#MY ARMS ALREADY HURT AND NOW MY BUTT'S GONNA BE IN PAIN

[goldemas1244]

I signed up for ice skating for my sister's birthday's sake

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI !)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x f! reader - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: "𝐒𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗…

...Don't you think that's strange?"

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 / 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content ahead!, explicit content, dubcon, graphic content, dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, HEAVY degradation, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal sex (hardcore anal btw), multiple rounds, Jaekyung putting it in every hole you have, creampie (anal), insults /nicknames (Doc, slut, whore, etc...)

𝐰.𝐜: 1,2k.

𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

'I see you've made up your mind, doc...'

The husky voice came from behind your shoulder.

'...If that's the case, then hurry and strip to your underwear. Haven't got the whole night for this.'

He wanted to get it over with and frankly so did you. If you could skip to the moment he plows into you like a beast in heat you would. Your self-restraint slipped through your fingertips as you pulled your shirt over your head. As it did for seeing him undress and toss his luxurious bathrobe with no care. He pulled his boxers just low enough for his shaft to bounce free and towered over you with his erection in your face.

'suck.' He shamelessly pressed it against your lips, raven eyes locked with yours. And so you obeyed, taking him straight into your throat.

'See my size, hmm? oughtta get that throat nice and ready, miss doc.'

His girth stretched the corners of your mouth as soon as he pushed it in. The calloused hand grabbed your head and pulled it into his shaved pubes. You could feel his veins pulsing against your throat as his skilled fingers tugged on your locks.

Your chest instantly swelled at the lack of air, hearing him growl the deepest 'Mhh fuck! so fucking tight...'. He yanked your head back at once, almost making you throw up. the shiny strings of saliva still pulled your lips to his still throbbing tip.

'Not half bad, miss. But I ain't cumming in your mouth tonight.' He smirked, chest rising and falling as he tried his best to hold back .

His lips pursed together, spitting a load straight on your tongue and smearing it over your mouth before grabbing your jaw between his fingers with a maniac grimace on his face.

'If only Coach and the rest of the black team knew what our doc does in her free time...' He chuckled and smacked your cheek.

'If only they got to watch 'Miss perfect' slobber on this cock like a whore.'

His vile words jabbed at your pride, almost making your tears spill out, but you still had it in yourself to defy him.

'I'm not the one with the sex jinx...'

'Oh, got ourselves some attitude too, huh?'...

He slammed you down on the bed and sat on top of you, blocking your legs between his and forcing your jaw open.

'Don't try me. I'll fuck it right out of you, miss doc.'

You hated his attitude, or so you thought. Though your pussy clenching at his nasty words suggested otherwise. He flipped you over and pulled your underwear to the side, dragging his tip along painfully slow.

'Running your mouth while wetting your cunt senseless seems quite insencere of you...Don't ya think?' He teased and pressed it deeper against your entrance.

'B-But it's not like that! I'm just...'

A painful smack hit your ass, leaving the red imprint on your cheek. You cried out in pain and grabbed at his arm, your juices staining his perfume-fragant bedsheets.   

'Ah...Mr. Joo!, p-please stop..'

'Aww, got ya begging so fast already? slutty doc.' He lifted you over his lap and thrusted in, ripping the loudest scream from you.

'AH!' You threw your head against his chest in surprise.

He stood up and held your whole body in his arms, bouncing you up and down his length. You felt almost weightless in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and muffling your loud sobs into his neck.

'Mr Joo, s-slower...please!'

'Shush, And hold on tight. Your butt's gonna hurt a bit now...'

He pulled out and gave himself a few pumps before switching into your tiny butthole.

'Sir, wait! I've never-'

'God, get it together now, would ya?' Another spank electrifyed you, making your asscheek all red again. 'We still have a long night ahead of us!'

He hammered away at your stomach, The flush on his cheeks gaining a darker shade. The pain of his reckless thrusts toned down, yet his unmatched stamina had you chewing your poor lip.  

'Mmh who could've guessed? Miss doc's getting her ass pounded like a slut.' He grunted, 'you sure carry yourself different outside this room. hmm?'

His pace got faster as his fingers dug deeper into your poor thighs, panting and groaning against your damp skin.

'Aghh..even I couldn't tell how well you could take cock when I first met you.' You knew he was fucking you stupid when his bitter words flew over your head. your brain didn't really catch a sound. Your senses saturated with him filling you up, till your body almost collapsed under his much bigger frame. His fingers instantly caught you by your neck, pulling you back up to him.

'Arch that back properly! you keep fucking slipping.'

'Sir! when..d-do we get to rest..agh' You could barely articulate from his cock punching your g-spot. And he'd be lying if he said the view of you babbling your nonsense while gushing on his dick didn't drive him wilder.  

'Ever rode dick before?' He teased,

'Cause you'll be the one taking charge now.'

He layed down and folded his arms behind his head, smirking at you as he stopped moving inside.

'Your turn, miss therapist.'

You leaned forward, already feeling dizzy, palms holding tight onto his defined pecs. Then slowly rocked your hips with his, whimpering as your clit kissed his pelvis.

Your skin lit up with every touch of his own, almost as if his touch burned you. His grip on your thighs kept you from falling, yet you still felt lightheaded, almost like passing out. He grabbed your waist again and slammed you shut on his cock with a furious impatience.

'AHH, Fuck!' You mewled as you came on his stomach right away. The shockwaves rushing through your muscles had you crash down over his torso right away.

'Hey. I'm far from done here.'

He lifted you off his chest and placed you under him. And you whined in response, feeling him enter you again

'Get your shit together now. I ain't here to baby-sit!'

His pace got instantly erratic and so did his grunts. Driving you insane with his hands manhandling your back, spanking your ass, grabbing your waist, squeezing your hips and mercilessly tightening around your neck.

'F-uck, I cum inside by the way.' He grabbed you in a chokehold as he pumped his potent seed in your butthole, then grinned and pulled out slowly, whispering into the crook of your neck

'I just made you my cumdump. Congrats, Doc.' you tightened at the sound of his voice,  pushing his cum loads out your hole. He licked his lips in full pride, relishing at the sight of your seeping butt before pulling you to his chest again.

'Oh and just so you know, I never go less than 3 rounds on my matches' eve...'

Your body grew numb, and equally did your brain. Though you knew he had yet to satisfy his desire. You didn't know how much longer you had to go, nearing to pass out on his greedy lust. His rough touches spared no spot on your flesh, his powerful thighs slamming yours in the most feral ways...

-----

...You woke up to the mild sunrays, faint hints of his cologne bringing back the lewdest flashbacks he gave you. He was nowhere to be seen, only a large-sized towel left on side of the bed you believed he layed on.

You grabbed your phone as you slowly regained your senses, seeing a notification on your screen.

'𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞., 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭?'…

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑?...

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Consummation

Hantengu Clones x Fem!Reader

warnings: virginity loss, several creampies, cervix kiss, riding, mentions of breeding, short mention of blood consumption

Part 1

“Consummate? You mean…”

(Name)’s already flushed face burned hot with embarrassment as Karaku pulled at her kimono impatiently.

“Sex. With all of us.”

Urogi gives her a mischievous smile, finally using his talons to completely sever her kimono from her body. She gasped as the now ripped fabric fell to the floor, whimpering at the cold now encasing her form.

“Aww… so so pretty.”

Karaku circled her, taking in every detail of her body. (Name) quickly covered her unguarded chest, a pout forming on her lips.

“I could have just taken it off… perfectly good kimono gone to waste.”

Urogi laughed, pulling her close to him. “Aww, don’t be upset, wife. We’ll get you much prettier kimonos, you won’t even miss those rags you wore before.”

His talons gently caressed her sides, causing her to let out a whimper. “If you’re this sensitive to touch…”

Urogi trailed down to her pussy, running a claw along her panties. She gasped out and gripped his arm, her eyes pleading.

“Can’t lie, you making cute little sounds is getting me worked up. Aizetsu, you’ll do the honors, yeah?”

Karaku turned to Aizetsu, his cock already hardening in his pants. Aizetsu nodded, approaching (Name) slowly, removing his clothing until he only had his underwear on.

“Come, wife. We’ll continue in the bedroom, that would be more comfortable for you, yes?”

He offered out a hand and she took it, holding onto him as if he were her only lifeline. Aizetsu held back to urge to push her up a wall and take her now, knowing that she was a virgin just by her scent.

Her legs wobbled a bit, the anxiety of her first time making them feel like jelly. Aizetsu notices this and immediately picks her up bridal style, one hand along her back and the other under her butt, fingers grazing her wet panties.

Aizetsu closed the door behind the two, the other three allowing you some semblance of privacy as they waited on the other side. With the newfound intimacy of the situation, Aizetsu stroked her hair gently, climbing on top of his trembling wife.

Her eyes met his, almost begging for comfort. He was happy to oblige, placing soft kissed down her chest and stomach, resting his head on her thigh for a moment.

“You smell so good, my love. So sweet. I’m gonna have a taste okay?”

She nodded, bucking her hips slightly when he pulled her panties off. He smiled, happy that she was getting into it.

His fingers dipped into her folds, trailing from her sensitive clot to her core. She gasped out when he inserted his finger, slowly pumping in and out of her. His tongue lapped at her collecting juices, focusing on her clit.

“‘Z-zetsu~” she mewled out, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He whimpered into her pussy, squeezing the fat of her thighs as he indulged in her sweet juices.

Her orgasm came quick, her hips bucking into his face roughly. He allowed her to lose herself in pleasure, pulling at his hair harder until she came down from her high.

“All wet now. You ready for me, sweetheart?”

He pulled down his underwear, letting his large cook spring forward. He hissed at the cold air, ready to bury his cock into her warm pussy.

She whimpered at the sigh of his length, pushing her legs closed. He bent down and kissed her back, pulling apart her legs with ease.

“I’ll be gentle. Would never want to hurt my precious wife.”

His words soothed her just enough to relax under him, giving him the go ahead to start. He pulled her hips into his, pressing his length against her core, rubbing up and down her pussy to gather up her slick.

“I’m gonna push it in, okay? I’m gonna be all inside you.”

His breath hitched as he slid his cock in, (Name) gasping out in pain.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby, I won’t move until you’re ready.”

He looked down to where they were joined together, letting out another whimper when he saw droplets of blood pooling from her pussy.

Aizetsu had almost forgotten some human virgins bleed during their first sexual encounter. He hurriedly swiped the blood with his finger and lapped it up, savoring the taste.

(Name) whined, grasping at the empty air. “‘Zestu…”

Aizetsu smiled warmly, leaning down to press his chest against hers, kissing her pouty lips. “Want me closer, my love?”

She nodded, grasping his shoulders as she did. He bit his lip when her nails dig into his shoulders, whining in her ear. “God you feel so good, (Name). I’m gonna start moving okay?”

His pace started off slow, checking her face for any discomfort. His cute little wife looked up at him with lustful eyes, twirling his hair gently.

“You can go faster, ‘Zetsu. Feels good.”

He nodded, pulling her hips closer, her legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’m not going to be able to slow down when I start. Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nodded, her breath heavy. “Please… I wanna feel all of you.”

That was enough to make his cock twitch from inside her. He fulfilled her request by pulling out fully and slamming back in, pounding her so hard she saw stars.

His pace quickened, seeing her push her hips up to meet his was enough to make him cum, but he held out a little longer. He could feel her clenching around him, her orgasm imminent.

“G-gonna cum!”

Aizetsu groaned, keeping his pace. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

When her orgasm came, she wrapped her legs around him tight, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. He kissed back, cumming inside her as her cunt tightened around him.

“S-so good…”

Aizetsu stared down at his wife, his hard cock still inside her. He wanted to be selfish and go for round two, but knew his brothers deserved a turn with her.

“I know you’re probably tired, my love, but you’ll need to be strong. You still have your other three husbands to mate with.”

She groaned, already feeling soreness between her legs. “I know… can you carry me to them?”

“Happily.”

(Name) didn’t expect to see her three husbands already opening the door, Urogi fisting his cock. His face was red, breath coming out in labored huffs.

“Need…”

He tackled her to the ground, pinning her down. He lifted her hips into his, pushing into her without another word.

“Urogi, mmph-“

His pace was uneven and rough, bending down to nip at her neck. She whined out, knees trembling as he leaned against her.

“Careful Urogi, you’re gonna break her legs.”

Sekido pulled his counterpart back a bit, growling impatiently. Urogi groaned, biting at Sekido’s hand. “Wait your turn.”

Urogi did release some of his weight on her, pulling her up to rest on his lap. She could feel his abs pressed against her back, and slowly started to lift her hips up and down his length.

“That’s it pretty girl, ride me all you want. Sweet little thing.”

Karaku crouched in front of (Name), watching as her cunt was pounded. He purred, using one of his hands to rub circles into her clit and the other to tilt her chin up for a steamy kiss.

(Name) whimpered, holding onto Karaku like a lifeline. He moaned into the kiss, his hand leaning her chin to jerk off his leaking cock.

Urogi cried out as he orgasmed, rutting his hips into her like an animal in heat. She didn’t even have time to enjoy her own orgasm before Karaku was pulling her into his own lap for his turn. She barely recognized his cock entering her, nearly kissing her cervix.

Karaku gripped her face, making her look at him while he pounded her puffy red cunt. “Look at who’s making you feel good, (Name). Who’s inside you right now?”

“K-Karaku…”

“That’s right sweetheart, don’t forget it.”

Sekido, watches this display from his seat, the bulge in his pants nearly popping out. He waited, impatiently, for his turn.

He was huge, 11 inches and an inch thick. They needed to get her as stretched out as possible before she would be able to take his length, and he planned on making her take all of it.

Karaku pulled out to cum on her tummy, proud of the two orgasms he had pulled out of her during his turn. (Name) collapsed into his chest, panting.

“One more, (Name). We’re almost done.”

Aizetsu crouched down, petting her hair lovingly. She leaned into his touch, muttering something along the lines of “mmm tired…”

(Name) managed to stand, her legs wobbly. Sekido watched as his counterparts cum dribbled out of her spent cunt, down her legs and onto the floor.

“Hurry up, I’ve waited long enough.”

He beckoned her to sit in front of him, on her knees. She did so, looking up at him with the cutest fucked-out face that made his cock leak through his pants.

She unbuttoned his pants, letting his cock spying forward onto her face.

“Get it wet. Gonna need it.”

She shyly took the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head. He groaned, placing his hand on her head and pushing it down his length, choking her on his cock.

She gagged, smacking his legs to signal him to let go. He did with a sigh, allowing her to only take half of him into her throat, with was still nearly 6 inches.

Before he could cum, he pushed her back, gesturing for her to climb into his lap.

“It’s too big… gonna hurt.”

(Name) looked up at him with frightened eyes, his cock pressed against her cheek. He frowned, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his lap.

“I’ll go slow. If it hurts too much, we’ll stop and try again later.”

She thought this sounded fair, and slowly descended onto his cock, burying her face in his chest. He allowed her this small comfort, stroking her hair lightly.

“That’s my girl, taking my cock so well. Knew you were perfect.” Sekido cooed, kissing the top of her head.

It got a little harder to take at the 8 inch mark, but she powered on until he bottomed out. This drew a content sigh from the angry man. He moved his hands to her hips, slowly bringing them up and down.

“Nnn, slowly. N-not too fast.” (Name) cried out, gripping his shirt to ground herself. He growled, pulling her hips into him sharply.

“I AM going slow. Just shut up and take it.”

He lifted her slowly, as gentle a man like him could be. As his pace began to pick up, she felt the pain slowly ebb away, turning into pleasure.

She moaned into his chest, moving her hips to meet his with every thrust. This only riled Sekido up more, making him push her onto her tummy to pound into her cunt relentlessly. He smacked her ass, leaving an imprint.

“Such a little whore, bucking into me like a wild animal. You haven’t had enough, have you?”

His free hand grabbed at her breasts, punching her nipples. He could feel he was close, and was determined to make her cum with him.

“Come on, wife, cum with me. You’re lucky I’m being nice and letting you cum at all.”

His words came out in huffs, feeling her clench around him as she came. He finally let himself cum, filling her to the brim.

“Can you feel how full of my cum you are, little wife? You’re gonna be the mother of my children, I’ll make sure of that.”

He stayed inside her for a good bit, plugging up her cunt to insure his sperm took. Their poor little wife was on the verge of passing out.

“You’re our wife now, little one. Ours and ours alone. No human man would ever make you feel this good.”

(Name) nodded, leaning against his chest. “I love you, all of you. So good to me.”

With that, she fell asleep.

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When (Name) awoke, she was clean and in a brand new nightgown. Her now four husbands surrounded her, each nuzzling into whatever part of her they could.

“We’ll take good care of you, and the children you will bear.”

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✎ᝰ. REMEMBER THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU WERE LAUGHING, AND NAKED ON MY COUCH ; — silly sex tropes with the boku no hero academia boys.

FEATURING: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto + kirishima eijirou.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, all characters aged up 20+, suggestive, sex talk but silly all around, crack lowkey. / note. this was fun to write. pls take this as a bit of filler while i finish up my super mega bkg fic. loves ya!

✎𓂃BAKUGOU KATSUKI。°˖⌕

it was a rare occasion for bakugou to actually want to show up to a hero gala - when you usually caught wind of any formal event, your blond haired man would vehemently oppose going, opting to stay at home and order some food instead. you couldn’t place what spurned bakugou’s sudden interest in attending the annual convention but as you get into your car, all dressed up and ready to go, you understand why.

“come on, they’re not gonna care if we’re a few minutes late,” pleads bakugou when you arrive at your seats, pressing displaced kisses on your done up face and swat him away slightly.

you whine at him to behave, grabbing at the hand groping at your thighs, your breasts, anywhere he can put his big hands on and you always resort to placing his hands back into the culprit’s lap.

unfortunately for you, bakugou knows how easily turned to mush you are by sweet nothings and fondling because it only takes you 8 minutes for you to cave in, inconspicuously meeting your husband at the rendezvous point. it then takes another 5 for bakugou to have your chest pressed against the mirror, lifting up your gown to touch at your most intimate parts.

“tell me how badly you want it,” he grunts, pulling down his own slacks while you grind your ass and whimper at him.

“be a good girl and take it,” bakugou breathes out gruffly, desire running through his voice and he’s just about to dip inside you-

“i’ve been holding my damn piss in all day - what the fuck? bakugou?!” yells out kaminari and bakugou practically launches himself at the cubicle door to throw the yellow blond out while you’re scrambling to cover up your indecency.

with kaminari sporting a fresh bruise on his jaw as a shameful reminder, you and bakugou vow to never get down and dirty in public spaces. bakugou still adamantly swears to this day that the door was locked.

✎𓂃MIDORIYA IZUKU。°˖⌕

you roll your eyes when you hear another pitiful groan come out of izuku, who’s sprawled out on the couch with a bandaged leg propped up on multiple pillows. he has been out of action with a broken leg for a few weeks now due to an unprecedented villain attack at the agency. it’s rendered him useless, and quite frankly bored and horny out of his mind.

that being said, you outright refuse to have sex with izuku now that he has a broken leg but it hasn’t stopped him from pleading with his big green eyes, pink lips pouting as he guilt trips you from across the house.

“please, y/n, you can just sit on it. i won’t even move a bit. you look so pretty, baby,” izuku whines as you rub lotion into his hands and arms. and what kind of girlfriend would you be to deny him in his time of recovery.

it’s rushed the way that you’re both still half clothed; already grinding on his cock and you’re doing everything in your power to make sure you don’t rest even a little bit of weight on his leg. izuku has never been good at preventing the buck of hips when you clench down on him and today is no different.

he starts subconsciously rutting into you - as he does when his orgasm starts to creep up on him - and one tight clench of your walls forces his lower body to jolt and practically throw you on to his right leg… i.e. the leg that is currently out of action.

a howl of pain emits from your boyfriend and you frantically run to your phone to call the physiotherapist, butt jiggling on the way and izuku doesn’t know what hurts more: his leg or the blue balled dick.

the next time you have sex isn’t until the cast finally comes off and no matter how many puppy dog eyes the man lays on you, you stay resolute on the decision. you even so kindly send him some nudes so he finds solace in his left hand instead of you.

izuku vows to never get another injury again; though his incentives might be slightly skewed.

✎𓂃TODOROKI SHOTO。°˖⌕

it is never a smart idea to have sex in your partner’s childhood home. it’s one thing to fuck in their bedroom; but it’s a whole other bridge to cross when it’s in their parents’ bedroom.

that being said, todoroki hates needlessly having to go to his childhood home. however, fuyumi is out of town for work; being that none of his siblings except for him could house sit and that shoto has a soft spot for his older sister, he decided to just suck it up.

luckily for him, you offer to keep him company for the next few days at his childhood home and shoto would never pass up an offer for the chance to be alone with you - considering both your inflexible work schedules and the fact that you both have roommates, shoto knew this would be a once in an annual experience.

so it was inevitable, really, that shoto would come home from a long day of patrolling and to see you donned in sexy, red lingerie, strolling up to him with your manicured hands placed delicately on his chest. and, being the succubus that you are, you both decided to do the deed in the nicest bedroom in todoroki estate: his father’s bedroom.

with every flex of his hips, shoto has you and the bed nearly folded into one being - you're moaning, begging for him to go faster as you grapple pathetically onto his shoulders while he grunts, grabbing the headboard to speed up his movements.

“that's it, pretty girl, just like that,” shoto groans, lifting your thigh to place it on his shoulder and this new position means that you feel it so much more; but it also means that the legs of the bed start scraping on the hardwood floor... and has the headboard always been so creaky?

you get your answer when a snap! releases above your head and you're about to look up when the middle of the bed caves in with a pitiful oomphh. at this point, the duochrome haired man is still snug inside you and he quickly wraps a hand behind your head to cushion the fall. the silence is ridiculously loud until you both look at each other and burst out laughing.

“my dad is going to kill me,” shoto sighs into your neck and you comfort him with a few soft touches to the nape of his head.

naturally, the pair of you continue your romp in other places of the todoroki home and by the time fuyumi comes back, she's met with a raging enji todoroki holding a sketchy, sprawled out note of:

“sorry >:] - shoto.”

✎𓂃KIRISHIMA EIJIROU。°˖⌕

kirishima regards himself as someone with high restraint and while that does dwindle when he's around you, he's still able to control himself, despite the lust-filled glances and borderline sexual touches you throw at him.

today is not one of those times.

he’s already very pent up, extremely touch starved from this three week long mission away from you. yeah, they bagged the villain, as to he expected. but at what cost? he’s found company in two pillows and pictures of you in the meantime but they do little to quell his thirst for you.

it’s around 5am when you pick him up from the airport and even though you’re both tired as hell - kirishima being jet lagged and you not being used to waking up at these ungodly hours, - the way you touch him is not that of an exhausted woman. and given the days, weeks he’s had, who was he to deny you?

throwing his suitcases haphazardly in the trunk of his your car, nary a word is said as he throws you on to his lap in the backseat, touching and fondling every bit of you to relieve himself. the red head is rockhard in mere minutes (no pun intended) and the two of you don’t even bother to partake in foreplay, both pent up from the time apart.

kirishima grunts into your neck, the back of your thighs sat in his wide palms as he hammers into you, “missed this pussy so damn m-much, fuck.” it’s desperate and the windows start fogging as an effect of the rushed ministrations but you can’t find it in yourselves to care much.

kirishima lets go of one of your thighs to hoist it around his hips, opting to place a palm on the window and unknowingly leaving a incriminating handprint.

it was just his luck that the paparazzi caught wind of the heroes that would be leaving this airport, camping outside of the building all morning. it was just their luck that they recognised red riot’s car sat idol in the parking lot. with their cameras set to burst multiple frames a second, they make a beeline to the car… and upon further inspection, they notice the car shaking slightly, as if there were somebody inside.

it’s a shame that all the paps didn’t exactly get the memo of what was going on, with a bright faced obvious newbie giddily taking a photo, flash and sound click on at full blast.

the shaking stops and muffled shuffling ensues. the group of shutterbugs are mortified to see a ragged kirishima exit the car, brows furrowed and lips pursed.

the paps didn’t really lose much out of this equation, though: who even needs those photos when a hefty check was on offer instead?

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[flemingsgirl]

We got this

Supporting your best friend never let to such a heartbroken moment in your life. The story follows up to Vivianne's ACL injury.

TW: mention of injury, some angst

Watching the Lyon game filled you with ecstasy many fans gathered in the emirate’s stadium. The teams headed onto the field, and the anthem echoed through the venue. Vivianne was lined up in the starting eleven. As they got into their position Viv’s eyes found your figure in the crowd, and one side of her lips curled up as she waved at you.

It was an even game possession from both sides as well as pressing, creating chances. Some tackling here and there but still nil-nil. Three minutes additional time, the most hurtful you have ever lived through. Lyon took a chance and scored the nil-one due to an own goal which resulted from a free kick.

Arsenal with the kick off followed by an attack towards the goal Viv slaloming through the bodies and trying to get the ball she missed. Abruptly her butt met the cold grass and she waved for anyone to notice but the game went on McCabe sprinting into the box passing to Manuum and she stops. The gazes of her teammates fell to her laying on the ground. Viv hid her face in her arms and her body shaking as she cried in pain. You could see that van de Donk kneeled next to her trying to speak to her, caressing her back. Your hands clenched over your mouth and eyes wide as the stare down at Vivianne. The scratcher arrived just seconds later but it felt like hours, like the time froze and your heart broke. The medic finally arrived at her side; she turned over her arms still covering her face. They put her leg in a splint careful and slow. Her face scrunched up as they moved her to the scratcher, her face went pale, and her eyes shut as the tears ran down her cheeks.

When she was carried off Beth and you already standing at the side line the stadium cheered for the forward player. She was pushed into the tunnel and you and Beth trotted behind the woman. You let her enter before. Pacing up and down the hallway you fidget with your scrunchy. Stopping in one spot you shift from your toes to your heel and forwards again, eyes wandering through the room. A hand lays down on your shoulder and you turn around. Your eyes meet with Beth’s reddish and tear cover ones. “she’s really crestfallen.” You bring your arms around Beth and pressed slightly, “thank you,” the words are mumbled into her coat.

In a slow manner you open the door stepping into the room, it holds many emotions. “Hey gorgeous.” Your hand grabs a chair and place it next to the examination table. With her eyes shut she nods and stutters, “hi.”

“Oh Anna,” placing her hand in yours you squeeze it and rub circles on the back of it. “it’s going to be okay, yeah? I’m here. I’ll always be here, every step of it,” you bring her hand up to your lips and gently let them touch her skin. A tear slips out of her eyes, and you brush it away. “You’re freezing up,” getting out of your coat you lay it around her shoulder, your scent meeting her olfactory receptors.

The room went silent again until Viviane lets heart shattering cries and sobs out pulling your coat higher so she can hide her face in it. As the sound is processed in your head tears cover your sight, “it will be you and me til the end. You remember my sweet warrior?” moving closer to her you stroke her back and kissed the crown of her head. “We’ll get through this. You’re the strongest woman I know. The best player I ever met and I’m grateful for having you in my life. You’re my best friend my other half. You hear me Miedema?” your eyes darting on her, “you hear me beautiful?” you stroke through her hair, she leans into your touch and you can feel her shift.

A knock on the door echoes through the cold air. Beth head peaked in, “they’re gonna take to the hospital now, just so you know.”

Giving Beth a reassuring smile you answers, “all right,” disconnecting your touch on Viv’s head and lowering the hand which holds hers she grabs tightly onto it she makes you halt.

“Please stay,” her quivering voice mumbles. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see Beth’s smile drop, and her eyes fall to the floor.

[katyawriteswhump]

364 days later (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 30/31 prompt, New Year's Eve/Resolutions I AM SO SAD IT IS NEARLY OVER!!!!

When Steve is hurt on New Year’s Eve, he discovers there’s only one person he can truly go home to.

WC: 918 Rating: T CW: off-screen/pre-fic violence including domestic violence. Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff. Established steddie.

Also part of my steve whump fic series (mainly steddie) on ao3

***

“I hadn’t a clue where else to go,” says Steve, an odd tremor in his voice. 

Steve hadn’t knocked, hadn’t announced his arrival. Eddie simply opened the trailer door and found him. God knows how long he’s been standing at the bottom of the steps, cradling one arm in the other. It’s dark, but it’s screamingly obvious something’s wrong. Steve’s hair is kinda ruffled for starters. 

“I mean, yeah, we have a date later,” Steve rambles, “being New Years Eve and all that crap, and… uh…”

Holy shit! Eddie jumps down to him, freaking out big-time. Blood smears one side of Steve’s face, his lip is bruised, and his harsh breaths cloud the icy air. Eddie wants to hug him tight; instead, he briefly clams up, super-terrified. He’s never seen anybody so robust appear so… brittle.

Gently, he cups the uninjured side of Steve’s face, curves an arm around him. “What the hell happened?”

“I did it, man. Finally. My dad… I, um…”

“Your dad did this?”

“He wishes,” Steve says, snarky.

Eddie seriously can’t fathom whether he’s lying: “Who else, man?”

“Got jumped leaving work, and I… I…” Steve’s wretched laugh crumbles into an even more wretched whimper. Eddie catches him, as his knees buckle.

“Okay, big guy, I gotcha.”

He bundles him inside, sits him on the couch. Steve stares spacily, hugs his arm, rocks himself. 

Momentarily, Eddie literally flaps. Then he grabs a chilled beer from the fridge, douses a clean cloth in water. He coaxes Steve into holding the can against his swollen wrist, while Eddie dabs the blood from his face.

“Gonna sting,” warns Eddie. Steve hisses. “Sorry, Stevie.”

“It’s fine. Christ, I’m okay.”

“Not buying that BS today. Not sorry.”

Eddie frowns, concentrating hard. The cut, fortunately, has clotted already. He binds Steve’s wrist with a make-shift bandage. Steve mutters about getting kicked a LOT, when he was curled on the ground, shielding his face. Eddie feels sick, soothingly shushes Steve’s gasps of pain. Possibly as much to comfort himself as Steve. “Look, we should get you to the Med—"

“No way. I’ll fix… Listen, I finally did it,” repeats Steve, as his eyes flutter closed.

“Yeah? Did what exactly, Babe?”

 “Carried out my New Year’s resolution.”

***

Steve barely recalls how he got here.

He’d driven around aimlessly. His wrist hurt so bad that he goddamn cried, too far gone to give a shit. He couldn’t think; he was drowning, sucked deep into thick, suffocating waters. Some crazy inner compass drew him to the one place he could pull for the surface.

He found himself outside Eddie’s trailer. Standing there stupidly, hurting and shivering. Not even yelling to be let in. Now, he’s inside and getting warm with Eddie, who asks again what happened.

Crap, does Steve even know?

He honestly couldn’t ID his attackers. Sorta knew why he was attacked, being guilty of so much these days—hanging with geeks, being a king that lost his crown, not to mention his boyfriend being Eddie ‘spawn-of-satan’ Munson.

Then his Dad.

The look he’d given Steve, when Steve arrived home bruised and bloodied. 

“He didn’t need to say it,” says Steve, head resting on Eddie’s shoulder. “It was written all over his smug-ass face. You deserve this.”

He’d yelled his butt off about Steve making trouble. Shoved Steve around a bit, knowing he was in no shape to fight back.

“I told him to stick it. Left with basically nothing. Okay, the car, though that technically belongs to him, and… Shit, where am I gonna go?”

His tardy reality check hits like a baseball bat to the gut. Huddled against Eddie, he’s shaking, breaths hitching, hating himself for it. Eddie wraps his other arm across Steve and holds him. 

Simply holds him.

And yeah, he calms a little.

“Seriously, don’t sweat it,” says Eddie. “You can stay here till you’ve figured stuff out. Forever, if you need.”

Steve glances up, swipes angrily across his damp cheekbone. “Uh, earth to Eddie? Wayne?”

“He’ll cuss under his breath. And love the heck out of you. Already does. What’s one more overgrown brat?”

“C’mon, he’ll—"

“Look, I’m genuinely blown away. It’s New Year’s Eve and you’ve already nailed your resolution.”

Steve buries his face again, and… Woah! He’s laughing. Eddie’s kickass painkillers are working, or… Screw it, life never sucks so bad when he’s with Eddie. 

“Leaving home was last year’s resolution,” he mumbles toward Eddie’s armpit.

“Oh.” Eddie plants a soft kiss on Steve’s hair. 

“Yeeeeah. I’m only, like, 364 days late.”

***

Eddie’s still freaking that he should get Steve better help. However, Steve is a dead weight against him, knee curled in Eddie’s lap, and refuses to budge from the circle of Eddie’s arms.

New Year ticks by, lost in a gentle, lingering kiss. Eddie ghosts his thumb, featherlight, down the uninjured side of Steve’s face. Steve scrunches his good hand tightly in Eddie’s hair, deepening the kiss more passionately than—given Steve’s bruises—Eddie dares.

“Happy New Year, Babe,” whispers Eddie, when they break apart. A sneaky smile plays on Steve’s lips. “What?”

“I hit a winning streak,” says Steve, “I’ve smashed this year’s resolution already.”

“Huh?”

“Do I really have to spell it out, dipshit?”

Fixing deep in Steve’s eyes, Eddie’s grin spreads slowly. Dammit, this was going down as the worst and best New Year ever, and sure as heck the most shamefully sappy:

Oh, I get it. Falling in love.

“Back at ya,” he says, and tumbles forward into another kiss.

[0ne-shot]

its gonna be okay.

team chaotix fic that KIND of counts as angst? idk but some shit happens. tw for major child injury.

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``Fine, you barbarians want to ignore my warnings and keep wrecking my newly-built lair? I’ll teach you the lesson the hard way.`` Eggman’s static voice rang out from the now deactivated badnik’s screen as it flashed back to black, leaving the three to soak up what he had just threatened.

Vector fixed his eyes over to Charmy and Espio beside him. The chameleon seemed to digest the information well enough to put on a brave face in response to the threat. But Charmy.. The kid tried to be brave, too, but his body language said otherwise: his own arms were grasping onto each other for comfort as he stared at the black screen with a glint of fear in his orange eyes. A small, worried smile grew on the crocodile’s long, sharp muzzle as he knelt down to the bee’s height.

``What’s worryin’ ya so bad?`` Vector’s rough voice had a hint of sympathy.

``I- `` Charmy put his head down, considering how he should really phrase this to Vector.. ``I know Eggman’s enough of a doof-y coward to not really act on what he just said.. But it’s just this gut feeling that this whole case is gonna loop us into Eggman’s blacklist for good.``

Vector tilted his head in thought, before putting his large hand on the bee’s shoulder and giving him a reassuring smile.

``So what? We’ve probably gotten into Eggman’s bad side loooong ago, and what’s he done? Throw a couple o’ badniks in front of us? It’s really nothing to break a sweat over, kid. It’s all gonna be okay in the end.``

``And besides, if Eggman does try anything, I won't be far behind you and Espio. If we detectives kicked his butt once, we can kick his butt again.`` Charmy giggled a little at Vector’s last line.

Espio exhaled, the smallest of smiles creeping up on his face. He knew all three of them were too strong to falter at Eggman’s schemes, no matter how difficult it was to undergo. Almost all recent crime cases have started to revolve around Eggman, so if they can confront him face-to-face one time, they can do plenty more.

Yeah. It was all gonna be okay in the end.

It was all gonna be okay…

…

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``....A-Agh..`` Charmy grunted as he slowly opened his eyes, nothing but darkness surrounding him.

…Not much was okay.

He couldn’t remember much happening, really. The rapidness of it all, the screams, the panic, it was too much for him to process in that short of time when they were all in battle with Eggman. All that was left for him to remember in the midst of the haze that was his memory was Vector and Espio yelling.. Well, it had to be something. Something important. A warning that didn't get to Charmy in time before it all went white for him.

Even if it wasn't, Charmy couldn't help but feel like it was his fault. His fault for not being able to listen to the two while he was facing Eggman full head-on.

Vector was gonna be so mad…

Well, if he could already imagine the trouble he’d get in, he’d better get started getting himself out of this enclosed area. But that was basically near impossible when all of his lower body was throbbing with pain, especially at his abdomen... His right wing hurt so much, too—immobilising any sort of flight the bee could’ve used instead. Probably just from the adrenaline of the fight.

The pain in his abdomen felt like there was a chunk of metal lodged into his body, some tears falling down his muzzle in sheer agony from it.

The rest of his small body felt numb and cold. That’s fine: it beats pain..

The little bee attempted to just walk it off and attempt to lift his body off the ground anyway, but that only ended with a yelp of agony as his body staggered quickly back to the floor.

Ow. Okay. Definitely not trying any funny stuff, then.

Charmy gazed around the tight space keeping him pinned down to wherever he was. Thick metal sheets, rubble and ruined debris of what used to be badniks piled up and enclosed the space of where the bee was — some remains were even on his body and crushing some parts — only having small creaks of openings that let air in and allowed Charmy to peer outside of where he was trapped. Whatever he could actually see outside didn't make one difference when his blurry vision clogged up any possible insight he could've gotten on how to get out or at least alert Vector or Espio.

His fuzzy antenna twitched with a constant ringing sound pulsating in his ears, deafening any familiar voices he could’ve heard from outside.

The world really was itching to kick his butt today with completely closing off all his senses when he needed them most, huh?

The bee didn't really know if the cause of his weird sense of sleepiness was from staying up all night yesterday, or from barely getting any oxygen intake and only breathing in dust and oil fumes from broken machinery mending itself one with the debris.

In either case, he felt the urge to just listen to the sensation and go back to sleep, but he needed to at least try and escape first.

…

He suddenly heard a soft static noise in his left antenna, buzzing (pun intended) in his ear quietly. Charmy weakly lifted a hand up, grazing the coarse floors with his elbow, and touched it to try and see what was causing it..

…

Right. The communicator. It was an earpiece Vector had been working extra hours and saving up for, just so the crocodile could get three for each of them — and to say that it has improved their missions in terms of coordination would be an understatement. Still, it was pretty new to Charmy, and the little bee had to fumble with it a few times until he heard—

Chrrrk!-

``Charmy?! Charmy, are you there?``

A familiar voice rang in his antenna, the bee recognizing it upon the first syllable it enunciated. A weak, small bittersweet smile emerged on his face upon it.

It— It was Vector!

``...Mmph- `` The little bee tried to reply to the voice, but it only really came out as a muffled noise of struggle. `` ..I- ..Mhm.. ``

Charmy couldn't see right now, but he could definitely sense the relief yet fear that came on Vector’s face when he heard just how weak the bee’s voice was. Practically inaudible if they didn't have earpieces heighting up eachother’s volumes.

`` Oh thank Gaia... You gave me a scare there, kid. `` Vector then seemed to yell something from afar, something not directed to Charmy. He then heard the second voice he had wanted to hear…

``Charmy? Where are you now?`` The ninja’s usually sage voice seemed to come off with a small hint of worry right now.. But still, Charmy was more than glad to hear the voices of the two people he held close in a situation like this, calming down the little kid’s internal stress.

Charmy wondered why his right wing still hurt so bad when the adrenaline he had had before was now calmed down by Vector and Espio..

`` D-.. debris.. ``

``’Debris’?`` The older reiterated as he turned back to Espio ``The kid’s under some sort of pile of remains, keep that in mind.. ``

His body seemed to not take that sudden usage of energy from just speaking well, every part of him growing more numb by the second as he felt the urge to just let go of consciousness for a while; eyes growing dull and heavy.

`` Charmy? `` The crocodile got back to the bee.

`` … ``

`` C’mon, don’t leave me hanging, little guy. ``

The kid only mustered up a feeble groan of pain instead of words, really.

``How bad are you hurting? What are the injuries?`` The slight anxiety in Espio’s voice was really starting to peek out now. It wasn't the chameleon’s fault—it’s not the end of the world if you drop your cold demeanour for a near-dead kid.

…Shoot. Charmy really didn’t want to worry the two in this case: stressing the older ones out more than he already was, was going to get them nowhere… He just wanted them to come here, not to waste time while his body was hurting most.

But he just needed to tell them, or Espio would keep insisting on knowing.

``..It- …It hurts.. A lot…``

Vector’s concerned grunt only indicated to Charmy that he was starting to get more and more worried about the bee’s general health and safety.

``Just stay with us on the line, okay? Keep breathing as deeply as you can, and we’ll be here in a blink. It’s gonna be okay, kid.`` Vector must’ve noticed how shallowly the bee was breathing.

Charmy doesn’t know if he could even really trust Vector anymore with that phrase when the croc’s already promised it once and it ended in this ruined predicament.

But he couldn’t blame Vector.

He couldn’t blame Espio.

He couldn’t blame anyone.

All he saw on who’s at fault for this was himself.

 For getting himself this hurt and putting that burden onto their shoulders because he was reckless. Because he couldn’t listen.

Tears started to leak out again from his orange eyes, but now it was paired with a lifeless expression. An empty, tired expression. All his energy was being slowly sucked out of him each second Espio and Vector weren't here, and the little bee couldn't do a thing about it. Nothing but lay here and wait for exhaustion to finally pull him under.

Charmy could feel the weight of his body start to grow on him as his attempts in moving became more sluggish.

The world started to spin.

Eyelids were heavier than ever.

He finally stopped trying to hold on and let his small body rest.

`` …M’s-sorry, ‘ector… and Esp..io… ``

————

``Damnit! The communicator just went off with no signal!`` 

Vector struggled as he ripped the earpiece off and tried everything he could to connect back to Charmy and communicate with him, tinkering with it with shaky hands. But no — too much to ask for, it seems. To have basic communication with a dying kid you hold dear.

Espio nudged the crocodile’s shoulders to get him to focus on what’s at hand, the final door in front of them. Charmy must’ve been in here.

``I’ll need help getting these doors down. I’ll skewer the hinges, you pull each door apart.`` Vector only replied with a quick nod as Espio already made his way up the wall and against the rim of the metal doors, taking out a kunai and preparing himself to aim at the ends. The elder put his two large hands on the crack of the door, left on left, right on right.

…

``Pull!``

The crocodile exerted himself with a low grunt as he gripped and pulled apart the two openings so hard his knuckles were turning white, while the ninja kept swiftly screwing the kunai’s sharp end into the hinges until they were loosened and now susceptible to the force of Vector’s push as the two doors ripped right off.

The two immediately dashed into the final room, debris being the only thing that filled the space as toxic fumes and dust emanated from destructed badniks and other machinery.

``Charmy? We’re here! `` Espio called out from the ceiling he was clinging onto to get a better view of the room, swirled tail latched on a hanging, turned-off light

Vector checked every pile of debris with a keen eye, making sure to not miss any signs of Charmy possibly being in one of them.

``C’mon, kid.. You’ve gotta be okay. You’ve gotta be here somewhere.``

It didn’t take long before he spotted something standing out from the rest of the clumped up remains of metal and rock, near one of the piles of debris.

Something colourful that stuck out from the dull shades of everything around it.

A torn piece from Charmy’s vest.

``Espio! C’mere!`` He called out to the chameleon as Vector started to frantically lift off and throw away each piece of remains from what looked to be the bee’s body, and no sooner had Vector started to dig away into the pile that Espio had deftly sprinted next to the larger to help him out, lifting off the smaller parts more faster as Vector lifted off the bigger parts more carefully.

He made sure not to jostle anything around: he didn't want to hurt Charmy more than he already was.

Espio was able to uncover some of the smaller bee’s lower body, an icy sweat running down Vector’s forehead when he saw a large, thick sheet of metal jabbed into his abdomen with red bloomed over it. How long had the poor kid had that metal part stabbed into him like that?

Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t look at the blood for too long. You’re gonna make it worse if you panic.

Vector finally lifted and got off the biggest clump of debris enclosing Charmy, the little bee’s body now in full view. He was laying on the ground flat, bloodied face slack, eyes shut and head lolled over with antennae drooped limply to the side as blood was pooling underneath him. His right wing had half of it torn off, too.

Vector wanted to punch himself when he saw the tear-jerking sight.

How could he have not gotten Charmy out of this sooner?

The pain the bee must’ve felt…

…But, he couldn’t dwell on that now. 

``We’ve got you, we’ve got you.. `` He knelt down, carefully scooped up Charmy’s limp body and propped his head with his large hands, getting up again. Espio looked to be just as horrified, shuffling next to Vector as he gazed at the unconscious bee in his arms.

``That’s…- …That’s fatal. We need to rush.`` All attentive eyes, the chameleon could tell about the bee’s condition from just one look. ``..He can pull through, th-though. Correct? ``

Vector frowned at the slight wobble in the ninja’s voice. `` The little guy’s resilient; he won't give up to Eggman that easily.. Don’t worry. And you don’t have to tell me twice about getting outta here, big guy. C’mon, let’s get outside and get some medical help for Charmy.``

Vector securely kept Charmy’s small body cradled in his arms, not minding the blood and dust now covering himself as they made their way back from the doors they entered, now with their missing member with them.

As Vector took deep breaths as he walked past, today might’ve just had the most fear he’s ever felt in forever.

But they made it through.

It was all gonna be okay.

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note: charmy i am so sorry for your hurting its for the audience i swear

also its like. my first time writing a proper fic thats not a draft. can you tell

[ronearoundblindly]

Eighty-Three Kisses

CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader

an It Had To Be You tale of tender first aid requested by @anika-ann who thought: I'm not sure why but my heart would MELT upon seeing Steve giving Precious some ⛑ (as such, warning for mentions of blood) WC 1.3k

Not your favorite way to wake up…

Roused in the morning dark of New York winter, Steve’s mom calls him bright and early. She is one of only four people who can evade his Do Not Disturb setting, and as much as you enjoy Sarah, you groan in irritation when Steve has to untuck himself from beneath you in the sheets.

But that’s not where it ends.

He takes the call and walks out to his kitchen. His voice only just becomes inaudible when your mother calls.

Chatty. Mom is chatty way too early this morning, and she wants participation in her gossip.

You get it; your parents are pure balls of excitement about their upcoming trip to NYC to see you and officially meet your boyfriend for the first time, but 6:50 in the morning on a day off is not a great moment to get reciprocation of any amount of energy.

It’s not even five in the morning where your mom is. Come on now.

You hold the phone arm’s length away to scream into your pillow before heaving yourself out of bed. Maybe if she hears Steve’s voice in the background, your mom will think you’re busy and need to get off the call? Maybe standing up will help keep your eyelids raised? You’re so tired, you’ll try anything.

As soon as your butt hits the couch cushion though, your eyes shut again, too comfortable, too quickly. You jump up and meander over to the exercise bike, muttering something about the neighbor Mom’s had this same beef with for a decade, but she’s on a roll now. You barely need to interject an “uh-huh” or “yeah.” Your mother just keeps going.

So you sit on the bike, lazily putting one foot on the higher pedal, and you nudge it. Nothing happens.

Steve rustles the coffee beans into the maker and pulls down plates because if he’s awake, he wants breakfast. He’ll go back to sleep if he can, but if he’s conscious, food should happen. That’s the Steve Standard of a morning ritual. He also has very little input for his conversation, mostly humming every so often.

You hear the crack of eggs against the bowl’s rim and yawn, hiding that sound as best you can from your mother.

Your dad is equally grumbly in the background. He chides his wife with you in solidarity.

The pan sizzling acts as white noise countered by the first whiffs of brewing coffee.

��Of course, I’m listening,” you rush out, leaning forward on the handlebars and mock-bashing your head.

Steve must have turned to watch you because you hear his deep chuckle from across the room.

Absently, you step onto the pedal, thinking it will start rotating as you press down. You don’t realize how high Steve has turned up the resistance until it’s too late. You stand with your full weight on the tiny, shifting pad, and your foot slips right off when the mechanism caves.

Off-balance and crash-landing on your foot, your ankle tweaks out harshly, and the hard plastic grooves for friction scrape all along your bare calf. It hurts like hell but happens so fast that you hardly make a sound aside from hissing.

The phone drops out of your hand as you untangle yourself from the bike and trip down to the floor.

“Honey?” Steve clearly hasn’t seen until “shit” and you hear the pan torn off the burner and his own phone tossed to the counter. “Precious, you okay? What—“

Thin gashes are already red and bleeding all up your leg. The pain is such a tense sting that you can’t manage much else other than biting your tongue and clutching at the wound, but Steve peels your fingers away, ripping the kitchen towel from over his shoulder to apply pressure.

“It’s fine,” you still hiss. “I’m fine, Steve.”

His huge palm and fingers splay across the fabric, his other hand guiding your over to replace them after he coos, “I know. I’m just gonna clean it up. I’ll be right back. Can you hold this? Just there. Good girl. Ok.”

He jumps up and thunders to the bathroom.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Hello?”

You look up to where your phone dangles in the water bottle holder by the bike’s handles, but you can’t reach it without harsh sensations shooting around your foot and leg.

“I’m fine, Mom,” you yell toward the phone. “I just fell. I’ll call you back later.”

There’s an incoherent fuss, your dad’s voice joins what sounds like muttering but is more likely a heated argument on the other end, and then the screen lights when the call disconnects.

Steve returns with a little box and a white bottle.

“Ok, precious--" he leans to kiss your knee "--you ready? This part is gonna hurt.”

You pull back the stained towel, lip lodged between your teeth, and Steve soaks a cotton ball. He bares his teeth when you react to the bite of alcohol.

The excess drips down to the mat.

“I know, honey. You’re doing so good though. Just a little more." He tries to move the foot. "Can you—“

“OW!” Like a shot, your ankle cries all the way up to your hip. “Sorry,” you say through threatening tears, “I landed on it wrong.”

Steve’s hand cradles the joint, keeping it still even as he lowers to kiss there, too, his blue eyes worried. “Okay, I’ll get ice for that, but first, we cover this.” He wipes gently at the deepest gash by your Achilles tendon before ripping open a packet of antibacterial ointment. “Just another minute, alright? You’re doing great.”

His rough morning voice and soothing tenor nudge your heart rate back in the right direction.

At least the medication doesn’t hurt. Between treatment and bandaging, he lifts your wrist to his lips and plants a double tap of encouragement.

"So good," he rumbles.

Steve carefully unfolds and layers some gauze across the whole area and carefully tapes the edges. On instinct, you bend your knee to get yourself up, but the tape pops right off when you flex.

“Uh-uh, precious. You’re not doing anything until we get some ice on that.”

You think he means to leave you sitting on the ground, but Steve pivots to a squatting position, tucks his arms beneath your knees and around your waist, and lifts you straight into the air, kissing your cheek for good measure.

Well…all that gym equipment’s been good for something…

He carries you all the way back to the bed, kissing your forehead to force you to relax backward and excusing himself to the kitchen again. A few drawers open and shut. There’s a racket of ice clattering into a bag.

Another light scuttering noise.

“Ma, I gotta go. Yeah, I love ya. Okay, bye.” He rounds the doorway again, compress and coffee at the ready.

Steve wraps a fresh towel over your skin before arranging the ice to lay just right, covering as much curve as possible without too much pressure. By the time he’s satisfied, he’s created a majestic-looking nest of sheets and blanket around your foot.

You chuckle as you blow across the hot liquid in your toasty mug.

This is his near-military precision and focus again, except this time, you are the mission.

Finally, his equally warm gaze meets yours, dawn breaking outside the wall of windows surrounding the corner room.

“Want your phone back?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. “They can wait.”

Everything still aches, the dull throb seeming miles away when Steve grips your thigh before straightening.

“You know, precious, if you wanted breakfast in bed, you could have just asked.”

You shrug, a little embarrassed but very appreciative. This certainly hasn’t been your favorite way to wake up, but it’s not the worst either. Plus, the morning has just begun.

“Sometimes the only thing that gets your attention is a crisis, Captain.”

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

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[t-nd-rfoot]

please give me some seresin fluff to deal with my awful period cramps 🫠

lyra

CARE PACKAGE aka Period Pains

Jake Seresin, at your service!

Pairing Jake Seresin x female!reader

Theme as fluffy as period fluff can go I hope

Warnings periods; not really a warning but Jake giving off major Charlie vibes

Word Count 553

Note @natrace you and me both, bestie 😮‍💨

Pain. Terrible pain.

You’d think after years of bleeding for days on end every month that you’d get used to the cramps, but oh, how wrong you were.

A loud rapping of knocks on your front door echoed all the way to your bedroom, and you actually took a moment to decide if it was worth answering. But it seemed like you weren’t going to be able to sleep the pain away, so you figured the few dragging steps down the hall would hurt less than the boxing session going on in your uterus.

You took one look through the peephole and you swore you felt all the blood in your body rush up to your warm cheeks instead.

You winced as you slowly opened the door, revealing a one Jake Seresin with several bags in his arms.

“Uh, hi?”

He casually strolled in and headed straight for your kitchen as if it was his own home without so much as a ‘hello.’

You trailed after him as fast as you could—which was not at all, really—to see him unloading the contents of the bags on the counter

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought we called tonight off.”

Jake scoffed with his infamous smirk, still busy sorting his deliveries, “you really thought I was gonna let my best girl suffer alone?”

As soon as the last bag was unpacked and folded, he clasped his hands at the spread laid out before you. “Okay, so! Three kinds of ice cream—already in the freezer. We have sweet, we have savory, and we have popsicles,” he informed with his hands gestured wildly at everything he talked about. “Passed by that new restaurant you wanted to try out—looks real promising, by the way—but I also brought a bunch of takeout menus for dinner options. We can always order from more than one place, if that’s what you want.”

Just then, your microwave dinged and borrowing your oven mitts, he took out something that looked like a weighted pillow. “Best heating pad you’ll ever use…at least according to the internet. The rice is supposed to be really good for you. So c’mon, get your cute little butt on the couch so you can cozy up with this while we look for something to watch.”

You were still trying to process the first thing Jake said as he made his way to your couch and started scrolling through Netflix for your comfort movie.

“C’mon, this heating pad isn’t gonna get any hotter,” he called out.

Deciding you had neither the mental nor physical energy to argue or question his actions, you took your seat beside the living Ken doll. As soon as you sank into the cushions, Jake placed the heating pad gently below your stomach. Almost instantly, the warmth soothed any discomfort you were feeling prior to now.

For the first time since arriving, Jake was quiet. All he had to do was reach out his hand to invite you to cuddle with him and you nestled your head on his lap as the movie started.

The cramping pain didn’t go away entirely, but you were thankful his presence made it tolerable.

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[poopyballz28]

Can I get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh chiba x baki with a side of baki making chiba flustered cause he knows he has an effect on him.......with a large drink pls

Of course, my dear friend. Enjoy!

"Ugh..!" A frustrated groan of pain escaped from Chiharu's mouth as he was knocked directly on his butt by the man in front of him. He could feel every part of his body pulsating, hurting. He was covered in bruises and scratches lining his body up and down, drops of blood illuminating in the moonlight. But he didn't really seem to mind it all that much, being too busy glaring the man in front of him down.

"Hm? Do you concede already?" Baki said, a small awkward smile appearing on his face. God, how Chiharu just hated that stupid little face of his. Oh, how bad he wanted to punch that dumb...adorable smile off of it. It was infuriating. They've already fought 5 times this week, but each time Chiharu just couldn't seem to get the upper hand over him. Not to mention that ridiculous cocky smile he always has to see when it's over. Chiharu sighed, laying his back down on the ground and staring at the sky. It was quite late, stars beautifully shining above the two.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Chiharu says, interrupting the silence, still staring at the night sky.

"Hm?" Baki mutters lightly, clearly looking a little confused.

"You're just gonna stand there instead of finish me off?

Baki couldn't help but sigh, just what the hell does he mean finish him off?

"This fights already over." Baki said, sighing.

"It'll never be. If you don't end it right now. Go ahead."

"Kill me." Chiharu said, a small smirk on his exhausted face.

Before he could process why he'd even say something like that, Baki began walking towards him.

Then suddenly, he was on top of him, his arms outstretched beside Chiharu's head. Then there was that look. That look that always seemed to make Chiharu's head twirl. Those eyes that felt like they were always looking down on him happened to be so strikingly...beautiful. Chiharu felt his cheeks grow warmer the longer their sort of staring contest continued. That was until Baki suddenly broke the silence between them, leaning his head further down, their faces now inches apart.

"Chiharu." Baki said, a small smile painted on his lips. "If there's anyone out there who'd want to beat you to pulp, it would be nothing in comparison to how I do it."

Chiharu was completely dumbfounded, still thoughtlessly staring into Baki's eyes.

"But to kill you?" Baki couldn't help but slightly laugh at the thought. "I don't think I'd ever be able to do that." This made Chiharu's gaze soften, but before he could even manage to get any words out, Baki spoke.

"Because I admire you. I think you're amazing. In every aspect."

Holy shit. He admires...who? Chiharu's softer expression then formed into one of shock, his eyes slightly widening with a deep blush taking over his cheeks. This man, so gifted and great in all of the things he does, this guy who's not even comparable to me in the slightest and you're trying to tell me he...admires me? Chiharu couldn't wrap his head around it at all, but something about it made his heart pound outside of his chest.

"Not to mention..." Baki leaned his head even closer into Chiharu, his eyelids lowering.

"How cute you tend to be." Baki said softly, before planting a quick kiss to Chiharu's lips.

Seriously? He...seriously?

Chiharu's face was now redder than a tomato, his head spinning profusely and his heart beating faster than if he was still fighting.

"Baki...you..."

"Hehe." Baki laughed, a satisfied smile plastered on his youthful face.

And just like that, Chiharu lost to Baki twice in one night. Again.

[immortalbumblebee]

Chapter 17: Corrosion

I'M SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE 5 MONTHS!!! Tbh this was probably the hardest chapter I've had to write thus far and it was just not working with me. But honestly combined with the new Warwick trailer, and the amount of people flooding into my account and mass-reading my stuff lately??? Thank you so much for the motivation y'all, it really means a lot <3

So without further ago, have this 3k word chapter!

Masterlist

It had taken nearly an hour just to settle the crowds once the officers had left. An entire mob of people, suddenly panicked and in need of a level head to tell them what to do and how to feel. So, by the time Benzo was actually able to walk into the backroom of the arena, the anger that coursed through his veins had (somewhat) been able to cool down, no longer quite boiling over. Now replaced by anxiety that fought with his typically cool-headed mind that was trying to remind him to be rational. The pain in his side wasn’t helping none, of course. His lungs were already shite, but that Enforcer slamming the butt of his gun into his ribs hurt like a bitch… He took a deep, calming breath, ignoring the burning protest of his lungs.

Emotions are never good for business.

“They’ve gone too far this time.” Silco spat, slamming the door as he entered the room behind Benzo. “I mean, storming in here like they own the place, waving their guns around? That’s a new low, even for them.”

“And Min?” Benzo asked, sliding a hand through his thin brown hair, urging his breathing to remain even. Silco nodded, waving his hand as if she were an additional afterthought. Benzo thought about Min getting arrested, the way they threw her to the ground like she was nothing, and suddenly he felt the need to slap Silco upside the head. Bigger fish, he reminded himself. “They’ve never made this much of a show for an arrest before. Grayson knows we’re important down here, and now she’s aiming to take us out of commission.”

“Min’s been arrested just as many times as the rest of us.” Silco argued. “She's strong, she can handle it. Standard protocol; get some bail money together, we run down to the station at first light-” “Are you seriously that petty?” Benzo stepped forward, facing Silco face-on. His tone was careful but carried a weight to it. “This was a godsdamn army, for what? Arresting one lass? This goes beyond your  fucking ‘protocol’!” 

Silco stepped up, meeting Benzo eye-to-eye. Benzo could see the anger in his eyes, flames of passion, he knew the look well amongst his fellow Zaunite revolutionaries. He only wished that he could believe that any of those flames burned for their missing sister-in-arms, but that would be expecting him to put his own anger aside for the good of the cause, for the good of others. And Benzo knew that wasn’t about to happen. 

Taking a deep, attempting-to-be-calming breath, Benzo disengages from Silco’s fury, centring back his focus to address both of them. Noting Vander was still silent, glaring the same hole into the ground.

For fuck’s sake, he thought to himself. 

“You two are the fucking leaders here, aye?” Benzo barked. “So where’s yer fucking plan of attack? What do we do? We’re gonna break her out, right?”

Silco’s the one to speak up, of course, shaking his head aggressively. “Are you kidding me? If we’re caught anywhere near top-side, we’re landing ourselves in a cell right next to her. We’re too conspicuous, too high-profile, and Grayson obviously has her eye on us.” Benzo made a move to fight against Silco, but Vander finally chooses to speak up.

“He’s right. We go running in after her, even all the cogs in the world won’t be able to pay her way out. Odds are, we get clinked too. Then what good are we?”

“Oh give your head a shake!” Benzo exclaims. “We could fucking try!”

Vander’s jaw tenses. “This isn’t a ‘run in half-cocked’ sort of deal.”  Bento scoffs, eyes practically rolling out of his head.

“So…what? We can do…nothing, then? Is that right?”

Vander takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as if he’s focussing on his breath. “Nope. But I think I know who can.”

***

It’s rather unfortunate that, out of all the things you could have inherited from your mother, the recurring habit of getting arrested was one of the more notable.

Also unfortunate that cops are capable of learning.

“Minerva!” Grayson’s voice, practically spitting out your name, had caught you off guard. Your eyes glazed over, looking off to the side. From your spot, seated on the ground with your captured hands sticking out awkwardly in front of you, most of her face hidden by shadows. All the light filtered in through the barred window on the door to your cell, a torch light. The cell was completely lightless, almost a pit of darkness. Dank, dark, and too quiet to be peaceful. But what you could make out from her appearance, you could see wrinkles formed between her eyebrows and a deep sneer. 

“Sorry Commander, I must have dozed off there for a moment.” You finally responded. “Welcome to my humble abode! I’d offer you a drink, but I’m a little…tied up, at the moment.” You lifted your hands, ignoring the cramped feelings in your muscles and joints. The thick metal that encased your hands wore you down, like holding a weight you had no consent in holding, and no ability to put down. 

She didn’t respond to your jest, simply continuing to stare down at you, face like stone but the underlying disgust ever-present. Tough crowd.

“The counsel has been sent the details of your case and are currently discussing further actions.” She explains. “But it’s customary that someone speak with you directly before any major decisions are made.”

“Gonna be a short conversation,” you note, “y’know, on account of the fact that I’ve done nothing wrong. But I suppose everytime something bad happens, us ‘fissure folk’ are to blame, huh?”

She moves on, as if she doesn’t even hear you. “Your nose looks like it hurts.” She notes. Her shoulders are less square than you’ve seen them before, she’s more comfortable here than when you’ve seen her in the Underground. Although you’ve seen her without her helmet before, notably at the apartment when she first introduced herself, seeing her whole face here felt…oddly personal. 

You twitch your nose, feeling the dull pain spike between your eyes. “Pretty, ain’t it?”

“Wanna tell me about the girl who did it? Looked to be a girl by the name of…” she looks down at a file you hadn’t realized she was holding. “Sevika, right?”

Your eyes glance down at the file. Just how many names did they have? “I don’t know, it’s all a little…fuzzy to me. Pretty sure it could have been one of your guys, you know, when they forced me onto the ground and locked up my hands without probable cause.” 

She looks back down at you, eyes cold and unamused. “Are we really going to do this?”

“Do what?” She closes the file and reaches into her pocket. Pulling something out, she shows it off to you with an extended arm. 

“Look familiar?” It’s hard to make out what she’s showing you at first, but slowly you work out the details. A piece of fabric, red cotton. It was wrinkled and stained beyond saving, but there was a darker, fresher stain around most of it that hadn’t been there last you had it. Of course it was familiar, you’d been wearing it-or ones like it-most of your time in the lanes. The bandana that used to be a staple of your wardrobe, now bloody and in the hands of the Chief of Enforcers. 

Your mind flashes to the job just a couple weeks ago, when you’d left the fabric tied around the thigh of that Enforcer you’d attacked. You can feel your heartbeat raise ever so slightly. There’s no way they could have actually linked you to the crime with just your bandana.

“Nope.”

“Really? Cause in all of your mugshots, you’re wearing one just like it in your hair.” She pockets the fabric again. “I notice you’re not wearing one now. Lose it recently?”

You shrug, tilting your head back. “Is changing hairstyles a crime now? I’ll have to let my salon know.”

“Can you account for your whereabouts from three nights ago?”

“You’ll have to ask your mother, I believe I was at her house.”

She rolls her eyes and takes a long, deep sigh. “Minerva,” her tone is calm, but irritable. Like she was scolding a small child. 

You mimic her, rolling your eyes as well, but significantly more dramatic. “Grayson.”

“I am aware that you and your…compatriots may be used to certain lax standards. But I can assure you that physically assaulting one of my officers is not something I intend to easily brush under the rug.” Your hands attempt to fidget within their constraints, your bones buzzing with the need to move them. “I know the man you hurt, he's a good officer. He has a family, a wife and child. Are you really going to allow your anger to blind you so much that you’re willing to take away a child’s father?”

You lean forward, the chains rattling with your movements. “Several of the people your officers pointed a gun at tonight have families too. Those ‘good officers’ you have, they attack and aim firearms at women and children on a daily basis.” Gone was your mocking tone, your light-hearted facade. “You attack our people in our streets, in our businesses, in our homes. But hey, it’s different right? We’re all just fissure-folk trash to you.”

“And that justifies you nearly killing one of my men?” 

You kill hundreds of ours.

Your jaw tightens, biting your tongue. She’s not going to goat you into a confession that easily.

“I didn’t touch ‘your man’.” You finally respond, sitting back against the wall. “And if all you brought me in for was some half-baked story built around a piece of red cloth…well, it’s good to see you’re just as incompetent as your predecessor.”

The room falls silent, both of you glaring daggers at each other. You swear the room grows colder, the cold stone walls looming over you more and more with every passing, silent moment. You tried so hard to focus on the woman in front of you. Maybe if you were more aware, better able to scan her and read her body language, you could find something on her. Find something that you could use against her. But all you could focus on was your bones burning with the urge to use your powers, fanned on by the anger that’s coursing through you. You needed to get out of these damn constraints!

The door to your cell opened again, and another officer poked his head in. This one was much younger, and clearly very nervous. Twitchy eyes looked over from you, to his superior, just as Grayson’s head snapped back to glare at him.

“I gave orders that we weren’t to be disturbed.” Grayson snarled, and you could see the officer practically jump out of his skin in fear.

“Um…I’m sorry Ma’am. But uhh, you see…there’s someone demanding your presence outside.”

“What?” She dug into her pocket, fishing out a silver pocket watch. “It’s not even dawn yet. The doors to the station don’t open for another hour.” 

“There were, um,” his eyes dart over to yours, and the obvious anxiety in his gaze makes you smirk. “Very insistent.”

They? God, please tell me the guys didn’t decide to come…

Grayson lets out a long, heavy sigh of frustration. Stuffing the pocket watch angrily back into her jacket and snapping her folder shut, she begins to storm off out of the room. Just as she grabs onto the heavy metal door, however, her head whips back to stare directly at you. Her eyes, furious.

“We’re not done here, you understand.” It wasn’t a question. 

Lifting your shackled hands to your forehead, you give a mocking-serious face and a curt nod. “Aye aye, cap’n.” 

The door slams behind her, and immediately your mind begins to spiral. The guys can’t have come here, they wouldn’t. Sure, it was basic protocol that all of them would immediately jump to bust the others out of prison whenever one of you got pinched, but this wasn’t your typical riot-crashing or pickpocketing charge. Closing your eyes, you try not to linger on the blurry images of the raid. The white hot shock of fear upon seeing a gun pointed at Narco, Skye, and little baby Vi. The way the frequency of the Enforcer’s guns seemed to scream at you in such large quantities. The fear, all but palpable within the arena as people either were pulled into the fight or ran for their lives. The thought of Benzo being clubbed down, Silco with a knife against his throat and hands raised in surrender, the rage in Vander’s face as they placed you in cuffs. 

This wasn’t like any other run-in with the cops that you’d experienced. This was a whole other level, and you knew that if the guys tried to fight you out or pay anyone off; they’d wind up in cells just like yours. 

You tried not to let your mind linger on that image for too long, either. 

Your throat started to burn with the tears you wouldn’t let yourself shed, your thoughts spinning in and out of control, and you pulled your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. Trying ever so hard to calm your breathing. Please let it not be them out there…

Loud shouting filtered in through the cracks below your cell’s door. You couldn’t make it out, even if you tried, or even how many voices there were, but you could tell it was definitely heated. Were those the guys, fighting tooth-and-nail for your release, only to get shackles placed on them as well? Forced to the ground, kicking and screaming, and arrested in front of a huge crowd with your rage-filled family, forced to watch?

You could only anxiously listen in, your ears straining to hear the muffled sounds as you sat, uselessly, in your stupid little cell. This continues on for what felt like an eternity, but most likely what would have been only half an hour. Until, finally, the door to your cell swings open. On the other side, a very pissed-off Grayson. The flames of her rage practically emanated across the room, getting warmer and warmer as she stormed over to you, keys in hand.

“You got lucky again, Minerva.” She grunts out as she leans down, grabbing your shackles with probably more force than necessary. As she begins to unlock your restraints, your hands slowly begin to regain movement ability, you can feel the energy of your magic slowly flood back into your fingertips. The vibrations of all the metal around you, singing to you like a beautiful orchestra. You could only shut your eyes, the flood of emotions that came with your powers almost overwhelming to your already anxious body. You didn’t even realize that Grayson was still speaking. “-won’t be the last time you’ll be in one of my cells, I can promise you that.”

“What’s going on?” You couldn’t help but ask. You know you sounded pathetic, but this was honestly not how you pictured this going down.

Grayson laughed, but it sounded more like a scoff. “All you Underground folk, all you do is play dirty. Lying and cheating, it comes to you like breathing.”

That didn’t answer your question, but as Grayson slapped a normal pair of handcuffs on you, using them to force you up to your feet, you felt it was better not to ask followup questions. She dragged you by your arm out of your cell and into the all-too familiar main chamber of the Enforcer’s main station. On the other end, however, much to your surprised wasn’t the boys. Rather, two female figures. 

“Minerva!” Not even your mother’s cry was enough to shake you fully out of your shock as she surged forward, throwing her arms around you in a tight embrace. Out of habit, you tried to return your embrace, only to quickly remember your shackles. 

“Mom, what are you doing here?” You asked, quickly pulling away to look down at her with furrowed brows. “You shouldn’t-”

“The boys phoned me!” Her salt-and-pepper hair wasn’t in its usual braid, still down in flowing waves, showing that she had come straight here from bed. Her thick winter coat had been thrown on overtop of her wool nightgown, and her boots were unlaced. 

“They phoned both of us.” The second figure spoke up, Niya’s tone was stern, moreso than you think you’d ever heard from her. Her citrus-coloured hair was messier than how it had been at the arena, and there was a new cut along her lip that she must have gotten during the raid. She looked tired, but more than that, she looked mad. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” You looked back down at your mom. “But, why-”

“Your mother and Ms. Niya have negotiated for your release.” Grayson’s words were heavy, and she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding her snarling face. With begrudging movements, she reached down, unlocking your handcuffs. “You’re free to go.”

Before you really even have a moment to wrap your head around what’s happening, your mother is pulling you away from the captain, all but dragging you towards the door. “Come on,” she whispers to you, “we need to get out of here.” But your eyes are still stuck on Grayson’s, the rage flowing off of her body in waves. 

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon, Minerva.” She spits.

With all the confusion swimming around in your mind, you try to think of something to say; one last quip to gain the extra hand. You’ve held your ground for so long here, and yet, the only thing you can really think to say is, “looking forward to it.”

[abbysanders2000]

I’m not sure if you write smut so if you don’t pls ignore me. Could i PLEASE get some dwayne smut there isn’t enough on this app i’m BEGGING. (but again if you don’t write smut don’t feel pressured at all i don’t wanna make u uncomfy)

-💜💚

Ooo my first Dwayne request as well as my first smut!! I hope I did it justice anon! Only warning below is smut :) Thank you for the ask!! This is my personal opinion on our loveable Dwayne I think he's a big disciplinarian. Especially when it comes to the bedroom. Like he told you not to do something and you did it anyway. Now suffer mwahah!!! Just please be nice as this is my first ever smut :)

Get over my knee (Dwayne x reader Smut!!)

'Shit shit shit shit!!!!' Y/n said in her head mentally cussing herself out as she and Dwayne rode back to her place. He had specifically told her not to go into the Frogs comic shop. Point. Blank. Period.

"Dwayne come on. Their the only place in town that'll have what I'm looking for." She explained. Dwayne shook his head. "No can do princess. Those little shits are a pain every night as it is. I don't want them harassing you." He told her with crossed arms.

Oh but she did not listen. She just had to go in the store. And of course Alan starts harrowing with a book of questions along with Edgar. She of course simply rolled her eyes and went to walk out. That was until Edgar called her and quote "a blood sucking whore" which earned him a good punch to the nose.

As quickly as she hightailed it out of there she were not fast enough to escape a pissed off Dwayne. Now as they pulled up to her place she quickly got off the back of his bike and ran into the house.

"You'd better run." Dwayne growled as he made his way into the house. "I asked you to do one simple thing. Do not go into the comic shop. And what did you do? You went your little ass into the comic shop!" He stomped up the stairs into her bedroom.

A lump was curled up under the covers. Dwayne smirked to himself as he slapped the lump square on the ass. Y/n let out a small yelp. He quickly ripped the covers off of her to find her rubbing her bum.

"Ow... babe that hurt." She whined looking up at him with the famous doe eyes. He poked out his bottom lip to mock her. "Awe I've got some news for you princess. It's about to hurt a lot worse."

She gulped. "Take off your pants and get over my knee." He said sitting on the couch at the end of the bed. Y/n groaned loudly but did as she was told. She knew if she didn't it was going to be a lot worse. She walked over to him slowly.

Dwayne rubbed the soft skin of her butt before he started. "20 and I expect you to count." Was all he said before his massive hand came down on her ass with a loud smack!

Y/n bit her lip as she held in a moan. "1...2. 3. Mhp! 4.." She counted. The slinky material of her panties was now soaked with excitement. No matter how hard she tried to hate it she always got drenched when Dwayne spanked her. And oh boy did he know it too.

"You gonna be a good girl for me or do I need to continue?" He asked when they got to 10. Y/n was stammering over her words as she tried her best to speak. "I can't hear you princess. Your gonna have to speak up."

"I-I'll be good Dwayne.." She finally managed to spit out. He chuckled deeply as he sits her up. "Jeez princess your soaking wet. I'm not even inside you yet and your already making a mess."

She let out a whimper as he placed little kisses up and down her neck. "You want me to take care of you princess? Do you think you deserve it after disobeying me like you did?" His hand slips down to rub her womanhood.

She gasped as the friction of his hand sent tingles up her spine. Her body was craving more and more with each stroke. "OH God. Dwayne please.." She begged as he slowly began pick up his pace. Slowly and surely as if he was teasing her. "I need you. I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me." She moaned out in a half desperate beg.

"There we go baby girl. That's all you had to say." With one quick move he had her on the bed and his pants and boxers off. He stalked up to her like a lion would stalk prey.

Ever so slightly he slides smoothly into her dripping wet folds. His head dips down to kiss her neck as he begins to thrust. Y/n's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body entered pure and utter paradise.

Dwayne moved his hips ever so slightly to keep up the rapid pace of thrusts. "Your so wet for me baby. I got you all worked up huh?" He smirked against the skin of her neck. Her hands suddenly went up to grip his shoulders. Her nails slowly slid down his back.

He let out a low hiss as nails dug into his back. "Two can play at this game princess." He said as he grazed his fangs across her skin careful not to puncture it. The sharp ends leaving scratched as they did.

She panted heavily as the bed started to shake. "Fuck babe don't break the bed." She joked. "Trust me pretty girl this bed is going to the least of your worries. By the time I'm done with you your not going to be able to walk straight." He panted.

She barley had time to react before he pushed himself deeper inside of her. She let out a scream of pleasure as he all but touched her cervix. He placed a hand over her mouth.

"Shhhhh calm down princess. We wouldn't want the neighbors calling the cops again now would we?" He as as his dick pulsated inside of her tight wet folds.

She slowly nodded her head. He removed his hand and waited for her rebutted to him. But only the sweet sounds of her moans came out. That was until she managed to squeak out. "K-k-keep going. Fuck my brains out baby."

"OH trust me princess. I fully intend to~"

This onslaught went on for over an hour maybe even more since neither one of them kept up with the time. Y/n was on the brink of exhaustion as she felt her climax or rather her 3rd climax of the evening on the horizon.

"OH God Dwayne I'm close." She moans. He grinned as he looked down at her. "Wait for me baby doll." He winked. Suddenly mixture of their combined climax hit one another causing it to ooze out onto the bed.

Out of breath he slides back out of her and flops down beside of her. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her onto his bare chest.

"Remind me to disobey you more often." Y/n panted as she struggled to catch her breath. Dwayne's dark eyes looked over at her with a glimpse of mischief.

"OH that wasn't even the half of it princess. I've still got a few more rounds in me. And we've got 5 hours before dawn."

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)part 22

(hshuihsaxsah here's another part even though I uploaded two parts yesterday but I need to feed you my stars)

(Check out part 1-21 if you haven't already)

The two began eating their pancakes and honestly they were both starving due to last nights events*cough cough*. Vinny surprisingly finished eating first. "That was delicious" Vinny said out as he melted in Garmadons' arms. He could barely keep himself up and had no strength. Seeing this the oni let out a soft chuckle before kissing his lovers' forehead earning a soft giggle from him.

"I feel like absolute shit right now" Vinny said as he rested his head on Garmadons' chest as he ate. "Sorry...too much last night..."The oni said feeling guilty again. "No...it's not your fault it felt amazing of course it's gonna have some consequences" Vinny said as he rolled over and face planted into the bed. Garmadon smiled before continuing to eat and after 5 more minutes he finished eating. "Well I'm done...why don't we put that cream on you?" The oni asked as he read the tube. "Yea I guess...anything to make me feel somewhat better" Vinny said as he took of his shirt and pants, don't worry he's wearing boxers underneath he isn't butt naked.

"So do I just put it on you? Like a normal cream?" Garmadon asked staring at Vinny curiously, "Yea then just rub it in...but can you be a little gentle my body hurts" The smaller replied as he lied down on the bed. "Of course I don't want to hurt you" Garmadon responded and he put a blob of cream on his hand, the oni began carefully massaging the cream onto Vinnys' upper torso being mindful of his lovers' sore body. Vinny flinched when Garmadons' hands made contact with his body it just caught him off guard, but the oni still apologised for doing literally nothing.

"You okay?" Garmadon asked as he continued applying the cream, Vinny held up a thumbs up he was honestly really comfortable at the moment. Eventually the oni finished with the upper torso so now it was for his legs which were way more sensitive. "I'm going to start on your legs now" the oni said earning another thumbs up from Vinny. Garmadon began with the legs carefully putting the cream on him not wanting to hurt him, but Vinnys' legs hurt way more than his upper torso so he flinched and hid his face in a pillow trying to ignore the pain(our precious baby😢) Garmadon instantly stopped when he could tell the pain was a bit too much, but he whispered comforting things into Vinnys' ear as he continued more carefully.

Eventually after about 20minutes of this they finally finished and yes it did take him that long to finish. "I'm done...are you feeling alright?" Garmadon asked worriedly, "Y-yea.." Vinny replied as he rolled onto his back, "Thanks" the smaller added. There was an awkward silence that went on for 4minutes. "Nya might come to talk to me soon.....you should go hang out with your brother or son" Vinny said as he broke the awkward silence between them. "Are you s-" Garmadon was cut off, "Yes I am..." Vinny said cutting Garmadon off. The oni nodded, "Let me...stay here for a little longer...I don't want to leave you just yet..." Garmadon said as he nuzzled Vinnys' neck making him chuckle out before he put on his pants.

After 10 minutes Nya came in, "Sorry am I interrupting something I can come back later" Nya said as she realised the two snuggling against each other. "Hmm? No I was going to leave soon" Garmadon said as he kissed Vinnys' forehead and said goodbye then left. "Did something happen between you two?" The water ninja asked worriedly as she closed the door. "What? No why would you think that? I just told him to go talk to his brother he looks like he needs to talk to someone other than me" Vinny said as he put on his shirt. "You did? He might take it that you're angry at him and need a little space" Nya said as before sitting on the bed.

Vinny stared at her, "I mean...I know he can take things the wrong way...but I doubt he would be thinking I'm mad at him..." Vinny said worriedly. "Maybe but Jay used to think I was angry when I told him to talk to someone else" Nya said earning a nod form Vinny, "I'll tell him when he comes back" he said, "Good...now how you doing?" Nya asked wanting to know everything....not the actual sex bit or little details or any weird details at all they're just gossip buddies now.

(WOOOOO hope you guys enjoy I am pumping out with new parts for you guys I gotta feed you)

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A new form of punishment?

Hii this bl is quite popular among many communities. In case you finished watching the series or at least the novel... Read my tk fic! I swear this is a good one. A cute one!

Warning for spoilers, sex, bondage, swearing, and kissing...

It happened again. Pete wondered if Kun-Kinn (boss or mister in thai) was purposely punishing Porsche out of spite since the guy barely tried addressing him as 'sir' or another respectful.

Arm and Pol already looked anxious for their buddy Porsche, and Pete felt the same. He had been with Kinn for a while and everyone was worried as usual.

"He's here at last..."

Pete spoke with concern, seeing the person approach, meanwhile Porsche wincing as he took each step rather painfully. It burdened their hearts to see their fellow bodyguard is weakned.

Yet in Porsche's mind, the pleasure of pain was taking over... the memory of Kinn's sexy magn -ahem! Nobody needs to know that Porsche had his secret with the mafia boss. Punishment-more like reward and yet his butt might spilt open from the pain, and that makes it an effective punishment.

"Ai-Porsche!" (A honorific for friends)

Porsche was startled, and immediately, his mind escaped from the alluring look of Kinn he imagined briefly, straightening himself he feigned pain (like he's not feeling enough -Kinn certainly numbed his lower body)

"Are you OK?"

Porsche cleared his throat, "Not bad... Kinn was a bit aggressive today," partially it was true. Kinn was merciless.

Pete patted his back now and Porsche had to show a fake cry of pain so show he was being whipped "Ah... Pete it still hurts..."

Pete's innocent face was shocked with concern, and he shakily said, "My friend, allow me to heal your wounds.. "

Shaking his head quickly before the cats out of the bag, Prosche moved away "No need... um well it will heal so... I'm gonna crash early today."

It was chapter closed. Nobody argued or asked anything, Porsche had been interested in what new methods will Kinn 'punish' him next time.

A few days went and Porsche fell into another problem with Ken this time. The half foreign man just downright yelled and spat at him for being so disrespectful about the mafia. But all Porsche did was talk to Vegas in a friendly way. Kinn knew this and said he will double the punishment on Porsche.

Porsche smiled through pursed lips to conceal his internal happiness with Kinn's sexual punishments. Will he be violent to suck him and devour him, or will he tease him arousingly. Porsche was more than just enthusiastic. He was excited.

Now here he was with Kinn greeting him out from his room, pulling him to a hungry kiss and hooking his tongue with his. Porsche was prepared for this, yet he was surprised when Kinn did not put on the condom on both of them as he cuffed Porsche to the bed.

"Something you forgot?"

Kinn smirked, he beautiful smile suddenly tempting Porsche to kiss those lips. He leaned forward and playfully tapped his nose "I'm doing something fun with you but I feel you will hate it,"

"Oiii!" Porsche whined now dropping his momentum against the fluffy sheets of the bed, "but I want you to eat me!"

Kinn shook his head, now tracing Porsche's naked ribs, making the latter flinch. This touch was not the usual touch. This was a bit too light and unbearable than his usual tracing.

"K-Kinn this Is too... um l-light..."

Kinn hummed playfully and then continued to circle around his sides, making Porsche arch with a grunt "Oi!"

"What's wrong? Does it tickle?"

The words itself explained Kinn's plan with Porsche. He lowered his head with a whine now. "Don't do this to me, Kinn... I hate - Ah!"

He flinched when Kinn poked his ribs this time firm and tickly. Prosche gritted his teeth together, forcing the unpleasant sounds escaping from his throat.

Kinn raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you perhaps distressed, dear Porsche?"

"N-no! It -fuck j-just stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"Noho!" Porsche couldn't help giggle now when Kinn's hands were deliberately on his waist, his left side was weaker as his uncle had told in the past. Even Jom took advantage of that spot when they were sparring.

Kinn was picking it up fast and effectively and then pinched both sides of his waist individually. Upon the pinch on his right side, he jolted to the left, and then he tweaked the left, making Porsche shriek with another giggle.

"Oho did you just giggle?"

"Yohou hears wrohong!" But giggles spilt instantly to prove him false instead. Porsche was biting his lips now, too afraid to speak in case he let's out satisfying expressions for Kinn.

"Cute... honestly, better not let anyone know. Otherwise, you'll wish I was tickling you,"

"Better than yohohou!"

Kinn paused, now looking up to see Porsche's wrists bound above the headboard. He gently reached to crawl down at his inner wrists teasingly sliding down the arms, which made Porsche panic instantly "A-ah wait wait wahahait!"

"I'm not going anywhere... just riiiight down..." he dragged his words as his fingers tickled down his elbows, now slowing his pace tortoruosly at his biceps. Porsche regretted his doings... this punishment was something new and unexpected bit quite effective.

"PLEHEHEASE! KUHUHUHN!"

Porsche's begging surprised Kinn that he stopped but didn't pull back his fingers. He frowned now. "Did you, Porsche pitchaya, beg me and address me as sir?"

Kinn watched Porsche's ears glow red, now looking back embarrassedhe was speechless. Kinn dug into his armpits and Porsche quickly shrieked into cackles of bright bubbly laughter. It also surprised Kinn that he had a cute laugh worth listening too and it was infectious.

"NOHOHO NONONONO I AHAHAM SOHOHORRY KIHIHINN! IHIHI WOHOHOHONT BUHUHUG THE OTHEHEHERS!!!! SOHOHO STOHOHOP PLEAAAAASEEEE"

Loud, Kinn winced but then stopped as he smiled fondly, his hands resting on his hips, not tickling, but it still made Porsche giggle.

"How adorable... but I am serious..." he said now, "if anyone knew this, our family is doomed... they'll tickle the information out of you,"

Porsche flushed hard now, still panting. "Huh?? Noho way I'm thst weak! It's not... possible!"

Kinn kissed him briefly on the forehead. "Shall we tesr that love?"

Prosche, too engrossed with the kiss, hummed in agreement, but then after recalling back yo his request, he sqauked "fuck! No no no I didn't-Aaaaiii nooooo!"

He fell into another tremola of giggles when Kinn attacked his hips. Kinn could go easy on him next time... in case there will be a next?

Sigh, aren't they cute! How can u not tickle Porsche! He's a bratty adorable man!

Inspiration by actor Apo!

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Whumptober Day 30 / Prompt: Borrowed Clothing

It's late when Peter comes home, so late that Sirius is already there as well – his black boots and the thick black mantle are in the hallway, and the light in the kitchen is still on, because Sirius does not understand, or doesn’t care about the electricity bill. Sirius isn’t sleeping on the couch however, and light is shining through the cracks of the closed bathroom door.

No, Peter thinks, when he hears the moans coming from the bathroom. I really don’t want to see Sirius’ balls again. Because he, and several other people, had caught Sirius fucking more then once, when they were all very hormonal teenagers. But there are muffled moans and groans coming from the bathroom (HIS bathroom, in HIS flat) and Peter unfortunately knows what Sirius sounds like during an orgasm. As in everything he does, he is loud. Peter thinks about walking out of the door and sleeping on the streets as Wormtail, and then finally kicking Sirius out for good the next day. But he really needs to piss…

He hammers against the door with his fist. “Sirius, you better not be fucking someone in my bathroom!” Silence, then another, stifled moan. The shower is still on, he can hear the pipes and the water, but Sirius seems to be alone in there. “Or wanking!” he shouts at the door. Nothing. Fuck it, Peter decides, and opens the door. Sirius never locks it, and honestly, it’s his fault if he gets caught with his dick in his hands.

As expected, Sirius is butt-naked and sprawled in a weird position on the floor of the shower, water still flowing. Rather unexpectedly, he does not look like he just had a good time. His hair is wet, hanging into his eyes, and he is shaking slightly. There are a few cuts all over his hands, turning the water a brownish red. Suddenly, Peter doesn’t care about seeing Sirius’ balls anymore.

“Can’t a bloke make love to his own hand in peace?” Sirius says. He makes no move to get up. He doesn’t fidget, or shift, and it’s this more than anything that convinces Peter that something is wrong. Then he sees the blood.

It's not much, but noticeable on the bathroom tiles. Just a few drops, could be from shaving, really, but Sirius always shaves in the mornings. “There's blood on the tiles” Peter says. “Don’t worry about that,” Sirius answers, “I’m gonna clean it.”

“Ok,” Peter says, “then get up and do it now.”

Sirius huffs. “Fine.” He doesn’t make a move to get up, clearly waiting for Peter to leave. Peter has no intention of doing that and instead crosses his arms, raises his eyebrows and leans against the doorframe.

“Never took you for a voyeur,” Sirius says.

“Oh, I don’t get joy from seeing your meezly little prick, believe me,” Peter answers. “Now, get up.”

Slowly, Sirius shifts his weight and tries to lift himself from the floor. It’s not his knees, Peter thinks, or his arms. Then, finally, Sirius tries to stand. It’s his feet, Peter realizes. He’d been so distracted by the hands that he missed the raw flesh at his ankles and feet, looking as if someone had ripped off patches of skin. Standing must be painful, and water or soap on the wounds even more. Moans of pain, Peter realizes.

“You should get dressed,” Peter points out. “You’re clean.”

“It hurts,” Sirius says. Peter ignores him. “Have you disinfected it?”

“Yes,” Sirius lies. Peter doesn’t point it out, just closes the door and gets some of the widest and most comfortable clothes he has, and one of his sweaters, to keep Sirius warm. There was steam on the bathroom mirror, but Sirius was still shivering, and the cold has a way of sticking with you.

“What happened?” Peter asks, even though he doesn’t really want to know, as Sirius slowly, and very, very carefully puts on the clothes.

Sirius shakes his head and draws in air sharply as some of the fabric touches his wounds. “Fought some death eaters, wasn't careful enough.” Another hiss of pain. “Could you warm up some of the leftovers, please?”

Peter, ready to flee to the kitchen, does.

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Allooo, may I have a request!!!

AU James/Jason

Something fluffy. The both of them telling their children how they met and fell in love 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you for the request love!

You can also read it on ao3 here

“My teacher was talking about how she met her husband today.”

James looks up from his computer, finds his six year old swinging her legs as she sits on the kitchen counter.

“Did she now,” he says, before jerking his head. “Get off of there. Your dad ain’t gonna be happy to know you can get up there by yourself.”

She pouts but does as she’s told.

“How did you and daddy meet then?”

James entirely stops what he’s doing and flicks his eyes over to her, thumbing gently at the hair on his chin.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“Aww that’s not fair.”

He smiles, gives a little shrug as she crosses her arms, doing her best to look grumpy with him.

Before he can justify himself, he hears the keys in the door and he sighs.

“Saved by the bell.”

“What?” she says, tilting her head.

“What- er nevermind. Why don’t you go and help your dad with the shopping.”

“But Chris is already helping him,” she whines.

James frowns, but relents, knowing full well he’s the pushover parent.

Jason comes in then, grocery bags in hand with Chris blabbering his ear of about his day at school.

Jason gives a slight pained look, obviously Chris hasn’t stopped talking since he left school.

James leans over, kisses Jason’s cheek gently. Chris gives a big ewww at that, but all that does is encourage James more, and he pulls Jason in for a kiss on the lips.

“You guys are so gross.”

Jason snickers, starts putting the groceries away. James goes back to his computer.

“Daddy?” Layla asks.

Jason hums, stacking pasta sauces into the top cupboard.

“How did you and daddy meet?”

Jason pauses, flicks his eyes over to James.

“Ask your papa.”

“But I already did, and he says he won’t tell me until I’m older.”

She stamps her foot a little. She definitely got their stubborn streak.

“What? Can you tell me then? It’s not gonna make me throw up is it?” Chris says.

Jason just looks at James like it’s his choice. He decides to just give the watered down version.

James clears his throat, sits back in his chair a little.

“Before I knew your dad as a bass player, we re.. actually met in a bar.”

“Wait so you didn’t meet at dad’s audition?” Chris asks, eyes wide.

Jason cringes. “Not exactly.”

“See I was in a bar whilst we were on tour and I thought I recognised someone so I er..” James clears his throat, scratches at his cheek.

“I squeezed their butt. Turns out I was not who i thought it was, and instead ut was your father.”

“We’ll, who did you think it was?”

“Uncle Lars.”

“Why did you want to touch Uncle Lars’s butt?”

James drops his face into his hands with a groan as the conversation just spirals into mayhem.

“It’s not what it sounds like,” Jason pipes up, filling up a juice cup for Layla. “And anyways, he nearly got a punch from me for it.”

“You didn’t hurt papa though?” Layla says, eyes a bit fearful.

Jason chuckles and shakes his head, hands her the juice before sitting down next to James.

“No of course not. But it was awkward. We didn’t see each other again until I walked into that audition a year later.”

Chris starts laughing from where he’s stood by the fridge.

“That’s so funny. You felt up dad.”

James turns pink. Fucking teenagers.

“Did not. And anyways, you wouldn’t be here now if that never happened.”

Chris just pulls a face before fleeing upstairs.

“Papa?”

James looks over at his daughter who’s making grabby hands for him. He picks her up, places her on his knee.

“What’s up?”

“Does daddy love you?” His heart melts and he looks over at Jason who’s practically giving him heart eyes.

“Of course. Lots and lots. And I love daddy too. Just like you and Chris.”

She smiles and puts her small arms around him, hugging him tightly.

James smiles, reaching over to grab Jason’s hand in his own.