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thewulf · 2 years ago

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Fool || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Can you write something about hangman x pilot!reader? also make it super fluffy? not a specific request I know, but I've having trouble finding new things to read. thank you!!

A/N: Okay! This was a BLAST to write! TY for the request!! Love my main man. This turned out way more angsty and spicy(ish) than I imagined but I think you'll love it. Let me know your thoughts!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4.2k +

“You can’t be fucking serious Seresin.” You nearly growled as you watched Hangman roll to the right after you expressly told him not to fucking roll to the right. He was supposed to stay straight ahead and head back to the aircraft carrier. But did he listen? No, he did not. His stupid big ass cocky brain would never take any advice. Soon enough it could cost him his life. One of these days it could really hurt him.

You heard him laugh. Laugh! The balls on that man were something else, “Don’t worry Wolfie. I’ll be just fine.”

You shook your head following as closely behind as you could. You heard your WSO, Beamer, curse behind you as you pressed your jet on further, faster. She could do it. You knew her limits. It’s what Maverick trained you for. You were built for this. Ready for this.

“What’s wrong?” You continued looking for Hangman, but he was going just as fast as you were.

“Bogies ahead. Six o’clock. Two of them.” Beamer shouted from behind you spotting something on the radar.

“I don’t think they’re friendly Beamer. Fuck, Hangman, did you copy?” You gunned it trying your hardest to catch up, but the motherfucker had other plans.

“What’s that?” You could practically hear the smirk dripping off his face with that comment alone. It took everything in your not to scream at the idiot of a man. You needed to get the hell over there to help him, but he was moving so god damn fast in the other direction. You’d never be able to catch him. Faster it was.

“Not friendly! Bandits! Six and eight Hangman!” Beamer shouted back in just as much frustration you seemed to be in. He didn’t have a back seater letting him know when objects were incoming. He was flying into what looked to be a trap.

“Shit.” You heard a pause before all hell broke loose on his end, “Wolf, got one on my ass.” He grunted.

“I’m on my way.” Panic rose through your chest, but you couldn’t freak out. Not yet anyway. This is when you needed to relax. Focus on the problem. The bandits. You needed to take the bastard that was following Hangman out. Calm down. Slow your heartbeat. Speed up. You could do this.

“Beamer, where are they?” You asked seemingly losing sight of them once you made it through the cloud bank. Where in the hell was that second bandit?

“20 degrees to your left, now!” He answered quickly forcing you to divert left. You dove seeing the planes up ahead. F-18 vs F-18 Super Hornet, it was up to the best pilot now. You gulped kicking up your speed even faster. Ignoring the grunt of your WSO you knew he was likely being flown into something bad. Hurry Wolf. Hurry. You pressed forward even faster. 690 knots ticketed upwards of 700 knots. You were blazing through the atmosphere. It was a damn good thing he was flying low, or you wouldn’t have been able to catch up.

710 knots. That was officially the fast you’ve ever flown. It didn’t seem like enough though. Like you weren’t going to make it soon enough.

“Hangman! Bank right 45 degrees.” You yelled knowing it’d give you a little more of a chance to catch up.

Thank God he actually fucking listened to you this time. His jet turned forcing the other F-18 to overshoot a bit. You knew the plan and had already been banking giving you the perfect shot on the enemy jet.

“Lock on Beamer!” You were yelling at your wizzo now. Sweat poured down your face as you maneuvered into a better position to help him lock onto the clueless pilot.

"Target locked!" He pressed on the second you heard the lock sound.

“Firing missiles.” As quickly as he spoke your hands were hitting the joy sticks. One second. Two. Three and then four.

“Target hit!” Beamer yelled out in joy seeing one of the missiles land dead on. You let out a sigh of relief seeing the other pilot was able to eject on time. As fucked up as everything was you never wanted to take a life. You’d always prayed they’d make it out in time. You’ve taken three jets down now. Tied with Jake. You saw two eject. You pretended the third did.

The celebration didn’t last for too long when you heard your jet being locked on, “Fuck.” You grumbled immediately heading for a nosedive. There was that second bandit. In hindsight you probably should’ve took your jet straight up, not down. You didn’t have much air space left to utilize at such a low altitude.

“Wolfie! 30 degrees to your right.” Hangman didn’t elaborate any further.

You had to trust him. That was rule number one in the field. Always trust your wingman and vice versa. Listening to him you punched it after leveling out and turning your joystick to the right.

“Shit, missed the shot.” Hangman grumbled, “Keep flying, I’ll come back around.”

“Hang on.” You spoke to Beamer after hearing his miss. Pressing the throttle all the way forward you nearly stalled the engines that were starving for the oxygen rich air.

“What are you doing?” Your WSO nearly gasped hearing almost every alarm on the jet ring simultaneously. You were going to starve the fucking engines if you didn’t move soon.

You smiled knowing this move was saved for very special occasions, “A move Maverick taught me.”

“Oh Christ.” He closed his eyes knowing whatever was about to happen wouldn’t be good for him. You were probably going to bend the damn air frame or something crazy like that. Mav tried to teach everybody. You were just one of the few who actually tried his bat shit insane moves.

“Relax B.” You grinned punching it once you saw the enemy jet fly by you.

“I’m going to throw up.” You could hear the sarcasm on his voice. He grunted as his butt hit the seat after floating for far too long.

You laughed pushing your jet once again. 620 knots. 630. 640. Come on baby. Let’s get moving.

“You’re about as well trained as Hangman up here. Puking over a little g-force?” You snickered to yourself knowing you could gut punch the both of them. Two birds one stone or whatever they say.

“Hey!” You heard both of them shout in unison. Men. They were just too fucking easy.

690 knots. 700. You heard Beamer groan from the back seat. You were really putting him through it on this mission weren’t you? A little bit more and you’d be able to shoot that jet down too. 710.

The smile adorning your face probably looked maniacal. But you didn’t care. You entered into another zone when you were in the air. It was kill or be killed in the air. Notably when you were in a dogfight. The odds were even higher.

“Target locked!”

You barely heard your wizzo before you fired for the jet ahead.

“Target hit!” He yelled in triumph. You slowed down before making a turn looking for a parachute. For anything. Kill number four. Ahead of Jake. One behind Mav. Two kills in one run. That was pretty damn remarkable. You heard muffled cheers in your ears but didn’t see a parachute. Four kills. Two chutes. Two nothings. Did that make you a killer?

“What the fuck was that?” You tossed your helmet to the side walking towards him. Charging towards him really. He just got you so damn worked up. The fucking idiot he was. A dumb arrogant idiot asshole. Now, you just needed to say it to his face.

He cocked his head to the side, “Thought I had him.” A slow smile spreading over his face seeing you so worked up.

You would’ve loved to punch him square in the nose, but you were on the carrier. In the middle of the ocean. That was the dumbest thing you could probably do. You weren’t even looking for a fucking thanks. Just an apology would be nice, “You’re such a…” You scrunched your nose up once you got to him. He was taller than you, by a lot. Still didn’t intimidate you. But you had to look up to him, quite literally.

His smirk grew, “Yes, doll? I’m a what?”

Shaking your head your pointed your finger right as his chest, “Fool. Jake Seresin. You’re such a damn fool.” You nearly hissed before spun around walking back for your helmet. You’d probably need to get that checked out. You threw it down pretty hard in your fit of rage.

In all your time working with him had you been so angry with the man. Hell, you’d even respected him a tad before this mission. The two of you were never close but you seemed to work well together, train well together. You knew his type and you were able to deal with it.

“Hey there! Slow down.” He grabbed your arm gently before your yanked it right back from him, “Have you been watching those sappy love drama movies? What’s it called? Pride and something? Fool. Who says that?” You felt the blood inside you boiling now. He really knew how to push it.

Giving him an almost bewildered look, you answered him, “Can you take anything seriously?” It was evident you were more than angry now. He knew he needed to tone down the jokes.

He put his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry then.” He didn’t look sorry. Words meant nothing to you. Words were useless without action. Pointless. Words got people killed. Actions did too but words always stung worse.

You shook your head not accepting his apology, “For what Hangman? What are you actually sorry for?” It wasn’t the anger that got to him it was the sheer look of disappointment that crossed your eyes that made him reevaluate everything.

“I’m sorry you got chased.” He sounded unsure of his reply. Like he didn’t really know what he was apologizing for. Did he? Did he know why you were so upset? He didn’t. He didn’t have a clue.

You rolled your eyes before walking away again. You had to give him a bit of credit though, he sure kept tying, “You just don’t get it.” You sighed walking towards the locker rooms. At least there you’d get a reprieve from the arrogant man.

He panicked and followed you, “Get what?”

You stopped dead in your tracks. You weren’t like the other guys in your squadron. You loved flying but you hated killing. Hated the thought of taking somebody away from their families. It hurt you. Destroyed you. You thought about leaving for just that reason. And today? You’d probably killed a man or woman. Maybe even two. You never actually knew. And it was for nothing. It shouldn’t have happened. If he would’ve just listened to you the bandits wouldn’t have even spotted you. All that for naught.

“You think I like taking jets down? Killing people? Do you seriously think that I find enjoyment out of that? It makes me sick when I have to do things like that. That could’ve been somebodies dad. Somebodies daughter. Who the fuck knows Jake? I don’t. I never will. And now they’re just gone?” You were whisper shouting now. You’d never admitted anything like this to anybody. Not even your family. No therapist, military or civilian knew either. They didn’t need to know. So, you didn’t tell them. Not a soul, “If you just would have fucking listened to me I wouldn’t have had to do that!” Your voice was shaky now as you took off for the locker rooms. Tears on the edge of spilling over. You peered around thankful nobody was in ear shot. It was never a good thing to cry at work. You had like fifteen minutes before you had to report back for debrief. Fifteen minutes to get it the fuck together.

Jake just stood there as you dashed away. He could’ve followed but he knew you needed your space. You looked so hurt. So betrayed. He walked over to the locker room waiting for you to come out. You had to come out at some point.

He grabbed you when you walked out of the locker room. Your allowed yourself to cry for a few moments before you snapped it back together. You just hoped it didn’t show in your eyes.

It did. Jake saw it through your tear stained cheeks and your red rimmed eyes. He frowned feeling awful, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I… I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly.” You refused to look at him. You were still upset. You’d be upset for a little bit before you’d shake it off. It’s not like you had a choice. You’d have to fly with him again. You would have to figure this out at some point.

He looked down hearing the icy snap coming from you. You weren’t usually so forward with your emotions. Usually, you were cool calm and collected one. The one that fell in line. The one who knew her place was limited as a woman, and she needed to be strategic about it.

“Either say something or let me go. We’ve got a debriefing to get to.”

He snapped out of it, “They’ll wait on us, come on.” He took your hand without a second thought guiding you to the side of the carrier. He was smart, not many people came over here. There was a very low chance of getting caught back here. You let him guide you without much thought. You were afraid to admit how much his touch had an effect on you. It felt like there was a fire ignited in your fingertips creeping up your arm.

You didn’t want to admit that’s also why you were so worked up. You didn’t know how to tell the man that you had a rather large crush on him. How you wanted to be the one he flirted with at the bars. How you wanted to be the one he was so dead set on kissing at the end of the night. Who he got to take home. You wanted it. You and only you.

Only problem is you were you. You were one of the dudes. Wolfie. You’d gotten your call sign because you were all bark and all bite. You followed through. Tough as a wolf backed against a wall. You were flattered, truly. But it made you a guy. Not a girl. Not somebody he would think of. You’d probably be better off if you just cut it off altogether with Navy men and went for a civ guy. It’d be easier. Less games.

His expression softened seeing you in the anxious state you were in. You really didn’t like conflict. You didn’t enjoy being mad at people. You were a simple girl who liked resolution. It wasn’t like you get so angry, “Look, Y/N…” He sighed. He wasn’t good at this either. Sure, Hangman was a persona but owning up to mistakes that could’ve cost you your life? That was tough.

“I fucked up Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that. I overestimated my abilities. I could’ve gotten you hurt. I could’ve gotten shot down. It was dumb. And I put you in an awful spot. I’m so sorry. Truly.” He rambled off quickly.

Your eyes narrowed as your searched for any sort of sarcasm, “You mean it?”

He nodded his head looking away from you, “Yeah. I messed up.”

Unfolding your arms from your chest you gave him a curt nod, “Okay.”

“Okay?” He looked at you with a newfound hope in his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. It’s fine. Don’t do it again you dumb arrogant asshole.” A small smile crept over your lips letting him know you were just teasing. There was some hint of truth there though. He was a dumb arrogant asshole in that moment.

He pulled you into a hug. One that was different than the normal ones he gave you. This one was more meaningful. More thoughtful. He squeezed you a little bit tighter than he ever had before. Pulled you into his chest just a touch harder. He held you a little bit longer than usual.

“Thank you for saving my ass.” He whispered once he let you go from his embrace.

“I got your back. Any day. Any night. You know that Seresin.”

He nodding pulling you back in. How had he not seen it before? How had he not seen the treasure that you were right in front of his face. God, you were striking. You were everything he needed in a life partner. You were incredibly smart, so self-assured, beautiful beyond words, wittier than he could ever imagine, made him smile when he needed it, knew the right words too say… he was a dumb arrogant asshole. He liked you. Hell, he might’ve already fallen in love with you without even realizing it.

“Seeing that bandit chase you down was awful. And then when I missed… I’m so sorry. I failed you in every way.” You’d never heard Jake so sincere. Never heard him admit to so many fuck ups. It made you feel things you hadn’t ever before for him. Like he wasn’t just that fucking dickhead persona. There might’ve been a decent human being under the character you were sure he was playing.

You shrugged. Trying to play it off. You were never scared. You were determined to be the best in that moment. You had to be the best in that moment, or it could be you at the bottom of the ocean. A shiver ripped down your spine at the thought. It hit you sometimes just how damn dangerous your job was.

“It’s fine. Just listen next time? Okay?” It felt like for once you were actually getting through to the man. It’d been so surface level in the half a year you’d been stationed with him. This was a surprise, a pleasant one though.

“You got it Wolfie.” He smiled letting his hand drop from your shoulder. You really liked how it felt there. Not that you’d admit it.

“Let’s go. We gotta go get our asses chewed out by Cyclone.” You sighed not looking forward to it. It was supposed to be a simple bombing. Get it and get out. Clearly, that didn’t happen and now he probably had to do a lot more paperwork than he was expecting. Shooting down two enemy fighter jets was more serious than you would think. You were surely going to get interviewed over it.

“Don’t worry doll. I’ll take the heat.” He pushed you forward by placing his fingertips to the small of your back. You thanked your lucky stars you were in your flight suit, and he couldn’t see sheer amount of goosebumps that exploded across your body from his touch. God, how embarrassing. He didn’t even have to try, and you were already weak.

“You better. It was your fault after all.” You countered feeling more and more like yourself as you talked it out with Jake. This was the guy you had a mad crush on. Jake. Not Hangman. Jake Seresin, the cowboy from Texas.

He shook his head with a growing smile on his face, “You’re lucky you’re cute.” It slipped out so quickly Jake wasn’t sure if he actually said it. But there it was. It was out there now. You had to have known how adorable he really found you.

Your head whipped around quickly giving him your own version of a smirk, “You think?”

He had a choice. Play it off or go all in. He had hardly thought this was how his day was going to go. He didn’t even know he really liked you like that earlier this morning. Now here he was ready to admit to it? What in the hell was even happening? But who was he kidding? He’d be flat out lying to deny it. He wasn’t a liar.

“Know so.” He shot you a wink before grabbing a loop on your flight suit to keep you on pace with him. Fuck it. He’d decided he was going all in on you now. Might as well step his flirting game up with you while he was at it.

You were so shocked by his admission you hadn’t even realized the smooth ass move he pulled by literally pulling you along with him. The move was so confident you were practically on your knees already. He looked over seeing your dazed expression.

His deep chuckle brought you back to the present, “What’s the matter darlin’? Cat got your tongue?” He dropped his hand from the loop so close your chest.

You didn’t drop your eyes from his hand that had pulled you along with him, “No. Just thinking.”

“What about?” He raised his eyebrows challenging you. He was clearly feeling a whole lot better. He was laying it on thick.

“Work.” It wasn’t a lie. He was work. He was all you were able to think about.

He smirked as he knowingly brushed his hand along yours. God he was a pro. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, “Sure doll. I think you’re lying though. You were thinking about me.”

You shook your head quickly not daring to draw your hand away, “In your dreams Seresin.”

He ran his index finger along your pinky, taking any touch he could get, “What if I told you I dreamed about you last night?”

“Shut up.” You didn’t believe him as you pressed on.

“Got me thinking about you doll.” His long strides kept pace with your quicker shorter ones. He wasn’t letting you walk away from this one. Lucky for him it was at least a ten-minute walk to the captains office where you’d debrief. Plenty of time to get you admitting some feelings he knew you had. Not with those emotions he’d seen earlier.

“I said shut up Jake.” Rolling your eyes, you willed yourself to get to the captains office faster. He was so much taller it didn’t matter. You could be sprinting, and he’d still be right by your side.

He ignored you, “Thinking about how smart you are. How often you kick my ass. How often you save my ass.” His eyes lingered in your at that last statement.

“What are you doing?” You stopped looking at him desperately. What was he doing? Was he going to blow this whole nonexistent relationship up? It’s not like you were the best of friends to begin with. Casual acquaintances. Training enemies. Mission buddies who were far more successful than not. The two of you were dancing on something that was hardly even there.

He shrugged, “Telling you the truth.”

“Why?” You took a step back boxing yourself against the wall.

“Why not?” He took a step closer pinning you against the wall placing either hand next to your face. It was so silent you could’ve sworn he could hear the gulp you took trying to regain some composure. What in the hell was even happening right now? Sure, you’d been crushing on him for what feels like just as long as you’ve known him there’d been no sort of indication he’d had any inkling of interest.

“Anyway,” He only grinned seeing your face. You looked starstruck. Like you couldn’t believe what he was doing. Hell, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. He hadn’t even really properly thought it through. But he good feeling about it. A really fucking good feeling about it, “As I was saying. I was thinking about how fucking pretty you really are. Especially when you wear that yellow sundress. You’re a vision, Y/N.” He was so close. So, so close.

Your head spun with his scent and that admission. He smelled so fucking good. A mix of wood and cinnamon. It mixed with his natural musk oh so well. If you weren’t in the middle of the open you’d probably jump right on him intending to rip that suit right off of him. But you couldn’t those thoughts right now. Not when you were about to get your head chewed off. You were ten minutes late already. That was already a hole you had begun to dig yourself.

You looked from one of his eyes to the next. The overwhelming feeling to lean up and kiss his him was starting to take hold. What in the hell was the matter with you?

“Didn’t your momma teach you that lying’s bad?” You whispered. It was a way to ask for confirmation without straight up asking for it. A way for him to deny it for the lie it was.

He shook his head quickly, “I never lie. ‘Specially not to you doll face.”

Your mouth dried slightly. Your lips parted to respond before they closed. Cat really did get your tongue now, “Thank you, Jake.” You could hardly hear your whisper. But he sure did.

“Anytime darlin’. Now let’s go. Get this shit over with.” He took your hand in his once more. He wasn’t planning on dropping it until he got to that door.

He watched as you walked in. Fool. That’s exactly what he was. He was a damned fool not to see you right there in front of him. But he knew one thing. He wouldn’t let you slip away now that he knew what he had. You. He planned to make you the fool’s girlfriend soon. Very, very soon.

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poetrythathurtsmysoul · 6 months ago

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Mickey Milkovich might be a damn good cop. He might be thorough, determined, and ruthless. But he was also the most annoying, rude, and cocky bastard that Jim had ever met. On the Milkovich's first day, he'd snapped at Jim (shouting "shut it or I'll stuff your own dick down your throat" when Jim had only been trying to be nice), and been cautioned by the captain for his lazy attitude towards the paperwork.

The point, Jim muses while watching Milkovich aggressively slam a door, was that he had managed to gain a reputation. Jim was also partial to a bit of gossip by the water cooler, so he knew that wasn't the reason Milkovich had become the talk of the station recently. According to Paula, Mickey Milkovich had mentioned a 'partner' casually in conversation with one of the mentally ill prisoners. Probably bipolar. Another strange habit of Milkovich's that they had picked up on was his gravitation to the bipolar cases if they ever brought them in.

Anyway, no one had ever before dreamt of uttering the words 'Mickey Milkovich' and 'girlfriend' in the same sentence before. The idea of him loving someone – him being gentle or dropping the hard act to (god-forbid) be vulnerable – well, it's laughable. Besides, in the four years the gruff guy had worked here, he had never mentioned this elusive 'partner'. In fact, he had never said anything about his homelife if he could help it.

Paula had stopped by his desk to further discuss the matter.

"D'you reckon he met her recently? Or have they been together this whole time, and he's only just mentioning her now? I thought it must be long-term cause he said 'partner' and not just girlfriend but—" she paused to shrug, "who knows?"

Jim only raised his eyebrows.

"Oh! And we've got a couple of EMTs on the way with some psycho that stabbed a guy. Apparently, she did it cause there were demons or something... but I don't know. The cap wants you and Milkovich to handle it."

Jim rolled his eyes. "Great. Just what I always wanted. To be all buddy-buddy with Milkovich while a couple of failed doctors hang around."

"Whose a failed doctor?" A dangerous voice growled.

Jim was saved from answering by the loud arrival of the aforementioned psycho and EMTs. He was not so secretly thankful as their arrival may have just saved his life.

There were two EMTs holding the arms of a lady who was screaming and crying. Seemingly, the only reason she was thrashing about also, was the guy on her right side. The soothing words emanating from the man would be enough to make any loon swoon. He was tall and calm, and even though he was ginger, if Jim had to pick a guy, it would be this guy. Zero hesitation.

As he got closer, leading the woman to the chair Jim had only just vacated, Jim noticed his eyes. A vibrant green that seemed to sparkle. Milkovich laid a hand on the gingers back – Ian, his name tag read – as if guiding him to the seat. For some reason, Jim's eyes tracked the movement.

It wasn't particularly out of the ordinary for Milkovich. He knew how to turn on the charm when he had to. But perhaps the tension in his shoulders had eased. Perhaps Milkovich's scowl wasn't so permanently etched.

Or perhaps Jim was reading too much into it. They had a job to do.

But Milkovich and Ian seemed to make a rather good team. With a united front presented, they had a confession and a much calmer assailant within ten minutes. And all Jim and the other EMT had really done was sit there.

Still, nothing unusual occurred. And yet, floating around persistently in Jim's mind, the image of Milkovich's hand on Ian's back. Perhaps lower than it would be if the men were strangers... but no, Jim was not going to follow that train of thought.

When the EMTs had left, Milkovich supposedly yet to return from walking them out, the chatter broke out.

"Did you see the ass on the ginger guy!" Paula giggled excitedly, another woman nodding along.

A rather unpleasant, stout man snorted. "Please. Twink's totally gay."

"Some twink, huh? That all you think he is?"

Ah. Milkovich hath returned. And so, it seems, has his wrath.

The stout man looked uneasy now, and he wasn't the only one. The captain came out of his office, eyeing Milkovich warily.

"Well?" Prompted Milkovich.

"Hey, er... I forgot my... bag." Ian's voice trailed off as he rushed back in, green eyes taking in the scene before him.

Paula let out a sound as if she'd uncovered the world's worst kept secret. Milkovich did not move.

"Call him a twink again." Milkovich's voice was low now. Quiet. Demanding. Jim preferred the threats.

"What's—" began Ian but cut himself off as the stout man began to rise. He walked right up to the ginger so that his eyes were only inches away from the others nose, and he looked up at him to spit:

"Twink!"

For a split second, there was no movement aside from a look of annoyed realisation crossing Ian's face. Then Milkovich was flying.

He punched the stout guy, yelling as he did so. Jim, Paula, the Captain, everyone just stood by and watched while Milkovich began to pummel the shit out of him.

Except Ian.

"Mick! Mickey. Mickey, stop, please!" He cried as he tugged on Milkovich's arms – desperately trying to pull him back enough to be able to restrain him.

"Leave it, gallagher!" Milkovich growled, eyes trained on the other man's slumping form.

"No! No. Look at me. Look at me, Mickey! You've made your point, okay? Okay? It's not that big of a deal."

"It is that big of a deal, Firecrotch." But he relaxed in Ian's grip nonetheless.

With Ian successfully deescalating the situation, the Captain quickly made everyone give them space. In their own world, they didn't seem to notice. Ian was still muttering things to Mickey (green eyes boring into blue) when Paula sauntered up, looking smug.

"So," she started, looking back and forth between them both. Milkovich still looked ready to snap at any moment.

"When did you two start dating?"

Many heads swivelled in their direction. Milkovich, of course, glared at them all.

Ian rolled his eyes good-naturedly, "A little over four years. We were teenagers when we... met."

Jim and Paula shared a glance before he dared to ask, "Why the hesitation?"

'Firecrotch' smiled uneasily.

"We'd sorta been aware of each other before that. We grew up near each other."

He looked at his boyfriend for help.

He just shrugged. "Couple weeks before that, I wanted to kill him cause my baby sister lied about summat he did after he rejected her."

And then, as if this whole situation hadn't brought about more questions than it had answered, he called out "aight boss, I'm leaving early."

Then he slung Ian's EMT bag over his shoulder and walked out.

Jim's dull eyes caught sight of vibrant green before the ginger shrugged and trailed after his boyfriend like the puppy he probably was in some other universe. No guesses what the gossip at the water cooler would all be about the next day. Damn.

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righoul · 2 years ago

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Oh Honey, I'm the Big, Bad Wolf / Wolverine x Reader (18+ only)

Pairing: Logan (Wolverine) x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, rough sex, creampie, missionary position, doggy style, roleplay, biting, ass grabbing

Word count: 2.3k

Synopsis: I wanted to try and write a Wolverine x Reader, but would it sound hot if Logan poses as the Big, Bad Wolf? Anyways, enjoy 😊

You have been trekking these snowy mountains for so long you have lost track of time. The sun was starting to set, and it would be dark very soon if you don’t find shelter. These Canadian mountains aren’t too kind to those who don’t know their way, and the winter is just as harsh at night.

“Damn it.” You whined. “I don’t have enough time.”

“Ya lost out here, Red?”

You gasped as you heard a deep voice rumbled behind you. You turned around to see a man that is wearing only jeans, a wife beater, a flannel shirt, and a pair of boots. You took in his features. He’s tall and very broad around the shoulders. His hair is a dark brown, kind of shaggy looking but it’s well kept. He also had some unusual facial hair, something that you would see in a Civil War photograph. But what really strike you was his hazel eyes. He is very intimidating, but you thought of him to be handsome. At first, you were confused at the nickname that he gave you but then you remembered, you were wearing your maroon velvet trench coat.

“God, you scared me!” You gasped.

He let out a chuckle, “Sorry about that, darlin’. Why are ya out here all by yourself? It’s about to get dark.”

“I know. I was trying to find my relative’s home, but I seem to lose my way.”

The stranger looked around us and stared back at you. He rose an eyebrow at you.

“There’s not a single house around these parts beside mine.”

You crossed your arms at your chest. You straightened your back and you felt like you grew at least a few inches. “As you can see, I’m not from here.”

“I can tell, sweetheart.”

You wanted to sneer at him, but you didn’t have a whole lot of time out here. Winters are brutal in Canada.

“Can I at least get some shelter, please? I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”

“Alright, follow me.”

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After hiking through the snow, the sun just now made it to sundown, and you arrived at the stranger’s home. Your mother always warned you about going into stranger’s houses since you were a child. Ever since you’ve been going to do errands and making trips to your grandmother’s house. But this is the one exception that you can make. The stranger unlocked his door to his cabin and opened the door wide open.

“Ladies first.” He smirked.

You wanted to smack that stupid look on his face so badly just for being a cocky bastard and you also wanted to kick yourself for letting his charms get to you. You were feeling like a schoolgirl around this man, for God’s sake!

“Thank you. You have a lovely home here.”

You peeled off your trench coat and hung it on a coat rack by the door. You rubbed your arms, trying to gain some warmth. You were wearing an oversized sweater that had a v shaped on the back and the front, and it was coming off both your shoulders. The stranger was trying not to peek at your front since he can about see your cleavage. You took noticed at it, so you rest your arms at your chest.

He cleared his throat and asked, “Ya hungry?”

“Yes, I’m starving!” You beamed.

You followed him to the kitchen, and as if on cue, the soup that was sitting on the stove was ready. He fixed up both of your bowls and placed it on the table. You sat across from him and dug into your nice, warm meal. The stranger took in your features. He had to admit, you were very pretty. You had curves in all the right places and the way that you placed your hair on one side gave him a bird’s eye view of your impeccable neck. He licked his lips just thinking about placing bruises and love bites on that neck and other places as well. His pants were starting to feel too tight for his liking, but he had to take his time with her.

“I never got to know your name.” You spoke after a moment of silence.

“Logan. The name’s Logan.” He gruffed.

“Logan.” You mumbled to yourself.

He liked his name being rolled off your tongue. Almost as if it was second nature to you. He could feel his bulge pressing hard against his denim jeans and it was killing him. Not yet, he thought to himself. You leaned down to eat the last bit of your meal. As you did, Logan timed it perfectly to see the tops of your breast, noticing that you were not wearing a bra. If he keeps this up, he might explode. Just a little longer. If even though he doesn’t know it, you couldn’t help but lifted your eyes up as you saw Logan getting front row tickets to see over your sweater front. You slowly got up as you both finished your bowls.

“I’ll go ahead and do the dishes.”

“Wait. You’re a guest, I should do it. Make yourself at home.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

You walked over to the sink and began cleaning. Logan followed you. He grabbed your waist and turned you around to look at him. You let out an audible gasp, but Logan for once ignored the tightness of his jeans. You start to feel the wetness between your legs, and you were sure Logan got a whiff of it. He cocked his smile, showing his canines. He knew he had you in his traps.

“I don’t know what game you’re playin’ here, but I’m starting to lose patience.” He grumbled.

You raised your eyebrow at him and sneered, “I caught you twice looking at my breast and I’m the one playing games?”

Logan grabbed your face and leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Y’know, that mouth of yours is gonna get ya a whole lot of trouble if ya keep that up.”

Now, you were testing him. By not pushing this guy’s buttons too much, you apologized like a scolded child.

“Atta girl.”

Logan let go of your cheeks and you couldn’t help but rubbed your face from how hard he was holding it. You peered up at him through your lustful lashes. You decided not to fuel the fire and walked past him as you were about to grab your coat.

“Thanks for the meal, but I should get g—.”

As you turned to face your host, he slammed his hand on the door right next to your head. You were surprised by the action, and you looked up at him.

“The weather is still bad out there, sweetheart.” Logan said, barely above a whisper.

“I’ll take my chances.” You challenged.

Logan leaned towards your face and was staring straight to your soul.

“I never noticed how dark your eyes got till since now.” I whimpered.

“Maybe ya were starting to piss me off with your stubbornness.”

You tried to swallow down your fears, but Logan knows you were not hiding it very well. God, why did he have to sound so hot?

“And your hands are so big.”

“All the more to grab on.”

Logan took his other hand and gave your ass a good slap following with a firm squeeze. You let out a moaning gasp and before you realized it, you covered your mouth hoping he didn’t hear it. Oh, he heard it alright. And how it sounded like music to him. He wanted to hear more from you. He was starting to enjoy toying with his little plaything. Logan leaned down, breathing into your neck.

“God, I could do so much to ya right now. Ya couldn’t even imagine.”

For once, you were at a loss of words. Logan took noticed of it and peer up at you.

“Cat got your tongue, doll?”

“Please.” You whispered.

“Please, what?” Logan taunting you.

To kiss you already? Take you here in front of the fireplace? Let you go? Your head was spinning. You didn’t know what you want. Logan was focusing back to the area where your shoulder was meeting your neck and was placing small pecks. Your knees were starting to grow weak, and you were breathing heavy. He then began to lightly scrap your neck with his teeth, but his sharp canines got the best of him.

“What sharp teeth you have.” You moaned.

You could feel Logan’s lips curled into a smile as he is nibbling your neck like he was savoring it.

“So, I could claim ya.”

Within milliseconds, Logan lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall. He placed both his hands on your ass to help support you. He was now making long strides to his bedroom. Both lips were fighting for dominance, teeth scraping against one another, and your hands found its way to help loosen his belt buckle. You were starting to get frustrated, but you were determined. Logan chuckled against your lips, but he had a mission to carry on. You managed to unbuckle his belt as you both finally made it to his room, and he gently tossed you to the bed, causing you to bounce a few times. You peered at him seductively as he was tearing off his flannel and wife beater off, without breaking eye contact. You peeled off your leggings, only leaving you in your revealing sweater and black panties.

Logan’s eyes grown darker as he saw the show in front of him, in his bed, looking delicious as ever. He was starting to look like a starved man, and he couldn’t wait to take a bite out of you. He crawled towards you, placing slow kisses from your ankles to either side of your hips to your neck. To hold his weight, he placed both hands on either side of your head, caging you in. He leaned down to kiss you again, but you were refusing to let him in. He took noticed of this, so he slipped his hand underneath your sweater giving your breast a nice squeeze. You let out a moan, but before you close your mouth, Logan slipped his tongue inside, winning his dominance against you. Logan grew impatient and tore your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in his room. You unbuttoned his pants and helped slid it off him as he did the rest and kicked it off him. Logan tore off your panties, leaving only your naked bodies pressing together. Logan let go of the kiss, leaving only a trail of saliva.

“Ya sure about this, darlin’? If I hurt ya, please tap me on the shoulder three times.”

“Please, fuck me.”

Logan cocked his eyebrow and gave you a smirk. That was all he needed to hear. He spat in his hand and gave his cock a few pumps before inserting it inside of you. He was pushing it all the way until he reached at the hilt. You grabbed onto both his shoulder as he was making fast pumps into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. He was fucking you hard and fast.

“Oh fuck, just like that.” You screamed.

“Ya taking me so well. Ya like it when I go rough on ya, huh?”

“Yes! F-fuck you feel so good!”

“Turn around for me, baby.”

You did as you were told and got on your hands and knees for him. Logan liked how obedient you were to him when it came down to sex. He’ll have to keep that in mind. Logan reentered himself inside your tight pussy and began pounding into you. Logan leaned down to your ear and started whispering dirty things to you. You were starting to see stars around you. He was basically fucking you stupid.

“Tell me what ya want, I’ll give it to ya.”

“P-p-please Logan! Cum in me!”

Logan couldn’t help but smile to himself. He loved hearing his name coming out of your mouth.

“Say my name again.”

“L-Logan! I’m about to c-c-cum!”

“Hold on. I’m right behind ya.”

Logan took his fingers and started rubbing circles on your clit. He knew you weren’t kidding when he could feel you clinching around his cock. His thrusts were starting to stutter, and his rhythm was out of sync.

“LOGAN!” You moaned out his name one last time before he began to roar into the sky as you climaxed. He thrust a few more times as he came inside your pussy. His thrusts began to slow, riding out his high. Both of you fell into the bed, coming down from your euphorias.

Logan got up to go to the bathroom to grab a wet rag. As he came back, he wiped you down first and then himself. He tossed the wet rag into the hamper and joined you in his bed. Logan pulled you to his chest and rubbed circles on your back.

“Y’know, I used to think that this whole roleplaying shit was gonna be a waste of my time, but damn was I wrong?” Logan chuckled.

You propped yourself up and gave his shoulder a little push, knowing it wouldn’t move him much.

“You see, I told you we need to spice up our relationship every once in a while.”

“God, I love ya.”

“And I love you, too, baby.”

You leaned towards Logan to kiss him a good night, but Logan had other plans. Before you could turn your back on him, Logan placed his hand firm on your chest to lay you still.

“This big, bad wolf could go for round two. If you’re up for it.”

#wolverine #logan howlett #hugh jackman #xmen #smut #fanfic #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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A/N = So how this originally started was not at all how it turned out. And I'm getting really sick of my fucking head doing this shit. Like, I think I have decent ideas, it's just executing said ideas into a coherent story. Maybe I should take notes or something. Anyway. Enjoy.

C/W = MILD violence, I just wanted to label this as though it could be a potential TW. Glasses (drinking) being thrown, yelling, slapping. No beating the shit out of each other or anything. Sex, I mean, it's Sanemi. Oral, (recalling F->M), then M->F. And as always, a gross overuse of italics.

✵ creator:/yangki_4nemi✵

MINORS = NO UNDER THE CUT

For The Record

You threw a glass at Sanemi's head. "YOU DO TOO, YOU FUCKER! You always leave the lid and the seat up. And don't even get me started on the fucking toilet paper going the wrong way!"

You glared at him and your chest heaved in full rage mode as the Etta James record on the speaker kept playing "At Last".

Of course your song would come on right freakin' now.

You tilted your head and he knew by the look on your face another glass was sure to head his way.

"Babe, B- y/n, I swear ... I didn't know this was next on the playlist."

He put his hands out in front of him to protect himself from whatever you might decide to throw at him next.

You walked over to the record player, standing there with your hands on your hips.

Tongue in cheek, rolling it around ... you wanted to throw the record at him.

"Y/n - baby ... bayyy-beee. P-fuck. Please don't. You know how much I love that thing. Please ..."

Oh how he begged you to leave it alone.

You weren't insane. Nothing would happen to his precious record player.

Instead, you walked over and slapped him across the face.

His face moved to the right upon impact. And he immediately came back to meet your eyes.

"You ... you fuckin' sure did, huh?" He checked his mouth for blood, he could taste a little but couldn't find where it came from.

"I did. The question remains, what will you do, hm? Hun-nee?"

You knew what you were getting yourself into. For the most part, anyway. Sassing off to him like that.

But my god.

He fell asleep while you were giving him head.

His hands were rubbing the back of your head, he was moaning and it sounded so, so sexy.

Then ... then he quit moving.

You thought he was just laying there, dumbfounded by how good it felt.

Then. He snored.

"What am I going to do? I don't know. Why don't I just keep my dick in my pants for the next month and see how you like it?" He was getting cocky.

"You ... w- you couldn't." Your arms folded over your chest as you smirked at him. Looking around for something else to throw at him.

"Oh I could, but I won't. You'll miss this dick so bad."

"You're a cocky bastard, you know that, Sanemi? You think you're hot shit. But you know what? I've got plenty of ways to take care of myself, too."

"Yeah? Well maybe I'll just go down to the club and get my needs taken care of."

You slapped him on the other cheek. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I would. I've done it before."

You slapped him again and he pulled you up against him, your soft breasts pressing into his muscular chest.

"I know I couldn't stand to see someone else touch what was mine. Fuck. I'd go nuts." He said.

"I'm not yours," you scoffed.

"You're not? Then who's dick did you just suck? And whose tongue did you sit on this morning while you came all over my face?"

"Fuck you, Sanemi. You don't deserve me." You smirked.

"Baby, we were made for each other. You know it as well as I do."

He started to kiss your neck and you pushed him away, "Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me." You feigned anger.

"Okay, okay. You win. I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have fallen asleep."

"You're damn right you shouldn't have!"

"I know ... I know. Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you. I promise I'll be good this time. Please."

He put his hands on your hips and pulled you back towards him. You didn't resist.

He slid his hands under your shirt and up your back, undoing your bra as he went.

You leaned your head back as he kissed your neck and jaw.

He pulled your shirt and bra off and ran his fingers over your nipples, pinching and pulling them gently.

You moaned and pressed your hips into his.

"I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, you big fucker. Just don't fall asleep on me again."

He laughed, "Oh my fucking God. I won't. I swear. Let's go to bed."

He scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently.

"You want me to go down on you?" He asked, kneeling on the bed between your legs.

"Yes. But first, take off your clothes, Sanemi. Lemme you."

He smiled and stood up, peeling off his shirt and jeans.

He was so beautiful.

The way he looked at you made your heart race.

He knelt back down and pulled your panties off, tossing them on the floor.

"I can smell your pussy from here. Goddamn. We should fight more often."

You laughed as he kissed your inner thighs.

He slid his hands under your ass and lifted it up a bit, pressing his lips to your clit.

He worked his tongue in circles, pushing your hips into the bed.

"Fuck, Sanemi. Don't stop. Please, please don't stop."

He licked and sucked and flicked his tongue over your clit until you came.

He didn't stop until you came again and again.

You were exhausted, but you still wanted him inside of you.

You pulled him up to you. His body heat washes over you.

"Are you sure? You look tired."

"I am tired, but I still want you."

He rubbed his cock against your entrance before slowly sliding it in.

You moaned and pulled him close, your arms around his neck.

He thrust in and out of you, his forehead pressed against yours.

"I'm close, baby. Fuck. You feel so good."

"S'nemi ... jesus ..." you whispered.

"Jesus isn't coming, but I am ..." he sped up, his hips unceremoniously slapped into yours.

He grunted and groaned as he came inside of you.

You kissed his neck as he did so.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.

"Holy fuck," he said.

"Mhm ... I think we should fight more often."

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you, too. Now, get up off me you big asshat. I need to pee."

"Oh ... sorry, babe."

He rolled off of you and you sat up, feeling his cum drip out of you.

"Fuck."

"What?"

"That's so hot. Get away from me before I fuck you again."

You came back from the bathroom and stood in the doorway, your body a pretty post-O pink.

"Don't you dare, Sanemi. I'm tired. You wore me out."

"I know, I know. Come to bed."

You climbed in next to him and he pulled the blankets up around you.

"Are you ever going to make me breakfast in bed?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah, yeah. I will. Just be patient, baby. I promise. Tomorrow you'll get the best damn breakfast in bed of your life."

"Ok, but I want an extra side of you." You made a vomit motion, hating yourself for saying that to him. The least cheesy man alive.

"Keep that shit up, y/n. Keep it up and I'll throw something at your head."

#kny sanemi smut #sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa smut #shinazugawa sanemi smut #sanemi smut #demon slayer #sanemi demon slayer smut #demon slayer sanemi #kny smut #kny sanemi shinazugawa smut #a girl can dream #fuck this side of reality

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witchersmistress · 2 years ago

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Briar Rose

SURPRISE!!! i have Sy's pov of the events that happened at the club! ive concidered making this into a series but for now @livesinfantasyland Enjoy. with a guest apperance from August.

Trigger warning: Fluff, angst and irritation at yours truly

Word count: 1.4 K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

Sy’s POV

I have said how much I hate the city. Especially LA?? The traffic sucks, the air sucks, this entire place sucks. But I've spent most of my life in the desert so any crowded place isn't the place for me but my business partner needed me so here I am. While i was here my best friend asked me if I could keep an eye out on Ms. Rory, she was visiting a friend. I agreed with no objections, you were indeed a beautiful girl, but you always managed to find trouble.

I left you and Jill in your hotel room as i made my way out to my wait car to take me to the club, Lux, I remember when August approached me about starting this club, i thought he was barking mad but he was right this club made a fortune, but when it came time to sign the papers i could not sign my actual name, so a pen named worked just fine so at the club i was Alex Stone. We pulled up to the curve and my driver rounded the car and pulled the door open “Have a good evening Mr. Stone "I nodded and clapped him on the shoulder before walking into the club. I made my way to my table and waved at the bartender to send a girl my way. It was auction night, which I rarely missed, but with August off gods nowhere with Ethan Hunt’s daughter, I doubt that man will surface any time soon.. The crazy bastard he just had to have her from the moment he saw her, damn near got her killed trying to keep.... Anyway, here I am, as the girls come and go off the block, some aggressive bidding wars built nothing to get out of hand, but it was the flash of a certain young woman with waist long hair that caught my attention, holding my whiskey glass, I zoned in on her.

Begging her to turn around and prove to me that it wasn't you , but she never looked my way. I must be crazy, there is no way you’d put yourself up on the auction block like that. Sipping my whiskey till the glass was empty when the auctioneer called “For the last girl of the night we have the lovely, this stunning briar rose, Aurora Harlowe who is auction 1 hour of her time for a date” my grip instantly tightened on the glass, as i signaled the waitress i wanted another one, looking like an idiot as I watch you take your place, front and center. standing under the lights, highlighting your long hair and petite stature, I find myself suddenly wanting to race up to that stage, pull you off and back into my office so I could spank your ass raw for pulling a stun like this, Jill and some guy cat called you from where they stood, standing in the middle of the stage next to Jake, the auctioneer, in your tight little black dress, sky high black heels.. holding your hands clasped together in front of you, looking way out of your comfort zone. I almost feel bad for you, almost.

After an awkward introduction and some goading from Theo at the bar, they start the bidding, and I have every intention of only being a spectator. A couple people I know end up getting it going. I find myself scrutinizing the people placing bids—low bids, if you ask me. One is a lawyer in his thirties, another, a younger guy I’ve spotted in the voyeur hall a lot, and then a new guy I’ve never seen here before. I shift in my seat. I trust August and the rest of his team to vet their members harshly, but there’s something about seeing a new face at the club that gives me pause. He looks like something the stock market spit out. Cocky expression. Cheap suit. Big attitude. And I can’t help myself. “Fifteen,” I call, your eyes landing in my direction, I'm still concealed in the shadows, for now. “Alexr Stone bids fifteen thousand,” the announcer exclaims. “Do we have a challenger? Can I get sixteen?” “Twenty,” the young guy returns. The other two stay silent.

My spine stiffens when I watch his eyes cascade over Rory. He’s sure as hell not looking at her face. And something about him just gives me a bad feeling. “Twenty-five,” I say with certainty. This time, the kid in the suit turns to glare at me, adjusting the tie around his neck, clearly uncomfortable. As our eyes meet, I watch the fight in his expression die. He’s not going to outbid me, and he knows it. So it’s all a matter of how much he’s willing to risk and how badly he wants to get this fear-stricken girl alone. But I promise, I’m ready to gamble more. Pressing my shoulders back, I wait for his next bid. “Do I hear twenty-six from the young gentleman up front?” He swallows, then turns toward the stage. Rory is starting to look a little green as she waits for the next move. Hesitantly, he raises a hand. “Twenty-six!” All eyes are on me as I nod to the announcer. “Thirty.” you bite your lip. My competitor laughs, looking cocky. “Forty thousand,” he calls out, trying to appear brave. “Fifty,” I say, without even blinking. The young guy comes back with another bid, and another, and another. I outbid each one until he nervously stammered, “Seventy-five.” “One hundred thousand dollars,” I proclaim, my fingers thrumming against the leather of the chair.

There are stirrings of surprise in the crowd. Your already pale skin takes on a new shade of porcelain, like the keys of a shiny new piano. “One hundred, going once…going twice…” Her eyes dance back and forth between me and the young guy. “One hundred thousand to Alex Stone!” Jake announces, and you look about ready to faint. I watch the young guy’s jaw click as he clenches it in frustration. The crowd cheers, staring in my direction in fascination as you make your way down from the stage. I signal one of the security guards, “Bring her to my office.” “Yes, Mr. Stone the right way. Polishing off my whiskey as security walks you back, I stand and button up my suit coat. I watch from the shadows as my security escorts you to the elevator, watching you as the doors close. This is wrong but I've denied my feelings for you, for far too long. Making my way over to the elevator, I received a text from the last person I wanted to deal with this evening.. August

“My how the mighty have fallen, your best friend's daughter?”

I looked around to make sure he wasn’t lurking, then i looked up into the camera, that fucker..

“Fuck off August, dont you have some poor girl to terrorize?”

His response was instant:

“Now now, dear cousin, she is curled up sleeping next to me, this pregnancy has not been easy on her”

I let out a sharp “ha” under my breath, he really is a crazy bastard. Stealing his daughter wasn't enough, he had to go and breed her as well. Shaking my head as i climb into the elevator

Sy: “ You’ve got some issues, cousin. You make Walter look like a SAINT”

Swiping my master key on the box the elevator began to move as i waited for a response:

August: “Now that would be an achievement, he is rather far out there”

*Walter has joined the chat*

“Oh shit here we go…. 3…2…1”

Walter: Really Sy?? ..took you long enough.. And August well.. I don't know where to begin with you”

August: “Oops did i make this group chat?!?! *smirking emoji*

You rotten motherfucker August:

Sy: Sometimes i wonder if your mom doesn't regret swallowing you”

Walter: *crying laughing emoji” Damn aiming for the juggular today arent we cuz?”

August: At least he knows how to aim. Walter”

The elevator opened up to my office. Closing out of the group chat to let them squabble, like they normally do. Masking my way to my office door and opening it slowly seeing you pace back and forth, like a lion in its cage. oh you poor sweet girl you have no idea what you've just done, now this is where the fun really begins.. Tonight baby girl you are going to learn just what kind of man you are dealing with.

#henrycavill smut #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson

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onlyvrse · 3 years ago

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hold onto these for me

“need ‘ya to hold onto these for me, can you do that for me, princess?”

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x female!pilot!reader

summary: in which rooster gives you his aviators to take care of. he’s very adamant that you don’t drop them.

genre: porn with plot, that’s it.

warnings: unprotected sex (not recommended), oral f! receiving, dirty talk, reader attempts to be a brat but gets put into her place very fast, soft!dom bradley, possessive boyfriend rooster, public sex (they do it in a bathroom?) hangman is a whiny bitch (yes, that’s a warning), teeny tiny spoilers ( i think?)

a/n: always in lower case. trying to pace smut a bit better lol be patient with me. i love phoenix and bob, cries. c/s = call sign. still working on pacing smut a little better but um yes

word count: 2.3k

this is purely a work of fiction

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you watch as phoenix proceeds to beat hangman’s ass at pool, giggling from your position in your boyfriends lap, a hand placed on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb as he’s preoccupied in conversation. “seresin, man, i thought you were supposed to be good at pool.” bradley chuckles, taking a sip of his beer as he watches, entertained by hangman’s constant complaints of losing. “well, rooster, why don’t you play for me instead of dry humping c/s in-front of all of us?” your head whips to the blonde aviator as soon as the comment leaves his mouth, you tilt your head, amused. “s’okay to be jealous jake, we all know roos beat you to me, not that you had much of a chance anyway. what’s past is past, for all of us.” phoenix sputters out into laughter, your eyes flicker to coyote who has a hand over his mouth in attempts not to laugh along with her. your eyes make their way back to hangman, his lips are in a tight line- instead of a snarky remark, which you were expecting, he shakes his head and continues to play pool- even if he is losing. “always had an attitude didn’t you?” bradley asks, a hand snaking around your waist as you giggle, “you love it, roos.” he takes another sip of his beer, pushing his aviators up the bridge of his nose.

“that i do.”

hangman, ironically, hangs his head before tapping his pool cue against the hardwood floor, “you guys better not fuck in the open where we can see you, i swear to god rooster if i find some sticky white shit in your plane-” he’s cut off by a pool cue to the abdomen courtesy of phoenix. “leave ‘em alone, bagman.” he winces, bracing himself on the edge of the pool table as bob laughs at him. “atta girl, phoenix!” you call out, laughing as you lean back against your boyfriend. “you’re lucky you’re pretty, c/s.” he grunts, straightening up to his full height. “that she is, hangman. ‘nd i suggest you keep on playing pool and keep your eyes to yourself unless you wanna end up in an early grave.” your boyfriend curtly responds, putting the man in his place as he nonchalantly takes a sip of his beer. you watch as seresin and rooster stare each other down from their respective places. “easy, lieutenants. let’s try not to kill each other before we even know what the mission is.” phoenix sighs and you smile at her, mouthing a ‘thank you.’ she’d always been the peacemaker between your boyfriend and hangman. as much as you try to stop them, the cocky bastard would always get under your skin eventually, and you too, would end up joining bradley in attempts to shut him up.

your squadron always knew that if someone messed with you, they were messing with rooster too. vice versa. due to the high level of risk associated with your jobs, you had each-others backs no matter the situation, whether it be in the sky or on the ground. you two were inseparable.

thankfully, the tension eases rather swiftly and a new pool game has started. you laugh at phoenix and bob’s antics, shifting slightly before a harsh grip meets your hips. “stop moving, damn it.” he orders, a hush in your ear as he continues to sip at the beer bottle in his hand. you cough, clearing your throat as you continue to spectate the game. you knowingly shift your position again, making sure to put a bit of pressure on the growing tent in his pants- this earns a low groan from the man behind you. “what’d i say?” he asks, grip still tight on your hips. you feign an innocent look, “m’sorry roos, didn’t mean to.” that’s a lie. “uh-huh, sure.” he mumbles, downing the rest off his beer before setting it on the bar top. both of his arms are wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. you move again.

“y’never listen, do you?”

you shake your head, biting your lip in anticipation of what he does next. cheers erupt from behind you, followed by a chanting of bob’s name- you assume he’s won the pool game, but suddenly you’re being dragged away by the wrist. “what’re you-” bradley pulls you both into a random room, locking the door behind him before lifting you up onto the counter. his lips crash onto yours before you even have the time to process where you are, he bites at your bottom lip and you gasp into his mouth, bradley taking the opportunity to slide his tongue in. you moan against his lips, his hands kneading the fat of your ass through your denim shorts as he begins to kiss his way from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. you whine under his touch, his hand reaching for your breast as he gropes harshly, you whine- he smiles against your skin, knowing how easily he can get you to melt under his touch.

he looks up at you through his aviators before taking them off. you think he’s going to tuck them into his shirt like usual, but no. he places them delicately on the top of your head, tucking the hooks behind your ears.“need ‘ya to hold onto these for me, can you do that for me, princess?” you audibly swallow, nodding at him as you let him unzip your shorts, his fingers hooking at the belt loops and you lift your hips to help him take them off. the aviators slip to the bridge of your nose as you look down at him hungrily and he tuts, grabbing your chin so you make eye contact. “you better not drop them. you’re gonna be good for me, right baby?” you nod, taking in your surroundings as you lift his aviators to perch on top of your head again.

you’re in a fucking disabled stall.

he notices your eyes scanning around and he cups the side of your face, rubbing this thumb against your cheek before hovering it over your bottom lip. better be quiet, darlin’. don’t want anyone hearing you but me.” and without any warning, there’s a finger rubbing against your clothed cunt and you whine, he kisses you again to swallow the sound. “y’so brave and cold up in the sky baby, but you’re such a needy little thing for me, aren't you?” you mewl at the comment, kissing him feverishly as he continues to tease you. “roos, fuck, please-.” before you can even finish your sentence, his knuckle’s pushed your underwear to the side and he’s gathering your slick with two fingers. “you’re fucking soaked, doll.” you mewl at the comment, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he begins to toy with your bundle of nerves. your hips buck against his hand, desperate for more friction. “patience, doll. i’ll give you what you want, just give me a sec, y’look so pretty like this.” you head lulls back at the comment, gasping as you feel the sunglasses slip to the back of your head- you’re quick to catch them and reposition them to where you want them, thankfully. he notices this, “that’s my girl, so good for me,” he mumbles before a finger enters you and you cry out as he pumps it in and out of you. “shh, baby, people will hear you. y’gotta be quiet for me can you do that? you can be as loud as you want when we’re home.” another finger. you bite down on your lip as you watch him kneel on the ground, pushing his fingers in and out of you and marvelling at the sinful noises.

you whine softly as he stills his fingers, he starts kissing your inner thighs before licking a stripe up your soaked cunt. you throw your head back against the wall, heavily panting as you try to stop yourself from moaning out his name. his digits then resume their previous action, all while he’s sucking at your clit, his moustache giving extra stimulation to your already sensitive heat. his fingers curl up against the spongy spot in you and you rut your hips against his face, only to have him groan against you. you tangle your hands in his hair, gripping at his locks tightly as you feel the pressure building up in your stomach. “m’gonna- fuck, rooster,” you pant out, and he knows what this means, he knew it was coming by the way your walls clenched around his fingers. “i got you darlin’ you can let go.” your legs start to spasm around his fingers and he stands up to his full height, fingers still plunging inside of you. his thumb now focused on your clit while he kisses you, and you hum, tasting yourself on his lips. you’re pushed over the edge by another quick bite on your bottom lip, his lips on yours to hopefully, muffle the sound of your release. you’re panting once he pulls away, already fiddling with the zipper of his jeans as you pepper kisses anywhere you can reach, jaw, collarbone, neck.

you feel the tip of his length slide up and down your sensitive cunt, gathering slick before he sinks into you fully, both of you moaning at the all-too familiar feeling.

now you’re fucking, in a fucking disabled stall.

“’magine jake seeing you like this huh, all fucked out cause of me? only i can get you like this, baby. this pussy’s all mine. you’re all mine.” he starts rutting into you, fast, and your mouth is agape, senseless babbles and whines leaving your lips as you clutch at his shirt. “’m all yours.” you whimper, and he wraps a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as his lips crash onto yours- this time it’s hungrier, desperate. his tongue licks against your bottom lip and you let him in, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. your arms are draped around his neck, lazily grabbing for the hairs at the back of his neck as he continues to thrust into you. your head falls to his shoulder due to the overwhelming feeling of him stuffing you full. “what’d i say about moving?” he says, thrusting into your cunt as you whimper. “don’t- don’t drop, the glasses.” you mumble, raising your head and trying to balance the aviators despite his thick length rutting in and out of you at an insanely fast pace. “good girl.” one of his hands snakes between you, and his thumb is on your clit again. “can y’do one more for me, baby?” “no, no- s’too much roos.” you babble, grabbing at his hair, “you can do it doll, i've got you, okay? you’re doing so well, baby.” you nod softly before kissing him again, moaning against his lips as he hits the spot with the tip of his dick, continuing to thrust into your heat as he toys with your clit.

“gonna, fuck- gonna cum again,”

he doesn’t speed up, or slow down- he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing as he’s licking and biting at your neck, anywhere he can. you clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that leaves you as your body feeling like it’s being covered in white-hot pleasure, legs trembling as he lowly moans at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. “atta girl, fuck, c/s. so good for me.” he groans, his hips stuttering in pace as you continue to whine at the feeling. “gonna fill you up, doll, and y’gonna take every last drop.” you tug at his hair when he thrusts into you particularly deeper, his aviators are now barely on the bridge of your nose as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure, his head falling to your shoulder, moaning as he finishes inside of you and you whimper at the feeling of him coating your walls. the air is hot, and smells like sex. both of you take a second to catch your breath. you make an incoherent noise as he pulls out, fixing your underwear to it’s original position as he fixes his appearance. he places a kiss to your temple before handing you your denim shorts. you smile at him weakly, “need a hand?” he asks, shit-eating-grin on his face as he watches your legs shake when you push yourself off of the counter. “no-” you stumble, “maybe.” he laughs heartily, placing an arm on your shoulder as you dress yourself again. “fuck, penny is going to kill us if she ever finds out.” he shrugs, “let’s just make sure she doesn’t then, our little secret.”

“here, take this.”

you’re draped in his hawaiian shirt leaving the stall, walking towards the bar where phoenix and bob are stationed spectating the rest of the squadron. you wince at the feeling of your boyfriend’s seed slowly soaking your underwear. phoenix notices this. “you alright, c/s?” you nod, a little too enthusiastically. “yeah! yeah, all good, just a ‘lil dazed s’all.”

“dazed, huh?” her eyes scan over the two of you, quizzically. she notes the bite mark on your lip, the fresh maroon of a hickey just under the hem of your shirt, how you’re wearing his sunglasses, and his shirt- then she turns her attention to him, she notes the faint scratch mark by his shoulder. you watch her eyes widen as she pieces it together, smacking bobs arm with the back of her hand. “oh my god, bob!” bob stares, mouth still partially full of the bars complimentary peanuts.

“what! what is it? what am i missing?”

you giggle, leaning into your boyfriend as bob desperately tries to figure out what’s going on. “not so much of a secret anymore, roos.”

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moonlight-tmd · 2 years ago

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(don’t mind me, just reviving this tag BUT-)I’ve never watched TFA but i read a god damn bunch of fics on it soo i have a fic idea. maybe i’ll write it, maybe not.

Anyway, so-Sari found out, by accident when they were playing some karaoke game, that Bee has a really good singing voice. And she’ll beg for Bee to sing something for her but he won’t do it in front of anyone cuz he’s too anxious about it.

That’s why he sneaks out at night into one of the abandoned warehouses just outside the city, where he can sing all he wants by himself. Then during one of those night-out Blitz finds him during his night patrol, he doesn’t think much of it at first but out of curiosity he keeps coming to that warehouse to secretly listen to Bee sing. The more he comes there the more he enjoys his stays there, as well as he finds that the autobot actually has a really nice voice. Sometimes he’ll just listen, sometimes he'll dance a little, overall vibing to the music and the singing. Sometimes Bee will sing happy songs, sometimes sad ones, depending on what mood he was in. Blitz finds them relatable and starts cathing feels for the mini-bot, not that he'll admit. He’ll go to the spot and listen to the songs, and leave little gifts for Bee when he has feeling particularly sad; cool rocks, car parts, little flower bouquets. Bee would find them and feel a little creeped out at first, but he learns to appreciate the gesture from whoever was leaving these for him. Each one made him more confident about his singing. He’ll dance and sing loud, even hang a disco ball to perform his songs with. He doesn’t know who his secret viewer is but that doesn’t stop him from showing his best at the performances. That’s until he sees a vague reflection of someone dancing outside the warehouse. [He sees is in something shiny, glass or some part of a scrap car outside, idk] Bee however would not stop his sneak-outs to perform. In fact, he would do it more often, and the song genre would slowly shift towards love and admiration songs. As the time goes on Bee dares to change few words in the lyrics so it’ll be vaguely about Blitz. He’s seen Blitz outside of battle few times, and he seemed like a cool guy, and the fact that he comes here to listen to Bee AND leaves him gifts. That’s kind of sweet actually. In battlefield, he’ll get more cocky and tease Blitz with flirty smiles and winks, to which the Triplechanger totally falls for. He stands there baffled, unable to comprehend what just happened while Bee gets his way in whatever they were doing. He sometimes shoots back a flirty line of some sort which does make Bee flustered, but he really doesn’t know what this feeling he’s dealing with is when he sees Bee just blushing like that. Some secret performences later, both Blitz and Bee find themselves having admiration for each other, Bee of course, the smug bastard that he is, embraces it and goes all the way to make the love songs as good and about Blitz as possible without the other finding out that quickly. Unknowingly to Bee, Blitz is almost completely obvious to it all. He’ll get this weird feeling whenever the songs would sound odd or the lyrics wouldn’t match up to the ones he heard on the radio once but he just blames it on the silly bug messing up in his grand shows. He’ll continue to admire him, leave him better gifts for the good performances and aim in his general direction instead of straight at him. And that’s until Bee decides enough vagueness is enough and pulls a love song specifically about Blitz into his already love-song-filled repertoire [i’m thinking Shut up and Dance with some changes].

And THAT’S when Blitz will have the grand realization, all these little changes in songs, the way Bee was in combat, all those things have been diected AT HIM. BEE WAS SINGING ABOUT HIM. Somewhere in the song Bee calls out for him and he hesitates whether to leave now or go out there, he peaks out inside and Bee immidiatelly makes eye contact mid dance. He continues singing, urging Blitz to come join him and Blitz does and they end up finishing the song together. There’s a whole lot of teasing and bickering afterwards but they agree to do this again sometime. I feel like i should write this but i have no idea how since my inspiration goes from one thing to another pretty quickly and this seems like a long-term task.

#blitzbee #tfa bumblebee #long post #maccadam #song fic #tfa

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angy-mouse · 2 years ago

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Obsession Part 2

I'm gonna be real, I'm not thrilled with either of these, but theyre very feel goody to write

part 1

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dream let out a noise that can only be described as ‘God, strike me now’. “Just when I thought the crappy punch was the most disgusting thing here,” he snapped, throwing back the last of his beer in hopes of dulling his growing headache.

George scoffed, downing a swig of his own drink and leaning back against the wall- entirely too close to Dream for his own liking, but he didn’t have much choice. Dream was here for the same reason he was: this was the best spot to watch you dance with your little dorm friends. “Insults? What are we, in middle school? You’re pathetic.”

“... You look good.”

George chuckled at the unspoken question. “Yeah, razor blades in the soap bar is such an amateur move, I almost felt bad for you.” Dream simply clicked his tongue. “Speaking of, I saw your car out front.”

“Neighbor asked how I found such a dedicated mechanic. You really couldn’t get in, cut my brakes, and get out without being seen? Sounds like you’re the amateur.”

“Are you kidding me? I scaled that fence in under ten seconds, easy. In and out in a minute, only thing I didn’t account for was you living next to a damn Karen.”

Dream peeled his eyes off you for the first time that night to raise an eyebrow. “How’d you get in the garage, anyway?”

George let out a snicker as he swirled his drink around in its plastic cup. “Oh, yeah, I had to break open the back window. Might wanna get that fixed, the frame cracked easier than an egg.”

“You’re such a cocky little bastard. You really think my baby would like such a creep?”

“My darling told me herself how much she likes my ingenuity. What she’d never like is some meathead-”

“Oh, I’m a meathead, am I? Funny, ‘cause she was just telling me she loves my emotional intelligence.”

“Please, you wrote her a few frilly poems- that’s practically nothing compared to how much I’ve helped her with coursework.”

“You just can’t take a hint, can you? I feel bad for you, so I’ll tell you straight: she’s using you. She’d be stupid not to take advantage-”

George’s blade dug into Dream’s side, hidden from the horde of drunks by his sleeve. “Don’t you dare insult her!”

“-of a smarmy, pathetic-”

“Hey, knock it off!”

They both snapped to attention at your beautiful voice, filled with far more resentment than you’d ever used with them. There you were, as gorgeous as ever in your favorite dress, pushing away some drunk, insignificant, unworthy frat boy who dared to touch your perfect body.

“He’s mine,” Dream growled out without a second thought, seeing red as you (always too sweet, too kind) tried to push the insect away gently, only to have him push up against you again. He was already fantasizing about how satisfying it would be to feel the crack of bones under his hand, and how with each fracture he’d reiterate don’t touch what’s mine.

“I’ve got her.” George couldn’t believe how he could let this happen. He should have clocked the drunk as soon as he was within arm’s reach of you. He wanted to blame Dream for distracting him, maybe cut him up a bit to relieve some tension, but that was the easy way out. He should have been watching you, protecting you. This couldn’t happen again.

He came up behind you and wrapped long fingers around your wrist, spinning you to face him. “Hey, luv,” he chirped, covering up the choking sound as Dream wrapped his arm around the bastard’s neck and hauled him away the second your back was turned.

“Georgie!” He nearly moaned as you wrapped your arms around him, stumbling in your heels and pressing against him for stability. “I didn’t know you were- oh, Georgie, this is-” You visibly blanked when you turned around and the man wasn’t there. “Where’d he go?”

“I think you’ve been drinking too much, darling,” George hummed into your ear, one hand on your waist to keep you steady and against him as the other plucked your cup out of your hand. He took a small, testing sip and felt his blood boil. “That cunt spiked it? He’s gonna fucking wish we turned him in to the cops.”

“Hey,” you slurred with a giggle, hands pressed against his chest giving a tug on his shirt. “That’s mine, silly. I- can I-” You whined when the words wouldn’t come out, crashing your forehead down on his collarbone, snuggling into his neck. God, you were close. Your breath washed over his neck as you sighed, blood rushing through his veins practically under your lips. What he wouldn’t do-

No. He’d gotten distracted once tonight, it wouldn’t happen again.

“Oops,” he mumbled out dryly as he let the plastic cup fall to the floor, giving it a kick to make sure everything spilled out and started soaking into the carpet. He was confident absolutely no one would notice the stain among the others. “Why don’t we get you back to your dorm, and you can have a drink there, okay?” That drink was going to be a bottle of water he personally checked over for tampering, but you didn’t need to know that.

“But I love this song,” you hummed, jerking away from him so suddenly he had to tighten his grip to keep you upright. “Ooh, dance with me, Georgie!”

You moved like sin in that tight dress, but he steeled his nerves and guided you towards the front door. “Let’s dance outside, luv. Come on, this way.” You caught sight of the punch bowl and started changing direction. “No- okay, new plan,” George huffed. He grabbed your hand and twirled you, making you cheer, and promptly threw you over his shoulder.

“Whoooa! I’m so high up, Georgie! You’re so tall!”

“Sure am, darling.” He tried his absolute damnedest to keep his hands respectful. You were going to be sober when he touched you intimately for the first time- sober and begging for it. But your skirt was scooching up with every step, and the only way to stop it was a hand just barely under your ass. He thought if you were having a similar issue with the top and decided he might have to kill everyone there just to make sure they didn’t see you like that and live. Probably only a couple of hundred people in the house who would have to die. He could live with those numbers. Except Dream’s nostrils flared when he saw George carrying you, so he thought he might not live to get the job done. “Drink was salty,” he relayed, and just like that Dream’s anger was put back on the bastard they let get to you.

“Put her down-”

“Dreamy?” You tried to twist around, and it made it harder for George to hold you, so he complied, biting his tongue as you ran into Dream’s chest. “Hi, Dreamy! Georgie and I are gonna dance- dance with us!”

“Oh no, baby, we’re gonna get you home,” he purred, rubbing your back with one hand and yanking your skirt down with the other. “Come on, you can sit up front-”

“Is that safe?”

“Did you fix it since I got at it?”

“I just replaced the brakes yesterday.”

“Did you fuck with anything else?”

George sighed in relief. “Alright. You heard him, luv, go on.”

They watched you falter at his words, spinning around. “You’re coming, too… right?” They looked at each other, wondering how much longer they could be within arms reach without killing each other. “Come on, Georgie-” You gasped, falling against Dream and smacking his chest. “We can have a sleepover! Slumber party! Oh, please, Dreamy, please!”

“How could I say no to you, sweetheart?” “Especially when you say my name so pretty, begging for me so nice.” “Just climb in, baby, we’re gonna have a nice slumber party.”

You fell asleep less than halfway home. Barely stirred as Dream carried you in and George took off your shoes to put you in bed.

“What the fuck are you doing,” George hissed, breath catching in his throat as you groaned in your sleep, but unable to let Dream get away scot-free.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.” Your dorm key was easy to find, one of three things in the tiny purse you took partying, and Dream kept a quick mold kit in his glove box just in case. “Besides, we both know you’re gonna lift this off me, then I’ll strangle you to get it back, etcetera, etcetera.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word for you.” Dream replaced your key and slipped the kit into his back pocket to free up his hands to offer George a double middle-finger salute. “Charming. If you’re done…” He motioned to the door, making sure it was locked behind them. They walked in silence back to Dream’s car, but George broke the peace as he leaned back against the hood. “So what happened to the prick?”

Dream let out a deep sigh, leaning against the driver’s side door. “Couldn’t kill him,” he mourned. “Too many people saw us leave together.”

“He spiked lovely’s drink.” His voice was thick in disgust as he started flicking his knife open and closed- he needed to make something bleed.

“Broke his nose,” Dream mused like he hadn’t heard. His voice was quiet as he thought back, trying to recall all the cracks he heard. “Dislocated shoulder- left. The arm he kept putting around her. Broke a few toes when I stomped on his foot…” He pulled a student I.D. card out of his front pocket. “And swiped this and a few hundred bucks.” He let George snatch it, blade glinting in the streetlamp as he started flicking it faster, practicing basic tricks- warming up. Dream watched the blade move with practiced precision, rolling over George’s wrist without the slightest mark left behind.

“... I’ll share him for a copy of baby’s schedule.”

#angymouse #squeakin #mcyt smut #dresqueaks #gogysqueaks #tw: stalking #tw: drugs #tw: violence #tw: knife

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hapireads · 2 years ago

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The Queen of The Damned Review

This series has again kind of stumped me. I can't really say 100% whether I enjoyed or disliked this novel. It's a mixture of both experiences I guess?

First and foremost, the best and worst thing about this novel was Lestat's presence. The best aspect of this was that Lestat was written just as perfect as ever. His cockiness, whimsy and dramatic flair did not falter for even a second! (Calling himself the James Bond of vampires was wild and hilarious, especially because it's TRUE) The worst aspect was that there was so very little of it. Most of the novel switched between other people's perspectives and, well, I simply did not care for that. Don't get me wrong, I liked a ton of these characters, but I am simply not interested in their lives.

However, I will first delve into the character perspectives that I enjoyed. ARMAND AND DANIEL! DANIEL AND ARMAND! My eternal loves. The Devil's Minion chapter made this entire novel worth it for me. What a fucking trip! It was so disgustingly sweet to see how open Armand always was in his love for Daniel, even if he is a psycho little gremlin. Comparing this single chapter to the entire of IWTV novel would be a trip and a half, as the representations of the romantic relationships in them are so incredibly disparate. From Armand calling Daniel his "beloved" multiple times, to Armand giving Daniel an amulet with a vial of his blood on it to protect him, to Daniel actually wearing it, to the explicit declarations of desire, love and lust, I was enamoured with this portion of the novel. It was really interesting to see how their relationship began as it was entirely twisted and entirely ROMANTIC. Armand chasing Daniel all over the place, scaring him half to death and then showering him with material care and eventually the declaration to end all declarations: "I love you. If I hadn't grown to love you, I would have killed you before now, of course" (92), followed up by "You are mine, beautiful boy" (93), GOD SEDATE ME. Armand you saucy bastard. I don't even want to delve into Armand having Daniel teach him about technology or shaving Daniel's face for him, I will burst out into fucking tears. God will have to wrench Armandaniel out of my cold dead hands.

A little interlude: The explanation of Armand's 'Night Island' on page 100 was really interesting to me. Armand has created this material haven of his own, with glass elevators which 'reach the heavens'...a little similar to Louis' apartment in the Burj Khalifa (in the show), no? Anyways, just some food for thought.

Moving on, I really was not a fan of the red-head twin dreams everyone was having. The storyline was interesting but having all these different characters have those dreams simply was boring to me, and the fact that the relevance of it wasn't revealed until the very end was borderline annoying. I particularly disliked Jesse and her experience with the Talamasca and her family. While I find Maharet and Mael to be exceedingly interesting vampires, I could not bring myself to give a shit about Jesse nor her mortality and it went on for so! damn! long! It felt unnecessary to me honestly.

Now, I didn't particularly like Khayman, but I did find him diverting in many instances. Like, why was he so obsessed with 'goodness' and Lestat? I mean, I get it on some level, because who isn't into Lestat, but the fixation seems interesting. Has there never been a vampire who was concerned with their morality before? I'd be interested to learn more about Khayman.

I think it time to move onto the character of interest in the novel, the Queen of the Damned herself, Akasha. I was simply, not a fucking fan. I know that might be a bit of an unpopular opinion but I simply could not understand her at all. Why the fuck was Lestat the only vampire who could wake her? Why was she so obsessed with Lestat when she didn't even know him? Why did she randomly decide to commit genocide? I mean, I really did understand some of her reasoning regarding her choice to eliminate males specifically, but at the end of the day I could not stomach her indiscriminately massacring all males (which were almost all in impoverished, third world countries??). I feel like maybe there should've been more build up to her character, I probably would've liked her a lot more. I especially despised her character during Maharet's flashbacks. (I hate royalty for a reason and Akasha fit into that reason a little too well).

Moving onto the ending of the novel, DAMN! Anne Rice strikes again. She seems to be an expert in starving the audience of any Louis and Lestat content for hundreds of pages, till the point that you forget they were even a couple, and then catching you off guard with the most bone achingly, disgustingly endearing descriptions of the two and interactions between them. What the hell do you mean Louis asked Lestat, "You're not going to leave us, are you?" which his voice was sharpened by distress? What the hell do you mean Lestat asked Louis, "Do you love me?" What the hell do you mean Louis said "Yes"? What the HELL do you mean Lestat took his Louis for his first ever flight and it was a beautiful experience for them both. Anne Rice FREE ME FROM THE SHACKLES OF LOUIS AND LESTAT. PLEASE.

P. S. I also really enjoyed the random references to Louis' Interview With The Vampire book, which he published in the series. I love that they Rice continuously goes back to the fact that the novel was entirely a product of Louis' bias and, therefore, it is almost a work of a fiction, with a 'hero' (Louis) and a 'villain' (Lestat). I feel as though a lot (!!!) of show specific fans fail to acknowledge that Louis' bias plays into the entire representation of the first season (which is based on the first novel).

Overall, I give The Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice a 7.5/10.

#The Queen of The Damned #interview with the vampire #the vampire lestat #book review #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #lestat x louis #akasha #armand #daniel malloy #armandaniel #loustat #armand x daniel #the vampire chronicles #amc interview with the vampire #amc iwtv

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yinses · 4 years ago

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relationship headcanons

gojo satoru x instructor!reader

rating: t

a/n: we all obsess over gojo, now it’s time for him to simp over you

— you’re a teacher over at the sister school and have been rivals with gojo since before your own graduation. you’ve come close but have never bested him, so you’ve put all your frustration into raising the next generation of sorcerers to be stronger than his class ( and ofc to take out curses)

it’s all seriousness for you but fun and games for gojo. not everyone simps for him, believe it or not. the man is challenged on the daily but it’s less of an annoyance when it’s you. maybe because you don’t call him out for it. there is no boisterous demand for a showdown or obsessive rivalry. you bide your time and out your efforts into your students where it matters the most.

he can tell you want to make a bigger point. that the entire jujusu kaisen institution doesn’t need to rely on him to solve their problems. you truly believe that you can bring stronger comrades to the table. the goal of besting him was just a side objective

— you’re attractive. he’s attractive. there is no denying it. maybe under different circumstances he might have already taken you to bed by now but the chase is more thrilling. he’s known you for over a decade now but he doesn’t know the intimacies of your past. it’s a gamble how many people you’ve dated or what your experiences are like, but he does know he definitely has a chance.

the sexual tension is always there. more prominent for gojo because honestly he finds you determination so fucking sexy. the man is dominant but to be pinned down by your thighs ascends him. he has your number and is never not in your inbox. you rarely respond but he knows you read them, especially since he squeezes little updates about his class progress in between romantic poem quotes and blasts from the past.

you never answer his facetime calls but occasionally you’ll indulge a regular call, if only to voice appease him enough to stop him from filling your voicemail box. as you’re preparing dinner in your kitchen, he’s going on and on about little things that shouldn’t matter. but he doesn’t really have anyone else and it shows.

the man is an open book. confessing sprinkles of his frustrations around jesting stories about his cute little students and the bakery he now coined his favorite just two kilometers from his house.

sometimes he reminisces about school. about how visiting the sister school to see you was his favorite part of the semester. but he also delves into his own small class and how he misses the shenanigans the use to raise yaga’s blood pressure frequently. sure shoko is still here but geto- fuck, the guilt cracks in his voice. you don’t say anything still, what could you anyway to a man you shouldn’t adore baring his soul to you? but before a decision can come to head he’s swapped back to his usual self.

‘so that bakery has this delicious tiramisu. why don’t you let me eat it off of you one of these days? i love dessert in bed.’

across the city, gojo smiles so hard his cheeks sting when you hang up on him, shoulders more at ease than they’ve been in days.

— he never shows up for his meetings with yaga, god forbid there be a special invite from the croaking old bastard. but fuck- if you’re there? the man is on time just so he can secure a seat next to you.

you know this guy manspreads. thighs wide enough to align them with yours. you’re not jumpy, reading easily between the lines as you give him a curt glance from the corner of your eye. it’s a useless scold, because you only recieve a cocky grin.

god and does it egg him on. this man feeds on crumbs of your attention. his arm lounging comfortably along the back of the couch, fingertips dancing along the edge of your shoulder and tickling the collar of your neck.

it’s the fact that you’re consensual to it all that keeps him going. sure you bite back and huff with your cute little irritated pout- but you never say no. and that’s all the fuel he needs.

he can hear everyone just fine- like they’re sitting right there. but catch him leaning close, shoulders knocking together while he whispers in your ear. he’ll ask you to repeat things he definitely did not miss. ask you to explain things he obviously comprehends. you roll your eyes but coddle him anyway if only to cure your own boredom.

bonus: off to the side, miwa watches the two adults conspiring, foreheads just a breath away from tapping. she’s rooting for gojo if only for the benefit of seeing him around more. she’s been wanting to ask you to invite gojo-sensei to guest speak for months.

— fighting with you is basically foreplay. he’s never been so intimate with his infinity, absorbing every punch and jab. not enough to hurt terribly , but it’s physical contact from you and he won’t pass it up.

he’s supposed to be showing off for his students. itadori, his biggest fan, front and center as his own personal cheering squad. he can beat you but not demolish. you actually bring a challenge, which is why the two of you are often a treat at the exchange event.

gojo wants nothing more than to pin you down when the two of you grapple close for comfort. he knows he can get away with a nice hard grind or two, even thinks you’ll let him.

but his inner thoughts are his own downfall when you manage to get on top instead. not that he’s complaining. his infinity is strapped tight to his body, just barely keeping you at bay as you try to force your limbs to keep him in place.

this is bad. so bad because you’re leaning close- the hair from your sloppy bun whispering at his cheek. and your face is right there, near enough that he could flinch and you would be touching.

it’s entirely too intimate for a fight between instructors at a public event but damn he’s willing to let his guard down. besides what the fuck is he supposed to do when he can feel your mouth moving against the barrier.

‘is this how our first kiss is going to be? just you, me and the infinity?’

jesus fucking christ if you thought he was strong enough for that. it may as well be ‘pass go’ for gojo. because one second you’re held up by the invisible void and the next you’re tasting something sweet.

he’d just eaten a pack of chocolate covered cherries.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo blessings #some queso.

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writingtheafterglow · 3 years ago

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Under The Mistletoe

(Part One -> Cafeteria Mishaps)

Warnings: a lot of swear words and cocky!tom

Summary: Y/N runs into a certain somebody during lunch.

a/n: sorry I haven't been updating, I was trying to think of how to execute this, but here you go...Chapter One! Also sorry the mood board doesn't really match the chapter. Anywho, enjoy bitchesss!!!!

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"Perrie Louise Edwards! I am not doing it!" I explain to the blonde goddess in front of me.

"Oh come on, y/n/n! What's the worst that can happen?" She pushes. Does she seriously not see the problem? IT'S LIAM FREAKING JAMES WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE!!!! If you're wondering who Liam James is, he's my crush, has been since year 3. I swear, it's like I'm looking at a demi-god every time I stare-....respectfully look from afar. The plus side is, he's sweet, smart, caring, and loves music, basically all of my interests.

Perrie always tries to push me to go talk to him, sometimes tells me to go ask him out but, lord knows he wouldn't say yes, he doesn't even know I exist.

"She's right, y/n. What's the worst that can happen?" Leigh Anne backs up Pez instead of taking my side, damn you, Leigh.

"Um let's see...HE REJECTS ME, LAUGHS AT ME, BULLIE ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE???? A lot as you can see!" I shoot back at the two girls in front of me. As I do all of this two (hot) guys walk past us and give Pez and Leigh the "damn she's hot" look, not even sparing me a look as they left. For once I'd like someone to look at me like that! Lord I swear, it's like the only time I get any recognition (from anyone) is when I'm with them, minus a few seconds ago. Without them, I'm nothing.

"Y/N, if he does reject you then move on, it's not the end of the world." I hate it when Pez is right but, that's not enough.

"Look girls, I love you but, I just can't right now. Maybe another day when I actually feel confident." I said before standing up to throw my tray away. They both give me a knowing look but, still, stand up to hug me. All of us then go our separate ways, as I do someone bumps into my side, causing my food to slip out of my hands. I didn't even look up to see who it was, instead, I immediately start cleaning up my mess. Out of nowhere, a hand appears in front of me with a napkin, I assume it was for my (now ruined) shirt.

That's when I finally look up to see who had shoved me. I'm met with a wide-eyed Tom Holland.

"Of fucking course. Do you mind watching where you're going next time, asshole?" My face is starting to burn with anger seeing my old best friend in front of me. It would have been fine if anyone else were to bump into me but, Tom Holland, oh he's in for it.

"Sorry, darling. Just got distracted, that's all." He says through a smirk.

"Yeah, I bet you were eye-fucking a girl." Snatching the napkin out of his hand, I begin to clean my shirt.

"Jealous I see" Cocky bastard-

"Huh, you wish." I scoff.

"You know what...you're right...maybe that can be my Christmas gift this year?" He asks through a smirk. I lift my head up and give him a death glare before standing up and running towards my locker.

"Was that a maybe?" That little shit really thinks I'm jealous of a random girl, most likely a teenage supermodel, he has to be the dumbest guy I've ever met.

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Finally, it's my favorite class of the day. Chemistry. Now, you may be wondering why that's my favorite class. Well, it's because I get to be partners with him, Liam. I love that he doesn't make me do all the work like the other kids in the class, another reason to like him. Anyways, back to reality, I walk into class and see that he's already sitting there. My anxiety level is up to 1000 and my heart is pounding out of my chest...so the usual, basically. We make eye contact and he waves for me to come over.

"Hey, Y/N." He greets as I sit down, not without sending me that charming smile of his.

"hEy LiAm" ...why...the...fuck...do I sound like that?! Well, I guess it's time to hide in the fucking janitor's closet. Before he can respond, a group of assholes football players walk through the door, making a shit ton of noise, might I add. Then, I see him. God fucking damnit can I not get a break from Tom?

"Nice going, Tom." Harrison, one of Tom's friends, cheers.

"Yeah, you're totally gonna get her." Jaden, another minion friend of Tom's, adds. Lord have mercy, he probably just got done talking his way into, another, girl's pants. You know, just typical 18-year-old boy things. Tom's gaze lands on me and Liam. I'm guessing he saw how close we were in proximity, which I didn't notice until he did. His jaw tightens as he makes his way over to us.

What did he want now?

"Hey Y/N/N, did you get all of the ketchup off you?" He grins. I swear on all things good if he calls me that one more time...

"Yeah...thank's for the single napkin by the way." I sass back. Don't. Poke. The. Bear. Asshole!

"Aww well no worries, Love. Hey, just wondering...is Perrie free this weekend?" What the actual fuck?! He can hook up with any girl in this fucking school but, there's no way in hell he's hooking up with my best friend.

"Yeah but, she doesn't go out with cocky bastards who think with their dick." I send a sarcastic smile before shifting back in my seat.

"Sorry just thought she could use some-"

"Finish that sentence and I swear to god it will be your last." I threatened.

"...Dinner...I was gonna say Dinner." He lies before walking to his seat in the back of the class. The bell rings signaling that class is starting. I rest my head on my hand as Mr. Lee begins the lecture.

Man...I wish guys asked about me.

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snelbz · 4 years ago

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Life As We Know It {Chapter One}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara's blogs! >> @tacmc.

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5 years later….

Nyx looked at his birthday cake and the lone candle that was lit atop the icing before looking up at Feyre with a confused expression on his beautiful, little face.

His mother laughed, quietly, before leaning forward and taking out the candle. She had just blown out the flame when Rhys barely pushed the cake closer to Nyx, who put his chubby, little hands smack-dab in the middle of the icing and dug in.

Everyone had come to celebrate, and even Nesta couldn’t stop her smile from showing. At least, she let it show when she was on the opposite end of the house from the one and only, and massively self-centered, Cassian Nazari.

Of course, he would be at Nyx’s first birthday party. He was Nyx’s uncle - maybe not by blood, not that blood mattered when it came to Cassian, Rhysand, and their other lifelong friend, Azriel.

He, too, stood across the kitchen, watching as Elain snapped picture after picture of the jubilant baby, the mess atop his high chair the largest Nesta had ever seen. She knew Elain was taking notes for their own daughter’s birthday party, though she was barely three months old.

Rhysand’s smile was as big as Feyre’s as they watched their son, listening as his giggles filled the kitchen. Nyx realized quickly that the cake was for him alone and after smashing it for a few moments, he lifted a large handful to his chubby face and took a bite. His eyes lit up and that started the giggling anew.

Nesta loved her nephew and niece, had loved him since the day they were born, but she didn’t envy her sisters and their happy families. Unlike them, she had remained perfectly content on her own, especially after the endless string of disaster dates she had been forced to sit through throughout the years.

And children? It wasn’t that Nesta disliked kids. Not all kids, at least. She loved her nephew and niece, anyway. Having one of her own, though? Having to be around one every day? Every night? Having to constantly try and make a tiny person content?

No, thank you. That was a challenge she had little interest in.

A deep rumbling laugh came from across the house and Nesta looked up to find Cassian entering the kitchen, still chuckling at something Mor had said.

As hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep her lip from curling slightly as she looked at him. It only infuriated her more when he caught sight of her as he raised his beer to his lips and winked.

He was absolutely insufferable.

After their catastrophe of a date years ago, which Nesta had made Feyre promise was a stunt she’d never pull again, she had only been forced to be around Cassian Nazari a handful of times.

One of which was during Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding, only months after their date.

“You only have to walk with him for thirty seconds,” Feyre had sighed, while Mor continued to pin and curl her hair into place. “You don’t have to be happy about it.”

“Good,” Nesta said, draining the glass of champagne in her hand. “Because I’m not.”

As Feyre’s maid-of-honor, it was customary that she was supposed to walk out of the wedding arm in arm with Rhysand’s best man. She wished that he’d picked Azriel, but since it seemed the Cauldron hated her, it had to be Cassian.

Elain, who was harboring the world’s most obvious crush on Azriel at the time, was thrilled with how they’d be exiting the wedding. Nevertheless, she said to Nesta, “I think you two got off on the wrong foot. He’s a really good guy, Nes.”

Nesta shot her youngest sister a look of pure annoyance through the mirror’s reflection. “Have any of you ever been on a date with the guy? And not only a date, but the worst date of your life?”

Feyre snorted, fully aware of where this conversation was headed. “No.”

“Then you have no room to talk,” Nesta snapped, admiring herself in the mirror. “Mother’s tits, Feyre, he wore jeans to the nicest restaurant in Velaris!”

“At least he didn’t wear his boots,” Mor muttered, then she caught Nesta’s glare in the mirror. “Really? He wore his boots?”

“He was dressed for an all-night, summer bonfire,” Nesta said, shaking her head. “And he’s completely full of himself. And, he forgot his wallet!”

“Not like you can’t afford dinner,” Feyre said, and Nesta’s lips snapped shut. She was fully aware that the conversation had somehow become a let’s-pick-on-Nesta session.

Feyre added, “You have to walk back down the aisle with him, share an entire table during dinner, and that’s it. No one is asking you to dance with him, but be nice.” Nesta met Feyre’s eyes, her jaw set. Feyre sighed, “Fine, be civil.”

She scoffed, but nodded. “Fine.”

The ceremony itself went off without a hitch. It was beautiful and elegant and the perfect wedding Rhys and Feyre had always wanted.

She ignored Cassian’s unending looks the whole night, managed to give her maid-of-honor speech without snarling at him, and after that, took advantage of the open bar her sister and new brother had so kindly provided.

She was coming out of the bathroom, a glass of wine still clutched in her hand, doing her best not to trip over her own feet when she walked into a wall.

A wall of solid muscle that turned out to be Cassian’s back.

When he turned around and she looked up at him, his eyes were nearly as glazed as hers.

“Hello, Nes,” he said, smirking down at her.

She bit out, “Don’t call me that.”

“That was a pretty, little speech you gave,” he said, leaning against the wall. “I know true love exists cause I’ve seen it first hand. Poetic.”

Nesta scoffed, brushing off the skirt of her dress as if he had tainted it. “Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t referring to you. I was talking about Feyre and Rhys, in case you thought otherwise.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” he promised. “Honestly, I didn’t think you were talking about anyone. Just some fluffy shit that sounded sweet. Unless it’s that guy that showed up at the restaurant and ruined our date. Oh, wait,” he began, tapping his chin as if in deep thought, “You dumped him though, right? Poor bastard.”

“You’re a prick,” Nesta bit out. She refrained from saying that Tomas hadn’t ruined their date. It was sad that seeing her ex was one the bright points of her night, rather than seeing the Greek god standing before her. The pretentious, cocky asshole of a Greek god.

He only grinned. “But am I a liar?”

Nesta’s jaw locked. She eyed his tux. “I’m just glad you decided to clean up for your own brother’s wedding. No jeans?”

He scoffed. “Is that the worst you’ve got?”

“Do you prefer me to give you my worst?” she asked, brows furrowing. “If so, you may want to be careful what you wish for.”

Cassian said nothing, just lifted the beer she hadn’t noticed in his hands to his lips.

Nesta rolled her eyes, brushing past him, and made a move to head back into the reception.

His voice called out behind her, “You don’t have to be such a miserable bitch, you know?”

She froze, looking back at him. He was no longer smirking at her. Instead, his eyes were intense. “Excuse you?”

“You’re so miserable that you won’t allow anyone else to have any fun, won’t allow yourself to either,” he said, still leaning against that damn wall. He crossed his arms over his muscular chest, his dress shirt tight and loose in all the right places. “You want everyone else to suffer, just because you’re forcing yourself to, for whatever reason.”

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” she bit out, stalking back over to him. She was so close she had to look up into his face.

“I don’t,” he said, words clipped. “I tried, but you didn’t seem very inclined to let me get to know you during our date. You were more concerned with my attire and your ex than you were with me. You thought all I wanted to do was fuck you.” His eyes, still glassy and glazed, dragged down her body and back up again. “Besides, you’ve got that damn stick shoved so far up your ass, there wouldn’t have been room for my cock even if I’d really even tried.”

A blink was Nesta’s only reaction. Then her hand was moving of its own accord, splashing her full glass of wine directly in his face and all over that pretty, white shirt.

“Go fuck yourself,” was all she’d said before she walked back into the ceremony, leaving him there to drip on the venue’s fancy carpet.

“Nesta!”

She blinked, Feyre’s voice drawing Nesta out of her memories, looking over at her sister. She stood next to Rhys and Elain, who had her camera in her hands, and Cassian stood behind Nyx’s high chair.

“I want a picture of him with his godparents, come here,” she beamed and Nesta tried not to cringe.

She had been so proud, her heart feeling like it would burst when Feyre and Rhys had asked her to be Nyx’s godmother. There was no hesitation when she said yes, tears lining her eyes as she’d hugged both her sister and brother-in-law.

She tried not to think about the fact that when they’d told her Cassian was his godfather, she nearly asked them to give the distinction to Elain.

But she hadn’t, wouldn’t. Despite what others, especially Cassian, thought of her… Nesta loved her nephew.

She loved her family.

With a sigh, Nesta meandered over to Nyx’s high chair. “Alright.”

“Closer,” Feyre ordered, gesturing Nesta to move in closer beside Cassian behind the high chair.

Nesta’s lips pursed but she took another step toward the boys for her sister’s sake.

“I’m not poisonous, Nesta,” Cassian muttered, smiling at the camera as he spoke. “You won’t burst into flames if we brush arms.”

“You’d be so lucky to brush arms with me,” she muttered back, hoping the smile she was giving her sister was convincing - and knowing full well that it wasn’t.

Without another word, Cassian tossed his arm around Nesta and said, “Cheeeeese!”

Nyx was giggling, looking up at his godparents behind him. There was so much joy and adoration in those big, beautiful eyes that Nesta didn’t have the heart to storm off, leaving Cassian in her dust, no matter how much she wanted to.

The camera’s flash went off and Nesta pushed Cassian’s arm off her shoulder.

The rest of the party was perfect. Feyre took Nyx up to the bathroom to clean him off, while Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian hauled his many gifts out into the living room. Feyre opened them one by one, despite everyone knowing Nyx had no clue what was going on, though he did clap his chubby little hands and giggle at a few particular items. Nesta stood off to the side with Elain, holding a milk-drunk, sleepy Seph in her arms.

Azriel and Elain’s little girl had been a surprise, neither of them planning on Elain getting pregnant so soon after they got married. They both fell into the role of parents so seamlessly though, that Nesta knew another baby would be in their near future. They adored the baby girl, and she was the most perfect baby Nesta had ever seen.

Persephone hardly cried, only doing so when she was hungry or needed to be changed, and once whatever wrong was taken care of, she became a happy, smiley baby again.

Nyx, on the other hand, had been a hellion as a baby.

Which was to be expected, considering who his father was. Although responsible when necessary, Rhysand was just as much of a madman as Cassian...especially when infused with alcohol.

“You look good with a baby,” Elain crooned from beside her sister.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “You can keep trying to push me down the marriage-baby road, but I just won’t take it. Wasting your time.”

Elain sighed, dramatically, with that little grin remaining on her soft pink lips. “As long as you stay such a good auntie, I suppose I can’t complain.”

Nesta looked down at the sweet, sleeping infant in her arms. She didn’t mind those little snuggles.

She did mind the diaper blowouts, constant spit-ups, and loud crying, though. That’s usually when she gave Seph back to her parents and blissfully enjoyed her independent life.

Feyre gasped and Nesta looked up. She was holding a little guitar that had Nyx’s name and the night sky engraved into the dark-stained wood.

Nesta’s eyes snapped to Cassian.

Cassian smiled, fondly, at Feyre. “I know he won’t be able to start messing with it for another few years, but I couldn't help myself.”

“He made that himself, you know.” Nesta’s eyes shot to Elain, who was watching the scene before them. She whispered again, “He doesn’t do it for a living, of course, but it’s a hobby of his, making guitars. He’s really good.”

She blinked, the information catching her off guard for whatever reason. But all she said was, “That’s nice.”

She spent the rest of the afternoon, ignoring the man as much as she could, as she always did. But as the guests began to dwindle, as Nyx and Seph went down for their naps, the three sisters gathered in the living room, while Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian went out back to inspect the small jungle gym Rhys was building for Nyx. Again, he was too young to use most of it, but the tiny swing and slide would be hours of fun for the little man.

Feyre brought two cups of coffee out to her sisters before collapsing next to Elain on the couch. “That could not have gone better if we tried.”

Nesta leveled her a look and raised an eyebrow.. “If we tried? You had a minute-by-minute itinerary for a one-year-old’s birthday.”

“Everything was perfect,” Elain smiled, cutting off Nesta, blowing on her coffee gently. “Nyx had a good time, neither he nor Seph had a blow-up, Cassian and Nesta managed to be in the same room without stabbing each other. All in all, a good day.”

Nesta rolled her eyes before throwing a vulgar gesture towards her sisters, who were both laughing.

“Fine, new subject,” Feyre grinned. “Oh! Before I forget, Rhys and I are going out of town for our anniversary in a few weeks. I was hoping you could watch Nyx for a few days.”

It took Nesta a moment to realize that Feyre was talking to her. She froze, having been blowing on her own hot coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”

Feyre laughed, quietly. “I was hoping that you could watch Nyx while Rhys and I go away for a long weekend. We’re going to the mountains for our anniversary. To his family’s cabin.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” Elain said, looking at Nesta.

Who blinked, having only unfrozen to set her coffee down on the table between them. “You want me…to watch Nyx…for the weekend? Alone? By myself? Just me and him?”

“That’s what I was hoping for, yeah,” Feyre said, nodding as she sipped from her cup. “You can come here, where all of his stuff is in one place, and make yourself at home.” She shrugged. “I’ll leave money for takeout and the key to the wine cabinet.”

Nesta hesitated. “I’ve only babysat Nyx a couple of times…all for, like, an hour each.”

“It will be fine,” she said, a genuine smile on her face. “It will only be three nights, really. We’ll leave after work on Thursday and be home Sunday evening.”

Nesta stammered and shook her head. “I have to work on Friday, the restaurant-.”

“I’ll keep him during the day on Friday,” Elain offered. “I don’t have any shoots that day, so he can spend the day with me and Seph.”

“You could keep him the whole weekend,” Nesta tried, looking at her younger sister hopefully.

“Seph is enough of a handful,” she chuckled, glancing at Feyre, who was nodding as well. “I don’t think I can handle two at once for an entire weekend.”

“Please, Nes,” Feyre said, drawing her eldest sister’s eyes to her. “I know you can do it and it would be nice for you to spend some time together, just you two.”

“And you can call me, if you need anything,” Elain added.

Nesta looked from Feyre to Elain. “You two already planned this.” They at least had the wherewithal to look guilty. She sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “Fine. But I’ll probably end up calling both of you every thirty seconds.”

“I can work with that,” Feyre said, just as Elain said, “Then it’s settled!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nesta snorted, shaking her head. “But, I hope you know that I wouldn’t do this for anybody else.”

“Oh, I know,” Feyre grinned, “which is what makes you such a wonderful, wonderful big sister.”

“I am pretty damn wonderful,” Nesta agreed, grinning as she sipped from her mug.

As she drank, she peeked out the window, where the boys were putting together the playset. Once she did, only one thing caught her eye.

Cassian was already watching her.

And when he caught her gaze, that stupid little, cocky-ass grin appeared.

She hated that grin, hated it with every ounce of her being.

And she wouldn’t feel bad for it, no matter how much her sisters adored the guy.

She hated him, hated Cassian Nazari.

And she always would.

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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Whatever Katsuki Wants - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, violence, blood, cursing, lowkey little yandere Bakugou, smut, toxic relationship

Request: can I get Bakugou comes across a criminal on one of his bad days and he goes straight feral with an insane satisfied smile as he beats the shit out of them till they die. (Dark Ik, sorry😂) but as he beats the man, a video is taken of the scene and instead of posting it the anonymous person sent it to quirkless!FemaleReader. How would that play out?

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Fucking hell!”

Bakugou ran through the dark city chasing an annoying ass criminal. It wasn’t even a villain per say, more like a petty thief wanting to ruin someone’s day. His day. Now usually, the number 2 hero wouldn’t be pursuing this type of crime, but the damn prick ran into a bank, held hostages, and got away with over 5 grand.

The pro was already have a pissy day from the second he woke up. He couldn’t wake up next to his Teddy Bear because you had to visit your parents for something that started before even Katsuki had to wake up, then he burned his breakfast because a damn bird flew into the kitchen window, he was late to work and got put on night patrol, he probably wouldn’t get to see you when he got home before you knocked out because you also had a night shift, and now this.

Every second that passed caused his damn blood to boil. He was mad at....well, existence. Not his, just existence in general. For everything. He was so close to catching this damn bastard that when he finally pounced the guy, he didn’t realize there were footsteps coming his way.

Bakugou pinned the criminal to the ground in an alleyway and completely disregarded his quirk. He needed to take his anger out on something and this poor man happened to be in his grip. Bakugou threw punch after punch, kicked the man in his stomach until he coughed up blood, he stomped on the man’s head, threw him against a wall, etc. He ended it with a strong and fiery blast at the unconscious body. Finally, after 2 minutes of silence, Bakugou began to sinisterly laugh. A psychotic laugh with a crazed look in his eye. He was hunched over with his arms loose as he walked towards the dead man, picking him up by his skull.

“Sorry buddy, you caught me on a bad day,” he laughed out and whispered into the lifeless body’s ear. He threw the body into a pile of trash cans before walking out of the alleyway. When he turned the corner, he took notice of a trembling civilian, holding a camera at him. “The hell?! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT DAMN CAMERA?!”

Bakugou barked at the random person with devil eyes before sending a blast to the phone. The person ran away screaming, pissed at the hero for doing that. To be petty, the “extra” (as Bakugou would say) wanted this video to be exposed. Not to the media, this person wasn’t cruel enough to destroy someone else’s career, but he wanted to send it to someone to have the hero learn a lesson.

Now it was no secret that the pro was in a relationship. In an article, it was revealed that the two of you had been together for the past 4 years. With that in mind, the damn hacker found Dynamight’s longtime girlfriend’s number and sent the video her way.

—

At Bakugou’s nice home, his perfect little oblivious girlfriend hummed a tune to herself as she made some spicy curry for her precious Suki. Now it’s not that Y/N was dumb. She was actually very intelligent. But when it came to Katsuki, she was just a cute little “housewife” that loved him.

Flashback

When Bakugou first met you in the grocery market, he couldn’t help but notice your tiny but voluptuous figure, you were struggling to reach a box of cereal until Katsuki came along and helped.

“Here you go, Short Stack. Maybe next time you should ask your mommy to help you reach the high shelves.” He teased with a wink to the nickname.

You looked at the handsome blonde with a blush at first sight but when he teased you, your blush grew more ferocious with a pout and pointed brows. “I don’t need my mom to help me in the grocery store. I’m 22 for God’s sake!” You said, reaching for the box that he now held over his head.

“Hm, woulda said 17.” He teased again. You ignored his jokes and jumped to reach the box and take it out of his hands. You failed multiple times and he still stood tall with a smirk as he looked down at you.

‘Now she’s fucking cute’ he thought to himself. His eyes traveled down to your busty hips and tiny waist, then taking notice of the way your chest bounced around when you jumped and reached for the cereal. ‘Pretty damn sexy too.’

“C’mon little bear. You can do it.” He said with a shit eating grin. You pouted some more and stomped your foot before coming to a realization and began smirking. You dropped to the floor and swooped your legs to kick at his ankles and made him drop to the floor. As he fell, he let go of the box and you caught it midway before turning your back to him. Usually, Bakugou would be a little pissed, but his anger died down at the sight of your juicy ass.

“Yes!” You cheered.

“Woah..” Bakugou said in a trance. You turned to him with a confused look before he quickly hid it with a scowl. You giggled at his place on the floor and stuck out your hand to help him up.

“Sorry, but maybe you should’ve just given me my cereal. Anyway, thanks for the ‘help’ I guess..uh..” you asked, hinting for his name.

“Bakugou.” He answered and you nodded and gave a soft smile before speaking.

“Bakugou.” You said, finishing your previous sentence. “Well, I’ll be off now,”

You began to walk away but felt Bakugou tug on your arm. You looked back at him with another confused look but was only met with a cute smirk.

“Hey, I helped you with that cereal, the least you could do is give me the pretty girl’s name.” He said. You blushed a bit more before giving him a dumb look.

“Who? Me?” You teased.

“Nooo, the old hag at the cash register,” he joked. You both laughed at his comment as you settled with his hold on you, not minding the contact at all.

“Y/N L/N.” You said.

“Alright Y/N L/N, was nice meeting you.” He said with his hands in his pockets while holding a smile. A real smile and not a smirk.

“I know.” You said with a cocky smile that he could only chuckle at. “Was nice meeting you too Bakugou. I’ll see you around,” you said walking away with a waving hand.

As you walked, Bakugou couldn’t help but admire your curvy body and drool at the sight. He didn’t know what it was but something was pulling him to you. He wanted you. He needed you. That little interaction was not enough. It’s not even that he wanted to fuck. Sure you had a banging body, but your playful self caught his interest. He wanted your mind, body, and soul. He wanted to make you his.

Through the help of technology and his access to police files and hero reports, he was able to find your name, address, where you worked, and all that. He worked hard to “coincidentally” run into you constantly, up until the point where you two became quite acquainted. You eventually asked him to hang out (as friends) and that’s where the relationship grew. A few months had passed before Bakugou successfully asked you on a date, and that’s when you both found love within each other. Or more so, you found love in him. He loved you at first sight and he knew it for a fact.

After a year of dating, Bakugou asked you to move in with him and you of course said yes. Once settled in, he worked even harder to constantly fuck you stupid, break you down but build you up at the same time. He made it clear he was in charge and you were his little toy. A toy he loved with his entire being, but still a toy.

You became his dumb little girl. You had a job but Katsuki encouraged you to not work so much. “I don’t want you to raise a finger pretty girl. Just let Daddy take care of you,” he would say as he bounced you on his cock.

You had a little dance hobby that Katsuki also encouraged you to take a break from. “You don’t need to put on a show for anybody else but me, Princess. Daddy’ll give you all the attention you want.” He’d say as he kissed your cheek and finger you in front of a mirror.

You used to have friends before Bakugou found out they were trying to warn you of his abrasive behavior. Growing pissed at that, he convinced you they were against you and were no good for you.

“Those little friends of yours could never make you feel as good as I do, baby. They’re no good for you. They just want us to be apart. They’re jealous. They want you to leave me, but you don’t want that, right princess?”

“N-No daddy!”

“That’s right princess. You definitely don’t wanna leave me. Because no would could take care of you like I do, right? No one could. Nobody but me,” he would say as he pounded into you and whispered in your ear.

Eventually, Katsuki became your whole life. You would work one day a week so that you had more time for Katsuki. You would wake up next to him and cuddle with him until he had to leave for work. You would clean the house and cook for him, and you would wait for him to come home during the late hours of the night so you could smother him with love. Often times, you guys would fuck. Matter of fact, the day you first moved in, you Christened every place and piece of furniture in his house. It was the same routine that you learned to love. Wake up, cuddle, clean, cook, love, fuck.

Being Katsuki’s precious dumb baby girl, he couldn’t let his baby bear see all the damage he does as a hero. Oh no, that would scare you way too much. Your precious little self wouldn’t be able to handle it. He would tell you he was a pro hero, the number 2 hero, saving lives, and he was satisfied every time he saw the sparkle in your eyes as you looked at your hero boyfriend with a proud look. He never told you about the dark side of hero work though. The bloodshed, the kills, the deaths. Horrid things your sweet baby mind wouldn’t be able to take. He would keep his princess oblivious to the terrible things he has to do as a hero and you being his dumb little bear listened when he said you wouldn’t be able to find any videos of him. Why bother to check if he was right? Your Katsuki would never lie to you. He would never do wrong by you. All and all, Katsuki can’t risk her getting scared and leaving.

That was until....

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Ding!

You were busy finishing up dinner when your phone went off. You looked down to the screen to see a random number had sent you a video. From the preview of the video on the banner, you took notice of that easily recognizable tuff of spiky blonde hair. You grew excited at the small sight of your boyfriend and swooned before you watched the video.

After you pressed play, your smile remained as you watched your boyfriend. However, as the video went on, your smile slowly dropped and became replaced with an open mouth. Your eyes became filled with fear as you watched your “sweet” boyfriend ruthlessly murder a man in an alleyway. You listened to his crazy laugh and felt your heart skip a few beats. Your mouth became dry and your palms grew sweaty as the video continued to install fear in you. Finally, your boyfriend threw the dead body into a pile of trash cans before you saw him look to the camera with those eyes. Those ruby gems that you used to love turned into blood drops as he gave the camera a scary glare. He barked at the man behind the camera before aiming a blast his way. The blast came at the camera and made you jump as it felt like the attack was going to hit you. You flinched and dropped your phone as the video finished and your breath grew heavy as you began to sweat and look around.

You immediately ran to your shared bedroom and pulled out your laptop. Katsuki always said you would never find anything about Dynamight online, but all you had to do was type in his name to find multiple videos of his deathly battles. You watched countless recordings of him mercilessly killing people left and right with his quirk and bare hands. Your body began to shake as your pupils dilated with fear. After a terribly gruesome fight video, you threw your device aside in fear and ran into the living room. You settled the slightest bit before growing nervous once more. All around the house were pictures of you and Katsuki. He was everywhere in the house. And those dangerously red eyes followed you everywhere. You began to hyperventilate until the sound of jingling keys invaded your ears.

You looked at the door in fear and after a few seconds, the main man walked in. Katsuki Bakugou. He seemed exhausted but once he took sight of you, he visibly became at ease.

—

Bakugou walked into the door, pissed off and tired as fuck. Luckily, that all changed when he noticed his precious Teddy Bear in the living room. He assumed you came to greet him again like you always did and he smiled at that.

“K-Katsuki! Hi..” you nervously said but Bakugou was too intoxicated with you to even notice. He walked to you with a smile and wrapped his arms around your waist before peppering your face in sweet kisses. You flinched due to his touch but Bakugou just assumed it was because of his stronger caramel scent. He did use his quirk a lot today after all.

“Hi baby,” he said. He didn’t stop his kisses as he spoke in between them. “Had such a bad day this mornin’.....was so upset......missed you a lot baby...did you miss me?”

“Mm..y-yes.” You once again said in fear. You definitely missed him throughout the day, but now with this new information, you wanted nothing more than to get away from him. Bakugou moved his kisses to your lips and placed a long, loving one on you. He had his eyes shut and so did you, but his were shut in content and yours were scrunched in fear. The entire time, you could feel your rapid heart rate pulse all throughout your body.

Bakugou started a heavy make out session with you as his hands traveled to the swell of your ass and gave it a grip and smack. He spoke to you throughout the kiss and kept his lips hovering when he spoke before diving right back into it. “Not my best day today......but you can make it better, right baby.....you wanna help Daddy feel better?”

“Mm!” You didn’t say yes but you couldn’t say no either. You didn’t know how to. Not when it came to Katsuki. At the cute little sound, Bakugou picked you up and placed you down on the couch, too eager to dive into you right away.

He placed you on the wide couch and began grabbing at your body. Your tiny waist, your curvy hips, your pretty titties. That was when he finally felt you tense up. A few nervous thoughts infiltrated his mind. Did you not want this? You never said no to him though. What was going on? He pushed those thoughts away as he continued. Maybe you were just extra sensitive today. Things were starting to change when he moved his hand down into your panties and you tried to squirm away from him.

“Baby?” He asked you as he separated from your lips and gave you a confused puppy look. He finally took notice of your nervousness and looked at you with worry. “You okay, princess?”

“Umm, yeah! I’m-..I’m okay it’s just, you don’t wanna take a shower before we do anything?” You asked as an excuse. Bakugou chuckled and a few of his nerves began to settle.

“C’mon princess, I know I just got off of work but it’s always just smoke and caramel with me. Besides you love it, I know you do.” He said and smirked as he began to lick at your neck. You nervously laugh and pushed on his chest to back him up.

“Aha, yeah, but don’t you wanna be a little more comfortable?” You asked again.

“I’m already comfortable right here. If anything, I’d be really comfortable if we were both bare already.” He said against your neck again. You pushed him off again and placed a soft hand on his cheek while giving him the sweetest smile as you spoke.

“Please love, for me?” You asked. You watched as Bakugou gave an exasperated sigh with a smile and roll of his eyes before leaning down and giving you a sweet peck.

“For you.” He said before pecking your cheek. “Everything for you, baby.” He said and finally got up to go wash up.

Once he was out of sight you released a relieved sigh. With him gone, you felt yourself began to shake again as you crowded into a corner on the couch and held yourself. You covered your mouth as you began to silently cry and sob. That-..that killer was so close to you. He was pressed against you. His once loving and comforting presence now became dangerous and scary. You didn’t know if you could take it.

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As Katsuki walked up the stairs to the master bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel the nerves begin to bubble back up again. Why were you acting so...disobedient? It kind of irritated the blonde but he settled nonetheless. Maybe you were just having an off day. Bakugou walked right into the room and went straight for the shower after tossing his phone on the bed. The sooner he washed up, the sooner he could get to ravish you. He was quickly in and out of the shower and once he went back into the room, he threw on a pair of Gray sweats. Before leaving, Bakugou went to grab his phone but noticed your laptop opened. He looked to the screen in curiosity and felt his heart drop to his stomach once he saw what he did.

‘PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT’S MOST LETHAL ATTACKS’ was the video you were watching. Bakugou took notice of the setting and remembered that battle. The battle where he grabbed a villain by their neck and blasted off into the sky before using an explosion to hurl them down to the ground again, killing them in the end.

Why the hell were you watching this? How the hell did you find this?! Why did you even think of looking for this video?! Bakugou felt his heart rate increase as his breath became huffs of frustration. His eyes grew fierce as he grabbed the laptop and ran downstairs. Once he walked in, he saw you cornered in the couch, hugging your knees with your head down. “Y/N!”

You immediately looked up when your boyfriend called your name. He finally saw your teary eyes and feared face when you looked to him. Then it finally clicked. This is why you were acting so off. You found him. You found the other side of him. The Katsuki you knew was sweet, teasing, loving, and a romantic. The Katsuki he hid from you was ruthless, violent, feral, and borderline insane. And you were acting off because you finally found out.

“Mind telling me what the fuck this is?!” He shouted. Now this wouldn’t be the first time Katsuki’s yelled at you. While he was in the process of breaking you down, he had to yell to let you know who was in charge. It’s not like he was heartless though, he hated it every time you forced his hand and made him yell at you. He felt so guilty and made sure to cater to your every need after he would freak out on you. Thankfully, you were a quick learner and it’s been years since you’ve gotten reprimanded by him.

You stood to your feet to try and defend yourself and get a grip. “K-Katsuki! I-..I swear it’s nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!”

“You’re gonna fucking lie to me now, Y/N?! Why the hell did you go and look for this video?” He fiercely asked. You remained silent as you were terrified and just trembled at you chewed at your lip. “ANSWER ME!”

“I-...Someone-..Somebody sent me a video...of you...and what you did tonight.” You hesitantly said. Bakugou slammed to your laptop shut and threw it to a wall, destroying it in the process.

“Show me the video.” He demanded. You were still shaking as you looked to him in fear and shock at what he just did. “NOW!”

You scrambled to get your phone and give it to Katsuki. He watched the video with a numb expression but his grip on the phone gave away all his emotions of anger and fury. Once the video was done, he looked at you with an insane smirk. You stared at him in fear as you watched his every move and right then and there he crushed your phone in his hand.

“K-Katsuki!” You shouted as you looked to your now destroyed devices. He dusted off his hands and walked to you. You tensed up at his approach and when he raised a hand to cup your cheek gently, he felt the way you shook in extreme terror.

“It’s okay, baby. You can tell me whatever you’re thinking right now. I won’t get mad.” He softly said with a smile. He was so close to you now. His hand was caressing your face oh so sweetly that it made you believe him the slightest bit. You don’t know if it was love or fear that caused you to tell him but you did.

“I-..I’m..I’m scared of you Katsuki.” You said with tears in your eyes. Katsuki just continued to softly stroke your face with his gentle smile as he nodded his head and encouraged you to go on. “You didn’t tell me..about anything of that. You told me you saved people..but you were..killing them.”

“It’s how I have to save people baby. People who become too dangerous need to be put down. It’s my job baby, you understand, don’t you?” He asked with his gentle tone. You shook your head as he still held it softly.

“No..I- I don’t.” You looked at Katsuki with hurt eyes and you took a small breath before you boldy said the next words. “I-..I think we should take a break.”

At that, Katsuki tensed up again. His eyes went wide for a second and his smile dropped before he shook his head and the kind eyes and warm smile returned. He stared at you for what felt like forever before his sweet face turned into a scary look and his hand quickly wrapped around your neck to put you into a small choke hold. Bakugou flipped you onto the couch and pinned you there. You began to scream and squirm but he covered your mouth and held you down with his legs to keep you steady.

“Careful Teddy Bear,” he said with a maniacal look, “shout and scream too much and you might just lose your breath,” he said and tightened his hold the slightest bit. “And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

You began to silently sob as his hand covered your mouth and you stopped moving under his hold. You nodded your head as tears began to spill down your face. Katsuki pouted at you before leaning down to lick away a tear. “Awe, don’t cry baby. There’s nothing to be scared off.”

At his words, your eyes grew angry and you bit his hand to remove it. He shouted at the bite and removed his hand as he looked down at you in anger. “You! That’s what I’m scared of Katsuki!” You said with anger and sadness.

Bakugou didn’t take too kindly to that and clenched his fist before he smacked your face. Your head turned to the side at the hard slap as you gasped at the contact. Bakugou grabbed your face with his large hand and made you face him.

“Dirty fucking bitch. You fucking love getting smacked by me don’t you?” He said with a crazed look. “Listen to me very carefully Y/N. I’ve loved you since I first laid my fucking eyes on you. So you’re not allowed to leave me. Understand?” He asked. You began to squirm again and he smacked you again to get you to stop. “ENOUGH OF THAT! You’re not leaving me Y/N. If you run, I’ll find you again the same way I did in the beginning. If you hit me, I’ll have to punish you. You remember all your punishments, don’t you? So stop fighting it. You love me and I love you. We’re not splitting up.”

You narrowed your eyes at Bakugou before spitting on his face. His eyes grew feral as his hold returned to your neck to give it a squeeze. You could still breath..but barely. “Answer me this baby. Answer wrong though and I’ll do what has to be done. Do you want to leave me?”

You looked at his eyes to find any hints of danger. Sadly, everything about this whole situation screamed danger. You still had love for Katsuki, you knew you did, but this was a whole different level. You didn’t know who this was. “.....Yes.”

“Wrong answer.”

With that, Bakugou began to rip your clothes off along with his own. You watched in fear as he did everything. The entire time, he had this excited grin on his face with insane eyes.

“K-Katsuki! What are yo-“ before you could finish, Bakugou had taken your panties and used them as a gag for you. He shoved them in your mouth and you made muffled sounds. You were both now completely bare on the couch, just like he wanted when he first came home.

“Relax baby,” he said before kissing your cheek softly as he pulled you to him. “I’m gonna make you feel so good..I’m gonna do something so nice that you’ll never want to leave.”

You shook your head with tears in your eyes. You tried push him away but he pulled your hands down. “Stop that. I’m not a heartless monster baby. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head in the couch. Both your tiny hands were able to be held by his one giant palm as his other hand traveled to your lower region and began rubbing soft circles on your clit. You arched your back at the pleasant feeling. As much as you didn’t want this, as much as you wanted to run away and leave, your body couldn’t deny the pleasure he gave you. He knew you inside and out. He was able to break you from a single touch.

“Feel good?” He asked with a smirk. You shook your head in disagreement. His smirk fell into a determined frown. He knew you didn’t want this now but he would make sure you would soon enough. His movements picked up speed and your legs began to shake. Katsuki finally shoved two fingers in, causing you to shriek with the muffled sound.

His pumps gave no hesitation with their speed as they went in hard and fast. You were practically screaming behind the panties once he gave in another 2 fingers. His thumb played with your clit as he continued to whisper dirty things into your ear.

“My little slut really thought she could leave me? Huh? Cant you hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making. Your mouth may say you don’t want me but your mind and body says otherwise.” With that he slipped in his thumb and you’ve never felt so full. You had his entire fist pumping in and out of you as your felt your legs growing weak. “Fuck baby, look at you. Taking my fist so well. Feel good? Feel full? Hm?”

This time, you moaned in agreement. You couldn’t help it. This was going to be your last time with Katsuki, might as well make it last. However, that was never Bakugou’s plan, no. He loves you too much to let you go. You aren’t leaving him and he’s making sure of it.

As he continued, he felt you tighten around his fist. He smiled once again and sped up his movements. “C’mon baby, let me hear you.” He leaned down and pulled the panties out of your mouth with his teeth. He tossed them aside and allowed you to voice your thoughts.

“F-Fuck Katsuki! M-More! Please!” You begged. He only looked down at you with wide eyes and a grin.

“More? What more could I give you baby?” He said, leaving down to you. “Tell me what you want Y/N.”

“I-...I-“

“You- you- you what teddy bear? Tell me. Do you want..me to stop?” He teased.

“N-No!” You cried out.

“Do you want me to slow down?” He asked.

“No!”

“Then? What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Mm! I- I want you to fuck me Katsuki! Please! Fuck me with your cock!” You cried out and Bakugou’s fist came to a stop.

“Good girl.” He then pulled out his fist and quickly replaced it with his dick. You both cried out in euphoria. He wasted no time in ramming into you, using a quick speed. He held onto your hips as you velvet walls swallowed him in. “S-Shit baby! Fuck, after all that you’re still so- fuck! So fucking tight.”

His fingertips had a grip on your hips that was sure to leave bruises. The way he was pounding into you caused your breast to bounce and dance right in front of him. Not that it wasn’t anything Katsuki hasn’t seen before, but it’s the fact that he loves the scene so much. He licked his lips at the sight of your voluptuous mounds before taking one into his mouth. The feeling of his teeth sinking in had you gasping and your hands found way into his hair, pulling him in closer.

“K-Katsuki!” You cried out. He smirked at the sound and released you from his mouth.

“You don’t even know how good you look. How good you will look when I knock you up and fill you with my kids.” He said against your bare skin. This made your eyes pop as you looked at him in fear.

“W-what?! No! Katsuki! Please, I don’t want thi-“

“Shut the fuck up!” He screamed over you. He placed his hand around your neck as his cock completely took over you. “Yes you do! Don’t you remember baby? You always talked about starting a family with me. Now you can have it!”

“K-Katsuki..please! Please stop, this is rape!” You urgently whimpered. Bakugou merely ignored your cry as he continued his motions.

“I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP! It’s not rape if you enjoy it baby.” He said in response. He continued to touch you in the dirtiest of ways, bringing quiet moans out of you no matter how hard you tried to fight it.

“No! I don’t want it anymore! I don’t want you Katsuki!” You cried. Tears now flowed down your face in fear. You’ve always wanted a family with him. But that was before you knew how he truly was. Your words only angered Katsuki and so he punished you with a harsh smack to the face. Your head turned to the side as you gasped at the stinging feeling that almost felt like pleasure in a way.

“I’m gonna give you brat, and you’re gonna stay. You’re gonna stay with me and we’re gonna be a happy family! Because I love you and I know you love me.” He said. Your legs were growing weak as his relentless thrusts never stopped.

“P-Please. Please, I’ll stay. But I don’t want this. Not now.” You whimpered. At your soft voice, Bakugou slowed down the pace but his hard thrusts continued.

“Sorry baby, but I want this. I’ve spoiled you for too long. I give you everything under the sun and you reward me by trying to leave. Especially over such a small instance? I don’t think so. The least you could do for me is give me the family I want with you. Don’t you agree?” He sweetly said with malice intent.

You only continued your whimpers as you allowed him to do as he pleased. You weren’t getting out of this. Katsuki gets whatever Katsuki wants. If he wanted to fuck his child into you, he was going to do so, one way or another. Katsuki allowed his moans to fill the room as the once sweet sound of skin slapping grew louder and louder, coming faster and faster. Eventually, you reached your release and even squirted all over Katsuki’s chest. He very much enjoyed that and it brought him closer to his climax. He kept to his word and filled you up to the brim. You both threw your head backs and cried out in ecstasy.

Once he was done, Katsuki remained inside of you as he laid on top of you. He peppered your face in kisses as you continued to make soft sounds. You both remained on the couch for some time before he pulled out and walked to the kitchen to get a rag and clean you and himself up. Once done, he picked you up and brought you to the bedroom where he placed you down under the sheets and joined you. He cuddled with you in bed feeling happy and joyous while your head was stuck in thought.

‘If his plan worked, I’ll be a mother soon. There’ll be a baby growing inside of me.’ You silently thought. Bakugou snapped you out of your thoughts with a kiss on your lips before he began speaking.

“..I know what you saw on the footage was scary, but that’s not the only part of me. I’ve shown you every other me. The me that loves you and wants to be with you forever, Y/N.” He said and picked up your hand to give your knuckles a kiss.

“....I understand that your job isn’t the purest. I understand that sometimes, a life will be lost. But the video that was sent to me, showed you killing a petty robber. You took it too far.” You argued quietly.

“Tch. Whatever. He deserved it anyway-“

“And it’s not only that, but you’re the reason why I have no friends, no job, no money, no family, no nothing. In the beginning, it was amazing because I thought I knew you. But now, I’m just scared of you Katsuki and I have no one else to go to.” You began to get choked up. This was the man you loved but you felt like you didn’t know him anymore. Right now, in your eyes, he was a killer. A scary monster.

“If you left me, who would you go to baby? You’re absolutely right. You have no friends. No job. No home. You have nobody but me. You need me. Say it.” He demanded. You remained quiet to rebel against his wishes until he took hold of your face and squeezed it tight. To stop the pain, you forced the words out.

“I-...I need you!” With that, he released his hold on you and his hand rested on your cheek. He stared into your eyes and you looked at him with the sad and confused look you had on ever since he came home.

“I love you Y/N. Do you still love me?” He asked.

“......I do.” You said. A smile grew on his face.

“Then we can make this work,” he said and pulled you into his chest, holding you tight. You whimpered into his chest but nonetheless held onto him tight as well. You did love him. You knew you did. But you didn’t love who he truly was. Or at least, what part of him was. A killer. A murderer.

He was right though. You had nowhere else to go. Katsuki really was your everything. And so, you were going to allow this relationship to go on. His child will come from you and you will start a family with him. Whether you want it to happen or not. As long as he wants it, it’ll happen.

Whatever Katsuki wants.

A/N: THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED AND HORRIBLE! IM SORRY!

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