#but do i really want to fully commit to being dragged back into this mess?

[biohazard-inevitable]

Lost

The dragon and the fox S2P2!!!! Pardon this one is just a short scene but its funny as fuck and i had to write it

S2P1 here

Very beginning here

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Zayne remembered now why he hated government buildings so much. Of course he was stupid to insist to Winston that he cluld figure out his way to the cafeteria on his own, and yet somehow he had ended up on the roof of all places, still entirely clueless as to where the hell he was.

“Fuck. Gods if only this were a heist! Then I could just bust my way through walls until I got out.” He mumbled to himself before a slow, honey-sweet voice sent a startled jolt up his spine.

“Whats a little thing like yourself doin all the way up here? Thought only I had dibs on this little lookout.”

Zayne swiftly whipped around to face the sudden voice that had come from behind, his feet casually sliding into a firmer stance as he prepared to fight for his life if needed.

“Woah there pardner, didn’t mean to spook ya!” Chuckled the stranger as he stepped out of the shadows hands raised and a cigarette between his teeth.

The man wore a loose fitting flannel and a pair of worn jeans held up by a tacky belt with a buckle that read “BAMF” in all it’s clichéd glory. His face was ragged with stubble and his hair was a deep auburn, curling around his ears in bed-ridden waves. His eyes shone a deep sienna in the warm light of noon and a tattered red shawl fluttered in the breeze kicked up by the waves that slammed against the rocky cliffside gibraltar sat upon. He would be rather attractive if it werent for the smokey stench of tobacco and the hilariously cliché cowboy hat atop his head, or rather, his entire costume of an outfit.

“And who are you supposed to be?” Zayne scoffed, loosening his posture slightly but not dropping his guard. “Some hillbilly lost from their cheesy western movie?”

“I ain’t a hick like that.” The man chuckled softly as he removed the cigarette from his mouth. “Name’s Cassidy, Cole Cassidy.”

“That supposed to be a Bond reference?” The little ninja remarked snidely as he crossed his arms.

“Hey James Bond was an excellent action hero!” The cowboy snapped, a twinge of redness brightening his cheeks as he flubbed around, caught off fuard by the sass. “That’s besides the point though, who are you supposed to be then sugarcube?”

“Zayne Shimada, Overwatch’s newest recruit.” Zayne introduced with a small, prideful smirk.

“A Shimada huh?” Cassidy smirked as he continued his approach, looming over the shorter man. “Lil small to be a proper agent aint-“

Cassidy’s words were swiftly cut off into a high whine as Zayne’s fist went rocketing into his crotch with the speed of a viper-strike, bringing the cowboy down to his knees, tears sparkling in his eyes as a familiar shape rounded the corner of the rooftop.

“Ibotei! There you are,” Genji called as he approached the two boys. “I figured you got lost and- oh what happened here?”

“He called me small in a mean way.” Zayne shrugged as if he had done nothing wrong, which, in his mind, he didnt really.

“Uncle-“ Cassidy whimpered breathlessly as he glared up at Genji. “Fuck Gen- yer brother’s got one hell of an arm-“

“That he does! And I thought I taught you better than to pick a fight with a shimada when we sparred.” Genji laughed as he extended his hand to help the cowboy up.

“Didn’t know that extended to family!” Cassidy groaned as he was hoisted up by his teammate. “But damn! Taught me better for sure! Didn’t know such strength was hidden behind such smokin looks though-“

“Don’t make me hit you too.” Genji warned less than playfully as he gave Cassidy a light shove. “Though it has been a while since we last sparred, I’m glad you stuck around after all that happened.”

“Well, not like I had much of a choice as an active outlaw y’know.” The cowboy laughed dryly, dusting himself off. “Though from what I’ve been hearin, Zayne aint so innocent neither.”

“Did what I had to, and had a bit of fun along the way.”

“Aint that right?”

“Alright you two, enough ‘bonding’, I need to show my brother around the base, maybe have him meet less annoying people.” Genji teased with a firm jab to Cassidy’s ribs.

“Hey will y’all quit beatin on me already?” Cassidy chuckled, giving Genji a soft jab in response. “I don’t need to be beat any further to hell today.”

“Sure, sure.” Genji chuckled, the roll of his eyes implied from the shake of his head, though hidden behind his visor.

“Seriously though, its nice to have you back Genji. Even if you are way more talkative than back then.”

“A lot has changed since then, for example, I’ve got better jokes than your stupid puns now. Learned from some of the best around.”

“Well I for one can’t wait to hear em.”

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VII

*inhales aggressively* VESSEL CHAPTER!!!!!! FINALLY!!!! Reader has a talk with the boys about what exactly happened with the night's kissing incident, after so much time of him being a bit distant towards reader Vessel decides to let his softer side show, plus more moments with III because I'm in love with him and I can't help myself sorry not sorry hehe I can't wait to know what you all think of this chapter thank you all so much for all the wonderful comments. If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: discussion of boundaries, proposals of a polyamorous relationship (I tried my best to make it realistic but I, myself, am not polyamorous), fluffy stuff per usual. NOT PROOFREAD

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

Part VI - Part VIII

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The sight before you almost made you want to laugh. The four grown men that sat in various seats around your living room almost resembled a group of school kids waiting anxiously outside the principal's office. “I’m sorry.” III was the first of them to speak up.

“No, if anything I should be the one apologizing.” II quickly follows, both of them unable to even look in your direction.

“I’m not upset at either of you, I’m just… confused.” You respond softly.

“It started off as simple crushes; me, IV, III, Ves.” You noticed Vessel’s shoulder tense as he was dragged into this conversation as well. “We all think you’re beautiful-”

“And very sweet.” III adds on. You can’t help the subtle smile that finds its way to your lips at their compliments.

“We could tell things had gotten a little more serious between you and III so we all decided to back off. But, I can’t lie to you,” II chuckled, “I’m a very jealous man. So when someone tries to keep me from what I want I don’t typically respond the best.”

“And I don’t feel right asking you to commit solely to me when you clearly have feelings for II, as well.” III adds his piece. You found it odd, there was no anger in his voice at the thought of you with his friend. “I guess what we’re trying to say is, um…” he trails off, looking to II as he searches for the right words to say.

“How would you feel about dating all of us?” Vessel breaks the thick tension with his blunt question. You felt like all of the air had been punched from your lungs, your heart jumping into your throat as your head snapped in his direction.

“Vessel, you can’t phrase it like that!” IV groans from his spot on your couch, dropping his head into his hand.

“What? She's a big girl, you don't need to beat around the bush.”

“Dating… dating all of you?” You finally mutter after a few moments of shocked silence.

“Obviously only if you're comfortable with that.” III stands from his seat, slowly stepping closer to you. “You don't have to say yes to any of this. It doesn't matter if you want to date only me, or if you would be okay dating all of us. Hell, after dropping this on you, there's a chance you might not want to see any of us ever again.” You didn't miss the nervousness that laced its way into his laughter. III was genuinely scared that this was going to fully push you away. “But, it's about what you want, that's the important part.”

“And you're all okay with this?” You would be lying if you tried to say you didn't find the offer very appealing. Every member of the group that sat before you drew you to them in one way or another, they were definitely an attractive bunch to put it lightly; III with his subtle intensity, who was always making you laugh, II who would turn you into a flustered mess with his sweet words, IV who’s easily excitable nature and blind confidence when it came to complimenting you made your heart thrum in your chest, Vessel who lets his hand linger on your waist as he maneuvers around you doing restock days, who holds your gaze for perhaps a little longer than necessary when wishing you goodbye at night. But, could you really handle four relationships? 

“The way we see it, we’d rather share you with others who we know are going to take good care of you than to be forced to hold our tongues about how we feel about you.” II explains.

“I…” you trail off as you look between the four of them. “I need some time to think.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

“Of course.” Vessel responds. Without another word II, III, and IV stood, quietly said their goodbyes to you and left your apartment. Vessel hung back for a moment, waiting for III to fully shut the door behind him before breathing out a sigh. “I'm sorry that all of this happened the way it did. I kept telling them to wait to bring it up.” His gaze drops to you, who was silently fidgeting with your fingers as you leaned against the wall.

“I can always tell them to back off, love.”

“No, you don't have to do that.” You brush him off. “It's nothing to do with any of you, you're all incredible. It's just- it's me, that's what the problem is.” You tried to force a laugh to prove to Vessel that you were fine, his unchanging expression let you know immediately that he saw right through you. “You're all so wonderful, and the fact that you would be willing to make such a huge compromise.” You stare through the slits of his mask, believing you were meeting his eyes. “What if it's not worth it?”

You didn't have time to register what was happening before Vessel was in front of you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I know I might not be as… prominent with my acts of affection as the others.” He pulls back slightly, one large hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as your eyes instinctively rise to look at him. “But, considering II put things out in the open, I need you to know that I care for you viscerally.” The soft growl that found its way into his voice made your cheeks grow warm. “I don't want you to feel pressured into anything you don't want, but I need you to understand that there has not been a single moment since I met you that would make me think any of this wasn't worth it.” You blink slowly as a hand comes to rest on the top of your head, comfortingly patting the spot. “Would it be alright if I came and checked in tomorrow?” You nod, reluctantly letting your hands fall away from their position pressed against his chest as he stepped back, his warmth fading away with it.

“Goodnight, Ves.” Your voice cracked slightly as you tried to keep your overwhelming emotions in check.

“Goodnight love, rest well.”

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You watched the second hand on the clock tick, bringing you closer to when Vessel would usually make his nightly supply runs. You hadn’t managed to sleep at all the night prior, tossing and turning as you played through every scenario you could think of as you made your decision. At the sight of the familiar pick up truck rumbling into the lot you felt your heart race. “This is it.” You muttered out loud to the empty store. “No going back now.” He poked his head through the door before fully entering.

“You still open?” He offers you a playful smile.

“No, but for you I'll make an exception.” You giggle in response. He slowly steps inside and approaches the counter.

“How’d thinking on things go?” He rests his elbows on the counter, bringing him closer to face level with you.

You set a hand down on the counter, Vessel cautiously reaching out to take it in his own. He hesitates for a moment, his hand drawing back slightly as if he was preparing to pull away. His fingers were rough against the soft skin of your hand when he finally decided to take his, his thumb running languidly across the peaks and valleys of your knuckles as he waited patiently for your response. “I want to take things slow… but the thought of having all of you to myself is a little too good to pass up.” He breathes out a chuckle, flashing you a sharp smirk that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Is that so?” He mulls over how to respond to your statement for a moment. “How about I make us dinner and we can sit down and talk about how slow you want to take things, just so we can make sure everyone is on the same page.”

“You want to cook me dinner?” You shoot him a playful smile. “Is it going to be edible?” He bellows out a laugh in response.

“You're funny, you know I've been told I'm a wonderful cook.” He points an accusatory finger at you, standing up to collect what ingredients he needed from around the store. “Just you wait and see, this is going to be the best damn meal you've ever eaten.”

The whole thing was a bit strange in the best way. If he hasn't told you so directly you would've sworn that Vessel thought of you as little more than an acquaintance. But now, you were sitting on your kitchen counter, a glass of white wine swirling around in your hand, rolling your eyes playfully at all of Vessel’s terrible jokes as he made the two of you dinner. He asks you where you keep your plates, you easily reach into the cabinet behind you and produce a pair, holding them out to him with a soft smile. He carefully plates the pasta he made, penne with bacon and spinach and some type of cream sauce he had pulled together with odds and ends from your pantry. “It smells incredible.” He saunters in front of you, trapping you on the counter by placing a hand on either side of your waist.

“And here you were questioning my culinary skills.” He feigns a hurt tone before a soft chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Come on beautiful, let's go eat.” He pulls away from you, your body trailing after his warmth. You pad your way into the living room, Vessel close behind as he carries your plate for you. You sat close together on the couch, angling yourself to better face him. “So, define slow.” He jumps in immediately.

“Let me at least get a couple bites in.” Vessel can't help but smile at your teasing tone. “I just… I don’t know. This is all so different I don't think I can really tell you what going slow even means.”

“Well, I can assure you that all of us care a lot about how you feel during all of this.”

“And I know that.”

“I think you're worried about more than just taking things slow, love. What's on your mind?” The softness to his tone immediately lulled your anxious mind into a sense of safety.

“I'm worried about things developing quicker in certain relationships than others, I just don't want that to cause any of you to fight.” You absentmindedly twisted your fork around in your fingers, studying it as you tried to put into words what was racing through your mind.

“That might happen, but if it does it's alright. Unfortunately that's just something we have to deal with.” He chuckles. “There's no doubt in my mind that you would be more comfortable moving a bit quicker with III than you would with me, he started flirting with you from the start. We all know that you're in various stages of getting to know us, we're more than willing to give you time to figure all of that out.” Hearing him being so reassuring made the heaviness weighing in your chest lighten considerably. “Is there anything else I can do to ease that pretty little head of yours?” You slowly shake your head no before pausing. You looked at the man before you, swallowing thickly as you mulled over an idea. Vessel was an enigma to you even after months of knowing him. He was aloof, quiet, but the few rare instances he let part of his personality break through you could tell just how wonderful he could really be.

“Dance with me?” The question hung in the air for a moment before Vessel wordlessly rose to his feet.

“I will warn you, I'm not much of a dancer.” He chuckles, outstretching his hand for you to take. His palm was warm against your fingertips; the smudged edges of his paint were a stark contrast to the pale skin underneath.

“What a shame, neither am I.” You giggle in response before he pulls you to your feet. He looks around the room, making a small sound of affirmation to himself before pushing your coffee table out of the way to open up the space. You walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, clicking on your radio and letting the soft tune crackle to life. Vessel stood in the center of the room, hands shoved into his pockets as he waited for your return, a soft smile settling onto his lips.

“You look really beautiful today.” He says softly, one strong arm reaching out for you and wrapping around your waist when you were within reach. Your fingers intertwine with his, Vessel watching carefully as each delicate digit slotted between his own. Your cheeks grow warm as you timidly accept the compliment. You had never been this close to Vessel before, feeling the way his muscles tensed and shifted under the hand that rested on his shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. You were unable to tear your eyes away from him, the intricate detailing along the edge of his mask highlighting how wide and bright his smile was as he gazed down at your flustered form. The music you had turned on was non existent at this point, the only thing mattering at this point in time was Vessel finally allowing you the briefest glimpse inside his walls. You managed to trip over your own feet, yelping slightly as you stumbled into him. “Easy now, I got you.” He chuckles, helping to steady you on your feet. “If you're going to faint at least wait until I kiss you for the first time.” He jokes

“Already thinking about kissing me, huh?” You smile coyly

“It'd be hard not to with a pretty face like that.” You let out a flustered laugh, your eyes dropping to the floor. You jumped when there was a sudden knock on the door. You reluctantly pull out of Vessel’s grasp, his fingers trailing across your waist as he tries to remain connected to you until the last possible moment. You slowly open the door, not knowing who to expect on the other side so late. You froze when your eyes landed on III, who was nervously swaying his heels on the creaky wooden landing outside. The moment he realized you had answered he immediately began to ramble.

“I'm sorry, I know you said you needed time to think and I absolutely respect that. I just, I know we kissed, and if you decide you don't want to go through with this I don't want it to make things weird-”

“III.” His mouth snaps shut as you softly say his name. You look back into your living room, Vessel’s head rested in his hand, he seemed mildly annoyed to be interrupted. Not knowing how to respond, you simply pushed the door wide open, III’s attention immediately drawn to Vessel. “We were actually just talking about that.” His eyes widen slightly, his gaze switching between you and his friend.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-”

“I was just leaving, actually.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. You turn to face him as he walks up to you. He cradles your face in his hand, “tonight was wonderful, I hope we get to do this again soon.” He swipes his thumb across your cheek, leaving a thin black streak in its wake. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Ves.” You respond breathlessly. You turn to face III, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before reaching out and taking his hand, tugging him inside your apartment. His eyes stay locked on you as he follows you through the door, shutting it quietly behind him. “I really enjoyed, um… kissing you last night was really nice.” You let out a flustered laugh. “I don’t want you to worry that you made things weird.”

He chuckles, “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He stuffs his hand in his pockets, shifting his weight awkwardly. “I hope that talk you guys were having was a good one.”

“I think you’ll be very satisfied with the outcome.” You giggle. He gazes at you curiously, the usual playful sparkle back in his eyes when he realized he hadn’t scared you off.

“Is that so?” He saunters closer to you, his towering height and intense gaze threatening to make your knees buckle. “You let me know if any of this is moving too fast, okay?” He says sweetly, gently cupping your jaw.

“Okay.” You smile up at him. He trails his thumb over your bottom lip, his bright blue eyes darting around your features as he drank in the sight of you.

“You are simply gorgeous, love.” He whispers after a moment of silence.

“You flatter me too much.” Both hands slide around your waist, gently pulling you flush against him.

“I'm only telling my girl the truth.” He smiles. Your eyes flash up to meet his, the declaration of being his girl making your heart flutter in your chest. “Well, it seems like we have the night to ourselves. What would you like to do?” Wordlessly you take one of the hands that had settled against the curve of your hip, guiding him towards your couch. You threw on a movie, something mindless that you didn't need to pay attention to. Tonight was about spending time with III. No distractions, no hidden feelings, just you and someone who made you feel like a girl experiencing her first crush all over again. III takes you in his arms, laying back and pulling you on top of him in the process. One arm resting comfortably behind his head, the other slung over your waist as the two of you cuddled in a comfortable silence. “You know, I was really worried all of this would make you never speak to me again.” He speaks up after a while through a quiet chuckle.

“I was definitely a bit nervous about the idea, still kind of am if I'm being honest.” You laugh softly, absentmindedly tracing shapes against the soft material of his sweatshirt on his chest. “But, none of you have given me any reason not to trust you, so despite being nervous I feel like this is the right choice.”

“How you feel about this is very important to me, okay? If there's ever anything I can do for you love, just let me know.” He rubs his hand soothingly up and down your back, keeping you pressed close to him almost as if he was scared if he let you go you'd disappear. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night; you learned that III is more of a cat person than a dog person, his favorite color is red, and he would willingly disappear into the woods without a trace if it meant never folding laundry again. “It's such a dumb concept, I'm going to put the damn clothes on anyways. Why do they have to be folded and put away?” You hid your face against his shoulder, trying to hide the fact you had tears forming in your eyes from laughing so hard. You look up at him with a bright smile, the tangent dying in his throat as his eyes meet yours. He slowly sits himself up on his elbows, your body responding as it gradually slid into his lap. One of his hands pressed into the small of your back, keeping you held as close to him as possible, the other moving to cup your cheek.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you since last night.” You admit in a tone barely above a whisper.

“Trust me, I wasn't doing much better.” He chuckles, his gaze briefly flashing down to your lips. “Everything about you… everything about you is just so perfect, and for the life of me I can't figure out why you give me the time of day.”

“Because you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.” Your voice shook as you spoke, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears and you were nearly positive that III could hear it too.

“Because you are the only girl in the world for me.” He admits without a second thought. “I haven't been able to get last night out of my head. Of course I want to kiss you again, but this time I want to kiss you and mean it.” Trembling fingers rose to the edge of his mask, glancing up at him through your lashes asking for silent permission to raise his mask enough to kiss him. He nods, studying your nervous expression as you gently took the edge of the fabric and raised it to just below his nose. Your breath was snatched from your lungs as III crushed his lips against yours, your mind immediately swimming in the overwhelming sensation that was him. His lips subtly sweet as he eased your mouth open, his tongue carefully caressing yours, making sure to take things at a bear agonizing pace in order for you to be able to back away at any time. Your hands slid up his torso, III shivered under your delicate touch. You felt lightheaded as the kiss took over your senses; the euphoric feeling of his warm lips against yours, the deep, earthy smell of his cologne, his massive hand kneading at the softness of your hip. You both pulled away equally breathless, your hands coming up to his mask in order to readjust it into place before he had a chance to.

“I think you definitely meant it this time.” You giggle, your forehead falling to rest against his.

“There's going to be plenty more where that came from.” He winks playfully at you.

III decided to leave you for the night when you could barely keep your head up anymore. He scoops you up in his arms. You grumble in annoyance despite the fact you immediately begin to nuzzle your face against his chest. “Where are we going?” You ask through a yawn.

“I’m taking you to bed sweetheart, you need to rest.” He chuckles.

“-’m not tired.” You try to protest, your actions only make him laugh again before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Says the woman who can’t keep her eyes open.” You could hear his smile in his voice.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit softly.

“I know love, but you have a store to run, I’m afraid I’ve kept you up more than I already meant to.” He carefully maneuvers himself so he’s holding you in one arm, pulling back your blankets with his now free hand. He lays you gently into bed, his knuckles trailing across your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His head dips down, allowing you to share one more chaste kiss before he left you to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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[onepiece-writting-forest]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɢᴀɴɢ

Summary: Spending a girls night with you friends, quickly turns into a spontaneous party, with Law being dragged along reluctantly.

tags.: part of the strawhat gang + bonney being your friends, Franky and Robin are married and Luffy not understanding the concept of labor.

a.n.: I love letting Law suffer c:

>>[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]<<

“What do you mean they were together for a year?” Nami asked, raising an eyebrow as you sat behind her, fingers skillfully braiding her hair. She had been hounding you for some quality girl time lately, especially since you’d been too wrapped up in your new relationship…or whatever you wanted to call it. It felt like forever since you’d hung out with her or her flat mate Bonney.

You sighed, focusing on the steady rhythm of weaving Nami’s soft strands. Across from you, Bonney was lounging in an armchair, her face slathered with a green mask, chomping on crackers with the dedication of a pro athlete. She shot you a skeptical glance beneath her mask. “You at least stalked her, right?”

“She added me on Instagram already, no need,” you replied, still focused on braiding. Bonney’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, like you’d just admitted to committing the biggest faux pas. With a dramatic sigh, she grabbed her phone from the table beside her, unlocking it in one smooth motion.

“Girl, that’s rookie stuff. You gotta dig deeper. What’s her name again? Yuki something?”

“How is any of that gonna help me with this?” you groaned, feeling the heat of frustration rise in your chest.

Nami smirked as she painted her nails, not bothering to hide her amusement. “Oh, come on, don’t you want to know more about Law’s ex?”

“No!? Why would I?” you snapped, a little too quickly. The defensive tone in your voice only made Nami and Bonney exchange knowing glances before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, right,” Nami teased, the grin on her face widening. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all about the girl your Loverboy was with for a year?”

You groaned again, knowing full well they had you there. Bonney, meanwhile, was scrolling through her phone with an expression that was far too mischievous for your liking. She definitely found something.

“Well,” she said slowly, her tone all too playful, “if you’re really not interested, I guess I won’t show you this adorable old pic of her and Law…”

Your hands froze mid-braid. Curiosity flared up like a warning bell, but you tried to play it cool. Bonney was definitely baiting you. But before you could decide what to do, Nami was already sliding off the couch, careful not to mess up her freshly painted nails. “Oh, Let me see!”

You watched as they giggled together, huddling over Bonney’s phone. The temptation gnawed at you, dragging you deeper into the spiral.

“…okay fuck it, show me,” you muttered, standing up and leaning over the back of the armchair to get a peek too, curiosity getting the better of you.

On Bonney’s screen was a cozy group photo, probably from a Christmas gathering. The usual holiday clichés were all there — tacky sweaters, a fireplace, Rosinante in the center, grinning like an absolute goofball, surrounded by two people you guessed were Law’s parents. You smiled despite yourself. But it faded when your gaze found Law, standing off to the side, his face its usual stoic mask. Next to him, unmistakably, was Yuki.

Your heart dropped suddenly.

Sure, you knew it was from his past, but something about seeing them together, in such a personal setting, hit you harder than you’d expected. It felt like peeking into a part of his life that was still off-limits to you.

Before you could fully process the flood of emotions, Bonney scrolled to another picture on Yukis Facebook, obviously not being used for ages. This time, it was just Law and Yuki, standing under a snowfall. They weren’t posing for the camera but caught in a candid moment, smiling at each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

That one hurt.

“Wow, how petty do you have to be to keep that stuff?” Nami mused, waving her hands to dry her nails faster. Bonney nodded, tossing another cracker into her mouth, treating it all like juicy gossip.

Their casual comments snapped you out of your daze. They were right — this was all in the past. Ancient history. You were the one dating Law now, and from what he’d told you, Yuki was nothing more than a chapter long closed.

Still, the pictures gnawed at you. Was it jealousy? Or just the realization that Law had once shared parts of himself with someone else, in ways you hadn’t yet?

“You okay?” Bonney asked, her teasing tone now replaced with concern. Her eyes studied your face, searching for a crack.

“Yeah,” you lied, trying to shake off the unease. “It’s just… weird, you know?”

“I get it,” Nami chimed in, her voice softer now, more understanding. “But that’s all it is — the past. And you’ve got the hot emo boy now.” She winked, throwing you one of her playful smiles that made you chuckle despite yourself.

“Besides, she’s ugly,” Bonney added with a smirk, tossing her phone onto the table. “And you know, insane.”  Yea you couldn’t deny that. Especially after what Yuki had pulled on you.

Bonney stood up, feeling like switching the topic now after seeing how you your mood had dropped, heading toward the kitchen. She didn’t indent to sadden you after all. It was supposed to be a fun girls night. You should relax and have fun, not cry over a relationship that is long over.

Moments later, you heard the clinking of bottles, and soon enough, she returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. “Let’s drink on that crazy bitch.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Nami laughed, extending her hands carefully so as not to ruin her nails.

You joined in, shaking off the last of your lingering doubts. This wasn’t supposed to be a night for wallowing in jealousy over Yuki. Fuck her anyway.

As the three of you clinked glasses, the weight in your chest finally lightened. You pulled up your legs on the couch and relaxed again. The cheap wine and the support from your friends really were what you needed right now. You took a sip, savoring the slight burn and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“So, what’s the real deal with him?” Nami asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she leaned back next to you on the couch. “I mean, brooding bad boy, kind of a mystery. Are we talking about some serious feelings here?”

You felt your face flush at the question. Leave it to Nami to cut straight to the point. “I don’t know,” you admitted, swirling your wine glass a little. “I like him. A lot. But it’s… complicated.”

Bonney raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip of her wine before chiming in. “It’s always complicated with guys like him. Let me guess, he's got that whole ‘tragic backstory’ thing going on?” She said it with a smirk, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

You laughed softly. “I have no idea.” You really didn't, barley knowing anything about his past, beside his Ex. Law's tempo at revealing sensitive topics to you were slow, even Yuki was only mentioned after what had happened.

Nami teased, raising her glass to her lips. “Because it sounds like you're still figuring him out.”

“Maybe,” you said, leaning back into the couch. “He just doesn’t talk much about his past, or his family...or anything personal.”

Nami and Bonney exchanged glances, and Bonney let out a dramatic sigh. “Girl, just don’t let him pull you into some dark mess without a lifeline. I swear, guys like him can be a black hole of emotional baggage.”

“Bonney’s right,” Nami said, giving a playful nudge with her foot. “You need to protect yourself too. But, if you think it’s worth it, we’ve got your back.”

You smiled, appreciating their concern. “Thanks. I mean it.”

Bonney, ever the practical one, stood up, stretching lazily as she glanced toward the window where the sun had long since set. “Alright, enough with the heavy stuff. We’re supposed to be relaxing! How about we find something trashy to watch and finish off this wine?”

And so you did, the bottle emptied quicker than any of you expected, and before you knew it, Bonney had already popped open another one. The mood had shifted into something light and easy, with laughter filling the room, nonsensical conversations flowing freely, fueled by the sweet, warm buzz of alcohol. The filter that usually kept things polite was long gone.

“Y/N, you gotta tell me something…” Nami leaned in closer, her cheeks flushed from the wine, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Is he good?”

“Good at wha’?” you replied, blinking in confusion.

Bonney groaned, rolling her eyes and helpfully making a rather crude hand gesture to spell it out. “You know.”

You snorted, trying to keep your composure but feeling the heat rise to your face. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sudden shift in conversation. “Oh my god.”

Nami was relentless though, scooting even closer, her eyes twinkling with playful intent. “Come onnn, spill! He has to be. You know what they say about tall guys…”

Bonney waved a hand dismissively. “Pfft, doesn’t mean any tall guy knows how to actually use it. Trust me, been there done that.”

“Don’t distract her, Bonney!” Nami scolded with mock seriousness, her focus laser-sharp. “I need to know, Y/N. And don’t worry, I’ll keep it to myself.” She shot you a look that made it clear she absolutely would not, but the alcohol in your system made you feel less guarded, and you found yourself grinning.

“I mean…”

“I need details!”

“I’m not giving you details!” you laughed, cheeks burning as you covered your face.

“Okay, fine,” Nami said, settling into her seat as if ready for a formal interrogation. “Just answer me with a yes or no. That’s fair, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but play along. “Okay, fine.”

She gave you a mock-serious look. “He a top?”

“Yah, obviously.”

Bonney burst out laughing, nearly spilling her wine. “What do you mean obviously?!” she cackled, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Nami waved her hand, shushing Bonney dramatically. “Okay, okay. Next question.” She paused for effect, leaning in like it was a life-or-death matter. “Is heeee… making sure you finish?”

“Sure.”

“Always?”

You hesitated for a split second before smirking. “Yup.”

Both Nami and Bonney exploded with laughter, raising their glasses in triumph. “Nice!” they shouted in unison, clinking their glasses together with a high-five, clearly way too pleased with the answer.

“Why are you two more excited about this than me?” you laughed, the weight of earlier worries completely gone.

“We’re living vicariously through you!” Nami teased, taking another sip of her wine. “Besides, it’s not every day we get juicy intel on a mysterious bad boy.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as the conversation drifted back to more ridiculous topics. The laughter, the teasing, the shared warmth of friendship — it was exactly what you needed. Whatever stress and insecurity had been gnawing at you earlier had been drowned in wine in the good time you were savoring. Right now, you were just grateful for your friends.

While you had your well-deserved girl’s night, Law was already on his way to pick you up, something you'd asked him to do earlier when you knew the night with your friends would go late and include a little too much wine. He walked up the stairs, playing with his keys absentmindedly, making them spin around his finger. Soon he found the right apartment by the sound of your laughter echoing through the hallway, along with music blasting in the background.

Just as he reached out to ring the bell, footsteps approached from behind. Turning slightly, Law saw a green-haired guy walking up to him with the same deadpan expression he usually wore. They locked eyes for a moment, the air thick with silence until the guy spoke up.

"And you are?" the stranger asked, clearly heading to the same apartment.

Law raised an eyebrow, a bit annoyed at the intrusion. "Picking someone up. You?"

"Alcohol.”

Law’s confusion deepened. What was this guy talking about?

Zoro, Bonney and Nami’s upstairs neighbor, never passed up the opportunity for free drinks. They were good friends, and he was bored enough to drop by whenever things got rowdy.

"Right..." Law said slowly, frowning as he turned to finally ring the bell, only to find the green-haired guy standing next to him like it was no big deal. Great.

A few moments later, the door flew open, revealing Bonney, now holding an entire bottle of wine instead of a glass. She blinked in surprise at the sight of two men standing at the door, then a mischievous grin spread across her face as she locked eyes with Law.

"Hey, Y/N! Your boy toy is here!" Bonney called out, her voice loud enough to carry inside.

Law's eyes widened, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He already regretted agreeing to come.

Nami appeared next, her curiosity piqued. She peeked out the door to get a look at this Lover of yours, but the moment she spotted Zoro, her expression shifted dramatically. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Free booze," Zoro replied with a casual shrug, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants like this was an everyday occurrence.

Nami groaned, clearly annoyed. "You gotta to stop mooching off us every time you hear wine bottles open. I swear, you owe me for every beer you’ve emptied." She tugged Zoro inside by the sleeve, muttering about making him pay her back later. He stepped inside with a satisfied grin, more than happy to partake in the free drinks.

Meanwhile, Law stood awkwardly in the doorway, observing the chaotic interaction. He felt like he’d just walked into a sitcom, unsure of what to do or say. Bonney’s eyes gleamed as she took him in, her mind clearly wandering to the things you’d revealed earlier about your sex life. The way Bonney stared a bit too long at his crotch made Law clearly uneasy. Especially with that grin of hers...was that how women felt?

"Is...Y/N coming?" Law asked, hoping to speed things along and escape the situation with you as quick as possible.

Bonney leaned casually against the doorframe, still holding her bottle of wine, an amused smirk on her lips. "I think she’s busy looking for the corkscrew... but you should totally come in and join us!" Her grin widened as she grabbed his arm, ignoring his attempts to protest.

“Wait—” Law began, but it was already too late. Bonney had pulled him inside with a strength that surely surprised him, as the door clicked shut.

You finally emerged from the kitchen, holding the corkscrew in one hand and a fresh bottle of wine in the other. When you spotted Law looking a bit out of place in the middle of your girls’ night, you had to chuckle a bit.

Zoro being already sprawled on the couch like he lived there rent free didn't seem to faze you.

“Oh, Law!” you beamed, walking over to greet him, blissfully unaware of the minor chaos swirling around him. With the alcohol warming your system, you impulsively stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, catching him completely off guard. His chest fluttered, though he tried to ignore the sensation. “Didn’t expect you so soon.”

“It’s past midnight,” he replied dryly, raising an eyebrow but failing to hide his slight surprise. The casual peck had thrown him off more than he cared to admit.

"Can we stay a little longer, please?" You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, the same look a child give their parents when begging to stay out late with friends. Law, ever the night owl, didn’t particularly mind, though the thought of spending even more time in the middle of this lively scene made him want to run for the door.

“I can pick you up later,” he offered, thinking you might take him up on it. Yet luck didn't seem to be on his side today.

“Nooo, you’ve gotta stay! C'mon!” you chuckled, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the living room before he could even process a proper response. He opened his mouth to protest, then quickly closed it, realizing he didn’t really have much of a choice. With a resigned sigh, he slumped down onto the couch next to Zoro, who was already sipping on his drink.

Zoro lifted his bottle and gave Law a questioning look. “Mh?”

Law stared at him for a moment, then sighed again. What kind of ape communication was this.

“Sure, whatever.”

Grinning, Zoro popped open another bottle and handed it to Law. They clinked their bottles together, though Zoro took an impressively large gulp, like he hadn’t had a drink in days. Law, glancing at him from the side, took a much smaller sip, eyeing the other man’s easygoing nature with mild confusion.

You returned with a freshly filled glass of wine, plopping down on the armrest next to Law, clearly pleased that he’d agreed to stay. Even though you forced him. Literally.

However, his discomfort kept getting worse, as the doorbell rang again continuously, signaling the arrival of even more people. The once quiet hangout was quickly turning into a full-blown party, something Law hadn’t remotely anticipated. First, a tall, elegant woman walked in, introducing herself as Robin, followed by her boisterous and overly enthusiastic husband, Franky, who instantly made his presence known with his loud voice and equally loud personality.

Then came a duo of chaos in the form of Luffy and Usopp, both bursting through the door with enough energy to fill the room three times over. Luffy immediately darted toward the snacks, while Usopp settled down on the floor comfortably, since the couch was already crowded.

Law, by now, had sunk even further into the couch, clutching his beer bottle like it was some sort of lifeline. He wasn’t one for big crowds, especially not when surrounded by people he barely knew. His eyes flicked around the room, trying to find something—anything—to anchor himself amidst the growing chaos.

Zoro, completely unfazed, leaned back casually, like he was used to this kind of scene. “Not a fan of big crowds, huh?”

Law shook his head, taking a small sip of his beer. “No, not really.”

Zoro grinned and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, man. This is just getting started.”

As the room filled up with more people and the noise level rose, you noticed Law’s discomfort. Walking over to him, you leaned down with a soft smile. “You okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, though you could tell he was far from comfortable.

You chuckled, brushing your fingers lightly across his arm. “You’ll survive. Promise.”

Law sighed, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. You always had a way of calming him down, even when everything around him was spiraling into chaos. At least he wasn’t completely on his own—

“Let’s play karaoke!”

"Oh, yes!" you practically squealed, leaping up from the armrest with a burst of energy. Without hesitation, you dashed over to help Bonney set up the console, your hands flying over the controls as you excitedly plugged in the microphones for a round of Let's Sing.

Law blinked, watching you leave him alone and dash to the game with that enthusiasm of yours. He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. Yep. He was on his own for this one.

As the singing began—not that Law would even call it singing—he sat there, watching you laugh and belt out lyrics with your friends. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing you so happy with your friends was... nice. The buzz of conversation and laughter filled the room, but Law was content to observe from the sidelines.

Thankfully, Zoro wasn’t all that eager to join in either, providing Law with some much-needed silent company as the he nursed his drink. However, Zoro had also downed more than enough beer for the night. Without a word, he stood up and ambled toward the bathroom, leaving the spot beside Law empty. Law sighed, sliding further into the seat, hoping to stay out of the growing mayhem.

But of course, his peace was short-lived.

"Hey! You Y/N’s boyfriend?"

Oh god, no. Please.

Franky, all loud enthusiasm and booming presence, plopped down beside him, making Law almost jump from his seat. Among the group, Franky was arguably the loudest—but it was a tight race. Everyone besides Zoro and Robin seemed to have a default volume setting that hovered somewhere between “obnoxious” and “headache-inducing.”

Law shot Franky a grumpy side-eye, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"We're not together."

Franky looked genuinely perplexed, glancing between you and Law like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "What, you ain't?" He scratched his chin, then broke into a grin. "Ah, I see. Not official yet, huh? Haha, yeah, I get that. You know how long it took me to convince my lady to be mine? Two years! But look where we are now!" His laughter boomed across the room, drawing a wince from Law, who massaged his temples in an effort to stave off the growing headache.

"Aha," Law muttered, clearly uninterested, but Franky wasn’t bothered.

"So how long you been seeing each other then?" Franky leaned in, undeterred by Law’s obvious reluctance to chat. His curiosity was boundless, and his energy relentless. "C'mon, you can tell me. Y/N’s like a lill' sister to me. I gotta make sure she's doin' alright, y'know?"

Law exhaled, feeling the weight of the conversation shift. Franky wasn’t going to drop this, was he? As annoying as the guy could be, there was something sincere about the way he cared for you. Maybe Law should make more of an effort. After all, you had meshed well with his group, even handling Shachi and Penguin's relentless teasing and matching Rosinante’s high-energy friendliness. If he was serious about you—and he was—maybe it wouldn’t hurt to connect more with your friends.

"Few months, I guess," Law finally muttered, sounding almost disinterested. But Franky wasn’t buying it.

"Few months, huh?"

Law sighed, giving in with a little more honesty. "Eight and a half weeks, give or take."

Franky’s grin widened. "Now we're talkin'! I knew you had the details. That’s good, man. Real good." He clapped Law on the back with enough force to nearly knock him forward. "You’re a lucky guy, y’know that? Y/N’s special."

Law nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to you as you yelled into your microphone with your friends, completely oblivious to the conversation happening on the sidelines. Yeah. He knew exactly how special you were. And for the first time in a long while, he found himself willing to let someone in—despite everything he'd been through. Even if he didn't said it openly, the seriousness of his feelings for you was undeniable.

He just wasn’t ready to share all that with the world quite yet…

As the next song blared through the speakers and the room erupted into more chaotic laughter, Law felt his patience wearing thin. The noise, the energy—it was all a bit too much for him. He scanned the room, watching you sing with your friends, your carefree joy almost contagious. Almost.

But Law had reached his limit for the night.

Silently, he stood up from the couch and slipped past Franky, making his way toward the door leading to the small balcony. He needed air, desperately. As he stepped out, the cool night breeze hit his face, soothing the tension that had been building in his temples.

He exhaled slowly, leaning against the balcony, gazing out on the night life on the streets below him. For a moment, he let the peaceful stillness wash over him.

The door behind him creaked open, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was you. Your presence was always unmistakable to him.

"Running away?" you teased lightly as you approached, your voice soft in contrast to the lively noise spilling out from the room behind you.

"Needed a break," Law muttered, not taking his eyes off the street. "Your friends are... a lot."

You laughed softly, coming to stand beside him, letting your shoulder touch his. "Yeah, I guess they can be. But you will get used to it.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at you. "I tolerate it. For your sake."

"Right, sure," you said, rolling your eyes but smiling as you did. The soft moonlight highlighted your features, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The noise from inside was still faintly audible, but out here, it felt like a different world.

"You didn’t have to follow me," Law said after a while, his voice quieter now. “You can go and enjoy “singing” with the others.”

"I wanted to," you replied simply, still gazing at the sky. "Just checking if you’re doing okay."

He huffed, but there was no bite to it. “I’m fine on my own.”

“Yeah,” you said with a gentle smile, your eyes meeting his. “But you don’t always have to be.”

Law didn’t respond right away. He stared out, the familiar tension in his chest loosening just a little. You had a way of making things feel… easier. Less complicated. Even when you weren’t saying much, just standing there with him, it felt like enough.

 “I don’t expect you to suddenly become best friends with everyone. But... you’re part of this now. Part of my world.” You smiled a bit drunk, your voice warm. “And I’m really glad you are.”

Law turned his head slightly, looking at you for a long moment. His expression softened in a way it rarely did around others. There was a weight to your words that he couldn’t ignore.

“I’m glad too,” he murmured, almost as if admitting it to himself.

You beamed at him, reaching out to take his hand, your fingers brushing his. He hesitated for a second before gently locking fingers together, the small gesture grounding him in the moment. You both stood there in comfortable silence, the distant sound of your friends' laughter fading into the background.

“Think you’re ready to head back in?” you asked after a while, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Law let out a small, amused huff. “Not yet.”

You laughed softly, slightly leaning against him, while Law really appreciated you checking up on him, even if he seemed repelled at first. Sometimes he wondered how well you could read him, tell what he actually needed. Franky was right, you truly were someone special...

But your peaceful moment was quickly shattered—private time wasn’t exactly a concept the gang understood. The balcony door burst open, and in came Luffy, practically bouncing on his feet. Somehow, despite being the only one who hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, he had more energy than everyone combined.

"Ah, fresh air!" he exclaimed, stretching his arms out wide.

Law groaned inwardly, letting his head hang for a moment. He should’ve known.

Before either of you could react, Luffy squeezed himself between the two of you, casually breaking the connection of your hand in Law’s. He leaned over the railing, staring down at the quiet street with a big grin plastered on his face, completely oblivious to the mood he had just bulldozed through.

Law’s eyebrow twitched dangerously, his patient running low. How dense can one person be?

"Hey, Luis—"

"My name is Law," he corrected flatly, already regretting it because—

"Anyway!" Luffy completely ignored the correction, plowing forward without missing a beat. He grinned brightly at you both, clearly unfazed by Law’s deadpan look. "We have this weekly movie night on Mondays. You should totally come and join us!"

"Pass," Law replied immediately, his voice clipped. "I’m busy during the week."

"Luffy, Law works," you chimed in with a chuckle, clearly amused by how little the concept of schedules seemed to exist in Luffy’s mind.

Luffy blinked, staring blankly as if the notion of work baffled him. “Can you... maybe not work?” he asked, tilting his head in that curious, innocent way of his, now casually picking at his nose as if the problem of work hours was one that could be solved by sheer willpower.

Law stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Did he just—

You were already laughing at the sheer absurdity of the exchange.

Luffy, unfazed by Law’s irritated silence, kept going. “Fine! How about Taco Tuesday then? I know you gotta be free for tacos!” His grin stretched ear to ear, as if he’d just come up with the most foolproof plan in the world.

Law groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I also work on Tuesday.”

“All day long?” Luffy asked, his expression serious, as if the thought of someone working all day was inconceivable to him. "That’s gotta be, like, illegal, right?"

You were practically doubled over in laughter at this point. Watching Luffy try to integrate Law into your friend group was like watching someone try to fit a square peg into a round hole—both characters were complete opposites, and it was hilarious to witness.

It wasn’t that Law didn’t want to make an effort. It was just... Luffy.

Sensing Law’s frustration, you stepped in to smooth things over. “Maybe we can arrange something, Luffy. On weekend instead?” you suggested, smiling at your overly enthusiastic friend.

Luffy’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Awesome! That’s even better! Saturday or Sunday works. Or both! Oh, wait—what about Friday night? We could have burgers and movies!”

You shot a glance at Law, who was now staring out at the street again with a blank, resigned look on his face. He wasn’t saying anything, but you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head.

“Luffy, let’s… take it one step at a time, alright?” you said gently, still laughing as you patted his shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.”

Luffy’s grin somehow got even bigger. “Sweet! You guys are gonna love movie night. We always watch the best stuff. I mean, sometimes it’s just old kung fu movies or stuff with explosions, but who doesn’t love explosions, right?”

Law muttered something under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear, but you knew he was nearing his limit.

“Luffy, maybe you should head back inside and check on the others,” you suggested, trying to throw Law a lifeline. “I think Usopp and Franky are starting another game.”

Luffy’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot about that!” He turned on his heel, already halfway back to the door. “I’ll save you a spot for the next round!” he called over his shoulder, leaving just as quickly as he’d appeared.

The moment the door closed behind him, Law let out the deepest sigh of his life. “How do you deal with that?”

You grinned, slipping your hand back into his. “They mean well.”

Law let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Still exhausting.”

After the cold air had finally cooled you down enough to want to head back inside, Law followed close behind, settling into his usual spot on the couch. To his surprise, Zoro was back in his own seat as well, nursing yet another bottle of beer. Law couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. How many of those had he already gone through? He started to seriously wonder Zoro’s relationship to alcohol.

As Law moved his empty bottle aside and sat down, Zoro glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Mh?” he asked yet again, holding up his beer as if offering to grab another.

“Nah, pass. Gotta drive still,” Law replied, his tone flat.

Zoro gave a brief nod, content to let the silence settle back in. It wasn’t awkward, though—just two people comfortable in their own quiet. That was something Law appreciated about Zoro at least; he wasn’t one to fill the air with unnecessary chatter.

After a few minutes however, Zoro broke the silence. Clearly aware that Law was quite uncomfortable still. “You’ll get used to it. Don’t worry.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “Do I have to?” His voice carried the same uninterested energy as Zoro’s, though there was a hint of dry humor beneath the surface.

Zoro took a slow sip of his beer, then looked at Law with a lazy but knowing smirk. “Yup. Too late now.”

Law sighed, leaning back into the couch, his arms crossed as he stared at the chaotic scene unfolding around them—Luffy still bouncing off the walls, Usopp and Franky laughing hysterically at whatever ridiculous antics they were up to, and you, blending in perfectly with the madness, laughing and teasing Bonney as she tried to argue about the best way to combine pizza with pasta.

Law leaned back, feeling a strange sense of acceptance. He wasn’t entirely sure if he’d ever fully get used to this kind of madness, but looking around at your friends, and back at you, he started to think that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t mind trying for you.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Gumi Pop

Yan Candy Twins + G.N Reader

[Vaguely implied cannibalism, but they aren't human so it's up to interpretation]

"Cherry orrrrr blue raspberry? Neither really match with what I'm wearing, but they're pretty popular and I live to impress."

The soil is nice this time of year.

"Oh, oh! What about grape?... Mm, nah - Dunno if they changed the recipe, but the flavouring tastes like cough syrup now."

Moist and wet - the perfect place to hide... Let the worms and other nature forces find use for this sticky shell.

"Lemon is good.. but it feels too formal for a first date."

How could there be another place for him? How could you possibly love them after all he's done?

"Strawberry is another fan favorite as well as mine. Dress for the job you want as they say.... Gigi, I swear if you're doing that self deprecating monologue shit again I won't let you pick their locks like we planned."

The man immediately dries his eyes - a red smear ran across his translucent cheek as his sleeve covers his face. "Sorry, Lollie. It's just....we we've gotten so close to meeting them and I messed things up with my... accident."

Hopping off the roof of the car they arrived in, the woman pulls her brother into a hug - relieving him of the shovel in his hands. "Don't sweat it. Mistakes happen, and as soon as Y/n gets a taste of us it'll all be a thing of the past."

Giggling to herself, she pinches his cheek and plants the tool in the fresh mound of dirt - dumping the disturbed earth over the frozen face below. The pile lands center to his chest, soil and small pebbles filing the three, cylindrical holes punched right below his ribs. They'd be the first to claim his death was accidental. Readying a gift for the one they admired most in the human world, twins stopped by a convenience store a block away from your home to pick up the remaining products on their list. There really was no simple way to ease you into the idea of two sentient beings made of candy stalking you for years to learn the ins and outs of human society and falling madly in love with you along the way - but a gift basket was a start.

While Lolotte was gathering butcher knives and cards, her dear brother was in the back making himself presentable for the big meet. Unlike his siblings glossy shine and hard shell, poor Gumi was completely see through from a certain angle all the way down to his sugary skeleton. He was fortunate enough to not have any organs besides a heart, but for any unsuspecting person his appearance may still cause a fright and he didn't want to scare you away at first sight.

Gumi wanted to be cute and cuddly, just like the animal and snack his name derived from. Taking references from both, Gumi stitched together his own costume. It was really just a plush sweater with some ears and a tail sewed on, but the cute factor was high. He also fashioned a pair of paws out of his own bones and some gloves. The outfit was so adorable he couldn't help but put on a little show for himself in the mirror. Looking like a character right out of a picture book, Gumi took the liberty of acting like one as well. No way you could reject something so cute - right? Haha.. Haha.. ah..

Shit.

Turns out - mimicking bear noises in a store a location were they were apparently common wasn't such a good idea. Startled, the on staff clerk went to check out the noise fully unprepared for what he found. Equally as terrified, Gumi committed to the only logical course of action and slashed at the man before fleeing the scene. In another twist of events, solidified sugar was a lot harder and sharper than he thought and the cashier was dead by the time he had dragged his sister back to the scene of the crime. Without skipping a beat, Lolotte loaded up their items and the corpse into the trunk of his car for a quick drop off before they headed your way. The death count could've been a million times the size, and it still wouldn't have gotten in the way of her plans to make you theirs.

Gumi checks the time on his new phone. "It's getting late. We should hurry.. Plus the smell is getting to me."

"Not to worry, brother of mine." Lolotte fishes a knife out of her inner pocket and throws it in his direction. "I'll finish things up here while you go cut out your heart so we can finally wrap up Y/n's basket. You should be patched up and healed by the time I'm done, right?"

"Think so.... Thank you, Lollie." Clutching the knife to his chest, Gumi grins so hard his cheeks feel like they've spilt. "I'm so excited to finally meet them!"

He turns to the car - a sharp whistle preventing him from going far."

"Before you go, why don't you give me a preview of what you were doing in the bathroom?"

Wiping the newfound annoyance and former grief from his face, Gumi raises his wrists and bares his teeth - claws forever stained and a few missing their talon still buried in the organs of the man laud to an untimely rest as their feet. He quickly lifts his hood over his head as he puffs his chest.

"Rawr."

Sporting a grin of her own, Lolotte chuckles. "Oh, they are going to eat us alive."

[silverusso]

Not people saying that Mike is sooo much worse than Johnny and Chozen...like yeah he was more extreme maybe but have they even watched Karate Kid 1 and 2???

At least Mike apologized RIGHT AWAY to Daniel after seeing him again!

Some poeple just inexplicably hate him for the same things they like or at least excuse the other characters for. Like I say this as a Silver fan myself, but how are you gonna simp for Terry and hate Mike? Specifically for the things he was literally hired by Terry to do, no less. Make it make sense. And before anyone wants to twist my words, I'm not saying that liking Terry or Johnny or Chozen or whoever else means you have to like Mike. No. Hate him to your hearts content. But be consistent. If you're gonna trash Mike, keep the same energy for everyone else or stfu about it maybe.

I've seen people having mental breakdowns over this FICTIONAL man and what he's supposedly going to do, when the season hasn't even dropped yet. I've seen people say he has no redeeming qualities, when he was the only normal, well adjusted adult who actually moved on with his life and wanted to stay out of the this whole mess. He was forcibly dragged back into it. He even says in the teaser "you came to me" which just proves he was STILL just minding his own business and was yet again pulled back in. Like this man's whole story arc started with him being flown in by Terry and paid to stalk Daniel, or he never would have had anything to do with him or the Valley at all. Mans was out in the sticks for all we know. Compare that to everyone else who took one look at Daniel and basically decided on the spot that they wanted to commit violent homicide.

And if we analyze Mike in kk3 further (despite the fact he was supposed to be "the worst" by virtue of being the last) in practice, he really wasn't. Johnny could have killed Daniel twice in kk1. I'm not faulting him for this, since he was under Kreese's extremely bad influence, and was young so perhaps not able to fully grasp the consequences his actions could have had. I think Chozen was a bit more aware than Johnny, but he was also kinda lead astray by Sato, and was obviously very emotionally stunted, since after failing to kill Daniel he wanted Daniel to kill him instead. Mike on the other hand, just made threats. He made a rather nasty one to Jessica, but they were only verbal threats he never intended to carry out. Remember the endgame was to beat Daniel at the AVT and get his pay out. He even says to Daniel "You don't enter and that affects my financial future and I'm not gonna let that happen." So he just said whatever he had to, to scare Daniel into signing the application. He put the fear of God into Danny, but he never did significant harm. The most harm done to him in kk3 is emotional and self inflicted injuries he got training with Terry. Contrast that to kk1 where Daniel was bruised and battered throughout the film and legitimately injured at the AVT almost to the point of having to forfeit. Or left bloody in his death match against Chozen. Mike practically handled him with kid gloves.

[yey56]

Villainous x sarcastic and trouble maker dealer.

DR FLUG🧪:

Thinks your the rational version of Dementia, at least you can be reasoned with.

Sometimes you feel bored and just start to move things from its place, not very far away but defenetly not where they were and it drives him nuts, he's seriously considering that he might have early Alzheimer.

He still thinks its Dementias fault that his things are disappearing and reapearing in different places. You're just laughing in the corner watching they're discussions unravel. 😜

Tries to ally with you whenever he wants to deal with Dementia because your smartass actitude and sarcasm makes you the perfect match for her.

When he's explaining something in the commercial videos he's already expecting either you or Dementia commenting something. 👀

Even though he doesn't admit it much, he likes your funny nature and you're easygoing self.

When you're feeling kind you tell him jokes and make funny comments so he can have a more relaxed environment.

he always laughs at your jokes and sassy answers, but he will always try to hide it.

You're like a ticking bomb waiting to explode, only that you explode with words, every time you open your mouth he doesn't really know what to expect. 💥

You don't always get along but you are able to have fun together and cooperate 👍

DEMENCIA🦎:

Three words: ✨Partners in crime✨

When you're bored you team up with her to annoy Flug, or anyone at your reach.

Once you guys stole a bank and run away with a bycicle so while you were scaping you looked back at the police for a second, that single thing made you both fall to a river (Spoiler: Dementia had to drag you out)

Whenever one of you has committed a crime you can bet that the other is either involved or fully aware of it.

Sometimes you're bored and instead of being productive like you boss has many times aggressively kindly suggest you, you think is a better idea to make an absolute mess. Of course Dementia appears and you both really get carried away. So when shit hits the fan, Black hat appears with all the intention to yell at you both, thats before Dementia literally grasps herself around him.

Of course you take advantage of this to make a quick scape before the boss can notice you presence.

After 2 hours of Black hat trying to get Dementia off of him he called you to deal with her, so after another 30 minutes of bribing her with sugar and energy drinks (probably not your best idea but certainly the quickest one), you finally got her away from your boss.

All of Hat island knows you as the main troublemakers of the place, the almost abandoned police department in the island has a honorary photo of your mug shots in the main entry.

Dem/You: our friendship goes beyond your average kind of bond (🤨🏳️‍🌈)

You: but not because we're gay.

Dem: No, not because we're gay.

Dem/You: were close but not that way, the only one that I love is Blackhat/ Myself 😃.

BLACK HAT 🎩:

He can appreciate witty and mentally quick people, smartness is useful.

Has catch you once or twice slipping some sarcastic comments from time to time, if he's in a good mood he'll ignore them, if not he'll just look at you menacingly.

Sometimes when he doesn't want to go to an event he's been invented to you are send in his place (and if he doesn't like very much the host of said event he allows you to insult other guest, you used the "his words not mine" as an excuse 😈)

You have the bad habit of cursing a lot and you have already been warned that if you keep insulting so much he will tear your tongue away from you mouth.

He wasn't done it yet but instead has put soap in your mouth, and once physically banned you from saying curse words.

You: YOU...

Dem: stupid

You: AND ABSOLUTELY...

Dem: useless fuck

You: I HOPE YOU DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH YOU...

Dem: bitch-smiling

Flug: what the hell are you doing?

You: boss has banned me from saying curse words but I'm unstoppable.

Black hat: I don't think so - turns you tongue into an alive fish. 💀

You basically have no filter, so whenever he wants the truth from an employee you're always the one he asks first because hes certain that you will be honest (sometimes some money is involved but that's another story).

Has catch you sometimes overhearing others conversations in a dark corner, only for you to scare them after .He also enjoys scaring people so thats a hobbie you have in common.

Once for Halloween you proposed the boss to scare the living shit of everyone in the manor for the whole day, he liked that idea so you spent the rest of the day hearing the screams of the others. (+ Points for your malevolence 👍).

One time you were way to honest with him in a day in which he had worst mood than usual (not a good idea) so ONCE AGAIN he punished you taking away you ability to speak (has happened more times that you can count). When you tried to apologise to him, you had to get creative so you got a notebook and wrote this:

You: *writing* ... --- .-. .-. -.-- / -... --- ... ... 😔☹️

Black hat: what the fuck is this?!

You: *writing* remorse code :)

Black hat: now I'm even angrier than before. >:(

505 🐻:

Every time he sees you doing something shady you always give him a lollipop to bribe him (always works).

You're his favourite story teller, since you have a way with words every story you tell him is really fun.

You spent a whole morning doing sock puppets of yourself and other characters.

When you and Dementia make plans for you crimes outings, the both on you and 505 draw together maps and of course outcomes (with Dementia of course it ends up in really unrealistic outcomes but it's fun to imagine them)

You have tried to teach him how to make jokes and pranks, but his concept of a prank is stopping halfway and hugging the intended victim.

You ask him to make empty cakes so you can put a little bomb inside of it. Every time it explodes, everyone near that cake ends up dirty with sugar.

Your always take it easy with him so the pranks you pull on him all innocent and don't cause any kind of harm.

You're a little soft for that big guy, you will never admit it out loud though.

You: you're to good for this world

505: 😃

You: but that's ok, I'll be shitty enough for the both of us

[regret-breathing]

Character relationship tag post??

I’ve been tagged. Mein got. Thank u @angelsofprey u nerd.

I’ve been elected to talk about a character relationship in my work in 3 bullet points. I’ve decided to pick the most complicated one to do this with because I’m.. hubristic. So here goes, Genfae Everyman and Arna [nolastname] from my unfinished novel Not-Yet-Illuminated :3

Broad strokes: Genfae (she/her) is the recently crowned Princess of her principality; she comes from no money (a broke rice farmer deep in debt to the local loan shark), but is believed to be the newest reincarnated soul of the Prince Incipient. Arna (she/her) is her attendant, and an absolute mess of a little fuckin homo who is the perpetually reincarnating iteration of the Prince Incipient’s wife. The difference between them being that Arna can remember her past lives, Genfae can’t. The two of them met when Genfae was brought to the palace for the first time, and drank together all night while Genfae complained about her very fucked up situation. Icons. After like four days, Arna and Genfae began sleeping together, months after that they admitted they were in a relationship, months after that Arna confessed her strange secret and long past. Yknow. Standard lesbianing. Genfae has no idea how to deal with Arna’s whole deal and probably would’ve rather just stayed hooking up if she hadn’t caught feelings big time. Oops!

The main thing with them is loyalty. Arna is eternally loyal to the throne, or rather to the wandering soul of her first love (she’s not very healthy abt relationships good for her), and her position as the High Attendant to the Sundered Throne means she is literally sworn to carry the burden of any and all of the ruling Princet’s needs. She takes this very seriously. Especially on the rare occasion that she actually believes the living Princet is in fact her soulmate reborn. Lucky for Genfae, Arna is moooostly sure about her. Even before she believed Genfae was legit, she couldn’t help but fall for her, and would/has died for her as many times as it will take to keep her everything safe. See what I mean abt the unhealthy boundaries on this girl. Love that for her. Genfae on the other hand is a commitment phobic mess who hasn’t had a relationship last longer than the time it takes to get dressed in… ever. So they’re both great at this. Especially since Arna wants commitment in a way Genfae can’t ever really live up to. How do you tell your new girlfriend you want to take things slow when she believes fully that you’re her late husband reborn who she’s been searching for for literally thousands of years. Genfae doesn’t even know how to ask someone out under normal circumstances.

THAT SAID. they’re very sweet imo and would do anything for each other. Including start a war with a secret organization with a hard on for killing kings. (Choice sweet moments as proof: Arna taught Genfae to read since she never learned, common folk type shit. Genfae really helped Arna get out of her well put up cocoon and likes to trick her into having fun. Genfae likes dragging Arna with her on little outings, most notably to enjoy an alchemical bath meant to symbolize the touch of death in Genfae’s culture, fitting considering both of their whole vibe. The two of them like to have little secret lunches together when they can since their relationship isn’t strictly allowed, and while they both suck at keeping work out of things have a rule not to talk crown business at lunch so they can have time that’s just for them. Arna spent a lot of time teaching Genfae how to act around high society and it’s extremely hot to her when Genfae nails it, leading to lots of Arna quietly teasing her wife under tables at fancy dinners for the court because Arna is really hot, etc.) If they were a normal couple and if Arna wasn’t putting enough pressure on Genfae to crack a submarine open, they’d probably be unstoppable. One of the bigger stumbling blocks in their relationship is arna’s string of exes going back pretty much through every generation still living, notably the High Shine Beryl Thorpe (basically a fantasy Cardinal who’s also a vampire long story), the late Illuminated Prince Kairus Everyman (who Arna may or may not have assassinated in her previous life oops), and Senior Cabinet Councilor Hearsay [nolastname] (the leader of that secret organization oops and also Genfae’s largest opposition within the royal court. Has a bit of a jealous streak), all of whom pose a threat to— oh fuck is Arna actually Ramona Flowers?? Fuck. God dammit. Fucking hell what have I done. How did I not notice I’ve been writing them for three years god dammit.

I’ve rambled too long; but I think it counts. I might post some stuff from their story on here one day! We’ll see. Also I’m typing this on mobile so if there’s fucked up spacing that’s why and I’m not fixing it 🤙🏽

Im tagging @soupy8lowfish UwU tell me of your soups and fish.

[nari-nim]

yunho as your boyfriend

member: yunho x y/n

genre: fluff + smut (separated)

word count: 1.1k

nari-note: hi im still alive :’) what did I miss?

I see him as someone who is very direct and forthright when chasing after you. You won’t really need to worry about him playing mind games with you, and you will typically know exactly where you stand in his life, no matter if you’re in a talking stage or fully committed. 

Very genuine about his emotions and looks for lasting relationships

Likes seeing you wear his shirts/clothes/hoodies

Lets you “steal” quite a lot of clothes from him and gets fake mad, but then tightens the hoodie strings or fixes up your shirt for you :’) 

Type to compare hand sizes with you as an excuse to touch your hand

He often asks to hold your hands by splaying his hands out in your direction, giving you the chance to interlace your fingers

Often wakes up in the morning before you and he always wakes you up by throwing himself on the bed, hugging you, and press gentle kisses all over your face

Likes it when you look up at him after a hug, he just stares down at you with heart eyes 

Gives you so many forehead kisses

Literal heart eyes. Puppy eyes. Whatever you want to call them. 

He’s super playful with you

I see non-sexual dominance being a thing? 

Like he tends to always pay for all the dates, hold your hand when crossing the street, make you stop drinking when you had enough, force you to rest and take care if you’ve been working too hard, etc etc

But again, in a genuine, enthusiastic and bold manner so you sometimes have a hard time finding fault with it. 

He just wants the best for you :(

Not afraid of taking charge, so he often initiates PDA, asks you on dates, will go after you and not back down especially in the face of competition 

He’s quite protective 

May become jealous fairly easily, and immediately vocalizes his concerns

But also gets kind of scared and nervous when you’re upset with him

Freezes and gets stressed, and tries to work out the problem asap

He’s so committed to you

Has the “is happy if you’re happy” vibes

Truly a total sweetheart

Secretly loves flexing his height to do cute k-drama shit like grabbing things off higher shelves for you or pulling you into his broad frame so quickly that you almost lose your balance and fall into him

Soft morning cuddles with him are next level

Loves cuddling on the couch, to the point that he doesn’t care if the members tease him. He has you so he’s winning, in his mind

He really loves it when you express interest in his favorite activities and hobbies

Does the same with your interests

He will make sure to spend time playing video games with you, blasting music and dancing your hearts out together, and connecting you with his friend groups

Please he loves video game dates

Has you sitting between his legs and you lean back into him as his arms wrap around your body and fiddles at the controller

Either you like watching him because he’s so good at it, you go on your phone or just fall asleep because it’s so comfy, or you learn how to play too

He’s a really patient teacher :’) 

Urges you on so well and may even lose to you on purpose to boost your confidence at the beginning 

But you smack him and try to play well

He’s will look out for your character if it’s a multiplayer game

But he gets competitive more often than not

It’s hot

Also what happens when you tease him while he’s playing hm? 

NSFW after this (MINORS DNI PLS)

Yeah, he’s a soft dom

Most consistent Service top

Type to hold your hand during sex omg 

He loves missionary 

Some may think it’s basic, but he holds you, pressing you against him and just hits your spot just right and it feels so good, and you’re both a moaning mess by the time he deep in you, dragging his thick cock against your most sensitive point, making you feel so full and loved and whole

Or spooning you while he thrusts so deep omg

Enjoys eye contact during sex

Likes watching your expressions as he thrusts into you, likes praising you, very sensual

There was this one time where he just nonstop talked about how much he loved you with every thrust, practically crying out his confessions as he fucked into you through multiple orgasms until he came

You were a crying mess by the end, and legs sore for the next day

Listen, basically you’ll always cum when he’s taking care of you

He makes sure of it

Likes it when you provide support from beneath the desk while he games ;)

Obsessed with watching you give him head, more than he’ll ever admit

The way you look so eager and small when you’re trying to fit him all in your mouth? He gets light-headed at the look in your teary eyes as his pre-cum coats your lips

The type to coo and brush your hair away from your face gently as he guides your head deeper against his dick, up until he hits the back of your throat

When he hard doms, loves hearing the way you gag around him. Swears he could’ve cum right then and there

He’s big, he knows it, and he will use it to his favor

So he empathizes for you, he really does

But 10000% likes to egg you on in the sweetest tone

Focuses a lot on foreplay 

He’s good with words, will rub your clit while saying how much he wants to ruin you, what he’s going to do to you once he fills you up, how he’s going to fuck you like no other, etc etc

Until you’re cumming from just his fingers and literally begging for more

Fingering game strong

He loves fingering you, feeling your tight cunt take him, as he presses his mouth to yours, swallowing all your moans

Encourages you and teases you to take him, saying shit like:

“You can take it”

“Weren’t you asking for it?”

I strongly agree with Yunho Size Kink discourse 

It’s not just that he’s so tall and broad-shouldered and big

It’s how he likes to overwhelm a bit, always pressing you against walls, manhandles you, makes you feel so good so much so often

He lives to see the face you make as your orgasm, so it’s his goal no matter what

A little less experimental 

He’s a dependable lover, perhaps more interested in routine and stability than spontaneity in his sex lives, but always dedicated to making you feel insanely good

So he’s down to try out your kinks and wants to hear what feels good for you

Because consent is sexy first off, and also he loves to cater to you

Generally, he’s kind of obsessed with fucking you

Will do it anytime you want tbh 

S T A M I N A

Often only cums after you do

Aftercare with him is A+, he makes sure you have water and gets clean

Super sweet and compliments you a lot 

Likes pillow talk and cuddling

He loves to be little spoon after sex 

And for you to run your hands through his hair 

Falls asleep pretty quickly after

[memryse]

many thoughts about Scar in Last Life

We all know Scar is one of the standouts of Last Life; he’s always been one of the key players ever since 3rd Life, driving conflicts and shaping the course of the server. His chaotic nature lends itself perfectly to 3rd/Last Life, and he seems to have only refined it in the hiatus between seasons.

In 3rd Life, Scar was more of a subjective villain. From his own perspective and Grian’s perspective, he wasn’t scary at all! The two of them were just having fun and causing problems – sure, they threatened people, but their dumb antics together made them just feel like two friends messing around; their POV was lighthearted until the final session, really. From other perspectives, however (particularly Dogwarts’ POVs), that was not how the two of them came across. They felt malicious, scary in how casually they approached such a bloodthirsty game. They’d laugh as they took lives, showing no care for anybody but themselves – they’d betray their allies in a heartbeat without an ounce of remorse, and the rest of the players knew it. Scar wasn’t someone to fear from his own POV.

Since Last Life began, however, Scar has become very openly malicious. Even watching his own POV, it’s hard to see him as anything but a villain – his own comment section is full of people commenting on how scary he suddenly seems. I want to expand on some of these villainous moments, because holy fuck, Scar.

In session 1, Scar is certainly a prominent figure, but we mostly get to see his classic silly Scar antics. Sure, he plans on “selling souls”, but it feels like the equivalent of his reputation points in S1. We still don’t get the sense of him going full villain arc yet. He allies with Joel and commits a crime, and we all expect another lighthearted Scar scam which definitely does not go to plan.

And that is what happened… sort of. He’s immediately caught by Scott and Pearl, etc etc etc. The two of them cheerfully agree a scheme to try and kill Jimmy, but that casual discussion of murder is as bad as they get.

Session 2, Scar is chosen as one of the two boogeymen, alongside Joel.

Things go decidedly not to plan immediately. The two of them had agreed last session to try and kill Jimmy, and were supposed to be trusting enough to tell each other if they’re the boogeyman – and yet what does Scar do? Immediately try and push Joel into lava. He’d betray Joel without a second thought – already a contrast to 3rdLife, where upon turning red Scar threw flowers at Grian and asked if they could still be friends. He doesn’t succeed, of course, and Scar and Joel realise they’re both boogeymen, before parting ways.

Scar heads to the nether, where he immediately decides to deceive Etho and Bdubs into thinking he’s weak and has no food, so that he can get close to them nonthreateningly or something. I’ll talk about this more later, but here we get to see what a good liar Scar actually is. People want to assume that he’s all bark and no bite, that he’s a schemer who poses no real threat – when Scar plays into this, he can be reallyconvincing.

The next big moment I want to talk about is, of course, Joel’s trap. The first thing to comment on here is that Scar cries “Joel, are you trying to kill your best buddy?!”, and I can’t work out whether this is Scar acting to diffuse suspicion, or genuine surprise that he’d pull the trap when Scar was right there, but either way it definitely has the former effect. None of the Southlanders suspect Scar in the slightest. Until Scar murders Mumbo in a matter of seconds.

What’s really horrifying about this is that Scar had been begging Mumbo to ally with him just last session. And yet here… not only does he go for Mumbo without hesitation, his reaction afterwards is downright chilling. He just laughs, and tells the others “Welcome to Magical Mountain!” – it’s really quite like a movie villain in how little he seems to care. He doesn’t actually say a word about killing Mumbo; again, despite having desperately wanted to ally with him. To Scar, this was nothing more than an opportunity. Or maybe it’s all a show to him. Maybe it’s both. Scar doesn’t actually care about winning this game – to him, it’s more fun to put on as good a show as possible, and drag as many people down with him as possible (which is definitely a “cc!Scar being a good entertainer” thing, but it translates very well into being a LL!Scar character trait too).

He then hands Joel some supplies, and with the exact same level of nonchalance, tells him to go burn Scott and Pearl’s house down. I’m… getting the sense he enjoyed burning down Etho’s castle in 3rdLife.

Not much of note happens during his subsequent conversation with the Southlanders beyond him failing an initiation spectacularly – after this, he heads back to Joel. They chat from opposite ends of a broken bridge, which is quite a poetic scene honestly, representing the gap between their lives, the destruction of their alliance, etc. I’m just here to talk about Scar’s villainous moments, though, so let me point out one specific line from this conversation.

“I did avenge you, to be fair - Mumbo, I burned him to death, which was enjoyable. I heard him cry, so it was- yeah, that was a thing.”

Just… what the fuck, Scar? What? I know he tried to push the “red lives are psychopathic and feel nothing except a small sense of happiness when people die” in 3rd Life, but this was definitely a lie or at least an exaggeration, because 3l!Scar definitely had a much wider range of emotions than that. Either way, here he doesn’t even have the excuse of being a red life; this is just active malice, pure and simple. Bdubs had a similar level of pride in his boogeyman kill, but I never got the sense that he enjoyed it like Scar did.

Scar goes off to visit Scott and Pearl, and figure out whether they have the enchanting table or not. Note the emphasis on simply figuring it out, not actually getting the enchanting table. Here’s where I want to talk about Scar being a great liar: he fully convinces them into thinking that he was willing to trade lives for the enchanting table, and then he convinces them that he’s so desperate to get the table that he’ll lie about Joel burning their house down. The thing is, Scar had no intention of ever getting the table at that moment – he wasn’t going to trade lives for it to begin with. He’d try his luck at threatening them, but nothing more. He got exactly what he wanted out of that situation: proof. Meanwhile, Scott and Pearl were left believing they’d outwitted him, that they’d called his bluff and bullied him into leaving. They never saw his true intentions, never saw him as an actual threat. Scar is much smarter than people believe, which only makes him all the more threatening.

And finally, he goes on to prove this intelligence even further. He figures out that Scott and Pearl planned to trade for the enchanting table simply by seeing Scott ask Lizzie if she’s home in chat. He then goes to visit Lizzie, and she tells him she declined their offer. What’s notable about this scene is how much less belligerent Scar is than usual: he readily accepts what Lizzie says for once in his life and leaves without being too annoying about it. He later talks about lulling the others into a false sense of security, letting them think he’s not after the enchanting table anymore; that makes me think his visit to Lizzie was purely to confirm that the offer was even made, and he’s now certain that she accepted it. It’s not hard to work out, especially if he noticed her life count.

So, all in all, if you’re not scared of Scar in Last Life, you most definitely should be.

Did I forget to mention he’s currently tied for the highest life count on the server?

[dollyyyhouse]

☾ ɢʀᴏᴛᴇꜱQᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ☽

☾ ǝʌo˥ ǝnbsǝʇoɹ⅁ ☽

Helloooo! Here's another random fanfic I made, it's sorta a mixture of angst and horror. I wanted to like incorporate the two, if you like this please let me know so I can make more!! And if you requested an idea, I'm working on it and it should be out soon <3 ^^

BIG TRIGGER WARNING FOR : Mentions of gore + body horror, murder!!!!!!!!!!!!

A sinister sight was forming at the House of Lamentation. The usual moans and creaks that occupied the house had stopped, even the ghost haunting the house became eerily quiet at what they had witnessed— they could only watch in horror.

A pair or hands laid limply against the floor, a long trail of blood following the body; your body. Two twins were at the cause of this, shame and horror struck them after they realized what they had done, so they decided it would be for the greater good to just dispose of your body in secret. While the younger twin carried a large shovel and the older twin loosely held you by your ankles, they hurried to move your body.

"Hey Beel, do you think anyone will notice?" The younger twin asked, shooting a glance at his older brother. "Mmm.. I don't know, I hope they don't." He looked back at your body, realizing that by now your face had become even more bloody and grotesque after being dragged against the rigid floor so much. "Maybe they'll think MC ran away? If we get rid of the evidence good enough I'm sure they won't have a clue what really happened." Beel nodded to Belphie's statement, both of them seemed unsure yet hopeful. "What about Lord Diavolo and Barbatos, won't they notice right away?" The two of them shivered at the thought, neither Lord Diavolo or Barbatos were demons you wanted to mess with— the twins heads surely would've been chopped off with a guillotine if they told them what they had just done. Belphegor was lucky enough to be in the attic, if the royals knew the sin they had committed then what would've happened? Starvation, being tortured with no rest, beheading, locked away for thousands of years, all the possibilities were endless yet terrifying.

Belphegor released a sigh, he could've cared less about his own death, but what he feared was Beelzebub's death. It was the same with Beelzebub, he only wanted his little brother to live. "Ah.. what are we gonna do? If we aren't killed by Lord Diavolo then Lucifer will kill us.. I'd rather die at Lord Diavolo's hands.." By now they had arrived at their destination, a small hidden area covered by bushes and trees close by the HOL. "Okay, I'll dig and you hold MC's body." They exchanged nods, Belphie lifted you up into his arms— your corpse could only dangle from his grasp, lifeless eyes staring off into the distance.

A truly gruesome sight, their beloved human, their master, the one they held so close just a few hours prior was now dead. Your body was soaked in your own blood, wet hair soaked in blood, nightgown soaked in blood... everything was soaked in blood. The dark red liquid tainted the floor in the house, it would take hours for them to fully erase all the evidence. Although they didn't want to do it, they knew they had to.

Beel tossed the shovel aside, a shallow grave was dug— just for you. The twins looked at your corpse with sad eyes, they felt guilty.. but what would happen to them if everyone found out? Not wanting to risk it, they'd rather it come to this. So, what was all of this over?

Well, even they weren't sure. Something snapped in the both of them, while you were asleep in Belphegor's bed; Beelzebub stood above you, watching you peacefully rest. Belphegor just sat back and watched, paying no mind. It was then when Beel had mentioned how delicious you looked, saying how he wanted to rip you apart, limb by limb and tear all the meat off of your body. His little brother could only chuckle, unaware of what his brother was about to do. While Belphegor laid next to you, Beelzebub grabbed you by the throat; squeezing it until he heard a loud crack. Blood began to cover the bedsheets, in the moment the both of them were overcome with sinful desires. The urge to watch you bleed out, and the urge to tear the skin and meat off of your bones. They managed to snap out of it before they could harm you anymore, that was when the panic kicked in. They sprung into action, quickly hauling your body out of the room.

Belphegor tossed your body into the grave, your right hand slightly above ground— they were in such a rush they didn't notice that their attempt at getting rid of all of the evidence was poorly done. Dirt began to consume your helpless body, before they ran off, both said bittersweet goodbyes that would never truly communicate to you.

Your right hand sat above the ground, soon to be found by either a demon or feral beast.

[simpywhore]

Obey me characters with a chaotic s/o

Lucifer - Fully turned into a protective mother of 7 kids. He’d be glancing at you every 2 seconds actually screw that, he’s be looking at you for every damn seconds.  “No y/n stop trying to untie Mammon from the ceiling.” “If you don’t stop running around and getting lost on your own, I won’t hesitate to put you on a leash.” + Multitasking sure is handy when he needs it. Working his ass off while taking care of his oh so chaotic s/o. (Pls he’s literally my proper parent figure)

Mammon - Yea he’s definitely your partner in crime, like duh. But poor Mammoney keeps worrying about you every time you suggest something wayyyyy too risky, just for your entertainment.  “Y/n I know you’re bored and all, but I don’t think trying to pick a fight with Lucifer is a good idea..” “NO WAIT DON’T TOUCH THAT! IT’S A CURSE-” Anddddd that’s how you turned into a baby right now, like literally.  “I told you not to touch- OWW STOP BITING MY ARM!”

Leviathan - Please just let him play his game in peace. All he wanted to do was play the new games he just recently got. And yet he has to take care you right now. You wanted to pick a fight with that cocky demon at school but he insisted you should just play with him. “Y/n sit down and play with me, and no you can’t go anywhere else.”  Sorry y/n but looks like you’re just gonna to bare with it for now.

Satan -  He’s been listing things that he wanted to do with you for awhile now but you weren’t all that interested in his ideas. You wanted to commit arson, real bad. “Books? no? How about cakes and tea? no? hmm, cast a new spell- wait no that’s a terrible idea. You might kill someone with that.” *sighs* “Okay I’m out of ideas, what do you wanna do instead?” (You: Commit Arson >:D) “No.”

Asmodeus - “Love please it’s past midnight, staying up late is not good for you nor your beauty.” After awhile of trying to convince you and failing awfully, he decided to rest on his own. Too bad, you’re there being all noisy and terribly filled with chaotic energy (like usual).  “Honey if you’re not going to sleep then at least allow me to get some beauty sleep.”  That’s how you ended up in Mammon’s room right now :>

Beelzubub - Doesn’t really mind you messing around while he works out. Enjoy your company but please be more careful y/n. You’re gonna seriously injure yourself. Catches you every time you trip while running around and slips on random objects in his room. “Y/n please stop running around like that, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” And if you don’t stop, he will let you sit on his back while he do his push ups just to make sure you stay put. And it’s also easier to grab you if you try to cause any chaos again.

Belphegor - He’s busy dozing off while you mess around in his room. If you’re being noisy or causing any trouble, then he would just straight up drags you into bed and cuddle against you. (And believe me when I say the brothers are so warm like damn it’s so cozy.) Would lightly kiss your face when you start to doze off. It may take quite a good amount of time before convincing you to just cuddle and sleep with him in peace tho lol. 

[titanicsimp]

A lonely spot for two

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x Female!reader

Genres: Smut

Warnings: Sexual content including; vaginal sex, oral, creampie, semi-public sex. Zeke acting kinda sleazy.

Summary: As the daughter of a Marleyan general, seeing Zeke could mean the death of you both. But even as hidingspots are growing slim, he isn’t willing to stop your little affair.

Shudders from both the cold and your nerves run over your body as you skitter over the barely lid streets of the Eldian zone. The band that gives you a fake Eldian identity around your arm keeps slipping, having been intended for a man far larger than you. You wish all this sneaking around could stop, but you know that could never happen.

The fact that you kept seeing Zeke was incredibly stupid. Eldians and Marleyans did not mix, so if anyone found out about your secret rendezvous with him you would both suffer horrid fates. Both of you knew the danger full well, but it stopped neither of you of seeking each other out.

What had begun with stolen glances while you dropped things off for your father at meetings, now had you shadely meeting up with Zeke in a secluded alleyway.

“Zeke?” You whisper.

This is the spot where he told you to meet him, you are certain of it, but the darkness is so thick you can’t spot him in the long alley.

“Over here.”

You sigh in relief when you hear his voice and make your way towards it.

Zeke’s leaning against one of the brick walls, puffing away at his cigarette. When you’re close he gives you a lopsided smile.

“I would offer you one, but I doubt you’re willing to commit two sins tonight.”

You purse your lips. Ah, it’s one of those nights. “Hello to you too, Zeke.”

You give him a look as he continues standing against the wall with his cigarette. “Did you find a spot?”

He throws his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with the bottom of his boot. “Yeah, you’re standing in it.”

Surprise washes over your face and you look around in horror. He can’t be serious, a dirty alleyway?

“What’s wrong? Too lowly for a Marleyan?” He asks, provoking you on purpose.

“You know that’s not it.” You’re jaw tightens. Damn him for making you feel bad right now.

Zeke chuckles and saunters of to you. “I’m just teasing.” He puts a finger below your chin, raising it up. “Not being able to see you these past days has been exhausting. Have you not missed me?”

You sigh. You can’t stay mad at him right now. “I have, a lot.”

He gives you a smile. “Then this is okay, isn’t it? Just for once.”

You nod slowly in agreement and he pushes you with your back against the wall. His lips brush over yours as he continues holding your chin, and you feel your body come alive at the slight intimacy.

A noise makes you snap your head to the right, eyes wide. Luckily there’s nobody there, a piece of cardboard merely bumping into things as it’s carried by the wind.

“What if somebody sees us?” You question worriedly.

Zeke shrugs. “Should be fine, they’d probably just think you’re a prostitute.”

Displeasure is clear on your face at his comment.

Before you can protest, he presses his lips fully to yours. He gives you a sloppy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and his lips moving wildly against yours. You grab onto his jacket and get pulled in regardless of your displeasure.

Not having been able to touch Zeke for almost a week had made your anticipation for tonight worse than usual. It had been hard to keep your mind in control during the day and stop it from drifting to him fucking your brains out.

He pulls away from the kiss and his cock twitches in his pants at the look of want on your face. “Seems like you don’t mind. Tell me, is it because you’re my little whore?”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks.

Zeke’s hand drifts from your chin to your neck, running his fingers over the length of it. “Come on, say it.”

You swallow down the embarrassment. It’s not that you don’t enjoy it, but you’re still not used to talking dirty like this. “I-I’m your little whore.”

He gives you a satisfied smile. “Good girl.”

You feel proud of yourself for pleasing him.

“Now, get on your knees.” He tells you with a predatory grin.

Doubt makes you glance around the alleyway. Gods, you’re really doing this here aren’t you.

With a last glance for reassurance at Zeke, you drop to your knees. The cobble street feels harsh against your knees, even through your skirt.

He hurriedly unbuttons his pants, pushing it down with his underwear just far enough so his cock is freed. A groan leaves his lips when he rubs the head against your lips. “Look at you...”

You obediently wrap your lips around his cock after he gives them a tap with it.

“You’re a real sight.” Zeke tells you and tangles his hand in your hair.

You suck on his cock, twirling your tongue around the head while doing so. You feel ashamed at how much you missed the taste of him.

The hand in your hair is joined by a second, and as he takes the back of your head in his hands you know what’s coming.

Zeke pants heavily as he pushes your head forward, forcing you to take his cock down your throat. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes and you silently curse him for being so big.

He chuckles as he feels you struggle to take him that deep. To get him back, you wiggle your tongue as much as possible against the underside of his cock, making a groan interrupt his chuckling.

You brace your hands against his hips to keep some control as he starts moving your mouth up and down his cock harshly. You feel his muscles clench under your hands multiple times, telling you that’s he’s trying to keep himself from cumming.

Without warning, Zeke pulls your mouth off of his cock with a pop. You gasp and take in air, wiping the saliva off of your mouth.

“I’m not wasting my cum in your mouth.”

You shoot him a look. Bastard.

Lust and impatience are clear on his face as he drags you back up by your arm. He spins you around, resting your front against the wall.

“Zeke!” You yelp in surprise as he flips up your skirt and pushes aside your panties.

“You’re soaked.” He notes as he runs his fingers through your wetness.

You shiver as his mouth comes right next to your ear. “Does sucking me off get you that much?”

“Please.” You whimper and put your hands against the cold wall.

“Please what?” He ask and you can hear the grin in his voice.

You bite your lip as his fingers play with your cunt, teasingly dancing over your entrance.

“I want you.” You tell him desperately.

His fingers poke at your entrance more intendly. “You want my fingers or something bigger?”

Gods, if you weren’t so turned on you would slap his glasses off of his face. “B-bigger.”

Zeke laughs contently at your answer. His fingers leave you and he instead grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt, coating his length in your slick.

You bite your lip to muffle your moan when he pushes himself into you, sheathing his full length inside you in one go.

“You take me so well.” He praises you from behind, his hands finding your hips.

When he pulls out and thrusts back in with a wet clap against your ass, you feel truly dirty. Zeke doesn’t seem to care as he starts fucking you from behind without hesitation.

Your own reservations are quickly forgotten at the feeling of him stretching and filling your cunt. Those few days without it had been so dire that you’re worried you might be addicted.

His name leaves your mouth a bit too loud when he kisses the back of your neck.

“Ssshh, you don’t want someone to hear, do you?” He whispers against your neck.

You shake your head. “N-no! It just feels- ah- so good.”

One of his hands leaves your hips, instead coming up to cover your mouth. You pant heavily against his hand as he continues slamming his cock into you.

Wetness drips down your legs and you feel them shaking lightly after Zeke keeps on fucking you fast and hard for minutes. You’re getting close, and you bite down in his hand in preparation.

Instead of saying anything, he bends his knees slightly and snaps his hips against your ass in this adjusted angle. Your scream is silenced by his hand as you cum violently on his cock.

Your legs start feeling weak as the waves of your orgasm course through your body. Zeke’s grip on you is firm, and for the first time tonight you’re grateful for the sturdy wall in front of you.

His pants and groans start sounding more choked as he starts approaching his own orgasm. His hand leaves your mouth and he pulls your face to the side to kiss you.

You eagerly moan into his mouth as his hand rejoins the other on your hips. With his full strength available again, he holds you tightly as he slams into you hard.

His pace is erratic, only spurt on further by your squeezing walls. You make out with him feverishly as he rams his cock into you over and over. You’ve already cum and he still has you this desperate.

Zeke’s tongue leaves your mouth and he bites your bottomlip as he cums inside you. You choke back your mewls as both the sting at your lip and the sensation of feeling his hot seed filling you make your walls squeeze even tighter around him.

He gives a few more lazy thrusts as he continues cumming, his breathing just as ragged as yours.

“I need to see you again tomorrow.” He tells you after he’s finished cumming.

Your throat feels dry when you speak. “A-alright.”

Zeke pulls out of you and tugs himself back in his pants, adjusting his clothes.

You squeal when he slaps your ass before adjusting your panties and skirt.

“Come on now, this is below your rank.” He teases you as your skirt drops down to cover the mess he made.

You give him a weak smile after you’ve turned around. “Seems like you enjoy putting me there.”

He grins and pulls you close by your waist. “Oh I’m more than enjoying tainting the poor general’s daughter.”

You roll your eyes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Yeah yeah, how about you taint my ears with some government secrets then? I want to know how your days have been.”

Zeke frees you from his arms and plucks a cigarette from his pocket. His face lights up when he flicks on his lighter, betraying the slight flush on his face. “I would love to.”

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[ynscrazylife]

Loki request (spoilers)

Reader is a variant who got captured by the tva, they're sent to trial and Loki saves them from getting killed bc he still owed them a favour. Morbius gets confused bc those two dangerous variants know each other, turns out they were best friends in their original time line. Now Morbius has to babysit two sarcastic assholes. Double trouble ensures.

Double Trouble | l.l fluff fic

Summary: The request. 

Authors Note: I fully acknowledge and support Loki being genderfluid. In this fic, I will be using he/him pronouns for Loki since those were the pronouns they’ve used for Loki in the show so far, indicating that at the time this fic is set, Loki’s genderfluid identity is of a man. Should those pronouns/identity change, so will the pronouns for my fics. I do not intend to be harmful in any way so if this is harmful to the genderfluid community, PLEASE let me know!

Request to be on a Taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

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Yeah, Loki was definitely not taking any of this seriously. At this point, he theorized that the Avengers were laughing their asses off on this elaborate prank they were playing on him, and he decided to just wait it out. It had to stop at some point, right? There was no way that this “TVA” bullshit was actually, in any way, real.

At least . . . He believed that until he saw a familiar face.

Mobius had just saved him from being reset to the original timeline and they were walking out of the courtroom just as the doors opened and two TVA agents were walking another “criminal” in. Loki still wasn't buying this elaborate scheme so he didn’t really pay this new person much attention, until he heard the judge speak. 

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N - am I correct?” 

Loki froze, eyes traveling to the “criminal” passing him. He first thought that Thor had set this part of the prank up, but he knew his brother didn’t really understand how mischief really worked. Plus, Loki could tell Y/N wasn’t an illusion. 

. . . So that meant she was actually here. 

“Hey, wait, can I see this trial?” Loki whispered to Mobius, who glanced back at the judge and raised his eyebrows skeptically at the brunette deity. Loki added, “I just want to see a little more of how this place works, okay?” 

Mobius was sure Loki was onto something and after a couple moments of thought, he agreed. At least this would give him a chance to get to know this troublemaker better, and they both shuffled into seats. 

“You are correct, madame,” Y/N answered mockingly, a big grin on her face as she walked up to the podium. She then looked around in an exaggerated manner. “Well, do I get a lawyer or what?” 

Loki smirked and the judge scoffed. “How do you plead?” The judge asked, dismissing her questions. 

“What ‘crimes’ have I supposedly committed?” 

“You have been accused of creating an alternate timeline that does not fit into the main continuum. You snuck into Odin’s vault using your Asgardian abilities  and when you used the fake Infinity Gauntlet and, in your attempt to enchant the Gauntlet to work like the actual one, you accidentally travelled forward in time and created a new timeline,” the judge summarized. 

Loki smiled, amused and proud. He only wondered what led her to this. 

“In my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help out,” Y/N said with a shrug. 

“Well, the enchantments were not supposed fully work. They were meant to just backfire on you and knock you unconscious, where you’d be imprisoned in the dungeon. But then you tried to use another powerful object in Odin’s vault which created a Nexus event, messed with your enchantment on the fake Power and Time stone, and here you are,” the judge explained.

“If I wasn’t meant to do this - why didn’t these ‘Time Keepers’ control my actions and make me do something else?” Y/N asked, changing the subject.

“I am not going to entertain you any further. In your previous statement, quote: ‘In my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help out’ You have admitted your guilt and will now be reset,” the judge declared sternly.

Immediately, two TVA agents grabbed Y/N harshly and began to drag her away from the podium. Loki, who at this point had connected the dots that he was the friend she had been trying to help, knew he owed her one. He couldn’t just let her be reset and then be imprisoned. So, thinking rather quickly, he leapt up from his seat and shouted, “No!”

All heads turned to him. Y/N’s eyes went wide, not having spotted him, and Mobius was beginning to regret his decision. Loki turned to Mobius. “You need me to help you with this ‘sacred timeline’ stuff. I’ll only do it if Y/N stays,” he said, panting.

Mobius caught an angry look from the judge but his gaze settled on Y/N. After a couple moments, he sighed and relented. “Fine.”

Y/N and Loki cheered and she broke out of the agents’ grips, running to Loki who picked her up and hugged her. “That’s my girl,” Loki said, proud of her for her prank.

Mobius internally groaned. This was going to be a long day.

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“So how do you know each other?” Mobius asked as he walked in-between the Asgardians, leading them to his office.

“Y/N’s been my best friend, partner in time, ever since I was little,” Loki said, grinning.

“Got it,” Mobius said, frowning. He could only imagine the mischief they had conjured.

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After reviewing both of their files, Mobius had to step out for a second, leaving Loki and Y/N alone. “Let’s try to break out,” was the first thing to leave Loki’s lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “And suppose we do, how the hell are you gonna get the Tesseract back? Plus, I won’t wanna be imprisoned on Asgard,” she reasoned, quickly shutting the idea down.

Loki huffed. He was bored. He wanted to do something.

And he had something to do when Y/N stood up and started walking around. With a smirk, he grabbed the remote controlling Y/N’s collar and clicked it, immediately sending her back to her seat.

She turned and glared at him, and he just smirked, innocently shrugging. “I wanna have fun,” he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes and cautiously stood up again. When nothing happened, she walked around a bit more, and Loki let her . . . Until he got bored again. With another click, she reappeared on the other side of the room, in mid-walk.

Before she could protest, Loki did it again. And again. And again. He finally stopped when she got out the words, “CUT IT OUT!” and laughed to himself.

“You asshole,” Y/N grunted, beginning to walk towards him, but skidded back when Loki clicked the button just one more time.

“Oops. My finger slipped,” Loki smirked.

Y/N glared, but being reset made her lose her footing, and she tumbled to the floor, causing her best friend to cackle. Annoyed, she ran at him and managed to push him off his chair, tackling him to the floor. They rolled around, neither one gaining the upper hand for too long, until Mobius re-entered, saw the chaos, pulled Loki to his feet, and grabbed the remote, resetting Y/N so she was back in her chair.

“Hey!” Loki exclaimed, pushing Mobius off him. “No one controls my best friend!”

Y/N couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but smiled nonetheless. Mobius glared and grabbed Loki’s remote, resetting him so he was back in his chair. He then turned to them both.

“I’m beginning to agree with my colleagues that this-” he gestured to Loki and Y/N, “-was a bad idea.”

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[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter eight rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

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“He’s such a dick!” Peter exclaimed, flopping on his bed with a huff. You laid down next to him and ran your fingers through his soft hair, feeling him relax immediately under your touch.

“What did Flash do today?” You sighed. This was a pretty common point of conversation between you and Peter. Flash always found a way under Peters skin and you were always the one to dig him out.

“He said I photoshopped our pictures together on Instagram. And he said you’d never even look at me, even if I was, and I quote, “waiting your table on your date with him”. He’s such a dick! You do look at me.” Peter protested. You sighed let out another sigh as you thought of an answer. You and Peter had been together for three glorious weeks and each of those weeks, Peter had Flash on his back about your relationship.

“Yes I do. And I love what I see.” You assured him. Peter smiled slightly, too angry to fully appreciate the compliment.

“He tells everyone I’m lying about us being together. I didn’t even tell people, Ned did. And when I said I was gonna take the day off of school to spend our one month anniversary together, he said it was probably just gonna be me alone in my room reading your articles and crying because you’d never give me the time of day.” Peter scoffed. “I wish he would believe me. I hate constantly having to defend our relationship.”

Not knowing what to tell him, you kissed his cheeks and rolled onto his chest. Your one month anniversary was just a week away and two planned on spending every second together to commemorate the event.

“Take my mind off of him, please.” He pouted as he dragged his pinkie down your nose. “What’s new in my beautiful girlfriends life?”

You two absentmindedly compared hand sizes before locking your fingers together.

“I have my final interview with Cletus next week. Then I really gotta finish my story.” You told him.

“You’ll get it done.” He said confidently. “You’re so efficient. When’s it due?”

“Three weeks.” You answered.

“You know what that means.” Peter said. You nodded.

“Balls to the walls.” You said at the same time he said “Pedal to the metal.”

You giggled and he laughed loudly.

“I like how I made a crude reference and you made one about flowers. It really highlights our personalities.” You pointed out. Peter cocked his head.

“Flowers?” He questioned.

“Yea. Petals. Petal to the medal.” You said. Peter burst out laughing, making the whole bed shake. He flipped you over so you were in your back now with him on top.

“Aw baby no.” He laughed. “It’s pedal to the metal, not petal to the metal. Why would you push petals against metal?”

“I don’t know. Why would you put your balls to the wall?” You shot back.

“I personally wouldn’t put my balls against any wall.” Peter said matter of factly. Him saying something so out of character made you snort with laughter. You immediately covered your mouth and burned red.

“That was the grossest sound. I’m so sorry.” You said with hands still covering your face.

“Don’t be sorry. I love all your sounds.” Peter said as he moved your hands to plant kisses on your face. He started with kisses on your cheeks and slowly moved down to your neck. This was new territory for the both of you so let out a soft giggle to show it was okay.

“I like that sound too.” Peter said as he perked his head up. You smiled fondly and it gave him the confidence to keep going. He placed more hot kisses down your neck and you let out another soft sound.

“I like that sound as well.” He laughed into your neck. His lips found their way under your ear in just the right place.

“Peter.” You breathed. He stopped and looked at you. His eyes were full of something you’d never seen before. Pure love and adoration for you. But it wasn’t the puppy love you were used to seeing with him. It was adult love. Committed love. You looked him deep in the eyes and nodded. Without saying a word, you both agreed to take the next step and solidify your love for each other.

That night, you and Peter laid awake and just stared each other. Neither of you said a word. Everything had already been said that night in his bed. You absentmindedly ran your fingers over his lips as he twirled your hair around his finger. You loved him. You wanted so badly to tell him. But Peter was a teenage boy. He just experienced his first time and you don’t want to overwhelm him with his first “I love you” as well. But from the way Peter was looking at you, you knew he knew how you felt.

“I want you to meet my boss.” Peter spoke suddenly with a dreamy smile on his face. “He’s my mentor and basically my father. He’s very important to me and so are you. I want us all to have dinner together. Let’s do it tomorrow night. He’s gonna love you.”

“I’d love to meet him.” You smiled. And you meant it. Peter barely gave any details about his internship. You didn’t even know his bosses name. You cuddled in closer to Peter and felt absolute happiness all throughout your body. He felt it too. Peter Parker was over the moon with joy. He had never been happier.

The next day after school, Peter practically ran down the steps to greet you. He was still on a high from the night before. You were running slightly late and Peter stood in your usually spot and waited for you.

“Whats wrong, Penis Parker? Did Iron Man forget to pick you up today?” Flash teased. Peter turned his back to him.

“No. If you must know, Y/n is picking me up. She’s just a little late.” Peter grumbled. Flash laughed tauntingly.

“Right, Y/n. Is she gonna pick you up on her unicorn and take you on a date at Avengers Tower?” Flash mocked. Peter just ignored him.

“I can’t blame you for pretending to date her though. She’s so hot. I’d like to take her out and show her a good time. Better than you ever could, Penis Parker.” He continued.

“She’s not hot Flash, she’s beautiful. She’s a girl, not a cup of tea.” Peter retorted. Flash’s cheeks heated up at Peters comeback.

“Whatever. I’d still bang her. Even if she was a cup of tea.” Flash scoffed Peters blood began to boil. He wanted to kill Flash for even thinking about you.

“Me too. That girl is straight up glorious. I’d let her do anything she wanted to me, I swear.” One on Flash’s idiot friends chimed in. Peter shot him the death glare. It was getting increasingly harder to stand there and listen to those idiots degrade you.

“You’re disgusting. Show some respect.” Peter said lowly. It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order. Little did Peter know, your super hearing allowed you to hear the whole conversation as you approached his school. An idea formed in your head.

A nice size crowd had gathered around Peter and Flash’s goons. Peter tapped his foot and waited for your arrival.

“Aw. Penis Parker wants us to show his imaginary girlfriend some respect.” Flash laughed. At that moment, you pulled up on your bike and swiftly took off your helmet. Shocked murmurs swept throughout the crowd. Most stunned of all was Flash, who looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. All eyes were on you. Peter noticed Flash’s reaction and smirked.

“Hi baby. I’m sorry I’m late. I’m having trouble getting around after last night.” You said apologetically and shot Peter a wink. You had practiced it in your head. Peters face broke out in an embarrassed smile as boys began to pat him on the back. A few even applauded.

“It’s alright, darling.” Peter said, stepping towards you. You smirked and gave him a big sloppy kiss. It was way more PDA than you were used to but you knew it’d give Peter enough street credit for the rest of college.

“Let’s go babe. Bye Flush.” You called and gave Flash a flirty little wave. If he was gonna call your boyfriend Penis, he was gonna get called Flush. Peter climbed on the back of your bike and you two sped away.

~

“Thanks for what you did back there. I hate how disgusting those guys are. I’m sorry they were objectifying you.” Peter apologized once you were back in his room.

“It’s alright. It happens.” You shrugged.

“But it shouldn’t. And did you see how they all acted when you kissed me? Like all the sudden I was cool because you were my girlfriend? Don’t get me wrong, you’re incredibly hot and I’m incredibly lucky to have you. But what they don’t understand is, there’s a million reasons why I’m lucky to have you.” Peter sighed angrily. “Your beauty doesn’t even crack the top ten. There’s so much to you. So much grandeur and depth and they just reduced you to a pretty face. It pisses me off.”

You smiled at his kind words and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck

“Peter, I don’t care what a single one of those bonehead boys had to say.” You shrugged. “I only care about you. Those boys at your school are just jealous that you actually have a brain in your head and a heart in your chest when they don’t. Don’t let them get to you. And thank you for all that you said. I really care about you, Peter.”

You wanted to tell him you loved him, but you chickened out. You had only ever said it to Andy.

“I really care about you too.” Peter smiled before kissing you. “Now come on, let’s work on your story.”

That night, you prepared to eat dinner at Peters bosses house. You wore a casual dress and did your hair in loose curls. You wanted to make a good impression on Peters mentor but you didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard. You took a cab, not wanting to ride your motorcycle and risk the helmet messing up either of your hair, to a wooden cabin near a lake. Peter knocked on the door and rubbed his hands together in excitement.

“Here we go.” He beamed at you.

The door opened and your body froze as your eyes landed on Tony Stark. The very Tony Stark who made you your suit. The very Tony Stark who knew you were Venom.

And apparently, the very Tony Stark who was your boyfriends boss.

Tony’s face fell when he looked at you and you felt sick to your stomach. Tony felt it to. He glanced from you, to Peter, to your interlocked hands, then back at you. Your eyes whispered an apology and looked equally as apologetic. He was sorry for how badly this would end when all the secrets were out.

“Come on in, kids. Dinners almost ready.” Tony said suddenly. Peter grinned at you and lead you inside. You faked a smile before giving Tony one last look.

Dinner went as awkwardly as you could imagine. You and Tony couldn’t keep your eyes off of each other. Peter was too excited about his two favorite people meeting to notice the tension in the air.

“Y/n is an investigative reporter.” Peter gushed in between bites.

“Is she?” Tony said, never looking away from you. You felt terrified by his stare.

“She took down Carlton Drake and soon she’s gonna take down Cletus Kasady.” Peter continued with a proud smile. He put his hand on your knee under the table and squeezed.

“Oh really?” Tony’s expression was unreadable. “How did you do it?”

You gulped. He knew exactly how you did it. You had told him the story the day you met.

“I just followed my instincts and didn’t let up until the truth was out.” You stammered. Tony nodded stiffly.

“Right. Y/n, will you join me in the lab? I got something that might help your story.” Tony announced. You felt fear run through your body, all the way to your scalp. You nodded and got up. Your legs were shaking and you prayed Peter didn’t notice.

“I’ll come.” Peter said, moving to stand up. Tony immediately turned around and held up a hand.

“You stay here, kid.” He kept a calm tone. “I just want a quick word with your girlfriend.” Peter sat back down with a smile on his face at the sound of someone referring to you as his girlfriend.

Once in the safety of the lab, you let out the breath you had been holding in all night. You looked anxiously at Tony, waiting for him to speak. He had his back to you, and was still deciding what to say.

“Does he know?” Tony asked suddenly. You shook your head even though Tony couldn’t see you.

“No, sir.” Your voice shook. “I haven’t told him.”

“Do you know about him?” Tony asked, turning to face you. Your face contorted in confusion.

“Do I know what about him?” You questioned. That’s when Tony’s face fell. He realized the extent of the situation. You and Peter were in love and Spider-Man and Venom were enemies. And neither of you knew the other’s secret identity. Tony’s heart broke for the young couple. He knew how much Peter loved you. He also knew how fragile Peter was. Tony wondered if the shock would hurt less if he made the teenagers confront each other sooner rather than later.

“Nothing.” He said quickly. “Here’s what I need from you, tell him the truth.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he held up his hand.

“I don’t want to hear it, Hannah Montana. You need to tell Peter about Venom, or I will. End of discussion.” Tony said sternly.

“But-“

“What did I say? End of discussion.” He repeated.

“But he’ll hate me.” You said sadly. Tony looked at you empathically, knowing you didn’t even know how bad it was.

“He’ll hate you more if you wait to tell him. You have to rip the bandaid off. And who knows, maybe he has secrets of his own.” Tony tried to hint to you. You stared at the floor, not wanting to go back to the dinning room to Peter. You wanted to avoid him, and the conversation, as long as you could.

“You don’t understand, Mr. Stark.” Your voice wavered. “The second I tell him, he’ll leave me. I’m not ready to lose him, I just got him.”

You didn’t want to cry in front of a man you idealized but your heart was breaking.

“You don’t know for sure that you’ll lose him. You need to tell him. Now. You know where he is.” Tony ordered. You could feel yourself beginning to cry no matter how hard you tried to fight it. It was that terrible feeling of needing to cry but feeling too embarrassed to.

“Don’t do that. I don’t want a crying teenage girl on my hands.” Tony said in response to your watering eyes.

“But I love him.” You whimpered. “I love him and I don’t want to lose him.”

Tony’s attention snapped to you. You had never seen Tony Stark at a loss for words before.

“You love him?” He asked. You nodded.

“With all my heart.” You said weakly.

“Have you ever told him that?” Tony asked.

“No.” You said shyly. It was an awkward thing to talk about with a man you barely knew.

Tony looked angry for a moment, then disheartened.

“This is going to crush him.” He muttered.

“I never wanted to hurt him, Mr. Stark. Please believe that. But no matter how much I wish for things to be different, they can’t be. This is who I am. I am…we are Venom. That won’t change.”

“You’ve already hurt him and you don’t even know it.” Tony sighed. You didn’t really understand what he meant.

“I know lying to him is bad.” You admitted. “But would it really be better if he knew? He’d just be afraid of me. I can’t have that.”

“You can’t have a relationship with someone who doesn’t really know you, either.” Tony reasoned

“I know. And I’ll tell him.” You promised. “Just, not yet. I can’t lose him just yet.”

Tony looked at you for a long time and sighed.

“Fine. I’ll give you one week. If you don’t tell him by then, I will.” Tony said firmly. You nodded sadly.

“Okay.” You wiped a tear that had managed to fall. “I’ll tell him.”

“You better. Now let’s go back in there and give him the best night of his life. He deserves that much.” Tony said and you agreed.

You two went back out and ate dessert with Peter. You did your best to enjoy and decide of it, knowing your time with Peter was almost up.

Peter enjoyed his evening to the fullest extent and never suspected a thing. You’d sneak glances at Tony every now and then and he was always staring back.

“I had the best time. Thank you Mr. Stark.” Peter said as you two got ready to leave.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Stark. It was a pleasure to meet you.” You shook Tony’s hand. He shook yours back firmly, both of you knowing you had already met.

“Anytime. And Y/n, good luck. I’m rooting for you.” Tony said honestly. You gave him a thankful nod.

“Good luck with what?” Peter asked.

“My story.” You answered quickly. “On Cleatus.”

You ushered Peter out the door and gave Tony one last look. He nodded at you and held up one finger. You gulped.

This was going to be the worst week of your life.

[undersero]

benefits

repost from my old blog :) 

pairing: toru oikawa x fem! reader [college AU, enemies with benefits]

warnings: hate sex, swearing, degradation, oral sex (female and male receiving), rough & unprotected vaginal sex, squirting.

word count: 2.9k

Everything about him made your skin crawl. He was cocky. Arrogant, childish, irritating, and too clever and cunning for his or anyone else’s own good. Feeling his brown eyes on you caused your blood to boil and bubble with annoyance and rage. His taunting, sly smirk, one reserved for those special times when he was preparing to fuck you, really put you off more than anything else. 

But it’s what turned you on the most. He was good at fucking you- his strokes were always long and languid and powerful, dragging along every spongey little spot inside; this was something you could live with, something you could tolerate. What you couldn’t deal with, though, was the fact that he knew he was good at it- that he knew he could get you to cream on his cock or his fingers or his mouth in no time at all. 

Don’t get it confused, though; this wasn’t completely one sided. He loathed you with every ounce of his being. Your haughtiness when you knew the outcome of something, or knew the answer to something he didn’t. The way your eyes bore into him, seeing through his carefully constructed facade as if it was as easy as opening curtains to a window to see outside. You were headstrong, confident in yourself and your actions, very rarely backing down and constantly, without fail, standing up for everything you thought was right. It pissed him off. How could you have all the confidence that he desperately wished he could possess? Just a bit… if only a drop. 

If pressed, neither of you could commit a guess towards when this all started- when the irritation bubbled up and over both of your control, when the only way you could soothe anything was to fuck it out, to kiss so hard that it made for sore lips. At this point, even if you wanted to stop, even if he wanted to stop… you couldn't. He couldn’t. You two were almost like sharks now; you’d smelled blood in the water and couldn’t pull away from it, couldn’t leave. It was like survival, only it was more potent than that, almost uglier… it seeped into your skin, near where his fingertips held your cheeks so forcefully, and absorbed into your pores, into your cells, into every atom of your entire being until all you knew was that you hated Oikawa, but the only thing you hated more than his stupid handsome face was when he wasn’t fucking you. 

And that’s how you ended up here. 

[text]: are you busy?

You hated, fucking hated, texting him first. And more than that, you absolutely detested how desperate you sounded. You knew he would pick up on it too, and tease you about it in that mocking way of his when he was railing you with your legs tossed over his shoulder. 

School pressure was mounting, expectations and stress piling up like mountains of trash at a garbage dump. You were mad, pissed, about a deadline that wasn’t communicated properly to you; and you were livid that you were the only one seeming to do any work for your club. Bullshit. All of it. 

And like you’d done so many times before, you reached out to Toru, the bastard, with the hopes that he’d fuck all that irritation out of you, because he was good at it. 

To anyone on the outside looking in, this was...weird. You had his number, and he had yours. You texted more than would be expected- most of it was jabs at one another to poke and prod at raw nerves, but the rest were messages like this.

Are you busy? Are you up? Come over. Door’s unlocked. 

As usual Toru’s answer came back relatively quickly. 

[text]: no. come over. iwa’s out.

Because Oikawa lived on the bottom floor of his building, he didn’t often leave his door unlocked. He watched from the window instead, and opened the door when you approached. He didn’t say anything to you, nor you to him, and in silence, you dropped your bag in the entryway of the apartment and kicked your shoes off. 

When you caught a glance of Oikawa’s face….you knew something was off with him too. 

His deep, doe eyes weren’t sparkly or warm. They were dark, but with exhaustion, not lust. He had bags under his eyes, which was unusual for him- somehow, usually, he managed to keep his skin clear and unblemished even from lack of sleep. His hair was slightly frazzled, not styled in the adorably messy way you hated but were so fond of. 

No words were exchanged. They didn’t need to be. Oikawa turned and led you through the darkened apartment to his room, which was lit with the dim glow of his desk lamp. As his text indicated, Iwaizumi was out- his room dark. 

Oikawa’s mental state bled through into the state of his room. Papers were scattered over his desk, laundry piled up against the closet door. Several pairs of shoes were haphazardly strewn about and the remnants of his volleyball bag were piled sloppily at the foot of the bed. 

Before you even registered the click of the door shutting behind you, Oikawa’s hands were on your face. Roughly. Firmly. Harshly. He wrapped his fingers around your chin and turned your head to face him. His mouth pressed against yours with no grace or care- almost like he was trying to push your own teeth down your throat with his mouth. There was an urgency there that you weren’t used to, and it almost scared you before you felt a deep hum of satisfaction in your core. You needed this too. There didn’t need to be words or teasing or mocking. There could just be this, and it would be fine. 

Your hands flew into Oikawa’s hair, raking through the waves and trusses, messing it up more than it already was. Though the mood tonight was quite different, this action made Oikawa growl in distaste- he hated when you messed up his hair like that. And this fact was exactly why you continued to do so, and why you didn’t foresee yourself stopping anytime soon. 

He forced his tongue into your mouth, your kiss breaking down into a series of possessive licks into your mouth before he took your bottom lip between his teeth and sucked-hard enough to make your knees go weak and make you mewl. In retaliation, of course, you tugged harder on his hair and he released your lip from his teeth. 

Your heart was pounding as you pulled him back down for another kiss. It throbbed against your ribcage, and your blood felt like it was boiling from arousal and from your general dislike of the man you were currently swapping spit with. But he got you going, there was always that. 

Oikawa’s body was running hot too. He felt his body flush the more he touched you and felt your body move and whine under his capable fingers. The body that he hated and loved and hated how much he loved in equal measure. 

You pulled away for a moment, tearing Toru’s shirt up over his head and raking your fingernails down his front, leaving angry red lines in your wake. He moaned when you did this, fisting his hand in your hair and pushing you back against the bed, hard enough that your knees hit the mattress and buckled. 

He released your hair as you fell onto the bed. His chest felt like fire, but it got him going like nothing else. As his pants began to tent with arousal, he hovered over you, one hand on the bed at your side, pulling your shirt off over your head with the other.

And then, you saw it. That sly little smirk. That irritating little face he makes right before he says something that will inevitably turn you on and piss you off more than you could have imagined. 

“Oh,” he cooed down at you condescendingly, “you’re looking a little bit flushed there,” he noted how red your chest was from the arousal. 

“Pretty sure your ears were red before I even got to the door, asshole,” you shot back at him, and he laughed, but didn’t say anything, instead opting to pull down your leggings and panties. 

“Guess you won’t mind me seeing how wet you are,” he said in that mocking singsong voice. You glared at him, scratching your nails down his arm and feeling so satisfied with yourself when he hissed in surprise and pain. 

“Bitch.”

His eyes were dark as he pulled your pants off fully, dropping to his knees. Toru pulled your legs apart, seeing how sopping wet you were, he smirked again and cast an enraging, knowing look up at you…

And then all you could see was his forehead and the top of his head. He lapped at your folds, spreading them open with long, practiced, soft fingers. His tongue felt like heaven, a soft, wet muscle prodding you against your most sensitive, delicate parts. 

Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as your head fell back onto soft, blue-green sheets. Oikawa’s scent surrounded you, and it was too late for you to realize just what a comfort it was. 

Your silence did not please Oikawa, though. In fact, it pissed him off. He wanted to hear you, to make you scream and cry and writhe on the bed, at the mercy of him and his tongue. Toru wanted nothing more than to hear you beg, it sounded so pretty on the rare occasions you’d actually begged for him in the past. Music to his ears. 

With ease, Oikawa pulled your hips closer to the end of the bed, hands moving to the inside of your thigh so he could spread you open more effectively. He shuddered in delight upon seeing your gorgeous, glossy, pink cunt at eye level.

Now, he took his time. Patiently, he swirled his tongue around your clit, finally eliciting a moan from you that sounded like heaven. Already, you felt your toes curling, body humming with pleasure and clit throbbing with the need for more. You threaded your hand back into his hair and gave a little tug, a desperate and silent plea for more. 

And, for once, Oikawa gave you what you asked for. He slid his lips around your throbbing, aching little nub, and sucked hard, causing your back to arch so far off the bed that he idly wondered if it would snap in half like a pretzel. A needy, throaty moan left your body when you felt his mouth on you like that- it was genuinely one of your favorite feelings. 

Next, he lapped at your folds sloppily, effectively getting his drool all over your skin and his own chin. And then...those long setter’s fingers, perfectly manicured, were sliding into your hole one at a time. 

At first, he was agonizingly slow, sliding his index finger in, then out. In halfway, and then out. Repeat. He must have sensed the complaint ready to fall from your lips because next, he slid his finger entirely into your greedy, drooling hole. His fingers were so long, you found them so perfect yet so irritating because they broke you each and every time. 

You were whining, writhing as he fucked you with his pointer finger before adding his middle, scissoring them against your soaking, anticipating walls. Again, sensing you were about to ask for more, Oiakwa curled both fingers upwards, the pads of his fingers brushing against your g-spot and making you see stars. 

A strangled, needy moan fell from your lips, and in about two seconds, you were creaming around his fingers. This made him chuckle, and once you’d finished, he removed his fingers from you and licked them clean of the milky cum that covered them. You opened your bleary eyes to see him gazing down at you with a smirk on his stupid handsome face. His eyes were dark as he licked and lapped at his fingers, before he tsked at you, shaking his head and sighing. 

“You’re just so easy. You know that, don’t you?” 

Anger flared through your veins. 

“Shut up and fuck me,” you demanded, no longer bleary from your orgasm as you sat up and pulled his shorts down to see his cock, leaking and hard, spring free from the confines of fabric. 

“It’s not like you’re hard to get riled up either,” you commented, sliding your hand around his length and pumping gently. Oikawa pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, moaning softly as his cock got some attention. 

You leaned forward,a gob of spit falling from your mouth and onto his cock, thumb swiping it along his head. Toru hissed through his teeth and clutched your hair, pushing your head down toward the leaking, wet tip. 

Easily, you opened your mouth and took the tip in your mouth. Suckling gently, easily, the way that you knew Oikawa absolutely hated because it wasn’t enough, wasn’t ever enough. It was the least you could do after he called out your need so harshly moments before. 

But it didn’t last long. It never did. Oikawa’s need was stronger than your resolve to tease him, each and every time. He pushed your head down more, cock sliding up into your yielding mouth. 

“Atta girl,” he breathed out, cheeks rosy, some strands of hair sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead. 

His hand guided you up and down the length of his cock, and he sighed in pleasurable enjoyment as you took more and more of him with each pass over the length. You pulled away before he could start fucking your mouth. 

“Are you gonna fuck me, Oikawa?” you questioned, ignoring how absolutely wrecked your voice sounded, “or are you scared your cock isn’t gonna make me cum like your fingers did?” 

Sometimes, obviously, you liked playing with fire. 

Your face was pushed into the pillows, your ass in the air, knees spread obscenely apart. Oikawa pressed into your cunt with no warning or preparation, knowing you loved and hated how he stretched you like this, knowing he loved making you feel the pain and pleasure mix. 

One hand was on your hip, the other was gripping the back of your neck, pressing you down into the sheets, ensuring you wouldn’t move even if you wanted to. Then, he just started pounding. 

His hips snapped against your ass with ferocity you were sure you’d never experienced before. Each stroke had his cock, long and pretty like his fingers were, brushing up against the little bundles of nerves deep inside that your fingers could never hope to reach. It took about three of these thrusts before you were drooling on his bed. 

This fucker always made you drool. 

Oikawa’s volleyball conditioning came into play with his stamina here. He was able to thrust into you viciously, almost animalistically, for minutes on end, only grunts and puffs of air leaving his body. 

His cock kept hitting a spot inside, deeper than your g-spot, maybe your cervix, that made you see stars. It made your vision go blurry. Electricity thrummed through your veins whenever he did, and it made you feel hazy, like you were at risk of leaving your body from the sheer goodness of it. 

When his thrusts slowed down slightly, Oikawa started talking. He slapped your ass and your thighs, laughing when you whined at the sting. 

“You talk such a big game, little girl,” he mocked you. That stupid fucking singsong voice. “But look at you, getting drunk on my cock. Drooling on my bed like you’re too dumb to do anything but let me fuck you.”

His words broke through your fog just enough to piss you off.

“Fuck you,” you whimpered. Weak. He laughed again. 

“I don’t think you’d be able to,” he said after a moment, “Look how stupid you get just from my cock. Creaming for my fingers. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself. You wouldn’t be able to do it.” 

His words, the degradation, had you feeling a different warmth than anger, and the small mewl that escaped your mouth alerted Oikawa to just how close you were. 

He reached around, his hand finally releasing your neck, and swiped his expert fingers at your clit a few times, circling it. 

And then he drove his hips back into you, hitting that deep spot that made your brain gummy. You dry sobbed into the blanket, squealing as you came, squirting on the bedspread underneath you and all over Oikawa’s hand. 

“Oh, that’s new!” he grunted, growling, his hips snapping into you even harder before stilling, and filling you with hot, sticky cum. It took you a moment, through your haze and the drool on your face and the wetness sliding down your thighs, for you to get used to not being thrust forward at such a brutal pace.

Suddenly, everything in the room was still. Oikawa’s hands on your body were soft, and he gently rubbed them over your back. You fell forward onto the bed with a soft whine, thinking your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Oikawa laid next to you, on his side, toying with a strand of your hair before giving it a tug. 

“I should make you clean my sheets for getting them so wet,” he sighed, teasing. 

“I hate you.”

[veilchenjaeger]

I want to whine a little about the available wlw material. Why ist all so sickenlingly cute, sweet and hyperfeminine? I don't mind that it exists, but I want more options please. It's like going clothes shopping and once again being depressed that the only available colours are all pastels. Why do I have to wait for seasons until jewel tones are in again while thirty different shades of pink are always in stock. On that note, if anyone has recs more in the vein of the locked tomb etc, please giv

Cont. from the pastels ask, because the wordlimit in asks is my personal enemy. I just want my women deranged, dangerous and depraved. Honestly one of the reasons that I love genderswaps so much is that I want the same stories I love so much in fantasy/ scifi but with women. (Also probably because I want characterisation for women that is less in the hyperfeminine/tomboy divide). Recs please? I already read Priory of the Orange Tree. Messing with gender is a plus. Also warcrimes, swords an magic

GODS MOOD. I feel you so much on the genderswap thing, I don't think I'd be this into them if there were just more stories with character dynamics I love where the characters are already women. I want complex female characters who live through awesome space operas, who are allowed to be weak and nasty and fuck up, who are fully fledged people with everything that implies, who might fit into boxes coincidentally but aren't created to fit into them. Sadly, the easiest way to find that is by making some already beloved Blorbos into women sometimes.

Re.: the kind of wlw content available, I both have the same and the opposite problem. I also want deranged women who commit war crimes, which is so fucking rare, but I'm also femme4femme and... I feel like I often have the choice between fluffy pastel Soft Lesbians without depth or interesting stories on the one hand, and awesome stories with deranged women but without any characters I can truly relate to or am attracted to on the other hand. Like, part of that is probably me being unable to read or watch a lot of new things bc I'm burnt out to hell and back, but both wlw-focused fandom and the (few!) good wlw genre stories I've heard of or read seem to emphasise masculinity. (Either bc the main character is super attracted to "traditionally masculine" attributes of another female character or bc the main character herself is masc.) That's great bc butches and masc wlw get so little representation, but... I personally would like to see some fucked up femmes. Please. (Just like I'm bored of mainstream fashion a lot bc it's not pink and frilly enough!)

I think it boils down to there just not being enough wlw stuff of any kind, period, especially wlw stuff with interesting and dark stories.

Anyways, due to aforementioned burn-out, I don't have a lot of recs and you probably already know most of them, but!

PLEASE watch Couple of Mirrors. The whole thing is on YouTube. It's about a famous writer in Republican Era Shanghai, who gets dragged into a bunch of murder cases and involved with a retired assassin who's mostly failing to adjust to normal life. I'm very slowly making my way through this show and I love every second I manage to watch.

You've also probably heard of Please Don't Laugh's novels, but if you haven't, they have deranged women and gender fuckery. I have yet to read them, but I have it on good authority that they're awesome. Carrds for them are here and here.

Also, it's neither SciFi nor fantasy, but A League of Their Own (the show about a women's baseball team currently on Am*z*n Pr*me) is supposed to be really good and has several butch characters.

If anyone has more, I'd also love to put stuff on my endless To Consume list!