#Nobody's complaining because like there are no fights going on but also. very strange...

[somegrumpynerd]

I don't remember doodling this but I found it and decided to clean it up

[slightly-knot-insane]

Rubbing the Wrong Way

Monstertober 2024 - day 30 [ Alien ] by @ozzgin

[ m!alien reader x m!human ]

a/n: i accidentally deleted this ask but not before making a print screen apparently? also i don't know anything about military so please forgive all the mistakes! content: spanking, rimming, anal tw: power imbalance, implied self-harming

Being a officer in this newly formed Intragalactic Interspecies Cosmonaut Army Academy isn't an easy job. Since one of your previous jobs was self-defense instructor, you volunteered to teach new cadets some very useful moves.

The cadets under you have mostly been of your kind. Vaanxi have exceptional build for melee fighting and their natural armour protects them from most bullets and small sized explosions. Being 63% made of aurorum is quite convenient when it comes to magnetic metal manipulations. But Vaanxi are also quite slow and suffer from poor eyesight (despite their 3 pairs of eyes) because during their entire evolution they've been exposed to aurorum radiation.

Humans, on the other hand, have exceeded as pilots or artillerymen, and especially infantry. Even though they are delicate and soft, they are quite nimble and excellent at avoiding punches аnd exploiting weaknesses. Since your species is quite different physically, you haven't expected a human among your proteges.

Last winter, a young human man joined your newest group. He applied for your course because he wanted to improve. Nothing wrong with that except... he could barely fight at all. How did this human survive high school? On the other hand, he was so cocky and insisted that he was amazing all the while clumsily tripping and getting beaten by other cadets. He took the blows bravely, with a borderline insane grin, wiping away the blood from his lips. He was quite impressive in his own way. He would get up every time no matter how hard he was hit. He never got knocked out or seriously hurt. He would never get tired and he never complained. Strange human, indeed.

One day you hear a commotion. In the loading area, you find a group of cadets roaring and cheering. Somehow, you know the human is involved. You run toward them and - lo and behold - he is on the ground, bruised, bloodied, panting like an animal. He taunted another Vaanxi, a significantly larger and more experienced cadet and got his ass beaten in a secret spar. Without supervision, cadets could get themselves seriously hurt.

You roar at cadets and pull the human away, almost carrying him. He is giggling. "What the fuck are you doing? This is unacceptable!"

"I'm fine!" he answers, and you know humans enough to recognize a painful strain in his voice. The audacity of this human! "I was winning."

"The fuck you were! You were about to be turned into tomorrow's breakfast."

"Ha! Well, at least you would have a nicer meal for once."

You scoff bitterly, slightly amused, but worried at the same time. There is something going on with this human. You shift and your aurorum breast plates make a sound as they usually do.

"You need that body bucket of yours oiled up," the human says and winks.

You blink with all six of your eyes at the same time. It would be highly unprofessional to strangle and spit on your cadet, wouldn't it? "And you need to get into my office, now."

***

You need to take a few deep breaths before entering your office. Human is waiting for you, standing next to a chair, as proper. You decide to stand in front of him, blocking the celling light. Even though just slightly shorter than you, the human stands in your shadow and looks straight in front of himself, through your body.

"What is your problem? How do you always get in trouble? I hear you cause most of it. This is a free course - nobody is keeping you trapped. You can leave any time you want."

"I don't want to leave," the human says. His voice is different. Calm. Cold.

"Explain."

The human looks uncomfortable. "I... did something bad. To a Vaanxi. Long time ago. I think that was partially what caused his death too. So I decided to... come here."

You are stunned. You've never expected to hear something like this. Not from him. "Please sit and continue."

"I'd rather stand, sir." He never called you "sir" before, either. You take a step back and lean against your desk to give him more space, and nod your head. "I... I'm a scum. I'm a lowlife. But I never wanted that Vaanxi to die. I hate myself because of that. I decided to join the army, especially the Vaanxi sector because of him."

"But..." You are confused. "You are not fighting. You are provoking everyone and get beaten."

He smiles a grim smile. "Yes. Vaanxi cadets can get the opportunity to learn about basic human anatomy, defenses and dirty tricks from me. They will also learn that humans are bastards and should stay away from us."

You sigh, dumbfounded. This human. This weird human. What in the name of Cosmos is going on through his head?

"I'm sorry I acted the way I acted, sir." His voice is shaky. "You've been very patient with me. You are an amazing person, too. A bit stiff, but you're an army dog, so that's understandable. But you're cool. Kinda hot too, ha ha... Shit..."

For the first time you see him awkwardly fidget like this. He's no longer arrogant and brash. His cheeks and ears get vibrantly red.

In order to prepare yourself for your new human cadet, you read a book about their anatomy and psychology. Red cheeks can be a symptom of few things, but the most common are: allergies (which the human doesn't have), alcohol consumption (which is strictly prohibited on this ship), overheating, or strong emotions. And it's quite cold in your office.

"I haven't met a lot of humans," you say, "and the few I have were a lot less complicated than you. You need to promise me to stop with this insane, ridiculous, self-punishing quest of yours. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I promise."

You stand up and approach him slowly. You tap your wrist-control with your elongated finger and set your office to a 'standby - don't disturb' mode. You take a deep breath, so nervous your aurorum breastplate vibrates.

"Unless I completely misunderstood the part about human sexuality, I believe you might... have something else... to say?"

The human looks at you and blinks with his not-swollen eye. And then his cocky grin returns. "Say? No, nothing, sir. But I just might do something if you allow me, sir."

He, of course, doesn't wait for your answer and is already gliding his finger between your breast plates, touching the soft and sensitive tissue connecting them. He read books too, apparently. This is the way Vaanxi usually initiate sex, especially by a submissive partner.

You grab him by his shoulder and twist him away from you before pushing him against your desk. You didn't only read books. You also watched interesting movies. And you had a few brief but intimate interspecies encounters with humans. And you know exactly what you and him need right now.

The human gasps in surprise once you remove his sweatpants and underwear in one swift yank and expose his plump ass. "Fuck...", you mumble under your breath. "I knew you are beautiful..."

"Shut up..." He sounds embarrassed but still spreads his legs. You can see his balls and it's enough to make you drool.

You spank him and he moans. "I'm still a sir for you, brat. You hear me?"

"Yes... sir..." The lascivious way he said it set you on fire. You lower yourself and spread his ass cheeks hungrily. You love human asses. Is it a fetish? Possibly. Without further thought, your tongue glides along his inner thighs reaching his perineum.

"Fuck!" he yelps and jerks forward, but you hold his thighs firmly getting him all wet and slimy with your saliva. Your sheath is demanding your attention so you undo your uniform and push your finger inside the moist tissue. Your long and already pulsating cock wriggles out, ready to work.

He chuckles. "I didn't know you have... this side... in you... sir," he can barely talk as he put his hand into his mouth.

With a last long lick you push your body up and press your groin against his. He gasps and looks at you over his shoulder.

"I noticed you immediately," you explain to him while caressing his back gently. "You are a mess, a rebel, full of spite and ridiculous destructive energy. You've been getting in my hair ever since you set your foot on this ship." You let your dick slide against his hole pulling a pathetic mewl out of him. " I fantasized about this moment for months."

"Please..." he arches his back, pushing himself against you. "Please, sir..."

You spank his ass again. "You want this bad, don't you? You know what you need?" You spank him again. "Therapy. And, fuck me, I'll probably need it too. But now? Now I'll fuck you until you forget everything but my cock."

"Yes! Please!" He almost screams as your slimy phallus prods his tight little hole, feeling around, stretching him. He feels so good. He sounds so good. "Please, fuck me..."

You can't help it but grab him by the elbows, lifting him up and push your cock all the way in. You knew it would slide comfortably, Vaanxi penises are extremely lubricated and made for deep penetrations. And this human - this crazy human - takes it so nicely. He moans, arching his back, letting you pull him hard toward yourself. You grunt, getting unexpectedly fast close to your climax, but you don't want to get there just yet. You slow down, grinding against him, and let one of his arms. "Touch yourself. I want you to cum."

"Yes... sir..." He presses his cheek against your desk and positions himself so that he could jerk himself off. You take your time, rock your hips painstakingly slowly, breathing deeply, trying to stay calm while listening to his beautiful moans. Fuck. You are so close even like this.

"Aaah... I'll... Ah!" The human cadet whimpers and shakes as he spills his white seed on the floor.

Finally! Now is your turn. You grab his shoulder, and pull him against your chest, pressing your fingers around his pulse. "Beautiful... You're so beautiful..." You're not sure why you said that while thrusting into him, grunting and panting. He looks at you, softly, and that's the moment your stomach unties and your release rushes through your veins. The strong aroma of your seed immediately invades your nostrils.

After you both catch your breath and clean yourselves, you look at each other. You know it's up to you to break the silence. You unlock your office to a 'standard' mode. "So... stay out of trouble, cadet, you hear me!"

The human's face contorts into barely contained grin. "Anything you say, sir," he winks and leaves your office. You sigh and shake your head knowing damn well he will look for trouble as soon as he goes around the corner. And you need to make sure he gets properly punished for that - as many times as it takes.

[simmingwormly]

Wormville: Rotation 10: Elaho-Inipp

Now, this family comes usually at the very end of a rotation, but I've decided to take them now because Agatha Elaho-Inipp was scheduled to die of old age and her inheritance could make playing the next household a lot easier. It was not a very exciting round, but I've enjoyed it, and I hope you will, too!

By the way, given that I just couldn't fit them into the picture limit of this post, children update for this family will have its own minipost!

Dear diary. I have decided to start journaling to document the discoveries I will make, as well as my daily life as a Sixamese citizen among the Followers of the Entity. I hope words will carry my excitement sufficiently!

The day after my arrival from La Fiesta Tech to Wormville, I had the honor of experiencing a major Sim event! Not only was I allowed to watch and document a mating ritual they call "wedding," but also participate as one of the "brides."

The entire clan Devir, Mina and Cyrus Anora, Terry Hanson and Wynn Kent arrived to celebrate with us!

Despite being one of the grooms, Balthazar demonstrated boredom. He seemed like he wanted to be somewhere else.

He and Zachary exchanged rings under the arch, just like Serenity and I. I could feel it was very significant. Agatha, standing next to me, tried not to cry. I asked her quietly what was wrong, and she just impulsively hugged me, so I hugged her back.

Then they proceeded to fight with pillows, laughing maniacally. Sims are strange species.

I looked at Serenity with a pillow in my hand and a question in my eyes, but she insisted on feeding me cake instead. We've completed yet another wedding tradition.

Later, Mina Anora approached me and tried to convince me her anatomically incorrect plush rabbit talked. I politely explained to her I was a member of a foreign species, not a child or a person uninformed about basic concepts.

It was a very fun day. I am happy about my union with Serenity, I am very fond of her. I also feel accomplished and grateful for being so easily accepted into her world. I now call myself Stella Elaho-Inipp. It is a name that is supposed to open many doors for me, but I know it will also close others. It's okay, though. I have made an informed decision.

The research institute also approved my application. Sixamese scientists have a very good rapport with their Sim colleagues, and after briefly listing my qualifications, and showing my degree from La Fiesta Tech, they have offered me a high-ranking position. It is going to be a good opportunity to lend my skills to a cause, and also continue exploring Simkind beyond my new family.

Serenity was supposed to also put in an application to an institution in her expert field, but she refused at first. Everybody was confused when she announced she took up what she called "gig work," but given that the financial situation of our family is stable for now, nobody complains.

Note: "It's stinky work."

Balthazar entered the police force in a different town. Serenity was quite shocked and asked him how comes they employed a worm, and he told her, and I quote, "Fake ID." I was curious about the concept of "police," too. I know the word, and I know the implications of its equivalent on our planet, but I didn't have an exact idea about what it was that Balthazar does now. He told me that he goes around trying to find people violating the town's law (like teenagers out after the curfew) and extorts money out of them in co-called "fines." I complimented him that he chose well, because I've noticed he's always liked telling people what they did wrong, and he called me a smart-ass.

Anyway, he claims it's going to be temporary, just like Serenity's "gig work."

Zachary quit working at the diving company, and went back to school. He now comes to the hospital as a trainee, and goes through a rigorous education process to understand medicine. It has been taking a toll on him.

Luckily, Mirp was able to call help. Anyway, Zachary does not make significant sums of money now, but it does not matter, because the family has a large amount of material resources at its disposal.

As I understand it, Zachary has a youngling from a previous mating, called Fabian. I've seen the boy already, since Zachary invited him to come over to our house.

They played throw-a-ball, a traditional Sim game, during which two Sims stand opposite each other and try to cause mild head trauma with a hardened gummy object (ball). Citations needed.

In general, Zachary has adapted to life in the Slop (mansion) very well. He even wears the same pattern Serenity uses on some of the bed covers, probably for easier mimicry in the environment. Clever!

Serenity spends a lot of time tending the animals. I have yet to meet anyone, Sim or otherwise, who would have so much boundless entusiasm and care for the non-sapient around them as she does. And they love her, too! Even the wolves!

I do not share that talent.

Dear diary, today we were able to confirm our pollination is going smoothly so far, and if it continues, Serenity and I will welcome our second child. That is the number of younglings we've agreed to produce. I do not write about pollination or about our first daughter, Resistance, here, because this journal is not confidential and I hold the privacy of the larvae in high regard. You will not read much on the topic here, but I am beyond joyous.

Anyway, Agatha took Serenity and Balthazar to the Temple to pray. I go there as well, but this time I've elected to stay behind with Resistance. I must note that Balthazar was leaving especially grumpy, but he returned in unusually high spirits. He must have had a profound religious experience!

Serenity's "gig work" turned out to be juggling. I should have known.

Soon, a different occasion was afoot! We have dragged a tree inside, covered it in ornaments, and baked silly tree and Sim-shaped cookies. It was explained to me as a summoning ritual that the Simnation enjoys in wintertime. It originated from the church of the Watcher, but some Followers of the Entity celebrate, too. You see, if the ritual objects are in right place, a mythical creature that looks like an old Sim dressed in red appears. Said creature can then be observed laughing at nothing at particular, and if there are younglings at the premises, it conjures up a mundane object they can keep. In our Resistance's case, it was a cheap stereo tower.

Despite not being a youngling, Agatha took a great interest in the winter creature, and conversed at lenght about music. I have had so many questions myself and I definitely wanted to usurp its time, too, but the creature in red disappeared in the bathroom and it would be impolite of me to intrude.

Independently of the summoning ritual, we have also invited many Sims to practice "merriment" with us. Serenity bough an extra toy and encouraged Resistance to gift it to little Naomi Devir to forge a friendship. Seeing Naomi was the first time I had the opportunity to observe a Sim larva with zero percantage of Sixamese blood. I found it a little strange and uncanny, but I am sure I will get used to the sight.

Tangentially related to all of this, later that evening, another positive thing happened. (despite Balthazar's screams of pain) The sounds of struggle attracted the red creature, but also me. Balthazar went into labor, and with the marginal help of the red creature, I was able to deliver the larva. It's a healthy youngling, and Balthazar and Zachary named her Yearning.

Speaking of Balthazar, I worry for him.

It doesn't seem to be connected to his recent procreation. He has physically recovered very fast, and displays warm and fatherly behavior towards the newborn. However, he seems to be plagued by something else. He speaks about "visions" and "the great beyond". One evening I found him half passed out by the stairs. On my attempt to revive him, he mumbled something about "the rot" and then passed out completely.

I am also confused by the nature of his relationship with Zachary. I am not supposed to know this, but they were talking very loudly and forced this information upon my ears.

Zachary informed Balthazar he knew "about Terry" (Terry Hanson?), in a seemingly appreciative, congratulary tone. Balthazar's stress receptors seemed to, however, overload, and he stormed out.

Meanwhile, Serenity elected to finally enter professional science, and became an Animal Linguist.

She also had a new shed built in our garden. I inquired, she could only tell me it was a fully clandestine matter, and nobody was ready to know yet. She goes there at least once a day, and always locks the door when she leaves.

I am pleased to inform you that Agatha still lives, and according to her, old age hasn't been able to break her will to stay. She provides invaluable help with the younglings, even though she has something that she waves off a "resting sad face".

That would be all for now. I might soon write more. Tomorrow, Zachary has a semi-public court hearing with (or against) Victor Beldine. They fight over who gets to raise Fabian. I do not approve. They should both do it, that is the best for the larva. Serenity and Balthazar will go to support Zachary, and they've invited me, too, but I have declined. Victor is my friend and I do not wish to sit through possibly hours of my family being terrible to him, and vice-versa. My time will be better spent either with the children, or in the laboratory.

Stella Terrano Elaho-Inipp, signing off

[luffythinker]

said it was ok for me to come back and talk about Shigaraki/Dabi so now im gonna do that. Like, im not going into canon events all that much and my version of LOV is like face view these are bad guys but they are people and everything isn't happening back to back so take it as a silly scenario i guess? possibly an AU?

What do you think about trans Shigaraki coming out to Dabi while drunk? like Dabi just accepts it and when Shigs done with his hangover the next day he remembers he came out to him like "oh shit i really did that" and now he's insecure because he thinks Dabi's gonna view him differently, not that his view matters but it does.

This needs context. Lets say after kamino that's when the gang really started to be friends they all started treating eachother with a little more respect but your all still my bitches - everyone in the league probably 2023 lol

Dabi and Shigs have been getting super close, like it's not boss and henchmen it's we are almost equals but you know im in charge winky face. After a heist they always have pizza partys or whatever they can steal for dinner cause we don't have kurogiri :( Shigs and dabs always sit close enough for their shoulders or knee to touch and Dabi notices Shigs getting a little too up in the air. Dabi is not gonna be that ass so he takes Shigs outside to get some air and water away from everyone "can't see out leader looking like a he got drugged at the bar" and when i say he picks him up he throws him over his shoulder, nobody says anything cause he's just taking care of Shigs they just get a comedic voice from Twice like "STRIKE, your out!" followed by laughter Dabi gets him to get some water going through his body but he's high as a astronaut and sweating, Dabi makes sure his gloves are on and is just genuinely taking care of him complaining about how he rather not be but he really doesn't mind he's just putting on a show for noone, Shigs is mumbling and crying fake/real? tears about how being "Tomura" is hard work and at first Dabi thinks he's just talking nonsense until he starts complaining about his binder and how he fucking can't breath in it 9 times out of 10 of the time and Dabi's like "wait, what?" and he just continues to go on about how his shitty dad would always dress him up in a dress want him to be a propper young lady while sticking his pinky out and everything. He was compared to his sister all the time and he hated it Dabi is being flooded with information he can't have time to processes and he ask Dabi "If i told you i was trans would you hate me?" Like any of this is supposed to mean something to Dabi and Dabi tells him he needs to go to bed. After that night Dabi is internally freaking out "What just happen? why???" and he can't sleep that night after the fact Shigs is avoiding Dabi which is strange for everyone to watch and they think their in a huge fight. Himiko keeps asking Dabi what he did and Dabi tells her to butt out.

if you care about this i'll come back for a part 2

i honestly hold bnha canon events very in the back of my mind, at this point i barely remember the order of things, so yeah don't worry about staying truthful to a timeline or anything cause i assure you i most likely don't remember muchdjjdflkfk

and i absolutely love trans shigaraki, even in canon he gives me big non binary vibes so!!!!

oh my god i love how you painted this picture, his childhood was super hard with his father and transphobia. He probably felt like himself for the first time after he left the family and could explore his gender by himself. He knew since early age he wasn't a girl, so he would fully invest himself into looking like how he feels. I think AFO giving him a new name also marks his transitioning, he has always had a smaller chest so the binder helps with keeping it flat, but it is shigaraki so obviously he doesn't have the greatest relationship with himself, so he wears it super tight to the point it hurts him (i think its some kind of internal punishment). He never really told anyone about it because it's not anyone's business, but he likes dabi so it just feels so weird to not tell him that, not that he really wanted to because he doesn't want things to change but he also lowkey wants to be accepted fully as he is, while also too scared of being rejected again.

telling dabi about it while he's drunk is so on brand because he would never master up the courage to do it sober, i think the day after he would act like nothing happened and hope dabi wouldn't bring it up, but I'm curious to see how dabi would confront him about this from your pov!!!

(this might be weird but i really like shigaraki, like i think he's such a good villain)

[the-firebird69]

Couple other things happening here we are going to start experiencing changes and they said it this is really bad and it is:

--one thing is they're being very harsh to our son our son doesn't deserve it and they're wrong and they're very mean and they are getting hit for it the second is he's waiting for these stupid spokes and the assholes are sitting on it and in Florida they're going there and trying to figure out what the damn deal is and I can hear people hissing and saying stupid crap and they're getting angry and they're getting very upset and they can see there's an issue so we found out who it was today and they're kind of fighting to get it here and yeah it's probably trumpsters. And they're holding it up and they're sitting here doing nothing saying nothing being nothing it's quite a nightmare and nobody likes it and we know where it's headed or they're going to all sudden no but really they're saying we can't go over there now and these guys can't go over there now but it's still going to be high enough here and people are saying that too so I went over a few minutes and said there's like no direction here or what they're doing is not true but the pseudo empire won't be able to take the radiation here in punta Gorda or pork chops and also the Mac morlock won't be able to take it even Mack and Stan are at the limit pretty soon because it's accumulating. People are figuring it out that they're in trouble. So we know that they don't want to go over there and they can't stay here the ships are high enough to avoid it usually and they move up a little but they can't really sit there forever no they can sit there for a while so we are left with a question and we have to wait for the answer for the answer really is the trumpsters out thinking of moving him over there let us know where to go so there's no real move and it just sit here bringing but the function is going up to visit Ken and that's the whole thing and they want them on the e-bike to release more on the way up and then he'd be inside and they've been testing everything you know son says I have to release a shitload and Prilosec is leaving by Friday he's going to be at around 13% after the weekend 12% and at 10% it's like 60 days 2 months of a full dose but we don't think 9 no we we think that eight RADS for half day would release it but then he would be back here. these are things that they're thinking of but really we don't think that they want to move back over there. In conclusion I would say that it has to gestate a bit before anything happens it's only been a few hours but really he's right and she's right babe and they're thinking about it and it doesn't seem like they're interested and they're trying nothing to do a strange things people are complaining too what does that do but nothing and it keeps doing this weird stuff and they're starting to be hated on top of that in the big huge world there just doing things that are disgusting me awful and it's taking ropt and to the fact that people cannot stand them they want to fight with everybody and they're going to get clobbered. This is a pretty big story but really it has not come to fruition yet some people have some information on it they say and we talked about it

Thor Freya

It's kind of tired here a lot and it's oxygen he says and it is he's getting some today and he noticed the effect he heals pretty good is going to come in it is starting to flow it's going fairly fast growing all over the place and it grows naturally and it's eating up the red tide these ponds of water the canals are turning into kind of a green and it's a good sign and it's going to get much better here not only with the red tide be gone but oxygen will be present tonight we'll be about 18 with highs and about 21.5 tomorrow will be 19 tomorrow night highs of 22 and so on it's going to increase pretty fast up to about 19.5 during the day and 25 at night and it'll be spiking a steady 20 at night a low of 17 during the day will be next week around Wednesday . From that point on it's going to get higher and higher but very slowly but at those numbers our son will start healing and it needs it pretty badly he's not really sick but he needs to heal some things in a moment further news

Nuada Arrianna

Olympus

[noroi1000]

„Nyan III” !

Part two

A/n: This is the part I wanted to write today. After this time, I send the third part... It was supposed to end up with two, but I'm sending you this!

@wake-uptoreality this fluff is for you! Thank you for everything! I dedicate it to you for your help!

Cw: 2,4 k

No warnings! This is fluff. Only Satoru is a bit perverted.

The images used in this belong to their creators. I just remade them and just used them.

Satoru and Suguru as cats! Only fluff!

You don't know if it's a good thing that instead of leaving the house you spend time with cats.

Or rather, your boys.

Your cats are your boyfriends too...

No matter how weird it may sound.

It is really so, and no one can tell you this is a mistake.

You are not wrong. Don't think you're crazy.

Satoru and Suguru understand you. Even though when they are in the form of cats, things are a bit different.

Then they don't talk to you. But you often see their emotions on their faces.

You know when they are pissed off, annoyed, happy and also sad. 

You don't know by what miracle, but really as cats they can communicate with you somehow.

They will show you something, give you something.

You wish they could stay in their human form any longer.

Once a day for several hours or more often. So you can't complain.

But they are often cats. 

You don't mind the presence of these two purrs, but you prefer your boyfriends.

You don't know why they prefer to be cats.

Honestly, you wish your apartment was a little louder. More conversations. More people.

But you have cats.

And Satoru as a cat is obnoxious anyway.

You often say something or irritate you for fun as a human.

As a cat...

This is different. Meows, purrs... 

He sometimes hisses at Suguru when you give him more attention.

And you have seen more than once how both of them are beating each other with their fluffy paws.

It was sweet for you, so you recorded it.

During their quarrel, they are better as cats. Nobody speaks. There are no screams.

They just meow. 

Most of the time they are very playful cats.

Tails up, mouth with a small smile.

Additionally, they are energetic cats. 

They don't sleep very much.

Not like normal cats that sleep half their lives. They are everywhere. They run and jump.

They are not like normal cats...

After all, they are human.

Plus, they're both your boys.

This may sound very strange. But your boyfriends are cats.

That's why you can't tell anyone.

And you also don't want to say you live with them.

You pay cheaper for an apartment.

You have fewer tenants, and they live with you anyway.

You pay neither more nor less for animals.

You rent an apartment for one person. So having two cats/people you pay nothing.

This is where it comes in handy.

You don't feel lonely, and you don't have to waste anything. The only waste is your body. You have claw scratches on your skin. Especially after Satoru's claws. 

It climbed on you to lie on your shoulders.

You even woke up once with a scratched neck.

Why? Because Satoru is a person who constantly bites you to leave traces. As a human and as a cat. He bit you mostly as a human. 

Only Suguru has any respect for your whole body.

As a cat.

As a human, he becomes more like Satoru. He hugs you, lifts you up and wants to bite you.

You are their girlfriend after all.

That's why you always have marks on both sides of your neck. One for Satoru and one for Suguru. 

You don't like when they fight, so you let them equal.

But sometimes the boundaries go wrong.

And especially the white cat is not interested in sticking to the rules.

That's why they get jealous together. That is your worst problem. 

You treat both of them equally, but they really go overboard sometimes.

If you forbid them something, they will do it anyway. Even if you love them, sometimes it's unbearable. 

When you don't let them lie on you and they don't know enough reason why they can't, they'll just lie down anyway.

When you take offense at them, they turn into people and both hug you in bed at the same time. 

Cats that turn into humans every day.

For you.

Their meowing shows you that you have someone in your life. That someone loves you. 

·°~★~°·

You're tired after work... 

Even if you work in a company as a secretary. Even that is not an exact term. You just fill out paperwork all day. You get paid by doing almost nothing. At least that's what others think. This is so tiring. Your back, eyes and head hurt. Almost every day. 

Your position is not important in the company. You just work there and fill out some paperwork. Almost every day. And that's always something to do.

As soon as you came back, you weren't looking at anything else.

You just fell on the bed without looking where your cats are.

They may not even be there. They also go out sometimes. And you just want to rest.

Especially now. You don't care about emails from work anymore. You don't care what else you have to do.

Satoru and Suguru can have their own dinner...

Besides, as cats, they eat no less than humans. And they should eat less because they have smaller stomachs as fluffy animals. But still, appearances are deceptive. They confuse you very much. They eat as much as they eat as humans. So it doesn't mean anything. You can wake up with an empty fridge anyway...

Now, when you think about food, you have gotten hungry.

You don't want to interfere with you to do anything...

You think you'll go to sleep...

You just quickly checked the hour on your phone before putting the touchscreen device down on the bed next to you, and closing your eyes.

It felt so heavy lying on your stomach. But it was comfortable to feel the soft mattress all over my body. At least your poor spine doesn't have to keep you upright now. You can completely lie down and relax.

Probably neither Suguru nor Satoru are at home. Since they have not come to you so far, they are not here.

If they were with you, they'd both be adjacent to you already. It does not matter whether in the form of a cat or a human. It is enough that it is them.

And now you could use a soft, relaxing cat fur or the warm skin of your lovers... 

Anyway, so that they don't tire you anymore...

Or better, make you dinner...

Or have them come back after you've been asleep for at least half an hour...

You were thinking with your eyes closed, and it made your body fall asleep. 

But as always, something must wake you up...

You felt a prickle on your thigh.

You got a muscle cramp or lay down on something. Or you may also have some living creature there...

One answer was correct.

And that was the third answer.

You turned to see the white fur.

You sighed. You rested a bit.

"Hi, Satoru." you said smiling slightly.

Suddenly he jumped on your back. His paws almost massaged you, but he was heavy... 

You don't know if this fur weighs so much or because it's a big cat... If any of them lay on your face, you would choke you. And they themselves weigh a lot when they are human.

You could at least die strangled in soft fur... It is also some friendly death...

You saw and felt him climb onto your ass.

"...The pervert cat... Who would have thought they existed..." you laughed as he lay down, pressing into your body. He began to purr.

You closed your eyes but you looked there again when you heard a loud meowing.

You no longer felt Satoru on your body. That's why you looked over there and sat down on the bed.

Satoru clawed on the bed as Suguru's cat pulled on his tail.

The white cat meowed sadly.

"Sugu, leave him alone." You grunted and held out your hand to the dark cat. 

You put your hand on his head and let go of the white's tail.

Satoru climbed onto the bed and sat down next to you. 

"Welcome home, (y/n)-chan." suddenly you heard Satoru's voice. You turned to see him in human form.

He leaned in to place a kiss on your lips.

"I finally came back..." you grunted and rested your head against his chest. You patted the seat next to you to make Suguru jump there.

He was still in the form of a cat.

You stroked his back.

"Sugu, why don't you turn into a human?" you asked holding in your hand the paw he gave you.

"He lost the bet."

"What?"  You turned to Satoru.

"I made a bet with him that when I jumped on you whether you would throw me off or not. Suguru said you would be tired and throw me off right away. So we made a bet. If you don't dump me, he becomes a cat for another hour. If you dump me, I'll be a cat for two hours."

"And he lost...?" you laughed. 

You showed him any jumped on your lap.

He sat down there, surrendering to your caresses.

"Have a look. He can't beat me!"

Suddenly Satoru stood up, taking Suguru's paws in his hands and picked him up, leaning against his chest. He picked it up slightly and then lowered it.

You saw Suguru's face twist in dissatisfaction. 

"Satoru, but as a cat he can too–"

You didn't have time to finish before you saw Suguru push away from Satoru, land on the bed, and suddenly he jumped back on Satoru with his claws. 

"Hisss–" you only heard it, and then Satoru's loud groan as he tried to protect himself.

The dark cat clung to Satoru's clothes and waved its paws to attack him whenever he tried to push him away.

You laughed softly at the sight, but you came quickly and pulled Suguru off him. 

"If this is what your punishment for losing is going to be, you can change!" White-haired groaned. "This is worse than pissing you off as a human..."

Suguru calmed down.

You put him on the floor and he turned into a human. 

You now have two men.

"Now you've you lost by saying I can't attack you." Suguru laughed. You heard his voice for the first time today.

"Okay Okay..." Satoru muttered with a smile before walking up to you and kissing you passionately. 

As he pulled away, with a cocky smile he turned into a cat at the sight of your blush.

He proudly went into the kitchen.

Suguru hugged you and kissed you gently on the cheek.

You grabbed his waist. It's nice to cuddle with them when they're human. Even though it is the same when they are cats. 

"I'll go check where he went." He spoke and turned into a cat again and followed his friend.

You laughed. It was always fun at home. Especially with them. It doesn't matter if cats or people.

You didn't have time to turn around and Satoru already appeared in front of you.

You got scared...

He was sitting on the floor with a mochi box in front of him.

Suguru sat down next to him. 

"The mochi are out?" you asked, knowing exactly the answer. "Satoru I have to pay the rent for the apartment this week. I'll buy you a supply some other time."

Suddenly a banknote appeared in his mouth. From where?

"You know it's only enough for one box, right?" you laughed.

And now you widened your eyes to see that he was holding a black credit card instead of a banknote... You sat on the edge of the bed.

"Okay..." you looked at him strangely. It wasn't your credit card. "You didn't steal it from anyone, did you?"

"Meow." you looked at Suguru who was meowing. He was pointing his paw at his white friend. 

"So that's his card. Why I didn't know about this?" 

They both purred. 

"We have to eat dinner?" you said and you wanted to get up.

 When you were about to get up, Satoru jumped on you, causing you to roll over on the bed.

"Hey!" 

"Purr..." 

He lay down on your stomach before he left.

They both disappeared into the kitchen.

Were you supposed to rest while the cats were in the kitchen?

That is a bit strange.

After all, they don't have grippy thumbs to grab anything...

Or maybe they turned into people...

You stayed like that for a while.

They are cute.

You could never leave them.

Same with the fact that they are also dangerous as cats.

Even as friends, they do everything for you. And they are jealous...

But you have two hands. So you can pet them both at once.

You haven't felt the smoke of burning fur in the house yet.  

  °~-★-~°

 Ten minutes later you went to the kitchen. They really did cook as cats... 

Suguru was standing by the pot. By the fire...

And Satoru was sitting in the chair. There were several plates on the kitchen island.

You walked quickly to Suguru.

"Sugu, watch your tail." You said quickly, taking it from the stove. 

You know they have clean feet. Sometimes they are able to wash them under water. Soap. 

But for now, only a pot of water is on fire. Next to it, a packet of pasta. 

"You cannot cook when you are cats!" 

They both looked at you.

You picked up the black cat.

You hugged Suguru, keeping him with you.

Moments later you felt the weight increase a lot. 

Suddenly you were hugged by him as a human. He was standing on his own legs, and you were a little pulled up. They were so tall...

"Okay. Sweetheart~." he muttered with a smile.

You saw him wincing a little, and then you saw Satoru climbing over his clothes. Until he lay on his shoulders.

As always, they made up with each other. 

You walked over to them. You put your hand on Satoru-cat's head, and on Suguru's cheek. 

They both came closer to your touch.

He watched Suguru cook supper. He made pasta and sauce.

You always enjoyed Suguru's cooking.

You were sitting with Satoru until he suddenly turned into a human as well. 

You sat on his lap while you waited for food.

Happy evening with your "cats". 

You felt the fatigue go away.

You went to the bathroom to take a shower and when you came back you saw them lying in bed. 

Both without shirts. They lay facing each other with a gap between their bodies.

They showed you that this was the place for you.

You slipped between them, pressing your back against Satoru's chest as you put your head against Suguru's chest. 

Relax after tiring hours.

You're not crazy. Really your boyfriends are two people who turn into cats.

Your life is very enjoyable.

Next part

[starry-blue-echoes]

Alright, with the timeline clarification question out of the way, its time to start getting my thoughts on the StarSwap AU.

For starters, Star Swap Phantom Blood undergoes a complete tonal shift. 

Like, regular Phantom Blood is probably the most serious of the JoJo parts. I don’t think it has any sections of it that are intentionally played for laughs. 

And that all changes with Jolyne arrives because she is officially done with this before it even starts.

While the whole “having to adapt to life as a Victorian gentlemen”, sucks, the one things she is fully prepared for is Dio’s Bullshit. She doesn’t even bother tolerating him. 

Dio: (says some thinly veiled insult)

Jolyne: Alright, sure, fuck you too.

Dio: wha- you can’t just say things like that!

Jolyne: Watch me. (Flips Dio off while walking away)

The first fight against Vampire Dio is going to be less about “Oh no! My brother’s become a monster!” and more “Heck yeah! I can finally punch this asshole without without anyone complaining about it anymore!”

Dio: I have rejected my humanity, JoJo!

Jolyne: Alright cool but are you a stand user? (Summons Stone Free)

Dio: A stand what? (Doesn’t notice)

(Stone Free Punches him in the face)

And the whole initial Zeppeli interaction goes differently. Because he still shows up and punches Jolyne in the stomach, activating her latent hamon potential (Yaaay hamon-user Jolyne is the best), but rather that being shocked, Jolyne just punches Zeppili back and sends him flying.

And then the final Fight against Dio is going to be much less dramatic, because Jolyne does not give him the opportunity to be dramatic.

Dio: I can freeze your blood!

Jolyne: Okay but what is my blood was string?

Dio: (irratated WRYYYYYY)

Dio: I can shoot pressurized fluid from my eyes! 

Jolyne: Okay, now I know you’re just trying to show off (deflects space ripper stingy eyes with Stone Free)

Dio: (infuriated WRYYYYYY)

This isn’t to say that the fights aren’t going to be challenging for her, they definitely are. 

But having a stand gives Jolyne a much more level playing field against Dio compared to what Jonathan had to deal with.

RJHBFHJDRBFHBHVD Y E A H -

Jolyne is 110% D O N E with every single aspect of Dio's Bullshit. Honestly what he's doing is almost nothing compared to Literal Prison and he's not even a Stand User so dealing with him is easy

the time period? honestly sucks ass. At the very least she has a good status, but she really misses her old body. She misses being able to be Jolyne and a she, but this is possibly one of the single worst time periods for those feelings to exist in

so Dio ends up being a good outlet for all these frustrations. She isn't fooled by his Playing Nice attitude, she knows he's plotting some shit. Plus, even him playing nice doesn't make him kind. In the beginning she thinks Jonathan would've been incredibly gullible and stupid to believe it........ but then she learns and experiences exactly Jonathan had to live his life and realises Dio's "change" was probably the kindest thing the guy had ever experienced

but she doesn't have time to deal with All That, so she decides to spend her time getting back at Dio and making a nice life Jonathan could maybe return to :D

and to make things even funnier, what if as the months/years go by, Jolyne slowly perfects the art of subtly telling Dio to Fuck Off in public and various explicit Fuck Offs to tell him when nobody else is around. It throws Dio off completely because not only is Jonathan acting VERY different, but he's also actually pushing back and noticing what he's doing which is a mix of confusing, freaky and frustrating. Plus....... there's all the strange supernatural things happening around his 'brother.' Dio could've sworn he's seen objects float, he trips on apparently nothing almost daily, things seem to move with no one there to move them

If Dio had a new sudden interest in stories of the supernatural...... well that's nobodies business

(and if Jolyne took extra care to specifically fuck around with his super natural stuff, that's nobodies business either :3)

but also YEAH Jolyne is going so happy to finally have an excuse to finally be able to get Dio in trouble for all the shit he's pulled over the years. Sure it's not for everything, and honestly most of the things he did are likely to stay unknown for the rest of their lives, but at least this one would get Dio locked up for a good while, if not for the rest of his life

I think it would be funny for Speedwagon to be a bit surprised by Jolyne's reaction. After all, as far as he's aware this is Jolyne's brother, sure there are some conflicting feelings there.......... but then she quickly explains All The Shit Dio's Pulled Over The Years and his surprise becomes "oh yeah never mind that makes sense fuck that guy"

(it's also entirely possible that while the mansion burns down, George might not die. Jolyne doesn't have the same honour code as Jonathan and wouldn't be lured as easily. And even if she was, she'd at least have the abilities to redirect the knife safely)

I do think Jolyne would be a bit more secretive with her Stand though, just in general. She's absolutely going to use it whenever she can, but Stone Free is one card she aims to keep as close to her chest as possible. She's going to be going all out when the mansion starts burning down. Using SF to make holes around Dio's attacks to avoid getting injured, climbing the walls to get out of reach, anything she can do to take this guy down she pulls out every trick she has because she knows that only one of them is walking away from this fight

as a result, while she's still definitely going to have to spend some time in the hospital, she's going to be way less injured than Jonathan was, which is nice. She's immediately on edge when Zeppeli shows up tho, she's gotten blindsided by too much Bullshit Shenanigans to let herself get caught off guard that easily. Unfortunately with her injuries Zeppeli still manages to punch her, and while it does wind her she immediately decks him right back

also, Stone Free is going to be ridiculously compatible with Hamon. Kinda like with Joseph and Hermit Purple, Stone Free's reach and dexterity is now going to be given an extra punch

and dhrbghvdbhvbd the "what if my blood was string" definitely got a laugh out of me, and given the fact most of the people present know Stone Free exists she probably wouldn't be too secretive about it at the moment. The fight is made a bit difficult in how Dio is ow consciously aware of SF, and how while he can't see the Stand he's still strong enough to rip them with relative ease if Jolyne's not careful

[queenofmalkier]

Very wordy replies about Min below.

tigraine-mantear I think with min it’s this specific issue of her adjusting her style so that her pants are tight to the point of discomfort, her wearing heels although she can’t balance on them on a battlefield in book 11, and her interest in philosophy being introduced without any real meat to it - she also does threaten rand with physical violence a couple of times and it lands wrong because rj uses humour in bad contexts some times. I mostly pity her writing - it suffers from Written By Man disease.

I mean, a lot of my interests start with me picking up a book and going 'Huh, actually this is a whole vibe' so I can't fault Min for the same - especially when you consider the class systems in WOT. She wouldn't have been exposed to philosophy before in any depth, let alone had the time to read tons of books.

What starts as her picking up a book to hide what she's doing becomes something she's clearly interested in. That feels more real than giving her a backstory regarding the interest, in my personal opinion. And it's not like it just shows up, it's been mentioned at least three times so far in passing and I haven't seen her since I started book eight.

Discomfort, I suppose people can fault her if they want. But she's not doing it because anyone made her or told her to, certainly not Rand, boy is oblivious that she’s even doing it on purpose, and I have worn some very uncomfortable outfits because I liked them - and many other characters do as well. Elayne, Nynaeve, Birgitte just to name a few. It's human nature, sometimes we just like pretty shit. We're magpies.

Does that mean I will complain about a dress riding up or my shoes being uncomfortable, because it’s annoying? Absolutely! But I’m still choosing to wear those items - it’s more wishing they could be comfortable. Again, human nature. Complaining is a form of commiseration even if it’s only internal. (I feel like there’s so many alsos and buts in this run-on ramble BUT: I also think Min focuses a lot on small, petty things to be upset about because the big glaring Rand Is Going To Die is really hard to face every single time she looks at him. Grief is a strange thing, more so when she’s grieving what hasn’t happened.)

One also has to consider that there is nothing wrong with wanting to look and feel pretty - and Min wants that, not just from Rand. Consider her reaction to Herid telling Rand not to bring her again because she’s too pretty and her treasuring that note.

She’s likely been tomboyish all her life and didn’t think she could be considered beautiful while not in a dress, but posing as Elmindreda made her consider what she could take from the high femme look that worked for her. (She did think about wearing dresses for Rand, because she does want Rand to like her, but ultimately decided against it because that wasn’t who she was. This implies the changes she’s made are things she in the very least likes.)

Also... if anyone can be said to drastically be changing their style, Aviendha MASSIVELY changes her appearance from Maiden to wetlander in silks. She is uncomfortable in those clothes too, probably more so because she's doing something so much more taboo in her culture than Min is in hers, yet I rarely see her dogged on for that. Right now in book eight she’s on the verge of tears over talking about silks and lace.

As far as the battlefield, fairly certain we've seen Berelain in a hoe dress on the battlefield though I haven’t hit that point (and everywhere - but no mention if she WANTS to dress that way or has to because of her tenuous position), and plenty of others in unpractical clothing because they wouldn't be part of the fighting. But nobody is mad at them?

I'm having a hard time thinking of threats she's made at the moment, I know she does but. Well. I just had to read through a lot of Mat/Tylin and everything pales in comparison to that while reading. I will say that from her POV and Rand’s POV, from what I remember, her doesn’t feel threatened by her or take those threats seriously. He’s stated more than once how safe he feels with Min. As long as neither of them feels uncomfortable or genuinely afraid, can we real call her out for that?

This is why I hesitate in applying our modern perspective in terms of relationships to those within the books for the same reason I don’t apply those perspectives to historical figures - because it’s doing a disservice to the context of the time or narrative. And the people.

Verbal threats in the series are far from uncommon, between all relationships, and it doesn’t appear to be frowned upon or seen as negative. How many times has Nynaeve threatened to box somebody’s ears - her being the most likely person to actually follow through with such threats - but aside from thinking she has an attitude problem, nobody feels unsafe around her or takes those threats as threats.

I am not saying it’s right. I’m not saying relationships should feature threatening language. I am merely saying that I’m not comfortable judging characters in WOT for the behavior when it seems to be a societal norm. (With the exception of Altara, which many characters outside of locals find to be excessive. But again, is it fair to judge another culture from my own cultural beliefs?)

I understand just not liking a character for one reason or another - I'm not an Egwene fan and BOY HOWDY - and that's cool, but it's the dogpiling that gets to me. The way I've seen people trying to justify their dislike as being solely because she’s a bad character and trying to make others dislike her too because of it rather than just accepting that hey, she's not their cup of tea.

I think that’s more a general pressure on people in fandom spaces to have an entire essay prepared in the event of you not liking something. Which is so weird to me, because it’s not like if somebody said ‘well I don’t like the color blue’ they’d have to defend that statement like it was their dang thesis, but I digress.

spectrum-color I don’t dislike Min at all because ultimately her personality is fun and her powers are interesting, but I can understand why people do because her relationship with Rand cannibalizes her entire storyline in the back half of the series and she starts to fall into the Heroes Designated Love Interest trap where the girlfriend becomes the least interesting character Note that the designated love interest thing pretty much exclusively happens to female characters…

I’m going to hold off on my judgment here, because I’m not done yet, but that very well could be the case. A lot of what I remember is her trying to help him, him being collared and almost killing her against his will, and Tuon calling dibs on Min’s abilities.

It could also be that there’s too many important characters towards the end, so people have to be sidelined and they suffer as a character for it - but it’s for the good of the story. I’m at the beginning of book 8 and already the backtracking is a bit jarring - I know the Seanchan had landed from Mat’s POV, but now I’m before that moment with Elayne, Aviendha, and Nynaeve and it’s awkward. Not the first time, either.

Imagine if he had to do that more than once for several characters to tell the complete story.

Closing thoughts: you can dislike a character, a plot, a book, the sun, whatever you want. Disliking something doesn’t inherently make it bad though and I’m going to die on this hill.

[iwadori]

Why you break up with the haikyu boys part 2 (Osamu, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ushijima.)

Part 1 (Atsumu, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Genre: angst

masterlist

Osamu: “For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know that you...”

You and Osamu were basically arranged to be together, you were best friends from when you were little and your parents thought you were a match made in heaven.

Did you love Osamu? Of course, you pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on.

But there was always a strange look he gave you whenever he mentioned his brother. You never really focused on it, but that was something you took note of.

When you came back home, after a long day of work. You see Osamu sitting in the kitchen alone, with some paper in front of him and a drink in his hand.

“‘Samu Babe!” You exclaim sauntering over to him “How are yo-“

“Don’t.” He said simply, taking a sipping some of his drink (to which you could only assume was some form of hard liquor.)

“Why ‘Samu, what’s wro-“

“You bought tickets to his game.”

“Who’s game?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, you bought tickets to my idiot of a brothers game in an attempt to slut around under my nose..”

“Samu, that’s not what it was I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Y/N!” He yelled slamming his drink down making you flinch.

“Gosh Samu whats wrong with you. I know that I had a teeny crush on Atsumu when we were kids but it was just a childhood crush. An innocent childhood crush.”

“For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know yo-“

“You know what? That I’ve spent majority of my life, trying to ease your own insecurities and jealousy of your own goddamn brother. How childish can you be Osamu ?”

Osamu eyes opened a bit in realisation, and his lips slightly parted. “But Y/N, you-“

“I what? Brought us tickets to your TWIN brothers final volleyball game, because I wanted him to see the support from his family and friends.”

“I’m sorry Y/N I really a-“

“Don’t.” you say picking up the tickets and turning around “I just thought maybe, just maybe for at least a day you could put your weird feelings towards your brother aside... but I guess you can’t.”

You left the apartment, and got your stuff another day (one where you knew Osamu was at work.)

No you did not end up dating Atsumu, you were most certainly friends and only friends. You did end up going to the game on your own, to cheer on Atsumu who most definitely appreciated it.

You thought you saw a certain Miya twins sitting in the stands at of the game, hiding his face with a baseball cap. Which made you smile a bit...

Well at least he ended up coming to the game.

Iwaizumi: “I just don’t want you Y/N, I never did”

In your second year of Seijoh Highschool, you were approached by a rough looking boy who had a ‘resting bitch face,’ and looked like they were coming to pick a fight with you.

But no, it was just “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

He was very popular throughout your school, as he was vice captain of the schools volleyball team and he was Oikawa Toorus best friend.

So when he approached you that Friday afternoon at your locker, you definitely didn’t know why.

“Y/N..” he said nervously scratching the back of his neck “umm this is for you..”

In his hands was a bar of chocolate and a scrunched up note that read

AN: DID I WRITE THAT NOTE MYSELF, yes yes I did anyways...

You were very surprised at this sudden confession as you and Iwaizumi weren’t in the same social circles and you were definitely not the type of girl that would be on his ‘radar.’

You had a quite unsettling feeling, which made you subconsciously squint your eyes at him. But they soon soften as you saw the nervousness that Iwaizumi was showcasing to you as you were contemplating on you answer.

You got out a pen, shaking the unsettling feeling you had out of your head. And ticked the box “Yes” giving it back to Iwaizumi.

He smiled widely and rushed towards you in an attempts in giving you a hug which went awkwardly wrong leaving you both laughing.

Dating Hajime, wasn’t bad nor good... it’s just what you wouldn’t expect it to be.

There wasn’t much of a change to what your usual school routine was which consisted of: going to lessons and spending break and lunch on your own reading a book.

And technically you were still doing that, but you were now just always with Hajime. Wether it was at lunch or at practice (which he always insisted you go to, also hinting that he would like for you to bring him bentos to practice.) which you did end up doing.

One day, whilst doing your daily “bento delivery,” to your boyfriend, you overhear him talking to his friends; Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

“God I can’t stand her, always running behind me like a lost puppy giving me bentos that I didn’t even fucking as for” he complained, making you gasp.

“Really?” Exclaimed Hanamaki “I know you said she confessed to you one time, but I didn’t know it was that bad?”

“Yeah she’s a stalking bitch, it’s getting annoying.”

“Gosh it’s seems someones getting a taste of the ‘Oikawa Experience’” Matsun said making them all laugh.

You entered the room, furious. “What the fuck Hajime?”

“Woah woah woah, it’s seems your stalkers about iwa, we’ll leave you too it” said Hanamaki, with Matsun following behind him as they leave.

“What do they mean I’m a stalker?”

“Well aren’t you?” He responded with a smirk

“Gosh y/n you’ve been following me about for a while now, dont you think it’s time to stop”

“Bu-But you confessed, with your note and w-“

“Are you sure about that Y/N, cause I don’t really recall ...?”

“Hajime don’t lie, we were dating.. we ARE DATING.”

“Okay Y/N let me fill you in on a little secret,” he said leaning down next to your ear “I don’t want you Y/N, I never did.”

“ but why m-“

“Why you? Because nobody knows Y/N L/N and nobody cares, I can tarnish your name and nobody will give a shit.. and that’s why your an easy target” he said still smiling “ I just wanted to rub it into Shittykawas face that I had my own little “fan club”

You were stunned, frozen in shock as Iwaizumi walks past you to leave the gym, making sure to grab the bento you made him.

“Thanks again for the help, I’m definitely going to miss these bentos!”

You should have listened to your gut feeling from before.

Daichi: “you’re just not marriage material”

Daichi was “the perfect guy,” he was nice to strangers and was helpful to the community and just an all round great guy.

So it was a massive question as to why he went for you, since you were definitely not the girl for Daichi.

“I don’t care what anyone says, your the perfect girl for me” was what he always said.

Even though those statements went out the window whenever his mother got involved.

Daichi’s mum was a strict traditional woman, who believed in family values that went back thousands of years ago.

And she most certainly didn’t like you.

She wanted you to be Daichi’s doting wife, who cooked and cleaned for him. Whilst he works and was the breadwinner of the house.

Although you found no problem with the women that did do this, but this was not for you.

When it comes to meet ups with you, Daichi and his mother. He never told her to stop when it came to the rude comments she made about you, or the times she suggested Daichi go for a more “prim and proper” girl named “Misaki Ayuzawa.”

After the meetings, when his mother was gone, he always tried to reassure that she was wrong and her words didn’t matter.

But you knew they did, that daichi was actually considering some of the things she said about you wether they were true or not.

The tension in your household was strong, since you barely talked to each other anymore. But you had hope for better things...

Until one day, you get a message from Daichi’s mother saying. “It seems Daichi made the right choice, as we all know ‘Mother Knows best.’” With a video attached of Daichi proposing to the one and only “Mikasa Ayuzawa” surrounded by all their high class business friends.

When Daichi got home he yelled, “Y/N, where are you I was at this business party at this fancy restaurant and I got some nice things for you to try!”

“Business party?” You say rolling your eyes “Or Engagement party.”

The shocked look on his face made you smile, as you both knew now that he was caught.

“Fuck you daichi! Why would you do this without even tell me !” You yelled, tearing up a bit.

“Y/N, it wasn’t meant to go down like that it was just I was talking to my mu-“

“Fuck your mum! And you!”

“I’m sorry Y/N you’re just not marriage material an-“

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say, you’ve done it and it’s over with”you said leaving.

“I’ll come back to get my stuff later,” you say “oh and congratulations on the engagement Sawamura-San”

After you said that, Daichi’s heart broke.

He did end up marrying her, and he regretted every day of it. Since she was great and all, but she just wasn’t you...

But he knows now you’re long gone, definitely not going to forgive him for marrying another girl whilst being with him.

Ushijima : stop being so emotional

You and Ushijima were very much opposite In every aspect, and at first it wasn’t really a problem.

Especially since you always excused it as “opposite attracts.”

But recently all you and Ushijima do is argue, left and right always arguing.

You complained about Ushijimas lack of emotion when it came to you, you don’t think he cared about you or about anything.

Whenever you brought up something that was wrong he would reply with “Y/N this is something you need to be acting all upset about.”

And that would definitely upset you even more, you just wanted him to notice you or shout “Y/N I care about you and I love you.”

But Of course he didn’t.

One night he came back late (again) after promising to be home early to have a meal together.

“What’s taken you so long Ushi?” You asked

“I was at practice. I told you this.” He said simply, remaining as stoic as ever.

“But you said- you promised that we can have dinner together.” You said

“ oh well I’m sorry. We can have dinner now if you like.”

“I’m not hungry anymore” you mumbled past him, going to your bedroom.

“Y/N, what’s your problem” he said following after you.

“It’s nothing...”you said tears filling your eyes.

“Okay I’m going to go eat now.” He said leaving you alone in the room going to the kitchen, making you sigh.

After you calm yourself and collect your faults, you go into the kitchen where Ushijima is at the table eating.

“Ushijima, we need to talk.” You said taking a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“We should break up.”

“Okay.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You say tearing up again.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking that for a while now.” He said bluntly “since Y/N, you’re just too emotional.”

“Oh I see.” You say now full on crying.

Ushijima looks up to see you all teared-eye, and he is kind of suprised because ‘why were you upset.’ He got up and tried to console you, but you flinched away and said “Don’t, just don’t Ushijima.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...”

“Why are you sorry? Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

“No.”

“Well then, just seems to prove my point further...” you go to leave before saying “thanks for the wonderful time... I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”

AN: can someone appreciate what I did with Iwaizumis....no? Okay 😃 I feel this one way way more angsty then part one but oh well. What did you think.

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Threesome with Bokuto Kōtarō and Akaashi Keiji

Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!Reader x Beta!Akaashi

Warnings: Omegaverse, double penetration, dubcon, creampies, some BokuAka action (bc those are my babies), this is long

Summary: After presenting as a Beta, your mother decided being friends with an Alpha wasn’t good for him. After moving, you befriended another Beta, Akaashi Keiji. After years of not getting over your childhood crush, you never expected to see him again as your best friend’s mate. Akaashi can’t take care of Bokuto through his entire rut, so he lets Bokuto have some fun. There’s a lot of catching up to do between you two, anyways.

— 5 years old, [Y/N]

“You need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],” your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what Kōtarō had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. “He’s presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.”

“That doesn’t matter, mommy. He’s my friend,” you had said, not quite understanding. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“[Y/N], listen to me. He doesn’t want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.” At the time, you didn’t understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didn’t want you as a friend. You’d prove her wrong when you finished your homework.

You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and Kōtarō’s spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. “Kō-chan?”

“My mom said we can’t hang out anymore,”

— present day

You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.

Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. “Keiji!”

“[Y/N],” he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after Kōtarō ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each other’s house, hoping a relationship would bloom. “The usual, please,”

“You sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,” your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.

“Hm, I think I’ll go with the pumpkin latte for today,” he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. “I’ll have to let my boyfriend know,”

“Oh?” That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyone’s an idiot. Now he’s got a lover? “Do tell,”

“He’s an Alpha, but his parents don’t care. Don’t tell mom. She thinks you’re my soulmate, still,”

You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keiji’s mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical ‘wife’ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.

“Wait till she finds out you’re mated to someone else,”

“I prefer to term courting to mate, since I’m plain and boring. He’s anything but, honestly,”

“Perfect match for you, Kei-chan,” you winked, seeing Keiji’s cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.

“He reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,”

“Maybe I am your soulmate, you just don’t like me,”

“Haha, very funny,” he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldn’t call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.

You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you don’t know why.

The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesn’t strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph you’re typing out.

Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:17 pm]

- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. I’m busy.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:18 pm]

- please im hungry

The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.

[Sweetcheeks😘 - 12:22 pm]

- I’ll be there asap Kei

— 5 years old, Kōtarō Bokuto

“Kōtarō, I need to talk to you,” his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. “You need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,”

“Why? Did we do something bad?” He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?

“No, baby, not this time,” she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. “Her mother doesn’t want you two hanging out so much. She said they’ll be moving soon, so I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.”

Kōtarō didn’t smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldn’t hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasn’t fair.

— present day

Kōtarō had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and Shūgo getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldn’t quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time Kōtarō’s cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldn’t walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.

Kōtarō’s arrival to Keiji’s apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. “I’ve missed you,”

“I’ve missed you, too, Akaashi,” Kōtarō said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.

“I had a pumpkin latte earlier,” Keiji immediately said, expecting Kōtarō’s reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. “I made a nest. It’s not as good as an Omega’s-“

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kōtarō’s voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. “You’re not an Omega. You don’t have to act like one,”

“I-I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasn’t necessarily bad, per se. “I just-“

“I’m not here right now because of your sub-gender. I’m here for you,” Kōtarō’s voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keiji’s bones. He’s sure if he was an Omega, he’d be kneeling and begging. For fuck’s sake, he’d have probably entered a heat cycle.

“I know, Bokuto-san. I know,” Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldn’t scent Kōtarō or smell a distinct scent, but Kōtarō obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.

Kōtarō let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keiji’s ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from Kōtarō. He smiled and held up a finger. Kōtarō grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.

The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once Kōtarō needed to rest, even if Kōtarō claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from Kōtarō’s forceful thrusts. On the other hand Kōtarō had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didn’t cease, Kōtarō chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keiji,” he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keiji’s eyes rolled back, digging his nails into Kōtarō’s biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t complain too much.

Kōtarō finished painting Keiji’s walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keiji’s stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.

“I haven’t eaten today,” he realized, talking out loud. Kōtarō may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. Kōtarō’s eyes immediately went wide. “Don’t move!”

“Ah— sorry! I always forget,” he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. Kōtarō was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.

Keiji thought to you, how you’d probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldn’t be your mate, but he’s had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.

Kōtarō moaned as he slipped from Keiji’s abused hole, the knot finally deflating. “I’ll get you a snack.”

“I have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,” he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. Kōtarō immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldn’t say much. He enjoyed the view.

He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.

Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadn’t gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping you’d actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as Kōtarō walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.

“Food’s ready!”

— back to you

You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.

The ride to Keiji’s apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you weren’t positive on what. It could just be as simple as he can’t leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse — what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didn’t stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.

Arriving to Keiji’s apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasn’t too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.

You had a spare key for Keiji’s place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keiji’s bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. You’re confused. Keiji doesn’t have a duffel bag — not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.

You ponder whether to go into Keiji’s bedroom or not, worried someone might’ve broken in —that shirt is definitely not his. That’s when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keiji’s playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.

His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, you’re picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. “[Y/N]!”

“Kō?” Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friend’s apart— uh oh. “Uh oh,”

“What-Oh?” His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keiji’s dreams—what a day it’s been. “[Y/N]?”

“I should, um, can you let me down?” He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. “I need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. I’m gonna go,” you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You weren’t expecting Kōtarō to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didn’t immediately obey an Alpha’s command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.

“Don’t go. Please,” is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. “[Y/N].”

“You don’t get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,” you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.

“What?” He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. “I stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,”

“Sure, I guess now it doesn’t. Since, you know, you’re with my new best friend. It’s okay, I get it,” you once again tried to leave, but Kōtarō wouldn’t budge. “Move, Bokuto-san.”

“No.” His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, you’d be on your knees crying. “I don’t want it to end like this. I want to make amends.” Good thing you weren’t an Omega.

“Well, I don’t care what you want. Let me go,” your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under Kōtarō’s arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. “Dude!”

“You smell different.” Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry Kōtarō off you wasn’t working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.

“Good, you seem to be getting along again,” he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, Kōtarō didn’t turn around at his mate’s voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. “I hope you can take care of him,”

“Akaashi Keiji, what the fuck,” you muttered. He didn’t seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keiji’s walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.

“I’ve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,” Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. “I’ll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, don’t hurt her too much,”

“Hurt me?” You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. “Keiji, I can’t—“ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as Kōtarō picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omega’s Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If Kōtarō wasn’t currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. “Ever since my first rut,” he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. “I thought I’d never find you again.”

“Boku-“

“No. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,”

“Uh-“ you stopped, unsure of the situation. Kōtarō, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told Kōtarō to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You can’t say you weren’t interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since Kōtarō’s hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.

“I’m waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,” he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.

“I- Alpha, we can’t do this. We need to talk-“

“You can try to talk, but I’m gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Let’s see how well you do.” Kōtarō immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasn’t looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keiji’s two days ago after a night of drinks. If you weren’t so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, you’d have noticed the mix of yours and Keiji’s clothes in the Nest.

Kōtarō continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried you’d hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form — if he wanted to stop you, he’d do it. He knows he’s in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. Kōtarō rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldn’t get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.

“So sweet, I’m already addicted,” his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didn’t even feel the head of Kōtarō’s cock pushing into you.

Kōtarō threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didn’t hurt, thankfully, the wetness Kōtarō created more than enough to help him slide in. He didn’t stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from Kōtarō, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for Kōtarō.

Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of Kōtarō pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with Kōtarō’s grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around Kōtarō’s neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against Kōtarō’s back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from Kōtarō and you felt a painful sensation you hadn’t felt before — a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out Kōtarō’s name as you did.

Kōtarō had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as you’re going to get to talk. “Um, Kōt-“

“Alpha.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?”

“We don’t need to, but we can,” he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Okay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but I’ll let it slide since obviously you’re in a rut. Obviously Keiji isn’t an Omega, so he can’t take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I don’t wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!”

“You’re not the ‘booty call’, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t think he’d offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.”

“Kō- Alpha, we’re no longer friends because you’re an Alpha. That’s why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isn’t that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.”

“I don’t care about sub-genders. That’s why I’m with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didn’t know what else to do. That was Mom’s advice, at least.”

You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now he’s saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? “My- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-“

“She was wrong. She’s the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didn’t even care what my family thought about us. That’s in the past, we can move past it.”

“All these years...” you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. Kōtarō was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. “I don’t know if I want a relationship, though,”

“Too bad,” he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under Kōtarō again, his cock filling you up again. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, as if I’ll let you leave so easily.”

Kōtarō continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after a— what was it, 6th orgasm? Kōtarō’s second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, Kōtarō panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keiji’s words echoed in his mind: “Don’t hurt her too much.” Was this too much?

Kōtarō, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see Kōtarō, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. “Bokuto-san, I think you went too hard,”

“Akaashi...” he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. “Akaashi...”

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine. Her body isn’t used to it. At least, not yet.” A moan from Kōtarō let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. Kōtarō knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.

“Akaashi! Maybe we...”

Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see Kōtarō grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. “Kei?”

“Hey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?” The nickname threw you off — Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.

“She’s probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,” Kōtarō’s voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see Kōtarō grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasn’t Keiji resting?

“I should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear Kōtarō having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. We’d have such cute babies together, you know?”

“I was hoping she’d carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.”

“Excuse me? Wait, wait!” You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole ‘filling you up’ speech wasn’t just an Alpha’s instincts — it was their intention to impregnate you. “I can’t have kids! I’m in school and-“

“I can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?” Kōtarō said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.

“I’m glad you’re still sensitive. There’s no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is she’ll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but you’re a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.”

“Three months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!” You screamed, feeling Kōtarō move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.

“I also need to cut out your caffeine, that’s a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if it’s going to carry our offspring,”

“I can’t wait till you’re all swollen and wobbling. It’ll be so cute. And then we’ll do it again. And again. And I don’t know if I wanna stop, babe!” Kōtarō laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.

“Maybe we can stop after five. We’ll need a bigger house, too,” Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to Kōtarō’s thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting Kōtarō’s hair while the other gripped Keiji’s shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. “You’ll look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. You’ll bear my children and Kōtarō also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,” he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. “In the end, at least.”

If you could form a coherent sentence, you’d tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with Kōtarō’s cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. Kōtarō’s grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldn’t take, not when you’d been pumped by Kōtarō multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower Kōtarō, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to compare to the amount you’ve already taken.

Kōtarō was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so Kōtarō was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from Kōtarō in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keiji’s shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds you’ve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.

A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keiji’s cock as Kōtarō buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. Kōtarō brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.

“I could get used to this,”

“So could I. Good thing we’ll get to see much more of it,”

You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss Kōtarō. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from Kōtarō’s earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keiji’s hips and he moved in deeper. Kōtarō growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldn’t normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.

If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you don’t remember bringing to Keiji’s. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keiji’s and Kōtarō’s thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.

Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]

[helloalycia]

overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

part two | masterlist | wattpad

"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

—

Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

[the-bugs-under-ur-skin]

Yandere Volks, Poe, and Eli HCs - Blush Blush

busy day but i wanted to clean my inbox a bit so here we are! i really like writing for blush blush, so you guys shouldn’t be scared to request! thank you for taking the time to support me, i love all of you! :)

[yandere Volks x reader]

-i could see Volks being a little bit of a stalker honestly

-he doesn’t do it because he’s too nervous to talk to you or whatever, he does it because he’s very possessive of you

-he doesn’t do it that often, but sometimes he’ll get really on edge so he decides to follow you around

-he’ll get pissed at almost every person you talk to, every person you give a kind smile or wave to

-Volks would be super violent when it comes to rivals

-by the way if you were wondering what “rivals” Volks has encountered, that basically just means anyone you know

-he’ll even get jealous by people you don’t get along with; “what makes them so special? if you hate them then why do you talk with them all the time?”

-he would not hold back when fighting/killing them, doing it in the most painful way he can think of

-he’s probably one of the most ruthless yanderes to be thought of and its clear to anyone who sees the carnage he’s left behind

-he’ll never admit it, but he gets jealous super easily

-i also think that despite him being very violent towards others, he’d be really soft with you

-kind of like the typical “mean guy blushes and smiles at nice protagonist” in the manga, but a little more twisted

-you might even be surprised by it, especially because his attitude can shift almost instantly

-maybe you notice that something is really making him stressed so you just give him a kiss on the cheek and talk to him in a soft voice

-he goes from like “passive aggressive” to “tsundere simp” in a second

-he gets embarrassed when acting like this in public, but he’d do it for you if you really wanted him to 

-he’d honestly do anything for you

-if you asked him to do something, it’d be that cliché where he’s like “pft, no” and then immediately does it

-he’s just a genuinely soft guy under that murderous shell of his

-well, at least that’s what he hopes you think of him...

[yandere Poe x reader]

-Poe also gives me strong stalker vibes

-and the stalking doesn’t stop after the relationship begins by any means

-he’ll always enjoy watching you from behind the scenes, just wanting to see how you live your life 

-he’d also write little things about your life down, hyperfocusing on everything you do

-he’ll feel connected to you in a way

-if you’re feeling down, he’ll spend days just feeling depressed and only writing about your struggles in his poems

-but if you’re really happy or excited, then suddenly he’s mr. sunshine, expressing all of the joy you have in his writing

-it would be especially strange if this happened while he was working on something in his classes, his professor would definitely be surprised

-he also will observe you a lot when you’re aware of him

-like, you think you’re just having quality time with you’re boyfriend and then you look up and he’s just intensely staring at you 

-i could definitely see Poe as an obsessive guy

-that, and also a worshipper

-i’m pretty sure this guy was already obsessed with you in the og game so he’d probably be 10x worse

-if you were ever to look around his room, you’d find pages and notebooks filled with absolute adoration for you

-he also wouldn’t really see what’s actually wrong with it, he’s just more embarrassed that you saw some of his poems

-it’s always you in his mind

-throughout the day he’ll always be thinking about you, writing about you, following you

-you’re probably what keeps him up at night, too

-whether it be because his head is just so loud from all the thoughts about you or because he’s actually watching you sleep, it’s pretty obvious you’re the main cause of those eyebags

-and even when he finally gets to drift off into sleep it’s obviously going to be you haunting his dreams

-on the bright side, the obscurity the comes with both a dream and his love for you will probably end up inspiring him

-but luckily, all of the nonstop thoughts about you are usually him just worshipping you

-Poe has almost never had a negative thought about you, it probably only happened when he first met you

-but he worships every little thing about you, no matter how odd it is

-he would probably even rant about something as simple as your hair for hours and hours with no sign of him stopping anytime soon

-he just adores you so much, but he’d do just about anything you say, so if you want him to do something he’ll do it

-the only problem with abusing you power over him is that the more you ask favors from him, the more clingy he’ll get

-after awhile, he’s almost always hovering over you, following you around, and staring at you constantly

-but that should be fine, it’s not like you’d ever want him to leave, right?

[yandere Eli x reader]

-Eli is probably not very violent at all

-sure, he’ll probably get into fights for you, but it’s mostly just arguments instead of actually throwing hands

-he’s just not very willing to get all dirtied up by the blood of some worthless nobody

-but even though he’s not very violent, he does get jealous often

-he gets jealous of everyone you talk good about, which is surprising for you since he’s usually such a “the more the merrier” kind of guy

-like, if you and him were just talking and suddenly you brought up your friend he would immediately start acting like a baby

-he’ll puff out his cheeks and start rolling his eyes

-the same goes for when you’re out in public, but sometimes he’ll even drag you away from the place you’re both at

-he might seem angry at you but just know that he’s more agitated with the person he’s jealous of rather than you

-he makes that especially clear when the person agitating him is right next to you guys

-sometimes Eli will start acting passive-aggressive towards the person and make subtle jabs towards them to make them self-conscious

-other times he’ll just cling onto you and whine until you both leave

-on that note, Eli is very clingy as well

-he follows you everywhere you go, and he’s always showing some sort of affection along the way, too

-if you’re just sitting around a home, he’ll there too with an arm around your shoulder 

-or if you want to go out somewhere, Eli would be happy to accompany you with an arm around your waist

-you’re most likely going to get annoyed quickly by Eli’s constant affection, but he’ll keep doing it anyways

-if you were wondering, he’s also a lot more... loyal (selfish)

-he just suddenly has a lot harder of a time having more people in your relationship than he regularly does

-like, he could but he’s not going to beg for it

-maybe he’ll be more accepting if you give him more attention and say you’re his favorite constantly

-other than that, he’s not too bad of a yandere to deal with

-sure, you’re almost never alone, but at least you get constant affection!

-and it’s constant affection from your favorite person in the whole world, obviously, so there’s no reason to complain!

[tf2-hellhole]

hello! I hope this hasn't been requested before but, can you write some lovesick headcanons for the mercs? i'm talking totally head over heels, just absolutely immobilized by their feelings type of lovesick. How would they handle themselves? thank you so much ><

Sorry I wrote a whole essay lmao. I assumed that the the reader and the merc are already together in this. Also sorry, I didn’t really know how to write lovesick mercs so this kinda just ended up being how their behaviors change once they become lovesick.

Scout:

Is always trying so, so hard to impress you. He always shows off when you’re around; if he’s on the battlefield, he’ll say “Hey toots, watch this!” And will show off his speed or his aim. He’ll always come back and be all, “Damn, it must be amazing having an awesome boyfriend.”

He’s always bringing you food. When he buys food, he’ll offer to share it with you. If you say no, he’ll just shrug and say “Your loss.” He never, ever shares his food with anyone other than who he’s interested in, so as silly as it sounds, sharing his food with you shows he loves you.

He can be a little clingy sometimes, but he tries to cover it up, especially around the other mercs. He always has to come greet you if you show up after being away for more than an hour, usually with an arm slung over your shoulders and sometimes a quick smooch.

He’s always flustered by you giving him affection. Even something like holding his hand or giving him a quick peck on the cheek makes him turn bright red. In private, he’s always trying to get affection from you, and he can’t live without it. He’s always trying to hug, spoon, or cuddle you, every chance he gets.

He becomes a little more protective of you. In public, he’s always ready to tell someone to go screw themselves if they get friendly with you. He won’t hesitate to punch anyone who touches you.

The reason he loves you so much is because you treat him correctly. All of his relationships in the past have been purely sexual, even if he did want a real relationship with the girl. He can’t believe he has someone who loves him and takes care of him and doesn’t demand sex or complain all of the time. Sometimes, he asks himself how he scored someone as amazing as you.

Soldier:

He becomes very protective of you, though he’s not at all restrictive. He allows you to go anywhere or do anything you want and fully trusts you, but he’ll always ask if you’d like him to come with you for protection if he isn’t already coming with you and offers you weapons to defend yourself with.

You’re one of the only people who are allowed to touch his raccoons, the others being Demo and Engie. He doesn’t trust most people with his raccoons believing they’ll try to take or eat his pets, but he completely trusts you with them. He’ll often ask if you’d like to hold or feed one. Surprisingly, the raccoons are completely docile around you and act like weird, mute dogs. The raccoons hate everyone else, including Soldier. Highkey cries when he sees how well his raccoons behave with you.

He trusts you to know that he was never actually in the military. When he tells you, you know he trusts you more than anyone on the planet and he’s at the point where he would absolutely take bullets for you without any hesitation.

You’re the only person who can get him to behave. Usually, he won’t listen to anyone except Ms. Pauling, and even for her, he won’t do anything he doesn’t like unless he absolutely has to. But for you, he’d do anything without hesitation. That doesn’t mean he won’t voice his opinions if he doesn’t like what you’re telling him to do.

The reason he loves you so much is that you accept his strange behaviors. Most people are rude to him and often make fun of him, even to his face. But you treat him normally, while accommodating his eccentricities. Even though he won’t say it, he appreciates that you respect his strange interests and behaviors and still love him.

Pyro:

Pyro wants to spend tons of time with you. They want to show you their newest crafts and creations and do all sorts of fun things together. It gets to the point that they can be a little clingy, but if you explain how you feel about it, they’ll quickly back off with no hard feelings.

You get lots of hugs, cuddles, and nuzzles. Pyro loves to receive and give physical affection, so it’s often how they show how much they love you. Quick hugs and nuzzles are often how Pyro greets you, often accompanied with tons of giggling. They also love to cuddle with you when the two of you have any free time.

Whenever Pyro makes any treats (they love baking and making candy), you’re always the first person who gets to taste it. The first few times they tasted horrendous, but after a little while Pyro got really good at making it. Scout always tries to get the first taste, but Pyro is always there to slap his hand away and scold him, even when he sneaks into the kitchen.

Pyro gives you tons and tons of gifts. They’re often drawings of you two together, and the aforementioned sweets. Though of course, due to their hallucinations, gifts sometimes are something freaky like an arm. But most of the time, they’re very sweet gifts accompanied with a quick hug or kiss if their mask is off.

The reason they love you so deeply is the same reason Soldier loves his S/O; because you treat Pyro as normal, while taking care of all of Pyro’s eccentricities and problems. You don’t treat Pyro like they’re just a scary maniac, you treat them like a person. But, you also don’t discourage Pyro’s stranger behaviors. You just accept them just how they are and they deeply appreciate that.

Demo:

He’s a very physically affectionate man, so hugs and kisses are a regular thing, especially as a greeting, but he’s never clingy or physically demanding. He loves to kiss your cheeks or temples or put a arm around your waist, but most of the time he just holds your hand. If he’s been away from you for more than a day, he always excitedly greets you by wrapping you in a bear hug and giving you a big kiss.

He looooooves going to new places or adventuring with you. He’d love to take you back to Scotland and show you his favorite places and some national events, but he’d equally love to go to where you’re from, even if the place you’re from is near or in Scotland. If your culture means a lot to you, he’d love for you to tell him about it, and he could listen to you for hours. He’s mentally taking notes of your favorite parts of the culture, such as events or food, so he can do something for you.

You discover that he’s actually a very supportive person and an excellent listener. If you ever need to rant about something making you upset, he’ll pull you onto his lap and ask you to tell him about it. He’s actually pretty good at giving you advice.

The reason you mean so much to him is because you’re his rock. He’s a man who’s always had to deal with his demons by himself. However, he was too weak to fight them, which is why he turned to alcohol. But you supported him, spoke to him about his problems, and encouraged him. You were able to make him feel better about his mistakes and his appearance. You’re even the reason he cuts back on drinking (he doesn’t stop, but he’s no longer drunk 100% of the time). The fact that you care about his emotions and well-being when no one else did always gets him a little emotional.

Heavy:

Even though he obviously doesn’t see you as a sibling, he can’t help but activate his protective big bro instinct. He always discourages you from doing anything risky or dangerous, and will focus a lot more on protecting you, especially if you’re a fellow merc. He prefers for you at least to be in the same room as him so he can watch over you. But he still respects your independence and doesn’t tell you not to go somewhere unless he’s 100% convinced there’s a real danger.

Every once in a while, he likes to make food from his homeland/childhood, though he shares it with nobody, not even Medic unless he’s in a really good mood. But he always asks you to taste his latest meal. It’s not often you see him so happy, but he loves sharing something that means so much to him with you. He’s beaming if you completely clear your plate or bowl.

You are the only other person allowed to touch his guns. You were actually surprised by this. You aren’t allowed to USE his guns, but he doesn’t have a problem with you touching them. He makes sure to watch carefully when you do, though, so you don’t damage it accidentally.

He loves you so much because of the emotional intimacy and trust you share. Trust is something he values deeply, and he doesn’t give his trust easily. But you were kind and honest and obviously trusted him, so he began to trust you. Once you two started dating, he opened up more about all the horrible things he’s been through, and instead of being disgusted by his actions, you said you were sorry he’s suffered so much. The fact that the world, which he always knew was cold and unforgiving, had produced someone so forgiving and kind like you, always has and always will baffle him.

Engie:

He loves to take you on cute domestic dates. This was already the case when you two were still only dating, but he amped it up once he really fell in love. He’ll spend more time away from the lab so he can spend more time with you. He loves little dates like cuddling up with a movie, making dinner together, or going into a nicer town for a walk in the park. He especially loves to bring you little gifts for a date, which usually is something sweet, cute, and simple like a bouquet, even if you’re super masculine.

You’re the only person other than Medic that he trusts around his sentries or his lab. Of course, he doesn’t allow you to work on them, even if you’re also an engineer, as he doesn’t want the sentry to be damaged or you to get hurt. But if you promise to be careful, you’ll be allowed in while he’s there with you.

When you two were only dating, he had a couple little nicknames for you, like Sweetheart. But now he lays on as many as he can think of, and of course they all sound amazing in his cute accent. He loves to use nicknames like Sugar, Honeybee, Darlin’, Baby, and Cutie/Handsome/Gorgeous, and that’s only a fraction of the nicknames he uses for you. He doesn’t hesitate to use them in front of others, too.

Engie doesn’t love you for any particularly deep or significant reason; he just loves your personality, your mannerisms, and your beliefs. He’s a man who lives for the domestic part of a relationship, so he tends to feel hopelessly in love when you two spend time together like he’s a normal man, not a full-time mercenary. He just loves having you in his life, and with the life he lives he’s honestly surprised he was able to find himself with someone like you, even if you’re a fellow merc.

Medic:

He surprises you with how much he cares about you and your feelings. To everyone else, he’s a very selfish person who only cares about himself and his experiments. And while he was a little more considerate of you when you were only dating, you still acknowledged this in your mind. But after he fell in love, he’s always asking you how you are and cares deeply about how you are feeling, physically and mentally. It honestly really surprised you.

You are the only other person on the whole planet who is allowed to pet Archimedes; he deems you worthy and competent enough. He loves showing his birds to you and having you help him care for them, though he does get a little jealous if his birds steal your attention away from him.

Medic is an attention-seeking baby and loves when you spend time with him or do things with him, but he usually isn’t very demanding unless he’s really stressed and needs comfort. He likes to pull you away to talk to you or ask you to relax with him, and he tends to pout if you say you can’t.

Medic loves you so much because you embrace his eccentricities. He loves that he can do whatever he wants and you don’t care as long as he’s not putting himself in danger (though he sometimes does intentionally, as he loves to be fussed over/given attention). You encourage him and appreciate his enthusiasm, even if you’re grossed out by his unique occupation. But he really loves that you love him despite how weird he can be. He can sit with you and tell you about his latest experiment or talk with Archimedes and you’ll just watch or listen like he’s completely normal. He loves not being treated like he’s nuts or creepy.

Sniper:

He starts to really open up about the impact all of the bad events in his life has put on him. He’ll ask if you’re comfortable with him sharing about it, and if you say yes, he’ll sit you down and tell you about everything he’s been through. A lot of bottled up emotion comes out and he needs a lot of hugging, cuddling, kind words, and kisses. Once he opens up about this, you know that this man would trust you with his life without question.

He becomes a little needy when it comes to physical affection. It doesn’t show in public, so it’s not annoying, but has to be touching you most of the time when you’re alone with him. He loves hugging you from behind and burying his face in your neck, or pulling you onto his lap to press a deep kiss to your lips, but he also lives for all of the smaller touches, like handholding or pecks on the cheek. He’s always been touch-starved, so having you to cuddle close to whenever he needs touch is amazing for him. You’re like a security blanket for him sometimes.

He’ll want to take you out to explore with him. He already did when you two were just dating, but now he wants to show you the places he really loves or mean a lot to him, like places his parents took him. He’ll spend a little while telling you about the things he did with his parents, but he spends most of the time trying to create new memories with you.

Sniper cares so deeply about you because you treat him with kindness. This man has had such a harsh, pain-filled life that he was certain he’d never by truly happy. Just like Heavy, he thought the world was cruel and cold, so he was surprised to find a person who so genuinely cared about him and wanted to make him happy. He’s so grateful to have someone so good in his life, and he’d do anything for you.

Spy:

He starts to like your more personal, domestic moments together. When you two were only dating, he preferred extravagant and expensive dates, as he was trying to impress you. But he started to realize he loved when you’d just spend time together like a normal couple, like cuddling up with a movie or making food together. It allowed him to relax and focus more on sharing an intimate moment with you rather than impressing you. It let him be more himself rather than the fake personality he’s created, and it makes him realize how exhausted he is with acting this way. Any moment when he can chill, be himself, and spend time with you is always his favorite moment of the day.

As weird as it sounds, his compliments change. At first his compliments are exactly what you’d expect from a Casanova like him. Very smooth but expected compliments about how lovely you look, often accompanied with a kiss on the hand. But once he’s truly in love with you, his compliments are much more heartfelt. He compliments all the things he truly loves about you, like maybe the colors of your eyes or the feeling of your hair. They always come with a warm smile rather than a confident smirk, and often a kiss on the cheek or forehead too. He always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful and amazing thing in the world.

It takes a lot to get Spy to be head over heels. But, it can be done if he begins to trust you and you show him you completely trust him with personal stuff like your origin or your feelings. It’s that mutual trust (or at least the beginning of it) that makes him fall in love with you, and actually completely and fully trust you. After that, he’d be willing to give up his identity, his reputation, or even his life for you.

[mirohlixie]

"On your knees and suck." (Prof. Lee Know)

Teacher! Lee Know x Student! Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: Smut, College AU Words: 1,5k Summary: Before they knew they'd be professor and student in the same class one day, Y/N and Lee Minho had a one-night-stand. No Y/N is failing his class and needs to find a way to fix their grade. Luckily, they have an idea in mind...

Content Warnings: Degradation, Humiliation, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Face Fucking, Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Dom! Lee Know x Sub! Reader

----------------------------------- o --------------------------------------"L/N, one moment please," Mister Lee said as he stopped Y/N from leaving the room. "We need to talk about your grades." Y/N stopped dead in their tracks, turning around with an indifferent look in their eyes, sucking on the sucker they'd just opened seconds before. God, what could it be about this time? The skirt that was too short? The knee socks that were too high? It wasn't their fault men couldn't keep their eyes off them. "Yes, Minho?" They taunted, looking at their professor with a challenging look in their eyes. They knew they weren't supposed to use their professor's first name, but after that one night stand they'd had before Y/N found out they were their teacher a couple of days later, they couldn't help it.

After they found out Minho had clearly told Y/N that it would be that time only and that nobody could ever know they’d had sex. If it came out, he’d probably be fired, if not arrested. Y/N found it a shame, considering they’d had a lot of fun that night.

“It’s Mister Lee to you and you know that,” he snapped, seemingly uninterested. Y/N rolled their eyes and sighed.

“Fine, Mister Lee. What did you need me for?” They sat on the desk, waiting for what their professor had to say. Minho also rolled his eyes and pulled some paper out of his bag.

“You’re failing this course,” he said matter-of-factly, his eyes trained on the paper. “So far you’ve had bad grades for all your assignments and I also never hear you in class. Therefore, your participation grade is also insufficient as we speak,” Y/N hated the way he spoke about them. So business man-like. As if the two of them hadn’t shared the bed only weeks ago. He hadn’t cared about them at all, which strangely kinda hurt. However, Y/N decided to push that thought away for now.

“So?” They asked instead.

“So? You’re not going to be able to graduate at this rate,” Minho said, clearly frustrated.

“Why do you care?” Y/N asked. “Not like you showed any kind of worry the past few weeks.”

“You know-” Minho stopped himself, lowering his volume. “You know I cannot give you any special treatment because we slept together once, Y/N. Don’t play dumb now. We’ve been over this,” he sat on his desk too, looking at them expectingly.

“Well…” you paused. “How am I going to fix it, then? You gonna tutor me?” Y/N played with the sucker in their mouth, swirling their tongue around it absent-mindedly.

“It’s too late for that. The final exam is in a week,” they looked at their professor, sighing. How the hell were they going to get that grade up then? Tutoring was the only thing that crossed their mind in this instance. “Besides, I don’t think it’s a good idea to put you and me in the same room after school, all alone,” Minho muttered, straightening the collar of his dress shirt.

“Why not, Mister Lee?” Y/N asked, making their voice sound seductive. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me?” They leaned into him slightly, whispering the last part in his ear.

“Don’t say shit like that around here,” he grunted. “If we get caught it’s over.”

“Oh but professor,” a devilish smile played around their lips. “How will I ever get my grade up? Maybe I could do something for you… A little… something,” Y/N licked their lips and looked their professor in the eyes.

“A little something?” He questioned, visibly shifting in his place. “Like what?” Y/N strutted to the door and closed it, turning the key in the lock before closing the shutters. Minho bit his lip, looking at the student in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

“Oh well I don’t know, I mean…” Y/N started palming their professor through his dress pants. “I know some options that are definitely not authentic, but you tell me, Mister Lee,” they bit their lip, watching Minho’s reaction in anticipation. They needed to get their grade up and this wouldn’t be too bad. Even better, they were very willing to do a little something for the hot professor.

“Fuck,” Minho cursed. “Fine, have it your way,” he grabbed the student’s neck and pulled them closer to him before smashing his lips on theirs. Y/N was a little taken back by that, but feverishly kissed him back after a short moment of realization. Minho’s lip swiped over their bottom lip and they opened their mouth as the professor’s tongue forced its way into their mouth, fighting for dominance.

Y/N moaned quietly, feeling their knees go weak at their professor’s dominant demeanor. They hadn’t seen it since that one-night-stand weeks ago. Y/N fumbled with their teacher’s buttons, but he withdrew. His eyes had turned ten shades darker as he watched them.

“On your knees and suck,” his voice boomed. When Y/N didn’t immediately give in, due to the shock, he pushed them down to their knees. “Do I need to repeat myself? Princess knows daddy doesn’t like to repeat himself,” Y/N quickly shook their head and unbuckled his belt, pulling the man’s pants down as fast as they possibly could.

His large member was already erect and slapped against his stomach, making Y/N gasp. They remembered him being big, but not this big. They hesitantly took the cock in their hand and started pumping it quickly, regaining confidence as they did so.

“Don’t be shy darling,” Minho grinned. “Nothing you’ve never done before is it?” His attitude had gone through a total switch and Y/N was not complaining at all. They nodded quickly and licked the tip teasingly before sucking on it slowly. They loved looking up and watching the professor’s reaction to their mouth. His eyes squinted for a moment and his face relaxed when the tension in his member was finally being relieved. By the looks of it, he had wanted it as bad as they had.

Y/N wrapped their mouth around the cock and started bobbing their head slowly, making sure to swirl their tongue around it in their movements. The quiet moans they elicited with this simple gesture were already enough of a reward to keep going. Minho tangled his fingers into the baby’s hair and softly tugged on the roots while Y/N sped up, hollowing their cheeks to make sure they were applying a lot of pressure.

“Fuck-” the professor exclaimed, biting his lip to stay quiet. Y/N giggled a little around him before speeding up even more, swirling their tongue around him faster as they lightly grazed their teeth over the shaft. “Like that kitten,” Minho’s grip on Y/N’s head became more firm before he slightly started to buck his hips into their mouth. The poor brat gagged as the tip hit the back of their throat harshly, the suddenness of it making them moan. Minho saw this as a sign to keep going and started thrusting, fucking his subby student’s mouth roughly.

All they could do was hollow their cheeks and swirl their tongue around occasionally, completely overwhelmed by the large object that was shoved into their mouth over and over again. Not much later, Y/N felt that familiar twitch; he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Shit-” Minho groaned between gritted teeth. “I’m close, doll. Are you gonna be a good one and swallow it all?” They couldn’t answer, but nodded their head to their best ability and hummed around Minho, indicating that they could.

A couple of rough thrusts later, hot spurts of cum shot down their throat and Y/N choked as they tried to swallow every single bit of it. When Minho pulled out, they gasped for air shortly and licked their lips.

“You taste amazing, sir,” they smirked a little, satisfied that they’d managed to convince their professor to do this. After all, this was a treat to both of them. “So… that will be a B?” Minho chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.

“Fine, I’ll turn that F for your most recent assignment into a B,” he stated, pulling up his pants and looking at the flushed baby in front of him. “But only that one,” Y/N frowned a little, knowing that wouldn’t be enough to pass the exam and the overall course in the end.

“And maybe I’ll have to consider tutoring you the coming week, to prepare you for the exam, after all,” a small smirk formed around his lips. “How about my house at seven each night, starting today?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. Did that mean he was finally admitting that he wanted to see them again? They nodded briefly before getting up and fixing their outfit.

“I’ll be at your place at seven tonight,” they confirmed before grabbing their bag and unlocking the door, leaving the classroom without looking over their shoulder. This was going to be interesting.

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[the-firebird69]

This is very tiring work these people make it tiring when they're using up their armies doing it and I have to admit it they're very angering the sit there and make you angry all day long and ignore the price. Tonight we're going to try and teach them and expressing what the prices and see if they learn that is very expensive to do what they're doing. I've had it with most of them here and the sitting there cackling and making faces also strange things and they're losing everything and I guess they're not small enough to know it yet they think they have the islands and they'll win everything he says to me Garth it's like them oh really he said they're like Garth and that they're poor and they used to being poor true too Trump was only coming into power and powerful for about 50 years before that he was a nobody for a long time and he's comfortable being that he's going to get away with hurting our son because he's becoming a nobody and he gets treated like a nobody is not there yet pretty soon he will be. I'm starting to see what you're saying you say you just came up with the analogy but we do know about it and he says there's a break even point and all this stuff and our son says doing something to me or kidnapping me has never done anything for any of you, it's only put you in ruins perfect example of Zang that's Tommy the f and he started to be exposed to the Chinese another new about him and they tried to get people to go after him without knowing who and what he was and that's the kind of stuff you're doing Trump he says and Trump says whatever but he is a dead man anyways is inside his Grandpa's body because the guy who they're fighting put him in there and he's fighting the guy because the guy is having him do it he had the objects that they went in to get for themselves and that's what the clones were up to although they're not as powerful as they used to be and they can't see it either and it's now the max who are doing it and foreign is kind of know about it so they look awful and that guy looks like a complete dick cuz he usually does doesn't matter what is inside he has the same stupid looks on his face. And yeah he's very stupid so you don't understand that we have troops on duty 24/7 he doesn't know a lot of stuff about practically anything has been cleaned out a bunch of times and several other wild cards to make sure they don't get up and start hurting and trying getting all sorts of big stuff by doing huge explosions that's what they're up to in these movies and stone does it all the time s it all the time. And he fights someone as a hologram and is completely incinerated on Skellig. And it has to do with this history there and people don't like him in Ireland and newada Ariana want him out and her son wants him to stop sticking to him saying is his buddy little a******. We have a lot more to do and we have a lot of work and it's going to take some time to get it done and energy and concentration we have to come up with better solutions still we are building bases but there's a whole bunch of people in the way and ships and all sorts of dumb things and we don't have time for all this crap

-we spent a lot of time complaining about these idiots and others want us to we get work done and stuff but they still want us to waste time and they want to waste my time and I'm going to put a Time study down

-we're moving into another phase here and it is going on that they are being displaced and McDonald's are moving down and Stan and Biden I just got as fast and not in huge droves the max are trying to get the stuff but really the morlock of going after Stan and pretty heavily they are seeking his people out at his areas and at the filling stations for the ships and it is a nightmare for him he is getting beat up he's thinking of moving down here and putting up a defense as Mac Daddy is and trying to use the foreigners to keep the neck shield out the Mac shield they talked about putting the shield on the islands and they said no so the question is what happens to their shield and this question came up about Georgia and Alabama and they start thinking about Alabama as a potential place and to put their Shields there and they're going ahead and trying to do it shortly that's what they said but right now there's a large amount of morlock trying to get in still but down here the housing situation has changed and we're going to talk about the moment

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

[dodo-begone]

See's Dodo and anons reaction to last ask.

Me: externally blushing like crazy. Internally AAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA *squealing noise s*

Well you know what they say the show must go on.

Wilbur was the first of the royals to really notice, after all most of his time with you was spent inside in the library since he had convinced his father to allow him to teach you instead of hiring teachers, but you never had less than two layers of clothing on even when indoors you had a large shirt and coat on. Even if it was winter now you were first brought to the castle in summer but you attire remained the same a shirt two sizes too big and a coat also large on you it was a small wonder you didn't suffer form heat stroke, maybe it was a case of those being the only clothes you owned well that wouldn't do it would be a poor showing if visiting diplomats thought they treated their (new sibling) guests with such little care and honesty buying you a new wardrobe didn't even make a dent in his personal finances. Still it was strange that both you and Tommy insisted on your new clothes being a size or two too big and also made of lighter cloth not the wool that was so common for winter attire but at the very least your and Tommy's insistence meant that he got to choose the colours of the outfits in return. Of course the main colours were white and a navy blue you were a member of the Royal (family) Court now it was only right you wore their colours, still the insistence on lighter materials for your clothes did worry him a little the winters were harsh he didn't want his (sibling) little brothers friend getting sick maybe he should bring this up with the others maybe they would know why you never took off that coat.

Techno hadn't noticed the whole coat issue until his twin pointed it out but now that Wilbur had he couldn't stop noticing it. Even when you spared with him you didn't take off the coat heck you never wore armour saying that armour only slowed you down, you had even balked, gone pale when he offered you enchanted iron armour turning down the gift and walking swiftly away. At first he and chat had felt rather rejected (sibling rejection arc, pog, e, e, Technosad) after all you had even if reluctantly accepted Wilbur gift of a new wardrobe but you were rejecting his gift, he had wanted to give you armour so he could teach you his style of fighting but you didn't want that apparently. Though now he thought about it your and theseus's apparent insistence on lighter fabrics and the rejection of the iron armour might not be as coinsidental as he might have thought, after all he had seen you shivering a few times when you thought he wasn't looking but you had refused the much warmer wool for cloth so it wasn't just you being stubborn did, did you have some sort of skin problem or other ailment that caused you pain or irritation if you wore heavy clothes or armour. Oh of course you would go pale at the idea of wearing iron armour if that was the case plus it would explain the constantly wearing a coat since you probably didn't want them to know out of misguided fear of their reaction after all he had seen how superstitious some peasants could be about such conditions from his time training new soldiers. Theseus would know you did have such a condition after all you were practically joined at the hip, but it was getting very late, tomorrow he would find Theseus and ask if he knew the reason why now he needed to find his father.

Tommy most certainly did know the reason why you never wore armour and always had a coat on. He was currently sat on your bed, both of your backs to the door, preening the reasons why you letting out quiet chirps as he helped straighten and re-aligh your feathers, after all your wings didn't exactly appreciate being covered by your coat the whole day he couldn't even imagine how much worse your wings would have been if Wilbur hadn't listened and just gotten a heavy wool coat. He remembered when your wings first came through a few years ago when your friendship was still new, you had been complaining about a rash that had suddenly appeared on your back a few days prior only to fall to the ground in pain mid sentence, he was honestly grateful that his family didn't keep track of their potion supply considering how many regen potion you needed when your wings came out leaving rather large exit wounds on your back, if he wasn't able to get those potions he didn't even want to think about what could have happened to you. Now you were here though and he couldn't let anyone know about your wings if even a servant or stable boy saw it would trickle back to his brother and his dad if Philza found out he would never let you leave, you would become as trapped as him maybe even more so due to his dad's instincts. Unfortunately since both of your backs were to the door neither of you spotted the winged watcher peering through the cracked open door.

Philza was on his way to his newest (child) guests chambers after his eldest two had come to him with worrying news about their newest ( family member) permanent. Wilbur told tales of light clothing even in winter while Techno quiet shared his own worries of them being ill and hiding it from them but to him those weren't the signs of illness no they were signs that you were like... no he should get excited it was probably an illness after all his investigations had shown that it wasn't just bandits that ravaged his nation but hybrid hunters a particularly disgusting breed of bandit that targeted hybrids to sell as pets or in the case of winged hybrids to harvest their wings as decorations. That infuriated him after all he had founded this nation to be a safe haven for hybrids but due to his own negligence they were hunted down, if you were like... him it would be a small miracle that you hadn't been taken by those hunters. Reaching the room in question open a crack he went to knock when he heard a soft chirping pausing he looked through the crack to see his youngest preening his (baby bird) guest's wings, rushing back to his own chambers he could just hear chat cawing ( baby bird, dadza, dadza, protect, keep, baby bird) he couldn't keep the massive grin off of his face as it all came together. Of course you didn't wear heavy clothing you had been hiding your wings it would mangle your feathers if you wore heavier clothing over them, the iron armour was rejected because you couldn't wear it full stop even with your wings out your bones wouldn't be able to take the weight since they were partly hollow, oh he had a little bird to teach flying and how to properly preen. His emotional high crashed though as he realised that you ran your farm alone, were you alone when your wings came through, its was the worst pain on could feel wings slowly ripping their way out of your back plus you could easily bleed out or get an infection if the open wounds weren't taken care of properly, oh you poor dear no wonder you were so attached to Tommy he was the only flock member you had. No longer though he would look after you he knew his sons had grown to care for you as much as they had Tommy, his more bird like instincts rejoiced at the thought of a fledgling joining his little flock.

Ender-anon

This is quite a bit longer than I thought it would be also first time writing hybrid reader.

sorry i took so long to answer this!! This just rlly intimidated me and anxiety went brrrr- but anyways lemmie get into this ask!!!

YOU FUCKING DESERVE THE RECOGNITION MAN UR STUFF IS SO FUCKING POG

god i rlly love royalty aus, did i ever mention that??? i just lOVE- ANYWAYS

So Wilbur's curiosity about your clothing choice only lead him to believing that what you wore was all you could afford in your previous life. He wasn't exactly wrong. And even with the new clothes you got when you moved into the castle, you refused to wear them. It was rather peculiar. Wouldn't you want to get out of those nasty and worn rags you called clothes? But you were new to the castle. He went with the presumption that the shock from the change was frightening. You must've kept your previous clothes as a safety blanket of sorts. Though after a few nasty looks sent your way over your apparel and your very obvious discomfort about it, he decided to take the executive decision to give you clothes that fit your taste and the taste of the court. Your choice to have oversized clothing confused him, but Tommy's insistence just made him presume you were self conscious of your body. To be fair, he wasn't half wrong but he was.

At the rejection of his gift, his and chat's disappointment were more than evident. Was his twin better or something? Like you accepted his gift, although reluctantly. But you still accepted it. And yet you didn't accept him. Looking back on your fear of the armor, he thought more into it. Yes the skin issues was definitely something to consider, but maybe trauma? No, trauma of armor would be strange, right? Maybe you had a family member who wore armor yet died in front of you despite their armor being worn to protect them. Or some other fear. Yea, the skin issue would be much more reasonable, actually. He'll just bring it up with father, let him know of the possible issues with their new family member.

One of the activities you two did on the daily was straighten out your feathers at the end of the day or when they were bothering you. Though the latter only happened when you two were in private. Nobody could know your secret, after all. It was for your protection and to preserve your freedom. At first, when your wings were coming in, he was absolutely terrified for you. What the fuck was going on? This isn't normal! Oh god oh fuck what is he suppose to do?! With an oversupply of potions thanks to the paranoia of attacks on the family and accidents during training, it was beyond easy to take what he needed for you. If anyone was questioned about it, he could easily say that some trainees took some.

OMG ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME FUCKING CRY WITH THIS PHILZA PART?! BEACUSE I WILL CRY THIS IS SO MF CUTE- I JUST CAN'T I LOVE SO MUCH- I CAN'T ADD ANYTHING TO THAT PERFECT- I COULDN'T RLLY ADD ANYTHING TO WHAT YOU SENT ME AND I APOLOGIZE. I JUST LOVE AAAALLL OF THIS