#a ridiculous stupid gang of idiots

[gayemoji]

im going to kill a certain vicadin addict so bad. not before i give him some actual unrequited love first. i love him but he is so stupid.

[igotanidea]

Family rules: Damian Wayne x reader

Christmas bingo day 23 : midnight kiss

The first time she truly understood the meaning of the proverb heart over mind was on a school trip in September.

He was just standing by the wall, doing nothing except staring into space with those piercing green eyes.

Such pretty eyes

Such devilish, snake eyes.

Acting like he was who knows who.

Arrogant, cold, keeping his distant, rough, self-absorbed, not caring about anything or anyone.

Just like his father.

Damian Wayne.

***

Y/N had the misfortune of being born into a technological company family. Obviously she didn’t know it when she was a kid, but the word Wayne was inflected in her home on all occasions.

Wayne this, Wayne that...

 sort of spell or- more likely - a curse.

Damn it!

She was 12 when she gathered enough courage to ask her father what this was about. A mistake she only made once, cause even the mention of the Bruce Wayne and his famous, profitable company made her father see red.

That's how she found about the on-going competition between her father and Damian's one.

Obviously it was not like she was excluded from family rules and allowed to live in a bubble. Y/N was supposed to hate the entire Wayne family, the progenitor, his adopted kids and everyone who even came close to them. The only blood son included.

The only problem?

Said blood son was attending the same school, the same class as Y/N was. Which meant a lot of time spend together.

And you just command a teenager to do something and hope they'll listen. It's pretty much impossible, if not foolish belief.

***

In her defence - she tried.

She really tried to hate Damian.

But for five years, his name has been coming to her from every way on every occasion.

Wayne this, Wayne that.

Damn it!!

She could tear her hair out in utter desperation. How was she supposed to not think about him when all the world seemed to be dead set to remind her of his existence.

Of his stupid, unnecessary existence.

With his stupid, idiotic smile and his ridiculous handsome face and infuriating behaviour and the tendency to just be mean all the fucking time.

The internal fight between what she felt and how she acted made her clench her fist and grit her teeth every time Damian came into her view. The little bastard has been doing it on purpose just to see her flustered and enraged. It was like he was trying this best to show his superiority and just rub it into her face.

„L/N.”

„The hell you want Wayne?”

„Will you be attending this year’s New Year's Eve?”

„Will I what now?” she raised her gaze, unable to hide the confusion.

„want me to spell it out for you or something”?”

„Hm.” she muttered „I had no idea you knew how to do that Wayne.”

„I;m only telling you because I know you have problems with reading.”

„Clearly you have a problem with understanding simple things.”

„What I understand is that your father was left out when the invitations were being send. Are you finally going bankrupt”

„You little piece of-!” before she could stop herself her palm met with his cheek with a loud slap.

Shit.

He got exactly what he wanted. Provoked her and got the awaited reaction. She exposed herself, cause acting so dramatically only proved her contradictory, violent emotions he evoked in her.

„Nice one. Didn’t think you had it in you.” he wiped the little drop of blood she drew with her nails.

„Trust me I had it in me ever since you invaded the class.”

„I’ll let you make it even when you invade Wayne Manor for the party.”

„Though you said my family wasn’t invited?”

„It’s a charitable thing to open the door for the poor. I’ll see to it personally.”

„Such a generosity on your part, Mr. Wayne.” she rolled her eyes. „You can take your fake bounty and shove it up-”

„I can’t wait till you meet Todd. You two have so much in common.”

„Your older brother? Yeah, from what I heard you two have quite a rocky relationship. Maybe we’ll gang up on you.”

„Can’t wait.” Damian laughed dryly and with a mischievious glint in his eyes walked away not bothering to say another word.

***

„I;m not going.”

„You;re going.”

„I am so not going!”

„You don’t have a say in the matter!”

„Last year you said that new year’s party is not a place for kids!”

„You’re not a kid!”

„I’m 17! I;m a kid!”

„You ran away from home few months ago. You’re not a kid. You’re going. End of discussion.”

„If I’m not a kid then how come I can’t make a decision on this?” she smiled at her father with absolutely innocent eyes, pointing out all the holes in his logic.

Well-

He didn’t take her defiance in a good way.

Almost dragging her to the wayne manor, but dragging nevertheless.

***

Vomiting.

That’s how she felt entering the place,

Running away.

That’s how she felt walking up the steps and being thrown to the sharks when all the gazes landed on her and her father.

Hiding.

That’s how she felt when the gravity of being judged only based on her clothes and outlook sunk in.

Instead Y/N was forced to fake a smile, dance and do the rounds pretending to have fun.

All for the glory and good publicity of her father’s company.

Worst part?

He has been watching.

Like a predator in the darkness, waiting to strike when she was least suspecting it.

„Mr L/N.” Damian crept behind the girl and her father and she was sure he only did it on purpose to startle her. „Would you mind if I steal your daughter for a dance.

The tragicomic of the situation was truly poetic.

Her father went pale. Then red. His jaw got tense. Then loose. And then he smiled forcefully nodding his head, unable to say the dreaded yes. Apparently being torn between the devil (his daughter dancing with the son of his archenemy) and the deep blue sea (offending the host) was too much to handle.,

Too bad, Y/N had no chance to object or get away before Damian led her to the dancefloor.

„It’s not XVIth century Wayne, women can make their own decisions.” she hissed not really happy about his hands circling around her waist.

„Then run away if that’s what you want. I dare you.”

„I’m not going to make a scene here!”

„thought so.” he chuckled, capably leading her in the dance.

„what the hell is that supposed to mean!?”

„absolutely nothing.”

„I’ve known you for five years. There’s never nothing with you Damian.”

‘You used my name, Y/N.”

‘And you repeated my mistake.”

„Maybe it’s not a mistake?” he pulled her slightly closer, causing her to let out an involuntarily gasp. „I’m just saying-”

„I’m supposed to hate you.” she whispered making a turn and then a swirl

„So you don’t.” this was not a question but a statement, his hands trembling slightly. It was hard for him to keep the attitude while dealing with a whirlwind inside. He was 17 and liked a girl, having no idea how to behave to not make a fool out of himself, get embarrassed and lose in her eyes.

„don’t let it get into your head.” she whispered pressing herself closer to his body. They were dancing and it was only because of that.

„Me?” Damian smiled but it came unnoticed due to her head leaning on his shoulder „I think you’re the one who’s fantasising.”

„You sure you’re not hoping for a midnight kiss?” she mocked

„Are you?”

„no.”

„me neither.”

Bruce and f/n were carefully watching their kids.

Damian and Y/n couldn’t care less.

Family drama and conflicts seemed light years away at that moment.

 Future could be figured out later.

Part 2: moment of weakness

[missmarveledsblog]

THE BABYSITTING TRAP (18+)

Summary:  the gang made  a plan to set steve up and Y/n hopper up, did they expect it to go so well ?

Warning : smut , soft dom steve , praise kink , daddy kink , hair pulling   , spanking just steve unleashing his inner eddie to be fair . also everything nancy did and tension during season 4 we're just going to pretend it was us instead.  steve being fluffier than his hair . this is 18+ minors not welcome

As far as failed night go , he was starting to think this was possibly could be the best night of his life.  All he had to do was well  tell her how  he felt . which kinda was hard to do watching to move around her trailer wearing his t-shirt  making them popcorn  to watch a movie alone , together . the girl of his dreams , one that stood by everything , one who appreciated him .  little thing she would do told him as much  when they were hanging as group. she stop them teasing him about his failed love life , made sure eddie didn't eat his favourite snacks if he was running late , hell even having his favourite snacks there .  how she would actually listen to what he had to say during the whole upside down situation .  checking his wounds and making sure everything was healing  or cleaned properly.  how when he was pulled under water she was straight in after .. maybe shit he was idiot . the kids were right and it was right in front of him the whole time . he for once didn't think of his action , when she came over he helped her with placing the things down not before pulling her on to his lap and  cuddling her close , god her giggles made his day, a melody he could listen to on repeat he was sure of it .  " what has gotten into you harrington, not that i'm complaining  " her smile , that damned smile could make anyone's day brighter  . " something that took me way too long to do " he said proud his voice didn't squeak or waver  . " and what would that be " god he had the usually confident teasing yet kind and caring y/n nervous.  " taking that step   ,  a step we both wanted , to finally stop kidding myself and finally go after the girl i want so bad it physically hurts sometimes , making sure no one can take her away " he smiled leaning up and capturing her lips with his .  she wanted to punch herself the shit she  used to say about how ridiculous movie kissing was bullshit . she could literally eat her words with how wrong she was .  how his lips against hers felt like they were meant to be there . two puzzle pieces connect to reveal the whole picture. souls reconnecting after eternity searching for  each other , nerves coming to life , fire work the lot . 

Needing air they reluctantly pulled back , both shit eating grins on there faces .  " about time harrington i was beginning to lose hope " she sighed dramatically head falling against his chest. " hey you could have said something you know " he defended finger lifting her chin to make her eyes align with his . " maybe i was scared " she bit her lip which wasn't a lie  , she'd been the same telling the group they were seeing things .  " well i was was terrified , i mean imagine losing this beautiful , kind , sweetheart , kinda an asshole sarcastic woman and one of my best friends because i told her i love her so much it drive me insane" he bared it all everything he was feeling over the years . " wait love " she sat up looking at him fully searching his eyes  making sure it wasn't some stupid prank between him and the kids or eddie .  " love like full blown burn the world down for you love " he  repeated .  what words failed , actions didn't she crashed her lips against his  hungrily showing him how much she loved him , how he made her go on when she thought she couldn't , how he gave her the strength to fight when she felt weak . steve harrington held a place in her heart  since the moment she met him , those puppy brown eyes had her locked , hook , line and sinker .  she pulled the back of his neck in a bid to get closer , while her skin burned with a need  only he could satisfy .    a quick turn of positions and she was now straddling the man she dreamed about for so long .  steve kissed back harder like she was his only source of oxygen while his hands land on her hip pulling her closer .  like it was on instinct her hips rolled making the man  under let out the sexiest almost primal moan she had ever heard . it was surreal she had steve the hair harrington moaning beneath her .   " if we gonna do this baby girl then we are going to need that bed of yours " a husk almost whisper against her ear making her whimper. steve harrington made her  give out the neediest whimper  something she wasn't aware could happen.  " take me to bed steve " she moaned feeling his strain against his jeans . 

without be breaking the kiss , he lifted her effortlessly up off the chair , holding her steady as he kissed down her neck  the t-shirt he love seeing on  her was now in his way . she could feel her skin almost burn with desire pulling the shirt over her head showing  the pink lace bra hiding underneath . " i definitely died and now in heaven" he teased kissed down her chest as he hand pushed her bedroom door open and kicking it closed . laying her softly on the bed as she pulled her shorts off . " eager are we " he smirked seeing the lust blown eyes , kiss bitten lips and it was all for him .  " please steve fuck touch me , kiss me do something " she kneeled before him pulling him by his waist band .    "yeah i died and this is heaven " he growled pushing her on her back while giving her almost a bruising kiss .  licking , biting down her neck as he unclasped her bra sitting up to admire her , the dream he had were nothing in comparison to the real deal. " fuck you are so beautiful baby girl " his hand giving teasing pinches to her now hardened peaks .  " oh you like that huh baby" he grin bowing his head . at first it teasing kitten licks , before a hiss broken moan came from her lips feeling him sucking and  biting her nipples soft mouth making her core throb with a need . her panties drenched at the way he handled her in such as short space of time.  she felt a fire burn deeper when his kissing began to continue down her body .   even touch of his lips felt like her wildest dreams coming to life yet it still wasn't enough she needed more of him , all of him . " can i take these off"  he asked a false coyness lilt to his deep husky voice. " fuck yes please i need you " she whimpered . " oh baby girl daddy's gonna take care of you , be a good girl and sit back while i eat this little pussy of yours,  can you do that " fuck this was definitely a dream ." yes daddy i'll be good " .   she hissed feeling his finger sliding up and down painful slow yet not even where she wanted . " all this for me such a good girl ..mmm you taste fucking heavenly i knew you would my sweet beautiful girl " he moaned tongue swirling tasting her slick . never did he think he would have her  tasting so sweet on his tongue dancing on his taste buds it was safe to say he was already addicted. " mm fuck daddy " she cried feeling his tongue swirl around her puffy clit sending her head crashing against the pillow  the pulling his hair and her back arching at the sensation . steve harrington ate pussy like it was a five course meal and his last meal all in one . she felt her coil tighten and windup so tight she almost screamed when it snapped making his actions faster lapping up her orgasim . " fuck i'm doing that daily fucking hell baby you taste so good " he groaned wiping her juices from his face.  

" now i need to be in that pussy because i near damn came in my fucking boxers like a little virgin , can i fuck you my sweet girl " he smiled down seeing her blissed out face.  she couldn't speak all her mind consisted of was him and him needing to be inside her . " too cock drunk speak  that's ok daddy will take care of you " he growled teasing his cock through her folds coating him up ,underestimating his own control but slowly he began pushing in , feeling the softness of her walls  it was like she was made for him and him  alone .  she couldn't help the pleading and begging that flew out of her mouth nor if someone told her this would happen she'd laugh in their face yet here she was doing just that  .  " FUCK" she cried as he began to thrust hitting spots in her body she never knew where there ,  her nails  scraping down his back in a bid to pull him closer anyway she could but what surprised her most was when he pinned her hands above her head , fucking her into the mattress like it was his main goal in life  turning her on more that she even thought was possible . babbles and moans filling the room along with the filthiness spewing from the  mans mouth .  " daddy fuck just like that " she cried wanting to grab him but hell even the restricted movement made it better somehow. he let go of her hands gliding them down pinching her nipples as he passed them before he began circling her clit  . " we cum together baby i can feel it  " he growled as she clenched around . " now " his thrust sloppy then she felt his cum filling her up painting ever part of her cervix as she herself clenched down milking ever part of it .  " fuck that was...." she panted . " totally happening every chance we get .. i totally agree" he joked pulling out of her. " steve you know i love you too right .. so much it drives me insane " she leaned up lasily kissing him as he pulled her to his chest .  

bonus : 

" i'm not going in there but it's safe to say the plan worked and dustin is traumatise " robin nodded face in pure disgust. " who knew harrington was a kinky fuck " eddie smirked . " can we please just go " dustin whispered . " come on we can get the money of steve for therapy " robin led him toward eddies van . " HARRINGTON YOU ARE MY HERO " eddie yelled in . " munson come on before henderson barfs in your van " robin hissed. 

[lovebillyhargrove]

Billy opens his eyes in September 1985, in Hawkins hospital, and he's not happy to be alive. If you asked him, he would've preferred to stay dead or — unfortunately he never was dead — in a coma. Lying in bed like a withering away vegetable, blissfully unaware of his own existence or non-existence.

Gods have not been that merciful. Hargrove wakes up and doesn't even know his own body anymore. He needs to learn everything anew, starting with walking, or eating usual food — like an 18-year-old baby, for fuck's sake.

He's also bitter at everyone — yeah, for not fucking telling him !!

Except for Neil. Neil gets another kind of bitterness — quieter, darker, drowned in neverending pain.

Max gets a

"Fuck off, Maxine and shut the damn door." Said to the wall.

The gang of monster-hunters aren't even allowed to take a peek at her angry (and "that dude is so badass") brother.

Owens gets a

"Just leave me alone, Doc. I'm clean, and don't give a fuck about conquering the world anymore. Wasn't able to take a piss without a catheter until recently. I've got problems of a different level to deal with now."

When Steve opens the door to Billy's room, he actually gets talked to.

"Billy? .. Can I come in? .. Hey .. Hi."

Hargrove doesn't look like himself. He's too skinny, un-tanned, has some kind of a scanty beard, even longer hair, and looks like Jesus Christ.

Steve still can't believe it's happening. To come back to life after what Billy's been through? Impossible.

Maybe they put a dummy in the hospital bed.

The dummy opens its eyes, reluctantly turns its head towards Harrington, who is still hovering over the threshold, and doesn't say a word.

"How ..?" Steve's clearing his throat, cause sounds suddenly get stuck in it. "How are you .. feeling?"

The mannequin, who is probably Billy after all, blinks sadly and curls his lips

"Awesome, amigo."

Whew, damn, he's talking.

"Does .. does anything hurt?"

The guy looks at him like he's the dumbest idiot

"My ass hurts. I've been lying here for so long, I don't even know anymore if I have one or not."

Harrington wants to giggle, but that would sound extremely impolite.

He bites his lower lip.

"You look good."

Billy grins maliciously, and Steve is still shifting from foot to foot

"You're.." What's wrong with him?

"Listen, you're.."

"Get out."

"Uhm .. what?"

"You think you're so .. nice? Paying a visit to a poor sick guy? Why? To be a good fucking person? Get the fuck out of here."

"A good .. what?!" Steve tries to move closer to the bed but .. that's definitely stupid. He just feels like a ridiculous scarecrow in the field, with his ears burning

"That's not .. Hargrove. I actually .."

"Fuck you. I don't need you to come here."

"Okay, just .."

"Get lost!" Billy raises his voice

"Can I .."

"NURSE !!"

God.

"Alright! Get better!"

Asshole. Steve slams the door.

***

Three days later, he again tries to visit the boy who is definitely a nobody to him, and Billy again refuses to see him.

You know what, this is just too much ..! Silly games in the sandbox.

As if they weren't two reasonable adults. As if Steve hadn't watched Hargrove die horrifically, and as if he hadn't accompanied him to the hospital in the ambulance that night. Well, he himself was pretty beaten up, and needed a ride to the hospital, so it was kinda .. on the way, but still.

He sort of cared.

Was worried sick, to be honest.

And, listen, Steve generally doesn't take rejection well when he cares about something. Someone.

He's also sure of one thing — water wears the stone away.

So Steve shows up at the hospital again. Just to remind Billy of his existence, hang around the hallway, and when the door opens, give him a deliberately friendly smile and a wave of his hand.

Maybe he's here not to see Hargrove at all, he's got other stuff to do. Maybe he was just passing room number eight by accident.

Harrington is amused at Billy's face every time the guy catches a glimpse of Steve in his vicinity.

The patient either switches on complete indifference and sits there with a pompous ass face, as if they don't even know each other, or hisses like a pissed off cat.

Or he conspiratorially whispers something to the nurse when Harrington peers through the half-closed door — most likely asking her not to let Steve into the room under any circumstances.

But the former king didn't fall off the banana truck either. He has his own ways of influencing others — and begs nurse Miller, who seems to him more compassionate than nurse Fieldstone, to pass Hargrove a note

Dude, talk to me.

Steve turns to Max with a request — to collect some tapes from her brother's room, Metallica, Scorpions, Ratt, Mötley Crüe and his other favorite bands,

And asks Mrs. Miller to give them to the moody patient along with an expensive new Sony cassette player, which Harrington bought yesterday on Main Street.

The next day the player is waiting for Steve at the reception — Billy refused to accept the gift, but Harrington does not give in.

"Could you please put it in the drawer of the bedside table, preferably when he is asleep?"

The plan seems to have worked, at least the player is no longer returned. The guy must be climbing walls from hospital boredom.

One day Harrington gets lucky — he's going up to the second floor and bumps into Hargrove, who is being wheeled somewhere in a chair

"Oh, hi! Hello, Mrs. Miller!"

The nurse nods to him. Billy will not make a scene in front of all people, so he reluctantly grits out through his teeth

"Hi."

"How are you?"

"Great."

Steve notices Billy's cheeks turning pink, and the boy is hiding his eyes — he's obviously not very happy that they met like that, when he is in such a helpless state, for Hargrove has always been the machiest macho, hated any manifestation of weakness. And here he is — in a wheelchair.

"Where are you going?"

The guy's patience snaps loose

"Fuck off, will you?"

Well, let's not tempt the fate too hard.

"Have a nice day, Billy!" Steve is impeccably polite, unlike the frowning patient. However, was that not a whole conversation?

Harrington definitely calls it progress.

..

One wonderful autumn day, Steve decides to take an ultimate risk. He is in great mood, and he wants to share it.

Harrington swerves through the streets, listening to the radio while driving, a soft smile playing on his lips. On the way to the hospital, he stops at the "Hawkins Bloom" flower shop and buys a bouquet. Whether it's chrysanthemums or dahlias, he doesn't know.

"What kind of flowers does your girlfriend prefer? Here's a beautiful autumn combination .."

"That's not for a girlfriend. It's uh .. for a friend .. he's in hospital? Something more modest, perhaps? But tasteful. Not cheap."

He feels like he's making excuses

Why the hell ..?

Jesus.

Billy definitely won't like this idea, but Steve's gonna do it anyways.

Cause he feels like it. That's valid enough.

So Steve buys the flowers and brings them to the room. He enters brazenly, without asking permission, puts them on the nightstand and moves it away from the bed — so that Billy cannot reach the bouquet and throw it at the visitor.

Oh, and let Hargrove puff, huff and even chuckle stupidly a couple of times as much as he wants — nothing escapes Steve's attentive eyes — blushing and demanding

"Take away these ugly fucking twigs! Are you out of your fucking mind, Harrington?"

Also, threatening him with physical violence

"I would so whip your ass with it, honestly."

Now that's an interesting offer, now we're talking

Harrington only winks at him, smiles

"Get well, okay?"

And rushes out of the room.

..

Like hardest ice under the persistent heat of the bright spring sun, Hargrove has no choice but to start thawing off, little by little.

One day, Steve arrives at the hospital during reception hours, pokes his head into room number eight

"So how are you? Maybe we should talk?"

Hargrove defiantly rolls his eyes and sighs as though he's so hopelessly tired

"You're such a fucking pain in the ass."

Steve shrugs.

"We are broken up anyway, even though we weren't even together for real, Harrington. Never. For the record. So don't get too carried away."

Billy keeps on grumbling

"You think you brought flowers, gifts, notes, so what? I'm not your chick, for fuck's sake!"

"Well, can we be friends?"

"Nah."

That's fine. He'll come around.

Oh, and did Steve forget to mention they did hook up before all the Mindflayer business went down? Must've slipped his mind in all the commotion.

[bangchansslut6]

BIMBO!!

PART ONE OUT OF THREE.

Okay so I'm finally writing this fic!! I want to warn you guys that it won't be the best and probably won't make much sense so I'm sorry for that!! Hope you enjoy!! ♡♡

BIMBO - An attractive but stupid woman (To all my big titty bimbos out there😮‍💨

FUTURE WARNINGS ~ SMUT, Readers father is a disgusting person, reader is a bimbo, reader is a female, reader has big breasts and is called blondie multiple times. Use of slut, bunny, idiot, spit, light choking, clit spanking twice, face sitting, multiple rounds. Chan is referred to as Chris and made him a little freak...Reader gets cat called but Chan is there to save the day. Chan is apart of a gang. DRUGS, ALCOHOL. Chris and Izumi are broken up but get back together. Cheating?? They have a baby together called Ayum. Enjoy!!

CONTEXT

Chris was your ex boyfriend. Why was he your ex? Because your family didn't approve of him. Chris was a "gangster" he rode motorcycles, spray painted, people were scared of him. And when you were younger you had made the mistake of dating him. Since your family didn't like him you left him without explaining which left Chris furious and lonely.

Chris had knocked you up at the first few months of your relationship so when you broke up you had shared custody. Together you had a son called Ayum. He took after Chris a lot. There were bearly signs of you in him but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Chris had Ayum on weekends while you had him during the week. Which made it impossible to avoid eachother.

WEDNESDAY EVENING

It was a late Wednesday night. Chris invited some friends to his house for a drink and a smoke. When they were all completely wasted they started watching some porno type movie. The usual.

"Oi Chris! Howsss..Y/n's new boyfriend?" Said Felix one of Chris's friends making everyone else laugh at how wasted he was. But Chris wasn't laughing.

"Like I care what she does. They look ridiculous together. Plus I heard he's an ass. And he probably can't handle the whole of her." Chris mumbled under his breath taking a swing of his drink. He told himself all the time that he hated you. But in reality. He was a liar.

"Someone sounds jealous-" Changbin poked the bear with a teasing tone. "I'm not drop the topic." Chris barked loudly making everyone flinch. Damm it. He most definitely still had feelings for her. But how could he not?! He had to see her every weekend. And she was hot..like really hot.

FRIDAY EVENING

The house smelled of men's shampoo and colone. Chris had just gotten out from the shower and was now walking around the house while drying his hair. The sound of his naked feet padding against the oak floor the only sound in the house.

The loud noise of Chris's doorbell stopped the peaceful silence. "Perfect." He grumbled rolling his eyes and throwing a tank top on while approaching the door.

When he opened it he saw you standing there one hand holding a baby bag another hand holding Ayumi. "Look who it is? My little blondie?" Chris laughed leaning against the door.

3RD PERSON POV

Y/N stood infront of the dark wooden door. She'd just drop off Ayumi and move on with her day. This was absolutely nothing..she told herself. You are a grown woman..control yourself.

As the door opened her eyes instantly drifted to the man's abs..she was just a woman though.

"Firstly don't call me that. And yes I'm here to drop off your daughter. Nothing else." Y/N said handing Chris the tiny Elza backpack and then Ayumi. "You know the drill call if you need anything and she has everything in the bag okay?" She added crossing her arms.

"Got it. Also what's with the attitude this morning eh? Your man got your nerves popping?" Chris smirked leaning against the door frame.

"That's absolutely none of your business. Now I'm leaving. I'll pick her up on Monday morning. Goodbye." Y/N scoffed saying her last goodbyes to her tiny angel before walking off. Her hips swaying behind her as Chris's eyes trailed down and up her body. Goddamit she was still hot. Why him? And why did he have a boner now..?

Oh he was still such

An

ASS

I am literally the worst writer ever!! I'm SO SORRY about making the wait so long and the first part not even having any smut!! 😭😭 I'm so sorry for the disappointment and I'll try to write part 2 faster!! Once again I APOLOGISE!!

[rius-cave]

You've said from your lick.comic that Lucifer becomes attracted to Adam not long after and Adam is basically dealing with gay panic.

How long after that do they sleep together and how does it happen??

Ooohhh nonny

It wouldn't take too long after it. Hmmm, in fact, I have a comic planned down the line that fits very nicely as a continuation, I might tweak the script a bit to fit it better, so we'll see.

However that comic is gonna be kinda dub-cony and with some coercion so I'll propose an alternative if that's not your thing lol

After the events of that comic, Adam is effectively UNEASY around Lucifer. He can't even look him in the eye, he's actively avoiding him. He's apologized (begrudgingly) to Charlie and he's actually behaving well with the hotel gang.... Except when Lucifer is around. He gets pissy, short-fused, snappy, etc.

Lucifer meanwhile has the spark of attraction ignited inside of him, he looks at Adam with... Not uninterested eyes, but he has a much better hold of himself, he doesn't really act differently or is trying to seduce him further, it's just kind of in the back of his mind for now.

However he IS getting pissed off at Adam's attitude and how he's CLEARLY avoiding him. He briefly wonders if it's because he's just being a fucking brat.

This goes on for AT LEAST two weeks until Adam says something stupid and tries to flee from Lucifer's presence again and Lucifer is like "okay that's it".

Lucifer pulls Adam to a room with just the two of them alone and they have this discussion:

"okay, this is getting ridiculous. Fucking spill it."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! Let me go already!"

"Not until you tell me what's got your panties in a twist. Come on it's been weeks."

"NOTHING! Goddammit-! This is fucking stupid!"

"Adam I'm not an idiot, please just-"

Lucifer tries to grab his arm but Adam flinches away from it.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU-!" he yells, loudly, and there's a very obvious blush on his face.

Lucifer looks at him, really looks at him, and then it all clicks for him.

"Holy shit, are you telling me-"

"IM NOT SAYING SHIT. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE."

"No fucking way," Lucifer's face starts breaking into a smile. "For real? That little teasing got to you this bad?"

"I DON'T-! NO! SHUT UP!"

"Ohoho, this is so rich! Who would've thought!" Lucifer smirks, getting closer to Adam and adopting a much more flirty demeanor. "That the so called Dickmaster would want a piece of lil ol me?"

"SHUT UP FREAK, OF COURSE I DO NOT!"

"Hey, no judgement here, you should've just told me you needed to get laid that badly instead of piss and moan for days. Really buddy, it would've made things so much easier."

"LIKE HELL IT WOULD! I don't want you near me! Get away from me!"

Lucifer cocks an eyebrow but doesn't flinch, he starts circling Adam, as if he was prey. Adam just follows his shadow, still trying to hold on to his little secret. When Lucifer speaks again, it seems to come from everywhere at once.

"If you insist, I'll leave you alone for now. But really Adam, you just say the word and I'll make you reach Heaven again. I'll make you see more stars than you ever knew existed. See more colors than there are in the rainbow."

Adam gulps, and he panics internally when he realizes that he's starting to get hard. However, Lucifer doesn't seem to notice because then he feels Lucifer squeezing his ass, eliciting a yelp from him, and then next thing he knows Lucifer is back at the door frame, all the tension in the room dissipating.

"My door's always open! Well then, pal! Hope ya get your shit together! Don't make daddy mad~" he adds that last part with a velvety tone, and then disappears.

"Fuck..."

Not a full 24 hrs pass before Adam is knocking quietly in Lucifer's door (his new temporary room in the hotel) and Lucifer greets him with a smirk. They close and lock the door behind them. The end.

[flo-zoinks]

Headcanons for if you followed them around camp but you were crawling and trying to bite their ankles :)

Chlo you are the weirdest omg 😭 suree

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU FOLLOWED EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER AROUND CAMP CRAWLING TRYNNA BITE THEIR ANKLES💀 (MY OPINION)

(Again here assuming you're like John in terms of likability and age/gender because will responses differ greatly)

Arthur - give you evils and say "what the hell is wrong you? Get away from me" tells whoever you're closest to, eg hosea or Grimshaw to get you back in line before leaving camp because his mood is now ruined

Hosea - stop and just tell you to get up because you you look like a prize idiot, "more then already atleast"

Dutch - grab your shoulder and bring you to your feet then shove you outta camp, then rant for 5 minutes to whoever listens that society is destroying sane minds

Charles - "stop it. That's weird" looks at you weirdly and probably kick you if he had to just so you stop

Sadie - grab her shotgun and hit you HARD with the back end of it, then kick your ur ass shouting curses

Molly - runs to Dutch. Dutch probably would just tell you to get up cuz you look stupid but then scold her after for bothering him with such "trivial matters" because "obviously it was just in good fun"

Pearson - shout out like a child, try and use his cooking tools as weapons and back away from you aiming them. After it's over says he was holding himself out from unleashing his anger in camp

Trelawny - ridicule your weird behaviour very sarcastically but walk quite a lot faster trynna play it cool like he's not a bit frightened by your activity

Javier - "HIJO DE PUTA QUE ESTÁS HACIENDO 😨". Starts kicking you until your down then just continues until you promise you won't do it again. Probably helps you back up again just to threaten you with a knife

John - look at you disgusted and immediately pulls out his shotgun aiming at you until you stop

Karen - throws whatever shes holding at you (probably a beer bottle) and curse you for being a freak

Tilly - runs towards Arthur or Javier whilst hurling insults at you calling you a sick freak

Abigail - assume it's a weird perv thing then run away to suddenly stop and kick you when you don't expect it. Then tell John to make sure Jack doesn't go near you

Micah - "are you down there to practice begging me for kindness...heh..." (heavy breathing). If it wasnt Micah it would be assumed they are trying to creep you until you just stand up and be normal. If you're a minority he says "didn't know (slur) did that too what did I expect huh"

Jack - run away screaming into Abigail's, Hosea's, Dutch's, Arthur's or John's arms. Probably starts crying then later when you're sleeping throws rocks at you for revenge

Bill - "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING I'M NOT INTO THAT STUFF" backs away almost running backwards with his gun pointed at you

Uncle - forgets he has lumbago and runs across camp trying to get you to attack someone else. Probably hides behind John and says to you something like "surely you'd prefer this one, sure he needs a bit more meat on him, but take him take him!!"

Mary-Beth - throws her book at you and runs to Arthur for help, or Karen. Thinks you're possessed.

Sean - thinks it's a game so joins you to chase after Kieran, then blames you when he gets told off for starting it

Lenny - "what the hell.." kicks you once then pulls you up. Gives you a lecture after on respectable behaviour

Grimshaw - just stops and grabs you by the ear up on your feet, then smacks you. Tells you off and then drags you out of camp, especially if you did it near the girls she doesnt take bs

Kieran - backs away, runs away, shouting he's not an O'Driscoll. Probably hides further from the edge of camp for the next day but on the bright side everyone thinks your funny, if not a little weird, except Mary-Beth ofc

Reverend - thinks you're possessed, tells you bible verses, throws water on you, then runs away and drinks away whatever tf he just saw

Strauss - he is NOT surviving that again.. he has no chance in these headcanons ever

Alr yall tell me who I forgot!! Thanks for the heacanon you sucha weirdo😭. ALSO CHLO BOO U STARTED SOMETHING BC NOW MY INBOX IS JUST CRAZY FUNNY HEADCANONS OMG

[beastabyss666]

The Season 2 Episode 8 of Helluva Boss recently was published quite spontaneously, so I'm writing the review while being very sleepy. First of all... It was weird to start the episode with some cheap musical. Blitzo's solo was especially... fair to middling. I'm sorry, but I think Brandon Rogers can't sing, his voice isn't actually made for singing(that's just my opinion tho). And also hey, they remembered the cherubs! Wow. Though they made them some utter idiots, much like the other characters, I mean.. So the plot is about Blitzo going shopping for a sex toy which(in his opinion) will really rejoice Stolas. Meanwhile, the cherubs are seen living on Earth and robbing humans to "redeem themselves and return to heaven"(I won't ask how it's supposed to work). They get caught by the D.H.O.R.K.S. folk(wow, you also remembered them too, nice work Vivzie), where the agents tell the cherubs that they built a portal to Hell and made high-tech robotic suits imitating the main IMP gang. The cherubs wear them and enter the portal, ending up in the Lust Ring, where Blitzo goes shopping. The main gang attacks them(though it wasn't shown that they even were there), and OF COURSE defeats the cherubs, throwing them through the portal. The episode ends with Blitzo finally visiting Stolas and talking to him. But I'll mention it later. So... I found this episode quite weird, nothing much to say about the visuals, though some frames look like they're from another show. How some characters(especially humans) are drawn looks like they're also from another show. But I guess they don't really organise anything normally, so it just is. I also find the tone of the episode too chaotic, but the whole show switches rapidly from "Edgy black comedy" to "Unserious absurd trash comedy" to "Drama/whining/'we care about characters and their development'" stuff. Another weird thing I found about visuals is that the creators put many overly cartoonish expressions to characters, to the point that it look just ridiculous, not even saying it's out of the general style.

Some of these expressions look kinda crooked, and the other are cartoonly, but not in a way that fits the whole show. It's not a slapstick comedy, and I don't understand why the writers pretend it is. Most of the time(and it's seen in this episode) it's just lazy and poor attempts at satire on our stupid and hypocritical society, but it just doesn't work mainly because the protagonists don't seem to have more brain cells than usual humans in this universe. Earth here, although, really seem to be a thing to relieve Vivzie's malice at... everything, I guess. There is no exact satire/mocking of someone or something, so I guess Vivzie just hates every living thing in general(especially kids, for some reason). That's why the humour in this episode also seems odd in a bad way. I don't like that HB sometimes pretends to be South Park, or Family Guy, or... a typical CN show, perhaps? It just doesn't look right, it's like the writers try to copy other better works instead of making their own vibes/special tone.

Also they could use some more imagination

And about the ending... Stolas doesn't seem satisfied by Blitzo's behaviour(who acts overly sexual towards him which seems OOC), and starts... basically complaining about him being too sexual and not sensual. Guys... do you remember how it all started? Does Vivzie remember it? Literally in the 1 episode of 1 season it's shown that Stolas only uses Blitzo for his sexual pleasure, not caring about his comfort etc. He even calls him while he's on a dangerous mission. And there are lots of other moments where Stolas practically h*rasses Blitzo and makes him uncomfortable with his comments. And even since pilot doesn't seem to be canon(so Stolas didn't threaten Blitzo with r*pe), there are enough red flags about this mf. Yet in this episode he literally complains about receiving not so much love and care? That's... idk, that's shitty to say the least, and I don't know how the writers even managed. A literal abuser complaining about their partner being "not affectionate enough", that's fuckin' hilarious(sarcasm), and I say it as someone who had few abusers in my life. I still remember the previous episodes so I kinda don't buy it, but many people do, and that's sad. After that Blitzo [rightfully] angers at Stolas for complaining about lack of love while disrespecting him for being a lower class and using him as some object. Stolas only answers with "I think so very highly of you, I didn't realise you think so low of me", and kicks Blitzo out of his palace.

So... that's the episode. I have nothing much to say about it more, but I'm genuinely wondering does Vivzie even understand what she's doing and where she'll push the whole Stolas x Blitzo pairing(not that I fucking care, lol). These two are obviously in an abusive relationship, and the more they try to understand what even happened between them, the more confused they become. I personally think there's nothing to talk about with a guy like Stolas(though Blitzo too is a huge red flag), but idk, maybe Vivzie thinks that r*pists and abusers are changeable and are good deep down. Anyways, it was surely an odd episode, and I didn't really like it.

[rosebudbl00d]

ur post about aiden was so good. u have fundamentally changed how I view him and now I'm even more obsessed with him. pls can u talk more about him? in any way?

oh god, how do i go on about him without restating everything ive already said 😭😭😭

and yet at the same thing i feel like there's a MILLION things i could touch on!!

The way the fandom perceives him, his ships, his cut dialogue, the way he's drawn, the ridiculous discourse. He's been my comfort character for so long it almost feels like i'm talking about an old friend lmao

i think to start i should probably specify that these are 100% my own opinion; yes they are forged in my interpretation of canon content, so that means that some of this post will seem really tight-knit to canon, while other portions will seen outrageously out-of-character. And that is ok! I try to base my head-canons and perception of characters off of their personalities and such, but I can't help but be a little silly sometimes.

Probably first on my docket is his weird obsession with Lukas and Jesse...Yes i call it obsession, though I wouldn't call it far to suspect that Aiden is dependent on Lukas, he's so grotesquely attached. Even from the first time we meet him, Aiden's immediately searching for Lukas' validation.

"Lukas! Get a load of these losers!"

Why? Maya and Gill have already stirred enough insults that surely he's heard by now. Is it just the potential of being addressed? Of being heard? It's only to be brushed off.

Lukas calls the shots. That is told to us very early on. Whether that's because he's actually respected or Maya and Gill are forced to fall into place because Aiden will listen to him- who truly knows (probably the first one).

Later on he antagonizes Jesse again, and once again, only really deterred by Lukas. He's trying to lighten the mood, ease the tension. All the while Aiden seethes behind him. The hatred is so clear. Once again like I said before he's in this constant fight for attention against Jesse. First it's just with Lukas, then its with the world.

You could even say him breaking the lava was for attention. He smashed a STONE BLOCK. WITH HIS BARE HAND. This is past school bully levels of torment now, he's so desperate to make sure Jesse stays below him that he's willing to break his hand in order to destroy Jesse's build. And you know.

he doesn't even start to realize how bad of an idea it was until lukas comes up from behind him.

Of course, depending on whether or not you make Olivia and Axel stay to save the build, Jesse's gang either wins or loses. Of course the interaction you get from Lukas afterward is different, but god.

"It's not cool you had to deal with Aiden being an idiot."

You just know he was lingering behind a stall, overhearing a conversation he wasn't meant to. Later on we meet him again and somehow he seems even more pissy.

"How's your stupid pig" it's not out of genuinely. Lukas probably made him ask. He goes on and on, he won, why is he so mad?

Of course this eventually bounces off into the birth of the Wither Storm.

Aiden was in the conference room when it happened. When was the last time he saw Lukas? All he knows now is that there's some devilish creature tearing the earth apart and EATING people. Maybe for once he's worried about someone other than himself, but of course he's terrified. Hell he's the first one out of there.

He manages to group up with Lukas again, only to lose him. We know that post EP4 he managed to evade the Wither Storm because he can show up to help distract it in the ending battle, so it further begs the thought.

He and Maya and Gill were out there alone. Without their leader- helpless. They probably presumed him dead, or worse. And in the wake of the rubble it's almost like Aiden has a change of heart—and then a miracle. Lukas is okay. Lukas is okay and he needs their help. He needs Aiden's help. Oh sweet recognization.

He does their bidding for what? To have his spotlight be stolen by Jesse. And just when he thought he got Lukas back, once again. He's been taken from Aiden. First by the Wither Storm, now by Jesse.

Because Lukas is a hero now. And Aiden is just the guy who won the building competition.

The gap between EP4 and EP5 is unexplained but we can guess from the reactions of the townspeople to the state of Beacon Town that it's been at least a month or two- maybe more.

But in that time Aiden's been lingering, meditating on his thoughts. He tries in some way to confront Lukas probably, to try and regain what they'd lost. But no, no there's no going back. So the Ocelots are no more, and the Blazerods rise from the ashes. Aiden is their leader now, and it's getting to his head. Lukas called the shots, Lukas was his shining star in a way- but now with Aiden as their lead, he has no one to look up to—a big fat fucking lie.

Aiden will ALWAYS need Lukas' validation. Even in his attempts to berate him there's almost a weird sense of falsivity to the statements. Insistence that "they ditched him", the Ocelots were "Lukas' gang" anyways. They're not connected to him anymore! (Gill even comments about the Ocelots being a cooler name. almost like a sign that breaking off from Lukas was Aiden's idea in the first place. A strike back for leaving him.)

"The minute the Order decided you were cool he wouldn't stop sniffing around you like a tame dog."

He is SO jealous. It's a statement that's embedded in cruelty but at it's core, he speaking to a mirror. Was he not following around at Lukas' side for the whole of EP1? Searching for him? Hoping? If anything Aiden is the tame dog here, Lukas is the one holding the leash.

I won't recite everything I said in the last post (though I'm sure I've practically already done that), but once again he goes from heeling to Lukas to trying to murder the guy. Talk about a messy break-up.

Part of me wishes that his last fight was with Lukas rather than with Jesse (of course this would never happen obviously). We only get a snippet from he and Lukas' mini fist-fight in EP5, which ends horribly no matter what you decide to do. But there's such a strong hatred in the lines.

"I've got him Jesse!"

"Oh you've got me?"

It's angry. When did it turn from "The Ocelots," from "Lukas and Aiden," to : "I've got him." Betrayal. This is almost a final hit. A final straw that breaks the camels back about every thought Aiden has been thinking since Lukas left.

Lukas isn't his friend anymore.

Lukas is on Jesse's side now.

And Aiden will not have that. Not one bit.

How did he go from struggling to fight, to kicking Lukas off the edge? A sly advantage once The Founder falls? A clean cut punch that dazes Lukas enough to knock him off his feet? It doesn't matter anymore. Because as far as Aiden knows now—he's made his choice. His problems are gone. Lukas is gone.

I wonder a lot about what happened during the "before" of Sky City's end. Did they just go ham? Or did Aiden sit and think about what he'd done for a few minutes. What about Petra and Ivor? What goodness did he have in his heart to let them go? Maybe just the shock of coming to terms with the fact that he just killed his best friend. No. No Lukas isn't his best friend anymore. He just killed his enemy. The biggest pain in his side.

Anyways, most of this is probably just me recounting what I've already said. When it comes to his story it's pretty clean-cut and simple, it's just the interpretation. For me, it's a descent to madness. And honestly I relate LMAO

I think a real big eye-opener for me was codf1shbaby's Aiden's Memoir, which is. So. Fucking. Good. It's heavy as hell, but god damn is it well written. Really got me to thinking about his psychology on a deeper level, which is GOOD!! Aiden is one of those characters who gets read at face value (which is fine, I expect it. He has like a total of 40 lines in the whole of MCSM), which I think forces a narrative that there's nothing there worth looking for.

I implore you to read Aiden's Memoir if you like deep psychological stories, and if you like the writing PLEASE check out my friend Cosmo's stuff (shameless plug), he's extremely talented.

I also implore you to do your own searching! There are so many characters who are worth diving into!

It's 12:30 in the morning for me right about now, so I'm sure I'm going to wake up and face-palm about all the bullshit i wrote and everything i forgot !! But I will continue to go into Aiden more. Probably more into fandom interpretation and such next!

[fickleminder]

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"Epic win for Leviathan!" The otaku crowed the next day. "I should've kidnapped a random human and done this sooner!"

"Mammon, you're such a poor excuse for a demon; she played you like a cheap kazoo!" Asmodeus jeered.

"SHADDUP!"

Even Satan was grinning with closed eyes as he pulled out Kirana's chair for her. "Yes, very impressive," he said as she took a seat. "Except that Mammon is a complete and utter fool, so really, you didn't have to do much at all."

All smiles were nothing but an act, Kirana reminded herself. The way Satan's words contradicted his actions was proof enough. He'd been pulling out all the stops to charm her ever since she arrived in the Devildom: escorting her between classes, buying her drinks at the cafeteria, holding doors open for her… The perfect gentleman, and a complete one-eighty from when they had first met.

It was obvious what he was playing at. All he wanted was to get his hands on her power for free. No pact, no deal, just a human stupid enough to fall for his seduction and give him everything he wanted.

(That being said, she had to admit he had a very nice smile…)

"You won't be able to tame me as easily." The edges of Satan's grin sharpened. "If you want a pact with me, you'll have to do better than that."

"Even if I order Mammon to never steal from you again?" Kirana asked sweetly, relishing the way his eyes sprung open in surprise.

Disingenuity aside, since he was going to be nice to her, she might as well return the favor. It would be so much easier on her too. Kill him with kindness, as they say. Or Uno Reverse. Whatever.

Satan looked stunned for a moment before glaring at her. "I don't need your help to manage that idiot," he declared before marching away with his nose turned up.

Taking that as a win, Kirana giggled to herself.

Belphegor scoffed loudly and pushed his chair back. "I've lost my appetite. Let's go, Beel."

"But I'm not done with breakfast—"

"I'll buy you more food at the cafeteria."

And off Beel went, lumbering after his twin to RAD.

Lucifer took a slow sip of his coffee and sighed.

.

.

.

At least the human knew how to listen, Mammon thought. He'd brought Kirana to the modeling agency after classes with strict instructions not to leave the lobby while he signed off on some paperwork. She was still there waiting patiently for him by the time he was done, so he begrudgingly allowed her to grab a drink before heading back to the house.

"Here." She emerged from Café Lament holding two cups of bufo egg milk tea and pressed one into his hands. "This is for you."

"…What're you up to now?" He squinted at her as they continued on their way.

"Nothing! I just wanted to say thank you for walking me back, even though you didn't want to." Kirana smiled, trying to convey her sincerity. "I'm sorry about this morning too. I thought your brothers were being really mean to you. Are you okay?"

Mammon froze in his tracks and stared at her with wide eyes. "The fuck… Are you serious?"

"Yes?" She clutched her cup to her chest, suddenly looking uncertain. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend—"

"No, you— I mean, gah! What's wrong with you?" He spluttered. Why was this human being so nice to him?

Kirana shrugged helplessly. "It just doesn't seem fair to be ganged up on all the time. You look like you're used to it, but that doesn't make it okay."

"You're a real weirdo, you know that?" Mammon pretended not to feel the warmth on his cheeks as he turned away and resumed walking. "And just so you know, I spent all your money already so you can't order me to give it back, got it?!"

Lucifer had given Kirana a ridiculous amount of Grimm as part of her monthly stipend, but she had nowhere to stash it except under her bed. Aside from what was already in her wallet, the rest was gone the next day.

She felt bad enough that she had essentially bankrupted Mammon into settling his debt with Leviathan. Her budgeting ensured that she would last until the end of the month, so it wouldn't hurt to let it go, right? Just this once.

"Fine," Kirana sighed. "But don't steal from me again, okay?"

"Demon's honor!" Mammon whooped, fist pumping the air. "For a human, you ain't so bad!"

His pact mark sizzled against her skin, and Kirana rubbed at her chest with a wince.

[twola]

Seven Deadly Sins - VIII

PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. A continuing series.

Warnings: Smut, Violence, Low to Medium Honor Arthur (and all that entails)

Salvation: preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss.

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He didn’t sleep a wink, even with how exhausted he was. His blood pumped as if his veins were a livewire, energy surging through his battered and beaten muscles. 

It’s hard to wind down after a gunfight. He knows this, he’s known it for years. 

It’s even harder to wind down after the ramshackle buildings the gang was holed up in here in the middle of the damn swamp looked like Swiss cheese - riddled with bullet holes.

Arthur flicks a cigarette into the stagnant water as the sun rises, eyeing critically the wagon with the mounted gun that the Pinkertons were forced to abandon after their assault on Lakay.

A Gatling gun, of all damn things. He supposed he should feel tickled that the Pinkertons felt they needed it to take on the gang. They still ended up running with their tails between their legs, but the gang was in bad shape.

He runs a hand down his face, rubbing at his eyes before smoothing down his unruly beard. It’s much longer than he would ever keep it, but Guarma did not give him the luxury of appearances.

Arthur walks sheepishly toward where Tilly sits against a dock post. After scouring the camp this morning, he’s found neither hide nor hair of you.

“Miss Tilly - I, uh..”

Tilly looks at him, and the very hint of a smile curls at the corner of her mouth.

“She’s out by that little church. Left earlier. I’m sure she’s waitin’ for you.” Tilly says knowingly, endeared to the faint blush staining his cheeks.

“Thank ya,” Arthur mutters, nodding his head and stepping away from Tilly’s seat against the old tree.

He walks out of the camp and fortunately is not accosted by anyone on his way out.

Were you mad? Upset? Furious? Christ, he didn’t even get a chance to greet you last night, clumsily rolling into Lakay after surviving hell on earth on that stupid island. The damn Pinkertons had swarmed the swamp outpost within moments of him getting back, and the firefight that ensued certainly didn’t lend itself to any quiet solitude.

By the time the gang was winding down from surviving the attack, the sun was rising in the east, bathing the swamp in golden light.

Arthur can run through several terrible possibilities on his walk down the road to where Tilly said you were - out by that ridiculous tiny church - much too small for any real person to even climb into. Must be some weird swamp thing. Or weird city-slicker art thing.

He finally sees you - sitting on a blanket spread out on the ground near a cypress tree not far away from the small white structure, gazing out to the open marshes and the bayou north of Saint Denis.

Arthur approaches you quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace you’ve managed to find. You’re barefoot on the blanket, your toes peeking out from under your skirts as your legs curl to the side of your hips.

“Sweetheart-”

You look up at him, somehow unsurprised at his approach, even with how quiet he tried to be.  His brow furrows as he takes your face in, your eyes bloodshot and glassy, your cheeks tinged red.

“Oh, darlin’, I hope you ain’t wastin’ them tears on the likes of me.”

You frown up at him, “Shut up, idiot.”

A smirk crosses his face as he holds his hand out for you to help you up. You take it, not before rubbing at your eyes, breathing in through your nose.

“C’mere,” Arthur pulls you up and his other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you to him. You immediately bury your head into his chest, muffling the sob that escapes your throat.

“Hey now, gonna take a little more than a sinkin’ boat to get rid of me.”

You pull your head back, arms still locked tightly around his waist, gazing up at him as the veneer of your calmness cracks, tears streaming down your face.

“A-Arthur- '' You hiccup before devolving into sobs. He immediately leans down to press his chapped lips against yours, holding you even tighter against him.

As if he could chase away your fears and demons with his lips, he presses his tongue into your mouth, breathing your breath, holding you, and swearing in his mind to never let you go.

Your mouths move against each other, softly, slowly as first- but the fire between you starts to burn, fed by the little noises that escape your throat as his hands move all over you, a needy rumble escaping his chest. You pull at the collar of his shirt greedily.

“Christ alive, woman-” Arthur pulls back from you, working the buttons of his shirt.

He sheds the shirt, and your tears return with a vengeance as you see what the time away from you has done to him. His pale chest is singed red from the sun, bruises and scrapes litter his arms, and you can see along his side the shadow of his ribcage. Arthur has always been a solid man, hard muscle underneath his pale skin, to see him looking even the slightest bit gaunt, tore at you. 

“Oh god, Arthur-” you choke as your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

“Shh, shh, darlin’. ‘M alright. M’ alrigh-”

A wet, hacking cough cuts him off, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand, turning away from you. You rush in, placing your hands on his arm, “Christ, what happened to you?”

“Just a little waterlogged - on account a’ almost drownin’.  I’ll be over it soon enough, now that I’m off that damn island.” He replies, wiping the back of his hand against his dark pants, returning to gaze at you affectionately.

“C’mon now, sweetheart. Don’t look a’ me like that. Came all the way back here f’r you, I don’t want to see you cryin’.” He says as he goes to gather you closer to him.

But alas, his request goes unanswered as tears pour down your face as you sob again, and his hands cup your cheeks as he steps in even closer to you, his rough thumbs swiping over the apples of your cheeks to stem the salty flow of tears.

“I- I thought you died.” You hiccup, you’re shaking hands pressing against his chest, “I… I thought you were g-gone forever.”

“M here, ‘m here. I was always comin’ back to you,” His fingers weave through your unbound hair, pulling you to his lips, where you open your mouth immediately to him.

Your tongues press against each other desperately. He’s gathered you in against him, arms wrapped around your waist, pressed so hard against his frame it’s hard to breathe against the constriction of your ribs.

Your hands land on his elbows, and you pull downward with increasing urgency until he understands, unlacing his arms as you both sink to your knees, somewhat awkwardly trying to keep your mouths on each other.  His hands weave through your hair while yours run up and down the broad muscles of his chest and stomach as if you could never touch enough of his skin.

It may be seconds, it may be minutes before the two of you are tangled in each other, laying on the blanket side by side, refusing to breathe anything other than each other’s breath, as if you were drowning in the open sea.

“Jesus - god, I missed you , my girl.” Arthur pants into your neck as he shimmies his pants over his hips, shedding them and tossing them to the edge of the blanket, laying next to you nude as the day he was born, greedy hands pulling at the fabric of your shirt.

You whine in reply, afraid you would start crying again should you need to speak words into life, and allow him to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts to him, which he quickly leans over and presses his mouth to. His hand tugs at the tie keeping your skirt in place around your waist, and you assist him, frantically pulling at fabric and cotton as you whine, his tongue laving over your nipple.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he has stripped you bare under the shadows of the large cypress trees, there on the blanket in the middle of Bayou Nwa, hidden only by some random bushes and distance from the roads carving through the swamp.

He suckles at your breast eagerly, as one of his hands moves from kneading the opposite breast down, down your ribcage, down your belly, down your hips, to where a needy fire smolders between your thighs.

“ Arthur ,” you moan, pushing his hand to cup your damp skin, needing his touch, needing his breath, needing him .

 He groans into the skin of your breast, his middle finger sliding between your folds to find you wet and ready for him. But he makes no move to climb atop you, seemingly satisfied with running his finger up and down the seam of your body.

You can’t- you can’t waste this time - the weeks not knowing if he was alive or dead, the nights crying yourself to sleep thinking you’d never feel his touch again, the abject emptiness you felt in your core thinking he’d never press himself inside you and make you feel complete ever again.

You push against his shoulder, and he lets go of your breast and raises his head, a confused, slightly pained expression on his face. You push his shoulder even harder before he has a chance to question you, and to his surprise, you’re able to maneuver him to lay on his back, sprawled out on the blanket.

“Darl-”

Swinging your leg over his pelvis cuts him off, and his hands clamp to your hip magnetically, his eyes wide as you hover your hips over his.

“N-need you-“ You moan, breathless, as you reach down, grasping his length, rock hard as you knew he’d be, and aligning yourself with him, holding his cock as you begin to sink down on him. As the head of his cock presses inside you, your hands find purchase on his shoulders for balance.

Arthur watches your hips as you slowly take him, inch by inch of his cock disappearing into your warm cunt, until the feeling is too much and he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as the back of his head hits the ground.

You bottom out, gasping as your body gets used to him, the sweet feeling of being filled, assuaging emptiness - chasing completion.

Arthur’s fingers constrict on your skin as you give a small roll of your hips, the base of his cock leaving your body for a moment before you return. You let out a long, satisfied sigh, your hands moving down to his pectorals before you slowly roll your hips again, loving the near-painful stretch of your body accepting all of him.

“D-didn’t think I’d ever have you again-” You whisper, looking down at his wide eyes, the blue-green pools you never thought you could get lost in again.

Arthur’s eyes flutter closed as you pick up speed over him, hips rolling back and forth atop him as you pant on your knees. His hands guide your movements, splayed wide over your hips.

He grunts, opening his eyes again, “G-god - ain’t no place I’d rather be-” he gasps as you thrust your hips down on him hard, “-than inside you, mmph .”

You rock over him, moaning unabashedly as your knees grind into the ground at either side of his hips. Your head tips backward as you increase your tempo, arching your back as you feel the pressure of him inside you change with the angle.

He’s panting, his hips making little thrusts up to meet yours. Large hands fly back to your waist, clenching hard and aiding the speed of your movements as you roll your hips over him.

Arthur gives a needy groan, his hips leaving the blanket entirely, and the next thing you know, you’re beneath him. He’s flipped you over, on your back under him with a yelp as grabs your legs, slotting his hands underneath the back of your knees, and pushes them back, resting the backs of your thighs on his shoulders.

“ Fuck - ” he groans, managing to keep his cock within you the entire time, and he leans over you, your legs bending to nearly press against your ribcage, “You’re…”

The words fade from his lips as a groan is all he can manage to get out. You mewl beneath him, with your knees over his shoulders, he basically has you bent in half.

He wants to say more, he wants to tell you everything. But as he glides into your impossibly tight warmth, it’s like his voice doesn’t work anymore.

You’re everything, you’re what I needed to come back to, you’re what kept me goin’ on that stupid island…

You whimper, tears leaking from your eyes as you clutch at his forearms desperately, “A-Arthur…”

He pushes deep, deep, within you, as far as he can go, giving you as much of himself as he physically can. Every inch of him, buried within you. His forehead leans on yours, as if he could not fathom being any further from you.

All I can think about at night is bein’ inside you. All I want to do in the mornin’ is wake up with you in my arms.

Your voice cracks with emotion, breathless and thick as tears continue to stream down your face, tinged pink with arousal.

“I l-love you, Arthur-”

I love you, Darlin’.

He comes, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels wave after wave of hot spend leave his cock and paint your insides.

You’re clutching around him, your legs shaking as you pant little needy cries, and he knows your body well enough at this point to recognize that you’re coming too - a drawn-out orgasm that feels like it’s going on forever. Little waves, one after one, caressing him instead of one that he’s apt to drown in.

He slowly lets your legs down from his shoulders, but refuses to move his hips, keeping himself buried inside you.

His large hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb tracing away the tears falling from your glassy eyes.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

The smile you give him is bright enough to rival the sun. He drapes himself over you and finds your lips, and the curve of that smile against his is enough to save a parched man, as if he could drink from your lips forever.

Forever is what it feels like, as unwinding yourselves from each other is an impossible task.  A task both you and he absolutely refuse to do after the hell of separation over the last several weeks.

Your tongues pressing against each other, hands trailing over curves and hard planes of muscle, and everywhere, it is only a few minutes before you are gasping into his mouth, and he grunts in return as you feel him stir within you.

His hips press back into yours, and you moan as you hook your ankles over his hips. He buries his head into the curve of your neck, the overstimulation of his cock and the thick wetness of your cunt, covered with his warm spend, he doesn’t know how he could ever leave you.

But the flighty, whimpering, needy noises that you make, it goes straight to his pelvis. Even so soon after you’ve milked him with your sweet warmth, he’s ramrod hard again in moments. He’ll give you anything , everything you ask for. Just tell him. He’ll shoot, kill, steal, ride to the ends of the earth for you.

With a breathless finality, you tell him. Words slip from your mouth like sweet nectar, as one of your hands pulls the long ends of his hair. You tell him all he needs to know in whimpered syllables.

“I l-love you so much, Arthur-”

Christ, he’ll give you everything. 

Arthur rolls his hips and gives you himself. Each thrust of his cock hits that sweet spot within you that makes you cry out. Each labored pant in your ear, the movement of each muscle that makes up the mountain of him. He gives you it all.

He knows, deep down, that anything he gives would not be worthy of the love you’re proclaiming into the morning air. He could give you his faithfulness, the word of a robber, a thief, a murderer. He could give you his body, the broken down body of an aging gunslinger, nose misaligned from too many bar fights, scars across his skin like constellations. He could give you his name, which he knows, he knows , means nothing. Mary Gillis had the decency to teach him that when they were young .

So all he can do is try to bring you pleasure, try to assuage the tears that have spilled from your pretty eyes. Try to give you something, anything , that comes close to equaling the peace you have brought to his restless soul.

He comes quickly, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to muffle his groans as he pours himself into you again. A pang of regret courses through his veins, that he was not able to last longer for you. 

Arthur slides his softening cock from your body and you whimper needily, he shushes you gently, lips on your forehead, as he lowers himself to his hip beside you.

“I gotchu…I gotchu, sweet girl,” he whispers, his hand trailing down your stomach to brush against your core as his other arm maneuvers beneath your shoulders, pulling you to curl into him. He pulls your leg over his thigh, opening the seam of your body, and wastes no time at all, pressing two fingers into your swollen core, pumping them in and out in a fashion to replicate how he was fucking you before.

You’re crying, panting, nails digging into his forearm as he crooks his fingers within you, his thumb circling your hooded nub. His frame looms over you, muscled arm around your shoulders, drawing your head into the crook of his neck where you whimper. 

Arthur whispers huskily into your ear quiet affirmations, good girl, almost there, gimme one more. You squeeze your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as the pleasure he gives you verges on pain, the overstimulation wracking your body with spasms of your hips, one leg thrown over Arthur’s thigh as he works your dripping cunt.

You give a high and flighty cry as your body clenches, and he groans as he feels you squeeze his fingers, pressing his lips against yours desperately as he works you through your orgasm, shuddering and shaking, naked in his arms.

He whispers against your lips as he slows down the movement of his hand, “Christ, I missed hearin’ that.”

Arthur slowly extricates his fingers from your body, the both of you look as they come out covered in the combination of your dripping slick and his milky spend. 

He wipes his hands dry on the blanket and almost immediately leans over you, cupping the back of your head with his fingers and deeply kissing you, his warm skin pressed against yours, his weight gently bearing down on you. As starved as you thought he looked before, as you’re wrapped up in his embrace, you’re reminded how large he is - built like a mountain, smothering your entire frame under him.

By the time he pulls away, he leans on his elbow over you, gently laying your head on the blanket underneath you. 

“We probably gave half a’ Lemoyne a show there,” you giggle, finding it incredibly endearing to see a blush settle on his cheeks, considering he just had you bent in half fucking you into the ground.

He unwinds his arms from you, as if he just realized the two of you were completely naked in the bayou, and you snicker as he leans over to grope for his clothing that was so hastily shed.

You both shrug your clothes back on in silence. He’s gotten himself dressed completely as you tie your skirts on. He steps closer to help you, taking the strings of your skirts and tying the knot behind your back. He leans over you and kisses the crown of your head as he finishes the knot.

You turn, placing your fingers against his firm chest. His hands move to cup your cheeks as he leans down to press his lips to yours. When he pulls away, he places his forehead against yours and you let out a shaky breath.

“ ‘M always tryin’ to come back to you.”

“Don’t leave me like that again, Arthur.”

He shakes his head, and swipes his thumb across your skin preemptively, “I won’t, I won’t. Ain’t no one…- ain’t nothin’ that’s gonna keep me from bein’ by your side.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, your fingers clutching at his shirt. His hands smooth down your face, down your shoulders, across your back, until with the slightest pull, he gathers you into his embrace. You let out another long, shuddering breath and relax against him, leaning your cheek against his collarbone. 

His chin rests on the top of your head as he gently sways, arms wrapped right around your small frame, engulfing you in all of him.

After it all, the near drowning, the chain gang, the entire goddamn island - it all faded away now that he had you back in his arms. Of this, he knows is true - he would go to the ends of the earth to return to you - to your waiting arms and sly smile and how your voice gets soft when you’re saying something sweet.

He shuts his eyes and relaxes for the first time in weeks.

[anarchic-miscellany]

Reading "One Piece" for the first time: Part 14 It's been a while.

Our crew are looking for a doctor, but due to an incredibly convoluted and ridiculous plot: there are none in this land of ice and snow. Well, the big guy they meet says there is, but she's an elderly woman who comes when she wishes and demands large amounts of cash. Deny. Defend. Depose. So, with the gang a bit of a sausage fest if Cartographer With a Brain Cell dies, The Idiot recruits The Giga Chad to carry her up the mountain to find this hag. You know what, I wanted more Giga Chad so I'm getting my wish! Plus, as stupid as that gag is, I appreciate how they had him mock The Idiot for pronouncing "policy" as "police." This kid is the "request stop only" on the evolutionary train. Fighting and fleeing from enormous flesh eating rabbits is mad libs, but fun. The two bumbling morons not being allowed to fight them because it would advance the poison in Cartographer With a Brain Cell's body is absolutely something that this author came up with in a D&D game to stop his party just murdering everything, but it's nice to have some high-flying adventure for a change. And you know who's not here? Fucking Dracule Mihawk. Best chapter ever.

The stuff back in igloo land is less good: they seem to be struggling to find things for the other crew members to do, so he just has the hag turn up with a reindeer (roll with it) and announce her medicine (again, alright so far, a nice little twist in the tale, keeps us on our toes) before old habits creep back in and he has the guy whose name I immediately forgot a chapter or two ago swoop in for a fight because it turns out he ruled this island until 5 dudes kicked his ass. My guy, not everything has to be a fight. This is manga, not shipping discourse. (Pun unintended. Partly) But despite it all, we have the dunce duo reach the castle of the hag (fun fact: I had some music on in the background as I was reading this, and it was the Greatest Hits of Mud - super underrated UK Glam Rock band. It fit oddly well) and her pet reindeer, and Cartographer With a Brain Cell wakes up and it's all very "Castle Frankenstein" with the hag, her little reindeer Igor, and it's all kind of "I'm afraid the bridge is out, you will have to stay the night" and that works for me. A better time all round. A bit more adventurous, less "whirlwind of overpowered lunacy" from the main character, which is always welcome, but the village stuff is take it or leave it. I like that we are getting more relationships between the crew, and it's not just The Himbo (clearly the author's favourite) getting the spotlight. The king villain is bland but I like the old lady doctor. Good villain. If only for the new "Mud" connection I have made. I hope The Giga Chad gets to eat that reindeer: he has earned it

[weaverpop]

Berry War™️

(✨~ The Berry War ~✨Finale! )

Enough! - A Lionsword/Lotusnoodle Fic

“Strawberries!”

“Blackberries!”

“Strawberries!”

“Blackberries!”

“Strawberries!

MK’s eye twitched.

“Blackberries!”

Azure’s did the same.

“Strawberries are the perfect fruit! They can go in anything and are loved by everyone!”

Mei knew they loved their partners. They did! And the two poor shmucks had tried so hard to get these two idiots to come to an agreement, to little avail. Jing and Nezha were stubborn as mules, refusing to back down.

It was affecting everyone. The guards oooked miserable Everytime the topic was brought up. Sands strait up avoided tea time with them. Tang and Pigsy had resorted to wearing headphones to block out their fighting. Even Mei herself had stopped eating the fruits in question, just from how many related products the two Li’s shoved at her.

But poor mk and azure. As the partners of said fighting couple, they had no way out of this. Currently, they were seated on opposite sides, just listening to the days current fight.

“Blackberries are a unique taste that requires a fine palette!”

“Blackberries are a disgusting waste of fruit! They don’t even have a real color-!”

“Strawberries are red, not pink! Yet that’s the color they are often associated with-!”

“Strawberries are better-!”

“Blackberries are superior-!

“You wanna fight me on that old man?!”

“I’ll kick your ass you smartass brat!!”

Mei could see the exact moment Mk snapped.

“ENOUGH!”

Nezha and Jing were promptly grabbed by their respective partners, heaved into the air via the back of their shirts. They looked like kittens, and their stunned looks made the whole thing even more hilarious. Mei quickly covered her mouth to hide any laughter as the whole shop fell silent.

“We have had it with you two! All you do is fight over some stupid fruit!” Azure snapped, cutting Jing off as he went to speak. “This whole thing is getting ridiculous! It’s fruit. Not everybody is going to like one of the other! It’s a subjective opinion!”

“Not to mention,” Mk looked at Nezha in particular. “you were fixing to have an actual fight over it! Enough is enough, and I’m putting an end to this right here, right now! If you can’t get along, then you’re both going in timeout!”

Mei had to turn her head to hide her smile, and she could see Pigsy and tang do the same as the two celestials immediately tried to protest, clearly outraged. Timeouts were something Pigsy would do whenever mk and Mei had a bad argument, and it seems Mk was following in his footsteps.

Mk remained steadfast in his decision. “No! No arguing! You’re both going to sit in timeout and have a good think about it!”

Jing looked at Azure with incredulity and a bit of hurt, but azure remain unmoved as well. Mei had to cover her mouth again when the two celestials were moved to opposite sides of the shop and sat in separate booths. But the best part was their reactions. Nezha looked both irritated and offended, but Jing was downright sulking, giving Azure sad eyes and everything!

“Azzy-“

“Enough out of you.”

Oh. OH. Has this happened before?!

Mei took a deep breath, quickly walking to the back as her resolve started to crack. Thank haveans it was only the gang, Pigsy having closed early after the recent battle. Once she was safely out of earshot, she burst into laughter.

“Bwahahahaha! Ohmystarstheirfaces-!” She could barely get the words out between laughs, leaning against the kitchen counter. She vaguely saw Pigsy put down his ladle, head bowed as his own shoulders shook with silent laughter. Tang had no such reservations, laughing right along side Mei. They all laughed for a good little bit, before eventually pulling themselves together.

“So,” panted Tang, wiping some tears. “how long do you think Mk is gonna keep them there.”

“Probably less then an hour. Knowing mk, hed cave the minute Nezha gives him puppy eyes.”

Pigsy snorted, and Tang nodded his head at Mei’s reasoning. “Seems fair.”

True to Mei’s word, it lasted half an hour. Except, it wasn’t Mk, or even azure who broke first. It was Jing. Mei watched as Jing quietly tapped Azures hand, and when azure looked at him with a brow raised, he said something quietly. Mei couldn’t hear, but whatever it was made Azure soften, and he nodded. Azure then whispered something to mk, and he nodded as well. The two of them, Suprisingly, made their way into the kitchen as well.

Everyone else had migrated there after a while, so they were the last two in there. Everyone just looked at Mk and Azure in confusion, Mei included, but they just shook their heads.

Mei peaked back out, and saw Jing sitting across from Nezha. Both looked ashamed, and they were speaking quietly enough that Mei couldn’t hear. But she could tell it was definitely personal. The last thing she saw was the two of them getting up to hug before she quickly pulled her head back.

“So. You two worked things out?” Macaque asked the next day, looking curiously at Jing and Nezha as the shop bustled with people. The two nodded, both looking embarrassed.

“Yes. We have.” Jing confirmed, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“We’re sorry we made you guys have to step in. We got so caught up in it, we forgot it was supposed to be a fun debate. Not a war.” Nezha rubbed his arm, smiling apologetically.

“It’s fine.” Reassured Mei, the others making noises of agreement. “Just, next time? Maybe don’t get so competitive.”

“We can try,” said Jing, and a slightly mischievous smile came across his and Nezha’s faces. “But it’s in our nature.”

Nezha nodded, his own smile growing. “Who do you think I get it from?”

“Behave.” Mk and Azure chorused together, their tones a deadpan as they whacked their respective partners shoulders. Mei didn’t hold back her laughter this time as father and son pouted.

___________________________________________

And so ends the great berry war!

I hope you all enjoyed this little arch ;)

[simpforchuchu]

OK OK, BUT FIRST HI AND I HOPE YOUR JOB INTERVIEW WENT WELL BUT RN I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT!! CAN YOU MAKE SHIBAMAN ONESHOT????? LIKE WHEN HE FELL IN LOVE AND MAYBE A BIT NSFW AT THE END???? PRETTY PLEADE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH

Shibaman x IchigoMilk!Reader

a/n: Hii! Thanks for asking but they didn't hire me shjsjxjd I was planning to write smth for Shibaman so im happy to see this request jxkdkf Yeah Tsuji&Shibaman are my babies 😁 Im not very comfortable about writing nsfw so... Here is your request, i hope you like it 🤗💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: hnl usual violence and fights...

When the young girl entered the small restaurant, she looked around for a while.She was looking for 2 tall boys and when she saw them eating ramen at a table with joy, she stepped there.

She dropped her bag on the chair and sat on the chair opposite the two of them, and the two looked at her in surprise.

"Bon appetite boys!"

Shiba asked in a sarcastic tone as Tsuji nodded his head.

"Did you only come to say that?"

She was the youngest member of Ichigo Milk, where Shibaman's older sister was.More like, she was a rookie.The young girl, who is also loved by the Sannoh members, has not been able to get along well with this duo since her childhood.

Although Tsuji stopped fighting with her as he got older, Shiba and Y/n would argue every time for some ridiculous reason.  So when the young girl sat across from them, it was Shibaman who reacted even though they were both surprised.

Y/n rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.She put a sweet smile on her face and looked at the two of them.

"How are you? How's school going?"

Tsuji laughed at her attempt to chat and continued to eat, but Shiba didn't want to miss the opportunity to piss her off.

"Come to the point y/n. Also, I'm glad I didn't see you in that stupid pink gang uniform.That uniform pisses me off."

Y/n knew Shibaman didn't like her sister being in that gang. The fact that it was really dangerous was one of the biggest reasons.

The girl tried to gather her sentences.It was quite painful for her to have to ask these two for help.

"Okay, I'm getting straight to the point. I need your help."

Shiba gave a small grin as Tsuji lifted his head in surprise.

"You? Great Y/n? Need our help?"

Y/n wanted to choke him right now but she couldn't. So she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  But before that, Tsuji spoke.

"What kind of help? Is there a problem?"

Y/n slowly nodded and took a deep breath.And she asked without hesitation.

"I need one of you two to be my boyfriend."

"What?!"

Yes, they both cried out in surprise at the same time.Y/n put her index finger to her lips to silence them and continued.

"You're just going to pretend like it.For once. Pleaseee."

Tsuji and Shiba looked at each other and turned back to the girl.

"Can you explain properly what the fuck is that?"

Y/n said that there is someone bothering her, maybe he will give up if he sees her with her boyfriend. When they realized that the young girl was very uncomfortable with this situation, they started to take things seriously.

"Wouldn't you normally beat that person? Is he someone too strong for you?"

Y/n shook her head when Tsuji asked

"No, my mom will kill me if she hears of another fight. So I can't cause any trouble."

"I can beat him."  Said Shiba and y/n sighed

"No idiot, no fighting. I just want you to help me."

Tsuji had known the two well for years. And although neither of them admitted it, he was sure that they liked each other. So he wanted to send his friend for this plan.

"Shiba is taller, he may look scarier than me. Besides, I can't stop myself from beating him up. So Shiba is coming with you."

Tsuji nodded and Shiba sighed as Shiba turned to him in surprise.

"Okay, but you're buying us another ramen."

Y/n smiled and nodded

"Roger!"

***

Y/n sighed at the familiar face she saw after school. He had come again, and she was barely holding back from punching him in the face any longer. Moreover, Shibaman was late, and she definitely wanted to punch him too...

She grabbed the handle of her bag tightly and walked out the school door. She started to move forward without looking at the boy. But after a few steps she had to stop when someone grabbed her wrist hard and looked at that person.

"Will you let go of my wrist?"

Y/n rolled her eyes as the boy glared at her with an annoying grin. She couldn't take it any longer but suddenly the grip on her wrist loosened and someone pushed the boy hard.

She looked up at the person who had pushed the boy and saw Shibaman giving him a bad look and she looked at him in surprise. He turned to her and smiled.

"Baby, is there a problem?"

Y/n was a bit surprised by the pet name he used, but she smiled and nodded as he did his role perfectly.When the boy who tried to talk to her wanted to approach them again, Shiba grabbed the young girl's hand tightly and pulled her towards him.

Y/n briefly looked at the hand holding her hand and its owner in surprise. Shiba looked quite serious. A little scary too.

"This beauty has a boyfriend. If you don't want me to kill you here, stay away from her."

Wow, beauty?  Was he always this flirtatious?  It surprised her...

It was the boy across from Y/n that interrupted her thoughts and said, "This isn't over, Shiba."  Did they know each other?

As the delinquent walked away, y/n looked at Shiba.His jaw tightened with anger, and he was gripping y/n's hand tighter.

"Uh... Shiba?"

Y/n showed her hands as Shiba turned to her in surprise.

"It hurts a little bit."

Noticing that he was still holding her hand, he whispered a small apology and withdrew his hand.

"Do you know him? He didn't look like he had seen you for the first time."

Shibaman slowly nodded his head

"An old friend... let's go home. I'll walk with you, I don't trust him."

Y/n didn't understand why he was so serious, but she trusted him. She nodded slowly and they started walking to the neighborhood where they lived together.

After Y/n came home, she thought about Shiba for a long time.His hands were warm and big, his jaw line was very sharp and tightened when he got angry... Even though she was angry with herself for thinking about these things, she was starting to realize somethings...

They had known each other since they were very young. Shibaman's older sister has always seen and loved y/n as her little sister.That's why she grew up with him.

Y/n was a good student, even though she wanted to be a delinquent, her mother wanted her to get a good education.That's why every time she fought, she heard a serious scolding from her mother and it made her sad.That's why she was trying to be a normal girl now.

She and Shibaman have been friends for years.  Maybe enemies? They were constantly teasing and fighting each other. They always said they hated each other, but they always protected each other in such serious matters.

Y/n sometimes wondered if he had the same feelings.  But thinking that it was impossible, she got angry and hated him even more.

***

It was a quiet evening, y/n was starting to get on better with Shiba after that incident at school.At least they didn't want to kill each other.

It was an evening they walked together again.Y/n was telling a funny incident about Sannoh.  Shiba was making fun of her silly mistakes.But that silence didn't last long, when the two young people turned around with the sound they heard, they saw a few people holding metal pipes in their hands.

Even though their faces were masked, Shiba could guess who they were.He knew very well that the matter was not closed.

"Shiba..."

Shibaman took y/n behind him and spoke in a reassuring tone.

"Stay behind me okay? And whatever happens, don't do something stupid."

Y/n nodded and Shiba kicked a person who was swinginga pipe at him. It wasn't a long fight. The fight was reallyshort.But things changed when their leader, who was watching the fight on the sidelines, hit Shiba on the head with a pipe.

"Shiba!"  Y/n shouted in horror.Shiba fell to the ground and tried to fix his vision for a few seconds. He could feel the blood running down his forehead.

Someone leaned over him and unmasked his mask. He had a hideous grin on his face.

"I told you it wouldn't end here, Shibaman? It's been a long time."

When Shiba opened his eyes, he wasn't surprised by the familiar face he saw, but something did happen to surprise him.Y/n ran and kicked the bending boy hard in the face, and the boy fell to the ground. She hit so hard with all her might that the boy could not even stand up again from the pain.

Shiba looked at the young girl in surprise.He also looked a little shocked because she was staring at the boy on the ground without blinking.

Shiba got up from the ground holding his head and walked towards the young girl.

"Y/n?"  She didn't respond. "Hey!"  The young boy waved his hand in front of her face this time.  The young girl slowly turned to him and Shiba smiled.

"I told you not to do anything stupid"

Shibaman was also surprised when Y/n looked at him with her eyes filled with tears. He expected her to make fun of him for being beaten, not cry...

"Hey... are you okay? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?"

Y/n sonbed and spoke

"Idiot! I thought you were going to die.Why didn't you get up from the ground?"

As Y/n screamed in fear and anger, Shiba rolled his eyes and threw his arm around her shoulder.

"Let's go home y/n-chan... you get so annoying when you cry"

***

Y/n was at Shiba's house. She was cleaning the blood from his face with a cotton ball. And she scolded him every time.Of course, Shiba was scolding her too.

After yelling at each other for a while, y/n tossed the cotton to the side and took a deep breath.

"You really scared me."

Shiba became serious with the serious tone in the young girl's voice

"Sorry, that wasn't my intention."

Shiba was sitting on the sofa and y/n was standing between his legs, patching him up

"I was really scared for a moment. What would I do if you were injured more seriously because of me?"

Shiba smiled and nodded

"He didn't attack me because of you, it was a grudge from the past."

Y/n slowly nodded, lowered her head and closed her eyes. Shiba grabbed the young girl's chin and slowly lifted her up.Y/n swallowed with dark eyes staring at her when she opened her eyes.

What was this feeling?  Is it right, now?  Why was he looking at her like that?

Shiba was thinking the same thing.Was it the right time?  Would she kill her if he kissed her?  Or... it was now or never.

As Shiba slowly brought his face closer, y/n closed her eyes and bowed. It was now or never, right?  When their lips met, they both felt a sweet electric wave in their bodies.

A slow, sweet and deep kiss.It contained a lot of emotion and passion.

When they both broke up after a while, Shiba looked into the eyes of the young girl and smiled.

"So are you going to kill me?"

Y/n laughed and shook her head.

"Not today."

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[ridiasfangirlings]

Yata got in a fight with someone and now that guy wants revenge. He plans to make Yata suffer and so has to find out Yata's weakness. He was able to kidnap one of Yata's part-time job co-worker and also Fushimi who was also there and got distracted trying to save the other guy. The co-worker just wants to leave and tries to provide what little info he has of Yata. Fushimi is struggling not to say anything cause he knows the other co-worker is wrong about the things he's saying about Misaki.

Imagine Yata’s coworker keeps giving up all this information while Fushimi is quietly sitting there with a running monologue in his head: “Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I can’t believe this idiot doesn’t even know Misaki’s height to the nearest centimeter. Wrong.” Imagine this post-ROK and some random Strain is trying to get revenge on Homra for defeating their gang. Yata was the point person for that particular mission and so the guy has focused all their attention on him, but at the same time the Strain isn’t that strong and wouldn’t be able to defeat someone like Yata on his own. The guy gets the idea to try and “find out Yata Misaki’s weakness,” like if he gathers enough information surely he can get his revenge. 

He decides to kidnap one of Yata’s coworkers, figuring he can get a lot of information that way. He waits until Yata’s gone on lunch and then attacks the place. As it happens Fushimi was supposed to meet Yata for lunch but got delayed by a S4 incident and he was coming to look for Yata at the store, so he’s present when this attack happens. Fushimi also happens to be off for the rest of the day, so he’s in casual clothes. Of course normally Fushimi could take the Strain down easily but say Yata’s coworker sees him and thinks like oh no that skinny nerd is in danger I need to get him out of the store, getting in Fushimi’s way when Fushimi tries to draw a knife. As a consequence the Strain is able to capture them both, taking Fushimi more as a ‘can’t leave any witnesses behind’ bonus.

Fushimi and Yata’s coworker are taken to some warehouse and imagine the poor innocent coworker is freaking out because why did he get kidnapped by some guy asking about Yata Misaki, is Yata really in the yakuza or something. The Strain basically ignores Fushimi, who is busily pulling a knife from his sleeve and quietly cutting through the ropes tying him to a chair. The Strain starts questioning the coworker, like I need to know all about Yata Misaki. First the Strain decides to try and focus on any relationship Yata might have, like maybe he has a girlfriend that can be exploited. The coworker says Yata’s always stuttering and running away whenever a woman walks in so he’s probably got a girlfriend he’s really devoted to, Fushimi rolls his eyes and thinks ‘no that’s just because he’s a huge virgin.’

The Strain keeps asking, like okay does he go out on a lot of dates. The coworker says Yata leaves early sometimes and says he’s going to a bar so maybe Yata’s into bar hopping (Fushimi thinks ‘that’s just when he’s going to Homra or meeting me’). When asked if Yata has any family the coworker says he’s seen Yata with a little girl with white hair, maybe she’s his illegitimate child (Fushimi almost breaks his cover laughing, thinking the Strain has a death wish if he decides to go after Anna). Also the guy once saw Yata talking to a blonde with huge boobs but he looked too freaked out by her to be dating her, maybe an older sister (Fushimi quietly clicks his tongue, Awashima must have been looking for him). The guy says he doesn’t think Yata has many friends, since he’s so loud and kinda annoying (Fushimi’s fingers twitch on the knife, his brain moving a mile a minute as he’s like Misaki has so many friends he’s uselessly friendly it’s so ridiculous, he only needs me but he smiles at everyone so everyone likes him, how stupid are you not to notice how many friends he has). 

This is about the time Fushimi cuts through his bonds and throws a few knives at the Strain just as Yata suddenly breaks into the room all worried because how dare this guy kidnap Saruhiko and also his coworker. As it turns out Fushimi also alerted S4 after being captured and they tracked his PDA, Awashima let Yata know so he insisted on going in first to help Saruhiko and that other guy too. The Strain sees Yata mostly ignoring his coworker in order to check on Fushimi and wonders where his plan all went wrong, like wait did I just kidnap some stranger and that skinny guy was Yata’s actual coworker, is that it.

[monochromaticbeans]

Jujutsu Manji Kai

⛈️Kurashiki Kaminari, a member of Toman's First Division, is recruited to Jujutsu Tech after an "incident" catches their attention. Her bold, rebellious nature and lack of respect for authority put her at odds with this new way of life. Sneaking out to Toman meetings on her motorcycle, keeping her training as a sorcerer a secret from her gang family... Can she keep one foot in both worlds, or will those worlds collide?

Prologue: The Winter Storm

Kaminari sat on her bed, turning the collar over in her hands like it was going to magically bring him back. The little bell attached to it jingled softly every time her fingers moved. She hated it. Hated how it kept reminding her that Goma wasn’t here anymore. That she’d come home with this stupid collar instead of her cat.

It was one of those moments where the silence was so heavy it felt like it was closing in on her. Which was ridiculous, because her room was hardly silent—her dad was yelling at some sports game on TV in the next room, the radiator was doing its best impression of a haunted house, and the neighbors’ dog had been barking for twenty straight minutes. Still, everything felt too quiet.

Too empty.

“Damn cat,” she muttered, her voice cracking. Not that she meant it. Goma was the only thing in this house that didn’t make her feel like a stranger. The only one that didn’t care if she stayed out too late or talked back or got herself grounded for the tenth time this month.

And now he was gone.

Her eyes stung, but she held back the tears because crying was for losers. Except a second later, her breath hitched, and before she knew it, she was full-on sobbing into her hands. So much for that.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, folded over herself and leaking snot on her jeans, but at some point, the room shifted.

The temperature dropped.

Kaminari sniffed, swiping her sleeve across her face. She hadn’t left the window open, had she? She turned her head toward it, squinting. Nope. Window was closed. Curtains, too.

Then came the boom.

The window rattled in its frame as thunder rolled through the air, loud enough to make her jump. Kaminari blinked, her breath catching. Thunder? In winter?

She scrambled off the bed, half-tripping over the typical teenage mess on her floor as she made her way to the window. She yanked the curtains back.

Outside, the snow that had been falling lazily all day was now whipping in every direction like it was drunk and angry. Lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the entire block, and the wind howled so loud it drowned out the neighbor’s dog.

“What the hell?” Kaminari muttered, pressing her nose to the glass.

The next bolt of lightning was even closer. It lit up the street in sharp detail—snowbanks, trash cans, their half-shoveled driveway. And then she noticed something else.

The air felt wrong. Her skin prickled, and her hair started to stand on end like she’d just stuck her finger in a socket.

“Oh, come on,” she groaned, stepping back from the window. “For fuck’s sake.”

She wasn’t an idiot. She knew what this meant. It happened every goddamn time. Her grief, her anger, whatever mess was brewing in her chest had spilled out and turned into that. A storm that was now trying to take out the entire neighborhood.

Kaminari spun back to her bed, grabbed Goma’s collar, and held it like it might magically fix things.

“Stop,” she whispered to herself. “Stop it. I’m fine, okay? I’m totally fine. I'm calm, I'm chill. I'm fine.”

The storm, unsurprisingly, did not stop.

And then there was a knock at the door.

She froze, clutching the collar to her chest. It wasn’t her parents—they’d just barge in. And it wasn’t anyone from the gang. They knew better than to bother her when they knew she said goodbye to Goma today. Which left…who, exactly?

The knock came again, firmer this time. Kaminari grumbled under her breath, stomping over to the door. If this was a Jehovah’s Witness, they were about to get an earful.

She yanked it open, a deep scowl creasing her face.

A tall man stood there, looking way too calm for someone who’d just walked through a literal snowpocalypse. He was broad-shouldered, wearing sunglasses and what looked like the most boring black coat she’d ever seen. And a weird little puppet sitting on his shoulder like it belonged there. Like carrying puppets on shoulders was perfectly normal for old guys like him.

“Are you Kurashiki Kaminari?” he asked, like it was the beginning of an interrogation disguised as a perfectly normal question.

She stared at him, eyes puffy and red from crying. “Depends. Are you the cops?”

“No.”

“Social services?”

“No.”

“Then yeah, I’m Kaminari. Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Yaga Masamichi.” His tone was calm, almost disinterested. “I work with Jujutsu Tech.”

“Cool,” she said. “Never heard of it.”

He didn’t react to the sarcasm. Instead, he tilted his head toward the window.

“About the storm.”

Her stomach dropped. “What about it?” she asked, her voice slow and measured.

Yaga adjusted his glasses. “It’s coming from you.”

➡️ A Troubling Start