#and then those two assholes turn up again and break into his house and effectively burn it down after stealing his stuff...

[y-rhywbeth2]

Hello, I have two questions for you: first, may I borrow your idea that the Undercity is a crashed Netherese city for a fic, and second, how would you like the idea credited if it's okay to use?

Sure, and I have no preferences. Probably an unhelpful answer, sorry.

Although if you plan on using the nation/city I mentioned in that headcanon it's worth noting that I need to correct something I got slightly wrong: Rdiuz is the state the city would've belonged to, so the Undercity itself would not have been called Rdiuz.

I don't know how many Enclaves (as the flying cities are called) there are, though there were probably at least seven seeing as in order to become an archmage in Netheril you had to have created a mythallar and an Enclave, and Rdiuz had seven Crown-Sorcerers. Meigg is the only named one.

[gyusfavlibra]

TURN THE NIGHT AROUND| PARK JIMIN

Pairings: Jimin x gn reader! Non-idol au.

Warnings: Language, cheating, food waste, stranger danger, public embarrassment

Word Count: 2.6K

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"You're breaking up with me?"

Right inside the restaurant, you sat across from each other. You felt as if you dressed almost too nice for the occasion.

"I just think it's best. I mean- I'm about to be a defense attorney. You're working in an office building," he appointed. "Besides, your favorite movie is Twilight. Mine is X-men. They don't even correlate."

Your brushed out brows frowned. How can movie likes even be included right bow.

"What do movies have to do with how I feel about you and our relationship."

"Everything. We're just not meant to be, Y/n. I'm sorry."

The largest scoff you think you have ever exposed came out of your system. Followed by rolling your eyes.

"You know, you weren't saying this two weeks ago when you were at my house begging to stay the night with me. All night you sat there soothing me and telling me we were soulmates."

"Well, in the past two weeks, things have changed."

Your eyes then widened. "What's changed? Me working? I gotta make a living somehow, Chan."

You both what the true answer behind this was. You weren't stupid. And he wasn't a good topic avoider.

"Just come out with it."

Chan chuckled to ease the fear boiling in his stomach. "I found someone else. Someone who can fit my every day needs."

You had never been so sarcastically shocked. Another person? Where did she come from? What's she like? What does she have that you haven't already gotten or given.

Although if the last question could be answered, it'd be appreciated.

"So, you've been with someone else behind my back. This whole time."

"Not technically."

"Yes. You have. What the hell?"

"Y/n, you're making this hard."

"Is it not suppose to be? Jeez, how much of a jerk can you really be."

"Name calling isn't needed," he chuckled again. Feeling a hinge of regret doing it in the scenery he chose. Maybe he had thought doing it in a public area would be easier because he felt you wouldn't make a scene. Not wanting to feel embarrassed.

But, boy, was he wrong.

"Can you just tone it down a bit?"

"Tone it down? You want me to turn it down?"

"That would be great."

You rubbed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, scoffing at the absolute nonsense you were being forced to hear for the past few minutes. The anger now boiling hotter inside of you instead. So mad at him and at yourself for getting your hopes up about the night going well.

So, instead of giving into him completely, you stood.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

You reached over the circled table that held the food, drinks, napkins, and silverware.

But, out of all those things, you picked up your bowl of warm Ramen. Before the asshole could turn back and stop you, the whole dish of noodles was tossed right onto his figure.

The soup soaking his dress shirt. The noodle tangling in his hair and his lap. You can seem the steam generating off him.

People around them gasped. Totally shocked to see such misbehaving actions in such a nice place.

"What the hell, Y/n?"

"Fuck you! You can have your preppy lawyer girlfriend and stupid test court cases. Which I hope you fail by the way. And I sure as help hope you burn in hell."

Leaving it at that, you left the restaurant. Grabbing your things to carry with you.

Your chest felt empty. Mind was racing along with your heart. The breeze outside didn't even care to help you cool down from the humidity indoors.

You walked to the window off the side, sitting on the ledge of a cement wall. You were glad you finally sat down. Not sure how much longer you could take it with your anxiety and painful ass heels.

Tears were forming. A few actually succeeding to fall. Your nose runny from the bruning effect that took action from you becoming tearful.

How had you actually been so blind to see it all along? Had work actually been so distracting that you didn't even notice he had being betraying you?

You were disappointed. In yourself mainly. Felt as if it was your fault because you worked so much. So much that he had time to find someone else. How pathetic you felt sitting here crying over that asshole.

You wiped your tears. Using the sleeves of your jacket to clear any stains or wetness the dripped it puddles in your lap.

"'Scuse me-"

A unknown presence had joined themself into your space. Bending slightly to make sure you could actually hear whatever it is they were planning to say. The cologne radiating off their body was strong.

Not at all like what Chan wears. You lifted your head, giving them your full attention by making eye contact to the body.

"Sorry to bother you, but you don't happen to have a lighter do you?"

You were taking quite a second to process. Too mesmerized by those beautiful eyes of the guy who had approached you.

His dark haired mullet like hairstyle so memorizing.

Along with the mini smile he held. His teeth were pearly white. He seemed so full of joy it made you almost wanna smile just for the hell of it.

You felt ridiculous staring at him in such a way.

"Oh- sorry."

You sniffle, reaching into your pocket to pull out a green lighter you kept for other uses besides smoking. Like candle or survival reasons.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I'll be right back."

The guy walked to the other side of the dark brick designed street. He seemed to have at least six friends standing in front of two large black suv's. One with LED lights. The other with none, but it did have silver trim to the doors.

As you scanned each of the members of the friend group, your phone buzzed in your hand. You turned the screen on. Using your finger print to unlock the device.

A message notification being the most recent announcement.

Him❤

I'm sorry it ended like this.

read

Him❤

I hope you got home safely.

read

Him❤

I'll have a friend come get my things tomorrow afternoon from your place. Please don't burn them!

read

You rolled her eyes growling at the messages he had the nerve to sense. Burn them? I'll do worse than burning them. "You dick."

"I'm sorry?"

You almost jumped at the same voiced that called to you just moments ago. Him standing next to you again. You sighed. He was holding out your lighter. Sending a smile, taking it back.

"Oh- thank you. And that wasn't directed towards you, by the way. It's for someone else."

He smiled. "Can I ask who then?"

"My asshole of a ex who just dumped me, and then had to audacity to text me and ask me not to burn his belongings."

The brunette chuckled. "Oh, damn."

"I know right. Such a douchebag. Maybe I should burn his things. And then drive to the pacific ocean and throw them in it. That's what he gets for cheating on me."

"That's crazy."

You looked at the guy. His hands in his pockets. "Too much?"

"Oh! No, you do you. I just meant, he must be real crazy to cheat on someone as beautiful as you. Well- someone as psycho as you, but beautiful."

The biggest blush grew on your cheeks as the stranger you had just met a couple minutes ago had complimented you. Thank God it was dark outside. He had your back in the situation. Telling you to do you as you came up with revenge scenarios.

Choosing to not show much since you did just get dumped, you tilted your head. "Thanks."

He held a hand out. "I'm Jimin."

You held his hand, passing a shake. "I'm Y/n."

"So, Y/n, what's so wrong with you that this guy thinks it's okay to cheat?"

"I don't know. He says I don't fit him. Because he's a law student and i'm...well I'm me. Working in a office building 24/7. Trying to fend for myself. He says the other girl fits him so I assume she's also a law student."

He scratched his nape. "Wait so- he's going around being unloyal because you're trying to make a living with what you have?"

You nodded. "Pretty much."

"That's so stupid."

"Tell me about. Not to mention, I get the feeling he brought me to a public place to break up so I wouldn't cause a scene."

Jimin put his hands together as if he was praying or making a wish. "Please, tell me you made a scene. Tell me that, and make me proud."

"Oh I poured my food on him and his 300 dollar dress shirt. I really hope it stains."

"That's awesome. You're freaking awesome."

Normally you would feel bad, but after he decided to show HIS true colors, where's the harm for her to do so. You get what you give. Emotionally and physically said.

"It's normal to not feel bad, right?"

"Why feel bad? He brought it on himself. And even though, I barely know you, I can tell, he's gonna regret it sooner or later. And guess what, he won't get you back because now you see who he truly is. You can see what will come out again if he was ever around again. You'll be strong. Just like tomorrow. You'll have the chance to slam the door in the face like he did to you tonight."

You pursed your lips before slightly smiling. "You really think so?"

"I know so. He didn't deserve you."

Feeling the huge wave of confidence and relief wash over you like you were sitting at the edge of the water at the beach. Waves coming in hot.

This night started out as a complete mess just by one stupid ex who played you out like a total idiot, and yet, a total stranger had somehow turned it all around for you. With just simple words.

All of the six friends you counted out had walked over to the duo. One wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulder. He was much taller.

"Jimin, you rea- oh hi!"

You waved to the tall figure with platinum blonde hair and very clear dimples that made his smile even prettier. Same to the rest who had passed the favor. "Hello."

"I'm Namjoon. That's Taehyung, Yoongi, Jungkook, Hobi, and Jin."

"Y/n. Nice to meet you all."

Jimin turned to the guys. "Y/n's boyfriend just dumped them. Dude's an asshole.

One with a black mid length hair and a eyebrow piercing had risen eyebrows. "Really?"

You nodded.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Just wasn't meant to be."

Jimin smiled. Namjoon turning to the brunette. "Everybody's already there. And they're waiting on us."

"OK! Okay! We can go."

Namjoon, threw a excited fist into the hair, causing you to giggle in your spot on the ledge. He turned to you, pointing with his finger as if he was gonna call you out.

"Hey Y/n, you've had a bad night. Wanna join us."

Just as you were about to quickly deny,, the guy that was smoking earlier nodded. "You should. Really."

"What is it?"

"My friends and I are about to head to a club to drink and dance. Karaoke game and stuff. We do it every Friday when we don't have a work schedule. It's fun. You should come with."

"No, no. I don't wanna intrude on your guys' night."

"You're not! And it's not even a guy night. Tons of cool people will be there. Join us!" The one Namjoon had introduced as Hobi spoke out.

You contemplated. Giving it much thought. Especially since they had just met. But somehow, even being new meters, you felt a safe connection to the individual. And his friend was very welcoming. Gentle.

"If you don't join us, there's a chance Jimin will be a buzz kill. So we beg, please come. And there'll be a bunch of handsome men, like me obviously, there to make you feel better."

Jimin smacked his friend who had chuckled while almost flying into a few of them. He turned held a hand out once again in front of you. "What do you say?"

You let out a joyful huff before giving into the boy you had grown so fond of. Placing your hand in his soft and small ones. "Fine."

They all cheered. Heading towards the trucks, Four gathered in one and four in the other. Jimin held your hand all the way to vehicle and sat with you in the back.

At some apologizing for the physicality, but you assured him it was totally okay.

"This place is huge."

"Yeah, it's popular in the area," Jimin responds back into your ear. The music too loud for you to speak farther in distance. His breath tickled your neck.

"Wanna drink?"

You nodded. Following him to the bar. You sat in the wooden stools that had red cushions tied to the corners.

"2 cokes please," he orders to the bartender. You were to busy scanning the ceiling too even realize his was watching you closely. Cheek resting on his hand.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing."

"What is it?" you asks again.

"I'm just...trynna figure out how anyone would ever hurt someone so special like you."

There goes the deep clushing again. No thanks to white bar lights reflecting on your face. He can definitely see how flustered you are.

"You've known me for an hour."

"And I already feel like I know so much."

The drinks land in front of you. The brunette pushing one over to you. You recieve it with a smile. To ease the tension, you choose to pass on an unintentional joke.

"Careful, Jimin. You keep talking like that I might get the wrong idea and assume you're flirting with me."

You didn't realize exactly what you said until it came out. Expecting a speed denial, instead you receive a chuckle. Jimin's eyes panning to his glass.

His fingers grip the straw and twirl the red straw around. Ice clinking against the cup.

"I must be sending out the right signals then," he said just loud enough for you to hear.

You cough.

Jimins lays his hand on your back. Patting it gently. "You okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

You wave. "You- you didn't. Just surprised me."

He chuckled again. Rubbing shapes against your covered spine instead of patting. "Is your night better?"

"Much."

The now close proximity between you too became smaller and smaller the more he moved closer to you. Part of you wanted to run, screaming that you just met him. You'll get fooled again.

As for the other part, it's telling you to just do you. Nothing's ever permanent. Just enjoy the night. You deserved it.

"Y/n," he called, "Can I ask for a favor in return?"

You hesitated before nodding slightly. Almost to softly that it didn't even seem like a reply.

His soft handle landed on your burning cheek. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone. Closer. Closer.

He was gonna kiss you.

An inch between you. That's all that was left. You were ready. You braced yourself by each second.

And just when you thought it was coming, he chuckled, kissing your cheek instead with his nice pink lips. "Be yourself tonight. And don't leave my side. Okay?"

You smiled, partially fake. The disappointment hidden quite well. But thank god it didn't happen, maybe kissing on the first meet wasn't such a good idea. At least not on your radar.

"Let's go dance."

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[redhead-writes]

Another day to survive

Starting this year off with some angstier stuff and also me making Bradley as asshole again as @pollyna says. Was inspired by the dagger squads first meeting in the Hard Deck.

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd had a front seat in lovers or ex lovers tiff in Hard Deck bar. He put his money on the second one. Both men had absolute disregard for each other's feelings. They wanted to hurt the other as deeply as possible. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw had hit the nerve and so Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin backed away, and slipped out.

Hangman hasn’t been kindest to him just a few minutes ago but if this is what the pilot is carrying around. Well, this could end badly for all of them in the sky. Also Bob could relate to Hangman. His break up with ex wasn’t the cleanest. He still carried reminders of it and nightmares that plagued his sleeping hours. Maybe helping Hangman could help him. With that thought in mind he ordered whiskey on rocks for Hangman, that seemed to sooth Wolfman’s nerves. Possibly it will work on this Texas boy, too.

Robert found Jake sitting on the beach, looking into the dark ocean. Hangman looked up when Bob came to stand up next to him, stretching out hand with glass in it to the sitting man. “That seemed rough and I think you need this to soothe your nerves,” said Bob, offering the glass. Jake looked at him in distrust. “I didn’t poison it, if you are afraid of that. It seems to help one Texas man I know, so I thought it would help you, too.”

“Sorry! Not used to people being kind to me.” Jake told Bob, taking the glass gratefully. He took a sip from glass and felt the whiskey warmth spreading through his body, soothing his frazzled nerves. Bradshaw really did get him good this time. Jake really was puzzled how he loved this man once. “Thanks for the drink! You should not have done it.”

“Nahh…I really should have. No one should be dealing with an arsehole ex alone. Even if you yourself are a piece of work.”

“How did….How did you know?” quietly asked Jake, taking another sip. Bob plopped down next to Hangman

“I believe our whole squad knows. Simply, I have my own ugly break up and I would not want to work with my ex. Not that he will be allowed to work for a long time. Still you need more people in your corner than only Coyote.”

“Thank you again! Still this won’t change the way I act when the others are around.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, Hangman. But be ready to get back as good as you give.”

“You are on, Bob.” answered Jake, using his huge megawatt smile on Robert.

Then came a shout of two older men's voices: “BOBBY!” They sounded happy to have spotted the man. Then this huge doberman pinscher attacked Robert, licking his face like there is no tomorrow.

“Bono! Stop, Bono.” Bobby tried to get through his laughs. “Yes, I missed you too, buddy.” Doberman seemed to turn his attention to Jake as did the two older men that were coming closer to them.

“Jake, this is my dog Bono. He is an ex-K9 but generally he is the sweetest boy ever.” said Bob, petting the dog who has sat down in front of  Robert. “Those two loud shouters are commanders Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe - Neven and Rick ‘Hollywood’ Neven - Wolfe. I am living in their house because…”

“Because we are protective bastards of our favorite WSO. Happy to see you have made friends already, Bobby.” Wolfman finished Bob’s sentence, coming into the light that was coming from the bar with Hollywood's arm over his shoulders. Hangman could gap as fish out of the water.

“Happy to still have that effect on younger pilots.” said Hollywood who chuckled at the blonde pilot whose eyes were shining. “I thought everyone had forgotten about our class of Top Gun.”

“Holly here likes to be praised constantly. But what is your name, boy?”

It made the pilot jump up from his sitting position and salute two men. These were legends in front of him. Robert was slower to get up and Bono also now had gotten on all four.

“Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, sirs.”

“Ahhh…can I hear the Texan there?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Bobby, I see your taste in men has gotten better. Knew that living with us would rub off on you.” chuckled Rick. That got both Leonard and Bob punching him in the shoulders. Bono just barked at him. “No one appreciates my jokes. I feel betrayed.” Hollywood said, acting hurt by these events. No surprise about his callsign really. Rick took one look at Robert and softened. The younger man still hadn’t fully recovered from the break up. “Let’s get to the car, Robert. Allow Texan men to chat for some time.”

Wolfman looked the younger man up and down. Calculating if he could ask this favor from this man in front of him. He for sure would not ask Bradley because the boy had cut ties with all of them. Robert was too fragile to be trusted in the hands of a man who needs therapy for the last 20 years. Bobby seemed to trust this man but the lieutenant in front of him had cocky energy about himself.

“Can I ask something from you, Lieutenant Seresin?” asked Leonard, taking a gamble here. He wasn’t like Maverick but this time he will need to trust his gut and Robert’s judgment.

“Of course, Sir!”

“Keep an eye on Bobby for me and Rick. We can’t be there for him while he is training. I don’t know how much he has talked about his break up with you.”

“Only that it was a nasty one. I myself am going through one.” That made Wolfman look at the younger man again, finding similarities with Bobby.

“Hmmm…let me guess Bradshaw?”

“Are you all like psychics?”

“No, simply we are good at reading people. Comes in handy when you work with young pilots who think hiding stuff from you will get them further. So will you keep an eye on Robert for us?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Here will be my card. There is also adresse of our house. If you need someone to talk with, we are here for that, too. We have enough life experience.”

With that Wolfman turned around, going back to his family. He was happy that someone would keep an eye on Bobby while in training. Now Leonard understood Pete better than he did before.

It has been a tiring training session as all of them seemed to be. Jake had spent an extra 30 minutes under the hot running water. Those 30 minutes was exactly what he needed. He came into the dressing room to face someone's back that was covered in two long scars. They looked perfectly straight, making Hangman’s stomach churn. They still looked so fresh. All things he was carrying tumbled out of his arms, cluttering loudly in the silence of the dressing room. Other man turned out to reveal his identity. It was Robert who had pressed his back to the locker, trying to blend in with it.

“Bobby?” choked out Jake. After their conversation on the beach, Jake had been an avid visitor of the Wolfe-Neven household. Wolfman made mean ribs like back at home. Also Leonard gave him one of his cowboy hats from the collection because how there can be Texan without a hat here. Robert and Bono also seemed to be warming up to Jake. Bono allowed Jake to play with him while Bob laughed in the background when Jake lost to Bono in the tug war. Hangman had found a place to call home away from home. Now he knew why Wolfman wanted him to keep an eye on this man. Some pieces clicked in Hangman’s mind. “Did…did your ex do that to you?” The other man just nodded, still acting as wallpaper to the locker.

“Will you tell everyone?”

“No, oh God, no. Bobby, you have to know me better than this now. But I would like to know what happened? I have to know who to keep an eye for.”

“I know you, Jake, I do. Fear sometimes is too much.”

“Then let’s get you to safety. Will get dressed and call Leonard to have your fave food on the ready.” 

Bono was by the passenger door when they got to the house. Jake helped Robert out of the car. Bob still was weak from the anxiety attack he had in the locker room. Jake had wrapped him in a blanket even if it was summer outside. He hasn’t told anyone except Wolfman, Hollywood and navy police about what happened. Wolfman had talked with Admiral Kazansky so this accident wouldn’t cause trouble for his career. Next thing Bob knew he was assigned to this mission at Top Gun. He was grateful for two older men. He had to keep paying for his grandma's old people's home.

“We shall eat first and then we can talk.” said Hangman, helping Bob inside the house. Bono close by, not leaving his owner's side. 

Jake and Leonard got Bobby to eat and drink some gatorade. Bob has ended trembling from shock. Bono and Robert led Jake to the deck that went out to the lovely garden. Leonard made himself scarce. He had to go to Icemavs house for their annual dinner. Hollywood is going to meet him here. Now he trusted Jake. The boy has proved to be a good addition to their weird trio and also helping Bobby to be more calm. 

Robert and Jake sat down in lounge chairs. Bono laid down between both chairs to support both men. Bob sighed and started talking: “My ex-boyfriend was my pilot. Dustin, some admiral's son that never faced consequences from his actions. Daddy saving his arse every time. He was not the first pilot I flew with but the first one I clicked with. I know you don’t know that feeling because you are too individualistic. Hollywood was the one who pushed for us to be put together. Wolfman was more cautious, something bothering him but then we proved to be an amazing team in the air. So he backed up, that is what I thought but he ain’t called Wolfman for nothing. After a few months of dancing around each other we started to date. I thought he was in love with me, I really did Jake. Holly and Wolf knew about us.” Jake turned in his chair to look at Robert. The younger man looked so tortured right now that it made the blonde man reach out and squeeze Robert’s hand.. Hangman opened mouth to say something but Bob continued on with his story. “So Bono came into my life after a month of relationship with Dustin. Leo gifted me this ex-K9 dog that didn’t allow my boyfriend to get close to me. Bono had to live outside the house when Dustin was around which started making me suspicious. So one day Dustin left my housing and I let Bono in the house. He straight up went to the closet used by Dustin and scraped at the doors.”

Jake thought he had an idea what exactly Bono, ex-K9 dog could have found in the closet of Dustin’s but he had to allow Robert to tell it at his own pace without distractions. He only gave a squeeze to Bob’s hand, knowing that the hardest part is coming. The part where Bobby got the scars from his ex-boyfriend. Bradley had left scars on his heart but remembering what Robert said when they sat on the beach.It seemed like a kids game.

“So I found these bags and bags of pills in my housing closet. I knew that Bono’s reaction said those were some kind of drugs. I called Wolfman when bedroom doors opened and Dustin walked in. He stuck Bono in the bathroom. There was nothing left of the man I loved and only then I realized it. I tried to talk him into going to therapy and telling Wolfman himself. He just laughed in my face. I knew it was no use so I tried to run but he caught me, pinning me to the floor. He used the knife I gave him on our first anniversary to cut those lines. He said he wants to play tick tack toe on my back. When he finished the second line, Wolfman hit Dustin over the head with something heavy. That is what Hollywood told me. I didn’t ask for details. Hollywood sat with me in the hospital and they even allowed Bono in so I would feel safer because I didn’t believe anyone could keep Dustin in jail. Rick still feels so guilty over all this happening. I don’t blame him. Wolfman was the only one who saw through it all. Can you imagine he tried to frame me with him because pills were found in my housing? But whatever string Leonard pulled they gave me a restraining order, Dustin in jail at least for now and me away from Lemoore for now.”

“Do you think he will get out of jail soon enough?”

“Oh yeah, his dad will make sure of it. Here I am under Iceman so he or his father can’t touch me here. I know and have heard some of Wolf's convos they are digging under his dad and Cain. I believe this will end soon enough and I will finally feel safe.”

“I really hope you will, Bobby.”

After their talk, Jake did his own research to know his enemy better. It was his side quest in this mission. He promised to keep an eye on Bob and he can’t do that without knowing Dustin by face. Jake also had a talk with Leonard and Rick while Robert wasn’t at home not to worry him more. Hangman also got Javy to help him keeping an eye for Bobby. He knew his bestie would not ask too many questions for now. Jake promised to tell everything when time was right. Then both him and Robert had caught sight of Dustin in Hard Deck. It could have been someone similar to him, but Jake was not taking risks. Hangman had called Wolfman who had come with Bono and took Bobby away. Phoenix had this confused look on her face because when has her WSO become so close with Bagman. She will need to grill him. Then the day after the bird strike, he had seen Bradley talking with some man by his Bronco. This moment didn’t leave Jake’s mind. He wasn’t jealous anymore, he had gotten over Rooster along the way.

They had been back on land for two days. Robert’s grandma was going to visit Top Gun to see her grandson being awarded for successful suicide mission. Also the Mrs. Floyd wanted to meet this mysterious Hangman who had brought back her boys' laugh and smile. Hollywood was sent out to get Mrs. Floyd while Wolfman helped at the Top Gun. To be honest, Wolfman and Iceman were putting together the last bits of evidence against Dustin’s father and Cain but no one should know that for now.

The Dagger Squad was all present in Hard Deck, except Bob which had Jake ansty. He had talked with Robert and he was on his way. He had to be already here. Javy and Nat also were looking at the doors of the bar. Bob had told both pilots his story so Team Protect Bob had grown by two and Halo also could count in because what Phee knew, knew also Halo. Also Fanboy seemed to be close with Bob which meant both Mikey and Reuben kept eye on everyone's favorite WSO.

“Why are you all so worried about Bob? Probably he has a hot date. This dude had been asking around about him. I told him where to find Bob.” said Bradley and the rest of Dagger Squad's eyes turned to look at the taller man. Jake knew something was wrong about this statement. Wolf would call this Texan secret power and it was tingling right now in Hangman.

“What do you mean you gave a stranger Bob’s adresse, Rooster?” asked Phoenix and Halo at the same time, looking appalled by this disregard of their friends safety and privacy.

“He seemed to know Bob pretty well.”

Hangman pulled up a picture of Robert’s ex, putting phone in front of Rooster's face and asking through gritted teeth: “Did you tell this man Bob’s adresse?”

“Yeah, that is him. What about it, Hangman? Stalking Bob’s conquests. Reaching another low.”

“I could punch you right now, Rooster, but I don’t have time for that. If something fucking happens to Bobby because of you telling this sick bastard where he is, I will let Phoenix and Halo deal with you. You hear me, Rooster.” Jake told the taller man. Then he turned around and went to a bar where Penny was catering to bar patrons. One look at Jake made her reach for the phone.

“Call military police, Wolfman, Iceman, anyone, Penny. Tell them Dustin knows where Bob is. They will get it. I am going there. Also don’t let that chicken follow us. Call Maverick if you need to keep him here.”

“Jake, you are not going alone. We are still a team. You need all the reinforcement you can get. I read Dustin's file.” said Halo, keeping a steady hand on Hangman's biceps.

“Okay! You are driving because I don’t think me or Phoenix can right now.”

“I will get us all there as quickly as possible.”

When we stopped in front of the house, the gun going off made the air around them tremble. Then they heard a deep human howl of pain that didn’t sound like Bob at all. It got Jake in action, sprinting in the house to find Bobby on the floor with blood flowing from his shoulder. While Bono got his teeth in Dustin's arm where the gun had been. Jake got down near Bob’s injury and pushed on it with the hoodie he had worn today, keeping blood from leaving Bob's body. Hangman knew so much was going around them but Robert was his main priority right now.

“Hey, Bobby! Keep your eyes open for me. Only you would survive suicide mission and then get shot on land.”

Bob chuckled quietly but even that made his face scrunch in pain. Even though Bob was in pain, he reached with his good hand and put it on Hangman's cheek.

“From all the assholes I seem to fall in love with, you are the only one who hasn’t fucked up once.”

“Bobby, leave love confessions when you are not bleeding out on Hollywoods fancy carpet.”

“Wolfman will be happy that he finally can throw out this atrocity.”

“He will, he will but he would have been more happy if your blood wasn’t the reason for it. Also don’t forget you have to introduce me to your grandma and the rest of the squad.”

“Jake, the doctors are here.” shouted Javy who let the medics through. Jake was pushed away and helped by Payback to the kitchen where the man made him wash his hands from blood. Bobby was now in the hands of professionals and Dustin was arrested. Then it finally hit him, Bobby had proclaimed his love for him and feelings were mutual from Jake’s side. He didn’t know when it happened but along the way they had mended each other's hearts and fallen along the way. Right now was no time to think about it, right now Jake needed Bobby to survive today and all the days that follow.

[strangelysamantha]

bittersweet ☆

possessive!rafe x plus!sized reader.

warnings: crazy rafe, possessive and obsessive behavior, swearing, underage drinking, reader gets hurt, physical fight, ect.

words: 2,167.

summary: you went to a local party by the beach when rafes unstable side peeked out. jj maybank finds you alone, and decides to talk to you. rafe gets possessive and upset, thinking that jj was hitting on you.

request?: no :)

a/n: i’m working on requests but since my computer is down it’s taking longer because i hate typing on my phone especially because tumblr always deletes what i’ve written. i’m hopeful that my computer will be fixed by tomorrow, until then i’ll try and produce a few stories since i’ve been MIA for a few days. remember to like and comment if you enjoy this! <3

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“please just come with me.” rafe frowned as he sat on your porch pleading to you, telling you why you should go to a beach party with him. “why rafe?” you frown, not in a partying mood. instead, you would much rather stay home and do a movie marathon. “please baby, i swear i’ll make it up to you.” you roll your eyes at his begging. “fine, but only because you are so cute.” his eyes sparkle as a smile lifts on his lips, you pull him into a quick kiss.

you walk back inside to get dressed for the bonfire. rafe was wearing blue and orange, and you wanted to match him. so, you grabbed a pair of dark blue ripped jean shorts, and an orange v-neck. you apply some perfume and jewelry before putting on some shoes. just as you were finishing up, rafe walked into your room smirking. “awh, you wanted to match with me.” he smiled. despite you knowing his look was filled with adoration you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his long glance. “obviously, don’t you want people to know i’m yours?” you question him, waiting for his response. “well, matching clothes won’t change anything. everyone already knows.” you nod smiling before pulling him into a kiss.

once you pull away from the kiss, he grabs your hand and leads you to the car as he drives to the beach. his hand finding its way on your thigh; gripping it tightly. while he drove to the beach, you paid close attention to your phone, checking social media for any major updates. rafes grasp on your thigh loosened as the car came to a halt. you were parked on the beach, the sun was already setting.

you both exit the car, rafe swiftly moving from his side of the car to yours. “thank you for coming with me.” his hand finds yours, pulling them together. “of course, i love hanging out with you.” he lets go of your hand, and moves his arm to hold closely around your waist. the two of you begin to walk towards the already drunken teen filled beach.

you frown at the amount of trash that litters the sand. you stay close to rafe, as he approaches topper and kelce. “hey guys.” you say to them to make conversation. they nod in your direction, acknowledging you before their attention turns towards rafe again. you don’t pay any mind to what the boys are discussing. after a while you become bored, so you slowly slip out of rafes arm to go get a drink. “i’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” you ask rafe, and he glances at you smiling. “yes please, thanks baby.” you lean in for a quick kiss before leaving to go get drinks. you weren’t a heavy drinker, always scared of what you would say or do under the influence, so you grab yourself a water and grab a beer for rafe.

you return to the spot you were in earlier, but it’s now vacant. rafe, topper, and kelce all leaving you behind. you frown, looking around for them but coming up short. you had no idea where they could be since this beach was huge. you don’t bother wasting your time looking for them, instead you start to head for the bonfire.

you weren’t surprised that rafe had left you all alone. this always happened. he would beg you to go to something, just to abandon you half way through it. it didn’t bother you, it just worried you, scared of what he was doing without you.

once you arrived at the bonfire, you decided to down the drink once made for rafe, the beer stinging your throat. you drank three more chugs before drinking water as well. it doesn’t take long for the alcohol to come into effect. you knew it had clouded your judgement when you were laughing at jj maybanks jokes of all people. “i’m telling you, these people were fucking crazy.” you giggled as he made exaggerated reactions. “you’re telling me! that sounds scary as fuck. i wouldn’t have survived.” he shook his head looking down at you, “i’m sure you would have figured something out.” you nod at him.

“have you seen those dudes since?” you ask, intrigued by his story. “actually, yeah. their story isn’t the brightest… sheriff told me that they-” his voice cut off as he made a slicing noise above his throat. your eyes widened in shock. “oh my god! really??” you grab his arm, “what if they came back for you! bro no way…” your heart rate quickens at the thought of evil men chasing random kids. “no, i know right, scary as shit. i guess it’s bittersweet because they died, but now they aren’t after us anymore.” he shrugs, sipping his red solo cup. “i guess. it’s still scary. so many people are unexpectedly dying nowadays, i definitely-” you were interrupted as rafe put an arm around you, eyeing jj up and down.

“continue baby, what were you saying?” rafe asked, smiling at you for a split second before it disappeared when his eyes focused on jj again. “oh we were just talking about bad men, and how this town is scarier than it used to be.” he nods at you. “jj what are you doing talking to my girl?” jj stands up straighter, “why do you care? do you own her or something?” rafe scoffed, “yes.” the confusion on your face was evident and jj was quick on acknowledging it. “oh really? by the look on her face, she doesn’t agree.” he glances at you, but you have quickly recovered. “what are you talking about maybank?” you interrupted the two immediately not wanting a fight to break out. “i was just talking to jj because he had a funny story. it wasn’t anything like that, i swear babe.” you words slurred together and it was evident you weren’t in the right headspace.

rafes eyes widened as he fully realized that you were so intoxicated that you had no idea what was going on, “what the fuck maybank? you got her drunk for what? you trying to fuck her?” jj couldn’t believe rafes nerve. “one, she was drunk when she came up to me, and two, i don’t need to fuck her, i already have.” your heart dropped at jj's confession.

“maybank, do you want to take that back?” you could tell rafe was trying to give jj a chance to redeem himself before all hell breaks loose. your hand tightened on rafes bicep trying to get him to move on, but he wouldn’t budge. “can't take back what’s already happened.” jj shrugged again, smirking.

rafe was the first one to throw a punch, you stumbled back as he had pushed you away. with your luck, your head had landed right against the beverage table, scratching the side of your face from your temple to the side of your cheek. you hiss in pain, moving your fingers to feel it. when you retreat your hand you see it covered in blood. you groan in pain, hissing as the cool air makes it sting.

you clumsy stand up, looking ahead to see rafe and jj were still fighting. “rafe!” you weakly call out, but he was stuck in his own little bubble as he pounded his fists against jjs face. you stumble away, walking far from the beach. you were too tired to even try to process what was going on. the yelling behind you quietly faded as you made your way farther along the beach.

not even a minute later you hear rafe running after you. “what rafe?” you ask, but your back is still turned to him. “baby, please just- i’m sorry okay. i, i don’t know. i was just scared he’d take you from me. i don’t want to lose you, you are all i have. you mean too much to me for some pogue to take.” his rambling only pissed you off more. “rafe, please. i have a headache, all i want is to go home.” you frown.

his eyes moved from the sand up to your face, surprised by the huge gash on your face that was oozing blood. “baby?! who did this to you?” you couldn’t contain your anger any longer. you used all your strength, pushing his shoulders back. “you did! you fucking asshole.” the fact that he didn’t even budge from the push you sent his way, pissed you off even more. “baby, i, you know i would never do anything to intentionally hurt you?” your silence only scared him even more.

“baby, i wouldn’t- i didn’t mean to hurt you.” his breathing was heavy as the realization hit him. he had undeniably hurt you, and he had undoubtedly lost you. “no, because this can’t be happening. i can't lose you. baby, i- it was an accident. please, you gotta understand i didn’t want to hurt you, it was just jj fucking all over you, and the way he tried to claim you, saying he already had you, it just- the anger i couldn’t even hold myself back.” you nod at his words. “rafe i understand that. i, just. i don’t want this. do you think i want you to assault every guy who even looks at me? it makes me feel like shit. do you know how shitty it makes me feel? that you think i would chose anyone else when i have you. it hurts to know that you think i’m not loyal enough.” you frown, tears easily falling out of your eyes.

“baby- it’s not you i’m worried about.” you nod, “i know… it just doesn’t feel that way.” he goes to speak again but you quickly interrupt him. “can we please continue this at your house? my head seriously hurts.” his eyes soften, his hand cupping your cheek. he hesitated before he pulled you into a kiss, when you kissed him back he could feel his smile come back. “rafe.” you say again, before pointing to your head. “right baby, i’m sorry. let's go.” you nod.

he walks you to his car, opening the door for you before you hop in. he puts your seatbelt on for you. his protective side shining through once again. he walks around, before hopping in himself. he starts the car. “seatbelt…?.” you question. he laughs quietly. “of course, baby.” you nod as he puts his seatbelt on. his hand reached for your thigh again, before he drove the two of you to his house.

when you arrived, your head was pounding. you could feel it throbbing, the blood dripping onto your orange v neck. you frown at the sight. the two of you walk inside, and he immediately pulls you into his room, placing you on the edge of his bed. he runs to his bathroom grabbing a table cloth and the first aid kit.

he opens the first aid kit, placing it beside you. he takes the wet washcloth, wiping away the blood. after cleaning it, he added antibacterial cream, and then covered it in gauze. he kissed the bandage covering it before walking to his closet.

“here. wear this, and i’ll wash your t-shirt.” you nod, “thank you rafe.” he turns around and you swiftly change your t-shirt. he turns around, his heart hammering inside his chest, still scared about where you stood.

“rafe. i don’t want to lose you. i love you a lot, but i don’t want to continue this if every time a guy looks at me funny, you beat him up. i appreciate you protecting me, but they aren’t worth it.” he nods, soaking up every word. “if you can promise me that you won’t fight random people anymore, then i think we can work this out, and work through this.” he smiles softly, “is that a deal?” you ask. “of course baby. i promise i won’t fight anyone unless they really deserve it.” you roll your eyes, “fine. that’s good enough; but please, let’s hope it doesn’t get too bad.” he laughs, “let’s hope.” you grab his hands, realizing they were quite bruised. “let’s ice these.” he follows you to the kitchen, as you prepare an ice pack.

once the ice pack is ready, you place it on one hand, the other is intently grabbing your thigh. “baby you don’t have to do all this.” he reached for the ice and you lightly pushed his hand away. “you fixed me up, let me fix you up.” he sat back and watched as you cared for his bruises. rafe was glad he didn’t lose you, and he was glad you were still there with him. having you so close to him made him realize he couldn’t sacrifice anything to lose you. he kissed your bandages once more before you two prepared for bed and started to comfortably cuddle together.

[ladybugout-au]

Dear. GOD. After seeing Furious Fu, I would honestly love to see LBO!Marinette just chewing out Su-Han for all his canon-to-fic BULLSHIT. Like, I know you’ve already got a plan to incorporate Feast into LBO, which I’m super excited for, so this asshole showing up with all his nonsense after the new Team Miraculous is set, hell maybe even after they’ve already retrieved the Butterfly and the Peacock, and watching Marinette (and possibly Fu since he has the memories to stand up for himself) tear this dude a new one would really be the cherry on top of an already awesome fic. Sorry to rant in your inbox lol but the new episode just made me so. ANGRY.

In the lounge room of the Liberty, everyone jumped as they heard a noise from up above deck, as if something heavy had fallen or been dropped. Marinette briefly pulled away from Luka’s hold, staring up at the ceiling and wondering aloud, “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Juleka admitted, exchanging concerned looks with Rose.

“That definitely wasn’t Mom,” Luka noted with a tilt of his head.

Pounding footsteps followed, making it clear that a person had clearly gotten on the houseboat without the gangplank being there.

Nino jolted on alert, turning to Duusu with a hushed whisper. “Hide!”

“All of you,” Kagami began, standing up and looking around vaguely at every kwami. “get out of sight.”

The kwami, breaking out of their trance after the brief scare, scattered in every direction to find their own individual hiding places, some choosing to hide with their respective holder and others preferring to hide behind or inside objects. Ivan went into his usual protective mode, wrapping an arm around Mylene while she clung to him.

Marinette stood up, rushing over to the table and picking up the Miracle Box to stow it away. She looked around, then dashed for the microwave and stored the box inside.

She shut the door just in time for the intruder to descend from the staircase: an old man, dressed in Chinese garb and carrying a strange mystical-looking staff. He had a stern expression, his brows knitted together as he scanned the room like none of them were even there. He raised his staff, his gaze eventually locking on the microwave the Marinette was standing near.

Without a word, he pushed Marinette aside, earning an offended, “Excuse me—hey!” from her as he grabbed the microwave door and tugged it. When that did little more than jostle the microwave itself, he tried blindly tampering with the buttons to no avail.

Marinette slapped his wrist away, standing with all her pride as guardian as she asked, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

He glared at her in response. “Young lady, I demand you open your magical sealing chamber and return what’s rightfully mine!”

She blanked, the words catching her completely off-guard. This guy thought their microwave was a magical sealing chamber?

In response, Marinette gave a brief glance to the others, who were all looking back at her with equally puzzled expressions, any tension from before completely gone.

An unspoken question echoed throughout the room: Is he for real?

Before Marinette could ask any further, Tikki emerged from her hiding spot, flying over and explaining, “Marinette, I know who this is! This is great master Su-Han, the guardian of the Miracle Box!”

Marinette raised a brow skeptically. “But I’m the guardian?”

“He was responsible for the box before the incident that Master Fu caused,” she corrected.

Su-Han looked down at Marinette condescendingly. “So you are the current holder of the box.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed unapologetically. She gave a side-glance to Luka and the others, seeing that they were prepared to stand up and fight for her, but she gave a subtle gesture to let them know that it wasn’t necessary. Resolving to deal with Su-Han herself, she faced him again. “How did you find us?”

He held out his staff, the jewel on it mere centimeters from her face. “Guardian scepters are equipped with compasses that can find their Miracle Box at any given time.”

“In case you lose it?” Marinette blurted out, but didn’t apologize or try to take it back.

“Insolent!” Su-Han gasped. “You are not even a proper guardian. I can tell that this box hasn’t even been properly passed down to you!”

“Because Master Fu gave it to me,” she explained, “and we agreed that he should keep his memories.”

“Fu?” Su-Han echoed. “You mean Wang Fu? Chicken legs?”

Is this guy five? Marinette wondered.

Orikko popped out from their hiding place, waving a paw at Su-Han as if in warning. “I take offense to that!”

Su-Han glared at Orikko at the comment, and Orikko quickly ducked back down. Turning his attention back to Marinette, he continued, “Wang Fu is a student who wasn’t even able to fast for a day, nor do a thousand finger-pushups. He was never a rightful guardian, and he failed to fulfill the hope we’d seen in him.”

“Master Fu may have made mistakes, but he’s done his best to make up for all of them!” she argued. “He protected the box for over one hundred years and it’s because of his choices that our team was able to defeat Hawk Moth!”

“Team?” Su-Han asked, his face scrunching up as if he were piecing something together.

“Yes!”

Marinette gestured to her boyfriend and friends for emphasis. Luka, Ivan, Kagami, and Juleka stood while Rose and Nino pinched and stretched their shirts to show off their respective miraculouses.

“Children?” Su-Han gaped. Glaring at Marinette, as if she had personally given out the miraculouses herself, he declared, “Children are never meant to hold miraculouses, especially from the first and most powerful Miracle Box! Kwami are extremely powerful, cosmic creatures!”

A voice piped up from across the room. “Y-you say that, but—!”

Marinette and Su-Han turned to look at Nooroo, who had peeked out from behind Rose’s shoulder. He breathed up, seeming to gain some confidence, then floated out to the center of the room.

“They saved me and Duusu from the hands of evil! We would still be in Gabriel’s clutches if not for them!”

“What?” Su-Han asked. Just when Marinette thought they might be getting somewhere, he turned back to her and accused, “The peacock and butterfly were lost?!”

“Fu lost them when he was escaping the temple,” Marinette explained, a mixture between unphased and annoyed at the man’s outbursts, “but we got them back and everything’s okay now.”

Luka chimed in from his place near the couch, “Marinette has been an incredible leader, as both Ladybug and the guardian.”

She smiled at him in thanks, but Su-Han was clearly focused on anything but the positives.

“Ladybug? You’re even wearing a miraculous?! Guardians aren’t meant to hold miraculouses!” he said, throwing his arms out for effect.

“What—why?” she asked, genuinely confused.

Instead of answering her, Su-Han pulled out a book, shoving it pointedly towards her with the cover facing downwards in his palm. “Let me remind you of a few important rules you’ve violated.” He flipped through a few pages, then pointed at one of them. “Rule fourteen: Kwami must not live outside of the box.” He flipped through a few more. “Rule fifty-two: Guardians must never lose a miraculous. “He flipped to a page near the end. “Rule one hundred and thirty-three: Guardians must never, under any circumstances, wear a miraculous.”

“Master Fu wore a miraculous,” she argued, having never heard of any such rule from him.

“And that proves exactly what I’m talking about!” Su-Han retorted. “Neither you nor Fu are capable guardians because neither of you have respected the rules of the order!”

“...”

When Marinette initially imagined the Order of the Guardians and the people who ran it, this was not what she’d pictured. She had pictured zen and calm, not belligerent and immovable. She was reminded vaguely of her grandfather when she first met him, and that wasn’t a good thing.

She tossed another gaze at everyone, who gave her the same look and nod in response: let him have it.

“Young lady, I’ll repeat myself once,” Su-Han warned. “Return the Miracle Box and the miraculouses to me before--”

Marinette grabbed the book out of his hand, shut it with a satisfying “clap,” then set it back in his hand. “No.“

“What did you say?” he asked, aghast that she would speak to him that way.

“I said no.” Marinette advanced on him, the sheer force of her presence making him take a step back. “Now let me remind you about everything you must’ve missed this whole time.”

She raised a finger at him, raising additional fingers as she went on. “One: You intruded on my boyfriend’s house without any sort of permission. If you’d actually called out to us, we might’ve actually been willing to come out and listen to what you had to say. Two: You wouldn’t have even been able to be here in the first place if not for me using Miraculous Ladybug after our team took down Feast, which you weren’t able to do. Three: We aren’t children, we’re teenagers, and the fact that you can’t tell the difference or bother learning what technology is shows that I shouldn’t trust you with the Miracle Box even if you had a right to it. Four: You didn’t bother to listen and blamed me for losing miraculouses when it was you and your order who didn’t keep an eye on a poor boy who didn’t want to be there. Five, last but not least: I say the kwami are allowed out of the Miracle Box because I am the guardian. You and your order have been gone for over one hundred years and you can’t go making demands after I brought you back. You told me rules I didn’t even know about and didn’t explain why you have those rules in the first place. The kwami are my friends and they have feelings and I’m not going to shut them in a box because you told me to.”

Silence filled the room, no one saying a word and Su-Han’s face contorting between shock and outrage.

Marinette took a step back, standing at the ready and gesturing to herself. “So if you want the Miracle Box, you’re going to have to go through us first.”

She tossed a look at her team, all of them doing a synchronized, confrontational motion to face Su-Han.

“Tikki!”

“Plagg!”

“Wayzz!”

“Pollen!”

“Trixx!”

“Nooroo!”

“Duusu!”

They then shouted in unison, “Transform me!”

Several individual flashes meshed together, overtaking the room and then fading to leave several heroes behind, their weapons equipped for battle.

Su-Han looked amongst them, a flicker in his eyes that hinted that he knew he would be outmatched, but also wasn’t willing to admit it. He retreated a few steps back, hands out to show that he was prepared to defend himself.

It was at that moment that Ladybug heard and noticed movement from behind him, realization striking and a smile overtaking her face. Pulling back from her fighting pose, she placed a hand on her hip and stated confidently, “Captain Anarka will escort you out.”

He looked confused, and he was only able to let out a, “What—?” before a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

Su-Han wasn’t even able to turn around before he was pulled backward, a jewelry-adorned fist decking him in the face and sending him flying into the staircase. His scepter fell to the floor and he could only gape at the woman standing there, cracking her knuckles while he was sprawled out on the stairs with all air having been knocked out of him.

“A trespasser on my ship, eh?” Anarka asked, a grin on her face but her eyes glinting with malice. “I don’t take kindly to ship rats who threaten my crew and think they’re too good to walk the plank.”

Su-Han hurried to get up, only for Anarka to grab him by his shirt and haul him up the stairs, a rapid shuffling noise following as Ladybug went over and shut the door.

A few seconds passed and the atmosphere shifted to peace, everyone mutually releasing their transformations and relaxing. Marinette smiled reassuringly at everyone, letting them know that things were okay, but then jumped as she heard a resounding, “Marinette!”

The kwami all emerged from their hiding places, Marinette having no time to react as they all charged at her, their tiny bodies clinging affectionately to whatever they could grab of her.

“You’re amazing!”

“Thank you so much!”

“You stood up for us!”

“You’re the best guardian ever!”

Marinette gasped, finding it hard to move without disturbing any of them. Trying hard not to laugh, she protested, “Aha—hey! Stop, you’re all tickling me!”

She blushed, looking over at her teammates who were only staring at her with pride, which just made the pink on her cheeks turn red. “This is so embarrassing!”

Once the kwami had their fill of thanking her, they finally obeyed and flew away, each giving her smiles of approval. She covered her face with a hand, waiting for the shyness to die down, then noticed the guardian scepter out of the corner of her eye, still lying on the ground.

She approached, touching the scepter at first to make sure it was safe, then properly picking it up and letting it stand next to her. She tapped the gem on top, eyeing the compass that Su-Han had been talking to her about, then followed its direction back to the microwave. She walked over, opening it up, then took out the Miracle Box and held it in her free hand.

Looking back and forth between the two clearly ancient objects, she couldn’t help chuckling. “They don’t really suit me.”

Her friends giggled in response, Luka in particular shooting her a warm smile and approaching. One of his hands went to the scepter and the other went to rest on the Miracle Box.

“I think you make them work, actually,” he replied.

Marinette beamed at him, thoroughly warmed by the compliment. It didn’t feel like that long ago when her support was lacking and defeating Hawk Moth seemed like a pipe dream.

Now, holding the Miracle Box and scepter in her hands, she didn’t know why she’d ever doubted herself.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” Then, looking at the Su-Han-less room, she gave a shrug and walked back with Luka to the couch. “So, where were we?”

[erwinsvow]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

summary: your boyfriend, reiner, has always been possessive. you never minded it much, though.

warnings: college!au, rough sex, sir kink, grinding/teasing, doggy style, creampie, dacryphilia, reiner is a tease, angry reiner/upset with reader, jealousy, reiner treats you like a rag doll but who's complaining

the party’s in full swing, hoards of college kids hammered off of cheap beer and dancing to loud music. you sit on the edge of the couch, trying your best to avoid the couple going at it on the sofa seats next to you. you’d leave to give them some privacy, despite the fact that they’re in front of a hundred other people, but there’s nowhere else to sit.

and so, not ready to give up your chance to rest your sore feet, you sit there and wait patiently. your ankles are crossed as you finish off the last of your soda, looking around and realizing that you might be the only sober person here. you’re fiddling around now for no reason, with no one to speak to, adjusting the skirt of your dress and twirling a piece of your hair with your finger.

from across the room, with a red solo cup filled with the very same cheap beer in his hand, eren’s eyes land on you. a pretty girl, all alone at a party, with an empty drink. he was raised right, so knows that’s close to a crime.

at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he makes his way over to the couch in the corner, eyes burning holes through you as your eyes glance around the room, avoiding looking at the couple next to you.

eren turns to the couple first, one sharp glance making the boy alert, and pulling away from his girlfriend.

“hey, floch, go roofie your date somewhere else. i’m sitting here now,” he says firmly, causing floch and the girl to take off scrambling.

you glance up at the stranger who approached you with thankful eyes.

“you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyways,” you say, finally sinking into the comfort of the couch.

“of course i did. that idiot would’ve given all these people here a show if someone didn’t stop him.”

you let out a laugh at his words, glancing back down at your shoes as you debate if it was a good idea to keep talking to him.

“i’m eren, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, eren,” you reply, once again gazing around the room and avoiding his eyes. eren waits another moment before speaking again.

“and you are-?” he questions, intrigued that you weren’t engaging in the conversation. he enjoys the chase, anyways.

“not interested,” you say with a gentle smile, trying not to seem rude despite the fact that you’re sure of eren’s intentions.

“oh, is that so? well, i think i can change that.”

“i’m sure you’ll try, but i don’t want you to waste your time. i’m sure there’s plenty of girls here who will talk to you willingly, so thank you for the seat but-”

“can i get you a drink?” he interjects, taking a long sip of his beer and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “beer? shots? i can go find some of the good stuff, if you want.”

“i’m okay, eren,” you say, a little annoyed and clearly a little anxious.

“oh, come on. it’s not right for a pretty girl to have an empty cup at a party. it’s like the first commandment.”

“i think that might be blasphemy.”

“oh, whatever, the second commandment, then. i mean, would you rather sit here and be all alone?” he questions, leaning back into the seat.

“who said she was here alone?” a deep voice says from around you. you look up to see your boyfriend, reiner, with two cups in his hand. he does not look happy.

“braun,” eren addresses, looking up at the blond from his seat and not adjusting his posture at all. you’d expected eren to at least be a little intimidated at the sight of your looming boyfriend, as most guys usually were, but he looks more amused than anything else. “who would’ve thought you’d go and get yourself such a pretty date,” he says with a smirk. his eyes are still on you though, raking up and down your figure and focusing on your exposed legs.

reiner puts down the two cups in his hand a little too hard, the liquid sloshing around at the top and landing on the surface on the small table in front of you.

you glance up a little hesitant at reiner, knowing the effect eren’s words are having on him.

“she’s not my date, she’s my girlfriend, asshole,” reiner replies, bringing his arm around your shoulder and holding you closely to him. you play right into it, leaning into him and smiling back cutely at eren.

“sorry, did i not mention that?” you say sweetly, as eren’s eyes react to the sight in front of him. he lets out a low whistle, standing up and lifting a cup from the table, taking a big sip. “well then, guess i underestimated you after all, braun. call me when you get bored of him, baby,” he says, before walking away.

you feel your mouth drop open at the audacity of his words, his implication. you know reiner won’t take it well either, feeling yourself grab for his hand before he can follow eren to pummel him.

“reiner, baby, don’t get mad, he’s just an asshole-” you begin, before reiner’s head turns back to look at you.

you saw a whole host of emotions in his eyes, which were usually calm and sweet and looking at you with all the love in the world. but now, in the dim lighting of the party, they were almost glowing with anger and rage, and something else you couldn’t figure out, something akin to a primal look that raised all the hairs on your neck and sent a shiver through your body.

you feel reiner’s hand tighten on yours, as he leads you away from the party and to an empty room somewhere down the hall. you’re not exactly sure where, since it’s your first time in this stranger’s house, but as reiner puts you on the bed and locks the door, you can hardly care.

he looms over you, caging you in and making you feel completely submissive as his strong arms hover near your head.

“you think it’s funny talking to yeager? letting him think you don’t belong to me?” reiner says in a deep, low voice that makes you press your thighs together tightly. it doesn’t take much, if anything, from reiner to turn you on. his possessiveness only adds fuel to fire for you, sometimes.

“no- no, reiner, i would never-” you start, shaking your head dumbly and stumbling around your words as reiner pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. your hands have a mind of their own, moving to grab his shoulders as you normally do, but reiner’s quicker than you, taking your two hands and pinning them above your head roughly.

“you’re using the wrong name, baby. you’re just begging to get punished today, aren’t you, you little slut?” reiner says, eyes looking over your body intensely and making you squirm. you’re uncomfortable with his gaze because you know what he’s thinking.

“i’m sorry, sir,” you mewl back, trying to move your hands from the harsh position they’re in, but to no avail. reiner’s grip is air-tight.

“i can’t even say you’re a good girl tonight, baby, because you’re not. now i see why you chose such a slutty little dress to wear tonight. you just wanted attention, didn’t you?”

“no, no, sir, just you- i just want you-” you say back, desperate for any contact and bucking your hips up uselessly.

“i don’t think you deserve me since you’ve been such a slutty girl.” his words are harsh, making your eyes tear up despite how unbelievably wanton you feel underneath his body. your head feels almost dizzy, overcome with so many different emotions.

tears are always reiner’s breaking point. he can never deny you once he sees those pretty eyes of yours well up and become watery just from his words and touches. and despite how badly you need to be taught a lesson, he knows he’s gonna break soon.

“i-i’m so sorry, sir, please- please touch me, i’m begging sir, i’ll be a good girl, i promise- oh!” you’re cut off as reiner’s other hand cups your pussy, palm against your clit and making you grind your hips against his hand desperately. he tears your panties off quickly, discarding them in the stranger’s room without a thought.

“tell me how that feels baby,” reiner says, releasing his hand from holding your wrists to grope at your chest, pulling down the dress just enough to free your tits.

“so good, sir, oh-!” your words fall apart as he continues his motions. you’re so desperate for his touch, to be filled up by him, you’re not aware of how loud you’re being and you certainly don’t care. reiner holds down your hips and moves his hand roughly against your clit, as you feel your body tense up with a strong heat in your core.

“cum for me, baby,” you hear reiner say next to your ear, increasing his pace as you feel the heat in your stomach expand and fill your entire body, the waves of your orgasm washing over you as you scream out reiner’s name.

you’re panting out, tongue lolling out and limbs feeling like jelly despite how reiner’s not even remotely done with you. he flips you over quickly, putting your head down and ass up as he pushes up your dress to expose your gushing cunt to him.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when he pushes into your tight hole slowly, without any warning and causing you to scream out again.

“sir-!” you moan, feeling reiner slide in and out of your wetness at a bruising pace. you feel his balls slap against your pussy, adding to the intense stimulation you feel and curling your toes as he continues. “please- please! i-i, can’t-” you cry out, unsure of what you were pleading with him for.

“what do you need, baby? don’t you want my cock? you want me to stop?” he says, not easing up on his motions. he’s enjoying every minute of having you fucked stupid from his cock.

“no, no- don’t stop, no!” you moan. you let out a squeal every time reiner thrusts.

“such a good girl, takin’ me so well, baby,” reiner says, sending the praise straight to your head and making you feel dizzy as you feel his fingers on your clit.

“i love you, reiner, i love you-” you hiccup, gripping your hand tightly on his as he increases his pace and his fingers at the same time, sending you into your second orgasm. you’re almost screaming now, clenching down tightly on his cock and squirming within reiner’s tight grip as you feel the coil in your stomach snap and heat spread all through your body again.

reiner’s increased pace only lasts a little while longer, his hips stuttering and him cumming inside you with a loud moan. as you feel the hot ropes of cum settle inside your throbbing cunt, you pant and keep a tight grip on reiner as he pulls out and lays you on his chest carefully.

the sheets on the stranger’s bed are certainly ruined, and so is your make-up and hair. you can’t even imagine what you look like, or what your dress is covered in, but you don’t really care.

all you can think about is reiner’s hands wrapped around you and his lips on yours as he pulls you into a deep kiss.

“have you learned your lesson, baby?” reiner asks. you think back quickly on how reiner hadn’t even wanted to go to the party, but you had insisted, and how you had picked out the shortest dress you could find, and how you didn’t walk away from eren when you knew reiner was coming back.

“yes, sir.”

[miyagihawk]

why’d you only call me when you’re high? pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

here’s part 2 by popular demand! based off the arctic monkeys song and amazing request by @deadbeatharlz <3 thank you guys for the support on part 1 im so happy you liked it :)

warnings: self harming behavior, LOTS of swearing, alcohol and drug abuse, sooo so angstyyyy buckle up

summary: it’s been 3 months since your last night with hawk, and you haven’t been yourself.

word count: 3,062



The past 3 months have been rough. Maybe the worst you’ve ever been. You fell into the deep hole that you dug yourself. The hole of loving Hawk Moskowitz.

You never thought you’d be one of those people who let unrequited love devastate their whole being. In fact you always thought the whole heartbreak thing was pathetic and melodramatic. Until it happened to you.

You hate yourself for letting him have this effect on you. But there’s a pestering voice in the back of your mind that reminds you: it’s all your fault. He didn’t ask you to love him. It’s just easier to blame him for your downfall.

Parties, drugs, alcohol. Sex with people you don’t even know. High on the same drug that compelled him to call you in the night.

You’ve become so desperate to forget him that you ruined yourself. It hurts your pride to be the whiny heartbroken girl who let a stupid boy’s rejection shatter her self worth. But the hole is too deep and there’s no hope trying to grasp onto the dirt walls to get out.

The worst part of it is that he sees it all. At school, (if you even go) he looks at you like the scum of the earth as he passes by with his little karate gang. When you end up at the same party, he’ll have a disgusted expression on his face and leave as if he can’t bare to look at you. 

Tonight is one of those nights, and you watch him from across the backyard as he goofs around with his friends. He hasn’t noticed you yet, hence why he’s even still here and not on his way out the door to get away from you.

“If you stare at him any longer, I think he’ll shoot up into flames,” your best friend Robby hands you a cup, and you don’t hesitate before downing its unknown contents. The burn in your throat makes you hum with content.

“That’s the plan,” you take your eyes of off Hawk to look at Robby. You gesture to his own cup in his hand, “Are you gonna drink that?”

“Easy there, Y/N. We got here 5 minutes ago,” he warns, but holds out the drink towards you anyway. Robby’s always been worried about you and your habits, but he knows how you can be when you’re told no.

You swallow down the drink in a few seconds, ignoring his remark. “5 minutes? I can beat my record!” you cheer sarcastically, and start walking to the kitchen in search of a keg. Robby follows closely behind you, a wary look on his face.

The fuzzy feeling starts to take over your body as you throw back drink after drink. It’s the buzz you crave every second of every day because it just makes you feel so good. Everything is happier and your cares feel so far away. Hawk feels so far away.

You sit on the couch next to Robby in your dazed trance, drunkenly rambling to him about random things. He glares at anyone who comes near you and looks like they would take advantage of you in your state.

Robby really hates you like this, but he can’t help but feel protective over you. He’s not even a fan of parties; he really only goes to keep an eye on you. You’re grateful even though you act like you hate it when he babysits you.

“Heyyy pretty Y/N! Want some?” Yasmine approaches where you sit, a joint held between her fingers. Her eyes are drooped and she sways as she stands.

You reach out to take the blunt, but you feel Robby push your arm down. “You’re already drunk. That’s enough,” he says sternly, making you roll your eyes.

“I can do what I want, Dad,” you taunt, and take the joint from Yasmine. Smoke fills up your lungs, immediately giving you pleasure. Robby just shakes his head in disapproval as the air around him becomes hazy.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Stay here,” he orders, getting up from the couch.

You nod, but of course, you don’t listen. The sound of splashing from outside sets off a lightbulb above your head and you feel like you’re floating while you walk to the backyard.

Right as you step out of the house, you make eye contact with none other than Hawk. He gives you a distasteful look like always, before turning back to his group. Asshole.

You just scoff and stumble towards the pool, where a couple is making out and a few people are drunkenly playing with the water like little kids.

Reaching the edge of the pool’s rim, you let yourself fall in with a splash. You feel the pressure in your ears start to build as you sink to the bottom. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re cross faded, but being underwater feels like a world of bliss.

The loud music of the party is muted, creating a sense of serenity. The legs of the other people in the pool make you laugh to yourself, sending bubbles from your mouth to the surface. It’s glittery and pretty and you want to stay forever.

You don’t know how long you’re under there for, but you don’t notice your lungs running out of air. It just feels good to be alone for a second. Next thing you know, you feel your eyes start to droop closed; a strange peace overcoming your body.

A loud thrashing noise in the water makes you wake up with a gasp. You swallow too much water as you feel someone grab hold of your arm. It’s all a blur and you’re being pulled up to the surface, taking you away from the tranquil world you were just in.

The music is pounds against your ears again and the air is cold on your skin. You feel your body being laid down on the concrete of the poolside, but everything feels numb. You just feel sleepy and you want to close your eyes again.

“Y/N, hey, wake up. Wake up,” a voice makes your eyes shoot back open. Someone is looking down at you, with a hand shaking your shoulder. Your vision is somewhat blurry, but the mohawk gives it away. It’s him.

You suddenly become aware of the large amount of water in your lungs and you turn over to your side to cough it up. After you get it all out, you notice the people at the party looking at you with eyes of pity mixed with judgement.

“What the fuck were you doing? You could’ve died, are you fucking stupid?” Hawk curses, but even in your inebriated state you can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You sit up to face him. He looks angry; his clothes and hair are as wet as yours.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen in your brain, or maybe it’s the marijuana and alcohol, but you just feel the urge to laugh. So you do. Like a complete maniac. The way he probably just saved your life like he cares is sickly comedic to you.

His face twists in confusion as you break out into a fit of giggles. “Are you serious? You’re fucking insane, Y/N,” he gets up, shaking his head at you. He gives a glare to the people staring, and they look away in fear.

You think he’s going to leave like usual, but he surprises you by grabbing your arm to pull you up. People whisper amongst themselves as he drags you through the backyard, going through a gate that leads to front of the house. You trip over your own feet, still feeling dizzy from almost drowning, but he just pulls you along.

“What are you doing?” you ask, tugging on your arm to try and release it from the tight grip he has on you. You’re both dripping chlorinated water, leaving a track of drops on the concrete below.

“You’re going home Y/N,” he says sternly. You two arrive at his car and he opens the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Hey!” a voice yells from the house and you both turn to see Robby rushing towards the car. He looks pissed, and now you remember him telling you to stay put. Shit.

“Robby I-”

“Don’t get in there with him Y/N,” he says, sending a death stare to the boy next to you.

“I’m taking her home, Keene, so back the fuck off. Get in Y/N,” Hawk snaps, clenching his fists.

You keep quiet, not wanting to add to the fire already starting. They loathe each other; if not because of the karate rivalry, then because of you. To Robby, Hawk broke your heart and made you spiral. To Hawk, Robby is the piece of shit who he thinks is your boyfriend, and he won’t admit it but he’s jealous.

“You’re not driving her, asshole. You’re probably as drunk as her,” Robby reaches to take your arm, but Hawk pulls you back.

“You don’t know shit about me, Keene. I’ve been sober for three months, so yeah, I will drive her,” Hawk picks you up like you’re a doll, placing you in the passenger seat and closing the door. You don’t resist, you just feel tired and your head starts to pound as if the mix of drugs in your system are punishing you. The window’s down, so you can still hear the two boys loud and clear.

I’ve been sober for three months, his voice echoes in your head.

“Oh so now you care so much about her? It’s your fault she’s like this!” Robby raises his voice even more, starting to move towards Hawk threateningly. You begin to feel scared that a physical fight might actually break out, but you don’t know what to do.

“I’m not the one who almost let her die a few minutes ago, am I? Just fuck off, we’re leaving,” Hawk dismisses him, walking around the car to the driver’s seat. You’re surprised by his self control to not throw a punch, especially with his reputation.

“Robby, it’s okay. I just want to go home. I’ll call you, alright?” you reach your hand out of the window in reassurance and he takes hold of it. Hawk clenches his jaw as he turns on the engine.

“Promise you’ll be careful? I’m sorry I left you,” Robby furrows his eyebrows in worry. When he came out of the bathroom, someone filled him in on what happened to you and he almost had a heart attack.

“Promise. And it’s my fault,” you hook your pinky with his, before the car pulls out of the curb and separates you from your best friend. He watches you guys drive away, an anxious expression etched on his face.

The whole situation has sobered you up pretty well, and now you’re left with a throbbing headache, wet clothes, and awkward tension. You hate it. Being sober. You miss the foggy feeling that prevents you from thinking too hard about things. But now you’re inches away from the boy who broke your heart, all by choice.

You don’t know why you agreed to go with him, but did you even have a choice? You’re confused by his actions. He acts like he hates you but he jumps in a pool for you. He yelled at you but he’s driving you home. It all makes you overthink and it causes your head to ache even more.

You hold your head in your hands to try and ease the pain as Hawk drives quietly.

“You good?” he breaks the silence. His voice is softer compared to how he talked to Robby minutes ago.

“Head hurts,” you mumble.

“What were you doing back there? If I didn’t get you out, you’d probably be in the hospital right now,” he says. You peek at him through your hands and his eyes are on the road.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “It was just peaceful. I didn’t really even think about breathing.”

He scoffs. “Well that’s just fucking stupid. You’re lucky I noticed you were under for so long.”

“Well thanks,” you reply quietly, feeling like a little kid being scolded.

There’s a couple beats of silence before he speaks, “What happened to you?”

The question makes you sit up and look over at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The old Y/N wouldn’t even touch a drink. You’re different,” Hawk taps his finger on the wheel in thought. His icy blue eyes quickly glance at your confused look before returning to the road.

“You happened, Hawk.” You pinch your temples in frustration. Anger starts to bubble up in your stomach at his criticism. At the mention of “old you”.

“I didn’t do this to you,” he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself of his own words.

“You did,” you raise your voice, making him flinch. “You know it.”

“What, because I stopped sleeping with you? I didn’t make you fall in love with me, Y/N. You did that to yourself,” he spits, sending a knife to your heart and making you see red.

“You knew I loved you way before I said it. But you still stringed me along, didn’t you? You knew I would pick up everytime you called. You knew that I would let you into my bed because I was the girl who loved you no matter how fucking shitty you were!” you fire back, vomiting out words that you’ve wanted to say for months. The alcohol in your system makes you bolder than usual, but you’re grateful for it.

He’s at a loss for words at your outburst so you continue, “I didn’t ask for this Hawk. Loving you. I’m sorry that I’m such a burden and that you hate me so much that you can’t stand being in the same room as me. But please just answer me this and I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll leave when we show up at the same party and I’ll even hide in the halls so you don’t have to see my face.”

You pause, choking on your words. You didn’t even realize that the car is already parked in front of your house and your clothes are halfway dry.

“Why don’t you love me?” your voice cracks as you spit out the question that has caused you to throw yourself away. The question with an answer that could dissipate your self worth in a mere moment.

Hawk finally looks into your glassy eyes with shock. He could’ve never anticipated what you asked him and his mouth runs dry.

“I told you, I- I don’t deserve someone like you loving me,” he swallows, but you shake your head.

“That’s not what I asked.”

He blinks slowly, trying to come up with an excuse. Any excuse, to avoid telling you the truth. You can see the inner conflict on his face, the panicked speed of his running thoughts.

“You should go home, Y/N,” he deflects, turning away from you. Putting on his mask to keep you from reading him like a book.

“I’m not going until you tell me,” you demand.

“Just get out of the car, fuck!” Hawk yells, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. It makes you jump a little, but you’re too angry to fear the flames in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just tell me!” you fire back. “You came to me almost every night, so why do I feel something that you don’t? Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“What do you want me to fucking say Y/N! That I do love you? Fucking fine. I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? Just get out.”

I love you.

The same words you said that made him leave.

“You don’t even mean that,” you blink back your tears.

His voice is softer now, more gentle. “If I didn’t mean it then I wouldn’t have said it.”

“You said you needed me and then you left me,” your voice shakes and you hate how pathetic you sound.

“I-I didn’t leave you,” he stammers before taking a deep breath. “I left because you wanted something more than I could give you. I would’ve felt like a selfish asshole if we became more than just sex, Y/N. You deserve someone like Keene and yeah he’s a pussy but he’s good. Better than me.”

It feels like every piece in the puzzle is being put together. Everything makes sense. He does love you, but he was just afraid. He can’t be near you because it hurts too much to see someone he can’t have. Somehow, you can’t find the anger you’ve held against him for these past months; you just understand him now.

“I’m sorry, alright? For everything. For treating your feelings like shit. All of it.”

You swallow, thinking about his words. It all feels too much and the truth is now looking you in the eye, demanding an answer. You love him, but he dropped your heart on the floor for you to pick up every shard. Is one sorry going to magically fix everything?

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you admit, and he nods in understanding.

“You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just... move on. And you get better... I hate seeing you like this,” Hawk scans your red eyes and dilated pupils. “We’ll get to a better place and you and me, we’ll be good.”

It’s bittersweet, but he’s right. Being together now just because he loves you back would be a huge jump that would only end in broken hearts and toxic cycles. It would be foolish. As much as you want him, the only person who can fix you is yourself.

So it’s a meet up at the top of the mountain, when you’ve both made the journey from opposite sides.

“A better place,” you reiterate, before placing a light kiss to his cheek and leaving the car with a new sense of closure.

a/n: that was longer than i planned and a freaking roller coaster!!!!!!! im not sure if there should be a part 3? lmk what you think maybe it’ll just be short. but hehe i added robby into the mix he was so cute. ty for reading!

taglist for people who wanted part 2 :) ty friends for the support <3 @littlered6307 @deadbeatharlz @spiderman-berries @axastasiasstuff @r0-xie @estupidteen @hawkwhore @idkwhatishouldput4

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 305: Worst Intervention Ever

Previously on BnHA: Shinomori, whose name took me an entire week to memorize, was all, “nice to meet you Deku, I’m ten feet tall, do you want to know how I died?” and without waiting for an answer explained that he kicked it from old age at forty thanks to good ol’ OFA. Deku was all “wait a minute, then how come All Might, who’s fifty-five and is definitely dyeing his gray hair, is still alive?” First and Shino were all, “we really have no fucking clue but we think it’s cuz he’s quirkless, JUST LIKE YOU!” So basically, since quirkless people don’t exactly grow on trees these days, Deku is probably going to be the last user of OFA. The chapter ended with Nana being all, “psst, Deku, about my grandson. Uh, can you kill him?” which is sure to lead to a very interesting conversation this week.

Today on BnHA: Nana And The Gang are all “so, Deku, how can we put this delicately. The thing is, we’re pretty sure that AFO really fucked my grandson up, so on the off chance you can’t save him, how would you feel about, you know... [throat slitting gesture].” Deku is all “idk you guys, I kinda feel like he’s really just a traumatized child at heart and he’s in a lot of pain and stuff and so I should try to help him.” The Vestiges are all “BUT WHAT IF YOU CAN’T” and Deku is all “BUT I WANT TO TRY, DAMMIT” and the Vestiges are all “well when you put it that way, we, uh, were just testing you, so congrats, you passed!” The chapter ends with First being all, “ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU TWO SHY BOYS STANDING OVER THERE IN THE SHADOWS COME SAY HELLO” before we CUT AWAY FOR ANOTHER WEEK, goddammit.

seriously, Nana

just... have you met Deku?? look, if you really want Tomura dead, just sic him on the U.A. first years and tell Shouto and Honenuki that it’s a training exercise

oh my god lmao

we’re too far away to see Nana’s face here so I will just assume that she turned and is staring DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA for this one line lmao. “I just wanted to clarify in case anyone felt inclined to take my dialogue out of context and spend an entire week complaining about it”

oh my god?! are you all purposely trying to make me sad??

someone stop me before I launch into an impromptu rant about all my Tomura feels. WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING ME. oh my god but yes, exactly. he’s just in pain all the time. this is exactly why I think Tomura has such high redemption potential even though so far he seems to lack so many of the redemption arc essentials such as feeling remorse, wanting to change, and taking responsibility for his actions. the reason why I’m willing to overlook all that in his case is because Tomura has essentially had zero agency his entire life. AFO molded him into a killer by making sure he was in constant mental agony, and making it so that the only thing that even slightly relieved that agony was killing peeps. like, please don’t think I’m making excuses for him or anything, but if you take a child and manipulate their existence to make it virtually impossible for that child to grow up as anything other than a killer, and basically never give him the chance to be anything else, then no shit he’s gonna be a killer?? he’s basically never had the choice not to be. it’s never been an option for him. anyways I feel like I am EXPLAINING MYSELF SO BADLY but nonetheless I am prepared to die on this hill

anyway so now Nana is all “that’s a rhetorical question btw because Our Hearts And Minds Are One so we can feel everything you feel bro.” so yeah, that’s interesting

now Banjou is getting started on the “let’s try and talk Deku out of wanting to save Tomura because it’s insane” part of their OFA Mystical Space Void Reunion agenda

look, Banjou, I feel you, I really do. you guys don’t think it’s realistic that Deku can defeat Tomura without killing him. so if it’s a choice between killing Tomura vs letting Deku and everyone else in the entire world die, then duh, you think Deku should kill him. I get it! and if this were a real life mass murderer I’d totally agree with you. but the problem is that this isn’t real life, this is a sympathetic shounen villain with a tragic past who might as well have FUTURE REDEMPTION ARC RECEIPIENT stamped on his forehead at this point

so First is all “look, there’s absolutely no doubt my brother has fucked this kid up good and proper by now”, which, again, fair

though, that’s kind of exactly my point though. everything that Tomura is, everything he’s done, he’s done because of AFO. AFO has so effectively shaped his personality and his worldview by this point that it’s all but impossible to penetrate that. he’s AFO’s puppet. but the problem is that rather than treating him like a victim, you all are treating him like a casualty. like he’s already a lost cause. but good luck trying to convince Deku of that

WHOA WHAT, RANDOM SUPER-IMPORTANT AND BIZARRELY UNRELATED EXPOSITION DROPPED IN JUST LIKE THAT??

way to still not reveal Sixth’s name, btw. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW, DAMMIT. but also so this confirms something we basically already knew already, which is that not even AFO can steal OFA. it literally can’t be taken away by anyone unless the owner wills it. SO SUCK ON THAT AFO YOU EGG

(ETA: so I have no idea why this was omitted from this translation, but apparently the Sixth’s name was revealed as “En”, which is obviously not his full name but at least it’s something. also he most likely has a fire or smoke-related quirk based on the kanji used, 煙.)

so Banjou is saying that Deku’s “lack of an iron will” could be a disadvantage against AFO. hahaha what?? Midoriya “I’ll break all of my bones without blinking an eye just to protect someone” Izuku lacks an iron will? do tell

he says this is going to be a test of Deku’s determination. well yeah, no shit. but just not in the way you guys think

OH HELLO AGAIN

darker hair again here! but I don’t trust the contrast in these scans at all after last week. his coveralls are way darker than they looked before too, and you can clearly see he’s standing in the shadows now

(ETA: yep, once again the raw shows that his hair is considerably lighter than what’s shown in these scans here. although there’s no mistaking now that his hair is consistently being colored in this slightly darker shade, and it’s not just the lighting.)

anyways lol First was saying something about how AFO can’t steal OFA, and they’ve spent all this time cultivating it as the ultimate weapon against AFO, and blah blah blah. go on then, keep lecturing

NANA GODDAMMIT NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT

girl what?? you did everything in your power to protect your family, and AFO, fucked up man that he is, targeted them anyway. there is one person and one person only to blame for what’s happened to Tomura, and that potato-faced asshole needs a good kick in the balls

NANA GODDAMMIT DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE

SO HELP ME GOD!! I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG YOU’VE EVER HAD!! THAT IS A THREAT

so now Nana is all “I’m just going to call my grandson a Thing to ensure that fandom has only the freshest, grass-fed no-hormones-added discourse this week”

I don’t even need to drop into the tags to know exactly which specific people are going to respond to this, and what kind of posts they are going to write lmao. everyone’s all caught up in the “that thing”, and meanwhile I’m over here completely hung up on this “nay” that’s appeared out of NOWHERE you guys. look at that. she really said “NAY”

Nana, my love, my dearest, I feel you girl I really do. but he’s not an unforgivable manifestation of pure evil, Deku is exactly right actually, he’s a boy in pain. you guys need to stop questioning Deku’s shounen protagonist instincts here and just let him work his sparkly magic. “let’s try and convince Midoriya Fucking Izuku that he can’t save someone” is a plan that is NEVER going to turn out well you guys

“DEKU GODDAMMIT WHAT IF WE CAN’T SAVE HIM” lmao it’s like an intervention

“DAMMIT DEKU JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A SAVING PEOPLE PROBLEM!”

RED ALERT IT’S ANOTHER CLOSE-UP OF THE BACK OF MISTER TWO BON CLAY’S HEAD OMG

(ETA: I was too distracted with freaking out about Two and Three to really appreciate how ridiculously handsome First looks in this panel. but on my second readthrough it stood out so much that I had to go back and add an extra bullet point just to talk about how hot he is. look at him. wtf.)

THAT IS DEFINITELY AN UNDERCUT. THE PLOT THICKENSSSS. also those are fucking exhaust vents on Mister Three’s neck. MISTER THREE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE RELATED TO THE IIDAS, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS I’M DYING OVER HERE

so now Deku is launching into what will undoubtedly be a “saving people problems require SAVING PEOPLE SOLUTIONS” heroic counter-speech!

I mean, they can already feel the “lol nah I’m gonna try and save him” feelings running through him lol. ~OuR hEaRtS aNd MiNdS aRe CoNnEcTeD~ and all that. this is just a formality, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love a good shounen protag speech

oh wait hold up, do you mean to tell me that the whole “hearts and minds are connected” thing I was just mocking just a paragraph ago actually allowed Deku to feel what Tomura was feeling?? like literally feel it??

YET AGAIN these Tomura feels are pounding on my front door you guys?? they just will not quit?? people my house is already full of feels, does it look like I need you to sell me any more of them?? -- what do you mean, they’re free??

AW YISS THAT’S IT DEKU. THAT’S SOME GOOD SPEECH RIGHT THERE

I appreciate the contrast here between the Douchebag Triumvirate of Overhaul, Muscular, and Stain versus the Misguided Twosome of Gentle and La Brava. never let it be said that Deku doesn’t know the difference between a redeemable villain and an unredeemable one

OH NO -- OH MY GOD

someone please help me I need directions to the OFA Spooky Galactic Nebula Realm in this fictional Japanese manga land. it’s not on google maps. I need to give these two babies a big hug and wrap them up in a blanket and treat them to some McDonalds Happy Meals please help

other things: (1) ENDEAVOR CHILLING OUT IN DEKU’S “PEOPLE I HOLD DEAR” PANEL LMAO NEON DISCOURSE EXTRAVAGANZA, (2) “ONE FOR ALL IS A POWER TO SAVE, NOT TO KILL” I’M ABOUT TO CRY DEKU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO FEEL ALL THIS LOVE, (3) [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THERE’S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING IRON WILL!!!!!!!! -- I’m sorry, please don’t call security, I’ll be good

I just randomly remembered that Deku is still saying all of this in his muffled “FMMPHHMMPHMM” voice and I’m somehow cracking up lol. so actually it’s a very good thing Their Hearts And Minds Are Connected, otherwise they’d no doubt be all, “...what?”

(ETA: so I completely missed this on account of it literally not being visible in the scan at all, but in the raw you can clearly see Baby Kacchan and Baby Shouto fanboying over All Might in two of these panels, and excuse me, ma’am??

thank you very much Deku for including them in your montage, particularly since you’ve never seen Baby Shouto before lol. amazingly accurate image you managed to conjure up, all things considered.)

SDKFJLSKHG -- AS IF ON CUE???

HE’S SO ADORABLE HELP?? Trippy Space All Might looks like he’s about to cry, and First is all “don’t crack a smile... you have to be Firm and Serious here... dammit, don’t smile” omg

anyways! YOU GO DEKU. “MY QUIRK MY RULES, BITCHES” damn, son

KLJLKKHLG TRIPPY SPACE ALL MIGHT LITERALLY ACTUALLY IS CRYING ALL MIGHT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

“I JUST... [CLENCHES FIST] REALLY LOVE SAVING PEOPLE” FUCKING HELL LMAO THIS IS THE WORST INTERVENTION OF ALL TIME

Deku is literally all “sure, maybe I’ll have to kill him, but have you guys also considered, MAYBE NOT??” it’s no use Nana he’s too powerful

LMAO FIRST

“like I’ve been saying this whole time, you should definitely try saving Shigaraki Tomura.” “but, uh... First, didn’t you just -- ” “shut up”

(ETA: clearly it’s not just his brother who inherited those smooth-talking genes.)

so now Deku has turned back into a sixteen year old and his clothes have gone missing again. just OFA things

dskljdlsklgk

yes... sure... “testing” you...

HEY

FIRST OF ALL, DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI YOU MADE NANA CRY. even if I’m pretty sure they’re actually tears of happiness/relief. and SECOND OF ALL, “TELL MY BOYFRIEND I SAID HI” DJSKDLKJJL ANYWAY MAYBE GRAN, NANA, AND MR. SHIMURA WERE IN A THROUPLE

[SCREAMS]

WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE?? WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE!!!!!

(ETA: and two-to-one odds that we cut away to some other scene once they finally start to turn around next week. I’M CALLING IT NOW. giving myself a week to brace myself for the rage.)

fucking hell. well if anyone needs me I will be adding Horikoshi fucking Kouhei to the list of irredeemable villains, peace

[squishytenya]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙 - 𝕊𝕚𝕩 𝕆𝕗 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤

↬ Parings: Bakusquad (Kirishima, Mina, Bakugou, Sero + Denki) x reader

↬ Reader: Gender Neutral but AFAB

↬ Warnings: Teasing, smut, Light spanking, Very light degradation, Double penetration, Oral (m + f recieving), gangbang, finger sucking (like a lot) , sub reader

It was the scheduled bakusquad movie night. Ever since you guys had become pro heroes you discovered the pay for start ups wasn’t amazing and your group was split between three neighbouring apartments. It was Bakugou and Kirishima in the first one, you and Mina in the second one and Denki and Sero in the last one. Every Friday night you guys show up to Bakugou and Kirishima’s apartment (they have the biggest couch) and have a movie night.

This night they had stuck on some random horror film and you had taken your usual seating. You were sitting on Eijirou’s lap on one end of the sofa, next to you was Sero and then Bakugou. The latter two had your legs thrown over them, bare in your sleep shorts that were really just a repurposed pair of Katsuki’s boxers. Denki was curled in the arm chair that was next to the couch, arm reached out to play with your fingers. While Mina was sitting on a bean bag in front of you, perfect height for you to run your fingers through her hair. Was this a little touchy for friends? Yeah probably. But you guys have always been close and the walls are thin so you know just how far their relationships have progressed. Yet nobody had ever reached that level with you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want it. I mean why else would you be sitting on Kiri’s lap in a pair of his blonde counterparts boxers. Hell, you were even wearing one of Hanta’s oversized hoodies. You could not get anymore obvious without wearing a sign instructing them to ram you into the mattress. Denki’s lithe fingers dragged up your arm, shocking you on the way up. Suppressing a whimper, you turned towards the culprit.

“Getting distracted y/n?” he teased, cute smirk on his face

Your face warmed and you stuck your tongue out childishly. The horror film was suddenly a lot more interesting and you actually found yourself getting engrossed, jumping slightly at the jump scares. A rather loud one caused you to jump and squirm further into the redhaired man's lap. A small grunt was heard above you but you ignored it in favour of the grinning girl who was staring at you from the floor.

“Scared baby?

You went warm again and swatted at her, once again shifting in Kiri’s lap and rubbing your leg up against Sero’s. The nickname had a heat pooling in your stomach. Mina always had that effect on you. Determined to ignore it, you pulled your eyes away from here and settle them back on the tv. Where it just so happens to be showing a sex scene. Who even has sex when someone is trying to kill them? Just your luck. You decided the hairs slipping from Kirishima’s ponytail were much more interesting.

It’s not normally something that would affect you but with Sero’s hand rubbing your thigh like that and the view of Katsuki’s side profile, you were beginning to get hot and bothered. You felt his fingers dance across your thigh, causing you to clench around nothing, and decided it was best if you went to the kitchen. 

“Anyone want a drink?” you asked

A few requests rang out but you were too focused on the way Denki’s eyes were raking up and down your body. To be completely fair on him, Sero’s hoodie had slipped down and was now exposing your shoulder and collar bones. Not to mention the boxers which had rode up your leg a little to show off most of your thigh. Hastily pulling them down your leg, you scampered off to the kitchen.

Once there you began to get people’s drinks requests and paused. It wasn’t long before you were leant  over the sink splashing your face with water as if you were washing away those thoughts from your head. In your rush you didn’t hear the kitchen door opening until a large hand was placed on your waist and bulky hips pressed against your ass. Pushing back on them, you whimpered at the hardness pressing against you.

“You weren’t being very nice in there you little tease” growled the deep voice of Bakugou into your ear.

You shivered. Of all the things you had done tonight, none of them were intentional and none of them were directed towards Bakugou. Still, you couldn’t help but grind back onto him.

“Leaving shitty hair in there with the biggest boner he’s ever had and walking around with this out” he punctuated his growl with a hand that slid down your ass and grabbed it in his hand.

Groaning, you pushed back against his hand. Moans turned to squeaks when his palm came down on your cheek, landing a harsh spank on the warm skin. Another set of footsteps entered the kitchen and you turned away from the blonde to see a smirking Mina at the door. The pink girl walked over and slid her hand up your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. At the same time she ran her hand up the inside of Sero’s hoodie, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake, and began circling your nipple with her fingers. Whimpers and moans escaped through where your lips were locked until another growl from Bakugou had her breaking away and staring at the blonde.

“Hey you guys” Denki’s voice rang from the living room, “if you’re gonna fuck then at least come in here and share”

The sound of a shoe connecting with skin echoed around the house. Mina grabbed your chin gently and turned you to face her, sincere look in her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this y/n” she whispered, “we will stop if you tell us to and nobody will be mad, we can even go home if you want”

You melted into the sincerity of her words and the softness of her hand against your face. It felt like your brain was going fuzzy but you looked her in the eyes and nodded. 

“It’s okay Mina, it would be a lie to say I haven’t been thinking about it” you admitted shyly, “just go easy on me?”

With that confirmation, Bakugou grabbed your shoulders and started leading you to the living room. You felt a thin hand slide down your waist and pat your ass where the blonde had spanked. Whines that escaped you at the motion had Mina cooing at you. The moment you entered the living room again, 3 sets of eyes were on you. 

The hardon you had left Kiri with was straining obviously against his shorts from between him and Sero, who had replaced you on his lap. Denki was off to the side, obviously having been leaving hickeys on the tape users neck. You shuddered at his swollen lips when they moved into a smirk, swift tongue licking across them at the sight of you. Bakugou moved his hands to the small of your back and pushed you down onto the sofa, causing another squeak of surprise.

It was cut off by a flurry of red hair and soft lips pressing against yours. You were soon heaved back into your original spot on his lap, facing him this time. The bulge in his pants rubbed up against your core which caused you to moa into his mouth. Hands that were gently stroking your arm earlier slid up your hoodie and pulled it off of you, successfully exposing your naked chest to the cold room.

“Aw no shirt for us baby, it’s like you were asking for this” teased Denki, biting at your ear.

It was like you were on fire and it was starting to ache between your legs, Kirishima’s bulge felt good against you as you rolled your hips down on it. Denki continued his assault on your neck but you felt a set of lips kissing down your chest and looked down to see a head of black hair. Sero nipped and sucked at your soft skin the entire way down until he reached your nipple. Then, without warning, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to swirl it round until you were groaning. Your fingers slid through his hair and tugged at the nape to try and get him to let up a but but it only succeeded in making him groan and his tongue vibrated against your nipple.

“C’mon assholes stop hogging them” growled Bakugou from the other end of the sofa, “you’re all still fully clothed tch”

Well you weren’t. He was well aware if the red eyes dragging up and down your naked torso was anything to go by. You stood on shaky legs and looked around for Mina. Pink arms snaked around your torso and her own naked chest pressed up against your back. The giggle she let out against your neck made your knees go weak.

“Lets get these things off baby, I can already tell how wet you are”

Fingers toyed with the waistband of your borrowed underwear to exaggerate her sentence. All of their comments had like commanding, teasing lilt to them and she was right about how soaked through it made you. You were pretty sure there was a noticeable patch on your underwear which was only confirmed when Sero’s hands slid up your thighs and pulled them down. Denki smiled from the other side of Mina and slid a couple fingers down the front of them

“Katsuki look, they’re soaking”

You whimpered and buried your face into Mina’s neck the best you could from this angle. All of them were now staring as Kaminari’s fingers were pulled out of the fabric and shown to the room. It became apparent just how worked up you had gotten by the glisten of his fingers. Shyly, you looked up only for the fingers in question to be tapped against your bottom lip. Instinctively, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, lapping up every trace of you on them. 

“Fuck that was so hot” you heard Sero whisper from below you and suddenly you were being layed on the floor. Kirishima and Bakugou spared no expense on their house so the rug was fluffy and seemed to hug you as you were laid on it, a comfort in your nervous state. Looking up from between your hands, you saw Mina kneeling next to your head, Kirishima and bakugou either side of your waist and Sero between your legs. Denki was somewhere walking around, probably finding a place to settle. They were all naked, leaving your underwear the only clothing on.

“This has been a long time coming y/n” Sero purred, resting his head on your knee.

“Mhm” agreed Katsuki, “walking around and teasing us like a little slut, thinking we wouldn’t notice”

Whimpering, you squeezed your thighs together in an effort to relieve some pressure. A thick hand stopped you from your mission and began to spread your legs. Hanta’s warm breath fanned over the fabric resting on your pussy. The wet patch was obvious by now and you were expecting him to remove the fabric. Instead, he liked a stripe over the it, wetting it more. Your head shot back onto Mina’s thigh at the sensation. 

“Hanta please don’t tease” you begged, hand coming up to run through his black locks

You felt him smirk against you and heard the others moan at the sound of you begging. Bucking your hips into his face made him finally give in but, these were these guys so they couldn't just do it normally. Instead, Kirishima hardened his finger and used the sharp edge to tear the offending fabric from you. The torn underwear were thrown somewhere in the room and you were about to protest when Mina knelt over your face and cupped your cheek from above you.

“You okay for me to sit on your face, kitten?” she asks, smirking when you nod and whine

Sero chooses the exact moment she sits to slide his tongue up your slit and you moan into Mina. She moans herself and grinds down on your tongue, although your mind is all fuzzy and all you can do is lay there while she uses your face. A delicate hand grabs yours and you immediately know its Denki. The electric user wraps your hand around his dick, using it to thrust into while he watches the other two work over your body. 

Sero circled his tongue around your clit and smirked against you again when you did your best to grind onto his face. Mina brought your attention back to her when she moved up, landing your tongue inside her while what you assumed to be Katsuki’s fingers rubbed against her clit for her. Your strokes around Kaminari had become sloppy but the look of desperation on his face showed you that he didn’t really mind. Sero hummed while latching his lips around your clit and it made you see stars, screaming against Mina. Your hand moved frantically against Kaminari and the blonde boys' ragged moans made your ears burn with embarrassment.

The added stimulation of your noises and Bakugou’s fingers sent the pinkette over the edge and she came with a groan all over your face. Through the haze of pleasure, you could feel her get off of you, swiping her fingers through the mess on your face and pushing them into your pliant mouth. Moaning, you swirled your tongue around her fingers. You felt Hanta move from between your legs and whined. Strong arms heaved you up again until you were back to chest with your redheaded friend.

“Oh is somebody desperate?” Kirishima teased, nipping your ear

“Please Ei” you begged, rolling your hips against him

He chuckled and pulled you up further till you were dangling over his lap. A grunt was heard from beside you and you turned to see Sero and Katsuki making out, the tape user had seated himself in the others lap and was grinding their dicks together. A harsh slap on your thigh brought you back to Kirishima. 

“I thought you wanted to be touched beautiful” he cooed at your puppy eyes

Strong fingers danced up your thigh and came up to circle your clit, still sensitive from Hanta’s previous attacks. What you didn’t know is that it was a distraction from the feeling of his large cock slowly sliding into you. The stretch was aided by a mix of your slick and Sero’s spit but it didn’t mask the full burn and you whimpered at the feeling. Mina pulled herself off of the couch and came over to help you, sliding a hand up your chest and toying with your nipple.

“You’re doing so good for us y/n, so pretty on Eiji’s dick” 

You whined at her words and felt Kirishima’s hips meet your ass. His fingers had stopped playing with your clit and instead moved to grip your hips. Grunts and whines filled the air as he began to thrust into you, murmuring.

“God you feel so good, so tight for me y/n” he grunted

Denki had moved and was stood in front of you, stroking his cock in a thin hand. Straining hands gripped his thighs and pulled him closer to you so you could lean on him for balance. Your head rested on his hip, sucking red marks along his hip bone.

“Think you can suck me off cutie?” he questioned, thumbing at your lower lip.

He had no right to be as hot as he was. The jolting movements of kirishima’s hips was making your mind go fuzzy with pleasure and the thought of sucking the electric mans dick sent sparks down your core. Gently, you wrapped your lips around the head of his dick, pressing a kiss to the tip before enveloping it in your mouth. Kirishima lifted your hips slightly off the floor, suspending you between where his hips slapped against yours and where your mouth was working on Kaminari’s dick. 

The new angle moved you so that he was hitting the right spot with every thrust, the one that made you see stars. The thrusts pushed you further down on Kaminari’s dick and it wasn’t long before he was letting out a melodic moan, pushing your head down and filling your mouth with his cum. Lithe arms continued to hold you up as you looked at him and swallowed. 

“Well that's hot” he murmured, sitting on the couch next to and equally as tired Mina

Him moving away caused you to drop on the floor. Your hips were still being held up and mercilessly pounded into by the redheaded man. The angle left you helpless and you were stuck moaning into the plush carpet, drool pooling underneath your cheek. 

“Eijirou you feel so good” you moaned “m’gonna come”

Thick fingers snaked down to toy with you clit, sending you over the edge. Shudders wracked your body at the pleasure and your thighs shook at the force of your orgasm. Tightening around him proved too much for the redhead and he was soon reaching the same feeling, filling you to the brim with his come. Wincing as he pulled out, you remained with your head in the carpet to catch your breath.

“It’s our turn now mi amor” the sweet voice of Sero crooned in your ear.

The gravelly tone in his voice made you shudder, he must have been sucking Bakugou’s dick while you were...occupied. Your thoughts didn’t linger for very long because Katsuki had begun to lift you up, hooking an arm around your waist to keep you up.

“You’re so hot like this, fuck” he growled, “all fucked out and pretty for us huh?”

Two of his fingers pressed into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Spit pooled around them and Bakugou let out a tch sound. As he moved away, Sero gripped your chin and kissed you, languidly sliding your tongues over each other. The two fingers that were in your mouth trailed down your body and towards your pussy, where thick liquid had started to run down your leg. Bakugou used two fingers to scoop up a trail and pushed it between you and Sero’s tongues, the two of you moaning at the taste. 

Through the haze of your pleasure you felt them maneuvering you until Bakugou was sat against your back and Sero your front. They were of similar length but Bakugou was slightly shorter. He made up for it in thickness though and you were shaking with anticipation at what the position meant for you.

“Think you can take the both of us babe?” Katsuki growled in your ear

You froze for a second, if kiri was a tight fit how would they both fit inside you? Your thoughts were overpowered by the feeling of pleasure at Sero sucking and biting at your neck. Nodding, you closed your eyes and leant back onto the blonde’s shoulder. He went first considering he was the thickest and it would be easier to fit Sero in. Him alone made you writhe in leisure, the position making him press up against your walls in just the right way. His fingers snuck forward to draw circles over your clit, distracting you from the stretch of Hanta’s fingers sliding in against his dick. 

The more fingers he added, the fuller you felt. It was like your whole body was on fire and you felt Katsuki wrap his arm around your waist to keep you from bucking into Sero’s touch. Once three fingers were successfully in, pushing in and out, they decided it was good to go.

“You gonna make me feel good huh my love?” Hanta hummed into your ear “is that okay?”

“Yes, yes hanta please” you whined as he pulled his fingers out “I feel so empty please fill me up, let me make you feel good”

You melted into mindless babbling as the raven haired man pushed his length into you next to Bakugou. The added cum left over from Kirishima plus the remnants from your first orgasm made it easier and soon he was fully seated inside of you. Gasping at the feeling of being so full, you rolled your hips down on both men's lap and they moaned simultaneously. Sparks began to pop against your thigh and a large palm cracked against your ass.

“Stay still or you won’t get to come again” growled a deep voice in your ear

You whimpered at the thought and stayed still. When you had relaxed enough the two men started thrusting into you, setting a pace that made your eyes roll back and mouth hang open. You felt so stretched around the two of them and there was no way they weren’t hitting every spot inside you with their thrusts.

“Holy shit, fuck you feel so good for us y/n” Sero moaned, head bruised in your neck

The praise made your head spin and you felt yourself getting closer. 

“Please let me come, Katsuki” you begged “Hanta please” 

Sero’s swollen lips wrapped around one of your nipples, the other being toyed with by his still slick fingers. This, paired with Bakugou’s fingers sent waves of pleasure over you and you crashed into another orgasm. This time you came even harder than before and was left gasping and breathless between two bodies. Sero finished next, strings of hot cum mixing with whatever hadn’t been pushed out of you by them both. He stayed in you, laying on the floor and pulling you onto his chest, legs spread either side of his hips. The new angle let Katsuki have free reign of the pace and you and Sero both whined at the oversensitivity of him rubbing against you. Sensitive walls fluttered around his dick, causing his hips to stutter. The palm that was previously playing with your clit gripped your waist, pulling you against his stuttering hips and he released inside you. 

Oversensitivity wracked your body and you bruised your neck into the neck of the slender body beneath you. Whining as they both pulled out, you snuggled further into his arms and he wrapped them gently around your waist. A small hand that you recognised as mina’s ran down your back and she started cooing over how good you did for them. She pecked your lips when you pulled your face out of Sero’s neck and you felt your face burn. After all that just happened, they still found ways to fluster you.

“I hope your bathtub is big enough for us all blasty” yelled Denki from the sofa, followed by the sound of a small explosion.

Chuckling at their antics, you closed your eyes closed your eyes, laying between Sero and Mina on the carpet. There was a wet patch beneath you and a stickiness between your thighs but you couldn’t help but think there was no place you’d rather be.

There is probably a bunch of spelling mistakes but oops? Hope you enjoy

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[morganaspendragonss]

so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

*

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

or

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

*

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

*

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

*

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

*

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

*

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

*

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

*

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

*

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

*

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

*

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

*

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

*

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

*

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

[bbystark]

Koneko

Light Yagami x Reader 

Request: “Death note light yagami x reader. Pre kira au. Romantic. Light likes to punish reader for being disobedient and teases her.” by anon 

Warnings: steamy fluff, swearing Light being kind of a dick™, dominant/submissive behavior

A/N: I hope I did the request justice (this took a little while longer than expected), I tried to make Light canon while also letting there be room for affection. Enjoy anon :3 

Word Count: 1103

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Light wasn’t a public person. He had a perfect reputation to uphold in front of his peers and teachers, and he wouldn’t let anyone ruin that. 

Not even you. 

You had met Light at school, being one of the few students that could keep up with him in class. You weren’t particularly outgoing or flashy, you liked staying in your own shell, only occasionally breaking out to prove a point in class or end a debate with some cocky asshole. Light never really paid attention to you, save for the side glances and polite smiles when you backed him up in class when the teacher was wrong. 

But then there was that classic cliche where you get paired up with your crush for a project and all the sudden the two of you are in love. Except you neither of you really had any romantic attraction to each other at first, just a respect for having mutual values of education. No doubt you found Light attractive- the confidence and intelligence were enough to make you look at him a little longer than necessary. His famously good looks didn’t help. But you didn’t hold your breath in thinking you and him would ever be a thing. 

He was pleasant enough to be around, and sometimes you had the privilege of seeing through the perfect student persona he had created. 

Then Light realized you wouldn’t be a bad accessory to hang off his arm. You were one of the smartest girls in school and had never thrown yourself at his feet and embarrassed yourself “Just for a chance Light-Kun!”. 

Not to mention that he actually enjoyed your presence. He almost never said it aloud, but you know. He loves your submissive tendencies and willingness to challenge him. It’s infuriating to him, igniting a flame that only you can quench. He’d like to think he has total control over you, but sometimes, he questions the amount of power you have over him. 

You, of course, are unaware of any power you have, other than maybe getting him to open  up in the late hours of the night and tell you he loves you. Aside from that, he’s completely in control of you. You are not exempt from the dominance that is shown in the very way he holds himself. In fact, now that you know him more intimately, the effect he has on you is worse. 

Today is not one of those days, however. 

“I told you Light, I have to go home. My parents are expecting me.” You grab your notebook, placing it in your backpack and reaching for your pens. 

“And I told you, y/n, You’re staying here. It’s raining and it’s dark out. Don’t be an idiot.” He snatched the pen from your fingertips and went back to his notes, as if you weren’t there. 

“Light-,” you grab for your pen, “Light!” He doesn’t let up, easily moving it away from your hands everytime you come too close to grabbing it. You give up, crossing your arms and throwing yourself on his bed. Your skirt settles on your thighs, almost looking as exasperated as you. 

Light glances at your legs, then turns his attention to his notes once again. 

“What am  I supposed to tell my parents?” 

He scoffs. 

“You’re smart, aren’t you? Tell them you went to a friends house and you can’t get home.” He smirks when he hears your sigh. 

He’s just about broke you. 

Or, at least, that’s what he thought. 

“No, Light.” You see him still, and take the chance to grab your pen. “I have to go home.” 

This time, you turn your back on him.

He looks at you for a split second, and then takes two strides to stand behind you. He grabs both your wrists, your arms bending at your sides. His slender fingers envelop your wrists almost painfully tight. He pulls you against him, your back to his front. You feel his muscles tighten behind you. 

“What did you just say?” He bends his neck to your ear, whispering lightly. When you don’t answer, he pulls you closer and runs his nose along your jugular. His grasp tightens. 

“Answer me, koneko.” 

“I said no.” 

He grip loosens, but only to use his fingertips to dance up your wrist. 

“What kind of boyfriend would I be, letting you walk home alone in the dark and rain, hm? What would people think? Besides, I don’t want you catching a cold and whining about it for the next two weeks.” 

You almost want to roll your eyes, but before you can, he’s pushed you on the bed and carefully placed himself above you. One of his hands hold both your wrists in place. His knee pressing between your thighs. When you realize the position you’re in, heat rises to your face. 

“Oh, look at you. So willing to disobey and then cowering when you’re being punished. Such a pathetic little brat.” His free hand strokes your hot cheek, making you squirm. He pushes his knee closer in retaliation. 

“Stay still, this is what you get.” You stop moving, your eyes trained on his. “Good girl. Now, you’re staying here. With me. For the night. I’ll walk you home in the morning.” 

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, followed by a demeaning pat on the head. 

“Ok Light. I’ll stay.” 

He laughs, then lays on his back, pulling you to lay on his chest. He lays a hand on your hair, stroking it occasionally. 

“You bend to my will so easily. You’d think you’d fight back more, for such a stubborn little thing.” 

“That was me being stubborn.” You pout, irritated that he was right. 

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, y/n.” 

You’re about to say something but are cut off with Light’s fingers gripping your chin and pulling your mouth to meet his. His kiss is firm, and he momentarily darts his tongue out to tease your lips. He pulls away and you’re left with no words in your throat. He’s taken them with his display of affection. 

He seems to know this, and mockingly smirks at you before pulling away completely and returning to his desk. 

“I have more reading to do. Lie down and get some rest, and try not to bother me.” 

You almost argue, but decide against it. Instead you slip off your shoes and nestle your way under the covers. Your eyes get heavy, surrounded by Light’s scent and soft blankets. Right before you drift off, Light pauses from his textbook to look at you. 

“Goodnight, koneko.” 

-

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[karlnapity]

i declare war on my body.

chapter 1: it’s sad to know that we are not alone in this.

(tws: nongraphic self-harm)

punz is the first to come back after the egg is destroyed.

it makes sense; after all, he’s the least connected, the least influenced. he only ever existed on the outskirts of the faction, still the most in control of himself of everyone.

it only takes a few days for him to recover, the red receding bit after bit from his eyes. he spends most of those days sleeping, only waking every few hours to stare at the wall. he tells sam his head feels buzzy, like his thoughts are all out of order, and all sam can do is rub his shoulder and encourage him to go back to sleep.

it’s on the fourth or fifth day he starts to regain any sort of energy, tells puffy a little about what it was like to be under the egg’s influence. he’s allergic to any sort of vulnerability, but no one can deny the way his hands shake, and puffy holds them with her own.

the last of the red bleeds through his tears.

>

it takes around two weeks for ant to make any sort of semblance of consciousness. he blinks his cat pupils open on the final day, stares sam in the face, and starts to cry. his eyes are still purple-tinted, but sam can’t care less as he envelopes his friend in a hug. ant is mumbling something that sounds like ‘i’m sorry' over and over and over again, and sam shushes him, runs a hand along the fur on his head in a calming gesture from when they were kids.

they stay there for a long time. whenever sam tries to pull away, ant hooks his claws in sam’s armor and doesn’t let him leave.

sam doesn’t say anything about it, just obliges.

>

it’s a hard and long process, apologizing. punz and ponk speak in quiet, mumbling voices, and no one dares interrupt them. ant begins with puffy, sitting next to her on the beds they set up, and he recounts the story to her.

“i wish i could tell you more,” he says. “but i don’t remember all that much.”

it’s a complete lie, and he has a feeling she knows, but thankfully she doesn’t pry. she just stands, takes his hand, and pulls him to his feet.

his legs are still a bit shaky, but she supports him as she leads them outside.

the vines are gone, and he can’t help but let out a small cry of relief. she grins at him as she leads him to hannah’s house.

the colors are still gone from her house, but as they settle outside he admires the roses that have started to push through the grass once again.

it’s such a wonder to be in control of himself once again. he opens and closes his hands a few times, still relishing in the feeling.

(he’s not sure of the timeline, of how long he wasn’t himself, but he can’t bring himself to ask.)

he looks at puffy, who’s watching him with a complicated expression. he reaches out a paw, and she takes it.

“i missed you,” she murmurs.

he’s been doing a lot of crying in the few short days he’s been awake, but he never seems to run out of tears.

“i missed you too.”

“we were so worried about what would happen to you after it was destroyed. it had such a strong hold on you…”

“i know, i know, but i’m here now, right? everyone’s gonna be ok.”

(it’s a lie. he’s still coasting on adrenaline, on pure unfiltered relief right now, but he knows it can’t last long. he knows they’ll realize they don’t forgive him, and he knows they’ll realize that it was his fault. because it was. he can’t let himself relax for long.)

she doesn’t make eye contact, and he can see her face pinch a bit at that. he feels a bit of a pit growing in his stomach. he almost doesn’t want to ask.

“what is it?”

she purses her lips. “we’re not sure, on bad.”

his stomach drops.

>

he demands to see bad immediately. it’s a long process, on such tired legs, to get down to the area below. they let him and punz recover on the surface, but puffy said they wanted bad as far from any of the egg’s possible influence as the final vines were being destroyed.

he’s sequestered in a room deep below, and as puffy leads ant down the hallway his anxiety grows.

as much as he wants to see his friend, part of him doesn’t.

a lot of him doesn’t. he stills. he can’t bring his legs to move any more. puffy walks a few more strides before she notices he isn’t behind her, and she doubles back.

she notices his expression immediately. “what’s wrong?”

he struggles to get the words out. he’s been struggling with that a lot, lately. he opens and closes his mouth a few times before he can get it out. it’s still surprising to be able to do so.

“i don’t know if i want to see him.” it’s a painful admission, and part of him fears puffy will immediately call him an asshole. hell, he doesn’t fucking want to see his best friend, one of the people he cares most about, his friend who’s comatose. that’s a bit of a dick move.

but she doesn’t. she rests a hand on his shoulder, and he pulls her into a hug as he hiccups. she rubs his back. they sink to the ground, and puffy holds him close.

“why don’t you want to see him?” there’s no judgment in her voice, not like he feared, and something about it unlocks his words.

“i just… part of it… i don’t want to see the effects, because that’ll make it so much more real.” he bites his lip. “and... we... we did such shitty things together- and i don’t want to remember them- i don’t want to remember how we treated each other- and-”

he can’t breathe. she rubs on his back, murmuring reassurances, and little by little the anxiety in his chest dissipates enough for him to think. he pulls back, a bit, gets a clear look at her face. she gives him a small smile, and he returns it.

“you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. we all get it.” she shifts closer, so they’re sitting side by side on the hallway floor. “it’s a hard thing. you deserve to feel comfortable, first of all. you deserve to put yourself and your recovery first.”

he tugs his knees to his chin. he doesn’t deserve to be first, not after what he did to everyone. puffy’s just being nice. they- his victims- they deserve to be first.

(but does bad count as a victim? he can remember, faintly, being horrible to bad. they fought all the time, he knows that, and not just with words.

the egg pit them against each other, had them fight for everything. he remembers more than he cares to.)

old wounds sting, even after they’ve long since healed. he puts a hand on a faint scar on his arm.

bad doesn’t count as a victim. he shivers.

“ant?” puffy asks gently.

“i don’t want to see him,” he murmurs, as horrible as it feels. puffy nods, pulls him into a brief hug, and tells him to go back upstairs, that she’ll be right behind.

he crawls into bed, and he sleeps for a long, long time.

>

“how’s he doing?” puffy asks as she enters the room. sam looks up from the bedside, setting his book on his lap.

“no change,” he says. puffy purses her lips, takes a look.

bad’s been sleeping fitfully ever since the egg was destroyed. he was the first to go down, collapsing the moment the final vine was severed. sam speculates the egg was siphoning the most energy from him, considering he was the leader of their cause.

he looks terrible. he’s hardly been able to sleep consistently for over half an hour, still gasping and wrenching in what seems to be pain, and they can’t figure out how to fix it.

he still has vines curled around his arm and face. they can’t find where it’s coming from, and every time they trim it back it returns within hours.

a few days ago they came in to find it seemingly ripped out. he was bleeding, badly, but when they returned with medical supplies it had already grown back.

(they decided to keep a constant watch, after that.)

she touches a hand to his forehead. none of them are exactly sure what temperature demons are supposed to be, but all the same he seems far too cold. she strokes his cheek, pulls away and adjusts the blankets. it’s a bit tough, with his height, but they make do.

he’s so pale. his skin looks almost gray where it used to be vibrant, and the red accents still haven’t turned from white.

(he looks dead. every time she comes to see him she can’t help but reach for his pulse. can’t help but check.)

she leans back, sighs. “ant didn’t want to see him.”

sam frowns. “punz and ponk didn’t, either.”

“he didn’t say much on it,” she continues, sitting beside him. “but he seemed almost… scared, i’d say. he said they didn’t treat each other too well.”

“it’s not surprising, is it? it must have been torture, it’s not surprising to learn it had them be awful to each other. if they were too close they’d find a way to fight back, and it couldn’t have that.”

she nods, putting her head in her hands. sam rubs her shoulder. she leans into his side, lets herself break just a little.

(only a little.)

“i just wish he’d wake up.”

“i know,” he says quietly. “i miss him. we’ve just got to hope it’s soon.”

>

punz starts out the day with the express need to forget what the fuck happened.

he can’t bear the way they look at him. puffy and sam’s pity makes him sick, and ant’s trying desperately to avoid him at all costs, and ponk still has a hard time looking him in the eye.

it hurts. he wants things to go back to the way they were, but he doesn’t because that was dream. he’s not sure what he wants.

he deserves a fucking break.

he’s not supposed to leave, yet, not without someone to accompany him, but he doesn’t care. the constant care is suffocating, and he just wants to pretend he’s back to normal for five fucking seconds.

so he grabs a bag, a couple loaves of bread, and

his head still hasn’t cleared, and his body is still utterly shot from being stretched to its limits for months, so he can’t run too far, but he doesn’t care.

(the pain is good, means he’s atoning, and when his lungs burn this hard he can’t even focus on memories.)

he coughs, stumbles, and finds himself on the ground. he rolls over, lays flat on his back, and stares at the sky. he wants to scream.

can he not have five seconds?

his brain feels fuzzy again. it’s been hard, lately, to think much of anything beyond a need to escape a mysterious, nonexistent enemy that’s probably just inside his own mind, but he can’t relax, can’t let himself go, can’t concentrate on anything because of sheer fear.

(puffy says it’s hypervigilance, a trauma response, but that doesn’t make sense, because wasn’t he doing the traumatizing?)

none of it makes any fucking sense. he just wants to curl up on the hill he’s found himself on, stay there forever. it’s so hard. he just wants to stay here forever.

he curls onto his side, closes his eyes. everything’s fuzzy.

“punz?”

he jolts, almost screams, but it’s ponk. he can relax around ponk. ponk’s safe. he settles back onto the ground. “you awake, buddy?”

he waves a hand, and ponk grabs it. he feels the other sit beside him.

“you’re not supposed to run, it’s not safe.”

punz grunts, rolls back onto his back. he has to put extra care into making words, now. it’s so much more tiring. he considers just not responding. he does. “yeah.”

ponk sighs. “ok. can you stand?”

it’s a long process to get back to the base.

>

bad wakes up slowly.

the first time, sam barely notices it. he rolls over, raises a hand to rub on his face, which isn’t too uncommon. the keen of pain that follows is still business as usual, much as it makes sam’s heart ache.

then, all of a sudden, he gasps. his hands fly up to pull at the vine on his face. his eyes are still closed, but he’s crying, sobbing, even, and he grasps with what seems to be his full strength. sam stands, trying to figure out what to do, when the vines fly off with a sickening noise that makes sam want to be sick.

they fall to the ground, and he raises a netherite boot to crush them. it makes a horrible squelch, and sam knows he’ll have to burn the boots later to get the stain off, but it doesn’t matter.

what matters is the blinking, too-dim, barely open eyes in front of him.

sam pulls him into a tight hug. bad makes a sort of growl in the back of his throat that makes sam’s hair stand up on end.

bad doesn’t usually speak in his native tongue, anymore, and sam has no idea what he says, but he doesn’t care.

his friend is alive.

>

everything hurts so much. every single nerve in his body feels like it’s on fire, feels like he’s burning up from the inside.

someone- sam, it’s sam, it’s sam it’s samit’ssam- is petting his hair, running his fingers through the knots and working them out gently. he’s saying something, but the rushing in bad’s ears is too much to be able to understand anything at all.

he’s so tired. he wants to fall asleep, wants to sleep forever, but the pain is so much that he can’t do more than collapse against sam, let the other man carry his weight. he wants to bring his arms up to return the hug (it’s the least he can do) but he can’t.

he lets out a whine. everything is too much. the world is too bright, his own breathing is too ragged to his ears, even sam’s touch hurts. sam just continues murmuring words bad doesn’t understand and running his fingers through his hair.

the door opens, or at least he thinks it does. he’s not sure. his weight is passed from sam to another and he cries out. he doesn’t want sam to leave him, but this new person talks in a voice that calms him. he feels a warm washcloth on his face and it’s the only thing that doesn’t burn. the person takes his hands and warms them between their own, and the pain eases just a little.

he relaxes, slowly.

there’s still whispering in his ears and he tries so hard to tune it out.

(it hurts.)

he curls in on himself when it grows too loud.

it gets louder. he doesn’t stay awake for long.

[suneatersupportsquad]

red handed; colby brock

request:  im not sure if you do requests or even any imagines for colby brock anymore but i was wondering if you cold make a exception, so basically the plot is that the reader met colby through kat and since then they hit it off, now their in a secretive relationship the only person who knows is kat but she only knows the reader has a crush on colby. one day everyones hanging out in the same room room and colby is sexting the reader, sams curious to whos hes texting and they find out their dating.

dedication: @whydontweanons​

genre: fluff, subtle smut?

pairing: colby brock x gn!reader

characters: colby brock, sam golbach, katrina stuart, corey scherer, jake webber, kevin langue, brennen taylor, devyn lundy, tara yummy

word count: 1.8k

warnings: alcohol, what would probably be underage drinking, NSFW (barely), sexting (duh), mentions of COVID-19, quarantine

a/n: of course i’ll still write for sam and colby!! it’s just that, since i’m not as active of a follower of them as i used to be, my goal is to write for fandoms that i’m more invested in at the moment. but, honestly, i don’t think i could ever really stop writing for them. i love those boys so much. also this plot made me laugh so hard when i saw it in the best way possible. getting this request honestly made my day, so thank you for that!! anyways, i’m a little rusty, but here we go.

important links: masterlist

find more fics at my new blog @trapboysbunny

You and Colby had known each other for a long time - pretty much since he’d moved to LA with Sam - and you had been involved romantically just as long. You had met him and Sam through Kat on a boring Saturday night when all their friends flaked on coming to a little kickback they were hosting. Trying to be a good friend and cheer the boys up, Katrina had invited you to hopefully kickstart some emotional momentum. Your eyes met Colby’s for the first time and you clicked. Something in your gut had told you that the two of you would end up being close, and it was right. You had hit it off immediately, not taking very long to start laughing at one another’s corny jokes and telling stories over Smirnoff Ice while some random late night show played in the background. From that night on, it was history.

Since then, you two had been practically attached at the hip. If you weren’t sitting on the same room or facetiming, you were definitely texting one another. It became a running joke in your friend group that you two had evolved into a pair of siamese twins, or that being without you gave Colby separation anxiety. The two of you found it even more amusing when you actually began dating, not long after that fateful first night. It amazed the both of you that you were able to hide your relationship so well. No one had a clue. The two of you laughed about it quite often, actually, over late night phone calls and tipsy afternoons spent only with each other. No one knew, and nobody needed to know.

Colby, due to the internet and his fanbase being the way it is, preferred to keep his personal (and especially romantic) relationships more on the private side. His intent wasn’t necessarily to hide his feelings and relationship with you from his friends, but that particular topic of conversation never really came up in your friend group. Everyone had just kind of figured that everyone single would simply date someone when they were ready and tell everybody about it when they felt the time was appropriate. It wasn’t that Colby didn’t want to tell them, he just didn’t see the point in going out of his way to tell all of his friends hey after God knows how long I finally have a partner. He just didn’t want to make a big deal out of your relationship. Knowing his friends, they would definitely make it into some type of big thing, not to mention that Jake would dub the occasion as “cause for celebration” (which was really just an excuse to drink more). So Colby preferred to keep things on the quieter side for you two; neither of you wanted to make your relationship into an object for speculation.

Kat was the only person out of all of your friends to have any knowledge of your feelings for Colby. And thank God for her; if you didn’t have her to gush about Colby to, you probably would have either exploded or died. Or both. And she was there for every single second of it. She loved hearing about your movie nights, your urban exploring adventures, the sweet yet mundane things he would do to make you happy, literally anything. She ate that shit up like a man starved, and you did the same for her and Sam (regardless of the fact that their relationship was public already). You hadn’t told her explicitly about the nature of your relationship with Colby, really just gushed about your ever-growing love for the boy. Unbeknownst to you, she firmly believed that you only had feelings for Colby, clueless to the fact that the two of you had actually been dating for quite a while now. With her “go get ‘em, tiger” comments, along with similar remarks, you assumed that she had some sort of idea about your relationship with Cole, hence why you had never explicitly told her about your secret boyfriend. Kat, being the good friend that she was, never spilled your “secret” feelings to anyone else. Not even her boyfriend.

Eventually, quarantine started up amidst the international COVID-19 pandemic and you had begun practically living with the trap boys. A day without you in the house was enough to prompt concern for the boys, minus Colby who always knew the real reason why you weren’t coming over. This soon became the new normal, you taking a “day off” every few weeks to get tested just in case. At this point, it was almost comical that no one had figured out you two were dating yet.

One particular weekend afternoon, everyone in your friend group was hanging out at the house. You and Colby were sitting on opposite sides of the room, you next to Kat and Colby seated beside Sam. It was particularly warm today seeing as this Saturday landed smack in the middle of the infamous August heat wave, so you had thrown on a tank top and some shorts, nothing to flashy. Colby had dressed similarly, wearing only a muscle tee and a pair of trunks.

You were sat beside Kat, the both of you trying to listen to the story Devyn was telling. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t ignore the way your boyfriend was staring at you from across the room. You looked away from Dev for just a second to shoot him a glare when you realize exactly why he’s looking at you. The speed at which the blood rushes to your face is dizzying, and you drop your head to stare at your lap. Motherfucker- You sigh as you pull your phone out of your pocket. “Quit it with the blowjob eyes asshole,” you type before pressing the blue send button.

You feel his gaze break as his phone vibrates. Trying to ignore him, you refuse to meet his gaze again, putting all of your effort into focusing on Devyn’s story. Seconds later your phone vibrates in your pocket. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the screen reads, and you shake your head.

“Uh huh sure ok.” You pressed send again.

Another few seconds passed and your phone vibrated again. “That shirt looks really good on you.” 

You blushed as you read the message, flustered by the comment. Brows knitting together in confusion, you looked up to find him staring back at you with a dopey grin. You hunched over your phone and sent a message back. “You really think so?”

“Yeah, of course,” Colby replied, a gray typing bubble sitting under the message. “But you know how it would look cuter?”

You cocked your head to the side and typed out your response. “How?”

“On my bedroom floor.” You almost snorted at that, clamping a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. Typical. Thankfully no one had been paying enough attention to you to notice that you were distracted.

Colby, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. “Give me this, dude,” Sam said, snatching the phone out of Colby’s hand and effectively bringing the conversation on their side of the room to a halt. “You haven’t been listening for like the past 20 minutes, dude. Now let’s see what’s got you so distracted.”

“You don’t need to look at that, Sam, it’s not that important-” The tall brunette sounded slightly panicky as he reached and grappled with Sam for his phone. Sam played around for a little bit before finally reading the screen, eyes widening in amusement.

Upon finishing his reading, Sam lowered the phone and Colby relaxed, already knowing that he was caught. “So who’s ‘angelcakes,’ huh Colbert?” Sam prodded teasingly.

Colby blushed ever so slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re just a friend-”

“Which friend, huh?” Sam continued his teasing, growing louder and louder with every response until all eyes were on the two boys.

Colby shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but looking more stressed than ever in actuality. “Just a friend.”

“What do you say we call this friend, huh boys?” Sam suggested.

Kevin nodded, agreeing. “I think we definitely should.” Brennen also nodded when Sam looked to him for approval, essentially finalizing the decision.

“Okay then, let’s do this thing!” Sam yelled, earning cheers from all the other curious folks in the room. The blonde boy pressed call and Colby simply held his face in his hands.

You jumped when your phone rang, honestly having forgotten that oh shit, I’m angelcakes. Everyone turned to look at you curiously, Colby even peeking through his fingers. You didn’t even pick up the device, already knowing whose name would be lighting up the screen. “You gonna pick that up or something?” Corey asked awkwardly.

You shook your head, leaving your phone face down in its spot beside your thigh. “No, it’s probably not important anyways.”

A beat of heavy silence passed before Tara spoke. “Gee, they sure aren’t giving up. Maybe you should answer it.”

“Nah, I’m sure it’s just-”

“Yeah, you should answer the phone, Y/N,” Jake agreed, the pieces seeming to click in his head.

You sighed, burning bright red to the tips of your ears. “Okay okay, fine.” You stood and clicked the answer button. “Hello?”

And there it was, your voice echoing from Colby’s phone. The room erupted in cheers of disbelief, the boys pouncing on Colby and the girls slapping you in playful excitement. “I knew there was something going on between you two!! There’s no way there couldn’t have been -- I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Kat squealed, smushing you in a hug.

The rest of the girls echoed the sentiment, a chorus of ‘same’s and ‘I can’t believe you’s. It took a while for everyone to calm down but, once everyone settled, you and Cole managed to get some alone time. The two of you escaped out back, the less than mediocre breeze cooling the sweat that slicked your skin. You held each other, almost as though you were about to start slow dancing. “Damn, caught red handed, huh?”

You laughed breathily, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. “It was only a matter of time, ya know?”

“I know,” he agreed, cheek pressing against your hair. “I’m glad we don’t have to be weird around them anymore.”

“Me too,” you hummed.

Colby pulled away a little bit, just enough for him to look you in the eyes, your arms still around his neck. “Hey.”

You giggled, confused. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

You smiled your confirmation, eyes twinkling under the cheap backyard lights. “I love you.”

.x

[sneezefiction]

I have a request for Tsukki. So we know he’s mean and snarky to everyone and everything, and he’s like that with his significant other as well. Which is okay. But I wanted you to wright a story about how he gets caught using his boyfriend voice by the volleyball team. He gets all frustrated and flustered cause he got caught being nice. 💖💖💖 Thank you.

Boyfriend Voice

Tsukishima x Reader - Scenario

a/n: okay so i really played around w/ this a bunch and well... it’s basically a crack fic. but i really hope you enjoy this goofy mess i’ve created hehehe. and thank you for the ADORABLE, fluffy request

warnings: language

wc: 970

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It happens every so often.

You’ll be going about your daily routines and all of a sudden, you’re the embodiment of charm and cuteness.

These situations just happen to occur whenever Tsukishima is close enough to notice.

Something like you trying to reach the top shelf of a cabinet to grab a cookbook. The way you stretch to grasp it, pulling your shirt up and exposing your skin.

Maybe you’re leaning over to speak to a baby and your voice takes on the sweetest nature and quality. 

Or you’re being smothered in puppy kisses, tiny paws stamping their prints on your thighs, your giggles filling the span of the room, or echoing off the houses in your neighborhood.

All of these things are objectively good, Tsukki decides

You are undeniably adorable and even Tsukki cannot resist the effect you have on him, swearing you’re going to ruin him someday.

However, if it were only an emotional adjustment he had encountered under those (unfortunately) lovable circumstances, there wouldn’t be much of an issue.

He could deal with the undignified fluttering of butterflies and the pink tint that forced its way onto his profile.

It was the voice that came with those symptoms that gave him such grief.

A voice that grew too fondly of your presence, allowing itself to forget it’s master. Utterly vexing.

Oh, how could it betray him?

Yes, Tsukishima is suffering from and referring to his dreaded “boyfriend voice.”

The pitch raises into a mild and kind tone, showcasing an entirely new side of Tsukki. A side unknown even to himself.

And you just eat it up.

There’s nothing more satisfying than being coated in compliments and teased relentlessly by your blonde boyfriend with a voice that reminds you how genuinely rare you are to him.

Even when he’s insulting the living hell out of you, as long as you’re alone, the “boyfriend voice” will inevitably shine through. 

But at school? In public? Around friends?

Hell no.

He had a reputation to uphold. Pride! Standards!

Yet, no matter what he does, things never go according to Tsukishima’s plan.

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You habitually visit Karasuno’s volleyball practice after school every day.

You’re usually greeted with adoring shouts and rounds of laughter. Pretty, smiling faces, sweaty from jumping and tumbling around the court.

You love that you’ve been so welcomed by your boyfriend's team and you always shoot them your friendliest smile…

But still, you never fail to save your truest charms for Tsukki.

You admire him from afar, observing his build on the court. Always so focused.

He’s intimidating. Daunting. Powerful.

But as soon as he steps off the court, there you are.

His demeanor visibly relaxes, a softness falls over his previously rigid stance, and that honey-golden gaze lights up just enough that you notice… but no one else.

And he tries to remain discreet. Calm, cool, and collected.

That is until you run up to him, gathering him up in an embrace.

He’s sweaty, but it’s okay. You don’t mind.

You missed him today.

And apparently, he’d missed you too, because he instantly has you pressed up against his chest, laying his head atop your own. There were perks to being this tall. This just happened to be one of his favorites.

The team had gone on break, scattered throughout the gym, and noise saturated the room from strategizing and planning.

So he takes a moment to let you know he loves you while everyone else is distracted… 

And that beautiful voice decides to join in as well.

It’s sultry but soothing. The alluring expressions dripping into your ears almost like a lullaby.

“Hey, baby… Didn’t your dumbass have to retake that math test from this afternoon? I thought you’d come later.” He jokes with a soft smile on his lips, the harsh words bizarrely refreshing.

“Nah, I told you I passed. Also, we can’t all be big-brained like you, weirdo.” You flick his forehead, playfully.

A few heads turn toward you two, but it goes unnoticed by Tsukki, still watching you closely.

“Maybe if you’d stop procrastinating your cute ass wouldn’t need my help studying anymore.” He shoots back a little too loudly.

The volume in the room drops significantly after that comment, now even more ears turned toward Tsukki, his arms still around you.

Tsukki had only recently warmed up to PDA, so the whole team is in shock, their absolute curiosity taking over.

“Well, whatever. I’m proud of you.” He mumbles out.

There it is. The true boyfriend voice. Sweet and simple.

It isn’t monotone and there isn’t a hint of sarcasm.

He just sounds… happy? Like maybe he isn’t an asshole all the time?

“Tsukishima… are you being nice?” Hinata butts in, practically wedging himself between you two whilst tilting his head, that orange hair flipping with it.

And suddenly, Tsukki is back in the real world, out of his trance.

What had he said again? How did Hinata get there? Had he been there the whole time?

And why is it that the entire Karasuno volleyball team is either gathering around you or staring from afar?

Even Kiyoko’s unable to look away.

“EVERYONE, TSUKISHIMA IS ACTUALLY NICE!” Tanaka blurts out, completely stunned.

Nishinoya is snickering in the corner. 

Daichi and Asahi are sick and tired of this team.

“So now we know how y/n can actually deal with him… ahh, the mystery is solved.” Sugawara comments, clearly having wondered this before.

Yamaguchi is doing damage control, trying to calm everyone down.

But before Tsukki can even speak, his body has made a beeline toward the door dragging you behind him by the hand.

His coldhearted demeanor. The calculated image he’s been portraying.

All spoiled.

Because now they know…

That Tsukishima has the capacity for kindness.

That he is only mean and insulting most of the time.

And you two have a lot to talk about on your long walk home because this stupid “boyfriend voice” you love so much is taking over his whole damn life and he has no idea what to do about it.

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tags: @cherryonigiri

[roselarkiin]

Brettsey + #18 🥰🥰

This is not a drabble, this is a full blown fic! 3k words of Brettsey fluff under the cut.

Prompts from this list are still open.

Warning: Teensiest bit of barely there smuttiness at the beginning.

18. "What do you have behind your back?"

There's a hand on her waist that Sylvie immediately recognizes as the familiar touch of Matt's hand massaging her hip as consciousness pulls at her. A shiver shoots down her spine as his hand dips under her shirt, gliding up her side to cup her breast. His lips brush against her shoulder, and her mouth curves into a smile. Rolling over, she turns to face him in the bed they share.

He flashes a sleepy smirk at her, reaching forward to caress her cheek. Then he leans down to kiss her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a happy sigh against his mouth.

"G'morning," he says, his voice still rough from sleep. He wraps an arm around her back. He pulls her close as their legs tangle together.

"Good morning," she murmurs. Her eyes are drawn to the sight of his bare chest. It never fails to have an effect on her. Her fingers trace patterns across the muscles beneath her fingertips. They stare at each other for a moment. Matt's watching her with hungry eyes before Sylvie breaks into a grin, pressing her lips against his.

His lips are on her throat, kissing along the underside of her jaw, sucking the flesh into his mouth. Her lips part, and she moans, pushing herself closer against him, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

She turns her head, her lips brushing against his ear. She whispers, "I think you're setting yourself up for disappointment," a joking lilt in her tone.

Matt smiles against her neck before pulling away. "Oh yeah," he chuckles. His eyes lock with hers, and he raises his eyebrow at her, questioning. He shifts them, so he's pinning her to the bed. Sylvie laughs, her arms coiling around his neck as he leans down, capturing her mouth with his again. Sylvie nods, smiling against his lips.

It's not that she doesn't think this is an excellent way to start their morning. In fact, it's probably her favorite activity to start their day. But she's fairly certain she's already heard the pitter patter of little feet outside their bedroom door. They do not have the time for her to enjoy him the way she wants to.

Sylvie loves her girls. She thinks they're pretty amazing. She's definitely not biased or anything.

But their girls are not to be trusted. They seem to have a penchant for finding trouble. One or both of them always seems to be getting into mischief.

She caresses her husband's cheek with her hand. "I'm pretty sure the girls are already awake."

"I locked the door. They can't get in," Matt answers, unperturbed. As if the solution is that simple. Unfortunately, they've learned that lesson the hard way one too many times over the years.

"Exactly," Sylvie laughs, leaning forward to steal another kiss. "Who knows what those kids are doing to our house without supervision. They could have trashed the place by now."

Matt grins, all mischievous and charming as he resumes trailing kisses down the column of her neck, continuing his descent. He slides Sylvie's pajama shirt up her torso as he moves down her body. His teeth sinking into the flesh of her stomach.

Sylvie inhales sharply, arching her back into him. Her hand returns to his hair, tugging hard. "Matt," she groans. He smirks against her stomach, soothing the skin with his tongue.

He looks up at her from his position between her thighs. Waiting for confirmation she wants him to continue. He's not an asshole. As much as he wants her right now. If she's saying no, he's not going to push it.

And despite her earlier protests, she gives him a coy smile when she pulls her pajama top over her head, tossing it to the floor. Matt's mouth curves into a wicked smile, kissing his way upward again, leaving a line of open mouthed kisses to her breasts. His tongue flicks over her pebbled nipple, and she lets out a low moan.

"Mama!"

The shout comes from down the hall, and they both start at the sound.

"Told you so," Sylvie gloats.

"They'll be fine," Matt insists, shaking his head. "Let them figure it out for themselves." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Her hips rise off the mattress involuntarily as he drags the shorts from her hips.

"Matt," Sylvie exclaims with a laugh, shoving at his shoulder.

The sound he makes is half a laugh, half a groan. He knows any chance they had has just gone out the fucking window, but damn it, he's still going to try. He drops his head to her shoulder before rolling onto his back, letting out a deep breath and running his hand down his face.

His gaze never leaves her body as she crawls out of bed. Sylvie just rolls her eyes at him, but she can't help but feel a little disappointed at the interruption. Her children certainly have impeccable timing. She quickly finds her discarded shirt, pulling it over her head and adjusting her shorts.

"I'll deal with the kids. You're going to have to deal with that," she says, arching a brow at him, her hand gliding over the tent in his pants before settling on his stomach, "on your own."

"MAMMMA!" The shout comes again. Louder and drawn out, a little more desperate this time.

"I'm coming!" Sylvie calls back. Matt chuckles beside her. She leans over, swatting his chest, giving him a final kiss before heading to the door. She takes a deep breath before opening the door to go in search of their children. Five-year-old Esme and two-year-old June.

"June, stop!" she hears Esme yell, followed by June's melodic giggles. Sylvie's eyes widen, and she picks up her pace, heading in the direction of Esme's bedroom. Her mouth forms a thin line, wondering what her daughters have gotten themselves into now.

Their girls fought like any set of siblings. They were enemies one minute, best friends the next. Sylvie knew that June, being the younger sibling, got on Esme's nerves most of the time. But more often than not, they got along.

Just yesterday, when Sylvie woke, she found the two cuddling on the couch, watching cartoons together as Matt made breakfast. It was probably too much for them to ask that the peace lasts for more than one day. And she finds herself wishing for another day like yesterday.

When she opens the door to Esme's bedroom, Sylvie has to stifle her own giggles at the sight in front of her. Laughing will only encourage the toddler, and she doesn't want to give the kid any other ideas. They haven't noticed Sylvie's presence yet. Too busy with each other. But Sylvie can tell she hasn't arrived fast enough, and the damage has already been done.

Esme holds June at bay, her hand on her younger sister's head, with her arm outstretched, so she's out of reach. It doesn't deter the two-year-old as she swings her arms, trying to attack Esme with the markers in her hands. June's little body is bouncing and laughing, like she's having the most fun ever. Esme does not seem pleased.

Sylvie steps forward, and before she can say anything, her daughters' heads snap towards her. June's little eyes go wide, and she stops her attack, backing away to the other side of the room, shoving her hands behind her back.

"Look what she did to me!" Esme yells, stamping her foot. Sylvie chuckles, not able to hold it in any longer. Not only has June scribbled all over her sister's face with the colorful markers, but all over herself as well. "Mama, it's not funny!" Esme insists, and she looks like she's about to cry.

Sylvie crosses the room, wrapping her arms around Esme, pulling her in for a hug. "I know. I'm sorry, Ez Pez," she apologizes, running her hand down her back. "I shouldn't have laughed."

Sylvie turns her attention to her younger daughter. June looks up at her mother with wide puppy dog blue eyes and smiles at her, showing lots of teeth, trying to make herself appear innocent. That smile can get her out of anything if she tries hard enough. She's cute and she knows it. And she tries to use it to her advantage any chance she gets. She and Matt will be in for a world of trouble with her in a few years.

Sylvie places her hands on her hips, trying to keep her face and voice stern, even though she really wants to laugh. June's crazy bed head, matched with her multi colored scribbles, makes her look ridiculous. "Juju, what did you do?"

June's eyes flick to her sister, then back to her mother. The toddler frowns, her brow creasing. Sylvie can see her little mind working. Like there's something she wants to say but thinks better of it. Instead, she says, "I did nothing, Mama," batting her eyes, her arms still plastered behind her back. "Ezzy pwetty."

Sylvie has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing again. Because, of course, that is her daughter's response. She returns June's smile, kneeling down, so she's eye level with her daughter. "Oh yeah. What do you have behind your back?" she asks, holding her hands out in front of her.

June refuses to meet her mother's eyes, knowing she's been caught. She hadn't thought this far ahead. She shuffles her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and for a second, Sylvie thinks she might try to flee. Finally, she brings her hands out from behind her back, revealing the markers.

Sylvie feels relief wash over her as she inspects the markers in June's hands. Thankfully, they're just Esme's washable markers, and June hadn't got her hands on the permanent markers.

"Did you ask your sister if she wanted you to make her pretty?" June shakes her head no, her eyes downcast.

"I was asleep!" Esme loudly informs Sylvie, crossing her arms over her chest.

Taking the markers from June's hands, Sylvie replaces the caps, putting them down out of her reach. She stands, picking up June and resting her on her hip as she turns to Esme. "Come on, let's get the two of you cleaned up," she says, holding her free hand out to Ez, pulling the girl into her side.

When they reach the bathroom, Sylvie places June down on the floor in the doorway. "You sit here and do not move until I tell you to, understood?" she tells the toddler sternly.

"Yes, Mama," June mumbles, picking her favorite stuffed animal from the floor and holding it to her chest. A stuffed hippopotamus the toddler has named Henry.

"What if we can't get it off?" Esme looks up at Sylvie, her bottom lip sticking out as tears start to pool in her eyes. "Ellie's birthday party is tomorrow!"

Sylvie sighs. It's too early in the day to deal with crying children. Sylvie hugs her daughter tightly, smoothing down Esme's blonde hair with her hand, trying to soothe her worries. "I promise we'll get it off before the party tomorrow," Sylvie assures her, stroking her cheek. She gives Ez another squeeze before pulling away to grab a wash cloth and the soap. "All right, you get started on your face while I clean up your sister."

As Esme takes the wash cloth from her, Sylvie turns her attention back to June. Sighing, she picks up the toddler, setting her down on the bathroom counter, trying to assess the damage June has done to herself with the markers.

"What have I told you about coloring with markers?" Sylvie places a finger under June's chin, tilting her head up, so she's looking her in the eye.

June looks back at her with wide eyes. "Only on da paper," she answers solemnly.

"Exactly," Sylvie says, tickling the toddler's sides, making her squirm. "We only draw on paper. We don't draw on our sister. Not without her permission."

Sylvie doesn't care too much about the marker. It will wash off. She's a big believer that kids don't have to be clean all the time. They should be allowed to get messy. She grew up on a farm, for christ's sake. She and her brother were always mucky. Just because she's now raising a couple of city kids, it doesn't mean her beliefs have changed. If this was something they'd done together, instead of June targeting her sister while she slept, it would have just been an amusing start to their morning. But they've been trying to teach June about consent and respecting other people's boundaries lately. It's still a work in progress.

"Would you have been happy if Ez did this to you while you were sleeping?"

June thinks for a moment, her entire face scrunching up as she considers her answer. Finally, she nods, grasping Sylvie's cheeks between her palms, squishing them together. "Yes."

Sylvie laughs, her face softening. "No, you wouldn't."

Just last week, Sylvie had witnessed June's biggest meltdown to date. A full on, kicking and screaming, throwing herself on the floor, tantrum. All because Matt cut her sandwich into squares instead of triangles 'like Mama does' and her strawberries weren't cut right either. So, no, the two-year-old would not be happy if the roles were reversed.

They're working with June on how best to control some of these new, powerful emotions she has.

It doesn't take long for Sylvie to realize June is worse off than her sister. While June had mainly concentrated on Esme's face, the marker is everywhere on the two-year-old. All over her face, down her arms and legs. Sylvie catches June's swinging feet and raises a brow at her daughter. The bottoms of her feet are a rainbow mess.

"On your feet, too?" she asks incredulously, shaking her head. June nods, giggling in response. "What are we going to do with you, Juju?"

It's pointless trying to remove the marker from June with a wash cloth, and opts to put her straight into the bath.

Matt enters the bathroom just as she lowers June into the water. As he takes in the sight of his family before him, he's unable to keep the fond smile off his face. Esme standing in front of the mirror, furiously scrubbing at her face. Sylvie kneeling beside the tub as June splashes happily in the water, still rainbow colored. He's able to piece together what he missed earlier. He drops a kiss to the crown of Esme's head, resting his hands on her shoulders.

June beams, smiling up at him with a cheeky grin. "Mornin' Matt."

As most kids do, June recently discovered that her parents have names that aren't Mama and Daddy, and she has taken to using them every chance she gets. She gave up fairly quickly with Sylvie when she didn't get much of a reaction from her mother. But Matt hates it. He bites every time, and the toddler finds it hilarious.

Matt scowls at June playfully, his eyes narrowed. "Good morning, June."

June frowns back at him, her bottom lip jutting out. "No, Juju," she replies, petulant, pointing to herself. She's been going through a phase lately where she insists everyone calls her by her nickname at all times.

A chuckle escapes Matt's lips, and he mimics June, pointing at his own chest, squinting at his daughter. "Daddy," he counters.

June giggles, letting out a little sigh. "Morning, Daddy."

He smiles softly at June, his heart swelling in his chest. He kneels down in front of the tub, beside Sylvie. "Good morning, Juju." Careful to avoid the marker on her face, he places a kiss to the top of her head as June throws her arms around his neck. "You look like you had some fun this morning," he says. When he pulls back, he takes her arms from around his neck, holding them out beside her. She gives an enthusiastic nod, eyes sparkling.

Sylvie glares at her husband. "They'll be fine?" she says, arching a brow at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Looking down at June, wide eyed, Matt chuckles under his breath. "You're going to get me in trouble with your mama."

Sylvie laughs. Rolling her eyes at him, she teases, "You don't need any help from her in that department."

And yeah, sure, this one is kind of on him. "Why don't I finish giving June her bath?" he asks, leaning over, pressing his lips against Sylvie's, in an effort to placate his wife.

Sylvie nods, smiling against his lips, lingering for a second before pulling away. "I'll get started on breakfast," she offers. She stands, pushing against the side of the tub.

Her smile widens when she catches sight of Esme drying off her face. There's no trace of the marker left on her face. Sylvie takes her daughter's head in her hand, kissing her forehead. "See, I told you we'd get it all off. Do you want to help me with breakfast?"

A smile spreads over Esme's face, and she nods eagerly. "Can we have pancakes?" she pleads, grabbing onto Sylvie's hand.

"Of course," Sylvie answers, ruffling Esme's hair. She follows after her daughter, stopping in the doorway, turning back to watch her husband and their youngest daughter with a look of complete happiness on her face. As if he senses her gaze, he turns to her, and they share a soft smile.

The moment is ruined when June's fists strike the water, splashing it everywhere, hitting Matt square in the face. Sylvie tries to bite back a laugh, but it comes out as more of a snort.

"Hey," he exclaims, laughing as he reaches for a towel to dry his face. He splashes the toddler back, settling her off in another fit of giggles.

Matt is a wonderful father, not that she ever had any doubt he would be, and she would be content to spend all day watching him with their children. She could not have asked for a more devoted husband or attentive father to her children.

"Mama, come on!" Esme demands, tugging on Sylvie's arm impatiently.

These moments, when they aren't on shift, and it's just them and their girls, are one of her favorite things. Their mornings rarely get off to such an eventful start, but Sylvie wouldn't trade it for anything.

[thesightstoshowyou]

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

           Summary: Bo wants you to pitch in a little more. He gets more than he bargained for.

             Warnings: Dubcon, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, slapping, degradation, facial, swearing, objectification of reader, alcohol use, mentions of death and violence.

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             “Put this on.”

             You drop the rag in your hands to catch the yellow floral dress before it smacks you in the face. You glare up at Bo from you spot on the linoleum. Your knees ache. You’d been scrubbing grime off the kitchen floor for two hours.

             “What for?” you ask, bracing a hand against the counter to heave yourself to your feet.

             “It’s time you start pullin’ your weight.” You look around you, flabbergasted. What had you been doing all this time, if not ‘pullin’ your weight?’ Cooking and cleaning all day, every day wasn’t enough for him?

             You keep your mouth shut. The answer is obvious. Of course, it isn’t enough. Nothing would be. If it was up to Bo, you would have been dead the first day you walked into this God-forsaken town.

             “Can I at least know what I’m supposed to do? You know, so I do it right?” You adopt a sweeter tone, hoping to quell the sour mood Bo always seemed to be in when he spoke with you.

             “Two college assholes campin’ nearby.” Bo adjusts his hat and crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame before continuing, “They’ll be needin’ a fan belt. Lester is on his way to get ‘em. Need you to bring one up to the house for Vincent while I take care of the other one.”

             What is it with Bo and fan belts?

             Then, the gravity of what he’s said hits you. Instantly, you pale. They’ve never had you participate before. You can’t do it, no way.

             “Bo—

             “You’ll do this, or I’ll make sure the next one on Vincent’s table is you. Got it?” He snarls, leaning forward and shoving a finger in your face. You clench your jaw, hesitantly nodding. What choice do you have?

             “Make yerself decent and meet me at the shop in a half.”

**

             You understand why Bo chose this dress. It’s tight, flaring out at the hips and hanging just halfway down your thighs. Your breasts are almost spilling out the top too. It shouldn’t be hard to lure a ‘college asshole’ up to the house looking the way you do now. You wonder which poor soul wore this dress before they ended up in the museum.

             You think you might be sick.

             As you walk to the shop, the oppressive Louisiana heat beats down on you, making you squint and pant. Sweat beads along your forehead and chest before spilling into your cleavage. You adjust your outfit, hoping to hide a little more skin. You feel exposed. The old wax woman across the street peers disapprovingly out her window. You flip her the bird. Poor old bitch.

             You round the corner to the little gas station, heart hammering. Lester’s truck isn’t there, but you can see three shadows inside the darkened shop window. You fluff up your hair, sucking in a huge breath. You can do this. You have to do this. You don’t have a choice.

             “Hey, Bo, need anything?” You adopt a honeyed southern accent, resting your hands on your hips, your face breaking into a smile. You hope it looks genuine.

             The three men inside turn to look at you. All three are apparently struck dumb by the sight of you. As you lock eyes with Bo, you fight the blush creeping up your neck. Baby blues rake over your body before snapping back to your face. He grins.

             “Hey, sis. Just in time.”

             Sis, huh?

             “These boys need a V-belt. I don’t see any here. You remember if we have any up at the house?”

             “Yeah, we just got some in today,” you chirp, reaching behind you to pull your hair off your dewy neck.

             “Would you mind takin’ one of these two up to the house to get it? I ought to go over cost of repairs here.”

             “Can do.”

             “Dibs!” shouts one of the boys, a tall, lanky thing wearing the stupidest sleeveless shirt you’ve ever seen. ‘Party with Sluts’ it reads. Okay, maybe this won’t be so hard. His friend punches him in the arm and he laughs before sauntering over to you, motioning for you to lead the way.

             “Hey, behave yerself. That’s my lil’ sister.” If you didn’t know Bo, you’d think he was teasing, messing with the kid, but the smirk curling across his face tells you he’s dead serious. No part of that smile reaches his eyes. You do not envy the kid you’re leaving here with him.

             “Bo! Knock it off,” you giggle, pretending to be embarrassed.

             If you were to look back on the conversation you had with the nameless guy you’re leading to his death, you wouldn’t remember a word of it. Your blood rushes too loudly in your ears to hear half of what he’s saying. You just giggle and play with your hair every time he speaks. It seems to be working.

             “Uh, kay, wait here, I’ll just run upstairs and get the belt,” you say a little too loud so Vincent can hear. You leave him at the bottom of the stairs, careful to accentuate the sway of your hips as you climb the steps so he’s distracted.

             Vincent wastes no time. As soon as you make it to the top, you hear a strangled shout, a heavy thud, then nothing. You don’t turn around.

             The second you make it to your room you peel the dress off your sticky skin and hurl it across the room. Desperately, you fight the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and the burn in your throat. You had to. You had to. You can’t die yet, not after everything you’ve been through.

**

             You carefully level off a cup of flour before tipping it into a bowl on the counter. You do the same with the baking powder, salt, baking soda….

             It’s three something in the morning. You haven’t been able to sleep all night. So, you do what you always do when you can’t sleep: You bake cookies.

             You gather up the butter wrappings and head for the trash can. As you move, you catch something out of the corner of your eye and jump in shock, gasping and bracing a hand against your chest.

             Bo leans against the doorway, beer in hand, mechanic suit half off and tied around his waist. He chuckles quietly when you grasp the counter and take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

             “You scared the shit out of me,” you chide, tossing the wrappings into the garbage. You glance down, noticing your bare legs. Right. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Vincent’s flannels. You didn’t think anyone else would be awake at this hour. Three AM usually found Bo passed out, Lester camping somewhere in his truck, and Vincent toiling away in the basement.  

             “I’ll go put some pants on,” you mumble, moving to leave the kitchen, but Bo extends his arm across the doorway to block your exit.

             “Nah. You look good in my shirt,” he comments, mouth quirking up at the corner in that stupid self-satisfied smirk he always wears. You glance down at the red and black checkered flannel, then back to Bo again.

             “I thought it was Vincent’s. I must have got it mixed up in the wash.” You swallow, looking away. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, like a wolf eyeing an injured lamb. He sets his beer on the top of the fridge.

             “No harm, no foul,” he murmurs, dropping the arm from the doorway to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You jerk out of his reach, backing away. He follows leisurely, pressuring you until you’re backed up against the counter. He doesn’t stop advancing until his face is inches from yours.

             “Bo,” you mutter, a shaky breath leaving your mouth with his name. You say it like a plea.

             “Yeah?” he purrs, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He leans in closer, so close you can smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath.

             “Please,” you whisper, voice trembling. He groans quietly under his breath at that.

             “Hmm, say that again, darlin’.” You shake your head, tensing when he reaches up to glide his fingers, feather light, across your jaw. He continues, “I didn’t like the way those fuckers were lookin’ at you today. Not. One. Bit.” He taps you on the nose in time with the last three words.

             “Well, they’re dead now, so….” You trail off, your hammering heart trying to force its way into your throat.

             “Mmm hmm,” he hums, “You did good today, baby. Real good.” You swallow, face heating up, a jolt of arousal sparking between your legs. His voice, the fingers stroking along your collarbone, his words; they’re having an effect on you.

             “Bo,” you beg again, more insistent this time.

             “You don’t like this?” he asks, stepping forward so you’re pressed flush against him. The heat of his body is overwhelming.

             “N-no, please, s—

             Your plea is cut off by the gasp that sneaks from your throat when Bo shoves his hand into your underwear and drags his fingers along your dripping slit. He brings them in front of your face, showing you how your slick shines in the low light of the kitchen.

             “I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he purrs, grinning wider, “Open your mouth.” You bite your lip and Bo strikes, gripping your jaw hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. You won’t like it.”

             Slowly, you part your lips, opening wider when he shoves his wet fingers in your mouth.

             “Clean ‘em off. That’s a good girl.” You roll his fingers and your own salty taste around on your tongue, sucking on them when he demands it. That pulls another low groan from him.

             “I knew that mouth was good for somethin’.” He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them back into your panties. You inhale sharply and bite your lip again when his deft fingers find your clit, circling slowly, torturously.

             “Fuck, you’re wet, baby girl.” The words are whispered against your lips, his warm breath washing over your face. You let out a shaky breath, forcing your hips to stay still and not buck like you want. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

             Bo chuckles against your mouth before dragging your underwear down your legs, kneeling as he goes. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Vincent could walk in any minute, or Lester, you’re right there in the open—

             Bo dives in, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming. All your thoughts derail, crash, and burn. Your eyes roll back and you grip the edge of the counter with one hand, the other flying to your mouth to muffle your wanton moan.

             He laughs, dragging his tongue up your slit and lapping at your clit, slow, deliberate licks with the flat of his tongue. You can’t help it this time; you grind your hips into his mouth and he grabs a handful of your ass to pull you closer. He slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them and making you whine pathetically. Jesus Christ, you’re already close.

             “Bo, Bo, Bo, I’m…I’m gonna—

             And then he pulls away. Your frustrated gasp is silenced when Bo slaps the inside of your thigh, hard. It makes you yelp and try to squirm away. He stands and grabs your jaw roughly, squeezing painfully.

             “Uh uh, I don’t fucking think so. Yer gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, understand?” You nod, skin feeling like it’s on fire. You haven’t been touched like this for six fucking months. You worry you’re going to be consumed by need. You’ll say anything he wants.

             “Oh, ya’ want that now? You want me to fuck ya’?” His lips are wet, shining with your juices, and inches from yours again. He grinds his hard, clothed length against your hip.  

             “Yes,” you slur. It’s hard to talk with his hand squeezing your face so hard.

             “You forget your manners, sweetheart?”

             “Please, Bo, please,” you beg, resisting the urge to jerk your head out of his punishing grip.

             “Good girl,” he praises, spinning you around and bending you over the counter. He tugs your arms behind your back, gripping your forearms with one hand while he frees his cock with the other. It slaps against your ass, hard and heavy.

             In one, smooth motion, he lines up with your entrance and slams home, impaling you. You shriek behind grit teeth. Your walls spasm around the sudden intrusion and you wiggle your hips in an attempt to adjust to the stretch.

             “Ohhh fuck, that’s tight,” he growls in your ear, giving you no time to catch your breath before he’s ramming into you. The wet smack of skin against skin echoes around the kitchen. Every thrust pulls a strangled moan or whimper from your throat as you desperately try to contain your sounds of pleasure and pain. Bo laughs cruelly, hot breath puffing against your ear.

             “What’s the matter, baby? Don’t want anyone hearing you get fucked?” He punctuates the last word with a particularly vicious thrust. You mewl, and Bo wraps his free hand around your throat, pulling until you arch uncomfortably.

             Despite the mean treatment, Bo still manages to push you to the brink of orgasm again, his cock battering that perfect spot within you. You can’t speak well at this angle and with his hand tight around your throat, but he feels you beginning to clench around him, feels your legs trembling violently.

             “Yeah, cum on my cock, sweetheart, c’mon, give it to me, fuck yes, yes, yes—

             You bite your lip so hard you taste the coppery tang of blood on your tongue. Hot pleasure curls through your core, numbing you as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Bo groans in your ear, releasing your neck in favor of digging his nails into your hip.

             “’M gonna cum. Yer gonna—f-fuck—gonna get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth, understand?” Dazed, you nod. Bo pulls out and as you turn around, he shoves you down to your knees so hard they crack against the linoleum. Your pained grunt is interrupted when Bo fists a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

             “Open yer mouth, stick out yer tongue, yeah, fuck—

             His voice is tense, clipped, his hand pumping his slick cock. He utters a broken moan and you snap your eyes shut as he paints your face, lips, and tongue white.

             “Swallow,” he orders breathlessly. You do as your told, forcing the bitter taste of him down your throat. He hums in approval, releasing your hair. You wipe your face on your sleeve and crack your eyes open to peer up at Bo. His cheeks are flushed pink, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, chest heaving.

             “Goddamn, you look good like that,” he says, mouth turning up in a crooked grin. After tucking himself away, he helps you to your feet and grabs a nearby washrag to blot away the cum staining your skin. Your legs wobble, your crimson cheeks growing redder the longer he grins at you. Bo smooths your hair back, tucking it neatly behind your ears.

             “There. Good as new.” He swats you on the ass, making you jump in surprise. “Now get to bed. I expect breakfast in the morning, as usual.”  

             What a bastard.