#about the eagerness w which they gave themselves over to me

[draculacunt]

my friend trusts me………..

[lumizwrld]

𝑴 𝑼 𝑺 𝑬 . . .

"WHAT. . .WILL IT TAKE?. . ."

➢ Charlie Walker x Black Fem Reader ✩

✴︎ word count - 3.4k

⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎ Charlie being obsessed w/ you, him trying to be a dom but failing, slightly dom but sub reader, praising, dirty talking, fucking him at school (specifically on the teacher's desk), almost getting caught, rough play, whimpering and neediness galore ☾ ONLY CHARLIE WALKER'S PERSPECTIVE ☽

✍︎ Summary = Charlie's eyes couldn't seem to leave your pretty face during the cinema club meeting, you were dazed in his manic mind. However, after the meeting ends---he strives for a real-life fantasy. . . or so he thinks. ✧

"Tell me exactly what you want Y/N..."

"Charlie wait..."

"Am I m-makin' you uncomfortable?"

Her voice roams in my head like a hypnotic song I can't seem to escape from, it's deadly to ignore. Her gentle, deep, seductive voice that I wish I never heard at all. Call me crazy but it's like she's cursed me, and no matter what I think about, it's her behind it all. Her soft gasps of air felt like a reward for me to hear, especially when I knew for a fact that it all came from me. Her body, resting in a seated position with her hands holding her up on the teacher's desk, her beautiful legs separated from me in the way of them. Her pretty brown eyes, locked to my face as she felt me all over her fucking body like a pillow, looking down into my eyes like a goddess. This was the most exciting moment, a wish come true, her being my victim. She doesn’t understand how much she makes me ache. I wish she could so she sees herself through my eyes and finally understands how perfect she is to me.

I get it, we don’t necessarily talk that much, but every time we see each other, whether in English or the hallways, my eyes express themselves however, my thoughts were louder. I’d dream of her tearing me down in front of everyone. Her little fuck show, tuning in the whole school's attention. How I’d have everyone witness me lose myself within her, make her cry my name, and ruin her pretty reputation all for the sake of me. 

"No, it's just..." She replied, glimpsing her pretty eyes down on my lips. A soft little grin appeared on her face, "It looks like you're rushing."

My hands stopped on her thighs. It wasn't me rushing. I just never thought there would be an actual chance of me ever getting this close to her, feeling her up like this, hearing her talk in this way. But, I didn't want to drop those thoughts out loud to her. Make this moment turn into a nightmare for me, "I-I'm sorry." I laughed. "I'm not trying to—I jus' wanna make sure I'm makin' you feel good."

"Charlie," She whispered, my lips quivering at her voice, feeling her exhale hit my lips.

"Yeah?" My voice pitched with nerves, slightly raising an eyebrow as my lips parted at her right hand caressing upwards on my chest.

"Take your time." She tugged on my shirt, pulling me close as she went for my ear. She gave these soft kisses, hearing her breaths sing their way into my ear while I stood there in total shock, fully taking her in. "What's on your mind right now?"

I groaned in slight frustration, squeezing my hands on her thighs. "I...I can't tell you."

"Yes, you can." She encouraged, sliding her hand down to my stomach. "I wanna hear your pretty voice Charlie, tell me." I clenched my jaw, nodding in disagreement but wanting to give in to her demand, I didn't want to make it seem like I'd rush this. Instead, hoping to sidetrack her, I lightly ran my hands upwards under her black skirt, sensing the rips of her stockings and soft brown skin in unison. I thought—I could refuse without really denying myself, but then she grasped my belt buckle, making this even worse for me. She tilted her head, "Just tell me."

"Fuck-" I whimpered, "No I can't I-"

"Char," She inched for a kiss, her left hand which was on my belt came onto my cheek. Her eager tongue brushed against mine, making a moan of mine travel into her mouth, "I know you're deep in thought." She separated, backing away from my urge to continue the kiss. "Let me inside of your head…"

"Y/N..." I felt her hands go back down my body, reaching to the bottom of my shirt, gliding her fingertips under to scratch me. A yearning look was all she gave me, overbearing eyes that put me to shame. “You don’t understand you—you��re already there.”

“How am I there?” She teased, placing her hands on my belt buckle again. Slowly, she loosened the buckle and then the strap, keeping her eyes directly on mine as she watched my reaction show nothing but a pathetic mess of trembling. “How?”

“I-I don’t want--I just-I can’t tell you…exactly.” Then there she went, unzipping my fly as I watched her eyes pout at me.

“Don't be scared Charlie, you can tell me okay?” She urgently bit her lip, desperately trying to get me to expose myself but—her hand slid down under my pants then boxers, that’s when her eyes gleamed at my sudden burst of reaction. I instantly looked down at what she was doing, releasing a small moan at her soft touch. But then she used her other hand to face me back to her, “Let me in.”

“I…” I exhaled, “I want you…” I surrendered hesitantly, leaning my head into her palm. “I wanted you to do this to me--for the longest.”

“That's it...” She whispered with a tilt of her head, “Talk to me handsome.”

“I wanna do everythin' to you…” I submitted, huffing as she exposed me from my pants. “I wanna-” I soon felt her fingers rub the tip, making me wince and squeeze tighter on her thighs.

“You wanna?” She smiled at my reaction as she began her strokes, however she only focused on the tip. “What? Charlie?” She whispered, her hand stroking in a circular motion.

“I wanna—” I whimpered, the sensation being sensitive to the point where I couldn’t even make out what I wanted to say anymore, I ended up moaning, frowning my eyebrows. “Wait n-not the tip--Y/N-”

"I wanna be on it.” She claimed, kissing my cheek as the pace went slightly faster. She made me weak, using me like a fucking toy in this moment. God, how I loved this. Using me like I was a complete joke to her. For a moment, she paused, waiting for me to speak again but all I could give was a struggling groan. “What’s wrong?” She whispered. Her eyes went all over my frame in a concerned manner but I could tell she was teasing. “Hey…” She spoke again.

“I wanna be inside…” I finally replied, placing my fingertips on the outside of her stockings, layers covering her pussy from me. But this was my open opportunity to give my all to her. Her eyes widened at my touch, my fingers gripping the fabric, ripping them to make an entrance but then her panties came after. “I-I want that…so bad…” I begged breathlessly, eyes falling to her lips. I watched her part them, her clenched teeth that gave me a sign. The way she was trying to be onto me, I was already onto her. “You told me t' tell you right?” I hesitated slightly, her legs spreading wider at my response.

“Be honest.” She replied. Her thighs bucked at my fingers sliding down the center of her panties, she was wet, bothered by me. I hooked a finger on the hem, sliding her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. “Charlie…” She purred, “Be honest with me.” Her hands went to my face, caressing my jaw and cheek. Her tone was so urgent, making me tremble more I thought about how rough I was about to be. But, what if she wanted that? She moved herself closer to the edge of the teacher's desk, “Don’t hold back from me. Do everything you want, I can handle it.”

“But—what if I hurt you?” I questioned, my heart pounding out of my chest which gave me a piercing feeling.

“Do it to me.” She whispered, giving me a careless kiss. I melted in her presence once again, her right hand falling down to my dick once again, her fingers trailing to the tip as I broke the kiss from the sensation. However, she forced her lips on me again, bringing me closer to her body.

She separated from me, "I'll do it." I responded as she rubbed my tip on the lips of her pussy, hearing her soft moans vanish into the air. "I'll d-do it--fuck..." So sensitive, that it made me nervous to even be inside her, I couldn't even do it myself. But she was so eager to feel me, she didn't hesitate to place me inside her. All of this, happening in the classroom.

I loved how we moaned in unison, her pretty eyes in mine as I went in deep. I couldn't take her warmth, her wetness, straining me already and we didn't even start yet. I actually felt fucking pathetic, but I watched her fingers trail to her clit, slowly caressing it as she leaned back a little. She was needy for me...

"Don't look away from me Charlie, look at me when you fuck me please." She gasped, biting her lips as I parted mine.

"You're so beautiful Y/N, I..." I whispered, holding back a whimper as her eyes frowned at me, my pace being slow, her whore-like actions but innocent-like face. I knew she wanted me to talk to her, and I wanted to but I couldn't focus on this even happening. She was supposed to be a fantasy to me, give me something to look for during school, I never had the thought to say how I felt upfront. She was supposed to be a beautiful memory of mine after we graduate.

She tossed her head back, letting a moan fly out of her mouth as I took the hand that was focused on her clit, kissing it as if it was her lips. "I'm serious." I stated, "But--I want you to look at me too." I released her hand, reaching for her neck. She gasped, feeling me tighten and bring her in close to me.

"Oh fuck," She moaned, piercing her eyes into mine. “Yeah?”

"Uh-huh, look at me with those pretty eyes." I begged, picking the pace up with my strokes.

"Tighter." She demanded, grabbing my wrist. I fell into her command, gripping her tighter, hearing her shriek. Her eyes frowned in eagerness, “Fuck me in honesty--"

"I am," I whispered, glancing at her lips and then back up to her eyes. I soon traveled upwards on her cheek, caressing her lips with my thumb. "I wanna be so honest with you.

I..I wanna make you feel good beautiful.

Am I?" I whined, tilting my head as I watched her nod urgently in response.

She was so horny, sensing her body grind with me inside. "You’re doing so fucking good Char." She groaned as I released her face, she soon snatched a kiss off me again. How her vicious moans entered my mouth, making my pace slow down, feeling her hands rush their way all over my chest then upwards to my hair. Grasping my roots, she guided my head down to her neck. “You’re mine.” She whispered, my lips brushing on her skin.

“I’m yours-I’m all yours Y/N,” I whined, "I wanna be all yours mommy." I sucked her sweet brown skin, leaving a bite that made her shriek out a cry. "Did I hurt you?" I panted, thrusting myself harder into her. I faced myself to her, watching her suck my thumb and then lick up on it.

"Oh my god--" She moaned, kissing my thumb as her grip went tighter on me. "Call me that again handsome."

"Mommy..." I tilted my head at her once again, soon breaking the eye contact from the sensitivity. I winced, "Fuck, I-I can't I-"

"You're so horny aren't you," She encouraged, "so sensitive, fucking me hard like this?"

"Oh fuck, i-it's all your fault." I groaned at her response, thrusting faster as her whimpers grew louder. "Be loud beautiful, n-no one can hear you."

Her mind went into a haze, watching her slightly drained expression look over at the door. She seemed tired, taking in all of my pent, my desire to the point where it strained her out but she wanted more I could certainly tell. Her moans turned into cries, taking both of her arms and wrapping them around me, "Y-You're gonna make me--" She struggled, "Oh my---Charlie-" She exclaimed at what she saw from the door, which was a teacher passing by. Her embrace loosened, "W-Wait stop stop please-"

"No no no." I forced her face to me, "You were so into this- you forgot that were still in school beautiful." I comforted her, feeling her nervous state tremble.

"We have to stop we-" She claimed, until I interrupted her with a kiss to make her shut up her fears.

I continued to fuck her, I wasn't going to let anything stop me from this moment. But, her being nervous, made me want her even more. It was a drive, a rush I felt. "I wanna please you Y/N." I urged in a soft tone, "I'd do anything for you."

"Charlie stop." She moaned, throwing her head back with her eyes closed. "Fuck--fuck me, give yourself to me you fucking--" Then her moans caught her off guard, how much I admired seeing her slut like state coming back out to haunt me.

"What am I princess?"

She raised her head again, her face of pleasure striking at me as she grasped my jaw, "You're a good boy." She whimpered, "You're being such a good boy for me, the way you think of me, you're so desprate for me ..."

"I'd kill for you," I urged. "fuck so desperate for you..."

"Fuck--what if someone comes?" She panted.

"Nobody's coming, nobody okay?" I reassured her, taking my right hand and finding my way down to her clit. "Focus on me."

Her mouth opened, my thumb circling her anxious clit as I tried to be in rhythm with my strokes. She was so fucking sexy. I really wanted to please her, but this moment had me so bothered to the point where... I felt my body warm up instantly, fuck, I can't yet. We just started...I didn't want to cum at all.

"Touch me just like that," She whispered, taking one of her hands and trailing it up her body until she got to her breast. "Just like that-- play with mommy's clit just like that pretty boy."

My eyes frowned, circling her faster as my body increased its warmth. "You're so fucking sexy oh my god." I moaned, "You're so perfect to me."

"I am?" She bit back a moan, squeezing her breast in pure temptation from me. "I'm perfect Charlie?"

"Oh your so perfect t' me you really don't understand Y/N," I claimed, pressing down on her clit, observing her body rise as well as her expression. Her whimpers sounded like a lullaby to me, so drunk of me, giving me the upper hand on her fragile body. “I’m doing nothing to you.” I whispered, “I’m barely touching you.”

"Mmh' no don't tease me like that now." She whined, her thighs going into a bucking state from the sensation.

"Mmh' but you like it, look at you," I whispered as her moans interrupted me. "Yeah, just like this mommy, I'm gonna play with you just like this okay?"

"Play with me please," She inched her face close to me, urgent to kiss me however as badly as I wanted to kiss her, I restrained myself. "Please, Charlie." She whined.

I nodded at her response, but then a loud moan of mine interrupted my motion on her. Her face went in worry when I began to slow down, raising an eyebrow as I immediately took myself out of her. "Charlie?" She called out, witnessing my shameful stance, me--holding my tip as my head went down in exhaustion. Shit, this was really embarrassing.

"I-I'm sorry...I feel it..." I nervously chuckled, raising my head at her. "it was fast I-I know I'm sorry I just-"

"Continue," She grasped my shirt, pulling me back in close to her again as she grasped the wrist that held me back, "I mean that, I want you to play with me..." Her soft voice, her hands grabbing my dick once again, guiding me back inside of her again. The sensation was a thousand times sensitive than the first time--like I could just cum right now and honestly ruin myself.

But it was slow, and her voice soothed my embarrassing state, yet this time, I fell back into submission to her. As much as I wanted to really do everything to her, it was really her doing everything to me. I wanted her to use me to her full extent, use me like a fucking toy like before. Her soft gaze, watching my trembling face, seeing her pretty evil smile yet again. Fuck just let me have all of you.

Literally...

"I need you..." I panted, "Take control of me." She caressed my face, my hands finding their way around her body, fully embracing her as she kissed my cheek. "Are you s-sure you still wanna do this with me Y/N, I-I might cum..."

"Make a mess inside me." She demanded, my eyes widening in surprise. For a second, I struggled to say something, looking down at her body but then she giggled at me. "You're nervous to fuck me now aren't you?" Her hand placed loose strands of my hair behind my ear, "It's right there, isn't it?"

"I-It is..." I glanced at her lips. soon taking her word in and beginning to thrust slowly into her with slight worry in my eyes. "Keep talking to me like that please, talk to me baby."

"You're gonna cum if I do Charlie." She teased in a whisper, "Remember your mine handsome, all fucking mine to use."

I parted my lips, feeling her grasp my jaw and bring me close. "Make me cum Y/N, make me please fucking make me."

She bit my bottom lip, her moans driving me fucking insane to the point where I straight up kissed her, wanting her to do it all in my mouth, her tongue intertwining with mine. Still with the slow strokes, I went harder, desperate to just do as she said.

In a sense, I was right there. But I edged slightly. Until she grasped my neck, "You're gonna ruin yourself for me?"

"All for you," I struggled, "All fucking for you..."

"It feels so good doesn't it?" She purred, soon moaning with me in unison while I urgently placed my right hand on her cheek. "Oh my god, you feel it?"

"Mmhmm." I pouted my eyes at her, "I feel it Y/N..."

"Cum for me Charlie, give me all of you." She demanded as I dropped my head, slightly thrusting faster.

"Do it baby," She encouraged me, holding a whimper back.

"I feel it...I'm gonna cum mommy..."

"Do it Charlie." She moaned, lifting my face to make me look at her before I release.

"I'm gonna--"

"Charlie," She moaned out.

"Charlie..."

.

.

"Charlie?" She questioned, nudging my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"He's always in his fucking head, this isn't anything new." Robbie called out, folding his arms.

In reality...I would never get the real chance to do it...

In reality, she was in front of me, standing beside Robbie, all three of us just having a conversation about the Stab-A-Thon happening tonight...

"Char?" She softly called out, soon taking me out of my head. I glanced up at her from my eyes being lost on the floor, she was holding the strap of her bag in her hands, her concerned eyes watching me nervously realize what was going on at this moment.

"S-Sorry, I zoned out for a minute I-"

"It's okay, I do it too it's normal." She answered with a smile, soon hearing Robbie scoff.

"Yeah it's normal," he spoke out, soon walking to my side and placing his arm around me. "Unless you're him, always spacing out, why's that Charlie hm?" He looked at her, basically the both of us looked at her, but then my eyes dropped to the floor.

"Cut that shit out man," I spoke out, pushing him away from me as she tilted her head at me.

"You're just in your head, I get it." She walked up to me, her slightly taller frame overbearing me in the sexiest way possible, my eyes shot up into her eyes. "I'll be there tonight, like I said before."

"Yeah?" I smiled softly, "I-I better see you there then."

"Don't worry, you will." She insisted, taking small steps back towards the door. "See you guys later." She waved, seeing Robbie's attention not even pay any mind to her however, I watched her like a movie, her eyes rolling at his blank response but then focusing on me.

"Bye, Charlie." She spoke softly, making me weak all over again just at the thought...

I was right...

My thoughts were always louder...

[kairithemang0]

curtwen masquerade ball curt dips owen in a ballroom dance can't see owen blush like a maniac that's it that's the ask

So, would they know it's each other?

If they didn't, maybe it would have Curt being like "oh this guy is so hot..." and not knowing Owen is working with him on a mission or something

Hold on gonna just write about this and see where it goes (will not be edited, probably. very much a first draft)

Curt brings the mysterious man away from the party, his mask still draped over his face. He holds onto the man's wrists, his hands hot as he holds the cuffs of the man's suit jacket. They found a quiet corner, Curt's face still coded red under the mask. He listened to the man's laugh, which felt like being stabbed with knives of sweetness. He wanted to know if the man was as flustered as he was. He wanted to look back and ask him to take the mask off, so they can have a real face to face.

"Not used to being dipped now, are you, love?" The mysterious man pushed Curt against the wall of the corner they found themselves in, the only light illuminating the blue and purple mask of the man was the glimmer of moonlight from the window near them. Curt's clothes felt tight, he loosened his tie a bit. The mysterious man watched him like a vulture about to attack, ready to feast on all the skin Curt let himself show.

"It's not the first time, I simply wasn't expecting a man with your charms to show up tonight," Curt tried his hardest to be able to breathe, to keep his cool while his face began to burn with a mix of embarrassment and the feeling as if he could melt into the man at any second. He almost forgot he was working, still looking for his partner for the mission. Owen Carvour, he assumed he hadn't shown up yet. It gave Curt time for this moment, this sweet perfect moment.

The man touched Curt's collar, brushed a finger along where the fabric ended and Curt's skin began, "Your skin is surprisingly soft, love," he grinned under the mask, letting out a grin as Curt moved his neck away from the touch out of instinct, "You're cute, aren't you?" His accent was rich and gorgeous, Curt wanted to be surrounded by that voice he had for ages.

Curt didn't respond to that. He was a lot of things, but he would've never described himself as "cute". But if this man was saying it? Curt wanted to say as loudly as he could that he was the cutest man to ever live.

"You've gone quiet, what's on your mind?" The man's finger trailed up his neck and onto Curt's chin, before he made his way to Curt's trembling lip and pressed his finger into it just enough to where he heard Curt let out a quiet whimper, "Now that's a noise I didn't think could come out of your mouth, love."

"Yeah well, you've got a lot to learn about me," Curt choked out, he could barely hide it anymore, not that he was trying to. He felt the man's chest push against his, Curt didn't realize how close his face had gotten to his, he couldn't tell if it was his eyes playing tricks on him or if his face was really as red as Curt thought it looked. He was gorgeous either way.

The man laughed, and trailed his fingertips back down Curt's face, letting it travel lower than his collar and down to his loosened tie, loosening it more with his delicate finger, "Maybe I do. I'd say we should start with names, but this isn't the setting for that, is it?" Curt could practically smell his breath that was a mix of mint and pure sweetness that made Curt feel like he was going to go on a sugar rush just from breathing it in. Curt closed his eyes and his chest rose as the man touched the buttons on Curt's shirt, "Maybe I'll buy you a drink later, find somewhere with less risk."

Curt practically melted, and unable to contain his eagerness any longer and grabbed the man's face and kissed him. Curt strung his hands through the man's hair, as he felt the mask slip down the man's nose and fall to the floor. Curt didn't let that stop him, and the man grabbed his shoulders and pushed him hard against the wall.

The man's lips tasted just as good as Curt thought they would and was painfully disappointed when he felt him pull away. It was too short, he needed it back. Curt watched him, his brain beginning to work again. He knew the face, he recognized it even though he didn't look as flustered in the picture as he did now.

"Hello, Agent Mega. A pleasure to meet you," Owen Carvour fixed his hair and held his hand out to Curt, who through the confusion and desperation to feel his perfect skin again, shook it firmly.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Agent Carvour."

Again very much a first draft, still fun to write (you didn't ask for a fic, sorry :/)

[msfbgraves]

I am ready to be disappointed and angry with CKs6 part 2. The writers are in love with both Johnny and Kreese and seem to dislike Daniel for being sweet and successful and for not being masculine the way Johnny is and resent Terry because of his enormous popularity and immense charm. They are eager to show the first two redemption (undeserved) and give (Johnny) everything (totally undeserved) while making Daniel suffer and be made to be less, and have Terry also suffer and die for being evil (but Kreese gets redeemed????). F*ck this show. It ended for me personally in season 5 and so like to think that Daniel and Terry ended up together, Sam and Tory got married, and Robby became president and hugely successful and loved while Johnny got hit by a car and no one cared.

I'm ready to be surprised by part 2, Nonnie, because I know that Netflix would never let them write what the only consistent happy ending would be for this show. And that is them all ending up in a big polyamorous commune. Amanda and Daniel open their house up to Johnny, Carmen, Miguel, their baby, Robby and Tory; Lucille finds Rosa a fantastic apartment on the beach with other cooky grandmas, Robby joins the auto business while Miguel goes to a top end university, sponsored, of course, by LaRusso Auto, Sam and Tory become edgy lesbians together, maybe they move to NYC, for Sam to study and for Tory to become an activist (activist first, then she finds something to study there, maybe goes to community college first on the principle of the thing to end up in one of the top law or politics programs nationwide), Amanda sits Johnny down for a very stern talking to: either he toes the line at the dealership or he becomes an actual certified tradesman or they won't let him use the dojo. And no, Johnny, you're not running your own dojo, ya failed. Yes, you're going to have to run the classes sometimes because she and Daniel are... Busy. Daniel is needed in Okinawa a lot. She and Carmen need time for themselves. And yes, Silver has kidnapped Daniel again. Yes, she's working on getting him b - oh, hi, babe! Enter Daniel with messed up hair, a dopey smile and the most fucked out, glazed over look in his eyes you've ever seen. Johnny is like: "Man, he's really done a number on you this time, huh?" and Daniel is like "Yeah 🤪" and Johnny is like "You OK with this, Amanda?" And she's like: "We'll get him next time" and Daniel is like "Yeah 🥰" and Anthony comes in with the newest iPhone saying: "Thanks, Uncle Terry" before he goes on a date with Kenny and Daniel reminds him to be there for the family planning trip to Okinawa. Kreese has been released but he's raving alone in a piss soaked bar.

As we're not getting that, well...

Honestly I am so surprised at why they did Terry so dirty. I understand that they like to subvert expectations, what with giving the ponytale to someone else but Terry isn't Kreese's wimpy sidekick, never has been. He defers to Kreese because he adores the man, not because he couldn't step in if he wanted to. Kreese wants to give up and Terry doesn't let him, do we remember? He sends him to Tahiti and then gets his dojo back. Would have succeeded too, if not for Daniel LaRusso Derangement Syndrome. And Kreese left him as per their own decision, and Terry had a pretty level headed initial reaction to it. Would have succeeded in staying away, too, if not, AGAIN, for Daniel LaRusso Derangement Syndrome. Which is something the writers can't acknowledge but the editors can! The initial longer scene between Kreese and Terry gave far less weight to the "Danny boi?!" than the edited version did. And then the whole scene where Terry is basically over the past when Kreese is raving about feeling slighted. The only time he really commits is after Daniel rejected him and the writers are like: "All of this is about Terry's jealousy of - tada! Johnny Lawrence!" Terry doesn't care one iota about Johnny Lawrence's existence, all of that had to be written in in the weird ooc flashback scenes. Thomas does not care. I like the dynamic these four create: Johnny has this thing with Kreese which Daniel is immune to, Daniel is in a deathmatch with Terry whom Johnny is completely immune to, and both John and Terry and Daniel and Johnny are childhood frenemies. But the writers are still standing there with a bullhorn like "Nohooo, this is all about Johnny!!" It's how Harry Potter should have ended up with Hermione but JKR was like: "No! Look HOW COOL Ginny is! And Hermione ends up with Ron!" And then the fandom was like, um... "They are terrible people" and JKR was: "That's right! I, too, am a terrible person!" And the more tightly they cling to their Johnny worship the more objectively strange the choices are they make these characters make. There is no objective reason why Robby wouldn't simply have moved back in with Daniel. There is also no reason why Daniel would tell Johnny not to teach karate as a profession. Some people might welcome an alternative to Cobra Kai. There's also no reason not to charge a fee. He's a businessman, and that is terrible business. Johnny would have been SO fired after that hissy fit at the dealership. If this had been all about Kreese, the whole of S5 makes NO SENSE, because Terry dropped Cobra Kai years ago and he could have done it now, CK run into the ground, Kreese in jail, back to Malibu's mimosas. His mission was thoroughly accomplished in S4. And now they've made Miyagi "I hate fighting" and "Don't know how tournaments work" and "Why need belt? You know you good" into someone who keeps memorabilia of his Sekai Taikai captaincy under a floor board. Sure. He brings out the notice of his wife's and baby's death once a year to get drunk over, he was a WW II Medal of Honor winner, he would have fought Sato to the death for honor but the Sekai Taikai past he can't face? And how old would he even have been? Was this before he met Sakiko? Must have been because otherwise he was way past college age. I mean really. If this was before the war - the only timeline that makes sense - after the war he could only have snorted at his playfighting past and thrown it all out. Still, even then it does not make sense because someone who would rather run than fight Sato for Yukie would not be so hellbent on getting into that tournament. And if he somehow was, he would still know how tournaments work and have no reason to conceal that knowledge from Daniel in the first All Valley. And if he did know he would also know about the skills part of a karate tournament and would not have to answer Daniel's "Can you do that?" with: "Don't know. Never been attacked by tree."

But they don't care about the story they're milking. They only care about a lifelong, fictional grudge.

[ca-8]

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Partner Scenarios

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"I'm sorry, she's my what?" (Y/n)’s relaxed, yet poised composure remained undisturbed. Though many are usually eager to have someone like them by their side, it’s still not uncommon for some to have a bothered reaction. And still, a thought managed to form in the back of their head: For being the princess of every inch of this land, she should be used to pampering by now.

Right above them, King Rhoam had his narrowed eyes laid upon his daughter. They were all in the main room of the palace, where the King stood on the balcony with the two teens below him, and the morning sunlight beamed through the windows. All of which upon the King’s wrinkled, earnest face and the nervous stature of Princess Zelda.

“Your personal assistant,” he stated with arms folded behind his back.

Princess Zelda’s eyes widened. “Father, do we not have enough workers at the castle already?”

“I think not. As of right now, awakening your power is absolutely crucial. You need to spend every waking moment on making it possible,” the King explained. “(Y/n) will make sure you won’t have to waste time on your private needs from now on.”

The Princess hesitated, glancing to her side for a quick second. (Y/n) noticed her hand slithering to the hem of her dress and gripping on it, as if for dear life.

“Um, thank you, but…” Princess Zelda stopped to suck in a gentle breath. “I’m more than capable of fulfilling my personal duties along with my royal duties. I do not think I need them.”

Then, the room fell silent. Within that moment, tension thickened the air to the point where if someone walked into the room, they would instantly feel thousands of invisible boulders crush their shoulders. Still, (Y/n) didn’t allow this to impair their posture.

“Zelda, you must understand the importance of your destiny, correct?” King Rhoam finally said, raising his voice.

“W-Well, yes-”

“Then you also know that contributing every second of your time will bring you closer to it. Therefore, you will let (Y/n) take care of you from now on as you continue with your training.”

His words echoed throughout the room. Princess Zelda kept her mouth glued shut, her eyes slowly moving from the balcony and onto the floor. She folded her hands in front of her stomach, and gazing upon the light caress her thumb gave to the base of her finger, (Y/n) wondered about the last time anyone had ever comforted her.

But they set the thought ablaze immediately. ‘That part of Princess Zelda’s life is none of your business,’ they reminded themselves.

“Yes, father,” the Princess said slowly.

“Good.” (Y/n) heard King Rhoam sigh. “(Y/n), please escort Zelda to her study and prepare her breakfast.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she said. For a moment, the Princess’s eyes flickered at theirs, then back to the glossy marble floor. (Y/n) drew in a quick, silent breath and made their way to the double doors. They stopped right in front of them and turned to the Princess, who still stood in the same spot. “Please come with me, Princess,” they advised.

They could now see King Rhoam’s eyes firmly staring down at his daughter, like black clouds hovering over a field of sunflowers. Despite his strict expression, they couldn’t quite describe it as glaring. ‘A father who is doing what’s best for his daughter,’ they thought. ‘And a King doing what’s best for all of Hyrule, in this case.’

Princess Zelda’s shoulders slumped a little, and she turned and followed after (Y/n), keeping her gaze onto the floor. Her and her assistant exited the room with the King’s eyes following them.

(Y/n) had seen enough of the castle to know where they were going. Kitchens southeast, library far east, the Princess’s bedroom on the upper western floor, and currently most importantly, the study room only a floor below it. They had planned to walk briskly to get the Princess there as soon as possible, then get right to work.

However, with their pace resembling a thunderwing butterfly who just learned how to fly, she might as well expect to work late in the night.

Princess Zelda had barely lifted her feet off the ground. She hadn’t spoken a word or looked at anything besides her sandaled feet. (Y/n) took a peek at her gloomy face and felt a jab of guilt.

They could say something, like how her father just wants what’s best for her or she had already proven to Hyrule that she was a good ruler. Though, they knew the Princess wouldn’t completely buy it. If it came from a mere castle worker, it probably wouldn’t mean too much.

But that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try. So, what can they possibly do?

They walked up a flight of stairs and entered another one of the hundred hallways within the castle. Tall windows were displayed along the left wall, which revealed a full display of the rising sun. Once again, the sunlight beamed down on the two of them, a part of it giving hopeful spotlight onto her hands, like the sun was trying its best to let its warmth awaken her power for her. But, to both the sun’s and her dismay, they remained painfully normal.

Despite their lacking the knowledge of how to help the Princess summon her fate, (Y/n) did come up with an idea of how to brighten her woeful face, even only a little.

“Thank you,” Princess Zelda muttered, then turned and entered the study, silently closing the door behind her.

‘Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll do everything in my power to give you the hospitality you deserve,’ (Y/n) thought. They removed their firm glare from the wooden door and headed towards the eastern part of the castle.

~

‘Perfect.’ They had to thank her mother for giving her years of culinary training. Observing every piece of fruit that beautifully decorated the slice of white and yellow cake, (Y/n) wondered if they’d ever had a chance of being the renowned assistant if they never worked so wonderfully in the kitchen. Yes, they were way behind schedule now, but at least the Princess’s behavior will be uplifted, at least a little. Besides, an assistant's job was to deliver food for their Lady, was it not?

They went straight to the Princess’s study and knocked on the door. “It’s (Y/n), Your Highness. May I come in?” they asked.

“Yes,” Princess Zelda’s gentle voice said.

Carefully shifting the tray to one of her arms, (Y/n) grabbed the doorknob and walked in. The Princess, who was only accompanied by the dozens of books surrounding her and the large window above, didn’t look up from the large, opened book. (Y/n) walked over and sat the tray down on the last bit of free space the desk had.

Princess Zelda glanced at the tray, and a tiny sparkle returned to her eyes. She looked up at (Y/n), who only gave her a gentle smile.

“I’ll come to deliver your lunch here in a few hours, Princess. Until then, I’ll be tending to your bedroom. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” They bowed, then left the room to begin their work.

Before Zelda could say another thank you, (Y/n) was already out the door. Her gaze instantly darted to the slice of fruit cake, but then onto something much more intriguing. ‘A note?’ Zelda thought curiously. With slightly eager hands, she picked up the pink paper and began to read its unnaturally neat handwriting:

Dear Princess,

It is an honor to have the privilege of serving you. Though I cannot imagine the stress you are under, I do understand that your comfort is my responsibility, and I will try my absolute best to relieve every tension you have and will receive.

I also want to say that no matter what happens - no matter what the future of Hyrule is - I, and many others, will always be there to support you.

Forever yours, (Y/n)

For the first time in days, a tiny, relieved smile reached her face. She put down the note, took a few bites of the fruit cake, then went back to studying. ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

[jesse-pinko]

What do you think about Skyler's and Walt's relationship dynamic when they first got together? It is so fascinating to me how much their dynamic must have changed over the years. Skyler got together with a significantly older man with a so far very promising career in chemistry. When they bought their house Walt is clearly still ambitious, driven and confident. Being the one in charge, leading and managing everything while her husband is checked out and going through life on autopilot is something I don't see a young Skyler wanting or expecting from her relationship with Walt.

Okay so!! I read a post awhile back that I cannot find now (pls somebody comment w the link if you find it) ab how the reason we all hate Walter’s gnarled old raisin guts even as we still find ourselves perfectly capable of and even eager to empathize with Gus and Mike, who have committed similarly heinous crimes, is bc Walter is a hypocrite who consistently screws over the people he claims to love and prioritize above all else, whereas Gus and Mike at least do right by the few people they allow into their inner circles. I think this is absolutely correct, but at least for me, this is only half of the reason I hate Walter. The other reason is that Walter doesn’t operate like a drug lord or a hitman in terms of evildoing, by which I mean; he operates like a domestic abuser or a sexual predator. Both Gus and Mike at points attribute their distaste for Walter to his “unprofessionalism” because while both of them attempt to at least maintain the facade of detachment largely preferred by the criminal underworld, Mike by (trying to) keep his personal life and the people in it completely removed from his criminal dealings, and Gus by channeling all of his capacity for emotion into a person who has already passed, Walter has no such reservations. The emotionality that supposedly divides him from the rest of the criminal underworld is ironically what makes him more evil than his mercenary counterparts, because it’s entirely a front and is in reality just him leeching off the emotions of others. Walter will not hesitate to get personal, Walter will not hesitate to bring up the existence of his family to a dangerous kingpin if it means he gets to play Manly Provider, Walter will not hesitate to groom a former student to be his personalized emotional punching bag. More so than any unfeeling pragmatist criminal, Walter has no scruples.

(Hasn’t even mentioned Skyler yet)

I don’t really have a problem with age gaps as a rule if it’s between two consenting adults over the age of 21 (my parents have an age gap similar to Skyler and Walt’s, they met when my mom was in her mid-twenties and my dad his mid-thirties) but if someone makes a habit of courting people younger than them, it’s typically indicative of a predatory nature, regardless of whether the younger parties are of age. Their partners don’t just happen to be younger than them; they are deliberately surrounding themselves with people they can exert power over more easily, people who are less established and will rely on them more financially and emotionally. And while I don’t think Skyler was ever as naïve as Jesse, I do think she took Walter’s persona of choice at face value much as Jesse did. Walter presented himself to her as an ambitious if mild-mannered chemistry genius (he was definitely more sure of himself as a young adult, but is implied to have always been something of a square), and if anything I think his nerdiness appealed to her because she equated academic intelligence with emotional intelligence, and in those early years, he gave her no reason not to. She thought he was a genius, but more importantly, she thought he was kind. She didn’t sign up for a complacent, preoccupied husband working on a teacher’s salary, just as she didn’t sign up for a son with cerebral palsy or being pregnant well into her late thirties. But at the beginning of the series, she’s stressed, yeah, but she’s also happy. And all the Reddit incels took that as her either relishing being the head of house or being indifferent to her husband’s unhappiness, but I think she attributed his passivity to contentment. Because her family was enough for her, Walt as he was was enough for her. And I think the real heartbreak stemmed not from realizing Walter wasn’t the man that she married; she knew that already. But from realizing that she and the life that they had built together weren’t enough for him.

[indigoh4ze]

use your words || t.n & d.m

warning- SMUT // face riding, blowjobs, mommy kink, d/s dynamic, a lot of praise, lmk what else

sub!draco x dom!theo x switch!fem!reader

a/n- i've never wrote for theo but this idea came to mind cuz i've been seeing alot of him sooo here it is! enjoy and send in some theo requests if you have any. also i tagged my draco taglist for now since i only just added theo

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looking to your right, draco’s feet were draped over the arm of the couch, his head on your lap like your thighs were his own personal cushions.

theo, who sat on the left, was playing with the strings of his joggers mindlessly, and your head laid limp against his shoulder, fingers raking through the blond hair on your lap.

draco was beginning to get whiny, squirming as he turned to nose at your thighs, almost hitting your crotch- causing you to tense mildly and inhale sharply.

“dray, y’alright?” you questioned with a knowing gaze, coaxing him to look at you, which he did, though a pout was drawn onto his lips.

“wanna go t’bed, mommy,” theo now put his attention on draco, cocking his head and scanning his eyes over the boys state, a mess with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

you looked over at theo for permission, wasting no time in bringing draco to his feet with the gentle touch of your hand on his bicep. once you all made your way over to draco’s private dorm, theo guided the both of you to the unmade bed.

draco immediately found shelter by your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving wet kisses along your jawline, pulling quiet and breathy moans from your throat.

“how about you tell mommy what you want, dray, use your words like a good boy,” theo gently purred, now squatted in front of draco, two hands placed soundly on the boys knees, the pad of his thumb soothing circles.

draco seemed to hesitate, awfully flushed in this headspace, distracted by the intense whirling in his core. “w-wanna feel good,” he mumbled, though he was nudging so close to you that his words came out muffled.

it took theos strong grip on his jaw to steer him away from you, and you placed a hand on his thigh to relax his nerves. “c’mon now, be a good boy and then we can help you, alright?”

nodding, draco slowly parted his lips, “want you to touch me, please?”

“with what, baby?” now it was your turn to question, and draco looked up at you, gulping.

“dunno, mommy.”

but it was evident he did know, because he looked down and bit his lip, feeling even more nervous as all the eye were on him.

so you ran tender fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on his cheek, bringing him to lay back. the boy followed without question, then scrambled to meet your requests of discarding his shirt.

theo stood, doing the same and then moving onto his buckle, the metal clacking together and filling both you and draco with suspense of what’s to come.

“doll, wanna be a good girl and get on your knees?” theo insisted, and you practically fell to the floor, urgently doing as he asked, in return gaining a proud smile from the boy.

the brunet walked over, stroking a piece of hair behind your ears and then looking back at draco, who was sat up on his elbows and awaiting attention. “dray, how about you ask nicely, and y/n/n will make you feel really good?”

“p-please, wanna feel your mouth around my cock, waited all day f’you, please?” draco hastily blurted, a glimmer of lust molded into his gray eyes.

“good boy,” with the praise, draco’s heart swelled, and theo leaned down, tilting the boys chin up and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. draco melted into the kiss, desperately using his tongue and making theo grin slightly into the kiss before moving away.

you were simply watching from your knees, a pout constructing its way onto your lips at the lack of attention. as if reading your mind, theo spoke, “go on, bunny, suck him off like a good girl and then i’ll make that little ache in your tummy go away, how does that sound?” his soft spoken words and vibrant visage had you nodding eagerly. as a reward for your obedience, theo mirrored his previous actions, leaving a kiss on your lips and pecking them once more for extra effect.

theo aides draco in taking off his undergarments, and now it was your turn to comply to theos requests, signaling draco to move closer to the edge of the bed so you could get the perfect angle of his cock from your kneeled position. he was gripping the silk sheets with a strong hand, watching the way you took his cock in your hand and began to set a rhythm around it. your simple actions drew soft whimpers from the boy, and theo watched from where he was leaning against the wall, cock straining against the material of his boxers.

“does that feel good, dray?” you inquired, and draco nodded quickly.

“words, dray,” theo reminded the boy from the side.

“y-yeah, feels really g-good mommy,” his sentence ended with a yelp as you brought the tip of his cock between your lips, the warm muscle stroking it before fully submerging it inside the warmth of your mouth.

draco released a lewd moan, and in the corner of your eye you saw the licentious smirk drawn on theos lips, which had your cunt throbbing through your panties even more. the boy in front of you had his eyes closed, though he couldn’t keep them shut for long as he wanted to watch how well you took him.

pre-cum dribbled from his tip, and you gagged lightly around him as theo padded over to assist you - holding back your hair in a makeshift pony tail and guiding your head so his cock slid gingerly through your swollen lips. a few bucks of his hips was all it took for him to become a moaning mess, whines spilling freely off his tongue with less shame, eyes unable to keep off the sight of theos lips attaching themselves to the flesh behind your ear every now and then.

soon, draco was emptying inside your mouth, cock driving into you one last time before he dissolved into pleasure. you dragged the climax out as long as you could before gasping for air, licking your lips and lulling your tongue out for theo to show him you swallowed everything.

theo gave you a pleased smile and an affectionate kiss on your temple before standing to sit by draco. “feelin’ better?” theo queried with a lopsided grin.

“much,” draco nodded, kissing theos cheek and then looking down at you. “thank you, mommy.”

“of course, love,” you were standing now, giving the silver haired boy a kiss and then looking at theo expectantly.

“i want you to ride my face now, angel, sound good?”

“yes please.” you said with eager eyes.

“good,” theo breathily chuckled, “and draco, you’re gonna be a good boy and suck me off, yeah?”

once draco had responded with just as much eagerness- enthusiastic at any chance to pleasure his boyfriend- it had begun.

theo’s on his back, your flimsy panties discarded along with your shirt, and draco between theos legs and in front of his now exposed cock. slight hesitation came over you before you managed to maneuver yourself above theo’s face. the heat of his breath fanned against your cunt and you shivered from that alone, non stop blood rushing through your body.

finally, theo’s lips connected with your folds, already soaked from your arousal. his tongue worked deliciously against them, opening your lips and gaining access to your bundle of nerves, suctioning the nub with fervor. draco began his ministrations on theo’s cock, which had the brunet groaning into your pussy.

moans were pouring out of your mouth, fingers intertwining with the strings of hair at theo’s scalp, your free hand gripping the top of the bed frame as you slightly rolled your hips against his mouth. draco was speeding up, which meant theo was gaining more and more pleasure, resulting in you shivering from the stimulation.

“fuck— theo, right there!” you gasped as his tongue flicked the perfect spot repeatedly, swirling and sucking as wet noises echoed throughout the room, along with other sounds of groans and moans.

lifting your hips from theo’s grasp for a second, the boy peered up at you through half lidded eyes, rosy cheeks and disheveled hair making your thighs quiver. “c’mon, love, ‘m not finished tasting your sweet pussy,” he rasped, digging his fingertips into the fat of your ass before pulling you back towards him, this time not letting you escape his clutch.

theo’s tongue worked rapidly against your cunt, eventually sheathing it into your fluttering walls, and drawing a lewd whimper from the pit of your chest, “i’m coming— theo fuck, fuck please,” you were begging and blabbering as arousal dripped from your cunt and smeared itself around theo’s mouth. your orgasm took over, your body going limp as you held onto the headboard firmly and threw your head back in ecstasy.

just as you did so, draco swirled his skillful tongue around theo’s length, taking all of him and getting theo to his peak. his moans into your overworked cunt were heaven and hell, sensitivity and pleasure swirling within you as you panted above him.

eventually removing your cunt from his mouth, you sat on his bare stomach, soaking the outline of his abs with your slick, your lips puffy and achy against him.

draco lift his head up, kissing your hip from behind and then sitting up fully. theo released a sigh before sitting up, grabbing your by your underarms and pulling you down into a sloppy kiss- the taste of your juices still on his tongue- then settled you onto his chest. he outstretched an arm for draco to join- the boy crawling towards you and snuggling close to theo’s chest as well, your faces turned towards eachother.

you looked up at theo, dotting a kiss near his chin and doing the same to draco’s forehead, then settling back onto the boys comforting warmth and allowing your eyes to flutter shut from exhaustion. the last thought that went through your head before sleep fully overtook you was,

i’ll worry about the mess later.

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[rodr1cks]

Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?

cw: none it’s pure fluff

word count: 1.8k

“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.

You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.

Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.

He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”

Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.

You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.

You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.

“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!”

Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.

“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”

Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.

Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”

“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”

He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”

“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”

You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.

Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.

When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.

“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.

All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.

“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”

“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”

Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.

“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”

Rowley nodded slowly.

“Y/n likes Rodrick?”

Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.

“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”

“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.

“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”

Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.

“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”

Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”

The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.

Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.

He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”

Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.

Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.

“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”

Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.

“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”

“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.

Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.

Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.

“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”

“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”

You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.

When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.

You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.

Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.

“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.

“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.

“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.

“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.

“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.

The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.

You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.

“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”

Shit.

“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.

“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.

You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.

You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.

“Rodrick, I’ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”

Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.

Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.

He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.

Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.

He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.

“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

Congrats on 500 followers!

For your celebration could you write a drabble w/this prompt "I can do whatever I want!” From the 3rd drabble list? Tony is having a Christmas party where reader drank too much asgardian liquor and says they can do whatever they want when Yelena tries to bring her back to their room.

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Masterlist Shelter for survivor!Natasha Romanoff

500 followers celebration

Today was the day and you were not going to embarrass yourself in front of the Avengers. your first Christmas with Yelena, your first Tony's party. With trembling hands you were choosing the right earrings. Maybe the jewelry wasn't the problem, maybe your dress was. Or what if it wasn't the clothes, but a person wearing it. You were critically assessing yourself in the mirror, when Yelena entered the room.

"You look gorgeous." She could never flatter, it was a fact. "Let me help you."

Earrings Yelena chose were of white gold and diamonds. Once you put them on, she stood behind you. You both were reflected in the mirror. And through that reflection her calm was becoming yours.

"We don't have to go, if you don't want to." Yelena was studying your face. You couldn't hide the pale hesitance. "We don't have to."

"It's been long enough. I'm ready."

It was time to become part of Yelena's life. And what could happen at the innocent Christmas party.

___

Natasha greeted you with a smile, Tony with a handshake, Bruce with an awkward head tilt. They heard so much about you. Well, the burden of expectations was heavy and it was right on your back. Thanks to Yelena and her volubility.

"Don't worry. I won't leave you." She whispered.

And even with that promise, you were tense. Barely eating, barely drinking, you had no idea how you were supposed to react to the stories of human perfection and the triumphs of good over evil. Yelena tried to distract you, but even her eagerness was left unseen. And you were sleepwalking until someone arrived. With the strike of the lightning no less.

"You were right. He definitely doesn't need painkillers." It was the first time you saw a real god.

"Come on, I'll introduce you." Yelena tried to support that spark of interest in your eyes.

"You sure?"

Instead of an answer Yelena lightly guided you to him. Thor pulled into a rib crushing hug and dragged away from Yelena. You caught only her reassuring smile. Yelena knew what she was doing. God of Thunder was the one to break the tension.

Yelena was right. His genuine interest in you, irony in his stories, the way he was laughing off so many deadly occasions in his life. As soon as you smiled for the first time, you caught your girlfriend's eyes on you. Her plan was working, until it didn't. Thor forgot you were only a human, he offered you his liquor. And you drank it. Too much. And it was cute and fun. For about 20 minutes.

It hit you immediately. The feeling of being light, feeling of being free, feeling of being equal to the Avengers themselves. You relaxed, you became the person that was reserved only for Yelena. It was your obligation to run to every single superhero present and hug and joke and laugh.  And it was bearable until it wasn't. You decided to share intimate stories about Yelena with her sister. Blond immediately tried to pull you away. But the liquor apparently gave you extra confidence, which turned into unexpected strength. Yelena didn't catch you, she simply didn't expect you to run away,

"Hey, I'm one of the Avengers. They accepted me." You were on the second floor and for some reason decided you could jump from there.

But the culprit god picked up your girlfriend and in a blink of an eye they both were near you.

"I think you had enough fun. We gotta go." This time Yelena was ready and her arms didn't let you move away.

"But don't you see, I can do whatever I want!"

Yelena glanced at Thor with all the contempt she could. But she knew too well, it was her own fault.

"Yes, you can." She whispered into your ear. "But how about you prove it to me in our room?"

You stopped trying to get away, but your drunk brain didn't catch the catch.

You fell asleep the second your head touched the pillow.

And the next day Thor's headache was far stronger than yours. Yelena made sure of that, because she specifically ordered him never to give you alcohol.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Unwrap Me

Genre: Smut

Best friend! Felix x reader x best friend! Jisung; threesome; unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.85k

Mellow speaks: Here's a little something I made for my beloved September twins! It was really fun to write, and I hope many people like reading it too!

Entering their shared dorm late night on Jisung's birthday, the two guys who like to call themselves the "September Birthday Twins" are surprised to find her shoes placed neatly near the door. Surprised, but not shocked. It is a regular occurrence for them to have their best friend Y/N over at their dorm, but today, they hadn't expected her to be here of all places, when only a couple hours ago, she had excused herself from the party that had been throwing to celebrate Jisung. The original plan had been to stay long enough to ring in Felix's birthday as well, but neither of the two boys felt like continuing for long after she left, having made up some excuse that they were far too drunk to remember.

"What is Y/N doing here? And where is she anyway?," the Aussie asks his roommate, only to have him shrug in response. "I didn't even know she was gonna be here, how would I know why she is here? As for where she is, let's go check the bedroom." Nodding, Felix starts leading the way down the corridor towards their bedroom, only to realize that the lights in the room are still off. Coming up behind him, Jisung pushes the door open, calling out, "Y/N? Are you in here?," while turning the light on. What awaited them on the bed was something neither of them had expected, but had definitely dreamed about.

There, looking like a pretty gift just for them, sat their best friend, her (presumably) naked body wrapped in ribbons of different colors, her innocent eyes wide with excitement. "Surprise!," she calls out softly, biting her lip at their flabbergasted expressions, eyes blown out and mouths hanging open in surprise. This seems to pull them out of their trance, as Felix asks, "W-what are you doing?," too afraid to let his mind run wild with the thoughts that are clouding it. Smiling, she replies, "Remember when we were talking about our sex lives and threesomes? Jisung had thrown around the idea of us having a three-way together, and it gave me an idea."

This time, it's Jisung who speaks up, saying, "You- you mean-?," and when all she does is simply nod, he can't help the huge smile that creeps up his face, as he thinks about his wildest fantasy being fulfilled at last." "I am your gift this year, so, do you want to unwrap me?," she asks, causing both the boys to turn towards each other, their faces betraying the excitement that is bubbling up inside them. Stepping forward, Jisung gently places his hand on the topmost ribbon, pulling on it till it comes undone. The ribbon slips down her body, falling on to the bed, and revealing something that both Felix and Jisung have dreamed about many times. Their eyes landing on her beautiful boobs, Felix can't help but think back on every time he has wanted to bury his face between them, licking and sucking on them for hours. Jisung, on the other hand, is reminded of all the times he has wanted to play with her nipples as his other hand pleasures her between her legs.

Their gaze makes her wrap her arms around her boobs instinctively, too shy all of a sudden. Felix stops her midway though, pulling her arms back away. "No can do doll," he says, smirking at her as the realization that this is actually happening finally sets in. "You can't stop us from seeing our gift. Especially when it's so damn gorgeous." She smiles at him softly, putting her hands back down, and Jisung takes the moment to gently climb the bed next to her, latching his lips onto her left nipple as his hand flies up to massage the right one. Throwing her head back, she lets out a string of soft mewls, making him smirk against her skin.

Watching his best friend suck on his other best friend's breasts, Felix can't help the hand that slips inside the waistband of his jeans, palming his hardening length. A minute or two later, he pulls his hand out, proceeding to pull open the next ribbon. Falling down, it gives him a sneak peek into her core, almost leaving him drooling. Just then, Jisung pulls away, turning to look at the slightly younger boy and nod at him. She looks at them with wide eyes as they both place their hand on the last ribbon, ready to pull it off. Gulping, they finally pull the ribbon open, gaping at just how beautiful she is as the ribbon comes undone. "So pretty," Jisung mouths, making her bite her lip and suppress a smile. Suddenly, an idea comes to her mind, making her push both the boys down the bed, before leaning back against the bedpost, only to spread her legs.

Their eyes going wide, they can do nothing but watch, hypnotized as she rubs her fingers over her heat, letting out a moan. Pulling on her clit, she massages it for a while, before softly dipping a finger inside her, smirking as she looks at them. Unable to wait any longer, Felix starts taking his clothes off. Down goes his shirt, followed shortly after by his pants, leaving him just in his boxers. Climbing on the bed, he smashes his lips onto hers. The kiss, the first they have ever shared, starts out soft, but it's not long before it heats up, as he sticks his tongue out, forcing her lips open and exploring her mouth. Her hands fly to his hair, tugging on it as he moans into her mouth, moving closer to her and rubbing his clothed dick against her naked heat.

Jisung, who had been standing and watching them till now, also in his boxers, pounces onto the bed, shifting Felix to the side. The loss of contact with his member makes her whine, which is soon replaced by a gasp as the older boy's hand makes contact with her clit. Rubbing circles on it, he is quick to shift his attention to her hole, slipping a finger inside her. Felix, on the other hand, moves his lips to her neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses, alternating them with hickeys as he sucks on her skin. The combined assault makes her moan loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. The finger inside her makes way for Jisung's tongue, as Felix latches his mouth onto her breasts, already sensitive from the love Jisung had shown them earlier. Jisung speeds up the pace on her pussy, as Felix slips his finger onto her clit, rubbing it harshly. It's not long before she feels her stomach tie up in a knot, as her moans become shallower and her breathing becomes more ragged. The boys notice this, eager to taste her. Soon enough, their ministrations push her over the edge, making her come undone all over the older boy's face. Lapping up her juices, he lifts his face up, letting his friend take a go at her taste too.

Felix quickly moves his finger from her clit to her hole. When he pulls it out, it is shining with her cum, and he smiles giddily looking at it, like a child on Christmas. Sticking the finger into his mouth, he can't help but let out a satisfied hum, opening his eyes only to find  Jisung's expression mirroring his.

Recovering from her high, she notices just how hard her two best friends are, inside their boxers. She doesn't waste time in getting on her knees, pulling Jisung's boxers down, as his dick sticks out in full glory. She can't help but gaze at his length in awe, but the moment doesn't last long, as Felix's whines, wanting attention, quickly bring her back to reality. She smiles at him, pulling down his boxers too. Biting her lip, she takes his length into her mouth, her hand wrapping around Jisung's member as she pumps him softly, while swirling her tongue around Felix's girth. After a few pumps, she switches to Jisung, her mouth wrapping around his member as her hand moves over to Felix, pumping him. She continues to alternate between the two boys, and soon enough, the room is filled with nothing but their moans and the sound of her lips on their dicks.

Both the boys feel themselves inching closer to their climax, as she continues her ministrations on them. Letting out a groan, Felix manages to mutter out between ragged breaths, "W-want t-to cum inside y-you," gently taking her hands off his length. She continues to suck on Jisung for a minute or two, until he tugs on her hair gently, making her pull his dick out out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva keeping them connected.

Getting impatient, Felix places his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to himself as he rubs his length against her butt. Jisung takes it as a sign to get down of his back, and that is just what he does, pulling on her hands and beckoning her over to ride him.

She crawls towards him, straddling his lap before lowering herself down on his member, hissing at the sudden contact. Felix doesn't waste a single moment in crawling behind her, pushing into her from behind, as she moves up and down the other boy's length. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, Jisung's hands cupping and massaging her breasts, while Felix places his mouth down on her neck, kissing and leaving hickeys on it. She lets out a moan as the two boys hit her at all the right places from both sides, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her walls tighten unexpectedly around Jisung's dick, making him let out a groan as he places his hands on her shoulders, pulling her face down and catching her lips in rough kiss. She kisses him back hungrily, letting out a whimper as she feels Felix's hand make contact against her butt, before he leaves a lick up her back.

"I-I'm close," she cries out in the older boy's mouth, feeling herself edge closer to her climax once again. "Cum for me doll," Felix says from behind her, making Jisung grunt in response. Not long after, the combined stimulation from both sides makes her cum, the orgasm hitting her like a truck as she cries out, her body shaking. The boys continue to pump into her, with Felix pulling out just in time to cum all over her butt, his hands gripping her sides. Jisung cums soon after, filling her up to the brim as he rides out his high. Pulling herself off him, she lies down on the bed, turning to face a very fucked-out looking Felix next to her. "Happy Birthday, Lix," she smiles, letting out a yawn as she lays her head on his chest. Jisung hugs her from behind, muttering against her skin, "Thank you for the amazing gift, princess. Now let us treat you as you drift off to dreamland."

[prettylittleheartfilia]

The Usual

Neither of them knew how they ended up in this situation. One moment she was yelling at him for sneaking into her house, as usual. Then they began sparring, as usual. And now they found themselves on the couch, Natsu’s lips capturing hers, Lucy’s hands cupping his cheeks, which was not usual at all.

It was a soft kiss, neither of them really sure of what they were supposed to be doing with their mouths. They pulled away, pressing their foreheads together. The two stayed like that for a while, eyes closed, basking in the realization of what had just happened.

Lucy slowly opened her eyes and, just as she was about to speak, Happy flew in through the open window in her apartment.

“Lucy! Did you get any fish for me?”

Both Natsu and Lucy jumped at the sound of the exceed’s voice, scrambling to opposite ends of the couch so as to not raise any suspicion on what they had been doing less than a minute ago.

“Hey, buddy!” Natsu said a little too enthusiastically, his voice an octave higher than normal. “I thought you were hanging out with Carla.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to give her my fish and then I realized I actually ate it on the way to the guild, so I’m looking for another one.” He explained as he made his way to Lucy’s pantry.

“You already ate the fish I saved you.” Lucy called out, trying to hide her still reddened cheeks.

“What? Lucy~, that’s why I tell you to keep a bunch of them in the pantry!”

“I’m not saving any more of your stinky fish!” She got up and started pushing both of them towards the front door. “If you want more then go fishing and stop annoying me!”

The blonde slammed the door on their faces, leaning her head on it and letting her body slide down onto the floor. She normally didn’t mind their company, as much as she constantly berated them for invading her personal space, but today she needed to be alone in order to process what the hell had just happened.

The days following the incident were… weird. Lucy started avoiding Natsu like the plague. She dreaded going to the guild out of fear that she might run into him. And when she did inevitably run into him, she would make up a quick excuse as to why she couldn’t go on missions with him or sit with him to eat. The dragon slayer hadn’t sneaked into her place after that day either, which should have been a relief for the blonde, but it just made her feel like he thought what happened between them had been a mistake.

But what right did she have to feel this way? She was the one who continued to run away from him, too afraid of what might happen if they got the chance to be alone together. And now, she was all by herself in her apartment, deciding to focus on her novel instead of trying to go to the guild for a futile game of hide and seek like she had been doing all week. Except that this wasn’t working either. Every time she tried to write words on the paper, her mind went back to Natsu and that day. The way his lips felt against her own—chapped but sweet, the way his hands felt on top of her hips, how his wild hair smelled of-

Lucy flinched at the sound of someone knocking on her door. She jumped out of her desk chair and quickly opened the entrance to her apartment, not really caring who was behind the door as long as they could make her think of something other than her best friend’s lips.

“Hey, Lu!” As soon as the door opened, Levy jumped on the blonde, hugging her tight.

“Hey… everyone. What are you guys doing here?” Still a bit flustered from her earlier thoughts, Lucy hugged Levy back as she glanced up to see Cana, Juvia, Erza, Mira, and Lisanna all standing in her doorway.

“We thought today would be a perfect day for a girls’ night!” Mira explained as she and the other girls made themselves comfortable in Lucy’s home.

Lucy smiled softly. A girls’ night was just what she needed to clear her head, even if it was unexpected.

Or so she thought.

Not even ten minutes after her friends’ arrival, Cana exposed the real reason why they had suddenly come to visit. “So, Lucy, did something happen between you and Natsu?”

“Cana!” Levy smacked her arm as the other girls looked at the brunette with wide eyes.

“What? Might as well just come out and ask instead of beating around the bush.”

The blonde’s face glowed red as she hurriedly denied her friend’s question. “No! No no no, everything’s fine! W-why do you ask?”

“Please. We all notice how weird you’ve been acting lately. You run away if you see even a glimpse of pink hair.”

Lucy looked down. Maybe she should tell them what happened. She’s not used to talking about her feelings, normally just shoving them down and distracting herself by writing or going on a mission. But none of those distractions seemed to be working right now. And most of her friends had much more experience in this department than her, surely they would know what to do. Plus, she trusted these girls with her life.

“Natsu and I… we, we kissed… last week.” She muttered, still looking down. Part of her hoped they didn’t hear her but, alas, they did.

There was a resounding “WHAT?” from all of her guests and Lucy simply nodded, still too afraid to look up.

“Oh my God! Pay up, guys!” Cana jumped up, thrusting her open palm in front of Mira’s face.

“I really thought it would take them years.” Mirajane grumbled as she took out some rolled up jewels from her cleavage and handed them to the brunette. Both Lisanna and Erza also stood up and begrudgingly gave Cana their money.

“Juvia knew it was coming. They’ve been flirting more and more these days.” Said the water mage with a smug grin as Cana divided the bills with her and Levy.

“Wait, what?” Lucy finally looked up indignantly, “You guys made a bet about this?”

“Of course. We all know you two idiots are in love. You’re the last ones to realize it.” Cana shrugged as she sat down again.

“We’re not in love.” Lucy responded, but even she knew it was a weak protest.

“How did it happen? Who kissed who? Was it like you expected your first kiss to go?” Levy jumped from question to question excitedly.

“I don’t even know. We sat down on the couch after a sparring match and we were just playing around and then…” She trailed off.

“Did you like it?” Erza spoke up for the first time.

“...Yes?” Lucy responded after a while and groaned after she saw her friends’ cheeky smiles, burying her face in her hands.

“If you liked it so much, then why do you keep running away from him?” Asked Cana.

“I don’t know,” The blonde mumbled, face still buried in her hands before she moved to hug her knees instead, “Things are just… weird right now. I don’t know what I want, or what he wants.”

“Well, do you see yourself in a relationship with him?” Mira asked softly.

This got Lucy thinking. Ever since she was little, she had always fantasized about marrying her Prince Charming. Someone who was elegant, classy, a gentleman on all counts. But, after meeting Natsu, somehow the idea of that Prince Charming started fading away from her mind until there was no trace of it left. Now, whenever she thought about the one person she wanted to spend forever with, the only things she could envision were wide, warm smiles and pink hair. She never spent too much time thinking about what it could all mean, too afraid of what she might find if she dug deep enough in her heart. But the truth always found its way to the surface.

“I do.” She admitted in a whisper, more to herself than the people around her. “I want us to be together forever.”

“Then, what are you so afraid of? Go and talk to him.”

“I can’t. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t think he’s interested in relationships. And even if he was, he’s my best friend. I would never want to do anything that could jeopardize that.”

This time, Lisanna interjected. “Luce, I’ve known Natsu for a long time. I probably know him better than he knows himself in certain ways. I can assure you, the boy is head over heels for you. And I’m not the only one who sees it.” The other girls made gestures of agreement and Lisanna chuckled.

“You’re missing out on what could potentially be a beautiful thing because you’re scared of the what-ifs. Yes, maybe along the line something happens and you guys break up. But, maybe you don’t and you get to grow old together. You’ll never know unless you try. Life is all about risks and I know you’re brave enough to take them. I’ve seen you do it.”

Mira’s speech almost brought tears to Lucy’s eyes. She was right-- as she usually was about everything. If Lucy was able to leave everything behind at seventeen to become a mage and get through countless adversities in her way, even when all odds were against her, what’s stopping her from confronting a boy?

“No matter what happens, we will always be a team.” Erza added, and it was just the validation Lucy needed to make her mind up.

“Thank you, guys. Really. And you’re right. I need to stop running away and just talk to him.”

———

Today was the day. After going over everything the Strauss sisters had said to her in the mirror to gain courage, Lucy took a deep breath and made her way towards the guild.

As soon as she opened the grand doors, she was met with the familiar ruckus of Fairy Tail; chairs being thrown in the air, groups of people singing while drunk-- Cana being the most notable of all, of course. People yelling out what missions they were planning on taking to Mira, and what seemed to be a crowd of people cheering on a fight. She smiled. As much as Lucy loved peace and quiet, there was something so comforting about all the chaos that went on inside the guild. It felt like home.

Only when she got closer did the celestial mage notice that the people who were fighting were none other than Natsu and Gray. Gajeel seemed eager to join the fight from where he stood in the crowd, but he was being pulled back and chastised by Levy.

Rolling her eyes, Lucy squeezed her way through the group until she was standing on the front row. “Natsu, Gray! You better stop before Erza sees you.”

The threat fell on deaf ears, the two mages too entranced on beating each other up to even notice the presence of their friend. Sighing, Lucy made her way to where the two of them stood. Before either of the boys could process what was happening, Lucy grabbed their heads and crushed them together. The hollering crowd instantly went silent and slowly dispersed, knowing not to cross the blonde when she was in one of those moods.

“What the fuck, Lucy!” Cried out Gray as he rubbed the injured area.

Deciding there were more important matters at hand, Lucy ignored him and turned to Natsu who was also rubbing his head until he noticed the girl looking at him. He straightened up with wide eyes.

Before he could say anything though, Lucy hurriedly asked, “Can you come over for dinner later?” Knowing that if she didn’t ask now she would lose all the courage she worked so hard to build.

The question seemed to throw Natsu off. He sent a panicked look at Gray, as if questioning whether he heard her right, and answered after a few seconds. “S-sure! I’ll be there.”

———

Lucy decided to leave the guild early not only to make the food, but to mentally prepare for what was about to happen.

She was going to ask Natsu how he felt. And she had no idea what to expect. The boy had never been good with words or expressing himself, his thoughts always a mystery to whoever he was around. Perhaps if she hadn’t kicked him out of the apartment after their kiss and avoided him every day since then, she would have an idea of what was going on through his mind. But it’s too late for regret now.

Just as she finished setting up the small table, she heard someone knocking at her door. Taking a deep breath, Lucy opened the door to find her pink-haired partner scratching the back of his neck, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. Part of her was afraid he was going to fly in through the window with Happy, but she was glad to see he understood that she wanted them to talk alone.

“Natsu.” She breathed, suddenly at a loss for words.

“Hey, Luce.” He gave her one of his signature big smiles, but Lucy noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes. He seemed… nervous. She never thought Natsu was capable of feeling that emotion.

They stood awkwardly on the doorway for a few seconds before Lucy realized it was her turn to speak.

“C-come in! I made some of that spicy chicken you really like.” She looked down at the floor as she opened the door wider so he could pass.

“Thanks!” He chirped as he sat down on one of the dining chairs.

Lucy gulped. The entire speech she rehearsed over and over again had completely been erased from her mind the moment she saw him.

This was going to be a long night.

———

Once again, Lucy had no idea how they ended up like this. Dinnertime had been very awkward, the two of them eating silently for the most part, making small talk every once in a while, both of them too afraid to mention the elephant in the room. But, somehow, they had gone from barely talking at each other, to making a bet on who would win a sparring match. Even in the most difficult situations, Natsu always found a way to wreak havoc. And Lucy found a strange sense of comfort in that.

At first, the blonde was hesitant on accepting the bet, still feeling the discomfort of all the things left unsaid. But, when Natsu sent a Fire Dragon Iron Fist her way, breaking her favorite vase as she ducked, she decided to make good use of her Fleuve D’étoiles. After a few minutes of going back and forth, Lucy pretended to point at something surprising behind Natsu, which gave her the opportunity to wrap her whip around Natsu’s ankle when he looked back and tug him until he collapsed on the ground. The oldest and cheapest trick in the book, Lucy knew, but a win was a win. Honestly, she was more surprised that it had actually worked.

She unwrapped the whip from Natsu’s ankle and placed it gently on her desk. The dragon slayer was still laying flat on the floor, so Lucy decided to lay down next to him. She sighed as she felt all the tension she had been feeling lately leave her body. It had only been a week but she had seriously missed being around her best friend. It didn’t matter to her what they were, she just wanted to be with him. That was enough for her.

“Now my face is all red.” She muttered as she pressed her hands to her cheeks.

“I like your face.” Natsu mumbled and, as they both whipped their heads to look at each other with wide eyes, Lucy realized that he was just as surprised by what had come out of his mouth as she was. “I, I mean your face is cool! I-it’s nice. Even when it’s all red and sweaty like now.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow at his poor attempt to save himself but made no effort to stop him.

“But not only your face!” He continued, “Gray told me you should never just talk about a girl’s appearance.” He grumbled, as if upset he had broken some sort of special rule and Lucy could not stop her amused smile. “Like, yeah, your face is nice, but you are also nice! And smart. And I like how I feel when we hang out. Ugh, what am I saying?” He turned his face towards the ceiling again and covered it with his hands.

It took everything in Lucy’s power to not burst out laughing right then and there. Was Natsu… confessing? She had never seen him so flustered. Ever. Normally, that was her thing. She had to admit, it was nice being on the other end every once in a while. All this time, she tried her hardest to muster up the courage to talk to him, trying to convince herself that things would be fine even if he didn’t feel the same way and now here he was, making a fool out of himself in the most heartwarming way Lucy could have asked for.

After a couple moments of silence, Lucy finally decided to speak up with newfound confidence.

“... I like your face too. Just so you know.”

Natsu dropped his hands from his face and whipped his head to look at Lucy. She raised her eyebrows, hoping he would understand exactly what she meant. She knew he understood by the way his lips slowly formed a giddy smile, one to match hers. Without the need for any more words, they both turned to look at the ceiling as their hands found their way to each other’s, fingers entangling.

This definitely wasn’t the usual for them, but maybe it was time for a new normal.

[honorguk]

birthday boy ➔hybrid!chanlix

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pairing ━ hybrid!chanlix x hybrid fem!reader genre ━ smut words ━  2K warnings ━ soft dom!felix, soft dom!chan, sub!reader, chan is a wolf, felix is a cat and so are you, felix is a bit of a voyeur, penetrative unprotected sex, fellatio, threesomes, established relationship summary ━  the boys spend chan’s birthday at your and felix’s apartment, and felix lets you on a little secret about chan’s views of you, escalating into much more than just dirty thoughts.. ↳ requested!

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“Babe?”

“Hm?”

“What do you think of Chris?”

You and your boyfriend Felix were lying on the couch late one night, with your head in his lap as he stroked the hair behind your kitty ears, a random show playing on the screen in front of you. You specifically remembered the curious way Felix decided to approach this topic, and how eager you suddenly got after finding out the reason.

“Why?” You furrowed a brow at him, turning your head to face him.

“Just wondering..with his birthday coming up and y’know...the way he stares at you all the time and stuff..” The boy trailed off, taking his hand from your head to the back of his own, scratching it in thought and nervousness.

“Lix, what are you trying to say?” You made your tone more gentle, your tail unconsciously travelling to wrap around his arm, giving Felix a sense of comfort to continue.

“What I’m trying to say is,” he averted his eyes, pressing his lips into a tight line, “he’s into you, so how about we treat him for his birthday?”

Now, it was time for Chan’s special day to actually arrive, and you were seated alongside eight boys all around your living room, cheekily choosing to sit close to the birthday boy himself whilst Felix chose a place on the armchair across.

You’d be lying if you said your mind wasn’t filled with empty worries, and how tonight might end up going, and even having discussed the plan prior with Felix, you still couldn’t help but wonder what it will do to the friendship. Yet, on the other hand, another part of you admired Chris’ alpha appeal, the way his body was built and the not-so-secret attention he always gave you.

The movie playing at the center of the room was surely capturing everyone’s attention, except for you and Felix surely, yet you noticed that whenever you moved an inch closer to the grey wolf sitting beside you under the blanket, his ears twitched, and a gulp made his Adam’s apple bobble, which was clearly a sign that the film did not interest him in the slightest. It was a mere blessing it was playing, because otherwise it would be way too obvious when you began to trace a delicate finger over his forearm and down to his hand, nonchalantly hovering over his thigh and right above his hips.

Chris’ body stiffened, ears facing back from the unexpected contact, and although your eyes were mostly facing the screen ahead, you could still notice a slight smirk playing on Felix’s lips in the corner. You saw his eyes glance over to his bandmate, a silent, nearly breathy chuckle escaping at the elder’s widened eyes. 

“Uh, Y/N, don’t you think w-we’re a bit...too close?” You heard Chan whisper in your ear, your hand still ghosting over his leg. His jeans felt tighter, legs pressed together, the only response from you being a slight giggle and a rapid movement of the hand as you took out your phone to check up on your boyfriend, completely disregarding the heated up boy next to you.

You babe are u still okay with this?

Felix instantly took out his phone upon feeling it vibrate beside him, as if he was expecting you to speak up, and pressed his lips tightly once he answered, not looking in your direction to not seem suspicious. 

Felix  is it bothering u?

You no just making sure with you :)

You saw the boy’s lips turn upwards this time as he held his bottom lip between his teeth, quickly typing up a presumably cheeky response.

Felix keep going love as long as you’re the one sucking me off in the end, i’m cool with it 

You gulped, a red blush coming over your face, and you felt your tail unconsciously wrap around your own waist from the anticipation. You glanced at Chris and at his struggling physique, pressed your head against his shoulder nonchalantly and glued your eyes to the screen.

And yet, once again, all faces turned back to the TV, and the movie carried on playing whilst the attention spans were getting lower, and lower, and lower. Thankfully, it was nearly midnight and the film was coming to an end, and as expected, the boy beside you still hasn’t taken his mind off of your earlier actions (as if you couldn’t tell by the tent in his pants). Right as the final credits began to roll, he stood up as fast as lightning and headed towards the hallway to grab his shoes. The rest of the boys, excluding Felix, followed and mimicked his actions, all gathering their things and thanking you two for the wonderful opportunity to relax for Chris’ birthday at their house. You saw him in the corner of the room, glancing at his wristwatch, and you couldn’t help but proudly smile at your doings. The poor wolf was nearly shedding, silently begging the members to hurry up and leave with him. 

Yet, you and Felix had other ideas.

Out of respect, as the boys started piling out of the apartment, Chan stayed behind and was the last to step out of the door, but halted in his tracks before doing so.

“Thank you, Felix, Y/N, for having me ‘round. It was a great birthday and I appreciate you guys offering to host it at your home.”

As Chris was speaking, your boyfriend and you only had one thought circling your heads. Felix snaked his arm around your waist upon Chan finishing his words and took his other hand out of his pocket.

“But why don’t you stay a little longer? I know how much you like Y/N’s company..” he smirked, borderline sadistically, and awaited Chan’s response.

Chris just gulped, his eyes wide and ears shifting, as he muttered out a “W-What?”

You giggled at his shaken state, and hopped towards the man in front of you only to grab him by the collar of his dress shirt and pull him closer, whispering into his ear.

“Why don’t you join Felix and I tonight?”

In a sudden blur of actions, moments later you find yourself on top of the wolf, pressing gentle kisses all over his chest, neck and face, choosing to avoid any contact with his own lips. Chan’s shirt was on the floor as he whines, and digs parts of his claws into your body, his still tense towards your contact. He holds in a suppressed moan as you start to suck purple marks into his pecs, and his hands go to lay obediently beside him, not daring to touch you elsewhere without your boyfriend’s permission.

Felix was sat on the armchair once more, a hand pressing on his growing bulge. Something about how eager you were to please two men at once, or the way your body curved on top of the leader’s made Felix a little too excited a little too quickly, but his thoughts of you getting fucked raw into the couch were interrupted by his friend’s voice, one that belonged to Chan.

“Lix, w-what am I allowed..to do?” Chris gulped, his own brain bordering the idea that this is all wrong but so right, as Felix chuckled lowly and looked him in the eyes.

“Use her how you must.”

From then on, you instantly felt the older man’s hands exploring your body, often landing themselves on your hips, again, and your ass, as he groaned at your grinding waist. Felix couldn’t help but furrow his brows at the intimacy, not expecting the change of atmosphere to be so sudden, so he stood up and approached the couch, standing beside you and pulling on the hem of your shirt to take it off. He grazed his hands along your chest as he tugged off the top, and pressed a chaste kiss to your neck. 

You giggled at the interaction and went back to working on Chris, trailing small kisses and bites down his abdomen. His bulge was gradually getting more constricted as you went on, yet right before you could take off his already unbuckled jeans and boxers, you felt a soft hand card through your hair, pulling you up from your bent position.

“Remember what I said, princess,” Felix purrs, and walks to the other side of the couch as you switch your posture, gesturing for Chan to sit up and settle down behind you. Now, you were facing Felix’s crotch, glancing up at the boy for reassurance before undoing the zipper.

In the meantime, behind you, you felt the birthday boy pull down your shorts and panties, his digits instantly latching onto your dripping heat. He toys with your nearly-aching slit, slipping in two of his fingers in an attempt to stretch you out. You moan, your nails digging into Felix’s thigh, who was evidently enjoying the show considering his hard-on.

Within minutes, your mouth was pressed around your boyfriend’s cock, being careful not to touch him with your pointy teeth, at the same time as the tip of Chris’ own member was entering you from the other side. Softly, you bob your head, knowing Felix likes a delicate start, but in contrast to the man you were dating, Chan didn’t waste his time and started to slide in and out of you at a rough, established pace.

A small howl erupted from the boy behind you, and the room became full of slapping sounds, meanwhile your hands and head were working around your boyfriend’s length. Felix groaned, too, and all of these actions were overwhelming your senses, a knot in your stomach building up simply from the aura.

Automatically, as if it was natural, Chan leans down to place a harsh bite onto your shoulder, his own fangs delicately piercing your skin with a pleasurable sting that follows. You moan onto Felix’s cock, the vibrations making him arch his back and thrust himself deeper inside you, as a dark purple hickey forms on your back. 

The more Chris was focused on slamming himself into you, the more his brows furrowed, a mixture of grunts and growls escaping his lips, his tail pressed between his legs. Felix’s head was thrown back in immense pleasure, vocal mewls and purrs sounding like music to your ears. Every second that passed made you clench tighter, and finally, when Chan’s fingertips found themselves latching into your clit, you released onto the man, nails digging deeper into the thighs of your boyfriend. 

Felix grips your hair tightly, helping you not stop the movements of your head as he twitched in your mouth, acidic precum signalling he was close, as Chris helped your shaking figure ride out its orgasm. Not long after, his movements became sloppier, and he finished in time with Felix. 

You gasped for air, released Felix from your mouth with a pop, and Chan pulled out, collapsing on the couch and watching his seed drip out of your abused cunt.

You looked up at your boyfriend who pet your head lovingly upon seeing your glistening eyes, and went to take a seat in between you and his bandmate, flopping effortlessly on the couch.

“That..was great,” he thought aloud, earning an agreeing nod from Chan who was still panting, dazed from the contact. 

“It sure was,” you said back.

“This was an amazing birthday gift, I can’t lie,” The eldest huffs out with a grin, earning a small chuckle from you and Felix.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” The cat pats his shoulder and glances onto the couch. He spots several dark marks beside him, his cheeks flushing red from the sight. “But you better buy us a new couch after this. I think we deserve it.”

This makes you giggle and Chan laughs audibly, reaching for his boxers and sweats on the floor.

“Will do, Felix,” he gets up, dressing himself and heading towards the door. “See you around!”

You both smile as you watch Chris head out, and not even a minute later, Felix’s takes your hand into his, his head whipping around to face you with an eager simper.

“Round two?”

[willsimpforazula]

fight night part 2

part 2 of fight night mini fic...thing...

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Office

Republic City Hall

"Councilman Sokka?"

"Come in."

"What do you need?" 

"Do you know if Miss Azula took today off? I tried looking for her but she isn't in her office today."

"Huh, I thought she's here already."

"Well, do let me know if she shows up."

"Will do." 

Just then, the phone on his desk rang. Making sure the door was closed, Sokka picked up the phone and answered. To his surprise, it was Azula on the other end of the line.

"Where are you? Your secretary is looking for you."

"I need you to come back home, Sokka. It's about our kids."

"What happened?"

"Long story. But I need you to be here."

"I'm on my way." Ringing up his secretary, he briefly explained he was going to be out the rest of the day and to reschedule his meetings.

Hanging up the phone, Azula looked across the living room to where her son and daughter were seated across from her, nervously fidgeting while two neat piles of their ill-gotten gains lay in between.

"When your father comes back I want both of you to tell him everything, and I do mean everything that you've told me."

"Will-will Aunty Toph cut ties with us for, well, putting her kid potentially behind bars?" Miska asked.

"That is ultimately her decision to make. However, I'd worry more about yourselves than someone else."

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A few minutes later, Sokka opened the door and immediately sensed something was not right.

"What's going on?" he asked, turning to his wife, who gave their kids a small nod to begin.

"You're gonna have to sit down for this one dear, it's going to be a while." Taking up a seat beside her on the sofa, Sokka listened to his two kids explain how they got roped into a seven match no holds barred underground bending tournament in the naive attempt to help relieve a substantial debt that Suyin owed to some of the local triads. When they were finished, both of them hung their heads low, unable to meet their parents' gaze. Turning to his wife, he led her into their bedroom where they could discuss the next steps out of earshot of their kids.

"So what next?"

"I-I don't know, honestly." Sokka replied, still trying to process the facts. "Is this how Toph feels every time Suyin's name is mentioned in the police reports?"

"I don't know Sokka, but we've got to do something. I mean, we can't let them think they can get away with it. Actions have consequences. What if some fighter decided to pull a hit on Risa because they lost? What if Miska gets kidnapped on the way to school?"

"I don't know 'Zula, but I'm not sending them to the juvenile detention center, that's for sure."

"Agreed."

"Here's what we'll do for now, me and you take shifts working from home while they're grounded from leaving the house for this month. I'll need to get Toph to send their CID guys over to take statements so we know where to go after the triads running this."

"I've already forfeited their cash prize which will be donated to charity. I'll get in touch with the school and let them know that they'll be absent this month. We can split the subjects between us."

"I'm thinking….since they'd like to fight, what do you say we have them face off against us?"

"That sounds like a terrible idea Sokka, you're supposed to be punishing them, not encouraging them."

"Look at it this way, we're giving them exactly what they want. If they're eager to prove themselves in the ring, we'll make sure to teach them why they are severely misguided. Unless, of course, you're worried that our precious daughter will outperform you."

"That won't happen."

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Fifteen minutes later,

Sparring room

"Ti-time out mom, dad? Please?" Miska asked, swallowing a gulp while his sister lay in a tired heap beside him, panting and gasping for breath after trying to fend off a series of well placed strikes from Azula that allowed her husband to slip and temporarily disable her chi paths, sending her crashing ungracefully onto the mat. 

Throwing up a hasty wall to block a jet of flame, he felt a few quick raps with the flat of his father's training sword on his calves, making him kneel on the mat.

Arms folding across their chests, Sokka and Azula looked down at their sorry forms before Sokka remarked "I hope both of you learnt your lesson. The next time any of you get some smart ideas about trying to sneak off in the middle of the night to join some fight club I'll make sure to tell Toph to have you both spend a few nights in the local juvenile detention center. Consider yourselves warned. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes dad." both of them groaned in unison.

"The chi blocking should wear off in about an hour's time, which I think is plenty time to reflect on your actions. Effective immediately, both of you are grounded for one month while we sort this out. There will be some officers over to take statements and I do expect full cooperation." With that, Sokka and Azula left the room.

Turning to his sister, Miska glumly said "We've done fucked up, haven't we?"

"Yeah, I guess we did."

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Later that afternoon,

After informing the school as to why they would not be coming to school that day, Sokka turned his gaze to the living room, where two of Toph's officers were taking statements under Azula's supervision. 

"First time, huh Snoozles?"

"No shit Toph." he replied, taking a sip from his drink.

"What are you going to do with Suyin?"

"....."

"You know you can't keep shredding those reports."

"I'll deal with it later. Right now, my job is to dismantle this ring. Who knows if some dumb son of a bitch with more ego than brains tries to pull a hit on your daughter because his sorry ass got trashed by a high school teenager."

"Fuck you're not helping." 

"I'm just telling you in case your beloved Princess Zappy didn't already tell them. You should go check on her, I can't imagine she's taking it too well either seeing her angels turn out to be not so angelic."

"You're right. Still, you didn't exactly answer my question. What are you going to do about Suyin?"

"I suggest worrying about your own kids first before worrying about mine." was Toph's reply, telling Sokka in no uncertain terms that any further questions regarding her daughter could jeopardize the current standing of his own son and daughter.

After they left, Miska asked "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"We're going to jail, are we?" he asked, trying to keep a calm voice though he was anything but.

"No, you and your sister are not going to jail. However, should you both end up in a similar situation like this, your mother and I will let you both face the full brunt of the law as much as it hurts us to do so. Actions have consequences."

"Then..then would Suyin be arrested?" Risa asked.

"That…is a question only Toph can answer herself. What she chooses to do is her choice, as is ours."

"Isn't it unfair though, that she gets away scot-free while we get punished?"

"Last I checked, actions have consequences. You're both sixteen, you should know what is right from wrong or me and your mother would have failed completely as parents. Sooner or later things will catch up to her."

"Does…does this mean we can't be friends with her anymore?"

"Until this whole mess cools down, both of you are not to contact her or answer any of her requests. If she calls, inform either me or your father. In the meantime, take the time to think over your actions." 

While Azula and Sokka were lecturing their kids, down on the opposite street an intense discussion was happening in a Satomobile.

"You sure this the correct address?"

"Sure as can be. I mean, look at the PD cars outside."

"Shit they weren't lying about this chick being some councilman's kid. We still gonna do this?"

"Don't tell me you're pussying out at the last minute." 

"I'm just saying we should maybe reconsider the plan?"

"There is nothing left to consider, not after that bitch stole what was mine." one of them in the front seat angrily replied, the venom in his voice evident as the sting of defeat last night still echoed in his mind. 

"Look man, I get it but now's not the best timing; not with the cops still nearby." 

"Fine. We'll try again."

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Speakeasy

"It's been a while since I last saw you missy, feeling lucky today?" the doorman asked when he saw her come through the door.

"We'll see what the cards have to say." she winked back, placing a few bills in the man's pocket before slipping behind the counter. Grabbing a drink, she sat and watched the goings on for a while as she evaluated which table she'd like to try her hand at. Fixing her eyes on the cards table, she was about to walk over when a group of people half stormed into the joint. Sensing trouble, Suyin kept her head low and ordered another drink, trying to eavesdrop without being noticed as she recognized one of them from the previous fights.

As it happened, the bundle of trouble decided to take up a spot beside her, which on the one hand allowed her to listen in but on the other hand, the risk of her being caught eavesdropping and stirring up trouble was the last thing she wanted. Deciding that it was less suspicious if she was at a games table instead of hanging around the bar longer than most people and drawing attention, she took her drink and slid over to the nearest game table that still allowed her to pick up on trouble and relay it on to Risa.

Focusing on the vibrations, she picked up some chatter, none of which sat well with her.

"...no pussyfooting around…"

"....five sticks of blasting jelly…"

"..the boy? He gets the chop, the broad's mine."

"...parents?"

"One them a nonbender, he'll go down easy…."

"If you say so.."

Tossing back the rest of her drink, she slipped away from the place and made her way to the nearest phone, glancing back every so often to make sure she didn't have a tail.

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Later that evening…

"Miska?" Risa asked, having decided to curl up upside down on the armchair opposite her brother, who was staring at the ceiling as if held all the answers to their current predicament.

"Yes?"

"I'm bored."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

"True."

"Aren't you like, suppose to automagically know what I'm thinking?"

"Who gave you that birdbrained idea?"

"I mean, we're twins right?"

"And?"

"I don't know, telepathic powers or some shit?"

"See brother, this is why you've been bombing the absolute shit out of biology."

"Says the one who cheated on the last three physics quizzes."

"Contrary to popular belief, I am not some airheaded bimbo. I did score full marks on the last math quiz."

Gesturing at the ceiling, Miska waved his hand around. "After this though? I beg to differ."

"Mistakes were made."

"Did I hear someone cheating on their quizzes?" Sokka interjected, the tone in his voice suggesting he was anything but pleased.

"Dad, Miska's bullying me!" 

"The fuck did you come to that conclusion?" Miska snapped.

"The next swear word that comes out of your mouth Miska, I will personally scrub your mouth out with soap powder, young man." Azula warned as she stepped out from her office. Taking her place beside Sokka, both of them folded their arms and shot looks that all but screamed I am very sad and disappointed in you.

Under their gaze, the siblings wished to do nothing more than to melt into the floor and disappear. Sure, they had gotten up to some minor mischief during their teen years but never anything serious. Just then, the telephone in the living room rang, the shrill voice drawing all attention to it. 

Being the closest one, Miska picked up the phone and answered "Who is this?"

"It's me, Su. Is your sister there?" Suyin replied.

"Spirits you sure couldn't have chosen a better time to call." Miska hissed. 

"Who's that?" Azula asked.

Shit, Miska cursed internally. 

"Is that Suyin on the phone?" Sokka asked, his stern voice expecting an answer. Taking a gulp, he could only squeak out a pathetic sounding "yes dad." under his gaze.

"Hand it over."

Surrendering the mouthpiece to Sokka, Miska and his sister waited with bated breath, expecting their father to just unload on her and they felt a small twinge of pity for Suyin, having seen just how terrifying their father could be when incensed. 

"Suyin?"

"Yes?"

"What business do you have with my kids? Is not putting their lives on the line for your profit dangerous enough? What else do you want?"

"I need to talk to Risa."

"You can talk to me, or I'll make sure your mother puts you in a cell for the next eighteen months."

Sighing internally, Suyin figured this was about as kind as uncle Sokka was about to get considering what could have happened to Risa if she didn't perform back in the ring. Of course, while she was the one who pitched the idea as a half joke, Risa was the one who took her seriously as a way to help her clear her tab. 

"Some sore loser from one of her last fights wants to even the score. With blasting jelly."

"How many guys?"

"Five, I think? One of them is kinda iffy about the whole deal, you might be able to flip him."

"I need more info than just five randos."

"That's all I know."

"I see. Thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Suyin turned to head back to her house, making sure there wasn't a tail behind her.

Putting down the phone, Sokka turned to his family, who were looking at him with bated breath.

"What's going on?" Azula asked?

"Some people didn't take too kindly to being thrashed by our daughter here, so they want to even the score with explosives and Spirits knows what else."

"Risa?"

"Yes?"

"Just how much damage did you inflict on them?"

"A few bruised ribs, slightly charred eyebrows and some blisters? Miska was there, he saw that match." she replied, earning a why the fuck did you have to drag me in look from her brother.

"Miska?"

"Uh, sis got him good, I think? I mean, she didn't like, zap him with lots of lighting. Which she totally should have. I mean, he was totally checking her out and calling her names and stuff. You should have fried him sis. Actually wait, she did zap him with lightning in the second round in the nuts. Also I'm pretty sure you done cracked one of his ribs."

"Not. Helping." Risa gritted, giving her brother a stinging pinch.

"Miska, while it is good to know that you are looking out for your sister, I do not think that encouraging her to commit murder due to catcalling and some petty insults is a good thing to do." Sokka chided. 

"Let's give Toph a call and have her send a couple of squads over to beef up security while we work out a plan." Azula suggested. 

"In the meantime, both of you pack a couple days worth of clothes. You'll be staying with your aunt Katara and uncle Aang until this all blows over."

"No, it's only right that me and sis stay. We started this mess, we're going to clean it up."

"Absolutely not." Azula interjected. "It is too dangerous. You and Riri are going to stay with your aunt Katara for the rest of the week. That's an order."

"But-"

"No if, ands or buts. Now go and pack up, I'll have Toph send over a squad car to escort you both to the ferry.

[tparker48]

"Your task is simple noobie, sneak into our opponent's team and get intel on who to look out for. And do not get caught, we won't be able to reach you in there" his captain said.

"Understood, I'll be in and out before you know it" the tiny would crawl underneath the gap of locker room doors as he walking into the area. The tiles slightly pale as the air smelled of old sweat. Carefully, he made his way toward one of the lockers as he climbed the hole along the panel to the top. Thankfully he picked one that wasn't too noisy as his shoes hit latched on the ends.

He climbed all the way to the top as he perched himself upon an edge as he heard the doors begin to open. Each of the players would shift themselves into the area the sound of cleats and banging shoulder pads came closer. As they came into view, the little would duck a little as he readied his camera.

"Man was that an interesting skrim match. I swear that shoulder nearly knock me off my feet"

"Heh, you that heavy dude. You're almost light as a feather. But speaking of feet, mine are nearly killing me with that running we've been doing"

"Man, they must be really packin this year" the little guy said holding his camera. listening amongst the crowd of players as each conversed with one another. At the same time, he would begin to take pictures from his phone as he scanned and snapped each number and player they see. But there was a particularly bunch that caught his attention the sound of ruckus echoed through the lockers. A hoard of players would begin to swarm the locker doors as each got ready to change from there gear.

"Good work boys, freshen up and get ready for the game tomorrow. And sure to plenty of rest" the coach said among them. The little guy tried to take a picture of him, but sea of players would keep him out of frame before losing him. But a sudden ruckus would soon to turn up below him as the two players were caught in an argument.

"Next time you decide to catch the ball 27, make sure you can actually catch" he heard from below. He held his camera over the edge as he took pictures at the two.

"Get off my case 60! You're the one who threw it too far"

"Not my fault you can't catch think faster than you. Psh, might as well stick to line"

"Ooo note, players 27 and 60 have no coordination. This'll be usueful for tomorrow" the little guy said.

"I'll show you who should stick to line back" one of the players would tackle into the other as they were sent into the locker. Its startled the little guy at first as he continued taking pictures. At that point, the commotion would be to get attraction as the other players would start to gather around.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" They echoed through the locker room.

"Ooo ho ho, now this this is some useful info. Just let them go at take picture and numbers. Simpl-"

"Hey 26! Brace yourself!" Number 60 would go in for a tackle as the both the players crashed into the locker. The force behind it would shake the frame as it distorted the little guy's balance. Before he could get his footing back, he fell of the lockers as he tumbled to the ground

"Please land somewhere soft! Please land somewhere soft!" The little yelled as he fell to the ground. His vision constantly turning before becoming dark with a white surface in front of him. He blinked his eyes for a moment as he slowly got up and looked at the surface. A cushioned pad would be underneath him as he gave a deep sigh of relief. He soon began to stand back to his feet as the as it went to get off and pat himself down. "Oh Thank goodness,for a second there i thought i was gonna land somewhere wor-..." standing on the bench, the little guy started to look up as pillars of players towered around the table. Each of them peering down at the little guy standing in the center of the table.

"What's a little guy doing in here?"

"I don't know, but he picked the place to snoop around. Probably stealing something".

"Let me at em, i'll show him something he can snoop into"

"Eheh, now now guys. Let's not be too hasty. I um...i can explain" the little guy says backing into the pad. The players getting even more closer to the table.

"Now now boys, that's no way to treat a little. Allow me.." The team captain would push a few players aside as the he stood at the front of the table. Moving himself a little closer as his hair blocked the light overhead. "Apologies for them, they tend to get a little roudy when they see someone smaller than them. What's brings you here little one? Never seen someone the of football around here"

"I-I....**ahem** im simply passing through. Heard some commmotion and...decided to look into it. Didn't want to cause any attention"

"Cause the attention huh? Well you certainly are beyond that point" the team captain soon saw a glare from his vision as he looked to the little camera in the pile. The little guy froze for a bit as two finger rose over head a picked it up. "Hmph! Passing through huh? Looks to me like you were taking pictures" he eyed the camera for a bit before seeing a symbol from another university. "Ah i see, so the they're snooping on us huh? We got ourselves a spy boys!" The team captain held up the camera into the air as many squinted at it, but their gaze soon turned downward as the furrowed their look down at the little guy.

"W-what no! I wasn't spying at all. Just hear me out-"

"Sorry little one, evidence spells clear as day. So the other team wasn't to know more about us huh? Heh, well then lets give them what they ask for. Boys? Form a line" with an echoed chuckle, the would line themselves, behind the captain as he stood in front of the table.

"Gah!" The little guy would try and hop off the table, but a thumb would rest on his legs.

"Ah ah ah, can't have you running off just yet. And to make sure you don't" the captain would pull out a patch of tape as he laid it across the little guy's legs.

"Hey! Wha-what are you doing!"

Giving you the info you wanted" the captain would turn his back towards the little guy on table as he unfastened his pants. Pulling them down, his round glutes would stick out partially as he hover the crack over.

"Th-this is insane, what if your coach comes back and sees you doing this?" The little would pry at the tape, but he wasn't able to get a good hold.

"The coach's gone for today, which means its just you and us. And we hehe, have a very special gift for your data" the captain would soon drop to the table as his ass planted ontop of the little guy. He felt his cheeks spread a little as the sound of little muffles echoed from underneath.

The little guy's world would be dark, but the warm smell still remained as he pushed his hands between the ass crack. With each push, he could feel the hairs along the cracks length and in between it, the hole clenching at him as he bucked against it. "Hey! This isn't funny, get...off of me!".

"Sure thing. But first, your gift" as the captain sat down firmly onto the table, he would soon begin to spread his left cheek away from the other as the wall of ass planted ontop of the little guy. The sound of churning echoed above him before the hole he pushed against began to open up, before the little knew it, a warm scent escaped from inside as his nose scrunched at the smell of it.

"There go, fresh data just for you. I hope you like it"

"Augh! Come on, seriously. Get off me alrea-" before the little could finish, a rush of hot air burst into him as the smell followed behind it. The captain would feel the seat begin to warm as he chuckled to himself. Feeling the little hands underneath pounding against his. Ass as released another one. At that point, the little guy's eyes would begin to water as a second rush of air blew into him.

About a few more seconds passed before the captain began to stand back up. But not before rubbing his ass in place as the sound of grunts sounded underneath. "Aah, now i feel much better. Been holding that in since practice".

"You...are a bastard you know!" The little guy coughed.

"Heh, such harsh little words for a squirt. I do hope a little gas didn't get the better of you"

"Peh, hardly"

"Good, cause the rest of the of the team want to give you some data too" the two of them looked to the other players as they looked at the little guy with eager anticipation. "He's all yours boys. Oh and, do be sure to drop him off at the other team's place".

"With pleasure" one of the players behind him said as he stood forward. Peering down at the little as the captain went out. His shadow casted over the little guy as a little smirk came across his face.

"Ehehe..please rethink about this" the little said sweating.

"Oh i've thought of it alright" the player would seperate his legs apart as he moved them along the length of the table until his ass hovered over the little guy's head. Pulling his pants down, he spread both cheeks apart as he as aligned it with his face. "I'd hold your breath if I were you" as the player said that, his ass would move closer as the area darkened. As it sat to the table, it would plant down on his shoulders. Leaving his face to be in the center as his hole winked against his cheeks. "Unlike the captain, i like to have things much close and personal against my hole"

The little guy would feel the force of his hole mush into him as its wrinkled skin still had a little sweat in between. He tried kicking his legs from behind to get his attention, but he only received a firm press from the hole above as it slowly moved in place. As it did, the hole would begin to open up as the as a fart came out in firm bursts. The hole clamping back onto to his face each time as the farts ringed through his ears.

"Grgh! Stop it already!"

"Sorry squirt, i ain't stoppin til every bubble inside me is out and blown into you" the player sat down a little more as the hole covered over the side of the little guy's face "so sit tight". Mire churns would echo from inside him as the table once again started to feel warm. The warm smell following behind as it resonated strongly underneath him.

Another few seconds passed as the players farts soon stopped. As it started to get up, he poked a finger against the back of the little guy's head as he felt him slide off against it. "Thanks for the release squirt".

"Hah....hah...please, no more farts for lord sakes"

"Quit your whining but mat, you got the rest of us to tend to" a bigger players would step into the light as the towered over head. He also spread his ass apart as he hovered overhead. "Now just keep your head juust like that for.." As the the big player casted overhead, the little guys vision would soon go dark.

An hour later:

The other team would just now be finishing up practice as each went to change there gear. Some of them talking amongst each other while others went and trained a bit more. Suddenly, they heard a flurry of knocks on the enterance of the locker as a shadow showed up before disappearing.

"Hmm, wonder who that could be" one the players went to go open the open, but found no one outside. The only thing standing there was as small twisting jar. "Hmm, there's a note" bringing it inside, he read it to the other players as the sound stared puzzled at it. "Here is your data. Be sure to get it cleaned up. Winky face? The hell does that mean?" As the player said, they soon heard loud bangs coming from the jar as the one them slowly went to open it. Untwisting the lid, they were all met with a foul smell as a jock would stored inside. Along with the little guy as he popped out of it gasping for fresh air.

"Holy crap! What the hell happened?"

"The smells, so..so many smells. Who'd think that many players could smell that bad" the little said climbing out.

"They, what do you mean?"

"I'll tell you later. For now im just gonna...lay here for a while" the little guy would sprawl onto the table as he shut his eyes in defeat. Leaving the other players confused as they looked back at the tired tiny.

"Dang, they must've really did a number on you" his captain said.

"Ugh, you have no idea"

[dolliedarlin]

s a f e  i n  h i s  a r m s ⏤katsuki b. 

s u m m a r y : after rescuing you during a rescue exercise gone wrong, now Bakugou can't shake you off from clinging onto his arm.

l e n g t h : 2.9k

g e n r e : fluff

w a r n i n g s : cursing from our beloved explosion boy

p a i r i n g : bakugou katsuki x f.reader

a / n : this idea came out of nowhere so instantly got to writing it. i'm sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. this honestly gives me Juvia and Gray vibes from Fairy Tail...they were my favorite couple after all so, yeah...even reader has a water quirk -oopsie! whelp! we can see where my inspiration comes from at least. enjoy they read my lovelies!

It all started when Bakugou saved you during a rescue exercise that went horribly wrong for you.

The ceiling had collapsed from above you and, no matter how fast you were at trying to avoid the falling debris, it was still able to trap your leg. With it's crushing weight, several bones in your leg were snapped, leaving you vulnerable and immobile. Your horrifying cry of pain could be heard throughout the building as it bounced off the walls, alerting your classmates, who were sent into an instant panic.

Most of them had traversed through the fragile maze left by the torn-down structure as you had stubbornly stayed behind to ensure that everything transpired smoothly behind your teammates. With the frail state of the infrastructure, it was difficult for your team to travel back to your location without possibly triggering further collateral damage that could potentially cause further harm to you.

Things weren't looking their brightest.

The pain in your leg had crawled up the rest of your body and paralysed you with its stinging bite. It almost brought tears to your eyes but you had to be strong, you couldn't just sit around and wait for help. That isn't what a future hero should do. With the dry air around you, you wouldn't be able to use your quirk so you got started on trying to push away the sizable chunk of ceiling that had trapped your leg beneath it yourself.

It didn't take long before you realised that your attempts were futile. Judging from the way your arms shock under the weight as you awkwardly gripped at the ceiling fragment, you wouldn't be able to get out on your own. Losing hope, you let your tears accumulate to the surface of your eyes and were just about to let them flood over your lashes when an explosion broke a hole in the wall to the right of you. The instant you turned to its direction, your (e/c) orbs met with the piercing red eyes of Bakugou. The explosive blonde didn't say anything and just hurried to your side with a scowl, easily lifting the weight off of your leg before delivering a blast that pushed the hard stone ceiling over onto it's back. You were about to say your thanks when the blonde saw the state of your leg and grumbled as he picked you up in his arms and made a run for the exit he had made.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, primarily because the jumbled emotions you were going through was hard to process individually as well as conjointly. However, one thing that you were sure of as you stared up at the frowning blonde carrying you in his arms, was that you had never felt safer than in that moment.

After that day, the way you acted around Bakugou was never the same.

You never really had a fixed friendship group. Sometimes you would sit with Midoriya and his friends, sometimes with the Bakusquad, sometimes with the rest of your classmates (but not Mineta) and even with those from class 2B. However, you were beginning to hang around the Bakusquad more and more after the incident of your rescue.

None of them really complained about it, not even Bakugou, in fact, they loved that you were spending time with them, especially Mina as she finally had another girl to help her through the other boys' antics. It was a surprising thing coming from her, seeing as she partook in mischievous antics of her own from time to time, sometimes, even joining in with Kaminari and Sero's playful pranks.

Truthfully, you seemed to be the only other level-headed person aside from Kirishima in Baukgou's eyes so, although he was grumbling under his breath at first, he wasn't too opposed at your newly established presence amongst the group of 'annoying weirdos that followed him around'.

This was a good sign for you and helped you to quickly get comfortable around the blonde.

Nobody knew this about you at the time but you're actually a very affectionate person, you just haven't been able to find someone to direct that affection towards so you've been a bit touch-staved. That was getting fixed really soon, however, because, now, you know exactly who to shower your affection on.

It started with little things such as simply standing closer to Bakugou than usual. He would throw you a narrowed glare but after you flashed him a smile, he would relent with a huff as he turned his attention away from you. It didn't take long for him to get used to you being so close but the instant he had grown familiar with your close proximity, you gave him a reason to send another harsh stare and growl your way.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my hand you stupid extra?!" he snapped at you, almost showering you in saliva from the way he was shouting in your face.

"Holding your hand," you replied bluntly, flashing a wide grin up at him with your eyes closed. In protest, the explosive blonde tried to tug your hand away, shouting demands for you to let go. This is when he realised that you had suddenly grown a monstrous amount of strength as he wasn't able to successfully pull his hand away from you. In fact, his tugging had the opposite effect and encouraged you, to not only, interlace your fingers with his but also to hug his arm to your chest using your other hand.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Don't you like holding my hand, Bakugou?" you asked with an endearing pout and subtle whine in your voice as you looked up at him with big teary eyes.

"NO! I DON'T!" his hopes of getting you to let go proved futile as you just continued to smile and hold him tightly. Eventually, he gave up and let you cuddle his arm throughout the school day, glaring at the people that dared to look and point. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all commented on his laughable position, chuckling under their breath at how it didn't suit him to be so close and affectionate with a girl.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! SAY THAT AGAIN YOU BASTARDS AND I'LL BLAST YOUR FACES OFF!" he was about to chase them down as they shouted and ran away from him, their laughter hanging in the air. If only you weren't still hugging his arm.

"Don't do that Bakugou," you pouted and pressed your cheek into his shoulder.

"Hah?" he gave you a look of offended confusion. No one dared to keep him from beating up those idiots, who called themselves his friends, before.

"I'll have to let go of your arm if you do that,"

Bakugou doesn't know why but he didn't put up much of a fight after seeing how dejected you looked at the idea of having to let go of his arm.

As time progressed, many people grew bolder in teasing Bakugou as your holds on the male grew even more restricted, which gave them ample time to run away if need be.

One day, when you had been cuddling into Bakugou's side whilst hanging out in the common room with the rest of his group, Kaminari couldn't hold back his jealousy at the fact that someone as ill-tempered as Bakugou was getting more attention from a girl than he was.

"I can't believe you get cuddles from (Y/N) every day, Bakugou," Kaminari began as you giggled in return, "It's Not Fair!" the electric emitter cried with tears in his eyes.

"Then you have her!" Bakugou barked, attempting to pry you off him just to throw you at Kaminari as you flashed the explosive boy an extremely upset expression.

"No!" you cried, clinging onto him as tightly as possible, "I only wanna cuddle Bakugou!"

At this, the explosion quirk user sighed in exasperation and slumped back into his seat on the sofa, letting you sit on his lap and nuzzling into his chest as his arms stayed immobile at his sides. In the background, Kirishima set about comforting Kaminari as Mina and Sero laughed at the comical scene before them.

Your need to cuddle and be close to Bakugou didn't stop there, however, you even had the guts to embrace him at inconvenient times.

There were instances where Bakugou would be cooking dinner in the dorm kitchen and you'd come up to hug him from behind. His only response to your embrace, after you had done this to him time and time again, was to continue cooking and to cook enough for the two of you.

The first few times you were valiant enough to bring the red-eyed temper teen into your arms, he had put up his usual fight before ultimately giving up. The case would be that you'd skip up to him with your usual close-eyed smile, pull him into a hug that he wouldn't return as he'd do his best to continue whatever it was that he was doing, treating you like dead-weight hanging off his torso. Sometimes, he needed to throw you over his shoulder or carry you in his arms to be able to do whatever he had to do properly.

Take for example, walking up a set of stairs, he would throw you over his shoulder and make his way up the steps as quickly as possible to ensure that fewer people saw. Times when you had been particularly eager to stand beside him, even when he's training, he'd use you for practice.

It started off as your idea, actually.

"Why don't you pretend that I'm an injured person and carry me in your arms as you run to safety?" you suggested as you held your arms out, smiling happily up at him. He was stubborn at first but eventually, he was carrying you in his arms as he ran laps on the UA track lines. It felt so good to be in his arms again that you would always end up nuzzling your face into his neck no matter how sweaty he got.

"Don't do that, idiot. I'm fucking sweaty!" he'd reprimand you often.

"But I like your sweat Bakugou,"

"HAH?!"

"It saved me that one time and I'm sure it'll save me and others many more times in the future too," you'll never forget the tomato-red blush his face flourished into that day.

Nobody knows why you came across as so persuasive to the blonde that he let you do whatever you wanted. However, from their observations and the speculation that stayed between the rest of class 1A ended up reasoning that Bakugou was too touch-starved to willingly fight you off him. It was cute. The two of you were secretly dubbed the cutest couple in class 1A despite not officially dating.

Your admirable persistence at staying beside Bakugou at all hours of the day has continued for several months, and now, Bakugou as well as the rest of your classmates, wouldn't be able to see you without seeing the explosive blonde close by. Often times, you would cuddle up to him on the common room sofas as he read a book or played the games he was forced into doing by his 'idiot' friends. Your interactions were amusing to watch and helped the rest of your classmates see a different side to Bakugou.

The desire you had to stay by Bakugou's side flourished and blossomed over the months as your initiation on being close to him made you learn more endearing things about him. He's very misunderstood so you're glad you took the time to get to know him.

"You don't mean to be mean, do you, Katsuki?" you whispered his name with the most affection and ever so gently as you reached up a hand to tenderly caress his sleeping face. He had managed to fall asleep with everyone else at a weekend night together. The previous week had been exhausting and so the Bakusquad suggested an evening of fun to lift the weight of stress off everyone's shoulders before another week of stress is piled on top of them again. "I sometimes wish more people can see the good in you," you continued, suppressing a yawn, "but I'm greedy,"

Bakugou will never admit that he heard your little confession that night as you slipped into the world of sleep cuddled into his chest atop him.

As of recently, you had been pestering Bakugou to hug you back whenever you went up to embrace him but he wasn't going to willingly comply until he found out why exactly you were being so clingy. He knows he isn't the best person to be affectionate with and that you somehow were able to see through that, not that he would ever admit to there being something deeper going on behind his constant untamable temper.

The blonde can see you with so many other guys who were more deserving of you than he was, like Kirishima and even that stupid Deku. No matter how irritated it made him feel to see you with other guys, he knows that it was ultimately better for you to be affectionate towards them than him. It didn't make sense to that someone like you was always so desperate to be beside someone like him.

The day he saved you during the rescue exercise was a one-time thing. That couldn't be your only reason. Bakugou needed to know your way of thinking and decide for himself if it was equitable enough to let you continue what you were doing or to push you towards someone else, whether you do it willingly or not, he didn't care. He needed to focus on becoming the number one hero, not you.

It wasn't until the class had another hero rescue exercise that Bakugou finally got an answer to the reasoning behind your behavior towards him.

Somehow, the two of you ended up trapped together. Bakugou could easily cause an explosion to get out but not without causing the rest of the building collapse atop both of you at a rate and amount that would overwhelm the explosion emitter. Your water emitting quirk was limited at the moisture in the dry air surrounding you so you wouldn't be able to help much if you wanted to.

Despite the dire situation, you were still smiling and moving about without a care in the world.

"What are you smiling about idiot?!" Bakugou snapped at you, his frustration at his helpless situation making him act out, what made it all the more infuriating, however, was knowing that you knew from the gentle and understanding smile you directed towards him.

"Because you're with me Bakugou," he was speechless, "whenever I'm with you, I know I'm safe so I can be calm and think of things rationally," your smile only grew at his stunned and blinking expression, it took a moment but a boost of Bakugou's ego was soon rushing in as he felt his heart do something weird in his chest. It made him blush but you didn't need to see that so he quickly turned away so that the only evidence of the blush on his face you witnessed was at the tips of his ears, "in fact, I think I have an idea on how to get out,"

Using your water quirk, you drew as much moisture from the air as you could before you took a limited amount from your lungs. You fashioned the water in your hands into a gentle drill that you then used to dig your way out from the building. You needed to take multiple breaks, however, as utilising water from your lungs required you to hold your breath but in no time at all, you and Bakugou were out and safe.

After that day, Bakugou finally hugged you back every time you embraced him.

He became less grumbly at the fact that you were always reaching out to touch and cuddle up to him, actually, he made it a point that you would only want to be close to him and no one else. Everyone practically saw the hidden smirk on his lips every time he pressed your happily smiling face into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, with his smirk all the boys around him he would glower at as if to stake his claim over you and the affection you were showering him with.

Bakugou could get used to this. He should've given you a chance earlier because he surprisingly liked having you wrapped up in his arms, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, your chest pressed up against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

"Katsuki," you looked up at him as he grunted in return, maneuvering your face back into the junction between his shoulder and neck. It was a place that your face fit perfectly into and he needed you to always have your face pressed up against that area or else his neck would feel too exposed and naked, "since you're okay with hugging me back now..."

"What is it?" you didn't answer so he pulled away to look you in the eyes, "Spit it out,"

"Can I have a kiss?"

“Uh-“

n a v i . | bnha mlist

[blxetsi]

armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, and eren jaeger polyamorous headcanons (modern au)

armin arlert x gn!reader, mikasa ackerman x gn!reader, eren jaeger x gn!reader, mikasa x armin x eren x gn!reader

warnings: uhh fluff, this is very long, reader has a gf b4 getting w ema,

this is like my first post since feb that isnt a request 😍😍😍 how did i pull this out of my ass

- obv eren, mikasa, and armin have been besties since childhood so its no wonder they all got together first 🤩🙏

- and theyre all hot so why wouldnt they wanna date each other

- i think armin and eren wouldve gotten together first, and then invited mikasa into their relationship

- the three of them have been officially going steady for like over a year now, and its going really well

- they didnt really expect you to drop into their lives tho

- youre an old friend of historia's and you two reconnected after you moved to the city, securing yourself a decent paying job working as a writer for the city paper

- you usually get the boring stuff, never able to get a good story to write about, focusing your time on heartwarming stories in the community or the sports column

- its boring but it pays the bills

- you were thankful when historia called you during your lunch and asked if you wanted to get drinks at a bar with her and a couple of other friends

- of course you said yes

- so historia and her girlfriend ymir picked you up after work, having dinner with them after a long week was the best, but you were a bit nervous to meet all of their friends

- thats how you met eren, mikasa and armin

- at first you were sure that mikasa and eren were dating, seeing as mikasa had her head on the taller man's shoulder, while his arm was wrapped around her

- but when armin leaned down to give mikasa a kiss before heading off to the bar you werent so sure

- ymir pulled you away to get more drinks and explained to you what the situation was, while commenting on the way you gawked at the three of them before

- you were embarassed to say the least but they didnt bring it up that night so you hoped the throuple didnt notice (they did)

- you really hit it off with all of them though, especially sasha and jean, and were constantly talked about among the friend group

- because of your demanding job dealing with writers block and deadlines you couldnt really meet up with all of them often, usually just having sleepovers at ymir and historia's apartment, the three of you drinking while you wrote on your laptop

- after a couple months of casual hangouts with historia and ymir and their friends, you kinda became one of them too which was nice

- you were added to the groupchat, you all followed each other on social media, and a certain brunet had taken a liking to you

- eren didnt know why exactly he was so attracted to you but he was, maybe it was your hair, or how pretty your skin looked even when oily or with breakouts, maybe it was your smile or your body or your sense of humor or you kindness or maybe it was all of it

- eren jaeger would always stay faithful to his boyfriend and girlfriend, but maybe they could add another person into the mix, more to love right ?

- he had only known you for a couple of months though, he didnt want to jump the gun and bring this up with his partners so soon, especially if they didnt feel the same way he did

- and it would be a bummer if you turned out to be a bad person or smth

- so summer rolls around with lots of memories being made with your new friends, as well as friends from work, and you get a girlfriend ??

- shes not really your girlfriend you two have only been out on a couple of dates and she kisses you a lot but, you havent talked about labels

- one night you, along with your friends are back at the same bar where you first met them

"so, tell us about the girl youre seeing." ymir says, smirking over her beer.

eren's ears perked up at the mention of you seeing someone. "girl ?"

historia nodded. "mhm ! y/n's been talking to someone recently, they've gone on dates and kissed and stuff."

"and stuff, jesus tori you make it sound like we've had sex." you sighed.

the blonde just laughed, leaning her body onto her freckled companion.

"well ? what about her ?" eren asks. armin slapped him on the arm, already having suspicions about eren's interest in you.

your shoulders sagged. "well, she's great and everything, truly..."

"but ? is there a but in this ?" connie asked. sasha started laughing at connie's use of the word but, while jean slapped the girl on the arm because of her reaction.

you shrugged, swirling what was left of your fruity cocktail in your glass. "well, i'm not sure. she's very lively, and sweet. but i don't know, i just don't see myself being able to be in a steady relationship with her."

"so you're gonna end it ?" eren asked. you thought he seemed a bit too eager about your failure in the love department.

"why do you care so much ? you like the thought of me being lonely ?" you shot back, before downing the rest of your drink.

"no i just-"

"i think what eren means is," mikasa intervened, her smooth voice calming you as she looked at you with a smile on her face. "is that there's no point in staying with her if you can't see yourself with her. don't lead her on."

you nodded. "you're exactly right my friend. which is the plan for tonight because i," you quickly checked the time on your phone. 8:17. "have a date with miss molly at nine, so i will be taking my leave."

the group engaged in a chorus of boos for leaving so early, while you chuckled and took the lighthearted insults thrown at you by sasha and connie with ease. grabbing all of your things you put down two twenties onto the table. "i'll see you guys later, have a goodnight." as you walked off you heard jean yell "have a good time you heartbreaker !" making you shake your head

- the date with molly went less then well. she yelled, and cried, and even tried hitting you at one point. your walk back from the park was spent blocking her on every form of social media you followed her on, and when you got back to your apartment you spent the night in a hot bath before retiring to bed

- meanwhile, armin and mikasa were trying to pry the truth out of eren, who was constantly denying his attraction to you

- finally mikasa took one for the team "eren, you aren't alone with the way you feel, i do too." this made eren more willing to open up to his partners

- armin doesnt say anything about you, only saying how youre kind. he doesnt feel the way that his girlfriend and boyfriend do, but he knows that may change

- soon enough, more time flies and christmas rolls around, with you all deciding to have a secret santa get together.

- historia invites everyone to her home on christmas eve, with ymir begrudgingly allowing it

- bertholdt and annie come too, reiner not being able to make it due to going home for christmas, while everyone else decided to stay in the city

- you picked out your secret santas at the beginning of november so you would all have enough time to find something for each other, you hoped whoever picked your name gave you something good

- after hours of games and karaoke and drinking you all decided it was time to open the presents

- ymir got socks from bertholdt, connie got an ugly beanie from ymir, historia got new pens from mikasa, mikasa got knitting needles from annie, annie got a dumbell from eren, jean got a not so appropriate t shirt from connie, jean gave sasha more comic books, armin gave new stationary paper to bertholdt, sasha gifted you that new biography you've been wanting to read and you gave armin your old copy of frankenstein by mary shelley

- he was surprised but very thankful, "how did you know i needed a new copy ?" "well i remember you said eren spilt water on your old one, and the pages just stuck together so i thought you might as well have mine"

- it warmed armin's heart that you remembered something so insignificant, and opened him up to the thought of being with you

- the rest of the night was spent with hugs and thankfulness, cheering when the clock struck 12 and it became christmas day

- after getting things cleaned up everyone decided it was time to leave, with armin, eren and mikasa offering to give you a ride home

- a ride where armin straight up kissed you in the backseat

- you stopped him of course, thinking that it was weird he would cheat on his partners right in front of them, while they were shocked all on their own for different reasons, armin who didnt have feelings for you KISSED you

- and surprisingly armin took the lead in explaining how he felt, why he kissed you, an apology for doing so, and an offer to start dating all three of them

- your heart was pounding in your ears and your entire face felt hot, it was probably the alcohol, or the way his lips felt so soft when they touched yours, so you said yes.

- its not smooth sailing from there

- youre kind of awkward

- this is your first relationship where you really feel like you could love these guys (you already do) but its also your first relationship with multiple people

- the trio start inviting you over more often, soon for sleepovers, and start inviting themselves over at your own place, mainly eren

- he just comes at random times, sometimes when youre not even there and waits for you, or stays and cleans up a bit before leaving

- armin and you share a deep love of literature, and you often find yourselves in hot debates about whatever youve read (mikasa and eren have to pry you two away before things get physical)

- mikasa likes to cook with you, she shares recipes that her mom taught her, and her and armin love to cook dinner together whereas eren is the breakfast maker of the household

- the first time you slept in the same bed as them you were so nervous your whole body thumped to the tune of your heartbeat, you were convinced armin could even hear it as he was laying beside you, but eren wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his large chest before whispering "youre as stiff as a board, relax honey"

- eren snores, mikasa drools, armin has those dreams where you fall and then violently wake up before you hit the ground

- slowly but surely you stop thinking about your relationship as the trio and you, but as all of you together, and that really helps you come out of your shell a bit

- you may still be in the honeymoon phase, and there may be bumps along the way, but you like being with armin, eren, and mikasa. they make you so happy, it feels like the happiest youve been in a long time

- you like watching eren and armin dance in the living room while you and mikasa cuddle on the couch, before the boys pull you two up as well

- you like when armin reads to you, his soft voice reciting the words of the great gatsby

- you like it when eren can just tell youve had a rough day, and pulls you into a hug like hes protecting you from all the bad things in the world

- you love being with them. you love them. and you think that theyre it for you

i rushed the ending bc im fucking tired but i kinda wanna do a poly!series with like sasha, connie and jean, or annie, bertholdt and reiner, or any other poly ships u guys may request !

so yeah pls give me feedback it rlly helps me figure out whether you want a polyamorous series (or just like what i write in general), and it would be my first series ever which would be super cool anyways

yeah requests open for poly!ships anyways