#but fuckin hell there is a damn big piece of me that just wants to get out

[aamircoeur]

sweeeet ー vi, arcane.

wherein violet eagerly expresses just how much she loves sweets

WARNINGS 2nd pov, established toxic!relationship, female reader, titty-obsessed vi, jealous!reader, unedited

"and, and you even raised your eyebrow at her."

"here we fucking go again," violet scoffed.

"letting your hand linger when she handed you the stupid-ass glass," you recalled the moment that occurred earlier as if you had the image of it burned into your memory. "and you tell her, fuckin', "thanks, sweets"?" you mocked.

after a supposedly fun date night that the two of you had spontaneously planned, going home heated with one another surely wasn't part of it. your neck was craned to the side, piercing eyes staring deep into her baby blues, awaiting yet another one of her excuses.

violet rolled her eyes and kept them fixed on a random piece of furniture on her right side, seemingly too irritated to look back into your eyes. "you're overthinking it again, baby. i was just being nice to the girl. you're being jealous."

"oh, am i? i'm jealous? you rocked the shit out of a girl last week just because she winked at me, and i'm the jealous one?" you asked in disbelief, unsure how your situation even outweighs hers in her point of view.

violet furrowed her eyebrows as she grimaced at the memory. "she was flirting with ya, and you're defending her? you fuckin' stupid, baby?"

"how was she supposed to know that we were together, vi? you got us drinks, and it was an innocent approach!" you raised your voice as your arms moved as a demonstration of frustration towards your girlfriend.

"bullshit. wit' all the hickeys on your neck, she didn' know? stupid-ass. fuck, you were probably flirting with her too, dollface." violet took big steps to quickly close the gaps between the two of you. you tried your best to fight the intimidation, keeping your balled fists to your side.

"yeah, she probably was just a stupid-ass. but for sure your cupcake isn't one, huh?" you raised your eyebrows at her accusingly. "so smart, little kiramman. who the hell gave you the courage to put your arm around her while holding my hand? you'd probably fuck her while your fingers interlocked with mine when given the chance." you said sarcastically, jealousy over violet's ex girlfriend bubbling inside you.

violet sighed loudly and turned from you, taking a few steps away and kicking a chair in the process, a heavy clank echoing. "may janna give me the strength and patience i so necessarily need to deal with this woman," violet said, rubbing the sides of her face in deep frustration.

you stomped your feet and made your way towards the door out of your shared apartment. "didn't even fucking deny it. fucking enforcers," you said lowly as you made your way out.

"hey, waitー fuck, dollface! get back in here, 'm not done with your stubborn ass." she said, coming after you right before you fully stepped out of the place, pulling you back inside by the arm.

"no, no! we're done, get back with your kiramman, or whoever the hell you want your fingers in, violet, i don't care." you tried to pull away from her hold, your fingers attempting to get in between her grip on your arm in order to unclasp them, but it was no use with how intense violet's stare was to your now-heated face.

"we're not over until i say so, doll. is it your personal job to piss me off all the damn time?" she sneered, her teeth gritting at the harshly pronounced words.

"yeah, my job is just to piss you off again and again, and again," you pushed your body forward and pressed your chest against hers. violet's grip on your arm loosened as her hands found their way on your hips, bandaged fingers pushing against them harshly.

fighting the urge to squirm underneath her rough touch, you closed your eyes in order to avoid her unforgiving stare and balled your fists, holding your forearm against her chest to create distance between the two of you. "your fuckin' job?" violet echoed your words.

you whimpered as one of her hands slid down to your lower back until it found the curve of your ass, giving it a testing squeeze. "y-yeah, my job. mine alone." violet smirked at your words and pulled you closer, creating friction between your touched stomachs. your breaths gained volume as violet kept a steady and rough pace. "mine." you finished, as if she hasn't been yours since the beginning of time.

violet looked at you in amusement, her blues seeming to gain a spark in them. vi leaned down and placed open-mouth kisses to your left cheek, her eyes never leaving yours as if she was declaring who she belonged to. "is that so?" she murmured in between another kiss, followed by a heavy lick downwards to your exposed neck as you craned your head backwards.

you let out a shaky hum that nearly sounded so much like a whine, which violet certainly enjoyed. "tell me more about it, baby." said violet.

"iー ah," a swift bite to your right shoulder interrupted you, with violet's teeth retreating before it could leave a mark, as if testing the waters. your eyes met hers as she navigated her way through your upper chest and collarbones, familiar hands getting to know your body once more. "i hate the way you t.. treat her," you continued, breaths deep from the attention given and at the mention of kiramman. "i hate it."

violet peppered kisses all over your neck, tugging down on your shirt to reveal the curves of your chest. "i was just being nice," she repeated as she tried to fight the grin that was threatening to tug on her sly lips.

"oh, fuck being nice, vi." you groaned, pulling away from her touch for a second before she held your lower back and pulled you towards her completely, burying her face in your chest. you let out a huff of breath and looked to your side, deciding on whether or not to let the embarrassment creep in as you told her your unpleasant feelings. "'s fucking.. annoying."

the hold on your waist was tight and warm, her embrace locking you to her own body. violet inhaled your scent and kissed you through the fabric of your shirt. "sounds like you just need your pussy pounded, baby."

you groaned loudly and attempted to pull back once more in annoyance, which was effortlessly countered by violet's strong arms as she kept you locked in place, glued to her. "kidding, baby. i'm kidding," she said, as if offering peace to hopefully subside your anger. "i can stay away from 'er, don't worry, sweetheart." she added, her eyes looking big and genuine as the light of the room shined brightly in them as she looked up at you.

you held the sides of her face while your eyebrows knitted, a sign of defeat in the argument. "you promise?"

violet smiled and kissed the valley of your breasts. "yes," a peck. "yes, i promise," she added.

heavy breaths and the sound of vi's lips sucking on everything she could clasp it to filled the living room along with its cozy ambience. a whine left your lips as her rough fingertips tugged slightly on your left nipple as her warm tongue pressed against your other.

"sweet, sweet baby," violet moaned, feeling her underwear drench in arousal from hearing just how good she makes her girl feel. "you just needed attention, didn't you?" she hummed, eyeing her work of covering your chest with purple-hued bruises, before getting back to work and licking a long stripe along the curve of your breast.

your hand found its way to the ends of violet's hair, the tug making her thick eyebrows furrow, closed eyes opening and finding their way straight to yours with a glint of excitement. "hm?" you hummed teasingly at her unbreakable stare. violet continued her actions, her kisses getting wetter and sloppier, the familiar beer and mint smell of her lips lingering on your sticky skin. "i taste good?" you joked, hands lost in her bright pink locks.

violet smiled and perked your underboob before pressing her chin in the middle of your breasts before speaking. "mhm. tastes good, sweets." vi smiled.

you gave her a cheeky smile in return and tilted your head. "like a cupcake?" you giggled at your own joke.

violet's eyebrows pressed nearly together at the humor. "exactly like one," she answered, making your smile drop almost immediately which made her instinctively pull you closer to her before having the chance to pull away from your position as a loud laugh left her lips, as if annoying you.

"stupid."

violet smirked, "sure, baby. you gonna let me fuck you now?"

"whatever."

"attagirl."

[hazbinwhoree]

OMGGGG pleaseee i need a part 2 to Adam’s sinner 😩😩😩😩 Maybe it’s the next extermination and Adam protects his darling sinner from exterminators 👀👀

Maybe more smut if you’d like 🫣

Adam’s Sinner

Part 2/3 Part 3

A/N: As much as I would love to make it smutty, I have a lot of smut requests and I don’t want it to get repetitive so this piece is just hella fluffy. I hope you enjoy anyway xox

Adam didn’t really come up with a solution to keep his promise, rather he just used his status in Heaven to come and go as he pleased, and would sneak down to Hell once a month.

His mask had demonic features, which worked in his favor staying discrete in Hell. Not that he was out and about for long, he always went straight to (Name)’s house, but still.

A year passed, and their little system was working, and before they knew it, the next extermination was upon them. “Remember,” Adam said during his last visit before the extermination. “Lock down. Stay inside. Hide.” “I know.” He kissed her forehead.

The extermination was brutal, as it always was. Adam had about a hundred and six kills under his belt and was bragging about his last kill to Lute. Then he saw something that made his blood run cold.

(Name), running from one of his exterminators.

Lute noticed Adam’s face drop, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “Are you okay, sir?” Adam didn’t answer, instead rushing towards the alley his exterminator had chased (Name) into.

(Name) was on the ground, his exterminator’s foot on her chest. She raised her spear and (Name) closed her eyes. “HEY!” His exterminator, Danni, jumped, spear faltering. “Sir?”

“This one is mine,” Adam bit back his panic. “She fucked up one of my kills last year.”

“Oh. Sorry, sir, she’s all yours.” Danni flew off, chasing an sinner. Once she was out of sight, Adam rounded on (Name).

“What the FUCK are you doing out here? I told you to stay inside! You were almost fucking killed!”

“Adam-“

“No, you know what, I don’t even want to fucking hear it.” Adam was seething from the scare she’d just given him. “Get your fucking ass home, right now, we will talk about this later.”

They both looked around to make sure no one was watching before they each departed, Adam back to the skies and (Name) back to her apartment. Adam paused his killing spree to make sure she got home safe from afar.

Later that night, when all the exterminators had returned to Heaven, Adam made his way to (Name)’s place.

“You want to tell me why you were out on the fucking streets during the damn extermination?”

(Name) looked embarassed. “My friend–”

“No friend is worth risking YOUR life. You fucking hear me?” (Name) couldn’t look at him, slightly intimidated. Adam sighed. “...Sorry.”

He pulled her into him and closed his wings around her. She wound her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. For a few minutes they just stood there, Adam reassuring himself that she was there and she was fine.

“Don’t do shit like that, tits, you scared the fuck out of me.” (Name) chuckled, Adam sounding much more like himself now. She took his hands in hers.

“I’m sorry. That was stupid of me.”

Adam scoffed. “Yeah it fuckin’ was. You’re lucky I love your dumbass.”

“You love me?”

Adam’s mind was a chorus of “shit shit shit”, but he owned it. “Yeah, what’s the big fucking deal?”

(Name) smiled and yanked him down to her level by the collar, pressing her lips to his. Adam melted into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips. After a long moment, they pulled apart.

“I love you too.”

[frvnkcastles]

WANT YOU SO BAD ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You’re Matt’s best friend and you don’t much care for how Frank treats him — but you do end up caring for the man himself.

Warnings: Language, mentions of wounds, mutual pining

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: Ohmygod this request is literally 8 months old, I feel so bad it took me so long but here it finally is. Anon, if you see this, I hope you enjoy it, I’m thinking of you today <3

It was no easy feat being best friends with a vigilante — as much had been proven to you ever since you had bonded with Matt Murdock. You were constantly worried about him and for someone who had no prior experience, you sure found yourself doing a lot of stitching and nursing. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to only know the lawyer side of him, but since he had saved your life as Daredevil and you had pieced his identity together all on your own, there was no changing the facts of your friendship. And those were 1) you were scared he was gonna get himself killed one day, and 2) you were going to do all you could to protect him, just like he protected you.

So, when a certain second vigilante made his debut in your city and Matt found himself in trouble yet again, you made the big bad Punisher someone you kept your eye on — for Matt’s sake, of course.

You weren’t in their little group, so you didn’t cross paths with him too quickly, and you doubted Matt would have introduced you to him. But as fate would have it, you and Frank frequented the same diner near your apartment, and on a Saturday night just like any other, you found the man sipping coffee in the corner booth of your favorite place to get French fries.

You placed your order and then, defiantly as ever, strutted your way to Frank and sat down across from him with a stern stare etched onto your face. His own expression spoke in volumes — who the Hell were you to invade his personal space and alone time? Still, he didn’t say anything, only stared back at you, trying to figure out why you looked so familiar. Had he killed someone close to you?

”You don’t know me, but I know you”, you started, inhaling and exhaling heavily to keep your anger at bay. ”You shot my best friend in the head, you asshole”, you seethed, keeping your voice quiet to avoid other patrons overhearing you, but it was still obvious you were pissed at him.

At that, Frank chuckled. ”You’re Red’s friend”, he put two and two together, and as he reached for his coffee mug again, you snatched it away from him, evoking a frustrated glare from him.

”Damn right I am. He’s just trying to protect the people in this city. He did nothing to deserve your… your shitstorm”, you ranted, pointing a blaming finger right at his chest. He lowered his eyes to your hand, but eventually looked right back up at you, leaning in to close the distance and whisper his counter-argument over the table.

”Yeah? Tell your friend he’s a fuckin’ coward. The criminals in this city… they don’t deserve a second chance. He ain’t makin’ any difference. I put a stop to ’em”, he growled, his eyes a bottomless pit as you made contact with them, and something about the sincere fury in them made you swallow. You were angry, but so was he, that much was obvious.

Before you could say anything more, the lady working at the diner brought your bag of food over to you, and gave you a reason to leave Frank alone. As you got up, you clenched your jaw and gave him one last look.

”I’ve got my eye on you”, you warned him, and as you walked away, Frank couldn’t help but chuckle. You were a force, and as much as he tried to resist, he felt drawn to that.

The next time you and Frank were in the same orbit, you were having a night out with your two best friends. It wasn’t the classiest bar, and maybe that was why it had attracted lowlifes to its pool table, but the drinks they served were cheap and the music they played good enough to dance to — that was why you were there, and that was exactly what you told him when he found you by the counter.

”This place ain’t safe”, he spoke quietly by your ear, trying to warn you, but you were feeling stubborn and a little drunk, so his attempt to get you out didn’t go too well.

”Screw you, who are you to tell me I can’t enjoy a night out?” you spat at him, loud enough for the gang members by the pool table to turn their attention to you. You were nobody to them, but Frank? He was far too easily recognized, and before you realized it, a full-blown gunfight had broken out.

Frank hauled you over the bar counter and you crouched onto the floor to shield yourself from the gunfire. Screams filled the night as people ran out of the bar, but Frank ran towards the danger, reminding you all too much of Matt. But when you peeked over the counter, you saw him in all his glory, and in that moment, he wasn’t like your best friend at all. Whereas Matt was graceful and precise in his movements, Frank was brute power, using his fists when guns didn’t do the trick. Blood coated his knuckles and he didn’t stop even when the men were down — only when they lay dead and he could catch his breath over their bodies.

You stood up and stared at him in some kind of wonder and amazement, but the words that tumbled out of your mouth were far from appreciative. ”Way to ruin girls’ night”, you scoffed, and rolling his eyes, Frank looked you over to make sure you were okay.

”They get you?” he rasped, and shaking your head, you smoothed your hands over your dress.

”I’m good.”

Nodding, Frank wiped his hands against his jeans and then offered one to you. ”Aight. I’m walkin’ you home. Don’t even try and protest, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly, you took his hand. ”I’m not your sweetheart”, you muttered under your breath, but he heard it, anyway, and it made him crack half a smile.

For such a big city, your circles seemed to be quite small. You ran into each other almost habitually after that, and without fail you managed to lecture him about treating Matt better and he argued back. But in between those little spats, you had both developed a liking to seeing each other, even if neither of you would admit it. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you were doing a hell of a job distracting him from his mission, just by being you.

Undoubtedly, you had gotten under his skin, because not much time had gone by when he was actually working with Matt, not against him. Of course, you only learned about this when the two men appeared at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

You opened the door only to find Matt struggling to support Frank’s weight on him, a pool of blood soaking through the latter’s shirt. ”What the fuck?” you breathed out, stepping aside to let them in, and Matt didn’t waste any time in getting Frank to your couch.

”He took a knife for me”, Matt explained vaguely before turning to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. ”I need to go back out and make sure they didn’t follow us here. Can you handle him?” he asked you with genuine concern behind his words, but you didn’t hesitate.

”Yeah, I got this. Go, get out of here”, you urged him, and with that, he fled the apartment and left you alone with a groaning Frank. You glanced at him before heading for the bathroom where you quickly grabbed your first-aid kit and then stepped back into the living room where you crouched in front of him.

”I can do it myself”, Frank tried, but you slapped his hand away and gave him a glare.

”I got it. Take your shirt off”, you commanded, and for a second, Frank simply looked at you, but eventually caved in. With a huff, he struggled to get his shirt off but soon enough it was tossed onto the floor and you could get a good look at the gash on his abdomen. ”Okay. Definitely needs stitches but you’ll live”, you assessed the situation before taking out the disinfectant and getting to work.

You were both silent for a moment, with you focusing on Frank and Frank looking around the apartment, taking in all the details. It was so you. You had turned the place into a home, something he hadn’t been in for a long time, and against his better judgment, he relaxed. With you, he felt safe, like he could breathe again.

”So, you were protecting him, huh?” you asked finally, not looking up from the wound but the teasing tone in your voice was obvious.

Frank snorted. ”It ain’t that deep. You look after the people on your team, ’s all. I wasn’t gonna be outnumbered like that”, he explained it away, and now, it was your turn to chuckle.

”You sure you didn’t get attached? Maybe it started out as a rivalry, but then you realized he wasn’t so bad, after all. In fact, he’s kind of nice. Just what you needed. And now you can’t imagine being without him”, you theorized, right as you completed the final stitch.

”We still talkin’ about Red?” Frank asked in that deep voice of his, and your heart skipped a beat. You looked up at him, your eyes locked on each other, and suddenly you were painfully aware of his shirtless state. It was truly a sight to behold — he was sculpted like an artist’s handiwork, and now, with your neatly applied stitches on him, maybe he was.

”I’m done now”, you evaded the question while reaching for his shirt and handing it back over to him. Frank shrugged it back on, and you made a move to get up from the floor, but he stopped you with a gentle hand on your wrist.

”I did get attached”, he admitted quietly, avoiding your eyes for a beat before looking right into your soul and tilting his head at you. You were situated right between his knees, resting on top of your own, and it gave him the perfect angle to lean down and seal the distance between your lips. His landed on yours like a magnet was pulling them together, soft and sweet, not at all as rough or intimidating as he was. With you, he was gentle and tender, and your heart fluttered when he pulled away.

”Red’s gonna be so mad”, he whispered, and you couldn’t help but giggle, both of you chuckling before he kissed you again, a little more determined and heavy this time. Your eyes closed and you brought both hands to his face, cradling him and holding him close to you, all the while you breathed each other in.

”I guess he’s just gonna have to deal with it.”

[vintageaustin]

Strange love

Pairing: Nate Jacob’s x female reader

Warnings: choking angst a bit of fluff near the end cursing

Authors note: thank you to my wonderful wonderful girlfriend @asshlyyyy for the banner

you were at some stupid party you´re friend maddie dragged you to. and honestly? you were so over it already. you weren't the type for parties, a lot of people actually wondered why you and maddie were friends.

nate fuckin jacobs you fucking hated his guts he was ripped in every edge but you were ought to admit, he was a fucking master piece that wasn´t even why you hated him. he bullied you or well it was more like teasing. He called you ¨monroe¨ because your plan was to move away and become some big Hollywood star. honestly it almost seemed like he was jealous because he on the other hand. was gonna be stuck in this fucking town forever,

you walked to the kitchen and sigh softly, speaking of the fucking devil there he was in all his glory. he was wearing a white shirt, with a black button up and black jeans. you quickly looked away and grabbed yourself and maddie a drink. before the devil could spot you, to be fair you didn't feel like dealing with nate to be very honest you never felt like dealing with nate.

but before you could even walk out of the damn kitchen. you felt someone grab your wrist with a very strong grip. you just knew it was him, ¨fucking hell¨ you muttered to yourself. and turned around ¨Hello nate¨ you said looking up at the 6´5 man. who even is 6 fucking 5 it feels unncessary to be that tall, ¨nice outfit found it in you´re grandma her closet?¨ he chuckled sinisterly.

You rolled your eyes and was about to speak up but he put his finger against your lips preventing you from speaking. “Uh-uh-uh why are you here?” He spat as if he had an issue with you and not his ex girlfriend who was grinding on some random dude his dick.

¨because if you are here maddie is here¨ he muttered grabbing your jaw kinda harsh. ¨she is now what is it to you.¨ you said pushing him off ¨it's a party Nate people are gonna be there. get.over.it¨ you muttered and walked away. downing both drinks you sat down. next to rue she looked over at you ¨didn't think i'd see you here¨. she chuckled which made you laugh.

¨honestly neither did i, but oh well what can i say i´m a fucking people pleaser¨. you laughed as you leaned you´re head back on the couch. little did you know nate was watching your every fucking move. he wanted you hell he needed you. he wanted to make you laugh, but at the same time he also wanted to hurt you and see you cry.

an hour or so passed and you were still strung out on the couch talking with rue. ¨That's the beauty of a secret you know you're supposed to keep it¨ you laughed. until you were interrupted by no one other than Nate Jacobs himself. ¨get up y/n¨ he spat, you looked a bit confused and shook your head. ¨no i´m not getting up?¨ you spat through your own theeth.

¨i said get the fuck up before i fucking help you¨ he almost yelled. you shook your head once more brushing him off and going back to youŕ conversation. This is when Nate decided he had enough of your little attitude and picked you up, as he threw you over his shoulder. you started to hit his back. ¨put me the fuck down nate this isn´t funny!¨ you yelled at him. but he just seemed to ignore you as he walked into the upstairs bathroom.

he placed you on the sink and grabbed your jaw kissing you. you kissed back moaning softly into his mouth, ¨nate not h-¨ you tried to whisper. in between the kiss but nate just ignored you as he started to assault your neck, ¨why the fuck are you wearing this skirt? do you not see the way people are looking at MY girl¨ he muttered against your neck softly biting it.

¨i´m not your fucking girl nate maddie is and maddie will always be, the thing that happened between us was once, ONE FUCKING TIME¨ you said tearing up. this is what he wanted right? he didn´t fucking care about you, you were a replacement until he got back together with maddie.

¨don´t fucking say that y/n¨ he said grabbing your neck and choking you slightly as he pushed your back against the wall. you groaned ¨the truth nate? one day you hate my fucking guts and the other your madly in fucking love with me.¨ you muttered and it looked like he was about to open his mouth again but then you spoke.

¨ I can see it from the way you're looking at me, you don't even think i'm worth your time, you are so offended that I follow all the rules except for yours that. You don't care about the person that I might be but I am so much more than you can see i´ve had enough you hear me, ENOUGH I'M DONE¨ you said and pushed him off you walking out of the bathroom. you basically ran down the stairs and out of the house as you ignored Nate calling your name.

you had enough of this, honestly you had enough of life itself. you were sick and tired of it. but you couldn't just leave the people you love behind could you..? you sighed as you got home. Once again you were home alone but you didn't mind. you got changed into more comfortable clothes as you heard repeated. knocks on your front door you sighed knowing exactly who it was.

you made your way downstairs and opened your front door. ¨nate i really don-¨ you sighed crossing your arms as nate let himself in. ¨no your gonna sit down on the fucking couch and listen to me for once.” he muttered, closing the door and looking at you, you sighed and sat on the couch thinking to yourself ¨this must be good¨.

nate looked at you ¨don´t you fucking get it y/n, i´m fucking in love with you.. you´re all i think about sure i'll admit it.. in the beginning i was using you to get over maddie. but that changed that changed the minute you ended up in the fucking hospital because you decided to slit your goddamn wrist.¨ he yelled. you were surprised he even cared at all… you didn't think it affected anyone that much let alone him.

¨please just give me a chance¨ he spoke softly now sitting next to you, ¨i'm not saying it's gonna be perfect or anything but… i want you and only you¨ he said and caressed your cheek leaning in pressing his lips to yours. and you gave in, the kiss was rough but sweet at the same time. it's like he craved you just as bad as you craved him. ÿou crawled onto his lap and nodded your head ¨okay one chance don't fuck it up¨ you muttered against his lips pulling away slightly.

he smiled softly kissing you more gently this time and smiled. when he pulled away you yawned, hinting it was time for bed. He chuckled softly and got up kissing your head as he carried you to your room. He took his shoes off and his jeans, leaving him in boxers and his shirt.

he pulled you closer kissing your cheek, ¨goodnight y/n¨ he whispered and you smiled already half asleep ¨goodnight nate¨.

you said and soon you both drifted off to sleep you knew it wasnt gonna be a easy relationship but it was definitely gonna be worth it.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

You’re A Supe (Billy Butcher)

Description: Y/N is a supe so Billy hates her until she saves his life

Word Count: 1,521K

His glare was unsettling towards the Supe as she sat next to Kumiko. He hated that she was there, he already had to deal with Starlight. Thanks to Hughie. She hadn’t done anything for him to hate her but he believed that anyone that was a Supe was bad. That simply wasn’t true but Billy didn’t see that. Starlight and Y/N were part of The Seven so that made him even more skeptical of them.

He watched with hatred as Y/N laughed at something Frenchie had said. Her smile was sweet and her laugh was adorable but Billy hated it. She wasn’t scared of him but found him to be a dick. He wasn’t nice to her at all. Everyone else was nice to her but him. “Will you cunts shut the hell up?” He asked, annoyed. He got up and walked to his bedroom. Y/N watched him as he walked away. Wondering why he hated her so much. She sighed and got up to go to Kumiko’s room.

The two were the only ones up, awkwardness filled the room as she entered the kitchen. He tensed up and sighed not wanting to be around her. She saw this and frowned. She opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice and went to grab a cup but couldn’t reach it. Billy watched her struggle to grab the cup. “Hey, can you grab the cup for me please?” She asked him. “Use your super powers.” He tells her and walks away. “I don’t have that kind of power.” she said but he was gone. She sighed and put the orange juice away. 

“Are you coming?” Hughie asked. She shook her head. “No, I’m tired.” She yawned. “You’re coming with us. You aren’t staying here by yourself.” Billy tells her. “Butcher-” MM starts but Billy interrupts “I don’t need a Supe destroying the place.” She stood up from the couch so fast. “What is your problem with me?” She asked, glaring at him. “You’re a fucking Supe, love. Ain’t that obvious?” “I haven’t done a damn thing to you.” She growled. “Yet.” He growled back. “I get that Homelander hurt you but that’s not an excuse for you to blame the rest of us.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about little girl.” “What he did to your wife I know that-” “DON’T TALK ABOUT MY WIFE YOU DIRTY FUCKING WHORE.” He yelled at her.

The silence was all through the room as they stared at each other. “You can act like ya hate Homelander and Vought but deep down inside you’re a no good piece of shit just like the rest of them. If it wasn’t for everyone else in this fuckin’ room you wouldn’t be here. Everyone knows I don’t want you here, I want you to fuck off.” He growls. Her eyes filled with tears as he degraded her in front of everyone. “Cat got your tongue?” Billy asked her, smirking. She didn’t say anything. She just walked away and out of the apartment, everyone calling her name. 

Tears streamed down her face as she walked to the Vought towers. The words Billy said to her replayed in her head like a record player that was broken. She hated that his words affected her this much. All she's ever been was nice to him but look where that got her. She walked in the towers and to her room where she collapsed on the bed and cried. That was until she heard a big crash. She got up confused as to what could be going on. Maybe Homelander was throwing another tantrum. Gosh she hated that cunt more than anything. She chuckled at herself for using that word in her head. Fucking Billy, always using that word. The loud crashes continued and she sighed and changed into her suit. She got down to where the noises were coming from and gasped.

The Boys and Homelander were fighting. “Oh my god.” She whispered. Homelander turned towards her. “Y/N hey. Come here to help?” Homelander asked. She looked at him. “What is going on?” She asked walking up to them. “Oh like you don’t know. These assholes are trying to take us down.” He said. “Homelander whatever you’re doing you need to stop.” She told him. He laughed. “You don’t think I know.” He turned to her. “You don’t think I know that you’ve been helping them.” He growled and walked closer to her. She took a step back. He grabbed her by her neck and choked her. “Homelander.” Starlight yelled.

“You dirty whore, you really thought I wouldn’t find out that you’ve been helping them.” She squirmed as he had her off the ground. “Fuck you.” She choked out. He squeezed her harder making her gasp out. Starlight hit him with her powers, making him drop Y/N. She gasped out, catching her breath as Homelander and Starlight fought. She got up to help Starlight fight the bastard. Billy kept shooting at Homelander but that wasn’t helping. “Let em go you cunt.” He yelled at him. Homelander turned to Billy ready to laser him. “No.” Y/N yelled and jumped in front of Billy making the laser hit her instead. Everyone gasped as Homelander lasered her. 

She fell down and Billy dropped to his knees cradling her in his arms. “You saved my life.” He whispered to her as she looked up at him, breathing hard. She smiled at him. “Not all Supes are bad, huh?” She asked, making him roll his eyes. Her body was healing the wounded stomach. “Guys I can’t hold him much longer!” Starlight yelled as her, Kumiko and Homelander kept fighting. Y/N gained enough energy to get out of Billy’s arms and help. Queen Maeve had turned up to help them. In the end Homelander was bloody but not dead.

He was wounded badly as the girls watched him. He glared at them and flew back inside the towers. Y/N turned to the group and looked at them. “Why the hell were you guys fighting Homelander?” She asked. “Well we came to find you and he happened to be here.” Hughie said. She shook her head and laughed. “You guys shouldn’t have.” She told them. “Well we were making Butcher apologize.” MM said. Y/N looked at Butcher. For once,

He didn’t have the deadly stare and hate towards her. “Yeah these Cunts were going to make me but I’m not being forced to now.” He said. The others took that as que to walk away leaving the two. “I’m sorry for being a cunt to you, luv. You didn’t deserve any of the words that I said to ya. You saved my life and I owe you for that.” He said. She walked up to him with a smile. “I’m glad you realized that all Supes aren’t bad.” She said. 

Ever since then they have been on good terms. Butcher no longer hated her and even had feelings for her. But he planned to never tell her, thinking that she wouldn’t like him after all the things he said. He was wrong, she had feelings for him as well. But they were stubborn about these feelings and everyone around them knew. “Y/N tell him.” Annie would say to her. “Billy, you should tell her.” Hughie said to the man.

They both would shake their heads and say that the feeling couldn’t be mutual. But when she got up and went into the kitchen Billy was there and with her glass of OJ. “Thank you.” She said and took the cup with a smile. “Figured you would like some.” He said and she laughed. “I do, every morning.” She said and took a sip. Billy stared at her as she enjoyed her drink. She looked beautiful. Her hair was a mess and she didn’t have any makeup on but looked like a dream. She noticed that he was staring at her.

She set the glass down and looked at him. “Ya got a staring problem, Butcher?” She asked with a smile. He chuckled and smiled. “When you look as beautiful as ya do, luv.” She walked closer to him with no words. He stared at her as she reached up and cupped his face. She gave a small smile and he kissed her. His hands pulled her body closer as they kissed. She wrapped her other arm around his neck, standing on her tippy toes trying to deepen the kiss. That made him chuckle into the kiss. He lifted her up onto the counter making her gasp.

He took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. They heavily made out as her hands rubbed up his chest. His hands moved up her long shirt and massaged her boobs, making her gasp into the kiss. “Billy, maybe we shouldn’t fuck on the counter.” She said. “You’re right. You deserved to be fucked properly, on a bed.” He said, making her moan at his words. He picked her up and ran to the bedroom dropping her on bed making her laugh. Maybe Supes aren’t bad after all.  

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@steddiemas week 3 - Eggnog, Baking, Sweater, Pine

rating: T | words: 1,670

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The feeling of Steve’s lips on his cheek haunts him for days after Steve helped him decorate.

Every time he looks at the tree, every time he sits down on the couch, hell, if he even looks at that damn spot in front of the couch, he can feel Steve’s kiss.

And now, a week later, he’s on his way to Steve’s house to help with his decorating.

“You’re abnormally quiet.” Max says, startling Eddie out of another round of Steve Kiss Reminisce (good thing too, as this one had started to push on past the first chaste cheek kiss into Steve lips on his neck, his collarbone, his ches—), “Hello?? Earth to Munson?”

“Shut up. Sorry, What?”

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

“The next campaign.” he answers immediately.

She squints at him from behind her coke-bottle glasses, “Uh huh. Sure you were.”

“I was! Gotta figure out this new royal character…”  he argues, pulling into the Harringtons’ driveway, “He can’t just be any ol’ Joe Schmoe.”

Max scoffs as Eddie shifts into park, unbuckling her belt at the same time she’s opening the door. “Yeah okay.”

Eddie swears he hears her mumble something else, but it’s too quiet. Something that sounded a lot like “As if it’s gonna be anything but a Steve clone..” but that couldn’t be.

He follows her to the front door, catching up to her when the door opens in front of them. 

“Wow, it smells great in here.” Max says, marching through the door like she owns the place

“Steve’s been baking since he woke up,” Robin says, ushering Eddie through the door behind her, “He’s super excited about this cheesecake recipe he found, and has been making truckloads of gingerbread.”

“And roast!” Steve calls as Eddie wrestles his boots off his feet without untying the laces.

“And roast,” Robin echoes, “It’s been taunting me with its smells for the last four hours.”

Steve emerges from one of the kitchen doors as Eddie finally removes his boots, a mug in each of his hands, “Eggnog or hot cocoa, Ed?”

Eddie about folds at the sight of him. Maroon sweater today instead of the yellow one that haunts both his dreams and nightmares, plain white apron tied snug to his waist, fuckin’ flour smeared on his cheek and in his hair..

“Nog me up, big boy,” he says, super chill-like, reaching for the mug that isn’t streaming steam into the air.

Steve snorts a laugh and passes him the mug, ushering him and Robin back into the living room after Max.

The living room looks like Christmas threw up all over it.

The tree is only maybe a third of the way built, one of those put-together-yourself artificial trees that, given how wide around it is even now, will certainly be close to scraping the ceiling by time it’s fully assembled.

There are boxes and totes and shiny tinsel garland strewn about everywhere, green gold and red ornaments that have many a’dollar on his and Wayne’s similarly colored collection, and an already impressive length of popcorn and cranberry garland that three of the boys are working on on the carpet.

Well, Lucas is working hard on it, Dustin seems to be helping by lining up the next pieces on the floor in front of Lucas (popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, cranberry, popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, cranberry..), while Mike sneaks handfuls of the stuff into his cheeks.

Robin plops onto her usual spot at one end of Steve’s couch, picking up a long mass of crinkled ribbon as she does, and Max sits in the recliner at one end of the room, taking the mug of hot chocolate Steve hands her once she’s settled.

“Joyce will be here with El and Will soon, and roast will be done in a couple hours so chop chop on that tree.”

None of the boys acknowledge him, so Eddie takes it upon himself to. “You got it boss, where do you want me?” 

He busies himself with shedding his hat and jacket, completely missing the spluttering cough Steve does before responding. “You wanna help Mike finish assembling the tree?”

“On it Jefe,” Eddie says, spinning on his heel to salute Steve, following the spin around again to look down at Mike (still on the floor). “Let’s go Micycle, up and at ‘em.”

With plenty of colorful commentary, he and Mike manage to snap the monster of a tree together in almost no time at all. 

The hooked ends of each branch are passed up to Mike on the ladder once it gets too tall for either of them to manage, and, in a bit of trivia that only Eddie is privy to now, Mike similarly gets entranced by ‘fixing’ the branches as Steve did with Eddie’s tree.

Robin’s gotten all the wire-edged ribbon un-crinkled, Lucas and Will are finishing up the last few feet of the garland, El and Dustin took on the task of laying out the ridiculous amount of lights and checking for blown bulbs, and Max has moved to the center cushion of the couch in order to lay out all the best ornaments and check that they all haven’t lost their hooks.

So, once the ladder is no longer needed, Eddie leaves Mike to his fluffing and moves to sit beside Max in Robin’s vacated spot closest to the tree.

This also gives him the perfect sightline to the kitchen where Steve is contentedly flitting about all over the kitchen, back and forth from sheets of cookies to the still simmering roast, and back again with a new colored frosting in hand.

Back and forth, back and forth, Eddie watches Steve move around the kitchen with the practiced ease only someone overly familiar with a space could have. Shit, if Eddie tried to move from one spot to the next like that in his kitchen? Well, one, there’s not that much room in his, but more imoportantly, he’s barely ever got a clue where one thing is on any one day, despite Wayne insisting he puts everything back in the exact same place.

…Whatever. All that to say that it’s quite entertaining, like watching him dance…

Should he join him? He could picture it sure, sliding into the room and being so familiar with the place that he and Steve have become one fluid machine.. 

Before his imagination has gone too far off the deep end (the Harringtons’ kitchen definitely did not just morph into a cramped and dingy but well-loved kitchen of a two bedroom apartment in Chicago, (he lies)), Eddie’s attention is yanked back with a sudden sharp tug at his hair.

“Ow! What the–” Eddie reaches to where the few strands had definitely been pulled free, only to find several somethings hooked into his hair. “What are you doing?”

He turns, and Max looks almost offended that he’s protesting. “I’m decorating the tree.”

”You may be blind, but you know damn well I'm not a tree, Maxine.” Eddie grumbles, trying to pull out the baubles and wincing when a hook gets stuck.

Instead of helping, Max hooks another ornament into his hair. “Might as well be with all the pining you’re doing.”

Eddie freezes, looks over at her, and sputters out a high pitched “What are you— no I’m n— he– I–” then leans in closer, “Again, I reiterate, you’re blind.. How the fuck do you know that?”

“You’re too quiet.” she shrugs, “Except the sighing. You’re doing a lot of sighing.”

Okay, fair, “How in the hell’d you know it was Steve?”

She gives him a shit eating grin.

Aw shit..

“I didn’t.” she grins, and Eddie’s mortified, but before he can even say anything, Max continues on with, “I’m kidding dude, I knew it was Steve. You always start sighing like a wife awaiting her husband’s return from war whenever he isn’t around; it’s even worse when he is…”

Eddie goes quiet for three whole seconds. “Well, I’m outta here.”

The others look up from their tasks “Wait, what?” Lucas asks at the same time Dustin says, “Eddie? Where’re you going?”

“I have to go lay down in the middle of the road before the 5:30 bus comes along.” he says, already at the door and tugging on his sneakers. “I’ve only got 3 minutes to get down onto Main Street.”

“Wh–”

“It comes down Cornwallis at 5:35, might be simpler to go there instead” Max calls after him

Eddie snaps his fingers and points in her direction, “You’re a real one, Mad Max. Well, It’s been great guys, but I’ve been embarrassed past the point of no return, and as such, I must never return. Aideau.”

He gives a fake little bow to the protesting gremlins and turns to the front door, only to find Steve standing against it, his arms crossed and face scowling.

“There will be no getting run over by buses on my watch, Munson. Get back in there, dinner’s almost ready.”

“...I don’t think the apron’s helping your tough guy schtick, Dingus.” Robin calls, very obviously trying to stifle laughter.

Steve ignores her, “Quit being so dramatic, Eddie, the ornaments aren’t that bad.”

Eddie forgot about the things to be completely honest, but Steve steps forward from the door, grabs him by the shoulders, and spins him back toward the still tinsel-covered mess of a living room, “Now get back to it, I’d like to have my tree done before Christmas.”

There’s a teasing tug at his hair, a shift of clothes, then one of Steve’s arms is wrapping over his shoulder and holding out a newly freed ornament for Eddie to take.

He does, and with a little nudge, Eddie’s back in the living room and Steve’s heading back to the kitchen.

There’s a short pause, Robin still doing her best not to laugh, the boys are thoroughly confused, then Max says, “Can I borrow that garland when you’re one with it? I just thought of a much better use for it.”

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[megamindsecretlair]

Sunday

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, multiple uses of the n-word, refer to female anatomy as "she". You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, breeding kink if you squint, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Mentions of drug use and drug dealing, allusions to violence and murder.

Summary: You usually visit your grandmother on the weekends but manage to cross paths with Tyrone one day and your life was forever changed.

Word Count: 3,025k

A/N: You ever get an idea you just can't get out of your head? This was me with this fic and I had too much fun writing it! John Boyega got no business being that damn fine and I am absolutely feral. Enjoy my brain rot. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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Tyrone knew that you didn’t want to mess with no banger. It was only by accident that you two even met. You were visiting your grandmother early in the afternoon. You usually went on the weekends, early in the morning to watch her stories with her and then you were long gone by the time Tyrone rolled out of bed and headed to the corner store.

You happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped to check on her. She was doing fine as usual, except she wanted some ice cream. As always, you told her to get her sugar down and maybe you’d sneak her something. She always managed to find the little piece of candy in your pocket. It was your secret and it didn’t hurt. 

As you were walking out of the house, Tyrone pulled up blasting music with the windows rolled down. He caught you looking and gave you one of those fuck boy smiles. Licked his lips and looked you up and down. You intended to ignore him. But hell, you weren’t blind. 

He had gotten out of the car lazily. Swinging his legs out of the car and stretching a bit, showing his stomach as his black shirt rode up. He walked up to you confidently and held out his hand. 

“Tyrone,” he said. No other words, no other fake ass compliments. Just his name because he was that damn cocky. 

You shook his hand and gave him a polite smile. You told him your name and he rolled it around his tongue. “Pretty ass name,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes. “How many little girls does that work on?” You had asked him. 

He nodded and shrugged. “A few, I ain’t gon’ lie,” he said. 

“Good, ‘cause I’on like liars,” you told him. 

He put his hands in the pockets of his sweats and eyed you up and down once more. He took in the horror movie on your T-shirt. “You watch that shit?” 

“I wouldn’t wear if I didn’t,” you told him. 

From there, it spiraled into Tyrone waking up just a bit earlier to see you come out of your grandmother’s house. He’d give you shit about whatever was on your T-shirt for the day. Sometimes, you’d wear something wild just to see what he’d say. 

“Pussy: Push until she screams yes?” Tyrone read your shirt and burst out laughing. He was so damn sexy. From his cornrows to his big, sexy ass lips, and his deep voice. It was hard not to crush on the man. But you didn’t want to. You didn’t want all the drama that came from his world. Not like he made it fuckin’ easy to resist him. 

He was always finding ways to touch you. Whether it was to get your attention, push you, poke you, or pull you closer by your shirt. “I’m just trynna read it, damn!” He’d say and pull you too close where you knew damn well he couldn’t read that shit. 

The heat of his body was like a furnace. Like touching a hot stove. LA was already fuckin’ hot this summer. The sun wasn’t pulling punches and neither was Tyrone. 

“Come chill for a bit,” he’d say. 

“Boy bye, I’m not coming in there with you!” You’d tell him. 

It was cool. He’d try again the next time he saw you and the time after that. Your crush got so bad that you were starting to linger if you arrived before he got up. If he wasn’t sitting on the porch when you pulled up, he was definitely sitting on it when you got out. He’d wait patiently for you to visit with your grandmother and he’d ask how she was doing. 

Your grandma used to tell you about the nice young man next door. She was always dropping hints about that nice boy who helped her with the groceries sometimes. You thought it was just some punk kid looking for a favor. But to actually meet Tyrone…yeah, you kind of got it.

He was the perfect mix of hood, toxic, and a good man. You didn’t know how it was possible. He probably had a couple of bodies on the gun hanging out of his backside. You couldn’t help but notice it every time he turned around. You were already staring at his juicy ass. The gun made you uncomfortable for a variety of reasons. The chief among them being that at any point, his ass could be taken out by other hood muthafuckas on the block. 

That one fact kept you from ever getting too close. It was hard to tell your heart that. The poor idiot just wanted him. So you always found some excuse to leave or bow out. You’d blame it on meeting up with your friends or your parents or work. 

Tyrone just gave you that same cocky smirk and he’d tell you he’d miss you. He’d watch you walk away and get in the car. You’d feel his eyes on the back of your head. 

“Come chill for a bit. And don’t give me no shit about work or whatever. I know yo ass lyin’,” he said.

“I’on like lying,” you told him. 

“Then give me a good reason why you won’t come inside,” he said. He stared at you intently, daring you to contradict him or give him a lame excuse. 

“I don’t fuck with bangers,” you told him. 

He’d playfully roll his eyes and wave you off. “I don’t even bang like that,” he said. 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Sometimes he’d be out here with his friends. You knew dope dealers when you saw them. They were constantly passing bottles and pills back and forth with all kinds of people. Getting money in exchange to do whatever the hell he did with it. Probably spent it on some girl he was fuckin’. 

You weren’t jealous, by much. You’d seen the way he walked. That nigga was cocky for a reason. And you wanted no parts. Okay, maybe some parts. 

He finally tugged on your hand and led you inside of his house. You were expecting it be gross or filthy. But it was surprisingly clean. He had a couch and some chairs, minimal artwork, and the kitchen was decent. He had a flat screen TV on turned to some game. 

He sat down on the couch and pulled you close until you were snuggled up against him. “I’m not fuckin’ you Tyrone,” you said.

He laughed and shook his head. “That’s yo nasty ass mind in the gutter. I just wanted you close to me,” he said. 

“Mhm,” you muttered.

His phone rang and he picked it up. You couldn’t hear what the other person was saying but you knew it was a woman. You smirked at him while he looked at you. “I’m a little busy,” he said to the person. 

The person began yelling and Tyrone hung up the phone and tossed it onto the glass coffee table. 

“Who was that?” You asked with a smirk. 

“Shit, I’on know,” he said. 

You shook your head. “You probably got a girl for every day of the week,” you said. 

“I’m just missin’ Sunday. You free?” He asked.

“Boy, shut up!” You laughed. You stole his remote and flipped through channels until you landed on a thriller you love. You caught it near the beginning and you told Tyrone what he needed to know to catch him up.

“I can’t believe you don’t watch TV. Like…everyone watches TV,” you said. 

He shrugged. “I just don’t watch it like that. I got shit to do,” he said. 

“Yo ass just like sitting outside to see what you can get into,” you said. 

“I just like watchin’ yo pretty ass,” he said. 

You sighed and twisted your lips at him. “You already know that shit don’t work on me, Tyrone,” you said. 

He chuckled and pulled you closer. You were already so close to him. You could smell his clean, soapy scent mixed with weed. He kissed your cheek and smirked at you. “I been seeing you round here for weeks. I see the way you look at me,” he said.

“Like you crazy?” You asked.

“Naw, like you trynna see what this dick can do for you.”

You choked on a laugh and slapped at his stomach. It was solid under your hand. Not super thick with corded muscles but he had some meat on him. Strong, capable, tough. “Now who’s got the gutter mind?” 

He pinched your shirt and released it. “How many licks does it take?” He asked. His voice was low and rusty. It sent tingles up the back of your thighs. You shifted in your seat and tried to lean off of him but he held you to him. Not giving you an inch. 

“Tyrone…” you warned him. You didn’t want to start this shit. But he looked at you like he was trying to eat you for dinner. He licked his lips and looked at your eyes, your cheeks, your lips. His hand roamed over your bare legs, exposed in your cut off shorts. So what if you wore it just for him? It was harmless. Until his fingers played with the distressed hem. 

“Let me see what it taste like,” he said. 

Your pussy contracted and you felt yourself getting wetter. You were always wet whenever you spoke to him. Some days, after seeing him, you’d go home and take care of yourself. You’d even set the mood. You’d replay the conversation and his flirting while running a bath. Setting up some candles. Laying on your bed and using your vibrator as you came just to the image of him in your mind. 

But it paled in comparison to feeling his body next to yours. His fingers on your thigh and his arm around your shoulders. He leaned down and captured your lips in his. His juicy lips were wet and hot and he sucked on your bottom lip. Your kisses were loud and sloppy and you wiggled on the couch trying to find some relief.

“Let me see what it taste like,” he said again. 

“Ain’t yo momma at home?” You asked.

He shook his head. “She don’t never come out her room. Her TV too loud, she won’t hear shit,” he said. 

You scowled. The last thing you wanted was to meet his mom with your ass up in the air getting pounded by her baby boy. He saw the look on your face and smirked. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his room. It fit him. There were posters on the wall and his clothes strewn about. He picked up some of it off of his bed and closed his bedroom door. 

Then he was back to kissing you and running his hands over your ass. He squeezed and kneaded the globes of your ass and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands grabbed his shirt and yanked it off of him, finally giving you an entire view of his body. Fuck, he was so hot. His sexy brown skin was lickable. Your ran your hands greedily on him. 

Tyrone slipped your hoodie off your shoulders and then unbuttoned your shorts. He pushed it and your panties down your legs. Then he got rid of your shirt and bra until you were standing buck ass naked in his room. 

You reached for his sweats and he batted your hand away. “Get on the bed,” he said.

“Who the hell you talkin’ to like that?” You asked.

Instead of answering, he grabbed you and pushed you onto the bed. You bounced as you sat down. You opened your mouth to say something but he grabbed your legs and pushed them as far as he could. 

He studied your wet pussy and the way you contracted as he looked. He smirked and looked at you. “Needy little fuckin’ pussy, ain’t she?” 

You gasped and huffed out a laugh. He got to his knees and ran his tongue down the crease of your fold. He moaned. “Goddamn, you taste fuckin’ good. But how many licks does it take?” 

He was quoting your shirt again. Your hands were braced behind you to keep you upright. Your chest bobbed up and down as you started to hyperventilate. You had imagined him between your legs for weeks. Too cowardly to say anything to him. You hid behind the “I don’t fuck with bangers” line. You were sure that little bit of armor was all you needed to resist Tyrone. If that were true, you wouldn’t be moaning at the sight of him kneeling before you.

His nose nudged your pussy lips and he inhaled. “Fuck,” he whispered before kissing you there. His tongue darted out and he began to lick you, kiss you, suck on you until you were a whimpering mess. 

Your legs were shaking as he tongue fucked you. “Oh fuck, oh shit, Tyrone. Fuuuuck,” you moaned. You leaned on one hand while you dug your nails into his hair. 

“Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me,” he said. He stared at you, almost angrily, as he went back to eating you out. 

Your stomach was on fire as pressure built low and steady. He flicked the little nub until you were sobbing and cumming on his tongue. He leaned up with that signature cocky grin. Your juices were all over his mouth and chin. He wiped it away with his hand. 

“Got a nigga sprung over here,” he said. “I wanna see what else this pussy can do,” he said. He drew down his sweats and his cock sprang free. 

It was long and thick and your eyes widened. “Where the hell you gonna put that?” You asked. There was no fuckin’ way that was fitting inside of you. It was truly a one-eyed monster. Thick and veiny. The head was already leaking a little bit. 

He grinned as he stroked himself. “Sit yo pretty ass back,” he said. He didn’t wait for you to comply. He pushed on your stomach until your back hit the bed. He grabbed your fleshy thighs and yanked until you were half hanging off of the bed. 

He wrapped your legs around his waist as he dipped his cock inside of you. There was already a slight burning and you moaned. “Fuck, Tyrone. You’re too big,” you whined. 

“Suck it up, ‘cause this finna be my favorite spot,” he said. “Shit, this all mine now.” 

You laughed but it turned into a gasp as he started to work himself inside you. He pleasantly stretched you out as he gave shallow strokes to wet his dick with your arousal and make him sliding in easier. 

Then, he added his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You clenched around his dick and he moaned. “Just like that,” he said. He continued to rub circles, making you relax and take all of him. He still hadn’t bottomed out, but he was starting to increase his strokes. 

“I knew this fuckin’ pussy was gonna be good. I ain’t know it would be this good,” he said. His voice was low as if he weren’t really talking to you. Your nails grazed his stomach as you tried to push him away. You didn’t want him to stop, it just felt so fucking good to finally have him inside of you. 

He grabbed your hand and slammed it onto his bed. He leaned over to do it, so he was driving in a little deeper. 

“Shit, I think I can go deeper. What you think?” He asked.

“There’s…no…way…” you said in between gasping and moaning. 

He licked his lips and winked at you before increasing the intensity of his strokes while slowing down the tempo. He shoved in once and then twice and he seemed to unlock some hidden level inside of you because he did go in a bit deeper. 

“If you keep on, I’m gonna…fuckin’...shit…” You were close to cumming and his finger on your clit was making you dumb. Boneless and shivering. You couldn’t think, let alone say anything. 

The unexpected slap to your titties half woke you up. You couldn’t focus on him. He was fucking all common sense out of you. He pulled on one nipple before leaning down and suckling it into his mouth.

It was like a straight shot of desire straight to your pussy. You clenched around him and he moaned around your nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth, running it back and forth.

You came with his name on your lips. You didn’t care who heard you. There was noway to hide what ya’ll were doing in here. The whole block could hear you and you didn’t care one bit. The orgasm tore through you, ripped through you; it sent you into another fucking dimension where you lost all sense of self. There was just his dick still slamming inside of you.

Your vision winked in and out and your eyes rolled back. Is this what dying felt like? Complete bliss and peace unlike you had ever known? Tears slipped from your eyes and disappeard into your kinked hair. 

Tyrone grunted as he pounded a few more times before spilling his cum inside of you with a string of curses. He pumped you full until you were near bursting with his cum. 

“I’ma put a baby this pussy and keep you forever,” he said. He collapsed on top of you and you giggled while he kissed his way up your chest. He kissed the top of both your titties before kissing your neck, your ear, your jaw, and finally your lips. 

You were still joined and he rocked a little bit. You groaned. You were riding a fine line between pleasure and pain. 

“Naw, I’m gonna keep you,” he said. He grinned and kissed you. You were too fucked out to speak. To think. To register what just fucking happened. But you wouldn’t mind being kept by him. 

You’d keep him too. 

[saintsir4n]

DRUNKEN MISTAKE

where carson finds herself in an unfamiliar place.

WARNINGS: mature content

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“Oh fuck!” Carson exclaimed, waking up to see Brian’s sleeping ass next to her. She shook him and until jumped up like there was a fire. “What the fuck happened?”

“Sonny — you scared me. Why did you shake me like that, just get back to bed,” Brian’s morning voice was even deeper than she remembered. She had to snap out of it and more importantly get out his bed.

“We slept together, what was I thinkin’?” She hissed, pulling the sheets up to her chin, ignoring his tender gaze.

They were both naked and yet he was acting like it wasn’t a big deal… when it was a big fucking deal.

He tried to move closer, “It’s okay.”

“This is not okay, nah, this is far from okay.” She stumbled as she stood up, stuck between letting go of the sheet and tossing on a random piece of clothing that was already on the floor, “I was supposed to stay say from you. Do better be better, but I’m so fuckin’ naive god!”

“You’re not naive, you were drunk, we were drunk and it happened. It was good, better than good, great like it always was,” the images of last night that flashed through his head had him grinning like an idiot.

Carson scoffed, “Stop smilin’ this ain’t a good thing.”

“And why isn’t it? You enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t,” she lied.

His face fell, “Bullshit, the way you were screaming my —“

“ — stop it brian —“

“ — name, drove me crazy, hell the damn houseboat could’ve capsized,” he called out as she found her underwear and put it on, and quickly threw the sheet back at him, hoping he would cover up.

But the fucker didn’t.

“Shut up and help me find my shit. This isn’t a good thing. This is so fucked. I fucked the guy who ruined everythin’” she panicked, looking for the rest of her clothes, neglecting to see the anger forming on his face.

“Stop sayin’ that.”

She turned to him, half naked, “What? That you broke my heart, lied and messed with my head just for a job! It’s the truth.”

He stood up, “And you don’t think I’m not payin’ for that? The girl I love looks at me like a villian.”

“Stop sayin’ that,” she hissed, heart racing at his confession.

A year had gone by and he was still claiming he was in love.

“Why? ‘Cause you know that’s not a lie.” He shook his head when she tried to deny the truth, “And neither is this,” he motioned between them, they looked a hot mess, but she was gorgeous beyond compare. “Last night proved it. We might’ve been under the influence but you know it sure as hell was warranted. You wanted me, I wanted you. It was the truth back then and it’s the truth now.”

“Brian…” she trailed off, wanting to avert her gaze but remembered he wasn’t wearing a damn thing.

“Now there’s some shit going on today. I know you don’t wanna get caught up in it. I don’t want you two either but you need to stay with Suki and Tej. I can’t have you gettin’ hurt.”

“More police shit?”

“It’s Verone,” he opted to say, “Monica will be with him.”

“I don’t care about your new piece.”

His eyes doubled in size, “She’s not —“

“— I’ll be gone before she comes back. I promise. Now help me find my shit,” she pushed her braids away from her face as she scanned the badly lit room.

“Carson,” he tried reaching out but she backed away, “listen to me. Nothin’ is going on between me and her, nothin’.”

“I saw the way she was around you,” she huffed, shaking her head at his confused expression.

“And how was that?”

“It was the same way I was,” she confessed.

Monica looked giddy, whether it was steal or not she knew that was the Brian affect.

“But that doesn’t mean I like her. I never did,” he stated, hoping he was getting though to her.

“It was all a job right?” She pressed, and he stupidly nodded, “Like with me.”

“That’s different,” you’re different.

“Sounds the same,” she shrugged, “Just feel sorry for the girl.”

“For the love of god,” his voice rose, pinning her to her place, “Carson it’s not the same! None of this is the same. The only thing that hasn’t changed is my feelings for you. You’ve got me on the hook and you haven’t let me go, believe that. I love you so much, I wouldn’t be able to move on. So no, Monica is Monica. And if she’s flirtin’ with me, I shut it down.”

Carson didn’t know what to say, and that made her angry. Angry because she had dozens of things ready to say when she first saw him, but all that went out the window when she had some liquor in her system. Drinking with Brian used to be fun, and yesterday proved that it still was. But mixing feelings with alcohol was never a good thing.

“Okay.”

He reeled back at her response, “Okay? Just okay, after all of that?”

“What do you want me to say?” She rolled her eyes, “Brian you’re not wearin’ clothes, which means we’re not supposed to be havin’ this conversation.”

He tutted, “Fine, later, we have the conversation you’ve been avoiding fully dressed.”

“Don’t I get a say?” She threw out of her arms.

“I’m not gonna let you avoid it anymore. We’ve been going back and forth for months. And I’m not lettin’ you slip through my fingers again.”

The sincerity in his eyes made hers soften.

“You won’t stop tryin’ will you?” She breathed out, as he grabbed some boxers from the ground and put them on.

“Never,” he admitted, smiling slightly now he was getting through to her. “Shit will be goin’ down later today. So I promise when this shit with Verone is done for the day, we’ll talk. No alcohol, no sex, just talk.“

She raised a brow, “Just talk?”

“Just talk,” he promised, closing the distance between them.

She could feel the heat radiate of his toned body. She wanted to sneak a peak but she couldn’t give that easily… again.

“Okay,” she agreed, biting her lip.

“Good.” He wore a shit eating grin, “Now, you wanna come back to bed or you leavin’?”

It was 6am and she sure as hell wouldn’t go out at this time, not in Florida, nor would he let her so she nodded.

She bit on her bottom lip as she looked him up and down, “I guess I’ll come back to bed.”

He lowered back on to the bed and teased, “You want another round to help you sleep?”

“Shut up, you ain’t that good,” she snorted, falling next to him.

He laughed, “Now, who’s the liar.”

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[shieldofiron]

Cry Me an Ocean (Runaways)

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Co-written with @discodeviant and also on ao3

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Steve and Billy have been just hooking up for months now, and Billy cries pretty much every time they have sex. He tells Steve it's automatic, he can't help it and Steve thinks it's kind of cute, after he gets over the initial panic.

He cries when Steve presses kisses into the back of his neck while he rolls his hips into him, cries when he goes down on Steve, lets Steve brush the tears away with his thumbs. And he cries when he’s inside Steve, presses his face into the crook of Steve’s neck and groans when Steve tells him how good it feels.

So when Billy's making plans to leave town at last, he goes over to Steve’s for one last time. He knows they aren’t dating so he promised himself he won’t say anything. But in the heat of the moment… he doesn't want to cry, because he doesn't want to close his eyes and miss this moment.

He just looks down at this… boy, who he can’t bring himself not to care for, and even though his eyes burn, he holds back, praying Steve doesn't mention it because then he'll cry harder than he ever has. He just couldn't take it if Steve knew how he felt, he'd just rip in half.

Steve brushes the curl off of Billy’s forehead, and presses a kiss to the cheek that’s normally wet with tears. He can tell something's going on. Something's not clicking and he hates that he doesn't know what it is and can't figure it out. Steve’s been feeling it since the moment Billy waltzed through the door. But he doesn’t even know how the hell he could start to figure it out. Because how the hell could he? They fuck and Billy cries, he doesn't know anything else about the guy.

Afterwards he holds Billy and he decides… fuck it, "I never thought I'd say I missed the crying. You ok?"

Billy tries with everything he has to keep his voice even, "Yeah, pretty boy, I'm good."

But he's not good at all and it's really obvious. His voice cracks, and he's trembling. Steve rubs his back gently and Billy doesn't want to fucking leave, but he knows he has to. It's killing him because he was so sure… and now he's torn all to pieces because he let himself get attached.

Steve just rubs his back and whispers, "You know... I'm more than just a big dick... I have pretty big ears too... good for listening…”

Which makes Billy laugh, which makes him really cry.

"Yeah you do have pretty big fuckin' ears." He touches one and just fucking loses it because he's never been intimate with somebody like this, where he just wants to know and hold every itty bitty detail even down to Steve’s ears.

Steve just kisses his tears away, “So, who am I beating up?”

 "Me, because I'm fucking stupid." California bound and leaving the one person he's ever actually fallen in love with. Fuck, he's really done it now.

Steve just laughs, "Aww, i'd never beat you up. Like you too much."

Billy can only look at him, at his rumpled hair in the dim room, and think, it'd hurt less than leaving you.

But he can’t completely bring himself to say it. Not now, not when he feels like he could shatter from another soft word.

He’d planned to leave in the morning but he falls asleep under Steve’s soothing touch and wakes up in Steve's arms and in the morning light. And it all seems even stupider than ever.

Steve wakes a few moments after Billy sits up and tries to take a few deep breaths to calm himself, and swipe at the tears that have escaped down his cheeks.

Steve reaches a hand out and brushes Billy’s side, “You slept ov-”

“I’m leaving.”

“Well, it’s kind of early, but yeah, you don’t have to stay,” Steve pulls back and runs a hand through his hair.

“No. I’m leaving Hawkins.”

Steve inhales, "You're leaving?"

"Shit, Steve, I don't know anymore--"

"For how long? Where? When?"

Billy cries harder, burning his face in his hands and trying to stifle the noises.

Steve just frowns, "Damn. And I was going to ask you to go to California with me."

Billy freezes, but tears keep rolling down his face.

"I was thinking in the fall," Steve shrugs, "When it starts to get cold. A-as friends... or... I dunno... anyway, you know all the spots to go."

Billy exhales shakily, and turns to look at him. Steve’s so… everything. So plain yet overwhelming, curled up in his navy sheets with his morning breath.

"Friends. Yeah, alright.”

But it's dripping with sarcasm and they both damn well know it, and it's quiet for a while. They're still sticky with sweat but Billy's still there, he hasn't left yet, and he asks, "Would you really come with me?"

Steve reaches out, tentatively, and pulls Billy back into the bed, back against Steve’s chest.

And Billy has to whisper, "It has to be now. Today. My Dad's gone."

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The next time Billy cries is when Steve lays him down in the motel bed in Nebraska.

Billy thinks he's being selfish about the whole thing because he wants– needs– Steve so fucking badly. And yeah, maybe it's the most insane and reckless thing Steve has done in his goddamn life, but he needs Billy too. So, Nebraska for a night. Then Nevada, and that's when Steve cries.

Billy stops riding him, shaking hands digging into Steve’s face, "Is it home? Do you want to go back? I wouldn't have–"

Steve just swipes at his face and lays a hand over Billy’s, "Nah. I just realized I'm in love with you. It's cool."

Billy just looks down at him for a moment, bleary because he's starting to cry too, and everything's slowing down. Steve is fucking beautiful inside and out, and Steve is in love with him, and Steve is at a motel with him in Reno-fucking-Nevada because he wanted to go with him. So he leans over and kisses the fuck out of Steve, and they're both crying. Billy starts riding him again all slow and overwhelmed but it's the best night either of them have ever had.

Billy doesn't think too much about saying it back because he's not the best with words like that, but by then he bets that Steve likes to hear those things out loud. So when they're worn out and snuggling up for the night, he gets real close to Steve's ear and whispers, "You know I'm in love with you too." 

Steve nods. "Yeah, man. You ran away with me. You love me so bad"

Billy snorts, hiding his face in Steve's neck, "Shut the fuck up"

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When Billy sees the ocean again, he doesn’t cry. He just looks, hand folded into Steve’s. He doesn’t cry when the sun sets, and they sit on the beach until it turns cold.

But that night, when Steve pressed him against the door to their little cheap motel room, and kisses down his throat, he chokes on a sob.

“We did it,” Steve murmurs against Billy’s clavicle. “We did it.”

Billy grips Steve’s shoulder, plying his fingers through the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck.

“You’re free, Billy,” Steve whispers, “It’s okay.”

Billy can’t help it. Same as loving Steve, he can’t stop himself from crying. It’s automatic.

[penncilkid]

Final installment of my Sam/Milo rambles (1st and 2nd installment), I have a written out dialogue-esque scene of their first meeting! Is this a fic? If you squint, kind of? (/lh). But I figured this would be enjoyed so here you are:

[Set-Up: First time Milo and Sam meet, on Solaire property. Context is shortly after Halloween 2020, aka Fred/Bright's turning] /// (Note: "her" is in reference to Maia, my Darlin OC)

Milo, crossing the grass to approach the entrance: *huffs, mumbling* A'ight this is the last lead for the night... Otherwise, I'm goin' home after this shit...

Sam, guarding the entrance of WonderWorld: *narrows eyes, whispering* Who the fuck is tryna come 'round here at this hour...?

S: *uses his speed to move, stopping inches in front of Milo* I can tell your empowered so I'll tell you once: Get lost

M: *scoffs* Yeah nah, that ain't happenin', cowboy

S: Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear 'nough the first time *steps closer, glaring* Get. *Lost.*

M: Look asshole, ya wanna tell me what to do? *Fuckin' trance me then.* Otherwise, I ain't goin' nowhere till I get answers to my fuckin' questions

S: *snarls* Who the fuck do you think you are, pipsqueak? Going 'round, demanding shit while you're on a vamp's territory—

M: If ya think a pair of fangs is gonna scare me, try a-fuckin'-gain. Now are you gonna give me some answers or are you gonna keep me wastin' my time? Cuz if that's the case, I’ll take this shit to William myself *sidesteps Sam*

S: *grabs Milo's arm, shoving him back* I'm sorry, in what backwards world would my king waste his time talking to some wannabe runt—

M: Call me that again and I'll tear your throat out. *jerks his arm free*

S: *laughs, smirking* Oh so that's your lil sore spot, huh? Mad bout what you see in the mirror? Newsflash, bitch: Puffing out that chest of yours doesn't make you the big bad wolf. I don't answer to you and neither does William, *so scram*

M: *runs his tongue along his teeth, letting out a low laugh* I swear to fuckin' God, if I find out you had a hand in her gettin' attacked, I'll rip the tongue out of that smartass mouth myself—

S: Aww, *is the puppy mad now?*

M: *growls, yanking Sam down by the front of his shirt* Listen here, you Southern style blood guzzling piece of shit. I don't have time for this bullshit, is this Quinn fucker somewhere around here *or not?*

S, eyes darkening at the mention of that name: Why the hell are you looking for him?

M: I'm asking the questions—

S: *shoves Milo back, standing with clenched fists* Don't make me ask again, *what do you want with him?*

M: Tch— *dusts his shirt off* Fucker hurt someone close to me, I'm lookin' to return the favor

S: *scoffs* He hasn't been back here in days— And if he had been, I would've ripped him a new one myself. So you're wasting your time.

M: Then tell me where to find him

S: *glares* I don't gotta tell you jack shit

M: What, you coverin' for him or some stupid shit? Why the fuck do you even care—

S: Because I'm still cleaning up the messes that bastard left behind and don't need you coming in and adding your mess into the fold

M: Wait... No fuckin' way— *starts laughing* Wow, so *you're* the dipshit who let two unempowereds get turned on your watch? God, William really knows how to pick 'em—

S: *Watch your fucking mouth—*

M: Make me, bitch. Or better yet, why don't ya move out of my fuckin' way already so I can talk to someone worth a damn

S: If you think I'm gonna be intimidated by some puppy barking at my goddamn feet—

M: Oh fuckin' barkin's gonna be the least of your concerns when I shove my foot up your—

—*Car door closes in the nearby distance*—

Vincent: *speeds over, stopping next to Sam* Hey, Sam. Is there a problem or...?

S: *gives Milo a once over* Nah, nothing’s up, Vin. In fact, our canine friend here *was just leaving.* Ain't that right?

M: *glares* Tch— Fuck you.

S: Aww, bet a bitch in heat would want that, huh?

M: *You little—*

V: *steps in between them, letting out a nervous laugh* Um— Perhaps you could come back another day if you still have business to handle here?

M: ... Fine. *turns on his heels*

S: Keep that tail tucked between your legs next time

M: Kiss my ass! *walks off towards his car*

S: *waits and watches him pull off* You know that guy, Vincent?

V: I don't think so...? Not personally at least.

S: Hm...

V: Do you think he's a threat to the clan?

S: Nah, s'not that... Just keep an eye on him if he shows his face again

V: Okay. I'm gonna check-in with Will now

S: Alright, I'll talk to you later *glances over his shoulder, watching Vincent for a moment before looking out at everything*

S, mumbling: Annoying fucking wolf...

[eugenedebs1920]

I can’t picture a scenario where I hate someone so much I’d sell my country down the River. I can’t picture a situation where I’d relinquish all my principles to spite someone. There’s no circumstance where , just to get at somebody, I would forego my values. There’s nothing you could offer me for my self respect.

That’s what the Republican Party and MAGA have done. MAGA, and their hatred of anyone who does better in life than themselves, which is pretty much everyone who isn’t MAGA, have sold our nation out. They have handed the keys to the car to the drunkest person at the bar. They have pushed the cart over the edge it once balanced, and off in to the a watery grave below it goes. Goodbye America, thanks for everything.

I suppose Woke deserved it. Fuckin pricks and their want for equality. Damn Woke and their wanting justice. Justice for the climate, justice for the middle class, justice for everyone, like that damn allegiance we used to take. I got an idea! Let’s put the worlds dumbest fake billionaire, you know the guy who says “you’re fired”, yea that feller with the yeller hair implants. That’s the guy we should have for president.

It’s hard to imagine being that stupid. It’s by design. Why do you think the majority of red states have the lowest rankings in education. To manufacture a bunch of idiots as a reliable voting block.

Maybe we should put that feller with the big forehead, that guy from Florida, if wrap around shades were a person, Matt Gaytes. That there guy would make a good attorney general, whatevet that is. How bout that other guy, with the voice sounds like here been gargling broken glass. Definitely department of Health. Perdy much, if they ain’t qualified to run it, put em in. It’ll make for one hell of a season of the prentise…

Then you got these cowards like Lindsey Graham. There’s been times I almost feel bad for the damn guy. Trumps got him so tightly wrapped around his finger I can’t breathe. His counterpart, Tim Scott, he’s almost worse. It’s all he can do to not call Trump…. Anyway… He’s pathetic. Got snubbed again by Trump for a cabinet position.

Rick Scott! No one has ever looked the part of Nosferatue better. Hollywood couldn’t have made a better batboy from the National enquirer. Guess we do know what happened to him now. Him and Ron Sanctimonious are in Florida circle jerking to a piece of trumps suit he pretended to almost get assasinated in.

What a joke!

I’m not a deeply religious man but. The end of days may be near. I should find some cardboard to write on so I can warn everyone!

[peedie]

". . . bands like Blondie, Talking Heads, Television- they all get lumped into the punk rock genre, because they were all playing at CBGB’s at the same time that punk rock was beginning to emerge onto the scene. But what you gotta understand is that nobody called themselves 'punk’ at the time. The label was applied retroactively, by the media, and later by streaming platforms. Are you listening, V?"

"Mhm."

"They were influential in the scene, sure. But you listen to Marquee Moon or the Disco Song and tell me what that shit has got in common with punk rock."

"Mm-hm. What’s CBGB mean?"

"Country, BlueGrass, and Blues. Obviously. It was in the mid 1970’s when what we would call punk rock really started to gain traction, starting with bands like the Ramones. It was partly inspired by girl groups-“

"Girl groups, eh?"

"Oh yeah. Big time. Girl groups dominated the airwaves in the late fifties and early sixties. The Ronette’s, the Shangri-la’s, what have you. Everyone in the scene loved girl groups. And why not? They had it fuckin’ figured out. 4/4 time signatures with catchy three-chord melodies. So simple, yet so brilliant. Leaders of the pack, if you will."

"That had the cadence of a joke. Was that a joke?"

"Forget it. What's important is, punk took that, and then made it go harder and faster than music had yet seen to that date. But because it was so also damn simple, it was the kind of shit that would make anybody who saw them perform think, hey, I could do that. And then a lot of them, they did."

"Damn that’s crazy."

"You're damn right it was. That was probably the single greatest thing punk itself brought about, by the way, if you ask me- the DIY ethos. "

"Hm."

"Xeroxed zines. Trading self-produced seven-inch singles. No getting fucked around by a record label. Just normal, everyday people using their limited means to make serious and influential work. You didn’t even have to be good at playing your instrument, as long as you said something that was real.

"Hmmm."

"I showed you the Misfits already, right? Pioneers in the 'horror punk' genre."

"Uh, maybe. I think I’ve seen their tee shirts."

"Yeah, I bet you fucking have. Well, supposedly Glen Danzig wanted to be a comic book illustrator, but I guess he didn’t have what it took to be a professional or something, because he started a band and designed all their graphics instead. I mean, he straight-up stole the Crimson Ghost, which is probably their most recognizable piece of iconography, from an obscure comic from the 40’s. Whatever. But he silk screen printed their band merch by hand in his mom’s basement- which is fuckin’ awesome, if you ask me.”

"Mm.”

"Ian MacKaye, though, is the first guy that comes to mind when you talk about American DIY attitude- he was the granddaddy of the DIY scene, over in DC."

"Oh shit, I think I remember this. Straightedge, right? The archivist-type figure."

"Very good."

"Who’s boyhood friends with. . . Henry Rollins."

"Correct."

"Who was also in the Misfits, right?"

"No, he was in the Rollins band, dumbass. Among others. Henry Rollins just has multiple prominent Misfits tattoos is all. God. Are you even paying attention? This is important."

"I'm in Hell, for the record. This is Hell for me."

[warringwarrioridiot]

"They was asking for it"

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ASKING FOR?? A BIG FAT BASEBALL BAT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL AT FULL SPEED MAX ISTG

Mfs like this need to take a long walk off of a short cliff cus if I EVER catch them I'm gonna commit some good old fashion homicide.

If you say things like "You should've enjoyed it" or "at least you got some" I'm tracking your IP and shoving ten cacti in your anal hole and/or vagina.

"game is game 🤪"

You need to shut your ketchup stain, Junkrat main, micro brain, aluminium chain, ankle sprain, CHOCOLATE RAIIIIN, with your runny nose dirty toes lick hobos cOwAbUnGa BrOs, Dude, I want you to look at your entire life. All your life choices. And tell me when you had an original idea in your brain. Your ass got kicked out and disowned and you started aggressively tapping the home button on your IPhone "Oh, help. Why is it not working?". YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE IS LIKE A NARUTO FILLER EPISODE, MY BOY! YOUR PRANKS ARE AS REPETITIVE AS THE AD "Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Whopper" YOUR BRAIN IS JUST AS REAL AS THE LOVE YOUR PARENTS HAVE FOR YOU! YOUR GRANDMA GAVE BLING BLING BOY A LAP DANCE FOR PAY DAY. Wait hold on! *Punch punch punch* GIVE ME THE MONEY YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST ROBBED YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST HIT A LICK ON YOUR GRANDMA, HOW DOES THAT FEEL?! SHE POOR AS HELL NOW! YOU PUT A BALLOON ON YOUR HEAD AND THOUGHT IT WAS A DURAG! YOU LIKE RONALD MCDONALD FROM OHIO! "HEYA KID! YOU WANT A BIG MAC?!" WHEN YOU WALK DOWNSTAIRS YOUR WHOLE HOUSE STARTS RUMBLING! YOU BRING THE POWER OF EREN YEAGER AND 37 COLOSSAL TITANS DOWN YOUR STAIRCASE! AFTER YOU EAT DINNER YOU EAT THE PLATE AND THEN YOU EAT THE TABLE AS WELL! CHOMP CHOMP! YOU RENT OUT THE GAP BETWEEN YOU TEETH AS A PARKING SPACE FOR ANTS! YOU LOOK EMO ASF "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY LAST RESORT! SUFFOCATION! NO BREATHING!" LOOK AT YOUR NOSE YOU HAVE TWO MARIO PIPES COMING OUT OF YOUR HEAD! YAHOO! LET'S A GO! THEY MADE A SEQUEL TO FINDING NEMO BASED OFF YOUR ASS CALLED "LOCATING CHROMOSOMES! IN THEATRES THIS JULY!" YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A RAT LIVING UNDER YOUR BED IN A PRINGLES CAN! YOU POSTED AN INSTAGRAM STORY ABOUT A JAMAICAN CRICKET GIVING YOU A LAP DANCE IN THE BACK OF TOYS R US! YOU TORTURED AN ANT BY TYING HIM TO YOUR BUTTHOLE AND FARTING ON HIM! I HAVE MORE ROASTS YOU KNOW! YOUR GRANDMA IS A DARK SOULS BOSS CALLED "THE WRINKLE!

EW NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THERE IS NO WAY! THAT THIS... OLD ASS FART WRINKLE IS TALKING TO ME IN SUCH A DISRESPECTFUL MANNER. YOU KNOW IT'S ACTUALLY KINDA SAD YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO BE A GRANDPA NOW BUT INSTEAD OF ADVANCING YOUR BIOLOGICAL CHAIN YOU'VE INSTEAD SPENT YOUR DAYS ALONE IN YOUR ROOM READING HITLER MANIFESTOS AND COSPLAYING AS A FUCKIN' NEO NAZI. SO MANY YEARS AND SUCH LITTLE ADVANCEMENT. No seriously! Seriously I find it amusing THAT YOUR PENCIL PENIS DONKEY KONG BARREL BUILT LOOKIN' ASS WOULD ASSUME THAT I EVEN REMOTELY CARE ABOUT A SINGLE ONE. NO NO NO FUCK THAT. A SINGLE SYLLABLE OF THE VERBAL DIARRHEA GARGLE THAT'S COMING OUT OF THE DUSTY SARLAC PIT YOU CONSIDER TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU MY FACE?? YOU WANNA SEE MY FUCKIN' FACE??? BITCH SHOW ME YOUR FUCKIN' HAIRLINE CAUSE I KNOW THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE SPEAKING TO ME RIGHT NOW DRESSED UP AS A GOD DAMN DIABOLICAL BOY SCOUT. NAH LOOK AT THEM TEETH. BOY YOUR TEETH IN CREATIVE MODE. HELL NAH BOY STOP PLAYING YOU TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT. BRO THEY GOT FOSSIL RECORDS FOR EACH ONE OF YOUR FAT ROLLS. NAH STOP PLAYING WITH ME BOY I CAN'T TAKE YO ASS SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DRESS UP LIKE A GODDAMN MEDIEVAL TERRORIST. BRO IS ABOUT TO SHOOT UP HIS OLD FOLKS HOME WITH A CROSSBOW AND A FUCKING TREBUCHET. YA YEET DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM! SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP. WHAT THE FUCK? A HE AHHH EEEEE SHUT UP BITCH. YOU WANT ME TO TURN ON MY CAMERA? YO DICK BUILT LIKE A INVERTED BANANA. YO FOREHEAD CRACKED UP LIKE THE AFRICAN SAVANNAH. I CAUGHT YOU AND YO SISTER BUTT NAKED LAST NIGHT. SWEET HOME ALABAMA. FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WHAT IS YOU WEARING WITH YO GODDAMN HONEY WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT? NAH BOY LOOK AT YO ROOM, YO HOUSE DIRTY AS HELL. YOU GOT FOUR SEWER RATS IN YO BATH TUB RIGHT NOW FLOATING ON TOP OF A PIZZA BOX SINGING. "YO HO THIEVES AND BEGGARS". LIKE SHIT, BOY I CAUGHT YOU HAVING AN EMOTIONAL CONVERSATION WITH YO TOE NAIL LAST NIGHT. WE COULD'VE BEEN SUPER STARS REMEMBER WHEN WE AS JACKING CARS. YOU AND YO TOE NAIL WAS GOING TO BE THE DYNAMIC DUO. BITCH YOU WAS GONNA BE IN AMERICA'S GOT TALENT SWINGING THAT SHIT AROUND LIKE A FUCKING BOOMERANG. SHUT YO STUPID ASS UP. BRUH I CAUGHT YOU JACK SPARROW RUNNING AROUND YOUR HOUSE WHILE YOUR DAD WAS TRYING TO BEAT YOU WITH A TOILET PLUNGER LAST NIGHT. COME HERE BOY! SHUT YO ASS UP. BITCH EVERYTIME YOU TAKE A SHIT THE GAME OF THRONES THEME SONG STARTS PLAMMERING IN YO HOUSE.BUM BUA BUM BUDUM BUM. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRUH.

Are you getting mad?

Are you getting mad?

DAMN You getting mad now! Cuz yo Legal name is Ledenhouser Strogenberg. Nah don't be Smiling now boy You ain't slick Boy! I caught you in the locker room after gym class Frantically wiping yo armpits down With a kleenex While tryna smell good For the girls In the hallway. OI ZOINKS! I GOTTA- I GOTTA HURRY UP. SHUT YO ASS UP YOU LIKE A DIABETIC TOASTER STRUDEL. YOU UGLY AHH AS HELL. YOU GOT THEM BIG ASS HUMPTY DUMPTY PANTS ON BRUH. YOU USE A FRUIT ROLL UP AS A BELT TO HOLD UP YO BUNG DU BUNGLA. Shut yo ugly Ass up You got Mineral deposits In your Belly button. You dumb As hell You thought Google drive Was a brand new Taxi service. Bitch yo Grandma Threw a Rage spell On the kitchen floor And started Smacking you with A weiner schnitzel. Shut yo ass up You a Diabolical Special needs Student. Boy you was In the back of a Short bus Maniacally Planning How you was gonna Take over Your school.HMMMMM YEAHHHHHHHHHH It will be MINE! Shut yo Ass up, Boy I caught you Butt Naked Playing gorilla tag With a mouse in your Kitchen. Yo ass Be sliding around The counters Like a paraplegic Frozone. Gotta Catch 'em ALL! Shut yo ass up With yo "I got a feeling Ooooooooo!" Everytime yo Grandpa Tickles yo Butthole. Shut yo Stupid ass up You thought the One chip challenge Was sticking a Hot cheeto Up your buttcrack. Ok! Here we go Everybody! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Shut yo Dirty ass up Get yo ass on bruh.

It's actually so fucking sad these people still exist in 2024.

Istg misogynists and forced birth extremists and rapists are the most atrociously ugliest love-lacking idiots.

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I rest my fucking case, your honor. Kill every single one of these people before I do it myself.

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Against the Tide - Thirteen

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Previous Chapter: Twelve | Next Chapter: Fourteen

Summary:

"I... don't know," she confesses. "I thought that maybe... you might not be happy if you knew I'd seen you that way."

"What way?" He peers closely at her, studying her face.

She shrugs, looking briefly away from him. "Sad. Vulnerable... jealous and hurt."

He expels a chuckle. "Yeah, well now you know."

“Know what?” She turns to look back at him.

“All the shit I hide from ya when I’m sober,” he exhales.

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“Well,” Silvio says, “I guess this ship isn’t a worthless piece of shit after all.” 

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth about my ship,” the Captain growls. It has noticeably less fury behind it than it would normally, Daisy notes. She wonders if it’s because he’s preoccupied with being worried about Olivia. “I told you we’d catch up to this bastard, didn’t I?” 

The Prince looks worried too, Daisy notices. His face is scrunched up into a scowl, and he’s fidgety. 

If she weren’t so worried about Olivia herself, she might think it was cute, the way these two tough men are both clearly wound up about her Lady’s safety. 

“He’s stoppin’,” Grimmjow observes, watching as the Sea Queen furls its sails. “The hell is he doing?” 

“They’ve clearly spotted us,” Silvio murmurs. He turns to face the Captain. “Could they be waiting to ambush us?” 

Grimmjow seems to consider his question. “Don’t think so. It’s not like we ain’t been in firin’ range for a while now.” 

“How do you know that?” Daisy asks. 

He turns to her, his hard gaze softening a bit as he speaks to her. “See, his ship’s near about the same size as the Hellcat,” he explains. “Means he’s got cannons about as big as hers. If mine could fire from here and reach him - and they can - stands to reason the same’d be true for him.” He pauses. “He ain’t fired yet, which means one of two things.” 

Silvio raises his eyebrows. “What?” 

“Either he’s waitin’ for us to make the first move, or he ain’t plannin’ to make a move at all.” 

Daisy chews her lower lip anxiously. “Captain… which do you think it is?” 

“I’d bet it’s that he ain’t plannin’ to make a move at all,” he tells her honestly. 

“And what makes you so sure about that?” The Prince looks skeptical, but there is nothing in his gaze to suggest that he disagrees with the Captain. 

“Like I said, he’s in firin’ range. If he really wanted to hurt the Hellcat, he’d have fired by now. He ain’t. And he knows we won’t fire ‘cause we don’t know where Livvy is and whether firin’ at the Sea Queen would hurt her.” 

Grudgingly, Silvio has to admit that the pirate makes a good point. He says nothing to this effect aloud, however. “So what now?” 

Grimmjow turns to him with a smirk. “Can’t sneak up on him,” he starts. “So we may as well go up and greet him proper, get right next to him and find out if she’s okay.” 

-- 

The noon sun is high in the sky by the time the Hellcat gets near enough to the Sea Queen for Olivia to see them. 

Jarron Barnes is standing next to her, his shoulders tense and drawn up. “I have half a  mind to tie you back up,” he tells her quietly. 

“Why?” She turns to face him. “Do you really think I would make a run for it?” 

“You might. The calvary is in sight, isn’t it?” 

It makes her sigh. “It’s a shame that I’ve been stuck on this damned boat with you for seventeen days and you’ve learned next to nothing about me.” 

“I know plenty about you,” he laughs. “Just not the things you thought I’d learn.” 

Olivia doesn’t want to launch into a discussion about what he thinks he knows about her, and so she keeps her mouth shut. 

“So who’s it gonna be - the Prince or the Pirate?” Barnes goads her. “Will they duel to find out which of them gets to rescue you?” 

“You really are insufferable,” she mutters. “I have half a mind to ask him to fire at you anyway.”

“I see I’ve touched a nerve,” he laughs. 

Olivia ignores him. 

--

“Come on,” Silvio says to Daisy once the sails of the Hellcat have been furled. He grabs her arm. 

“The fuck you think you’re goin’?” 

“Down to the local tavern at the bottom of the sea,” Silvio replies sarcastically. “Where the fuck do you think I’m going? I’m boarding that ship.”

“The hell you ain’t,” Grimmjow shakes his head. 

“Oh? And who’s going to stop me?” 

The Captain steps in front of them. “Like I said before,” he starts, his voice low and quiet, “you need to stop actin’ like you’re the only one with a personal stake in this. We came as a team.” 

Silvio’s blue eyes flash dark. “As far as I remember, the only agreement I made was to stay out of your way. I’ve held up my end of that bargain, now I’m asking you to do me the same courtesy.” 

“And I agreed not to kill you,” Grimmjow’s own blue eyes narrow. “So far I feel like I been pretty generous in puttin’ up with your shit, but my patience ain’t everlastin’.” 

“Um,” Daisy says nervously. Two sets of angry blue eyes look down at her. It unnerves her, but she inhales deeply to calm herself. “I do think,” she starts, “that we should talk about it before we… before we do anything.” 

As always, Grimmjow is the first of the two to concede to her. “You got a plan?” 

She thanks her lucky stars for the soft spot he has for her and takes another deep breath. “What if I went aboard the Sea Queen… alone?” 

Silvio looks perplexed. “Why the fuck would you do that?” 

Daisy tries not to flinch at his tone. He’s just worried about Lady Olivia, she reminds herself. And it’s making him sound more upset than he probably is. “Because I don’t think they’ll try to hurt me,” she explains. “I’m just a lady’s maid, not important to this mission at all. And they might be more willing to let me see Lady Olivia than one of you.” 

“And what you plannin’ on doin’ once you get aboard?” Grimmjow asks her with genuine curiosity. 

“First, making sure she’s alright,” Daisy asserts. “That they haven’t hurt her in any way.” Her mouth turns down into a soft, pensive frown. “They’d probably let me talk to her in private. And I can…” She trails off. “I can check places on her that maybe nobody else would see.” 

The moment the words are out of her mouth, she regrets it. Both men look absolutely livid. 

“I’ll fuckin’ gut anybody---” Grimmjow starts, just as Silvio says, “That son of a bitch---”

“It’s just a precaution,” Daisy quickly interjects, waving her hands frantically to stave off the onslaught of swears she’s sure is coming. “The point is that I think I should go because they won’t see me as a threat,” she goes on, flashing them both what she hopes is a reassuring smile. “If one of you goes, well… they might immediately go on-guard.” 

They both fall silent. The Captain seems to be considering it; the Prince merely looks put-out. 

“I promise I’ll be careful,” she adds helpfully. 

Grimmjow turns reluctantly to Silvio. “She’s got a point,” he says.

The Prince shrugs. “I’m surrounded by fucking idiots,” he mumbles. 

“Listen.” Grimmjow leans down to look her in the eye. “I dunno about the pretty little prince here, but I’m only willin’ to let ya go under one condition.” 

Curious, she looks back up at him. “What’s that?” 

He reaches behind him, pulling a sheath out of his belt. “You take one of my guys with you, and take this.” He hands the sheath to her, placing it in her palm. 

Daisy looks down at it. In his hands, it’s a dagger. To her, it feels and looks like a greatsword. “I don’t know how to use this,” she protests. “I fear I’d only make things worse if someone attacked me.” 

“Just make sure the pointy end goes inside ‘em,” he laughs, “and you’ll be alright.” 

Uncertainly, she looks over at the Prince. He shrugs again. “So once you figure out whether or not she’s alright, then what?” 

“I-- I didn’t think that far ahead,” she admits. 

Surprisingly, this makes him laugh. “Fine then,” he says, when his laughter has subsided a bit. “Why don’t you send us a signal?” 

She nods, rummaging in her apron pocket. “What about this?” She asks, pulling her yellow handkerchief out. “If everything is alright, I’ll wave this.” She pauses. “And Lady Olivia will know what to do after.” 

--

“Daisy, thank goodness.” Olivia folds the girl into her arms once Daisy is safely onboard the Sea Queen. She pulls back a little to look at her. “Are you alright?” 

“I should be asking you that, Lady Olivia,” the girl smiles. 

“I’m fine,” Olivia answers, waving a hand dismissively. “Why on earth would they send you over here?” 

Daisy shakes her head. “They didn’t,” she answers proudly. “I volunteered to come.” She peers up at Olivia closely once more. “Are you sure you’re alright?” She asks again, concerned. “Did they hurt you?” 

“They didn’t, and I’m fine,” Olivia assures her. She watches, flummoxed, as Daisy pulls a bright yellow handkerchief out of her apron pocket and waves it in the direction of the Hellcat. 

“Our signal,” the younger woman explains at Olivia’s look of bafflement. “I told them that if you were alright, I would wave this so they could know.” 

“I’m sorry to leave you stuck with those two,” Olivia laughs regretfully. “I’m sure they must be a handful.” 

Daisy offers her a sheepish smile. “I was going to tell you they aren’t, but I think you’d probably know I was lying.” 

“Well, you’ve managed to keep them from killing each other,” Olivia points out. “So you must be doing something right.” She glances over at Jarron Barnes, who is watching them from a short distance away. 

“A touching reunion,” he remarks dryly. His next words are addressed to Daisy. “Now that you’ve seen with your own eyes that she’s alright, you’re going back to the Hellcat.”

“What?” This comes from Olivia. “Why would you send her back when she just got here?” 

“Because she’s going to deliver a message for me,” Barnes replies. “Tell the good Captain to put his best mate in charge and bring himself over here.” 

Olivia and Daisy both look at him in shock. Behind them, the young man the Captain has sent with Daisy - Kenny is his name - shifts uneasily. “Beggin’ yer pardon, but Cap’n don’t like nobody else steering the ‘Cat,” he speaks up. “It’s like his baby, y’know? Nobody touches the helm but him. ‘Less’n it’s some kinda emergency and he can’t.” 

“Then consider this an emergency,” Jarron Barnes shrugs. “As a matter of fact, you relay that message, Mr…?” He trails off expectantly. 

“Kenny. My name’s Kenny.” 

“Kenny,” Barnes repeats. “I’m entrusting this message to you, and I want you to relay it exactly as I tell you. Actually,” he goes on thoughtfully, “let me write it down for you. That way all you have to do is hand it over.” 

The two women exchange glances as Barnes pulls a small pad and a thin stick of charcoal out of his breast pocket. He scribbles something on the pad, then rips the page off and hands it to Kenny. “Tell him he has until sunset to get here,” Barnes declares. “If he’s not here by the time the last rays dip below the horizon, both these women go overboard. It’s written there, so you don’t have to say all of that,” he adds, his tone cheerful. “But the sunset bit? Make sure he knows about that.”

--

“Why him?” Olivia asks a few minutes after Kenny has begun rowing back to the Hellcat. “Why the Captain?” 

Barnes looks shrewdly at her. “Because I know he won’t insult my intelligence by throwing money at me in an attempt to fix the problem.” 

“No, but he’ll throw something else at you, I’m sure,” Olivia murmurs under her breath. Daisy fidgets nervously beside her, and she flashes the younger woman a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.” 

--

It is late afternoon when Olivia notices the activity on the Hellcat. For lack of anything better to do, she has spent most of the morning showing Daisy around the Sea Queen, and now the two of them are standing on the upper deck, watching as Grimmjow and Kenny lower themselves into a boat and begin rowing. 

“He’s really coming,” Daisy breathes. 

Olivia would love to tell the girl that she’s surprised, but she isn’t. She has known all along that Grimmjow would rather leave his precious, beloved ship in the hands of another man than to risk anything happening to Olivia. 

It is a testament to how much he cares about her, and the thought is responsible for the lump in her throat. “You idiot,” she mumbles. “How many times are you going to come to my rescue before you get tired of it?”

“What was that, Lady Olivia?” Daisy’s voice startles her out of her thoughts, and she turns to look at the lady’s maid. “What did you say?”  

“It was nothing,” she smiles. “I guess I was just thinking out loud.” 

--

As expected, Grimmjow is incensed. 

The second he sets foot on the Sea Queen, he closes the distance between himself and Jarron Barnes in a few short strides. The rest of the world, Olivia thinks, is moving in slow motion. She knows what is going to happen before it does, but she cannot get her feet to move quickly enough to stop it. 

She is only halfway to Grimmjow when his fist smashes into the other man’s face. 

Olivia has seen - and doled out - her fair share of punches. She knows enough to know that Grimmjow pulls his punch at the last second, very likely to avoid breaking Jarron’s jaw. Still, the sound of his fist hitting the other man’s face sounds overly loud, even in the noise of the bustling ship. There is a moment of quiet, a hush just as Olivia reaches the Hellcat’s captain. “Grimmjow,” she says softly, her hand on his arm. 

He spares her a brief glance, but his attention turns back to Barnes very quickly. “If you ever threaten me again, you son of a bitch,” he starts, his voice steely and unforgiving, “I will cut your fuckin’ intestines out and feed ‘em to the birds while you watch.”

Olivia’s heart is racing. She’s sure Barnes will retaliate in some way, and she fears what he will come up with. To her surprise, he simply shakes his head and puts a hand on his jaw. When he speaks, there is obvious pain in his voice. Still, he manages to chuckle. “Just as I thought,” he slurs. “Your soft spot for the lady is still there… and even better, your propensity to kill a man is still there, too.” 

Grimmjow opens his mouth to respond, his eyes flashing with what can only be described as murderous intent. Olivia tugs urgently at his sleeve, and finally he turns to her again. He looks positively worn out; there are dark circles under his eyes that not even his tanned skin can hide. He looks haggard, as though he hasn’t eaten or slept in days.

“You’ve been running yourself ragged,” she observes, reaching up and letting her fingertips caress his face. “All on account of me. I’m sorry, Grimm.” 

Despite how tired he looks, he grins down at her. “Couldn’t let this bastard show the Hellcat up, now could I?” 

She bites back a sob, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his shirt. 

He lets her hold him closely that way for a minute, then gently pulls her away from him to get a good look at her. “You hurt?” He asks seriously, his eyes darting up to Jarron Barnes. 

Olivia shakes her head. “No,” she tells him truthfully. “I was worried that I would be… but aside from the initial roughing up it took to get me here, I’m fine.” 

“She’s more than fine,” Barnes interjects, his words still slurred. “She’s living better here than some of my crew.” 

Grimmjow's gaze turns steely again. “So now what?” 

“Now we go to Vora,” Barnes says simply. “The way we were heading before you got here.” 

--

“I tried to talk him out of it,” Olivia tells him later, in her cabin. “I tried to convince him to let you catch up with us, let us take him to Clario where he could air his grievances to the King and my father.” She shakes her head sadly. “It was no use, though.” 

“And once we get to Vora?” Grimmjow raises his eyebrows. “What’s he gonna do then?”

“I don’t even think he knows,” Olivia admits. She sighs. “With the exception of placing himself on the throne as self-appointed ruler of Vora, what he wants isn’t unreasonable.” 

“Go on,” Grimmjow says, looking at her quizzically. 

“As we learned before, he wants independence for Vora,” she explains. “He wants it to have its own separate government once more, to regulate its own trade, taxes, and resource allocation.” 

“So…” Grimmjow pauses, thoughtful. “Vora the way it was thirty years ago.” 

“More like fifty or sixty years ago,” she amends. “The way it was even before Vora and Clario formed a partnership.”

“Is that gonna be possible?” 

“It can be,” Olivia replies slowly. “The whole reason Vora asked Clario for aid in the first place was because they lacked the technology and resources to do it for themselves. Now that things have progressed, they want their freedom back. They want to be able to say who they trade - and don’t trade with. They want to mine their own minerals and choose how those minerals are used, whether it’s selling them to other countries or keeping them to further advance their own technology. They want to be able to build their own ships with timber from the trees in the Voraen forests.” 

He looks surprised. “Yeah,” he concedes. “That’s reasonable.” 

“The problem is that he’s going about it all wrong,” Olivia sighs, “and for someone who claims to want to lead, he hasn’t come up with any tangible solutions to those problems. And between you and me,” she adds, “I don’t think he would make a very good leader anyway.” 

“Not if his plans involve kidnappin’ people to get his way,” Grimmjow mutters angrily. 

“Exactly,” she agrees. “Which is why I wanted him to come back to Clario with us and present his case before the King, like any sane human would. But he refused, and I don’t think threatening to start a war with a bigger, more populated country with a stronger military force is how he’s going to see the change that he wants.” 

He nods, mulling over everything she’s told him. 

“I’m sorry that you got tangled up in this mess,” she offers softly, her tone rueful. 

Stunned, he looks over at her. “You got nothin’ to apologize for, Sae,” he counters, his own voice softening. “It’s partly my fault you ended up here in the first place - you only went out that night ‘cause you were lookin’ after me.” He shakes his head. “A grown damn man, mopin’ around like some heartbroken kid and gettin’ shitfaced drunk like that. Oughta be ashamed of myself. And I am.” 

“Ah, so you do remember,” she surmises. “I was hoping you wouldn’t.” 

“Why?” 

“I… don’t know,” she confesses. “I thought that maybe… you might not be happy if you knew I’d seen you that way.” 

“What way?” He peers closely at her, studying her face. 

She shrugs, looking briefly away from him. “Sad. Vulnerable… jealous and hurt.” 

He expels a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, well now you know.”

“Know what?” She turns to look back at him. 

“All the shit I hide from ya when I’m sober,” he exhales. 

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You love the pirate, too. She curses Jarron Barnes for how his words are stuck on a loop in her brain. “Grimmjow…”

“You ain’t gotta say it,” he cuts her off. “Feels like you’re just gonna tell me somethin’ that’s s’posed to make me feel better but doesn’t.” He raises his pale eyebrows at her. “Am I right?” 

Had she been? She hesitates, thinking it over. “I don’t know,” she says finally, after a few seconds have passed. “I think I was just going to tell you how I feel.” 

Up to now, he’s been leaning on the taffrail, his eyes on the ocean in front of them. Now he turns around, his back against the rail and his eyes on her. “I’m listenin’.”

Olivia inhales deeply, letting the breath out on a slow exhale that gives her time to collect her thoughts. “I do love you,” she starts, her voice quiet. “I don’t know if I love you more or less than Silvio… or if I love you the same.” 

“Ouch. Way to stroke a man’s ego,” he chuckles wryly. 

She smiles at him, a little sadly. “I know it sounds horrible, and I’m sorry… but there’s no other way for me to say it right now. I’m still sorting my feelings out, and it’s much harder than I expected it to be.” 

“Guess I should be happy about that at least,” he jokes. “Means I’m still in the runnin’.” 

She reaches up, her thumb ghosting over his bottom lip. “You worked too hard,”  she gently scolds him. “And gave up command of your ship for me.” 

He nips at her thumb. “Would do it again if I had to.” 

“Why?” She shakes her head. “I don’t deserve that.”

“Wrong,” he smirks. “Sae… you know I’d go get the moon for you if ya asked me to.” 

Her eyelids flutter shut. Her heart feels like it’s bursting. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” 

Grimmjow looks at her again. “Yeah, maybe not,” he assents. “But what’s it you said before? I’m just… tellin’ ya how I feel.” 

It takes her a long time to be able to swallow past the lump in her throat and speak again. “I know.” 

--

“So… have you reignited the flame?” 

Olivia casts him a withering look. “I don’t know what you’re playing at here,” she starts, “but I don’t appreciate you doing… whatever it is you’re doing in an attempt to meddle with my personal affairs.” 

Barnes shrugs. “You seem to think I care enough about your personal affairs to meddle with them.” His tone is slightly mocking. It makes Olivia wish Grimmjow actually had broken his jaw - if for nothing else but to keep him from running his mouth. 

She says as much aloud. “I wish he hadn’t pulled his punch.” 

This makes him laugh. “As angry as he was, I was sure he’d pull his sword on me instead of just his fist. I’ve heard stories about him doing much worse to people for lesser offenses against him.” 

“I think you’re making a big mistake,” she opines, completely bypassing his statement. “I think you should go back to Clario and state your case to the King.” 

“I want this discussion to happen on my turf,” Barnes declares. “I want the Prince to see with his own eyes what Vora has the ability to do for itself.” 

“And I think that’s a great idea,” Olivia admits. “But you’re going about it all wrong. For Grimmjow, this is a minor irritation. But for Silvio - who’s serving as a representative of Clario in this instance - this is a lot more serious than just minor irritation. On top of that, you’re putting him in an incredibly difficult situation. Even if he sees the point you’re so elaborately trying to make, he alone doesn’t have the power to snap his fingers and magically make all your requests come to fruition.” 

“Maybe not,” Barnes shrugs, “but he can certainly go a long way towards convincing the rest of the powers that be.” 

She mulls over his words. “He isn’t going to be happy about this in the slightest,” she says finally. “And because of that, you may have just decreased your chances of success by an exponential number.” 

“That’s just a risk I’m willing to take.” 

It’s clear to Olivia that nothing she says is going to change Jarron Barnes’ mind. She sighs unhappily. “You may regret that.” 

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[sparkymalone]

Hello I am here with a random Kuzuhina drabble for you. I love them a normal amount.

(this one is not smut, sorry)

Hajime was definitely in trouble.

Fuyuhiko was explaining something, presumably about the resources the two of them were supposed to be collecting, but Hajime wasn't listening at all. Not because he didn't care, or didn't want to listen, but because he was too distracted.

His eyes were locked on the mole at the corner of Fuyuhiko's mouth. He watched the way it moved as he spoke, not absorbing any of the words.

Lately Hajime found himself more and more distracted by that damned mole. It was a perfect little beauty mark, accenting the yakuza heir's pretty lips. There was something almost erotic about its placement, something inviting.

But, of course, Hajime couldn't say anything like that. That was an incredibly weird thing to think about your friend, let alone to compliment them on. Hey, bro, your mole is looking especially erotic today. Yeah, no.

He hadn't even worked up the courage to admit his crush to Fuyuhiko. Telling him he thought his beauty mark was cute was a terrible idea.

Fuyuhiko's mole stopped moving, then twitched downward as the blonde's mouth twisted into a scowl, and - oh. He had stopped talking and was now glaring at Hajime.

The taller boy panicked, having no idea what his friend had just said. "Uh... what?"

"You piece of shit, have you been listening at all?!" Fuyuhiko snapped. "Why the fuck am I over here telling you about these dumbass flowers if you're not even gonna pay attention?!"

"Sorry!" Hajime quickly apologized, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm sorry! I just kinda... zoned out, I guess."

That didn't seem to help. "Well, why the hell are you zoning out while I'm talking to you? Am I that fuckin' boring to you?" Fuyuhiko glared up at him, and the way he frowned made his mole look so cute, oh no-

Before he could get carried away, Hajime quickly shook his head. "No way, you're not boring. I just got distracted by something. It's not a big deal. I'm sorry," he apologized again for good measure.

Fuyuhiko furrowed his brow. "Distracted? By what? You've been staring at my face the whole time."

Hajime wasn't sure how to answer that. He obviously couldn't tell him he was looking at his mole, but he also couldn't think of a good excuse. He stayed silent, desperately trying to think of something.

The blonde reached up to touch his own cheek. "Do I have something on my face? Is that it?" His fingers rubbed over his cheek and down to his mouth, and he was so close to touching the beauty mark, and Hajime really couldn't take this.

"...Your mole," he finally blurted. "I was staring at your mole." He winced. Now Fuyuhiko was going to think he was a weirdo.

Fuyuhiko blushed, touching the mole lightly. "Shut up," he snapped. "I can't help having this stupid thing! Don't make fun of me for it!"

Hajime's eyes widened slightly. "N-No, I wasn't making fun of you," he quickly corrected. "I was staring because it's so cute." Goddamnit, Hajime, his brain scolded.

The yakuza heir's flush darkened and he looked up at Hajime incredulously. "What?!"

"S-Sorry!" the brunette exclaimed, face also turning red. "That was weird. I'm so sorry. But, um... your mole is... kinda cute..." He trailed off, mentally berating himself.

Fuyuhiko was touching his beauty mark self-consciously, eyes scanning Hajime's face for some sign that he was joking. "...What the fuck are you saying? You like my stupid mole, of all things?"

Swallowing hard, Hajime shrugged. "Y-Yeah? I mean, that's not the only thing I like about your face." And yep, he was definitely going to get murdered. And no one would even find his body out in this random field.

The blonde lowered his hand slowly. "You... like my face?"

...Fuck it, he was going to die anyway.

"...Yeah. Your freckles are super cute. And your eyes are really pretty... A-And your lips are... Uh." Hajime paused, noticing that the look on Fuyuhiko's face wasn't quite as angry as he had expected. The blonde didn't say anything, so he kept going. "...Your lips are really pretty, too. Even when you do that little scowl you always do, your lips look-"

He was cut off as Fuyuhiko swiftly moved forward and grabbed him by the tie. He yanked him down to eye-level. "You better not be making fun of me."

"I'm not," Hajime replied earnestly.

Fuyuhiko made a frustrated noise, and then pulled the other boy into a kiss.

Hajime's brain immediately stopped working. There was no way his surly friend/crush was kissing him... right?

The yakuza heir pulled back after a moment, looking almost shy. "...I like your face, too."

The compliment was so absurd that Hajime wanted to laugh, but he was more focused on the meaning behind it. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." They stared at each other for a moment longer before moving back in, reconnecting their lips.

After that day, Hajime never shied away from telling Fuyuhiko how cute his mole was.

Just a little something I whipped up, no big deal. (That's why it's kinda pointless.)

Is this just me procrastinating on writing the top!Fuyuhiko chapter? ........LOOK OVER THERE! *dives into a bush*

[melis-writes]

Hello sweet Melis! I have a prompt idea for Sonny x Reader 🤭🤭🤭 If it's okay with you, can you please write a sexual scene where reader is very shy and insecure about her body, but Sonny comforts her and they end up having soft romantic sex?👉👈 Yes I'm a big sucker for love and romance! 😭Love you very much and send you lots of kisses 😘😘😘😘😚😚😚😚😚😚

But of course!! 😋❤️ My first Sonny x Reader request and I’d be more than happy to write it! Prepare for lots of fluff and of course, soft and loving sex. 🥵 Thank you for the request, lovely!! Finally got around to writing this sweet piece at long last. Lots of love and kisses right back at you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Laying over the scarlet, silk bedsheets with only the duvet half sprawled over your half-naked body, you gaze up at Sonny who slowly paces around the bedroom shirtless—smoking a cigarette.

“Well, baby, ya got your wish,” a grin spreads across Sonny’s lips as he blows out smoke around him. “Just you and me tonight, like we planned.”

“With the lights off this time too, maybe?” You blush, resting your chin over your first.

“Lights off?” Sonny raises a brow, moving towards the ashtray on the end-table next to the bed. “Feelin’ shy, baby?”

“Maybe,” you nibble on the corner of your lip, making eye contact with Sonny.

Sonny scrunches up his cigarette in the ashtray, ensuring its put out as he keeps his eyes over you. “Shy, huh? Well…” Straightening his posture, Sonny continues to gaze at you for a moment curiously. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna, baby—”

“It’s not that, baby,” you shake your head. “You know how much I’ve missed you this week, and you know if it was up to me we’d never get out of this room.”

“Right,” Sonny chuckles, beginning to unbuckle his leather belt. “But shy… Now that’s interesting.”

“How so?” Barely realizing it yourself, you pull the blanket further up your breasts to conceal yourself.

“Because…” Sonny moves closer towards the bed, throwing off his belt and letting it drop to the floor. “You and I both know you’re not shy, sweetheart. So what’s the matter? Hmm? Lights off and all?”

“Can you blame me?” You mumble under your breath.

“What?” Sonny furrows his brows in confusion, kneeling onto the bed, but it’s the movement of your hands clutching the blanket over your body and hiding yourself that gives it all away to him.

“I don’t know,” you frown back at Sonny. “It’s like… Sometimes I feel as if I haven’t come to terms with myself and I don’t know how to or anything. I barely want to see myself like this, I’m just…”

Your voice fades away as you lose your train of thought, noticing the concern growing in Sonny’s eyes as he listens to you.

“Nah, baby, no. Come on, no.” Sonny shakes his head, pulling you into his embrace on his side of the bed. “C’mere, sweetheart. Yeah, come ‘ere.”

“I feel gross, Sonny,” you admit, holding back your tears as you hug onto his chest. “I don’t know, it’s like I’m not good enough and—”

“Hey,” Sonny places his finger over your bottom lip, staring at you. “No, we ain’t gonna say shit like that. You and I both know it’s not true. It’s not.”

You shyly gaze away, remaining quiet as Sonny rubs up and down your back tenderly to comfort you.

“I know my woman like the back of my hand,” Sonny gives your waist a light squeeze. “And I have no idea what the hell you’re going on about. You’re beautiful, baby.”

Sonny caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand. “And I mean it. You’ve no idea how beautiful you are.  What, you wanna be like everyone else?” He raises his brows. “’Cause you’re the most unique woman I ever met—I don’t want anyone else but you, and that’s including all that you are and that you have.”

“Sonny…” The blush on your cheeks sting and intensify, becoming apparent to Sonny.

“I’m serious, baby,” Sonny steals a sloppy kiss from your lips. “You’re fine as hell, fuckin’ beautiful. Just beautiful.” He leans his head down, pecking little kisses over your collarbones. “Mm, all of you from head to toe, damn.”

You throw your head back, giggling from the sensation of Sonny’s warm lips tickling over your skin. “If you say so.”

“I damn do,” Sonny reaffirms, slowly beginning to inch the blanket off of your body. “This is all I wanna come home to, nothin’ else. You…” Sonny presses his body against yours as you let out a soft groan. “And all of you and your beauty, baby.”

“How do you do that?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s shoulders. “Just…” A streak of shyness hits you again as you form your next words, “comfort me, make me feel like I’m home and—”

Sonny cuts off your sentence by sealing a kiss over your lips; not one fueled by sexual desire and lust, but pure passion and love towards you.

“Because I love you,” Sonny breathes as he parts away from the kiss. “And you’re my only girl. Nothin’ in the world is gonna change that. Every single part of you…” Sonny tosses off the blanket from your body, letting his firm hands roam over your breast. “Is fuckin’ beautiful, baby. All of you.”

You breath out Sonny’s name, lost in the embrace of your lover as one kiss leads to another—deepening and growing with desire.

Unable to get enough of one another, you can feel all your insecurities and shyness easily melt away in Sonny’s embrace—in belief of his reassuring, loving words.

There isn’t a part of your body Sonny wouldn’t worship—absolutely adore and kiss all over.

Insistent on both teasing and pleasing you, Sonny’s body hovers over top of yours as he throws off his trousers and boxer briefs—his lips still colliding with yours.

Your hand wraps around Sonny’s back while the other roams through his brunette curls, tugging gently as you spread your legs as wide as you can and keep them wrapped around your lover’s waist.

“I love you, baby,” Sonny mumbles against your lips before kissing them again and again, wanting nothing more than to get lost in you.

“I love you too,” you moan out, feeling Sonny slowly begin to enter you. “Oh, please…”

“Shit,” you hear Sonny groan quietly to himself, pushing his cock inside of you inch by inch.

You roll your eyes back in pleasure, burying your face in Sonny’s shoulder as he begins to slowly pace himself in and out of you with deep thrusts snapping back into your hips.

“C’mere, c’mere—” Sonny trails wet kisses along the side of your neck, gripping your hips gently to keep himself angled inside of you.

“Ohhh!” You cry out, feeling your thighs tingle against Sonny’s waist as his cock thrusts close to your G-Spot.

“Ahh, right there, huh baby?” You can feel Sonny smirking against your skin as he leans in closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “You like that?”

“Oh God, yes,” you whimper, nodding back at him frantically.

“You really—” Sonny speaks inbetween his thrusts, “are fucking perfect, you know that, baby? Mm, fuck, you feel so good.”

“M-more, more—” You curl your toes, unable to stop your moans from getting louder with each slow, loving thrust inside of you.

Amidst both of your moans and groans, the only thing you can hear are your bodies against the silky bedsheets wrinkling underneath you two and the slight squeaking of the mattress as your love making session with Sonny grows more feverish.