#dear god boy stop acting the way you are youre making me want to strangle you

[rosyrosethorns]

because i love this anime so much already despite only being nine episodes in, have some memes.

[sleepy-achilles]

Hbtaker- Jealousy is a good look for some

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Taker was trying to get used to being human again. It wasn't that difficult with the most emotional man as a partner, it made it easier for him to understand emotions. There was just one emotion he's never been able to get a hold on. And that was something all versions of him struggled with, being human just made it more...violent.

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Takers head snaps up from his boots as shawns laugh echos through the lockeroom. He turns to see Shawn full on giggling, nose scrunched, eyes closed and hand rested on his stomach and the other against the shoulder of the one making him laugh. A kind of laugh only taker or the kliq could pull out of him. So, I guess that's why taker can justify his anger as he sees the man infront of Shawn isn't a kliq member. Takers jaw clenches at the look on the newbies face.

"I get it, he's really pretty! But can we focus please?" Kurt calls. "Shut it" Taker growls as he stands straight. "Oh god..here we go." Goldust huffs sitting down. "Its harmless Taker. Just Shawn making friends" goldust adds. Kurt looks to see the kid in question. "Ah, John Cena. Real punk if you ask me" Kurt scoffs. Goldust glares at him. "What?" Kurt asks. "I know who he is" Taker snaps, his fist clenching and unclenching. "Jealousy? Really my dear boy? You really think Shawn would run off with some youthful thing?" Goldust asks. "A youthful thing that strong? Yes, I do" Kurt huffs. Goldust swears takers eye twitches at that. Goldust just sighs and leans back. "Shawn isn't that way anymore. We all know that" goldust states.

Goldust also wants to strangle Shawn as he watches the blonde poke and prod at cenas arms and chest. "But he sure as hell doesn't make my life easier does he?" Goldust asks. Taker is seeing red. "Go ahead big guy, what can I even do?" Goldust asks. Goldust didn't mean it, but it's all Taker needed. "Taker! I was joking!" Goldust squeaks as Taker storms towards the two.

"Uh..what do we do?" Kurt asks. "Go find help." Goldust sighs pulling himself up and forcing Kurt to follow him.

"Oh hey ta-TAKER!" Shawn yells as John is slammed against the lockers. "Wow man! Chill! What's wrong?!" John gasps grabbing at takers wrists. Taker growls and lifts him higher. "Taker! Stop it!" Shawn yells grabbing at his bicep. Taker leans close. "Listen close boy, because I won't repeat myself." He murmurs. John nods frantically. "Taker please!" Shawn cries as he hits at takers back. "Stay away from what's mine. I don't share." Taker growls. John's eyes widen with realisation. "I-i would never Taker! I promise-it wasn't like that!" John tries. Taker tightens his grip around John's neck. "Dont make me repeat myself" he growls. "Taker!" Shawn yells. "Taker put him down" a new voice orders.

Shawn looks to see Kevin, hunter and vince with goldust and Kurt close behind. "I mean, choke the life out of him. Make my life easier." Hunter mutters. Kevin nudges him as he spots the tears building in shawns eyes. Hunter sighs and nods. Kevin walks over and grabs takers wrist. Takers eyes dart to him immediately. "Your scaring Shawn. I know you don't want that, so, let's put the kid down." Kevin tells him quietly. "You didnt see them" Taker grits. "Your right. I didn't. But I know Shawn. I also know you. Shawn isn't going to leave you for cena. We both know that. Shawn just doesn't know bonderies like me and you do." Kevin explains. "Your scaring him taker. Making him cry." Kevin murmurs, knowing it'll hurt taker to hear.

Kevin catches John as it works. He steadies John before letting him run off. Taker turns to shawn who's staring at him with the wettest blue eyes he's ever seen. "Im sorry.." Taker mutters lowering his head. "We said we'd talk when things upset us" Shawn hiccups. Taker closes his eyes. "I know..I..I just saw red and acted first." He whispers.

Taker flinches as a hand touches his cheek. He opens his eyes to see Shawn. "Apologise to him taker. Please." Shawn whispers before planting a kiss too his chest, right over his heart. Takers heart skips a few beats before he nods. He turns to see vince checking John over. "Im sorry. It not alright what I just did and well I just shouldn't of done it" Taker sighs. "Damn right you should-" "it's fine. I should of been more respectful" John cuts vince off with a smile. Taker flnches at how rough his voice is. "Ill forgive you if I'm still allowed to be friends with shawn and well, with you" John states. Taker stares at him confused.

"Me? You want to be friends with me?" Taker asks. Hunter raises an eyebrow. "If Shawn finds you cool and can see enough good in you to be in love than I reckon you'll be a great friend to make" John shrugs. "I just choked you out and threatened you." Taker points out. "Yeah and you'll get paid to do it aswell. It'll improve my acting in those situations." John smiles. Shawn holds takers hand. "Let us keep him..pleaseeee" Shawn pouts resting his chin against takers arm. Taker looks at shawn. His eyes still wet. "Fine. We can all be friends." Taker sighs. "Awesome!" John smiles. "Medic. Now. Undertaker, my office now." Vince orders. "Cmon, me and shawn will take you" goldust huffs.

Shawn shares a look with taker before giving him a peck. "We will talk emotions later." Shawn whispers. "Yessir" Taker mumbles as shawn let's him go.

Hunter pauses and looks at kevin. "How did you tame the undertaker?" Hunter asks. Kurt also looks at him. Kevin just smirks and taps the side of his nose.

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[waka-chan-out]

I see your getting railed by haikyuu captains headcanons and raise you: railing haikyuu captains headcanons.

I don't know what it is but there's something about someone who's normally in control begging for it that's just *chef's kiss* you know? Like. On the one hand, its hot to be the person to take them apart, I'm not arguing there. But also there's something really appealing to me about being the person they feel like they can let loose and let go around, yeah?

Just some thoughts

-Fay

Rough Captain Headcanons

dom captains edition here.

fay i am going to god damn propose to you if you aren’t careful. it’s finally here folks. i love these so much.

minors dni

post-timeskip, obviously.

content warnings: lots pegging, gagging, crying, humiliation, handcuffs, lots of pet names, one use of the word slut, praise kink, degradation, teasing, one (1) face slap, hair pulling, choking, snowballing, cockwarming

Sawamura Daichi

fireman daichi, coming home from work, too tired to do anything, not even take care of himself. you tie him up to the headboard and just make him come over and over. he doesn’t even have the energy to feel overstimulated. he just leans into the feeling, melting under your touch.

okay this is indulging in police officer daichi for a moment but PULL HIS CUFFS ON HIM. his eyes go wide as you climb into his lap and sneak them around his wrists while kissing him. he’ll act all frustrated and defiant but internally he’s hot and flustered.

“Let me go.”

“Ask nicely.”

Daichi’s eyes narrowed and he wiggled his wrists, trying to find a weakness, a way to escape. He stopped moving with a huff.

“I’m serious, let me out right now,” he said. You raised a brow at him and ran your hands down his chest, unbuckling his belt.

“Say the safe word then.”

“You’re impossible.” The word ended in a gasp as you slipped your hand down the front of his pants.

“What was that?” you asked, tracing his bulge with your fingers.

“Shut up,” he said, but the words had no force to them. They were quiet and a little shaky. As much as he protested, you could see the obedience in his eyes. He was trying to protect his dignity, but you both knew he was already yours.

Ennoshita Chikara

just like he loves pulling hair, he loves getting his hair pulled. enjoys it in any context, but his favorite is when you yank his head back by his hair and ask him to repeat himself or tell him what you’re going to do to him.

likes getting fucked from behind. gets full body shudders as his face is pressed against the mattress. heavy sighs at every thrust. will grab onto a pillow and hold on for dear life.

“What was that?” you asked. Chikara let out a groan and held tighter to the sheets next to his head.

“Harder, please,” he groaned. You smiled and ran your hand down his spine, making him shiver.

“Say it one more time. I want to hear it clearly.”

He turned his face to the side. It was bright red. His eyelashes were wet with unshed tears.

“Please,” he gasped. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Good boy,” you cooed, grinding against him and pushing yourself deeper. He let out a strangled moan and pressed his face back into the blankets as you — enthusiastically —followed his request.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

wins the most likely to wear a collar award. doesn’t think he’ll like it. thinks it’s embarrassing. but the second you yank him by the o-ring to bring him into a kiss, he melts. the perfect sub. will say “yes ma’am/sir” with no hesitation.

begger of the century. oh my god does he look pretty when his voice is coming out as a desperate whimper, begging for you to go faster or slower or harder.

when you peg him he likes laying on his back and wrapping his arms and legs around you so you can dirty talk in his ear and he can moan into yours.

really likes vibrators and overstimulation. will let you do anything with them. likes when he can’t seem to breathe right and he can’t control the way his body moves.

Tadashi’s eyes rolled back and you laughed.

“What a good boy. One more, baby.”

“Mmfuck,” he slurred, then shook his head.

You turned the vibrator up a notch and he flinched, letting out a desperate groan.

“What’s wrong, Tadashi? Why’d you say no?”

He didn’t respond, instead letting out a long, strangled breath. You cranked up the vibrator again and he let out a sob, then put his hand on your wrist. You smiled down at him and raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

He held up two fingers.

“Two? What do you—” Your stomach dropped. “Tadashi, are you saying you want two more?”

He tried to nod but his body wouldn’t let him. You smiled.

“That’s my boy. Two more, then.”

Oikawa Tooru

likes being treated poorly, but in a safe, sane, and consensual way. likes being told he’s pathetic. really enjoys the word slut. just berate him. spit in his mouth. make him touch himself in front of you. he’ll love it.

masochist. hardcore masochist. loves biting specifically. his eyes will roll back if you give him the right level of pain. he acts like he doesn’t want it but, god he really does.

so fun to peg because he crushes his face into the mattress and squirms and slurs out what he means to be protests but transform into begs for more. he can’t get enough and looks so good when taking it, it’s hard to hold back.

“God, look at my little slut. You’re just desperate, aren’t you?” You tugged his hair and forced him to look up at you, jaw slack and eyelashes wet.

“What, nothing to say? What happened to that smart mouth?”

“I can’t,” he gasped.

“Yeah? Why not?”

“I want to be good.”

“If you want to be good, tell me what you want.”

He hung his head and shook it.

“No? That’s not my good boy, is it?” You lowered your lips to his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses before biting harshly. He let out a hiss, which quickly turned into a moan.

“M’sorry. Please. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

Kuroo Tetsuro

secretly loves getting topped. like, loves it. puts up a huge fight. #1 brat. but once you put in the work, you’ve absolutely got him.

will suck the strap. enthusiastically. like, will let you fuck his throat until he has tears running down his face. thinks it’s embarrassingly hot when he gags while looking you in the eye.

honestly, i think he just generally has an oral fixation. loves sucking on your fingers and letting you push them into the back of his throat. likes gags, likes having you spit in his mouth, everything. also snowballing.

would call you master or sir or whatever you want him to say. prefers to say it with tears in his eyes, hair messy and scalp a little sore from pulling.

“Say it, Tetsuro.”

“No.”

“That won’t do, will it?” You pushed two fingers into his slack mouth, rubbing his tongue before shoving back toward his throat. He gagged lightly and his eyes rolled. “Come on, baby. You can do it.”

He hummed and met your gaze. His lips closed on your fingers and his tongue swirled, making you gasp. He flattened the muscle and let you stroke over his tongue again, eyes barely focused but determined.

“Please, master.”

Bokuto Koutarou

*slams fists on table* mommy kink, mommy kink, mommy kink !!

loves being called puppy.

snowballing. oh, for the love of god snowballing. kiss this man’s cum back into his mouth and you’ll watch his eyes glaze over in real time.

You grabbed Koutarou by the chin and forced him to look at you, cheeks squishing in your hand. He stared at you in alarm as you used your other index finger to part his lips, and he obeyed. You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, and he groaned as you dragged your tongue across his, pushing his cum into his mouth. He swallowed obediently and you smirked against him before grinding down on his length. He jumped and pulled back.

“Still so sensitive,” he said, eyes still pinched shut. You shushed him and reached between his legs, gripping his still hard cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“Mommy, please,” he whined, fingers curling against your sides.

“Hush, baby. I’m gonna make us both feel good.”

Futakuchi Kenji

futakuchi is a feminist. and by a feminist i mean he wants a strong woman to edge him until he thinks his muscles are about to unravel and then use him like a toy.

he loves being blindfolded and gagged. the idea that he has absolutely no control over what’s going on and he can’t even respond to your advances makes him dizzy in the best way.

has a really sensitive neck. please kiss it. loves when you’re sitting watching a movie together and you give him a slow hand job while burying your hand in his hair and leaving open mouth kisses all over the side and back of his neck. has to give you a limit on how many hickies you can give him at a time because if he didn’t have that self control he wouldn’t let you stop until every inch of his skin was black and blue.

“Shh, I told you to just keep watching the show,” you whispered. Kenji let out a desperate gasp and tried to lift his head up to face the tv. He was sitting between your legs, trying not to squirm too much as you stroked his cock from behind. Your lips hadn’t left his neck since the start of the episode, and it was really going to his head.

You nipped and sucked at the skin on the side of his neck, pulling a soft, desperate moan from him.

“You’re not used to this much attention, are you?” you asked. His mouth went dry. “People don’t know how to give you what you need. But I do, don’t I?” Your hand crept up to hold his throat, putting only enough pressure on to feel possessive without cutting off his circulation. He made a whimpering noise as you returned your lips to his neck, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the newly forming bruise. You leaned close to his ear and whispered.

“Why don’t you come for me and prove me right?”

Daishou Suguru

brat. such a brat. but it’s all a show to get himself roughed up.

loves marks on himself. hickies, bites, scratches, red marks, anything. he’s desperate for it.

i low key feel like he’s into face slapping? obviously consensually but he loves pissing you off just to get a slap on the cheek while you’re riding him.

“Say it again,” you snapped. Suguru grinned and raised his eyebrows.

“No.”

You slapped him, light but firm. His hair fell into his face and the smile dropped, but that mischievous glimmer never left his eyes.

“Are you going to say it or do I need to force you to say it?”

“You’ll have to do your worst, sweetheart.”

You tugged his hair harshly, forcing him to look up at you.

“Yeah? You won’t be good for me?”

He didn’t respond, choosing instead to return that stupid smirk to his face.

“Fine.” You tugged him up and shoved him back onto the bed, straddling his hips once he was down. You pinned his arms above his head and his smile faltered. “It’s more fun when you aren’t.”

Terushima Yūji

hear me out: choking

like not just a “i enjoy it but i could take it or leave it” thing. when you’ve got pressure on his neck his head tips back and his eyes close and roll. he comes almost violently, body locking up and totally controlled by you. as soon as your hands are taken away he whimpers and melts. puts him into a weird headspace so you need to pace yourself using that secret weapon.

“Fuck, Yūji,” you moaned, lifting your hips again. He smiled and groaned, barely resisting fucking up into you. “You’re gonna make me come.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he snatched up one of your hands from his chest and shifted it upward, settling on his neck.

“Is that what you want, baby?” you asked. He gripped your hand, forcing you to hold him tighter. You laughed and squeezed his neck, slowly tightening until his body locked up. He kept a tight grip on your wrist, almost like he didn’t want you to let go, but you did anyway, letting the blood run back into his head. He gasped and bucked his hips, spilling inside you as he came hard. His brows furrowed as he panted, breaths ragged and overwhelmed. His lips twitched and he stared up at you.

“Holy fuck.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

throwback to the himbo pillow princess post, because that’s him.

he’s so big, he’s used to being in control of everything. once he finds someone that shows him it doesn’t always have to be like that, he’s never the same again.

doesn’t know what pegging is until you explain it to him, but once he experiences it for the first time he becomes obsessed. he’s not a super submissive person, but something about only needing to lay back and take it is so freeing. he’s very patient with his own pleasure. as long as you’re okay with it, he won’t even touch himself. he’ll just let the feeling slowly take over his body.

“Hands, baby,” you said. Wakatoshi hesitated before leaning his face and chest into the bed, settling his hands on his lower back and allowing you to hold onto his wrists. It was an unforgiving and revealing position, and as embarrassing as it felt, he loved it.

“That’s my boy. You okay?”

He nodded and his face buried deeper into the bed. You smiled and smacked him lightly. His shoulders twitched and he let out a low groan. You slowly drew back your hips before sinking back in, forcing a low moan from his chest. The new angle let you hit deeper, more precise, and the feeling made his vision go white. You sped up your thrusts, fucking him into the bed until he couldn’t tell where he stopped and the comforter began.

Kita Shinsuke

hahahhahaha this man is not a dom so this is gonna be easy

i feel like he doesn’t know what it is when you first get together but he loves getting overstimulated. if you give him head and don’t stop after he’s finished, he’ll start squirming and making little panicked breathy noises but will never, ever ask you to stop. he likes how it feels like it tears all of the air out of his body, how it’s almost painful how good he feels. he’ll let you keep making him come until he can’t physically stand it anymore and his throat is raw from moaning.

“Shinsuke.”

He didn’t seem to hear you. His mouth hung open, glazed out eyes squeezed shut as his chest heaved. You leaned up to his face and touched his cheek gently.

“Shinsuke,” you repeated. His eyes cracked open. “Do you want me to stop?” His brows furrowed and he hummed.

“No. Don’t stop. Please.”

You smiled and leaned back down between his legs, wrapping your lips around him. His face screwed up and he let out a deep, full body sigh. He carded through his hair with one hand and caressed your cheek with the other. He didn’t fight. He didn’t squirm. Even though he ached and his muscles turned into jelly, he let you take care of him the way you knew he needed.

Yamazaki Ryōji

new addition because he’s sexy

really determined to make you feel good, so you have to throw him around a bit to get him to relax. like, push him back on the bed or onto the couch and straddle him to keep him still.

doesn’t need anything fancy to feel completely at your mercy. you don’t need to peg him. just riding him, a hand on his chest or face, and a few well-placed dirty comments have his eyes going wide and his body lighting on fire.

another biter. loves when you ride him after you’re both a little worked up so there’s absolutely no resistance as you move your hips. and his mind just goes absolutely blank and all he can think to do is sink his teeth into your shoulder and let his moans get muffled against your skin

tit man !!! i did say he was a biter didn’t i?

“Look at you, so hard for me.” You ground down on him, making his body shudder. “What does my baby want?” He grunted and tipped his head back as you shifted your hips again and ran a hand up his chest.

“I want you to fuck me.” His voice was strangled, a little too rough.

“Oh? You don’t want to fuck me? You want me to fuck you?”

He grabbed at your hips, forcing them to grind on his length once more. Fuck, he wanted to be inside of you.

“Please, fuck me. Jesus,” he said as you wrapped a hand around his cock and lined him up with your entrance. You held your other arm out.

“Come here, sweetheart,” you said. He leaned up until his chest was flush with yours and your arm was looped around his shoulders. “That’s it. Say please one more time.”

He planted a kiss on your shoulder.

“Please,” he whispered. You smiled and sunk onto him, forcing a loud moan from both of your lips. He leaned his face into the crook of your neck as his brain turned to mush.

Meian Shūgo

captain kink (derogatory). i feel like i’m beating a dead horse with this one, so i’m going to just write y’all a little blurb.

“Why don’t you be good, captain? Huh? Your players are never gonna respect you if you can’t do what you’re told.”

Meian groaned as you grabbed a fist of his hair and pulled it to the side, directing his head so it was tilted up at you.

“It’s almost like you act out on purpose. Is that what it is? You spend so long keeping your boys in line you just want to come home and have me put you in your place?”

He said nothing, but his eyes closed, like he was trying to drown himself in your words.

“God, you’re so needy.” You kneeled down in front of him, leveling your face with his. His eyes cracked open to see what you were up to. “Why don’t you ask me for what you want? Then I can give you what you deserve.”

Hirugami Fukurō

cock warming. i already said this in the other list, but he loves cock warming. however, this is something you can easily turn on him. he loves it when he initiates it, but when you’re the one starting the game and circling your hips in his lap, he goes a little crazy. tries to shake it off but just ends up looking angry, and that anger slowly devolves into him leaning his face into your chest or back, not even begging. just leaning into you, trying to be satisfied with the little bit you give him, waiting desperately for you to finally decide to fuck him.

spit in his mouth !!!! please. he doesn’t think he’s into it until you do it once while riding him. he holds your gaze as he swallows and one of his eyebrows raises up like he’s questioning why you did it, but internally his brain has turned off.

be a little mean to him in a loving way. he just looks like he’s craving banter, but he wants you to get a little too into it. just talk shit and let him smile up at you with all the love in the world in his eyes.

“You’d better watch your mouth.”

Fukurō stared up at you, a thin smirk on his face.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?”

You ran a thumb over his lips, tugging the bottom one down. He opened his mouth and you tipped his glass of wine into his mouth. He swallowed obediently and closed his eyes as you ran a hand through his hair. You leaned down and kissed him, tasting the sweet taste that remained. He parted his lips to make way for your tongue and you swirled your hips. He gasped and his grip tightened on your shirt.

“I’m never going to fuck you if you don’t do what I ask.”

“Then my lips are sealed,” he whispered, holding yourself eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to your sternum.

“You still gotta be patient,” you said, running a hand through his hair. You felt him twitch inside of you and smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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hii, it's the unsent project anon again!! sometimes i think about steve. instead of going back in time for yk, he goes back in time to see his mother again. and has a dance with his mother because he never got to before for several reasons. it would be more rocking from foot to foot than anything else. and steve can barely see through his clumped up lashes from the tears while she strokes the side of his head before cradling it (its a bit of a stretch because he is all big and healthy now) while muttering, "my stevie, my boy" and steve just grins "it's me, ma".

(he would come back after spending some time with her, with a heavy heart but still)

was thinking about this at like 3 in the morning

anon i genuinely think you're trying to murder me lakjdflksjfaskdjflksf

anyway i wrote another fic

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There are extra white jackets in the back closet, and Steve steals one that’s approximately his size, despite the shoulders being a bit too tight. Pants are a little harder to come by, but he manages to find a pair that look like they’ll fit him in some poor chap’s locker. He tugs them on, grimacing at the way they hug his thighs and fall only to his ankles. They’ll have to do.

He’d already scoped out the hospital the night before-- he knows she’s on the third floor in a private ward. Good, he thinks. She deserves it, if nothing else.

He is focused as he moves through the halls, head down as he passes other nurses. There’s a clipboard discarded on a table near the children’s ward and he swiftly picks it up, squinting at it. He doesn’t process any of the words on the page, but his act seems sound, because nobody stops him.

He makes it to the stairwell at the end of the hall, pushes open the door and takes the steps two at a time. The smell is one that is achingly familiar-- the walls grey and hazy. The air seems thicker, the lights yellow and dim. And though he’s been removed from the past for over a decade, it still feels like home. Like normal. His normal.

But he does not belong anymore, and he will not stay. He’s already been a ghost once. He’s hesitant to be one again.

Especially now, when he is out there somewhere. Most likely in the shitty tenement he shared with Bucky, but also possibly at the grocer he worked at, his ma’s telegram in his pocket. Savoring the bits of her that he could salvage with the knowledge he’d never see her again, even while she’s alive.

Closure has been something Steve always felt he lacked. But he’s seen hell now-- lived in its fiery pits for more years than he can count. He can take some goddamn closure for himself.

The third floor is nearly vacant. No one is in the hallway when Steve steps out of the stairwell, but he can hear voices in the rooms that line the sides. Coughs echo ominously off the walls, and Steve’s toes curl in his shoes, a brief wave of anxiety washing over him. He hadn’t missed these hospitals, and he’d hoped to never deliberately step foot in one again. But this is necessary. This is worth it.

He walks swiftly towards the end of the hall where the private wards are and stops in front of the first room. The name next to the door is incorrect, so he continues on until he sees it, heart stopping in his chest, then speeding up enough to make his lungs tighten.

Sarah Rogers-- TB. Alternative uniform required.

Steve closes his eyes against the blood rushing from his head. He wants to tell himself it’s been so long since he’s felt this detached from reality-- this out of place in a space that should feel so familiar-- but it hasn’t. The feeling, he’s realizing, never truly left him when he woke up from the ice, and the reverse here is strange.

And there’s something even stranger about reconciling this, because he’d lost his ma far before he’d ever died. This grief is an old wound-- one that’s scabbed over only to bleed circumstantially. He’d grown used to living with this particular, bone deep pain. He isn’t sure if he’s here to lance that, or if he’ll walk away with a deeper wound. He isn’t sure it matters, either.

He pushes open the door.

The room is lit with natural light. There is a desk with a vase and a water pitcher on it, along with a few medicine bottles and a tissue box. The bed is pressed against the far wall, the covers barely disturbed save for the frail figure that lies in it.

Sarah turns her head and looks at Steve.

Steve’s world stops.

He hadn’t seen his ma when she was this ill. His last memories of her are of when she was healthy-- cheeks red and full of life, eyes alight with an optimism he still valiantly tries to uphold. Life had not been kind to Sarah Rogers, but she was the kindest soul Steve had ever known, even in the shadow of his father’s violence.

Is, he corrects himself as he looks at her. She is the kindest soul. She’s there. She’s right there.

She’s right there, and she looks weak. She is gaunt and frail, eyes sunken in and cheekbones sharp against papery looking skin. There’s an exhaustion in the lines of her young face that Steve recognizes as the long standing effects of illness-- your body praying to be done fighting while your mind begs otherwise.

Steve resists the urge to turn and run.

Sarah’s face does something strange as she looks at Steve, and he realizes that he’s been standing there for longer than would be normal for a nurse-- shell shocked and silent. She opens her mouth to say something, then stops, eyes widening as she seems to process what she’s looking at. Or who she’s looking at, most likely.

A wizened hand comes up to cover her mouth and she gasps, fear flashing through her eyes and no, no, no--

Fuck, he’d thought of this. He’d had a fucking plan for this, but he can’t remember it now and he really doesn’t want his ma calling security on him, because he has so much to say, and--

“Ma,” he says frantically, taking an aborted step forward. She shies away and he stops, hands flexing at his sides. “Ma, it’s me. I swear it’s me, I can explain.”

Sarah looks suddenly furious. “This is not funny, young man. I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave this instant.”

Fuck, her voice. Her goddamn voice, as weak as it is now, still has the same strong cadence. The subtle Irish twang. And fuck, Steve can’t help it. He bursts into tears.

“Fuck,” he says, falling to his knees. Why did he think he could do this? Why did he think he could stomach the weight of everything that’s happened since he last saw her-- handle standing in front of her with blood on his hands, underneath his fingernails. In his goddamn soul. What would she even think of him now?

He sobs, biting down on a knuckle to keep silent, his other arm going around his stomach. It’s how he used to cry when he was much younger, and more frantic, and that seems to convince Sarah more than anything.

“Steven?” she says. She sounds incredulous. Damnit, she probably thinks she’s hallucinating. Steve had hallucinated a couple times when he was ill enough and his fever was high. Mostly his father, but he’ll digress.

He looks up, and he can barely see her through the tears that clump on his eyelashes. Sarah’s face does something complicated, then softens, and she reaches out a hand. Steve looks at it and sobs harder.

“Oh, Stevie. My boy, come here,” she says, because maybe he is a goddamn hallucination, but her instinct was always to comfort those in pain. She was a nurse, after all.

Steve is goddamn helpless.

He manages to get to her bedside, chest heaving as he buries his face in her stomach.

“I’m sorry,” he sobs. “It’s me, ma. I promise it’s me. I can explain, I swear.”

“I don’t doubt that you can explain,” Sarah says sternly, and fuck, he’d missed her chastising him. He can’t help it, he laughs, breathless and watery. “What happened to you? Why are you--” Big. Healthy. “Steven, you can’t be in here. I’m highly contagious.”

Steve shakes his head. “Don’t matter. I can’t get sick.” And oh, his accent is back. He hasn’t had one in years. Decades. A goddamn century.

Sarah lets out a strangled laugh that quickly turns into coughing, and Steve briefly wonders how close she is to death. She died in Winter, and it is sometime in Fall right now. Close then, he thinks. He hugs her harder as the coughing dies down.

“A stór, do you hear yourself? You had pneumonia last Summer.”

Summer. Last Summer. In this world, it had only been a mere few months without her. A fresh wave of grief washes over Steve, and then he can’t help another laugh, then another, and suddenly he’s cracking up into her stomach. Laughing like the insane man he feels he often is.

Sarah freezes, then reaches out to lift his face, their eyes meeting. His laughing stops. She gasps again.

“It really is you,” she murmurs, thumbs moving to the outside corners of his eyes, where there are two identical freckles. Little stars, she used to call them.

Steve offers her a brave smile. “Yeah, ma. It is.”

Sarah shakes her head. “What happened?” she asks again.

“I… so much,” Steve breathes. “I don’t know how to explain it all. I-- I don’t know where to start, but god, I just wanted to see you. I needed to see you.”

Sarah studies his face. “You’re so tired,” she says, thumb stroking his eye again. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. His lip trembles.

“So tired,” he agrees.

“You don’t need to tell me everything,” Sarah says. “I’m not sure I want to know. But I just… Steven, you look so different.”

Steve laughs, wiping at his eyes. “In a few years, there’s a war,” he says. Blunt-- they’d always been so straightforward with each other. “A scientist-- god, please don’t be mad-- a scientist offered, or… offers? Offered me an opportunity, and I took it.”

“Of course you did,” Sarah murmurs, looking fond and angry despite. She seems to set that train of thought aside. “Germany?” and oh, right. It’s already been in the news, the new reign.

“Yeah.”

Sarah hums. “My dear, you look like you’ve seen more than just war.”

Just war. As if any war was just anything.

As if his war ever truly stopped.

He casts his gaze down.

“Yeah,” he says again, and he thinks of Bucky, who’s also yet to come home from the war. Bucky, who is probably somewhere at the docks right now, untouched by anything but insecurity and financial hell. He desperately wishes they both can soon. This visit, he hopes, will bring him one step closer.

Sarah must read his mind, because her face clouds over.

“Bucky…?”

“Survives,” Steve says quickly, then backtracks. “Kind of. We both kind of died, then came back to life in the future and--” Sarah looks horrified now, and Steve shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. He’s alive. We’re together.”

“Alright,” Sarah says slowly. “As long as you’re together.”

Steve nods, and fuck, he wishes he could have brought Bucky, too. Sam as well-- showed his ma his new friends. The brave new family he’s made for himself. The thought has his eyes swimming again, and he screws up his face, trying not to cry. He’s a goddamn mess. It’s ridiculous.

“I must admit, I’m quite confused,” Sarah says. “And sweetheart, you’re not talking.”

Steve shakes his head, and her arms come around him. He melts into the hold-- savors the feeling. Memorizes the pressure, her smell, and pockets it away for later.

“I just missed you so much is all,” he croaks. “And I-- ma… I’ve done so much. I’ve hurt so many people. Killed so many people, and I still feel so lost, and everything hurts and oh Christ, I’ve just-- I miss you.”

He had sworn to himself, before coming in, that he wouldn’t unload any of this onto her. But her warmth is all encompassing, and he craves her comfort. Her approval. Her strong, sure tone telling him everything will be okay.

That he will be okay. He has to be. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he’s not.

“Lord’s name,” Sarah murmurs, and Steve huffs another laugh. She runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what happened to you. I don’t know how any of this is possible, but I do know you, dearheart. And I know that you are a good person. A gentle person-- my gentle boy, if you’d had a choice, you wouldn’t have chosen violence. But you know more than anyone how mean the world can be. You might have had to make hard decisions, done bad things, but you, Steven, are not bad.”

Steve’s lips part. It doesn’t fix everything, the words-- it barely scrapes the surface of the wall of pain and guilt that suffocates him. But for a moment, the world seems clearer. Quieter. The ache in his chest lanced for one, freeing breath.

“Ma…” Steve says. He doesn’t know how to thank her-- what to say-- because here she is, offering him warmth and closure, even though she might still think he’s nothing but a figment of her imagination. He craves her compassion; her generosity. Swears to uphold it as best he can.

You always stand up, she once told him. He will still, he thinks. He always will. And he will now.

He’ll go home to his family-- his life-- and goddamn live finally. He’s been surviving for so long, he realizes. It’s about damn time for him to stand up and live.

“You’ve still got the same heart,” Sarah continues. She pokes his freckles again. “I can see it in your eyes.”

Steve lifts a hand to cover hers. Her hands are as soft as they always were and he turns his face to kiss her knuckles, then leans forward to kiss her cheek, eyes closing as memories of doing that before running off to school or to play flash through his mind. She smells faintly of vanilla. He wonders if she still dabs it behind her ears.

“Thank you,” he says. “Thank you, ma. I love you. I love you so much-- thank you for being there for me. For raising me, and loving me.”

Sarah hugs him. Outside the room, there are voices; shuffling. He needs to go. The window is open, and they’re only three floors up.

“Loving you is the easiest thing that I’ve ever done,” Sarah says. She looks at the door. The voices are closer now. She kisses his forehead. Another echo of a life long gone. “Go now, Steven. Go home.”

Steve looks at her one last time, drinking in the love in her eyes. And as he climbs out the window, the too-tight doctor’s coat ripping around the shoulder seams, he can’t help but think that he’d gotten her eyes right whenever he’d painted her.

Her love won’t be something so easily forgotten.

-

Bucky catches him before he can collapse as he reappears on the launch pad. He lowers them to the ground, cradling Steve’s head with and letting him practically climb into his lap as he weeps, overwhelmed.

After a few minutes, he pulls back. Bucky’s watching him, concerned, and Steve leans in to gently kiss him.

“Steve?” Bucky asks, wary as they pull apart. He reaches out to swipe some tears off Steve’s cheeks.

Steve shakes his head. “It’s fine, I’m fine,” he says. “All the stones are back-- everything’s okay. It’s over. It’s all over.”

Relief washes over Bucky’s face and he kisses Steve, smiling. “Oh god,” he murmurs. “Thank god.”

Steve wraps his arms around his neck, humming in agreement. Sam and Bruce are somewhere-- Steve can hear them talking-- but it’s distant.

They’re quiet for a long time, breathing in each other. Bucky’s arms feel so goddamn safe that Steve feels his resolve slipping again. He can tell Bucky things. He can be here with him now. Home.

“I went to see her,” he whispers.

Bucky stills where he was previously rocking them lightly.

“Her…” Bucky says, then shifts. “Your ma?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,” Bucky squeezes him tighter. “How-- how was that? How did she…”

“She was confused. I don’t even know if she knew I was real.”

Bucky pauses, then kisses behind his ear. Steve thinks of vanilla again.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky murmurs.

“No, it was-- good. Needed. I feel… good.”

“That’s so good, honey.”

“She asked about you-- wanted to know if you were, um, alive. I told her you were.”

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, and there’s a small smile on his face now. Bucky had loved Sarah as if she were another mother, and Steve had done the same with Winnifred. It was a privilege to have had both of their protective arms. “What did she say?”

“She said, ‘as long as we’re together’.”

Bucky smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. Steve wants to reach out and touch, so he does, because he can do that now. Bucky is tangible. He is here.

“She’s got a point,” Bucky says. He goes back to rocking them and Steve rests his head on his shoulder. He hears Bucky start to say something, then stop.

“What?” he asks, pulling back.

Bucky studies him. “Did you want to stay?” It isn’t accusatory, just curious, and Steve considers it.

“Maybe a little,” he admits. “Just… instinctively. It’s an opportunity I might have taken up if someone offered it ten years ago, but… I’m a ghost there now, like I was a ghost here, and I don’t want to do that again.” He bites his lip, shaking his head. “I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to.”

Bucky nods, cupping Steve’s cheek and thumbing his jaw affectionately. “I hear you,” he says. “I was just wondering.”

“And besides, my ma told me to go home before I left,” Steve said, cupping Bucky’s cheek in return. “So I did.”

Bucky smiles, and presses their foreheads together.

“We can do that now,” Bucky says. “We can go home. We can rest.”

And there are still things to do-- Steve doesn’t think there ever won’t be things to be done. But that can wait for another day.

“Yeah,” he agrees. He’s grungy, dirt digging in bone deep from the whirlwind of the last few weeks. He smirks, climbing off Bucky’s lap. “But I call first shower.”

Bucky snorts and stands, pulling Steve up.

“Yeah, whatever, asshole.”

Yeah. The world can wait another day.

-

There’s a bottle of vanilla in the spice cabinet. Steve sees it as he’s looking for the cinnamon. The kitchen is empty, but for the first time in years, he knows he’s not alone.

He takes the vanilla out and dabs some onto his fingers, gently rubbing it behind his ears. He closes his eyes, letting the smell wash over him. He can still feel his ma’s arms around him, keeping him warm.

Home. He’s home.

-

thanks for reading yall aflkdjflaksjdf

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

chapter twenty

a taste of his own medicine

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“Hey… uhm… I’m sorry. I’m not sure where to start because I’ve been the worst friend to ya for the past weeks. But I want to start with an apology, I guess… yer probably tired of hearing it, right? … it’s something I’ll never gonna be proud of, my pettiness, I mean… but yeah… I’m sorry, YN. I hope ya believe me when I say yer impo–”

Beep! You sighed, ending yet another voicemail from Atsumu. It’s been almost a week since you and your brother moved out of the apartment and ever since the day after that, your soulmate has yet to cease dropping more than three voicemails every single day.

It wasn’t that you haven’t caught sight of him at school; in fact, you see him everywhere. It’s just so happens that you couldn’t help but avoid him like a plaque. You think he knows it though and you’re actually glad that he’s trying to respect your space (except for the endless ringing of your phone which only gets sent straight to voicemail every time, much like today). Which is why right now, you only stared at his contact, contemplating whether you will entertain his ‘apology.’ He sounds like he regrets it, after all and the fact that you only have less than 10 days before your flight wasn’t helping the situation.

“You know, if you keep having a soft heart like that, I’m betting a hundred bucks you won’t get too far once you become a famous writer. A lot of people will take advantage of you, you know. And don’t even get me started with those haters that disguise themselves as critiques,” Speaking of the devil, Kiyoomi suddenly spoke up, his figure leaning against the doorway of your room, much like the pose your father had when you were leaving your previous apartment.

Hundred bucks, you begin to think, where the hell would your jobless ass get a hundred bucks? You won’t tell him that verbally, of course; you value your life too much to even risk being strangled by your brother’s own hands.

“What do you mean soft heart? Where’d you even get the idea that I’m going to talk to him, doofus!? No way, he needs to learn his lesson,” You huffed, turning to him with an eyebrow raised, as if challenging him. He scoffed, entering your room, and sitting on your bed. You were kind of surprised he did given that your room was still messy as hell; but once again, you opted to keeping your mouth shut.

“It’s written all over your face, dear sister. Plus, you’ve said that a million times already I’m actually tired of hearing it now. After all these years, you think I don’t memorize every habit you have?” He replied, hands taking some of the clothes that were still stored in a brown carton and beginning to fold them neatly before standing up and putting it into your closet. He really does take after your father, from appearances to characteristics, “Your eyes, they speak to me the loudest, telling me every bit of your feelings. In fact, I’m kind of puzzled Atsumu never found out through them. But then again, it just supports the truth that he’s as dumb as he could get.”

This boy doesn’t really miss a chance to voice out his disfavor for your soulmate, huh? You wonder what is it that made him dislike… no, wait dislike was an underestimation… rather, loath Atsumu to the core. Bad first impression? No, your brother was not that petty. Did they have a fight you never knew about? If Atsumu and him ever fought, you were sure as hell you’d be the first one to know, seeing as your best friend practically whines and complains at you at every single thing in his life… so why?

“He hurt you and not just once. It’s not supposed to be my business but technically speaking, you are my sister before you were his soulmate and that’s all I needed to dislike him,” said Kiyoomi, continuing to fold your clothes as if what he said was practically nothing. Was he a mind-reader? You don’t know but perhaps, you could try to convince him to start up a fortune-telling business with you and earn millions.

“… You’re so creepy, ‘Yoomi,” You spoke up after a few moments of silence while he sneered, obviously not pleased with your comical reply, “Forget it! God, it’s so hard to have a serious talk with you.”

You only pursed your lips before bursting out into laughter, making him glare at you before his eyes softened. He hasn’t heard that pure laughter in a long time, after all. For some odd reason, he is proud that it was him that made you happy again like that, even for just a short while. After watching you work on something he doesn’t really know what, probably for the play, (it’s a relief you still have a smile on your face while you were on it though), he stands up, stopping by the doorway again when he heard you speak, “Thanks for being there, ‘Yoomi. Can’t imagine my life without my best brother.”

Kiyoomi knows he’s far from being the best brother in the world; he wasn’t expressive, sweet nor overprotective… but hearing those words from you means he’s at least good and somehow, he’s fine with that. He remains quiet before saying, “You know, your friend Hajime, I think he’s nice.”

He doesn’t say anything more, but he knows that his words reached you; he didn’t miss the way you blushed, after all. He takes note of making you flustered more often.

Osamu grumbles under his breath in annoyance, clenching then unclenching his hands as he watched Yui cling onto his brother’s arm like there was no tomorrow. Doesn’t this girl have any decency left in her blood? They were in the public cafeteria of the university, good heavens! And they haven’t even officially became soulmates AND a couple.

The last thing he wanted on his agenda today was to become a third wheel, much less to his brother; and the fact that it’s not even with you, the true soulmate, his favorite Sakusa (he won’t let Kiyoomi know that though), and best drinking buddy, makes it more unbearable for the gray-haired lad. He could only scowl so hard at his twin, who on the other hand, remained unmoved. At least that’s what Osamu sees but unbeknownst to him, Atsumu just wishes he could go and find you as soon as possible.

He has had enough of you averting your gaze each time you catch each other’s eyes at the theater room. According to his brother, your flight is in ten days which means he only had a few more days to make your friendship right; to make it up to you and prove that you are, indeed, an important figure in his life (cue Osamu’s mocking last night when they talked: “HAH!? You sure do have a peculiar way of showing her that she’s important. You’re making me want to laugh and choke you at the same time.”)

“Oh! Iwaizumi-kun, Tooru and… Sakusa YN?” Yui trails off, making the blonde perk up at the sound of your name, turning his body quickly only to find you already looking back at them with… disappointed eyes? As quickly as it came, it disappeared and soon, you were smiling and waving at Osamu, completely ignoring your “best” friend. Atsumu can only stare at you in disbelief; never, not even once, had you disregarded his existence like that before. Even when you had small arguments, you made sure to acknowledge him with a simple nod.

In addition to your indifference, Hajime only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Yui’s greeting, as if he doesn’t know Yui at all, not even as an acquaintance. Hence, the three of you only proceeded to the table Makki, Mattsun and your brother saved for you.

“Eh? Iwaizumi… ignored me?” Yui frowned, obviously not used to being disregarded by the boy who used to give her a greeting every time they come across each other. As far as she could remember, they ended their bond in good terms, without anyone having to feel angry at the other so why is it that he acted that way? Did he hold a grudge after all?

Meanwhile, Atsumu gazed into nothing, your sad eyes flashing into his mind and staying there. Have you given up on him already? Did his nightmare that day actually came true? His trail of thoughts was cut off with Osamu’s voice speaking with amusement plastered on his face, “ooh, a taste of his own medicine, huh YN?”

He smirks, finding his brother’s suffering oddly satisfying. He too, like Kiyoomi, has his limits as to Atsumu’s undesired talent of hurting you (he knows the blonde was also suffering but you know, it just really gets on his nerves how blind his twin could get). So right after saying that, he stands up, picking up his tray that holds his food and beginning to walk where your table was.

“Samu! Where are you going?” The said lad looks back at his blonde twin weirdly before shrugging, “YN and Kiyoomi’s table, where else? You can’t expect me to stay on the table with you two, it’s weird.”

“So… you really can’t remember anything about your soulmate? Like who it is or something?” Oikawa asked, staring at Hajime’s hands, as if he’d be able to see anything on his pinky. Unfortunately for him, the ex-captain was not given the ability to be a Moira so he wouldn’t be able to see any changes no matter how long or hard he looks. The spiky-haired lad merely groans, feeling a headache coming due to his dear friend’s pestering, “Yes. I told you that already. I just woke up, saw my thread black and now, I can’t remember anything about who it is.”

“But you can remember us? It’s just the soulmate stuff you forgot?”

“Well, I’m talking to you right now, am I not, you dumbass?” Hajime snarled; an inch close to punching his best friend in the face. Beside him, you look down, feeling the sadness and heartbreak for him because even those feelings were lost the moment he woke up. If you let go of Atsumu, will this also happen to you? You can only give a pathetic laugh at your silly question; of course, it will. You weren’t some kind of special Moira that will be exempted from that ‘curse.’ But you wonder, how would he react? Would he be sad? Or would he just forget about you too and just throw everything you had away? It seems so easy for him to do that, after all.

Now that you witness what’s gonna happen upon cutting the thread, a part of you somehow wishes you should’ve just told him when it was still early, when you were still young and problem-free. Maybe he would’ve given you a promise like those in the movies wherein he says he would marry you once you get older. Maybe he would’ve been able to love you if you could’ve just given him a chance to do so. But it’s your fault, isn’t it? Because you were a coward; you were so greedy for true love that you can no longer have it, you think to yourself.

In the midst of your rather negative thoughts, a warm hand pulls you away from mentally beating up yourself further. Looking up, you find Hajime looking at you with soft eyes, as if assuring your heart that: “You’ll be fine. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”

Maybe… just maybe, the universe has given you another chance for true love.

marga's notes. I HAVE FOUND A NEW HUSBAND AND HIS NAME'S BENIMARU SHINMON

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[blkgirl-writing]

"Unforgettable" Sokka x Woc!reader smut

Summary: Sokka can't get a dirty image of you out of his mind.

Warnings: sexualization of the female body, because we are queens. Male masterbation, cursing.

A/n: First Sokka Smut!!! It's not quite a full smut, but it's getting there. I'm proud of this one. As in nearing the end of my binge of Atla, I keep falling deeper in live with this boy. I set up a part 2, but we shall see if it gets one. Please leave some feedback if you want another one!

Sokka couldn't get you out of his mind. The memory of your body seeping into every single thought of his. Pure intentioned or not, you ended up in the front of his brain.

Water dripped down your glowing skin, the light shining down on you like a beam of pure beauty. Water around you glimmering like gems.

You stood in the cool water just above your knees. Your fingers were tangled deep in your hair, finally taking the time to detangle the locks, hair brushing your skin as you hummed a tune he didnt know.

Sokka stood there, balancing himself on a tree, about two seconds away from biting off his bottom lip.

"Oh! Sokka. Hey." You greeted, shooting him a soft, kind smile. Thing is, you didn't bother to cover up, to sink into the water, or use your arms to cover as much as you could. No. You just looked at him, and it took all of his might to not just melt right there.

"I was just taking a bath. Did you wanna come in?" Sokka blinked, keeping his eyes on yours, not daring to look back down. You were both adults, he shouldn't feel like a schoolboy, looking at a pair of boobs for the first time. but he does. He's staring at the curve of your breasts, the valley between them, the dips of your hips. You're fully enchanting him.

"I uh...just...I should get back to the camp. I just got a bit lost. I'm sorry. Keep uh, doing your thing. No hurry. Take your time-" and just like that, he was off, leaving you alone in the pond.

Fuck. He was rock hard. Shit.

Fucking dumbass. You had invited him in with you, clearly. But you were also his friend, and he didn't think you saw him like...that. sure, you were the adults of the group, and had always had something, but sokka couldn't fully accept the idea of the two of you. At least, until he saw you naked.

Everything shifted. The rest of the day, he kept to himself. Fingers seeming to always fiddle with his boomerang, or sharpen his blade. He couldn't keep still for the life of him, and it wasnt like it went unnoticed. Toph told him to fuck off, Katara asked him if he was okay. He needed to blow off some steam. And some fighting practice just wasnt gonna do it.

Sokka was the last one to go to his tent, waiting until the moon was well into the sky, and everyone was sound asleep.

He settled himself in hid tent, propping himself up slightly with a pillow. He could see the outline of his erection through his pants, practically begging for attention. It had almost gotten painful. Sokka eagerly pushed down the fabric to his thighs. His dick already leaking precum down the swollen tip.

His hand trailed down his stomach, slowly wrapping his fingers around his cock, gently taking himself in his hand, pumping himself just enough to release some of the pressure of the day.

Sokka didn't try to suppress the desire anymore, letting his imagination go wild, dreams that he never admitted to.

He imagined your fingers working at his dick rather than his own hand, your lips wrapped around the top, staring at him as you worked your way to deepthroating him. Cheeks hollowd around his cock, his hands weaving through your hair, grasping for his dear life.

Your body, burned into his mind. The fight practices you had together, when sweat dripped down your skin, hair messy and coming out of your braids. How your lips parted as you heaved in breaths. The way you licked your lips, bit them when concentrating.

"Y/n! Fuck, yes!" His voice came out far, far louder than intended. His free hand went to cover his mouth, but he didn't stop pumping. He was so, so close, he couldn't stop now. He would hear if someone came near. The vision of you in his mind started to blur, eyes nearly rolling back into his head from the pleasure.

"Hey, sokka-Oh"

you stood still at the opening of the tent, eyes wide, completely unable to look away from the scene in front of you. It had just...happened so fast. One second you hear a strangled moan and sokka shouting your name, the next you see him with his cock in his hand, cum dripping down his fingers, some splattered on his stomach. No, it was far too good to keep your eyes off of. His face was a but flushed, a thin veil of sweat on his skin. Splayed out like a god in a sculpture.

"I uh-" Sokka stuttered, looking around for something, anything, to cover his crotch with.

"I thought I heard my name and-" you blinked, lips parted, heavy, deep breathes being the only thing from keeping you from passing out. The air was thick, warm, sweaty, it smelled overwhelmingly of sex.

"Look, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything-you just keep, uh, having fun." It was a sorry excuse to leave, but you did. Quickly stepping back and turning around. Letting out a deep, long, haggled breath.

"Wait! One second, fuck-" Sokkas voice came through the canvas, sounds of him stumbling around clear in the otherwise calm, quiet night.

"I didn't mean to say your name, I swear, it just slipped out and it sounded quieter than I thought-"

"It's okay, really, I don't mind at all." It came out much, much more...needy, than you'd wanted. This wasn't exactly how you'd imagined telling sokka that you found him attractive (usually, they ended with some sort of rejection, even in dreams.) You were just...a bit stunned. Trying to convince yourself that it really was a mistake, acting like this had been the first time he had said it. But, the few times you had to share a bed, or slept in close quarters, you heard the same thing, and that wasn't something you could just brush away.

"Oh." Sokka sighed, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. But, only one of many. His shoulders were still tense, jaw still clenched.

"Sokka, I really don't want you to feel bad for what you were doing." You reached for his hand, just brushing your own with his, making sure he knew you were there, and it was okay, more than okay.

"I'm a fucking perv, that's what I am." He muttered, eyes glued to the floor. You could almost hear his brain overheating.

"No! No, it's natural to get yourself off-"

"Fucking hell," sokka really, truly wanted to die. Right there and then. Life no longer worth living, at least not after this.

"It's not as bad as you think, sokka." Your voice was soft, trying to be as comforting as possible, for you and sokka. You were so glad sokka wasn't able to look at you, cause your pure lust and neediness was crystal clear on your face.

"How?" He wanted nothing more than to apologize and curl up into a ball.

"Because I liked hearing you say my name like that." He never understood how you could say the most intense things with such ease. The weight of the words crystal clear, yet almost hummed.

"Say that again," It was dumb, but, he wanted to hear you say it again. He needed you to.

"Because I thought you saying my name like that was a dream come true." You smiled, gaze settling to the stars above, just for a bit of release. To make confessing a bit easier. "I loved it when you moaned my name."

"Wh..."

"Sokka, use your words."

"I was using words!" Sokka shot back.

"Were you thinking of me when you were masterbating?" You almost choked on the words, feeling yourself cringe at how it came out. Almost desperate. Needing him to say yes. Pleading that the dream last a bit longer.

"Yeah," Sokka breathed in deep, exhaling a somewhat shakey breath. "you're just so hot and sexy and seeing you today made me crazy. I mean, youre just so out of my league, and I couldn't get you out of my head. You drive me crazy, y/n, everything about you. Your body, your voice...sorry, was that too far?"

"Sokka, I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you." You laughed, resisting the string urge to roll your eyes at his pure ignorance. "We both know we've been dancing around our tension. I cant count the amount of times I went to bed all hot and bothered and dreamed about you."

"So...you find me fuckable, and you've had wet dreams about me?"

"Gods have mercy, Sokka, you're the most handsome man I've ever met, and you know it."

"Of course I do." His hands settled on his hips, a small, cocky grin on his lips. His brain was going again, but this time, on the autopilot you loved. When he was at his most confident.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Sokka turned to you, testing out the waters a bit, he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you slightly closer to him.

"Sokka, if you don't kiss me right now-"

"Then what? What will you do?"

"I dunno... fuck you or something."

"Now I'm thinking otherwi-" you cut him off with your lips, pressing lightly on his soft ones, grasping at the back of his hair, anything to get him closer to you. His hand wandered down, grasping at your skin, pulling your hips towards his desperately.

"Wanna go into my tent?"

"I would be crazy if I said no."

[kalinawtokilig]

S/O who gets into fights

Pair(s) : Sugawara Koushi x Reader, Yaku Morisuke x Reader, Akaashi Keiji x Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Semi Eita x Reader 

Ohoh, boi good luck. 

Summary: 

It’s not uncommon for you to get into a fight, as you don’t look nor act the type. You don’t ask to get into a fight nor provoke, you simply attract trouble, (Oh, a problem child,,) But if this person (or people) are talking smack about you, you bet your bum that you’re gonna sit down and let them. Nah, you put’em up. Warning? You ARE the WARNING. 

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((I love and pimp him. Pimp pimp pimp)) 

He hears it from Yachi. More like, the team does and Nishinoya and Tanaka are ready to throw some hands.

During practice, Yachi, the sweet girl, poor her; she sees you having an intense argument with two other third years when she comes to refill on water bottles. 

She knows you, talking to you a couple of times. You were always a sweet upperclassman, kind and soft to her and the team, even Kageyama and Tsukishima showed you respect in your presence. 

But when one of them swung the first punch to your face, you bet she dropped everything and hauled ass to the gym to call over your boyfriend. 

Sugawara. Ah, yes, the duality of this man. I would say unpredictable, cause some say he’s the responsible type to stop the fight by finding a teacher and others say he’ll unleash Tanaka and Nishinoya. 

I say, he’s the type to KNOW who you are and WHAT you are capable of. Yes, he can join in the fight, but last time he saw you fight someone he was unaware and baffled that you are able to land solid one punch (( WANNA BE SAIKYU HEROOO)) and knock’em out. Nah, he’s the type to collect the aftermath and try to bury the evidence ((What a sweet boyfie <3 )) 

“Suga-san! (Y/N)-san i-is in a fight a-and I think they need help!” She screeches, catching the attention of the team members. 

“Ah, I’ll be back. Gotta collect the corpses.” 

Asahi, Hinata, and Yachi nearly pass out when he says that. “Corpses? (Y/N)-san killed them that quick? And Sugawara is the accessory???” 

When he finally reaches you, though he knows you’re capable of standing your ground, he can’t help but worry the bruises and cuts on you. You may be able to keep standing, but that doesn’t mean you can avoid ALL their hits. 

When he sees your figure, his fingers dig deep into his palms. “(Y/N)?” He calls out to you. You’re huffing and you straighten your back, turning to face him you smile lovingly to him. “Yes, Darling?” 

He may simp for you but that doesn’t mean he can’t lecture you. 

Sighing, he crouches to the two fools who decided to provoke you and talks to them in that tone where you can’t speak because you’re scared of what they’re capable of. He says that he’ll be watching them closely and that if they mention their S/O beating them up, not only will they all get suspended but Sugawara will make sure they’ll never face pride or regain their HONOR back. (ayye zuko wassup ?) 

Standing up, he looks to you and holds your hands as gingerly as possibly, observing the irritated redness on your knuckles and the splotches of small red bloody dots. His nose scrunches cutely as one hand lets go of yours to cup your face carefully because of the now forming bruise on your pretty face. 

Sighing, he smiles, brows furrowed, “Sugar, next time, go easy on them. I don’t want your pretty hands to be so messed up. I love you and I don’t mind bandaging them up and kissing them to make you feel better, but I feel the more you punch the more your hands’ll fall off. Then who am I supposed to hold hands with?”

You can’t help but crack a joke, “Ah yes, losing Daichi and me in the same year, my poor Darling~!” You coo to him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

“Oi!” 

Yaku Morisuke x Reader

((Babie,, cat babie ,,, dangerous babiee,,)) 

While the fiery, third-year, libero of Nekoma dislikes Lev, you absolutely cherish the tall boy and found him cute.

Kuroo makes fun of Yaku saying you should date Lev instead

then you retorted to the rooster head saying that it’ll be weird cause Lev is basically a little brother you’ve always wanted.

One day, after school, while your boyfie was at practice, you were on cleaning duty and overheard some students talking about your two favorite people.

They made fun Lev and then Yaku. They absolutely insulted him for his height and his plays while they made fun of Lev’s intelligence and lack of plays. 

And they chose D E A T H 

“Hah? Whatcha say?!” 

Commence a brawl 

You could’ve used the broomstick by breaking it in half and shanking them but you wanted them to know not to die JUST yet.

You were able to leave satisfied yet still pissed. The other students didn’t speak a peep, as to know not to mess with your temper and if they were a snitch, well, snitches get popped. 

for the ones who talked smack, you both came to the conclusion to say that you guys were playing too rough with the cleaning supplies 

When practice was over, you waited by the gate for your boyfie 

Seeing him, you smiled at him and he came up to you, flicking your jaw

“Ow! Love, what was that for? You’re not give your soldier a loving and tender hug for defending you and our child’s honor?” You pouted cutely to him. 

His eyes widened a bit,  a pink blush on his face until he squinted his eyes at you. “You got into a fight, again.”

“All in good nature, babe!” You stuck out your tongue to him, surprisingly he stuck out his tongue, to lick you with his own. 

“Wha-”

“As much as I love you, you’re lucky that I wasn’t there or I would’ve killed you too to get rid of the evidence.”

“...Aw! You love me so much that you’ll clean my messes, I love you too, Morisuke!” 

“...I love you too, you frickin idiot.” 

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

(Ayyeee back at it again, Akaashi-kun, how ya doin?) 

Akaashi may be a patient man, but this man can hold his patience with a sharp knife and cut it instantly 

It was your movie date and while you waited for Akaashi to get popcorn and snacks, your saw one of your best friends. 

You went up to say hi until you heard them talk bad about you, saying how Akaashi is only dating you to keep an eye on you or how you’re too naive that they obviously don’t want you cause you’re too clingy

with the cold, freezing, slushie, you ‘accidentally’ trip and spill it all over your now ex-bestie

like your bestie, that two-faced bih doesn’t go down without a fight

so basically this was your break-up fight

As he bandages your hands, you were too nervous to speak to him

You weren’t afraid of anything, not failing, not teachers or authority, nor suspencion

Though, you were very afraid of Akaashi’s silent temper

“Ah, Love-”

Pretty boy looks at you so quick you flinch for the upcoming lecture yet he says nothing which makes it even more scary for what he’ll say

“Are you mad at me?” You ask cutely, pouting and looking through your lashes while your head is down in shame

After a couple of minutes waiting for his answer, he sighs

“Blossom, you know how concerned I get when you get into fights. It...” He looks away, “hurts me to see you hurt...I love you a lot that I’m mad at myself that I wasn’t there to help you.” He confesses with a red tint spreading to the tips of his ears. 

Oh dear LORD this man continues to speak heavenly got ME swooning- 

“I should’ve known that friend of yours wasn’t true to you...I’m sorry I couldn’t see that. If you want, we can have Kenma pirate the movie and send us the link. Better than going out, right?” 

((THIS MAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO SMILE LIKE A FRICKIN GOD AHW I HATE IT HERE))

Your eyes sparkle and you launch to hug him, he lets out s strangled yelp as he falls back onto the bed 

Though easy to get into fights, you were easy to cry, as you were emotional to these kinds of things

“AGHAAHHSHI I LOVE YOU I FRICKIN HATE YOU CAUSE YOURE SO PERFECT UWAYWHH” ((omg me))

Chuckling, he buries his head into the crook of your neck, one hand on your side and the other petting your hair

“I love you too, blossom” 

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

((YEES YES YES YES I  STAN AND I PIMP ,, PIMP PIMP PIMMP))) 

((LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT. HIM.)) 

What a cactus. Don’t we stan? 

I stan. I totally stan. 

When you get into a fight this man KNOWS he’s most likely gonna watch to see if there is any bih to try to hit you while you’re busy fUCKING UP WITH OTHERS WHO MESSED WITH YA

Iwaizumi is literally the chillest ngl 

Will probably join if some CUNT ASS BIH  decides to pull ya hair or pick up some petty stick to beat you with it

((the more i write at 4:30 AM, the more my mind expands to more fight scenarios ohohhhh get ready my friends)) 

Literally the toughest couple

no cap, no one will mess with you unless they’re tryna get f’d in the a in the most unpleasurable way (omg that rhymes) 

Oikawa makes funny and teasing jokes about how you both look so intimidating that you’ll get wrinkles on your faces

“Keep barking, Oikawa, cause I can make sure my kicks can knock off that bitchy attitude <3″

“Why are you and Iwa-chan like this.” 

“Lmao get wrecked Trashykawa.”

Sometimes you act like Oikawa’s guard too, the fans know of your rep around school, so they don’t bother Oikawa as much which means Iwaizumi doesn’t have to spike volleyballs at his head so they can head to practice without any distractions ((Though Iwa still does it when Oikawa gets too flirty when thanking you)) 

Omg I can go forever with Iwa holleeeeemolleee 

I feel,, that when he’s bandaging up your face, your cleaning the cuts on his....chest.... n’ biceps,,,oof to be you... 

I feel like getting into fights can also count as a date

how fun would that be

talking about your fight date with him in front of other ppl who don’t really know you

I imagine you and iwa-babes talking and you’re like, staring so lovingly at his face and reach to touch the cut above his lip and you’re reminiscing 

“Babes, remember when we fought those two losers at the parking lot of a Target?”

“Oh yeah, I remember that. That dickbag got his ass handed to you, nice right hook by the way.”

Then the strangers RUDELY overhearing are like ‘Wth??? is this?? real?? did they actually fight two people?’

You did.

Oikawa posted it.

Semi Eita x Reader

((Grey haired babes hit different, y’know?)) 

he’ll just be >:|

I can’t say he’ll be mad at you, but more like, concerned that his face looks mad

The same with Akaashi, you’re waiting for him to lecture you, but he’s quiet when he’s...worried,,concerned

You got into a fight because some BIHS from another sports team talked shit about the volleyball team, SPECIFICALLY your boyfie (how convenient for the plot) 

You may be smol but you have HELLFIRE

“AYE WANNA SAY IT TO MY FACE MUTHA-”

Long story short,,, you may have won the battle, but you are unsure if the war will reign supreme, by war I mean you’re preparing for Semi’s scolding

Waiting in his dorm room, you played the soundtrack he made for you and patiently waited until he came back from practice

When HE DOES come from practice, he opened the door to see you sleeping on the floor, back against his bed and when he was going to quietly coo at how cute you look, he gets a closer look at the split lip and bruised knuckles

...You have...a tampon shoved up your nose? 

“Muse. Bubs.” He cups your cheek, then patting it gently. 

When you wake up, you jump back

“BUBs, beh, listen, I, may have done something to someone out of provocation and insults whereas I also defended not only myself-” You wince at he narrows his lovely eyes at you, peering for you to go on (omg you frickin simp)

“I have protected you and your team from their,, falsehoods”

(Why are you talking like that lmao)

He blinks once. twice. going to his bathroom, he gets the first aid kid he ALWAYS had to restock because his babes CANT STOP GETTING INTO FIGHTS so he can patch you up 

“I love you, but we can take their idiocy, it’s just your idiocy I’m worried about...” He continues on, then he starts to listen to the music you’re playing

you’re playing one of his playlists he made for you

specifically, “When I’m with You <3″

He becomes flustered and you wonder if HE’S okay 

“Sh-Shut up, stupid! Stop getting into fights!” 

[rwby-necro-au-archive]

Good day, not to you. But who cares how you feel

“An absolute moron you are Ozpin. You should’ve forced them to go home.” Ozpin’s thoughts raced with trillions of different things at once.

One could say his thoughts were running as quickly as he sprinted down the countless corridors of the painfully familiar medical wing of the prison. But now wasn’t the time to remember the past. He needed to worry about what was happening right now.

As he rounded the corner he listened, he listened for a couple of things. Qrow’s voice, ironwoods voice, or the voices of guards or pursuers. Ozpin hoped to hear the voice of his partner but knew that it wasn’t a reality. He was most likely passed out by now.

“There.” He found it, the cell most likely containing Qrow. Ozpin attempted to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge, not even the doorknob would turn. He shook his head, “Idiot. Of course they locked it.”

One.

Ozpin walked backwards until he was a few inches from the wall opposite to the cell.

Two.

He took a breath, braced himself, and got ready.

Three.

In one swift charge he slammed the door open with his shoulder, knocking it off one of its hinges in the process.

Qrow peered up, visibly not in the right state of mind. Even with his blurring vision, he knew. He always knew when Ozpin was around. He tiredly chuckled, “heh, hey Ozzy.”

Ozpin looked down at him softly and sorrowfully. He quietly responded “Hello love, how are you doing?”

Qrow didn’t have the energy to even lie to Oz, not like it’d do much good anyways “Could be better.” He laughed tiredly again, “You always know how to make an entrance huh?” Qrow smiled

Oz smiled gently, “I suppose I do.” He picked Qrow up and proceeded to walk out of the prison cell.

“Awww how romantic” he teased, Qrow at this point just wanted to lighten the mood. Even if he wasn’t there completely, he still knew Oz wasn’t happy. “Can we leave yet?” He whined

Ozpin sighed, “Not quite, we need to find Oscar remember?”

Qrow mentally slapped himself at the realization. “Right. Sorry.” Oscar was still no where to be seen, how could he have been so stupid to not remember that?

Ozpin continued down the endless halls, still carrying a half awake Qrow. He needed to find Oscar, less Ironwood gets anymore bright ideas. He also needed to find Qrow’s stolen belongings, but Oscar takes priority. A few items here and there wouldn’t be too much to replace, Oscar on the other hand, was unreplaceable.

And then he heard it. The cries of a small orange specter calling for him. And the voice of man who had overstepped Ozpin’s boundaries.

Ozpin ran even faster, faster than even he believed he could run, I guess that’s what happens when you’re protective of your child. Once the guards came into view Ozpin stopped acting on logistics and starting acting on instinct.

Before he knew it the guards and scientists were thrown across the hall, most likely unconscious, and he was inside the containment cell Oscar was in. He shoved the General to the side and walked in front of Oscar. Still holding a half conscious Qrow.

“Good day, well, not for you, but who cares how you feel?” He asked ironwood rhetorically.

Ironwood just laughed “Good. I played you.” Ozpin raised an eyebrow. Ironwood smiled wickedly “Congratulations dear Ozpin, you just fell into a trap. I hope you’re proud.” He slammed the white door and locked it.

Ironwood smiled once more “Now You’re stuck in a room with me.” Ozpin raised his eyebrows in interest before gently setting Qrow down next to Oscar.

He patted Oscar’s head “Don’t worry love, papa will handle this.” As he stood back up, he turned around and looked at ironwood. “So you say I’m stuck in a room with you?”

“Correct.” Ironwood sneered with a smile. His smile didn’t like.

Ozpin laughed loudly, a cold, heartless, wheezy, smoke filled, sound “YOU THINK I’M STUCK IN A ROOM WITH YOU?!” Ozpin wheezed, as he walked up to ironwood, effectively pinning him in a corner.

Ironwood tried to stand his ground “W-what are you talking about you monster?!” Ironwood demanded

Ozpin smiled coldly “Ohhoho dear general, I think there’s been a misunderstanding!” He tilted his head slightly “Yes, a misunderstanding…I’m not stuck in a room with you, you’re stuck in a room with me!”

Ironwoods eyes widened slightly “What?” He questioned, what in gods name was he talking about?

He backed away from ironwood and laughed again whist shaking his head “I got Qrow out of his containment cell, what makes you think that THAT little door will keep me in here?” He asked, still smiling coldly at the general.

Ozpin shrugged, “Oh and how sad, little general ironwood doesn’t have his soldiers to come back him up, that’s right! Because I blasted them across the hall!”

Ironwood pulled out due process and loaded it, “SHUT UP.” He screamed. “SHUT UP. I’LL KILL YOU!”

Ozpin shook his head “Tch tch tch such a temper, you remember what I said at our last little meeting don’t you?” He spoke as if disciplining a child, which wasn’t necessarily incorrect. “Enough said.” He clapped his hands and then aimed one at the door, in an instant it flew off its hinges and into the doorway.

Oscar looked at the exit, and crawled over to Qrow “Birdie!” He whispered harshly “Birdie go!”

“Uuuugggghhh” Qrow responded, almost completely passed out.

Oscar shook Qrow, “Birdie!! Please!!” The boy begged as the two older men exchanged words back and forth. Suddenly, Qrow felt awake, and he could move his limbs. Almost as if the effects of the drug had just disappeared. “Huh wh—“ His attention snapped to Oscar who was shaking him “Birdie!” Oscar pointed to the now doorless doorframe.

An exit. Qrow immediately stood up and grabbed Oscar. He ran out the door as fast and he could and looked for an exit somewhere in the building.

Ozpin sighed a sigh of relief before turning back to the general. Ironwood was panicking, and in the midst of his panic he too, ran down the hall. “Bloody hell.” Ozpin thought, irritated as he ran down the hall after him.

He reached the main lobby of the prison where ironwood had subsequently run of out breath. Ozpin quietly approached ironwood, who had been leaning up against a wall trying to catch his breath.

He had been so distracted that he didn’t hear Ozpin’s footsteps. Ozpin stared at him for a minute and pitied how pathetic the man in front of him was.

Before grabbing him by the neck, turning him around and slammed him hard up against the grey concrete wall.

Ironwood choked out a sound of surprise at the action. Panic washed over his face as he realized who it was. More panic seeped in when he couldn’t take a breath in.

Ozpin stared coldly for a minute more before speaking in a low tone, “Do you know how much bloody pain and anguish you have caused my people, how much trauma you have caused me?” He interrogated rhetorically.

“I spent every bloody night as a child having nightmares because of what your family did to me. I spent every fucking day as a child watching my back out of pure fear that I would be caught and tortured again.” Ozpin explained, “I wasn’t born in Vale. I’m from Atlas. And I will take my vengeance and the vengeance of my people.” He spoke, gripping harder.

“So give me one reason I shouldn’t strangle you to death. Now.” Ozpin demanded

Ironwood attempted to speak, but couldn’t. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t breath, couldn’t even move. He was trapped.

Ozpin grimaced, “That’s what I thought—“

“OZPIN.” A familiar voice yelled

Ozpin turned around, still having ironwood pinned to the wall.

It was Qrow.

“How are you—“ Ozpin started

Qrow interrupted, “NO. I’m asking the questions. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He demanded.

Ozpin’s grimace deepend, “ending the cause for our pain and so many others. That’s what I’m doing.”

Qrow’s face morphed into anger, “No, you’re not. If anything you’re going to screw everyone over even more than we already are.” He shook his head “Ending him won’t fix anything, it’ll make it worse.”

“HE HURT ME, US.” Ozpin yelled

“THIS ISN’T JUST ABOUT YOU OR US OZPIN. THIS IS ABOUT THE ENTIRE NECROMANCER RACE.” Qrow screamed back, attempting to reason with the taller Necromancer.

Qrow relaxed and sighed “Put him down Oz. Deep down I know that you know this isn’t the way to fix it. Everyone’s tired. Let’s just go home…” he spoke softly

Ozpin looked down for a second, and then looked back to the man he had pinned against the wall struggling for air. He looked at Ironwood sternly before dropped him. Ironwood coughed harshly, finally being able to get the air being held hostage from his lungs. Ozpin’s footsteps were heard as he walked past Qrow and out the exit.

Qrow turned around and looked at Ironwood, ironwood looked back. Qrow glared, “I didn’t do that because I think you deserve to live, if anything, you’re a monster and deserve to rot in hell. No, I did that because he doesn’t deserve it.”

Ironwood stared at him, not saying anything, what could he say? For once the man didn’t have any sound come from his mouth. Qrow shook his head

And walked out the exit.

[dawdlingbiscuit]

Liz(zington) ‘explained’....by Liz Keen

Just a little part of a fic I wrote in 2013 about the laws of attraction. Based on what we were shown so far, mixed in with some amateur psychology. For me things could have gone either way: it was the enigma that kept me watching and I’ll probably continue through s 9. But please.....let that be the last season: it’s getting way to complicated to keep up....

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Extract from: The Bad Seed

“Is that what you would like to hear?”  Liz asked, voice perfectly calm and under control. “That I hate you?”

With a spark of renewed interest, Reddington tore himself away from his favorite view to meet her piercing, penetrating gaze.

“The truth will do.”

“Like the truths you have been dishing out, to scare me off with your little games?

“You’re still here aren’t you?” He actually seemed surprised she was, but pleased nonetheless, her cheeks a little rosier, a new gleam dancing in her eyes.

“Your cruel games don’t just make feelings go away, Red. Yes, I am attracted to you and you should have taken into account the human factor before you started all this. It’s entirely your own fault.”

She ignored his indignant little laugh and grabbed the bottle from the table, popped the cork and poured herself some more liquid courage.

“Do you have any idea what you have done to me?” she asked, looking hard at him, trying to find the words to vocalize the jumble of feelings inside her. The grey eyes glittered back in a do tell-expression. “You come into my life and change everything I have ever lived for. You ruin my marriage…”

"I thought we had just established that you are the only one who can claim responsibility for that particular issue.” he cut her off, voice drier than Frederick’s brew, but she did not bite.

“You ruin my relationship with Tom, tell me all sorts of vague stories about my past, act as if you know me, make me a partner in your grand scheme to bring down the baddies of this world …… do you have any idea what this is doing to me?”

“I’m sorry Lizzy, I am doing this for a reason.”  A genuine apology. ”Please bear with me.”

She took a moment to control her temper which threatened to suffocate the words in her throat - resisted the urge to calm her nerves with more liquor. His placid tone of voice was infuriating. If he told her one more time to exert due diligence then she would strangle him with his Borelli tie.

“You are making it very hard for me to accept you as my guardian angel. Keeping me safe from harm? You have a funny understanding of this task, because since you came into my life, I’ve been shot at, beaten, tortured, nearly executed by your dear old friend Garrick, got thrown out of a moving ambulance and the prospect of disappearing from the face of the earth in a bathtub full of smelly chemicals really tops my list of all time favorites. And you have the nerve to tell me I can trust you and you will keep me safe?”

“I already humbly admitted to you and dear old Harold, that I am not perfect, Lizzy. I do try.”

“If you’re trying to ruin my life I must admit that you are doing one hell of a job.”

“I am not trying to ruin your life, although it may seem so to you. Please trust me when I say this.”

She glanced at his tie, toyed with her glass to calm down and continued with less of a cutting edge than he expected.

“Red, did you realize when you started all this that I would either hate you with a passion or fall in love with you?”

From the look on his face she concluded that he clearly hadn’t.

“You're all I have left.” There was nothing as powerful as the plain and simple truth.  “Sam is dead, my husband gone, my co-workers don’t trust me and Ressler probably thinks I’m sleeping with you. The only one I can rely on is you and you are the most unreliable person I have ever met.”

He seemed to take that as a compliment, but his expression changed when he saw that she was genuinely affected. He filled his glass with another four fingers and listened patiently, her words sobering him up, despite the refill that burned in his throat. Her tone was light and deceptive, camouflaging the tension building up inside from all the emotions she had suppressed in the last few months.

“Byronic bad boy, Svengali, Rasputin or whatever label you want to use, you’re it. And you are surprised that the object of your affection is attracted to you? When you keep looking at me in that funny way, putting me on a pedestal like I'm some sort of Joan of Arc with an FBI badge? What kind of effect did you think it would have on me when a man like you, legendary and larger than life, charismatic, enigmatic, dangerous and handsome, tells me with that weird look in his eyes that I am so very special to him? So special even, that he is willing to give his life for me at the drop of a hat.”

“I wasn’t aware I tend to look at you in a funny way. I’ll try to refrain from that in future.”

With another apologetic smile around his lips, he put down his drink and turned to her on the couch to give her his full attention. They had passed the joking stage.

“We both know what is going on, Lizzy.” He said, thoughtfully, picking his way carefully. Liz was being unusually frank with him and he suspected that the alcohol was only partly to blame. ” Don’t fall in love with a non existing dark secret, the flaws that make me human, my past that will undoubtedly explain why I do the bad things I do. Don’t try to heal me. I am not like that, Lizzy. I am a criminal. When all this is over, it will not be revealed that I am a heroic country loving spy who has been working undercover for over twenty years, sacrificing himself for God and country. I am not Robin Hood; I am in this business for me, myself and I alone. No heroics, no hidden agenda, I am what I have become; a criminal and I will never change into the man you would like me to be.”

“I know you are a criminal. “Liz said and threw his own words right back at him.”Criminals are notorious liars and you Red, are the epitome of all liars.”

“Well, liar or not, believe me when I say that I had never anticipated that you would fall in love with me.”

It suddenly felt weird having this conversation with him, yet there was no stopping now. It wasn’t that simple. Nothing about Raymond Reddington ever was.

“Let me enlighten you about human nature, Red – give you a tour of my psyche. When someone lifts you up, makes you feel special and constantly feeds you with little pieces of the puzzle of your life, little tidbits to keep you hooked: it creates a need. A need for more. Not just more of the same, because with that need comes greed and you want it all. It is as addictive as a drug and the craving for more makes me an addict: it is all I have left to live for and I keep running back to you for more.”

The words spoken gently but deliberate, washed over Red and for the umpteenth time he regretted his decision to involve Elizabeth Keen in his life.

“I didn’t fall in love with you, Red, because I don’t even know you. I am attracted to you. I need you. There’s a difference. Love has nothing to do with it. And it’s not the reason why you are creating this distance, not the reason for warning me off. It’s not me that is the problem here; it’s you.”

There it was again - the sudden flicker of pain in his eyes, giving him away. She was on the right track.

He put down his drink and stood. Until this moment it had all been a game, a little exciting, a little dangerous; but Reddington did not permit himself many potentially risky games with this particular player. She was too important. And he was no longer in control.

“It’s late.” he said in a tone that clearly indicated that the conversation was over. “We both had more than our share of drinks. I’ll wake up Demby so he can drive you home.”

She looked up at him, her shrewd gaze appraising him. She had crossed the line in the sand and he was annoyed with himself that he didn’t see it coming.

[capri-ramblings]

I thought of this randomly but, what would the vice dorm leaders react to finding a dirty magazine insides mc's bag resulting from Ace's pranks? Just for fun, no nsfw here hehehe

I loved writing this lmao,poor MC (Psst btw i referred Ortho to a minor cause he a baby okay,bye)

["It's not mine,I swear to God"]

Trey Clover

- He would have the biggest smug grin you'll ever live to see

- You know which one, MC.

- He'll be discreet with it in a sense that no one else would see it but you

- And then he'll just act all dumb about it when you tell him it wasn't yours and that it was probably Ace's stupid prank

- "I don't know what you're talking about, MC? Why would you of all people be carrying around such a thing?"

- Trey's going to have the time of of his life teasing you about it

- Of course he knows it was Ace's doing and he'll have a good talk with the sneaky first year later but he won't pass up an opportunity to make you flustered

- God, when he pulls a stunt like accidentally asking Riddle if he'd know someone with access to such things, you'd probably die of embarrassment before the red haired could even guess what was happening

Jade Leech

- He would probably have a smug grin equal to Trey's but he wouldn't be so nice about it at all

- He'll literally would walk up to you and have his usual friendly demeanor,before he just pulls the damn thing out and goes all

- "Oya,I really didn't think you'd fancy such entertainment,dear MC"

- and cue Floyd Laughing and bullying you for like half a week, going around an asking questions about how you got it and who was your favourite in it to which you'd try to tell them it was all Ace's dumb prank

- They'd probably listen and believe it too but Ace would hear from them a bit later

- Jade likes seeing you all uncomfortable and red cheeked

- The act of embarrassing you was like squeezing you dry of all your self pride and that was always fun to watch

- Though if Floyd was being too loud about it, he'd probably drop it and tend to the matter as any responsible vice dorm leader would

- It's no good if other people had fun teasing you after all

Ortho Shroud

- This little boy would have came to MC the moment he saw it and promptly ask them to stash it away somewhere more secret

- He wouldn't scold them or even judge, Because it's normal for their kind, isn't it? Everyone has their own way of how they'd spend their alone time

- Ortho would be so understanding it'd be so very hard to tell him it wasn't yours, he even promised to keep it a secret from Idia

- He's so caring. You were sure to give Ace an earful later on

- The problem now was that Ortho thinks you like those kind of magazines and since he likes you so much and sees you as his bestest friend, he'll start sneaking in some more and putting it away in places only you'd know with small little notes that read things like;

- "Hope you like this kind too!"

- "Pssst,this one has a swimsuit theme"

- "From your best friend,Ortho!"

- Oh god, it's just terrible. You were practically letting a minor buy you pornography

- If Idia knew he'd have a heart attack

- So you told Ortho to stop and at first he thinks it's because he didn't get your taste in magazines but then you tell him the whole thing and he just bursts our laughing. He goes to tell his brother and Idia almost chokes on air.

- "You should've told me sooner, silly!"

- He doesn't hold anything against you but he'll take the magazines away and have Ace reap what he sow

Rook Hunt

- Rook is surprised but like Ortho he doesn't judge you or see you in any sort of bad light

- Though he does confront you about it and asks you why would you put such a thing in such an easily accessible place

- You tell him it's a prank pulled on by Ace and he'll let out a chuckle

- He finds it amusing, the fact that you and Ace were so close made him feel giddy

- "I wish you were that comfortable with me" He said and you without really thinking said that you were because you did see Rook as a friend,so in a way you were already comfortable with him, weren't you?

- He'd be happy to hear it.

- Though you just made yourself another friend who would pull pranks on you to express their affection

- Yes, you read that exactly

- Now you have both Ace and Rook playing tricks on you, but the difference was that Rook was a bit more strategic in his pranks and you could never see which way it was coming from

- You thought the magazine in your bag was horrible? Wait until Rook does his version of it.

Jamil Viper

- "What is this?"

- Unlike most of the vice dorm heads, Jamil tries to not judge you but ends up doing it anyway

- And he will be discreet about it, pulling you to the side and taking the magazine out, but only because he sees it as a chance of blackmail for when he needs you to help him with something you morally wouldn't do

- Though,you wouldn't know it at first

- Jamil would act as if he's the worried older brother coming to give his younger sibling a scolding

- "It's one thing to even have this kind of thing and another thing to bring it around in something as vulnerable as your bag. Really,what were you thinking MC?"

- You'd tell him, no,it wasn't mine, it's Ace thinking this kind of humour is actually funny, and he'll act all understanding and say he won't tell anyone but oh,boy, you just gave him the confession that Ace would actually have dirty magazines in his possession and that means another blackmail card up his sleeve

- Probably not the best vice dorm head to catch you in this situation but if you play your own cards well enough,you might just survive

Lilia Vanrouge

- Oh,my

- "Who would've thought you liked this kind of thing,MC?"

- Lilia would have so many snarky teases about it the moment he sees the front page and he'd be smiling widely while he searches the whole school for you

- And when he finally sees you

- You'll experience the most trying challenge in your entire life

- To not strangle Night Raven's most prestigious dorm's vice head with every ounce of your energy

- Like Trey and Jade, Lilia finds pleasure in bullying you about it but unlike the two he won't stop just cause people might find out

- Honestly,he already knows it probably wasn't even yours to begin with but what's the fun in coming clean so fast?

- He likes seeing you blush and desperately try to shut him up, it's like watching a baby get all fussy and it's been a while since he's had anyone to tease

- Lilia would have you chase him to keep his mouth shut and through it all, you'll hear him laughing like some kind of toddler on a sugar rush

- From the outside,people would think the two of you were playing some kind of game but you're internally screaming and Lilia is aware you wouldn't want to talk to him for the entire year after his little stunt was over

Ruggie Bucchi

- He has all the power to let the entire dorm know about it, but instead he comes to you privately and uses it to blackmail you

- "What? You thought I was gonna let you loose that easy?"

- Thanks to that thick headed Ace, Ruggie now had an assistant to help him with Leona who the dorm head himself questioned their sudden willingness to be his slave but because Ruggie was grinning from ear to ear and you had too much self pride to let Leona of all people know someone snuck in a dirty magazine in your bag, you just said it was of your own whim

- He probably wouldn't leak your situation despite him making you believe he would, because if Ruggie had to be honest, he liked you and he didn't want anyone else to push you around

- And since you're always helping people, he knew you'd eventually get used to lending him a hand and then he wouldn't use Ace's prank to blackmail you

- I guess Ruggie would be your best bet I'm this situation,sure he seems like the sort that would tell the entire school, but once he sees you genuinely upset about it, he'll just use it as fake bait to have someone else attend to Leona

- At the end of the day though, the magazine somehow ends up on Ace's bed and Riddle just so happens to pass by for an inspection

[floosies]

Beechwood Park

pairing: 60′s au (Richard Madden x oc!poc!fem!Reader)

summary: In the late 60′s Cynthia was struggling model who’d just about reached her wits end and succumb to her parents wishes for her to continue her studies. Mr. Madden would say otherwise though.

warnings: age gap, smut, cursing, 18 + material

Series Masterlist

3. Smoke Dreams

Her mind couldn’t stop thinking about their private moment in the hallway. About his hands and how quickly he had her feeling like jelly. She’d only kissed a boy once at a birthday party when she was ten. Kissing him wasn’t like that, it was different in such a good way. She wasn’t innocent she knew what sex was and even though she was still pure, there were many men who she knew were waiting for a chance at her. 

One thing that was for certain though was he called again. They talked about it in whispers whilst Stella was still in the flat. She’d confessed that she had gotten the callback and had a photoshoot in the weekend. Mr. Egerton had agreed to be her agent and he’d send a car for her at 9 am sharp. Mr. Madden was happy to hear that she was doing well, but he had other plans.

Richard wanted to spend more time with her. His plan was to have a getaway with her in the upcoming week. He’d planned everything, he even went through Taron to make sure she was available. It did catch Cynthia off guard how well informed he was about her schedule. Stella wasn’t surprised at all, “I think he wants to be your daddy at this point.” She said playfully as they ate dinner  “oh please. I am far too young to be married, besides he’s practically an old man. Why would he want me?” 

Stella loved Cynthia like a sister, she really did, but god could Cynthia be so daft sometimes. They were watching some shite show on the telly when Stella brought it up again, “he looks at you like a dog looks at a bone. He wants you, and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up having you.” Cynthia didn’t want to admit the truth, but she had a feeling that her best friend was right, “I am not his type. I can’t be, look at me.” Goodness, “this is England love. That thing  doesn’t matter here. Let him have a chance at ya, you’ll regret it if you don’t.” 

With that, the weekend came. Sure enough the girls were ready for a small holiday in Brighton. Mr. Egerton of course had his photo shoot first, it went swimmingly. The photographer loved Cynthia, and Mr. Madden was there, well everyone was there. 

Richard could see her star power from the moment she began posing for the camera. It made him want her more. An intelligent woman with looks that could make him fall weak to his knees, he couldn’t wait to have her alone. A celebration dinner was in order for the first night out of the little holiday. Taron being a good wingman brought along an old uni friend, Dominic Cooper, his tastes and profession similar to Stella’s.

One would think that these pairs were couples from just seeing them together. Richard and Cynthia in their mod fashioned clothing, opposing Stella and Dominic in their monochromatic black outfits inspired by poetry obsessive intellectuals. Taron was the odd one out, but he still was in many of the conversations going on in the dinner table.

A conversation on relationships came about during dessert and it was very interesting to say the least. Stella made it a point to bring up the use of the word daddy as a nickname for a woman’s husband, “does a woman really want to reminded of her father?” Everyone laughed, but Cynthia quickly added, “I agree no one wants to think of their father, however I think it’s endearing really. Daddy seems like a title deserved if he really acts like what a daddy is supposed to be.” This intrigued everyone at the table, Taron raised a curious eyebrow. It was Dominic though who asked the question, “so how does a daddy behave Ms. Ridge?”

Cynthia could feel the heat on her face rising, she was in the hot seat now. She took a good drink of her champagne before answer, “he should be like Prince Phillip, modest and handsome.” Dominic rolled his eyes, “a monarchist. I knew it!” Stella laughed, “it’s only fitting for a woman of her intelligence and poise. Cynthia my dear you are extraordinary as always.” It seems everyone was content with her answer. It calmed her beating heart down a bit, she finally looked over at Mr. Madden who gave her a wink before finishing his last bit of champagne. 

Dinner ended nicely, Mr. Egerton reminded Cynthia she had some reshoots the next morning and then his car arrived taking him back to his beach front home. Stella and Dominic had hit it off, this led to Dominic convincing Stella to go with to a some poetry club near the hotel they were staying. This left Cynthia with Mr. Madden, she knew it would end well enough.

They were staying in the same hotel, “finally a moment alone.” She shyly grinned, “yes finally.” Into a lift they went, “so am I like Prince Phillip then?” Cynthia was caught a bit off guard, “oh. I umm..well...I suppose-” “darling I was only teasing. Besides would you ever see this old man as your daddy.” Her answer was a surprise to both of them, “I wouldn’t mind, if you’d want me.” They’d arrived on his floor and before she could react he was practically puling her into his room.

When the door closed a series of deep kisses began. Clothing was flying everywhere, but she had to stop it quickly, “Richard I’ve never-” he cut her off. “It’s okay. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” The lust was there though, “I want you to do everything just be gentle.” That was all that needed to be said. His lips began to trail sloppy kisses over her body until he’d reached her core. 

She’d never done anything like this, she felt something warm and wet. Then she felt a wave of pleasure as she realized it was his mouth. Looking down she saw his eyes staring at her. Her hands tangled into his hair as she slowly rode his face, it was so good, too good that she couldn’t control herself from climaxing. He went back up leaving more bruising kisses over her body. Cynthia didn’t know much about sex, but she was willing to try. Before he could do anything else, she turned them over and began descending to his groin. 

Her hands tugged on his member, she saw his head fall back with his lips parted open. She wanted to go further, but she wasn’t quite sure how to, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to love,” Richard’s voice coaxed raggedly. She still continued the soft pulls and tugs, “I just don’t know how is all.” 

Richard was somehow more turned on by her innocence, “it’s just like an ice lolli,” she went straight in. He fell back onto the bed, just the sight of her like this was enough for him. If she kept at it he wouldn’t last much longer. Gently he pulled her away, “I want tonight to be about you darling.” She laid under him again, his right hand trailed to her core again, gently teasing her bud whilst the other hand toyed with her breasts. He watched as her chest rose and fell heavily. He could feel the slick building up in his fingers. 

Pulling away he heard her small whines for more, he quickly went for the condom in trousers. Cynthia’s heart was racing, she couldn’t deny she wanted him but when she saw the size of him she wondered if it would even possible. He had just put on the thing, “it’ll only hurt at the start.” His fingers went to work again on her bud as he entered her. The pain was starting to be greater than the pleasure. 

He whispered sweet things in her ear and kissing the nape of her neck as he fully entered her. She was trying her hardest not cry, instead focusing on kissing him and his voice. After a minute or two, the intensity of the pain died and dulled, her hips began to rock against his member. Soon as he felt her wanting for more he began to slowly bottom out and move into her again. It didn’t take long for her to begin enjoying the feeling.

She had her arms draped under his shoulders, his head was nuzzled into her neck as he tried he mask his groans into her skin. Trying to hold back her moans was something that was getting difficult as the pleasure continued to build. Then she just couldn’t hold back, “p-pl-please harder.” He smirked, “I’ll do whatever you want me to darling, just say that I’ll be your daddy for life.” She moaned out a chant of yeses. 

Her legs were beginning to tremble as he thrusted and then he hit her sweet spot, and he knew it was it from the way she gasped out and arched her back. Her skin was glistening with sweat, she looked like an angel, the way she was tightening up around him, he knew she was close. He pulled her into almost a sitting position, “you’re close aren’t you darling?” His voice was shaky, and she was in bliss at this point, “oh daddy.” This only made him speed up his pace, “that’s right be a good girl for daddy. Daddy’s got you love, let go darling.” His fingers worked on her bud as he thrusted into her sweet spot. A strangled moan left her lips as she rode at her high.

They laid sprawled out, he was giving her a chance to catch her breath before running her a bath. Her eyes trailed to him, he was covered in her lipstick it made her giggle, he raised an eyebrow “what is it?” She smiled, “my lipstick is all over you.” He looked down seeing kiss marks and stains everywhere, he simply shrugged, “your lipstick looks good on me.” She moved in closer to him, “did you enjoy your first time?” She looked up at his blue eyes, nodding. He smiled, “do you really mean you want to be with me?” She was going to be the death of him, “of course I do. Now let’s run you a bath and then go to bed,” but if she would kill him, he would die with a smile.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 181

181

“A whoo whoo whooo...”

Curled up in his bed, Lance was woken from his dozing by a sad barking. He hadn’t known he’d caused so much trouble. He’d put his headphones on, and pulled himself together as he did another 180 over Keith. Breaking down the aspects of Keith’s life and his likes, Lance was trying to work out how to make Keith happy. He’d been deep in thought. He wanted to explore absolutely every avenue. Curtis had his demon summoned out of him. Keith might have a chance. His friend helped confirm there was never going to be a way for him to be human again.

Reading in bed, Lance hadn’t meant to doze. The book was boring as heck, a cheap trashy romance book that made very little sense. Normally a perfect distraction... His brain still excited from the three games of chess he’d played with Coran as they tried to distract themselves from Keith’s first turn.

“A whoo whoo... whoo... whoooo”

With another mournful howl, Lance placed his book aside with a sigh. He hadn’t meant to shut Kosmo out, or in. He wasn’t sure where the doggo was hiding. If it wasn’t Kosmo it could be Matt. If Matt had lost track of Rieva he tended to act extremely pathetic. Blue was curled on his bed, her tail flicking at the pathetic sound, probably because it interrupted her beauty sleep. He needed to find Kosmo on the off chance he’d gotten out and tried to follow the others.

Stopping by the bathroom, Lance bundled himself up. Fluffy robe and slippers donned, Lance held his belly for balance, waddling down the stairs with a sign to himself. Coran was sleeping in the office for the night, in case Keith got himself hurt, or he didn’t take the turn well. He felt so fat and unbalanced, carrying not low, but not like high, with Google not exactly giving him a name for looking like a team of basketballs had been breeding in his stomach. With all his amazingly wonderful powers, he didn’t have stretch marks. He wished he did. He wished his belly looked more... pregnant. Not just inflated.

Flicking the switch on for the back, Lance unlocked the back door

“Kosmo!”

It was freezing. Pulling the dressing grown around him, he shuffled out on to the paving. Damn fur sons. He could be sleeping. He’d only just peed but the air was making him need to pee again.

“Whooo... whoo. Whoo”

Maybe Kosmo was hurt? The cries reminded him of the times Kosmo thought he’d been abandoned forever by being shut out the bathroom by the big evil door. Following around to the side of the house, Lance wrinkled his nose at the moist grass. Icky. He’d have to wash his feet and his poor slippers

“Kosmo! Come here, boy!”

Whistling and clicking, Lance realised the mistakes he’d made as he blinked at the black blob in his yard. Fuck... he didn’t think Keith would be back. He thought he was smelling with from where he’d left his clothes with Matt’s and Rieva’s

“Keith?”

With a very mournful and sad whimper, Keith rose to his legs shakily. His whole body moved stiffly. Long legs ended in huge paws. Keith pitch black, eyes brilliant yellow. His teeth kind of really scary... but he looked... sad. Where were Matt and Rieva?

“Keith? Hey, buddy. What are you doing here?”

Slinking over to him, Keith let out a sad howl that embarrassed wolves everywhere. Sitting down. He stared up at Lance, Lance didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do. This wasn’t good. Keith was supposed to be giving into the pull of the moon. He’d liked to think himself educated enough, until he’d gained two werewolf roommates and he’d learned more than he ever needed to

“Did you get lost?”

Keith whined, Lance didn’t speak wolf. Dawn was hours away

“Okay. I gather you’re not having a fun time”

“A whooooo who whooo”

Howling, Keith sounded sadder. Reaching his hand out, the wolf sniffed at it before baring his teeth. Had Matt and Rieva ditched Keith? Or had they brought him back because he was hurt and didn’t want to possibly attack Lance so had already left?

“Okay. No getting too close. Smart one Lance. Go see the fresh turned wolf alone. Of course it wasn’t Kosmo out here. Fucking idiot. You can’t do anything right. Alright, Keith. You come with me with me. Coran is in the office”

“Whooo...”

Riiiiight. No. He didn’t speak wolf

“Keith. I can’t understand you, but I can tell you’re not okay. Come inside, it’s freezing out here”

Keith walked by Lance’s side. Lance trying not to freak out. Keith was hulking. He right out of a movie as some kind of death hound or dark omen. With how stiff Keith watched, he was sure he must have hurt himself. He’d never seen a wolf so stiff, the closest comparison was Keith was walking how Kosmo had after a thermometer to his butt. Maybe Matt... No. He didn’t want to think about Keith moving on and further away from him. He wasn’t suited to him anymore. If Matt and Rieva both felt that way towards Keith, he didn’t stand a chance. It fucking sucked.

Holding the door open for Keith, Keith managed to trip himself over the lip of the step. Lance now certain Keith had hurt himself. No werewolf was this clumsy, turned or not, Keith had spent hours running around as a wolf. His control would be better than this. Leading the way, he knocked on the office door, knowing Coran wouldn’t be sleeping. He just hoped he wasn’t snooping. Coran needn’t have rushed for his sake. He would have emerged from the office eventually. He’d just gotten caught up in his music and trying to make a list of things Keith liked. He was sure Keith would remain in Platt with Shiro for the time being. He was trying to think of how to reintroduce Keith to the things his boyfriend loved

“Coran, open up. I think Keith’s hurt!”

Coran came bustling wearing a borrowed robe, the same Black one Shiro had borrowed when he and Keith first stayed

“Lance? Keith... What are you doing here?”

“He was sitting outside howling. He’s not moving right”

“Oh, dear! He should be off chasing the moon! Keith, you’d better come in quick. You should be healing by now”

Keith carefully stepped his way into the room. Actions jolted

“See what I mean. He’s so stiff”

“Yes, indeed! It’s remarkable he hasn’t attacked!”

“I don’t care about remarkable. I’m more worried he’s hurt”

Coran blinked his way out of staring at Keith. Keith’s wolf was bigger than both Rieva’s and Matt’s, but he was thinner, sleeker. His fur black, unlike the mousy brown tones of his friends

“Can you get up on the bed so we can take a little look?”

Keith huffed, before making the most awkward effort ever to climb up. He was all legs and zero coordination. Coran taking pity and helping heft Keith’s butt up on the bed with the rest of him. Sitting down, Keith started again with the howling

“Whooo. Who... whooooooo...”

“See, he sounds bad. I thought I’d shut Kosmo out, or Matt had lost Rieva. Shouldn’t he be violent and angry right about now?”

“Awhoooooooo”

Keith didn’t seem to like what he’d said. Lance couldn’t help that he was shocked. Keith was being a total sook and not at all the angry anger loaf he’d been since waking

“Is that so my boy. Then what happened?”

“A whoo... whoo... woof!”

Since Coran asked, he must know how to speak wolf

“What’s he saying?”

“I haven’t the foggiest. Let me examine him, why don’t you take a seat. You look awfully uncomfortable”

That had something to do with the pain in his hips. He’d take a massage right about now

“Is it safe?”

“I don’t think he’ll bite. I’ll stop him before any harm can come to you or the twins”

Coran had stopped Matt after he’d torn Lance’s back to shreds... If anyone could, it’d be him. Sitting down in his office chair, Lance winced as he back twinges. Keith giving a loud howl

“Whoooo!”

Lance was going to either burst out laughing or be deafened if Keith kept this out. Probably both... Keith sounded very very unwolf like, despite his appearance. He sounded like he had something stuck in his throat or was trying to mimic a wolf’s sounds when all he had was a dog to go off

“Keith, indoor voice! I’m fine! You don’t have to complain loudly, Coran is going to check you out”

“A whooo... whoo... whooo... woo”

Lance ducked his head. Keith could understand him. His “howl” a little louder than Kosmo’s whining, but not full volume. It sounded that much more strangled as Keith tried to talk. Was this like when he was a bat? When he’d squeak and chirp hoping to be understood even though he knew he would be? Strangely enough Lance’s ego wasn’t riled up by the wolf like he’d thought it’d be. It was agitated, annoyed, pissed about the cold, but not about Keith. Unlike Keith who’d decided to growl at him. Coran ignored all danger as he sat on the bed next to Keith, holding his hand out for Keith to sniff. Keith seemed insulted by whatever he found on there, wrinkling up his muzzle. For a big bad wolf that took up almost all the bed, he wasn’t acting like he should. His first full moon should mean Keith was mental, near rabid with werewolfy needs. Not sitting in his office looking sad. Matt and Rieva were getting a stern talking to about leaving Keith alone.

“Now, my lad. No biting. I expect you wouldn’t find my blood all that palatable”

“A whoooo”

What did Keith have to be afraid of? Coran was a bad arse when he needed to be. He couldn’t take the fae, even if he tried

“Keith, you don’t have to howl. Coran isn’t going to hurt you. How about this, you nod or you shake your head?”

“A whooo...?”

God. He couldn’t help it. A chuckle slipped out, followed by a hiss. Laughing bad

“I have to pee. I don’t know what’s left to pee, but I have to pee. Should I bring Keith back some water?”

“Yes, he’s probably quite thirsty. Make sure you leave the door open so he knows it’s you coming”

Lance grumbled. He wasn’t about to risk being savaged by startling Keith

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here who smells like a walking bone that’s both pregnant and very dead”

“Right you are, but any suddenness and things could change in an instant”

Heading to the bathroom first, Lance then stopped by the kitchen on the way back. Grabbing out the jar of pickles and a big block of chocolate from the cupboard, he nearly forgot Keith’s water in the need fo satisfy his weird craving. Deciding on a Tipperary container, given it was plastic and less likely for Keith to break while he drank, he carried the lot back to the office where Keith was laying on his back with his legs up. Zero shame right there. No way was Keith coming near him with that between his legs. His nuts were huge, not that Lance wanted to see, but they were impossible to miss. If Keith found himself a wolfy girlfriend she’d be pregnant in no time

“I brought a bowl. How is he?”

Setting the bowl on the floor, Keith rolled over, giving him an unimpressed look

“What are you going to do? You don’t have thumbs to hold a glass and you’re not messing up the bed”

Keith huffed at him. Tail giving a lazy thump

“I can’t find anything wrong with him. No breaks or blood. Though he is aroused. Perhaps he’s so docile because he already thinks of you as his mate and returned because he misses you”

“Coran, I’m a vampire. He should be gnawing on my leg by now, not wanting to hump it”

Keith whined loudly, nosing at the blankets as if he wanted to hide his face

“He has exhibited signs of thinking of you as his mate. First angry you had been spending time with Allura, then over your joke. This is most unexpected. He’s not the first to receive werewolf blood instead of a bite. This is very interesting”

“Well when you’re done poking at him, he can have a drink and go for another run. He has to work off that energy without destroying my furniture”

“I want to try something first, if you’re okay with it”

For some reason Lance looked to his pickles and chocolate

“I’m not sharing”

“Gracious! No. That combination... I think not. No. I’m interested to see how Keith reacts if I approach you”

That didn’t sound like a good idea. He didn’t want his craving food spilt in the process

“Let me put this down first...”

When Lance turned his back, Coran moved up behind him. Keith leaping off the bed to get between the pair of them so fast that Lance nearly knocked the jar of pickles over. Why did provoking the otherwise docile werewolf seem a good idea?!? As Coran started chuckling, he wanted to hit him. He was jumpy enough without Coran adding to it!

“I hope you proved you point!”

“I think I have. He’s very protective of you...”

“Keith’s been protective of me since day one. Well, maybe not day one, but he did try to defend my honour more than once”

“I must do some further research into this. I mean, naturally I’ve met docile wolves before, even the occasional wolf who’d tolerate a vampire. I wonder if there’s anything in the literature over when werewolves and vampires first fell out...”

Lance had to do a three point turn on the spot seeing Keith wasn’t moving. Lowering himself into his chair, he frowned at the mass of wolf in front of him. He just didn’t get it. Was it in his scent? Rieva had been super attentive to him. Was it in werewolves to protect young, no matter who they belonged too? Nah. That was too optimistic. A female knocked up with a baby that wasn’t her mates could expect aggression. Was it because they were Keith’s scent and somehow he smelt like Keith so Keith knew not to hurt him? That too seemed far too optimistic

“So basically Keith isn’t hurt. He’s just... lonely? Do we find him a female wolf? I don’t know what to do”

Keith snarled at the mention of a female wolf. His eyes narrowing as he gazed up at Lance

“Don’t look at me like that. My arse is not taking that... when you’re not human. I don’t know what to do for you...”

“I think you insulted him”

“I can see that. Keith, you have to admit, I’m allowed to be confused as fuck. I was expecting a blood thirsty feral beast, not you to be lonely and inside. Could it be because the real full moon is tomorrow?”

“Possibly. Or the slow release of blood into his system. He has been quite aggressive, as we’ve all noticed”

Lance popped the top on the pickles, nodding because it was true. Keith had been a douche. He got it, but it didn’t make it hurt less if he was completely honest

“I think he should head back out and make the most of burning up his extra energy”

Popping a pickle in his mouth, he groaned at the bitter taste. Soooo good. He just knew the chocolate with it would make it perfect. Opening the block of chocolate, he was proved right, moaning loudly at the bitter sweet tastes. Rubbing his butt against the floor, he seemed to have flipped on Keith’s horny switch

“Should I get him a pillow?”

Coran arched an eyebrow

“Whatever for?”

“So he can take care of his urges? I want to help, but that’s a no go. I don’t even know if he likes me that much anymore”

“He does. He was most concerned. Silly boy thought he was no longer Keith now he had his ego”

Hadn’t Lance told him that he was? Suddenly pickles and chocolate turned to tears. Keith was Keith. He was in there. He just needed to relearn to be himself

“I’m sorry. I’m having a lot of emotions right now. Keith, I’m not trying to be mean. I don’t know what to do. Matt and Rieva came as a pair and I know they do things when they wolf out... I guess I’m an arsehole for not understanding what it’s like to be a wolf”

“Whooooooooooo”

Lance shook his head, covering his face as he started crying harder. He wanted his pickles and he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t have both at the same time

“Perhaps it’s best you head to bed. I can stay with Keith”

What? Why? He’d been trying to get Keith outside and now he didn’t want him to go, but he also didn’t want to cause a situation where Keith acted out, because it was the natural wolf thing to do, with a possibly dire consequence

“But he’s meant to be my boyfriend! I told him he was still himself!”

“Keith will be quite safe with me. I’ll take him for a walk”

If Keith wasn’t hurt, then he had to be having trouble working out how to adjust to four legs... How could keith not walk? Then again, he could barely fly as a bat. His ego secretly laughed at Keith, upsetting Lance further. He felt all flustered over crying, making him cry more. Keith was huge and he couldn’t walk... and he wanted to do the do, but Lance didn’t want to do the do with anyone but Keith, and only when they were stable in their relationship with both of them consenting. Why did Coran have to bring him here when Lance was emotionally ready to see Keith?

“He can’t even walk... Coran, he can’t walk... How is he going to protect himself? He can’t walk...”

“He can walk. He simply needs to get used to his body being in a different form. Now, my boy, you head off back upstairs. We’ll soon have Keith adjusted to his new ego and form”

Craning his head back, Keith looked at him, howling mournfully

“A whooooooooo”

“I’m not leaving the house. I have to get some sleep, I’ve been busy since I got home. I need to rest for the sake of the twins, and I need to take my pickles and chocolate with me”

“A... a whoo!”

“You’ll be okay. You should go run. Trust me when I say you’ll feel better. Rieva and Matt always do”

Keith didn’t seem convinced

“Go. Run. Let your ego flare a little. If you’re anxious think of it like training. It’ll be good for you. I’m not trying to make you leave or anything like that, but you can’t pretend you’re not a wolf with wolf urges. That’d be like me trying to live on human food alone. Then in morning you’ll take a shower, clog my drain with mud and grass, but you’ll feel better for it”

Keith huffed, he eyed the bowl on the floor with annoyance. Okay, it was pretty animal like but Keith was an animal right now

“You’re allowed to act like a wolf. Drinking out a bowl doesn’t make you any less. You’ll be okay. You just have to stop overthinking, which I know is hard for you, but you are who you are. Wolf and... all”

Yawning, Lance wanted his bed. Now he knew Keith was alright, he’d be able to sleep then talk to Keith about it in the morning. When had he calmed down from sobs? And how did manage to sound calming when Keith was having an internal crisis. God. He needed sleep. He definitely wasn’t thinking straight

“And with that, off to bed with you”

“Yeah. I’m going. I’ll see you guys in the morning. Night, babe. Be safe”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I got a problem...I just watched the bnha episode that had Kai in it and now I love pretty crow man even more...So I was wondering, how would Overhaul react to a really understand and all around nice s/o who is super shy, but secretly is a badass. It might be kinda funny cause she could just walk up to enemies and they never think anything of her until they try to attack kai or something and she is quickly able to disarm them.

I just have a little tiny heartattack evertime he appears (also mimic's voice, dear god, I couldn't stop laughing when he said "PUNK")

Overhaul/ Chisaki Kai x reader

It was just a simple walk on the city, a simple, calm walk with you on the streets of the city of Tokyo... He was becoming so stressed with the experiments and all of his work on the yakusa that he was at the point of what you called "exaustation".

"So there's a group of rats that wants- Overhaul?" Hari stopped on his rambling just to see his boss staring numbingly at the front door. He called but no response.

"Overhaul?" He tried once again waving his hand at the front of the young leader's face just to all of the sudden his head falls straight to the table.

Nemoto and Kurono stares for a while with wide eyes before Hari made his way out of the office while saying "don't let anyone enter, I will bring (Y/N)..."

Let's just say that he was just a bit tired, just a bit...

On that day you and him talked for a while about his health and while Kai was extremely careful with any sickness and germs he was terrible when it came to mental health or when he reached his limit but wouldn't admit it... After minutes of coaxing the stubborn golden eyed man, you finally had him convinced to take one entire day off of work; you had to talk with Pops before and he only said "please make him, he is going to kill himself with exhaustion, that boy never stops..." he does this because he is gratefull to you Pops :(

So there you were, walking besides each other on a quiet street with only the city lights to illuminate the dark night. He took just one moment to look at your features and your reply was just a silly shyly smile making one grow on his lips as well under his black surgeon mask. It's almost impossible for him not to take at least two minutes of a day to just admire your figure.

You were so reserved and shy; it took longer than he expected to develop a relationship with you but no way in hell he was gonna to say that he regret it. You were perfect, the incarnation of the only good things on this word, why do you think he called you angel all the time?

He is not going to hide his pride as well when almost everyone of the base and all the eight precepts are enchanted by you... Your gentleness and care were at first allarming to them but as the time goes by, you had become like a sacred object to them. Overhaul made very clear to every one in the base that if anything wrong happened to you, the person whose was responsible was going to view something way worse than hell itself.

Mimic strangled a guy when he asked for your number one time and Chisaki was very grateful...

Well but what was suppose to be a loveable walk to relieve his nerves turned to one annoying encounter with a man, recognizing Overhaul's features and daringly aiming a gun at his head.

"You bastard! You killed all of my comrades you fucking sociopath!" Yelled the man trembling as he stared with fear yet with rage at the both of you.

Chisaki annoyingly took a big breath and securely pushed you behind him never lowering his guard but also not alarmed neither.

"Angel stay back, this will not take too long." He whispered not even once breaking eye contact with the man.

"I WILL KILL YOU MONSTER! MAYBE THEM YOU WON'T HAVE ANYMORE YOUR FUCKUNG PRIDE STICKED TO YOUR FUCKING-"

"Are you seriously going to yell at this hour of the night? Don't act so foolish, the more sound you make you will atract the heroes here, and as far as I know you aren't a saint and they probablygoung to arrest you, so I would think carefully..." he monotonous spoke.

The guy flinched at hearing his voice and when he notice Chisaki carefully starting to take his right glove off the man nervously aimed at your head trembling more than ever and sayed:

"O-one more move from you and your little toy is dead! I know she's quirkless! One wrong move from you and you can say bye bye to her right here and now!" He almost cried while saying this to Overhaul's face, and he couldn't miss it the way Kai's eyes darkened at his threat.

How. Dare. This piece of trash. Involves you in this?

That man iss going to wish to never had born after he is done with him.

"Go ahead."

"W-what?!" The guy flinched

Chisaki finally broke contact with the guy to stare at you.

"What the hell you're doing?" He whisper-yelled at you, suddenly gripping you with his arm to prevent you got any closer.

Didn't you notice this guy was aiming a fucking gun that could explode your brain?!

"You heard me, go ahead." You pointed at your head mockingly "What? Scared of what might happen to you after?"

The guy yelled an "I warned you" before he merciless pushed the gate.

"(Y/N)! DOWN!" Overhaul yelled.

.

.

.

Wait what?

Where was the gun shot? Where was the bullet?

Chisaki started to looking for any injuries in your body, but got nothing.

He stared at you with wide wondering eyes which you only replied with a giggle holding in front of him some bullets.

"It was quite simple actually! He got distracted following us so I took the chance to sneak around, remember when I said I only wanted to check out something?" You shown with more enfasis all of the gun's ammo.

If it wasn't for the mask you could see the proud smile that it was forming at the face of your boyfriend.

Before he could reply something, both of you flinched when the guy yelled grabbing a knife out of nowhere and came rushing in the direction of Chisaki.

You buffed mumbling something close to "it's like an cockroach, you can't get away with it that easy" and simply punched the guy straight on the jaw with a following kick on the stomach causing him to fall on his back on the dirty ground. He tried to grab the knife that scaped his hand but you were quicker and stepped hard, merciless, on his hand. You pulled his hair to expose his neck while with your another hand you aproach dangerously the knife to his skin.

Chisaki crossed his arms over his chest admiring the scene with a smirk all the time; taking steps closer to a point where he is inches away from both the man and you.

"Done already?" You asked pulling closer the knife to his neck.

"My, aren't you a sneaky dangerously little angel yourself darling?" Chisaki mused ignoring the guy's presence.

You choose to ignore the coming blush to prevent the stranger to get away.

"N-no wonder why you are with this f-freak..!"

Now the strong kick he felt on his face was from Overhaul, making the guy actually hit, with force the wall of the alley. Oh dear, now that wall had a little of blood printed on it.

Chisaki helped you get up as he talked with someone over the phone; looks like this guy is in a hell of a ride.

"Angel, wait for me out of this alley. It will not take too long." He spoke while carresing your cheek with his gloved thumb.

You nodded, he took very quickly his mask to give you a peck before putting right back where it was.

"Mind me giving me this?" He pointed to the bullets that you stole from earlier.

You gave straight away and as you make your way out of there you could hear a faint "click" and the voices of Chrono and Rappa before you completely got out.

After a half or a entire hour you saw your boyfriend calling over to you, he was clean and just with his hair a bit messy but besides that no one could tell what had happened on the inside of that alley.

Honestly? Neither you wants to know... Chisaki Kai can be very cold and cruel when he wants and whenever he wants.

"I didn't know you had that on you angel." He mused impressed aproaching close to your ear to whisper "such a deviant... where did you, shy little angel, learned such brute movements?"

You blushed at his closeness and avert you eyes quickly to anywhere besides his eyes, that were practically glued on you.

"W-well..! J-just some combat lessons I am taking... Can't be the partner of the yakuza's boss if I have all the time Chrono to check over me because he was demanded..."

"Hm. I se- Wait. How did you know about that part?"

"Kai I'm shy. Not stupid."

He stares at you for a while before smirking to himself and pulling you for a quick hug. He chuckled when you yelped at the sudden contact.

"Maybe we should enjoy my breaks inside the base instead?"

"Probably?" You smiled holding him just as tight as he was.

Both of you parted and for a second you thought that was over until Kai spoke in authority voice.

"I'm delighted to see that your actions on there were for me not to get harmed but that doesn't mean Chrono will stop guarding you."

"W-wha-?! Why?!"

"You literally said to that scumbag to shoot you straight on the face." He spoke on a manner of tone voice.

"B-b-but..! He was out of bullets! I-I took them!"

"Yes, I already said I'm impressed but that doesn't change the things here angel."

You exhaled in defeat murmuring:

"I bet Hari hates me at this point..."

You don't notice Kai picking his phone again and dialing Kurono's contact.

"Chrono have you been making (Y/N) uncomfortable by any chance?" You yelped hearing that.

"What?" Spoke the voice in surprise.

"You heard me. What did you do?" Chisaki replied in a dangerous tone now.

"H-HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I SWEAR!" you gripped Kai's sleeves to prevent that he talked more with his friend about your thoughts.

[sinsforjeon]

Discipline {Two}

[I was originally going to post this after I reached 500 followers and now I somehow have over 600 and I-🥺 thank you guys so much and i wanna make a taglist for this series so if you wanna be tagged just leave a ask or message me OK thanks ily💕]

Your father has had enough and so he goes to greater measures to make sure you leave your bad ways behind.

Ot7Xreader, foul language (god is always watching), future smut, dom!bts, brat!reader, sadhours! softhours! smexyhours!

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The silence that graces the room is so suffocating and you wish you could take back your words.

Your eyes quickly avert to Namjoon and you swear you stop breathing for a second. He tongues at his cheek before grinding his teeth together and the added icy look tells you that you have fucked up. As you thought.

“Would you like to repeat that for us, Y/N?”

He asks, making sure to put an emphasis on your name and suddenly your mouth becomes dry. Like sandpaper dry.

“W-What?”

“Are you perhaps deaf?”

You bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying anything out of hand because if you were being honest, this man scared you.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Y/N and nor do I like waiting.”

“How about you fuck off, Namjoon.”

Dear god why must you be in this predicament, you want the ground to swallow you as he comes closer to you and on the corner of your eyes, you see the others snickering amongst themselves.

“You really do have a foul mouth, huh? Did daddy not teach you your manners, pretty girl?”

You feel angry because although you’re in his house, he has no right to talk to you like you’re a child.

“Daddy infact did teach me my manners, would you like me to demonstrate, sir?”

You gasp sarcastically as you roll your eyes at his remark.

You’re screaming at yourself internally, begging yourself to stop because you know that this is the man not to mess with.

“You know, since this is your first day, I was going to go easy on you.”

“Come on, don’t get soft on me now, Namjoon.”

Someone needs to staple your mouth shut because it’s going to get you in trouble but you reckon that it’s too late as the man growls lowly, maybe a warning for your behavior but either way it scares you.

He takes a deep breath and exhales before running a hand through his hair and if you thought you were scared before then now you’re about to shit your pants.

He moves closer and you hold your breath as his eyes roam the entirety of your face. For a second you think he’s going in to kiss you but he moves his mouth closer to your ear.

You shiver slightly as his breath brushes against your earlobe and you feel your heart beating against your ribcage.

“I don’t think I made myself clear earlier on so I will repeat myself.”

You gulp at his words which surprisingly come out soft.

“This is my house and we follow my rules and you will obey me or so help me god-“

He lets his words hang and you whimper, shaking at the threat that hangs in the air.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl and will listen to everything that me and my brothers have to say, yes?”

You nod quickly just so he can move away from your face so you could breathe properly.

“Words, pretty girl, use your words.”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll-“

“Try again.”

You clench your jaw before letting a forced breath out of your nose.

“Yes, sir.”

“Atta girl.”

You survived the first day. You really thought you were going to be punished but he simply had dismissed you to your room which was not all that bad.

You sigh loudly at how boring it was. You didn’t have your phone, laptop or any form of communication to the outside world.

“Well isn’t this just lovely!”

The voice scares you and you place your hand right on your heart to calm it down.

“Jesus fuck! Whatever happened to knocking?”

“Pardon my manners, sweetheart but boy do I have good news!”

The little shithead smiles and ways of how to knock his teeth out swarm around your head.

“We are going to be roommates for this entire week! Isn’t that exciting?”

“Fuck no-“

“Now, now, sweetheart, don’t get too excited, hm?”

You want to cry but you refuse to do so in front of him because not only do they treat you like a child but they invade your privacy too.

“B-But there’s only one bed.”

“Oh! did I mention that we’re going to be cuddle buddies as well?”

“Oh fuck me-“

“Only if you ask nicely.”

His words only infuriate you more and you huff before making your way out of the room.

Finding Namjoon’s room wasn’t hard and although you knew that this was a bad idea you went on ahead anyways.

Not even bothering to knock you find him reading a bunch of bullshit papers, probably looking for his next victim.

“What the fuck?”

“Well, good morning to you too, pretty girl.”

“Why is that other fuckface in my room?”

He stands up from his table, making his way around the mahogany wood all the way to where you stood and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Slept well? You’re quite chatty this morning.”

“Slept- don’t change the subject!”

He chuckles, finding amusement in your words and you feel yourself fume.

“It’s not funny!”

He shrugs as he pulls you by your waist and you’re gasping at the sudden invasion.

“How about we go eat some breakfast, hm? You have a long day ahead of you and you’re going to need all the energy you get.”

You blush at how close he is and you want to kick yourself for acting like a virgin who just got her first kiss.

“What does that me-“

“No questions, pretty girl.”

“This is a dream, it has to be. Yep, I’ll wake up in about an hour or something.”

He laughs loud and hearty as he slips a hand under your pajama shirt and you shiver at his cold hands.

“This? This isn’t a dream, pretty girl, this is your worst nightmare.”

Your thoughts trail back to Jungkook in your room and that’s when you realize that you indeed are living your worst nightmare.

“And watch that mouth before I wash it out with soap.”

You huff, struggling in his arms but he only holds you tighter. The hand that roamed the skin on your waist was now around your neck.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Relax, baby, being angry isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

Your breathing is now shallow and for a split second you think he’s going to strangle you to death until you feel his lips on your jawline.

“Namj-“

“I’m starting to think that maybe we need to fuck that attitude out of you.”

He rasps with gentle nip on your skin and you whimper, trembling against his touch.

He sucks gently on the skin and you moan, pushing your chest up against his. It feels so good but then all of a sudden it all stops.

You’re about to complain but he tightens his grip on your neck and your breath hitches slightly.

“Patience, pretty girl. Be good today and I’ll reward you, hm? Now off to breakfast.”

He releases you and you take a deep breath before stumbling out of his room.

Not only are you frustrated, you’re now horny as well. Great. What a good fucking morning.

[wildcherryhs]

𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨. ❞

𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭: harry isn’t used to being rejected, especially by his best friend.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫+𝐚/𝐧: this is for the fine line writing thingamabobmajiggything. i’m also really good at mediocre shit so enjoy my mediocre shit. cussing is most definitely ahead. this is really short, i’m sorry? i tried? also every time i listen to adore you, this is like how i interperate the song so y ee t. i might write a couple more chapters/parts to this depending on how i feel about it. 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: harry x plus size! best friend! fem! reader

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It all started with that damn Christmas party last week. 

She had worn the matching Rudolph sweater to his reindeer ears headband, a duo that no one would ever doubt. Her hair was in her face and hiding her blushed cheeks every time he joked about standing under some fake mistletoe. And her lips were plump from the constant drinking of punch, the pineapple soaking it’s acidity into her skin and making her look nothing but kissable. Harry was suffocating the entire night and even had a thought to himself that strangling himself with the hanging lights would be more comfortable than this. Anything but this. 

Because Harry realized for the first time that night that he was in love with Y/N. His dear, precious Y/N that he’s known over the years and has endured every part of his successful journey with him. Y/N was his best friend in the entire world and that was something that would never go away. He trusted her in everything he did. 

However, over the past few months, he’s gotten closer to her in a way he never thought he would see himself doing. Their late-night conversations weren’t just for shits and giggles, no. They somehow grew intimate with him, and he felt so transparent and real. The only girl to ever make him feel like he wasn’t just another human being. Y/N gave him everything and made him feeling everything all at once. That’s when he knew he was royally fucked. 

A groan left his lips as Harry covered his eyes from the light above him, shielding himself from the outer world as well. The studio had been empty for hours, and he thought it would be best to stay behind after the others left to just think. It only made him bury himself further in the hole that he had dug. Just as he was about to sit up, the sound of a knock on the door jolted him back to reality. At the door stood the janitor, Gary, who was in his fifties, holding a vacuum looking rather confused.

“Oh, uh, I didn’t think anyone else was here. I can come back later,” he started.

Harry shook his head, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “No, no. You’re completely fine, I’m sorry for holding you back from your job. Let me just grab my stuff and I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” 

Without giving Gary the time to protest, he began to pack up his lyrics and jacket, even throwing away some of the others’ trash from dinner. Little did he know that his face was scrunched up in concentration, eyebrows furrowed and lip tucked under his front teeth. It was clear that he was deep in thought and that made Gary questionable.

“I don’t mean to pry, but son, you look troubled.” Harry glanced up as he spoke, freezing in his movements. Was it really that obvious the damage he was causing himself? As he sighed, Gary nodded and pulled back a seat from the table in the middle of the room. “I have some time, ya know. It looks like you need someone to talk to.”

For a split second, a genuine smile placed on his lips and he cautiously took a seat as well, folding his arms in front of his chest. It was silent for a moment as he tried thinking of what to say. His lips pursed every time he thought of what to say only for him to go into a frown, finding himself stuck. Why was it so hard to admit he was in love with Y/N? 

The janitor sat back in his seat, inspecting the other male rather closely before he nodded slowly. “You’re in love. It’s complicated, but you’re in love and don’t know what to do.”

Harry was stunned, to say the least. This man who he had never met before in his entire life was able to describe exactly how he was feeling in one statement as if he was an open book. He could only sit in shock with his eyes wide at the older man, trying to come back to reality. Gary took this as his chance to continue.

“All you teenagers today treat love like it’s some scary thing like once you close your eyes it will disappear. Horse shit,” he started, shaking his head. 

Harry scoffed for a moment but Gary only smiled. 

“Kid, I’ve lost so many people in my life. These are people who I loved with all my heart and yet they still left. I never stopped loving them, and I don’t plan on it. If you’re feeling this way because of love, then you’re only hurting yourself. It deserves to be heard and to be celebrated. The more you hold it inside, the more unhappy you’re going to be.” 

Harry could only nod at the wise words being spoken by someone he’s only known for five minutes yet had the audacity to call him out on his bullshit. He felt like he was trapped inside his own mind but the advice from Gary was making him feel liberated in a way, almost reassuring him that everything was going to be alright no matter what the outcome would be like. Harry glanced up at the janitor to see him already leaving the room, and he panicked for a moment.

“W-Wait, how do I tell her?”

Gary shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she already knows. Just confirm it.” he laughed lightly.

Harry half-smiled at the advice but then smirked slightly, standing up to grab his stuff as well. “By the way, I’m not a teenager. I’m twenty-five.” 

Gary continued on his way out the door with his back facing the younger boy, his own smile upon his lips in a way a father would smile at their kid. 

“Then act like it.”

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Before he could stop himself, Harry was standing in front of the familiar sand-colored door that had a shitty, dollar store Christmas sign taped to it. It was the same one she put up every year despite how out of shape it was getting over the course of time. He could feel his heart racing against his chest in a way he never thought he would experience. He’s performed in front of thousands, if not millions, of people and this was still more frightening to him. However, Harry knew he had to do it. He had to do it tonight before it was too late. Or he would never forgive himself. Harry rung the doorbell with a shaky finger, deciding that if she asked why he was shaking it was because of the winter evening. 

Within a matter of seconds, Y/N stood in front of him in her loose-fitting clothing, which was actually an oversized band shirt and some black leggings. Her hair had been tied back to prevent it from getting in her face as she made her annual Christmas sugar cookies. But, the look on her face was priceless because why would Harry be here so late at night and in this weather?

“Harry, what the actual hell?” Y/N fumed, pulling him inside immediately to shield him from the cold December night.

She slammed the door shut and began to brush off some snow from his arms as he just stood still, admiring her caring actions so closely. Harry stared at her from his height, being around a foot taller than her, and felt himself grow even more in love with her. Just the way she always cared for him, the way how she rushed to make sure he was warm-

“Harry, I asked you what are you doing here?” Y/N chuckled, moving some hair from his face. 

That’s when he fucking lost it.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

There was a moment of silence before either spoke once more. Harry’s eyes were wide at revealing his own secret and Y/N froze in place, spacing herself between him with a good foot of distance.

Harry... loved Y/N? Of course, they would love each other, they were best friends! That’s why it had to be the reason and the only reason. She smiled warmly and nodded at his statement, taking it lightly as she only thought of it platonically. I mean, her whole friendship with him she’s had to keep it platonic in fear of ruining anything between them. So, whenever he said things like this, she would just embrace their friendship even further knowing he could never love her. At least that’s how she perceived it.

“I love you, too, H. You’re my best friend!” she giggled, shaking some more snow off of his body before turning to leave to the kitchen.

Harry looked at her with confusion, tilting his head to the side. For the first time, he actually questioned if there was something genuinely wrong with Y/N. Did she not just hear him confess his undying love for her? And she just walked away? What the fuck?

“I made some tea, do you want some?”

Harry followed her into the kitchen and scoffed. “No, I don’t want your fucking tea.”

Y/N stared back at him with just as much shock as earlier, his language turning cruel in just one second. She gave a face of annoyance, a hand on her hip as she replied in a sassy tone, “Well, damn, you could’ve just said no.”

Harry sighed heavily. “I said I was in love with you, Y/N. I love you like a best friend too but I really, really love you. More than a best friend should.” He spoke rather softly on the last part, stepping closer to her almost as if needing her touch.

Y/N laughed it off. “You can’t be serious.” Was all she said, a fit of giggles erupting from her only to turn into deep chuckles. However, when she opened her eyes from her little fit, she could see Harry standing there looking as honest as ever. It was something in the way his eyes looked at her, taking in every inch and curve and imperfection and viewing it as complete art. His body was aching to be near hers, reaching out and holding onto her waist that was always so soft and fun to grab, which he meant in the best way possible. She had shape and he loved it; God did he love her body. Harry was so in love it fucking wrecked everything in him. And Y/N could see it all unfold right before her in the kitchen around 1 in the morning on a random December night. Harry Styles was most definitely in love with her.

He leaned in, nuzzling his face into her neck as he brought her in close. She was so warm already and he felt like a snowman defrosting in front of a fire. Y/N shivered and almost reciprocated his movements only to push him away slightly, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she scoffs and Harry is only more confused as his face scrunched up at her rejection. 

“You can’t be in love with me, Harry. I’m me. I’m your best friend that stays home from parties because I’d rather be alone. I’m the type of person to call in sick from work just to get some extra hours of sleep. Harry, I don’t even make it to school on time because I’m either having some like panic attack about school or I’m thinking about dropping out. I am not the girl you should be in love with and I don’t understand how you could love me when I don’t even.... when I don’t even love me.”

Harry felt something in him twist in pain, almost like the self-hatred she felt for herself was causing him to physically feel ill. How could she feel so unwanted? So unloving of herself when all he ever did was let her know how much she meant to him? He knew that loving yourself is one of the hardest things to do but he just couldn’t understand it, not in this situation. Not when Y/N was such an amazing person. It made him upset knowing that’s how she viewed herself because to him she was so much more than she could ever imagine.

He felt the need to speak up against her words only for Y/N to push him away once more. 

“No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say. Harry, you can’t be in love with me. I’m not the girl you need in your life right now and honestly, I hate you so much for telling me this. Why did you tell me this? Why now?” she pushed, anger beginning to rise in her. If he was so in love with her, what changed about telling her tonight? Why couldn’t he tell her before? Y/N couldn’t even realize the amount of hypocrisy at the moment as she continued to rage at her best friend.

Harry laughed at her words. “You’re mad at me for telling you how I feel? Wow, that’s a first. You really do astonish me, Y/N. You always have.” he chuckled but something about it wasn’t sincere. “I don’t think you quite understand what I’m trying to tell you here and it’s so frustrating- God, you’re being so frustrating right now.”

The two shared a stare of intensity, anger evident in both of their eyes. Y/N was too prideful to even let into Harry’s feelings and to let him know she felt the same. She continued to hold herself back however Harry was pulling her into him, almost like two waves fighting against each other in the ocean and meeting together as one. He would never stop colliding with her until she realized what he was saying to her was true. Even if she didn’t love him back, Harry just wanted her to know that what he was saying was true. Why was she making this so difficult?!

“I would never lie to you, I mean, I would never lie in general because that’s not me. But, lovey, I would never lie to you.” He was so gentle with his words that it somehow sparked the fire in Y/N.

Tears had spilled onto her reddened cheeks, her hands reaching up and wiping furiously at the mess he had made. Y/N just felt all of her emotions outweigh her as she let go of the grip she was holding inside. Everything came pouring out and Harry couldn’t be more welcoming to the open invitation of her vulnerability.

“Harry, I can’t let you love me. Please, I-It’s not that I don’t want to be with you, but I can’t let you be with me. I’m a mess of a human and I can’t bring that onto you. I love you, too. I always have.”

Harry felt his heart swell in his chest at her words, both in sadness and in joy. She had just confessed that she reciprocated the way he felt about her and he couldn’t be happier. He reached forward, despite her pushing him away, and held onto her like before however, he wasn’t going to let her escape as easily. His forehead pressed against hers, shushing her as she crumbled against him, their bodies being able to mold into each other so easily after all of the years of being together. It was home to her; Harry was home. Her cries turned to muffled whimpers into his chest, her arms wrapped tightly against him, knowing that she wanted this just as much as him. 

“Please let me love you.” was all he whispered, his own eyes forming with tears.

Y/N could feel how close they were in that moment and could feel his heart beating faster by the second. Despite wanting to close her eyes and avoid confrontation, she knew she had to be open. She slowly began to nod her head but she knew that Harry would want a vocal response. So, as her lips parted, she swallowed roughly and responded with a shaky breath. 

“O-Okay,” she whispered back.

Harry broke into the biggest grin, lips reaching down to be met with hers. Immediately he felt ignited from his feet all the way to the top of his head. He was on fire, the hair on his arms rising from the shock that was cast upon him. Harry was overwhelmed with affection, a feeling he could finally come to understand and appreciate. Y/N had never been kissed like that, and somewhere inside of her, she knew it only proved they were meant to be. Soulmates would be an understatement for their case. It was like the world was made for them in that exact moment in time, and no matter what history was made on that day, they would always end up together one way or another.

Like it’s the only thing they’ll ever do.