Will is freaking out and shes like baby im fine im literally at a hospital rn

It is SO VERY Lorelei to think she can handle everything... but Will is there because even if she CAN doesn't mean she SHOULD. He's gonna take care of his girl (now girls)<3

@pimosworld @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @missdictatorme @poeedameronn @itspdameronthings @miraclesabound @babymills16 @rayslittlekitten @kirsteng42

[deirdre-belle]

Itsy Bitsy - Jerome Valeska x Reader

Summary: Jerome meets Y/N in Arkham. Warnings: swearing, mentions of past violence A/N: I know it sucks but it's my first fic so bear with me.

Jerome had only been at Arkham for a week, yet he was already tempted to commit a second murder as he noticed a migraine waiting to happen had strolled right into the cafeteria.

"Hey, Ginger." Flashing a toothy grin, Greenwood plopped down on the chair across from him, and Jerome wondered if he'd be able to rip out a couple of the cannibal's rotted teeth before any of the guards had time to stop him.

"What do you want, Greenwood?"Jerome rolled his eyes and said in a bored tone.

"You see that girl over there?" He motioned towards a girl with dishevelled hair as if she hadn't brushed it in some time, and a blanket was falling off her shoulders as she doodled furiously on a piece of paper. "I dare you to spill this one her notebook."

Greenwood smirked while sliding him a plastic cup filled halfway with what Jerome hoped was water.

"No." Jerome, with a dangerous smile, slid the cup back. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Greenwood's shenanigans.

"I'm not asking, Ginger," Greenwood smirked, shoving the cup back to Jerome.

"Not interested." Jerome roughly grabbed a hold of the cup as he got ready to shove it up Greenwood's-

"Why? Because you're weak?"

Jerome froze.

He had two options. He could go over to that girl, "accidentally" spill whatever was in the cup onto her notebook, and risk her never wanting to talk to him. Or, he could refuse and prove to Greenwood and everyone else in this hell hole that he is weak, boring, and he is already walking towards her.

"Mind if I sit down?" He huffed in a bored tone.

The girl studied him for a moment before nodding her head and watching him take the seat across from her. She quickly shut the notebook before Jerome could sneak a peak at what she was drawing.

"I saw you talking to Greenwood, so I know he probably told you to pull my hair or throw that drink in my face," She grumbled.

"How did you-"

"He always tells the new inmates to be mean to me." She leaned back in her chair, fixing her blanket so that it no longer fell off her shoulders, and glaring at him as though expecting him to deny it. Instead, he asked her why Greenwood hated her so much.

At his question, she perked up. Before, she was able to hid it well, but now he could see the insanity lingering in her eyes. And her smile- Jerome nearly feel out of seat at sight of it. It was crazy, beautiful, and made it obvious she was up to no good.

"Did you know that Greenwood is afraid of spiders?" She leaned towards him conspiringly. Jerome wasn't entirely sure where this was going but he knew he liked what he was hearing.

"I'm listening," he smirked devilishly.

"One time," She beamed, "Bitsy got lost and somehow ended up in Greenwood's cell. He thinks I put him there on purpose."

She looked around, ensuring there were no witnesses before she lifted a large hairy tarantula from her lap just enough so that only Jerome could see it. There was nothing itsy about Bitsy at all. In fact, he could see why Greenwood would be freaked out by it.

"I used to have a pet snake," She mumbled sadly, "but my parents gave him to my cousin after I got locked up."

"You would have loved the circus," Jerome said, remembering how Haly's Circus had all sorts of animals.

"Have you ever been?" Her face lit up with excitement. "I've never been to a circus but I've always wanted to be one of those circus acrobats that swing from those really high bars without a net-"

"A trapeze artist?"

"Yeah!" She exclaimed louder than necessary, earning the attention of some of the other inmates. "And the animals are really cool too, though I'm glad they aren't shown at circuses anymore."

"Not at the one I'm from," Jerome scoffed. The memory of being forced to clean out the elephant cage on a scalding summer day caused him to grit his teeth.

"You're from the circus?" She asked, obviously wanting to know more.

"My mom was a snake dancer," he plastered on a smile. "You know, the snake was actually the one that led those dumb cops to her body."

"No!'" She gasped incredulously.

"Yeah." He nodded. His mouth curved into a wicked smile as a fun idea popped into his head. "So, back to Greenwood, I think I know how to get him off our backs."

"How?"

After talking to her, Jerome sauntered back to his own table where Greenwood waited impatiently. Despite his smile, he was clearly fuming.

"I knew you were too much of a wuss to do it," He sneered, although Jerome wasn't bothered by it. It just made what he planned to do a hundred times more worth it.

"You were right," Jerome shrugged, placing the cup back in front of Greenwood.

"What'd she do? Bat her eyelashes at you till you chickened out?"

"Something like that." Jerome grinned in anticipation. Greenwood brought the cup to his lips only to let out a blood-curdling screech as he threw the cup across the room.

The girl's laugh echoed through the cafeteria, gaining everybody's attention.

"You little-" Greenwood roared, charging towards the girl who looked more elated than frightened by his outburst. He never got the chance to do anything because, as soon as the guards burst in, the whole room went into a frenzy.

Half the inmates were in a panic, due to the guards tackling Greenwood. Some were screaming, crying, running around, and a few pretended to be injured. In the middle of all the chaos, Jerome spotted Y/N on the far side of the room gently picking Bitsy up and hiding him in her blanket. Then, she approached him.

"That was amazing!" She grinned. She took her notebook out from under her blanket, placed it on the table, and flipped to the last page. Carefully, she ripped the page from the notebook and handed it to him.

On the paper was a surprisingly well-drawn portrait of himself and in the bottom corner she wrote:

To Ginger -From Y/N

[evermourning]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 - hwang hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader (bewitched series pt. 5)

genre: angst, hurt/no comfort, non!idol au

wc: 1k

warnings: language, mentions of anxiety, hyunjin's character is in no way meant to resemble his personality. this is a work of fiction.

the ocean, for as long as you remembered, had been a fundamental part of your life. summer visits as a child, long walks with pets, the entirety of the area was such a tranquil space for you.

when you broke up with your first boyfriend, you relinquished your tears to the ocean's salty waters, slowly melding into the cycle where they would eventually fall from a cloud as gracefully as they did from your tear ducts, beginning anew.

you took your latest love, hyunjin, to the beach a lot. he really loved it there, as there was this sparkle in his chocolate eyes that wasn't there when he was forced to wade throughs the crowds of the bustling city.

sometimes during the summer, if the beach wasn't that crowded, you'd sit on a blanket of intricately woven threads, cross-legged with your feet in the sand, and the wind blowing. hyunjin would sit next to you, chewing on his bottom lip as his paintbrush waltzed across the canvas. as it twirled, colors as vibrant as the sky and as deep as the ocean made themselves known as they spun and spun and spun.

"you're such a talented person, hyune." you murmured, the smooth strokes of his brush putting you in a trance. "you truly are an artist, every moment you make is fluid, yet precise. it's so alluring."

he'd chuckled, turning to face you with a soft smile on his lips.

"that's the most beautifully romantic thing i've heard in a while, my dear." the sweet words flowed easily, sounding so natural to you. "i'd love it if you watched me paint forever and ever."

this would no longer be possible.

you were sitting on your blanket, staring out at the far horizon, feeling completely lost, and hyunjin was back in the big city, somebody new in between his arms.

you should've figured, anyways. that was where hyunjin was meant to be. he just clicked in the hub of culture, where many differences meshed together to form something unique and beautiful. the city wasn't for everyone, especially not you. the loud noises and hustle and bustle were just too much for an easygoing person like yourself.

the spot next to you, designated for hyunjin was empty, replaced by purely air. you stared off into space, zoned out, thinking about how you deserved it. in the end, you were too scared of your own feelings. you shouldn't even be considered for hyunjin's love, not if he'd already decided to run along to the next person. you couldn't hate whoever it was, they probably lived a life just like yours: relishing the simple moments, finding happiness in every inch of their life, crying when things didn't go as they wanted them to.

the morning hyunjin left was engraved deep into your mind. you had fought bad the night before. when you woke up, he was packing his things into a suitcase.

"so you're leaving? we're done, then?" you'd said meekly. half of you wanted to latch onto him and hug him tight, so that he'd stay. but you knew it was too late.

"i guess we are. i need some space, you know? this relationship ending has really taken a toll on me." you knew better. you wanted to reach for him, to tell him he didn't have to hide.

it's okay, i understand. you wanted to say. but in all reality, you didn't. you didn't understand why he had to leave you, lost in a rip current, flailing your arms, attempting to tread water when all you were doing was leading closer and closer to suffocation.

you could've fought. you could've chased after him, sobbed about how you were nothing without him, but instead you stood under the awning as rain poured around you, watching him get into the car and fade out of view as your eyes became blurry with a different falling drop of water. it hurt too much, you concluded, after surgically examining the entire relationship, to try. if he'd told you he didn't love you anymore, you would've been absolutely shattered and stomped on.

it wasn't the same. the mountains and valleys wept in his absence. the rivers grew dry, the leaves died and fell, and it was bitterly cold again. it felt as if mother nature was mourning with you, her frozen tears falling gently to bed your incessant worrying. in the cold months, sunsets weren't the same, either. once a radiant array of colors and vibrancy was now muted and dull as the warm months bid the earth adieu.

you never stopped to admire the sun's swan song anymore.

closing your eyes, your brain flooded with pictures of hyunjin and his old flame, rekindled by his silver lighter. her face was blurred in your head, and if you imagined hard enough, her face was replaced by yours. those dreams ended in tragedy.

"i wonder if yn still misses you." she commented, her tone high-pitced and nasally. she sounds like she's been laughing. "that'd be so fucking funny, aha."

a low chuckle is elicited from the very same lips that used to trace every inch of your skin, mumbling about how you were the very essence of perfection in an imperfect world.

"yeah, i do think it's hilarious. they really thought i was the one, huh? they're definitely miserable."

you woke up, your heart pounding and struggling to take a breath until you slowly breathed in and out. in and out. in...and out.

was it your anxiety ruining every little thing? were you too young to fall in love? was it your inability to confront or communicate?

or was it simply that you were just unlovable?

as you were fighting collapsing and sobbing until you choked and died on your own tears, hyunjin's wicked plan was to completely move on. so damn wicked.

why did he have to leave?

@evermourning, ©2023. all rights reserved.

[dizzydispatch]

The Roof is on Fire: Part 1 (Backstory)

Content warning: dead pet, house fire

"The roof. The roof. The roof is on fire."

These were the lyrics from the song he showed me upon dubbing me "Fire King." A crudely-photoshopped image of my face superimposed onto the profile of Fire Lord Ozai became my contact photo in his phone. The nickname came after my best friend Andy and I spent a weekend up in a rural woodland cabin. After assuring me he'd be able to start the woodstove fire-- after all, hadn't our families first bonded over a shared Boy Scouts troop?-- it started to seem as though we were fated to spend the weekend shivering. "Let me try," I said.

Begrudgingly, he offered me the lighter and wad of newspaper kindling, scooting aside to give me access to the stove. It took me a while, and for a few minutes there, his smug look told me that he'd doubted my ability to do what he couldn't from the beginning. But then, I figured it out. The trick was to keep at it, starting small with sticks and brush, before easing the heavier logs into the flame and allowing them to take gradually to the flame. "Hail, the Fire King!" Andy cried, feigning a royal bow. 

The fire seemed to catch so slowly, I couldn't imagine how things like house fires got to be so out of control. After all, if I couldn't WILL the logs to catch, what did a modern house made to resist conflagration have to worry about?

I wouldn't find out for another few months.

It was a Thursday in early May. I had been hired at the Deaf school two weeks ago, and I was just starting to settle into the job. It wasn't what I wanted to be doing, but it was a job, and since I was living rent-free with my parents, I could put all of my money towards those pesky student loans. One of the perks of living at home was my dad's willingness to occasionally trade cars with me, bringing mine to the mechanic for me so I didn't get ripped off. 

That's why I didn't answer the first time my little brother called me. Or the second. I figured, he's mad because I have Dad's car. I knew he wanted to buy it off of our father, and he probably had scheduled some preemptive appointment to tint the windows or have some other modification done. But by the fifth or sixth consecutive call, I figured I'd have to address him eventually. When my coworker came  back into the room, I asked if she could handle the class for a minute. 

"My brother is spam calling," I told her. In sign language, this looked like "MY BROTHER / CALL / CALL / CALL / (eyeroll)". As I slipped out I told her: "I've just gotta make sure it's not an emergency."

In the nearly deserted hallway, I didn't worry too much about letting some irritation creep into my tone when I answered. "This better be goddamn important," I told him. "I'm at work."

"It is," he responded, just as rudely. "The house is on fire, and your cat is probably dead."

My first impulse was to laugh. "Very funny," I told him. "What's really going on?"

I felt the buzz of my phone and saw that he was trying to FaceTime me. That's when it hit me that he wasn't kidding. With trembling fingers, I accepted the request, and the first thing I saw was the blurry feed of our house, and a big red firetruck in front. 

Dazed, I sank to the ground in the middle of the school hallway. I opened my mouth but nothing came out at first, so I tried again. This time, my scratchy, dry voice made out, "Is... is everyone out?"

"The family is safe," he assured me. "Mom was at work, Dad's here with me." (And of course, the other brother was out of state for college.) "It's only Tilly they can't find."

Tilly.

I took a shaky breath and cleared my face. It was imperative that my students never see me as anything but happy or neutral.

 "Everything okay?" my coworker asked as I reentered the classroom, face a blank slate.

I shook my head imperceptivity. 

She gave me an inquisitive look. I glanced at the students, none of whom were looking my direction. Still, I shielded my hand with the other as I signed two words: HOUSE, and FIRE. Her eyes widened, and she shooed me away, silently telling me to take care of myself and leave the classroom to her. 

I nodded once and left the room. I was going to cry; that much I could feel in my gut. I sought out the office once dubbed our team's "designated cry room." But when I slipped around the corner, I was brought up short by the sight of a closed door. This meant Jen was either interviewing a new applicant, or meeting with a prospective family. Next door to her, however, the program director for the hearing program also housed at the school seemed to have an empty office.

“Hi,” I said, poking my head through the open door. “Are you busy?”

She looked up, surprised. “Not really,” she admitted, her brows furrowing.

“No meetings scheduled--” I checked my watch, "--in the last two hours or so of the school day?”

“No…” I could tell she was wondering why someone from the other program was looking to speak to her, but before she had the chance to ask, I closed the door behind me. 

“Great,” I said, collapsing into her chair. “I need a place to cry.” 

Out from under the prying eyes of students and curious TAs, I could’ve let the floodgates open, but some latent instinct allowed me to first dial the first emergency contact on my phone. 

Andy picked up before the first ring ended. “I heard,” he said. 

A silent gratitude welled up inside of me, in spite of everything. I melted like hot wax, and the tears came silently as I curled up on this strange woman’s office chair. 

“Tilly,” I whimpered. 

“I know,” he said. “We’re going to find her. Do you need me to come get you?” 

I shook my head, which of course he couldn’t hear. The voice I was able to manage was hardly more than a croak. “No.” 

Not-Jen looked at me, bewildered. She asked me the question, what is going on? without words. Her eyes searched my face, and I imagined she was wondering if either program had ever had to section a new hire so quickly. Mental breakdowns were common enough in a place like this, but only a few ended in institutionalization. I pictured, hysterically, this woman slowly reaching under her desk for a secret button, like a bank teller in a robbery, alerting squads of uniformed people armed not with police-issue .45s but straightjackets and tranq darts. The idea was so comically ridiculous that I found myself laughing through the tears, surely only reinforcing her notions regarding my sanity. 

I told her simply, “My house is on fire.” 

This broke her frozen expression, and her face melted into one of sympathy and concern. “Is everyone okay?”

Lifting the phone again, I said to both her and Andy, “My family is all accounted for. The only one missing is my cat, Tilly.” 

She made a sound like a squeaky toy being stepped on, and stepped around her desk to sit in the chair beside mine. Her hand was steady on my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured. 

The sob was loud and choked, and I stifled the next one, concerned the occupants of the adjacent office might overhear. Not-Jen introduced herself as Cheryl, and I let her put her skinny arms around my shoulders as I continued to weep. Andy spoke soothingly from somewhere far away, giving me updates as he got them through the steady, reliable grapevine that interlaced our families. My family was in the care of the Red Cross. The fire department had gone to a second alarm.

Cheryl tried to console me, too, telling me, “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Cats are incredible hiders."

But they didn't find Tilly until the fire had been extinguished.Tilly, my cat, the first pet that was ever only mine.

It was my mom called me next. I was in my dad's car, sitting in the back parking lot, trying to decide where to go. Home? What would even be left of it? They wouldn't have put my parents up in a hotel yet. It was too soon. I was just settling on calling Andy when my phone rang.

"Mom?"

I could hear her tears when she spoke in a broken, tiny voice: "They found Tilly."

My heart sank into my stomach. "And-- I mean, is she--"

"I'm so sorry, honey."

I don't remember what I said. Maybe I didn't say anything, and just hung up. The next thing I remember is crying harder than I can remember crying in my adult life. The catharsis was immediate and relieving, and I knew as the weeping spell wound down that I would call Andy.

When I arrived at his place, Andy's mom greeted me with a hug that seemed to last eternity. Whitney is a short, plump woman from whom Andy had inherited his ocean-blue eyes, and in her arms I felt small in spite of the six inches of height I have on her. Like a little kid whose auntie took on the roll of secondary mother without needing to be asked. She didn't make me talk, and I found it comforting to remain in my silence, a state uncommon to one as loquacious as I am. I curled up in a ball on the corner of their brown leather couch, sinking endlessly into the deep cushions as though it could swallow me whole.

I stayed there, practically comatose, until Whitney insisted I let her buy me some essentials. She handed Andy her credit card and told him not to think twice about the expense, and soon enough we were on the way to Walmart.

I picked out a toothbrush, some travel hygiene essentials, some sweats to sleep in tonight and a set of fresh work-appropriate clothes for the next day. I didn't bother to style the outfit to match my usual pseudo-gothic preferences, but simply tossed some clothes that seemed close to my size into the cart. Andy added some snacks and a gluten-free frozen dinner for that night, and a bandana. Black, with red roses, matching my aesthetic perfectly. I hadn't even thought about my bandana collection, but Andy, my best friend since the first grade, knew me better than anyone. To this day I have that bandana, the first in my new collection.

On the way home, I fiddled with the music. Usually, Andy and I would bicker about what to play in the car, but I guess having your house burn down wins you some privileges because he let me have full control of the aux.

The roof. The roof. The roof is on fire.

"Wow," Andy remarked. "Your Spotify algorithm is really insensitive, huh?"

"No," I said. "I picked it. I made a playlist."

His brow furrowed, and he leaned over to look, but I smacked him away and snipped something about watching the road. "The last thing my family needs is for all of us to survive a housefire only to have one of us die in a car crash," I remarked.

His eyes bugged for a second, and then we were both laughing. At the next red light, I showed him the playlist, comprised solely of fire-related songs. "If you read the titles in order, they kind of tell a story," I said. "See? Lithium and Battery, because it was a lithium-ion battery that started it. Lady Gaga's 911, because the first thing you do is call 9-1-1, and Get Low because they tell you--"

"I get it," Andy said, chuckling darkly. "This is so morbid."

"I think it's funny."

He looked at me for a moment before informing me, "Your sense of humor is broken."

I thought about that for a long time, and then suddenly I was laughing. I couldn't stop laughing. I tried to answer his demanding gaze, but I got as far as "What do you call--" before I burst out again. Andy laughed with me, puzzled, but content that I didn't seem so miserable anymore. Finally, after several false starts that dissolved into hopeless giggles, I got the set up of the joke out.

"What do you call an elusive psychic who survives a house fire?"

Andy, already groaning, generously humored me. "What?"

"A rare medium well-done," I choked out, and then we were both howling. It's probably sheer luck that we didn't crash on the way home, because the rest of the drive was spent in hysterics, the two of us taking turns volleying all of the fire-related jokes...

"Did you hear about the fire in the shoe factory? Many soles were lost."

"My grandfather always said, “Fight fire with fire.” He was a great man, but a terrible firefighter."

"Why do ducks have flat feet? To stomp out forest fires. Why do elephants have flat feet? To stomp out flaming ducks!"

...while the stereo played that old familiar song, and we laughed at the sheer absurdity of it all. The roof. The roof. The roof is on fire...

And that's when I knew I'd be okay.

[truly-quirkless-a]

Type: Lore/History Timeline: Start of MHA, S1 (A few hours after This Writing) Location: Musutafu, Japan

So.

This ended up being double the length of the previous one- (it's about 4k words long). Yet again, open at your own risk.

[]

"...no fuckin' way..." Fin trailed off.

They'd finally noticed it, after waving All Might off after the inspection- their Words had been glowing. They had stared, mind reeling over the day. Had their Words been glowing when they woke up?--- No, they remembered petting Prism before leaving for work- watching the feline bump her head against their wrist, a soft meow filling the apartment before they'd disappeared.

They'd only spoken to their coworkers, today- those who worked under and alongside them in repairing the sites for when classes began the next week. Of course, Fin would be drowning in paperwork tomorrow- but they weren't about to shuffle that off to their subordinates. They found their breath catching, even as the white light began to fade as it settled in.

Useless.

...they'd found their soulmate...they sat down in their car, for a moment tempted to look the Hero's name up-- but they could wait until they got home. Prism would be a welcome sight after such a long day...their vision snapped to the time.

18:54. It was nearly seven.... A breath out.

Their phone unlocked, the screen flickering towards a picture of a beach at night- the waves glowing a faint blue. For a moment, they thought of that man's eyes- sky-blue hidden by shadow...or so they assumed. Though- the smile felt... Wrong. Like a show...

[All Might]

May as well go down the rabbit hole...

[]

He was...famous.-- More than famous, it seemed their soulmate- this 'All Might'- was unparalleled. A beacon- a Symbol of Peace- keeping the world safe for years...and always with such a bright smile on his face, surrounded by so many other Pro Heroes...

"....I..."

If it weren't for my generosity, you'd be dead.

He was marred.- Of course he was. He was the top of the top- the pinnacle of humanity. Earth's No. 1 Hero. The strongest. And always with a damn bright smile, telling everyone they'd be okay.

And he was tied to them.

Weak, useless Finley Well.

They wanted nothing more than to rip the Words clear out of their skin. They didn't deserve him- they didn't deserve anything. He was surrounded by so many like-minded peers- why would he- no, he wouldn't. Some- some soulmates...

He'd reject the tie.

Of course he would...

They were Quirkless- related to a villain- they were nothing. Less than nothing. Knowing them- it was a liability. That...was probably why he hadn't said anything, wasn't it? It was a silent rejection- content to let them never know...but they'd found out.

Useless bitch.

He'd reject them for sure, if they ever brought it up. He probably already had a partner- surrounded by so many amazing choices, there was no chance in Hell he was single. Even if he was...soulmates didn't necessarily go that path- and he hadn't even- he hadn't SAID ANYTHING.

Even their soulmate....

You're worthless.

They'd just...not bring it up.- Avoid him. If he spoke to them...they'd respond, but that was as far as they'd go. They'd respect his decision...even as their stomach twisted in painful knots. It was stronger than the lingering pain from years of untreated internal injuries- enough to make them worry they'd repaint their car's interior...but they tried to ignore it as they turned the ignition in their car.

Maybe they'd just...

Buy a tin of cookies, and drown themself in it when they got home.

This would pass- they just had to hold on.

[]

Of course Nezu had made sure their phone number was in the file...up until that day, he hadn't believed some of the speculated rumors about the mouse- that he just knew who was tied to who...but it would seem he did, that gleam of knowing in the principal's eyes taking on a fresher meaning as Toshinori sighed. Even though he tried not to, the number was already seared into his head- as was their smiling face, freckles on their cheeks...the gently outstretched hand, looking at him like just another person- not some pedestal to reach up to...not some lowly rat in the dirt.

They just saw a man...

He was walking back towards his apartment. It had been a few hours- and he'd used up more time he thought he didn't have as All Might, anymore. A robbery here, a car crash there- all dealt with in record time. The sun was disappearing on the horizon, night falling inch-by-inch... The streetlights flickered on.

He should really pick up some more food, before he got home... A cursory check of his phone revealed the time- 19:31. Yeah, he was overdue to eat. Yagi didn't bother with checking those around him. There was usually a slight berth around his person when he was in his True Form- nearly like he was riddled with some disease. He supposed, to the people, he looked it- frail, unnaturally tall, with a face like a skeleton's, eyes a pitch-black that was unheard of, even in such a Quirk-prominent society.

He had long-gotten-rid of his suit's jacket, draping it over a shoulder as he walked through the streets. At least like this, he wouldn't be mobbed...

"...maybe soup, tonight..." Though he'd probably have to go the fast-and-easy route...he could purchase a few Nutri-Grain bars to tide him over until then. There was a store near his house, so he'd just drop by on the way. His plans set, the male found himself walking a little faster. At least now, he knew what he was doing.

[]

Fin had put in their earbuds. They'd managed to dry their tears, and swallow the panic...but it was brimming, just underneath the surface. They were jittery as they parked their car outside of a store near their home. It wasn't the best place- but it wasn't the worst. Hazel orbs were full of slight panic as they tried to focus on the music- not on the people.

I'm okay.

No one here really knew about their status as a Quirkless individual- but they still felt eyes on them as they wandered through the store. They'd found a display full of cookie tins, at the back of the place- and had smiled, reaching out for their favorite. Chocolate chip...what a flavor to drown in.

Danger.

Their anxiety just running wild.- But that was when their wrist began to ache. Fin glanced around. There was no way All Might was there- but they still felt concern stick up their throat. They spotted four other individuals in the store- besides the cashier and themself.

A tall, gangly blond at checkout- his back turned to them as he handed yen over...and three men near the doors, eyes shifting towards the blond. They'd like to consider themself an expert on this sort of thing- they'd been singled out plenty in their time...and the looks the men were tossing the blond's way...

They got in line behind the blond not a moment later, refusing to look in the direction of the strangers. Their music continued to blare, filling their ears and numbing the world around them. When he'd paid, and turned to leave- they had caught a split-second glimpse of his eyes... Burning bright blue. A sunken cheek, limbs thin, but strong...

He's pretty.

Of course they'd be that pathetic. They met their soulmate today- and now here they were, finding the first unconventional dude and thinking he was pretty...damnit. They pressed their yen down onto the counter with a very quiet 'thank you', unable to hear the cashier's response- instead reading their lips. They took their tin of cookies as they left the store- intent on just going home, and eating cookies until they passed out.

Or vomitted.

Whichever came first.

That was when the burn became exponentially stronger- their Words blazing to life with a fire that had one eye twitching. He was in danger. LOTS of it.

Fin pulled out an earbud, trying to be nonchalant- but that was when they caught the voices under the low-lying pain in their eardrums.

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Of.

Fucking.

COURSE.

Of course, he had to run into his soulmate while like this. It had only been for a moment, but he'd caught sight of them out the corner of his eye as he'd left the store. Dark brown hair, tousled from that construction cap from earlier- earbuds in both ears. Their Words were black, again. They knew.

They knew All Might was their soulmate.

Which meant they would hate him.

Of all the things Yagi had prepared all these years for, rejection wasn't amongst them- but it was quickly entering the realm of possibility. Fin wouldn't like him as he was- they would hate him, he was sure. They'd take one look- one damn look- at what they'd one day be stuck with...and cut it all short.

Words were incapable of destruction- an eternal bond to signify one's other half....

But there were some- who rejected it.

Rejected each other.

There was no way in Hell they'd accept him as he was. All Might? All Might could have anyone- but he'd held out, probably in the vain hopes he would one day find his other half...but now, they only knew him as the Hero. The dwindling Symbol of Peace, who would one day burn out.

He would be handing them an empty shell.

"Hey, old man!"

Shit.

He had started down an alleyway... A rookie mistake in the dark of night. He sighed softly, turning around to face the three youths now approaching him. The alleyway's stink was slowly beginning to shift-- turning... Sweet? One of the would-be robbers smirked, apparently thinking he had an easy target.

"Give us all your cash, and nobody gets h-"

"No." He didn't even bother to let them finish. Even if he was in his True Form- he was still a formidable force... Weak, yes- but he had training.

"You losin' your hearin', old timer?" One of the men stepped closer- a flash of something glinting in the darkness. It didn't take a genius to see the curve of a knife. Really.... They thought that would scare him? "He said GIVE US YOUR MONEY."

He'd already run out of time as All Might today- but he couldn't just transform and defeat these kids for their transgressions. He might get found out. The chances they'd be believed were low- but he didn't quite want to risk it. He would just take them on as he was...his eyes narrowed- an uneasy silence brimming in the air.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

Before the young men could react, an aluminum tin crashed into the ringleader's face- breaking open on impact and showering the trio in chocolate chip cookies. Yagi blinked, his eyes flashing towards the source-

"The Hell-?!"

"IT'S A KID!"

"GET HIM!"

"I'M TWENTY-SIX YOU SHITS!"

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"But I wonder, where were you?"

The song had switched as they'd stepped out of the store. The burning was gradually getting worse- their anxiety crawling further into their veins. They figured they were slightly pale by now, wanting to expel their stomach's contents from the worry burning in them. They wished they'd never met him. Ever.

All Might..

I'm so sorry.

"When I was at my worst, down on my knees?"

They took out an earbud, intent on changing the song- to something that would hopefully either lift their spirits, or drag them into a sobbing fit. Either path would work--- but when they took out the black tech, words drifted into their ringing eardrums.

"Give us all your cash, and nobody gets h-"

"And you said you had my back, so I wondered-"

"No." They made their way to the alley's entrance, hazel hues flickering over the scene. That tall man from the store- the pretty dude- with sunken cheeks and blazing blue eyes, was glaring at three men that seemed to be trying to corner him. Fire began to burn in Fin's mind- dragging across their thoughts.

Get away from him.

"--where were you, when all the roads you took came back to me?"

"You losin' your hearin', old timer?" One of them had stepped closer- and Fin could easily figure out the weapon from the hold. A small pocket knife, like the one screaming in their own pocket. It didn't occur to them that they'd begun to pull their cookie tin back- eyes narrowing.

GET AWAY FROM HIM.

"He said GIVE US YOUR MONEY."

"So I'm following the map that leads to you."

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

Fin's scream was accompanied by the feeling of the tin leaving their hand. They were already charging into the alley, moving faster than they remembered being able to. They felt sick to their stomach- rage blazing across their mind. Their pocket knife had flipped into their hand, open and ready, before they could comprehend it. Quirk users-- they didn't know the powers before them, but they weren't about to take the time to sort it out...not when all the men were already turning their way.

"The Hell-?!"

"IT'S A KID!"

"GET HIM!"

"I'M TWENTY-SIX YOU SHITS!"

Their abandoned earbud hit the ground, somewhere behind them. They leapt- slamming into the front-runner without a second thought. Horns...they'd seen dandelions. They didn't bother to sort it out. Everything was narrowing down in their head- you'll die if you lose.

"Pick on someone who can fight BACK!" Their knife slashed up. They could feel it slice through skin, kicking off the first body- only to slam back into another. Fin's foot smashed back- there was a pained squeal that filled the air. They rolled, dragging the heavier body with them.

That body had grown hard in seconds- coated in something that was ever-so-faintly sticky, and made the alleyway smell heavily of a candy shop. A candy Quirk? That could pose trouble-

A headache burst behind their eyes. They bit back a pained growl, spinning on impulse. The third man was currently glaring, a hand outstretched.

"BITCH!"

FIN- Yagi's voice caught in his throat. He took a step back as the trio engaged against the smaller human. It wasn't difficult to follow- but his own Words had begun to blaze, lighting up his arm in fire. Danger- save them--- but he didn't have- what---?

"Fin--?" His voice was strangled, barely a whisper in the air full of blows landing. Some people knew how to fight, yes- but this...this fighting--- the style- it was like an animal that had been backed into a corner- a familiar corner. There were no holds barred- he could see Fin's body twitch each time they had a split-second without an attack, their eyes lost in the heat of combat.

They raced towards the third- he'd begun to back up. Fin dove down, sweeping his legs out from under him. The headache instantly dissipated as the male fell on his ass, grunting from surprise. Couldn't let him get them again. Before their foot could connect--

SLC-

Their eyes snapped to the elongated slash on their left arm. It stopped just short of their Words- but it smelled- like chocolate. Great- candy poisoning. Lovely.

Take out the first one. They slammed their foot into the side of the downed psychic's head, not waiting to see if his eyes had snapped closed. They spun- just barely jumping high enough to avoid a sweep to their legs.

They leapt at their attacker- the male with dandelion-horns- and smacked the hilt of their knife into his forehead. His eyes went cross, before he fell. That just left the candy-maker--

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Tell me something I don't know.

Their soulmate deserved better.- They weren't worth it. But they could at least help this stranger, if only for a few minutes. A fist connected with their arm- a loud CRACK filling the sky. They blinked, tears brimming in their eyes- but still standing.

"YEAH! YOU WANT SOME MORE, BRAT?" Fin was before him in a second- a startled yelp flying from the man's mouth before it abruptly jammed shut, lower teeth slamming into upper from a solid uppercut. His body went flying a single foot before crashing to the ground...leaving an injured, bloodied Fin standing in an alleyway, three grown men groaning on the dirty concrete.

They turned to the stranger, that harsh look in their eyes quickly melting into an attempt at a comforting smile. They felt weak- fire blazed up and down their arm, blood beginning to collect around the edges of the candy that had been lodged into their open wound. It burned. The rest of their body was aching, as well- but the adrenaline kept them upright, so they'd be grateful for that, at least.

"Sorry about that- are y'okay, dude?"

"....why'd you..." No one ever helped him, like this.- No one save actual Heroes, and even then, it was generally because he had called out to them, not wanting to deal with his opponents himself. He could've handled the men- easily- but Fin...they had... "...do that...?"

"Huh-?" Fin paused. "....why'd I...-" They chuckled, looking away. In the moonlight...their skin looked a bit paler than it had at the site, earlier that day. His Words...they still ached. "....because I wouldn't be able t'forgive myself if I let some assholes beat up such a pretty man."

Absolute silence.

Fin realized what they'd just said- what they'd admitted- only after it was already in the air, too late to take back. They leaned against the wall of the alley, trying for all the world not to look like they were about to collapse. Shit.- They couldn't die in some back alley- not when All Might hadn't even retired, yet--- the world needed him. And, they'd just betrayed him. Called this random man pretty, this random person they'd only just met-

Their mind was swirling.

Toshinori had gone utterly still, his breath snagging in his throat. There were a lot of things about him to dislike. Gods knew, he'd gotten really good at thinking of them in the (rare) spaces of downtime he had left. Unattractive, old, falling apart- he wasn't even sure if he'd live to see three years in the future. And he'd long given up on finding his soulmate- after all, who'd even want him?

And then they'd gone and said that, not knowing the connection- not knowing him for him.

"...do you have anyone I can call? A friend- family- soulmate?" The last was spoken out of reflex...and it occurred to him as he said it- he was their soulmate. He hadn't even given them his number- goddamnit- well, giving out All Might's number would've been a bad move either way.

"WE'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" One of the men had cried out as he grabbed his downed comrade- but a deathly glare from Toshinori sent him sprinting for the alley's exit. He turned his attention back to Fin- the brunet of whom was giving him a quiet once-over.

"....no, no,- and he's probably either on a hot date, or beating the shit out of something way worse right now." Fin counted off. Yagi felt as though he'd been hit by a brick- hot date-?! He slapped a hand over his mouth, coughing wetly into it as blood surged over his tongue. The familiar taste of iron flooded his taste buds as he devolved into a coughing fit, right in front of the other.

"Oh shit-!" Fin pushed off the wall. They closed the distance in seconds. He could easily make out the droplets of crimson as they splattered on the ground- the cut that had his own Words throbbing. Injured. His soulmate was injured- badly- and they weren't even flinching---!

They'd taken down three men with Quirks, without having one- just using a knife...!

They hadn't so much as flinched when they'd gotten hurt...

And now here they were, worry flooding their face as their hands hovered near his arms, as if wanting to steady him but unsure how.

"...I'm alright...-- But...why do you think your soulmate would be on a date right now? He has you, doesn't he?" Fin took a step back. Shit. Shit, shit shit shit shit... The questions were beginning to pile- but the feeling of his Words... The cut....

Plnk.

"...he's surrounded by folks that're better for him." Fin's voice had quieted. "...don't tell him, but-...y'know, he's just...more?" They scratched at their cheek with their good hand. "I mean- the guy's...well- he's pretty famous, far as I can tell. I figure- y'know, he won't want some random fucker like me. I basically...marred him- with my Words..." They were beginning to feel faint. "...shit...--I gotta..." They took a step back. "...needa get home..."

Toshinori took a step forward- one hand rising. He didn't quite touch them- but he was close. His soulmate did, in fact, look pale...seriously so. That was why his Words were still aching.

"You need a hospital." He did grab their arm, that time. "Please- let me help you." The hints were there- he thought he'd been protecting them- for years... But the way they fought- the way they reacted...those weren't the reactions of someone with a peaceful, safe life. "This is going to hurt- but just for a second." He reached for the candy...and ripped it out in one fluid motion. The bloody-sweet concoction fell to the ground as he grabbed his suit jacket, and tore off a shred of fabric.

"...this should help stem the bleeding, until I can get you to one..."

"Dude- woah- dude-!" Fin's hand landed on Yagi's wrist. "-it's alright, I can take care of this myself- you didn't have t'rip your jacket...!!" He was already tying it around their injury...the yellow fabric was quickly beginning to stain red. Their head was swimming....fuck... "....agh.."

Worse.

There wasn't time- not at the rate Fin was getting worse. Well. Maybe there was- but worry was beginning to overpower logic.

"Fin,- I...I'm going to do something, but I need you to trust me- and not tell a single soul, alright?" Their eyes had caught on the inside of Toshinori's left arm- two Words, written in handwriting they knew too well.

Oh, hi!

"How do you-"

"Do you trust me?" The two met eyes. For a moment... Fin felt...safe. Like they were looking into something so familiar-- their thoughts were fogging further, growing faint around the edges. They were going to collapse, soon- Fin knew this feeling way too well to not know.

"...yes." That was all the confirmation he needed. He didn't know how much time was left- meeting Fin had probably increased the timer, but he wasn't sure by how much...but in this moment, he didn't care. He had to get them to a hospital. Smoke flooded the alleyway- coating him for a moment. Fin's confusion mounted as they felt the skeletal fingers gripping them gaining size, muscle filling in between bone and skin.

They coughed, the smoke burning their lungs- before strong arms pulled them close. They were pressed to a muscular chest, hazel eyes beginning to drift. Damnit...

"You're going to be okay." That voice--- where was the rough one? The scratchy cadence from that skeletal frame? This- it sounded...different, but they knew it. Like the pretty man's voice, it rang through their skull- a tuning fork that obliterated worry, that felt safe and familiar- their haven. Hands gripped them, gentle but strong, a body curling slightly-

Before, in a blast of air, they were airborne. Their vision was flickering in and out- but they could see him. Their soulmate, All Might....

Dressed in the same suit as that stranger, holding them close.

Their vision went totally black- but it took over a minute for their nerves to follow suit, their body gradually going numb.

There had to be a hospital nearby- there just had to... C'mon...!--- It took a few seconds to register, but the moment he recalled the exact location... His next landing, he changed trajectory- still holding Fin's body in his arms, his Words like Hellfire.

He was supposed to keep them safe.

And yet...

They'd gotten hurt...

Trying to save him.

[dehydration-stati0n]

{Yandere!Who's-Who x Reader}

Rules Word Count: 0.9k TW: Yandere Themes

You hid in the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling under the pressure it had to stay quiet. Footsteps were calmly and slowly approaching where you were. You threw your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your breathing. You wouldn't ever leave if it meant avoiding the man awaiting you on the other side of the door. You'd rather starve than let him get what he wanted.

"You're in a pretty bad position right now." You could hear his grin through the door. You knew he had bad intentions for you, and you were terrified.

You opted to not say anything. Maybe he would just go away? Maybe he didn't know you were hiding in there? You knew it was useless, he was a cat, after all. He could probably smell the fear that radiated off of you.

"I'll tell you what, if you can tell me where some other marine bases are, I won't hurt you. Is that a deal?" His voice was sweet but his words felt sadistic.

"W-What would you need with a Marine base?" You hesitantly asked.

"I think you know." His smile was only growing wider. You couldn't see it, but you knew he was having fun toying with you.

If you agreed to help him he'd kill everyone, but if you didn't he'd probably kill you. It was a hard decision to make, knowing you were almost certainly going to die gruesomely by his hand.

"I'll tell you." You started, "but you promise not to hurt me?"

"Of course, that was the deal."

You opened the door slowly, revealing the tall pirate. He was crouched down in an attempt to talk to you at eye level, however, he still towered over you.

"Lead the way." He grinned, bringing one of his large hands over to gently pet you.

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"You're a liar!" He breathed, pressing you up against the wall. Your arms were being restrained behind your back by him. Smoke filled your senses as he brought his face down closer to yours, his cigarette dangerously close to burning the back of your neck. "You think you're clever, huh? Did you think you'd get away with it?" He asked, his breath fanning over you.

"Get off of me!" You shouted at him, struggling in his grasp.

"I guess I can't blame you, I wasn't going to keep my end of the bargain either." He admitted, chuckling at your terrified form. He loved the way you trembled in his hold. "We're pretty similar, you and I."

"No, we're not! Don't compare me to someone like you!" Your confidence had gone up significantly, you assumed it was because you knew that no matter what you did you weren't getting out of this alive.

"Calm down, we can always make another deal."

"Yeah, cause that went really well the first time." You said, your words dripping with sarcasm.

"Don't get snarky." He said in a threateningly low tone, "You're lucky I haven't killed you yet."

You were suddenly ripped from the wall and brought into the air, face to face with the masked man. He held you by the back of your shirt, dangling you from his 11'0" height.

"You're kinda growing on me though, play your cards right and I might let you go." He told you, tapping his cigarette so the ash fell off.

"I'd rather die." You spat.

"I don't care what you'd rather do. I'll just break you into submission."

He wasn't lying when he said that. Every day for months he would beat and torture you, anything to get you to obey him. And eventually, it started to work. You'd listen to what he asked you to do, told him what he wanted to know.

As highly ranked as you were in the marines, you knew where a lot of bases and ships would be located. He'd made sure you still kept in touch with your higher-ups so he could gain the information he needed. Whenever he asked you always led him to the people who were once your comrades. And every time, without fail, he would slaughter them all.

You felt like shit. Some nights all you would do was hit your head against the wall until Who's-Who stopped you or you knocked yourself unconscious. He openly laughed at your suffering. He didn't care. He only cared enough to make sure you weren't going to die. He still needed to extract his anger out on the World Government.

But some nights his attitude would change, and he would comfort you the best he could. He must've cared to an extent, or at least he needed to convince you he cared somewhat so you didn't kill yourself or try to run away.

"Don't beat yourself up over all this," He'd tell you, "Anyone in your position would do the same."

You couldn't complain too much, he had the decency to feed you and give you things you wanted. After robbing the bases, he'd always buy you a gift to show how much he appreciated your cooperation. You'd be lying if you said you weren't starting to grow feelings for the pink-haired man. Sometimes you'd feel genuinely happy to be able to help him. Maybe this little relationship between the two of you wasn't so bad.

[aesteraceae]

Lace Collar

Pairing: Minho /Jisung/Felix

Summary: Minho accidentally sends a video to Felix instead of Jisung. Shenanigans ensue.

This fic was created for the @skzseasons June event!

Tags below the cut!

Tags: heavy petplay, accidental voyeurism (and then intentional voyeurism), threesome, pre-established Minho/Jisung, petnames & degradation, face fucking, spit roasting, leashes and collars, dom/master Jisung, sub/pet Minho, sub/pet Felix, Minho is a brat, sex toys, kink negotiation, muzzles, fingering, edging, biting, subspace, light breath play

Taglist: @sunnyville36

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Minho might have fucked up.

Actually, scratch that, he definitely did.

He stares down at his phone, the open messaging screen with "Yongbokie" right at the top, and the little preview of the video Minho had sent him last night.

Minho wants to break something.

He wants to rip at something that will give under his strength, let him get out the nervous tension coursing through his veins, and normally he'd go to Jisung to play but now that didn't seem appropriate.

It's probably insanity that drives his next move, actually clicking on the video just to make sure it was the one Minho suspected.

The screen is dark and it's silent for a moment before Minho picks up the phone, flushed face right in the middle of the camera, fake cat ears atop his head. The camera zooms out to show his entire body, face down ass up on the bed with one of Jisung's shirts on and a tail butt plug in.

"Master..." Recording Minho moans, and Minho hurls his phone across the room.

It doesn't crack, and Minho almost wishes it would so he could claim his phone glitched out and sent it on accident.

His phone buzzes and he groans, dragging his feet as he goes to retrieve it.

Thankfully it's not from Felix telling him to fuck off, instead it's just a reminder from their manager about the performance they had this morning.

Great.

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What to do when your friend sends you a sext video

What to do when you maybe get turned on by your friend sending you a sex video

Petplay

Tail butt plugs

Fake cat ears

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Felix paces around his room, pointedly avoiding his phone on the bed. It wasn't doing much of course, because his brain had done nothing but replay that video in his brain since he saw it this morning, and it only got worse when he saw Minho at the performance today.

This was weird, right?

He should be upset. Minho, his best friend, sent him a video of him moaning and pretending to be a cat, fucking himself with a butt plug until he cums. That should be weird!

Felix wasn't attracted to Minho, was he? They were just friends, close friends sure but friends nonetheless. And even if somehow Felix did have a crush on him, there was no way it was reciprocated.

The video wasn't meant for him.

Why does that make him more upset than the video itself?

Felix collapses on the floor and pushes his head between his knees. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

"Felix? Can you come to my room please?"

Felix snaps his head up, scrambling to look like he wasn't halfway to a panic attack.

"Oh, yeah! Just give me one second, I'll be right over!"

His voice is too cheery, but Jisung doesn't call him on it. Felix listens to his footsteps retreat as he throws on actual clothes and tries to fix his hair.

Jisung's door is closed when Felix finally gets there, so he knocks. Three short taps, and Felix almost wants to run away.

Minho opens the door, looking disgruntled, and Felix takes a step back.

"Come in, Felix!"

Jisung yells, and Felix can see him lounging back on the bed, the picture of calm. He even looks a little amused, which might be worse than angry.

Minho moves out of the way and sits on the floor by the bed, refusing to look Felix in the eye.

"Okay. First of all, I want both of you to relax, Jesus Christ."

There's laughter in Jisung's voice, and it strangely does make some of the tension leave Felix's shoulders.

"Good. Min, tell him what's up."

Minho jumps a little, and his eyes flicker from Jisung's face to Felix's for a second, before he rests his gaze on his hands.

"I... I messed up. I sent you that video by accident, I meant to send it to Jisung."

Oh.

"Chan owes me dinner."

Jisung laughs, a soft, giggling thing, and Felix sits down on the floor next to Minho.

"Yeah. We've been doing this for a couple of months now, but the videos were new. I guess we still need to troubleshoot."

"I'm sorry. I watched it, I know I shouldn't have but I just- I was curious and then I couldn't..."

Felix glances up at Minho and jumps, startled by the hunger in his gaze. After watching the video, Felix could recognize need in Minho's eyes from a mile away.

"Fuck, that's hot."

Jisung mumbles, and Felix looks up to see him staring at the both of them, something predatory in his smile.

"Who did you imagine being, Lix?"

Felix blinks at Jisung's question, confused, before the pieces slot together.

He can't answer. He can't. How is he supposed to explain to them that no, he didn't fantasize about dominating Minho, instead he imagined being right next to him, a matching pair of ears atop his head. He imagined them fucking each other, begging to cum, begging to make each other cum, so needy but unwilling to disobey—

"No one. I... I didn't want to be in Minho's place, I..."

Jisung laughs, almost a purr as he stands up, suddenly towering over them both.

"Oh, I see. You wanted to be there with him, huh? I bet you thought about helping him fuck himself to make a good show for me, yeah?"

The whimper that leaves Felix's mouth is mortifying, but he can't help it when Jisung looks like this.

"Be nice to him, Jisung, he's embarrassed."

Minho's voice is soft, something cool to cling to while he feels like his insides are being burned alive by Jisung's stare.

"I'm just teasing, don't worry."

He kneels down to their level now, eyes suddenly serious.

"Felix, what do you want this to be? I don't want you to be uncomfortable, you can leave if you want to."

Felix is shaking his head before Jisung's finished talking, reaching out to hold his hand. Minho takes the other one, and Felix takes some of their confidence for himself.

"I want to stay. I want to... I want that. I don't want to impose or anything, I swear, but- that video was so hot, and I keep thinking about it and I want that."

Jisung smiles, dark and intense, and lets go of Felix's hand to place it on his head. He pets him like a tiny kitten, gentle and slow, like Felix might run from him at any second, and something inside of him breaks.

"You're not an imposition, little one. In fact, my kitten over here has been fretting over how to invite you to play for ages, now."

Minho swats Jisung's side, cheeks pink, and Felix can only smile at him because Jisung's still petting him and his brain doesn't really want to cooperate at the moment.

"I didn't mean to send the video, if that's what you're thinking. I planned to bring it up in a way that didn't make me look like a pervert."

Minho grumbles, refusing to look at either of them, and Felix crawls over to him.

"I didn't think you were a pervert. I thought you were hot. I wanted to be there, helping you."

Felix isn't sure why he says it, or how he says it, so calm, but the words feel natural on his tongue.

Minho catches his eye and before Felix can even blink his back is on the ground, Minho's lips hard against his. It takes Felix a second to catch up but once he does he's kissing back with fervor, whining when Minho pulls away for a second to bite his lip hard enough to bruise.

Felix is about to pull him back in when Minho flies off of him, shoved to the side by Jisung's boot.

"Bad kitty," Jisung says, voice laced with knives. "Did I say you could touch him?"

Felix blinks up at Minho, startled and a little concerned, but Minho just seems annoyed.

"What, like you didn't want to do the same thing?"

Bad idea.

Felix's brain flashes warning bells at that response, his natural urge to avoid conflict screaming at him to diffuse the situation. But... Minho didn't seem to care. In fact, he seemed... excited to push Jisung's buttons.

Oh.

Felix had read about brats before, but he quickly wrote it off as something that wasn't at all for him. He couldn't understand the logic behind it, and thinking about it usually just ended up with him feeling useless.

But watching it...

"I wanted to discuss what this session would look like. He's new. You look like a desperate cat in heat, pouncing on him like that."

Felix looks at Minho, eyes wide, eager to see what he responds with.

"He liked it. Didn't you?"

Felix jumps, stammering for a moment before he remembers how words work.

What was he supposed to say? He did like it, a lot, but saying so would be like picking a side, right?

He didn't want to be bad, but he wanted Minho to kiss him again, wanted Minho to do so much more than just kiss him.

He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a distressed whine, and Jisung pulls his head against his leg, petting him again.

"Oh, kitten," Jisung starts, and Felix almost whines again at the petname. "I'm sorry. You see, my kitten has a bit of a rebellious streak. No matter how hard I try to train him he just does things like that."

Felix glances at Minho, still pouting, and tries to give him an apologetic look.

"It's okay if you liked it, honey. And I promise you'll like a lot more that happens. Try not to feed into his traps, okay? He's got a very smooth tongue."

"Okay." Felix whispers, suddenly feeling like a bowl of jello under Jisung's hands.

"Alright, beautiful. I'd like to discuss some things now, if that's okay?"

"Mhm."

"Good. You've probably noticed that my dynamic with Minho is a bit... Aggressive."

Minho scoffs and starts to crawl towards them again, settling against Jisung's other leg.

"I have a feeling you're not interested in something like that, though, are you?"

Felix shakes his head, nuzzling his face into Jisung's leg. He's wearing soft sweatpants, and the fuzzy fabric feels nice against his cheek.

"No. I liked watching it though, I think."

"Oh? That works out well, then. Still, I'll cool it a little since this is our first time."

"Okay."

"Minho, tell him what safe words we use while I set up, won't you?"

Jisung stands, making sure to guide Felix's face away from his leg before he moves, but doesn't offer Minho the same courtesy. He glares at him for a second before huffing and turning back to Felix.

His eyes are considerably softer when he looks at Felix, and it's difficult to hold his gaze.

"Okay, so we use stoplight safe words. Green to keep going, yellow to slow down, and red to stop. It's simple so you remember it."

"Oh- Um, I know. I've... Researched."

Well, maybe researched isn't the correct word. Obsessed probably describes it better, late nights at his laptop with hundreds of tabs open, cross-referencing and following down rabbit holes.

BDSM caught his attention and didn't let go, and finding 'petplay' only made it worse. He'd be willing to bet he knew more about it than Jisung and Minho combined.

"Oh. Well, that makes this easier. How much do you know about petplay?"

Felix is sure that Minho doesn't want a textbook explanation, so instead he just smiles and says, "A lot. I want... I want to do it."

Minho gives him a strange look, then smiles, slow and teasing. "Jisung-ah, he's ready."

Jisung comes back over to them, petting Felix's head as he moves past to put a box on the bed.

"Lixie, come pick out a collar. Minho, kneel in the center of the room, please. Be quiet, if you know what's good for you."

Felix looks at the box, letting Jisung guide him onto the bed.

It's full of sex toys, some in cases and some out, and just thinking of all their uses makes Felix shudder.

Jisung pulls out a bag, pushing the box away to place it between them. He opens it, pulling out 6 square cases.

They're all wood, shiny and dark, and Felix can tell he spent a pretty penny on them.

He sets out opening them all, revealing gorgeous collars on soft white satin, and Felix is immediately drawn to a pink one, delicate and lacy.

He picks it up, running his fingers over the material, heart beating in his ears.

The main collar is made of thick leather, soft to the touch, even on the edges. It's pink, like spring flowers in a meadow, and there's a silver ring on the front.

What Felix is really interested in, though, is the lace. It's detailed, fanning out around the top and bottom of the collar with a pretty scalloped edge.

Felix looks up at Jisung, hopeful, and Jisung smiles at him.

Felix almost cries when Jisung puts it on him, the leather feeling perfect around his neck, so soft and tight.

It forces him to take deeper breaths, and it's tall enough that it keeps his neck straight.

"Do you like it, kitten?"

"Yes. I love it."

"Good. Go kneel right in front of Minho for me, okay kitten?"

"Yes."

"Call me master."

Felix swallows hard, thrilling at the feeling of his Adam's apple against the leather.

"Yes, master."

He crawls, rather than walks over to Minho, already slipping into subspace. Minho's head is bowed, so all Felix can see is his hair. He can't resist, he leans forward to kiss him. Minho doesn't move, but Felix hears him gasp before there's a hand in his hair, pulling him back. It doesn't hurt, but it's definitely not gentle.

"A few ground rules, kitten."

Jisung guides his head down, so he's staring down at his thighs.

"Your only job is to do what I say, like an obedient little kitten. You don't do anything that I don't explicitly tell you to, do you understand?"

Felix nods, cheeks burning with embarrassment. They'd just started and he'd already messed up.

"Yes, master."

"Good boy. I know you can be good for me."

Jisung steps away, but Felix doesn't dare crane his neck to see where he's going. Instead he looks at Minho, and works to match their breathing together for something to focus on.

Minho laughs when he notices, lifting his head just a bit to smile at him.

"Minho, strip Felix down, please. Keep your hands to yourself."

Minho looks up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"You heard what I said. Undress him, and don't use your hands."

"Are you insane? How am I supposed to do that?"

Jisung clicks his tongue, and in a split second Felix is on his back again, one of Jisung's hands on his chest and the other in Minho's hair.

"Use your mouth. Maybe you are just a stupid cat, I can't believe I have to show you something so simple."

His voice is harsh and mean and Felix cringes slightly, not a Jisung but at Minho.

Because instead of obeying, of apologizing, Minho bares his teeth at Jisung and pulls against the hand in his hair, not to get away but to challenge Jisung.

"Minho-" Felix barely gets the word out before Minho's on his back, Jisung towering over him with a downright venomous look in his eyes.

"I'm not sure what your fucking problem is," Jisung starts, voice dark and annoyed, but not necessarily angry. "but it's not an excuse to act like you've never been trained. We have a guest. Felix is the center of this session, not you. It's in your best interest to be on your best behavior for the rest of this session, do you understand me?"

Minho glares, and Felix is sure he's going to back down, but Minho spits in Jisung's face.

Felix gasps, watching Jisung for a reaction, nervous to even breathe and attract his ire.

Jisung stands up, grabs a towel off the bed and wipes his face, then turns to Felix.

"Kitten, come sit on the bed, please."

Felix looks at Minho, still on the floor, obviously startled by Jisung's reaction.

"Master..."

Felix bites his lip, looking between them hesitantly. Something was about to happen, and Felix didn't know what to do with the mixture of anticipation and anxiety in his chest.

"It's okay, little one. Come sit, come here baby."

His voice is soft and coaxing, like he's actually talking to a cat, and it's enough to draw a whine from Felix's mouth as he crawls over.

"That's a good boy, there you go. Lie on your stomach for me."

Felix obeys, letting Jisung help him onto the bed and settle into position. He takes off his pants and piles a few pillows under his hips and Felix has to focus very hard not to rut against them, skin prickling with heat.

"Minho." It's not a question, barely even an acknowledgment, "Come here. If you act up now, I'm going to tie you up and force you to watch me fuck Felix."

Minho crawls over to the bed, and Jisung drags him onto it by the hair.

"Sit against the headboard and open yourself up while I prep Felix."

Jisung hands Minho a bottle of lube and Minho obeys silently, obviously annoyed that his defiance didn't get much of a reaction.

Minho's position gives Felix a perfect view of him while he stretches himself out, thighs tensing as he slides in one finger, and then another. Felix is so preoccupied with Minho's soft moans that he jumps away from Jisung's cold fingers against his rim, slick lube sending shivers down his spine.

"Shh, easy, easy. Just relax."

Felix whines while Jisung grips his waist, settling him back against the pillows.

Jisung's fingers are slender and tactful, and soon Felix can't even see straight enough to watch Minho.

He's efficient and fast, but Felix still feels his fingers press against his prostate on every stroke.

He doesn't even realize he's babbling nonsense until Minho laughs at him, reaching out to brush his hair, and Felix rises to meet him, straining for something, anything, but he doesn't want to move away from Jisung's fingers and he's going to go insane if he doesn't get Minho's lips on his right now.

"Please, please master, let me kiss him, please!" Jisung hums, considering, fingers unrelenting in their assault on Felix's insides.

"Minnie, give our boy what he wants, yeah? He's earned it."

"Fuck, finally-"

Minho ducks down and kisses Felix with more intensity than he could even conceive, all tongue and teeth and heat.

"Please, please, please-"

Felix isn't even sure what he's begging for at this point, brain too focused on his skin, his mouth, his ass, his tongue.

Minho moans against his lips and he realizes that he's still fucking himself, hips working against what has to be an entire fist by now.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Felix warns, brain going into overdrive at the mere image of Minho fisting himself, at the feeling of his lips and teeth against his own.

"No." Jisung pulls his fingers out, and Felix considers screaming in anguish for a moment but decides against it, settling for a long whine.

Minho stops kissing him and says something Felix can't hear, and then he's moving behind him, taking Jisung's place.

His hands are warm and calloused against his hips and he just about falls apart when he feels Minho's cock against his rim, just the slightest brush but it's there, and Felix finally puts it together.

He looks behind him and moans, watching Jisung hold Minho by the hair as he lines himself up, his other hand guiding Minho's hips forward to press inside of him.

Felix sobs, shoving his head back against the sheets as Minho fully pushes inside, letting out soft moans as he waits to adjust.

"Oh my god..." Felix whines, because he can't do much else when he feels Minho press in deeper, when he hears Minho and Jisung moan in unison. He looks behind him to see why and almost cums on the spot at the sight.

Jisung is fucking Minho, one hand in his hair and the other on the bed, caging them both in as he thrusts forward, starting a chain reaction that makes Felix's insides turn into lava.

Minho sobs, arms shaking by Felix's head, and on pure instinct he leans over to kiss him, once again desperate for contact. Minho does him one better, though, because he leans down to press their lips together. It's less lips and more teeth and tongue, animalistic, and it only gets more intense as Jisung picks up the pace.

Minho's barely even moving now, just letting Jisung's thrusts push them both closer to the edge.

"Look at you two, god. You just look so much better with your mouths busy moaning like fucked out little kittens."

Jisung leans forward and grabs a handful of Felix's hair, pulling him up to lock their lips together, gentle compared to the unrelenting pace of his hips.

"Please master, please-"

"No. Don't cum yet, little one, I'm not done with you."

Felix whimpers, shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm as Jisung releases his hair, pulling back to speed up, the sound of skin slapping skin multiplied tenfold now.

Some part of Felix wants to shout, wants to ask Jisung just how he expects him not to cum when he's moving like that, when Minho's moaning into his ear.

Minho whines and moves, sinking his teeth into Felix's neck, and something inside of Felix's stomach snaps.

He digs his nails into the sheets and rips, a yowl tearing its way out of him as he cums against the bed.

Jisung's heat leaves, but Minho keeps thrusting, stilted and desperate, but he only gets in a few more before Jisung pulls him back by the hair, leaving Felix empty and cold, still trembling with aftershocks.

"Hm, how disappointing. And here I thought you were going to be easy to train."

Jisung clicks his tongue, hooking a finger into the loop on Felix's collar, dragging him down to the floor.

"Fine, since you were a bad kitty and couldn't wait to please me, I'll just use you like a toy instead."

Embarrassed tears well up in Felix's eyes but he doesn't let them fall, sniffling to hold back an apology. Jisung hadn't told him to speak, so he wouldn't.

He reaches into the box and pulls out a pink leash, clipping it onto the ring of Felix's collar.

"And you," Jisung grabs Minho's jaw, tilting his head side to side as if he's inspecting it. "He wouldn't have cum so easily if you hadn't been bad and bitten him. So, until you can learn how to keep your teeth to yourself, I'm muzzling you."

He pulls out a black muzzle, made of thick caged plastic. Minho groans as Jisung puts it on him, tugging against his grip to no avail.

Felix can't help staring at him once it's on, fascinated with how dangerous it made him look.

His dick makes a valiant effort to get hard again, twitching against his stomach, and Minho just laughs at him.

Jisung snaps to get his attention and Felix looks back at him, eyes wide and ready for instruction.

"I'm going to fuck your face while Minho fucks you. You can cum if you want, but Minho isn't going to stop until I tell him to."

Felix moves forward, eager to do what's asked of him, but Jisung drags him back by the leash and Felix almost cums again.

"Sorry." He says, heart beating like hummingbird wings while Jisung just laughs down at him.

"Eager little kitten. So excited to be filled from both sides, aren't you? I bet this isn't even a punishment for you."

When he puts it like that, no, it doesn't feel like a punishment at all. Of course, Felix isn't going to say that.

Instead he just whimpers, gasping when Minho pulls his hips up so he's on his knees. His hole is still slicked, so he doesn't waste any time pushing inside. He doesn't move, likely waiting for Jisung's permission, and Felix almost laughs at how strange Minho was with his brattiness. Sometimes he'd listen completely, and other times he'd act like Jisung was nothing more than a fly on the wall. It was an interesting dynamic to be in the middle of, and Felix had to admit that it made him curious.

"Minnie, match your thrusts with mine, okay?"

And Jisung was even weirder, constantly switching between sweet and gentle to dangerous and mean, seemingly at the drop of a hat. Felix both feared and admired that duality, though which one he felt definitely depended on who that anger was directed at.

Jisung grabs his hair and guides his dick into Felix's mouth, still wet with lube and Minho, and the thought of tasting them both at the same time made Felix moan. Minho pulls out of him and sinks back in, perfectly in sync with the way Jisung guides his mouth down, down, down until Felix's nose is pressed snugly against his pubic hair and Minho's hips are pressed snugly against his ass.

Felix feels so full.

He hadn't been at all prepared for how overwhelming this would be, how quickly the feeling would get to him. He usually can't cum more than once, but his dick was already rock hard again.

"Tap my leg twice when you need to come up." Jisung says, voice low, and then he tightens his grip on Felix's hair and pulls him up, letting him breathe for just a split second before he's right back where he started, full.

The dual stimulation sends Felix's brain reeling, digging his nails into Jisung's thighs as he tries not to choke on his moans.

Jisung sets a ruthless pace and Minho matches it perfectly, and within minutes Felix is shaking apart, cum spilling on the wooden floors. Jisung doesn't stop, even as he screams around his cock, and Felix thinks it's a little worrying that he loves it. His head is fuzzy from the pleasure and lack of oxygen, skin practically vibrating with how hard he's shaking, and honestly, Felix would prefer this to any sort of heaven he could think up.

He can hear Minho and Jisung talking above him, laughter in their words, but he's too preoccupied to listen, too busy sucking down Jisung's cock and clamping down on Minho's.

"I wonder if I could make him cum again." Minho muses, right next to Felix's ear, the muzzle pressing harshly against his cheek.

"Could you last that long?"

Jisung says, taunting, but his voice is shaking and it trails off into a groan.

"Could you?"

Minho's head is pulled away from Felix's, and he lets their words fade out again as his body threatens to cum a third time.

He feels like his body is both numb and a live wire, too sensitive yet somehow not enough, and he sobs around Jisung's dick, loud wails only slightly muffled by his fast pace.

Jisung pulls him up and holds him there this time, watching him sob for a moment before he lets Felix's head rest on his thigh. Felix still leans over to kiss and suck the side of his dick, mouth suddenly feeling too empty without the weight, but Jisung keeps him from doing much else. Minho stops too, and Felix can feel how hard he's shaking.

"Color?"

Jisung asks, soft, and Felix takes a second to check in with himself.

He didn't feel bad anywhere, even if his jaw was quite sore it was a comfortable ache, and now that he wasn't so overcome with pleasure his body had stopped freaking out.

The only negative thing he can see is that he feels empty now, and that could easily be solved.

"Green," He says, voice scratchy, "Green. Please, wanna keep going."

Jisung nods and snaps his fingers, and Felix starts crying again when Minho pushes back inside him, mouth open and eager as Jisung guides him back down.

His pace is slower this time but less calculated, Felix can feel his hips stuttering, and his dick twitches in his mouth every so often. Jisung's close, and the moment Felix realizes this he's doubling his efforts tenfold, sucking as hard as he can at the tip and licking around the base.

Minho seems to have abandoned the mirroring instruction, hips drilling into him with reckless abandon, whimpering and shaking, nails scratching red lines into his back.

Jisung seems too preoccupied to correct him, and Felix definitely isn't going to, not when he's on the edge of cumming again.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jisung warns, grabbing Felix's shoulder as support as he cums, pressing him down to shoot it directly down his throat. Felix does his best to swallow, only choking a little bit, and Jisung lets him up right after, swiping some of the cum off of his lips.

Minho slows, whining, and Felix remembers that he hasn't cum once this entire time.

He presses his hips back against him, taking full advantage of the mobility in his hips. He'd always been flexible, and dancing helped a lot, so it was nice to put it to good use.

"Hah, look at you. Two kittens in heat, fucking each other like you can't think of anything else."

Jisung drags Minho closer for a kiss and Felix whines, looking up to watch their tongues curl around each other in a mess of saliva. Some of it falls on his shoulder and he whines, pushing back harder against Minho.

"Go on, then. Fuck him like you mean it. Be a good boy."

And Minho does.

Felix chokes on a scream, startled by the sudden shift in pace. Minho fucks with his hips, faster than Felix ever even thought possible, hips snapping so hard Felix is sure he's going to bruise later.

"Oh my god- Minho!" Felix screams, because it's all he can think of as his third orgasm turns his brain into liquid, babbling and sobbing as Minho holds his hips still and cums inside of him, a loud whine escaping as he does so.

Felix isn't completely sure what happens next.

He floats between sleep and wakefulness, groaning slightly when Jisung moves him onto the bed and moaning a little when something warm and damp runs over his skin.

His eyes open for a moment to see Minho, already asleep with a smile on his face.

Jisung slides in behind Felix, cocooning him in warmth, and he snuggles into them, letting himself fall asleep to Jisung's voice, soft and loving, whispering "My good boys."

[metalbuckaroo]

Date to Remember

SUMMARY// After days of thinking it over, you finally call Bucky

WARNINGS// smut, oral (m and f receiving), kinda a handjob, cursing, condoms (wow, on this blog? Surprising ik) mention of toxic friend (if your name is Melanie im sorry), light fingering, fluff, I think that's it.

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!f!Reader

NOTE// Part two to Birthday to Remember

MASTERLIST

moodboard by @bucksdolll

You didn't tell anyone about what happened between you and Bucky a couple days before on your birthday. Wanting to keep it a secret for yourself.

You left the number that was scribbled on a ripped off corner of paper in your nightstand and would glance at the fading bite mark on your inner thigh.

The only reminders that it actually happened.

You had picked the paper up and stared at it a couple times, wondering if you really should call it- if Bucky would actually answer or even remember you.

You wanted to; you wanted the kind of attention Bucky gave you that night. Like you were the most beautiful and precious thing he'd ever touched, and the patience he had that made you crave more of it.

After two days of thinking it over, you took the paper from the drawer and dialed the number.

"Yeah."

"Um, is this Bucky?" You said cautiously, though the pounding music in the background and familiar husky tone told you it was.

"It is- how are you, bunny?"

Your stomach flipped at the pet name and though you couldn't see him, you could basically hear his charming smile. "Well, kinda surprised you remembered me, actually." You said honestly, tugging a loose thread on the arm of your couch.

"How could I forget those pretty sounds? Listen, I'm about to get off of my break, but- how about you come over to my apartment tonight and I'll buy you dinner? Pick up where we left off?"

Excitement bubbled in your chest, a smile cracking across your face. "Yeah. That'd be nice."

"Great, I'm off at midnight, I'll text you my address. Gotta go, angel."

The line clicked and you moved the phone away from your ear, looking at the clock that read '10:27pm' in bright red numbers.

Standing from the couch, you walked to your closet, dialing your friend Melanie's number for advice.

"Hey, you need something?" She chirped when she picked up.

"Uh- what do you wear to a date that is just dinner?" You sighed, knowing what was coming next.

"A date? With who?"

You debated actually telling her, wetting your lips and letting your hand rest on the doorknob to your closet. "With- with Bucky."

"The guy from the club? You've got to be kidding- he's a stripper and you've probably never seen a man naked in person."

She was wrong, the image of Bucky's sturdy body in your bed was burned into your brain and wasn't going to leave any time soon. "You could say that, I guess." You sighed and shook your head. "Just- forget I asked."

Before she could protest you hung up, your phone buzzing with another notification. A text from Bucky that told you his address.

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Talk over dinner at a small diner not far from Bucky's apartment was pleasant. Learning more about each other- from what made both of you choose your jobs, to favorite colors and foods.

You couldn't help but to admire the man sat across from you. The way his face lit up with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes when he'd tell you a fond memory, how the tip of his tongue swiped his bottom lip before he'd talk, and the stretch of the t-shirt across his chest as he rested his silvery left arm across the back of the booth seat.

You wanted to believe this was going to turn into something that happened more often, but something about the situation made you think it wouldn't. No matter how patient Bucky was, you felt like it was going to end the same way the stories you'd heard from friends ended.

Getting what he really wanted and then disappearing.

"Could come back with me and... talk some more, maybe watch a movie." Bucky's hopeful eyes flicked up from your lips to meet your eyes, a nod and a smile making his heart swell. "Of course."

Another wide smile cracked across his face as he got his wallet out, stopping you from doing the same as he sat money on top of the receipt.

"I said I was buying you dinner, I meant it." He winked as you both stood, warm hand slipping across the small of your back and to your hip to pull you into his side, where he kept you tucked the entire walk to his apartment.

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Bucky waited until the movie was halfway through before he leaned to nudge your jaw with his nose to get your attention.

You hummed in response, turning your head to look at him. "Gonna let me take you out more?" He grinned, cool metal hand caressing the inside of your thigh. "What?" You said softly, not fully realizing his question. "Ya know, at least once a week, let me take you out- or stay in. Whichever." He shrugged, nerves kicking in when you didn't answer right away.

Letting your eyes scan his sharp features, you thought about it for a second. "Will you let me pay sometimes?" He narrowed his eyes at your question, letting his hand travel higher up your thigh and under your skirt. "Hm, I don't know."

Bucky swallowed the short gasp that left you when his fingertips brushed over your clothed heat, molding his lips against yours. Eliciting soft moans from you by tracing a line up and down your folds, slipping his tongue pass your lips when they parted.

You weren't sure how, but his lips seemed softer than you'd remembered as they moved with yours. His thumb rubbing tight circles to your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear.

"Let's go to the room." Your breath caught in your throat at the words mumbled against your lips. Bucky pecking a kiss to the tip of your nose as he stood, taking your hand in his to tug you along with him to the door on the other side of the room.

He didn't shut the door back, his hands holding your waist and a playful smile on his face as he sat on the edge of the bed. Pulling you so you were straddling his thick thighs, your hands landing on solid shoulders.

"Buck..." he shook his head, hands gliding up your outer thighs and under your skirt to grip your backside. "As far as you want, bunny." He assured, tilting his head to place wet kisses to the column of your neck. "Warm up to it, give you time to change your mind."

Your heart started to pound as his fingers found the zipper to your skirt, his teeth grazing the skin of your jaw as he pulled it down. Lifting you slightly to move you on your back and lock his lips back to yours as your fingers tangled in his hair.

Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, Bucky worked at the buttons of your blouse, moaning softly when you pressed your tongue to his.

Bucky stayed cautious in helping to remove the layers of clothes that kept skin from touching, being ready to stop whenever he saw the first sign of you being uncomfortable.

But, this time your hands were a little more eager than the last. Helping to slide your skirt and shirt off and pulling at the hem of his shirt until both bodies were bare to each other.

His erection laying heavy against the inside of your thigh, too lost in the breathtaking kiss to pay any attention to the ache that was between your legs or his as your fingers raked through his soft hair.

Bucky pulled away for a few seconds of air, your eyes trailing down his chest and stomach, stopping at the leaking tip, swollen and red, throbbing for some kind of contact.

He didn't say anything as your hand slipped down his stomach, his breath fanning your lips as you hesitated to wrap your fingers around his thick shaft- not wanting to hold too firm.

The softer skin of your hands compared to his own sent a shiver down Bucky's spine, letting you get a feel for the movement of your hand before moving his between your thighs; holding himself up on his metal forearm.

The quiet moan that left Bucky's parted lips from the steady pace of your hand had you biting your bottom lip gently. His long middle finger spreading your slick before easing into you, a soft whimper pulling from your throat.

Keeping things slow, Bucky stuck to what he knew you were comfortable with at first before pushing his finger deeper and curling it.

Only removing the digit after you'd had your first high to run two fingers along your folds, pressing them into you to elicit another whimper as he rutted his hips into your hand. Hot breaths and moans mixing together as lips brushed.

"Hold on," he panted, making your hand stop and nerves stand on end. "Did I do something?" You asked, Bucky shaking his head with a soft smile. "No, just gotta get something, bunny."

A brisk kiss to your lips and he sat up, reaching to the nightstand drawer for the foiled packaging.

Your heart hadn't stopped thundering away against your chest, the sight of Bucky tearing the wrapper open with his teeth causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach and you clenched around nothing.

He glanced at your face to see if you were going to stop him before rolling the condom on, making sure to pinch the tip as he guided it down.

Shifting around a little, you let your hands rest on the sides of his neck. Mechanical whirring sounding in your ear when Bucky bent his body back over yours and caught your lips in his.

"Ready?" He breathed, your fingers threading in the back of his hair and legs lifting higher on his waist. "Yeah."

Bucky hadn't been with someone that had no one else to mentally compare him to and it excited him even more. He wanted to be the one to turn you into a filthy dream and keep you to himself until you decided you didn't want him anymore.

But, he also wanted to be able to take you on dates like he had that night and show off the beauty he managed to be able to call his.

He paid extra attention to your breathing and body language, tracing a line from your clit to your entrance as your grip on his hair tightened. A soft groan leaving him as he kept himself from giving into the urge to snap his hips forward.

You had been silently telling yourself that you were ready, chewing on your tongue as Bucky's swollen head gently pressed against your heat.

Nerves getting the best of you when you shifted away slightly. "Wait-" you exhaled, kind, blue eyes lifting from looking at the spot between you to meet yours.

He lifted his hand up to craddle your cheek in his palm, eyebrows furrowing. "What's wrong? Wanna stop?" He asked softly, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone.

You nodded and he pressed a light kiss to your lips. "That's fine, baby. I can wait." He gave a small smile and sat up to remove the condom. "Sorry." You mumbled, sitting up also. He shook his head and stood from the bed. "Don't be,"

Your gaze lingered down to the way his cock bobbed with every movement, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth and looking back up to his face.

"Can I..." Your words trailed off, face warming as you shuffled to sit on the edge of the bed. "You wanna-" Bucky's mouth went dry at the thought of your lips around him, tongue jutting out across his bottom lip. "Yeah, of course."

He moved to stand closer, cock twitching in your hand as soon as you touched it and looked up at him through your eyelashes. "Go slow, don't take more than you can handle."

His hair shielded part of his face when his head tipped forward a little, watching your lips wrap around the tip through hooded eyes.

You hadn't done it before, but the sounds he made as you tried going further showed that you were doing something right. The jewelry that pierced through the bottom of his shaft sliding against your tongue.

Bucky moved his hand to hold your jaw, grunting softly at the light gag and tears pooling in your eyes. "Breathe through your nose, bunny. Makes it easier." He rasped, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

It didn't take long before the warmth of your mouth and sight of your lips stretched around him, caused the swirling in his abdomen to start. The vein that ran along the underside throbbing harder against your tongue and lip as he let moans and pants fall freely, guiding your head a little faster along him.

"Tongue out, sweetheart." He panted, letting you pull away and replacing your hand with his to fist over himself. His pulsing tip resting against your tongue as you placed your hands on his hipbones, his chest flush and heaving.

A stream of huffed out curses flew pass Bucky's lips as his thick release shot into the roof of your mouth, making you jump slightly from how sudden it happened.

A long satisfied sigh as he watched you swallow his spend and he leaned down to catch your lips in his, urging you to lay back again. "Wanna hear those sweet sounds again."

Bucky left a trail of warm, wet kisses down your chest and abdomen before staying between your thighs for what felt like hours.

Pulling you apart with his skillful mouth and putting you back together with tender kisses to the irritated skin of your thighs his stubble caused, until you were writhing and crying out his name as your fingers tugged his dark locks. Stopping when you started to wiggle away from him.

"Good, angel?" He hummed, another light kiss to your lips as your eyes stayed close. Body feeling like it was on fire and sensitive to any touch. "C'mon, open them pretty eyes, sweetheart." He mumbled, peppering kisses to your face until you blinked your eyes open. Being met by hooded denim blues and a lazy smile.

Bucky's lips and stubble shiny with your slick. "Hi," You breathed, body starting to calm down, Bucky chuckling softly at your blissed out state. "Let's go to bed." He said, brushing his lips to yours.

Moving under the covers, he pulled you into his side and grabbed his cigarettes and remote from the nightstand before turning the TV on.

After settling further into the bed and lighting his cigarette, Bucky sighed when he heard a phone vibrating. Pecking a kiss to your forehead as he slipped back out of the bed and over to his jeans.

The phone that was ringing was yours that you'd given to him to hold earlier. "It's- Mel." He rolled his eyes at the familiar face in the photo on the screen.

"Just ignore it. What's with the eye roll?" You laughed, holding the blanket to your chest as you sat up. "Well, she's not very nice to put it kindly."

"I know." You sighed, looking at the dark grey blanket. "God, she's calling again. Didn't you tell her?" He grumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, but she didn't believe me." You shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across Bucky's face. "See if she believes you, now."

Your eyes went wide as he clicked the green button. "Buck, wait-" You said with a light laugh, reaching for his metal wrist as he lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

You could hear your friend's startled voice through the speaker that was against Bucky's ear. "Oh, yeah, she's here- nope, she's busy- gotta go now, bye." Hanging up the phone, he sat it on the nightstand. Putting his cigarette out in the ashtray before getting back into the bed next to you.

"Should we get dressed?" You asked softly, laying your arm over his tone stomach and tilting your head up to look at him.

"Absolutely not."

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[sulky-valkyrie]

‘Whose blood is that?’ from the Hidden Injury prompts? my guilty rarepair is Fenris/Solas, but if you're not into that then Fenris with anyone! thank you <3

okay, so this idea is starting to run away from me, but I have TECHNICALLY filled it and will probably be doing another chapter/sequel that's a bit naughtier for @dadrunkwriting ~~~

A furious white-haired elf was something ever Varric expected to see barrelling toward him again.  "What the void are -"

"Where's Hawke?"

"Gone, Broody."  He shook his head.  "I wrote Rivaini and Daisy, but -"

A gauntlet pushed him back in his chair.  "I will rephrase.  Where did you lose them?"

"Adamant.  Western Orlais, but -"

Fenris spun around and stalked out.  The dwarf rubbed his face and sighed.  This was not going to go well.  And someone needed to tell Sparker to take a long vacation.

"What a prig."  Sera appeared next to him.  "And those tattoos, he must think he's even elfier than Solas."

Varric winced.  "Not exactly.  Can you go find Sparkler and drag him on a treasure hunt or something?  Keep him out of sight?"

The girl frowned.  "Not gonna let some pricked up puff of a man walk in here and-"

"Did you read my book?"

She snorted.  "’Course not."

The dwarf sighed.  "Of course not.  Look, Broody used to belong to a magister; belong as in slave?  I just want to soften the surprise so no one ends up with extrails as opposed to entrails." 

"Extrails."   She giggled.  "Nice one.  Alright, I'll get our pet peacock to go strut off somewhere."

He nodded his thanks and hurried out, right into the elfiest elf of them all.  Solas cocked his head at him curiously.  "It's not often I find you in the Herald's Rest."

"Technically, you still haven't.”  He looked around.  “I don't suppose you saw a pissed elf run past you?"

"Pissed as in intoxicated?"

"Pissed as in looked like he wanted to kill something."

"Ah, then yes."  Solas pursed his lips, looking faintly irritated.  "What is he?"

"Oh come on, are you telling me you've read everything but my books?"  Varris grumbled as he pushed past him.

Solas followed him.  "I skimmed it; does that mean he's your ex-slave?"

"Shit, Chuckles, never let him hear you say that."  The dwarf paused.  "Which way did he go?"

"Toward the cells."

Oh no.  "Is Erimond still down there?"

"I believe the Inquisitor planned to pass judgment tomorrow."

He sped up.  "Broody might have just taken care of that himself."

"I saw no weapon, how much can he do that quickly?"

"Wow, really?  Are you sure you even skimmed The Tale of the Champion?"  Varric scoffed.  "The man is basically half lyrium."

As expected, Fenris was inside Erimond's cell, and his hand was inside the mage's ribcage.  What wasn't expected was that he had an audience.  Isabela and Merril both looked like shit, and- 

"Blondie, are you insane?"

Anders shrugged and tugged the hood closer as his eyes flashed blue.  "Hawke needs us." 

Erimond made a pained gurgling noise and dropped to the ground as Fenris released his spine or his heart or whatever he'd been threatening to rip out.  "He knows nothing."

"Kill him anyway."  Isabela's voice was rough, and her arm tightened around Merrill's shoulders. 

"It is not our place."  Anders' voice had two tones in it, a sure sign that Big Blue and Angry was considering coming out to play.  "We need to go."

"Go where?"  Varric asked.  "Don't get me wrong, staying here is a terrible idea, but -"

Merrill looked at him, and the force of that glare made him step back a pace.  Back in Kirkwall, with all her fumbling and bumbling, it had been hard to remember just how powerful she was.  "We're getting Emjee back."

"She -"

"They."  There was Big Blue and Angry.

Solas nodded apologetically, then continued.  "They were physically in the Fade, no normal mortal can just -"

Merrill walked up to him.  Stalked, more likely.  Her fingers were still entwined in the pirate's.  "Then I suppose you'll have to help us."

The other elf blinked at her in confusion, then concern.  "Whatever do you mean?"

"The spirits speak of you."  She cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing him, and Varric wasn't sure if he'd ever seen the elf so discomfited.  "You're coming to fix this.  It doesn't balance any scales to leave them to die alone, does it?"  She swung that gaze back to Varric.  "And you'll be explaining to the Inquisitor that Fe - Solas here needs to take a leave of absence."

Varric frowned.  "The world is ending, Daisy, this isn't -"

"And I trust you to save it while we save Hawke."  With that, Merrill walked out, Isabela in tow.  Anders followed after them.  Fenris spat on Erimond's crumpled form before phasing back through the bars of his cell.

"What is - what did you just do?"  Solas asked, surprised and intrigued.

Fenris arched eyebrow then glanced at Varric.  "Not a fan of yours?"

The dwarf snorted.  "Definitely not my books, not sure about my person."

He shook his head and held up a hand, then let it glow blue.  "This is a curse that I have made into a blessing."  As it dimmed, he touched Varric's shoulder and squeezed gently.  "We will bring them back, or die."

The dwarf patted the gauntlet.  “The first one.  I just write tragedies, don’t want to live through another one.”

"You are determined," Solas observed.

The other elf looked at him.  "Hawke is important."

"Who's blood is that on you?"

Fenris glanced at the splatter then waved a hand back toward Erimond's cell.  "His.  Probably.  Don't worry, I left him alive for your Inquisition."

[starryevermore]

Hey! ☺️ How would biker Ari reacted if he saw someone coming on to reader?

ari's hit list

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

word count: 1,052

warnings: sleazy guy at bar tries to take sweetpea home and fails, sleazy guy calls sweetpea "pretty girl" and a bitch, protective!ari, threats of fighting, pet name (sweetpea)

note: ooh okay, this kind of gets into a general vibe that chapter five of let's ride will have, but imma roll with it. this takes place after ari and sweetpea get together (which, as of writing this on 08/29/21, has yet to happen within let's ride)

Ari's jaw clenched as he watched another man slide up next to you in the chair he once filled. His grip on his beer bottle and your glass of water tightened, trying to steady his breathing. He trusted you, but it was other men that had him on edge. He'd been coming to Sam's bar long enough to know that there were always a few bad eggs that needed to be tossed out. And, so it seemed, this man hadn't gotten the memo that you were taken.

He came closer, ready to tell the man to back off, when you caught his eye, sending him a wink. He paused, a small smirk curling across his face. How foolish of him to think you needed help. You could handle yourself all on your own.

Still, he moved closer, wanting a front row seat to see you rip that man a new one. He saw Sarah and Bucky seated a few feet away, so he walked over, asking, "Hey, can I sit with you for a minute? Sweetpea is about to go on the attack, and I need a good seat for the show."

Sarah laughed, looking over at you then back to Ari. "I knew sitting beside the two of you would be a good idea."

He slid into the seat in front of them, setting the drinks down, before angling himself to be looking over at you. It was a perfect spot—close enough to see you and hear the conversation, and close enough that he could knock the bastard out if he tried to pull anything.

"So, whaddya say we get outta here?" the man was saying.

"Oh, I would love to," you said, your voice dripping in sarcasm. "I'd love nothing more than to go to whatever shitty apartment you got that probably hasn't been cleaned once all to not even get anywhere close to orgasming."

"Don't be like that, pretty girl—"

"Don't fucking call me that," you said, rolling your eyes. "I'm not pretty, I'm fucking hot, and I can do a helluva lot better than you."

The man's lip curled. "There's no need to be such a bitch—"

"Just like there's no need to be watching me all night and see that I'm here with someone else, all to just slide on over here like you could woo me with cheap one-liners and stare at my tits." You leaned in, like you were telling him a big secret. "If you were smart, you'd go on and get the fuck outta here. You've seen the man I'm here with. Ari, you know him? He don't take kindly to people bothering me, and we both know you're not stupid enough to want to pick a fight with him."

"Why I outta—"

Ari was already on his feet, moving in between you and the man, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking him to his feet. "You outta listen to my sweetpea."

"Oh, Ari!" the guy said. "I didn't know this was your—"

"Yeah, ya fuckin' did. I ain't stupid," he sneered. "Now, you listen and you listen good, I'm gonna let you go and you're either gonna walk outta here with all your limbs intact, or you're gonna be stupid enough to pick a fight and I make sure you never forget to not mess me or my sweetpea. Which is it gonna be?"

"You wouldn't dare—"

"He would dare," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Wait til ya hear what he did to my ex. He was practically unrecognizable by the time Ari was done with him."

"What's it gonna be?" Ari repeated, releasing his old on the guy's shirt.

He didn't even have the balls to say anything. Instead, he scrambled backwards, knocking into Sarah and Bucky's table and falling down, before pushing himself back up and running out of the bar.

From the bar, Sam called out, "I've already added him to Ari's Hit List."

Every member of the biker club who had a significant other had a "hit list" of people who weren't allowed in the bar because they tried to mess with that member's significant other. Ari's list was, by far, the longest "hit list" out of the entire club. In a way, he couldn't blame people for wanting to hit on you—after all, you were a fucking catch. But you were also his catch, and the both of you had to remind too many people that you weren't interested in being with anyone who wasn't him.

"You're lucky Sam owns the bar or else you'd already have been thrown out a thousand times over," you teased as he slid into the seat next to you.

"Maybe he should throw me out. Then I'd get to spend every night with you and not have to worry about some punk trying to make a move on ya."

"Hmm, but I think I prefer seein' ya all riled up," you said, leaning in, brushing your lips against his. "Love seein' ya get all protective. Makes me feel nice and safe."

"Yeah? Then how 'bout we get outta here and I make sure you feel nice and safe all night, sweetpea?" he asked.

"Mm, I was hopin' you'd say that."

"God, you gotta remind me to thank Jefferson for lettin' Liam and Grace have a sleepover tonight," Ari said, taking your hand in his and pulling you to your feet. He looked over at Sarah and Bucky, winking at them. "Sorry, but this is where the free show ends."

"Oh, so we can pay to see more?" Bucky laughed.

"Bucky! I swear, it'll be your face that Ari's rearranging next." Sarah laughed. "You two be careful, yeah? Trust me, two kids is way more difficult than one."

"Shh, don't worry my plans," Ari said, smiling down at you.

"Nuh uh, you're gonna need to put a ring on it before you get to have a kid with me," you said.

"A ring," Ari repeated. "Well, shit, I better start lookin' for one of those soon. Hey, Buck, who's your jeweler—"

"You can start that conversation tomorrow," you interrupted. "Jefferson's only got Liam for the night, and I ain't goin' to bed til I get laid."

And, well, you didn't need to tell him twice.

[yanderenightmare]

Yan!Bakugou treat your wounds after you trying to cut and drown yourself in the bathtub pls!!!

yandere ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

goodiebag WARNINGS: profanity, self-harm, cutting, abuse mentions, noncon mentions, suicidal thoughts, kidnapping

CUTS & BANDAGES

She didn't want to pay attention.

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

But with the curiosity or perhaps it was on the account of some strange type of awe, she couldn't help but acknowledge how well Bakugou was bandaging her up.

Doing so as though he'd done so plenty of times before. With precision and perfection. Much better than what some doctors she’d gone to had managed.

What more, he didn't even seem angry. While frustration was well present of his face, rage was absent. Sorrow taking its place as he wrapped clean white strips of cloth around her wrists. Careful as he went. 

“Don't do that again, or I swear-”

“You'll kill me?” She was quick to cut him off.

Quick to shoot him down.

“There are plenty things worse than death.” He murmured. The comment meant as some type of threat, but seemingly one he wasn't all too invested in as he didn't even dare level her gaze.

The threat of meeting those dead eyes of hers too much of a scare. Knowing how they'd probably have him crying.

“Exactly.” She mumbled back softly, though with some course bite in her throat achieved by crying.

The word floated around his head.

There are plenty things worse than death...

Like being kidnapped and separated from your family and friends and raped by some stranger who vowed to love and protect you but then did such horrible things.

There are plenty things worse than death...

Him being one of them.

He finished up the first arm and sauntered over to the sink where he wrung the towel to clean the second.

“Do I have to babysit you now? Keep you tied up when I can't?” He questioned. His voice still lacking all things harsh, unlike his usual heated rust. Now calm and tired and something that reminded her of hopelessness taking the place of anger.

It would seem she'd broken him.

She sighed. Her head falling back against the headrest. Staring up at the ceiling while trying to spot a flaw in the pristine white of it all.

“Do whatever you wish, but know... there’ll be a day when you fuck up, and on that day you’ll have finally killed me.”

The satisfaction in her voice bugged him. Cringing at the complete casualness she spoke with. 

“What oh what will you do then, Ground Zero? Huh? Bury me in the yard like some other mutt who went rabid? Go find yourself a new pet?”

Dry humor didn't suit her, he decided. 

“You’re not my pet.” He answered weakly.

He was sure he might have had said that once or twice. But, only because he sneers or growls some demeaning degrading thing at her face as he fucks her like some rag-doll doesn't make it true...

He felt like ripping his hair out.

“No, of course. I’m your toy. Sorry, I forgot.” She corrected. Apologising sarcastically, though still with the same dead wintry tone. The one that had his heart feeling as though it was caving in on itself.

“Good to see you still have humor.” He lied. Only to keep the conversation flowing and to better understand what was going on through her head. Trying to find some clue as to how he could fix things.

“What else is there?” She asked. “My life’s a fucking joke. Can’t even fucking kill myself without fucking that up too.” She spoke before hissing as he pushed the wet cloth into her arm.

Her face contorting in pain as he rubbed away at thick dark blood coating her skin, so dark it wasn't even red, but a shade of purple nearly black. 

“I’ve rubbed off on you.” He stated while revealing her skin through the dark coverage. Patting the area dry with another cloth.

“Cause I’m a such sweet thing who didn't know how to curse before I met you.” She commented bitterly with a scoff.

And he found himself smiling at the inch of emotion she aloud to creep into her voice, despite it being spiteful.

He started wrapping the other strip around her arm. Still ever so careful. As though she was made of porcelain.

“I’m gonna take some months off.”

“Please don't. Just tie me up.”

Given the grave situation he hadn't really the audacity to make her the issue to how offended he was feeling. Though he would be lying if he said her words didn't cute him.

Solitude was more desirable than being with him.

Death was more desirable than being with him. 

“No.” He answered. Burying that anger as there was no place for it right then. 

He could take his frustrations out on someone else later. 

“Because I’m your mess and you need to take responsibility for it?”

She shifted her head in favour of looking at him and his droopy pitiful face. Instead drifting back to watching him bandaging her other arm. Eyeing his careful movements. Admiring how professional he was though wanting to groan upon knowing how this would probably be standard procedure at least once a day everyday.

Her comment had him look up at her. His red eyes meeting her puffy once for the first time that evening His heart melting at how devastatingly pained she looked. 

“Because I love you. And I’m going to save you.” He vowed.

But she only scoffed in response.

“You’ll fail.” She decided. Still unaware of how dedicated Bakugou is once he sets his heart on something.

“I’ll give my all.” He finished fastening the bandage while holding her gaze.

“You’ll still fail.”

He gave a small smile.

Challenge accepted.