#brother in arms yea i bet he was in your arms

[tai-lung]

KUNG FU PANDA 3 (2016)

I fought by his side. I loved him like a brother. And he... betrayed me. Well... now I will destroy everything he has created.

[phoward89]

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Based on this ask

Love Is A Losing Game

The avox stood against the wall, waiting for you to beckon, while you sat in your sunroom with your longtime best friend, Livia. You were at a small table drinking tea and listening to her complain about her toddler, Plutarch.

“Ugh. I swear, I can't even go to the powder room without him following me.” Reaching for a biscuit, your dirty blonde friend sighed, “I told Hilarious that we need to hire a nanny, but he said no.”

She took a small bite of her biscuit as you sipped on your tea. You didn't know why she was so upset about her toddler wanting to spend time with her. And you told her so too.

“You just don't understand how demanding motherhood is, Y/N. Just you wait and see.” Pointing to your round belly, Livia factually remarked, “In a few more months when you pop out Coriolanus’ little brat you'll be singing a different tune.”

“Don't call Cassian Xandros a little brat.” You snippily ordered your friend, causing her to just roll her eyes at you. Setting down your teacup, you decided to change the subject to something that you needed to get off your chest; something that's been eating away at your mind. “I think Coryo's having an affair.”

“He's only been president for a few months, Y/N. If word got out, well, it'd be scandalous and I'm sure his political career would be dead in the water.” Livia told you while nibbling on her lemon butter biscuit. “Do you know with whom?”

“No, but I know he has to be having an affair, Livia. I mean he comes and goes at all hours and half the time he's not even coming to bed; we haven't slept together in a while too.”

“Oh no, now that is a problem.” The dirty blonde socialite sighed. “I bet it's Clemensia Dovecote that he's cheating with. You don't know, since you were a couple grades below us at the Academy, but they were always walking into the school linked arm in arm. Even though they denied it, they looked like a couple back then.” Livia bluntly informed you, picking up her teacup and sipping it.

“Really? I didn't know that.” You honestly told your friend. Reaching for your own teacup, you revealed the name of the person you thought your husband had a thing for back in his Academy days. “Coryo was always with Sejanus back then; I always got the vibe that they were a little bit more than just friends.”

“Oh I hope not. He was district.” Livia spat out; the thought of the president having a past love affair with a district person making her skin crawl.

If only she knew about what went down between him and Lucy Gray. Oh, she'd shit her pants if she knew about that.

You know, of course, since he told you about it after a year of dating. When you had to all but pull his teeth to get him to reveal why he refused to tell you that he loved you; show you anything other than lust and his OCD tendencies.

It didn't bother you.

Correction, him having Lucy Gray as his ex and his failed first love didn't bother you, but the number that she did on him- now that’s what bothered you.

She fucked his head up pretty bad; took you a long time to unfuck it up too. To get him to be able to confess his love to you.

But somewhere deep inside of your soul, you always feared that Coryo was just telling you what you wanted to hear. That he didn't truly love you; that he could turn to somebody else once he got bored of you.

“Yea…but they were close friends. Like brothers” You reminded Livia. “And his death hit Coriolanus hard.”

That was an understatement. Your husband still had nightmares about his fellow comrade’s death. It happened a decade ago, but he was still haunted some nights by nightmares. Those nights you usually had to ride his cock to calm him down so he’d be able to go back to sleep.

He never talked about the nightmares, other than the one time he told you that it was about Sejanus’ death. You never pried, knowing that the Plinth boy's execution was a taboo topic for Coriolanus.

The socialite rolled her eyes, only to suggest, “If you think he's having an affair then you should wait up for him tonight and confront him.” Giving you a look from over her teacup, she added in, “It's what I would do.”

Coriolanus was exhausted. No, wait, take that back- he was FUCKING exhausted.

Between trying to clean up the fucking mess that older then dirt President Ravenstill left for him and trying to ensure a smooth transition of head gamemaker duties to his successor (a recent University grad that sadly didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground), he was stretched too thin.

Burning the candle at both ends as one might say.

He was barely sleeping; worse he was barely able to spend anytime with you.

You were 6 months pregnant with his first child.

A son.

He felt guilty for being in his office on the opposite side of the presidential palace or at the Citadel, but he didn't have a choice. The games along with trying to keep the country afloat was his top priority.

As much as he wanted to spend his late afternoons and evenings with you, he couldn't. And he wanted nothing more than to fuck you dumb on his dick every night too, but sadly he was just too tired anymore for that either.

When the new Head Gamemaker calls up in the middle of the night frantically asking what to do if an intern falls into a mutt tank…well…yea…that's when Coriolanus knows he has to do two jobs instead of just one.

He's stuck puppeteering the new head gamemaker *cough* telling him step by step how to do is damn job since he fucking fudged his job application and has shit for brains *cough* and running a country that's national bank account’s lower than it should be *cough* looks like President Ravenstill and his cabinet were embezzling funds or something cause the numbers aren't adding up *cough*.

“Yes, well, if you need any more assistance on this matter don't hesitate to call.” Coriolanuse tightly told the Head Gamemaker. The man was grating on his nerves. Before the unqualified idiot could utter a word, the president said goodbye and hung up.

Hung up with a firm, loud, clunk since he was so tired and aggravated.

Unfortunately, the president was always tired anymore. He was even too tired to fuck you these days, which was truly depressing for him since your Coryo felt you were even more beautiful now that your belly's round with his child.

Coriolanus felt that your pregnancy makes you look radiant. Your skin had a glow to it, he felt you look ethereal.

Your tits were full from the milk your body was making in order to feed your son once he was born; he loves your milk heavy boobs. Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man; so your boobs going up by 2 sizes was heaven for him. The president enjoys sucking and massaging them in his large, calloused hands while you ride his cock. Burying his face in them, peppering kisses in your cleavage.

Something his exhaustion has been keeping him from doing.

Also, your ever growing belly (full of the precious life you created during a very passionate and lustful night 6 months prior) made his chest swell with a burning pride. Coriolanus loves kissing your stretch marks and running his hands all over your belly.

He also enjoys whispering to your belly, telling your growing son all kinds of father-son secrets.

But he’s been too tired and tied up with his never ending work to do that ritual.

Half the time he was passing out on the sofa in his office before he could even make it to your room; the other half of the time he was sliding into bed in the wee hours while you were in a deep sleep.

He hated it.

But he has to endure it because he refuses to have the games flop during his first year as President of Panem.

When Coryo dragged his feet into your large, ornate bedroom he wasn't expecting you to be up, waiting for him. He assumed you'd be asleep, like every other night.

“It's nearly 2 in the morning, Y/N. Why aren't you sleeping? You know you need proper sleep in your condition, my darling rose.” Your husband lectured you, tiredly fumbling to untie his tie.

You decided to do what LIvia suggested. Wait for your husband and confront him. So, when he shuffles into your room, a sight for sore eyes, with the nerve to lecture you about being up, you lost it.

Your eyes narrowed at the president as you snipped out, “Coriolanus, I know you're cheating on me. Who is she? Is it Clemensia Dovecote or somebody else?”

Pulling his tie off and tossing it to the side, he looked at you as if you had lobsters crawling out of your head. You’re accusing him of having an affair. Seriously?

“With how I’m spread too thin, darling, where would I ever find the time for an affair?” Coriolanus chuckled.

He thought this was funny, oh how dare he!

“This isn't funny, Coriolanus! You're coming and going at all hours; we never sleep together anymore. Who is she?!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, watching your husband unbutton his waistcoat and take it off.

The platinum blonde’s long fingers numbly unbuttoned his shirt. His tone was flat and tired as he gave you the blunt answer of, “The she that's taking all of my attention off of you, my love, is the shaky finances of Panem and the Hunger Games.”

All of the air was knocked out of your lungs upon hearing your husband's words. All you could do was blink. “What?” you whispered in disbelief.

Coryo's shirt hit the floor, in the pile his red waistcoat and tie was in. Toeing out of his shoes, he sighed, “Being president and passing the baton for the games to an under qualified head gamemaker, unfortunately, has taken up all my time.” Unbuckling his belt and pulling down his deep crimson pants, he offered up a sincere apology of, “I’m sorry, my darling rose, that my neglect made you think, even for a moment, that I’m being unfaithful to you.” His pants pooled around his long, pale legs, and he gracefully stepped out of them. “Y/N, I truly did not mean for you to feel such a way, my love.”

Watching your husband pull off his socks and toss them to the side, you cried tears of joy. “I forgive you; I'm just happy that it's work taking up your attention and not some whore.”

Coriolanus tiredly made his way over to the king-sized bed you shared and climbed into it. Pulling you into his arms, he let out a puzzled scoff of, “Clemmie? Really, of all people to accuse me of having an affair with it's her?”

“I didn't accuse you of cheating with her; that was actually Livia this afternoon when I told her that I suspected you of having an affair.” You informed your husband as he pulled the blankets over the both of you.

“You told that bitch you thought I was cheating on you?!” Coryo exclaimed, his nostrils flaring; baby blues wide in utter horror.

“Don't call Livia a bitch, Coriolanus.” You reprimanded your husband, only to remind him that, “She's my best friend.”

“I don't know how you're best friends with that shrew, darling.” Coriolanus mumbled mostly to himself, even though you heard him. His large, calloused hand rubbed your ever growing baby bump softly. “Telling Livia your ill founded fears was a mistake. She'll just tell that political reject husband of her’s; he'll be calling up Capitol News 6 with a juicy insider story about the unfaithful president.” Coryo’s tongue popped angrily. “My fake affair’s going to be the the main news headliner tomorrow morning, my darling rose.”

“No, it won't, Coryo.” You assured your husband since you had too much faith in your best friend.

Your husband on the other hand didn't have faith in Livia Cardew-Heavensbee, at all. No, he didn't trust her after the temper tantrum she through when her mother informed her that he was courting you, General Prometheus Byzantine’s step-daughter, and had refused to meet with the Cardews regarding a money match.

Coriolanus never told you about that because he didn't want to taint your friendship with the dirty blonde shrew, who only married Hilarious because she couldn't have him: the adoptive heir to the Plinths fortune.

But now maybe it was time to tell you. Maybe it was time to taint and ruin a girlhood friendship of yours.

Only to ensure that you wouldn't trust anyone that didn't carry the Snow name.

Yes, the only people you could trust were him and Tigris. He was even leery about Tigris’ new lover, Aleka. Eh, but that was because his spies haven't been able to dig up enough information on them for the president to decide whether or not they were trustworthy.

But, he's sure that after he tells you the truth about Livia that you'll be rethinking that friendship.

And when (not if) that article hits the news as the big headliner, he'll make sure to invite Hilarious over for drinks.

Drinks that only one of them will enjoy.

Snow lands on top and he'll make sure that anybody who slanders his good name or makes you believe he's an unfaithful man, when he's actually the most devoted and faithful husband in all of Panem, chokes on their own blood.

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[dzvelinaskebiyars]

↭Haitani's little sister.

Rindou and Ran were half-brothers, since their father hasn't stopped with one woman. But when they got introduced to their little sister? That was a shock.

Apparently, you were their half-sister.

You meet them thanks to one of your mother's relative. When you heard that you had brothers, you were so happy and excited but now officially standing in front of them, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Ran flashed you friendly smile and introduced himself to you. Rin, on the other hand, got introduced by Ran.

You walked closer to them and looked at them in awe before handing them the bracelets you made. They curiously eyed the bracelets and put them on. Ran was smiling brightly and even tho it wasn't a big smile, Rindou smiled as well. Maybe they really didn't mind a little sister.

That was the first meeting.

After that, they bought dresses, toys, shoes and everything for you.

Since you didn't have your own room, you were sleeping in theirs. Bet Ran would tell you bedtime stories but would fall asleep at the beginning, so Rindou would have to continue (he didn't know the story but made something up).

You three would mark your height on the wall. Being 4 years younger than them, you were shortest and couldn't escape their teasing about how small you were.

Sometimes it was a bit hard to know whether you thought of Ran as an older brother or parental figure, since he was already very mature for his age and was acting like a parent more like a brother.

I feel like Rindou would urge Ran that you needed to learn how to fight and yes, Rindou did teach you a lot about wrestling, boxing and kicks. You two were training together even.

You'd compete with Rindou often in arm wrestling. Of course he'd let you win.

You were the one who braided Ran's hair and told him to always wear braids and now he does. He likes them too.

You were ALWAYS safe with them. No matter what happened, you knew you didn't need to be scared since you knew so well that you had big brothers who could protect you.

On Christmas, you three gift each other handmade gifts that you made yourselves.

Ran and Rindou would be protective of you but they wouldn't be OVERprotective because you get to enjoy your teenage years.

Ran definitely disliked the idea of you going down the same path as them. He couldn't make Rindou avoid that path, so he hopes he won't make you end up the same way.

Once your friends stayed for girls sleepover and you all started doing rituals to summon your dead fish. No way in hell Rindou didn't get creeped out and was telling Ran to stop this ritual, while Ran was laughing his ass off.

You: I'm having boy problems

Rin: "His body won't fit in the casket" boy problems or "I like the guy" boy problems?

_____

You: Aunt visited us, big bros. She's waiting for you two to come back.

Ran: be nice to her, she gives money.

Rin: we'll be there soon.

_____

Ran: it's 7am you morons.

You: So?

Ran: let me sleep, jesus crispy

Rin: JESUS CRISPY

You: HELP

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You: Rannie, you're colour blind, yes?

Ran: yea, why?

You: I'm thinking about what to get you for birthday.

Ran: I swear if you'll get me Rubick Cubic I'll shoot you.

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[cultofdixon]

It’s the thought that counts

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Baked goods to win the girl’s heart when yours was already his • SFW

Requested: Anon

“Yea think she’s gotten used to this place?” Daryl asks his best friend Carol while they were on the porch, her thinking they were watching everybody but of course he was watching a certain somebody.

“Yeah, I think she’s liking it so far. She is more careful than the others who sort of dived into this place”

“Good…that’s good” He crosses his arms leaning against the post next to the stairs as Carol leaned over the railing noticing his attention never leaving. “She livin’ with yea right?”

“Yeah, Y/N didn’t mind staying in Rick’s the first night or two but once I asked if she’d like to stay with me? She jumped at the opportunity” Carol is close to both Daryl and Y/N. Just one of them is more forward about their feelings.

“…she doesn’t want to be with me in the Grimes residence?” He didn’t even think for long about those words when he asked them. All he knew was the instant realization made him quickly avoid Carol’s smirking. “Fuck off”

“Y’know you’re going to be seeing them a lot right? You’re close friends and she’d rather be around you than anybody else”

“Why yea say that when she’s literally over there talking to this…Aiden fucker”

“Because he’s the head runner for the supply runs. Y/N got asked by Deanna to join said group for her job here”

Daryl scoffs bringing his gaze to the ground. “Bet yea that son of a bitch is flirtin’ with her”

“You care too much and see so little. She’s coming over” Carol whispers the last part causing Daryl to straighten up brushing off dirt or whatever was on his person, nothing. “Hey Y/N”

“Hey! Hey Dar” Y/N smiles at the archer watching him return that smile of his. “I’m glad I saw you were out here”

“Oh yeah?” Carol smiles with intentions that Y/N caught on making her role her eyes as Daryl was left clueless. “Why is that?”

“That Aiden guy?” Y/N gestures with her head. “Makes me really uncomfortable…I’m gonna try and get Deanna to let be on the recruiting team”

“Yea wanna help them bring people in?”

“You’d be good at it.” Carol adds to Daryl’s concern with a bit of a bright side. But Y/N respects the honesty. “But be careful with these people yknow? Aaron is part of the recruiters and they are nice but—“

“I know how to take care of myself…it’s honestly just to have a reason to get outside the walls without needing an escort”

The two look at each other confused as Y/N gestured with her head toward the brothers talking to each other.

“They think I can’t handle myself” She laughs in response to both of them scoffing. “Anyway, I’ve gotta go talk to Deanna and hopefully Maggie can help me convince her…I shouldn’t be out long”

Carol nods smiling, thankful, that she keeps her update and more importantly him. Daryl watches Y/N leave the porch as a thought came to mind.

“Is she going to the party?”

“I don’t know. But I am, to get on people’s good side. Why?”

“I don’t know…if she ain’t then I guess…uh I could…uhhh…”

The woman couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her throat making her friend the archer blush out of embarrassment. She gently grabbed his bicep ushering him inside and deciding to help him.

About an hour or two has passed and Y/N entered the home with a bit of an exhausted look to her complexion. A small smile graces her features as she makes her way into the kitchen finding Carol making another casserole, at least with all the ingredients it looks like she was doing that.

“Another casserole?” Y/N smiles bringing herself to the kitchen island finding all the different items on the counter. “Smells good”

“Oh yeah, another one. The one I’m making is for us though…and a few cookie batches to win some people over”

“Who woulda thought you can make all these things with what this community has found over however long this place has been around…” Her smile falters for a second before she shook off that feeling. “I’m gonna see what they have for anything comfortable. I’ll be back in like. An hour…ish”

“Going to take advantage of the shower and hot water?”

“If I could live in it, I would” Y/N laughs on her way out and the second she left the kitchen, Daryl groans getting up off the floor.

“You didn’t have to do that”

“Didn’t want her to see me” Daryl brought the bowl over with half the cookie dough since a batch was already baking. “Don’t want to spoil shit”

“Well, hate to break it to yea but I don’t think she’s going to want burnt cookies” Carol states indicating they both missed the timer going off as Daryl quickly turns around to pull the batch out.

After Y/N got ready for the evening, thankfully finding leggings and a sweater to wear, she brought herself back to the kitchen finding no Carol but Daryl beating himself up about the batch of cookies in front of him. He was tapping one against the counter telling them both how hard it was.

“Messing with one of Carol’s failed batches?” Her voice startled him out of his thoughts as he sets the cookie he was messing with down trying to think of the words.

“Uh. Yeah” He doesn’t want to say it’s his. “She’s gettin’ another tupperware container from Rick’s”

Y/N took a seat at the island reaching over and taking a cookie as Daryl gives her a concerning look. “What?”

“They’re burnt”

“But not all of it. ‘Sides Id always eat my dad’s burnt cookies whenever he tried to make them.” Y/N broke apart the cookie eating the bits that weren’t burnt too bad. “They are really good, props to the chef”

I’m right here and I should just fucking say I made them Daryl couldn’t help the small twitch in the corner of his lips as he watches her take a few more before taking her leave after telling him she’ll skip out on the casserole.

Before she completely disappeared, Daryl quickly rounded the island as his fast pace made Y/N stop giving him a questioning but curious look.

“I-…Sorry. Forgot what I was gonna say”

“That’s okay. Come find me when you do remember, Dar” Y/N smiles warmly, heading back upstairs with the cookies he made as he watches her go.

Felt like perfect timing for Carol to come back watching Daryl stare upstairs smiling a bit to herself when she noticed his emerge.

“Talk to Y/N?”

“Yeah”

“About…asking her out or?”

“No…” His shoulders slumped slightly as he brought himself to look at his friend. “Anyway. Another batch or should we try and get the dessert?”

“You’re lucky I found a cake tin at Rick’s and I’ll take care of it. Gotta make it perfect” Carol smiles heading toward the kitchen once more. “But you can help, and it’s the thought that counts”

“Always”

Daryl found out through Maggie that Y/N was going to go to the party. Taking the opportunity to scout around the entire community to ease her anxiety and Rick’s. So he was going to wait til she returned to the house to present her with the dessert he (well Carol) made.

Cheesecake. It was HARD. Like real fucking hard. But thank god there’s a vegan option that Carol found in one of the old cookbooks in the house.

“Hey Daryl” Aaron’s voice caught the man off guard as he was following Y/N a moment to make sure she was alright and none of Deanna’s sons were being annoying. “How are yea holding up?”

“Fine. Ain’t going to the party?”

“Eric’s house bound so I was never gonna go but least you thought about it.” Aaron smiles at the archer taking his chance. “Wanna have some dinner? It’s spaghetti”

The archer knew it’d be a while before Y/N made her way back so he took the opportunity and it was a good one. He had a reason for himself to enjoy this place a bit.

Y/N turned away from the window when she heard the knock on her door. Half expecting Carol on the other side but she was happily met with Daryl after he had gotten back from dinner and receiving a bike frame. She was going to ask if he himself went to the party but her eyes were drawn to the cheesecake held in his hands.

“Did you make that?” A bit of a spark in her eyes caught all of Daryl’s attention as he nods fighting back a smile when hers emerged. “Wow…how did…how is it even possible without milk?”

“Cashews apparently…or whatever kind of nut that can be made into milk..” Daryl thought back to the mini argument he and Carol had while making the nut milk about said substitute.

“…Cheesecake is my favorite, I’ve only ever told you that.” She smiles taking the plate when it was handed to her as she couldn’t contain her laughter. “I can’t eat all of this tonight”

The two found themselves back in the kitchen as Daryl let Y/N cut herself a slice about to cut him one when he objected. Given he made it for her.

“We can share then” Y/N smiles wrapping up the main cake and tossing it in the fridge before grabbing two forks for the one slice. “You really didn’t have to make this for me…”

“I wanted to” He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as Y/N couldn’t help but match the same blushing expression on herself. “I’ve always wanted to do this…as if like…”

“Asking me out?” Her tone shifted and Daryl first heard it as confusion but then thought it over and remembered hearing the bit of excitement in her voice. “This…is definitely…”

The small pause caught his whole undivided attention as his eyes looked at her waiting for more watching her take a bite of the cake and absolutely enjoying it.

“One of the greatest things to happen to me” Y/N smiles enjoying the cake sliding it over for him to get a taste of his work. Thought the way he took a bite and enjoyed it more than what a typical baker would with their own work. She knew he didn’t make it, she knew the thing he made were the burnt cookies that she did enjoy.

“Uhm. So…Do you—-“

“I’d love to, Dixon” Y/N continues to smile bringing herself around the island and gaining a bit of courage to press a kiss to his cheek. The smallest affection and impact making him lean into it and chase for another that she would happily give. “It took you long enough…and can I just say something?”

“‘Course” Daryl gave her the smallest smile as Y/N pulled herself close bringing her lips to his ear.

“I think I like the cookies you made more” She whispers with a smile, giving him one more kiss on the cheek which permanently left the blush on his cheeks before pulling away and taking the plate.

[phoniexrose02]

NoNut

Demetri alexopoulos x Black! Reader

Smutt~ 🌰

Demetri had no Plans of Participate in no nut, Expectantly With you Walking By his Side now but When Robby Pulled out a Few Hundred after training, The Game was On.

He'd gotten about 20 Days into the Month before Your Skimpy Skirts an Shorts started to get to him, he wanted to Rip it off you-

"Demi? We still good to go for our Study Date tonight?" You asked innocently Moon and Yas at your side. Though you'd Chosen Simple Outfit it still Hugged and Showed your Curves. You'd thought the Long Black Dress would make it Easier for your Poor Boyfriend to Function, But all it was Doing was Turning him on...

"Yea, After Training of course" he Responded Making Yas Groan Loudly."I don't understand the Hype over these Karate Kids..." She Quietly Groaned out Referring to Both you and Moon, She left to her Last Period taking Moon with her.

You Wrapped your Arms around your Boyfriend Waist Gently shoving him into the Lockers, His Cheeks Began to Heat and he Could Feel His Dick harden as your Plump Tits smashed Against his Chest."Don't Train too Hard Ok?" Your soft Voice an Quiet, you Kissed his Cheek leaving a Glossy Lip Print Before Following the Girls to Class.

He'd been Bricked for the Rest of the School day an Decided to Get some Advice from his Training Pals.

" I can't Win this with Y/n around, Is it Hard with moon too?" He asked Hawk in the Middle of their Spar, He only Smirked before Putting the Young Man on his Back with a Hard Thud, Demetri Groaned the impact Knocking the Wind From him. Eli Kneeled to his Brother an Held out his hand."How Bad do you Want that 200?"

Pretty Bad...

He'd kept trying to tell himself that as he Approached your front door, it was More than Just a Bet. He wanted you to know that he wasn't Just There For your Rocking Body, but for you...

When you showed to his Door your Hugged Dress was Replaced with a pair of Shorts that Rode up your ass and a Crop top that Showed just a bit to much Cleavage.

"Hope your Ready to Study Hard~"

He'd known you enough to know what you wanted."uhm...don't you wanna start the homework!" He Sprung up from your Grasp over to his Backpack Where he Pulled out a Few Books an Paper, he Sat at his Computer Chair Turning away to Face his Desk, you'd Felt a bit Cold from his Sudden moment.

"Demi??"

You shuffled further to the edge his Bed in Suspension, an he finally Turned to you once again."Your not doin' that Stupid Bet are you?" His Face Gave you all the Confirmation you Need an you Giggled."Girls Talk Baby~" he Grumbled. He didn't want to have to Explain it...

"It's a Control thing, Plus id Get 200 out of it" he Shrugged, But the Face you Made to him Let him know you Weren't entirely sure what to say next.

"So you don't wanna Titty-Fuck me Right now??"

You Played with the edges of the your Top letting your Breast Spill from it, You Jiggled them a bit an He became a Tomato as he watched you Bouncing Boobs an Pouting face, he'd almost forgotten is Cash Money Prize."As Much as I'd Love to, I can't y/n, Please Don't make this Hard..." he Snapped his Head away from you to Whatever else he could in the Room."But I Got all Pretty for you Love~" you Mewled out slowly Descending to the Floor and to his Chair, He Watched you Crawl to him like a Predator staring down His Prey, your Breast Swallowing up any Necklace you wore.

"Well..." He Felt his Dick Harden straining in his tight Jeans." I guess when you Put it Like that...I Can't say No~" he Quickly Pawed at his Jeans to Let his Dick loose, you Sat on your Knees Waiting an licked your Lips as It Sprung Free. His Dick Stood at attention for you as He Grabbed a Small Bottle of Lube from His Desk Drawer.

"Haven't bust one in 20 days, make it Note-worthy?~" you pull off your top an bra revealing the Beauty Silver Bars, You watched his Dick Jump as the Reveal of your nipples piercings."Fuck, your Sneaky Minx" You Jerked at his Already Heated tip before stealing the Lube From his Shaking Hands, You Poured some onto your Boobs Before Slipping his Cock Snug in between.

"So Warm~" You Moved your Breast in Figure Eights, Squeezing his Dick and Pinching at your Own Piercings. He Leaned over Mouth agape, you Kissed at his Tip Making him Thrust a Bit into your Chest."Let me Fuck your Pretty Titties~" You Obeyed letting him Take Charge, He Grabbed your Breast by the hand fulls Squeezing them together tight and he leaned back an started his Wild thrust into your Sleek Breast. " Fuck! Fuck! I missed these these pretty Tits!~" Your Face Warmed at the Confession, an you began to lick at the Now Leaking Tip, the Precum warm an Salty. It's all it Took for him to Spill his Cum all over your Face and Tits, But God Damn was it a Big Load~

"God...this is really a Mess, I'll get something to Clean you with!" He Pulled up pants quickly before disappearing into the Bathroom. You huffed at the sound of running water and Grabbed your Phone, you Quickly Snap a Pic of your Cum Covered Tits. He comes back with a Warm Rag and you Quickly Toss your phone back onto the Bed. You Spent the Rest of the Night Making Sure he'd Spilled every last Drop from him, Putting him to Bed Before heading home yourself.

The Next day at school, he Shameful Made His failure known to his Buds Who Weren't too Surprised, Eli of all of his Friends Knew Full Well he wasn't getting that 200. Not only was his Girlfriend Hot but Everyone Knew How Crazy he went for you, How you two Would Magic Disappear any event and try to reappear like nothing happened. Its Obvious to the Boys he wouldn't last Long.

At the end of the school day he found you gossip with your girls in the hallway, Giggling an Whispering as he slowly Approached. Moon Quickly shoved something into your hand Before the Two Push Past Him."Better Luck Next Year..." Yas Whispers an the Girls Run off to Class Giggling. His Eyes finally laid to in Clearly a Bit Confused."What was that??" He asked quietly pointing behind him.

"Us girls made a Lil Bet too" you Smiled flashing the Money to him."It's not a Full 200 but I'm sure it's enough for a Lil Date Night~" you Branded a Beautiful Smile making him Blush a Bit.

"We can Go to my house After~" he Wiggled his Brows an you Follow up with a Pleased Giggle. He wrapped his arm around your waist Leading you to out for your Night of Fun~

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a bit dirty - ch4

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the chime of the entrance bell rings as osamu pushes open the front door, two brown bags of groceries in each arm as he greets you with, “can’t believe you’re here before me.”

“morning to you too,” you tease, rushing around the bar to meet him and take a bag or two from him.

“thanks,” he says as your fingers brush up against his forearm and your heart thumps a little too loud given that you literally just took groceries from him, but you’d argue that it’s not just the groceries, it’s the tone of his voice and his grateful look and the way that you swear his arm moves with your touch just to feel it a little longer.

“course,” you reply, walking back into the kitchen, osamu right behind you, and setting the bags down on the stainless steel countertop. you start pulling things out of the bag, vegetables and sauces and kitchen staples, and he starts putting them away in their respective pantry. 

“thanks for closing for me last night,” he says as he walks back over to the central table where you’re placing all of the ingredients.  

“no worries,” you say, shaking your head, “that’s why you taught me,” you reason.

“that’s true,” he replies. 

you empty the last of the bags, folding them neatly and placing them in the cupboard. “how was your brother’s anyway?” you ask, genuinely curious. 

“really fun,” osamu nods, mulling over something in his head as he continues, “it was nice to just chill on a saturday night for once.”

“i bet,” you smile, “bet you’re glad that I offered to learn to close, huh?”

“definitely glad that i trust someone else enough to close for me, yea,” he says, slightly altering the phrase for the better. 

you’ve only been closing for a handful of months now, were taught a couple of weeks after you returned from the catering event, a couple of weeks after you had sex with osamu for the third time, but on the fucking clock. meaning, it has been a handful of months and some odd weeks since you’ve mentioned anything about yours and osamu’s relationship and what the fuck the two of you are doing or not doing.

you’d think that not mentioning a boundary might be better, easier to navigate if no one has explicitly told the other that it shouldn’t be happening, but the truth is that it’s actually much more difficult. neither of you are sure where the other stands, what their feelings are on the matter, and that fact has led to a standstill. 

not for your job, of course. your job has never been better. you’re still learning every day, you and osamu are still working really well together on the shifts where you’re a team of two, you’re happily taking on more responsibilities and osamu is happily trusting you with them, you trust each other.

but the scope of your relationship, since you knew who he was, of the trust and the easy conversations, has only ever been within the boundaries of work, until he mentions, “you should come next time.”

“what? to your brother’s party?” you ask, and you’re sure you sound as in disbelief as you feel.

“it’s not really like a party,” he says, “there aren’t enough people there for it to be like a party. it’s more like just a small hang out.”

how is that better comes out more like, “then who’ll close for you?”

“we’ll just throw everything in a paper bag and deal with it the morning after,” he explains, because he’s thought about asking you and the intricacies of you saying yes before the words left his mouth, “‘ve done it plenty of times before.” you don’t answer right away, mulling over the ramifications of accompanying him to an event like this.

“if you don’t want to,” he says, and you recognize that hesitancy, the embarrassment, like he’s made a mistake by putting himself out there, by trying to progress your relationship and navigate this really weird time where the two of you don’t know what the other wants.

“no!” you say, abruptly, maybe a bit too loud, “i do! i absolutely do.”

“are ya sure? i know sumu’s a lot, but he won’t be the only one there, sakusa’ll be there and our friend, suna. they’re way more chill. not sure we could all take it if we had someone else in our group like sumu,” osamu explains and excuses all at the same time, slightly rambling, but you’re looking at him like he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

there’s no mention of aran or any other coworker you know and it’s just nailing in how much of a non-work event this is, no social safety net to catch you or to lean back on. osamu will be the only one you really know there. he looks at you, patient for an answer. 

you’ve already made up your mind, know exactly the response you’re going to give, but he just makes it even easier as he says, “i won’t leave your side, swear.”

you laugh, head falling from your spine, goofy smile, you’re sure, on your face as you nod, “then i’d be stupid not to, huh?”

/\ /\ /\

true to his word, the next time that atsumu has a small hang out, osamu invites you. he plans it all out too, schedules the two of you to work together that night, takes responsibility of driving you there and getting you home safely, double checks that you actually want to go, gives you plenty of time and a lot of grace to back out, but you don’t.  

the night of the small hang out, osamu is ready to leave onigiri miya promptly at 9pm. the checks are punched, the money is counted, and the receipts are safely stuffed in a bag for you to sort out tomorrow when you open. you change into more casual, less work uniform clothes in the bathroom, grab the bag of onigiris that osamu has packed for sakusa and suna, and then you head out.

“so which one of these friends is the one that was with you and atsumu at the club that night?” you ask as you wait for him to lock the front door. translation: which of these guys knows that we had sex in a dirty club bathroom?

“omi was there with sumu and i that night, but we’re all really close,” osamu answers, walking down the street towards his parked car. translation: they both know that we had sex in a dirty club bathroom. 

“how do you know them anyway?” you ask before offering a small thank you to osamu opening the passenger side door for you. 

“omi started as sumu’s friend, really, but then the two became inseparable, and sumu and i are practically inseparable, so, y’know,” osamu answers, “and then suna and i have been friends since high school. honestly, been the four of us for a really long time.”

“well, i’m excited to meet them,” you say very truthfully, “especially if you say that they’re more chill than atsumu,” you add, even more truthfully.

osamu laughs, “definitely,” he says, “they’ll love ya.”

the warmth rises to your cheeks, sweat to your palms, and you shift in your seat, turn your body slightly to face him just a touch more, to see the comfort in his features and the softness in his eyes. your heart a subtle drum, echoing in your ribcage, and as your fingers crawl against the center console, creep towards his resting forearm, the rumble roars reverberant.  

the tips of your fingers brush against his wrist and it’s like he’s expecting it, arm overturning, thumb brushing against your palm before threading his fingers with yours like that’s where they’re meant to be. it’s without explanation and void of any reluctance or questioning, reciprocated and assured. 

and you really wish you could make better sense of this.

/\ /\ /\

you assume that atsumu will answer the door given that it’s his place, but your assumption is wrong. when osamu knocks on the door, it takes only a few seconds for someone, you deduce suna, to answer it. he throws open the door, greets osamu with a wave and then you with nod. “yo,” he says, and then holds the door open for the two of you to step inside.

“suna,” osamu says, gesturing towards you, “this is yn.” it’s almost weird for your name to come out of his mouth. he doesn’t say it very often. sure, he does say it, but he doesn’t use it to get your attention and when he does refer to you, it’s not usually in front of you, so you don’t normally hear it. 

“nice to meetcha,” suna says, awkward smile and even more awkward body language as he steps further into atsumu’s apartment. “you work at the restaurant?” he asks, and you know that he knows the answer to that question, but he’s just trying to make polite conversation, and you do appreciate it. you nod. “cool cool,” he nods back.

you already feel like you’re failing at socializing, that osamu is regretting inviting you in the first place, but then he starts talking, conversation directed towards you. “yea, the other day at work, this weird ass guy came in and was practically hitting on you while he was ordering,” he says, practically starting a story, and it works.

“oh my gosh, yea,” you say, nodding as you follow suna into the living room, “he was ordering different dishes, but changing words in the titles to, like, make them pick up lines?”

suna laughs, furrowing his eyebrows, “how does that even work?”

“well, that’s what i was thinking, right,” you say, “but he was really creative, i don’t even remember what he was saying, all i remember was that my first thought wasn’t even oh this is weird, it was how long has he been thinking of this or is he a genius?” 

“well, what happened?” suna asks.

“i basically called samu over pretending to be confused about what he was ordering because i really wanted him to hear what-,” you say and as you’re explaining, suna walks into the kitchen. 

“keep going, i’m listening,” he calls out.

“oh, yeah, so, samu came over and the guy just starts talking completely normal again and i even tried to call him out on it, like, repeated one of what he said before back to him and-,” you say as suna returns, three beers impressively held in one hand, one in another, reaching out and offering it to you. “thanks, -and he just looked at me like i was the weird one.”

suna passes one of the remaining beers to osamu and sets another next to sakusa who is sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. “that’s insane,” he says, shaking his head, “so weird.”

“really weird,” you agree. 

“i always feel like there’s weird shit happenin’ over there at oni-,” suna says, but is cut off.

“hey! the star employee,” atsumu calls out as he enters into the living room and the loudness of his voice and the forwardness of his statement is unintentionally making you feel small very quickly. 

osamu rests his hand on your lower back, a silent signifier of the promise he made to you in the restaurant when he asked you to come, that he won’t leave your side. 

“hey atsumu,” you say, only attention given to his comment a small laugh at the end of his name, “thanks for having me.”

“i told samu that he should invite you over, hang out with you outside of work finally,” atsumu says, flopping onto the couch next to sakusa, arm flung around him, pressed up against his side, very in his space. “isn’t that right, omi?”

“the only good piece of advice i think you’ve ever given,” sakusa says, deadpanned, but the corners of his lips curl upwards when suna chokes on his drink and throws a thumbs up his way. 

“that’s a point for kiyoomi,” suna calls out, “if we’re all keeping score at home, that’s kiyoomi 162 and atsumu 1.”

atsumu sits forward, “that’s because you guys never give me well deserved points. what about the other night when i said that really funny thing and then i was like see that’s point worthy? and then you guys said-”

“not if ya ask for it,” osamu says, “that’s the most basic rule and has cost ya so many points, but ya still keep askin’ for em.”

“if he doesn’t ask for em, how’ll you guys know when he’s being funny?” you joke and the instant that it leaves your mouth, you’re so worried that it won’t land or that it’s too mean, but sakusa chuckles and suna laughs even louder than before and osamu smiles proudly. 

“that’s a point, that’s gotta be a point,” suna says, nodding, head looking back from sakusa to osamu. sakusa nods shortly and that’s enough for suna to laugh even harder. “tsumu, you’re tied for second, but she’s gonna surpass you before the night’s over i bet.”

osamu nods over to the couch as atsumu starts yelling at suna. he walks over with you and sits down next to you, arm draped over the top of the couch, just barely ghosting over your shoulders, and all you want to do is lean your weight into his side, but instead you stay upright, rigid almost as you hold the bag of onigiris in your hands. 

sakusa spots the bag as it drags on the floor, looks down at it and then raises his eyebrows at you. “you brought gifts?” he asks and you offer him the bag, leaning forward to hand it over. “thanks,” he offers, instantly rooting around to find his favorite and tearing it open.

“don’t get rice on the rug,” atsumu says, interrupting his argument with suna, clicking his tongue. 

“fuck off,” sakusa answers, biting into the onigiri again. 

“look, at least eat it over a plate,” atsumu complains, standing up and walking into the kitchen to grab a few small plates. he hands one to sakusa and another to suna, grabbing the bag from sakusa’s feet and throwing it to suna’s. 

atsumu is starting to seem less and less scary. 

/\ /\ /\

halfway through the night, atsumu is walking around picking up little pieces of trash and dishes that sakusa or suna have left, complaining loudly at every single one. “you guys are horrible guests, y’know that? ya’d think that i’d have ya over enough times and ya’d start cleaning up after yourself.”

sakusa and suna and osamu all ignore atsumu’s complaining while he’s in the living room, but the second that he disappears into the kitchen it’s more direct, “samu!!!!! come help me with the dishes,” atsumu yells. 

“dumbass, it’s your party, you clean up,” osamu yells back.

“you always help me with the dishes,” atsumu whines. 

he refuses to leave you alone. he made a promise. and you love having him here, sitting on the loveseat with you across from suna and omi, but they’re talking to you and they are, indeed, much calmer than atsumu, not that you thought he’d lie to you, and you’re enjoying your conversation a lot. “you go ahead,” you say, steady look thrown his way to prove how truthful you’re being and he hears it all loud and clear. he nods, smiling, leaving the three of you alone in the living room.

/\ /\ /\

a bit later in the night and the only two people in the living room are you and osamu, but there isn’t any space to show for it. you’re pressed up against each other, legs draped over his thighs, practically in his lap, pointing at the frames on atsumu’s walls and the photos inside of them and the stories behind them, finishing whatever number beer this is. 

you don’t even really remember getting into this position. it was either gradual enough to not notice the shift little by little or the change felt so natural there wasn’t a before and after, only a now. your spine is pressed up against the arm rest, backs of your thighs resting on the upper tops of his, your hand resting on the grasp he has on your knee, and the way that you’re pressed together isn’t even the most intimate thing about the two of you right now.

because osamu has been telling you a story for the past twenty minutes about the first year that he opened onigiri miya. you knew the jist of it, the broad strokes, the big details. you knew numbers and dates and first recipes, but hearing about his soft open and how his regulars became regulars felt much more telling. 

you didn’t know about his somewhat rocky start or the fear of taking out a loan to fund this dream of his or how terrified he is of failing to this day, but you do now. 

when he tells you, his voice is steady, genuine, and his eyes are comforting and grateful, and everything about the way that he speaks lets you know for certain that he isn’t just telling this story to everybody. as he finishes, patches up all of the gaps in the story that he skipped over and any details that he might have missed, you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his bicep. you rest your head on his shoulder, tucking your feet underneath you, knees resting on the side of his thigh, and he exhales, kisses you softly on the top of your head and says, “thanks for listenin’, angel.”

you turn to look at him, to rest your palm against his cheek, to thank him for telling you, but you don’t get that far, startled by the loud yell in the kitchen.

“you’re fucking so dumb,” suna laughs, the metalic sound of keys jingling follows, gets louder and louder until sakusa and suna and atsumu all emerge to pass through the living room to the front door. 

“idiot hosted a party and ran out of beer,” suna explains to the two of you as he pushes atsumu towards the front door, “we’re headed out for a refill. need anything?” you’re increasingly grateful that no one, not even atsumu, has made mention of how entangled the two of you are on the couch.

“are ya sure you’re okay to drive?” osamu asks, look thrown over his shoulder to atsumu.

“omi’s drivin’,” atsumu says, pressing an obnoxious kiss into the side of his cheek, “only had like 2 beers all night, first one was hours ago.”

“i’m cool,” sakusa says, nodding, and osamu doesn’t press a single second more, evidently trusting him. 

“see ya in a bit,” atsumu calls out, back towards you, waving as the door is pulled open and suna and sakusa leave in front of him. 

when the front door closes, despite the alcohol in your bloodstream clouding your thoughts a tiny bit, the realization hits both of you that you are alone, off work, not at work, and you both really love the way that the spots on your skin in contact with one another feel. you don’t say a word, let the silence settle in, too occupied with your own thoughts to try and formulate them into sentences, too worried about whatever might be going on in osamu’s head. 

his touch pulls you out of it, a gentle finger coaxing you to look up in his direction, dull nails scraping against your jaw, thumb nudging your chin, and this is the first time that a moment like this isn’t brought on the forwardness of your words. you melt against his warmth, push your cheek into his palm, turn your head and kiss his thumb. there’s no timer counting down in your head, no rushing to get this moment over with in time, even though there maybe should be some urgency, you just want to be here, present.

he moves you slowly, but confidently, reaching over to guide you by your hips until you’re seated in his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. this position is so new for the two of you, you on top, him looking up at you, the softness of cushions beneath you. 

you wrap your hands around the back of his head, thread your fingers into his hair, pull down gently on the locks until his neck is completely stretched, lips are as close to you as they can be without you having to move. he looks so pretty, waiting, expectant, patient, needy. you like this position very much. 

the slight pressure where your fists reside in his hair, this faint lost look in your eyes from having this tiny inkling of control, the weight of you in his lap, how your head tilts back as you pull his back, mirroring the motion you’re trying to achieve. you look so pretty, trying, out of your comfort zone, longing, restless. he likes this position even more.

he tugs you forward, shifts your balance, and you’re crashing into him, arm reaching out to brace yourself on the back of the loveseat, face inches from his. all he has to do to close the gap is sit up. your lips are soft, kiss is hard, and you shift your arms to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into you. 

you feel like a teenager, kissing your crush on a living room sofa, giddy and sappy and smiling as he wraps his arms around your lower back to press you closer into him. you smooth your hands down his chest, his stomach, press your fingertips into the inside of his thighs, nails scratching against the fabric of his jeans. 

“missed you a lot, samu,” you admit, forehead against his for a tiny breath break. 

“and i missed ya even more, love,” he shoots back, one peck pressed into your lips and then another. “i don’t think i can wait this long to kiss ya again.”

you shake your head against his, “please, don’t.” you kiss him again, more passionate, breathless. you need him to feel how much you need this, how badly you need for him to not leave you alone for this long again. “promise me,” you mumble against your plea. 

“promise,” he says, pulling away to look up into your eyes, “wasn’t plannin’ on it.” you claw your fingers into his thighs harder and osamu bucks his hips up into you at the touch, a soft groan leaving his chest, a knowing smile on his lips in response to your devilish one. 

“we’re right by the front door,” osamu warns, leaning into the crook of your neck, kisses placed against soft skin, fingers molding around your hips, dipping down the back of your skirt.

“you’re strong,” you reason, half-joking, “you can fix that.”

one second you are on the couch and the next second, you are not. you are in osamu’s arms, tiny squeal as he lifts you effortlessly and walks with you down the hallway. when he pushes open a door with your back and sets you down, it’s not nearly as plush as you’re anticipating it being. you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. 

“you really want to fuck in your brother’s bathroom?” you ask, curious, but impatient smile on your face.

“you really want to fuck in my brother’s bed?” he shoots back. osamu’s laugh tells you everything that you need to know, an easy nudge that just says, trust me, and you don’t have to walk down the hall and take a peek into atsumu’s bedroom or have osamu spell out all of the reasons that he thinks fucking in the guest bathroom is a better idea. 

it’s clean, really clean actually. neatly decorated, virtually untouched. small, sure, but you and samu don’t need an ocean’s worth of space, the two of you could make do in a stall. the glass of the shower is residue-less and the white solo-standing sink across from it is practically sparkling. the window is slightly cracked and the carpet on the floor in the middle of the room is soft. 

“yea,” you lean forward after a minute of surveying the area, hopping down off of the edge of the sink, “you’re right.” you rest your forearms on his shoulders, fingers clasped behind his neck, pulling him into you. 

you can’t move osamu like he can move you, not even close. you pull on his neck, one hand on his shoulder, trying as best you can to wordlessly guide him into the position that you want him to be in, but he’s too engrossed in kissing you, in feeling your soft lips and tasting you. if the roles were reversed, you’d already be turned around right now, moved with strong hands in steady positions, but you’re struggling to silently communicate that you want him to be up against the sink right now. 

“samu,” you whine against his lips, forehead pressed against his and now he’s kissing your pout, “lemme move you.”

oh my god, if he couldn’t have snapped right there, kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, fucked you until you couldn’t walk, given you everything in the entire world, every last grain of sand and drop of water, told you that he loved you or that he needed you or just that he wanted you to stick around forever. instead, he nods, can’t hide his smile as he moves in the soft direction of your pull, focuses on your gentle coaxing touch. 

he moves until the pressure stops, your hands drifting down his chest and then his sides, palms digging into his hips, driving his lower back against the sink that you were just sitting on. osamu doesn’t ask any questions, isn’t the slightest bit curious as to why you’re moving him or what you have in store. he can see it in your eyes and your assured movements, the unfolding of desires and plans, and he’s very happy to just be along for the ride.

you’re slow to lower to your knees, even slower to place your fingers on his belt, ghosting touch skimming over the leather and against the cool metal buckle. osamu is filling in everything in his head, swallows harshly before a shaky exhale, “fuck.”

you look up at him with doe-like eyes, happy for once to be the one seeing the ruin in his lust-blown eyes and the anticipation on his face. “haven’t been able to get the feeling out of my head,” you say, eye contact steady as you pull his jeans down over his thighs, watch him watch you as you inch closer to his heavy cock, jaw falling open and his eyebrows furrowing in response. “of your cock on my tongue.” his response comes in whimpers and tensing forearms and a tighter grip on the edge of the sink.

fuck, he looks so pretty waiting like this, trusting you like this, hips pressing forward the slightest fraction just to get that much closer to your lips. his lips are slightly parted, bottom one moving with every unsteady exhale, a subtle blush in the highs of his cheeks. you can’t tear your eyes away from him, not as you take his drooling head into your mouth, slide the underside of his cock against your hot tongue.

“angel, fuck,” he grunts, “mouth’s so perfect.” he wants to touch you, to grab you by your hair and sink deeper into your mouth, but your hands are soft on his hips, fingers tucked up the hem of his shirt so he can feel your nails scraping against the skin, and you’re being so slow and so caring and savoring every drop of precome and twitch of his cock. 

his knuckles are practically white, all restraint shown in the grip he has on the edge, because your mouth feels so warm and so wet and so good, but it feels even better knowing that you’re taking care of him in exactly the way you want.

you wrap your lips around his head, tongue laving over the slit and spongy tip, spit and precome gathering in your mouth, swallowing as you take more of him. your lips get tighter as you swallow, tongue slips against his length. it’s harder to focus the deeper you take him, the further his fat cock causes your jaw to open, the farther his thick head hits the back of your throat. moving your head back and forth on his throbbing cock, the image of him blurring as you move faster, but you’re determined to watch him unravel even heavier.

he’s leaving it completely up to you, the pace and the depth, and it’s so different for him to give up control and just let you do exactly what you want to him, but he misses the feeling of some part of you in his hands. it’s like you can read his mind, eyes flickering to his uneasy hands itching to feel something much more human underneath them. you slide your hands down his tense forearms, moving one to the side of your face and threading your fingers in the other. he doesn’t take advantage of this, this closeness to your mouth and your movements, only curls his dull nails against your warm skin.

you hum at the touch, vibration from your throat sending shivers up his spine, and if he watches you care for him so sweetly just another second longer he’s not going to be able to stop himself from coming down your throat. 

“sweetheart,” he mumbles, low and whiney. you hear him, but you don’t want to, too enveloped in the heft on your tongue and the fullness of your throat and the familiar taste. he mumbles again, tapping two fingers gently against your cheek to get your attention, “bunny, hey.”

the air is cool compared to your encompassing mouth and tight throat, and osamu silently curses himself for saying anything at all. “hm?” you ask, side of your palm coming up to your bottom lip to wipe away the gathering sheen. he pulls you back up to your feet, hand strong on the back of your thigh as he presses you against him, heavy cock nudging into the fabric of the skirt between your legs. 

his lips skim yours, not completely a kiss, as he speaks, “y’know what i can’t get out of my head, doll?” you shake your head, pleading eyes flickering to his lips, hanging onto every word, “how pretty you looked on top of me earlier.” the whimper this elicits from you drives osamu mad, large hand spanning your other cheek as he pulls you into a deep kiss, moving with you to the floor. 

sitting with you in his lap, one knee bracketing either side of his hips, osamu is now very grateful for the stupidly expensive, surprisingly soft rug that he failed to convince his brother not to buy. the heel of the palm of your hand on his sternum drives him down to the floor, looking even more up at you now as you circle your hips, rubbing the thin cloth of your panties against his leaking exposed cock. “like this?” you ask, breathy and somewhat timid to be in control despite the fact that osamu was patient putty in your hands mere seconds ago.

he nods, hair messy against the rug beneath him, and you can only assume that another part of your slight discomfort is that, sure, you’ve had sex with osamu in bathrooms, more times than you should’ve to be honest, but you’ve never had sex with osamu lying on a bathroom floor, and for some reason, this feels even more filthy than any times before. 

but osamu rests his hand on your thigh, pushes the fabric of your skirt up so that he can look down at the dark spot on your panties and the way they bunch and tighten as you slide your covered pussy against his throbbing length, bucks his hips up into you, lifting you off of the ground just enough to make you gasp, and yea, no, this feels incredibly right. 

you brace yourself on his sternum, lift yourself up slightly to move your panties to the side, no patience or want to climb off of him and take your panties completely off, you want him inside of you right now. “could eat you out so good like this,” osamu says, eyes drifting up your body before settling on yours. 

you shake your head. you want him inside of you right now. “next time,” you mutter, sinking down onto him slowly, inch by inch, and it just keeps fucking going. you tilt your head back, chin to the sky so that your moans have a better path to leave you. “samu, baby, fuck.”

when you’re finally seated completely on your cock, it’s like you can feel it in your stomach and in your throat, you’re so fucking full, he’s so fucking deep inside of you, you can barely fucking take it. you’re whimpering, tiny tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you babble, “fuck, i- you’re, mmm,” you shake your head, hand frantic to interlock with his as you circle your hips, not wanting to be without a single inch, “samu, fuck, so deep, you’re- i’m- i can’t- you’re so fucking deep inside of me, baby.”

he can barely take it either, so deep inside of your tight, clenching walls, completely surrounding him. every one of your tiny movements, every shift and circle and squirm, forces him to show restraint. he loves this view, this feeling, will continue to wait as you get adjusted and continue your fucked out babble no matter how badly he wants to flip you over and fuck you as hard as he can until you’re squirting all over the rug beneath you. “i know,” he chokes out, “i know, babygirl, i know.”

when you start to move, it’s nothing drastic, miniscule movements that don’t require much effort, pushing your hips forward, pulling them back, leaning towards osamu, tilting away. you can feel him move inside of you, but he stays this deep. all the while, you’re slurring nothing to him, tidbits of gratitude and cries of pet names, and if you’re this ruined already from this little, god he can’t wait until you’ve reduced yourself to tears, until he has to pick up the pieces and coax you through orgasm after orgasm. 

he presses his fingertips into the fat of your hips, helping you along, picking you up a tiny bit more every time until you’re forced to follow the motion, pushing up onto your knees and letting yourself fall back down, skin clapping harshly against the tops of his thighs. you push his shirt up, desperate to feel the tiny prickles of sweat forming on his soft stomach and his heartbeat against your palm closer. every crash back down, a tiny exhale expelled from your lungs, out your quivering lips, so fucking cute.

“goin’ so slow, angel,” he says, not an objection or an issue, tone steady and in awe, practically an admiration. you nod at his words, barely any room in your head for them amidst the so full so full so deep so fucking full and deep and so full so deep inside hes so deep inside of me im so full of him. 

your thighs are starting to shake, barely even breaking a sweat, but your core is tight and you can feel how sloppy you are around him and how all of your juices are dripping down his cock, can hear the sticky sound of slapping skin when you fall back onto him, and, “‘m so- gonna-,” you whine, “samu,” you whine louder, fat tears falling down your cheeks because you want more, need more, but you can barely even think straight, “please.”

he loves looking up at you, so pretty and needy, wouldn’t trade it for the world, so he’ll give you everything you want from down here. he drives his hips upwards, hands on your hips to move you against the weight of gravity as best he can. he’s barely even started fucking you when you tighten around him, flooding even more, soaking his cock, a throaty, “coming” matched with your eyes rolling back, fist forming around the fabric of his shirt. 

you reach out, bracing yourself on the edge of the sink, other hand plastered against the glass of the shower door as bounce up and down on his cock. your movements are unpredictable, not as steady as his thrusts nor as rhythmic, but driven by instinct and whatever you think you need right now. 

“wanna-,” osamu says, looking up at you, out of breath, pushing up the hem of your shirt to expose your stomach, “have to see your tits, pretty girl.” 

your shirt is gone, bra undone, and as you continue moving yourself up and down on his cock, you realize this is the most undressed you’ve ever been fucking osamu. you’re not sure exactly how that makes you feel, but you figure you’ll have time to deal with the feelings later, because right now, osamu can’t keep his hands off you and you’re newly exposed skin.

he’s running his hands up your sides, hands groping your bouncing tits as they follow the quick, harsh movements that osamu is causing. his thumbs flick over your nipples, fingers dig into the fat, and he really can’t believe he’s never gotten to play with your tits before. 

you can feel him everywhere, under the backs of your thighs and deep inside of you and over your chest and you’re coming again, clenching around him, grip tight around the sink as your thighs shake even harder, your movements weaker, slower, doll-like, as osamu fucks into you faster.

you’ve barely come down from your high before you’re ready to come again, thick cock splitting you open, hitting the deepest parts of you, filling you so perfectly. you’re so tight around him. you can feel every single throb, every strong pulse, and when osamu sits up, braces himself on his arm behind him, pulls your chest into his face with a gentle hand on your shoulder, you can’t help but cream all over his cock again, his name falling off of your tongue repeatedly. 

he can’t fucking take it, how tight your walls are, how creamy you’re making his cock, how sticky the tops of his thighs are. “princess,” he says, a warning, “where do you want it?” 

“on my-,” you breathe, you know exactly where you want it, “want it on my pussy.”

“fuck,” he says, shaky, “of course, baby, fuck.” he pushes forward further, creates a gap between the two of you as he leans you back, making sure that you’re able to brace yourself in the same way that he is before letting go of your lower back. he pulls out of you, thick cock resting on your sloppy pussy, hips bucking to slide the underside against your sensitive clit and soft skin.

he wraps his fist around his cock and you watch in awe, pupils wide as you stare down at his tight grip around his throbbing length, the way his thumb swipes over the head as he gets to the top. you reach forward, wrapping your own smaller hand around his cock. he’s so thick, so weighty in your hand, and every pump of his cock coaxes a throaty grunt out of osamu, eyes floating from place to place, on your cute hand around his fat cock, on your pretty tongue swiping over your bottom lip, on your bouncing tits as you stroke him faster. 

if it hadn’t been so long since he’d fucked you last, he’d have forced himself to last all night, just to watch you jerk him off all night, until your arm got so tired that he had to take over for you and all you could do was watch or use your other hand, awkward movements and slower pace, but different grip to get used to. 

another time, he thinks to himself as he thrusts up into your hand slightly, spilling over the side of your fist, thick load leaking out of the tip of his cock and onto your already messy pussy, creamy ropes landing on the insides of your thighs and on top of your pretty cunt and cute clit. you lean back, fingers still wrapped around his cock loosely as you use your other hand to smear his come between your legs, mixing his mess with yours before sticking your fingers into your mouth. 

your fingers are barely out of your mouth as osamu kisses you, hard, so hard that he nearly knocks you backwards, sitting up onto his knees to angle your head up towards him. he wants to tell you so bad, wants to say fuck it to all the voices in his head and the fear in his bones and just admit it to you. the look in your eyes when you pull away doesn’t make it any easier. 

but your hoarse voice and your giddy smile and your shy, “should probably clean up before they get back, huh?” pulls him out of it. he laughs, short and airy, presses another small peck into your lips because he can, and then helps you to your feet. 

“maybe one day we’ll be able to, like, actually clean up with a shower or something instead of just,” you gesture to the toilet paper in his hand, “this everytime.”

osamu smiles, grabbing your shirt in the corner of the room and extending it to you. “maybe that one day could-”

you didn’t hear the key in the lock or the door open, but you do hear atsumu throw his shoes against the wall and very loudly call out, “we’re baaack.” you look at osamu because you’re not sure what to do, half dressed, still a mess, rug undealt with and very loud evidence of something happening in the guest bathroom. 

“it’s so late, why are you being so loud,” suna retorts. you can hear the three sets of footsteps as they move in the opposite direction towards the living room. 

“where are they?” sakusa asks, and now you can hear the footsteps spread out, all beginning to look in different areas of the apartment, bags set down on coffee tables, doors opened. 

“how do we play this?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed, chewing on your lip thoughtfully, and osamu wants to just forget about making a smart plan and stay here and fuck you again instead or maybe just kiss you until everybody leaves or falls asleep. “samu,” you say, waving your hand in front of his face, “do you want your brother to know we had sex in his bathroom?”

no, no he most definitely does not. he shakes his head, thinking just as hard as you are on a good solution, on maybe sending you out first or walking out together quickly and hoping they don’t notice where you’ve come from or sneaking out of the window perhaps. you throw your shirt back on, straighten out your skirt, clean yourself up as best you can as osamu continues cycling through plans in his mind.

“they fuckin’ bolt?” suna asks, probably in the kitchen or atsumu’s room, you can’t quite place the footsteps. 

“maybe a good night for samu,” atsumu jokes, and you can hear the pop of a can opening and a soft oof as he throws himself onto the couch, unbothered now by wherever the two of you have gone.

“fuck off, miya,” sakusa sighs. “probably just left because they didn’t want to be around you anymore. wish i fuckin’ could.”

“another point for omi, count it,” suna says.

“what?” atsumu laughs, breezing past the taunts thrown in his direction, “i’m just sayin’ it must be nice to have an employee fuck buddy.”

your heart is thumping louder, harsher. you feel trapped in more ways than one, deeper than just not knowing how you’ll leave or get home, but in your own mind. you’re not looking at osamu now, embarrassment spreading through your entire body, showing evident on your face and in your shrinking posture. 

“you fucking serious?” suna asks, “you think they’re still…?”

“c’mon, he’s gone, fuck you think they went?” atsumu jokes, and you wish his words weren’t as firm or loud or correct. 

“i never said that,” osamu says, quietly enough to not breach the barrier of the door, “i’ve never called you that, or said anything like that, i sw-.”

“i should probably go,” you say, not hearing or not listening to whatever osamu is saying right now. it didn’t really matter what osamu said or didn’t say, it’s the perception that you didn’t want skewed in the first place, and here it was, twisted and contorted and confirming your biggest fears about falling for osamu as you did. 

“wait,” osamu says, hand reaching out to softly wrap around your wrist and as comforting as the touch is, as much as you want to melt into it or ask for more, you wriggle out of his grasp. “hey,” he says, softer now, just trying to get your attention. “how do you think you’re going to get home?” he asks.

“i’ll just get an uber or something, i don’t know,” your voice is shaky, weak, confused, hurt.

“no,” osamu says, taking a step closer to you, “no, you won’t. i’ll drive you back.” you shake your head. surviving an entire car ride with osamu after hearing whatever atsumu just said seems like an impossible feat. 

you don’t want to leave, but you don’t want to stay here. you can’t listen to another word, don’t want them to continue speaking or hear what else atsumu thinks of you. you don’t want to face them, god, you don’t want to face them, but hearing the rest of this conversation seems somehow even worse. you turn, opening the door to the bathroom, face warm and palms sweating as you take a step out into the hallway. 

osamu moves to grab your hand, to pull you back in, to just talk to you for a minute, but the second that you’re in the hallway, despite how badly you just wanted to quietly tiptoe to the front door undetected, you’re noticed. “shit,” suna says, under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to understand the gravity of the situation.

“thanks for having me,” you say, not looking at anyone, not directing the sentence towards anybody, shoes slipped on quickly, door opened quickly, and bounding down apartment stairs as you hear your name being called from behind you. 

the commotion behind you starts, an “are you fucking kidding me?” muffled by the closed door, rushed footsteps down the hall, and then the noises of the apartment becoming louder as the door is opened once more. you’re outside by the time osamu calls your name again. 

the instant breath of fresh air that fills your lungs is already calming your nerves, sending signals to your brain that it’s okay to start sobbing, the wind will dry your tears. you’re grateful that you don’t listen right away, that it takes a few seconds for your muscles to catch up with your thoughts, because the door flings open behind you, a huff of breaths following the sound of it closing, and jogging footsteps running to catch up with the distance you’ve created.

“wait,” osamu says, but you don’t stop, not sure you could even if you wanted to. you don’t know where you’re going or why you won’t just stop and talk to him, but you keep walking, one foot in front of the other down uneven pavement. “yn, wait, please,” he calls again, voice closer, projecting over urban noises and passing cars. when his fingers wrap around your wrist, the feeling of warmth and the beat of your pulse in his hand scream louder than anything you’ve heard tonight. 

you turn around and the thoughts and signals have caught up with you, blurry vision amidst a lash line of tears, and you wait. you’re grateful for the distortion, for the unclear picture of osamu standing there, face solemn and unsure how to proceed, how not to lose you, and you can’t wait anymore, “fuck, samu, what are we? what is this?”

the words are tumbling out of you now, every worry and clouded judgement from the moment you walked through the doors of onigiri miya, “fucking one time in a club before i even worked there, that’s fine,” you shake your head, pulling your wrist out of his grasp softly,  “fucking once at work after close, okay maybe less fine. fucking in a hotel bathroom in the middle of a catering shift? definitely crossing a line there.” you list off your endeavors, remembering them all perfectly well.

“now, we’ve just fucked in your brother’s bathroom, off the clock and not work related. and your brother referred to me as an employee fuck buddy,” you say, chest aching as the phrases leaves you, “i mean, am i? what is this?”

he doesn’t leave you waiting for an explanation, doesn’t speak over you, he’s kind and attentive like that. “i never called you that. i never said that about you, yn.”

“fuck, samu, it doesn’t matter,” you say, though you suppose it’s a slight lie. the weight on your shoulders and your chest is a bit lighter now, but not entirely gone, “that’s how they see me.”

“they don’t even know about any of those times after we knew each other, only the first time, only that first night,” he explains, but they’re not the right words. they’re soothing some anxieties in you, but not the right ones, but you don’t know which anxieties are the right ones. 

you close your eyes or turn your head, it doesn’t really matter, you just can’t see him. it’s dark outside and you can’t focus on much despite there not being much to focus on, and your voice snags as you say, “if i wouldn’t have made a big deal about this,” you swallow, even softer now, “would we have left that bathroom and skated around the idea of fucking each other until something snapped?” 

the tears have breached your lash line, have fallen down the inner corner, dripped off of your chin and onto your shirt below. “and what?” you laugh, “then we’d just repeat the cycle again? and then again? and i’d never be anything other than your employee fuck buddy, i mean fuck, samu, come on.” your voice is desperate now, cracking and confused, and he’s just standing there, patient and listening. 

“it’s never been about how you view me or how you feel about me,” you shrug, back of your hand smearing tears and mascara against your cheekbones. “or it has, but just,” you groan, frustrated, “i know you care about me somewhat or in cyclical doses, i’ve never doubted that, i just want to know that even though you haven’t called me that, that’s not what you think of me too?”

“of course not,” osamu says, instant and assured. he reaches out again. you let him this time, cup the side of your face, wipe the few remaining tears, pull you closer to him, but not into him, there’s a difference. he just wants you to look at him. “i’m sorry,” he says, eyes darting around your face, not knowing where to land, “i didn’t mean to make it this difficult. i was trying to be respectful and do it right and-,” he takes a deep breath, “all i want is to be with you.”

he continues on, voice soft and thick, soothing all of the right anxieties, “i’ve been thinking about you nonstop since that night at the hotel and i swear to god if we stayed another night, i would’ve spent it with you in my bed, in my arms, but we left and i didn’t- we didn’t-” he takes another deep breath, talks softer now, a tiny scoff preceding his words, “it’d be easier if i could just kiss ya right now.”

you’re nodding because he’s right and because your shoulders feel light enough for you to do that now and because everything that he’s saying is the everything you want to hear, but that’s not the reason he’s saying it. “no one’s stopping you,” you breathe.

you don’t have to meet him halfway, he comes to you. presses his lips against yours, snakes his other hand up to the other side of your face and holds you still as he takes a step into you, body close, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer if he can. 

he pulls away, breathless and the question is already leaving his lips before they’re off yours, “can i take you out?”

your first instinct is to laugh, and you do, because you know his schedule and his next planned night off. “you? get a night off?” you scoff, shaking your head, “who are you going to have close for you? me?”

he laughs, huge grin accompanying it because it’s so easy when you’re around, “no, no, i’ll figure something out,” he breathes, shaking his head harder, “it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you say yes and that i get to take you out on a date, a real date, and then we get to do real date things, and after date real date things.”

your laugh is louder now, lowering your head into his shoulder as you joke, “i don’t know if i can get the weekend off. my job’s pretty important to me.”

he kisses you again, absolutely beaming as he pulls away. “please just say yes so that i can start making plans.” when the joking fades and you’re standing there under shitty streetlight and nonexistent moonlight and you can see the seriousness in his kind eyes, you don’t want to keep fucking around, you just want to say yes.

you want to cross the boundary of hooking up and weird feelings and move forward to kissing at work and carpooling home together. you want to break this cycle and start new ones, ones with less confusion and more domesticity. you want definitions and declarations and dates and labels.

“alright, alright, yes, god,” you say, furrowing your eyebrows, waiting a beat before taking a breath and then his face into your hands to place a soft kiss onto his nose. “i would really love to go out with you finally.”

seconds pass and then minutes and osamu is just happy to be out here on the sidewalk with you in his arms kissing you every other second, and you’re just happy to finally be in a place where you don’t have to worry about the next time you get to kiss osamu again.

you’re the one that breaks the silence, a soft smile on your face unmatching the tone of your sentence, giggly and giddy and somehow just as needy. “can’t believe i’ll get to fuck you in a real bed.”

you’re expecting some form of scoff or laugh or half-joke or disbelief, but he grins at you, drags his lips against the side of your face, and says low in your ear, “i know, angel, can’t wait.”

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“ TOO ” SKINNY - STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

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warnings : fluff, cringe, bad grammar

english is not my first languange so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

y/n

nick

chris

matt

marylou

( side note : readers are 19, the triplets is 21 !! )

enjoyy

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you're a quite skinny person. but the people at your school always pick on you. they always say that you're “too” skinny which made you're more insecure about yourself

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your brother just came back from LA and you're at the table. eating. again..

"hey mom!" one of your older brother, chris spread his arm wide to hug y'all mom

"hey there kiddo" nick kisses your forehead "heyy" you replied with a smile "what are you eating?" matt ask politely "ramen" you replied with a sweet smile "again? didn't you eat ramen yesterday while you're on call with us?" chris was shocked. well it's not because of your weight, it's because he was worried if you had too much ramen

"your sister has been... eating quite a lot lately. i'm not commenting about how much she eats though! i mean like, she eats too much. she even sometimes threw up because of how much she ate. it's making me worry.." marylou whispered to matt. not wanting for you to felt bad of her words "really mom? it's okay. we're gonna talk to her. don't worry" matt wink. I want him to trust him completely "of course"

"whatever" you rolled your eyes at chris words. "wow this kid really grew up huh?" chris is quite surprised by your actions but he doesn't really care though. he know that you didn't actually mean it.

you went upstairs to your room while matt, nick and chris follow you quietly into your room. when you finally sat down on your bed you finally realized they're following you. "are you okay, dove?" matt ask, sitting beside you "yeah. why?" you raised an eyebrow in confusion "don't lie to us, kid. we know about your 'too' much eating" chris scoffs "yea, mom told us about how you've been eating lately. you know that make us including mom worry right?" nick asking politely. he knows that you didn't like to get yelled at

"why don't you tell us what's been bothering you" matt stroke your hair gently "yea. well, let me guess, you got insecure about your body because people at your school won't stop talking shit about your own body hm?" your eyes widen by chris guess. the fact that he's not wrong "does that ring a bell?" nick laugh. "yea. people been telling me that i'm 'too' skinny. most of them even called me a walking skeleton. especially most of my classmates" you confess. tears rolled down you cheeks to you chin

"aww don't cry dovee" matt giggles when pulling you into a tight hug. "you need to eat less you know? it's unhealthy. besides, even if you're 'too' skinny, you're still 1000% better than them. bet they don't have a prettier face, eyes, hair, hands, body like yours" nick pat your head slowly. "now, how about we watch a movie yea?" "thanks guys. you helped me so much" you say while chris is wiping your tears "of course! we're siblings!" the laugh echoes the house. you love it when you finally get to hang out with your brothers after a long time when they're at LA

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[five-rivers]

Danger First chapter 15

(This is the actual chapter 15 btw, I mislabeled the last one, which was actually chapter 14.)

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“Hm,” said Hikage.  

“His anxiety has certainly gone up,” said Nana.  

“But it isn’t super anxiety.”

“Uh, why do you sound disappointed about that?” asked En.  

“Maybe All for One isn’t watching?” asked Nana, not really believing it even as she said it.  After all, when Toshinori had participated, she’d been his biggest fan.  Not to mention Kotaro’s soccer games…

“Not a chance,” said Yoichi.  “I bet he’s just convinced himself of something stupid.  Like UA changing the rules so that it’s the top entrance exam scorer in the whole school who gets to do the oath, rather than the top scorer in the hero entrance exam.”

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Ah, thought Hisashi as he slowly sipped a quirk from a failed nomu, UA must have been so impressed by his Izuku’s natural talents that they had changed their rules about who gave the insipid welcoming speech.  Of course, if they were going to change them for anyone, they would change them for Izuku.  And Izuku’s speech was much superior to anyone else’s.  

The nomu husk flopped to the floor and expired.  Ah, what he wouldn’t give to be able to drink wine again.  It was much less messy.  

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“I mean, is that really that stupid?” asked Nana.  “It probably would be good to celebrate the other tracks as well, even if UA is hero-focused.”

Yoichi shrugged.  “If my brother thinks it, then it’s stupid.”

“Fair.”

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“All of us,” said Izuku, gripping the microphone stand, “are here, in this competition, for the same reason.  To win.”  There were a few cheers and a distinct growl from Kacchan.  “But winning– winning looks different to everyone.  Some-someone from gen ed might want to join the hero course.  A person from support will want to advertise their inventions.  The business students want to polish their skills, win contracts, build– and build their brands.  And in the hero course–” Izuku took a deep breath.  “I-in the hero course, we want to show you, all of you, and- and ourselves, too, what kinds of heroes we can be.” He raised his fist.  This was All Might’s pose, but he didn’t think Mr. Yagi would mind.  “I believe we can all win!  Plus Ultra!  Go beyond!

“PLUS ULTRA!” the other students screamed back at him.  

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“Huh,” said Third, scratching his ear.  “That was actually pretty good.”

“Hahahaha,” chortled Yoichi, reaching out as if to embrace him, “you’re coming around to the Izuku side.”

Third leaned away from Yoichi.  “What– What was that sound you just made?”

“My avuncular laugh!  I’m working on a new one, since you said my other one sounded like my brother’s.”

En cleared his throat.  

“Yes?” said Yoichi, turning towards him.  “What is it?”

“I think I speak for all of us when I say, never make that sound again.”

“I’d honestly prefer your All for One sound-alike laugh,” said Banjo, looking rather ill.  

Yoichi dropped his arms and curled his lip.  “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” chorused the other ghosts.  

“Well, see if I share my popcorn with you guys, then.”

“We can imagine our own.”

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Izuku hurried back down the stairs.  He wasn’t running away, but it felt a little bit like it.  He took his place between Monoma and Hagakure and breathed deeply.  

“So, Wonder?” asked Hagakure, leaning towards him.  

“It just felt like something that everyone helped me with,” said Izuku, “and I’m always wondering what my quirk even is, so it fits there, too…”

“Surely,” said Monoma, “you have a better idea of what it is after my generous guidance.”

“Y-yeah, it really helped.”

“Shhhh,” hissed Iida from further up the line.  “Ms. Kayama is about to explain the rules of the first event!”

“What a wonderful speech from our student representative!”  The crowd clapped politely again, and the big screens all over the stadium lit.  “Now, without any further delay, let’s get the first event started.  These are the qualifiers!  It’s in this stage that so many are sent home crying every year!  And the fateful first event this year is… STAR SEEKER!”

“I don't know that one,” whispered Hagakure.   

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“Neither do I,” said Yoichi, worriedly.  “What is it?  Is it new?  Nana, Nana, do you know?”

“Hey, it's not like I participated in all that many of these myself!  If it wasn't in the kids’ presentation, I don't know about it!”

“I'm starting to wonder if anyone here went to school,” grumbled Banjo.

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Ms. Kayama gestured expansively behind herself, and the ground rumbled as concrete slabs pulled back and something else rose up from below.  

“In this game, students must find - and keep! - the Special Stars hidden on this Stellar Stage!  Speaking of which please give a round of applause to the heroes who put this stage together for us.  Kamui Woods, Pixie Bob, Aquarius, Cementoss, Power Loader, and their agencies!”

Yes, Izuku could see the expertise of all those heroes at work.  Cementoss for the underlying structures, Pixie Bob for the seemingly natural hills, Aquarius for the water features, Kamui Woods for the plant life and fantastic, if widely-set, trees, and Power Loader for the traps and robots that were doubtlessly hidden all throughout the ‘stage.’  

“But students will have to do more than seek and find in this game of combat keep-away!  There's more than a handful of hidden hazards scattered around, and, what's more, stars can be stolen!  Students will need to keep their stars until the end if they want to move on to the next event!”  

There were cheers all around the stadium as Ms. Kayama paused, letting the microphone rest by her thigh.  She brought it back up again, grinning.  “What's that?  You want to make it harder?  Well, never fear, here at UA we're always ready to go Plus Ultra!”  She waited again, this time for the choral response to die down.  “Our terrific teachers are going to get in on the fun.  They won't be using their quirks, but that doesn't mean they'll be going easy on anyone!”

This time, the cheer was more of a deafening roar than anything else.  

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“My,” said Yagi, “it does seem as if the ideas Nezu got from his discussion with the students bore fruit.”

Shouta grunted.  “Most of the teachers here are pretty popular,” he admitted, grudgingly, “but at least some of that is probably idiots thinking you're going to go out there.”

“I can't imagine how they think I can commentate on the event and participate in it at the same time.”

“In my experience, logic like that doesn't factor into it.”

Yagi sighed.  “You're probably right, but at least the two of us can give them a good show from up here.”

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“It is pretty cool how we have both Toshinori and Izuku's viewpoints,” said Nana, starting to settle more into the fake cinema she and the other ghosts had collaborated on.  

“Yep,” said Yoichi, unfurling a VICTORY IZUKU banner, “two whole ways to watch Izuku being awesome.”

“It's almost like having cable again,” said Nana. 

“Cable would have more channels,” said Hikage.  

“Well, sure, it's not literally cable.  But after just having one channel since I died, unless I want to watch your reruns, it's a big increase.”

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“Oh, UA is certainly a superior institution,” said Monoma, shaking slightly, “to take our disparate thoughts and turn them into something like this…  Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, you can never let them know this was our fault–”

“You know,” said Hagakure, “I'm invisible, not deaf.”  

“We're so dead,” muttered Monoma.  There may have been a swear word or two in there as well.  

“It-it's not that bad,” said Izuku, uncertainly.  Sure, in junior high people had ganged up on him for ‘not pulling his weight’ in group projects… even if he was the only one who had done anything…

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“I'm reiterating my desire to kill Izuku's junior high teachers,” said Yoichi.

“You know,” said En, thoughtfully, “if you could get him to mention any of that to his father–”

“You could get him to reveal his hideous lack of a high school diploma!” said Banjo, loudly, while Nana and Third dragged En off to one side of the mindscape.  

Yoichi sighed.  “Hisashi has a high school diploma.”

“But did he earn it?”

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But UA was different!  He had friends, now. 

Still, he could see some of the things they had mentioned to Nezu reflected in Star Seeker.  The need for something new, teachers on hand and close to competitors in case of an emergency, a dynamic activity that would pit students against each other…  

“It isn't too different from a scavenger hunt,” said Izuku.  And at least it wasn't like they had to deliver the stars and remove themselves from the game to pass on to the next event.  That meant they could support each other the whole time.  It also meant that they were at risk of having their stars stolen the whole time…

“And one more thing!” said Ms. Kayama.  “Don’t forget to stay in bounds!  If you leave the stage, that’s it for your search and your stars!”  A red line around the raised area of the stage pulsed with red light.  “Now, everyone, step on up to the starting line!  When it goes green, that’s your signal to go!”

The orderly rows of students immediately dissolved into chaos, and Izuku had Danger Sense and Hagakure to thank for his untrampled state.  

“Come on,” she said, “let’s find a good place to start from.”

“R-right,” said Izuku.  

“Everyone seems fired up after that introduction, don’t you think so, Eraserhead?”  There was a quiet grunt that might have been Mr. Aizawa agreeing with Mr. Yagi.  “I wonder if any of the stars have already been spotted.”

“If none of them have, then our students need a remedial lesson on assessing their environment.  Not to mention all the pros here,” said Mr. Aizawa, very dryly.  

Izuku took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.  Right.  Focus on the task at hand.  Not much point in learning all those anti-anxiety techniques during quitk counseling if he didn’t use them.  

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“I think I see two of those stars already,” said Yoichi.  “Do you think Izuku will go after them?”

“Hmm,” said Nana, “maybe if he was working on his own.  He could get one or the other, then use float to stay out of reach of most of the other students.  But getting a star too early is almost a liability.  Unless you have a really good defense or stealth quirk, you'll get worn down by sheer numbers.”

“Or if you've figured out a good defensive strategy with other students,” said En.  

“Eh,” said Banjo, “I think not knowing what the event was kept them away from the main pitfalls in planning, but you know what happens to plans when they're put into practice.”

“Against large but disorganized numbers, even simple cooperation can make a sizable difference,” said Hikage.  

“What are you talking about?” asked Banjo.  “When did you cooperate with anyone?”

“I have dedicated my life to cooperation,” said Hikage.  

“He kind of did,” said En.  “With the whole, you know, living as a hermit thing.”

“He would have done that anyway,” said Banjo, waving his hand.

“That is true.”

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A large, green, fifteen minute timer appeared on the screens scattered around the stadium.  Written in large, bold letters over it was the word ‘READY?’

Izuku wasn’t sure if the tingling, electric feeling all over his skin was anticipation, Danger Sense, or Kaminari, a few meters away, unconsciously charging the air in his excitement.  

The word above the timer changed to ‘SET.’

The air itself seemed to shift as hundreds of students tensed.

‘GO!’

Izuku activated Float as he lunged forward and pushed off the ground, then signaled his classmates towards the two stars he'd already seen– And there!  A third!

“Oh, and that's A15, creating an entire ice palace in the northern grove, right off the bat.”

“A decisive defensive move,” acknowledged Mr. Aizawa. “Made more impressive by how he avoided trapping any of the other competitors.”

“Indeed!  It shows a great deal of care and dedication.  Speaking of which, check out those springboard traps flinging students out of the arena!  Power Loader really outdid himself this time!”

As Izuku rose up over the trees and the spikes of Todoroki's instant glacier, he saw Hatsume bounce up with her jetpack and Sero get launched by a combination of his and Uraraka's quirks.  They weren't the only ones, however.  A small group of people seemed to be climbing the air like it was stairs, and dear All Might, was that half of someone's head?

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“Wow, quirks are sure amazing,” said Yoichi.  

“We're ghosts living in the back of a teenager's subconscious,” said Nana, “I think that at some point we have to give up on the idea of things being weird.”

“I didn’t say weird, I said amazing.”

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“It seems as if some of our students have taken to the skies to find their stars,” said All Might.  “We have B12 taking up Rule and Comicman, Cellophane rising with the help of Uravity, Brigid, of the support course, using a jetpack, and Wonder, C5, Jetplane, and Lizardy flying with their quirks.  What do you think of this strategy, Eraserhead?”

“Getting a big-picture view of a situation is frequently helpful, but it exposes you to attacks from below.”

Even as Mr. Aizawa spoke, thorny green vines shot out of one of the more wooded areas and seized one of the general education students.  A bright yellow star shape fell out of the student's grip, and was followed shortly thereafter by the student themself.  

Danger Sense screamed at Izuku, and he dropped just in time to avoid a pair of long, spear-like objects.  No– horns?

Izuku realized what was happening all at once.  The students on the ground had assumed that, because he'd removed himself from the chaos below, he'd already gotten a star. 

He dodged upward to avoid the next projectile, and saw Hatsume's jetpack take a shot.  The metal body was tough enough to endure it, but apparently whatever B12 was using wasn’t.  He and the two other class 1-B students fell, but one of them summoned…  A giant pillow made of the word POOMF!

Okay, sure, why not?

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“Quirks really are amazing,” said Yoichi.  

“You know what would actually be amazing?” asked Banjo.

“Giving Izuku your quirk?” asked Nana, sounding quite exhausted.  

“Well, yeah,” said Banjo.  “Are you going to let me do it?”

“In the middle of a competition?  Are you serious?”

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In the grand scheme of things, there actually weren’t a whole lot of quirks that could be used effectively at long distances without support gear.  That’s what made Lady Nagant so effective when she was a hero, and so devastating when she turned villain.  

However, in UA where most of the students had wanted to be heroes at some point in their lives, the ratio was much higher.  Adding those to the support students’ gadgets and weaponry made for a lot of attacks going up.  

Sero had to stick his tape to a clump of rocks and reel himself down.  Hatsume took several hits, and they were only mostly deflected by her own inventions.  

But as the students on the ground clashed with each other, they had to turn their attention to defending themselves.  After less than half a minute, few attacks were launched Izuku's way.  

Then, almost on cue, the roar of Explosion drowned out everything else in the stadium.  Izuku flipped himself over midair to look and grinned.  

He'd been right!  Kacchan really was awesome!  He'd known Kacchan had wanted to fly since his quirk first came in.  Well, since Izuku had compared his quirk to a rocket, but that was the same thing, really.  And after Uraraka had shown him what her quirk could do, there was just no way he'd tolerate being upstaged.  Then, seeing Izuku up here–

Honestly, thirty seconds was a bit long.  Izuku couldn't imagine that it had taken Kacchan that long to get the star tucked into his half unzipped gym uniform top.  He must not have realized that it was Izuku floating up here.  

“Another student in the air!  This one is, I believe, B17.  That's quite a bit of explosive power on display!”

“Foolishly.  He already has a star, and he won't be able to sustain that flight.  What is he thinking?”

He let Kacchan get a little closer, and then dropped.  The ground approached rapidly, and Izuku only barely caught himself before hitting the ground.  Then, he was wrenched sideways, under the shade of one of the sparse groves of trees.  

“Hi,” Izuku said to Dark Shadow, a little confused.  She and Tokoyami weren't supposed to be involved in the take-down-Kacchan plan.  The last iteration had them providing cover to Jirou and Shouji, so they could use their sharp hearing to their advantage.  The alternate grouping had been with Kouda, who was still a bit tentative when it came to physical combat.

“Hi!” she chirped back.  “Fumi and I got separated from everyone else.”  Behind her, Tokoyami shrugged, seemingly resigned.

Danger Sense pulsed sickeningly, giving Izuku time to dodge before Kacchan descended in a cloud of smoke and fire.  Dark Shadow squealed as she flinched away from the light.  

“Deku,” he growled, before a tumbleweed-like tangle of brawling students rolled in-between them.  

“Ha!” shouted a boy with a blue and white bandana, emerging on top and holding up a star.  “Hell yeah!  Tell them that Weld–”

“Out of the way, extra!”

“Hey!”

Izuku was in the air again, waving at Kacchan.  Dark Shadow slid up behind Kacchan, but he pushed her off easily with more explosions.  Or maybe not so easily.  As she withdrew, she grabbed the zipper of his uniform, and the star he'd tucked in there fell out.  He cursed and fumbled for it, forced to extinguish his hands and fall in the process.  

So, Kacchan still prioritized winning over beating up Izuku.  Good.  Izuku would've been disappointed in him, otherwise.

The boy with the blue and white bandana got to the star first and somehow fused it to the ground.  A glance at the still-prone group of similarly fused students, and the way the boy's star was stuck to his own arm told Izuku that must be his quirk.  Izuku had known someone in 1-B had a welding quirk - his class had researched more than the festival rules - but he hadn't realized it worked on organics, too.  Wow, Izuku definitely had to put that in his notebook!

After the event.  

“Take that, Lord Murder Explosion!” said the boy, dancing out of Kacchan's reach and into Kaminari's.  

“Don't bother,” said Izuku, still rising, and deliberately not looking at Kacchan.  “He's got it fused to himself somehow!”

“Gotcha!” said Kaminari.  “So, how're we gonna deal with Blasty, boss?”

Izuku cringed internally at the title.  He was no one's boss!  But this was part of the plan they'd come up with, so–

Kacchan screamed and exploded his star out of the ground.  Then, he turned his baleful glare back up, towards Izuku, and took off again.

Izuku watched, terrified, fascinated, and more than a little thrilled.  Right now, all he was doing was running away, but he was still putting that look on Kacchan's face.  

He had to laugh a little, despite his nerves.  This was so different from middle school.  

“What are you laughing at, you goddamned nerd?” roared Kacchan.  “Your pink-cheeked girlfriend won't be able to save you forever!”

Oh, Izuku thought, blankly, Kacchan doesn't realize I'm floating under my own power.  

He could probably use that, somehow.  Beings underestimated gave all sorts of advantages.  But it also made Izuku mad.  Kacchan hadn't even tried to research Izuku before this, had he?  He just assumed he already knew everything.  It was insulting.  

But it was true that Izuku couldn't stay airborne forever.  Or even the whole length of the event.  Even if he could keep Float going for that long (which was by no means guaranteed), he still had to get a star.  

And, for the next part of the plan to work, he had to get back to ground level and break Kacchan's line of sight while he was still raging.

Kacchan would be ready for Izuku to drop suddenly, this time.  There was no way around that.  Kacchan was smart, smarter than Izuku, and Izuku would be expecting it, if their positions were reversed.  

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“Boo, no, Izuku, he's not smarter than you.  He just got better grades because your teachers sucked.”

“That scene down there is missing something, though, isn't it?” said Nana.  “Where are the teachers?”

“And the robots,” added En.  “I was hoping for some robot battles, they're always fun.”

“The teachers are there,” said Hikage.  

“Where?” asked En, leaning forward.  

“Ohh, I see,” said Nana.  “And the robots are there, En.  Look at that, there, and there.”

“Huh, that's going to be interesting.”

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Izuku reoriented himself and got ready to drop.  Neither he nor Kacchan had experience in aerial combat, but Izuku knew Explosion, and Kacchan didn't know Float or Danger Sense.  

… It sort of felt like cheating, but Kacchan could have come to watch any of the class 1-A practices, just like Hagakure and Hatsume had gone to see the class 1-B practices.  So, there.  

He fell, feet first, towards Kacchan’s face.  Kacchan raised a hand to blast at Izuku, but wasn’t able to keep his flight path steady with only one hand.  He fell sideways, and they both missed.  Kacchan quickly recovered, diving at Izuku with starling speed.  Izuku arrested his descent and shot back up, and it was Kacchan’s turn to miss.  

“--that turned against villains!  And there’s an impressive dogfight shaping up over the south,” All might was saying.  “Aerial battles like this always remind me of my time working with the Angels in America.  They’re currently known for their Special-Class Villain Response work with Star and Stripe, but it’s less well known that many of them are quirkless!”

“Wait, really?”  None of the publications he’d read had ever mentioned that!  He was sure he’d remember it!  The Angels weren’t exactly heroes, they worked for the American army, but they weren’t not heroes, either, and Izuku had read about them when he was researching All Might’s early career, and when he was reading about Star and Stripe.  In both Japanese and English, too!

Not, like, nearly as much as he’d read about All Might himself, but still!

“Eyes on me, Deku!”

Izuku hadn’t really taken his eyes off Kacchan, but it was nice of him to remind Izuku!  Very sportsmanship-like!

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“Does Ninth know what sportsmanship is?” asked Banjo.  “Because that’s not it.”

Yoichi sighed.  “The next thing you’ll be saying is that Izuku never went to school.”

“You know, considering what his junior high was like–”

Banjo was cut off by numerous groans.  

“I still don’t believe either of you two went to school.”

“I already told you about the fire truck incident.  Why would he be so invested in winning a high school contest if he wasn’t in high school?”

“First off, you didn’t tell us anything, secondly, shoulding you call that the North Carolina National Guard incident?  And thirdly the bastard isn’t in government, and he still wants to win that, doesn’t he?”

All of the older ghosts, even second, cringed with their whole bodies.  “Wow, that is sure an optimistic view of the government you have there, Banjo,” said Yoichi.

“Oh, come on, there’s no way he could act normally enough to become president of a home owners’ association, much less– Oh, come on,” he said, noticing the tiniest shift in Hikage’s expression.  

“I was a building inspector.”

“What does that even mean in this context?  Give me a clue, man.”

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Kacchan tried to ram Izuku, next, and wrap his legs around him, but Izuku had no desire to engage with Kacchan that closely, and managed to push off.  Kacchan swung around for another attempt, but Izuku thought he had enough distance to get him back on the ground, and near Kaminari.  

If things had gone according to plan there, Shinsou would be nearby.  Hopefully, Kacchan was distracted enough for Shinsou's Brainwashing to work.  Shinsou hadn't wanted to reveal exactly how his quirk worked, which was fair enough.  There had to be some easy way to avoid or break free of the quirk's effects, or else he wouldn’t be so reticent.  Right now, Izuku suspected a vocal trigger of some sort, but eye contact, emotional states, and attention were still possibilities.  

Danger Sense spiked, and Izuku narrowly managed to avoid a volley of thorny vines.  But he had dodged down, not up, and he wasn't able to avoid the vines falling on him and wrapping him up that way.  Thorns dug into his skin, and he was yanked sideways and down.  Branches and leaves smacked into him as he was pulled through trees.  

When he was finally still again, he was hanging upside down and a girl with vines with hair was frowning down at him.  Two stars hung in her hair like oversized ornaments.  Kacchan was in a similar predicament.

“Only angels should fly so high,” she said, menacingly.  

This was bad.  Izuku on his own didn't have anything like an effective counter for Shiozaki Ibara.  Even class B's recommendation students would have been easier to deal with.  

“And another two victims fall to Vine's web!” announced All Might. 

“Stop making me sound like a spider,” said Shiozaki, aggrieved.  “I'm a holy warrior.”

Luckily, Izuku wasn’t actually alone.  “Hey, Kacchan, are you really going to let this girl get in the way of our fight?”  Ugh, he felt kind of gross just saying something like that.

Kacchan, predictably, exploded.

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“That kid needs anger management,” said Nana.  

“Yeah,” said Banjo.  “That's too much rage, even for me.”

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All the vines near him were shredded, along with Izuku’s ears.  Angry Kaccan was loud.  

But Shiozaki thought the attack was more against her than against Izuku - those were her vines he was blowing up - and responded in kind.  They battled

Izuku, torn free of the vine keeping him hung up, rolled over, trying to think how he was going to cut himself free of the rest of the vines.  Or, did he need to cut them?  He gripped one of the inner ones with both hands and pulled as hard as he could, digging his fingernails into the skin of the vine.  It was thin and flexible, not woody.  Green, and soft, if fibrous, like new blackberry or rose vines.  

With the right force in the right place, they tore.  

Izuku had to assume that the relative weakness of the vines directly wrapping around him was at least partially purposeful, to prevent injury.  Tougher thorns and more mature, rougher vines, would hurt.  

Then again, Shiozaki's hair was green, too, and it had taken multiple strands of vines to hang Izuku's weight from the branches overhead.  Maybe he could ask her about it.  After he apologized.  

He snapped three more vines, one after another, and the rest loosened enough that he could worm his way out.  He ran from the increasingly loud and vicious fight between Kacchan and Shiozaki.  It wasn't what they'd planned, but he wasn't anywhere near Shinsou anymore.  

He looked up at Hatsume.  Her role, at the moment, was basically control tower.  Unfortunately, she was pointing at him at the moment, so–

Wait.  

He'd only barely completed the thought when Iida zoomed up to him, Uraraka on his back.  Both of them had stars, and looked like they'd mostly avoided battle, although Uraraka was vaguely green.  

“Should we join that battle?” asked Iida.  

Izuku shook his head, then hesitated.  Shiozaki had two stars.  “Do you think you're fast enough to get the stars from her hair?”

Iida nodded decisively.  “If one of you grab them.”

“Hop on!” said Uraraka, holding out her hand.  Izuku took it, and she used her quirk on him.  

Izuku still couldn't get over how different Zero-G felt from Float.  

He gripped tight to Uraraka and Iida both as Iida accelerated.  First, Iida ran away from the fight between Shiozaki and Kacchan, but he turned, making a wide arc and gaining speed all the while.  They intersected several other fights.  The first time, Izuku was too distracted by their speed to do anything, but Uraraka made a grab for the star under contention.  She missed, but Izuku got the idea in time to keep her from falling off.  They almost fell into a pit trap, next, saved from uncertain doom only by the combined application of Zero-G and Float.  

And then they were racing back to Kacchan and Shiozaki.  Fast, faster, fastest–

And then Iida slowed, enough that Izuku and Uraraka could try grabbing the stars without breaking their hands.  He must have learned that from his family, because Izuku didn't remember talking about that at all in practice–

But Shiozaki must have sensed their approach somehow, because she pulled herself up off the ground, not entirely unlike Sero, using one of the few branches left intact by Kacchan's attempts to escape.  Izuku kicked off, reaching.  His outstretched fingers brushed against the stars.  

He curled away from a blisteringly hot blast on instinct, more than anything.  Kacchan must be working up a real sweat!

But Izuku should probably focus more on how the force of that blast meant he was rapidly approaching the out-of-bounds area.  

Uraraka, apparently seeing the same problem, disengaged her quirk, and Izuku caught himself with Float inches above the ground and sort of skipped himself to a gradual stop.  

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“Did you ever figure out how to move horizontally without using the stockpile?” asked En.  

“I'm starting to wonder if any of you paid any attention when you were with me.”

“Sure we did!” said Banjo.  “But it was a long time ago.  And also kind of short.”

“It was longer than yours, though,” said Hikage.  

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On the ground, Izuku patted out several smouldering patches on his PE uniform and had a brief tussle with a swirly-eyed support student with… taser nunchucks.  Carrying something like that around when you didn't have any electrical resistance yourself was a remarkably bad idea.  

But he'd done it!  He'd gotten a star!  Only one, as opposed to the two he was going for, but still!  It was bigger than it looked from a distance, and reminded Izuku of a prop from a video game, all rounded, and fat around the middle.  

A faint twinge from Danger Sense kept him from being completely blindsided by Mr. Yamada, but he wasn't able to keep his grip on the awkwardly-shaped star, and it was snatched from his grasp.  He turned, ready to fight, but couldn't help but stare blankly, for a moment, at the sight of Mr. Yamada - Present Mic - in the UA PE uniform.  

This– this felt like some kind of special event, for a hero fan like Izuku, but he was in the middle of a fight, how was he supposed to react…?

“And it looks like Wonder, after his meteoric path across the event stage, has been ambushed by none other than Present Mic!  What a twist!”

“Since they aren’t able to use their quirks, our teachers won't be using their usual tactics, and students would be wise to remember that.”

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Like usual, Kurogiri watched the UA Sports Festival with his charge.  

So why…  Why did it feel so unusual?  

Why did all of this feel wrong?

Shigaraki Tomura's debut as a leader of villains was only a few weeks ago.  Perhaps… No, it must be that, and the change in perspective such an event caused.  These child-heroes had already clashed with Shigaraki Tomura, and proved themselves to be a credible threat.  Therefore, it was natural that this sports festival, as opposed to others, would engender a sense of urgency.  Especially as Kurogiri had yet to make much progress in his goal of finding suitable companions for Shigaraki Tomura.  

However…  The feeling Kurogiri experienced as he listened to the announcers and watched the event unfold wasn't urgency, but nostalgia.   

The feeling intensified as the main camera panned over to where Present Mic was confronting the green-haired boy, the one both Shigaraki Tomura and Sensei were interested in.  The more negative of the two announcers was saying something, but Kurogiri couldn't hear it past the sudden thunder in his ears.  The side screens showed Midnight - presumably as fanservice, she wasn't doing anything at the moment - and a crowd of heroes in the stands that included Ingenium as an audience reaction.

That, that, there, was what Shigaraki Tomura needed.  A forceful blond, a depressive with lapsed hygiene, someone flashy, with a degree of showmanship, and someone friendly and easygoing who was nonetheless fierce and powerful in battle.  

Yes.  A set of personalities like that could form a bond that might transcend death itself.  

Kurogiri closed his eyes, briefly.  That was foolish thinking.  But now that he knew what he wanted for Shigaraki Tomura, he could communicate his requirements to Giran.

And… now that he had some idea of what he wanted for himself…  Unlike Shigaraki Tomura, Kurogiri wasn't supposed to have desires of his own, much less act on them, but as his half-lidded eyes roved across the screens, he couldn’t help but wonder…  What was a villain made for, if not transgression?

[zoros-fourth-sword]

Scarlett- Chapter Seven

Summary: Portgas D. Scarlett Ace's older sister, decides to join Trafalgar Law's crew as their navigator after her brother's death. At first, she is distant and consumed with grief over her loss, but as she spends more time with Law and his crew, she begins to find comfort in their shared experiences.

As they journey together through the Grand Line, Law, and Scarlett must face off against dangerous foes and navigate the treacherous waters of the New World. Along the way, they grow closer, and Scarlett begins to see Law in a new light.

But their love is not without its challenges, as Law is still haunted by his past and the events that led him to become a pirate. Scarlett must confront her feelings of guilt and loss over her brother's death if she wants to move forward with Law.

WC: 1.2k

Taglist: @3v37773 @sukunas-play-thing @tinydonkeysforlife @simp4bakuh03

WARNINGS: None

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Chapter Seven: Two Years Later

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One thing that I can say about these last two years is that they have been a living hell Traffy Laffy literally worked me like a dog signing papers cooking cleaning training you name it he had me doing it. It even caused us to get into a few fights I wasn’t going to be doing everything while he sat in his office.

“What ya thinking about” Law grumbled from in front of me as. We were both currently abroad on my brother's ship having to share a room due to the fact that there weren’t enough bedrooms for us to have our own space

“Just thinking about how much shit you put me through in the last two years” I huff as I sank into the couch I was sitting on

“Stop whining and get back to work” Law grumbled from his desk slightly giving me a glare not really wanting to deal with me at the moment

“Where not even on the polar tang and you're still making write on these damn papers the rooms going to be filled to the brim by the time we get back to the crew” I mumble as I dramatically slid down the couch and onto the floor

“Well I would maybe think your ass would finally get the hang of our routine,” Law said as he kept his eyes on his papers

“I hate that you're right” I growl as I get up off the floor making sure to adjust my clothes

“I’m always right Scar” Law mumbled as he looked up at me causing my cheeks to slightly flush

“Yea you fucking wish Traffy Laffy” I snap stubbornly crossing my arms over my chest and trying to hide the fact that I was intimidated by his stare

“Mh” Law hummed “Just do the papers and then you free to go,” Law said as he pinched the bridge of his nose

“You're lucky that you're my captain” I huff as I flop on the couch

“I bet,” Law said as he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest so that his full attention was on me

“Why are you looking at me like that” I ask my captain once I notice the annoyed expression on his face

“Nothin just waiting for you to shut your mouth” Law shrugged causing me to instantly feel pissed

“Why you little shit” I snap as I get up from my seat to walk over to him to slap him for being a jerk

“How about ya stop hitting me for once” Law growled as he grabbed my wrist mid-air causing me to let out a quiet yelp in surprise

“How about you stop being a jerk to me for once” I snap as I try to break free from his grip

“Who else is going to discipline you” Law growled as he pulled me closer by the wrist causing me to slightly stumble forward making me grab Law's knees to catch my balance

“Fuck off” I choke out feeling nervous from our awkward position

“Whatever you're free for tonight but you're doing extra work tomorrow,” Law said as he let me go causing me to immediately move away from him

“Fine by me I’m going to go have Sanji make us some dinner” I mumble as I make my way out of our room trying to avoid eye contact

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“Scarlett my love what can I get for you” the blonde cook asked me as I entered the Kitchen

“I was going to see if you would make some food for me and Traffy were kinda hungry,” I ask as stand across from him behind the kitchen counter

“Of course Scar anything for you” Sanji said as he spun circles around the kitchen

“Thank you Sanji I’m starving” I giggle

“It’s an honor to make food for my captain's older sister,” Sanji said as he began to cook our meals

“I’m going to go see the girls while you're doing that,” I say giving the man a smile as I take my leave.

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“So he’s giving you a hard time,” Nami said as we sat in a circle with Robin in the middle of her bedroom floor

“Yeah but I can’t complain” I huff “The man is the reason why I’m still breathing” I chuckle mentally thanking my captain for all that he has done for me

“Trust me I understand” Nami laughed “Your brother can be quite the handful”

“Yeah I know but I wouldn’t change him for the world tho ” I giggle

“I Agree he’s quite the person,” Robin said joining our conversation

“SCARLETT COME PLAY TAG WITH ME AND CHOPPER” Luffy said as he came barging into the room nearly breaking the door in the process

“Shit Luffy you scared the fuck out of us” I laugh once I see Robin and Nami laid out on the floor with terrified expressions on their faces

“Heh my bad” Luffy chucked

“You fine and I will after I take Traffy Laffy his dinner,” I say as I get up off the floor making sure not to step on the girls

“HECK YEA” Luffy screamed as he dashed out of the room

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“Here’s your dinner,” I say as I walk into mine and Law's room

“Just sit it on the desk,” Law said from the bed he was currently spread out on with his shirt slightly lifted up showing off his toned stomach

“Is everything alright?” I ask my captain finding it unusual that he’s taking a break

“Yeah just have a headache” Law mumbled as his tattooed hands covered his face

“Come eat and drink some water” I say placing our plates on his desk

“It might make you feel better,” I say going over to the man grabbing his wrist trying to pull him out of bed

“Okay alright I’m getting up” Law mumbled as he gently pulled his wrist out of my hand

“What have you been up to,” Traffy Laffy asked as he walked over to his desk to grab his plate

“Nothing really been hanging out with the girls,” I say making my way toward him

“Here you need to eat as well,” Law said as he picked up my plate to hand it to me

“Thank you” I mumble taking it from his hand

“Mhm no problem” Law hummed taking a bite out of his food

“I’m sorry about earlier” I mumble remembering my tantrum

“It’s fine I understand and I was kinda a dick,” Law said as he looked down at me

“You were” I giggle deciding to give the man a hard time

“Oh yea” Law chuckled

“Yea” I laughed giving him a glance

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat all the time I wouldn’t have to be” Law smirked knowing that it was going to irritate me

“Why you little shit” I laughed gently punching his arm

“I can’t help that your face irritates me” I mumbled taking a bite out of my food

“Mhm I’m sure it does” Law hummed with the same smirk plastered on his face

“What the hell does that mean,” I ask dumbfounded

“I don’t know what does it mean” Law chuckled

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I really hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and thank you so much for 80 followers I love you all so much 🥺

{A/N: the tension is there y’all like I love Scar and Law and everyone should comment a ship name 🤣

All I got to say is that I need this man above me and under me like asap 😝😍

[da-shrimping-station]

Duel Day Drabble

A/N: so i saw on Karasu that it was duel day and honestly? that's cool af i wanna see demons throw hands but ofc we can't get that in game and i can't write for shit but i did my best with this one. hope y'all like it (o yea my MC is there too)

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They were fast. Too fast for human eyes that if it weren’t for the enchanted glasses that Solomon gave, Aren wouldn’t be able to follow the two figures.

Duel Day was coming soon and there was a strange buzz in the air. Aren thinks it’s gotten to Lucifer more so than his brothers. 

“For old time’s sake,” Lucifer had said, coat off and sword in hand. Aren expected something fancier for Lucifer’s weapon and they’re sure that must’ve been the case when he was a seraph. The blade in his hand was barely decorated but wickedly sharp, curving slightly at the tip. Aren thinks his pride lies in his swordsmanship and not the sword itself.

“If you put it that way, I suppose I can’t decline.” Simeon had also taken his white cape off, neatly folding it before handing it to Luke. Aren had seen his rapier before. An elegant sword with a delicate looking guard that swirled and twisted like a ribbon. What surprised Aren was the dagger on his other hand. A parrying dagger, Solomon told them.

Aren expected to see a swordfight like the one in video games or movies but they were quite surprised. 

Their blades clashed quick and brief, metal clanging in a harmonious cacophony as the spar went on. The exchanges were brief too. The mere flick of a wrist could decide whether or not a hit landed. And when it did, they disengaged, assessing the damage, and taking up stances to engage again. The pair had an increasing number of shallow cuts, mostly on their limbs, with each passing round.

Simeon darts forward, arm and sword extended, aiming for Lucifer’s neck. The fallen angel parries, blades sliding off of each other with a shriek. He steps back, avoiding the rapier tip as Simeon tries for another stab. The tip nicked his horn and Lucifer hissed. They disengaged.

“Was that too hard?” Simeon approaches to inspect the damage. There was a noticeable groove near the base of the left horn. “Oh no.”

“I suppose I forgot to take account of my horns when I dodged. You caught me off guard. You almost never go for the head.”

The brothers came running, crowding the eldest to see the cut. It was negligible and it barely stung and they know their brother can take more than that but Lucifer got hit. Satan couldn’t contain his smug grin and Luke can’t stop gushing about Simeon’s swordsmanship. Aren watched with amusement as they got more rowdy, DDD in hand to snap pictures.

Solomon, being the little shit he was, decided to open his mouth.

“So it’s time to settle the bets?”

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ough fight sceeeenes!!! difficult to write but i do enjoy them

i hope i did a decent job :D barely proofread and edited this i yeeted it here the moment i was done sorry in advance

also how tf can you eyeball how good your dividers look

[zomb1e-boy]

Hell n Back

Joel Miller xTransMasc! Reader

Part l

Fluff, soft Joel, suggestive themes, first kiss, hard time expressing emotions, Ellie being Ellie

(Request from @devotedlyburningtree )

The woods air was thin and musky. You were on patrol with the town loner Joel Miller aka Tommy’s older and ….hotter brother. He was stern, hotheaded, and professional. Things that come very useful in this world of death and despair, but you gotta find things to fight for. He had his purpose a snarky girl named Ellie. Speaking off she was with us on this mission. It’s a very simple motion find any supplies especially medical supplies. The trees were swaying in the whistling wind. It was truly beautiful out in nature.“I gotta piss can we stop somewhere that has a bathroom” Ellie piped up, this was the first real questions she’s asked despite the horrible joke book riddles. “We should be comin’ up to a gas station in a few minutes” you state showing the younger hazel eyed girl the map. “Fuck yea, hopefully they have some snacks too I’m so sick of spaghettio’s” she says. You chuckle at her statement and look at Joel. He had a smile on his face.

It was nice to see, but the man barely ever looks at you. You wonder if he hates your or somethin but you’ve never done nothin to make him upset. This is like your 5th mission together, you never asked to be paired with him Tommy was the one that paired up teams to go out. Ellie was never meant to come but she’s stubborn like her..dad? You’re not sure what relationship they have, but it’s father and daughter like non the less. The gas station is in view and you have a bright idea. “Ellie I bet I can beat you to the gas station.” You look at her raising your eyebrow playfully. “In your dreams old man” she says as she starts sprinting towards the gas station. “I ain’t that old I’m like 30 or something.” You say while running past her. You run into the gas station doors and get bombarded by an infected. A runner to be exact. You cry for Joel as it makes you fall on the grimy floor. It instantly pounces on top of you its face growing little fungus sprouts out of the side. You use one arm to block it from your face and the other hand to grab a knife. You grab your trusty hunter knife and shove it into its neck. Throwing off the corpse you get up to see Joel struggling with a clicker. You run up behind it and kill it too. You were so busy with your right you didn’t even notice the other ones in the store. Luckily that was the last one.

“Jesus fuck I’m so sorry Ellie I just thought it would be fun” you say looking at her with extreme guilt, the feeling you could’ve gotten her or Joel hurt pains you like no other. “We made it through it’s okay, no bites” she says trying to lighten the mood. You look at Joel and he looks at you for a minute before turning his head away quickly. He seemed upset but you didn’t want to push it. “I’m gonna go piss” and with that Ellie was gone it was just you and Joel. You go over to put your hand on his shoulder and he tenses. “Hey Joel I’m sorry again I just thought I’d be fun” you look at him in his hazel eyes darker than normal. “I-it’s okay” he says sternly as he walks away from your grasp. You look down at the ground but then you see him limping. “Hey you feelin okay?” You say shakily hoping it’s not what you think it is. “Yea.” that’s all he says. “No sit down.” You state your voice more firm than normal. For once he doesn’t back talk or say anything he just listens to your command. You pull up his pant leg bracing yourself only to see a gnarly cut. “God damn old man didn’t want you to hurt yourself.” you joke trying to lighten to mood. He laughs softly and face goes flush.

You grab your backpack and take your med kit out. “I’m gonna get you cleaned up alright? And don’t say no cause I’m gonna anyway.” you look at him directly in his eyes and he looks sheepish. It’s funny seeing a man like him listen to a younger man like you. You carried the good part of his leg softly while you prep the alcohol pad. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, you know this, look at me okay just focus on me.” You out the pad on his wound and he grunts and closes his eyes. You grab his hand and squeeze it making him open his eyes wide. “Eyes on me.” You state again as you rub it gently on it. He grunts and winces but does as he’s told. You couldn’t tell if his face was red cause of the pain or cause… no there’s no way it’s cause of you. He is straight…right? After the worst part is done you take your hand away from his and, he has a small frown. You start wrapping it around his leg and he still has his puppy dog eyes on you. “You gotta stop looking at me like that Miller first you never look at me now you’re glued to me” you joke hitting his knee playfully. “I’m just doin what I was told.” He says as the corner of his mouth turning into a smirk. Once you’re done wrapping his leg you give it a gentle pat and put the pant leg down.

“Hey guys I’ve been exploring and there is a house that’s clear near but I’m gonna go chill in there. Catch up whenever lovebirds” she says as she struts away. Joel’s face goes completely red. “She uh she’s got a mouth on her sorry.” He says as if it’s something you didn’t know. “Joel she’s always like that, I think she said that course you’re as red as a tomato.” Joel looks at you with fear in his eyes he’s stuttering trying to find words but nothing comes out. You grab his chin gently and make his wondering eyes look at you again. “Joel do you have something you wanna tell me?” you say gently trying not to startle him.

He looks like his hearts stopped and he’s just staring at you and your lips before he kisses you. It’s sloppy and clumsy but it’s perfect. Both of your hands grab his jaw and pull his face closer. Before anything gets more heated you pull away. “I asked you to use your words, Joel.” He looks sheepish again but clears his throat and speaks. “I never thought I took a liking to men too much, but being with you on these missions…you’re so great with Ellie, you’re funny, and can take care of yourself..I couldn’t just not uh have some sort of feeling for you.” He’s still flushed but more calm you take his hand and rub your thumb across his fingers. “I’m not great at this stuff but I really do like ya..and I’d want to take you out if you’d like.” He looks you in your eyes and he’s more comfortable now.

“Joel, I thought you hated me you never looked at me but this makes sense. I can’t deny you are quite handsome and you’re strong, independent, and a loving asshole. What more would a guy want.”you say looking at him adoringly. He rubs his neck and blushes as he looks down. you grab his chin and kiss him again. The kiss is more take this time. He leans into you more as you stand up guiding him to his feet. His muddy boots shuffling against yours and you back him into the wall. Your hands roam his soft body as you kiss down his neck. Sucking on a part right behind his ear as he groans. You nudge your leg between his as he rubs up against it. His hair falling into his face and his eyebrows furrowed. This man looked like a god. As he’s whining and whimpering as he grinds himself on your leg you hear a noice and both instantly pull apart.

“What the fuck is…” Ellie looks at both of you and your state and turns around. “My bad gouging out my eyes now” she says walking fast out of the gas station again. You look at Joel and his scared expression and start bursting out laughing. The look on the oldest man face is absolutely priceless. “Why are you laughing that is not funny.” He says looking at your seriously arms crossed and everything. He was lookin zesty as hell. His demeanor made you laugh even harder to the point you had to catch your breath. “You lean on him for support as he can’t help but smile at your silliness. “She’ll be fine.. but I feel like we should continue this in a safer place, yea?” You look at him quirking your head. He eagerly nods making you chuckle as you drag him by his hand to the house. Looking back at him you see a smile you can’t believe you have him. You cracked the old man into a softy and you couldn’t be more happy.

[blueicequeen19]

Right Side of Wrong Pt. 3

Warnings: non-con, somno, oral, restraints, overstimulation, squirting, begging

I lean against the kitchen counter, my hands gripping the wooden edge as I fight to remain standing. I let my eyes fall closed, fire and tingles working their way through every fiber of my body as John B's sister sucks me deep into her throat. She gags repeatedly, keeping me as deep as she can and letting her throat constrict almost painfully around my cock. My body was buzzing, my hands itching to fist her pretty hair and throat fuck her within an inch of her life but then I wouldn't be able to stop there and everyone was just outside.

I finally look down at her, seeing those big doe eyes looking up at me has my entire body tensing. She was exquisite. And forbidden. But she wouldn't take no for an answer and I couldn't bring myself to stop her at this point.

"Have you talked to my brother?" She asks, sucking in a breath as she lets my cock pop free of her warmth. I almost pout. She had unshed tears in her eyes and her lips glistening with saliva. I wanted more than anything to bend her over this fucking counter but we were being risky enough.

"Don't talk about your brother with my dick in your face." I scold, cupping the back of her neck as I grab the base of my swollen cock and bring it to her lips. I paint her lips with my precum, her eyes narrowed at me in defiance as she refuses to open her mouth.

"Tell him or I will." She stands, ignoring the problem she just caused. My cock stands to full attention between, begging for her mouth.

"What are you doing? You're not done." I wave my hand downwards and she shrugs, crossing her arms without bothering to look.

"I am now. You want me to finish you? Then tell my brother about us." She goes to walk away and I grab her arm, catching the slightest smirk on her lips before she faces me.

"I can't go back out there like this. It won't go back in." I hiss, placing her against the counter. If I went back out there in swim trunks with a massive hard on, I'd never hear the end of it. I'd rather play in traffic. Not to mention how unbearably painful the confinements would be and the blue balls.. I was desperate.

"Poor JJ." She leans forward, her hands against my bare chest and she brushes her lips against my ear. "Does your big fat cock want to be stuffed in something nice and tight?" I suck in a breath at her words, my cock throbbing against her bare abdomen. The heat of her skin was not helping.

"Would he rather cum down my throat or deep in my pussy? Both feel so good I don't think I could pick." Her sultry words in my ear have me on the verge of bending her over the counter anway. I brace my hands on either side of her against the counter, caging her in as I debate how desperately I need to cum.

"Y/N--."

"Honestly, I'd even let him fuck my ass. I bet it would be so fucking good. I'd probably cum just as hard as he would." She whispers, my eyes widening in disbelief for a split second until the animalistic urge to claim her takes over. I pull back just as the front door opens from across the house and I hear laughing. I yank away from her, tucking my dick in my shorts just as I turn to the fridge, opening it to look for whatever the fuck we orginally came in here for.

"What's taking so long?" Pope calls, entering the kitchen a moment later.

"JJ's a pussy." Y/N smirks, before holding up a couple bottles of vodka and whiskey that were on the counter. "He won't choose between dark and clear. Says clear makes him puke." Pope turns to her but I don't miss the fact that she just called me a pussy. I understood her double meaning and I wouldn't let it go. My dick had deflated but my balls were still achy and heavy.

"Oh yea, he puked so much the last time we had vodka that even I can't stand it anymore." Pope chuckles, completely oblivious to the danger she's in. "Dark for sure." Pope snatches the bottle from her and walks out, leaving us alone a moment later. We stare at each other, the tension and air between us so thick it was almost suffocating. Just looking at her had my cock starting to harden again. I needed to get through this party then I'd make her suffer.

"I'm not telling him." I calmly say, watching as her eyes flash with anger. "Not until I know what this is." I add, her shoulders relaxing just a tad.

"Then I'm not fucking you until you figure it out. I know what I want." She snaps, no less angry. I step forward, licking my lips hungrily as I openly check out her body. She shivers under my gaze, her tits raising and falling rapidly with each breath. My chest brushes against hers and she cranes her neck to look up at me, her eyes defiant and ablaze as always. She was a force to be reckoned with when she didn't get her way.

"That's fine." I lean down, letting my breath fan against her neck and she shudders, her little hands balled into fists. "But what's stopping me from fucking you the way you fucked me?" She gasps, remembering how she snuck into my room at night and claimed me herself. Her eyes widen as she pulls back to look up at me, her cheeks reddening. I can't help but smirk. She almost looks..afraid.

"I could gag you, tie you up, and have my way with you before you even wake up. You've always been such a deep sleeper." I let the sinister smile show and she started panting, the tables officially turned. I wanted to leave her as horny and desperate as I felt. I was hard again but it was worth it to see her reaction and knowing that I now had a plan in place. It wouldn't happen tonight but it would eventually. I wanted her so wound tight and anxious that she was practically jumpy. She wouldn't be able to think straight while trying to anticipate me.

"Sleep tight." I wet my dry lips, smiling as I take one last look at her tits before pushing away from her tempting body and heading outside.

Three agonizingly long days go by and I can tell she's on the verge of a mental break. She's jumpy and always watching me while I appear on the outside as unphased and carefree as usual. But on the inside, there's a beast begging to be let free.

The timing couldn't have worked out better than if I'd actually planned it. John B was taking Sarah on a vacation for her birthday and Y/N thought I was staying with Pope, so she was the only one at the Chateau when I sneak in around midnight.

We'd all been here late and I knew she was drunk. I also knew how deeply she slept when she was drunk and how horny she would be. It doesn't take me long to restrain her the way I want as she peacefully snores, totally oblivious. Her hot pink vibrator was sitting on her nightstand, practically mocking me that she's been using it instead of me. I debate throwing the damn thing out but I resist as I tie her cuffed hands to the intricate metal headboard.

Then I tie her legs open as far as they'll go, giving me complete access as I stuff a pillow under her ass. Next, I use my pocket knife and remove her thong, shaking my head at the cum stain I find. I was getting jealous over her masturbating like some loser.

I take a deep inhale of her panties before I carefully move to kneel next to her head. She looked so peaceful and innocent, unlike the determined succubus that plagues me throughout the day.

I lift up her tiny sleep shirt and ghost my fingers over her nipples until they harden. She doesn't even stir as I gently tug on each one until I'm practically salivating with needing them in my mouth. I watch her face as I start to tug harder and harder, making sure they're nice and tender for later. Her brows start to come together she moans softly, attempting to rub her legs together.

I lean over to look at her pussy, smirking at the wetness I find already. I was on the brink of insanity myself. I didn't know how long I could tease her before I lost my mind. I needed to be inside her like, three days ago.

I debate waking her up to gag her but I wanted to hear those pretty sounds. I wanted to hear her crying my name and begging me to stop.

I slip off the bed and strip before positioning myself on my stomach between her spread legs. I spread her pussy wide with my hands, taking in the sight of her swollen clit and slick hole. My cock was already hard and jabbed against the bed. There was just something addicting about having her like this.

I take my time as I start to devour her pussy with gentle licks and tugs on her clit. I’ve been at it for a good twenty minutes by the time she starts to stir, her hole clenching on nothing but my tongue, and our combined juices pooling on the sheet.

She moans my name and I hesitate, debating just shoving my cock inside her and fucking the shit out of her. If this wasn’t meant to be torture, I would.

“Oh.” The single word falls from her lips as I start to fuck her with my tongue, my nose pressed against her clit as her thighs start to tremble. I feel the moment she fully wakes up, her entire body jerks and she attempts to sit up.

“JJ, what the fuck?”

I don’t answer her as we lock eyes, moving my soaked lips to her clit and sucking hard. She cries out, her head thrown back as she reaches her first orgasm of the night. I hold her hips in place, not letting her move away as I keep sucking and licking until my jaw aches and I can’t feel my tongue. The whole time she’s practically screaming and convulsing as I bring her one orgasm after another.

“JJ, please, please, please. I can’t take it. Oh, god.” She tugs frantically at the restraints as she reaches another high, her hips backs against my face until I shove three fingers inside her. She screams louder than ever, soaking my face and hand and dripping down onto the bed as I drag her through the climax. I wait until she’s limp and whimpering, her body trembling from the after shocks before I finally withdraw from her.

They don’t call me the king of eating pussy for nothing. Now she knows first hand.

I make my way up her delicious body, taking in the way sweat glistens on her skin and how her nipples are still hard peaks. I swipe my tongue over one and she winces, rearing from my touch.

“JJ—.”

“Still think I’m a pussy?” I growl, running my lips up her chest and to her neck. I trace the trail of goosebumps along her skin until I reach her parted lips, my dick practically begging to be inside her as I leak precum all over her belly.

“How long have you been in here? You practically sucked my soul out of my pussy.” She pants as I brush her hair from her face with a smirk.

“I told you that you’re a deep sleeper when you’re drunk. Why do you think I supplied your alcohol all night? Your pussy is just so goddamn sweet that I couldn’t have you fighting me. I’m glad to know you’re a squirter though. I wonder how many times I can make you do that in a row.” I bring my knee up and press it against her pussy, the sheet soaked beneath her. She whimpers as I apply friction to her highly sensitive area.

“I think I might die if I cum again.” She sobs, her back threatening to arch as I rub her harder.

“You better figure it out because I’m not stopping until you pass out. And I haven’t even gotten mine yet.” She hiccups a sob and I finally kiss her trembling lips, tasting the alcohol still on her tongue.

“You’re fucking perfect, ya know that?” I pant between kisses, dominating her mouth with my tongue just as I did her pussy.

“Untie me. I want to touch you.” She whines, tugging on restraints. I shake my head, leaning back on the balls of my feet and yanking her against me. I spread her legs as far as they’ll allow, rubbing my throbbing cock through her juices.

“You had your chance. It’s my turn.” I slap her clit with the head of my cock and she cries out, bucking her hips.

“I told you I’m not fucking you until you tell my brother about us.” She growls, glaring at me as I circle her entrance.

“Good thing I’m fucking you then.” I make my point by thrusting in hard, making my cock completely disappear inside her. She moans loud and long, her legs already starting to shake again as I grab her waist to hold her in place as I start to hammer inside her heat.

“Don’t play games with me, Y/N Routledge. You’ll lose every time.”

[cultofdixon]

I Found Yea, Bunny

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Never did he think he’d find anyone to love him, then when someone did. The world ended • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • TW: Canon Violence / PTSD / Anxiety Attacks / Injuries

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“You still moping baby brother?” Merle kicked Daryl’s leg to get him to say anything. “What? Ain’t gonna talk when you’ve convinced me to stay at this pig’s camp? Come on Darylina, you’re killing me here”

“Fuck off Merle. Ain’t you going on that run?”

“Yeah, but the second I come back. No survivors” Merle jokes for the most part as he picks up his hunting rifle. “Seriously. If you’re still moping and being a lil bitch because of Y/N you just gotta get over it. She’s gone”

Hearing that last part for probably the millionth time, only started to trigger him. She can’t be gone kept him standing.

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“See that chick over there? The short one”

“I don’t care about your next catch of the week, Merle.” Daryl scoffs taking another sip of his beer when a waiter walks by setting now another set of beers without either of them asking. “Hey wait I ain’t—“

“Curtesy of the two lovely ladies over there” They state before taking Merle’s empty one and heading back behind the bar.

Merle instantly wraps his arm around his brother staring at the two with him seeing obviously the more confident one wave at them as the other was more shy.

“I’ll take the taller one with the nice rack, and you take the shy one” Merle whispers patting his back making Daryl choke on his beer quickly wiping at his face as the two made their way over. “Heya ladies”

“Hey yourself, mind if we join you?” The one Merle was eyeing inches closer to his person making the smirk grow on his face.

“This is going to be a disaster” Daryl whispers to himself only for the other woman to giggle to his words.

“Wanna bet who’s going to ruin it? She’s not the steadiest drunk” She whispers back smiling when one started to crack out on his face.

“Bet it’s my brother and…?”

“I’ll bet on my friend Rachael. But I will most likely win”

“And why is tha—“ Daryl stops talking when Racheal suddenly jumped Merle’s bones right then and there. Knocking off her glass and his beer resulting in the broken glass. “Shit.”

“Nights still young I guess” the woman laughs watching the two roll on the dirty bar ground making one of the bar keeps come over to smack them with the broom to get up. “Didn’t catch your name by the way…didn’t get his either but he’s busy”

“Daryl…you?”

“Y/N”

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“Why did you…not give up? Like the others did…yeah me askin’ shouldn’t matter anymore because..” Carol still couldn’t believe the whole barn situation, let alone what happened to her daughter.

“I’ve lost enough.”

And with that Carol knew more about Daryl than anybody else. He didn’t go into the grand details about it, all that before he and Merle met the quarry group…Daryl was looking for his other half. Not giving a damn of what Merle had to say about it. They hunted, stayed alive, and searched. That was it until something secure came along.

But seeing Rick be with his family, after being separated for months…Daryl wanted that same feeling. That same joy of being reconnected with the one you love.

Now the second good thing after the CDC, the farm was up in flames as Daryl got him and Carol out of there on his bike.

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“Hey stranger” Y/N smiles letting Daryl into her studio as he was already looking around the place.

“You took these?” Daryl points to the still of the wildlife on one of the many tables as Y/N walks up beside him smiling.

“Yeah, cool right?”

“How’d yea manage to get them to stay still?”

“You said you hunt right? With your brother?” Y/N tilts her head waiting for Daryl’s confirmation which was a nod and a grunt. “Imagine without your weapon and bright orange vests…a camera and a bit more camouflage”

“You…being careful right?”

“Oh I don’t do this in hunting grounds, or well. Forests that have been reported to have people hunt in them before.” Y/N reassures hun with her always shining smile, letting him continue to go through the photos. “I have been asked to document hunters for a catalog. Going to get a few new hunting rifles and a couple compound bows, if you and your brother are interested”

Daryl thought about it as he couldn’t help the joy bubbling in him to hang out with her again. That night at the bar lead to coffee in the morning while his brother and her best friend were still occupying Daryl’s shitty apartment, and another night for drinks but just the two of them to get to know one another without taking care of somebody other than themselves, which brought them to Y/N’s studio that she was also living in.

“Yeah, why not”

Y/N squeals happily and hugging on Daryl as he instantly wrapped his arm around her. “You’re going to look great”

“Maybe bring Racheal to occupy Merle”

“Oh totally, or nothing will get done”

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Daryl lays uncomfortably on the rocks after rolling down it from when the horse bucked him off and from using what little energy he had to try and scale the steep mountain to get back to the farm. He was in and out of consciousness when he perked up hearing her laugh.

“You’ve got yourself in a pickle, baby” Y/N knelt down beside Daryl’s body gently caressing his face. “Did Merle do this?”

“Nah baby….H-Horse…”

“Now you never learn from that one time, and you weren’t even the one bucked off that horse” She laughs and he couldn’t help the painful smile he wore listening to her. He was willing to die just listening. But he couldn’t. “Stay awake D. Once you find that sweet girl, you gotta find me.”

And with that. He did his best. His best got him back to the farm, walker looking and all, next thing you know.

Fire

Thud

Pain. A whole lot of fucking pain.

Once they questioned Daryl about what he found and Hershel having his priorities confirmed, he was finally left alone to recover in the safety of the house. Letting him get some much needed sleep.

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Daryl watches her sleep peacefully beside him listening to her cute little snores and watching her curl up inching closer to his person. He couldn’t help himself by closing the space and gently wrapping his arm around her sleep form feeling her do the same pulling herself into his chest. He smiles listening her satisfied sigh when she finally got comfortable in his embrace.

“Stop watching me and sleep…” Y/N mumbles in a sleepy daze, smiling feeling him shift to cage her in his embrace. “Goodnight baby”

“Sweet dreams bunny”

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He couldn’t help the tears that spilled waking up the next morning.

•

The prison became their home after they lost so much and fought for their safety.

Daryl wishes that the bus of Woodbury folk held his other half in it. But as he came to disappointment once again, he went back to it. Taking daily runs just to search for her and would always come back empty handed on that front. At least he doesn’t have to watch his found family starve or freeze to death given he’s been bringing back everything he could find. Feeling a little bit of joy in their happy faces when his runs were never focused on that to begin with. But just as important.

“Hey Daryl, hold up a sec” Glenn calls out to him right as Carl and Rick were about to open the gates for him.

“Need somethin’?”

“Yes and no…” He sighs. “We need to save up on gas for the run to that mega store. Don’t get me wrong, what you’re doing is helpful. But we really need to be more careful with our limited supplies”

Daryl knew he was using the supply they’ve had to do these runs and it was going to be brought up eventually. Guess his spontaneous runs at any hour, every day, have come to an end.

“Hey pookie” Carol smiles, enjoying the fact that that nickname annoys Daryl, watching him sit down beside her at one of the tables outside. “Couldn’t go on the run?”

“Got told not to. It’s whatever”

“Mmm. Is it though?” Carol nudges Daryl for more of what’s on his mind. More of why he does these runs. “You’ve always been looking for something and every time you come back with much needed supplies…but the look of disappointment rest in your eyes. Daryl what are you looking for out there?”

Carol is one of the few that Daryl trusts with his life and part of him didn’t want to talk about it. Or it brings the thought of loss back in his mind. The same thought that has him laying wide awake at night or waking to the anxiety inducing nightmare that his other half was ripped apart from the undead and or tortured by the monsters of men that litter the new world. But he couldn’t keep it a secret for much longer…

“My girl”

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“Hey! You made it” Y/N smiles removing herself from the small group surrounding one of her photos displayed so that Daryl could happily bring her into his embrace. “Surprised Merle released you from whatever devilish act he had planned”

“A six pack did it”

“Figures” Y/N smiles parting from Daryl just enough to take his hand and walk with him through the whole exhibit. It was more than her art on display but Daryl could care less about the rest. Only hers was the best.

Daryl waited for the showcase to be over and he hung back to help take down what wasn’t sold of Y/N’s work. But also for him to have a more intimate moment with her.

“I’ve got somethin’”

“Yeah?”

“And I don’t wanna scare yea off, or think I’m moving too quick” Daryl sets down the once hanging piece to lean up against the wall before reaching into his pocket to take out a ring. Y/N was about to drop the pieces she was holding if Daryl didn’t explain himself right away. “It ain’t engagement. Even if I’m sure yer it for me, more a promise. Until the real deal”

“D, this isnt like…the blood money from Merle—-“

“Nah I stopped doing his crazy shit a bit ago. Have been doing commission for bikes and got a gig at a garage…you’ve…made me better and just wanted to do somethin’. Showed me love without consequence or pain…I just. Gotta know—-“

“I love you” Y/N cuts him off, setting everything in her hand down so that she could let him put the ring on her finger before taking his face gently in her hands. “You don’t have to say it back immedieatly. Timing is different for everyone…but I love you, and I know I want you in my life for the rest of it. Even after”

Daryl instantly pulled her flush against him feeling her arms find their spot around his neck as his around her waist. Taking in everything about her in that moment.

She was his other half

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And he was hers

“Aaron, I don’t think these people will take our offering like it’s nothing. It just randomly appears”

“What do you suggest then?”

“We’re talking suggestions now?”

“Yeah, cuz Deanna saw potential with you in recruitment so thought I’d ask” Aaron whispers to Y/N beside him as the two were tracking a group for some time now.

“Our community isn’t the only one. That’s the feeling I get. These people, we don’t know if they got screwed over or not. They will be hostile and we can’t take that like it’s nothing”

“So…give up or what”

“I didn’t say that. Just if we get caught. Or Eric. Stand your ground but not with your weapon.” She frowns not liking the sound of the commotion coming from this group she couldn’t get a clear look of. “We need these people to trust us. And the element of surprise, is awful in this hell” she takes the binoculars from Aaron to get a look but were caught off guard by a walker approaching that he took care of. “Never was much a fan of surprises in the old world…”

“Didn’t you say your husband surprised you with that ring you’re wearing?”

“Yeah but that’s different”

“How so?”

“He was my other half” Y/N stored the binoculars in her back when the rain started. “We should head back to Eric, and discuss our next course of action”

“I agree with that notion” Aaron covered her back as they made their way to the cars they brought out from their community.

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“One of my buyers, thought I got married because of my ring” Y/N fiddles with one of Daryl’s many wrenches from his work station in her garage as he was working on her car.

“What’d yea say?”

“Played along. I like the thought of you as my husband. My big strong protective sweetheart husband” She smiles watching the tips of Daryl’s ears turn a bright red when he said such as he tried to cover them for a moment.

“Told the guys at the garage yer my wife anyway”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, so they know if they fuck with yea. I’m knocking their teeth in” Daryl held his hand out for her to place the wrench she was messing with in such.

“But they can get the hint just from girlfriend”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the idea”

“Is that you asking me Daryl Dixon?”

“Yea want it to be?” He stops working to look at his girl who became a blushing mess at the thought, especially when he smirked at her knowing damn well she’d like that.

“I’d like some display. Nothing too public. Just us still” Y/N smiles spreading her legs from her seat on his bench for him to slot himself perfectly between them. Leaning into her, resting his hands on the table. “What?”

“I’ve got somethin’ but for now, yer my wife to everybody who asks”

“Unless it’s Merle and Racheal”

“Motherfuckers would be like “took yea long enough” let’s be real”

“Very true Dixon” She smiles pressing her lips against his shortly after as he quickly picks her up holding her up by the thighs. “Baby!”

“Think I need a break with my bunny” He smirks kissing her once more before carrying her inside.

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“I’m not alone”

“Really now?” Rick glares into Aaron’s soul as he quickly drops everything in his person to avoid getting hurt even further if that was bound to happening. “Who else is with you?”

“My partner and my best friend. Except my friend is closer to this location”

“And y’all didn’t find her?” Rick questions Maggie and Sasha as the two looked at each other confused before watching the retired sheriff take Aaron by the collar. “Where the fuck is she?”

“Her husband was a t-tracker. Hunter—-she knows how to hide. Says it’s what saved her from outbreak day to now” Aaron was close to shaking but what he said perked the attention of the archer who stopped aiming his crossbow at him. “I can call her but you have to let go of me…”

“Rick” Daryl interrupts whatever thought he was having about such as Rick gave him a confused look. “Trust it. Let him. Now.”

The confused look stuck as he lets go of Aaron for him to reach into his bag keeping eye contact with Rick as he took his radio out.

“Dixon, come out.”

The name caused the group to look at Daryl confused but then suddenly ready their weapons to the ceiling of the barn when they heard a loud thud, then a roll, and finally footsteps outside the building. Daryl brought himself past Aaron to the door when they opened to reveal exactly who he’s been looking for.

“I told him he was only going to trigger y’all too—-“ Y/N stops speaking when she locked eyes with Daryl who hesitantly inched closer to her.

Daryl couldn’t help the overwhelming urge to grab her and pull her into his embrace as he brought himself right up to her.

“So, Dixon huh?”

“Like you’d want my last name…” Y/N tried, and failed to keep the tears from falling as she drops everything on her latching onto Daryl feeling his arms tighten firmly around her. “Hey baby”

“I found yea, bunny. I knew I would”

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Chapter 1: Save Me🏹🥀🏹🥀🏹🥀🏹

(I guys I am back with another older man with a daddy issued y/n. I am so glad with how my past works had been doing so here is another series. Hope you enjoy.)

Run. The only thing that’s going through her head was to run. Run even if the sole of her feet throb from pain. Run even if her lungs burn. She needs to run. The snarls and lazy steps crept from every corner of the forest. Y/N has no destination, no place to hide. The only thing she could do now is to run. Out of nowhere, Y/N tripped from the tree root, causing her to fall flat ass on the hard forest floor. A behind her slowly starts to close its distance from her. Due to exhaustion, y/n struggle to get up immediately. Hopelessness fills in her head, she starts rethinking her life decision to lead to this very moment. Start regretting every wrong she made. Is this it? Is this the way she goes, being torn up into pieces by walkers?

Just as the walker was going to reach her face, an arrow shoots right through its skull. A relief went through her until she started to wonder where the arrow came from. Her questions were solved when the owner of the arrow came into view. A redneck with a crossbow appears out from the trees. He comes to check if the walker is dead then he pulls out the arrow stuck in the skull of his victim. You look shocked, your E/C eyes as wide as a doll’s. You worry what he might do to you as you know damn well that humans are more dangerous than walkers, but right now you have no choice, you’re starving and weak, the only living thing you can depend on right now is this redneck.

The man turns to the direction of the snarls and groans coming from the forest. His eyes panic. He looks at your form up and down.

“Can you walk?” He asked which sounds more like a demand.

You hurriedly nod. Then, in a split sec. He pulled you up and started taking off. The throbbing pain in your leg makes you stumble a bit. The impatience shows when he picks you up as easily as a sack of beans in bridle style and starts running. You don’t know if the man will lead you to safety or danger but you have no choice. You are in the mercy of the man’s hands and you let yourself to be. You hope this isn’t another reason to regret as you fainted in his arms from exhaustion.

This is how you met Daryl Dixon. The hot headed, nothing but troubled brother but also the one who saved you without knowing anything about you. The night he brought you to the camp, Shane was against bringing you in. His actions were justifiable as no one knows anything about you or where you are from, but Daryl. He stands up for you, fighting with Shane even to keep you in the camp. With the pity of Lori you are able to stay in the camp till this day.

You help Carol cook food with the squirrels and other animals Daryl hunted for. Even though the Dixon brothers contribute much to the campsite, no one seems to like them. Their poor manners and etiquettes made them unlikeable. So, this led you to be the only one who brought food to the Dixon’s trailer. You knock on the door, hoping Daryl would show up so you could thank him. However, the other brother shows up. Merle Dixon, with a toothpick between his teeth and a nonchalant look on his face that tells you he’s nothing but trouble.

“So, what do we have here?” “I’m here to give your share for the day.” You said as you passed the stew bowl to him. “And I also want to thank Daryl for saving me.” “Ohh, you wanna see my baby brother?” He grins. “Well, it would be nice but he’s busy it’ fine.” You said nervously. “Nah, I bet he won’t mind at all, why don’t you come in? Daryl’s out hunting. You can wait right here till he comes back.” You were quite worried about the offer. You feel like walking into the trailer would be walking into a trap. “No, no thanks, I can just wait in the kitchen.” “Are you sure?” “Yea, yea, I’m sure.” You hurriedly run back to the camp’s kitchen.

Still feeling quite uncomfortable with the way Merle started at you. What you don’t know is the ill intentions that loom behind the eyes of Merle’s gray eyes.

Daryl walks back to the campsite, with squirrels and a rabbit. He gives it to Carol for her to cook and before he leaves, Carol pulls his arm.

“Daryl, I need to talk to you.” Daryl looked annoyed at first but seeing the concern in Carol's eyes, he decided to hear her out. “What is it?” “It’s about Merle.” “What did he do this time?” Daryl sounds unamused, it’s his brother’s nature to cause trouble. “I don’t like his intentions on Y/N. She told me, while you were out hunting, Merle invited her over. She thinks he’s just being nice, but you and I both know Merle ain’t nice to no one without expecting something back.” Carol looked dead in the eyes to Daryl, a glare that he had never seen. “What am I supposed to do about it?” “Just tell your brother to keep his dick in his pants.” Carol said as she continued aggressively chopping carrots.

Daryl walks back to the trailer almost stomping on the way. The slams the trailer door open, causing Merle to jump from his bed.

“Why the fuck you being so dam loud?” Daryl didn’t even bother answering his question. “I heard back from Carol what you did.” “What did I do this time??” “I’m talking about Y/N.” “Ohh, her. She came over while you were gone to give the stew. She said something about wanting to thank you. I was hoping she could thank you in another way.” He grins wide, making an inappropriate gesture. Daryl feels grossed out by the thought of it. No way he’s going to let that happen to you. “Fuck no, it ain’t happening. Not on my watch.” He slams his crossbow on the table. “What’s the matter little brother? You catching feelings for the new girl?” “What? No, I’m saying this because, Carol will cut your dick off if anything happens to Y/N.” “Nope, I think it’s more than that.” Merle stood up going face to face with Daryl. “Let me tell you somethin little brother. Girls like Y/N don’t go for runaways like us. They think they are too good for us. She may seem all sweet and nice now but at the end of the day, they all run into the arms of a richer, more noble man.” He said as he pats Daryl’s shoulder and went out of the trailer.

The words loom in Daryl’s head. There is some ounce of truth in what his brother had said. Girls like you don’t deserve to be with runaways like him. You don’t deserve to live in the world that he lives in. You deserve better.

(Thank you for reading my fan fiction and I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to heart the post if you enjoy so I could continue my future works. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀)

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What Would Your OC Sing At Karaoke Night? Tag | Tagged by @g0dspeeed <3

If your OC was at a karaoke night, what would be their go-to song? Would they even partake? Bonus points for a little story.

Okay, for ages I so had this idea how Sabrina would go full Kate Carver (Walker: Independence, gif under the cut) and do a little impression of John as a joke. @g0dspeeed's WIP Monday post and mention of Cappie's karaoke song so became a sign it's time to talk about this. Snippet below. I will probably do a separate post for Calahan and Mercedes one day. :D

All can be cured with a payment Yea, trust in the blind Faith in the hands of the faithless And beautiful lies You are one step away from annihilation! Ooh, do ya feel the heat? From below Send a sign to me, the next one’ll pay me in gold I don’t know how to lose I know that you think that I’m some kind of savior But I’m the broker of sin Just a coin for your wrongs, and I’ll cleanse ya Oh, what did you do? Yes your riches can purchase atonement Oh, what did you do? There’s a price to be paid and you owe it!

"Go out with me just once. Please.", Sabrina had asked with such hopeful expression John had found himself unable to say no to her idea to drag him out to the Spread Eagle. This is exactly where he had ended up few hours later: in front of the entrance to the bar, music and chatter spilling into the night air. "You have to give them a chance.", she said with conviction, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Deputy-", he mumbled, knowing full well things weren't about to go as smooth as she expected them to. "I mean it, John.", her voice became stern as she took hold of his hand and pushed the door open, dragging him inside. The second they stepped over the threshold, it was like the whole atmosphere of the bar shifted. The chatter died down significally and all eyes zeroed in on the two of them, yet Sabrina seemed oblivious to everyone's wary stares as she ran towards Hartley and enveloped him into a hug. Calahan kept his arms around her for longer than John could tolerate and had the audacity to wink at his narrowed gaze. "I will be damned, Gray. He actually came.", Hartley exclaimed as he finally let go of Sabrina and nodded in his direction in a greeting. A start. A hand hit the Deputy's back, "You owe me 50, Cal." "Les, don't tell me you bet on it.", there was a hint of warning in Sabrina's tone, but her eyes softening in Leslie's direction told a different story. "I bet for him and it was Calahan's idea. Blame him, Rina.", he shrugged as he sat back down in his seat. "Sit.", Sabrina whispered to John, then turned to her friends, "Everyone, play nice."

Calahan snorted at the same time Leslie shook his head. "Brin, nice isn't exactly my forte these days, but I'd try.", Mercedes finally spoke up, sending a smirk his way as John removed his jacket and sank into the chair next to hers, "Hello, brother… in-law. Guess some things never change, eh?" He was still getting used to her personality after she had shed her Mercy act. On the small stage, Sharky Boshaw was taking his turn at Karaoke night, clearly set on a mission to burst everyone's eardrums with Hurk Jr. as his back-up singer. "Wooohoo.", Harley cheered, raising his lighter in the air like he was at a concert not at shameless public torture. Not the kind I'd enjoy, too. "How uncomfortable are you on the scale of 1 to 10, brother?", Mercedes muttered before letting a laugh, "It's cute you're here, I'd give you that. Jacob would never. I tried." "I'm just peachy." "Liar.", she patted his shoulder, "A drink would help." "No." "Mer." "He's fine, Brin. I'm not going to eat him." An hour that felt like eternity to him passed where locals tried their hardest to do an impression of an America's Got Talent reject. "I'm up next, yo.", Hartley announced as he headed for the stage and blew a kiss towards Mary May who was manning the bar as usual, "This one is for a certain special someone. Not you, John." Laughter sounded all around them as the music started and he slipped into the song while Sabrina rested her head against John's shoulder and grabbed his hand, "We can go if it's too much…" "We're staying, Deputy.", his eyes found hers and a side of him wished they were back at the ranch, but he meant what he had said. "Okay. I'm off to the ladies room. Be right back.", she said and left after dropping a quick peck on his lips. By the time Hartley wrapped up his performance and came back to the table, she still hadn't returned, her absence making him worry. "Oh, this is going to be fuuuuuun.", Mercedes sing-songed and she leaned forward, the secretive expression on her face giving John a pause. Hartley nodded with a knowing smile and took a sip from his beer. John was about to get up and look for Sabrina when the lights in the bar went off for a beat as another song started. The second they came back on, he was staring at her on stage, wearing none other than his jacket as she bit her lip and looked in his direction. When did you even grab it, Deputy? People cheered when her melodic voice took over the room, her presence mesmerizing everyone, including him. In that moment, sitting through a whole hour of terrible singing and uncomfortable stares seemed all worth it. It took him a while to realize why she had chosen the song, by the time she got to the second verse and bridge, he had no doubt it was about him.

♫ I know that you think that I’m some kind of savior But I’m the broker of sin Just a coin for your wrongs, and I’ll cleanse ya Oh, what did you do? Yes your riches can purchase atonement Oh, what did you do?♫

She was wearing his jacket. Singing about sin. Successfully breaking the ice and acknowledging the elephant in the room so people can move on. "Now, that one is about you, chief.", Calahan uttered out and whistled as Sabrina's song came to an end. Clapping followed her as she returned to the table and plopped down into John's lap. "How angry did that make you?", she asked, kissing his cheek while her hands wrapped around his neck. "It didn't. It was a sight to behold." "Yeah?" "You look good in my jacket, what can I say?", his lips hovered over to hers, not quite touching. "Jesus, get a room.", Hartley fake-coughed, "You truly are a goner, Seed. I expected you to storm out, all broody. Not pass the test." "I'm drinking to that.", Mercedes raised her hand in a toast, "To unlikely company that ain't so bad after a few drinks." Seconds passed, where John expected nobody to join in, then Calahan clicked his bottle against her glass, prompting Leslie to do the same before Sabrina followed suit, too. "I'm next, people.", Mercedes declared as she strutted over to the stage, no doubt catching many eyes on her way. Good thing Jacob didn't come. John was certain the night would have ended differently, possibly in a fight instead of with Sabrina sitting in his lap, surrounded by friends for hours until the two of them emerged back out, ready to head home. "Drive safe.", Calahan called out before taking a drag of his cigarette and adding, "See you next Friday, Seed. You still owe me, so don't think of ditching us." "See… told you he's coming around.", Sabrina said, unable to hold back her smile, "Thank you for tonight." "Anything for you.", John retorted as she snuggled closer to him and he put an arm around her in attempts to keep her warm on their way to her father's Bronco.

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Payment: 15

A/n: mild violence

You watch him like a hawk. Sam is posted at the door, you’ve been scolded once for crawling onto Steve’s bed to sleep but you’d just glared at the woman until she’d left and gone back to sleep. The hospital clearly know that you and Steve are important people. As the CEO of Nomad Steve has been interviewed more than once and has been on some of the hottest men under 40 lists for a while.

Steve has been kept unconscious, something about wanting to make sure the smoke is cleared from his lungs before taking him off the ventilator.

You haven’t heard much from Bucky. Not a huge surprise, you did task him with finding who burned down your house.

“Please, my husband is in there! Just tell Queenie I’m here!” A familiar female voice cries and you slip off of Steve’s bed heading for the door. When you pull it open Bobbi let’s out a little relieved sob.

“It’s okay Sammy, this is Bobbi, Lance’s wife.” Bobbi wraps you in a tight hug. “Come on Bob. Let’s go in.” You bring her into the room and over to Lance, he hasn’t gained consciousness yet. Bobbi pulls a chair up to the side of his bed and takes one of his hands. You climb back into Steve’s bed and throw an arm over his waist.

Neither of you talk, you know she’s cried but you’ve had time to be sad. Now you’re just pissed.

A couple hours later Bucky calls. It takes you a second to register the noise of your phone from the sleep you’ve been in but once you do you snatch up your phone.

“Tell me.”

“We know who started the fire. We don’t know anything else.”

“Who?” You demand sitting up on the side of the bed. Bucky laughs humorlessly,

“Not a fuckin’ chance Queenie.”

“Excuse me?”

“You think I’m gonna give you a name and let you run off all pissed off and shit to take care of it yourself? Please. Steve is my brother, I probably know you as well as he does at this point.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“You wanna try me Queenie? He tells me things I don’t even wanna know.” When you don’t say anything he continues, “besides you said to bring them to you. So that’s what I’ll do.” Then, with the audacity of a man who has every ounce of his boss’ trust he hangs up.

“That fucking asshole.” You say in astonishment and Bobbi laughs softly, a welcome sound in the silent room.

“You get hung up on?”

“Yes!” She giggles again and you roll your eyes. “It’s a good thing he’s Steve’s right hand.”

“You’re his left?”

“No, I’m his queen.” You tell her.

“You’re happy with him?”

“Absolutely. More than I thought I could ever be.”

“Good.” You lapse back into silence, it’s nearly four in the morning when your phone rings again.

“Bucky.”

“I’m coming to pick you up.”

“Okay. Come up.”

“Yea, I’ll be there in ten.”

“I’ll be ready.” So you climb off of Steve’s bed and go into the private bathroom. You slick your hair back into a high ponytail and clean your face then put on some make up. You put your boots on and press a kiss to Steve’s cheek.

“If anything happens call me.” You tell Bobbi and she nods. “Anything.”

Bucky knocks on the door a few minutes later. He looks grim and when his gaze flicks to Steve on the bed you rest a hand on his arm.

“You want a minute?”

“No. I want to fuck up who did this.” He says and his cold blue eyed gaze meets yours.

“Yea. Let’s go.” You tell him and he escorts you out of the hospital and into Steve’s black car. “Where are we going?”

“The 107th.” You knew that Steve owned several clubs, this one you haven’t been to and judging by the outside of the building you know why.

“You’ve got them here?”

“Yea.” Bucky says pulling around back and into a covered parking space. He parks and pulls the door open for you then he guides you in front of him to the back door. When you stare at the key pad waiting for him to punch in the code he doesn’t move.

“Bucky, I don’t know the code.”

“Bet you do.” He says and you stare at the code then punch in Steve’s birthday. The light turns green and the door swings open.

The building is dark. You can tell that it’s well taken care of despite its decor.

“Down the hall, to the left, in the basement.” You follow his directions and when you reach the cold, empty room, you’re somewhat unsurprised to see Aida hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.

“Are you sure?” You ask Bucky, without taking your eyes off the furious brunette, she has a gag in her mouth and looks like she put up a fight. “Everyone okay?” You glance over at him.

“Yea.” He stands behind you with his arms folded over his chest. Then you turn your attention back to Aida.

“Look who’s playing mob queen now.” You sneer, Wanda looks furiously at Aida pulling the gag out of her mouth.

“That’s cute coming from you bitch.” Aida snaps and you punch her.

“Nice form Queenie.” Pietro seems impressed. Aida, much to her credit doesn’t make a sound, she does grimace and your knuckles hurt.

“Why did you start my home on fire?” You really, really don’t want to have to beat it out of her. You know you can, and you will, she could’ve killed you, Steve and Lance.

“Is that all you’ve got Princess?” She sneers and you sigh,

“Bucky. I’m going to need your shirt.” You tell him and he gives you a weird look before pulling his black tee shirt off and passing it to you. You pull it on over your dress then turn back to Aida. You walk up to her and say softly, “This will end better for you if you just tell me what I want to know. Besides, not telling me now is just going to make things, messy.” She glares at you and you hold a hand out to Wanda who passes you a knife. “Hmm, where should I start? I’m thinking that pretty face of yours. It’s really the only reason my father keeps you around anyway.” You muse and to her credit she stays quiet.

You don’t want to do this, you know you can but you don’t want to. This is never the life that you wanted.

It takes her less time to crack than you thought. Thank god. You don’t like the warm sticky blood that’s now dripping down Aida’s face. You’ve been careful to keep it off yourself but you haven’t been perfect in that attempt.

“He told me to get rid of you both!” She screams after yet another solid punch to her ribs. You’re fairly certain you’ve broken one of her ribs if not two.

“Who?” You need to hear her say it, to say his name.

“Your father.” She whimpers then her head drops down to her chest and her body goes slack.

“Well done Queenie.” Bucky says, you know that he didn’t think you had it in you to do this. But you won’t let your father take another person you love.

“Go get him. Do whatever you need to get him here. Take Pietro and Bruce.”

“You should involve Tony.”

“Fine. But my father is mine.” Bucky nods,

“I’m leaving Bruce here.” He tells you before leaving the room.

“Do you want me to do something with her?” Wanda asks gesturing at the unconscious woman hanging from her wrists.

“No.” It’ll piss your father off to see his little toy hanging from her wrists, “maybe stop the bleeding but don’t trust she won’t try shit.”

Wanda stops the bleeding but that’s all she does. Honestly, in your opinion it’s more than Aida deserves. You’re pacing the floor, trying to decide how you’re going to handle this when your father shows up. Your phone rings and when you see Bobbi’s name on your phone your heart stops.

“Bobbi.”

“It’s good news. They’re going to be able to take Steve off the ventilator.”

“And Lance?”

“No changes.”

“It was my father.”

“What?” She gasps, “what are you going to do?”

“Burn him to the ground.”

“Good.” You hang up with her then text Daisy. You know that she’s going to want to be in on Grant’s downfall, if father goes, so does Grant. You’re not leaving them a fucking thing to rebuild.

The moment Hydra came for the you and the men you love was the moment they chose death.

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