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[slushycoookie]

Kinktober Day 5 ~ Size Difference

Ryomen Sukuna x AFAB! Reader

Summary: You take a moment to realize how gigantic Lord Sukuna is. (cw: Heian Era! Sukuna, brief mention of violence and death, Vaginal fingering) Minors DNI!

A/N: I'm about to have this picture as my lock screen, he looks so good...Hope you all enjoy!

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Lord Sukuna was gigantic.

It disturbed you at first. The way he practically shook the earth while he walked. His four arms span halfway across a wall. How you have to crane your head to set your eyes on him every time. Even his clothes, how they could blanket over you if he set them upon you. You weren’t sure how Uraume was able to carry them with ease.

Now, you couldn’t help but be fascinated.

Was he always that big? Of course not. That’s a stupid thought. But he is a curse. Did curses come out of the womb that huge? Or was this just a Sukuna thing?

You’ve always wanted to ask ever since you were tasked of keeping him company. Not necessarily a plaything yet. But like an object. Someone to be by his side and not say a word while he did his duties. And who wasn’t afraid of having people be murdered in front of you without a second thought. You’ve been at his estate for only six months, but you’ve seen it all at that point.

His presence was imposing to the point where you couldn’t help but stare whenever you had a chance. Just enough for him not to notice so you wouldn’t get in trouble.

“You’re gawking.”

Sukuna’s sudden voice makes you jump. His back was facing you and you noticed his hearty muscles. The king had a bow and arrow, practicing on a few dummies from afar. They were long dead, but you weren’t able to smell the corpses.

“I was.” There was no reason to lie. You were probably already dead at this point for gazing at him.

“At whom?” He’s facing you now, weapon still in hand. Just in case you say something he doesn’t like.

“Towards you, my lord. I was curious at how huge you are.”

Sukuna tilts his head, tossing aside the bow. You do your best to relax as his heavy footsteps go towards you. Once again, you crane your neck to keep eye contact. He likes when you look at him directly.

“I didn’t think I picked an idiot.” On instinct, you suck your teeth, but quickly cover your mouth since that showed disrespect. That amused him, though. A twinge of a smirk appeared on his face. You weren't dead yet. “Finally, you show some personality. I was wondering how long you were going to keep being docile.”

“I didn’t want you to kill me.”

“I kill anyone, you’re not special.”

He raises his hand before resting it on the top of your head. It’s warm, oddly comforting. You couldn’t help but nudge your head into his palm when it rests on your cheek.

“You admire my gigantic form?” You nod and he lets out a guttural noise of approval. His thumb rests on your lips, causing you to part them, gently sucking on it. You watch his eyes lower at his thumb in your mouth. “It’s only my thumb and look at how you’re taking me…”

You grip his arm, not wanting him to stop. The grip was tight enough to form small indents on his skin. Sukuna growls and you worry if you advanced too far, but he only pulls out his thumb, a pop escaping your lips.

“A tiny little thing filled with so much want.”

Suddenly, he grabs you, sitting down to have you on his lap. Two arms around your waist, one cradling your face. Your hands are sprawled on his chest and you take in how small they are compared to his broad chest. You squeeze your thighs together at the sight.

Sukuna notices and holds you closer so you can feel how hot his body is getting.

“Speak. You started this.”

“My lord.” You move to remove his robe, seeing his built upper torso. “I’d like to experience more of your size.”

He grunts in satisfaction when you slide your arms up to his neck, taking in how you could barely wrap around them. Sukuna’s hand cups your bottom before pulling you into a kiss. Even his tongue was huge as you felt it in the back of your throat. It makes you croon under his touch.

You're now below him, feeling his faces at the pulse of your neck, taking in how it picks up speed due to his actions. His entire body overshadows yours as he's undressing you and you don’t worry about anyone seeing you two in this state. Because your lord would kill anyone if they dare to set their eyes.

Sukuna's gigantic hand gropes the mound of your breast. Pinching your tiny nipples while he traverses the rest of you. He maps out your body as if he’s touched you before. Your whimpers are enough to tell him you're enjoying it while not wanting to bring more attention to yourself.

“I wonder what else you can take.”

His finger dips between your legs, making you croon. This was just one, and it was already thick enough to brush along your walls. Covered in your slickness. You're not sure if you can take more, body burning up from his constant advances. You even try to move away, but he doesn't allow it, covering both of your hands with one hand.

“My l-lord…I don't…I don't think I can…”

“You can and you will.” His swipes of your sensitive clit makes you cry, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

“My Lord…S-Sukuna!”

A satisfied growl shakes you when you climax for him. His features are pleased when you drench his finger with your juices, watching you pant lowly under his hold.

“You did well.” He leans forward, breath fanning your flushed face. His red eyes scan your body as if he was captivated by you. “But you need more practice.”

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idk if your taking requests but i literally js read your mha boys seeing you fight and fell in love and i was wondering if you could do a part 3 with hawks, dabi, and iida or anyone else you’d like pls

𝒎𝒉𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚/𝒎𝒆𝒏 and you fighting pt.3...

CHARACTERS ) keigo tamaki, toya dabi todoroki, tenya iida.

PLOT ) a headcannon of the boy/men seeing you fight.

A/N ) thankk youuu anon for the request!! glad you've been enjoying it :) sorry it took so long to fill. i'm so happy that everyone is enjoying this series. lmk if y'all want me to do a different fandom! :3 my requests are always open, so don't be shy y'all <33

[ 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 ] hawks is a walking chick magnet—nopunintended. but he's he made that EXTREMELY clear in multiple interviews; he only wants you. so, it makes no sense when his random girl pushes up on him talkin' bout sum‰—"HE'S MINE." she followed you guys around for too long and hawks asked her to politely stop. when she insisted to not leave him alone, you intervened. didn't go to we for her according to him.

... you've been patient enough

... when she twisted her mouth to say something disrespectful you took off

... your fist connected with them nasty thin lips

... keigo's distress signals in his body weren't working properly

... he didn't know whether to pull you off her and cheer

-> "get In the paint!"

... his chants fuel the punches

... the girl tried the cover her face but your hulk hands still found it

-> "LOOK WHAT HAPPEN TO YOU NOW!"

... you was whoppin' her like you had real issue

... kei was really really amused

... but being that you guys were in public, he didn't want trouble for you

-> "okay baby, i think you got enough hits in."

... right before you let go off her bald head, you landed one for good measures on her nose

-> "DON'T LEMME SEE YOU AGAIN!"

... keigo was chuckling as he covered you guys with his wings and snuck away

... in the secluded area he admired your features

… your face was untouched but a bit of dirt on your shirt

-> "you did her real dirty babe."

-> "so?"

... he smirked

-> "she gonna have bruises for a while."

-> "her problem."

... damn

... that's kinda hot to him

... he chuckled

-> "so cruel. i love you."

… you gave a confused concerned face

… he didn’t care. judge him all you want!

… HE AINT ASHAMED

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ] toya hasn’t been with many women in his lifetime. but he’s been with one before you. he’s never mentioned it because he ain’t like her. so randomly, when she decided to take it upon herself and text him to leave you. mind you, he been blocked her on everything. he obviously doesn’t entertain, care nor does he want to or have to energy to deal with her. so he gave you the phone and you told her line it up.

… miss girl was BOLD

… she dropped that address with quickness

… so being an amazing and supportive boyfriend

… he took you to her

… as soon as the car pulled up you called her

-> “come outside, we not gon jump you.”

… dabi chuckled

… he sat on the car hood with his hands in his pants

… he made sure he pull out that phone too

-> “don’t beat her up too bad.”

-> “no promises!”

… shawty buss through the doors and ran up on you

… just to get kicked

… dabi almost fell out on the car

… you was putting beat to ahhhhh bruh

-> “ damn. damn. damn.”

… your hits echoed all down the dark street

-> “betcha won’t try it again!”

… dabi seen you fight before but not with typa anger and adrenaline

… your fist moving like lightning fast to her face

… you damn near pull her head off with how hard gripped her hair

-> “GET UP! GET UP!”

… next thing he know you pick her up like some WWE champion and body slam her

-> “OH!”

-> “DUMMY.”

… he didn’t know what to say but snaked his arm around your shoulder with a smirk

-> “where’d you learn that? how you know how to do that.”

-> “i’ll never tell.”

… he looks at you with a straight face

… them blue eyes damn near glowed in the dark

… like gojo

-> “you always doin’ that.”

-> “i love you too.”

… he rolled his eyes

… now he gotta go beat twice cause he knows he taught you that

[ 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 ] mr. idc-ima-tell really ain’t have no romantic past. he does however have haters. boys and girls but he’s mr. don’t-care! so guess what, he don’t care! but some people really be bold out here. just like this ragamuffin boy that try to fight him. so what’d you do? JUMP THE HELL IN! you like corbin fr. but what makes no sense is why this girl would jump in. yeah she got dealt with.

… iida really didn’t have much time to react he could only swing

… you watched with the boy put his booger hands on your pootie, you wasn’t having it

… you punch the random in the back of his fathead

… iida notice that the weigh was off him

… but then he see it’s you

-> “Y/N!”

… all of a sudden!

… some shawty doo-wop run up

… iida pulled the guy off you and punch him in the jaw

… boy got slumped

… you and the girl tho

… y’all still going!

-> “WHAT YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS!?”

-> “y/n! come on, let her go.”

-> “HELL NO! RUN UP AND STILL BEAT YOU !”

… poor girl was scattering on the floor like a roach

… you was giving her that work!

… twisted every way but sideways

… iida eventually pulled you back

-> “calm down, please. you’ve been her up.”

-> “MAKE SURE SHE DONT TRY IT AGAIN!”

… the girl was limping walking away

-> “she won’t! i’ll make a complaint to aizawa and principal nezu."

… he was livid , but he needed to make sure you were okay

… so he asked if you guys could have the day off

… ofc he was granted permission

… so yall went to eat and chat

Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you; I will help you; I will hold on to you with my righteous right hand. (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41‬:‭10‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

[lozchi]

KNOCKDOWN

Masterlist Pairing(s):Sukuna x F!Reader, Modern AU

Themes: Suggestive content, profanity, mild violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, OOC, fluff, angst(ish)

Prologue: 1.7k words

The kindergarten playground was a battleground of tiny tempers and unfiltered emotions.

“THE GIRAFFE IS MINE! AHHHGHHHHH!”

 And no one exemplified this more than Ryomen Sukuna.

Even as a youngster, Sukuna was a formidable presence. He constantly found himself in trouble, getting into conflicts with peers and receiving harsh rebukes from teachers who were unable to tame his unruly nature.

"I apologize for hitting Tanaka's balls, I will do it again…"He trails off.

"Sukuna!"

"Alright! I won't! Tsk, adults."

In the sandbox one day, Sukuna noticed two boys your age standing near you, whose names he didn't care to remember. Their pushing and teasing was causing you to cower in fear from their cruel words. You hastily use your arm to wipe away your tears and snot, wishing they'd go away.

“I juz wan’ play here! I was here first! Lemme be!” You yell. 

“You're a girl! You can't tell us what to do!” Sukuna's usual urge for fights found a new purpose. 

“I'm not a bad boy if I'm helping someone, heh.” He thinks to himself. 

With a determined glare, Sukuna marched over, fists clenched. "Hey, you dummies!" he yelled, his voice carrying an authority that belied his age. 

The bullies turned, sneers plastered on their faces. "What's it to you, poopy head?" one of them taunted. 

Before the boy could react, Sukuna's fist collided with his nose causing a horrifying sound. The boy fell back, holding his face while blood streamed down. Sukuna dodged the swing from the other bully with quick reflexes. He responded by delivering a quick punch to the bully's abdomen, leaving him breathless. The bully bent over in half, struggling to breathe before falling to the ground.

 “Mommy! Mommy! Help me!” The boys cried in unison.

 "Had enough?" Sukuna spat, standing protectively in front of you as the bullies scrambled away in tears. 

You looked up at your savior with wide, grateful eyes, wiping your tears away.  Boy, was he in so much trouble that day. 

“Ff-thank you, ‘K-Kuna.” You sobbed. 

He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just don't cry about it." 

From that moment on, you were drawn to Sukuna like a magnet. At first, he found your constant presence irritating. You would trail behind him, mimicking his every step. If he ran, you ran; if he stopped, you stopped. When he sat on the swings, you’d sit beside him, your small legs dangling in the air. During snack time, you’d offer him your favorite treats, hoping to win his approval. Sukuna often rolled his eyes at your antics. 

"Why are you always following me?" he grumbled one day as you trailed behind him.

"Because you’re my hero," you replied with a bright smile, holding out a piece of candy.

"Want some?"Sukuna's scowl softened just a fraction as he took the candy. 

"Fine, but stop being so annoying."

 He found himself looking forward to the treats you brought and the way you cheered for him after his fights.

You would defend him to the other kids, proclaiming proudly;

 "Sukuna's the strongest! No one can beat him!" 

Even when he found your declarations embarrassing, a part of him enjoyed the attention. Slowly, your  loyalty began to chip away at his tough exterior. Without realizing it, Sukuna began to appreciate having you around. 

The dynamic between you and Sukuna only deepened as you both entered high school. Sukuna’s reputation as a fierce fighter had followed him, and it wasn't long before other delinquent students sought to challenge him, either to prove themselves or settle old scores. You often found yourself waiting near the school gates or in the secluded corners where these fights typically occurred. 

The aftermath was always the same: Sukuna standing victorious, his opponents nursing bruises and pride. You would rush to his side, your bag already prepared with a first aid kit.

"Hold still," you would command softly, dabbing at a cut on his cheek with antiseptic.

"I don't need your help," Sukuna would grumble, though he never pulled away.

"Stop being stubborn," you’d reply, focusing on cleaning his wounds. "If you keep this up, you’re going to have more scars than I can count."

Sometimes, it would be other delinquent students wanting to mess with each other, using Sukuna as their proving ground. But no matter how many tried, Sukuna remained undefeated. His skill and ferocity in battle were unmatched, and you were always there to patch him up afterward.

One evening, after a particularly brutal fight, you were carefully bandaging Sukuna’s knuckles. 

"You really should find a less violent hobby," you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, wincing slightly as you tightened the bandage.

"And what would that be? Knitting? Horseback riding? Ooh, what about pottery?"

You smiled, shaking your head. "I just worry about you, that's all."

He looked at you, a rare softness in his eyes. "I know. Thanks.”

Once you turned eighteen, the news hit you like a freight train: Sukuna had to leave for another country. The weight of his departure was heavy, pressing down on your chest as you tried to process it. His last day arrived all too quickly, and you found yourselves standing in the empty school courtyard, the familiar surroundings now filled with a profound sense of finality.

"I can't believe you're leaving," you said, your voice shaky with emotion. "I'll miss you so much."

Sukuna's usual bravado was absent, replaced by a quiet resignation. He met your eyes, his own filled with a sadness. 

"I don't really have a choice," he murmured, his tone uncharacteristically soft. "But you have to promise me something."

"Anything," you replied instantly, desperate to hold onto any part of him.

"Stay safe for me, got it?" His voice was firm, but you could hear the underlying plea.

"I will," you promised, your throat tightening as you fought back tears. "You too, Sukuna. Stay safe."

He gave a small nod, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. "I mean it. Don't do anything stupid."

"I won't," you assured him, though you wished you could say more, do more to make him stay.

As he turned to leave, you felt an ache in your heart, a deep, gnawing sense of loss.

 "Sukuna," you called out, your voice breaking slightly. "I'll miss you."

He paused, his back still turned to you. For a moment, it seemed like he might say something, but all he could manage was a low hum of acknowledgment. "Protect yourself for me," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You watched him walk away, each step taking him further from you and deeper into an unknown future. As he disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He wished he had said it back, wished he had found the courage to tell you how much you meant to him. But for now, all he could do was carry the hope that one day, he would have the chance to make things right.

No way of contacting him, Sukuna gradually became a distant memory. The sharp, vivid images of your childhood together blurred as you got busier with your studies. The demands of school, extracurricular activities, and the push towards your future left little room for reminiscing. Each passing day added another layer of distance between you and the boy who had once been your closest friend.

Meanwhile, Sukuna was on a different path. He threw himself into intense training, honing his skills with a singular focus. His natural talent and relentless drive quickly propelled him to the top of the mixed martial arts world. As you buried yourself in textbooks and exams, Sukuna was making headlines, becoming a prodigal MMA fighter known for his unmatched ferocity and technique.

Years slipped by, and the memories of Sukuna became like old photographs, faded and tucked away in the back of your mind. Occasionally, something would trigger a fleeting recollection—a particular song, the scent of antiseptic from your first aid kit, or the distant sound of a playground. But these moments were rare and quickly overshadowed by the pressing concerns of the present.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna’s name began to rise in the sports world. Articles, interviews, and televised matches showcased his prowess, but in your bubble of academic pursuits, his fame went unnoticed. You had yet to discover the remarkable journey Sukuna had undertaken -- the one that had transformed him from the fierce protector of your childhood to a celebrated MMA prodigy.

Despite the cashflow and all the attention that came with his success, Sukuna felt a deep, gnawing emptiness. The trophies, accolades, and the roaring crowds failed to fill the void left by your absence. He would often find himself staring out at the arena from behind the scenes, lost in thought. 

Sukuna imagined what it would be like to see you in the crowd. He could almost hear your voice cheering for him, a familiar sound that had been a constant during his childhood fights. He pictured you there, standing amidst a sea of faces, your eyes bright with pride as you shouted his name. 

"YES! THAT'S SUKUNA! LET'S GO!" he would hear you say in his mind’s eye, your voice as clear and encouraging as it had been all those years ago.

He hoped that one day, you would see how far he had come, that you would recognize the man he had become and the battles he had fought. He longed for the moment when he could finally show you the success he had achieved and hear you say,

"I’m proud of you, Sukuna.”

But for now, those thoughts remained unspoken wishes he carried with him as he fought in the ring. Every success, every achievement was colored with the anticipation that one day you would be present to observe it, to witness his growth, and to take part in celebrating his achievements.

One day, though, the paths of your separate lives would cross again, and the faded memories would be brought back into sharp focus. But for now, you remained unaware,  while Sukuna continued to conquer arenas far away, all the while imagining your cheers in his heart.

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Hey... i'm in desperate need of some more Ian and Mickey x reader.. ilysm btw

baby ily too, here you go <3

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male! reader

“ why the fuck are you starin’ at me like that? ” mickey's voice rang out on the other end of the phone. the signal was icky, so the crinkling of static could be heard through the line.

your fingers pressed to your lips to hold back your laughter. “ I'm not staring at you like anything. ” you heard ian reply - it sounded as if he rolled his eyes, too, just by the tone of his voice.

these two drama kings were always fightin’. even in jail, the two just wouldn't stop. but i mean, I guess that's more than likely to happen since they're in each other's presence every second of the day.

“ yeah the fuck you are, ” mickey accused again, this time scoffing. “ you gonna’ come over here or what? y/n's on the phone. ”

“ no shit, sherlock. I heard ‘im. ”

“ do you want me to bust you in the mouth? ”

“ there will be no busting anyone in the mouth. ” you sighed, rolling your own eyes. that seemed to catch both of their attention, because you heard shuffling —and mickey and ian slightly bickering— before ian's voice met the phone.

“ hey, gorgeous. ” his breathy tone met your ear, causing you to instantly melt. mickey and ian both always had an effect on you, but the red head had ways of making you gush like no other.

“ hiiiii... ” you slowly, shyly replied; trying not to giggle like a school girl while you rolled onto your stomach. you were lying on your bed, legs bent and kicking in the air. “ how's it goin’, i’ ? ”

ian chuckled dryly — and you heard more shuffling, probably him moving the phone to his other ear, before he replied. “ shitty. the guard's here are a pain in m’ass. ”

“ you can say that again! ” the familiar brunette shouted. you heard a bang after that — sounded like something hit the bars of the cell.

furrowing your brows as you heard ian yell, worry clouded your brian. “ what was that? ”

a huff from ian could be heard after a moment of silence. “ fucking— my god, mickey kicked the cell bars to piss off our guard. damn asshole. ”

“ I'm not an asshole — you're an asshole! ”

“ will you two stop? ” you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut in irritance. “ you're gonna’ get in trouble. ”

“ already ha— ” a scraping sound and more static cut ian off from finishing his sentence. skin on skin contact was hard, like a slap, and then mickey's voice rang out from the other line again.

“ I'm back. ” he sounded smug. ian could be heard muttering swear words. “ what, uh— ” you could only picture him biting his lip right about now. “ whaddya’ doing? ”

your brows raised in light amusement — releasing the hold you had on your nose, only to slide your fingers down your face and chuckle. “ nothin’. talkin’ to you two dummies. ”

“ I'm a dummy? ” mickey scoffed. “ you wouldn't be sayin’ that shit if I was there, sweet cheeks. ”

you bit your bottom lip, cheeks pinkening at the suggestive threat. “ uh huh, an’ why's that? ”

it was clear mickey was now wearing a shit eating grin by the way he responded. “ your mouth would be too full swallowin’ my cock. ”

aaaaand you were red. curling your fingers closed, pressing them to your lips. it was hard not to squeal — but you were sure as hell curling your toes and kicking your legs excitedly. mickey preferred to bottom, as did you, but when he did top, it was beyond hot.

you were going to reply, but then you heard something over the intercom in the background. it was difficult to make out, the words sounded muffled — but by mickey groaning, you knew it wasn't good.

“ fuck.. ” he muttered.

“ what is it? ” you were concerned again; now worried that something had happened.

mickey sighed, passing the phone to ian. he now had a halfy — a growing erection to deal with, and couldn't speak to you since he was pissed, so he'd let ian deliver the news.

ian greeted you with a sigh, “ we gotta’ go, pumpkin. some stupid ass got us goin’ on a lockdown. probably an idiot that attacked a guard. ”

that made you frown. you had barely been on the phone with them for six minutes — you usually got fifteen. “ seriously? that fucking blows.. ”

a small laugh escaped ian. you could only imagine his pretty smile. “ I know, I know... ‘m sorry. we'll be home soon though, okay? ”

you huffed, “ yeah... okay. I just miss you. ”

“ we miss you, too... ” ian sighed. if anything, he was probably trying not to get too sappy over the phone. god only knows how emotional he can get with you. “ I love you, pretty boy. stay good for us, okay? ”

a smile lifted to your lips — hand sliding up your cheeks, only to lean on it and nod into your palm. “ I love you, too.. and I will. tell mick’ I love ‘im. ”

ian huffed a smile, “ I will. goodbye, y/n. ”

“ bye bye, i’. ”

[neoplatinum]

link up - avenoir | yoo 'karina' jimin

summary: jimin has a complicated predicament to deal with — you sleeping with her friend, chaehyun. knowing that you two don’t have an official label sends her in a tailspin

pairing: situationship!jimin x reader

themes: hurt jimin, confused reader, ultimately just dummy reader being beyond stupid, mentions of chaehyun (kepler), jeno (nct)

wc: 1.6k

“jimin do not pick up that call.” yizhou instinctively grabbed the phone straight from jimin. to which aeri let out a giggle and then continued. “it’s doing you no good to continue whatever you have going on with her.” minjeong nodded fervently; the three girls stared at jimin eyeing the vibrating phone with your nickname and photo plastered on the front.

“but what if she’s in danger?” minjeong could feel her blood pressure rising just at the question. 

“jimin, when has she ever called you when she’s in danger,” aeri was always calmer and logical in her responses.

“the only danger she could be in is not getting to eat you out by the end of the night.” yizhou folded her arms and crossed her legs.

“ning!! that’s not the point!” minjeong slapped yizhou and instead placed a comforting hand on jimin’s shoulder. 

“she doesn’t deserve access to you, and you know that! especially after what she did.”

“ESPECIALLY after what she did.” yizhou emphasized before turning off jimin’s phone.”

--

“she’s not picking up.”

yunjin kept singing into the new world with chaewon while sakura was cheering them on. ryujin turns her head towards you, “of course she isn’t picking up! i wouldn’t pick up either!”

“but she always picks up!”

“maybe she finally woke up and realizes how shitty you are.” eunchae shouts as she eats another takoyaki. you shrink further into the couch.

“eunchae!! language!!” sakura shouted and continued banging on her drum ring and cheering on the duet.

“listen, all im saying is that sleeping with her friend is a bad look if you’re trying to get with her!” ryujin tried reasoning with you.

“i thought it would make her jealous and you know…want to be official with me.” you hung your head low.

“how could you possibly think that was the best way to do that?” kazuha rolled her eyes and pointed at you, “you shouldve just asked her whats going on with her and jeno instead of sleeping with her friend!”

“fuck, im so stupid.”

“so so stupid.” sakura said while yunjin and chaewon harmonized a final “so so stupid~”

you let out a sigh and left the noraebang room to grab more soju.

--

“hi.” jimin flatly says.

“hi.” you nervously reply.

yeji groaned and rolled her eyes before stomping out of her dorm with ryujin in tow. when ryujin urgently called you saying that yeji was in trouble in her dorms you weren’t expecting to see jimin face to face after two months of radio silence.

it was all a ploy from yeji and ryujin so you two could finally talk again.

“are you okay?” trying to tread lightly as you're in her room, which could easily mean that she's going to smack you.

“yes, why?” jimin stepped away from you and turned her attention back to her laptop where her essay sat still on her screen. you could feel the panic rise in your body, after begging for a response from jimin, being alone with her caused your brain to blank. you suddenly forgot all the apologies and speeches you spent sleepless nights reciting when stood in her room.

“well?” she continued to type out her essay not sparing you a single glance. this is where you had to be bold.

“jimin, can we talk?”

“oh so you want to talk? after sleeping with chaehyun? yeah sure lets talk.”

you grimaced and pulled yejis chair closer to jimin and sat down. seeing her again after so long tugged at your heart, she was still so so adorable with her shin-chan headband and big round glasses. you recognized that tick in her jaw though, she was tense.

“the only reason i slept with chaehyun was because i thought it would make you jealous and well, get together with me?” you trailed off at the end. to which jimin finally turned to look at you with furious eyes.

“i cannot believe you! how could you possibly think that was a good idea?” she crossed her arms and eyed you.

“it wasn’t a good idea!! i am very sorry, i was jealous because there were rumors that you were sleeping with jeno and i know we aren’t exclusive but, it made me nervous to ask you if its true and well, i wasn’t thinking.” you ramble on and on to which it only infuriates jimin more.

“jeno? so you heard rumors and believed them instead of asking me instead?”

“yes, im very sorry jimin. i know i shouldve asked you and not assume anything but, he kept talking about you and it got to me.”

“shit, i need to speak to him, he knows we’re just friends.” jimin mumbled out. “NOT THE POINT, you still slept with chaehyun.”

“i know, i know, and truly, i really am sorry.”

and suddenly, jimin stands from her chair and stares at the wall blankly before turning to you.

“i’ve heard enough of your apologies i need time to process all this.” jimin says and stands up walking you out of her dorm. you groan and let out a sigh when you dial ryujin’s number.

“how did it go?” ryujin whispers.

“she didn’t hit me, so i think okay?” you walked away from jimin and yeji’s dorm to see ryujin and yeji at the vending machines. you hung up your phone.

“i should’ve kicked your ass for what you did to jimin,” yeji stares at you "but she told me not to, so count your blessings." and with a final nod yeji stomps away.

ryujin gives you a sheepish smile and pats your back. “good luck, i hope you know how great of a friend i am. i convinced yeji to let me do this so she put us on a temporary sex ban.”

“ew ryujin, i do not need to know that.”

“you will know exactly how much i care about you that im not going to be intimate with MY girlfriend for your sake.” and with that you and ryujin walked out of the building.

--

you stare at jimin as she continues playing fiercely on the court, not knowing you are in the stands. you have also been trying to avoid aeri and yizhou’s wrath so you wrap your jacket a little tighter and pull your hood down further. 

as the game ends in a tie, you see all the players spread out to leave the court, you’re hoping to catch jimin alone so you can properly apologize after that conversation in her dorm last week.

“jimin!” you shout at she grabs her jacket and water bottle. she scowls at you but waits for you to reach her. “hi! these are for you!”

“okay?” she grabs the bouquet out of your hands and quickly throws them into a trashcan.

“jimin please wait!” 

she turns to you and watches you expectantly.

“go on, say what you were going to say.”

“okay! i really really like you, i think ive liked you since we first met. and when you suggested we sleep together just because i was ecstatic, the girl of my dreams wanted to be with me even if it wasn't exclusive. i shouldn't have listened to jeno and his stupid man words, it just irked me so much to know how close you two were and when his friends were implying you guys were together, i lost it. it felt like i had lost you and i didn’t know what else to get your attention back. so i slept with chaehyun and i know it looks bad because it is bad, but i really only wanted your attention, im sorry i didnt communicate my feelings for you better and caused all this. i regret so much of what i did but i'll never regret my feelings for you jimin.”

and by now aeri and yizhou have gathered behind you, ready to knock your head down if jimin asked but all you could do is try to convey your deepest feelings for the girl that had captured your heart.

jimin was tearing up and sobbing at this point and you wanted nothing more to hold her but you knew you would be overstepping boundaries, and most likely get a kick from yizhou from behind.

“you really hurt me, when chaehyun texted me that you two had slept together, my world fell apart. i didn’t want to confirm it with you because if you had confirmed it, it would’ve just proved that all we had was simply a fling, and to me it was never just a fling.” jimin hiccups while shes crying and holding her jacket tighter.

“you’re not just a fling to me either, i like you and only you.”

“i do too.” she whispers. “we should stop sleeping together.” she adds on.

“of course, anything you’d like.”

jimin sighs and lifts her head, “we did this all backwards, we should've gone on dates first, maybe we wouldnt be here like this.”

“i would have done any way to be with you jimin.” you speak earnestly.

“stop trying to smooth talk me im still mad at you.” she chastises you.

“okay, ill stop.” a warm smile took over. out of the corner of your eyes, you spot something coming fast towards you.

"you little shit! get over here, i don't forgive you even if jimin has!" yizhou shouts as she gets runs at you. you escape jimin's hold and start running away, trying to find an exit.

"oh no!" you run out of the gymnasium with aeri and yizhou chasing after you and a laughing minjeong chasing after the two.

--

a/n: i hope you enjoyed it! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[cherryo]

pls ignore if this makes you too uncomfortable but can i pls have the rise turtles comforting reader who has trouble with sex (like pain during and bleeding during/after) and cramping at random times that just kills the mood and the reader feels really self conscious about it? i've been struggling with this for a bit and i just need some comfort if that's ok <3

Hi darling! I always struggle with having sex because of something I was diagnosed with which makes me unable to do stuff for long periods of time or certain muscle pulls, so obviously sex positions are hard for me to do. This was a wonderful request and for sure near and dear <3

Pairings: rise brothers x fem!reader

Pronouns: she/her and obvious female genitalia

Word count: I don't count for hcs

warnings: painful sex, cussing, sexual activities, didn't proofread

Raph:

So stressed 

Literally thinks its cause of him (i mean,,,,,with that big of a dick,,,,) but its really not his fault.

Make sure he preps you for HOURS and if it still seems like you wont be able to he doesnt worry at all

He cares more about you and you being healthy and safe than sex

If/when the two of you end up having sex and you need to stop at any given time he will immediately stop! If you need your legs to be massaged or you need a heat pad

He's on it, he doesn't Hesitate at all!!

If you try to push through it he gently stops and will not let you continue 

He doesn't make fun or mention anything about having to stop, he's so scared for you when you're in pain during these moments :(

-Leo

I feel he would think that you are making up excuses to not have sex with him?

Doesn't understand at first

Very very insecure but you'd have to come up to him and tell him that you have always had A painful and hard time having sex and he'd immediately understand!

He's very gentle, will rub your uterus pouch and try to comfort you anyway possible

He's upset that he's hurt you even though it's not technically his fault

If you say you're sorry for stopping he will look you in the eyes and tell you never to say sorry, he'd much rather you tell him than not and “power” through it

He knows how much it means to you and how much you want to continue so he'll try again but if it hurts the same day he's stopping.

Doesn't push you at all

--Donnie

he was so confused at first, he had you in a very uhm folded position when you asked him to stop and of course he did

He didn't know why, or why you were crying

He asked and learned smth new

I think as soon as you two reached that level he would've started researching everything sex related

But the dummy didn't look up sex related issues, such as pain consistently through out sex

When you explained it to him, he was still confused and asked if you needed more prep time

He's so smart in everything else but women's bodies </3

He understands eventually, he tries to tease you to see if it would help lighten the insecurities or guilt you feel

---Mikey

Such a sweetheart

If you're crying, he's crying

He doesn't know why but he is

Immediately stops and asks what's wrong and when you tell him he will clean you up, put your pj's on, and get you whatever you need

He's not pushing you to do smth even if you're begging

Doesn't need you to explain it to him, if you're in pain then you're in pain 

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 | dark!jim hopper x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | smoking with eddie was supposed to help you relax... instead, it forced you to decide how far you're willing to go to keep your record clean.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | dubcon/noncon smut (oral m receiving and creampie), slight innocence kink, significant age gap, semi-public sex, kinda mean hopper, handcuffs, coercion, bargaining, abuse of power, very slight/ambiguous eddie x reader if you squint, thicc pre-season 4 hopper the way god intended, slight angst

Eddie did have a tendency to get a little paranoid during a smoke session— a side effect of the product— but maybe you should’ve listened to him this time.

“Do you hear that?” he hissed as you handed the rolled paper back to him.  “Dude, there’s someone out there!"

“Who would be in the woods, this far from town, this late at night?” you rolled your eyes.

Well, the answer to that question is two-fold: stoners, and someone who’s looking for them.

A flashlight suddenly appeared from the trees, and your eyes went wide.

"Shit!" Eddie yelped, jumping up and tossing the joint— even though it was quite too late for that— and starting to run around like a chicken with its head cut off for somewhere to go.  But he couldn't exactly hide behind a tree, because this wasn't a cartoon, and getting back in the car wouldn't really get him anywhere.

So, he ended up basically circling the van and slamming directly into Chief Hopper who looked even more pissed than he had when you first spotted him.

"Uh, hey— funny running into you here, Mr. Chief, sir," Eddie joked as you sighed in disappointment and irritation at his idiocy.

"Get back over there, dummy," Hopper groaned as he shoved Eddie aside, tossing the guy into you— you would've both fallen over if you hadn't basically caught him, and your friend looked pretty disoriented by the whole thing.  

The chief flicked off his flashlight; it wasn’t actually really necessary, with how bright the moon was tonight, but your eyes had to adjust to the dark all over again.

"Two kids smokin' dope in the woods," Hopper observed.  "Munson, this is far from our first conversation— but you—"

He ran his gaze over you as you leaned back against the back of the van, and you felt conflicted about your body's response to his sizing-up.

"I expected better from you."

He reached for the cuffs at his belt, quickly grabbing Eddie by the elbow and turning him around with an unceremonious thud against the van.

"H-hey, not so rough," Eddie chuckled thinly, "it's my first time."

You rolled your eyes; did he always have to make stupid jokes like that?  "It is most certainly not, Munson," Hopper returned firmly.  "And I'm sure the judge will take that into account before he goes easy on you again.  You might wanna practice that 'not so rough' line again before you end up in jail, kid."

Eddie winced, and not from the tightness of the cuffs.  He was finally taking this seriously— finally realizing he was looking at more than community service or a fine this time.  

Hopper stepped up to you next, but you didn't put up nearly as much of a fight— and he was more gentle with you, far more… he even seemed to linger for a moment as he held your wrist.

It was incredibly subtle, but it was all it took for you to know you had a chance.  A chance you were just desperate enough to take.

"Why?" you asked suddenly, heart already racing.

"Hm?"

"Why did you expect better from me?"

There was a silent moment as Hopper considered that question, and Eddie gave you a confused look.

"I heard you were a good girl," Hopper eventually answered.

You smirked a bit, turning around to face the chief with a feigned look of confidence.  "Well, you heard wrong."

"V'never heard of you gettin' in this much trouble before," he replied.  "Not with the law, at least."

"That's ‘cause I don't do bad things to get into trouble, sir," you added pointedly, looking up at him and seeing the look in his eyes change a bit.  "I do bad things to get out of trouble."

You didn't really notice him getting closer until you felt it— felt that gap close as his body brushed against yours, and fuck he was tall 'cause you had to crane your neck all the way back to keep your eyes on his face (though they did briefly dart down to the badge on his chest).

"You know, I never saw you smoke," he noticed, voice lowering.  "Maybe you were just an innocent bystander.  You kinda have that look about you— innocent…"

He ran his finger over your jaw, until he was lifting your chin a little too forcefully.

"I like that," he added.

Your stomach dropped, but you couldn't back away— he had you pressed up against the van, every part of you was at his mercy now, even your freedom.

"Don't fucking touch her, pig," Eddie growled.

"Eddie, shut up," you snapped at him, not wanting him to dig the hole any deeper— or blow your chances of getting him out of it.

“Why don’t you get in the van and mind your own business, son,” Hopper encouraged, stepping away from you to hold up the key for Eddie’s cuff’s teasingly.  “Think you can do that?”

Eddie sneered at first, looking away.  “Ed, please,” you said, a little softer, and he sighed.  Hopper approached Eddie, who looked like he was barely containing his rage and disgust, as the chief unlocked his cuffs less than a minute after he’d put them on.

“Old creep…” Eddie muttered under his breath when he was freed, rubbing his wrists nervously, before he looked at you.  “Are you seriously gonna—?”

"Eddie," you said sternly.  "Get. in. the van."

He groaned but obeyed, walking past you both with a grimace, hopping up in the driver's seat and shutting the door behind him.

"That your boyfriend?" Hopper asked when you were (sort of) alone.

You sighed.  "Just a friend," you insisted.

"Hm," he replied, smirking a little.  "Bet he wants you."

"What makes you think that?"

"'Cause who wouldn't?" he purred.  "Body like this…"

You shivered as his hand ran down your back, slowing down as it slid over the curve of your ass.

"A boy that age would have no idea what to do around a body like yours, honey," Hopper added, humming as he brought his hand back up.  "Need a real man to take care of all this."

"Didn't think this was about you taking care of me, Hop," you returned, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him with his lip between his teeth.  "Thought it was about working my way out of these cuffs."

He grinned at you, though it wasn't exactly a friendly smile.  "No, baby— the cuffs are staying on."

As he pulled you into him, you felt a firm bulge rub against your hip; you gasped a little, fighting the urge to pull away, and tilted your head back as he leaned down to kiss your neck.  "Eddie, too," you whispered.  "If we do this, no charges for Eddie."

Hopper grunted disapprovingly, but you looked up with him with your best ‘please, Daddy’ eyes and bit your lip slightly.  It wasn't quite enough for him, though.  "What's in it for me if I get your friend off?"

"Whatever you want," you blurted out before you really considered what that might entail— you just couldn't let Eddie go to jail.

He purred and grabbed your ass tighter.  "You drive a hard bargain, honey.  But I can't promise anything until you show me what you can do."

Figuring what that likely meant, you slid down until you were on your knees, keeping your eyes up— on him.  It would’ve been harder to keep your balance with your hands behind your back if it weren’t for the van’s bumper right behind you to lean on.  “Y’gonna get it out for me?” you asked him expectantly, and he smirked at you a bit as he reached for his belt.  

There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he had to reach under his thick belly to do this, about the way his heavy belt clinked as he opened it… you told yourself this was just about the bargain, but you knew there was more to it than that, on some level.

His cock was only half-hard when he pulled it out of his jeans, but already so thick— you were salivating already, but pretty fucking nervous, too.  It was pretty overwhelming to be confronted with what you were about to do in such an obvious way: it all gets a lot more real when there’s a big fucking cock in your face.

Not wanting to make him wait anymore, you leaned forward and took the tip into your mouth, coating it in your spit as you suckled gently… at first.

He hummed a little— you honestly barely heard it— and stiffened a bit more in your mouth.  Soon enough, it was so big that you had to keep your jaw open wide to fit it, and soreness was already starting to set in.  

When you shut your eyes, it was a little easier; you were a little more confident, and you tightened your hands into fists behind your back to stop them from shaking.  Leaning forward more, you took him deeper until his belly bumped against your forehead.  Why did that make your thighs clench together?

His fingers combed over your hair, not quite guiding your head yet but certainly encouraging you to go on.  "Yeah, fuck, that's good— that's really fucking good, keep sucking, baby…" he mumbled, voice thick and sweet like syrup.  The deeper you took him, the more talkative he got; and when you took him all the way to the base, with your nose buried in a patch of curly hair, he moaned louder than ever.

"Shit," he hissed, grabbing the back of your head when you tried to pull away.  "N-no, stay down, need to feel that throat a little longer, fuuuuck…"

You fought harder to pull back, getting dizzy as your coughs and sputters did nothing to give you air.  Only when tears ran down your cheeks and spots filled your vision did he let go, giving you a chance to break away and gasp for air.

He was chuckling lowly as you coughed, smiling down at you proudly even though you weren't much of a sight right now— face swollen and wet with tears, red eyes (even worse than before), on your knees in the leaves and dirt…

"Stand up," he ordered, and you gave him a confused look as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Huh?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Don't you wanna finish?"

He smiled wider.  "That's cute— you were gonna swallow it, too, right?  And you thought that would be enough?"

You started to feel particularly stupid as he yanked you up to your feet.  There was a long, tense silence as he started touching you again— running his hands slowly over your waist, your neck, your hips… 

He started to slowly push your shirt up, but his eyes stayed trained on your face; you must have looked, for once, as nervous as you felt.

He hummed a little as he got your shirt high enough and tugged your bra down; your nipples hardened right away from the chilly breeze, and he toyed with them for a second with his thumbs before groping your chest more confidently with his whole hands— god, they were big, and strong, just like the rest of him.

After unbuttoning your jeans for you, he turned you around quickly and pressed himself against your backside with a purr, slipping a hand down the front of your pants and into your panties.  “Mm,” he emphasized, cupping you and holding you tightly; still cuffed, the position made your hands grab onto his thighs through his pants.

He groaned as his fingers slid between your lips, and you let out a quiet whimper of your own.  

"Oh, fuck— look how wet you are, sweetie," he cooed beside your ear, starting to rub circles around your clit a bit too roughly.  "You like sucking cock in the woods?  Or is it the cuffs?"

You only whimpered a little as he held you tighter.

"Or," he continued, speaking even closer to your ear until his mustache tickled your skin, "is it whoring yourself for a man twice your age?  Is that what gets you off, honey?"

He didn't wait too long for you to answer— he must've known you weren't going to— before he pulled his hand out of your pants and yanked the denim down.  You felt cold and weird and stupid with your bare ass out in the woods; you swallowed down a lump in your throat when you heard Hop shoving his pants lower, too.  "Do you have a condom?" you asked shakily.

"You think I bring condoms on patrol?  What kind of cop do you think I am?"

My pants are around my thighs, Hop, I don't think you're exactly clean…

"No, baby, we don't need one anyways," he decided, rubbing his head around your flexing hole with a sigh.  "God, it's so wet…"

That was his last warning, if you can call it that, before pushing inside; and you accidentally grabbed onto his shirt when your fingers made fists, the sting of pain making your toes curl inside your shoes, too.  You bit your lip so you wouldn’t be too loud, though… you remembered, for a second, that Eddie would hear if you weren’t careful.  That made guilt churn your stomach even more than the Chief’s hand coming down to spank your ass all of a sudden.

“Damn, s’tight,” he chuckled darkly, groaning as he picked up his pace and held your hips steady.  “Sweet fuckin’ pussy… y’like it, sweetie, y’like being fucked?”

Swallowing, you nodded.  “Y-yeah,” you panted softly.

“Louder, honey.”

“Yeah, I like it,” you replied, a little more confident but not exactly ready to shout it out, either.  “Feels good…"

"Bet you wanna cream all over me, huh, baby?"

Well, that would certainly make this more enjoyable— but you didn't need to, really; the pain of the stretch had finally faded and honestly, you were surprised it happened so quickly.  With how thick he was, you were prepared to struggle longer, but if anything your body was giving in, encouraging him, making your back arch deeper and your walls pulse whenever he filled you to the brim.

His hands reached around to cup your tits, and he moaned louder as he felt you up while he fucked you.  When his fingers tweaked your nipples— not too hard, but still a startle— you tensed up inside; and he noticed.  “Oh, they’re sensitive, hm?  Sweet girl…”

Of course, he just did it repeatedly, and more aggressively, until your legs were shaking and you let out a pathetic whine.  “Chief, c’mon…” you pleaded nervously.

“Chief?  Don’t need to be so formal, honey,” he laughed, leaning in a little closer.  “Just call me Jim, okay?”

You really didn’t wanna do that, and you were having a hard time getting much of anything out now anyways: he’d started fucking you harder, deeper, a lot faster… your head was spinning.  At first you’d really just wanted to get this over with, but right now, you never wanted it to stop.  It was so difficult to keep your thoughts straight, you almost told him that, before noticing what a stupid thing that would be to say—

“Fuck, are you close?” he taunted.

“Don’t stop!” you blurted out.  “Please don’t stop, fuck…”

He chuckled proudly, and yep, it was just as stupid a thing to say as you thought it would be; he sounded way too cocky now, and even the way he moved his hips seemed to be more… gloating, than before, if that’s possible.  “Little slut,” he spat, though the insult sounded just as much like a compliment.

“Fuck,” you whispered again.

“I get it, y’know— you’re young and you need a little rebellion,” he said, and in your current state it really didn’t make any sense.  “But reefer’s not worth the trouble.  Why don’t you just let me fuck you when you’re feeling naughty?”

Right now, that didn’t seem like too bad of an idea; you already got the sense this may not be the last time this happened, even if he didn’t catch you smoking pot again.  That feeling was already swelling up inside you, and your throat was dry from breathing heavily— and nearly sore from moaning, even though you’d been trying to fight it.  Your eyes kept rolling back in your head even when they were shut, which they usually were until he brushed your hair aside with his hand and told you to look back at him.

And damn, he was a sight: that look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into you over and over.  The curve of his cock stretched you in a way you’d never really felt before, his grip on you was so aggressive and his pace was overwhelming.  He was right, it turns out, when he said that thing before about Eddie and how you needed a ‘real man’ instead.  You protested to that term, but compared to guys your age, this was entirely different— and better.  And supremely fucked up.  And the best dirty deal you’d ever made.

“I-I’m close,” you finally admitted.

“I know,” he mumbled, “go ahead, baby— just come for me.”

It was the way he said it that shook you so much, unexpectedly gentle after so much gruff mocking; it still took you a few more minutes, but you ended up obeying his command pretty easily.

He felt it when you came, groaning through a smile and praising you in a low voice.  You could even hear it, the sticky sound as your cunt soaked him, and he snarled as he looked down at it— he grabbed your ass and pulled it out of the way so he could watch his cock fill your hole.  “God, that’s perfect,” he announced, “you’re so fucking cute.”

Not really the adjective I was expecting after I came on your dick, but I guess I’ll take it.

“Wanna make you do it again,” he admitted, making you swallow nervously, “but we don’t have much more time… and I’m so goddamn close, fuck, you’re just so tight, honey…”

You whimpered and bit your lip, your post-orgasm haze working overtime to keep your shame at bay— but the clarity was due any second now, and it was hard to ignore who this was when he kept moaning louder and louder, sighing your name, touching you and running his hand down your back and promising to fill you with his load—

Wait, he’s gonna do what?

"Pull out," you whimpered.  "Fuck— pull out…"

He only held on tighter to your hips, driving into you deeper as his head fell back in a grunt.

"Hop, pull out!" you yelped, only for a thick, clammy hand to cover your mouth as he bent down behind you— his forehead rested on the back of your shoulder, each hot breath fanning over your skin.

"God, sorry, I'm sorry," he panted, "need this— fuck, so good…"

You struggled harder, but all your strength was useless compared to him holding you there, keeping you exactly how he wanted you.

"Ah, fuck— you don't need to fight it, baby, s'gonna be so good… your pussy's milking me, c'mon, it's what she wants— she wants to be filled up, I can tell.  You want it, baby?  You want me to come?  Fuck I'm so close…"

He grunted a few more times before he suddenly stopped— his hips pressed forward until he couldn’t go possibly any deeper, then even just a little more after that; he held you tight as a tear ran down over his hand on your face.  Relaxing with a heavy exhale, his grip loosened on you slightly but you were far too weak to fight it now, so you just stayed there: bent over, still crying slightly, with a panting and heavy man just behind you (and inside you) catching his breath.

“Fuck,” he said again, pulling out quickly and letting you go; you didn’t realize how weak your legs were until you had to hold onto the van to stay up, awkwardly lowering your bare, sore bottom onto the small lip of the back bumper so you wouldn’t just fall to the ground.

You were pretty out of it for a minute; the smell of cigarette smoke brought you back to reality, and you looked at Hopper, having a smoke as he looked out into the woods.  He caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow.  “Y’want one?” he offered, and you nodded.  

Fishing the pack out of his pocket, he shook out a cigarette for you, holding it for you to lean forward and capture with your lips.  After lighting it for you, he watched you take a long drag and sigh.

“I’ll take you out of the cuffs in a minute,” he promised, but you’d already kind of forgotten about them.

He did, though; help you out of them, that is, and you were able to get your clothes back in order on your own after that.  You wondered if you should say something, or if he should.  What was there to say?  Thanks for the bribe?  Nice cock?  Pleasure doing business with you?

So, he didn’t say anything, and neither did you.  Until just as he was starting to walk away, and you noticed his flashlight had fallen from his belt onto the ground. 

“Wait,” you said, leaning down to grab it, and when you stood up to hand it back to him, you saw something strange in his expression.  You wondered, for a second, if he’d been hoping for more when you said that.  “You dropped this.”

He took the flashlight and nodded at you.  “Thanks,” he said, and you took the last drag of your lended cigarette as you nodded; watching him leave, you dropped the butt to the ground and snuffed it out with your shoe.

For some reason, you waited a little longer after he left to get back in the van’s passenger side.  Eddie didn’t look at you when you got in, and you didn’t say anything; he just started the van silently and began the drive back to the trailer park.  You were halfway there when you decided you should let him know, “you’re not going to jail.”

“I know,” he replied.

[seuonji]

彡 just wanted to see you. — choi seungcheol

๑ goody two shoes yn au!

notes ๑ student council president yn x delinquent svt bf !!! — somehow the perfect, rule abiding president started to become close to the token bad boy of the school. wonder how that’s going.

genre ๑ fluff!

warnings ๑ non

word count ๑ 0.6k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! i plan to make more of these! let me know which members you want to see next<3

seungcheol was one of the common people you’d see walking into the student council room. as president, this was your least favourite case to handle.

you heard the door open and just as you were about you look up to see who it was, they spoke and as his voice lingered in your ear, you didn’t have to check anymore. “vice president mina sent me here, said that ‘yn will take care of you.’” choi seungcheol mocked the voice of the vice cheekily.

“let me guess, jumped over the fence again and got caught, again?” you monotonously stated, not even batting an eye at him. your eyes were too busy on paperwork to give mind to the boy who was playfully frolicking towards you.

“just like how we first met!”

it wasn’t how you first met, but it was your first interaction. cheol obviously knew you cause you were the president. you knew him by word running around the school about a cheeky brat that skipped classes and often jumped the fence to avoid detention or school activities he didn’t want to participate in.

“are you doing these things just to get sent here?” you tiredly sighed.

“anything to see my cute significant other,” he smirked as he leaned onto the side of your chair, patiently waiting for you to look at him.

and you finally did.

but he was met with tired eyes.

“shit, you okay yn?”

suddenly it all spilled out.

“cheol you can’t keep getting into trouble!”

you rarely used nicknames with him. you always used his government name despite the way he disliked it. he always had to remind you to try and use nicknames when you started dating but you never did. and now you were.

“i can’t keep defending you, literally. and what if one day they don’t send you to me but the actual disciplinary head? i don’t want you going through that!”

there was a vivid guilt in his eyes as you spoke and he slowly kneeled down to be below your level, “i’m sorry i didn’t know it was that serious. i’ll hold back.”

you turned from your seat to face him and held his arm to pull him upwards, “it’s okay just. yeah i i would appreciate it if you’d stop your antics. you’re great at football i don’t understand why you don’t enjoy going to practice.”

“you think i’m great?” he smirked once again making your hands form a fist which he got a peek off so he patted your head and pulled out the stool from under your desk that he installed himself in your room.

“so, how are you going to take care of me? braid my hair? sing a lullaby?” he slowly leaned towards you.

“just go to your practice dummy.”

“huh? no consequences of my actions?”

“want me to send you to the disciplinary head?”

“what do they do there?” he asked with a clear tone of curiosity as he placed his arms over your shoulders.

“i don’t know, community service? clean the toilets?”

“going to practice right now,” he stood up from his seat and dusted off his clothes which made you laugh a bit.

just as you adjusted yourself to return back to work, he gently held your face in his hand and his face coming closer to yours, he gave a peck on the lips leaving you quiet.

“see you,” he poked your cheek as he walked out.

you sighed once again and sat properly in your desk but found a piece of candy with a crumpled note by it saying, “i didn’t get into trouble, i just wanted to see you dear. take it easy, i love you.”

you’ve heard from almost everyone just how much of a cheeky and troublesome boy he was but they would only be able to hear from you how sweet he actually was.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (24.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, mentions of character's death

A/N: This is an interlude chapter.

Indecent Proposal (24)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Now, the mansion…

“You promised to make things up to me,” you pout and give Steve the stinky eye. “Talk is cheap. I want your cocks.”

You wanted to go down and dirty, but Steve and Bucky wished to talk to you first. Now you’re sitting in the armchair at the library, Alpine in your lap, looking like a villain in a movie while patting the cat.

“You will have to make a lot up to me and Alpine,” you hold Bucky’s gaze. “You worried the poor cat. I had to brush their fur and give them a new necklace to calm the Alpine.”

Steve grins at your serious expression. “Doll, we are sorry about worrying you. And I will give you everything you want tomorrow. For tonight, we need to talk about a few things. We promised you to tell you everything.”

“We want nothing more than to ruin you all over again,” Bucky smirks when you start to squirm in your seat. “Steve is right, though. We need to talk about a few things, and after, we need a rest. It was a fucking long week.”

“You’re not hurt, right?” You look Bucky up and down before turning your head toward Steve. “Right? Everyone came home safely. All of your men too.”

“No one got hurt, doll,” Bucky assures you. “Our men know how to handle any situation. Jake localized Brock’s hideout, and we stormed the house. Not a big deal.”

You listen closely, hoping Bucky is telling you the truth. He gives you a soft smile and runs his hand over your head, but you won’t let him distract you this time.

“Is that the truth? We didn’t lose anyone. They are all safe,” you press on. “You won’t lie to me.”

“We swear, no one got hurt but the bastard trying to hurt you and our babies,” Steve softly says. He cups your face to press a kiss on your forehead. “They are having food at the moment. M’Baku was hungry.”

You giggle. M’Baku seems to be always hungry. Ever so often, you made a sandwich for the tall guy too when you sneaked into the kitchen for your nightly cravings.

He’s a giant, but a friendly one. M’Baku told you about his family and the woman he wants to marry. For a member of the mafia, he’s pretty nice.

You sigh, relieved. No one got hurt, everyone came back alive. The danger is over. – For now. You never know. In your husband's line of business, you’ll never not be in danger. They have enemies lurking in the dark, waiting for their chance to get back at Steve and Bucky.

“I want to know it all,” you say. “No more secrets, Steve, Bucky. Please fill me in. I need to know.”

“We killed Rumlow and disposed of his body,” Bucky hastily says. He hopes you do not hate him for killing another man in your name. “He died faster than he deserved.”

“He won’t cause trouble ever again,” Steve clears his throat. He can see the worry in your eyes and tries to assure you no one will ever find out Bucky killed Brock. “Natasha helped cover his death. We made it look like he left town because Natasha found out that he was a corrupt cop. Jake was a big help. Remind me to never mess with Jake Jensen.”

“Jakie is a sweetheart,” you coo. “He distracted me with zombies and explained to me how he hacks into a system.”

“Zombies?” Bucky grunts. “He showed you zombies. Is that a code word for his dick?” He cocks a brow. “Doll, answer me.”

“No, dummy,” you giggle and snort. “He designed a video game. There are zombies, and guns…and stuff. It’s pretty cool. Jake is a smart guy. You should pay him more.”

Steve laughs at his husband’s pissed expression. He can’t bear sharing your attention with someone else but Steve. Bucky hums and plans on having a serious conversation with Jake in the morning.

“Don’t put, Bucky baby,” you hold out your hand for Bucky. “You know I already got my hands full with you and Stevie. I cannot handle another man. Jake is only a nice guy helping not to worry about you.”

“Fine,” Bucky still pouts, but promises you to not hurt Jake.

“How about we forget about Brock and everything else for tonight and,” you smirk at Steve, “in the morning, you can make things up to me…”

Part 25

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[updownlately]

make me yours my love (cause you’re nobody to me, yet somebody to me)

| alessia russo x reader | fluff (tooth-rotting fluff) | 4.5k | a/n: heard a song from another language, got obsessed with it, translated it to english, and wrote a fic. ended up losing the plot half way through and bs-ed the rest over the course of a week. anyways, i hate it, here you go.

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You had never thought you’d leave North America. It was where you grew up. Where you’d had your best and worst times. It was home.

And when you had moved to Seattle from Vancouver to join the OL Reign, you thought that playing in the NWSL would be your greatest achievement, never expecting anything outrageous to occur, never daring to entertain the idea that you would ever venture any farther away from home. Thus, you clearly didn’t account for your hard work to actually pay off and for you to attract the attention of European clubs with the likes of Manchester City, Aston Villa, or Manchester United.

Even with your hesitance on leaving the continent, you had accepted United's offer almost as soon as it had come through, only waiting to double check with Sue and Megan on what their thoughts were. Of course the two women you saw as parental figures had freaked out on your behalf. They didn’t need to say it verbally but with the way they supported you as you virtually signed the contract and got ready to move showed you how incredibly proud they were of you for not only continuing to rise to a higher level in your career, but for pushing yourself out of your comfort zone.

But when the offer to extend your single year contract into a three year came, however, it wasn’t Sue, Megan, or anyone else back home who played a role in your decision. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly as some of the training staff would say, it was your United teammates that unknowingly convinced you to stay.

In the single year you had spent with them, they had welcomed you with open arms, taking you in as one of their own. 

Zelem and Mary had become your unofficial team moms, making sure you never got into too much trouble whilst Tooney, Millie, Leah, and the other girls had practically become your sisters. And of course, you had Alessia. Sweet, clumsy, back heel queen Alessia had become one of your closest friends in the new city, her being one of the only few people your introverted self had felt fully comfortable around.

You never understood why or how you were able to so quickly feel so relaxed around the tall girl, you typically being quite shy and reserved with new people, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

Moving countries, much less continents, was never easy, but with Alessia beside you since day one, it had never been too difficult.

Since the day that you had awkwardly waved hi to the United girls and attended your first official WSL practice, Alessia hadn’t left your side once. In fact, within the first few weeks of you being in England, the rest of the girls had established that wherever Alessia was, you were and vice versa, one rarely being found without the other.

Through the homesickness, loneliness, anxiety, and at one point, even depression, she had been there next to you. Be it picking you up and dropping you off from practice, bringing over home cooked meals, or tours around the city, she’d been your rock as you struggled but finally adjusted to being alone again. 

And when city tours turned into trying new restaurants together and her dropping off home cooked meals led to bi-weekly movie nights with Alessia’s heavenly dinners or take out, you both never acknowledged how much you cared for each other. Really though, you didn’t have to. A blind person could feel the love that you both radiated for each other.

It was spoken through the way Alessia had become less clumsy over the months, with you now there to catch her. To pull her aside before she could crash into a defensive training dummy. To ensure that her laces were tied and she was aware every time the ground was raised or there was a kerb to watch out for.

Alessia told you she cared when she’d hold you tightly against her chest, after every hard game, practice, or just day. The height difference between your 5’3'' and her 5’9'' was near comical but neither of you minded. If anything, in your opinion, it just made the hugs better since you could bury your face in her neck and block out the world for a few minutes. If Alessia minded, she surely didn’t say a word to you. You didn’t know it but if Alessia was completely honest to herself, she truly loved when you’d hug her. She absolutely adored the way you’d hide your face as you’d hug her, you standing on your tiptoes to comfortably rest your head in the crook of her neck, letting only her see you break, trusting her so easily, warming her heart each time.

You’d whisper the depths of your care when you’d let her lean on you during your movie nights, carding your fingers through her hair when you knew she was on the brink of sleep. In the way you’d slowly manoeuvre both yourself and her into a more comfortable position, her often ending up curled up on top of you, not that you minded at all, welcoming her warmth. How you’d ignore the inevitable stiff neck you would always wake up with since you’d always watch movies in the living room. In your eyes, the pain was always going to be worth seeing the blonde hugging you tightly whilst she slept on your chest.

The star striker would whisper her care ever so softly, staying on call with you during the nights where you missed Seattle a bit too much. When she’d bring you your favourite coffee the next morning, knowing that you’d be tired from your mind running the night before. When she’d drive you to practise, putting on your favourite playlists for the fatigue ridden ride, without you so much as having to ask, her knowing you almost as well as she knew herself.

You both had eventually become so close that even Tooney joked that she should move out and retire from being Alessia's best friend now that you were here for the title. You had simply laughed in response, knowing that at the end of the day, at the end of the month, at the end of the season, even though she was just your teammate at United, she was also simply your favourite person in Manchester (and possibly England, and maybe, just maybe, even in the whole world).

You weren’t someone to really believe in love, having had to witness almost every romantic relationship around you crash and burn, save for Binoe (bless them). So when Alessia clumsily toppled into your life, you didn’t expect that she’d make a home in the cracks of your broken heart. You didn’t expect for her to line the streets of your heart with cosy buildings of every delightful colour known to mankind. You didn’t expect for your heart to flutter like a butterfly each time she was near, the euphoria of having her close nearly causing your feet to grow wings, placing you on cloud nine.

She had your heart and you had no idea when she had taken or how she had taken it, but she had. The way her eyes would crinkle as she laughed had wrapped its threads around your soul. The way she’d have to lean down to hug most of her teammates, you included, and she’d never complain, doing so without being asked, restored your faith in the world. The way her smile would rival the warmth and brightness of the morning sun on your worst days had you smiling softly by yourself as you couldn’t help but stare at her, the only star that you would gladly let damage your eyesight.

While to everyone else she was just your teammate and friend, to you she was so much more. She wasn’t yours but she was something to you, somebody to you, and you hoped to god that you’d never lose her.

It’s funny looking back at when you first realised you were in love with the blonde. It had taken you almost half a year to register that you wanted more than a friendly relationship with her. You remember the exact moment so vividly, having replayed it over and over again in your mind as you lay on your bed, gently begging whatever higher deity existed to make your dreams a reality.

You both, as well as the rest of the team, had just finished a gruelling late training session and Alessia had somehow managed to convince you to let her come around so both of you could make pasta from scratch. You were unbearably tired, not having slept well the night before and the request to postpone the plan was on the tip of your tongue. However, you had made the mistake of looking up from your training bag and right into the bright blue eyes of the taller girl just as you were about to say no, and instead, you (embarrassingly easily, might you add) were persuaded to do nothing but hum in agreement to Alessia’s request.

So once she had picked up the necessary ingredients whilst you waited, trying and failing to nap in the car, and you both had made it to your flat, she had begun flitting around your kitchen, already at home in your house.

You were sitting on the counter, banned from helping due to your tiredness, contentedly watching the partially-Italian woman as she stirred the pasta sauce she had made, that the thought of this scene being ever-present for the rest of your life had briefly crossed your mind. However, you had waved it off at that time, blaming the exhaustion in your bones for your delusional feelings. It had worked and you had forgotten about your yearning for a few seconds, until Alessia had switched the stove off, turned to you, and had taken in your drowsy appearance.

Wordlessly, she had bridged the gap of a few feet between you and gently pulled you towards the edge of the island, pushing apart your legs and bringing her arms to gently wrap around your midsection. It was as she slotted herself perfectly in the space she had created, nudging your head to rest comfortably in the crook of her neck, that you inhaled a deep sigh and let yourself relax, sinking into the hug. As your mind finally began to slow down, the circles Alessia was rubbing on your back calming you quickly, the whole situation hit you.

Here you were, in the arms of your best friend, after she had just finished cooking you dinner, and was holding you so gently, reading you like a book, providing you with the comfort you needed to finally rest. If you didn’t know any better, you would say that Alessia was currently peak girlfriend material - hell even possibly wifey material. Tired and relaxed, this time when the thought of being the only one who Alessia would treat so perfectly like this for the rest of her life came across your heart, you let it warm you, indulging in the loveliness of being cared for.

You had known then, that the blonde irrevocably had your heart, and you were helpless to do anything about it. You were nothing but putty in her hands, your fate lying in hers.

From that point on, you had made it your goal to love Alessia the best you could, regardless of whether she loved you back or not.

As days and months went on, you two got even closer, if that was even possible. If you had thought that both of you were close before, the present put the past to incredulous shame. Your morning routine now definitively consisted of picking up Alessia before morning training and other team events and driving the proud ‘passenger princess’, as you liked to call her, to grab breakfast and head to practice, Tooney joining you two once in a blue moon. Bi-weekly movie nights had become weekly occurrences, and her dropping off home cooked meals turned into you both cooking together in your tiny kitchen most nights.

Telling Alessia you had extended your contract had been one of your favourite moments of the postseason. With her due to play for United another two years too (totally not a deciding factor in your renewal at all), the idea of her getting to spend the remainder of her contract playing not only with Tooney, Mary, and many of the other close friends she’d made, but with you as well excited her unfathomably. The blonde hadn’t stopped smiling for a week straight, and you had a feeling that if she had gone even a single day longer than she had, her face would’ve frozen with her blinding smile stuck permanently.

You knew then, you were a goner for her, for that smile, for the comfort she gave you, her hugs that healed you. You knew you’d give her all of you without taking anything in return, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care either. You’d give her the world if she asked, all it would take for you to do so is her saying the words, no qualms on your end. You knew that be it as a friend or a lover, you wanted to be the cause of her smiles, her laughs at everything stupid, and the reason her eyes would sparkle with joy. You knew that you wanted her, you just didn’t know she wanted you too.

So caught up in your own head, in your own yearning for the taller girl, you never noticed the longing stares or the blush that would coat her cheeks each time you were near. You never questioned why she’d hug you significantly longer than anyone else, even Tooney or her own mother. You completely, almost idiotically obliviously missed the way she’d go out of her way to make you comfortable, how she had made it her priority as much as you had made it to ensure that her smile would stay.

The two of you danced around each other for months without knowing, two threads dangling from the sky, tangling so effortlessly, yet making no move to separate. You two were bound together unknowingly, without a title, without it being something, without a label. You both were each other's nobody’s, the “no-one special”, yet both of you were silently craving to be each other’s somebody. All you needed really was for the other to make you theirs, the pair of you too scared to accidentally overstep and risk losing the other completely.

At the end, it only took the two of you just over a year and a half before the two of you made any move towards dating. 

It was a chilly mid February day. You had gotten injured that morning, hurting your ankle quite severely and Alessia had so graciously offered to crash with you for a few nights to help you out. You had once again, familiarly, found yourself situated by your island, slumped on the counter, painkillers from the hospital coursing you through your veins, as Alessia cooked for you.

While the sight had become more common to you over the past handful of months, it never got old. The way she’d (for once) gracefully move around, opening your cabinets and rummaging through your pantry and fridge with familiarity and ease, in her element, swaying gently to yours and hers shared playlist you had playing on your speaker. The way her hair was tied back yet a few strands always seemed to spill through, framing her face perfectly. How the heat from the stoves had her cheeks tinted, ever so slightly strawberry red. How absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous she looked bathed in the soft golden lighting of your house, a house that turned into a home whenever she was there.

This time, instead of shying away from watching her as you usually would, you let yourself indulge, eyes tracing the way her arms would flex as she chopped the necessary ingredients, as she used the bench scraper to toss everything into the sizzling pan. You admired the way your old oversized hoodie fit her absolutely perfectly, your last name sitting prettily on her back, as if that sweatshirt was meant to be hers.

You’d been so caught up in your unabashed staring that you didn’t realise Alessia had turned to face you, ladle in hand, the other on her hip, a single eyebrow raised in amusement.

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” she teased.

“Definitely did. Something about dinner and it being ready?” You jested, hoping that your obvious guess was at least somewhat close.

“You’re lucky you’re attractive, and half a decent defender…otherwise I wouldn’t be cooking for you y’know.” The way Alessia smirked as your cheeks heated up told you that the striker knew exactly what she was doing, winking at you before laughing and turning around. “Anyways, like I was saying, the doc said you’re probably going to feel really drowsy once the meds wear off, though the pain should definitely be gone. I’m thinking once dinner’s done, we can just go crash in your room, put on a movie or something so I don’t have to carry you around when you knock out? I’m clumsy enough on my own, I don’t need to be holding another person to test it,” she continued.

“Good with me. Plus, at least you’re self-aware enough to know that you are a walking Bambi. It’s honestly a miracle that you aren’t constantly wrapped in bubble wrap at this point.”

“Okay just for that comment, I’m picking the movie and I’m not giving you my hoodie.”

“That’s not fair, I’m drugged up right now. If anything, that’s abuse. You’re torturing a helpless individual,” you mumble as you lay your head on the cool surface of the island.

“Definitely torturing you by cooking you supper and not giving you my hoodie… and as I let you rest since you’re injured and doped up, right?” You could only groan in response to her logic, pouting at not being able to come up with a response.

As Alessia continued to move around your kitchen, finishing up on dinner and plating the food, you went back to observing her. You studied the way she tried the stir fry, taking a bite before scrunching her face adorably and adding more ingredients to fix whatever she thought was lacking. You watched her as she finally decided everything was ready, as she sweetly plated food for you first, handing it to you, before doing so for herself. You smiled, fascinated with the way her body moved as grabbed waters for the both of you, entranced by the ease in her movement. 

You were distracted throughout the whole dinner, mumbling responses, missing questions. You blamed it on the medications and fatigue when the forward beside you asked if you were okay, but in actuality your mind couldn’t help but constantly wander to imagining what it would be like if this was your life. If dinners with Alessia could be your future. If movie nights in your bed, you in her hoodie could be a regular occurrence. You knew you’d thought it before, the ideas were nothing new to you, but you had never craved it this bad before, never wanted it more than right now. 

You’d been so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed Alessia grabbing your dishes or her own, nor her loading the dishwasher. It was only when she had stepped in front of you that you snapped out of your reverie. 

“You sure you’re okay? You seem really out of it…you know I’ve got you right?”

When you fail to meet her eyes immediately, she cradles your face in her hands, one on either side of your jaw, gently tilting your head back to meet her eyes. Her worried eyes scan your face and then the rest of your body, trying to pinpoint something, anything that could have been the cause of your dip in mood.

“Seriously, what’s going on? You were fine just a little while ago. Is it your ankle? Is the pain back? The doctor said the medication would wear off around midnight but if it’s wearing off right now we can call the hospi-”

Shaking your head amusedly at her worried rambling, you cut her off before she forgot how to breathe. “Less I’m fine.”

“Bull. You haven’t said more than 5 words ever since I asked about watching a movie. Oh my gosh, is this about how I said I’m picking the movie? ‘Cause if so, you can totally pick, I swear. I was just teasing. And… and of course you can have my hoodie too. I promise I was just joking. I didn’t mean t-”

“Alessia,” you stated firmly, a slight frown returning to your face when it was her who now couldn’t look at you.

Sensing her anxiety, you reach out for the blonde, hands finding home on her hips, squeezing gently, just enough to get her to finally stop scanning your body for injuries and instead look at you.

“I’m fine, I promise. Just been thinking, that’s all.”

“About? What’s got you so distracted? If it’s the injury, we both know you’ll be back in no time. I don’t mind sticking around to help around while you’re recovering. I’d be happy to help you know? I don’t mind. Plus-”

“Less, it’s not the injury. I don’t care about the recovery. I’ve already accepted that I won’t be playing for a few weeks. Stop worrying, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal, yeah right…” she scoffs, her hands moving to your shoulders. “Are you actually not going to tell me what’s going on? What’s bothering you? Was it something I did? Is that why you’re not telling me? If I messed up I’ll fix it okay? I'd rather fix it than lose you. Please. Please tell me what’s going on so I can fix it.”

It was in the next few moments that you contemplated whether it would be worth it. Whether potentially destroying your friendship with the blonde that you’ve been in love with since you met her over a year and half ago would be worth the risk of telling her and outing yourself. You considered pretending everything was fine, to make up some excuse using your newly acquired injury or something about the fans and the pressure, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t lie to her. You couldn’t be dishonest. Not when you looked up and saw the care and concern etched in her face, wrinkles scattered across, creases from distress that you had caused.

You figured that if anything, if, no when, when she told you she didn’t feel the same, you could take the next few weeks you had off for healing and rehab to get over her. It wouldn’t be so bad right? You could take those three weeks to heal your ankle and your heart, and then you could go back to being Alessia’s best friend again.

“Hey, I promise I won’t judge alright? Whatever it is, it’s safe with me, I swear on football,” came the gentle voice from the girl towering above you.

You waited a second before looking up, taking a deep sigh in, revelling in the peace before the chaos that you knew was going to come after. Looking in her eyes, you audibly swallowed, before closing your own.

“I’m in love with you. Have been for ages now, and it’s killing me. It’s killing me to see you in my kitchen, at my house, making it a home. It’s killing me to have you cuddle into me when I know I can’t pull you closer at every chance. It’s physically breaking me when I can’t walk up to you in my kitchen and kiss you to thank you for cooking for me, for taking care of me. It’s hurting me when I know that there’s probably going to come a day where you find someone else and I’m left here with your ghost. It terrifies me that I’m nobody to you but you’re somebody to me.” Your voice cracks in the last sentence and you pray to whatever God existed that she couldn’t hear your heart quietly cracking too.

When a minute passes in complete silence, and then another, you dare to open your eyes. Taking a shaky breath in, you don’t know what to make of the sight in front of you. There, Alessia stands, in all her glory, your hands still on her hips, her head tilted back, eyes glazed over, on the verge of tears.

Your heart’s breaking further with each second that passes and you mentally prepare yourself for the rejection that’s incoming.

“Please say something. Please…”

A beat passes. Then two, before Alessia finally looks back down at you, a lone tear falling from her eyes, one that she quickly wipes away, a smile on her face. “Took you long enough to catch up.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The possibility of your dreams becoming a reality never seemed plausible to you. “Less, don't play. Please,” you beg.

“You were never nobody to me idiot. You weren’t ever nothing to me. You’ve been somebody to me since I met you y’know? You’ve had my heart since you walked onto the training pitch, looking like a lost kid.” 

“Honest?” You asked, just to make sure you weren’t hearing things, that she actually liked you back, that you weren’t dreaming. When Alessia nodded in return, you couldn’t help but smile, your grin stretching from ear to ear.

Wiping the few tears that had made their way down your face, you moved your hands to wrap around the other girl, pulling her close to you, hugging her tightly. You tucked your head into the chest, her arms wrapping around your neck, your beaming smile hidden in the cloth of her sweatshirt. 

“Let me make you mine? Go on a date with me?” The blonde quietly asked, kissing the top of your head.

This time, it was your turn to nod. You did so energetically, practically vibrating with happiness, twin grins adorning both yours and Alessia’s face. 

You couldn’t ever fathom the idea of leaving Canada as a child, yet now, all grown up, on your own, you’d never been more glad you had left. That you had allowed yourself the opportunity to find a new home, one that you found here, in the arms of Alessia Russo.

You’d spent months thinking you weren’t anybody to her, and now? Now you knew you were somebody to her. That you weren’t alone this whole time. That she wanted to make you hers all along.

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: Looks like we gotta put Katsuki in his place…or try to, anyways. Augh @cashmoneyyysstuff is literally my savior hereee ilyyy Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, reader is 20 years old, reader befriends Kaminari and Sero, Reader uses "Cattus" as her alias, reader's nicknames are Cactus and Cattus, fight scene between you and Bakugou, really BAD depictions of a fight scene, reader's down bad LMAO, two characters aren't from MHA but are there for the plot, mentions of overexertion, Bakugou challenges you to a fight, a tualia is a type of duel for reference,

Pairing(s): Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ: Ten, Again

“Daaaaaaamn Cattus.” Hanta drawls, approaching you once training ended for the day. You hadn’t moved a bit- rooted to where you stood when Bakugou challenged you to a fight.  

“Got a duel on the first day, huh? Against the great ol’ ‘War Dragon’ too.” Denki chimes in, slinging an arm around your shoulder.  

“Was nice knowing you two.” you mumble, regret laced in your tone. You joined the army to avoid trouble, not cause it. 

Denki nods sagely, patting your back in an attempt to console you. “What flowers do you want for your funeral?” 

Hanta rolls his eyes, slinging his arm over your shoulders as well. “Eh, I think Cattus’ll beat the ‘Pissy Lizard’ any day- man's probably got some secret moves he isn’t spilling.” the ravenette says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  

You sigh, internally cackling at Hanta’s take on the captain’s nickname, but chose to address the latter statement.  

“I haven’t trained since I was ten though! An entire decade ago!” you groan, and Hanta raises an eyebrow.  

“What’s stopping you from training now then? There’s some dummies we passed a few minutes ago that Moss Bear said was for public use.” 

You blink- how in the world did they know so much about this place and you didn’t? 

You ask them, and Denki just snorts, pulling your wolf’s knot teasingly.  

“You sir, are the King of Moping. You’re too busy lamenting your stay here, and so you don’t appreciate hanging out with your bros” Denki says, sighing dramatically.  

Sero flicks your forehead “And while you were busy off in space, you overhear some things.” 

You groan. Maybe Fern Bat was right. About you, not your father.  

But he wasn’t going to be for long.  

You were going to train as hard as you could to make up for the last 10 years of your life.  

*** 

It was almost midnight when you finally put down the sword, muscles aching, body feverish and drenched with sweat, you worked so hard you felt like you were going to vomit.  

“Shit...” you mutter, letting your sword clatter to the ground, resting your head against the nearby tree.  

You wanted water, and a shower, but you didn’t have that luxury right now. Right now...you had rest, rest was good. Good enough at least. 

Though you were thoroughly exhausted in every meaning of the word, you felt...rejuvenated. Alive, almost.  

You had to admit, you changed a lot in the last week than you had in your entire life, more fierce, more bold, more confident even. You felt...free. Though you loved your family with your entire heart, mind, soul, and being, not having the responsibility to tend to others 24/7 was relieving.  

What wasn’t relieving however was the impending fight you had tomorrow.  

Oh well. 

If you were going down, you wouldn’t make it easy, that’s for sure.  

In the light of the waning moon, you smirk to yourself. 

You were going to remind the so called “War Dragon” that while they grew flowers, cacti still had thorns.  

*** 

You woke up the next morning, early, much to Denki and Hanta’s annoyance, but they understood enough to let you be and give you shit for it later.  

 It’s early enough that no one is awake right now, and so you slip away from the mass of tents and training equipment to find solace in the nearby lake, one you noticed when first arriving here, taking a much-needed wash to cleanse yourself of the dirt, grime and sweat from the previous night. 

It was relaxing and refreshing- exactly what you needed to get yourself in the right mindset for your battle. Icy water laps at your skin, cleansing you from worries and emotions that you couldn’t afford to feel right now. Usually, you would complain and shiver about the temperature of the water you were in- but right now, you felt new. 

Right now, you couldn’t be Y/N.  

Right now, you were Cattus. 

*** 

Thump. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

Your heart beats thrums steadily against your ribcage, like a gong or a rhythmic drum sounding over and over again.  

And across from you, those stupidly pretty ruby eyes. 

You couldn’t be falling for him. 

You couldn’t be falling for him. 

Stupid Pissy Lizard. 

You stare at the Adonis of a man in front of you, finally drinking in his features.  

Chiseled jawline, slim waist, hulking figure. Long eyelashes that housed those eyes you loved so much, and spiky hair that jutted in every direction, similar to the horns and spikes of a dragon. Plush lips that stretched across the smug grin on his face. 

Damn. 

That might be a slight problem. 

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” the soldiers that crowded you chanted, louder and louder, in sync with the beating of your heart.  

You were a warrior.  

With a cry, you lunge forward at the sound of the gong, just as Bakugou does.  

And suddenly, you were ten again.  

You see him move without him moving, noticing the muscles in his right arm clench every so slightly, meaning he would strike your left side.  

Dropping to your knees, you slide underneath the blade, ignoring the pain the friction caused against your knees and kick your legs out to knock him off balance too.  

He stumbles, before whipping back to face you, already on your feet, and preparing to strike for his abdomen.  

“Remember Y/N.” you father had told you. “When facing an opponent who excels in strength, you must beat them in speed.” 

Bakugou was strong, you could give him that. Extremely so, with skills so refined that you could barely find the chinks in his armor. He was fast too. 

You would just have to be faster.  

“Become the wind, embrace it, embody it.” you hear your dad’s voice in your head. “And once you do, overcome it.” 

“Be faster, better, become more than the wind could ever be.” 

Bakugou blocks your strike, but is taken aback at your speed, growling as he used the momentum to push you off him, leaving you skidding against the dirt, yet you maintain your footing, and your stance. 

Sword clash, as you fight tirelessly, the soldier surrounding you watching intently. They didn’t expect you to last this long- neither did Bakugou. Were you actually going to win? 

And yet, in reality, what could a single gust of wind do against a fire breathing dragon? 

Just as you couldn’t win against your father, you couldn’t win against Bakugou.  

But you knew that. 

That wasn’t what you were concerned about. You could hold your own against the captain of an army squadron, and Bakugou knew that. You have proven your point.  

Now, you were just toying with him.  

You felt sluggish, overexerting yourself well beyond your limit at this point- knowing that in these types of challenges, a tualia in specificness, the only way to win was to pin your opponent down for 10 seconds.  

Given his sheer size and strength, you knew that pinning him down for that long would be impossible. You came to terms with that a long time ago. 

Bakugou’s chest heaved, sweat dripping down his neck. He was just as tired as you were, but still royally ticked off. You could see why they called him a dragon now, eyes narrowed in concentration and breathing so heavily smoke could exit his nostrils.  

Running straight at him, you direct yourself as if to collide with him, the latter bracing for impact before you spin around, hooking your foot around him, and causing him to fall on his back.  

Taking the opportunity, you place your forearm on your collarbone, putting as much weight as your could afford at that moment, pinning him down. 

“One...two...three...” you mutter, loud enough that the other soldiers could hear you.  

Holy shit. Was this going to work?  

Bakugou’s breath comes out ragged and labored- he's tired. 

“Four...five..uff!” you cough out as Bakugou suddenly headbutts you and reverses your stance, him now pinning you.  

Shit!

“One...two...three” he starts counting, voice so low and gravelly it sounds almost unhuman.  

He’s not growling now though, he seems subdued almost, like he just wants to get this over with. 

“Four...five...six...seven...” 

You don’t bother squirming, or trying to escape, already sensing your tualia coming to an end. You can’t help but feel butterflies erupt in your stomach from the proximity and you mentally open a cage to stuff them through- you'd deal with those feelings later.   

“Eight...nine...fucking ten.” he groans, getting off of you, and allowing you to finally breathe, relaxing into the ground, but Denki and Hanta help you up anyways, awestruck.  

“You almost beat him!” Denki gushes, giddy with excitement.  

Hanta nods in assent. “I knew I said you might have secret skills, but damn. I don’t think Bakugou’s gone up against anyone who’s still alive to tell the tale.” 

You chuckle dryly, too tired to share their enthusiasm but grateful for it nonetheless. 

“C’mon guys, let’s get back to the tent.” 

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[in1-nutshell]

Hi I lied when I said the last time I asked for juno was the last time

Cygate whirl and first aid seprately react to juno having a panic attack or breakdown without rodimus or perceptor nearby

your nutshell summary are really cute

Bringing back Juno! Let's do this!

Hope you enjoy!

Juno having a panic attack/ breakdown with Cygate, Whirl, and First Aid

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE

Cygate

The pair had been walking back to their shared room when the incident happened.

The evening had turned out to be a bit eventful.

Especially when a little argument sparked between the pair.

They don’t remember what the cause of it was, but it left both in a sour mood when they heard something.

It sounded like… crying?

Tailgate went forward with Cyclonus trailing behind with a servo on his sword.

The pair was surprised to see Juno on the floor curled up with both their servos clenched on their helm.

They were shaking like a leaf, bio lights blinking rapidly, and optics shut tight.

“Juno!”--Tailgate

Tailgate rushes to their side.

Cyclonus walks over but keeps his distance.

Juno shrinks a bit at the sudden contact.

Tailgate retracts his servos but gently takes one of their servos, softly running his digits over theirs.

He looks over at Cyclonus for help.

Cyclonus goes to their other side and grabs their other servo.

He pries their servo open.

The pair exchanged quiet words until Juno stopped shaking.

Cyclonus helps Juno up and supports most of their weight.

Tailgate tries to help with the weight the best he can.

The minibot ends up holding their servo the rest of the trip to the couples habsuite nearby.

Cyclonus helped Juno onto the berth as Tailgate closed the door for more privacy.

Juno looks down avoiding the gaze of the pair.

“I’m sorry—”--Juno

Tailgate grabs their servo again.

Juno shakes a bit trying to keep the tears at bay.

Cyclonus walks over and places a servo on their shoulder.

“Can you tell us what happened?”--Tailgate

Juno slowly nods.

“…I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with work… I don’t want what happened before to happen again… maybe if I had worked harder last time then maybe they wouldn’t have--”--Juno

“Stop.”--Cyclonus

Juno looks at Cyclonus who had tightened his grip on their shoulder a bit.

“No one could have spotted them. Even in review, all cameras had been disabled and the ones that were partially operational were not enough to bypass their cloaking devices. You did your job as well as you could.”--Cyclonus

Juno looks down at Tailgate.

“You were the one who sounded the alarm. You saved several bots who were in that area Juno.”--Tailgate

Juno shakes a bit and starts sniffling more.

Tailgate hugs their midsection.

The flood gate opens.

Juno falls on Cyclonus and Tailgate and weeps a bit.

The pair give each other a knowing look before going back to comforting their friend.

They do implore Juno to talk about their troubles with them, or Perceptor, or Rodimus or Rung if it was bad.

Tailgate later comms in Rodimus to come by and get Juno once they are ready and want to see him.

Whirl

Whirl had been walking with Juno when it happened.

Whirl had managed to rope Juno into going out for a drink after a while of pestering.

He secretly wanted to know what a tipsy or drunk Juno was like, and he wanted evidence.

That’s when something jumped from the corner in front of them.

It looked like Tarn.

Whirl immediately began firing at ‘Tarn’.

Turned out it was a well sculpted dummy that looked like Tarn.

“Ha! Just a dummy! A real good looking dummy but that’s not—”--Whirl

Whirl notices Juno on the ground wide optic and shaking.

Their optics glued on the fake Tarn.

Whirl moves to them slowly.

“Hey Jumpy, its not real you know.”--Whirl

Juno’s shaking faltered slightly, that was a good sign.

He kneels down to help them up.

“Now, up we go and—”--Whirl

As soon as his claw touched their back, they launched their arms around him pulling him close and burring their faceplate into his neck cables.

“Hey, Juno! Can you just…”--Whirl

He stops when he feels wetness dribbling down his cables.

“…Sod it…”--Whirl

He could hear the mumbles of Tarn and other members of the DJD.

Carefully hoisting them into his arms and walked back into his habsuite.

Privacy was needed for this kind of thing.

And he had a reputation to uphold!

They make it to the room; he trips over something and topples on to the berth with them.

Juno hadn’t let go the entire time.

Whirl started talking randomly to fill the void.

He started talking about the clocks he had been working on.

The talking seemed to work in calming the bot down.

An hour later Whirl was showing Juno the inner working of his latest clock.

He watches from afar that they get back to Perceptor or Rodimus before going back to his own business.

The next day, Whirl found several new clock parts at his door with a thank you note attached to it.

First Aid

First Aid didn’t know what made him walk out of the med bay but he is glad he did.

He figured he just needed a break from everything in the bay and needed to clear his processor.

He isn’t expecting to see Juno in a dark corner shaking.

“Juno!”—First Aid

First Aid comes over to the shaking bot and kneels down examining their frame for any injuries.

There are none.

He notices their rapid venting, tears, and them grabbing certain places in their frame.

Places that he remembered fixing when they came back from…

Juno was mumbling something but kept their optics shut.

“Juno, Juno its First Aid…You’re on the Lost Light, you’re on the floor, your safe… is okay to touch you?”—First Aid

Juno slowly nods as the shaking subsides.

The medic slowly lifts the shaking bot and helps them walk back to a private part of the med bay.

The pair goes to their habsuite and that’s where Juno explained to him what happened.

It turned out someone had blasted the Empyrean suite in their office as some cruel joke.

Which reminded them that they needed to explain to Magnus why the door had been kicked down and indented into the wall.

They thought they were back on the ship, the pod, the giant servos…

First Aid comms in Ratchet that he wasn’t going to be returning for his shift, something else came up and needed his attention.

First aid stayed with Juno until they were better.

The medic later comms in Perceptor giving him an update on Juno and lets him know that Juno is in the med bay.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Word quantity: high. Word quality: low. You have been warned.

Goo Kim x Reader: School Days with Princess & the Delinquent

Chapter 2 - Please read chapter 1 first!

Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

"Miss Goody-Two-Shoes not got anyone to tattle on this lunch?" Goo leans down, elbow on your desk and propping his head up on his hand. 

Obnoxiously in your face and demanding attention.

"I don't tattle," you mutter, not rising to the bait and especially not wanting him to cause trouble for you. You don't bother to look in his direction, instead trying to process the words on the page.

"Hey," he clicks his fingers in your face, "I'm talking to you."

You ignore him.

And Goo Kim is not someone who likes to be ignored.

"What's this then?" He snatches your book, reflexes lightning quick and you barely comprehend it being swiped before your eyes. 

"H-hey!" You sputter, leaping up from your seat. Hand trying to claw your property back as Goo moves it out of your reach and flicks through the pages. 

"Physics, huh?"

"Goo Kim. Give it back."

"Nah,"  A casual flick of the wrist as he aims it towards the open window and it flies out with startling force.

Your hands slam down on to your desk and a resounding smack rings out. "Y-you...!"

Leaning right into your personal space, he smirks. "I what?"

"Why did you do that!"

"You don't need that Princess, Physics is easy."

"And how the hell would you know?! You're just a delinquent."

Goo grins, unnaturally wide and fangs showing but there is no mirth in his eyes, "I'm not just anything babe. I’m sorta a genius." 

With that, he leaves as you seethe.

.

.

Muttering curses under your breath, you search around in the flowerbed beneath your classroom window until finally, you find your stupid goddamn textbook covered in leaves and soil.

Between Goo Kim and physics, your sanity is hanging by a thread.

.

.

"That's wrong," the blonde whispers, silently sneaking up on you and dangerously close to your ear. 

You almost jump out of your skin. You thought you were in the classroom completely alone again.

(How you have come to so easily recognise his voice, you don't want to know.)

"You've fucked up Bernoulli's equation."

You stare at the figures you have written down. It takes you a little while to spot it but. Oh. So you have.

Chancing a glance at him, you find his face almost touching yours, looking intently at your workings. You can make out his long lashes, the faintest single freckle just below his ear, the golden specks of his iris.

His gaze suddenly turns towards you, and you hastily look away, face reddening at being caught staring.

"Princess," you don't need to see his face to know he's unbearably smug, "I didn't think you were a dummy."

Excuse me?! You routinely rank top in your classes. It's only stupid Physics that you are absolutely terrible with. You whirl round, ready to argue- 

But nobody is there. Goo had already left.

.

.

Goo knows your type.

Everything comes easily to you. You've got a clear path to a good future.

A cliche. Probably going to marry your high school sweetheart, have a little family and a white picket fence.

Boring.

It is wonderful then, for Goo to realise that even you struggle with something.

And his chest puffs a little with pride at spotting your mistake, finding something you did wrong. He absolutely did not do it to help you, where's the fun in that?

Goo's favourite hobbies are making money and breaking bones. If he can't do either then his next favourite is being proven right and then being downright insufferable about it.

.

.

It's a very peculiar routine that none of the student body or even your friends can work out.

Indeed no-one wants to either because the further they are away from Goo Kim, the better.

He has a new habit of pointing out your mistakes at lunch. Identifying each error with the utmost glee that makes you want to tear your hair out and bash your head against the desk.

Maybe even bash his head against the desk.

The underlying fear is still there. As with any prey that looks into the eye of a predator, no matter how tame they appear on the surface. 

But now, the overwhelming feeling is irritation and frustration.

Perhaps everyone fears Goo Kim, intimidated by the sight of him, because they haven't had to spend more than five minutes in his company. 

Smug and conceited, with a perverse streak and confidence to spare. Actually no, it's barely even confidence. He is so unbelievably arrogant that to say he is confident would be the understatement of the century.

Yet.

You can't help but think as he points out again another miscalculation on your part, that maybe you got him a little wrong. Even if you do want to smack that smirk off his face.

Annoyed with him, yes. And reluctantly grateful too.

.

.

Fear and terror returns in full force when you see Goo in a fight one day.

Holding what looks like a plank of wood and mercilessly beating up a group of guys from a neighbouring school.

Expresion deranged as splashes of blood paints his uniform red. Splattering across his glasses and all over his hair.

Feeling a pair of eyes on him, he looks up and finds you watching him. Face white and body trembling. 

"Y/N?" he calls out and that causes you to snap to your senses, sprinting away in the opposite direction.

Shrugging off your reaction, Goo continues with his task at hand.

[assassinschaoticcreed]

What was Charles and Marie scariest/funniest/embarrassing moments with little Arno?

And same with he Auditore family, What was Giovanni and Maria scariest/funniest/embarrassing moments with little Ezio?

Charles & Marie with little Arno:

• they have found him on the roof of their manor, not once, not twice, but 15 times. the 15th time he was starting to get down right as they were about to yell at him. and he slipped, barely caught onto the edge of the roof. Marie fainted, Charles almost went into Cardiac Arrest, and Arno (safely) got down and ran over to his mother and sobbed. he thought she died and swore to her he'd never climb onto the roof again. (that lasted about a week and his little attention span forgot that promise. Marie was not pleased.)

• would wear Charles's assassin outfit and run around the house jumping on things and stabbed the pillows acting as if they were enemies. Charles thought this was adorable and impressed with his skills, Marie on the other hand was not impressed and was upset about her nice pillows being constantly ruined. so Charles ended up getting practice dummies and even had those fake blood pouches in them. Arno jumped off the couch and stabbed it in the neck, Marie walked into the room as Arno was standing up and seen him covered in blood not knowing it was from the practice dummy. both Charles and Arno ended up sleeping in the guest house after she found out it wasn't Arno's blood, and that the dummies are filled with fake blood. the dummies are no longer around and Arno is no longer allowed to pretend to assassinate his enemies.

• fun fact, Bellec has been calling Arno pisspot since he was little, he was also known as 'little shit' too. Arno thought this was a nickname of affection at first and called Charles a little shit during sparring, Charles had knocked Arno down and Arno replied "ow! dang it...you're lucky you're my dad you little shit." Charles was flabbergasted and asked Arno where he learned that word, when he replied Bellec Charles told Bellec to watch his language around Arno cause if Marie found out, there would be hell to pay. Marie & Arno were going out shopping for the afternoon and then going to meet up with Charles for dinner, Arno was waiting for his mother to be finished with getting ready and when she got done and came to get Arno to leave he said "finally! you're done, let's go piss pot" Marie did a [le gasp] and yelled at him for saying such a thing, ESPECIALLY to his mother. he told her how Bellec calls him that, and he thought it was out of love...Bellec did not make it out unscathed after Marie got done yelling at him.

• accidentally launched himself through a window while trying to jump from a tree branch onto the side of the house, trying to scale it to the roof. panicked and drew a picture of a window with a sunny background, thinking some how they'd think it was adorable enough to not get him into too much trouble. it worked on Charles but not Marie.

• after Arno finished his first ever mission, before hand he and Bellec made a bet, if Arno won Bellec would have to admit he was Bellecs best student, if Bellec won he had to pretend to either have died or lost an arm to scare Marie & Charles especially after how Arno got Bellec in trouble with Marie for the pisspot incident. Arno lost the bet. came home and his sleeve was sewn to imitate a missing arm (looked like how Malik has his sewn), Marie passed out and Charles almost had an anxiety attack. Arno felt terrible, but he managed to get out how he lost a bet and this was his end of the deal. Arno was on house arrest for a month. Bellec was in trouble from both Marie AND Charles, silent treatment was what he got after they yelled at him. it was a horrible month for both Arno & Bellec.

Giovanni & Maria with little Ezio:

• Giovanni was teaching Ezio how to climb and run on rooftops (much to Maria's dismay), he was so immersed in running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop that he didn't notice Ezio was no longer behind him until he heard "PADRE!!" and little sobs. ran to the sounds, come to find out he fell into a rooftop garden that had chickens in it. Trauma. Ezio kept glaring at Giovanni the entire walk home, and even during dinner. least to say, Ezio had trust issues with his father for awhile and only let Frederico teach him how to climb and run. still brings it up to Giovanni every now and then, he's petty af about it.

• Ezio wanted to join a beauty pagent with Claudia, Giovanni was puzzled but wasn't judging Ezio about it, Frederico was also confused but hypes Ezio up, Maria was thrilled Ezio wanted to do something with Claudia. in the end the judges said both Auditores are the winners since they couldn't decide, but neither Ezio or Claudia were having none of that. they both fought on stage in front of everyone, pulling each other's hair, scratching and biting. Giovanni & Maria literally had to buy both of them little matching trophies and tiaras, so neither were better than the other. thoroughly embarrassing at the time, but a funny and sweet memory to this day. (both Ezio & Claudia still have the trophies and tiaras too)

• Mario had come to visit his favorite nephew (yes, he's said it out loud in front of everyone and Ezio was smug about it with a shit eating grin) and had learned from Giovanni that Ezio had developed a fear of spiders. like with the chickens, Mario thought having Ezio face his fears head on would make it go away..he was sadly mistaken. he locked Ezio in a room that had spiders in it, all you could hear was screams, ugly sobbing and bangs/crashing noises. Maria got home later that night and ran to the room Ezio was locked in, let him out and looked into the room, there were charred areas in the room, furniture destroyed and flipped over, dead spiders on the floor and walls and it over all looked like a war zone while Ezio looked like he had just been through war itself. Mario was thrown out of the house and not allowed back for months, Giovanni sent Mario a list of what needed to be fixed and how much it would cost along with a letter from Ezio stating how angry he was at him and he demanded compensation for what he was put through. Ezio got what he wanted...as for Giovanni, that took longer to get what he wanted, Ezio was Mario's main priority.

• he too accidently broke a window trying to scale the house, but didn't even try to hide it. blamed Claudia, Claudia and Ezio got into a fight. Ezio got in trouble for not only breaking the window, blaming Claudia, fighting Claudia, but also during their little fight they broke one of Maria's favorite Vases. Ezio got more punishment than Claudia, but she wasn't off the hook. Maria told Claudia how she thought she would be more mature than Ezio. "you're not an idiota like your fratello Claudia, do better please." Ezio [le gasp] "MADRE! DID YOU CALL ME AN IDIOTA?!" "Si, I did. and I'll say it again if you didn't hear me clear enough Ezio--"

• Ezio saw a man with tattoos, thought they looked cool and wanted some. he got a permanent marker and drew a couple on his face and arms, one of the ones on his arm he spelled wrong and Claudia laughed so hard at him she teared up. Ezio was mad at her for laughing but more mad at himself for not being able to spell correctly, and since it was permanent marker it wasn't coming off easily. he gave in and went to Maria. Maria was not impressed, and to teach him a lesson she said it would never come off just like real tattoos. he cried. but she finally cleaned him up and told him to never do it again. she laughed and smiled then said "this is why I called you an idiota earlier Ezio. I still love you anyways though" Ezio pouted and responded "yeah yeah, but I'm your idiota madre" they both laughed and hugged it out. Giovanni didn't understand what was so interesting about tattoos, but was amused by the whole situation and LOVES to bring this up to him every now and then just as Ezio does with the rooftop garden incident.

[revryebread]

Chance Encounter in the Casino

The casino car is loud. Unbearably loud. Shadow has been pacing the aisles of slot machines dinging, the roulette tables where people are screaming, a cacophony of sound everywhere. All he’s looking for is someone with a red line on their face. A gold mask. He’s been told so little about the Apex, and trying to utilize any of that information is like trying to sate thirst in a desert. He scoffs to himself, watching another poor sap come up empty on a slot machine.

Shigeo is off with his friend. Audrey and Alphonse are busy. Trish is playing that card freak. He sighs. Free time does not become him. People say that idle hands are the devils work, and for someone as fast as Shadow those idle hands are torture. He wants to act. He wants to strike someone down. The last few cars have been rewarding this behavior, and it was wonderful. Combat with Shigeo, killing Diavolo, getting to destroy Black Doom. But now he’s here, and in this busy room there is nothing to do.

He sighs and makes his way to the elevator. The Cat- Samantha. She said there were upstairs, and each of them ostensibly have a room key. Might as well look around up there. The elevator lurches as it goes up, and he watches the casino stretch before him as he gets higher. Passengers and Denizens everywhere, having a good time. Shadow’s arms are folded infront of his chest and he turns away just as the elevator passes through the floor.

The elevator is illuminated by one light in the roof now, and a flash off light from LEDs in the elevator tunnel to convince you it’s still running. He stares down at the ground infront of him. It was blissfully quiet, but he still can’t feel comfortable. He fidgets and taps his fingers. Trish wants to go to the front of the train. He taps his foot as he considers it. The Conductor is there. The Conductor put us on this train.. He pushes one finger and then two into his arm, counting the points. Frowning, he taps his other arm. Unlikely to solve anything. We know what the numbers want. Could be the train runs on its own. Conductor simply directs it.

He sighs, head in his hands and begins to pace. Could hunt the Apex.  He nods to himself.  They’re causing trouble for the Denizens, and we can help them. The argument is obvious. Go forward for nothing or begin the hunt for immediate gain. He looks at his hand, the number sitting there. If we make this place better, it's a net good even if it doesn’t reduce our numbers. 

Ding!

He jolts when the elevator door opens, he was so lost in his head he didn’t feel the room slowing down and curses himself for it. Bad play. Could have been snuck up on. He steps out into the hotel and looks around. It’s mostly empty, he can see denizens cleaning some rooms, the sound of people talking muffled through a door. Shadow The Hedgehog looks down to his room card. 1015. He picks a hall and begins to walk.

His mind is still focused on the problem at hand, he doesn’t even see her coming. They immediately bounce off each other, crashing down. Shadow lets out a yelp of anger, his obstacle making a similar sound.

“Is it your first time walking, dummy? You have to watch where you’re going.” The girl across from him is wearing a black sweater with cat ears, and she looks pissed. Shadow scoffs and stands on his own, crossing his arms.

“We ran into each other. You're just as at fault.” He does a quick assessment of the girl. She’s got a number. Passenger. No visible weapon, but carrying herself with confidence. Threat. She’s short, like the rest of his friends. Ally for Audrey? Possibly. He focuses on her face now, and sees her eyes flash wide with recognition before fading back to her stern look. Hiding something.

“You’re Shadow the Hedgehog.” He hears her say, and he scoffs again. She glares at this. “Get that checked out, it makes you sound as bad as you look.” A sneer. 

Shadow rolls his eyes. “Name?” It’s her turn to scoff.

“I just said it, it’s Shadow. Is this one of your amnesiac episodes?” The words drip with something toxic, and the familiarity makes Shadow’s fur stand on edge. He doesn’t brush her off this time. “You know what I mean. Name.” 

She can tell she’s bothered him and smiles, mission accomplished. “Wouldn’t you like to know, shortstack? You don’t need my name. I’m busy.” She moves to push by him and he steps in front of her, causing her to flinch backwards, he glares at her sharply, eyes darting back down to her hand. Definitely the biggest number he’s seen.

“Alright cat. What do you know of the Apex?” The girl in the sweater is either too smart to flinch at that or a better liar than Shadow is giving her credit for. She shrugs. “In the grand scheme? I think it’s a game- one of those shooters. Don’t play it.” She has a smile- she’s fucking with him. Shadow growls. 

“The Apex on the train. The group. Do not toy with me.” He spits it out and she laughs. “Toy with you? But you’re so fun! Look at you, you’re like one of those little rabbits.” She smiles and leans in, hands on her knees to maximize how much she’s demeaning him. Shadow can feel his anger boiling up. He can hear the faint sounds of his team trying to calm him down in his head. It’s failing. He pushes past her, and when she tries to get in front of him he speeds up.

 “Nevermind.” 

He stomps past to his room, not looking back. “Entirely unpleasant. I hope you drown.” he puts up a middle finger behind him, feeling his number tick up as she jeers insults back at him. He consults his mental checklist. 

Threat. True. 

Liar. True. 

Passenger. True. 

I will not be introducing her to Audrey. She can do better.

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We're swimming in circles (and we're calling it love) - Waylon Jones x Reader

Summary: You notice that Waylon's skin has been causing him trouble, so you offer to help. Fluff. I didn't have a specific version of Waylon in mind writing this, though he is definitely inspired by his appearance in Batman #471: Requiem for a Killer.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None, really. Self-esteem issues? But that's sorta par for the course with Waylon

You had known since you had met Waylon that his unusual appearance was caused by a skin disorder. Even so, it didn't occur to you that it caused him any grief outside of aesthetics. That is, of course, until you moved in with him. Immediately thereafter, you started noticing how frequently he scratched at his arms, often without even realizing it.

You worried about him, naturally, but any time you asked if he was alright, he brushed it off. You didn't believe him for a second, of course, but it's hard to force an eight foot tall criminal to take care of himself.

The last straw, though, was when you were making breakfast one morning and he hugged you from behind. You smiled up at him, leaning into his chest with a contented sigh, before the domestic bliss was suddenly cut short by a horrified squawk.

"Waylon!" you scolded, eyes widening as you saw smears of red on your shirt, "You're bleeding!"

You turned to face him, and he looked at your stained shirt with wide eyes. "Shit- I didn't know- Look, I'm real sorry, I'll clean it-"

"I'm not worried about the shirt, dummy!" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, trying to look as intimidating as you could manage while having to look up at him. "I'm worried about you! Doesn't it hurt?!"

Waylon looked between you and his own arms dumbly, unsure of how to respond. Eventually, he managed a lame, "I done told you, I got a skin problem…"

You took a deep breath. It wasn't his fault, you reminded yourself. He's never cared about his own well-being before, and it's a learning curve.

"Look. There's nothing we can do while it's bleeding but try to keep it from getting infected. But once it's scabbed over, I'm getting you a goddamn lotion, okay?"

Waylon bristled and barked out a bitter laugh. "Oh, sweetheart… It'll take more than a lotion to fix this." He gestured to his body in thinly veiled disgust.

"Waylon, you know damn well that's not what I meant!"

Waylon hesitated, and you realized then that… maybe he didn't. Well… maybe you could kill two birds with one stone, then.

A few days passed before his elbows had healed enough for you to not worry about getting them infected. It was time.

Gently, you guided him to the couch and had him sit down, smiling encouragingly as he looked at you with an anxiously furrowed brow.

"Relax, Waylon," you said softly as you squeezed some cream into your hand, "I've got you."

You smiled and slowly began to rub the lotion into his rough skin, starting with his hands, then slowly working your way up his wrists. His muscles were still drawn up so tightly it seemed they might snap. When he was still just as tense by the time you reached his elbows, you looked up at his face and frowned. His eyes were glazed over, as though seeing right through you, and pinpoints of blood were forming on his lip under the force of sharp teeth.

"Hey…" You let go of his arms and cupped his face gingerly in your hands. "Waylon, look at me. Come back to me, okay?"

This sort of thing wasn't uncommon.. Waylon was so unused to being in a relationship, to being loved in general, that he would get stuck in his head when he didn't know how to process what was happening to him.

Slowly, his eyes focused on you once again and a sigh rumbled in his chest.

"You don't gotta do this," he said, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

You tsk at that and place a small kiss on his forehead, making him smile despite himself.

"Of course I don't. But I love you and I don't like seeing you in pain."

"I know, but…" Waylon was looking at anything but you. "I know my skin ain't too nice to touch. I don't want you… y'know…"

His voice trailed off and threw his head back with a defeated groan. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Let me guess, you think I must surely be disgusted by your skin, and touching you is an ordeal that I'm forcing myself to tolerate for your sake?"

"You gonna tell me it's not?"

"Waylon!" You lifted his face towards your gaze a little more forcefully. "Look at me. Do I look disgusted to you? Do I look like I'm putting myself through something awful?"

"Well… no, but-"

"But nothing." Your hands moved back to his arms, beginning to gently rub his bumpy skin once again. "I love every part of you."

You brought a scaly hand to your lips and pressed tender, feather-light kisses along his knuckles, between his thumb and forefinger, and followed the mount of Venus down to his wrist. His hand was trembling slightly beneath your lips, and when you looked back up at his face, he was blinking rapidly and his lips were pressed tight together. You sighed and worked your hands upwards, rubbing lotion into his upper arms and then his shoulders. You could hear slight sniffles coming from above you, but you knew better than to point them out.

"It's amazing, really," you said breathily, half to yourself as you jumped down to his knees, carefully working around the bloody cracks that had formed from lack of care, "You're so strong, you could probably snap me like a twig if you wanted, but-"

"But I don't want!" Waylon interjected, panic swelling in his chest all over again, "I'd never-"

"-but," you continued patiently, "you can be so gentle. You hold me like I'm made of glass. Always making me feel so safe…"

That did the trick. You felt Waylon's whole body shudder beneath you as he finally relaxed fully. You smiled and worked your way down his shins before deciding that was enough for now. Besides, you were pretty sure that if you went for too much longer, you'd be faced with a very different type of tension. You tucked that tidbit away for a future evening, but for now, you settled next to Waylon on the couch and rested your head on his shoulder. Half in a daze, his arms found their way around you and he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"You doing okay, baby?" you asked gently, rubbing slow circles on his back. His shoulders hitched in a tiny, silent sob before he answered.

"I'm… I'm more than okay." You could feel his smile against your skin. "Dunno what I ever did to deserve you, is all. But… now I got you, I ain't never letting go."