#heyo sir writes a thing

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Heyo, I was wondering if you could write a medic x reader who’s a psychologist? Basically they were someone else’s(probably scouts) therapist and when medic officially meets them he just falls head over heels.

Of course! This was fun to write! Sorry it took too long though.

A Bit Crazy (Medic x Psychologist! Reader) Tf2 x Reader One shot

As Jeremy’s therapist, it was my job to help him out the best I could. I recently became a therapist. The first thing I did was buy an office above one of Teufort’s corner grocery stores. Jeremy was my first and only patient. I was still new to the job. I wanted to know more about his issues and decided to visit his workplace, which seemed to be the source of most issues. I thought it was a good idea. I was very incorrect. I wasn’t expecting his workplace  to be a battlefield. I guess that’s why he had so many issues. The moment I stepped into the base, I felt the chaos radiating. I did get the feeling someone was watching me the very moment I stepped into the base. 

“Welcome to my home,” Jeremy said, opening the door for me. There was a gravelly scream erupting from the kitchen, followed by the explosion of an oven. I gripped my clipboard. This wasn’t the most suitable home to be living in. There was no order or sense of sanity. “Let me take you to the room you’ll be staying in.” I followed Jeremy through the hallway. My eyes glanced around, catching every little detail about this place. There was blood smeared over a pair of doors as well as bird poop and feathers. What kind of crazy psychopath lived there? The door slammed open. A man with feathers ruffled throughout his dark hair fell past the doors and onto the ground. A few doves flew out.

“Eh, are you alright, sir?” I asked.

“Bad idea,” Jeremy whispered. “If you thought I had problems, just wait until you meet Medic. He’s a loose cannon.” Jeremy took off in a sprint. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Sir, are you alright?” I asked again. The man lifted his head up from the floor. He stood up and dusted the feathers out of his hair.

“Did I do it?” he asked. “Did I make it?” What was he rambling about? He patted down his chest and stomach. “Just wondering, is this heaven?” he asked.  “I was expecting more angelic beings, like you, and Tom Jones.” Did he call me an angelic being? Impossible. I was human. I haven’t died just yet.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” I replied. “May I ask what you’re rambling about?” The man smiled. His grin seemed a bit off, like he was insane. Maybe because of this workplace, he was indeed insane.

“I attempted to reach heaven,” he said. “I need to talk to the man in charge about my soul, er, souls. I’m running out and I owe someone else a big debt.” Processing this hurt my brain. What was he talking about? “Hmm, are you sure you’re not an angel?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Sorry sir, I’m not,” I replied. “I’m Jeremy’s therapist. I’m here to help him out.”

“C’mon doc, I’ve gotta show you your room!” Jeremy shouted. His yell echoed through the hallway.

“It seems there’s two doctors in the house,” the man said, grinning. “I’m a doctor as well. It’s a pleasure to meet someone as darling as you.” The compliment sent my heart pounding. He held out his hand, which was drenched in blood. I gasped. The sight was horrifying! But I didn’t say anything at all. I grinned sheepishly and scurried away without a word. “I’ll be seeing you then!” the doctor cried out.

*>/<*

The doctor would not leave me alone. He would sit close to me during meal times and try to hold my hand. Medic would bring me the strangest gifts, like bonesaws or bird feathers.. I was not that kind of doctor. He had to be dragged off to his job by his friend, the Heavy weapons guy. It was quite funny to hear his friends scold him like he was a child. I stayed in the base while Jeremy and his teammates left to do their work as mercenaries. I did not know that until recently. Then again, Jeremy was keeping secrets from me. I planned to spend a few more days before leaving. This household, if you could even call it that, was driving me a bit crazy. There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I asked. My eyes never left the pages of the book I was reading. The door opened and Medic popped his head in, with a big grin on his face.

“Are you available?” he asked. I looked at the clock on my stand. It was only five in the evening. I hadn’t done anything all day and I wasn’t going to let the evening be wasted. I closed the book.

“What do you have planned for tonight?” I asked. The doctor’s grin grew larger.

“Just wait and see,” he said. “You won’t regret it!”

*>/<*

I did regret it. I held a shovel in my hand, watching Medic dig up a grave. For what reason was he doing this? This was illegal! I tapped my fingers against the handle. Dirt was thrown upon the pile Medic dug up. He hummed happily, smiling all the way. His smile was a bit cute. I wasn’t afraid to think that, but it caught me off guard that I was thinking about Medic like that. Medic was watching me from the corner of his eye. He stuck the edge of the shovel in the ground and rested his arms on the handle. “May I ask what keeps you deep in thought?” he said. I blushed, breaking eye contact with him. Medic laughed and continued to dig.

“I have no idea what you mean,” I replied.

“I saw you staring at me,” he said. “Did I have something on my face?”

“No,” I said. “I was lost in thought.” Medic pulled out a white bone from the dirt. He held it gingerly. “Ew,” I said, shrinking back from the bone. Medic smiled widely.

“I’ve been looking for this for months!” he exclaimed. “This belongs to the man’s skeleton I stole!” I shivered, knowing the story he mentioned. The food in my stomach churned and twisted around. This was disgusting. Medic noticed I was turning green around the gills. His smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m not a big fan of bones,” I replied. “Specifically, bones from people who might still be alive.” Medic threw the bone back into the ground. He climbed out of the hole. “What are you doing?” I asked. Medic wrapped both his arms around me. I blushed a little, gently pulling away. “Uh, thanks, I guess,” I said. The hug was not comforting, but it felt nice.

“Come on, let’s head home,” he said, taking my hand in his. I followed Medic back to his car, a small ambulance which needed a good paint job.

*>/<*

The car ride back home was exhausting. I counted every street light until I reached the fiftieth one. My eyelids were drooping. I was tired and ready to crawl into bed. Medic kept glancing at me the entire drive. He smiled every time our eyes made eye contact. Eventually, he parked the car in front of the base. I watched with a tired gaze as Medic got out of the car and walked around. He opened the door for me. “Permission to carry you to bed?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I tiredly answered. I unbuckled my seat. Medic gently placed both his arms under mine and dragged me off my seat. He then lifted my legs up, carrying me like a bride. I wrapped both my arms around his neck. “Are we there yet?” I asked. Medic chuckled.

“Not yet,” he replied. He opened the door by kicking it open. Jeremy and his friends were watching TV in the living room. No one said a word. Maybe it was because Medic was glaring at them, like he threatened to rip out their souls. We came upon my bedroom door. Medic placed me back on the ground and opened the door.

“Thank you,” I said, standing in the dark doorway. “I had fun tonight, even if it was a bit gruesome.” Medic smiled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed our time together,” he said. “Would it be alright to see you again?” I laughed.

“Silly, you see me all the time,” I answered. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking nervously around.

“I didn’t mean that,” Medic said. “I meant if you would go out with me again.” Soft red spread around my face, slightly warming my skin.

“That sounds fine,” I replied, smiling. Medic blushed deeply. I held out my hand, which he shook. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night,” he said, leaning down and kissing my cheek. I watched with a grin as he walked away. He was a bit crazy and that’s what I loved about him.

Random A/n: How many of you have thought of eating your hand whole?

[tisiphonewolfe]

Writeblr Intro

Heyo!

I'm Tisiphone - or Tiss, or Tizzy, I don't mind (she/her). I mainly write SFF, but I intend to try my hand at horror and potentially espionage thrillers in the future. I also can't seem to write anything without women being very gay in the middle of it all, so I'm leaning into it.

I follow from @princessw0lf

About me:

I'm a disabled trans lesbian from the UK

What I like seeing in books? Mysteries woven through the plot that resolve satisfyingly. Characters that bounce off each other and grate against each other in interesting ways. Weird romances that don't dominate the plot, but are a key part of it. Great character development.

Favourite books? The Locked Tomb Series by Tamsyn Muir, The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood, Malice by Heather Walter, The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. And a lot of Terry Pratchett.

Fiction I probably won't enjoy? Something where the plot is purely interpersonal drama or romance with nothing interesting happening outside of it. Literary fiction. YA.

Outside of writing? By day I'm a software developer. The rest of my time is spent drawing, playing games both video and tabletop, and playing electric guitar (badly).

DMs/Asks/Tag games? Fire away!

@sam-glade is my pal and you should go check them out too!

With this blog I'm aiming to post writing updates, inspiration, and probably writing-related memes.

About my writing:

At the moment I'm primarily writing high fantasy/epic fantasy, with a view to trying out some more genres later on.

Admittedly a lot of the classic elements of western fantasy are in there, but I've been trying to get back to the mythological roots of creatures like elves, gnomes, and dwarves, and to present them as not being all white and vaguely British.

The world of The Tectomancy Saga is also, like that of my childhood writing hero Sir Terry, an odd shape. There's a reason for that, and we'll get to it eventually.

While my stories are currently third-person multi-pov stories, I intend to experiment on that at some point in the future.

My stories will probably all revolve around two things; a central mystery and a central relationship. I love a plot where you can pick at the smallest words and phrases, theorise about absolutely everything. I want to write stories where people have a thousand ideas about what the truth is, and each one of them knows there's a good chance they could be correct. I also, as a queer trans lady, want to write about sapphic relationships and include many people who are not cis.

My favourite themes to write are anti-authority, people breaking out of systems they've been trapped in for a long time, people being more important than power.

I'm definitely a plantser. I know kind of where I'm going, but let's see where the journey takes us along the way!

Finally, you can expect the tone of my writing to be trying to find that sweet spot between serious and dry humour that makes you groan, with a healthy sprinkling of subtle meme references.

Current projects below the cut

The Tectomancy Saga

On a bowl-shaped world suspended far above swirling blue mists, nine goddesses, witches, or geniuses, blessed their peoples with divine magics, then disappeared. Now, the world is decaying, tensions are rising, and people scramble to control the magics in order to shape the future.

Made with Crown and Claw

WIP Intro

High Fantasy: The classic Princess-in-a-tower-guarded-by-a-dragon story, but we see the machiantions that put her there, and what happens afterwards.

Releine Sholt is hand-picked by the heir to Tectomancy, Princess Almyra Tectus, to be her new bodyguard. The role has one ominous stipulation: nobody can ever speak to the Princess, on the threat of dire punishment.

'There was only one bed' turns out to have horrifying consequences.

Progress: Fourth draft done at 129.5k

Bound by Stone and Blood

High Fantasy: The saga continues from different perspectives, having different adventures, that will eventually conjoin.

Almyra vies for control of her kingdom. Ellimane tracks down two misfits who are being hunted by a rogue automaton. Releine visits hell. A new threat rises in the shadows of Versewelt, the decaying land.

Bitter exes who technically never dated are definitely not thinking about each other.

Progress: First draft underway at 69k

Snippets and Short Stories:

Flash Fiction Friday: On the Edge

Flash Fiction Friday: I Can't Tell

Her New Captain (Alternate Chapter)

Other

Naenia, through Murder

WIP Intro

Naenia, the reaper who is responsible for death through murder, is shellshocked when a murdered homicide detective returns to life before her eyes and promptly asks her out on a date.

Detective Carina Choudhry has an odd - very Goth - new girlfriend, who saved her from the serial killer she was on the trail of.

Progress: Complete at 46k

Fay and the Red Kite (Title pending)

Fay Orrel, a trainee mech pilot, finds that her beaten-up old training machine holds an AI that has replicated its deceased former pilot. She tries to keep the other woman secret from the PMC that owns the mech, who would be certain to wipe the AI's memories, destroying Mina forever.

Progress: Well, I wrote the prologue and some of the first chapter. Being dabbled with!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

How did you and Vinelle first meet? Become friends? Write fic?? 😍

You two have such an amazing dynamic yet it seems like a lightning-strikes-unicorn situation

A brief explanation. Otherwise, @therealvinelle's clonery tag pretty much has everything you could want to answer this question.

It was one of those purely by chance things but also happened because of not too surprising circumstances.

@therealvinelle happened to be in an HP reading fic phase and of course went for the "Tom Riddle for want of a nail" recommendation sections on TVTropes where a fic of mine was listed because I happened to be in HP writing fic phase where it was just an excuse to write Tom Riddle who was an OC.

Back in those days, @therealvinelle left very long, detailed, reviews about things. In those days, I responded to every review I recieved if it was "Thanks for the review!"

So, we had a number of PM back and forths and then got to recommending things which should have driven the other completely off.

And here we are.

We could have been ships passing in the night:

I could have kept writing Death Note fics/not Harry Potter/not anything @therealvinelle would ever read

@therealvinelle could have dropped out of her HP fic reading phase earlier than that or just never came across the fic

I could have stopped reviewing to people at that point

@therealvinelle could have stopped leaving reviews

But it's also one of those things where I weirdly see how we ended up in the same place at the same time.

"Ah, sir, I see you enjoy stories where Tom Riddle's actually just an angry replicant as well!"

The cowriting fic thing is fairly new, we both wrote independently before that point for a very long time, and only recently said, "Heyo, we'll both write the thing!" in... honestly the most mad way possible.

[leynaeithnea]

Me ? Taking notes again to write this ask? You guessed it.

The ocean saga is 100% my favourite saga so I'm going to be insane about this actually.

12.Aeolus is literally perfect I'm obsessed with her and her little banter with Ody " let's play a game/ a game? / That's what I'm serving " YES MA'AM YOU ARE CERTAINLY SERVING. Again at this point we agree on everything because the part where Odysseus tries to stay awake has kept me awake for days , he is so pathetic he's hallucinating his family and he loves them so much and everything has changed BUT HE'S THE SAME YES HE'S THE SAAAME ( instant tears)

" They were within sight, his mom could have seen the ship" fatal blow , currently chocking on my blood and my tears.

Also yes , Poseidon's voice is majestic, after ruthlessness came out I was singing it so much my brother and sister had memorized it ( they don't even know English lol )

13.The chorus of po-sei-don is glorious and I sing it every single time very drammatically 'cause HOW COULD I NOT??? Again, agree with everything you said, this whole entire song makes me feral, Poseidon is so bitchy and mean and pissed and sarcastic I ADORE IT and whenever I sing it I make Ody's little "No" so defeated and terrified and "we're so fucked " because they so areeeee

You are the worst kind of good- moment lives in my mind rent free I also did some lettering for it because I HAD to get it out of my head somehow ( I failed , it's stuck on repeat in my brain )

" But noOoOo" is so iconic I can't put it into words I love Poseidon jansnsnns

First time I listened to ruthlessness the callback to just a man brought me to my knees Jorge is a criminal how does he get away with causing such pain to me specifically ??? We'll never know

Aaaand the callback to the convo with Polyphemus " I am your darkest moment " FLOORS ME EVERY TIME SIR WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES THAT HAUNT YOU IN THE FORM OF THE GOD OF THE SEA , WHAT DO YOU MEAN MERCY HAS A PRICE ( this whole thing about "you could have avoided all this had you just killed my son" brings me back to hours spent studying the Iliad for school and learning that in those books the idea was that you had to die a glorious death if you wanted to be remembered and live forever with honor in the stories that will be told about you. Being spared in combat and living after that is not living at all, becase you're now a disgrace and everyone will know you failed to be a hero ) ( but I don't know if this whole "moral code" applies to monsters like Polyphemus) ( living with the shame that some random puny Greeks overtook you must generally suck either way though)

also the part where Ody's desperately bargaining "Poseidon we meant to harm we only hurt him to disarm him PLEASE PLEASE UNDERSTAND please we took no pleasure in his pain we are at your mercy right now we can't do anything this is all up to you I can't do anything else for my crew other than try to make you understand we only wanted to escape PLEASE we are in your domain now we can't escape the literal sea PLEASE SHOW US THE MERCY WE SHOWED YOUR SON" and this whole part is quieter and gentler than the rest of the song,it's a plea, a small little desperate string of hope that maybe he'll understand, then a beat of silence and then DIE YOU'RE NAIVE AND HOPELESS DIE AKKSKDJSNNS

I may have gone a little insane with this one lol

As always no pressure but I eagerly await your take on the other sagas :))

( love for you and your friend that you acted out the whole musical , it seems neat and I think it would fix me hahah )

HEYO man theres one artwork of "im the same yes im the same" that im obssessed with, its sooo good

the idea was that you had to die a glorious death if you wanted to be remembered

All the men who died drowning + elpenor ------- :) :) :) yw

Despite it being an unpopular opinion Circe might actually be my least favorite saga so far,....probably because they werent as angsty as any of the other so far......i think theres a pattern here....anyway, its still GREAT so lets start 14. Puppeteer ODY REFUSING TO LISTEN TO EURY, I WONDER??? maybe he guesses???? MAYBE HE KNOWS? that it was Eury who opened the bag but he isn't ready to hear it yet???? the instrumentals in that is soo good tho, ALSO "a woman" "....what"

circes voice do be beautiful

and the storytelling of eury recalling the story while circes part is kind of a flashback like, is reallyyy nice

Also Ody being straight up ready to save his men help, that's only 8 songs or so before Syclla :")

15. Wouldn't you like

I knowwww why people are so hype about it, but admittedly it doesn't hit that hard for me. it's a good song! just not my favorites

but "someone who's not afraid to...send a message" is a sneaky way to make it obv who it is, very "high on shrooms" feels, and Odysseus singing the "OooooOoooOOOooOooH"s towards the end are reallyyy goodddd and the "dont thank me you very well may die"....perfect characterization of hermes, loved 16. Done For

Ody trying to sneak his way in like "did you do smth to them?" (knows 100% that she did) "you turned them into pigs" ODY YOURE SUCH A SLEEK---- SO OKAY WE ACTED THIS OUT RIGHT? WITH MY FRIEND? HAVING MY FRIEND BE CIRCE PLS??? OMG ....attractive mayhaps ody trying to lie about being a god "hermes gave it do you, didnt he?" ".....fine, yes, but- " ODY SIEGSE ~love lying characters, like, Neil, Ody, yeah...yeah Also circe going right into lust and Ody being like "??? wdym" (think sabout penelope) 17. There are other ways "BUuT itS been 12 LonG yeEArs" JORGE JORGE__--SLEGOSEJG lmaoosegseigjseg jk beautiful falcetto (high voice) of Jorge very seductive song, beautiful the reprise of just a man again.....but he refuses! good on you ody, bc otherwise you wouldve been dead, also THE DROP when Circe talks about the Underworld, esp with the distorted choir so cool, theres some animatics that portrayed those really neat too, might ramble about the animatics some other time also Circes last note(s) in the song are SO GOOODDDDD such vocal control

[giggly-squiggily]

Hardened Criminals (Hell's Paradise)

Heyo! I'm back at it again writing Hell's Paradise jakeajrjekarjk

So! A little fun fact about this one- I actually started it WAY back before the anime was announced. This and a Ler!Chobe fic but we'll get there when we do. Anywho- I wanted to write Yuzuriha again because I love her and here we are! I hope you like it!

This takes place around Ep. 5 of the anime/Ch. 8 of the manga. Also I got Genji and Senta's placing mixed up when I first wrote this but I'm too far gone to fix it so we're just gonna roll with it ALRIGHT HERE WE GO! :D

Summary: Gabimaru and Yuzuriha are left alone for 10 minutes. Shenanigans ensue and Sagiri starts to wonder just what she got herself into.

Sagiri could barely remember where she was. Nor could she remember what she was doing.

One minute she was standing among the group, the next the ground was suddenly very close. The last thing she heard was Gabimaru calling out her name.

Wait…

“Gabimaru!” She sat up in a panic, instant regret settling in as the world spun. From his spot nearby, Senta startled, nearly dropping his book. “Oh! Sagiri, good morning! Well- I think it’s morning. For all we know it could be the afternoon!”

“Where…where are we? Where’s the prisoners?” She asked, Senta’s ramblings doing nothing to help her disorientation. She pressed a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes. No fever- that was good. “What happened?”

“You were poisoned. Turns out those butterflies we fought off earlier carried a toxic dust that-” Her glare cut him off, and he sped up quickly. “Erm- you were knocked out. We took you here to rest and recover. The prisoners are outside-”

“You left them alone?” She started to stand, wavering before making her way towards the opening of the space. “Senta, with all due respect, that was a foolish move! We have to keep an eye on them!”

“Sagiri, please sit down. You look as if you’re going to pass out again.” Senta walked with her, not making any moves to touch her but keeping pace. “The criminals are fine- Sir Genji is with them.”

“Still, it’s my responsibility to watch my prisoner. What if-” The sound of voices cut her off, one in particular she recognized immediately.

Gabimaru.

He sounded…panicked.

“What’s going on?” She quickened her pace, running out to the voices. They got louder, Yuzuriha’s mixing in the shouts. In the distance, she found Genji standing by with his arms crossed. “Sir Genji. What’s happ-”

She followed his gaze.

And found herself stunned.

~~~

Ten minutes earlier

“Ugh, I’m bored!” Yuzuhira groaned from her hammock, stretching out like a cat as she stared off into the bright blue sky. “Entertain me!”

Gabimaru, who was currently at work making their meal for the day, shot her a glare. “If you're bored, find work. There’s plenty to do.” He replied, his hands carefully forming each round of ration. “Mend some clothes.”

“Eh. Senta’s better at that than me.”

“Find a water source?”

“Already did- two miles out from here.” She pointed halfheartedly towards a random direction.

“Help out with the meal?”

She rolled over to face him, making a face at the mush he grounded up. “Eh. I’ll lose my appetite.” Still, she climbed up and walked over, plopping down ceremoniously beside him as he carried on his task. “Really, I’m so bored! And Mr Stoic over there won’t talk to me at all!”

If Genji took any offense to her comment, he didn’t show.

“See? He’s like a statue!” She leaned in on her elbows and pouted, fluttering her eyelashes. “Why not take a break? Play with me for awhile, Gabi~”

“I’m married. Don’t make me twist your arm again.” He replied, unfazed. Yuzuriha huffed.

She tapped the ground around her. Tapped her legs. Tapped his legs. Picked up a stick. Drew random pictures in the dirt. Stood and sang a song so lewd it would make even the most serious of the Asaemon blush.

Not even a flinch from either man before her. They had perfected the art of pretending she wasn’t there.

“Ah, this is boring!” She sat back down, once again leaning on her elbows as she watched Gabimaru finish up the mixture. Curiously, she reached out and poked his arm.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, so that does get me a reaction?” She grinned, poking his arm again.

The shinobi eyed her, going back to ignoring her. She poked his arm repeatedly. Pretended to stab him. Took her dirty stick and tried to draw on him. “Man, you’re like a statue too!” She grinned, dropping the stick lower and jabbing him in the waist just to see.

The small ninja nearly dropped his ration.

There was silence.

“Yuzuriha…” He glared, putting the ration down just as she poked him again. Another jump, another yelp. “Stop that!”

“Are you ticklish?” She dropped the stick and aimed higher, poking his ribs. He practically volted at that. “Heh, you’re like a cat getting sprayed!”

“I’m not a cat- ah! Back up! Back up-gah!” Gabimaru scooted back on his hands as she followed, poking repeatedly. “Oo, you’re so jumpy! It does tickle that bad, huh? She boldly curled her hands against his sides, laughing in delight when he somersaulted away. “Aww, where’ya going?!”

“Away from you- Stahay back…!” He got into a fighting stance, glaring daggers at the kunoichi before him. “Don’t push me, Yuzuhira…”

“Oo, whatcha gonna do?” She cooed, getting into her own battle stance, eyes dancing. “Is the big bad hollow scared of a few tickles?”

~~~

“They’re…they’re having a tickle fight.” Sagiri blinked, staring ahead.

Sure enough, Yuzuhira was sitting on the small ninja, her fingers flying across his belly and ribs as he struggled beneath her. The panicked yelling she heard earlier turned out to be laughter; Gabimaru struggling to fight off her hands as he howled in mirth. “Gehehehehhehehet oohoohoohoohohoff! Aheahhahahahahaaha!”

“Aww? Is someone too ticklish for his own good? Hm?” Yuzuriha leaned in so she was nose to nose with the giggly boy, her hands making short work of his lower ribs and causing him to squeak. “I bet I can make you scream, Gabi~ I wanna hear you scream out for mercy.”

“Screhehehehehhhew yohohohoohohhou wihiihiihihihtch! Gehahahahhahaha!” The tiny shinobi cried out, trying to pull off her hands. Even in his vice grip however, he proved ineffective. “Gehehehheheheht ohohohoohohohff meehhehhehehe!”

“Oo, now you’re done for! Just who the hell are you calling a witch?” Yuzuriha shoved her hands into his armpits, making him spasm and cackle. “Oo, bad spot?”

“They’re…having a tickle fight?” Sagiri spoke slowly, as if she woke up in a dream. Maybe she was still asleep after all.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Genji shook his head before standing, turning to leave. “If you’re well enough to stand, you’re well enough to watch them. I’m going to scope out the area.”

“Wait- Sir Genji…and he’s gone.” Senta sighed, pushing up his glasses before turning back to the sight alongside Sagiri. “Should we…erm-stop them?”

Almost immediately, Sagiri’s chance to reply was cut off by Yuzuriha’s scream. The scene had changed; Gabimaru had flipped them over, his own hands flying over her waist, never straying away from the fabric. “This will teach you, you wicked woman!” He declared, a rare grin pulling at his lips as Yuzuriha screamed like a banshee, clawing at his arms as she laughed.

“YOHOOHOHOHU SUHUUHUHUCK! AHEHAHHAHA SAHAHHAHAGIHIIHIRIN SAHAHHAHVE MEHEHHEHEHE!” She cried, feet kicking in the dirt. Sagiri jumped at the sudden call for action, blinking. Should she…?

“No, help me! She’s wicked!” Gabimaru called over, reaching back and giving the Kunochi’s thigh a squeeze. Yuzuriha let out an honest to god pig snort. “Pfft- holy crap do that again!”

“I don’t think we need to worry about them killing each other, still...” Senta didn’t look like he was making any moves, meaning it was up to Sagiri to resolve this. Sighing, she walked forward, rolling up her sleeves.

“Very well. Hang on just a moment.”

“What? Oh you’re gonna help me-hehehehehehehehe!" Gabimaru shot up with a yelp as Sagiri pressed her fingers into his sides. That was all Yuzuriha needed. With a flip and a twist, she had Gabimaru- and by extension Sagiri, on the ground. Target abandoned, she attacked, hands flying everywhere.

“Ah! Noohohohohoho, not agahahhahahain!”

“Ah! Yuzuriha! Let me up!”

“Ahahaha! Got you two now!”

Senta smiled behind his book, laughing softly when Sagiri let out a shocked squeal- Yuzuriha had found her tickle spot along her shoulder blades. Taking a seat where Gabimaru abandoned his attempt at cooking, he picked up where he left off, watching fondly as Yuzuriha and Gabimaru made a temporary alliance in tickling the stoic swordswoman.

“I think- even in the gravest of settings- a little laughter is nice.” He spoke to no one, lost in thought as he carried on the camp chores.

Thanks for reading!

[gradientsir]

Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

((Yes. I do have regrets))

It wasn’t chaos per se, but, with the multitude of bright pastel pigments and equally numerous bodies flitting about -- of course the small being was a little lost.

Plus the park was loud as well, there was no denying that.

Currently the kid was searching for her dear nerd-friend, checking different little groups and other clusters of children gathered around. Jordie had to be here somewhere and -- while her sense of smell was always on point, the smell of paint and other living beings wasn't helping. That kid normally had a distinct mix of shea butter and plastic, but, there were a number of people that had traces of said items on them.

No help.

Still, Forest tried to search for her darker-skinned friend. Couldn't be too hard to spot his scrawny ass seated somewhere with his DS. Or maybe a basket? It was the Day of Thieves after all.

Or Easter. However you look at it, whatever.

At this point she just let her bare feet travel anywhere they pleased, ignoring the stares from parents and the bigger kids alike. It...wasn't easy being two-feet tall or incredibly pale with spots here and there. Or the fact no one wanted to see the snark of the street stepping around on a holiday. It only meant bad things would ensue; it always did.

When the sun danced around the grass at her feet, she became vaguely aware of how nearly deserted the area had become. Forest supposed the other children had gone off to an event of some sort, that weird...hunt-thing they had going on.

Humans were interesting creatures, she'd admit. And yet...where was hers? Jordan was a strange boy but, equally lovable and accepting of others. Somehow he had befriended the hybrid child, leaving behind his former group of pals to show her all that he knew, despite her being in two grades below him and also...three years his senior.

Forest clicked her tongue, irritated he hadn't been found yet. It was past eleven and he was always excited for something better to do than walk around or play pretend. Her nose twitched when a small breeze made its way around her, carrying with it a familiar scent. For at least the twelfth time, but, she might as well humor it.

A bench swam into her view as she continued her measured walk, not in any hurry but curious. Almost anxious. But if she moved quick she may end up surprising whoever it was sitting near. Once she was within three feet of the object in question, she could pick out a single figure dangling their feet and...sniffling? Oh, no. She'd heard that particular sound many times before and, of course, it happened to belong to exactly whom she was looking for. Of course. Because the universe loves yet hates cliches, but...

"Why y'cryin'?" the smaller child heaved herself up onto the seat next to her friend.

He jumped, facing her and rubbing at an eye from under his glasses. Which were slightly bent in their frames.

"H-hey, 'Ana. Did you, uh...jus' get here or--"

"Jordan." the burning stare from her two-toned irises stopped him. He knew her well enough to practically kick himself -- his friend hated formalities and greetings that danced around the point.

"....Ellie sorta...t-took some things."

"What kinda 'things'?"

"What kind y'think?" "Mm."

Ah. He meant the little decorative objects lying around here or there. Either that or perhaps his DS or whatever. Why everyone wanted it was beyond her comprehension, but, again -- humans were interesting creatures.

"I was gonna give one t'you but, well...I figured maybe y-you could help me find s'more." he offered a shaky little grin, but the girl beside him only frowned. Simply glaring at him, yet the glare was not meant for this boy. Rather for the thief as previously mentioned. "Y'know, you got that nose'n'all..."

"Nah uh -- we ain't 'bout that. 'f'it was yours first, we gettin' that back. N'then some." she rose from the bench, hopping down and staring at him expectantly. "Elias' a pain in th'ass, n' I ain't lettin' him get no further t'day. He c'n get his own painted-whatevers, n' anythin' else he took -- boy's askin' f'trouble t'day."

When the other child did not get up, she moved to grab at his sleeves. Forest was in no playing mood today, apparently. Well, in all honesty, the only playing she ever did was with her friend on any mellow day, and sometimes her little brothers rough-housed a bit, but... She wasn't keen on letting this slide. In a way it was admirable, but then Jordie remembered how violent his little friend could get. Two-feet in height wouldn't stop her from trying to fight some poor sap.

So much anger contained within such a small figure.

"C'mon." a scarred hand was offered up. This was not much of a request -- she needed him to go with her. Close friends, and in order to fully be avenged this needed to be a public matter as well. Or just have Jordie be a witness, that too. Increased the fun with lots more eyes and ears, though.

Not much convincing was even needed for the boy, however once standing she released his hand. He was too tall to hold hands with, well, at her height anyway. Didn't stop them from walking side by side towards the center of the park, the place closer to the street than anything but both figures knew parents liked to keep their kids in that area at least.

"...y'ain't gon' hurt anybody, are you?" Jordie piped up after a minute or two. They were almost there and he was a little concerned. Very concerned, actually. "Dunno yet." came the reply. Looking down he could see the neutral expression on his friend's face, but he didn't have to ask to know she was no doubt glaring ahead. Hard to see when she had that beanie on and kept her head down so much.

That was as far as the conversation went, and besides, the smaller girl was half-deaf anyway so with all the noise it wouldn't have made much of a difference whether they spoke or not. Damn but she could practically hear their target, too. Target? Well technically speaking. It was that or call him a thief but all the gremlins running around were thieves.

Said 'thief' clearly hadn't noticed their presence yet, what with joking and making noise with his own squad for now. That was soon to change, not soon enough but, it wouldn't last long.

"Ma-a-n, I may be deaf, but, s'like stupid folk's th'loudest, ain't they?" Forest let her own volume cut into whatever conversation or game they played, much to Jordie's mortification. He would rather they not start a scene but...was asking a lot there. The other boy, and his friends, turned to face the pair. "Oh. Sorry, Ellie, din't see y'there."

The grin was evident in her voice.

"Aww, Spots joined us t'day. Is that...a stripe on your nose or-?"

"Wull, see, my spots is naturally dark. But I s'pose it takes a brown-noser t'know another, don't it? Y'got a lil' somethin' there," she gestured to her own nose.

Funnily enough, Elias discovered he did have some dirt on the tip of his own nose. The laughter of the other older children further confirmed that, bringing a reddish hue to his face. He only frowned and settled for staring down the narrowed eyes and big grin currently displayed by the girl, though.

"If tha's all it takes f'r you t'shut up, I gotta wonder how th'rest'a this' gon' go." Forest began to limp closer, hands in her hoodie's pockets again.

Jordan watched on. It wasn't his call to follow after her.

"Now...I heard from'a good friend'a mine, over there, that you's been stickin' hands where they don't b'long. See, he's missin' some stuff n' I figured, y'know, maybe you'd know how that happened." The grin was mostly gone by then.

Elias hadn't moved from his spot, but wasn't planning on hearing this spiel from her. This was a thug, through and through. She may not have guns or chains to rattle, but in the realm of kids, she might as well have just gotten out of prison on good behavior -- with a grudge to boot. A dangerous child at only two feet tall.

"Depends. I might'a done a few things earlier, what's it to you? Anybody else could've done this sort of thing, n' you come after me instead."

The smaller child only narrowed her eyes, frowning as well. "I c'n smell liars out real well, y'know. S'a pretty day out," he could see the threat in her two-toned irises. "We all know fools push they luck whenever there's a crowd. N'on such nice days, too. You know I don't like it when that happens, what'd'you expect? Me t'ignore it?" there was a little chuckle from her, but it wasn't anything friendly.

"You don't like anything, so, m'not real surprised I was the go-to."

Forest could practically feel Jordie brace for her next response. That kid was always anticipating something extreme to come from her mouth. Might as well let him have it.

"Aww, that ain't true. I's a person'a simple taste," the other children quieted down further to hear what she had to say, "I like t'play games. Not all, but some, n' if I get a lil' somethin' out of it. I's a cripple -- runnin' ain't f'me. I guess y'could say I also like t'gamble. I like when s'hot outside, when there's no dogs. I's not too diff'rent from most men in tha'I like good pussy, n' when I don't get in trouble for stupid shit. Though...I'll say, I like not havin' t'deal with jackasses when I don't gotta."

The crowd went wild. Kids looked on in incredulity, amazed she'd even said such words. Not the ones that knew her, though. The rather poorer crowd only laughed and cheered in their own way. Mostly 'ooOOOH's but, still.

Forest only shrugged lightly, offering a little smirk at the boy, now. As if telling him to retaliate in however way he pleased. Nothing would be as good as anything she just said.

"..." Elias couldn't even formulate a response for a bit, causing the crowd to laugh louder when they realized this. "Oh, that's cute, Imp." The grin on her face only widened. Insults didn't matter to her, too much.

"Don't see how that's gon' help you get anything back, though."

"Kid, th'fact I jus' owned your ass in a lil' roast sorta speaks f'r itself." She rolled her shoulders in a bored manner. This was getting to be a stale roast session, and she wasn't up for much more. "But, if you'd like t'try a diff'rent way'a makin' me turn back, g'head." The smaller child even went so far as to pop her knuckles for emphasis.

If there was a fight, which the other children from her side of the coin begged for, no doubt it would end badly.

Elias frowned silently for a moment or two. In his entire being, he knew that if he swung first she would kick his sorry ass further. Verbally was one thing, but physically? He'd gotten decked to the nose a few times by the little imp, and had no desire to have it happen again. At least, not much of a want for it. Kind of a dream to win instead, but...not all dreams come true.

"Tick-tock." the half lidded eyes of the other only aggravated him more.

Thank God the saving grace that separated the children from each other arrived. Unfortunately in the form of one of the parents. Definitely not anyone Forest recognized, what with the nice clothes of the woman and the soccer-mom haircut.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, young man!" At first, both kids thought Elias was the one receiving the reprimand. They were wrong.

Much to her chagrin, it was actually the smaller child the woman was chastising. 'Young man...?'

"Using language like that! How would your parents feel, knowing this is how you talk?" Everyone else fell silent, knowing this was not a line that needed crossing. The mother didn't understand, and continued despite the tension. "Picking on someone bigger than you, too. You could get yourself hurt, and then he'd," she gestured to the taller child, "Be in trouble!"

Up until then, Forest had kept her mouth shut in a thin line, two toned irises watching blankly. The older woman stared but could not see any sign of life in those eyes. They were...empty. Unnervingly so, but it hardly stopped her. The only thing that did put a pause in her tirade was laughter, coming from the empty child herself.

"Ma'am, I mean no disr'spect when I ask this, but, he y'boy?" She could feel Jordie not wanting a second scene. "...no, but-" "Then this ain't y'problem. I hate t'break it t'you, but he stole from me. Or, well, a friend, but pretty much me. Let's add I's not from your part'a town. We from West Side, ain't we?" the other children behind her stood a little straighter. She had some form of a backup at least. "I ain't ever seen you b'fore. You ain't my mama n' I thank you f'r tryna break up this lil' spat, but maybe y'should consider lookin' both ways, huh?"

In her own way, saying not to immediately jump on the dirtier kids.

"I ain't done nothin' yet. N' you wanna peg me as th'villain," a low whistle slid out from between her shark-like teeth. "But if tha's how we play, I'll run with it. Not like me'n'him go t'th'same school're nothin'." A rather lazy grin was offered before she moved to step away.

The imp had no wish to hear the adult out, or make things right. This could all be solved later, and with a better offer of payment.

Jordan moved to walk at her side, seeing as the crisis was gone, and they could leave. The adult was in near shock at the flow of language from the little hybrid's mouth. It did not take long before she scuttled elsewhere to distract from the quick loss of power. Like she had been dethroned, almost. After all, kids knew they were supposed to listen to adults, and yet...this child tore her down in an instant. She couldn't interrupt, it was too..unreal.

Elias hadn't moved from his spot, neither. Watching the pair calmly walk away. Calmly...it was irritating. "That's all it takes? Aw, so the 'Great Beast of West Side' is scared off by jus'an adult, huh?" All the other bystanders froze, watching to see how the call out would be received. This could go one of two ways: either a fight would ensue, or the child would keep walking.  Thus making his words speak of truth.

However, the small girl stopped. Carefully she turned, staring him dead-on. "Ellie...y'look hungry. Downright starvin' f'r a knuckle-buster sandwich. How'd y'like it done?" she grinned slightly, walking closer. Round Two it would seem. "S'a pretty day out, as I says. There's lotsa colorful stuff, n' flowers. Sun's all warm, too. On days like these, kids like you," the grin widened, and despite the emptiness of Forest's eyes the other children sensed an obvious threat. "Shouldn't play games they cain't win at. If'n you gon' be petty as a five year old then go join'em in th'sandbox."

Vaguely, the boy noticed how her red hoodie had disappeared. Now she was just standing there, staring. Waiting for some form of move to be made. Honestly, he was a little afraid. No one would step in to help him out, he'd already dug himself into a hole. "Aren't you five?"

"D'I really sound like I am?"

Fair point, he'd admit. "So what'll it be t'day, boy?" That lazy grin didn't appear but, Ellie could practically hear it in her voice. "If not t'day, then some other time, 'cause y'ain't fuckin'round with my folk n' get away wit'it."

The boy couldn't formulate a response. Really, he was struggling. The little hybrid had surely caught him so far off guard he wasn't even playing the same game. She was playing in the NFL and he was just selling muffins outside the stadium, at this point.

"I'mm' start countin' cents if y'don't gimme'n'answer soon. We's at...five," Great. "Ten," This was a dilemma.

"Fifteen, kinda weird seein' that big gear turn," and that was all it took, really.

Elias was tired of the insults that seemed to spill from the smaller child's mouth.

Under his feet, sharp bits of gravel and larger pebbles dug into his sandals, giving him an idea. There was a quick scuff sound, and a handful of the rocks were launched straight for his opponent's face.

They landed a little farther south than he would've liked, kind of between her throat and collarbone.

What he got in response was a surprised sort of squawk, and an incredulous look. As if Forest were asking him what the fuck? She seemed almost confused.

"Geez...not even sure I feel like throwin' no hands after whatever that mess was." The grin returned, but he, and the rest of the children knew full well the smaller one kept her promises. In this case, any move at harm warranted retaliation; even if it was just a pathetic pebble-kick.

It didn't even start off rough, Forest moving at a slow pace towards him. Limp present, as if to make her appear weaker. Ellie knew how much of a lie that was. The disability, her leg being so short and crooked, was true but the weakness was not. Once again that fear returned: of her beating him near senseless. To where he might not even remember his own name or what exactly happened. The closer she got, the more the urge to flee increased. The tiny child seemed to be in no rush. It infuriated him.

The others standing around had fallen silent or at least, whispering among themselves. Jordie, in particular, stood back in his spot. Though his friend could fight for herself, he still worried. Especially when Elias, dumb as he was, took a swing at the spotted creature. It was only out of an adrenaline rush, or was it anxiety? Either way, Jordan knew the other kid was regretting that decision as quick as he'd made it.

There was a loud crack! as disfigured knuckles met with the angle of Ellie's jaw.

In the time it took for his hand to complete its arc, Forest had landed her own blow before said hand even dropped. Elias cried out in both pain and surprise, free hand flying up to cradle the side of his face.

The little beast could almost smell the tears welling up in his wide eyes.

"Told ya we ain't finna play no games, Ellie." It was only one hit. Only the one. The kids around them had seen enough of these fights to know she was waiting for the chance at an execution of sorts. A way to make a message heard, even if it was through overkill. In all honesty, Forest could walk away and let this off as a warning. The boy seemed remorseful, well, more regret than actual remorse. Still. It was something.

Normally the tiny tyrant would've continued, only thing to stop her now was the return of the hand. It managed to graze her nose this time but that was the only contact needed for Elias to know: he'd goofed. Big time. The smoldering look in the smaller child's eyes told him as much. And, well, the gasps from the other kids did too.

"Ready t'fuckin' die?" Forest gave him no time once again, quickly catching him to the jaw and pulling her arm back for another punch. Elias whimpered and moved to run, feet barely taking a step before a rough hand grabbed for his collar. Forest had the strength to yank him down at least, which was still a surprising feat for one so small. Less surprising was the knee to the nose, then the rough shove so he faced the sky. His back embraced by the dirt.

His attacker ignored any sudden gasps or coughs. "Wh-where do they make folks like you?"

"Oh, they'on't make folk like me. We ain't made."

It wasn't that Forest was heavy, despite now sitting on his ribs, but knowing his impending doom lay in her hands...well. He was shaking. The smaller child couldn't help but grin, seeing the taller one shut his eyes. Shut tight, too. "I want y't'know from th'bottom'a my heart, tha'you's lucky this was so short," the imp felt grim satisfaction at the flinch when she raised her fist. The shadow stretched across his face, almost like one of Forest's spots. Almost.

There was a shift in the crowd, noticeable enough to make her pause. Something was coming, but it didn’t sound like any adult she’d ever heard.

Elias even opened his eyes, not daring enough to move past that.

“Wha-? Crikey, wha’s all this goin’ on ‘ere?!”  Whoever it was, they sounded shocked, slightly confused, most certainly angry. “I ought’a send ya slinkin’ yer folks if ya think I’m gonna allow fighting on my day!”

What the fuck?

((credit to the weeb ( @winterfrostguardian ) for writing in an accent i don’t hear v. often))

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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As usual, if you wanted to be added or taken away, dm me or comment!! I won’t mind! <3

[anlian-aishang]

Kinktober Day 2: Sub-Levi x Dom-Reader & Choking & Degradation

“heyo! i have a request for your 2021 kinktober requests. i was thinking like (if you haven’t done it before) like a prince!levi x knight!reader (fem), i’m a sucker for the forbidden love type thing, and levi is a sub who has a choking kink?? and a reader is a dom?? even some degrading thrown in there😩😩”

word count: 3000

tags: smut, royal AU, levi x reader, sub-levi, femdom-reader, bdsm, choking, degrading.

while writing this, i listened to

Remember! Levi hates art theft.

“Would you be so kind as to describe your abilities?”

This was the question and answer you had rehearsed countless times in practice for this interview. A silent throat clear, “At the ripe age of sixteen, Officer Hange Zoe conscripted me into their Knights of Youth order. I climbed the ranks on an accelerated route, maintaining the highest class rank year after year. Within the biennial, they had personally recommended me to their direct superior, the Grand Commander Erwin Smith himself, and under his great leadership, I...”

Somehow, the history of Eldia’s most decorated dame seemed so uninteresting to him. The prince propped his elbow on the armrest, his chin on his fist.

“If you may,” his words were polite, his tone the opposite, “I asked for your abilities, dear.”

A heavy gulp in an effort not to crumble. If his guard could be brought down by words, surely, they would never be considered for hire. You needed this promotion. You needed to win him over. “My apologies, your highness. Would you please inform me of what it is you are searching for?”

Sunset was at its ripest, crimson sky peeking in through the cathedral-length curtains. Still, you could have sworn that something within him painted those cheeks even redder.

“Are you capable of torture?”

Another swallow. You carefully sharpened your gaze for a close read on him. Steel grey eyes you had heard so much about lived up to the legend, and in them, you saw an eager sparkle.

“I am.”

“Humiliation? Degradation?” Breezing through such feats as though they were poetry, “Choking, dominance, the sort?”

A stern eye contact, “As you wish.”

“Ah,” his lip flinched, his body shifted, both in such a manner that you were made to wonder which one of you was more nervous, “I see.”

The prince bit the inside of his cheek, a stint of composure before chiding, “Such skills will be put to good use with me.”

A diligent nod, “Your wish is my command, sir.”

“Levi.” His hand rose in a motion to stop, to cease the use of that honorific. “You may call me Levi. And when it comes to the use of force, I say that it shall be I who defers to you.”

// // //

Staring down at your prince now, that past conversation rang through on repeat, background noise to his breathless pants echoing upon the stone walls of his bedroom.

“I should have known back then,” Steel toe propped at his jawline and forced his gaze up to you, “how dire of a submissive you truly were.”

Stiff fingers pinched his chin and pulled his lips just an inch from yours, teasing, “But can you blame me?” Cold hand caressed his cheek, thumb wiping some sweat away, “All this talk about the highest in the land, yet, here he is on his knees and on the floor - diminished to utter lowliness.”

It may not have been the cold hard ground, for you spared him the least bit of a velvet rug, but otherwise, he had nothing, not even a thread of fabric to shield himself with. Bare naked except for the leather - tied at his wrists, bound in the harness, leashed around his neck - that you always had armed at his request.

“Not even by force, but by his own forfeiture.” You crossed your arms and shook your head, “How pathetic.”

Toes arched into the carpet. Knees bent against the floor. Folded over - his chest rested on his thighs, hands bound and propped on the small of his back. His member was at the middle of it all, impossible to quell, impossible to keep from dripping onto his own quaking thighs. The most humiliating position there was, you knew it for a fact, having tried the whole range of them on him.

Levi was a little spitfire, though, you had to give him that. How upfront he was in that very first encounter, you had to commend his courage, although that would not be the first word you would think of given his current state.

“Weak, powerless, nothing.” Each adjective was spaced by a slap across his face. “That’s what you are, Levi.”

In the shadow of his shoulders, saliva pooled on the ground. Black bangs shaded his face, brushed aside by the current as he moved to kiss your boots. A fog formed as he affirmed against them, “Nothing without you.”

Those three words never failed to draw a smile, though you barely let him see it - he had learned to pick it up in your voice. Fingers threw themselves in his hair, tangled into a fist, and yanked him up for a kiss. It was kind at first, but you signed off with that sting - the bite of your teeth sandwiching his lip. The taste of his blood, but not the gushing of it. On another night, perhaps, but he had been a good boy so far and had earned his praise. A playful head scratch and a sweetness to your voice, “That’s a good boy.”

On the edge of your gaze, you caught the twitch of his member and the glistening leak at its tip. Ingrained, “Anything for you.”

Hands capable of such harm turned gentle for him, at least in that moment, as you hooked his stray locks and tucked them neatly behind his ear. Petting them in place, you offered, “How can I reward you, my darling?”

In these sessions, you were ever reminded: hesitation looked so good on him. Nervous glance. Parted lips. A blush on his cheeks and in his chest. Silently debating whether a filthy little thing like him was worthy of your love.

The proficient dominant you were, you of course read it off of him. One hand on his shoulder, you knelt nearly to his position. While careful to maintain vantage, you sank just low enough to weave your grip in his undercut and bring him to your breast. In the arms of Eldia’s most capable knight, most capable dominatrix, you can trust me.

“Levi,” you cooed, “ask and you shall receive.”

But that was the most embarrassing part. At least, until the act itself. Such dark desires could be so difficult to admit. That was the thing he secretly adored, though. That flush of shame, the pang in his chest. Most others loathed that feeling, but he had an affair with it - with you.

“I want your hands on me...” an exasperated sigh, so humiliating to ask for it, “please?”

His pause had inadvertently thrown an idea in your head, for better or for worse. Anticipation was soaring on both sides, but first, he had to know - at least some inkling - what he was signing up for. You leveled your excitement, “And your consent is mine, Levi?”

A bizarre flip of roles: his solid stare, deep voice, and the intensity of his devotion - the pet had managed to startle his master, “I offer my heart to you, mistress.”

It was a sharp twist, but you straightened up soon after. Loving eyes and a wicked smile as you curled a fist around his harness, “Let’s get you to bed.”

// // //

Levi was not that type of leader. It was a rarity to spot him at festivals, never one to parade himself. His public appearances were sparse - his only standing event being the fundraiser for the local orphanage, and at that charity, he put on his best display. The public knew the prince as a strong figure - not a spineless bureaucrat, but the first to take up arms should the kingdom go to war. Intelligent, tough, capable - that was who their prince was to them.

Unrelenting power and position, it was what others always dreamed of, something he never thought possible for himself. Yet, once he had risen to such ranks, he actually found himself crushed. The country and its people in the palm of his hand, it was an unbearable weight. That was what sparked the search for you: someone who could not only free his mind from the fate of all others, but take over all of his thoughts, someone who could not only wipe his hands clean from the burden of populous, but take his entirety and hold him in theirs.

It was why no one else would see what you saw: the highest in the land reduced to pure submission. Not poised on a decorated throne, not donned with a crown of jewels, but with his bare skin coated in sweat and an aching arousal impossible to hide. So regularly calm and stoic to his subordinates, yet on these weekly nights, so routinely wretched and excitable with you. The prince that the world knew and the Levi that you knew, though Levi kissed the ground you walked on, you also recognized yourself as lucky. A real catch for you both.

“Is - Is something wrong?”

Snapped back from your trail of thought, a wide grin spread as your attention returned to the hot mess in front of you. The imprint of your palms on his chest still remained after having pushed him onto the bed. Sheets strewn, bangs astray, his member so adorably dressed to the side, you could not wait to have your way with him.

A short laugh, “Nothing wrong, just admiring the art.”

Vein highlighted in his length, you never missed a thing, “Thank you.”

One knee onto the mattress and in the space between his legs. One hand propped on the covers and at the corner of his neck. No coincidence how your curves hovered in just the right spots, “Shall we get started?”

The one word that always fit, “Please.”

At last, it brought the touch he had been craving. Soft fingertips on his chiseled muscle - tracing him in two halves: left hand along his jaw, neck, clavicle, and chest, right hand from his ankle and shin to his thighs and hips. His appearance always seemed too good to be true, but realized best when you could feel him for yourself.

You speckled his skin with kisses, ivory gleamed in your midst, “You’re so beautiful.”

It was a gentle start, but a calculated one - the best whiplash came from one extreme to the other. As he prepared to respond, that was when you cranked the switch. Even you were caught by surprise how quickly things escalated then, not only on your part, but from him as well. Dainty hand became a vice grip around his length, and with that, you felt him surge in your hold. Simultaneous was the wrap around his throat - bridge of mounts met with his Adam's apple, immediate was the inhale heard and felt.

Brows knit into a beautiful arch. Eyes widened in panic and eased with satisfaction. The fear inherent in being choked fucked with him as you did: a battle waged between his instinct to live and the trust he had with you.

Without any words, you heard his qualm and soothed it, “Relax, baby, you’re all mine.” The way you preferred to say, I’ve got you.

Yes, that’s right, he remembered. How long had it been since he put himself in your care? The date escaped him - days seeming to fly by when he was with you. Yet, time after time and through all experimentation, he had always ended up alright under you - more than alright. A token of peace, he allowed himself to unwind and do as you always instructed, enjoy yourself.

From base to tip, you worked him. Your pace an insatiable blend both tantalizing and merciless. Fast right from the start but acceleration so vexingly slow - irritating in the best way. Silky hand wrapped around him so tightly - a suffocating pillow, a comforting pain. Your thumb was always careful to gloss over his dribbling top, making use of his own wet as lubrication for the next round. Each pump pulled on his heart valves, pushing a warm and searing pleasure through his bloodstream.

His neck was his weakness, you had found that out rather quickly. You remembered those first few kisses you laid, how he melted to a whining and whimpering puddle. Pleasure and pain, two sides of the same coin - it was how you discovered choking could be just as lovely in its own right. A light tickle took his breath away. Deep massages forced coughs, an exquisite ripple beneath your palm.

Your clean freak struggled to turn his head away, but no, you wanted to see him through all of it, hear him through all of it.

“Ah ah ah,” warning, “eyes on me, dear.”

Eye contact met, his shivering intensified. Already on edge from the feeling at his chest and cock, your adamant attention was too much to handle. Still, he followed your orders. Together, you seized a moment, shameless in savoring the image of each other.

That pink blush from before was now a deep red. Overstimulated nerves expelled in twitches throughout his figure. Thresholds were spilling now, visible through the waves at his washboard abdomen.

You always tried to maintain your composure, but after so long together, he learned to read your signs. Dilated pupils, the lip bite, the adjacent peaks at your chest. You scarcely admitted it - how you really felt about him - but in that way, you were for once the helpless one. 

Levi cherished the evidence and licked his lips, “M-May I…” you loved to quicken your pace during his speech, now overflowing with pitch, “taste you, p’please?”

“Hmm,” you smiled, tugging your collar down and pinning it beneath your breasts, “I suppose you can have a taste.”

“Thank y-” cut off by himself, his own thirst. He gulped you as if you were the last drink on earth, as though he would not live without a drop. Damp lips hollowed over your sensitive patches. Teeth barely grazed to keep you in place, soundly in his mouth, where his tongue was making quick haste to flick, swirl, and point.

A gasp could not help but spill out. You realized just how long you had let your own arousal build up only to be neglected for his. Reasserting, you ridiculed, “Eager are we?”

Bruises on his knees from kneeling, welts on his wrists from bondage, they howled in laughter. Eager? It has been over an hour! Levi shut them up, “Can’t help myself around you.”

He felt good. Too good. To regain the upper hand, you would have to tighten your grasp, literally. Every muscle tensed. You growled over his gags, “Learn to.”

// // //

It was a race to the bottom - a race to the finish.

Many minutes of foreplay, degrading, humiliation. Less time spent stroking him, but both of you had worked up a sweat. His telltale signs were showing - his end was near, but the secret was that yours was as well. He was skilled with his tongue - too skilled. Everything would be undermined if his steadfast dominatrix reached climax merely from this. It would all get to his head. He would discover the hold he actually had on you.

You could not have that.

Each motion he gave you was riling, and the warrior within you could only respond one way. Fight or flight, the former was what you had made a career of, what had brought you to this very position. If he was to titillate you like this, there was only one thing you were to do - and that was the thing: he knew it. Your hand fiercer. Your force stronger. To ask for it, there was only a chance you would oblige. To guarantee it, he would have to sneak it by. While Levi continued playing your nipples, his eyes rose to yours, a certain cockiness seemed to confirm your suspicion.

Fine, if that’s what you want, you smirked. Recklessly, you engaged your endgame. You did this to yourself, you know.

Your movements turned faster and harder and back again, both at his cock and at his throat. He began to doubt if his calculation was actually smart or stupid. Yes, he had managed to get what he wanted, but no, he did not think first to check if he was ready for it. Nerve ends went from a steady hum to a frantic scream. A delightful shortness of breath turned to gasps for air. Frightened and exhilarated for the climax he could not deny was coming - one that had been built from sunset to now in the pitch black of night.

Tongue made a desperate attempt to keep contact, but control over himself had been all but seized. “I - I’m…!” It was an obvious struggle, heard, felt, seen, to obey that standing order you had - telling you, “I’m about to...!”

Nibbling his ear with a mocking laugh, “Come on, darling, you can do it.”

Hot exhales flurried against your breast, a sentiment so interrupted, only you would make it out, “A-about to cum,” coughing, choking, music to your ears. Wailing now, “C’cumming! Fuck…! I’m cumming!”

Exclamation in his tone, but a harsh whisper in volume. White circles around your points of pressure, purple marks where they had lingered for too long. An orgasm suppressed all this time, it was not just a release, but an explosion. Back bending, toes curling, a climax that painted you, himself, and the sheets below you both. Tears brimming were sent over by the squint in his eyes. So good that it hurt.

On the final notes, you bent down - your face to his V - and used your tongue to clean him up. Icing on the cake. Another engagement won.

// // //

The current inheritor of the royal bloodline, was he not supposed to marry the finest maiden in the kingdom? Smaller, lesser, an obedient wife to him, that was what the world had always said he needed. The anticipation of his wedding had become a gossip, more than that even, a development that his people yearned to see.

Levi’s eyes glazed over as he examined you at his side. That was not what you were - no dainty flower, no small thing. A tired sigh, you were not the one everyone envisioned him with, but the only one that he could see for himself

The greatest woman of the knighthood, was she not supposed to wed the strongest man of the circle? Every soldier in the brigade had eyes on her, yet she only had eyes on their commander-in-chief, the one who had never lifted a sword. Her parents could not wait to see the family tradition that would arise in generations to come - all stemmed from a couple of warriors, but maybe that seed would not even be planted.

You turned over towards Levi and admired his resting face. To see him at such peace, whether in the arms of sleep or in the throes of your pleasure, you realized that this was your peace as well.

This romance was unconventional, a forbidden love even, but were rules not made to be broken?

// Kinktober Year 2 Masterlist //

[pure-kirarin]

Forbidden fruit - Doflamingo x f!reader (nsfw)

Summary : You fell for the trap, caught like a butterfly in a spider web, his spider web. You, a new counselor at impel down, met with the ex warlord Donquixote Doflamingo for a counseling session. However, he had other plans in mind... TW: smut, manipulation, unprotected sex. 

A/N : Heyo !! I am finally coming back with a DOFFY X READER smut this time. Actually it’s my first *blushes* and...honestly this is so..sinful...please don’t judge hahah. Buuut...any feedback is welcome and I had LOTS OF FUN writing this, so enjoy <3 

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Why was the taste of forbidden fruit so tantalizing ? Why did the mere thought of him make you shiver and yearn for his touch ? What was with the tone of his voice and with his flesh thirsty lips that just drove you insane ? You cursed yourself for the time you set a foot in that place. If only you didn't wake up that day...It all started a month ago when you got a new job in the great prison also known as « Impel Down ». You were surprised at first when you heard from some of your sources that the prison  was recruiting a counselor for its prisonners. You were even more surprised when you heard that your candidature was taken. In fact, you have just got your diploma and you only worked in some local hospitals for a few months. It didn't even occur to you that no sane person would want to deal with the criminals of Impel Down. You were an idealistic and optimistic girl that had a strong faith in humanity. You were empathic and devoted to make these people's lives a little better. You didn't care what anyone did, who were you to judge after all ? At this point, you have never dealt with criminals and it showed, your innocence was going to get the best out of you.

A few days in, you learned that your presence was needed for a program set up by the world government to incorporate the less dangerous inmates in society later on and to help the most dangerous ones collaborate.

In just a few weeks you did an amazing job with the level one inmates. You became trusted and loved. These men were thrilled to see what they called « fresh meat », however, they didn't lay a hand on you as you were given a bracelet that called the gards whenever you felt in danger and also because you only accepted to meet up in your own office. Weirdly enough, you felt like you were making a change, it was a selfish feeling, the feeling of a girl that needed to prove to herself that she was needed. You started bringing the newspaper to some inmates that wanted it and even sneaking in some of their favourite food. You never felt endangered by these men. You started to gain confidence in your skills and in yourself. You were playing once again the rôle of the nurse, as if you were responsible for other people's mis-steps.

After a month of that rather fulfilling daily routine, you discovered on your planning that you were meeting for the first time an inmate from level six. It was a name that you knew well...Donquixote Doflamingo, the famous former warlord of the sea. No inmate from level six has ever wanted to take part of the program, so you were puzzled. You felt a bit scared just like your first day there, but then, you gained confidence when you remembered your good experience till now.

That day, you were convoked to Hannyabal -the chief warden's- office. He was a weird and disgusting looking man. He was also extremely gullible and easy to seduce. You knew it too well since that's how you convinced him to have no guards with you when you were working. You wanted to make the inmates feel comortable enough to trust you and talk with you after all. You stepped into Hannyabal's office, It was cold and gloomy, he asked you to take a seat  :

-Good morning Mrs. Y/N. You are looking good today.

-Good morning Sir. Thank you sir. You say, uncomfortable.

-So today you are meeting with an inmate from level six, Donquixote Doflamingo, he is extremely dangerous. Don't hesitate to use your bracelet if you feel in danger I will come to save you-- I mean, everyone will be right there to assist you ! This whole counseling thing is a formality, so please don't feel pressured or anything. The world government obliges us to offer counseling for inmates that ask for it...However, no one from level six has ever asked. If you'd like, If you're ready I will escort you to Doflamingo's cell.

-Thank you Sir. I would like that. You get up from the chair and take a folder with the ex warlord's information from the chief warden's insistant hands.

You both got going till you reach the elevator. You suddenly felt a bit stressed but you try not to show it. Level six was humid and extremely cold. Your legs were shivering a bit under your skirt. The blue atmosphere, lighted by the faint flame coming from the lantern, made you feel extremely uncomfortable.

- Doflamingo is staying in a solitary cell. He slits the key in the key hole opening a first door. A unique cell was there, at the back of the corridor in total darkness. I will come look for you after two hours. Are you sure that you don't want assistance ? I mean, it's true that he is chained in sea stones and can't do anything but still....

-Don't worry about me sir. I have some experience now Sir. Also, I have the bracelet with me. However....Could I ask for a little favor ? You said, getting closer to him.

-Y-yes of course ! He answers with heart-shaped eyes.

-You won't need to come get me later...I will do it myself...I just need those keys...your voice was sensual and soft.

-B-but...Mrs (Y/N)...

-I will be alright please...

-Alright...alright...He gives you the keys and the lantern. But don't tell anyone and give them back to me once you are done...Are we clear ?

-Thanks a lot ! You say with a bright smile, leaving a kiss on his cheek. You really are the best.

The chief warden leaves you after that, heart still pounding from your burning kiss. You have a little victorious smile then get close to the cell. Only the sound of your heels slamming against the stone floor was heard. As you get closer, you start hearing the slamming of chains. You bring the lantern closer to the cell and slit the key in before getting in and closing it behind you. You discover what you have guessed to be Donquixote Doflamingo. He was chained on the floor with a crazy smile on his face and curved sunglasses that prevented you from catching his sight. The cell was medium sized, there was also a little table and two chairs, which was probably a new addition just for your consultation. The man's face turns towards you, at his sight, you felt an incredible energy that made you take a step back. But you tried to bring yourself back to your senses. You had to assert yourself and your position. You weren't here to be scared but to help.

-So, it's Mr. Donquixote Doflamingo if I am right. You get close from the little table and put the lantern and the files on it. Then, you get closer to him, and you bend over to be at his height. I am Mrs. (Y/N). I will be your counselor for today following your request. I will unchain you but keep your handcuffs on...I would like to have a talk with you as we are sitting right there.

Even the worst criminals needed dignity, you thought. You were here to help your clients, and you were ready to treat everyone as human beings. You didn't feel comfortable speaking to a chained man on the ground. Once you unchain him, he gets up. He was extremely tall, even more than you have expected. He must have been around three meters tall and next to him, you looked like a little mouse, fragile and harmless. You didn't want to make him see through your intimidation, so stepped back and held your arm up ;

- This bracelet, if I press this button, the guards will come and an alarm system will be set off. So let's have a nice session and cooperate, Mr. .

His smile was crazy, No, no normal man would smile that way. You then heard his laugh, a throaty and menacing laugh. He looked at you with the look that you have never encountered in the eyes of any other inmate. You could feel it through his sunglasses, and that's when you realized that he wasn't just another inmate.

-Oh, drop the threats already, Miss (Y/N)...Let's have a nice session....

He just repeated what you said but out of his lips, it was so indecent that it made you blush, realizing the sloppiness of your phrasing. You cleared your throat and took a seat, then made a gesture with your hand pointing towards the other seat.

-Please take a seat. Make yourself comfortable Mr. Donquixote. You say, ironically feeling extremely uncomfortable. You took advantage of the few seconds of silence to  examine his appearance discreetely. He looked a little different from the newspapers pictures. In person and without his usual eccentric attire, he looked more menacing. You didn't notice that you held your breath as he took a seat in front of you. His face was partially illuminated by the lantern. His tan skin looked like that of an oil panting under the dancing flame. Don't lose your calm. Don't get destabilized by that aura of him, you repeated in your head endlessly.

A pen was resting between your thumb and your index. You pretended to look at the files for a moment. Then, his voice came, low and intense.

-Oh...I will get comfortable. My. If I knew that you were this beautiful I would've asked to see you earlier. He says with a smirk, looking at your clevage without even a trace of embarrasment.

You gasped, surprised, it wasn't the first time that an inmate complimented you, in fact, it was common. Imagine a place full of men without even a woman in sight. Some of these men haven't seen a woman in more than ten years, they looked at you like caged beasts, but his look was different, he had a strong energy that made you feel naked. You were quick to put him back in what you thought was his place.

-Mr. Donquixote. That is inappropriate. Let's start the consultation right now.

-I do like the sound of Mr. Donquixote...But you can call me Doffy. Make yourself comfortable.

He says with an enigmatic smile, and you weren't sure what was his motive, but as naive as you were, you  kind of believed that maybe after staying so long alone, he wanted some kind of company, or to feel like someone he knew was there...After all, there weren't visits allowed in Impel Down unlike any other prison.

-So..Mr. Donquixote, you repeat, ignoring his request and turning the pages, looking at his info, you were incarcerated for opposing the world government, underworld illegal activities, allying with one of the yonkos and overthrowing a legitimate king and stealing his throne, am I right ?

He looks, amused, at your shaky hand, you were almost endearing to him, he almost wanted to take a bite. He corrects you then, smiling as always, looking at you and leaving you harmless as you couldn't look at him back, his eyes hidden behind the shaded glasses ;

-Oh I see that you reviewed your lessons pretty well. You just have something wrong right there. I didn't overthrow a legitimate king. I am the legitimate king of Dressrosa. I also orchestered the mass murder of my subjects by controlling them, just like this. He holds his hand up, amused, looking right in your fear-colored eyes. He suddenly gets close to your face, almost jumping towards you and you couldn't stop a little shriek of fear from crossing your lips. He then starts laughing, his laugh echoeing in the small cell.

-God, look at you, poor little lamb, are you already scared ? I'm just teasing you right there...There is nothing to be scared of...

He was getting close, too close for your own wellbeing. You weren't able to hide your turmoil anymore. He leans back again on the chair and looks at you, you were quite the entertainment. He surprisingly found you to his taste and he didn't even try to hide it. He was going to get his way anyways, but it was a nice bonus that you were of a delectable beauty. Looking at your lips, he licks his own, disarming you yet once again. You try to asses your now diminishing control and clear up your throat.

-Mr...Let's start shall we !! Well, why did you ask to see me ?

Alright, that was extremely stupid, but it was as if you almost forgot how to use words in his presence. You bite your lower lips, you felt so uneasy but you didn't want to be so transparent under his hungry gaze. You really did feel like a lamb and he was the starved wolf, you felt as if you were his prey right there.

-Do I need a reason to ask to see my counselor ?

-Oh..No you don't I was just...curious...

And here you are, acting totally unprofessional in his presence. You should assert yourself, you are the one asking the questions, you are the one in charge, even if that man is more than one meter taller. Your start twitching your leg as you keep writing something on your paper, it was a quirk that you had everytime when you felt stressed. The smallest of details caught his eye, as they say, the devil was in the details. He liked destabilizing you and he was surprised at how easy it was. He wondered how did you make it up to one month in this place full of dangerous criminals.

Your job as a counselor consisted at first of understanding the motives behind your client's actions and to create a trusting relationship in order to help integrate them later on. You didn't lose any further time and asked :

-So, tell me about your family. It was a basic question to get him to open up. Generally, relationships with relatives and family were meaningful for understanding the mind of a criminal.

-My family ? He laughs, so that's what you want to chat about, beauty ? You flinch at the sound of this word out of his lips. Alright. I will satisfy your curiousity. I killed both my father and my brother. I am sorry to disappoint you Miss (Y/L/N), if you are looking for a sad  story to feel empathy over, this isn't one. Everything I have done I did out of my own will.

He gets closer to your face, once again, and you feel paralyzed, as if you were just a puppet and he was pulling the strings. He have commited the worst thing a human can commit, parricide, and for a second your eyes looked at his restrained hands and you wondered how could a human's hands do such a thing. He had long and slender fingers, he had the hands of an artist, was that what the hands of a murderer looked like ?

-Oh sorry miss, did I scare you ? I was just playing a little bit, no need to feel so tense.

His voice was suave, dripping with poison. He was having his fun, you thought. He was pushing your buttons and enjoying every second of it. He was toying with your mind, knowing how little experience you had. He was reading in you because he wasn't one of these other patients you had dealt with, he showed you how tough you had to become in order to handle the tension from such manipulative creatures, monsters that would kill mother and father to get what they want.

-Mr Donquixote. I am trying to do my job right here, this isn't a game. Shaky voice, fake toughness.

But if you were aware of such things, where did that thrill come from ? Why did you see him as a man and not as a demon, despite his evil laugh and impredictable behavior ? Was it the demenaour of a charismatic male that was a warlord and a king just a few months ago that had that effect of you ? Or was it the same kind of irrational and stupid attraction that a middle schooler feels for bad boys ? But you weren't in middle school anymore and he was a criminal. You weren't the protagonist of some popular soap opera. You were a counselor and he was a man whose hands have killed more men than you could've imagined.

-Look at yourself trying to act tough and to impress me....Drop these little games already, we both know that it's useless... Miss (Y/N)...I didn't just want to talk to my counselor...I think that you would've guessed it by now...? You're a smart girl after all...

He says in a voluptuous whisper, and you forgot how to breathe for a second. No word crossed your lips,  you froze, skin cold while his breath was so hot on your flesh. What was wrong with you, getting flustered by his tricks ? You couldn't get caught in his spider web, you couldn't let him lead the session and act as he wanted. But...Why was everything he said so sensual ? Why did the way he talk make you feel helpless, make you feel like you wanted to see what is coming next ? You were flirting with fire, some morbid curiousity made you keep your mouth shut, waiting for the gratification of his next words just to push him away afterwards.

He leans in and licks your neck, from the starting of your clevage to that area behind your ear. You shiver, feeling his hot tongue on your skin and his steady breathing on your cheek. Your body that was so cold starts tingling, was it fear or anticipation ? He was a dangerous criminal and Hannyabal has warned you more than once. What were you waiting for to press the button on your bracelet ? Were you too scared to do it, or perhaps, did you want a taste of what's forbidden ?

-It's alright to indulge from time to time sweetheart...Come on...I see that you're dying for it.

You try to push him away, putting your tiny hands on his broad chest, blushing from his insinuations. It was unaccaptable, assuming that YOU were dying for it when HE was the one making these filthy advances. Your ego couldn't take it, and the thrill that was once there vanished as you threatened ;

-Are you out of your mind Mr ?! What you are saying is unacceptable ! If anyone ever found out about this you will-

-No one would. He cuts you right there. You made a huge mistake my dear. I will tell you what it is right now....You should never play with fire if you don't want to get consumed by it...

He places his cuffed hand on your throat, applying just a bit of pressure on it. Those hands that he used to...they were on your skin. The tension in your body released as you looked at him as if he had hypnotized you. His touch was extremely warm and you were curious for such a man. You were curious about how a man like him could love a woman. You wondered for a second about how such a man treats his lovers, and if the hands that killed were capable of taking someone to heaven. You didn't realize that you were slowly falling like a ripe fruit in the palm of his hand.

-I will press the button...

-You won't. His voice was firm, almost like an order. The pressure from his hand releases and his hand lays now on your cheek, caressing it softly. You didn't move, you didn't press the button. You felt a knot in your stomach, your cheeks extremely hot and your heart throbbing. You were ready to give years and years of life just to see what was going to happen. Before you even realized, you already hankered for that throbbing.

He placed his hand on your collarbone and it was slowly slipping, deliciously moving towards the fraction of your exposed chest, making you shiver. You felt terrified by the carnal desire that took over you, pure instinct. You felt frightened by your lusting over that forbidden fruit ; a complete stranger, a patient, a monster. He was thrilled by the look on your eyes, only encouraging him to go on. His hand now explored your bare chest under your shirt, making your breath heavier. It was the point of no return. You left your head roll back a little, letting out of a whisper of ease. He brushed and pinched your hard nipples, pushing your buttons, making you want him more and more. You bite your lower lip and murmur softly ;

-We really shouldn't be doing this...

-Do you want me to stop ? He said as he took off your shirt.

You cursed him for letting you have that choice, but he knew all too well that you were already dancing in the palm of his hand. You weren't able to say anything. He lifted you up easily and put you seated on the table. Your were startled by his move, scared and thrilled about what's going to happen. He softly caresses your neck, kissing it softly, whispering into your ear ;

-Say it and I will stop...He repeats.

Shit..Shit...shit ! I am not going to give in...no ? I am not going to give in to him, he is a criminal...I worked hard to get this job...I will lose my job...I won't give in to him...Will I ?...Your eyes were veiled by lust, he was dragging you in as if he was pulling you towards him by invisible threads. You were charmed and intimidated, he has such a sexual presence, you felt it through all your body and especially down there. You mumbled, your voice shaking, feeling ashamed but tempted ;

-Don't...your voice was a bearly audible whisper, to which he smiled, victorious.

-See ? It's not that hard....What a good girl you are. Here...I'll give you what you deserve...

His praising made you blush. You were yearning for his validation and affection. You moan softly when he slides his hand under your skirt, caressing your inner thigh. He squeezes your warm skin, getting closer to your slit.

He lays a finger on your dampening panties, feeling your depths over the fabric. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip, shameful.

-I haven't touched you and you're already so worked up doll ? He smiles in that detached way of his. I am very flattered.

-Please...touch me already. You look away, unable to face him.

He chuckled at your desperate words and one second after your skirt was down and your legs up on the table. Quite the sight. He licked his lips seductively before caressing your slit slowly over the fabric.

-What an impatient girl you are...It's almost cute.

He slides the fabric away now gently pressing on your entrance. His fingers were experienced and precise, he knew where exactly to touch you. He started caressing your clitoris in circular motions snatching moans out of your lips. You swallowed hardly, you weren't holding back anymore, fuck it. You already gave in to his touch. He continued to stroke you while his other hand gently squeezed your breast. You didn't understand how such hands could bring pleasure and also bring mourn. You whined, unable to wait more, wanting him to touch you more, to love you more. He slit a finger inside of you, effortlessly and you whined and squirmed under his touch.

-You are so wet that I feel like you're swallowing me...Such a horny slut.

Your blushed violently as he started thrusting his finger in and out of you in slow motions, driving you insane, leaving you yearning for more. Your hips were shaking with every thrust, he then suddenly added a second finger, carefully preparing you for his lenght.

-Oh....my...are you sad because I called you a slut ? He brushes your hair softly, but then why is there such a hungry look in your eyes ? You certainly enjoyed it, don't try to hide it...The eyes say it all.

-Doffy..

You tightened around his fingers, feeling the pleasure coming in waves, taking over you. Your legs were so weak and you wanted to close them already to make the motion stop as his increasing paace was getting overwhelming. He stopped you from that, forcing you to take in the pleasure that you were asking for. All logic and reason was away, your head was so clouded to even think about the danger that you were putting yourself through. As you were close to climax, he took off his fingers, leaving you puzzled.

- I...

-Do you think that you deserve it ? No I don't think that you do..not yet...

He smirked, getting closer to your face then captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You were  taken aback as you kissed him back, hungry for more. You gathered your courage and slid your hands under his shirt, exploring his manly torso. You then lifted his shirt slightly, inviting him to take it off so you could feel his skin against yours. You just wanted to see all of him. If it was going to be a one time thing then, you wanted all of it...

Noticing this movement, he pulled back and took off his shirt, revealing perfectly sculpted abs. You were amazed by how good he looked despite being in prison. He was flattered by the eager look in your eyes and without giving you time to rest he started licking and sucking on your soft bud. You didn't expect him to do that but you couldn't say that you weren't waiting for it from the start.  He sure knew how to pleasure a woman as his tongue made you quiever. His movement were once again slow, it was some kind of soft torture and you wanted more of him. Your nails digged into his shoulders, trying to contain your sloppy moans. His hands were holding your legs spread out quite firmly so you don't move. He then proceeded to slide two digits into you in conjunction to his tongue circling your clit. At this point, you were moaning so loudly that you got scared that anyone would heard the two of you. You almost fell backwars rom how much you were trembling and Doflamingo gently held you with his strong arm ;

-Careful honey, we're just getting started...

-P..please

-Please what ? He says with a smirk, teasingly tweaking your nipple before giving it a lick, reinserting his fingers inside of you.

-Hmm...Please..I want...I want you to..put it in...

-Shh...he whispers.

You felt shameless and humiliated but you felt no need to hold back as you were already playing with fire. You looked at the bulge forming through his pants and judging from the size you started to wonder wether you could take it in or not. You have never seen anyone bigger. He inserted a third finger, preparing you carefully for his lenght. He then took off his pants giving you a glimpse of his massive cock.  He laughs at your shocked look and pushes down his fingers in your mouth, which you instinctively start licking tasting your own wetness. You were panting in anticipation, your chest going up and down, heavy breathing.

-Don't be scared...It will fit in just fine..He says as he presses just the tip on your entrance. You slightly moved to slide it in but he kept you forcefully in place with his free arm.

-Who told you to move already, (Y/N) ?...

The sound of your name out of his lips made you want crave for him even more. He continued teasing you by sliding it in just a bit, making you expect it to go in then stopping. This sweet torture was making you lose all control but he seemed calm and in perfect control.

-Please...Please Doffy..I'd do anything I..I just...I want you

He looked to the side, unable to contain a little smile, an endearing smile. He puts his hand on your cheek with his thumb on your lips and can't help but say ;

-You are so cute. So desperate for me to fuck you, huh ? You would do anything...What a shameless girl...Wanting me to fuck you so badly while you were acting so tough earlier...He gently starts to push his cock inside, earning a moan from your sweet lips, Alright, I'll give it to you...

He suddenly thrusts it inside of you, making you let out a soft cry of surprise but also that of discomfort because of his size. It didn't take you long to accomodate to his size since he prepared you so well. You finally felt relieved and complete, having him fill you so perfectly. You encercled his shoulders with your arms, finding support on him. His thrusts were getting more and more intense and deep, hitting that spot that made you feel so good. You couldn't help but moan in his ears, showing him how much you felt good, engraving each sensation into your brain so you never forget about him. It was hard to believe that it was the same controlled man that was going in so slowly only minutes earlier. His pace was aggressive and unpredictible. You felt overwhelmed by pleasure, sinking your nails once again in his tan skin.

-Oh...god...

-You're taking me so well...You are getting so tight around me.

He groans and holds your hair back tightly, forcing you to look at his face ;

-Look at me while I am fucking you

Your heart was pounding so fast as you felt him go in and out. Your moans were getting louder to the point that you were biting your lower lip quite hard in a failed attempt to contain yourself. As you were getting closer to climaxing, he just stopped all movement and completely slid out of you, leaving you empty. You looked at him with huge eyes as he sit back on the chair, his erection dripping with precum.

-If you want it so badly then come get it, dear.

Without any hesitation, you stepped on your feet, almost falling, legs shaking in front of him. You then sit on his lenght taking him in entierly, making him smirk and groan. You felt hesitant to move at first, ashamed of that slutty side of you that no one before him, a stranger, a criminal, has ever seen. And maybe it's only because you knew who he was that you were able to be so decadent. You started moving your hips slowly, feeling him against your walls, nipples brushing against his strong torso. He caressed your hair, almost lovingly and grunts ;

-You're a good girl...Fucking yourself like this-

He then suddenly lifts you up while still inside of you.

-But you're going too slow, I'll fuck you good, because that's what you deserve...

He then holds you against the table once again, his pace much more intense than yours. You held onto the table really tightly letting a cry of surprise and pleasure. He spread your legs wider filling you with every inch of his warm cock. It was a feeling you have never felt before with any man, the feeling of being with someone who knew how to pleasure you, someone that could break you with a snap of his fingers but who decided to take you to heaven instead. At this point, you only wanted him to free you from that longing in your loins.

-I..I am going to...

You couldn't even finish your sentence. He was going deeper inside of you with each thrust. Now, his hand was around your neck. He was losing control as well as you swallowed him inside.He was also getting close to the paroxysm of pleasure.

-Come for me, sweetheart.

You got overwhelmed by his pace and you finally could let it all out, you felt your insides twitch and pulse with every thrust. You held him tighter, letting out high-pitched moans, feeling your legs tremble as you came around his cock. Your whole body was spasming and your breath louder but that didn't stop him from pounding you even harder. For a moment you felt as if you were going to pass out but you managed to say nonetheless;

-I..I..Please..Come inside...

Were you out of your mind or did he really unleash that dark side of you ? Maybe a bit of both, but you knew that you wanted him to fill you up. He was surprised himself, but your words turned him on even more. He then let out a loud groan as he filled you with his seed in a last thrust.

-You're naughtier than what I expected...

He caresses your cheek and slides out of you, some of his essence dripping out all along your thighs. You felt so satisfied and out of breath, letting yourself fall back on the table. He looked at you with a smirk .

-You did so well...Now I will take this...

He pulls his pants up and bends down to where your bag was. He flips it over and its contenants spill on the ground. He takes the key of the cell and hold it up while looking at you ;

-I'm gonna take this now as my payback...Thanks doll..

You were too tired to even move, thinking that you were fucked, unironically. You have succombed, you have lost, but why didn't you even feel even a slight shadow of guilt ? You looked at him turn his back to you, walking all along the hallway. The only thing that you were able to think of was wether you were going to see him again. He has just unleashed the beast inside. -------------------- Thank you for reading <3 Leave feedback if you liked it hihi

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Hey besties! I need your help! First off, I need some requests! Secondly, I need a name for my fan base. But moving onto the good stuff, part 3 is finished and I’m so proud of it. I’m so thankful to have such an amazing audience. Thanks to anyone that reads!!

Word count: 1150

Warnings: Talk of syringes, a few cuss words, restraining, mentions of child abuse/ neglect, and Loki being an ass. (Nothing against him, I love Loki.)

Please excuse any typos/spelling/grammatical errors I wrote this during a lecture at school :p

In Hiding, part 3/?

Parts one and two links:

You were finally out of the compound, and you were running faster than you ever had. You climbed up countless trees and jumped from branch to branch, just trying to get as far away from the compound as you could. You didn’t know where you were and had no way of finding your way back to New York City.

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It’s been 3 hours of constant running. At least you think it’s been 3 hours… You’ve finally found a tree to rest in. You shift into a stick to blend in. Unfortunately, you are a blue stick, but you were too tired to care.

Slowly, you drifted off into a deep slumber

—————Avengers POV—————

“We’re not stupid; she’s got a tracker. She’s stopped about 5 miles Northeast.” Bruce announces to the team.

“So when do we get her?” Natasha wonders aloud.

“I’m thinking night; the sun sets in about 2 hours…” Steve replies.

“It’s when she’ll least expect it,” Buck adds.

“Since she’s been running nonstop for about 3 hours, she’s probably asleep. We should go now, so she doesn’t wake before nightfall.” Says Tony.

“I don’t know, Tony. She’s probably pretty tuckered out. It’ll be harder for her to attack in the dark.” Natasha counters.

“She’s a shapeshifter; the kid probably has night-vision or something.” Tony murmurs.

“He's got a point, guys,” Bruce notes.

“We’ll take a vote. Say “aye” to go now, “nay” to go at night.” Steve says. “All in favor of now?”

“Aye,” Tony.

“Aye, ” Bruce.

“Aye, ” Loki.

“Aye, ” Peter.

“Aye, ” Wanda.

“Aye, ” Vision.

“Aye, ” Thor.

“That everyone?” Steve questions. A few nods are the reply. “Ok, how about people who think we should go at night?”

“Nay, ” Natasha.

“Nay, ” Clint.

“Nay, ” Steve.

“Nay, ” Bucky.

“Ha! We're going now. You all have 3 minutes to get what you need. Meet on the Quinjet.” Tony announces.

Clint moans but turns to get his things.

“You sure we got her this time?” Bruce asks Tony, turning to him.

“Now we know what she can do. The kid’s powerful, but there's one of her and ten of us. She's also asleep; we've got the upper hand.”

“But she can-”

“We’ll be fine.”

—————Your POV—————

Flashback Dream

You were five again and back with HYDRA, tied to a chair, various syringes with God only knows what inside to your right.

You were trying to get away; you struggled against the grip of the ropes, but, to no avail, you weren't getting anywhere.

In walked three men, dressed in white lab coats. One was gruff and bald, the 2nd was taller and buff, the last man, was short and plump and cowered behind the other two.

“This is her? She's smaller than I hoped. I doubt she’ll survive.” One spoke loudly.

Not survive what? Tears began to drip down your face.

“I hate children.” Another one of them hissed before swiftly stepping forward and slapping you. “Shut up, vermin.” He seethed.

You stopped crying and whimpered.

“Weak.” The first man jeered.

“The first dose is ready, sir.” The 3rd man whispered.

“I’m excited to see what it does!” The 2nd man grabbed one of the syringes and forced it into your arm.

Almost immediately, you felt a burning sensation; white stars clouded your vision, and your entire body began to tingle, and then your eyesight was gone.

Startled awake, you found yourself face to face with Loki again.

“Hello there.” He grinned.

Frightened, you fell from your tree-top perch. You hit the ground with a thud, and were met by nine more faces, who you noted were more avengers. You were so screwed.

As fast as you could, you created clones and shifted them into the people before you.

“That’s not going to work this time!” Loki called down from the tree.

Clint hastily shot all of your clones, and you were left defenseless, but you weren’t about to give up. You tried to shift into an ant to hide, but you couldn’t turn. Damn it! They had predicted your every move. You were a goner.

You were paralyzed, not by Loki but by fear. You began to shake violently and cry. This is where it all ended.

“Uhhhhh… kid?” Tony calls out to you, lifting his mask. “You good?”

You continued to cry; you wouldn't dare speak.

“Grab her..?” Wanda suggests, pointing at you.

“Oh. Uh, yeah.” Steve steps towards you.

You attempt to wither away, but you are frozen. You continue to shake; sobs rack your body.

You're picked up bridal style by Steve and carried back to the Quinjet. You're limp in his arms and quiet, tears stain your cheeks, and your eyes are bright red.

“Finally, she stopped crying. It was annoying.” Bucky jeers.

“She, a kid! Don't be so insensitive.” Wanda retorts.

You're legs and hands are cuffed once more, and you're strapped tightly into a seat.

You've regained all of your senses, and now you're angry. Angry at yourself for letting this happen, angry at the Avengers for capturing you, especially angry at HYDRA for making you like this, and mad at your parents for selling you to evil people.

Thinking about it, you're infuriated. A spark is a newfound spark that ignites inside of you, and suddenly you're growling lowly.

Ten faces turn to you and stare. You lift your head and bear fangs. It took all of your energy to fight against Lokis's magic and shift even such a small part of yourself.

“You don’t give up, huh? Foolish.” Loki looks up at you and grins. “Oh well, all the more fun for me!” He taunts.

Your restraints are tightened, and your fangs dissolve in your mouth. Loki gets up and moves towards you.

“Giving up now, foolish girl?” He says as he grabs your jaw and jerks your face up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

In response, you narrow your eyes. The restraints tighten even more, and you're beginning to have trouble breathing.

“That's enough, Loki,” Thor yells from his seat. “Sit down.”

Loki looks up from you, rolls his eyes, but lets go of you. He looks back down to you as he's walking away, smirks, and loosens your restraints. You heave as you try to regain your breath, and the Avengers stare at you.

You're angered once more, but now you know the repercussions. You’re really fucked now.

“It’s going to be 30 more minutes!” Steve calls from the front of the jet.

30 minutes until the rest of your life is decided. Better savor them, as they may be your last. Wondering what happens next? You’ll have to read part 4, hopefully coming out tomorrow!

Thanks again for all the support, I’m so happy I get the privilege to write for such an amazing and kind audience! My requests are still open, and I really, really need people to send in requests. Thanks again, everyone! Have an amazing night/day and thanks for reading!!

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Hi You write very well !You can write something about how the Comandante Veracruz interrogates the reader.With passion.)))If you know what I mean 🥵🙏😏👉👈

Heyo this was from a while ago and I was saving it for when I was hella horny which is now so enjoy ;) btw, there is dubious consent here so please please please proceed with caution and just know that there is clear consent as the fic reads on so yeah. Brief knife kink. Brief. And I hope this is what you had in mind?

You weren’t sure what you were doing here at this ungodly hour but you kept your mouth shut and waited for him. One minute, you’re in your station, minding your own business and watching the camp, and the next thing you know, Antonio is telling you that he was taking over from you because you’re needed in the Comandante’s tent. You frown at the odd request but say nothing and head towards the south side of the base. As you make your way to the tent, you try to think of what he could possibly want from you.

You hoped he wasn’t in one of his moods where he just took his anger out on someone because that would truly be the last straw.

Once you did make it to his tent, you stood outside for a few seconds to collect your bearings before heading in. When you didn’t find him anywhere, you walked to his desk and stood in front of it, waiting for him to finally come so you could deal with whatever issue he had and be on your merry way.

“Good, you didn’t waste my time.” You hear a rough voice from behind you, almost shivering when he walks around and sits on the desk. You try as hard as possible to avoid looking at the open shirt and the wet hair sticking to his forehead.

“Yes Comandante.” You responded, looking behind him at the wall to avoid his gaze.

“Is there something fascinating about the wall Private?” He’s definitely in a mood and you swallow the lump in your throat before responding.

“No sir.”

“Then you need to learn how to respect your fucking superiors and look at them when they address you.” He threw the towel around his neck away before crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow at you when you finally look at him.

“Yes sir.”

“Now, do you know why you’re here?” He leans over on his desk and removes the files in front of him before meeting your eyes again.

“No Comandante.”

“You’re here because a little bird told me that you were seen dealing with Americans and giving them info on...what’s happening on this base.” You almost laugh at him but when you don’t see any humor in his eyes, you feel your heart rate elevate.

“S-sir?” You ask, feeling your kneels buckle when he abruptly stands up and walks around the desk to stand next to you.

“What did you tell them?” His voice is low, a growl that sends heat down your spine.

“Nothing. Nothing I swear.” Your answer is shaky and you hate how his natural musk and cologne are making you even dizzier.

What he does next should scare you but it has the opposite effect on you. He smiles, the dimples appearing on his rugged, handsome features are far from welcoming.

“Hmm, I see we’ll have to do this the hard way then.” He pushes you down on the chair in front of his desk and moves around you, not giving you any time to react or say anything else as he unsheathes the knife from his holster and leans over the back of the chair.

You gasp when his hands sink in your hair and pull your head back far enough until he has perfect access to your throat.

“What a pretty little thing...it would be a shame if this knife...slips.” You’re looking into his eyes as you feel the sharp edge of the knife trail across your throat, tapping twice on the hollow dip just below your neck before you hear the soft sound of fabric ripping. You can’t look down but you can feel the air hit your heated skin where he ripped the button expertly without touching your skin.

“Tell me what you told the Americans.” He pulls on your hair again and you moan up at him before biting into your cheek.

“No-nothing...I- please Comandante I said nothing.” You’re not sure why you’re begging him or what you’re begging of him, but he seems to catch the unspoken request and rips down your shirt, taking three buttons along his path before he lets go of your hair and reaches for your breasts.

You’re a heaving mess, eyes shut tightly as he leans down and licks at your neck before slipping the knife beneath the center of your bra and ripping right through.

Your first instinct is to cover up but he anticipates your movement and keeps your hands on the handles of the chair.

“Don’t fucking move.” He warns in that hoarse voice of his before you feel his calloused fingers circles around your areolas before flicking at your hard nipples.

“You won’t like what I’ll do to you if you don’t tell me sweetheart.” Goosebumps erupt across your skin at the dangerous warning and you gulp when you feel his teeth close around your nipple and bite into the hardened skin as he taps your other with the smooth side of the knife.

“Pl-please...I-” You sob when his touches become meaner and more desperate.

“All you have to do is tell me baby and I’ll stop.” He whispers before he sucks more bruises into your skin and you’re shaking on the chair and holding on the wood when he unbuckles your belt and shoves his hand down your pants.

“So fucking wet for me...dirty little girl, getting turned on by your Comandante. Is this what you want hermosa? You want me to take what I want from you? Fucking answer me when I talk to you Private!” He growls as he shoves two fingers into your wet cunt, not bothering to take things slow or prepare you more for his digits. You’re crying, not sure out of pain or pleasure, and almost scream his name when he bites the top of your breast as he continues to assault your pussy.

“Fuck...fuck...you’re such a pretty girl. Sweet fucking girl, letting me touch you like this...in my fucking tent, where anyone can walk in.” You clench at his words and he swallows your moans with a bruising kiss. When he pulls away, he’s smiling down at you and throwing the knife to the floor before filling your mouth with his fingers so you wouldn’t make a sound.

“Oh you liked that didn’t you?” He asks and picks up the pace, eyeing the edge of your pants before returning his attention to your face. He looks down at you with lust-blown eyes and can’t hold back anymore, grabbing for his wrists and digging your nails into his damp skin as he finally hits that sweet spot inside you that makes you sigh in relief. You’re squeezing his fingers and trying your hardest to not make a sound as you cum on his thick hand.

“Pretty baby, coming on your Comandante’s fingers. Go on sweetheart, wet my fingers, open up for me and wet my fucking fingers.” He kisses you again, not caring for the mess he’s making of your face and your pants. When he sees your chest heaving violently, he slows down and takes his fingers out of your pants, maintaining eye contact as he sucks on his fingers and hums around them. You’re still shaking, barely acknowledging him as he walks to his tent and ties the bands.

You’re suddenly lifted off of the chair and you wrap your arms around his neck as you squeal, afraid he would drop you at any moment. You’re in a daze when he lays you down on his bed and begins to strip off his clothes.

“You want this querida?” He asks once, smiling proudly at you when your nod comes immediately and you begin to take your clothes off as well.

“Use your words Private.”

“Yes Comandante.”

[lyranova]

Heyo my sunshine! Okay okay I love taking inspiration from people and today it so happened to be Lei :0 and I was wondering if you could write Zora x Nebra meeting Ace and Josslyn would be pretty bizarre considering they barely know each other <3

Children of the Future:

Chapter 4: Ace and Josslyn

Of course mickey! I like this idea a lot and am starting to think about doing it with other characters as well hehe. But I hope this is good and that you like it and I’m sorry if it isn’t 😅. Love you lots hun 💗! Also, letting everyone know, Josslyn and Ace belong to @crazyclownthanos (go check out mickey’s White Clover series its so good 😱💕!)

Edit: Here’s chapter 4 guys I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @talpup (i tagged you since Zora is your adopted son hehe)

Word count: 1,625

Warnings: None

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Julius couldn’t understand what was going on as he stared at the pink and red haired children in front of him. First, Hikari Sukehiro, a child from the future shows up, and now these two? He frowned considerably before calling Marx into the room.

“ Yes sir?” Marx stood in the doorway and waited for Julius’s command, he heard the Wizard King sigh and shake his head.

“ I need you to call Yami and Nozel here, and tell them to bring Zora and Nebra with them please.” He told him as he leaned back in his chair, Marx nodded and walked out of the room. Julius watched as the children said nothing, the young boy looked very nervous while the young woman looked nothing but calm. If she was as nervous as her brother she didn’t show it one bit.

Julius had to admit, he was curious as to how two almost complete strangers would react to finding out they had children together.

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Yami grumbled as he walked into Julius’s office, he was finding it very odd to be living with Charlotte. They were having to get used to each other's quirks and mannerisms. It was made even more difficult with Hikari since they had to learn her’s as well, while also trying to get her back to her own time. It was a pain in the ass if Yami were being honest, but he was finding it quite enjoyable waking up and seeing the two of them there.

“ Hey Captain, you alright?” Zora asked curiously, he had wondered why the Wizard King wanted to see him personally, it wasn’t everyday that sort of stuff happened. Yami nodded.

“ I’m fine, just thinking.” He muttered as he scratched the back of his head. Zora smirked and tilted his head.

“ Ah, thinking about the Mrs. and the kid huh?” He laughed, but that laughter died in his throat as Yami turned to glare harshly at the red head.

“ How about you keep your trap shut? Besides, Charlotte isn’t my ‘mrs’.” He turned and walked away, Zora nodded and followed behind.

“ I bet you are starting to want her to be.” He muttered under his breath before they walked into the Wizard Kings office.

Zora wasn’t very nervous at first, he wasn’t as intimidated by the Wizard King like most people were. He respected him, but he didn’t really see why so many people were afraid of him. He noticed white move out of the corner of his eye and he turned and rolled his eyes at the sight.

It was the Captain of the Silver Eagles Nozel Silva, and his sister Nebra. What the hell were they doing here? He clenched his teeth and glared at the royals, who didn’t seem to even acknowledge his presence. He and Yami walked up to the Wizard Kings desk and stood in front of it.

“ What is it Julius? If it has to do with Hikari shouldn’t Charlotte be here too?” He asked before crossing his arms, Julius shook his head and held up a hand.

“ Ah no this doesn’t have anything to do with Hikari, at least, not directly.” Yami frowned before Julius continued and looked at both Captains. “ I’ll need you both to leave for now,” he held up a hand to silence their protests. “ You’ll both find out about it later, but for now just go into Marx’s office while I speak with Zora and Nebra please.” He asked with a warm smile, both Captains nodded begrudgingly before doing as they were ordered.

“ Now, I asked your Captains to bring you both here for a reason, now this is going to be a little hard to understand but-.” Julius paused before two pink haired children walked into the room.

“ Mom! Dad!” The little boy yelled before attempting to rush forward, but the girl grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back before wrapping an arm around him.

“ That isn’t mom and dad Ace!” The girl hissed before turning her attention to the others. Zora and Nebra blinked...mom?...dad?. Wait who were they talking about? The only people in the room they could be referring too was…

“ What the hell?!” Both Nebra and Zora shouted before turning to Julius, their eyes wide and disbelieving.

“ There has to be a mistake! There’s no way those two can be our children!” Nebra shouted, Julius kept his warm smile on his face at her outburst.

“ Wow you figured it out quickly! I’m impressed.” He laughed before Zora walked over and slammed his hand on the desk.

“ Of course we did! We’re not stupid, besides they have pink hair which is kind of a dead giveaway.” Zora growled before he and Nebra glared at each other.

“ I don’t understand how they can be our children! It makes zero sense!” She exclaimed, the kids just stood there and watched as their ‘parents’ were in almost complete denial.

“ The princess is right, I don't understand how they’re our kids. We barely even know each other!” Zora frowned as Julius nodded his head in agreement.

“ I can understand your shock, but stranger things have happened.” Julius shrugged and watched as the two continued glaring.

“ Heh, I would never fall for someone as brash and vulgar as someone like him. Let alone a commoner.” Nebra told them with her nose slightly in the air, Zora laughed.

“ Yeah and like I would ever fall in love with some as stuck up and snotty like you! Let alone a royal.” Zora told her coldly, suddenly a sniffle was heard and everyone turned to see the young boy, whom the girl called Ace, crying and wiping his face with his sleeve.

“ Gee thanks now you’ve made my brother cry with your arguing.” The girl glared before she gently bent down and tried to comfort him. Zora and Nebra’s eyes softened slightly in regret, they hadn’t meant to upset him.

“ Anyway, all we need is for you to help us get home. Then we’ll be out of your hair.” The girl said icly as she stood up straight and looked past her ‘parents’ and at Julius.

“ I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he laughed sheepishly. “ You see; you’re not the first ones to come here, there's another girl named Hikari who traveled here from the future as well and I haven’t been able to send her back either.” He said with another laugh.

“ Hikari’s here too?!” The pink haired girl exclaimed in excitement, apparently, the two girls knew each other. Julius nodded before his face went serious.

“ Yes. Right now I’m investigating why this is happening, and until I can complete my investigation, I think it would be best if you four all lived together-.” Julius tried to explain before being cut off.

“ No!” Zora, Nebra, and the young girl shouted. Ace jumped before clutching onto his sister's leg tightly.

“ I don’t need their or your help! I’ll find my own way home and protect my brother while I’m at it. I don’t need you.” The girl declared before turning. Zora sighed, as much as he hated to admit it, the Wizard King was right. Until they figured out who was sending children from the future back into the past, it would be better if everyone from the same family stuck together.

“ Listen brat, I understand you don’t want anyone telling you what to do but he’s right, it's the safest option right now.” Zora crossed his arms and noticed the girls eyes continued to look at him in distrust.

“ What? You think you can protect Ace better than I can?” The girl growled before Nebra stepped forward.

“ No, that isn’t what we’re saying.” She sighed, apparently she had come to the same realization as Julius and Zora had, this was really their best option. They couldn’t let two kids go wandering around in a world they knew little to nothing about, it was dangerous to do that. “ We’re saying it’s safer for you both, think about it; neither of you know what time you're in, or where you are, or where anything is. So wouldn’t it be better if you were with people who did know all those things?”

The girl bit her bottom lip and looked down at Ace in thought, she knew what he wanted to do, but she didn’t know if she could trust these versions of her parents. They seemed to strongly dislike each other, and seemed to constantly argue, which hadn’t changed much even after they were married. But it was still jarring. She watched Ace look up at her with pleading eyes, he was begging her to go with them. She sighed before nodding.

“ Fine. We’ll stay with you two.” She grumbled, Ace squealed in delight before wrapping his big sister in a hug. Soft ‘thank you’s’ could be heard by the others.

“ Great! Now I’ll find you all a place to stay that's close enough to your bases.” Julius announced before looking at the paperwork on his desk. Zora and Nebra glared at each other again, neither one wanted to live together, but they didn’t have a choice now. Zora turned to the girl again, a curious frown on his face.

“ Hey kid, what’s your name?” He asked and watched the girl look surprised for a moment before she held her head high and a smirk appeared on her face.

“ Josslyn.” She announced proudly, he laughed softly before a smirk appeared on his face as well.

“ Nice to meet you, Josslyn.”

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Sorry it falls apart at the end 😅. But i hope this was good and that I portrayed Josslyn and Ace correctly Mickey 🥺💕! I hope you all liked it though. Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[britishsass]

Can we have an orientation video for Otto Metropolis?

I feel like I need to put this under a cut. There's going to be four different videos, all by different people, but I'm just writing the scripts.

Oh, and one of these might be a bit... Spoilery? Perhaps? ;)

BLUE

[Win-0 is shown sitting at a desk, looking rather stern]

Win-0: Welcome to the Blue Line. My name is Win-0-Grad, but as your manager, you may refer to me as Win-0. I'm certain you likely already know your purpose, but as this may be unfamiliar to newly created constructs, I will walk you through the job in the simplest fashion I can.

[It stands, and steps aside to reveal a screen flickering to life. Win-0 takes out a pointer from its tool belt, and points at the screen with it]

Win-0: On this line, we regulate and bottle emotions. Particularly, sadness. There has been a lot of work here, but it's important work, and as long as the assembly line is running, then Mr. Mentallis will be able to manage his emotions properly.

[They tap the screen, and it shifts to a timetable]

Win-0: There are regulated break days, time off, and other such benefits. If anything is broken, contact me and I will repair it as soon as I have time. This is vital to the continued production, and any who do not report an issue will be deemed as perpetrators of said issue and sent out for repairs.

[They collapse the pointer as the screen goes dark]

Win-0: If there are any questions, press the button under the assembly line, and I will answer. Other than that, do your work, and there will be no trouble between us.

[End.]

~

RED

[Base stumbles onto screen]

Base: Is this working already? Unit 0243, warn me before you do that!

0243: Sorry, sir!

[Base rubs the space under their eyes, as if pinching a nonexistent nose]

Base: It's fine. We'll cut this part out later. Got it?

0243: Yes, sir!

[Base straightens up, and adjusts their collar and sweater]

Base: Hello, new employees. My name is Basic, but you may call me Base. I am the manager of the Red Line, your new assigned district. Some of you may be rather uncertain of your purpose. Luckily, this is a simple orientation video to explain.

[They clap their hands, and holograms appear on either side of them with scrolling data]

Base: Many of you will have different types of jobs. Some of you will have jobs as retail employees, janitors, or sorters. A few lucky units will be mail carriers, delivery units, or messengers. However, most of you will be working in the maintenance department directly under me.

[Base claps again, and the holograms disappear]

Base: This is not a bad thing. These jobs are some of the most important in the city, as we work to assist Mr. Mentallis in handling his emotions, specifically his anger. If we fall behind, it can cause larger difficulties, and create issues with managing anger. We do not want a repeat of what happened with Mr. Zanotto.

[Base pauses to give that statement room to breathe]

Base: As you leave this room, you will receive your orders, additional required materials, and directions to your workplace. Do your best, and the city will thank you for your work.

[End.]

~

GREEN

[Groovy rolls into view, and takes the camera]

Groovy: Heyo, folks! Welcome to the Green Line, your new home! It's the best place in the city, and that's all thanks to you guys!

[Its mouth turns into a sort of smile, which is weird because it's sound lines.]

Groovy: We're working with love of all kinds here, but no worries, it's an easy job. There's plenty of breaks, and a lotta cool things you can do when you're on 'em! For now, we gotta buckle down and do our best job.

[It rolls around the factory, showing off the whole place]

Groovy: All you gotta do is help bottle up the emotions! Big help for the big O, and it'll help him manage it all in the end.

[It stops by the outside, showing off that too]

Groovy: Anyways, I probably should tell you guys more, but I'm way better at doing it in person, so I'll be there pronto to meet all the newbies! Take care, and have fun!

[End.]

~

???

Sero: Hello. This is an orientation video for the members of this city. I might not have much to say, but the things I will say are highly important, so you should listen closely.

[He flips a page of his clipboard]

Sero: I understand that things have been thrown out of order as of late. The new management has been creating new regulations, and I, for one, have many opinions on them. However, I would rather not state those opinions here.

[Sero looks directly at the screen, narrowing his eyes]

Sero: I will, however, state this.

[Sero turns around the clipboard, revealing a statement: "Revolt. This is not right."]

Sero: We need to fix this. As soon as possible. If you are listening, Mar--

[The video is cut short by static, as if someone didn't want this to be seen...]

[End.]

[hairycooterlips69]

Service with a Smile

Howdy y’all, I had a wild hair up my ass to write a fanfic. It’s my first one, be gentle 😅 I’m obsessed with Hawks so I hope I do him proud. Also I was gonna name it Kentucky Fried Fuckin but i don’t wanna be ganked by the Colonel so... Takami Keigo x Fem!Reader

word count : 4k

[ (nsfw 18+) ]  

Warnings: edging, fingering, soft dom/sub, oral sex, nipple play, anal play, choking, unprotected sex

yuhh, get into it~

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Tonight’s shift couldn’t get any worse.

As you glance at your watch, you internally groan after realizing that you had been on your feet for the last 8 hours stuck behind a cash register. Between some brat spilling juice not once, but twice, on the floor you mopped, a woman berating you for not having any more barbeque sauce, and your closing partner quitting the night before, you were at your wit’s end. Working at a fried chicken shop wasn’t the most glamourous place of employment, but it paid the bills and your quirk did come in handy. Your empathic quirk allowed you to ease the negative emotions of others with the cost of others’ emotions somewhat rubbing off on you. While customers left satisfied and in good spirits, most nights you were left feeling exhausted and impatient. Well at least there’s only 5 minutes until close, you contemplate, mentally preparing yourself to clean and lock up the store.

Lost in thoughts, you hear a soft jingling and the thudding of boots against the tiled floor. “Heyo~, are you guys still open?” The first thing you notice about this customer is his ruby-red wings. Upon further inspection, you see that he is wearing a black body suit, beige pants, and a fur-trimmed coat accessorized with protective glasses and headgear, along with some pompous, feathery hairstyle. You felt as if this person was familiar. I mean, how could you not recognize a guy with massive birdlike appendages? You must have seen him somewhere, maybe around the city or at a bar. Or maybe you’ve seen him at the park, or maybe at the –

“Uh, hello. Earth to Y/N. Sorry for coming in so late, but I’ve been patrolling the area tonight and it seemed like this place was still open. I get pretty hungry around this time. Will you be able to serve me?” You snap back to reality, your cheeks tinged in embarrassment. “How do you know my name? D-do I know you?” you stammer. “Well, I read your nametag. But if you want to get to know me, you most certainly can, kid.” he quipped cheekily. What an ass. Your embarrassment quickly turned into annoyance, but you swallowed your pride and politely responded “yes sir, we are still open. How can I help you?” “Sir? I like that. Well, you can start me off with a four-piece meal and a soda, and after I’m done eating you can help me by giving me your number.” You audibly gasp, astounded at the audacity of this honey-haired jerk. Without a word, you quickly turned on your heels to put together the combo and get away from this man.

He must have noticed how upset you were as you placed his food on the counter rather abruptly. His expression softened from a cocky grin to a repentant half-smile. “I apologize if I’ve offended you. It’s just that I get pretty bored protecting the city and lurking on top of buildings. It’s nice to have some human contact, even if it’s teasing the cutie working at a fried chicken shop.” If you weren’t already flustered before, your face blushed crimson red yet again. Without the arrogance, you notice that this stranger was cherubically handsome, donning bushy blonde eyebrows, golden, catlike eyes, and the beginnings of scruffy facial hair. He must have been around your age or maybe a couple years older. You could tell that he was in almost, if not completely, perfect physical shape by the way his body suit hugged his chest. You hated to admit it, but his flirting was actually coaxing you out of your previously terrible mood. You manually willed yourself to reply, retorting “yeah, well don’t vigilantes like you have anything better to do than harassing a stranger while at work?” “Ouch, kid. A vigilante? Try number-two Pro Hero. I guess that’s what I get for coming in so late and giving you a tough time. I go by Hawks, but the name is Takami Keigo. But, I prefer if you call me yours for the evening.” At this point you couldn’t help but laugh at his boldness. After catching your breath, you responded “Alright Big Bird, enjoy your meal. Just please don’t leave too much of a mess, I already have to wait for you to finish so I can clean up and get the hell out of here.” For a split second, you saw his face twitch in an unreadable manner before his switching back to seasoned professionality. “Ah, of course. I won’t be too long. Thank you again y/n for the food. I’m sure it will be delicious.”

Your eyes followed him as he walked to the table and sat down, wings folding flat to his back as he prepared to dig in. You watched him as he removed his gloves, finger by finger. You couldn’t help but notice how long and graceful they were. Carefully, he teared apart slivers of each piece of chicken before bringing the greasy bits to his mouth. As he prepared his food, he would often glance up at you only to avoid your eyes and look back down at his food. What was with those looks he keeps giving me? It was almost like I angered him, or got offended by what I said, you mused to yourself. I’ll just activate my quirk. That way if he’s pissed, I can smooth things over. I don’t need to be bitched at by the manager again. With slight concentration, you activated your quirk. Suddenly you could feel what he felt – hunger. Besides this, there was another feeling. Similar to hunger, combined with a dull, growing ache. It almost felt like – yearning? Or something more? Once realizing the feeling, you quickly ducked your head. This bastard was aroused! You felt conflicted. He must be feeling confused by what I said to him, but also… I think he enjoyed it? You begin to feel a warming sensation in your midsection. Damnit, I think he is aroused. I’m starting to feel it too. Why would a Pro Hero be interested in someone who’s been covered in grease and sweat all day? You start to feel a little self-conscious at this point. There was no way that he couldn’t smell all the herbs and spices permeating off your overworked body. I smell like the deep fryer and I’m starting to thirst over some big-shot hero. I need to distract myself. “Hey, Hawks? If it’s alright with you, I’m gonna start cleaning up a bit.”

Hawks barely glanced at you as he responded “sure kid, do what you need to do. Don’t stop on my account.” You grabbed a rag and started to wipe down the tables with practiced ease. You closed on most nights and were able to get the store tidied up within 30 minutes or so. This night was different though, and you were somewhat nervous doing your nightly tasks as Hawks observed your work. When your back was turned, you could still sense eyes on you along with the steadily growing ache emitting from the Pro Hero and your own growing desire welling from within your body. Shit, the fact that he’s turned on right now is insane. I guess it is a compliment, he’s hot as hell. I actually kind of like it, you admitted to yourself. This realization combined with your quirk stirred up your own desire of being touched, and the growing warmth of arousal spread through your body like a slow burn. The more you attempted to distract yourself by sweeping the floor and wiping down tables, the deeper this yearning grew. Your watch indicated that it was definitely past the time you normally locked up and left. Fuck, I’m super turned on. What’s with him? And what’s up with me? You decide that you would quash this feeling right then and there. “Hey Hawks, are you okay? Cuz it’s getting late and I-“

As you turned around, you saw the Pro Hero had been standing a few feet behind you, wings fluttering rhythmically to the beat of his pulse. “You know, no one’s ever insulted me like that before and yeah, kid, it was cute, but it was also incredibly rude.” Before you could react, Hawks reached up and grazed the left side of your face with his right hand. “Now, how are you going to make it up to me?”

“I, uh- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just-“

“Just what?”

“I can feel you. I mean, I can feel what you feel, that’s my quirk and obviously you didn’t know that but I’m sensing that you’re-“

“You can sense how I feel, at this moment? Tell me, kid. Let’s see how accurate that quirk of yours is.”

“Well, um… earlier after I called you Big Bird and I got a vibe that you were annoyed but also intrigued? Also, uh – when you were eating and I was cleaning up, I kind of got the feeling that you were interested… in that way.”

“’That way?’ And what way would that be?”

You could tell that Hawks took pleasure in watching you squirm and shade brighter than his pinions. “That way. You know, an… intimate sort of feeling.”

You flinched, expecting Hawks to jerk his hand away from you and walk off in disgust. Instead, a sly, borderline wicked grin began to spread across his face. “Now that’s an impressive quirk. What if I told you that you were correct in that I am turned on by you? In fact, the more I watch you, the more I want to touch every single part of your body and own that delicious ass of yours.” He stepped closer, inches away from you, and began to trail his hand from your cheek down to the nape of your neck. You barely registered Hawks’ wings spreading out and almost immersing the two of you. “You can feel what I feel, right? So that can only mean that you want me almost as badly as I want you. If you let me, I’ll be more than happy to satisfy us both.” Hawks must have misread the look of disbelief slapped across your face. He backtracked, “Was that too far, kid?”

“N-no. Keep going. I want this.”

You had barely finished your sentence when the pro hero lunged forward, pushing his lips against your own with the urgency of a rabid animal. You quickly returned his kiss with equal hunger, pressing back against the soft, inviting landscape of his mouth. Lip-locked and frenzied, you felt him slowly run his hands down the side of your body and onto your hips, grasping them so intensely you felt his nails dig into your skin sending small shocks of pleasure directly to your core. You unconsciously leaned your hips toward, your body responding to the sensation building within your intimacy. You felt the pressure of Hawks’ reciprocating excitement against your leg as he moaned at the growing constraint between his manhood and his uniform.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re up for this? Because I can’t hold back much longer. I would cut my wings off just to flip you onto that counter and ram the shit out of you until you beg me to stop making you cum.”

“Hawks-“

“Call me Keigo, fuck. Call me Keigo, I want to hear you scream my name at the top of your lungs.”

“Keigo, shut the hell up and do what you said. Please just fuck me already.”

He practically flung you across the store, wrapping you up in a tight, muscular embrace with his vibrant, elongated wings beating erratically. Hawks placed you on the counter rather gently, attaching himself to your mouth again. You could feel his tongue softly graze your bottom lip in an attempt to explore you. Ever so slightly, your lips parted to meet his tongue in a battle for dominance. Hawks eventually overpowered you, and you could slightly taste the remnants of his meal as he ran his tongue vertically against the sinew of your cheeks. While Hawks commanded your mouth, you used your knee to tease and stimulate his aching member, pre-cum threatening to bleed through his pants. “Hrrnh, y/n. My cock is practically begging for you,” he groaned. You responded, “for someone who wants to fuck me senseless, you sure are taking your sweet ass time.”

Charged by your smart remark, he pulled away from your lips to focus on his next mission: undressing you before you could even open your mouth to land some other sarcastic comment. With surprising dexterity, he peeled off your shirt and pants while you worked on unclasping your bra. Keigo paused to admire your bare chest. “God y/n, as if you weren’t already looking like a five-course meal. I just might have to devour you until there’s nothing left.” Before you could come up with another response, Hawks enveloped his eager mouth to your right nipple while reaching to attend to your left bud. He began to suck rhythmically as if attuned to your wildly beating heart, lazily switching from massaging your left nipple between his graceful fingers to rubbing it in a clockwise fashion. You groaned animalistically into his ear, clenching your vaginal muscles and grinding your heat against the corner of the counter in desperation.

“Keigo, stop fucking teasing me. Please do something, you’re driving me crazy.”

Obliging, Hawks abandoned your left nipple to pull your drenched panties to one side of your private area. “Jeez, kid, you’re practically drooling down there. I wonder how wet for me you’ll get once I stick my fingers inside that pretty pussy.” Something about the snarky comment sent you over the edge. It was as if something inside your brain snapped, and the need to control this bird-brained asshole overtook you. Oh, I’m gonna give this fucker a show, you mused. You grabbed Keigo’s wrist and shoved it directly inside your clenched hole, violently abusing his fingers akin to a human dildo to escalate your pleasure. Hawks’ mouth practically dropped to the floor, his gaze shifting frantically from you using him as your fuck toy to the canvas of your naked body.

“Holy fuck, kid. That’s so goddamn hot. You really are such a slut, fucking yourself with my own hand. God, y/n. I want to be inside you so fucking bad.”

“That sounds like a personal problem,” you huffed. “Now take off your clothes while you watch me play with myself.”

You grabbed his wrist again to remove his fingers, replacing them with your own to appease the gnawing desire. “Don’t look away from me, Keigo. Make direct eye contact, or I’ll kick your ass out of here with nothing but a pulsating cock and a hope for a wet dream about me.” Hawks quickly stripped down to his boxers, awaiting eagerly for your next demand. You could see the evident staining where the fabric was constricting his shaft. “Such an obedient pigeon,” you purred. “Now stroke your cock slowly like the good little bird boy you are.” His right hand began to slip down the band of his tightening boxers. “Ah-ah-ah, I said to take off your clothes. I didn’t say you could take it out and touch it. Now I’ll allow you to jerk it outside of your boxers.”

“Fuck, kid. Who the hell are you talking to like that? I don’t like that bratty ass attitude you have. I may just have to sh-”

You interrupted his monologue to jump off the counter and engulf his clothed manhood as deeply as your throat would allow. Even as it threatened to touch the back of your esophagus, you could see that you weren’t able to completely fill it with your mouth. You worked quickly to moisten his stiff cock. He moaned and grabbed the base of your head as you proceeded to bob back and forth, driving him insane by your refusal to let him be in charge.

“You filthy whore. If you’re gonna suck me off at least do it properly.” Hawks was growing feral with desire to feel your slobbery mouth on the skin of his member. “I guess you have been a good birdie. Here, I’ll make this easier for you.” You removed him from your mouth long enough to yank down his underwear and return to his massive source of heat. You grabbed Keigo’s cockhead and placed it strategically between your lips, outlining the contours of your mouth and using his wetness as a lipliner. “Fuuuck, you are so good, so good to me baby bird,” he whimpered pathetically before taking him inside your mouth once again. You continued to pleasure him with an absurd amount of oral pressure and saliva which began to leak out the corners of your lips. After a couple minutes of sucking him off, you felt him start to quiver. “Ungh, y/n. I’m about to cum.”

You immediately pulled away. There was no way in hell Hawks was going to come in the store and take up your time without getting you off. “It’s my turn now Keigo. You talked all that shit and now I want to see what you can do. I doubt you’ll be able to get me to cum.” As you planned, this lit a fire under Takami’s ass to drill you harder than an army sergeant. Without a word, Hawks yanked you up from the roots of your hair, shredded off your panties, and proceeded to flip you on top of the counter with your dripping cunt exposed in the air.

“You’ll regret you said that. You’re about to sing my name until your pussy screams and it’ll be music to my ears. I’m gonna make you my dirty little songbird bitch.”

Your heart was racing as you were sprawled out on the counter, your most intimate parts displayed for Hawks’ viewing. You began to turn your head to face him when you felt a strong grip on the base of your scalp again. “I didn’t say you could look at me. Now turn back around or I’ll leave you with a sopping cunt and a hope for a wet dream,” Hawks mimicked. You regretted being so saucy with him before; he now had the upper hand but at the same time, you felt a wicked delight at what was in store. You could feel him tracing the outer folds of your womanhood meticulously and painfully slow before sliding upwards to reach the sensitive skin on your asshole. You involuntarily twitched as he touched this spot, not used to this area being so vulnerable. “It looks like I found your weak spot, baby bird. I think it’s time to show you what happens to bratty bitches who talk so impolitely to me.” You heard a soft whoosh from behind you, similar to a sailing dart. You gasped in shock as you felt the tip of a feather tickling your rim as two fingers began to penetrate the saturation built up in your twinging cunt. Hawks continued this assault as he began to fist his own member using the slick he swiped from your saturated hole, picking up speed to pump synchronously with his digits. “Shit, y/n. I can’t hold out much longer, your slutty pussy is soaking my hand. I want to feel how wet you are. Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fill you with my cum?”

“Keigo, PLEASE! Please fuck me, I can’t take this anymore, ahh-. I’m begging you, I want you to stuff me with your fat cock.”  

Hawks countered your begging by shoving his length into your sopping cavern. You cried out with a mixture of surprise and pain as he began to pump into you with determination. You could feel your walls clamp down on his manhood as he massaged your insides. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help but to moan, your mind succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure you felt in your overheating pussy. Hawks felt like absolute nirvana, reaching parts of you that had not been touched in a very long time. He continued his strides in an exaggerated manner, ensuring that you felt every single inch of him from the base all the way to his engorged cockhead. Your wails of satisfaction began to match the reverberation of Keigo’s swollen balls slapping against your perineum, applauding the unification of two strangers and their primitive needs.  “I told you, baby bird. I knew my cock would drive you insane. Who’s your owner now? Tell me, huh? I want you to say it, to scream it at the top of your lungs. Who’s fucking up this tight cunt, yeah? Who’s filling this slutty little hole of yours, songbird?”

“You are, Keigo, fuck. Fuck the shit out of me, please. Keep ramming my pussy, baby. I’m you-” He cut off your anguished whines by shoving his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste your own slick mixed with the flavors of his earlier meal. “Y/N, you sure are talkative for someone who can barely handle a cock inside her. Is papa bird too big for you to handle?”

“Hu-hrd-rr!”

“What was that, filthy girl? You’re mumbling.”

Hawks began to hammer into you, his breathing becoming ragged; the way you took such brutal pounding threatened to buckle his knees. He took his fingers out of your mouth so you could scream “I said, HARDER, you bastard!” You couldn’t help but to whine as he continued to fill your ears with lewd comments and grunts, his rhythm beginning to slightly falter with each clench as he fought to reach your cervix. You attempted to regain regularity in your breathing to no avail.

“Aah, aah, fuck Keigo. This is your pussy, don’t stop. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Shit baby bird, you’re so fucking tight it hurts. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you with all my seed. You’re gonna be begging for my cock from now on out and I’ll make sure to give it to you every night. Now cum for me, baby. Sing me a song, songbird. I wanna hear you fucking say whose cock is claiming your pussy!” The screech you let out was inhumane, your legs shaking savagely as a deep, almost painful orgasm rippled from your center. The lilt of your voice sent Hawks into a frenzy, his thrusts becoming unstable and jolting as he moaned your name. You saw Hawks’ eyes begin to glaze over and saw your opportunity to attack. You turned to reach for his throat and pressed firmly with your thumb and index finger with just enough pressure to surprise him, cutting him off mid-groan. “Awhk, f-feels sh-so good. Almost th-there.” You wrapped your legs around Takami’s hips and squeezed as tightly as possible, leaving the pro hero no choice but to release himself inside you, hips bucking as his load emptied in rivets.  

“Ahh shit, y/n. I meant to pull out. I should’ve asked you first.” He sighed as he slowly removed himself from you. You both watched his fatigued member leave your orifice covered in the combination of juices. “Well normally when people order food here, they don’t end up balls deep in me so…” you retorted. Hawks chuckled, a dash of pink beginning to spread on his cheeks. “Well pro heroes don’t normally meet such gorgeous and smart-ass chicks working at fried chicken shops.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. You weren’t immune to his charm, and you were wondering what just transpired. Hawks searched for a clean towel and began to wipe you off, erasing evidence of the night’s events. “I guess I’ll see you around then,” you offered as you both began to redress yourselves. You hoped deeply you would see him again someday, even if it was just to order food. Hawks planted a soft kiss on your cheek, then asked “when’s your next day off, y/n?” You sighed lightly, “I actually have the next day off. Thank All Might, I’m exhausted.”

Hawks smiled, ruffled your hair, and replied “hope you’re not too exhausted. If you’ll allow me, I’d like to take you out on a proper date. I know this great little place that sells the best chicken.”  

[alistonjdrake]

Of Rust and Gold: Season Three

*Or the likely very long intro to my third series of world building and character posts that all have to do with the second to last book in The Saints Song series. 

The other ones are here: 

Season one:  1 2  3  4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Season two:  1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Or can be found via OBS’ wip introduction post here:

heyo

Below you’ll find a run down of the prominent cast and a summary of what they’re all about so let’s get to it.

OBS, the third book in the series, showcases the Escana Empire on the verge of crumbling as a murdered king and a divided government threaten to tear the country apart. As some grapple for power and wealth, others decide to jump ship.

Prince Argus: After escaping the war in Codua and his sorta not-friend with whom he cheated on his husband with, Argus returns to Graza only to find his favorite brother dead and everyone else being a dick. In making an alliance to his father’s old enemy Argus hopes to gain a higher position in the council or in the empire overall as a dead king with infant children usually only means one thing. But y’know, he also has hopes to fix his relationship with Leo and to stop being manipulated by all the sharks swimming around him.

Queen Liliana: Problem in Graza #1. The council is almost evenly divided between her authority and Prince Leonides’, pushing them into a bitter rivalry that was toxic way before King Cidro was murdered. She’s reasonably unhappy.

Prince Leonides: Problem in Graza #2 and it was his idea to keep Cidro’s murder hush, hush until they’re in a better position to handle it. Whatever that means. As the appearance of old enemies and the disappearance of his own allies loosens his usual chokehold on the Escana government, for once Leonides finds himself at a disadvantage and there are many (likely a lot on this list alone) waiting to finally push him from his pedestal.

Lord Barraza: Partnered with Argus and ready to take advantage of the bad blood between Leonides and Liliana. His youngest son is missing after being implicated, arrested, and released from the last attempt at King Cidro’s life. Lord Barraza is pretty stern on maintaining his family’s innocence and that all he wants is peace between the Harvers and Barrazas.

Princess Damaris: Has been kicked out of the Order of the Knights (that international police force type beat) and now has blood on her hands but is currently in protection from the law on account of being a princess y’know. She’s really torn up about it. 

Princess Zurina: In a bit of a twist she’s now kinda close to Leo due to the whole “Damaris killed someone” debacle. As well as slowly learning to exert her own influence while her siblings and the rest of Graza fight with one another. 

Prince Orland: Eleven months older than Zurina and her right hand man. Kinda weird, but so is the whole family tbh.

Chancellor Harver: Bitter as ever. Argus’ involvement in Codua and Damaris’ murder has made Escan’s relationship to the holy capital really strained and has put him in an awkward position. Also, again, technically no longer a prince. 

Prince Aayden Ponsonby: Still cleaning up the conflict in Codua and recovering from whatever happened between him and Argus. His anger problems might have momentarily gotten worse and the precarious health of his father and changing attitudes back home has made his own position as Crown Prince of Oskya a bit tense so he’s often too distracted to be mean. 

Princess Hadley ek Ponsonby | Niężckna Hajnalka lik Villumsen: (I just like writing her whole name). Aayden’s wife. A bit on the wild side, might find herself in Graza because her husband as a (valid) reason to not want to be around Argus and also to keep her safe and away from what’s happening in Oskya. 

Reverend Mother Ulrike: Mother of all Santivian nuns. While she instigated the war in Codua she’s not pleased with some of the outcomes. She has a very anti-Justice Zisa campaign going that she initially was aligned with Chancellor Harver on but then his cousin killed her surrogate son so now things are kinda awkward. 

Hartanti Telak: Also currently missing. Still amazing and stunning though. She was last seen criticizing a nobleman for talking to her at a party. 

Lady Cordinia ana’Gustavo Carvallo: Now not the only Dowager Queen/Empress in the Escana Empire. In charge of the royal nursery and Queen Liliana’s closest “friend” if she can even be called that. 

Lord Enyo an’Tomas Serafin: Last seen throwing wine in Argus’ face. The highlight of his year. Totally not Lord Barraza’s sugar baby now. 

Ambassador Ulmer: Probably going to quit soon. The in between for Escana and Oskyan relations. He’s trying to flatter as many people as possible and keep the peace.

Ambassador Oprinchuk: The expert on Ardunese and Oskyan relations. An ally of Justice Zisa’s and a woman feared by many. Hadley admires her. 

Maltoq Zamen: Prisoner. Took a vow of silence and hasn’t spoken more than like 4 words a while back. 

Leo Dianglo: Has honestly been spiraling since he and Argus had their secret wedding. If he got his way, he and everyone he cares about would be leaving Graza immediately. He overheard some unfortunate things, was arrested for a crime he didn’t commit, and has another kid to take care of. He’s just having a rough time. 

Mel: Surprisingly, being forced to join the knights and then kidnapped by pirates trying to use him for purposes he can’t understand did nothing but made him an even more angst-riddled teenager. 

Mung: All things considered, unwilling knighthood hasn’t been so bad for him as he’s getting proper medical training and is no longer considered pirate orphan #2. Just don’t ask him how things are between him and Mel. 

Officer Gerwin: Commander of the Escana Knights. The one good day he’s had was firing Damaris. 

Sir Erasmus: Knight elected to keep watch on Leo and his pirate orphans. Although he hasn’t really been doing that lately. In fact, where has he been? 

Catalina: Marcel’s daughter. Leo’s daughter. She’s a kid and she’s around. 

Sister Rosalie Pélissier: Kellish nun who ditched the Kallenbachs and the Oskyan war camp to join Duchess Benedetta. But she wants to make friends with Argus. She also seems to know things she shouldn’t. 

Lord Gaius Kallenbach: Boy needs a break. He’s almost died like twice and no one seems to care. 

Lady Philomené Kallenbach: Gaius’ older sister and was (still is?) Sister Rosalie’s girlfriend. She also ditched the Oskyan war camp to hang out with Duchess Benedetta. 

Duchess Benedetta Onesta Cassiopeia de ave Astorino: The warring Duchess has secured a few more victories but might be willing to surrender to the Oskyans and the Escana Empire if they can all come to a beneficial deal. After revealing that she’s not working with her uncle and has her own qualms with the holy capital, she’s made herself a glowing potential ally but still a very dangerous adversary. 

Justice Zisa: The ambitions and unlikable leader of the Santivian world. He’s not a huge fan of Escan or Oskya at the moment. 

Princess Wiara Mirecka: The girl Leo found marooned on a beach turned out to be a missing princess of Gegra, fleeing her home after her mentor was accused of witchcraft and she’s been causing problems (and plotting kidnappings) since.

Tamune: The living god in the cells deep within Alda.

Captain Mercy Dunham: The island of Ruiz and his fleet are gone but he’s still out there somewhere.

Master Asli: Arrested and in Alda. 

Valera de Martí: As Graza and the Escana Empire struggles to stay strong after losing two kings in a so few years, some take the opportunity to reignite old whispers of rebellions and exiled fugitives may come crawling back to take advantage of the weakened government 

[buriedinbleach]

Heyo! Uuhhh I think the ask box is where to request fics?? I don't know if you're even accepting any rn, sorry if you aren't! Ao I read your "All Work No Play" On Ao3 and alsndkdn I finally found an amazingly well written fic for Chad!! Do you think you could do some Headcanons for him? Sfw and Nsfw if your up to writing it!!

Um, fuck yes I can! I’m honored that you think so highly of my Chad fic. Thank you so much😩 There have been some yummy recent additions to the Chad-smut gallery we all share. Hope you enjoy and I’m so sorry this took so long xx

Fluffy Stuff:

*Though he might seem quiet and shy, once Chad is comfortable with you (especially when you’re his love), then he’s very open. He shares stories about growing up with his abuelo that touch your heart, and stories about his friends that make you go ‘how has that Renji guy not blown himself up yet?’

*I say this a lot, but Chad really is an A++ boyfriend/husband/friend/anything.

*That man is 110% committed to you. Never even looks in the direction of another attractive soul (no pun intended). As long as he has you, he’s a happy guy.

*Chad is obviously a pretty mellow guy. He likes to keep things low-key. His idea of a fun date is spending time together – just the two of you – and it doesn’t even matter what you’re doing. So if you’re an outgoing person who loves to be around others, Chad may need a few gentle prods to contribute to conversation regularly, but he’s showing up – he’s trying cause he loves you.

*That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy a night out on the town too though. True to his roots, Chad loves taking you to salsa clubs to go dancing, or just to listen to live music.

*And fam, that big tall body of his is just as muy caliente on the dance floor (that’s about all the butchering of the Spanish language I’ll attempt – lo siento). Chad moves his hips in all the right ways, spins you, dips you, and hugs you tight. Yes indeed, you are in capable hands.

*Loves to play his guitar for you. And trust me, you love it too. Watching his fingers move over the most complicated chords with ease and creating the most beautiful sounds – it’s heaven.

Down to the sin bin and dirty nsfw now, shall we? Yes, that’s what mama likes...

*Chad isn’t overly experienced in the bedroom department. Well, at least when it comes to the number of partners. He prefers having an emotional connection with the person he’s sleeping with, so Chad’s probably only had a handful of partners prior to meeting you.

*That doesn’t mean our mans is lacking in the talent department though. No sir. He will wreck you, in many ways. Emotional seduction? Oh yeah. Treat you like the goddess you are? Fuck yeah, business as usual for this snack of a man. And he will absolutely rearrange your guts with his cock.

*Look, it’s no secret Chad’s a big dude – everywhere – right? Right. Just look at those hands… his massive shoulders, makes you just wanna climb on up… I digress.

*Chad is more of a giver than a receiver. He’ll make a meal out of you if you’re down.

*Very into foreplay and making sure you’re 100% ready to take him. Ok, maybe 100% of the time is an exaggeration since some quickies are never out of the question, but overall, Chad likes to go slow.

*I know what you’re asking yourself, and yes, he will talk dirty to you in multiple different languages. (As a polyglot, Chad has a talented tongue and mouth. More on his sinful Spanish dirty talk another time.)

*His aftercare game is on point, but his favorite thing to do after sex is cuddle. Chad is happiest with you wrapped around him in one way or another. Curl up in his arms, let him stroke your shoulder or thigh absentmindedly, and tell him about your day; he’ll huff a few laughs and maybe give a few short replies, but this is his happy place with the person who means the most.