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keep-the-wolves-close · 9 months ago

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Steady Heart

Chapter 16: Down

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, tame angst, kidnapping, hanging someone with a noose

* Word count: 2,944ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Oh shit y’all, it’s gettin’ real. We definitely see a different side to Miss Stella-belle here. A scary side. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella sat at the table and watched the guys play poker. She was situated in between Jimmy and Ethan. After the whole fighting with Rip situation and everything that followed, it was nice to just kick back for a few minutes and relax. Since she wasn’t playing, she decided to get comfortable. She cocked her chair at the right angle to be able to lean back against Jimmy and part of his chair.

Jimmy looked down at Stella and back up in confusion. Most of the guys didn’t question her quirks anymore, so this would have been normal if it was anyone else she leaned on. He whispered to her. “What’re you doin’?”

“Makin’ myself comfy. What about it?”

“Nothin’.” He shook his head and went back to his cards. He noticed Stella trying to peek at them and laid them flush against the table. She went back to watching everyone shuffle things around.

“If you have three 10’s we’re fist fighting.” Ryan told Colby. Stella smirked figuring out she came by her punchy mindset honestly from her brother.

“Actually I do.” Colby taunted back.

“Yes, yes.” Ryan sarcastically agreed.

“We all know I do.”

“Here’s the river.” Lloyd laid out the cards in a row.

“Oh!” Ryan exclaimed. “Did you get it?” He asked Colby.

Jimmy looked at the card on the table and fought for his life to hold in laughter. Stella glanced between him and Colby.

“Is that your poker face Jimmy?” Stella asked.

“Cause you look like you gotta take a shit.” Colby stated. He looked at Stella leaning on the wrangler. “Stella what are you doin’?”

“I’m comfortable. A lot has happened to me over the last week. I’m tired.” Jimmy flattened his face, trying for a better look.

“A little better my dude, but you still kinda look like a toddler.” Stella laughed.

“I don’t think your bad lucks run out yet. I’m all in.” Ryan teased the newest wrangler. Jimmy pursed his lips.

“Ooh, I think you’re bluffin’ but I’m too broke to take that chance.” Jake said and folded.

Colby smiled at the faces Jimmy was making, pleased to see him gain some confidence. “This ain’t Go Fish Jimmy. I’m all in too.” Colby slapped his cards onto the table.

A chorus of oooos followed the action. Stella watched like a hawk. Jimmy looked at her and smiled. She could sense he was about to hit hard.

“Turn ‘em over boys.” Lloyd prompted.

“What do we got?” Ryan asked impatiently.

“Flush.” Colby declared.

Jimmy flipped his cards over and he had two aces. Everyone at the table laughed at the surprising turn. Jimmy flipped them all double birds. Colby and Ryan look disappointed that they’d lost.

The door swung open. Rip came with Avery behind him. Stella almost danced in her seat that she was finally here. “Hey boys, this here is Avery. She’s the new groomer. You treat her like a cowboy, you understand what I mean?”

Rip introduced the women for the sake of saving face. “Stella, Avery.” He faced Avery. “She’s the horse trainer, you can work with her.”

“Perfect!” She smiled at Avery. They shared a secret look.

Stella watched Rip leave with a smirk and the house got silent. It sounded like someone hit the mute button on a tv. Every man in the room was sitting like a little kid that was about to get sick. After about 10 seconds Stella belly laughed and looked at Avery as the woman got closer to her. “Girl, I have never heard this house this quiet.” She looked at her brother. “We should have done this sooner.”

“Which bunks free?” Avery walked around the table and assessed the house's layout.

“Uh, back on the left.” Ryan pointed out quietly.

“Didn’t you used to be at —,” Colby started to ask, but Avery cut him off quickly.

“— yup. Where’s the pisser?”

Ryan looked at Stella like she’d grown 17 heads. She smirked and gave him a shrug. Jake pointed to the back hallway.

“Shower that way too?”

“Unless somebody moved it.” Lloyd said.

Avery walked back around the table and grabbed her bag. She took her stuff over to her new bunk and all the wranglers rushed to follow. Stella came up next to her brother and leaned against the wall, excited to see the disruption the men were experiencing. Avery pulled off her jacket. Walker sat up, interested in where this was going.

“Well,” Avery sighed and started undoing her belt. “Might as well get this over with.” She yanked her pants down. All the men averted their eyes. Stella barked out laughter and slapped her thigh.

“I don’t know why you’re all so nervous. I’ve had my ass in every face in this room.” Avery jested.

Stella was near choking on her laughter, tears streamed down her cheeks. She clutched her belly, trying to breathe. “Oh,” she groaned. “I’m sorry Avery. Give your mission statement.” Stella calmed herself.

“For the record,” she stepped toward the group in the archway. “If I wake up in the middle of the night to one of you assholes standing over me beatin’ your root,” she made sure to look at all of them. “I’ll cut it off.” She pulled her shirt off and made her way to the bathroom. “Gimme 15 then deal me in would ya?”

Everyone turned to go sit back down. Ryan stayed in the archway and looked up at the ceiling. “God, this was not a test I was expecting.” He turned, glaring at his sister before making his way to his seat. Walker got up, grabbed his hat and put on his coat.

“Where you goin’?” Lloyd asked from the table.

“I’ve worked for some strange outfits in my day. This place beats ‘em all.”

Stella came over and took her seat in between Jimmy and Ethan again.

The game was in full swing with Avery this time. Everyone talked all at once. Stella spectated from the sidelines. Amused at Avery taking the table for suckers. Stella cheered for her victory. Avery leaned over the table collecting her wins.

The door opened and Stella spotted Kayce coming in. It was an odd occurrence but not unwelcome. He caught Stella leaning against Jimmy and his face looked accusatory. She sat up and opened her mouth to say something, but he looked more than angry, so she thought better of it.

He locked eyes with Avery. Both of them looked like the world had stopped turning. “Somebody point me to an empty bunk,” he gruffly asked.

Stella saw the interaction and felt her stomach drop when the room got quiet again. Yes, she didn’t know why Kayce was here and asking for a bunk, but with the way Kayce looked at Avery, she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. She looked down at the table, trying to make herself as invisible as possible.

Stella quietly offered, “the only bunk left is the one above mine.”

He walked by and Stella watched Avery become entranced by him. Stella reached out to him. They brushed hands in a silent hi, but no words were spoken. Stella slouched forward, curling into herself.

Kayce threw his bag and it landed with a hard thud against the wall. He took his hat off and placed it on the bed. All the wranglers freaked out, telling him not to put it on the bed, all at once. Stella let out a soft chuckle because she knew Kayce’s thoughts on the matter.

Kayce glared at the decibel level. “I don’t believe in that shit.”

“Nobody told me that was an option.” Jimmy sounded exasperated.

“It’s not.” Lloyd says while Colby laughed.

Stella glanced up and saw Avery making literal heart eyes at Kayce across the room. The weird possessiveness that took over her made her feel sick. She needed to nip that quick. She could hear Kayce take off his zip up and throw it.

Ryan tapped the table, pulling Avery and Stella back to the present. “All right come on. Let’s play again.” The cards start shuffling around on the table. Ryan called Avery out. “You, big talker.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” She mocked him.

Kayce looked back at everyone. He stole a glimpse at Avery, looked to the sky, and shook his head. He caught Stella’s eye, but let it go. He jumped up on his bunk with a grunt, laid back and covered his face with his hat.

Stella went over to her bunk. It was going to be a long night. Rip had told her to stick around. Something to do with John needing something done and it was time to teach her. She tapped Kayce on the elbow. He sighed loudly.

“What Stella?”

Stella shrunk back like she touched the electric fence for the cattle. “Nevermind.”

Her voice was small and it killed him to hear it. He just didn’t have the patience to answer questions. He felt the frame shift when Stella climbed into the bottom bunk.

Everyone woke up the next morning and got ready for the day. Stella tried to get out of the house first, but Kayce had beat her to it. From the looks of it, he had been out here with Rip and Lloyd for a while.

Kayce frowned and asked, “the hell are you doin’ here?”

Her eyebrows shot up and she made a face over her glasses at him. “Good mornin’ to you too.” She pushed her glasses up and continued. “I was asked to come along.”

“You what?”

“I didn’t stutter, Kayce.” She snapped at him. If he was going to be bitchy at her, she’d hand it right back. She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.

Rip gave them their orders. “You two drive separate. We need two trucks.” Kayce huffed and went to his vehicle.

Stella glared at Rip from where she stood. He glared back and raised his eyebrows effectively getting her to stomp over to Kayce's truck. Rip wasn’t sure what had happened there, but they needed to put it aside and get the work done. Work didn’t wait for an argument to end.

She heard the door unlock and climbed in without waiting for permission. She didn’t even bother to look at Kayce. She put on her seatbelt and looked out the window. Cracking her window she refused to give Kayce the time of day.

Kayce cleared his throat, “Stella,” he paused and she watched his reflection in the window. He still looked angry. “Look at me.”

“No. You’re being an asshole.”

Kayce scoffed. “Whatever.” He roughly started the truck and they pulled out.

When they arrived downtown, Rip pulled into a parking spot and Kayce backed in. He put his hand on Stella’s headrest to look back at what he was doing. Stella grumbled to herself because an odd feeling came over her at the masculine display. She shook her head, forcing herself to remember she was angry at him and he had a wife. They got out and Rip gave them quick directions. They had to act as fast and as inconspicuous as they could. Lloyd was to start following Dan, then Rip, and then Kayce and Stella would accomplish getting him into Rip’s truck. Before then, they had to act natural.

Stella nodded at the orders wondering what natural was gonna be for them. Going to stand at the front of Kayce’s truck turned her ball cap forward and pulled the brim down to hide her face. Kayce stood next to her and said nothing. It was hard to ignore that his elbow brushed against her arm though. Always touching somehow. Stella bit her tongue and kept looking at the ground.

“What’s wrong?” Kayce asked quietly. He leaned an arm on the back of the truck and turned his body to face her.

She cringed inwardly at having to make this look convincing. She angled her head to look up at him under the brim of his black cowboy hat. “Nothing.”

“C’mon Stella, you gotta give me more than that.”

“I don’t have to give you shit. You’ve been an asshole since yesterday when I only wanted to say hi. I’m just returning the favor.”

Kayce groaned. “You can’t hold that against me.”

“Why can’t I?” She turned her body to face his. Her jaw clenched and she spoke through her teeth. “It was unwarranted. I did nothing to deserve that except say hi.” Stella poked his chest. “So I don’t don’t owe you shit. End of discussion. We’ve got work to do.” Kayce clenched his jaw as she turned her gaze elsewhere.

When she chose to look past Kayce, she could see Jenkins walking down the sidewalk. Lloyd swung in behind him from in between two random cars. Dan glanced behind him at the motion. Stella could see him tense up. Dan saw Rip leaning casually on an SUV. Rip stepped up onto the sidewalk and walked along the curb next to Jenkins. Dan started to reach for his pocket. He pulled out his phone, took a few more steps, and started to jog while trying to duck in between cars. Rip started whistling like he would if they were wrangling.

Dan found out the hard way that he wasn’t going to get through because Kayce spun on his heels and rounded in between the trucks fast. Stella came behind him at his back. Kayce grabbed Dan so he couldn’t run and opened stellas door. Stella opened the door to Rip's vehicle and she and Rip shoved Dan into the truck.

Kayce maneuvered Stella in front of him and let her climb in the truck. Kayce put his hands in his pockets and walked nonchalantly around to the driver’s side. Rip pulled out quickly one way while Kayce and Stella went another.

Everyone made it back to the ranch from opposite directions. They stopped by the bunkhouse and sent Stella to grab Jimmy. She wandered in looking for the not so new newbie. “Jimmy? We need your help with something. Grab your coat.”

He looked up from what he was doing. “Oh alright. I’ll be right behind you.”

Stella turned on her heel and stepped back through the door. She opened the back door of the truck so Jimmy could quickly get in.

Rip and Kayce drove them out to the middle of nowhere in the woods on the property. Lloyd brought up the rear with a horse. Rip looked at Stella. “Stand off to the side. We’ll take care of this part.”

She leaned back against the tree next to Jimmy. Lloyd held the horse in place. Stella was starting to put two and two together. The horse was placed underneath a thick branch. She let out a harsh huff. ‘Fuck they’re gonna string him up like old cowboys.’ She felt eyes on her and found Kayce watching her. She knew he was confused as to why she was here, why she was involved in something like this. Rip told her John wanted her here. She didn’t ask why, she just wanted to help in any way she could.

Rip knew John wanted Kayce to learn and he wanted Stella by his son’s side. When Rip heard her declaration of helping Kayce until her dying breath, he knew she had to be brought in and this was the perfect opportunity. She couldn’t help Kayce fight for this place if she didn’t know what was going on behind the scenes.

With some struggle from Dan, they got the noose around his neck and placed him on the horse. Rip tossed the end of the rope to Jimmy over the tree. “Tie that up tight.”

“You guys are fucking idiots!” Dan screamed. “You’ll rot in prison for this the rest of your fucking lives.”

Rip threatened him with a sneer. “No no no. It happens all the time. The lost souls, they come out here into the forest and they can’t bear to live another day. So they decide to end it all.”

Kayce looks down and smirks under his hat at the implied threat. Stella swallowed and stood straight.

“It’s really toughest on the kids, ya know? They never understand why.” Rip kept going.

“Fuck you.” Dan cursed at him.

“Don’t you look at me you piece of shit. You look at them.” Rip tossed his head to Kayce and Stella. “Stand so he can see you too.” Stella accepted that she was in this now, and there was no turning back. She put her hands in her jacket pockets and moved up in front of Kayce, and he placed his arm around Stella’s side and grasped it. He needed to feel like she was safe. He could control that. “They have to understand what they’re up against.” Kayce and Stella observed Dan from below.

Rip continued, prompting Dan to give up information to the pair. “That semi that ran into Mr. Dutton’s truck? Was that an accident?” Kayce and Stella’s faces pulled together in realization at the same time.

Dan admitted, looking at them. “It was a convenient opportunity.”

Kayce licked his lips agitated and looked down quickly. Stella’s face tightened as it settled into an aggressive resting position at the knowledge from Dan. She leaned back against Kayce, disgusted at the information.

“Well it ain’t so convenient now, is it?” Rip influenced him. Dan grabbed at the rope around his neck and grunted. Losing some air as the horse cocked its hip. Rip led Dan further into his admission. “I want you to tell them about the land. Tell them how you get it. Go on.” Rip watched both of them closely.

“We’ll inflate the land prices. Run up the property tax.” Dan was running out of air. “And price people out.” Stella could feel Kayce get angrier the more Dan spoke. The underhandedness and dirty dealings to steal the one thing that brought them all together and kept them safe had Stella seething. It was their home. Their safety net. Kayce’s home. How dare they? “You know how much the Yellowstone is worth? You think I’m gonna be the last person who’s gonna wanna take it?” He tried to yell. “Now your father has two choices. Either to sell it, or to lose it.” Dan looked back at Rip. “And that’s the fucking truth.”

Rip continued looking at the tag-team. “Now you both know. Jimmy, go on and cut him down.”

“Fuck you guys! Fuck you! Fucking idiots.” Dan gasped at them.

Stella spun around. She touched Kayce’s chest, grabbing his focus. Everyone watched them have a nonverbal conversation. There was some form of acceptance happening. A change in alignment. Rip felt something shift as it clicked into place in the atmosphere. Stella shook in anger. There was an almost imperceptible nod from Stella to the youngest Dutton.

Kayce looked down, taking off his hat. He walked behind the horse. He hollered. “Yah!” He smacked the horse’s rump. It neighed loudly and took off. Dan was left hanging. His legs flopped around and he struggled to grasp the rope around his neck.

Dan struggled and everyone was forced to watch. Lloyd stopped Jimmy from cutting him down, knowing that the duo needed to make a point. Kayce put an arm around Stella’s lower back to guide her back in front of everyone. They turned to take one last look at Dan. Kayce started to walk away.

Stella glanced at everyone and locked on to Rip. “Let. Him. Hang.” Rip’s eyes widened, stunned by her brutality.

Stella clenched her jaw and started to trail after Kayce. He yelled behind him for her. “Stella, come on! Now!”

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years ago

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Your latest yan-kazuha fic has me in complete disarray. I had finally reached the quest to inazuma and instantly became infatuated with him (once more I might add-) and considering I've read (almost all I believe) your yandere (Fics/Drabbles?) With him involved, I was extremely curious as to how he uh..kidnapped (IT FEELS SO STRANGE SAYING THAT IN A SENTENCE) the reader. Safe to say I was pleasantly surprised to see you had written an entire fic for him recently and thought "yeah, maybe this is the day we finally cave since he's been so sweet despite the predicament he's put us in". NOPE. WRONG. The plot twist was insane and the way it was worded?!?! I NEVER saw it coming. Perfectly done.

This is exactly how I looked:

Now I can't sleep-

HONESTLY that picture is exactly how i looked when i thought of the idea for the end of the story... i was like man this is too evil, isn't it... it's just too unfair... which is exactly why i had so much motivation to write it. i was hype thinking about the moment where the reader realizes what's happen and goes oh. i frequently write a reader/MC that i feel like has been dealt the worst hand, but honestly, panacea's MC might just take the cake for unluckiest.

thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, this was definitely the reaction i was hoping for JGEKRM <333

AAA thank you so much <33

i tried to slap some foreshadowing in there, although i always consider that literary device to be one of my weakest 😭 i vacillate between thinking “is this just too pretentiously vague?” and “this is so heavy-handed it’s embarrassing.” my two main moods.

yan kazuha is one of my favorite yandere characters to explore. i almost consider him a black sheep of sorts compared to the types i usually gravitate toward. the charismatic and ready-to-give-their-darling-a-midlife-crisis yans are who i normally have the most fun writing, but kazuha... he’s special. intentional manipulation isn’t really his thing, it’s more of a byproduct from how unassuming he acts. i always have a rough idea of how i want my readers to feel during/after they finish a story. for characters like chrollo and scaramouche, i am for that “wow he’s awful i hate him (affectionate)” response, but for kazuha, it’s “wow he’s kinda pathetic i still kinda hate him though (very affectionate).”

reader wasn’t hallucinating! the metal cling was indeed the hydro vision that they received, instead of just putting pressure on kazuha’s wound, they inadvertently healed him with their freshly received vision.

honestly yan kazuha is the type to fake getting hurt just to see if it might bring out some caring traits from his darling hnjtkmegr that wasn’t what i had in mind when i was writing the story but it’s a very interesting concept nonetheless 👀

AHH thank you very much <3333 i’m wishing you a good 2023 as well!!

‘(i love when he gets pathetic)’ LMAOTJGENRK you’ll see a lot of that in my yandere kazuha works... the guy has next to no shame... he radiates this ‘i’m just happy to be here’ vibe whenever he’s beside his darling. even if he’s dying. what a dude. you’re right about that being how he’ll interpret it, he’s already the type to try and subtly spin things in his favor. this gives him a lot of material to work with. it’s very likely that reader is going try and get rid of the vision!! although, according to keqing’s character stories, it’s almost like the beherit from berserk ... there seems to be no way of permanently getting rid of a vision. that shade of blue will continue to haunt them forevermore.

#sweet asks #answered #ka-tt #Anonymous

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juleshollow · 1 year ago

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So! Until now, who Jules get along with best in the Holler?

Jules is honestly vibing with almost everyone so far! She's been polite and has treated everyone with honesty and kindness, and in exchange people have really welcomed her to Scarlet Hollow. She's even managed to have a good relationship with Tabitha and Kaneeka at the same time somehow!

Jules has positive feelings for a lot of characters, so let me break down the most notable ones:

She is closest to: probably a tie between Stella and Tabitha. They are the ones that have opened up to Jules the most, and sharing those intimate moments has created a tight bond.

She relates most to: Kaneeka. They have a similar logical mind and responsible aura. They’re basically on the same wavelength most of the time.

She appreciates how chill Avery is, it makes her feel at ease with them. It saddens her that they feel like an outsider, so she includes them in her plans every time she gets the chance. She was a bit weirded out when they said they wouldn’t mind a ditchling laying eggs in their body, but she likes them nonetheless. She’s looking forward to their party.

Zane makes her laugh, she’s always interested in what he has to say. The only time she momentarily disliked him was when he slapped the wooden beam in the mines to prove they wouldn’t collapse (oh boy).

Gretchen seems to be happy when she’s around and that, in turn, makes Jules very happy.

On the other hand, there are some people that she doesn’t like / doesn’t get along with:

She is disliked by: probably Deputy Franklin, because she has called him out in public. Frou-Frou says she despises her but she kinda hopes that she’ll end up tolerating her.

People that distrust her: the police, Zachs and Dr. Kelly. It’s not because of anything she’s actually done, but because of her status as an outsider, a Scarlet and a possible influence on Reese, respectively. She hasn’t said anything outrageous to them though, so they still have a civil relationship for now.

She dislikes: the bus guy, clearly. Becka, because of how bad she treats everyone (and because she gives her second-hand embarrassment). Becka’s mother, because she had the nerve to blame and threaten Tabitha after what happened in the mines instead of educating her brat child. Sybil, because she’s supernaturally manipulating everyone and because she constantly takes advantage of Kaneeka. Similarly, Jules is annoyed at Miles’ attitude towards his sister. She hates that Wayne is stalking her and not understanding his motives. Finally, she’s against Dr. Kelly’s way of dealing with Reese, and she feels a mix of anger and pity about her (plus she finds her very rude).

She distrusts: the police, their unprofessionalism shocks her, although she suspects it might be due to Sybil’s tea. Obviously she doesn’t trust Sybil at all. She’s relieved that she never drank her tea, she wouldn’t have imagined that her dislike of herbal infusions would be of so much help! Also, she doesn’t buy Wayne’s “you don’t have to fear me – I’m your protector” tune and she’s very much wary of him.

She’s lowkey a bit freaked out by the pastor’s daughter. Creepy kid.

#scarlet hollow #black tabby games #stella richmond #tabitha scarlet #kaneeka forsyth #reese kelly #joan kelly #sybil forsyth #miles forsyth #gretchen #avery belle

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radiation-risk · 1 month ago

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feeling kinda weird physically right now time to ramble heavily

So my comfort character, not gonna name this man for the sake of “will people be normal about me being on the almost normal end of the fandom he’s from”, but 98% of people who follow me have a possibility of knowing so I don’t know why really, but anyways, he’s kinda mentally unstable from what I can gather. I don’t blame him at all, we both have shared the idea of not being in a good place, whether that is a shit mental health resource that traumatizes kids or government testing facilities that mutate you into a massive beast thrice the size of the usual guy.

Even then, he manages to stay somewhat sane by selling things for resources. When annoyed he does kill, some things I absolutely do not share, but at some points wish I could do with no repercussions, but overall it’s not something I would do in a normal circumstance that is probably a daily occurrence.

In total, that “on the edge of sanity” is something I relate to heavily. The means of which we accomplish our ideas are very, VERY different.

If I’m being honest I don’t know why I attached to him so heavily, I’ve only played a round of the game once, maybe twice and never even made it to him in both of them. Maybe it was because of the community of which I saw the game first in, a creature capture game discord, surprisingly.

Maybe it’s the slight sense of freedom of liking something darker while my mom was out on a trip, and thus couldn’t judge my existence in front of me. Maybe he just so happens to be horrifyingly adorable in a way I cannot describe so instantly I attach to him. Maybe it’s the benefits of being a marine biologist (joke and reference).

I’m rambling to keep myself from passing out honestly and heck, if I’d know why I feel so weird maybe I wouldn’t do something like this. At least if I wake up in a hospital bed I have this post to reference as “the last things I said before slapping a massive old sack known as resting.”

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joinsideke · 1 year ago

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I’m a former radical feminist.

Over the past year, I’ve done a lot to change how I view men because I realized that the way I viewed them was unhealthy and was also ruining me too.

However, I’m still stuck on something.

I still can’t stand the sexual jokes from osa men as soon as a woman is on screen. It’ll be a normal video, or a video where the woman is in a bikini, at the pool and being taught to dive and these, unoriginal guys will always have bullshit to say. “We must stay focused, brothers” and their comments will get to the double-digits thousand in likes. I try to understand, tell myself they’re joking but I can’t help but feel annoyed, seriously. How hard is it to appreciate the video without ogling or trying to spot a titty slip or something?

In these scenarios, I don’t see men calling out other men, I see other women doing calling them out. I really don’t want to revert back to past thoughts and behaviour but it’s challenging not to when I see stuff like this.

Honestly, I’m a straight woman but things like this make me wish that I had another avenue. I just get a knee-jerk reaction of disgust and I feel like, I don’t know, slapping these men. Of course, I would never slap anyone, it’s just what I think of doing.

What do I do to move pass this?

Hey! It's cool that you're sharing and you were able to change your mindset. Radfems never seen like happy people and that's a shitty way to live. So good on you.

As for your problem here, it's okay to be annoyed. Men are generally more openly horny than women. That's not to say women never are--just look at any fandom spaces and you'll find them thirsting over fictional and real men alike. And honestly, there's nothing wrong with being horny, as long as you're being appropriate about it.

But therein lies the problem. This is the Internet, so the consequences of being slapped in the face for saying something gross to someone is non-existent. A lot of people lose their filters when they're online. Think of all the people who tell others to kill themselves--most likely, they would never say that to someone's face. When it's just a screen, you kinda get a disconnect.

Another thing the Internet does is skew your perception. You see all these comments and might think, "ugh, men are pigs!" And some are, sure, but you gotta remember that you're seeing just a fraction of them. The Internet connects people all over the world and like-minded individuals will then concentrate together, making it seem like there's a lot of them when in reality, that's probably not the case. (Also gotta keep in mind that someone's gender online might not be immediately obvious. There's likely guys leaving normal comments, and maybe even calling out the horn dogs, that you might not notice unless they specifically mention it.)

All that said, again, it's okay to be annoyed by immature behavior. But your best bet is just to roll your eyes and ignore it. Just remember that not all guys are like that, and a lot them will grow out of it (a lot of them are probably still young and the ones who aren't are the type of guys who will probably never touch a boob in their life.) I mean, generally speaking, the comment section of a video is a cesspool anyway. I used to get into arguments on YouTube when I was younger and it was like throwing a chunk of my life into a black hole. You're not going to get anything back out of it.

I dunno if this has been super helpful, but that's just my two cents, I guess. Just gotta keep that perspective.

#Anon #Ask #feminism #Sexism #Some guys do need to learn to keep it in their pants #But that's not your problem

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itsleese · 3 years ago

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too hard? | ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

warnings: 18+! ‼️DARK CONTENT (kinda)‼️ skaterat!ushi, smoking, drinking, drugs, noncon photography, dubcon, manipulation, degradation, peer pressure, exhibitionism, neglect, voyerism, crying (im sure i missed some, just lemme know dhjdjsajs)

wc: 5.7k

a/n: this fic was started for the whorehouse toxic collab (i will link the masterlist when i find it lmao)!! a huge thank you to @toxictobio for letting me use her skaterat au, and @blahkugo @thegetoufather & @arvandus for all giving this thing a read and some feedback!! i love you all sm (•̀ᴗ•́)و

This isn’t your scene, not your kinda hangout.

The scuff of worn vans and polyurethane wheels screaming along concrete is slowly giving you a headache, and your best friend’s ditched you; sharing a blunt with some gross skate rat on the lip of a quarter pipe, laughing obnoxiously as he slaps his dirty snapback on her head.

Gross.

You feel eyes on you before you hear him. “Are you a haunted house?” His voice is smug, dickies so tight your eyes linger on his legs too long, and he’s cocking a hip, smirking down at where you sit on the grass. “‘Cause I’d cry if I came inside you.”

“I’m too sober for this.” You grumble, refusing to look back up at him, ignoring the obnoxious laughter floating from his lips, the cackle of a crowd close by, watching your interaction. Three of them, smoking and drinking at the park bench a few feet behind you.

“I’m Oikawa,” he crouches, wrists on his knees, “but you can call me daddy.”

“Daddy?” A deeper voice scoffs, and you both turn your attention to another man as he approaches, lighting the cig in his mouth with a banged-up zippo, grey hoodie wrapped around his waist, white tank pulled tight across a broad chest. “Thought you preferred ‘Great King’?”

Oikawa narrows his eyes and stands up, clearly not one to be looked down on. “What do you want, Ushiwaka?”

The stranger’s dark hazel eyes meet yours. “Same thing as you, it seems.” He exhales smoke, pops open the leg pocket of his black cargos and slips his zippo inside.

You can’t look away, completely hypnotised. There’s something different about this guy, something darker. Less... juvenile than the others.

Oikawa looks between you and this new guy, let’s out a bitter, “psh,” and storms away, his clique in a hysterical uproar as he yells at them about how you “weren’t that cute anyway.”

Still, your eyes haven’t left the man in front of you. He’s maybe the biggest guy here, his arms thick and corded, his shoulders wide and sturdy, his stare completely piercing.

“C’mon,” he orders, nodding his head towards a group of guys sitting in the back of a pickup in the car park, walking towards them without waiting for you to get up.

A beat passes before you scurry to your feet, smooth down the back of your skirt, and work to catch up with him, “uh, what’s your name?” You manage to ask, staring up at him with hearts in your eyes, feeling a little like a lost puppy.

Desperate, even.

“Ushijima,” he grunts, offering you the cigarette from his lips. You’re about to tell him you don’t smoke, when he nods at your bestie, who’s practically dry jumping the brunette with the pussy bangs from before, still at that quarter pipe. “That your friend?” His eyes are on her, and you can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Like he thinks she’s better than you or something.

“Yeah,” you take the cig between your fingers, press it to your lips, hesitate. God, this is honestly the last thing you wanted to do tonight.

“Don’t like it?” He asks, a finger under your chin tilting your eyes up to meet his.

Your heart flutters, face heating up under his cold gaze. “No, nothing like that.”

He drops his hand from your face, “slowly breathe it into your lungs,” he says, waiting. You follow his instruction nervously, chest swelling until you’ve got a lungful; it burns. “Good, now let it out—“

But next thing you know, you’re coughing; and you feel like an ass because you were trying to be cool, trying to be sexy and edgy like your bestie, who’s— you spare a glance over at her— got her top off? And there’s another guy pawing at her tits from behind, both men digging their meaty little hands into her skin.

But here you are, bent at the waist, tears in your eyes as you will yourself to stop fucking coughing.

He takes the cig and drops it, worn sneakers snuffing it out as you do your best to slow the pounding of your heart. “Not a smoker?” He asks, either unbothered by the show your best friend is putting on for the entire skate park, or pretending not to care.

“I-is it that obvious?” You ask when you finally catch your breath, fingers wiping the tears at your bottom lashes, wary of your mascara.

“Are you legal?” That severe edge to his eyes is back, chin up as he looks down his nose at you.

“Huh?”

“You look young.”

You start to splutter a bit, “n-no, I’m in college, I swear, I’m just—“

“Not usually like this?” It's mocking, a little cutting, even. He eyes you off for a moment, then keeps on towards the parking lot. “Coming?” he tosses over his shoulder when you don’t follow.

You clench your jaw, his disinterest stinging your pride. You’re entirely too good for these douchebags: too smart, too pretty, too rich. And if this man— this Ushijima— hadn’t come along, you’d probably be pulling your bestie away from those two guys, begging her to take you home.

But your dainty tennis shoes pad along the grass until you’re falling into step next to him, heart swelling when he gives you a little once-over and places his hand on your shoulder. It slides to the back of your neck and squeezes, his other hand coming up to your face as he crouches a little to look into your eyes.

“You’re pretty,” he mumbles, maybe to himself, a thumb swiping at a rogue tear by your cheekbone. “And you’re still cute when you’re crying,” a smirk grows in his face, and he takes that thumb into his mouth.

Before you can react, he stands, tugging you against his side and walking you towards the pickup. A sick sense of accomplishment swirls through your stomach, rages like pride, and has you biting your lip to suppress a smile.

“Miracle Boy!” A tall redhead calls, standing up in the back of the sleek, black truck, arms spread out by his sides. “Where’d ya get to?” More heads turn and look at him, at you.

“Or should we say ‘who’?” Someone else asks when you’re mere feet away, his sharp brown eyes glued to you.

Ushijima looks pointedly down at you, a brow raised. It’s then that you realise you didn’t even tell him your name, just ran off with the big guy with minimal invitation.

Suddenly your mouth feels dry; you lick your lips and introduce yourself shyly, the toe of one of your shoes scuffing nervously against the bitumen.

There’s a chorus of nice, and hi, and woof woof, and some introductions, but you’re too wary of the fact that there are no other girls. All guys. Five of them; six including Ushijima.

The lanky redhead— Tendou— calls your name, “I hope you like sambuca,” he says, shaking the bottle. It’s a one litre Smirnoff, but the liquid inside is blue. “It’s my special recipe.”

Ushijima moves his hands to your hips, steps behind you, “going up?” He asks, voice low and deep in your ear.

“Y-yeah,” you barely manage, as two of them —Semi and Taichi— shuffle to accomodate you. Moments later, you’re hoisted up easily, the two boys grabbing a hand each, not giving you a chance to hold the back of your skirt down as you do your best to keep your knees together, bending them to lift your feet over the lip of the tray.

“Ooh, you smell expensive,” Tendou says, grabbing you by the elbow and yanking you towards him, offering you his spot by the back window. “What is that?” He asks, the grin on his face a little off-putting.

“Ah, it’s—“ you start, only to be distracted by Ushijima’s arrival in the back of the truck, the sheer size of him causing the whole thing to jerk and wobble.

His dark eyes fall on you— the rest of the gang shuffling so the space by the back window is bigger—holding out a hand. As soon as you grab it, he pulls you to him, spins you, and tugs you down into his lap as he sits cross-legged.

Tendou plants himself next to you, deviant grin on his face when Ushijima takes the bottle from his hand and has a swig of the special recipe. “It’s stronger than your last batch.” He observes, but there’s no hiss to indicate the statement’s true.

Just drinks it like it’s water.

“I’m trying to perfect it,” Tendou almost sings, slotted eyes falling on you.

“I’ve got beers, Wakatoshi,” Semi offers, elbowing his cooler bag.

“And Goshiki got some weed from Suna earlier,” the ginger in the beanie grins meanly, ruffling the hair of the smaller guy next to him.

“Shirabu, stop it!” Goshiki’s face is red from his nose to the tips of his ears as he swats away the other guy’s hand.

“Yeah, even I gotta admit that was pretty ballsy,” Tendou laughs, taking a drink— and hissing with squinted eyes— when Ushijima gives the bottle back. “He was taking that chick’s shirt off when you went over, right? Surprised you didn’t cum in your pants then and there.”

Are they... are they talking about your best friend?

“Yeah, yeah, then Miya joined in on her when he was digging in his bag for the weed,” Semi laughs, head thrown back.

Conversation about her promiscuity continues, but you’ve bristled, eyes going down to your white tennis shoes, mortified for her. You want to defend her honour, get mad at the group of them on her behalf, but your voice is in your throat, and they’re… well, they’re not wrong.

Ushijima presses forward, his chest at your back, chin resting on your shoulder, lips at your ear, “are they bothering you?” He asks, his voice a deep, breathy whisper against the shell, sending a hazy shiver down your spine. His hands find your hips, fingers drawing slowly up to your bent knees, butterflies swirling in your core; how can hands be so damn big?

He shifts his hands back down a little, squeezes the flesh there. Oh, right, his question.

You turn your head to look at him, only to meet those dark, sharp eyes and melt. Your heart hammers rudely in your chest and you swallow hard, “uh, no,” you lie, and he knows it.

“No?” He presses, hands curling up and under your knees, “are you sure?” His voice is soft, and so is the barely-there pressure he’s putting on your legs, threatening to open them to his friends.

A shiver of anxiety shoots into your stomach as you slowly shake your head ‘no’, eyes so wide they start to water. He chuckles then, the pressure leaving your legs, but his hands lingering there.

Your name is called from the other side, Tendou holding his bottle of booze out for you to take. “Here, have some,” he offers, smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Your hesitation is noticed by everyone.

“It’s okay,” Ushijima breathes in your ear, “it won’t kill you,” he assures you. You feel all eyes on you, the pressure to perform an itch only taking the bottle can scratch.

So you do.

You bring it to your lips after giving Ushijima one last glance, and tip the bottle back. First little mouthful makes you want to cough, but the pressure has you swallowing that down with the almost burning anise flavour tickling your tongue.

You're about to give the bottle back when a hand stops you from taking the bottle from your lips, keeping the base of it up in the air. "A little more, hmm?" Tendou offers, brows raised.

"You can take it," Ushijima adds, fingers rubbing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

So you do.

More heat slides down your throat as you take another mouthful, Ushijima squeezing you harder, Tendou raising the base of the bottle higher. The other guys are cheering, drinking their own drinks, as you take one final sip and push the bottle away.

"Good girl!" Tendou cheers, downing his own shot.

You're hissing, tears gathering on your lashes at just how strong that shit is, but before you can say or do anything, one of Ushijima's hands is at your jaw, angling your head towards his, his mouth capturing yours.

His tongue is hot, wet, slimy against your own, the licorice taste lessening as he drinks it from your mouth, your brain fuzzy with how domineering the kiss is, how hard he's gripping your jaw. You're about to twist in his lap, hands reaching for his face, when he pulls away, eyes on yours, before they shift past you and he leans back.

"I'll take a beer," he says to Semi, hand leaving your jaw to reach towards him.

Your head is swimming— either with confusion, or the alcohol you’ve just ingested— but you find that the longer you sit there in Ushijima’s lap, the less confidence you have in his attraction for you. You become an afterthought, a leg warmer.

He doesn’t touch you, he doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t even acknowledge you.

So when Tendou gives you the attention you’re craving from the bigger man— another sip of his sambuca, some Doritos from his party packet— you soak it up.

It’s not too much later— or is it?— that you’re swaying, giggling with Tendou about how blue his tongue is, making him take a picture of yours to prove yours is just as blue.

“It is!” You nearly squeal, wriggling in Ushijima’s lap to get a better look at the picture.

Despite your apparent closeness with Tendou, Ushijima keeps you on his thick thighs; doesn’t let you wander too far for too long, before those large, large hands are wrapping around your waist, an arm, your hips, and tugging you back to safety.

Goshiki’s passing around a blunt, and when Ushijima takes it, his lips go to your ear, “open your mouth,” he orders, fingers tugging your hair into complying. He sucks it deep, then presses his lips to yours for the second time tonight, his tongue prying your lips open.

“Open your mouth and suck it in,” Tendou urges, cold, spindly fingers digging into your thigh, lips at your ear.

You choke immediately. The smoke is a painful burn and has you in tears almost instantly, but you’re more concerned with how the big man perceives you, scared you’re not enough for him, that you’re too lame to be the girl he’s picked to sit in his lap.

“S-S-sorry Ushi—” you’re crying, back to Tendou, fingers pulling at Ushijima’s tee as you croak, your whole chest burning. He pulls your hair, tugging you back to look down into your watery eyes, smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Cute,” he says, eyes moving past you. “See? Told you,” your head is pulled sideways, eyes met with the piercing black-brown gaze of the redhead you’ve been giggling with for the past forty-five minutes.

“Mmm,” the redhead grins, “you sure can pick ‘em, Miracle Boy,”

Everything feels just a little hazy, your body a little heavy, a little… slow, “Wakatoshi, show us,” comes a call from your left, and your face is jerked their way, a low whistle leaving the lips of Semi. “Not wrong,” he grins, side-eyeing Taichi, slapping him a low-5.

“They like you, too,” Ushijima whispers in your ear, breath hot, almost a purr, “how does that feel, hm?” Sick satisfaction starts to bloom across your skin, settles in your chest and trickles slowly down to your core, has you pressing your thighs together.

The snarky ginger doesn’t let the movement slide, “wow, you did pick a good one tonight, Wakatoshi,” he almost cackles, “bet she’s all sloppy from the praise.”

“Hey, none of that,” Tendou scolds, taking the heat from you as you try and process why he’s right. Your underwear is impossibly wet, and if you focus enough, you’re sure you can even smell it. The thought has you clamping your legs together even tighter, your face and ears burning ridiculously hot with shame.

“You like it,” Ushijima says, those hands on your waist, fingers splaying across your tummy, fingertips tickling dangerously close to your core. “Don’t you?”

Somehow he makes you forget about the others, his deep, deep voice hypnotic, those big, big hands distracting.

“Wanna be good,” you mumble, wriggling in his hold so you’re facing him, wiping your tacky tears with the back of a hand before settling both on his shoulders.

“I can tell,” he straightens his legs and you adjust accordingly, straddling him, legs wide over his thick thighs, “but how far will you go?”

He’s too hot, too GQ, too perfect. Strong jaw, sharp eyes, thick brows— handsome, in the most devastating way. A god among men, and he’s letting you sit with him? Letting you touch him?

He chose you?

Wait, what was he saying?

He kisses you, hands pressing against you roughly as he draws the breath from your lungs and crunches your sweater up beneath your bra. It’s intoxicating, the way his tongue moves against yours, how warm he is against you.

His hands move you: raise your hips, curve your lower back, tug up your skirt a little. You protest some then— the cool night air hitting your thighs and ass— but he swallows your foggy little moans, distracts you with his teeth pulling at your bottom lip.

Fingertips dig into the half exposed flesh of your ass, “you wanna be good?” His voice is cracking, thick with breathlessness from the kiss. Your kiss.

“Mhm, yeah,” you nod, eyes half-lidded, the butterflies in your tummy multiplying and growing and exploding.

“Yeah?” He hums, tilting his head as he regards you, “you’re sure?”

“Mmm,” you nod, wriggling your ass, unaware of the show you’re giving the rest of the boys.

“Promise?” He presses again, pulling your panties between your cheeks and tugging up sharply.

“Ah, yeah!” You keen, face falling onto his shoulder, fingers digging into his flesh as he pleasures you with your own underwear. Thick fingers loop in the elastic waist and tug down, fully exposing you to the night air.

And you hear a distinct click.

A memory flashes through your hazy brain, Tendou taking a picture of your tongue—

“You wanna impress me, pretty girl?” Ushijima asks, before you can think too hard on it; his teeth at your earlobe, low baritone voice sending shivers through your bones. His fingers knead the globes of your ass, the tips dangerously close to your centre, and you want nothing more than to melt into him. “Uh-ah, hips up,” he corrects you lowly when you relax against him.

“S-sorry…” you mumble, gaining a chuckle in return.

“Shh,” he soothes, one of his hands leaving your ass to snake beneath you, fingers sliding against your messy lips. You’re trembling as you try and get closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his ear.

His fingers are thick and lazy as they explore you, and your legs shake with the effort of keeping your ass in the air. But he encourages you with soft words, his voice blocking out any outside noises; even that persistent click, click, click, you think you keep hearing.

You’re embarrassingly close to orgasm when he stops his fingers, “maybe we should head somewhere a little more private,” and it’s said louder than anything he’s whispered to you tonight, his voice carrying and mean, urges you to pull away from him a little and clears the fog of arousal and too-strong alcohol.

Mortification and panic follow the chuckles and snorts of contained laughter when you toss a look over your shoulder and remember where you are, tears immediately filling your eyes. You collapse onto Ushijima’s thighs and push away from his chest, anger and betrayal squeezing your stomach, threatening to bubble up and spill from your trembling lips.

“Don’t be upset,” Tendou interjects, leaning towards you, a little too close for comfort. “It’d be a real shame if Wakatoshi didn’t share you with us, wouldn’t it? Look, little Tsutomu’s already about to cream his jeans,” he says placatingly, urging you to turn your teary gaze his way. Sure enough, Goshiki’s fully flushed, both hands pressing against his crotch, hiding his bulge from you with a guilty look on his face.

“I bet,” Ushijima leans closer to you, hands on your waist, “you could make him cum without even touching him.”

“Ooh, the power,” Tendou adds, long fingers petting your hair gently.

You sniffle, level a glare with Ushijima, “Y-you tricked me,” you mumble through pouty lips.

He smiles, “I’m not nice, but I’m good,” he gets in close, lips ghosting yours, backing up his words by sliding those strong, precise fingers up your shirt, toying with your hard nipples over your bra. “You wanna feel good?”

“Yes,” you arch into him, eyes sliding shut instantly. “I wanna feel good,”

He kisses you slowly, all tongue and teeth, grinds up against you teasingly, leaving you wanting, “you mind being watched?”

Those sharp eyes challenge you, warn you. His forehead presses against yours, noses squishing together almost tenderly, the juxtaposition of his actions and words both jarring and confusing.

“To be fair,” Tendou starts softly, sliding closer to Ushijima, “we’ve already seen it all,” his eyes follow his fingers as they draw down your thigh. “Wouldn't be too nice to leave us all hanging, would it?”

You toss a look at Tsutomu and Shirabu over your left shoulder, Semi and Taichi over your right, “you… wanna watch?” You ask, eyes still on Taichi.

His own go wide, glance over to Semi, then past you to Ushijima, back to you, “I— uh, yeah,” then he drops your gaze, presses his thighs together.

“And you?” Tsutomu jumps when you direct the words at him, hands pressing down harder on his bulge, a groan tearing from his throat as his eyes snap shut, socked toes curl.

You don’t get to wait for an answer— not that you need it— Ushijima’s lips pressing to your exposed neck; his hands push your shirt up as his tongue tastes your skin, melting you into him, a fresh wave of slick rolling from your neglected cunt.

It’s freeing, letting go. Your hands raise at his silent prompting, sweater tugged over your head and tossed somewhere, his huge hands crowding your back, his mouth latching onto a tit through your little lacy bra.

A shudder rolls through you, head falling back with a whine, and you hear another groan behind you— the telltale sound of Tsutomu— some light chuckling and murmuring from the other boys.

God, you’re doing it.

You’re really gonna let this man fuck you in front of his friends; the very thing you were so disgusted to see your best friend doing.

And Ushijima’s so shameless about it, licking and sucking at your skin like a man starved, the slurping loud and erotic as he covers every inch of your neck, your shoulders, unclipping your bra and assaulting your chest.

“U-Ushi…” your fingers are tangled in his hair, tearing and tugging, his own hands pulling you closer in response, a slow growl rumbling through his chest as he hungrily sucks a hard kiss-mark into the fat of your breast. “Hurry up,” you frown, tugging him away from your chest by the hair, pressing your lips to his, “‘m really ready,” you mumble, feeling so wet it’s uncomfortable, “promise,”

“Oh, baby,” Tendou coos, fiddling with some papers, rolling something up between nimble fingers, “I promise you’re not,” he giggles, shoulders shaking with the force of it.

“Turn around,” Ushijima urges, large hands dwarfing your hips.

Your hands cover your naked breasts as he turns you, four pairs of eyes ogling your form shamelessly as they drink their alcohol and smoke their cigarettes.

“B-but—“ you whimper, large eyes staring at Ushijima as he positions you between his spread legs. “I wanna look at you,”

“You will,” he says lowly, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You’ll get your reward… but you need to work for it.”

“That, and he’s gotta stretch you out properly,” Shirabu mumbles, catching your attention. The rest of the boys chuckle nervously at that, and a hand is pressing between your shoulder blades, urging you forward.

“Hands and knees,” Ushijima orders, and before you can really think about it, you’re letting go of your breasts and lurching forward— almost barreling into Tsutomu’s outstretched legs— Ushijima’s big hands lifting your hips and positioning you how he wants you.

Shame flows through your veins, your whole body growing impossibly hotter, yet still buzzing with excitement. A swift look to your left would have you practically staring into Semi’s eyes, if his own weren’t currently glued to your swinging tits.

You’re about to turn back and say something to Ushijima when two fingers slide into you, sending your eyes wide, and tearing a yelp from deep in your throat. So deep, you think, unable to compute anything else, numbing mind drowning in the pleasure, in just how long and thick his fingers are.

Your elbows buckle when he enters a third finger, your upper body collapsing against the cool metal of the tray, face resting against your forearms as you whimper and moan, Ushijima’s free hand grips your hip as you start to wriggle and press back into him.

“She’s doing so well,” Tendou coos, his voice close. You look up in time to watch the redhead flip your skirt up, exposing your ass and hips to the cool night air.

“Don’t touch her, Satori.” Ushijima grunts, voice low and clipped.

“I didn’t touch her skin, Waka-chan, it was her skirt,” he laughs airily, getting close to Goshiki and squeezing his ass between the younger man and his cooler. “Only children don’t know how to share, right, Tsutomu?”

But he can’t take his eyes off you, and as soon as your watery gaze meets his, he reddens.

“Say his name,” Tendou whispers, leaning closer to you, impish grin growing.

“Sh-shut up, Tendou—”

“He’ll cum—”

“Tendou!” He gawks, swiping at the taller man, narrowly missing his shoulder.

Something changes, then; curiosity and the alcohol and the stimulation warping your brain, your subconscious disregarding that superego it’s clinged so strongly to. “Tsutomu…” you moan, biting your lip, blinking your lashes up at him.

He gasps and opens his mouth, but Ushijima mustn't've liked his name slipping from your lips, because he grips your hip and ups his pace, a wanton howl spilling up your throat, eyes rolling.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe, ragged, burying your face in your arms again, before he hits too deep and you’re pushing back up to gasp for air. “N-no, Ushi— I’m—”

It feels so good — too good, even. He’s pulling sounds so dirty and pornographic from you, that you don’t even feel like yourself; but the best part is, you don’t even care. Ushijima quirks his fingers and your orgasm shoots through you like a freight train, your pussy clenching and squelching as he works you through it, your lips trembling as you whimper and drool all over your arms.

There’s talking between the guys, but your ears are ringing, your ability to focus completely unravelled, your whole being focused on revelling in the high of your orgasm. Until you’re pulled back up into Ushijima’s lap.

“Good girl,” he breathes, rocking his clothed cock against your messy thighs. “You did so, so well,” he praises you, large, wet hand squeezing your cheeks together and pulling you in for a kiss.

You’re absolutely shameless from then on out, pawing at him, sucking lewdly on his tongue. If getting raunchy and handsy is a turn-on for him, it’s something you’re willing to do.

“Hurry up,” you pant against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. “Wanna fuck,”

He chuckles, sends a look over your shoulder to Tendou, “here?” He asks, deep golden eyes back on yours.

You keen back in affirmation, begin to push the singlet up and over his abs, his pecks, “Take this off.”

“You sure you don’t wanna go in the truck?”

You pout then, “you don’t... want me?”

That chiselled jaw clenches, he sucks his teeth.

Seconds later, he reaches between the two of you to unzip his pants and pulls his cock out, “Hips up,” he orders, one hand fisting the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, the other reaching for your pussy, fingers dipping into you and smearing your essence over his cockhead.

You blink at him, “b-but… a condom—”

“A condom?” Tendou laughs, sitting back in his original spot, three inches from Ushijima, phone in his hand. “You think this man wants to wear a condom?”

“Should we stop?” Ushijima asks, eyes regarding you cooly. Too cooly.

“N-no,” you shake your head, raise your hips and position yourself over him. There’s a bit of an ache in your heart trying to push its way through to your brain, but you squash it down, the need to be wanted outweighing any and everything else right now.

“You’re so, so pretty like this,” Ushijima praises you, littering your chest with kisses, pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking.

It momentarily distracts you from the unimaginable stretch his cock causes as you slowly sink onto him, and — as Tendou kindly points out — you’re doing so well taking his cock, until it just. Keeps. Going.

“It’s… that’s way too deep,” you gasp, unable to sit up straight, your smaller frame collapsing against his broad chest as tears well up in your eyes.

“Almost,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, voice deep and husky.

But you feel like he’s in your stomach, pushing his way up to your diaphragm; the pleasure’s a dull throb beneath the burning ache of taking something far too fucking large inside you. “Ow…” you groan, nails digging into his tanned skin, drool slipping from your lips, tears from your eyes. “Is it… in?” You whine when he stops moving.

He only hums in response, and you relax some, but then he flexes his hips, and you yelp as he sinks in even deeper. “So tight,” he hisses.

Glassy eyes watch as he groans and tosses his head back, exposing that thick neck and Adam’s apple to your drooling lips, your gnawing teeth. It’s all you can do to stop from crying— tasting and nipping at his sweaty, salty skin— and he doesn’t seem to hate it, if his low growl is anything to go by.

Despite what your body probably needs, he doesn’t give you time to adjust to his size.

“Shit,” he gasps, those huge hands grabbing your ass, squeezing your flesh, then lifting you and slamming you back down on his cock.

“Ah!” You yelp, scrambling now, nails scratching along taught, clammy skin, trying to find something, anything, to hold onto.

But he’s got you, thick arms circling your body, a hand at the base of your neck, the other pushing on your lower back, pressing you closer to him. It’s almost suffocating; you can’t move, can’t even breathe, but it’s so good.

You’re a doll, a puppet holding onto him and accepting everything he’s giving you. Every thrust, every squeeze of his arms; in the back of your brain you’re registering just how painful his fingertips are, just how deep they’re pressing into your flesh. And it makes you proud, the thought of him marking you, the idea of looking into the mirror tomorrow and seeing his fingerprints bruised into your skin.

You’re pulled out of your lull by his breath at your ear, “Say my name,” he whispers, seated deep inside you.

“Ushi—“

“Wakatoshi,” he corrects you, tugging at your hair so you meet his gaze.

“W-Wakatoshi,” you’re coy, matching his whisper, watery eyes looking into his. They’re pretty, you think, with flecks of gold and green and copper. Earthy.

He chuckles, “thanks,” then he’s pulling you to meet his lips. “Gonna cum deep inside you,” he promises, licking your teeth, using his own to pull at your bottom lip. “You’ll never be able to forget me.”

All you can do is groan, nod frantically, beg for it.

Your moans are a mixture of his name, of yes, of please, as he bounces you on his cock, as he kisses you, sucks at your skin, drags his teeth along it. It’s intoxicating, your world spinning as you near the edge of release, as he thrusts into you, all wet slaps and needy grunts.

He cums before you can, but fucks you through his own release. The warmth, the fullness, his lips cursing your name against your ear, have you coming undone around him. He swears again as you tighten up, those lethal fingers holding you prisoner as you come down from your orgasmic high, as the world around you spins.

You’re exhausted then, slumping against him, eyelids feeling more than heavy. Voices mumur and whisper behind you, Ushijima’s chest a low rumble of his own words. Then you’re moving, more than two hands on you, sitting you up straighter.

A second wind has you jerking away, panic lacing your bones. But then something big and warm is being pulled over your head, Ushijima helping you pull your head through soft cotton, your arms through too-big sleeves.

“Shh, sleep.” He mumbles, and it’s only then that you realise it’s the hoodie he had wrapped around his waist when you first met him. It’s huge, covering more than your actual outfit from this evening, you realise as he curls you up in his lap, pulls the hood up and over your head, gets you comfortable.

As you wriggle against him, covered in his scent, in his warmth, you begin to register how sticky you feel between your legs, the thought of his thick cum seeping out of you oddly satisfying. He wraps an arm around you, cradling you like something precious.

“She’s good,” you hear Ushijima mumble as your eyelids grow heavy again.

“Out of ten?” You think it’s Tendou.

“Hmm…” You fight to stay awake, to hear his answer. “We’ll make final decisions when we watch the playback.”

Vague confusion passes through you, before you finally fall asleep.

You’re going to hate yourself in the morning.

#ushijima x reader #wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushiwaka x reader #tw manipulation #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw neglect #tw dacryphilia #tw exhibitionism #tw voyerism #JUST READ THE TAGS PLS #dark content #minors dni #whorehouse toxic collab #LMAO MIKI IM SO SORRY IM LATE #AHHDJDKSKKSKW literally late for everything I apologise #also goshiki cums in his pants I just don’t add it in LMAOO

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f1nalboys · 3 years ago

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Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized!

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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superhero--imagines · 4 years ago

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A/N: Sorry, but this has been living in my brain rent free too, my commission info is here

* Honey if you’re tall with a big butt-

* You’ve got his heart the second he lays eyes on you

* Like everything he is and everything he will be -

* Baby you can have it all if you’ll agree to be his

* If you’re not tall with a big butt, well don’t worry Yuuji’s still going to adore you it just takes a little time

* It’s not so much because he doesn’t think your smoking hot or anything-

* It’s just, well, Yuji’s kinda dumb

* So anyone outside of his immediate go-to type, it just doesn’t register in his brain

* You can bet your ass he’ll say dumb crap like-

* “Friends can hold hands right?”

* Or

* “Friends kiss sometimes, no big deal!”

* But don’t worry babe, it might take a little while, but eventually he’ll notice all these feelings he’s been categorizing as “friendly” feelings and “positive” feelings are actually Romantic feelings

* Once he finally figures it out, you won’t have to wait long-

* “Oi, (Y/N/N), want to be my lover?”

* Like seriously, not even a second after he has this ‘monumental’ realization

* After that things are pretty easy between you two

* It’s not like much has changed, he’s still your friend, and he doesn’t act any different-

* You guys were holding hands and, apparently, kissing before you were officially dating

* It’s not even that he’s greedy with the way he touches you or anything-

* I think the only thing that does change is that Yuji makes an effort to spend more time with you

* “Oi, wanna go to Shibuya this weekend? There’s a Taiyaki store I’m dying to go too”

* He makes an effort to spend time with you even when he’s not around, like sending you texts and voicemails when he’s away

* Part of the reason he’s so insistent on spending as much time with you as possible is probably because he’s not sure how much time he has left

* I think, Yuji is a really simple guy who sees the good in everyone, so he’s also kind of attracted to anyone given the right circumstances

* But I think, he especially wants someone compassionate

* Someone who will hold him during depressive episodes where he’ll wonder- what if I hadn’t joined the occult club? What if he had played track like everyone wanted? What if he had just minded his own business

* What if Megumi hadn’t followed him to the hospital that day, how different would his life be right now

* And it’s the same regret and remorse that fuels his cursed energy, but for some reason it feels like it’s magnified right now

* It feels like he might drown in this despair

* During those days you just hold him, whispering good things about the world.

* Soft things that’ll help him right now-

* Something to give him hope

* “Hot tea on a cold day” you whisper

* “The feeling of basking in sunlight after a cloudy day”

* There’s a moment of silence as you think of something else to say

* “The smell of rain, and fresh cut grass” he’ll mumble back, and you grin

* “Getting Taiyaki in Shibuya with someone you love” you reply with a grin

* “With ice cream filling and boba?”

* You laugh, what a weird combination

* “Anything you want”

* Yuji’s not the one that’s hard to get along with tbh, the one you have trouble with is Sukuna

* “You know you’ll never save him, I don’t know why you’re trying so hard”

* You would hit Sukuna if it didn’t mean slapping Yuji’s cheek too

* “Shut up what do you know”

* Honestly Yuuji’s a little surprised at the hatred Sukuna shows you

* “Shouldn’t you be happy they’re around?”

* For one because you’re around there’s been more *clears throat* romantic incidents, which of course always leave Yuji in a pretty vulnerable state

* He’s only an orgasm away from having Sukuna take over tbh

* And besides-

* You’re his weakness

* They say the sun is 92 million miles away, but he swears his sun is walking in front of him on the in Shibuya, his hand held firmly in yours

* If anything ever happened to you-

* He wouldn’t be able to live with himself, he wouldn’t be able to go on anymore.

* And that’s when the curse that lives inside him wins

* So he really doesn’t get why Sukuna’s acting like this is the worst thing to ever happen to him

* Sukuna opens an eye on Yuji’s cheek

* “I hate their kind most of all, even more than Jujutsu Sorcerers” he grumbles

* He really does hate you-

* He hates that you’re kind

* He saw your type all the time at his harem, some lowly thing relatives had sold off for money and honor-

* Or a prize from a nation he conquered

* Some dumb creature that thought you would get a reward for sacrificing yourself

* Truly idiotic

* The worst part is he’s starting to like those little fantasy’s you spin for Yuji

* He can feel the sunlight warning his skin after a cold day

* He can taste the heavy condensation of the steam that wafts off of his cup of tea, brushing against his face. The heat in direct contrast to the cold winter air

* And it hurts him to know he probably won’t feel like that again, not for a long time

* Not with you helping Yuji work through his negative feelings like you do

* So he hates you

* He hides his contempt in general, it only leaks out through an occasional insult

* “Where’s your kindness now?” He’ll jeer when you’re having a bad day

* Only for Yuuji to smack his cheek to get him to shut up

* “Ah, don’t pay any attention to him. He’s just grumpy”

* For the most part it’s nothing you can’t handle

* Really you kind of forget he’s there most of the time, until one day you see Sukuna pop out and take a bite of your Taiyaki as you hold it out to Yuji who said he wanted to taste the flavor

* “Oi that was mine!” Yuji screeches, slapping his own face while Sukuna smiles from his hand

* “You just like torturing me don’t you?” He weeps, and you offer him sympathetic pats on the back, giving him another bit of your Taiyaki

* He continues on about how Sukuna just loves to torment him, and honestly why can’t they get along when they share a body

* But your mind is elsewhere

* The next time Sikuna see’s you is when Yuji’s sleeping, the damn brat snores so loud he’s considering throttling him just to get some peace and quiet

* That’s when he hears the door creak, seeing you curling inside around it, a plastic bag in hand

* Great, the perfect end to the perfect day

* “The brats sleeping” Sukuna grumbles from Yuji’s hand-

* He would have spoken from his face but the only thing more annoying than having to deal with Yuji’s snores is having to hear the lovey-dovey crap tumble from his lips when he talks to you

* He figures you’ll leave, or maybe curl up against Yuji on the bed but instead you kneel down, your hand dipping into the plastic bag

* “I’m not here for him,” you start pulling out a Taiyaki.

* “You wanted one right?” That’s why he took a bite, because he wanted to try it too

* Though, annoying Yuji was probably an added bonus

* You hold up the Taiyaki to Sukuna’s ‘mouth’

* And he’s overcome with emotion

* It’s not like he hasn’t had concubines from his harem feed him a great number of things before -

* Like he hasn’t ever felt the tender act from one of his many lovers -

* So he hates that you’re the one that’s bringing out all these emotions in him

* And as he takes a bite from the Taiyaki he finally admits it-

* If you were in his harem, a moronic kind fool like you were one of his lovers

* You would be his favorite

* And that’s why he hates you so much

* Because just like Yuji, you’re his weakness

* “It’s not the same flavor” he mumbles

* “Sorry I couldn’t get the ice cream, it would have melted on the way here-“

* Sukuna wouldn’t have minded one bit licking the cream from your fingers, maybe he would even catch that embarrassed face you always make with the damn brat

* “So I got you a custard one, and a chocolate one, and on the off chance you weren’t in the mood for something sweet I got you a curry filled one too”

* You stumble, hand flying into the bag to pull out the other two, holding them up to him

* And despite himself, Sukuna finds the sight quite...cute

* “Well, I suppose these offerings will do for now wench” And his words are harsh, but you smile like the kindhearted fool you are.

* And that’s how Yuji starts getting pestered for “just five minutes alone with their baby”

* “Scared I’ll show them a better time than you can?” Sukuna grins

* Of course he is! Sukuna had a literal harem of lovers. Who knows what kinds of techniques he knows

* But Yuji’s pride won’t let him admit it

* Yuji scoffs

* “I’d rather die again then let you come anywhere near them”

* It’s kind like you’ve got two boyfriends

* One pink haired one that’s the literal personification of sunshine

* And another, more dark and sadistic one

* And it’s sort of a funky little relationship

* But it’s yours

* “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world” you whisper.

* Your lips brushing against his

* Yuji wouldn’t trade you for anything either

* He loves you ❤️

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urmindisastreamofcolors · 3 years ago

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Watching Over: GVF Twin Blurb

A/n: so this is just a super short twin blurb thats kinda cute :) I’m working on like four different fics so stay tuned guys!

Taglist: @joshyswife @theweightofstardust @maverick-rose @greta-van-yeet

Josh had a really rough week. In the past seven days, he had blown out his voice, gotten a sinus infection and was currently going through a terrible break up. Without thinking twice, Jake told him to come over to the apartment you two shared for dinner and a few beers. Not being his usual self, Josh simply nodded at his twins suggestion saying he would think about it.

It was nearly dusk when Jake sauntered in through the front door with Josh in tow. He had filled you in and your heart hurt for the poor boy that you had grown to love like a brother of your own. The minute Jake had texted you, you started making homemade chicken noodle soup and ran to the store to get plenty of beer and a few of Josh’s favorite snacks along with some tea.

“Hey, babe,” Jake said with a smile as he came giving you a quick kiss before heading to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable leaving you with a Josh who clearly wasn’t feeling well and looked as if he hadn’t slept.

You didn’t say anything choosing to give him a hug instead. He returned the gesture, resting his head on your shoulder. You scrunched your eyebrows when you could feel the heat coming off of him, and, just like your mother always did, you kissed his forehead quickly to test his temperature.

“Rough week, huh,” you asked a bit rhetorically as you lead him to the couch with an arm wrapped around him protectively. He simply nodded his head and his chin trembled slightly. Once he was settled, you handed him the remote giving him full control over the television and you smiled a bit when you saw him select one of the Harry Potter movies knowing that it was a comfort movie shared by all the Kiszka siblings.

Jake came out dressed in a pair of gray sweats and an old t-shirt that had been cut into a muscle shirt with his hair in a low bun. He jerked his head towards the kitchen and you followed behind him, understanding his cue.

“He has a fever,” you said simply as you put the kettle on to boil.

“I’ll go get the medicine from the cabinet and give it to him. He’s...,” Jake trailed off allowing the movie in the living room to fill the air instead.

“Joshy is going to be just fine,” you said as you stirred the soup on the stove before getting out flour and a few other ingredients to make biscuits. Jake smiled as he kissed the crown of your head and slapped you ass gently on the way out of the kitchen.

By the time all three of you were curled up on the couch for a movie marathon and soup in hand, Josh’s eyes already looked a bit clearer as he watched the movie. He had spoken enough to say thank you whenever you brought him something and you took note of how rough his voiced sounded. Jake continued to cast him concerned looks before opting to sit with his shoulder against Josh’s. While you sat right against the arm of the couch like you normally did, the twins sat in the middle. Both focused on the movie intently with matching chocolate eyes and their spoons rose in unison. You smiled to yourself as you watched them and you thought it was absolutely adorable. The two boys were so different on daily basis, but in moments like this, it wasn’t hard to believe that their souls were made out of the same cosmic material.

After they had finished, they both leaned back, getting comfortable. You had heard Karen talk about how they would still curl up together from time to time. From what she had said, they typically did it when one felt really bad or when they went on autopilot, but this wasn’t something you had ever gotten to see before. Honestly, you had expected them to be cuddling on your sectional from the image Karen had painted, but the sight before you was much more subtle.

Jake had his knees pulled up and to the left in Josh’s direction, elbow on his knee to prop up his head as he watched The Sorcerer’s Stone as if he had never seen it before. His shoulder, side and the upper part of his leg was flush against Josh’s. Josh had his right leg tucked underneath him as he leaned his curly head back on the couch with his arm pressed against Jake. With the way his head was angled, it looked almost like his head was resting on his twins shoulder and you thought it was until you got up to start the dishwasher. Honestly, you couldn’t tell if this was a twin thing or if they were used to scrunching together to fit four people on a couch at a time.

You hadn’t been gone for more than half an hour to clean up the kitchen and put away the leftovers. When you came back, Josh had knocked out with soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips and this time his head was on his brother’s shoulder. Considering it had been a long day and Jake had been up before the sun rose, his head had dropped to lay on top of Josh’s curly head and all the tension in his shoulders had disappeared with sleep taking over his body. Jake was leaning against the arm of the couch, supporting both their weight.

You smiled and snapped a picture of the two and sent one to Karen and the other to the group chat. Jake was a pretty light sleeper and you knew they wouldn’t stay snuggled up for long and you were right when your phone dinged as Karen responded causing Jake to stir. He looked at you sleepily and you were shocked when he shimmed a bit to make himself more comfortable before curling back up against Josh. This was the most relaxed you had seen Jake in days and from what you had been told, Josh hadn’t slept well in who knows how long.

Choosing not to wake them, you grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and threw it over both of them. Then, you gently coaxed Jake to sit up a bit as you slid his pillow underneath him. You turned the movie down to where it simply acted as source of light before turning of the lamp in the living room.

You kissed both boys on the cheek and finally headed to bed yourself.

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #greta van fleet oneshots #josh kiszka #danny gvf #danny wagner #jake gvf #sammy kiszka #josh gvf #kiszka twins fic #kiszka twins

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haitanic · 4 years ago

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Poly Relationship With KamiShin

I adore the idea of being in a relationship with these two, I just think it would be so good and I love them both so much. This ended up being way longer than I had planned but I could have kept going so I’ll probably write more like this.

Masterlist

SFW above the cut, NSFW below

SFW

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence? (the boys being protective of you/defending you)

This relationship would just be one big meme

You and Kaminari clowning together

You and Shinsou laughing at Kaminari’s dumbassery

Until it goes to far and you realize he’s going to hurt himself and you both frantically go “nOooO DeNKi!!!”

Pranks

These two are in a prank war and you are on both teams

So it’s basically just you messing with both of them

They’d pull pranks on you too but it would always be really little silly things, never to the extent they’d do to each other

Neither of these men sleep

Please god make them go to bed

I mean if you’re someone who also stays up all night then oh god this is just a disaster, the three of you will never sleep

If you’re someone who goes to bed at a reasonable time please drag them with you

I don’t think it would be hard to drag them to bed honestly, they’re both way to soft

Like if they were gaming together but you wanted to go to bed, they’d try to say they were going to keep gaming but the second you say please and ask them to come cuddle you the controllers are on the table and they’re crashing into bed with you (simps)

They literally can’t say no to you

With anything, literally anything you want is yours

These men adore you and want to take care of you

Truly just two men that I hc as drinking there respect juice

But it’s more than that, like more than respect, it’s adoration

I think when they get into a relationship with someone the feelings are strong, to share themselves with someone like that they’d have to love and trust them so much

They’d spoil the shit out of you, but you better do the same for them

And when I say spoil I don’t mean spend a bunch of money, just bring them little things and do cute things

Like bring Shinsou coffee and Denki snacks

Give Denki a $1 Pikachu sticker and tell him it reminds you of him

Show your love with memes, they will cry, you’re too perfect

Send Denki silly memes and go “dis u?” he’ll love you so muchand think its so cute

Send Shinsou cute, lovey, cat memes, like meme of a little kitten with a sappy message over it

They’re both definitely very teasing S/Os, like you’d all just be making fun of each other constantly but it’s with LOVE

Consensual bullying

But they’d never comment on something you’re actually insecure about, they know what’s too far and they’d never go there

(If you’re like me and someone who likes to be affectionately teasing with S/Os and friends please make sure you have boundaries established and you know what is ok to tease about and what actually hurts, communication y’all, ok back to your regularly scheduled programming)

I’m gonna be honest, y’all would eat so much takeout, neither of them can cook for shit

actually that’s a lie, Shinsou can cook, he just doesn’t want to

If you can cook and enjoy it please make them meal at least a few times a week

Please teach them healthy habits

Make them go to bed, make them go outside, force feed them veggies and water please just take care of them because they don’t know how to

I mean don’t force them. like please don’t try to change them, but express your concern about their unhealthy habits and try to help if that makes sense

Ok but they are so protective, anyone who tries to mess with you better be prepared to catch hands

They’d both be so goofy with you but if anyone tries to mess with you they are stone faced in a second and ready to rock someone's shit

You are perfect to them and they won’t let anyone say otherwise

Oh and if someone said something about the three of you being together, god help them

Actually don’t, no one help them, they deserve it, not sorry

The cuddles are IMMACULATE

The positions are always changing but it’s always so good

You in the middle either with both of their heads on your chest or facing one and being a little spoon to the other

Shinsou in the middle with both you and Kaminari resting your heads on his chest, you and Kami would be holding hands and you’d all just alternate giving each other little pecks

Kaminari in the middle facing Shinsou with you big spooning him... yes please

You all just want to make sure you’re all happy, it would be so supportive and goofy and just happiness

This relationship feels like sunshine

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+.

NSFW

Warnings: dom/sub themes, degradation and praise kinks, sadomasochism and pain kinks, vouryerism, overstim/edging, literally just fucking flithy y’all

Please note that the things I headcannon only apply if it’s something you consent to.

oof

oh god

This is gonna be nasty

But so good

I’ve seen different people say different things but my personal opinion is that Shinsou is a dom (a hard one) and Kaminari is a switch

And yes, Shinsou calls you both his kittens, you cannot change my mind, I don’t care

So there’s a few different ways I see things going

So if both you and Kaminari are feeling like bottoms then Shinsou will gladly dom you both at the same time

Shinsou definitely has a vouyer kink so he would instruct you and Kaminari on what to do to each other while he jut watched his kittens play (stop that felt so filthy to type aaaa)

Once you were both completely worn out then he’d finally step in and have his way with you both

Like I said, he is a hard dom, definitely sadistic

Honestly he’d use telling you and Denki what to do to each other as a punishment, making you overstim or edge each other till neither of you can take anymore and are begging and/or crying

Then he’d come fuck you both into the mattress

This man is going to completely and utterly demolish you (if you’re ok with that of course)

He’d be praising you both but in a way that feels so dirty, he’d degrade you both a bit with words but I think it would mostly be praise, the degrading/humiliating part is what he does to you/makes you do to each other

He’d definitely be pretty rough with both of you (always only if you consent), he’d be manhandling you guys, just throwing you around, pulling hair, choking, a little slapping if you’re up for it (I definitely think Denki is just saying)

But don’t get me wrong, he also knows how to take care of his kittens

Like he can be so soft and giving with you as well, when the situation calls for soft sex this man will give you that and he will give it so good

Just the most gentle, loving praises and soft holds and eye contact and love

Ok, next situation Shinsou and Kaminari both wanting to dom you

ok wait cause there’s actually two ways that could go, if Kaminari is feeling switchy but leaning towards dom then it would be kinda similar to the first situation, with Shinsou telling him what to do to you but he’d just be more dom with it himself and he’d still let Shinsou dom him a bit but not full on, like they’re both domming you but Shinsou takes the lead

Ok but if Kaminari is feeling full dom then god help you

I hope you have the day of tomorrow

Because Kaminari as a dom is also one sadistic mother fucker

I absolutely headcannon Kaminari as being hard and sadistic when he’s domming (I mean he’s a little fucking masochist when hes a bottom)

But yeah if it’s something you’re ok with then these men are going to destroy you

I really can’t stress how ruthless they are when they’re domming together

You’re going to get whiplash from these two because one of them is degrading the shit out of you while the other is telling you the kindest praise

“Look at you, such a filthy little whore for us to use”, “You’re so beautiful, doing so good for us baby”

But you never know which ones going to say what and they’re constantly switching roles

Yeah you’re about to get your shit rocked, there’s no other way to say it

Honestly you’re going to be barely conscious by the time they’re finally done

Alright, last variation is you and Shinsou domming Kaminari

Pretty similar to when he’s domming you with Kaminari but y’all switch places

Just demolishing little subby baby Denki

I talk about how much of a little subby baby he is in my nsfw hcs for him

As much of a sadist as he is when he’s domming completely switches to masochism when he’s a sub

He will cry and beg and he loves it, he will literally beg you two to hurt him like a whiny little boy

Baby just wants to be completely destroyed and fucked out

Gee, can you tell I’m a switch

Regardless of how it goes down the sex would honestly be so good because both of them are very giving partners

I mean don’t get me wrong, they’re gonna tease the shit out of you, but they’re both very focused on making sure all three of you feel amazing

The aftercare, oh god the aftercare

Always so cute and sweet

Doesn’t matter who topped and bottomed

Cuddles and words of affirmation for all of you, just all three of you giving and getting love

If any of you are in subspace or roughed up or out of it or whatever then whoever isn’t will give you everything you need whether that's a hot drink or a nice bath or some lotion or whatever

You all just take such good care of each other because this is a relationship built on mutual love, adoration, and respect

This got a little out of hand, much longer than I thought it was going to be, my bad.

#shinkami #kamishin #shinsou x reader x kaminari #shinsou smut #shinsou hcs #shinsou imagine #kaminari smut #kaminari hcs #kaminari imagine #poly bnha #bnha hcs #bnha smut

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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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Keeping you close

Pairing: Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Pretty fluffy and uh oops I accidentally got thirsty at the end. NSFW

Request: can we get an alpha suna and omega reader where someone’s flirting with them?

Summary: Your alpha catches some low-bit, pathetic excuse of an alpha trying to get with you and he’s determined to but a stop to it.

Author’s Note: So I’m like heavily debating posting a personal story on here, but I don’t know if it would do well? Like it’s a canon x OC AU With omegaverse? Idk like Akaashi and Iwaizumi end up on the same team-- which by the way, I read a story where Iwaizumi was an omega with Ushijima and Oikawa as his alphas and it was tasty.

Requests: Open!

NSFW Warnings: They mess around in a storage closet, fem! Reader (Before that, everything is GN), no creampie or swallowing children, but he doesn’t waste anything ;)

➵ Getting through the rough, and seemingly uncaring, walls that Suna put up wasn’t easy,

➵Not at all. But you did so.

➵ He pushed you away at first, but eventually let you in, and honestly, was glad he did.

➵You were the best thing to ever happen to him and he’d be damned if he ever let go of you.

➵ While he wasn’t always the easiest alpha to deal with, he tried for you. And it showed.

➵ It was obvious in the things he did, how he acted with you versus literally anyone else.

➵ He was softer with his words, kinder with his actions, and just made you feel like straight up royalty. Honestly, i’m kinda jealous ngl.

➵Because of this, you guys had a fairly healthy relationship.

➵Communication was strong between the two of you and honestly, it wasn’t very often one of you was jealous.

➵Though it happened once in a while and was normally resolved with minimal issues.

➵ Of course, there are always bound to be a few hiccups here and there.

➵ It’s how you both dealt with it is what’s important.

___

“He had no shame.”

“Admirable if it wasn’t for her boyfriend.”

Suna was seething as the twins whispered obnoxiously behind him, the trio watching as an alpha talked to you. You were obviously uncomfortable but Suna wouldn’t react until you gave him a signal.

In the very early stages of your relationship, you explained how you appreciated the space he gave you, and how he allowed you to fight for yourself. Even if it made his alpha growl and snarl. You appreciated it and thats all that matters.

Suna hid his balled up fists in his shorts, trying to ignore the absolute anger in his gut watching this male think he had a chance with his omega.

God, he wanted nothing more than to tear into him. With words or his teeth? Who knows.

He’d figure it out on the way.

He continued watching you, watching for the signal, like his life depended on it.

Looking over to him, you both made eye contact before you nonchalantly rubbed your elbow, making Suna perk up. Standing up, he stretched before sending a glance to the twins behind him. They stood as well, following Suna. He didn’t need them, but having three, tall, relatively well-built alphas come to scare the piss out of him sounded all the more appealing.

When they approached closer, you immediately chirped in excitement, running into Suna’s arms. He caught you, holding you close before growling at the alpha.

“I’d leave if I were you. Who knows when these two might bite.” Suna sneered, shielding you from the other alpha. You allowed him to do so, frankly happy to be away from the situation.

Unfortunate you didn’t realize the situation would only go downhill from there.

___NSFW UNDER THE CUT___

“Rin-ahh~ Rin, please-”

“Shut it. We’ll get caught.”

You whimpered into your forearm as Rin bit into your shoulder blade, thrusting into you roughly as your cried out. The storage closet was dark and cramped but it just forced you both closer, your sweaty back sticking to his jersey,

The squelching from your cunt dripping with slick and his cock sliding in and out of you. It was a delicious stretch that made you moan out in pleasure as he sped up. You tried biting your forearm to keep quiet but it was almost futile.

“I said quiet, Omega.” A sharp slap to your clit made you reel, whimpers leaving you. Suna was unrelenting though, pounding into you like your life depended on it. Your whole body was shaking with pleasure, your brain fighting between keeping quiet, and falling into the bliss.

“That asshole had his eyes all over you. Making you uncomfortable, acting like you weren’t bonded and marked to all holy hell.” Rin growled into your ear, speeding up his thrusts. His knot brushed against your clit, making you turn to bite into your lip instead.

“Fuck- Like he didn’t see you were mine. All mine. I don’t share very well, either.”

His hand reached to cover your mouth, his other falling to your clit and rubbing circles into the swollen bud. Your moans vibrated against his hand and before he knew it, you were shaking, cumming over his cock.

Your hips jutted against him, making him grunt into your spine. “Good fucking girl.”

Pulling out, he stroked himself a few times, squirting into your panties-- that were tight around your thighs-- and smirking to himself. His knot would deflate along with his cock, but until then, he would enjoy the show of his cum lacing your pretty underwear. Without another word, he tucked himself back into his shorts, soon hoisting your own underwear and shorts up your hips. You hissed at the new sensation but said nothing, moving to lean back onto your alpha. His hands massaged your hips while he held onto you, making sure you’d be okay to walk.

He even ignored his buzzing phone for a minute, letting you pick it up and show him. He wanted to growl at the message.

Pisshead Miya: If your done turning this place into a whore house, we gotta game to play

#alpha/beta/omega #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/beta/omega AU #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu omegaverse #alpha suna #suna x reader #alpha suna rintaro #alpha suna rintaro x omega reader #alpha suna x omega reader #suna rintaro x you #haikyuu #custard writes

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holdingforgeneralhugs · 3 years ago

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Emmaaa❤️❤️ may I request a headcanon where the easy boys fell in love with a shy reader? Maybe with Bull, Tab, Luz, Speirs Babe and Malarkey? Thank you❤️ love you

Aaahhh Fran my dear, what a great way to start off my birthday week tysm for sending one in💓

Bull Randleman:

Bull is super protective of you, always has been.

He got 10 million times more protective when he realises he's head over ass in love with you.

He's always there, always got your back no matter what.

He likes that you're most comfortable when you're with him, makes him feel like he's special.

When he was stuck in that barn in Holland, separated from everyone, thinking about you was the only thing that kept his strength up.

Its then he decides he has to tell you how he feels.

He's pretty direct about it, he doesn't want to beat around the bush with this.

"Look darlin', I ain't gonna mess around here, because to be completely honest I'm head over heels in love with you."

You get all blushy and stuttery and he thinks it's probably the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

He can tell you're flustered, so he grabs your cheeks in his hands and rubs his thumbs over them gently.

"Can I kiss ya darlin'?" He asks softly

You can't even speak you're so surprised, so you nod and he leans in and kisses you slowly, not wanting to rush anything and ruin the perfect moment.

"Hell Bull," you giggle, "I've been hoping you'd say something for ages."

"And why didn't you say anything, huh?" He laughed.

"Because I was too scared you'd turn me down."

"Well," he sighed, kissing your forehead, "I just can't quite believe I ever gave you the impression I'd turn you down. Guess I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you from now on."

Floyd Talbert

Tab is a total flirt

He's all cheesy pickup likes at first and they make you blush like hell but you'll never give him the satisfaction of laughing at them because they're so ridiculous.

But he takes your blushing as encouragement so he keeps going for weeks until eventually he gets a giggle out of you and it makes all his efforts worthwhile because you have the most lovely laugh.

After that you start getting to know each other a little better, and you start to get closer.

He's delighted when you start to open up and share more with him.

It kind of hits him like a slap in the face that shit, he's in love love you.

He's a total softie with you

He's quite subtle about it at first. He does small nice things for you; makes you coffee, gives you half his k ration when supplies are low.

He's surprisingly reluctant to profess his feelings for you. He thinks there's no way you'll see him as anything other than a friend.

Chuck tells him he's an idiot, that you've clearly got feelings for him too and be should just tell you already.

So he does...in the most muddled way possible. It all kinda comes out like word vomit.

"So-I-Just-wanna-tell-you-I-think-you're-wonderful-and-I'm-a-little-bit-in-love-with-you."

You're dumbfounded, and you can't quite comprehend what he's just said.

"Wait," you whisper, "are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah," he laughs, "I've kinda got it really bad for you."

You giggle and blush like hell, and he grins like an idiot because he loves that giggle so much

"How about I take you out for dinner sometime?" He asks cheekily, and his grin widens when you blush harder and agree to go.

He saunters over to you and plants a quick kiss on your lips, before putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you off, pointedly ignoring Chucks wolf whistles when the two of you walk past him.

George Luz

George is the biggest flirt around, and he makes no secret in the fact he likes you.

He goes out of his way to compliment you; tells you that you make Rita Hayworth look plain, that you make sunshine look dull.

The more he makes you blush, the harder he tries. He knows he can crack your shy shell and find the gem underneath.

He's a big fan of cheesy movie quotes, which you adamantly refuse to indulge him with, but he keeps trying nonetheless.

He's tried them all, so he decides this time to pull out all the stops and be as direct about his feelings as possible.

"See that's what's wrong with you," he starts smoothly, "you should be kissed, and often. And by someone who knows how."

He pauses for a second to judge your reaction, and when he sees you smiling he sweeps you into a dramatic dip and kisses you passionately, Clarke Gable style.

He quite literally swept you off your feet, and he knows it too.

Once he knows he's successfully gotten your attention for real, he softens. He dials down the flamboyant flirting and instead he just talks to you and gets to know you for real.

He loves to cuddle you in close and have whispered conversations for hours.

He's very affectionate too, always has to be holding your hand or have his arm around you.

He brings you out of your shell, his enthusiasm and fun nature is so infectious you can't help but be swept up by it and join in on the fun.

Ronald Speirs

Ron is incredibly different when he's with you, much to everyone's surprise.

He laughs with you, like....a lot.

At first you were very cautious with him. You'd heard the stories and weren't too sure what to make of him.

But when you get to know him you realise that he is totally different to what everyone said.

You found that he is really easy to talk to, and he has a wicked sense of humour.

He liked that you were a bit more quiet than others, it made you much easier for him to talk to.

He tells the most brilliant stories, and the two of you usually end up talking for hours about all sorts; history, movies, music, anything and everything.

Its obvious to everyone but you that he has feelings for you.

He thinks you must surely know, that it was completely obvious he'd fallen in love with you. I mean he spends all his free time with you, and he never talks to anyone else the way he does with you.

Lipton eventually realises that no, you don't actually have a clue how Speirs feels about you, so he tells him that you're oblivious.

Naturally Speirs is all action and matter of fact, so he decides to just tell you how he feels and see what happens.

He's kinda nervous despite outward appearances, but he'd never admit it to himself or anyone else.

So he literally just comes out and says it one day; no frills, no fuss.

You're disarmed by his straightforwardness. You'd hoped that he might return your feelings but you'd thought there was no way.

You've never seen him smile brighter than when you told him you returned his feelings.

He wasted no time after that; he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to a passionate kiss, his other hand cupping your jaw.

Everyone was delighted you'd mellowed out ole Sparky a little, but of course nobody was brave enough to say it out loud in case he found out.

Babe Heffron

Babe....is a bit of a mess around you.

He tries to act all cool and smooth, but he's really a total disaster because he's so distracted staring at you.

When you first start getting to know each other he does most of the talking. He's nervous as hell around you so his mouth just keeps going.

Lucky for him though you find it endearing, and it helps you feel more comfortable with him so you start to open up too.

After that he prefers to listen instead of talk, because he's fascinated by everything you tell him.

You're two peas in a pod, and everyone thinks you're a miracle worker because you've managed to get Babe to stop talking for 5 minutes.

Its clear to everyone that the guy is totally in love with you, they're just waiting for him to do something about it.

So of course Bill is the one to tell him to get his act together.

"Get your goddamn head out of your ass Babe and stop acting like a lovesick puppy. Go tell her you love her and get the goddamn girl."

It takes him awhile, and he really has to gear himself up to do it. He's attempted to say it so many times but he keeps chickening out.

One night you two are hanging out just the two of you and he manages to get it out.

He stutters like hell, but you think it's seriously adorable, and you're grinning like an idiot by the time he's finished.

"Well, don't leave me hanging," he says nervously, "do you feel the same or...?"

You say nothing, instead leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly.

You're both blushing like two cherry tomatoes, but you're smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

Then you're even more inseparable. Bill thinks you're joined at the hip or something.

You're really cute together though, always holding hands or cuddled up.

What you don't see is that Babe rarely takes his eyes off of you, and he still looks like a lovesick puppy but honestly he couldn't care less.

Don Malarkey

Don tries to act all cool when the boys are around, but when he's alone with you he's much quieter.

It's those quiet moments alone together that you enjoy the most.

He's a great listener, and he has a gentle way of pushing you to open up and be yourself with him.

You guys grow close pretty quickly, and start spending more and more time together.

He finds himself getting lost in conversations with you, and getting distracted staring at you.

He realises one day when you're telling a funny story about your childhood and he hears your wonderful laugh that he's totally in love with you.

He doesn't say anything for awhile, thinking it all over. He contemplates if he should even tell you or not because there's a chance you'll laugh I'm his face and tell him no way in hell.

Eventually he decides to screw it and just tell you. But he's not gonna just come out and say it, he's gotta do some kinda gesture. But nothing too overly dramatic because you wouldn't like that.

So he turns up to meet you with a bunch of flowers he picked himself, and he's been trying to fix his hair for the last goddamn half hour.

He's got a speech prepared and everything, but he's pretty sure he's forgotten half of it.

"Look I...I don't know if you feel the same or anything but...I just want you to know that I am head over heels in love with you. And I don't expect you to return the feelings or anything but I'm hoping you'll give me a chance."

You could tell he was nervous about the whole thing, and it was quite possibly the most endearing thing you'd ever seen in your life.

You took the flowers from him and placed them on a side table quickly before jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.

"Woah," he chuckles, "I'm taking this as a good sign then."

You pulled back your head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes happily, nodding your agreement.

He eyes crinkled when he smiles and he leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.

Its clear to everyone how perfect you are for each other; you calm his wilder side and he brings out your more outgoing side.

Well there you have it! Hope you all like it and ilysm Fran thanks so much for such a fun request to kick off the birthday week fun💕

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @geniedocroe @generousdreamlanddestiny @sunsetmando @cagzzz107 @howunexpectedlyso @alejodi0nysus @sunflowerchuck

#band of brothers #bob #bull randleman #floyd talbert #george luz #ronald speirs #ron speirs #babe heffron #don malarkey #band of brothers x reader #hbo band of brothers #band of brothers fandom #band of brothers imagine #holdingforgeneralhugs #birthdayweekbonanza

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arrowflier · 3 years ago

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Arrow write the mickey spotting ian and kev fic challenge!

Had to do this while it was still topical lol, so here goes.

The first time was an accident. Well, sort of.

"Ian can help with that," Mickey offered, watching Kev struggle to shift kegs and pour drinks at the same time.

"Thanks man," Kev grunted, hoisting another keg. He waddled with it along the length of the bar, body hidden behind the counter, and set it down with a heavy thunk.

"Not easy though," he added as he straightened. "Don't wanna make him strain somethin' before your wedding."

He waggled his eyebrows at Mickey, tongue stuck out, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

He knew exactly what would come next.

"You think I can't lift a keg?" Ian asked from the stool next him. His voice almost broke on the last word with sheer disbelief. "I'm not some skinny kid anymore, Kev, I just got out of prison for fuck's sake!"

"Cause there were plenty of kegs there to lift," Mickey muttered into his beer, and almost sent it splashing over the old stained countertop when Ian shoved his shoulder too hard.

"Just point me where you need me," Ian told Kev, puffing out his chest.

Kev eyed Ian, then Mickey, then Ian again. But ultimately, he shrugged, and tapped the top of the keg he had just put down.

"Uh, this guy here needs to go out back," he said. "Brought in the wrong one."

"On it," Ian said, and made his way to it. He bent over at the waist, his hands reaching for the handles, ass stuck out in his too-tight jeans.

Mickey tilted his head, and sipped his drink, admiring the view.

"Whoa, whoa, not like that!" Kev said from behind the bar, arms out. "You're gonna hurt yourself, man."

"Then how," Ian forced out between gritted teeth, still leaning over, "would you suggest I do this?"

Kev came around, whacked Ian in the back until he let go and straightened with a huff. Then he took up position at another keg alongside the first.

"Lift with your legs, kid," he said, and dropped into a half squat right in front of Mickey's face.

Oh.

"Like this?" Ian relented, assuming position next to Kev, broad back stretched and straight over bent legs and strong thighs.

Oh.

Kev and Ian each hoisted their kegs, beginning their awkward walk away toward the back, and Mickey leaned so far back on his stool he almost fell off.

Well, he thought as he downed the last of his drink, eyes following two ridiculously built sets of shoulders strain their way across the room.

He could get used to seeing that.

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The second time, it was definitely on purpose. He had talked Ian into trying out KevFit after his own misadventure--he was not eager to keep working out on his own, but Ian kept wanting to do new shit together.

They were only one round in at the keg lift station, Ian already grunting and heaving and sweaty next to him, when Kev came by.

"Good form, Ian," he congratulated, clapping a hand on his shoulder hard enough to make him drop the half-filled keg with a clatter. "Way better than last time."

"Gee, thanks," Ian answered dryly, wiping his forehead with the hem of his thin workout tank, and Mickey had an epiphany.

"Hey, Kev," he said slowly, like the idea was just occurring to him, "You got all this equipment rigged up, but how are you on basics?"

Kev's brow furrowed, his muscled arms going slack at his sides.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like, pushups and jogging and shit," Mickey answered. "You know, the kind of stuff they do in the military."

He let his eyes widen, and turned them on Ian.

"Oh wait," he said, "that's kinda your thing, ain't it?"

Ian shrugged, looking confused.

"Uh, I guess?"

"Why don't you show Kev one of your old workouts?" Mickey suggested innocently. "He could add some things to the whole KevFit routine, maybe bring in more clients."

Kev perked up at that.

"Yeah, why not?" he said. "C'mon Ian, show me what you've got."

Five minutes later, Mickey was leaning against the "spring water" station, sipping from the flask he had snuck in from next door, watching two ridiculously tall, ridiculously strong fuckers take up half the open floor space doing increasingly impressive pushups. Right then, Ian had one arm behind his sweat-slicked back, Kev mirroring his form, and Mickey's eyes followed the rise and fall of their bodies with total focus.

"Excuse me," a wimpy, hipster-sounding dude said hesitantly from behind him, " but do you know when they're bringing out more waters?"

Mickey didn't even bother to look.

"Get lost," he answered, waving a hand in the guy's general direction. "Go drink outa the bathroom sink like a normal fucking person and let me watch my show."

---

The third time, he was pretty sure Ian was catching on.

Not that he cared, honestly--the view was fucking worth it.

"You call that a bench press?" He goaded his husband from behind the bench. "Kev's kickin' your ass, man, that's just embarassing."

Ian glowered, breath hissing out between his teeth as he pushed up again.

"I'm pretty much pressing you right now," he gritted out, "so I'm feeling pretty good about it, actually."

Mickey hid his grin behind a hand, feigning disinterest even as his eyes followed Ian's bulging arms up and down, lingering on the tight plane of his chest.

"Well he's pressing like two of me," Mickey countered, letting his eyes wander, "so you might wanna step it up, tough guy."

Sure enough, Kev's current weights were at least half again what Ian had, and he was doing an admirable job of lifting them considering that his gigantic self was too big for the bench. Mickey hadn't considered that when he invited Kev to check out the gym at their new place; it was designed for recreational exercise, not fucking seven foot tall body builders. The man's legs stretched out awkwardly off the bottom of the bench, knees bent but stuck up far too high for proper form. His broad shoulders dwarfed the other end, making it look like his upper body was just suspended there.

Mickey licked his lips, watching the shift of muscles under Kev's tanned skin--thank the lord the man shared his aversion to sleeves--and almost got chinned when he leaned too far over Ian's station.

The bar slotted into place without his help, Ian sitting up and wiping his face with a hand.

"Why don't you spot him for a while, then," Ian said. "While I go hit the shower."

He stood, making his way to the door, and Mickey paused, torn.

"Or I could give you a practical demonstration of my ability to lift you," Ian added over his shoulder, and Mickey was making his excuses to their guest and chasing after him before Kev could even finish another rep.

---

Ian never brought it up, after that, but Mickey still decided to cool it, just a little. Ian had seemed a little jealous, at the gym, although you'd never have known it by the things he said later--bet you like it when people look like they can throw you around, Mick--and Mickey did not need to throw a wrench into their marriage just for a little extra eye candy.

But then they were all at the pool together, the Gallaghers plus Mickey, plus Tami, plus Kev and Vee, and he really couldn't help it.

"Damn our men are hot," Tami had commented, sitting in a white plastic chair next to Mickey.

Mickey leaned back with a grin, taking a swig of lukewarm beer, and said, "You think that's hot?" nodding to where Ian and Lip were splashing each other over Franny's head in the shallow end.

"Watch this," he finished, and cupped a hand over his mouth to help his voice carry.

"Hey Ian," he shouted. "Bet Kev could beat you in a race."

"Hell yeah!" Kev called back from where he was manning the grill. "Name the time, man!"

Mickey could see Ian roll his eyes, and worried for the briefest of moments that his husband was done humoring him. But after a brief, hushed word with his brother, Ian was swimming to the side of the pool nearest Kev, saying "right now, backstroke, three laps," and Mickey was falling in love all over again.

"You do this a lot?" Tami asked, amused, as Kev stripped off his shirt and jumped in to take his place at the wall of the pool.

Mickey waited until they were off, arms wheeling wildly through the water and sending the sparkling spray onto sculpted, heaving chests, to answer.

"Define a lot," he said, not looking away from the spectacle as Ian and Kev hit the wall and turned, their swimsuits flashing through the water.

Tami snickered.

"Got it," she said, then, "thanks for sharing the wealth."

The race finished, Ian and Kev lifting themselves out of the pool, water running down their bodies as they clasped hands and went in for a shoulder-slapping bro hug. Ian looked back to where Mickey sat, and smirked.

"No problem," Mickey murmured, watching closely.

Ian leaned up to say something into Kev's ear, and Mickey squinted, like that would somehow help him hear it.

"Ogling the competition, Milkovich?" Lip's voice came from behind, and Mickey nearly fell out of his chair.

"The fuck are you talkin about?" he demanded, twisting around in his chair to look at Lip's knowing smirk.

"Nothing," Lip answered innocently. "Just noticed you've been watching Kev a lot lately."

Mickey scowled.

"And what's it to you?" he challenged. "Nothing at all," Lip said. "Just an observation." His grin widened. "And a distraction."

Mickey's eyes narrowed.

"A distraction from wha--argh!"

He cut off as he was lifted by two pairs of string arms, familiar ones wrapped under his own and different, strong hands holding his feet. He flailed, barely registering the flash of green eyes and a mostly bald head, before he hit the water with a splash.

By the time he surfaced, snorting chlorinated pool water out of his nose, it was to see two grinning faces looking down at him.

"Thought you might need to cool off after watching us," Ian said with a grin, laughing when Mickey tried to splash water into his face.

"Next time you want a show," Kev added, "just ask, man." He waggled his eyebrows. "I learned a few things when I worked that gay club."

Ian laughed again at Mickey's shocked expression.

"You need to work on your poker face, Mick," he said. "But it's okay, we don't mind."

He winked, then turned to walk away, leaving Mickey floating in the pool. Kev left with him, hips swaying slightly, and Mickey bit his lip and watched them go.

"Really?" Lip asked from the side of the pool, sounding disgusted, and Mickey just shrugged without looking back.

After all, if they didn't mind...

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