#i started out trying to do these in rough order of appearance and immediately gave up

[gallium-spoon]

Ah yes, my favorite Magnus Archives antagonists such as:

Chain smoking anglerfish

Worms who commit identity theft

Delivery men who canonically look exactly like delivery men

Man who is also a maze

Woman who is also a maze who ate man who was also a maze

Hey, wasn't your coworker shorter yesterday?

Body builder who... Well, take a guess

Old man who just really fucking loves heights

Diversity win! Arsonist serial killer who serves a god of destruction has a lesbian crush on her God's Messiah

Homophobic vase (I couldn't leave out the homophobic vase)

Honestly are we sure that's not just a really big pig?

What if your shitty manager tricked you into the thrall of a dark god?

Man who just wants to die alone

The circus is in town! Oh no!

Woman who sees absolutely no downside to extinguishing the sun

Have you heard this new band? Their music is to die for!

Spiders

[redrose10]

Chapter 15!

This one has a lot of ups and downs. I really hope you guys like this chapter. We are getting closer to the end. As always I appreciate all the comments and messages.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 4, 806

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

Entering the passcode into Jimins door lock was harder than you expected in your current state. You weren’t sure what was worse, the pounding headache from the hangover, the pain in your chest from having Yoongi break your heart again, or the nausea in your stomach from the guilt of sleeping with Woo-Sung.

It seemed like a great idea last night. You were upset and hurt and you knew Yoongi really didn’t like him so it seemed like the perfect way to get back at him. But when you woke up in his bed with your dress still half off of your body you felt an immediate sense of regret. You felt like you stooped down to Yoongi’s level. You knew you were better than that.

Dropping your bag by the front door all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep off all of the feelings you were having. To make it worse you were supposed to go over to Yoongi’s later with Woo-Sung, neither men you wanted to see right now.

You felt like the universe was out to get you when you turned the corner finding Jimin and Yoongi sitting at the table talking and sipping on some coffee. Yoongi noticed you first eyeing you up and down with a smirk clearly liking your outfit.

Jimin noticed you next but he didn’t have the same reaction. Instead he snorted at your appearance.

“Rough night?”, he asked.

“Don’t want to talk about it.”, you mumbled beginning to walk away.

“And here I thought I had a terrible time being stuck at the office with your husband for eighteen hours straight, but seems you got me beat.”, he continued.

You stopped suddenly turning to face the two men.

“Wait you both were at the office all day yesterday?”

“Yeah we got there yesterday morning and found out we were about to lose the JYP deal so we spent all day and night in negotiations trying to save it. This tyrant over here wouldn’t even let me leave to go eat. Y/N, I had to starve.”, Jimin dramatically pointed over at Yoongi.

“I really hope you get an Oscar for that performance. I told you that you couldn’t go get lunch because Han from JYP was supposed to contact us back at any minute for a conference call. Did you forget that afterwards I ordered you a very nice steak dinner AND then got you late night pizza when you were still hungry?”, Yoongi rolled his eyes.

He then turned his attention over to you, “I’m sorry I didn’t call Y/N. I was just so stressed about this whole thing. That would’ve been a multimillion dollar loss so I had to stay really focused until we were able to save it.”

You nodded which only made your headache and nausea even worse. Suddenly you weren’t in the sleeping mood.

“Jimin can I talk to you about something please. Like right now. In private.”

The two men gave you a questioning look before Jimin pushed himself away from the table and followed you to your current room.

“What’s going on? You seem really off.”, he asked while you shut the door.

“Jimin I need you to be 100% completely honest with me. Did Yoongi leave the office at any point yesterday?”

You checked your phone to see what time Mrs. Chan had called as she said she’d seen Yoongi ten minutes beforehand.

“Were you with him at around three in the afternoon?”

He looked at you with a confused look.

“Yoongi got there at his normal time in the morning and that’s when he got the message that the JYP deal was falling apart. We spent the entire day in his office. Luckily he has that in suite bathroom or he probably would’ve just handed me an empty bottle. We were on a call with someone from JYP around 3. We finally left at about 2am and he wanted to come here and see you and then you weren’t here so we just stayed awake to wait for you. I was with him the entire time and he never left the room.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Oh no oh no oh no. I can’t believe this. Jimin what did I do? Why did I believe that crazy old woman?”

“Y/N what’s going on? What did you do?”

You shook your head, “I fucked up. I just ruined everything.”

“Hey hey just calm down. What happened?”

“Our neighbor called me yesterday to complain about Yoongi and Suri making out in the hallway of the apartment building. I asked her if she was sure it was Yoongi and she said yes. She could even smell his cologne. So I got really upset and did something so stupid. I went over to Woo-Sungs and got pretty drunk and ended up sleeping with him. I’m so awful. I’m not that kind of person. And Yoongi has been trying so hard to fix everything and change and I just went and blew it in one night.”

You expected your best friend to hug you, maybe wipe your tears, and offer some comforting words. You didn’t expect him to double over in laugher right in front of you though.

“What the hell Jimin? It’s not funny.”

“Yes it is Y/N. It really is. You really don’t remember anything do you?”

You shook your head. He took a seat next to you and continued, “Woo-Sung called Yoongi last night while we were at the office. He said you showed up to his place already pretty tipsy complaining about how your neighbor told you about Yoongi and Suri making out in the hallway. Before he could stop you, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the counter and took a few big swigs. You got pretty drunk off of it and then moments later you tried removing your dress, but only got the straps off when you tripped because your shoes were too big and then you started crying. Woo-Sung said he was waiting for his mom to stop by to drop off some stuff so he couldn’t leave and was just gonna let you sleep it off in his bed and then bring you home in the morning, but he wanted Yoongi to know about it. He even sent Yoongi a text later saying he owed him for having to sleep on the couch in his own home.”

“What?! So I didn’t actually sleep with him? And you guys knew about all of this? Then how did Mrs. Chan smell his cologne in the hallway?”

He continued to laugh at your expense, “Do you really think Yoongi would be so calmly sitting at the table if he came home at 2am to find you missing and he didn’t know where you were? Remember that one time you took too much cold medicine and were completely passed out? Well when you didn’t answer Yoongi’s call in the middle of the night he sent Jungkook to check on you.”

“What?! I knew I saw someone in my room that night, but I kept telling myself it was just the fever making me see things. I am gonna kill them both.”

Jimin laughed even harder, “He was just really worried because he knew how sick you were and then you weren’t answering him which was unlike you. In his defense Jungkook was only supposed to knock on the door to see if you answered. Jungkook’s the one that went rouge and broke in like he was James Bond or something.”

“Okay whatever. I’ll take that up with Jungkook another day.”, you huffed.

“So Yoongi knows everything and is okay with it?”, you asked.

“I mean sure he was kind of pissed off you ran to Woo-Sung right away, but I think he gets it. Yoongi is well aware of his past with you. And as far as Mrs. Chan is concerned, Suri wears the feminine version of Yoongi’s cologne. Some bullshit about it reminding her of him. I told Taehyung to discontinue it, but it’s a best seller and I think he’s a little scared of Suri to be honest. That old bat Mrs. Chan just probably didn’t notice the difference and assumed it was Yoongi. Suri also has a type so there’s a high probability that this guy she was with did look like Yoongi especially from behind.”

You stared at the ground somehow feeling better, but worse at the same time.

You definitely owe Woo-Sung an apology for your behavior. You wondered if your famous cookies would be enough.

A knock at the door interrupted Jimins giggle fit and when he opened it Yoongi appeared holding a hot cup of coffee and a bagel sandwich. Jimin got the hint and left to finally get some sleep while Yoongi took his place sitting down next to you on the bed offering the coffee.

“Here drink this. I’m sure you feel even worse than you look right now.”

Taking the cup you took a sip of the hot liquid. The caffeine instantly taking the edge off of your headache.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I shouldn’t have acted out like that especially without talking to you first. I was just so upset and hurt and not thinking straight.”

He smiled, “No need to be sorry. I understand why you did it. Honestly, I’m mostly upset that he got to see you in this dress before I did.”

Playfully you shoved his shoulder.

“I feel a little hurt honestly. I went over there looking like this and he just put me to sleep without even touching me.”

“Well I mean I’m like one of the biggest assholes on the planet and even I wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman no matter what she was wearing.”

You nodded, “True, true. I guess that is a good thing. There should be more people like that.”

“Yeah there really should AND it might also have a little something to do with the fact that when he agreed to go along with this whole plan, I might have, kind of, told him that if he ever touched you I’d take his guitar and shove it down his throat.”

“Yoongi that wasn’t very nice.”, you scolded somewhat playfully somewhat seriously.

Feeling a sudden rush of dizziness you rested your head on his shoulder taking in the smell of his cologne which had pretty much all worn off at that point besides a faint touch of cinnamon.

“We really need to get you a new cologne by the way. You’re like a billionaire, but you only have one bottle. It doesn’t make sense.”

“You should pick one out for me. Something that you like.”

“Really? Can I?”

“Yeah, but maybe don’t get this one customized.”

He chuckled while you cringed at the memory.

“If you weren’t with Suri then who was she making out with in the hallway?”, you asked taking a bite of the bagel he was offering you.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t know and don’t care. Hopefully she found some other poor soul to suck the life out of. But it does worry me that she might have something up her sleeve and this was all part of a bigger plan of hers. So we should definitely be on the watch for that.”

You finished off the bagel with some help from Yoongi before deciding that it was time for a shower and to get some sleep before Woo-Sung would pick you up to head over and put the rest of the plan in motion.

As you stood up you glanced over at the dresser where you had placed your ring the day before noticing an empty spot.

“Oh no! Where did it go?”, you said in between tears that instantly started falling. You dropped down on the ground feeling around hoping to find it.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“I lost it Yoongi.”

“Lost what? Your mind?”, he chuckled.

“Not funny. I lost my ring. I put it right here on the dresser before I left last night. I have no idea how it could be lost.”

Still crawling around on the floor you didn’t even notice that Yoongi had walked over and was now crouching down next to you. When he finally cleared his throat you turned around so fast almost knocking him over. He was holding up the ring you were currently crying over.

“I saw it when I came to look for you in here after getting back from the office. I didn’t want it to get lost so I put it in my pocket.”

“Oh thank goodness.”, you said trying to grab the ring, but he took it just out of your reach.

“Yoongi can I please have my ring back?”

“I think you should go ringless for now. It’ll be more believable to Suri if you’re not wearing it. Every little detail counts.”

You couldn’t stop the pout that formed on your lips and Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from finding it to be the cutest thing ever.

“Plus I thought maybe when this whole thing is over I’d propose to you again. You know like actually propose, like you deserve.”, he said helping you off the floor.

“Alright, but it better include a song you wrote for me or I might just say no this time.”, you chuckled which Yoongi met with a gummy smile and blushed cheeks.

“I wish you could stay here with me.”, you said watching him put on his jacket.

“I know. Me too, but I don’t want the she demon to get suspicious.”

You laughed at the new nickname for Suri before wrapping your arms around him.

“Just a little more time and then we can put this all behind us.”, he gave you a kiss and you watched him walk out the door.

When you woke up a few hours later your headache had disappeared and you were feeling much better. After getting ready you walked out to find the living room already packed. Yoongi and Jin were sat at the table arguing over what restaurant they should order chicken from. Jimin was at the stove making a large pot of coffee knowing it’ll be needed. You heard someone clear their throat and then you saw Woo-Sung sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. Your cheeks instantly heated up with embarrassment.

Slowly you walked over to stand next to him.

“Listen Woo-Sung I am so sorry about last night. I was just upset and not thinking straight. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable and I’m sorry that you had to sleep on the couch.”

He chuckled before shaking his head, “It’s okay Y/N. I’m just glad you came to me instead of going some place where you could’ve been taken advantage of. Cause I mean you did look really really good last night. If your husband wasn’t so scary I’d definitely say we should try that again, but sober.”

Before you could reply someone grabbed your hand and started pulling you away. Without looking you already knew it was Yoongi.

He glared at Woo-Sung before mouthing at him to watch it.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked once you were comfortably sitting at the table next to him.

“Better I guess. How about you?”

“Exhausted. I think I only got like two hours of sleep.”

“Was Suri there when you got back?”

He chuckled, “Yeah unfortunately. I found out who her hallway friend was.”

“Seriously? How? Who was it?”, you gasped with wide eyes.

“Suri left her phone out on the table while she was showering and luckily I guessed her passcode in only two tries. I saw these text messages between her and some guy that goes by Woozi. There was a photo of him as the contact and he looks a lot like me. I could see how Mrs. Chan would get confused. They went back and forth about planning a meet up and making out in the hall as the neighbors were walking around. It seems she knew that one of the neighbors would end up calling you to tell you what they saw. I have a feeling that she’s still not 100% satisfied with the situation and wants to make sure that there’s absolutely no chance that you and I reconcile.”

“She’s crazy Yoongi. There’s no nice way to put it. What did you ever see in her?”

“She was an easy hookup. I thought she felt the same way that I did. I swear I never thought she’d get like this.”

Before you could speak Jin cleared his throat indicating it was time to get things started.

Jimin and Jin helped attach the hidden recording device to Woo-Sungs chest using some tape. His shirt hid it nicely and they ran some quick tests to make sure everything was in order. Yoongi texted Suri to let her know that he was stuck at the office again, but that you would be stopping by to grab more of your things. Yoongi was going to stay there with Jimin and Jin so that Suri would feel more comfortable talking to Woo-Sung.

Yoongi met you at the dork to help you with your coat and Jin met you not long after.

“So everyone has their story straight? Remember Woo-Sung, just try and get her to do most of the talking. Try and guide her into revealing that Namjoon is the father and that she’s been blackmailing Yoongi with it.”, Jin spoke as Woo-Sung nodded in understanding.

You gave Yoongi a quick kiss goodbye before heading out the door.

Standing outside the penthouse door you were confused whether you should knock or just go in or maybe have Yoongi call her. Woo-Sung gave your hand a light squeeze, “We got this.”Opting for option number two you entered in the passcode which thankfully still worked. Just as you were taking off your shoes you could hear a loud sigh come from the entrance way.

“Don’t you know how to knock? You don’t live here any more remember? Or is that too much for your little brain to handle.”

“Fuck off Suri. Yoongi said he told you I was coming over. I just have to grab a few things and then we’ll leave.”

“Well hello to you too you little bitc-. Kim Woo-Sung? What are you doing here?”

Turning around you saw that Woo-Sung had made an appearance which quickly got the attention of Suri.

He smiled and outstretched his hand, “Nice to meet you. I’m just here with Y/N.”

“With Y/N? What is someone like you doing with a poor waste of space like her?”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, “She’s actually quite lovely.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment as you walked back towards your old room. You really didn’t need anything so you grabbed a small bag and started filling it with random articles of clothing to make it seem like you took something.

“Come sit with me. Would you like any bring to drink?”, Suri asked flirtatiously.

He shook his head taking the seat next to her on the couch.

Back at Jimins apartment him, Jin, and Yoongi were all listening to the conversation in real time.

“This is so cool. I feel like a secret agent.”, Jimin quipped.

The two older men quickly gave him a look to silence him.

“I really hope this works.”, Yoongi replied. “It’ll be fine. We just have to get what we need.”, Jin said trying to calm his friend.

“So how did the two of you meet?”, Suri asked twirling a strand of hair around her pointer finger.

“Ummm we met a while ago at a party. You know, friend of a friend type stuff. ”

“Oh and are you two just now getting to know each other?”

“Yeah Y/N has been pretty upset lately. She has been going through a lot of stuff so we’ve really connected.”

���Mmhm I see.”

“Yeah so what about you? I heard from Y/N you’re pregnant with Yoongi’s baby?”

She giggled,”Yes I sure am. See the little bump? We are so excited. Yoongi’s been picking out names already and we’re going to start on the nursery once Y/N gets the rest of her crap out of there.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes so hard he gave himself a headache while Jimin and Jin couldn’t contain their laughter next to him.

“Congratulations. I’m sure Yoongi is super excited. He’ll have a little farmhand to give him some help.”

“I’m sorry what?”, she asked coughing on her sip of water.

“Yeah Yoongi told me a while ago that if he ever had children he wouldn’t want them to grow up in an apartment in the city with a dad who was never around because all he did was work. So he said he’d leave the company and move out to the countryside and buy a sheep farm for his family to live on.”

“Oh my God, Yoongi and these fucking sheep.”, you whispered to yourself after eavesdropping on the conversation the best you could from your room.

“No I don’t think Yoongi would do that. I mean why would he give all this up?”, she asked gesturing around the very large penthouse.

He shrugged, “Dont know. I just heard Jin complaining that he was going to have to drive his Mercedes in the mud to go visit Yoongi since he was was looking at farmland for sale the other day.”

“Well we are not going to live like that so I’ll have to say something to him.”

“Yeah probably should bring that up to him. Especially before he wastes the time and money to order the DNA test.”, he chuckled.

“What DNA test?”

“Oh well I just assumed that someone with as much power and money as Yoongi would require a DNA test for any kid being claimed as his. You know, just to protect his assets and stuff.”

“No Yoongi wouldn’t do that. He knows this baby is his. There’s no way he’d put me or the baby through that. And even if he did for some reason I’d never agree to it.”, she nervously chuckled.

“I mean I’m pretty sure he could get it court ordered if he really wanted to.”

“Wow, she went through all this scheming and conniving and never even thought about what would happen if Yoongi asked for a DNA test. What an idiot.”, Jimin chuckled.

“I mean we never thought about that either. We could’ve just requested that she get a DNA test and when it showed Yoongi wasn’t the father we could’ve just used that. We didn’t even have to go through this whole extravagant thing.”, Jin responded. The three men sat staring at each other in realization.

Yoongi cleared his throat, “This is a good thing though. Now we will have this recording as well to make sure she can’t twist it around.”

Suri was beginning to panic. She hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Yoongi requesting his own DNA test because she honestly believed Yoongi would just bow down and give in to her.

“Why do you care so much about a DNA test? It doesn’t matter to you anyway.”, she spat.

Woo-Sung put his hands up in defense, “I really don’t care. I was just asking since Yoongi is an acquaintance of mine and I care about his well-being. You’re the one that’s getting so defensive about it.”

“Sorry, it’s just the hormones or something.”, she said trying to calm herself down.

You had quietly moved to the hallway just out of sight of the two of them in the living room. This was taking a lot longer than you had thought it would and you weren’t sure that Suri was going to break. You weren’t sure where he was going with this, but you were done leaving it up to the men and decided to take matters into your own hands. You made your presence known by greeting the two of them.

Yoongi, Jin, and Jimin looked at each other in panic as they heard your voice through the speaker. They hadn’t gotten what they needed so you weren’t supposed to be there yet.

As you sat down on the chair opposite Suri and Woo-Sung she scoffed at your audacity to make yourself comfortable.

“What are you doing? You don’t live here any more remember. Don’t be rude.”, she glared at you.

“Yes Suri, I am aware of that. I left on my own. I just wanted to talk things out with you. Like adults.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Things were great between Yoongi and I and then you showed up. But now we finally get to be a happy family. Me, him, and our baby.”

You fought back an eye roll, “I am happy for you and I hope you guys have a long happy life together. If you ever need anything just let me know. I am always here.”

Suri looked at you with suspicion, “Why would I ever need anything from you?”

“I don’t know. I mean one day when Yoongi decides he’s had enough and leaves and you’re left all alone you might need some help.”, you shrugged.

“That will never happen. Especially now that I’m pregnant.”

“Mmhm. I mean he already hardly comes home now that you’re living here. Who knows how many women he’s hooking up with just to get away from you.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re mad he left you.”

“Am I? Do you really think I care? I still get the benefits of being his wife without the emotional baggage that comes with it. You on the other hand? You’re just the other woman that he accidentally got pregnant. If that baby really is his.”

Suri scoffed, “Of course this baby is his. Who else’s would it be?”

“I don’t know. Could be the guy you were making out with in the hallway the other day. Woozi I think his name is? Could be any other guy in this country. I mean I was having a few drinks with Namjoon the other day and he said some interesting stuff that makes me think the baby could even be his.”

You could see Suri’s body tense up at the mention of Namjoon.

You continued, “He mentioned something about the two of you hooking up and now you’re suddenly pregnant. Seems a little suspicious to me.”

“So what? I hooked up with him. I’m an adult and can sleep with whoever I want.”, she crossed her arms.

“No no you’re right. You can sleep with anyone you want. Just like Namjoon can take you to court over the custody of this baby if he wants to and it sounds like he does.”

“He doesn’t have the guts to do that. He’s way too passive.“

“I don’t know. He seemed pretty set on it the other day. Said he was already contacting lawyers and everything.”

Suri was visibly upset. You were starting to feel kind of bad because you didn’t want the innocent baby getting stressed out. You just needed that final push to send her overboard.

“Namjoon showed me all the proof he has while we were drinking. It all looked pretty believable to me, but then again I’m not a lawyer.”

“What proof?! I destroyed the DNA test that verified him as the father. I deleted every conversation we had about it. Namjoon has nothing confirming he is the father other than word of mouth and that means nothing! Yoongi is going to be seen as the father of this baby no matter what and that’s that.”

“You’re right Suri. Guess you have nothing to worry about then. Come on Woo-Sung, let’s go. I want to get out of here before Yoongi gets home.”

Suri jumped up to follow the two of you,

“I know what you’re up to Y/N. You think you just got dirt on me, but no one will believe you. It’s your word against mine. And if you try anything I will make your life miserable. I’ve blackmailed Yoongi for years and I won’t even think twice about doing the same to you.”

“Okay Suri. Have a good night.”, you smirked as you walked to the door with Woo-Sung following closely behind.

“Well that didn’t go exactly to plan.”, he chuckled awkwardly once safely in the elevator.

You heard your phone go off from your pocket. Taking it out the screen illuminated with a message from Yoongi.

“Good job baby. We got exactly what we needed. Now hurry up and get back here. I have a special reward waiting for you.”

[katanablue]

Was going through a massive doc I have of prompts and came across one that gave me a brain blast.

Set after Leo leaves to Central America, a year or so when Raph becomes the NW.

Warnings: Angst, hurt, little to no comfort, Raph yelling at you and vice versa, no happy ending

You had an inkling that your boyfriend was the Nightwatcher, you don’t know exactly when or what it was that gave you that unsettling feeling in your stomach but you just knew.

His sleep schedule was all kinds of messed up, more so than usual. He seemed angrier and more on edge, patience seeming to run thin for everyone.

Including you.

Never mind the fact that he always seemed to be sporting a fresh bruise somewhere on his body. It’s not like he can hide them from you either since he only wears protective pads and his mask. He tells you that it’s from patrolling with his brothers or from sparring with Splinter. If that were the case then why didn’t Mikey or Don have the same bruises? Why did Raph seem to divert your attention away from the topic whenever you tried to pry more?

But then again, who are you to not believe him, your boyfriend has never lied to you before so why would he now?

Still, it’s just another piece to the mysterious puzzle, one that seems to be never ending the more you try and put it together.

Deep down you knew. Knew that he was out there alone and putting himself in these dangerous situations without any help. Whenever you saw a story on the news about how ‘The Nightwatcher Struck Again’, you’d immediately turn to look at Raphael to gauge his reaction, hoping that maybe you can pick up any subtle sign on his face.

But he kept himself stoic, expression blank as he listened to the coverage.

You had asked Donnie, Mikey and even Splinter if they’ve noticed anything off with him but all they told you was that he was struggling with Leo’s absence. It’s believable, because that’s what they believe.

Casey didn’t know any better, saying that Raph was just having a hard time adjusting with the lack of crime fighting and order between him and his brothers. Just because Shredder was dead, didn’t mean that crime stopped. In fact it was at an all time high; especially with the Purple Dragons now trying to take over every inch of city they could.

Then the late night appearances started happening.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to show up at your apartment unannounced prior to Leo leaving. Nowadays he only showed up when he was battered and bruised, looking as if he just got out of a dogfight. And at first you didn’t ask, having tended to some of his injuries before. You presumed that he had a scuffle or two with one of his brothers or maybe he and Casey just got a bit too rough with one another.

That’s when you vaguely recalled hearing Mikey talk about how Splinter forbade them from doing any patrols until Leo returned.

You nearly asked him one night right then and there when he showed up on your fire escape at 3 a.m, splattered in bruises and cuts, nearly halfway unconscious. You had hauled him in and laid him on your bed, on the verge of tears as he bled onto your sheets. You begged and begged for him to tell you what happened but he refused, just wanting you to clean him up and go to sleep holding you in his arms.

And you listened of course, not wanting to push and risk having him shut you out completely. But that night replayed constantly in your head and it’s what drove you for your next course of action.

It was driving you crazy not knowing, and it made you plan to deliberately put yourself in danger just to see if he would come and save you.

Luckily for you, you only had to put yourself at risk just once.

It’s over before it even really began, a long chain weapon zipped right in front of you and into the skull of the thug who attempted to rob you at gun point. You gasped and shielded your face, turning away from the man who was cradling his bleeding head and trying to get up off the floor. You heard a loud metallic thud somewhere in the alley, the footsteps getting closer to you.

You looked up right into the eyes of the infamous Nightwatcher.

It felt like time stood still as he looked at you, alarms ringing in Raphael’s head as he tried to figure out why the hell you were out so late at night.

You practically screamed at yourself to look at him entirely, take in his whole form before he left. Your eyes roamed haphazardly over him; from his metal helmet, down his right arm, all the way to his gloves—

“Hold your breath.”

You hardly had anytime to register his words before he snapped something to the ground, a cloud of gray smoke enveloping your vision. You covered your nose and mouth with your hand, shutting your eyes and waving away the smoke. He ran past you to snatch up the goon, not even sparing you another glance as he hurried out the alley. You went after him blindly, seeing the guy tied up to a light pole and just barely catching the Nightwatcher pull off on his all too familiar motorcycle and drive away.

You went back into the alley, searching the ground until you found it; the capsule. You’d seen these before, not many people, let alone any crime fighters use this type.

And you remember exactly who the mutant was that showed them to you.

As soon as you got home you texted Raph that you needed to see him, hardly giving him any time to respond before you called. You were urgent in your message, pleading for him to come over and explaining that you almost got robbed but were saved by the Nightwatcher.

You felt awful because it felt like you were lying to him, luring him into a trap.

In a way you almost were, because you practically had solid evidence that he is the Nightwatcher. It’s like you acquired the last piece of the puzzle and all you had to do was put it into place.

Raphael knew what you were doing and he hated it. Hated that he allowed himself to be so careless, hated that he got himself into this predicament in the first place, hated that he knew that if he didn’t go to you then it would make him seem like the worlds most horrible boyfriend.

There’s a part of him that hopes you haven’t put two and two together, that you were just in dire need of some comfort after a nearly traumatic event. But when he takes that first step on your fire escape and looks into your window, seeing you standing there like a nervous wreck…

He knows you know.

The silence is uncomfortable, like a thick heavy blanket that makes it nearly impossible to breathe. You feel like there’s something wrapped around your lungs the longer Raph goes without saying anything. He can see one of your hands clenched into a fist, your shaking barely visible and he wants nothing more than to close the distance between you two, scoop you into his arms and kiss you breathless to distract you.

Eventually you can’t take the silence anymore, opening your hand and tossing the smoke capsule onto the carpet between you two.

It’s like the blanket doubles in thickness when his eyes land on it.

“Where—“

“Don’t. Do not fucking lie to me, Raphael.” You keep your voice steady, forcing yourself to maintain your composure and to not completely lose it at your boyfriend.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out harshly, fingers flexing against his palms as he looks between you and the empty smoke pellet.

“I can explain.”

“Why don’t you say it first.”

Another deep inhale, followed by his hand coming to run down his face.

“You’re the Nightwatcher.” Your tone gets softer but it doesn’t lessen the impact of your words nor the tears that start to line your eyes.

You hate how Raph is able to keep up his poker face, like you didn’t just reveal his longtime secret of the past year.

He only gives you a simple nod and that seems to finally break the dam.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

���Can we please talk about this tomorrow?” He asks, straining as he tries to keep calm.

“No,” You say, actually appalled that he would have the audacity to say that. “You need to explain yourself—“

“What the hell is there to explain!” His voice raises in volume, hands going up in the air in exasperation. “I’m protectin’ the city, I’m keepin’ people safe, I’m doin what I’ve always done!”

“But by yourself, Raph? Are you crazy!?” You fight back, holding back your anger and tears as your emotions start to overflow.

“Listen, I’ve been doin’ just fine, okay? I don’t need you breathin’ down my back now that you know.” He rolls his eyes when you scoff, folding his arms over his plastron and shaking his head.

“You don’t want me to be concerned? News flash, Hothead— that’s what loved ones do!” You couldn’t believe this, that he’s somehow turning this around on you when he’s the one who’s been lying about his late night activities for so long.

“Whatever,” He sneers, waving you off with a flick of his hand and turning towards the fire escape.

“Don’t you dare leave. We’re not done talking about this.” You step closer to him, your slipper crunching over the empty capsule as you get closer to him.

“What the fuck else is there to talk about? Hm? Because I’m sure as hell ain’t gonna stop bein’ the Nightwatcher.” He growls over his shoulder, not even giving you the respect of saying it to your face completely,

This isn’t Raph, not really. This isn’t the turtle you’ve come to fall in love with, the one who used to take you for rides around the city on his bike at random intervals of the night or the one who surprised you with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers waiting on your fire escape with a card that said ‘happy birthday, sweetheart’ right at midnight.

Not the same Raph who held you close and kissed your tears away the first time you made love because you were so overwhelmed by everything. He held you close and whispered nothing but praise and adoration for you, waiting until you showed him that beautiful smile before he took you to a pleasurable new height.

The same Raph who definitely had his faults whether it was by accidentally hitting you a bit too hard during training or the one who’d shut you out but immediately open up once he was ready.

You know that Raph is still somewhere in there, hidden within the castle of walls and laying beneath all that anger and hatred he’s built up over time due to Leo being gone.

There’s a brief fleeting moment that passes in your brain that maybe you should’ve been more patient with him, that if you had just waited out a little longer then maybe he would’ve told you instead of you having to confront him like this.

“You know what, no, how bout we talk bout the fact that you put yourself in danger! Just to prove something that you already knew! Are you fuckin’ thick in the head?” Now he whirls around to face you, his brow set so deep that all you want to do is reach up and smooth it out with your fingers.

“It’s not like you would’ve told me if I asked you! You could hardly admit it just now—“

“My business is my fuckin’ business, okay?” He gestures towards himself, tapping at his plastron and glaring down at you. “And you need to learn when to stop stickin’ your nose into shit that ain’t yours!”

He hates how he’s letting his anger consume him, letting it take over and manipulate his body like a puppet. He feels himself start to get out of control and he knows he’s got to get out there before he says something he’ll regret.

“Fine,” You croak out, the quiver in your tone not going unnoticed by him.

But it seems it’s already too late.

“You want me to stop getting in your business?”

Shit shit shit, don’t say it.

Please don’t say it.

“Wish granted. I’m done.”

You turn away so you don’t have to see the way Raphael’s face fall at your words, how his brow immediately smooths out and how his lips part in shock.

“Wha— no, sweetheart. You can’t—“ he reaches out towards you and just faintly grazes your arm. His heart falls to his stomach when you pull away, like his touch burned your skin and you had to get away before it spread like wildfire.

“I will not stand by and watch you throw yourself in danger, night after night, with absolutely no backup. I will not be waiting by my window every night, wondering if you’re going to show up with one foot on deaths door. I respected your privacy but only asked that you be careful and be mindful about what you’re doing.”

Raphael stares hard at you, fingers clenching into fists as he chooses his next few words wisely.

“So that’s it then? It’s over?”

You can tell he’s doing all he can to not break down and beg for your forgiveness. Even the next sentence being on the tip of your tongue has you shedding tears, wiping them away quickly and willing yourself to finish speaking.

“You pushed me away, refused to even give me the grace to tell me what you were doing, instead having me back you up into a corner and practically force it out of you.” You inhale shakily, saying it before you can fully stop yourself.

“It’s over.” You whisper, crying more freely now.

He looks at you crestfallen, shaking his head in disbelief as your words rings over and over in his head. He doesn’t say anything as he turns away from you and back out the window. He looks over his shoulder one last time, hating that his last memory of you is going to be you standing there heartbroken with a tear streaked face.

He wants to scream and shout; at you and himself. He wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake you while he pleads for you to forgive him and that he’ll do better, that he’ll work on his vulnerability more. He tells himself that all you need is space, that with time you’ll take him back and you can go back to the way things were. That you can adjust to him being the Nightwatcher.

“I’m sorry.” He leaves you with that, jumping off the fire escape and disappearing into the bleak night.

You believe him and that thought makes you cry even harder.

[jfleamont]

Hey for your jily muse, out of order <3

Okay this is unforgivable, I know. You sent this prompt over two months ago. TWO. This ask has been sitting in my inbox since the 18th of January, so you probably won't even remember sending this but I promise you I've been thinking about it constantly and waiting to have free time to work on it and I have this tendency to leave things unfinished so this is me working through that as well lol

Without further ado, here it is ❤️

Out of Order - 744 words

Evans is in the boys' bathroom. She's in the boys' bathroom and she's crying.

One of her hands is gripping the sink, while the other fruitlessly wipes the tears that keep escaping.

She hasn't noticed his arrival, and Sirius doesn't bother clearing his throat. “I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason for this.”

She makes a startled noise and turns to face him, her expression a mixture of anger and sadness. It's comical, really, so Sirius laughs.

“There is,” she mutters as she wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jumper. Her voice lacks the edge she usually aims at him— and at James, too, though Sirius can't help but notice a slight difference there.

He walks towards her and hands her his monogrammed tissue - he's never used it for this purpose specifically, but it has proved to be useful during the occasional prank or after a rough full moon - which she grabs immediately. She doesn't thank him, but he doesn't expect her to.

“Ah well, that's all I needed to know. It's not like you're invading my personal space or something.”

She lifts an eyebrow and eyes him curiously, looking more like her usual self. “I'm sorry, is there a plaque or an inscription that I haven't noticed? Does House Black monogram bathrooms as well as tissues?”

“Not that I'm aware of, no. Don't give my mother ideas, though, she might actually try to do that.”

She makes an attempt at a smile, but it quickly turns into a quiet sob.

“Apparently there can only be one crying girl per bathroom, and Myrtle has claimed the one across the corridor as hers so it's out of order,” she explains as she tries to regain control of her emotions, “and I thought this one was empty since everyone is heading down to watch the match.”

“You were right... for the most part. Why aren't you going then?”

“No reason,” she replies, her voice even, but she's not looking at him.

Sirius thinks he knows why. He suspects it has to do with the good luck kiss that Cornelia Kettleburn gave James at breakfast and how quickly Lily disappeared after that.

“Cool. I'm not going either. Fancy going to the Astronomy tower for a smoke?”

She looks taken aback. “I— wait, why aren't you going?”

In truth Sirius wants to go, and James is going to kill him for this, but lately he's been claiming that he no longer has feelings for Lily, and Sirius hates being lied to, so technically this is just payback.

“James got on my nerves so I'm skipping the match in protest,” he adds with a shrug and it's the truth, because it wouldn't be fair to lie. “So, are we smoking or not? Got a fag I can borrow?”

She's not an idiot: she knows this is an olive branch of sorts. Sirius can tell she's deciding whether to believe him or not; after a moment she sighs, and Sirius knows he's won.

“Haven't you got your own? Merlin, you're cheap,” she says while producing a pack of cigarettes from her satchel and handing it to him, a smirk on her face. He's glad to see that she seems to have calmed down significantly.

“I'm trying to quit so I stopped carrying them around,” he replies and grabs one, putting it in the breast pocket of his vest.

“Looks like it's working,” she notes as she fixes her appearance in front of the mirror and readies herself to leave the room.

“Absolutely.”

“Why are you mad at Potter anyway? Thought you two were inseparable,” she asks as she walks towards the door, a step ahead of him so that he can't see her face.

“Can't tell you, it's a secret.”

She huffs. “You lot are starting to sound ridiculous with all these secrets,” she whips her head towards him, her disapproval clear on her face, though he's almost certain this is just another way of disguising her curiosity. “Is this little group of yours a cult or something?”

“It's a counterculture,” he explains as he exits the bathroom, “how else are we going to beat those bigoted dickheads? The only way to fight a cult is with another cult.”

He's just joking, but the idea doesn't sound half bad to his ears.

Apparently Lily disagrees, because she snorts. Loudly. “Not sure about that logic but you do you, I guess.”

“Thanks for the support.”

“Anytime, Black.”

[uvobreakmylegs]

Futility

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, abusive relationships, non con, jealousy, power imbalance, slapping, implied death, creepy Razor out in full swing

Word count: 6.7k

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position on the bed, ignoring the way your arms protested the action as you put weight on them, trying to catch your breath while the sweat ran down your bare skin. The pleasure you'd felt earlier was starting to vanish, so the various aches in your body were making themselves more known now.

It'd take you a few minutes before you could breathe normally again, but even after that you'd still be feeling the effects of the rough fucking Razor had put you through for a good few hours.

Speaking of....

The Game Master reentered the room, having stepped out to grab you a drink which he brought over to the bed and held out for you to take.

“Drink this,” he told you.

You accepted the glass with an unsteady hand, and when you looked inside, it appeared to be filled with water.

“Your voice didn't sound too good towards the end,” Razor explained, smiling as he said “this should help with that.”

Your throat was pretty sore.

But you found yourself a bit apprehensive.

“This is just water, right?” you asked.

Razor chuckled as he said “don't be so nervous. What else would it be?”

Being left without much choice, you took a long gulp of the water, something that your throat appreciated. Razor seemed happy, too, as he patted you on the cheek after you'd downed half the glass. He then left you as he began to gather up the clothes that had been thrown to the floor earlier in the evening.

Moments passed, and overall you felt fine. So you were choosing to believe that nothing had been put in the drink he'd given you.

…. Did you really need to worry about him drugging you?

No. Probably not.

Razor didn't need to resort to things like that to get you to do what he wanted. All he needed to do was say the word and you would do it, regardless of if you wanted to follow his order or not. It was what you had signed up for when you became an employee of Greed Island.

You just really hadn't thought one of the Game Masters would've taken an interest in you the way Razor had.

Meanwhile, Razor had finished what he was doing, taking the clothes he'd gathered and tossing the bundle into a nearby hamper. Then he began to do the same with your clothing that had also been strewn about.

“You don't need to do that,” you said as he picked up your panties, “I'll get them.”

You set down the glass as you said that and shifted off the edge of the bed so your feet touched the floor. But the moment you tried to stand, your legs gave away and you fell back onto the soft mattress, barely keeping yourself from crashing onto the floor.

Razor chuckled again.

“I don't mind,” he said, “it doesn't seem like you're in a state to walk at the moment.”

There was the tiniest hint of glee in his voice as he said that. Like he was proud of fucking you so hard to the point that it hurt when you tried to walk after. You'd gotten up the nerve to ask him if he could go easier on you as you didn't enjoy the aches that would remain after, and he had told you he would try.

This time it wasn't just your legs that were aching – he'd grabbed ahold of your arms when he had you in a doggy style position and had pulled on them as he fucked you. And now there were bruises forming on your arms where he'd been holding you and your shoulder joints felt sore.

Safe to say he wasn't trying very hard to be gentle.

“I'm okay. Just lost my balance,” you mumbled.

“Of course.”

After gathering up the last bits of your clothing, Razor set them on the bed next to you. You reached for them immediately, wanting to cover yourself up again. Even with how many times you'd slept with this man by now, you couldn't get over just how much you hated feeling so vulnerable around him, and while there might be no point to covering up considering that he'd seen everything, it made you feel a bit better to have that little bit of security, even if it was ultimately useless.

“You're leaving?” he asked.

You nodded, slipping your arms through the straps of your bra.

“Hm. But it's already pretty late,” he added, “why not spend the night?”

…. You were worried that he'd say that.

“Thanks, but that's okay,” you told him, “I don't want to overstay my welcome.”

“That's impossible; you're always welcome here,” he said, “if anything, it makes me feel guilty. You act like I'm one of those scumbags who toss women out the instant they get what they want.”

“.... Sorry. I'm not trying to make you feel like that,” you replied cautiously.

“I know you aren't.”

Then he grabbed the shirt you'd been reaching for and held it. You looked back up at him and he smiled apologetically.

“I'm sorry,” he said, holding the shirt out for you to take as he added “forget I said anything. Do what you think is best.”

As you slowly took the shirt from him, you nodded.

It felt like he was trying really hard to be nice to you.

Despite all that had happened, Razor did have genuine feelings of love towards you, and he wanted you to love him back.

Or at least some emotion that he was interpreting as being love.

His version of that emotion was far more possessive and intense, and only recently had he seemed to realize that he needed to tone it down if he wanted you to be comfortable.

So far, the thing that he currently wanted – for you to stay with him longer – had been presented as an offer that you could reject, an option that you were allowed to choose whether or not you wanted to take it. While he still fully abused the powers he had when it concerned you, it wasn't quite as suffocating as it was at the beginning. It was a relief that he was easing off a bit; it made things far more tolerable that you were given the option of deciding if you wanted to spend a bit more time with him or if you wanted to go back to the safety of your own bed.

Though clearly with what he'd said just now, he was getting impatient and wanted you to choose the former.

But you really didn't want to do that.

The first time he asked you, your mind jumped five steps ahead as you tried to predict where things would go from there: if you took his offer, there would then be pressure to stay with him on other nights. Once that happened, how long would it be before he'd insist that you move in and live with him full-time? To make things official and be with him all the time during the times of day when you weren't working.

That was currently the worst-case scenario, something that you didn't want to have happen as you needed the private space of your room to recover after the time spent being around him.

But if he was possibly starting to get annoyed over you leaving as soon as you could, he would go back to ordering you to do what he wanted.

And you knew he could do even worse than that.

Razor could be terrible when he was angry.

At the moment he seemed calm enough, having stepped away from the bed and pulling on his underwear before taking the glass of water you'd finished and leaving the room once again.

Maybe him walking you back to your room at the employee housing in Soufrabi wouldn't feel as awkward tonight.

After grabbing your panties, you were about to slip them over your legs when you noticed the mess that was still leaking out of your cunt. Cum was dripping out of your swollen pussy lips and had spattered onto your thighs. The sticky feeling was less than ideal, and walking back like this would be unpleasant, especially if anyone saw you when you entered your room. While no one said anything to you, just about everyone on the island knew what was going on with you and Razor, and the last few times when you'd come back late from his place, the mixture of disgust and pity you'd seen in the gazes of those who'd watched you scurry off to the showers had almost been too much.

Everyone who worked for Greed Island knew exactly what was going on between you and the pirate boss, and while no one said anything, it was clear what they thought of the situation. What they thought of you whenever they saw you coming back exhausted and smelling of sex and sweat.

The bathroom door had been left open, allowing you to catch sight of the sink. You still wanted to leave as soon as possible, but when you glanced back down at yourself and the absolutely messy state you were currently in, you decided that you wanted to clean up a little first. Just for the sake of your mental state.

Your next attempt at getting up from the bed worked a bit better, though your joints were still protesting.

Think about it later; just do what you were going to and then leave.

With the rest of your clothes in hand, you walked to the bathroom, set your clothes on the sink counter before turning on the water and splashing some on your face. You'd still take a proper shower once you got back, but getting rid of the excess sweat made you feel a bit better.

Odd how such a simple act was able to improve your mood.

“If you wanted to clean up, all you needed to do was say so.”

Razor's voice startled you, and you saw him standing at the door.

Had he snuck up on you or had you just not noticed him come back in?

He smiled at you, pointing towards the shower stall as he said “you're free to use it.”

“That's okay,” you replied, “I was just cleaning up a little. I'll use one of the showers at the housing building when I get back.”

“Why? Wouldn't this be more convenient?”

It would. But it would also mean staying here longer. Not that you could say that was the reason why you didn't want to do that.

“.... I don't want to bother you,” you mumbled, “you probably have stuff you need to do.”

“At this time of night? Hardly.”

He stepped towards the stall and motioned for you to follow, which you eventually did. He slid the door open for you, and already you could see that the shower in his home was a lot nicer than the ones at the housing building. The perks of being a Game Master, no doubt.

“You need me to show you how to work it?” he asked.

“No, it's fine,” you answered, shaking your head as you added “I've got it. Thank you.”

Razor nodded before he asked “are you going to wash with your clothes on? Or do you need help undressing?”

He meant it as a joke, but you felt heat rise to your cheeks anyway while your hands clutched at the bottom of your shirt.

Then he began to head out, but not before placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

You couldn't help the small exhale of pain you made when he did that, and it seemed that Razor noticed as he paused, looking at you again before he continued on his way.

You let out a sigh when he left. You wanted to leave, but after the way he insisted that you stay to clean up, you didn't think you'd be able to make up a reasonable excuse as to why you needed to skip it and leave now anyway.

Oh well.

Taking your shirt and bra back off, you placed them along with your other clothing on the bathroom counter before you stepped into the shower stall. And after you turned it on and adjusted the water to your preferred temperature, you set about cleaning the mess between your legs.

Even though you were alone, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed about the way you cleaned his cum off of you, occasionally placing a few fingers inside of you in an attempt to scoop it out. Usually this was the sort of thing you did after you got back to your lodgings, scrubbing yourself clean in the shower late at night while regretting the life choices that had led to you being in this position.

If only you hadn't heard of Greed Island. If only you hadn't decided to apply for a job.

If only you'd realized sooner how Razor felt about you and had gotten out when that option was still available.

A lot of regret and self-loathing that was ultimately unhelpful to linger on, but you found that it was hard not to do just that.

Breaking out of that train of thought, you looked at the products Razor had sitting on the shelf in the stall, eyes going over the different bottles before settling on one in particular. Did you dare steal a bit of body wash from the strongest Game Master on Greed Island?

No, it'd probably be better if you didn't, if just for the fact that it would be adding extra minutes to your time in a place that you desperately wanted to get away from. Just this should be fine. And if you still felt dirty by the time you got back to your room, you could just take another shower.

But when you were about to shut off the water, Razor entered again.

Dread began to fill you when you saw him approaching the stall and only got worse when he slid open one of the doors, smiling at you as he stepped inside.

He wasn't wearing anything now.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“.... It's your shower,” you mumbled.

Razor hummed.

Without saying anything else he reached over you to grab the body wash you'd been eyeballing earlier. Squirting the lotion out onto his palm, he put the bottle back as he began to scrub it over himself.

You were standing still with your back turned to him, feeling self-conscious again while he acted like this was something that happened on a daily basis. Clearly you were an idiot as the shower was a mistake. Something was wrong with you that you didn't think Razor would take advantage of this situation.

His bare skin brushed against your back within the small space of the shower stall, and you found yourself taking a small step forward, placing a hand on the wall in front of you to keep yourself steady.

….. He noticed that, didn't he?

A moment after, he spoke.

“Have I upset you?”

You looked back at him when he asked you that, and you saw those dark eyes looking down at you. You quickly averted your gaze while you shook your head.

Then he said your name in a low tone and you felt a shiver run up your spine.

“I thought you'd know better than to lie to me by now,” he said.

Razor wasn't amused anymore.

Your heart rate increased as panic began to grow inside of you, and you knew something bad was going to happen if you didn't salvage this situation now.

But you didn't know what to say, and even if your mind was able to come up with some bullshit answer, you weren't sure if your voice would work properly enough to get it out.

Then Razor's hand gripped your shoulder once again, and this time the noise you made was much more audible even with the water running.

But this time it seemed to have given him a bit more pause.

“Ah, so that's it.”

You glanced back again, and this time his expression was softer.

“I went too far, didn't I?” he asked, “you're upset because you're hurting, is that it?”

You looked away before you chose to nod.

“I'm sorry. You even asked me to go easier on you. That was all you asked of me and I managed to forget,” said Razor.

“.... It's okay, Boss,” you mumbled, “with how much stronger you are, you probably have a hard time controlling yourself.”

You could hear the smile on his lips as he hummed, and he leaned down while wrapping his arms around you so he could place a kiss on your cheek. You made yourself lean into it.

“So sweet and understanding, even when I slip up,” he muttered against your skin, “I've always been so happy that I found you on this island.”

….. Hopefully he didn't see the frown that formed on your face after he said that.

“But next time tell me if I'm hurting you,” said Razor, “I don't want you to suffer in silence for my sake.”

You gave a small “yeah” in response, but you weren't planning on doing that.

Even if he was telling you to communicate that he was hurting you, you had a hard time believing that he'd actually listen to you.

You'd been doing a routine check-up on the Strip of Beach NPC when you went to Soufrabi that day, something that you did at least every two weeks to make sure she was working right – if her systems didn't recognize when fifteen players entered the city with a teleport card, the pirate event wouldn't trigger.

The day had been going well, there weren't any issues with the NPC in question and you were just about to head over to the lighthouse to inform Razor of that fact before you continued on with your other duties. Despite not having worked under the pirate boss for very long, as it had only been a month or so since you'd been moved to work under him, you knew he felt it was important you inform him that everything regarding his event was in order. It was slightly annoying that it always needed to be in person, but you weren't about to argue about it. At least he treated you well.

That day likely would've proceeded as normal had it not been for the two players who approached you on your way to the lighthouse.

Two men, both looking like they were in their early twenties, called out to you and asked if you could help them find the port on their map. Evidently they'd bought the map that didn't have the locations filled in, and since they had yet to find the port, they wanted you to point it out for them.

“Aren't you supposed to be filling this out yourselves?” you asked as you looked over their largely blank map.

“Why spend extra on the labeled version when we can get the info for free from other players, you know?” one of them explained.

That could be more deadly than they realized, you thought to yourself. If they ran into the wrong player, someone could easily mark a dangerous spot as being safe and they wouldn't know that until it was too late.

As much as you wanted to warn them about this, you worried that you'd be breaking the taboo by doing so. It was also against the rules for any staff of Greed Island to help players, and you didn't want to lose your job because of two guys who cheaped out on a map.

“Sorry, but I can't help you,” you gently told them.

One of them gave you puppy eyes at that, trying to guilt you as he said “aw, c'mon babe. We'll make it worth your while.”

“Sorry, but there's nothing I need from you,” you answered. This time you were a bit more firm, but you kept a smile on your face. With the various types of people that came to the island, you could never know who might be a dangerous person who was one tick away from being set off. Better to stay pleasant so there weren't any hard feelings.

“Show us where Aiai is on the map and we'll show you a good time,” the other one said.

You had to stifle a bit of laughter at that, putting a hand over your mouth in an attempt to not insult them.

“That's, uh, very generous of you, but I'll have to say no,” you eventually got out, “and I don't mind talking to you guys, but I do have to get going.”

That last bit seemed to do the trick, because while they were disappointed that you were leaving, evidently they respected you enough to not keep you there when you needed to leave. That didn't stop them from promising that they'd see you again, and one of them winked at you when you began to walk away.

You responded to that with a polite smile. And once you were far enough away, you let out a soft sigh, happy that was over with.

You'd been so focused on the men that you didn't notice a figure vanish behind one of the nearby buildings. A figure in white and a blue cap with a number on the front. You continued on your way to the lighthouse, not knowing what was waiting for you there.

Things were going fine until they weren't.

Razor had been waiting for you, and the instant you stepped foot into the gymnasium, he grabbed you and pulled you down a hallway so fast that you had trouble keeping up with him, stumbling now and again as you were forced to follow behind.

“B-boss, what's wrong?” you asked.

He didn't answer.

“Boss, what happened? Why are we-”

You were cut off as you were tossed into a storage closet. When he locked the door behind him and turned back to face you was when he spoke.

“Why were you flirting with those players?”

“I – flirt – what?!”

Those hadn't been the words you thought you would hear Razor say, so you were reduced to making incoherent sentences.

He had seen you? How?

“I saw how you were with those men,” he continued.

“Th- they were asking me a question!” you insisted, “and I mean, they did say some stuff to me, but I wasn't flirting back!”

“I heard what was said,” he replied, “those two were very clear with what they wanted when they offered to take you to Aiai. And you stood there, giggling like an idiot schoolgirl at their proposition and encouraging them.”

“Boss, please. It wasn't like that.”

Your brain was scrambling to find a way to voice your thought process, how you hadn't wanted to cause any issues with a potentially dangerous player. How you weren't interested at all, but had been polite with them to keep the peace.

In your panic, you weren't able to get any of that out. But it wouldn't have mattered much.

Nothing you said would have made him believe you.

Razor stepped closer towards you, forcing you to step back against the wall.

“I thought I was clear with my intentions,” he said, “but evidently I wasn't clear enough. I'll make sure you understand this time.”

“Understand what?” you breathed as he placed his hands on either side of the wall, closing in on you.

“That you're mine.”

He moved while you stood there, taking advantage of your open mouth and sealing his lips over yours.

His proclamation and the way he'd kissed you made your mind go blank for a moment, with things moving so fast that you were left confused as to how you ended up here after NPC maintenance. You snapped out of it when you felt one of his hands force its way down your pants and roughly felt up your cunt.

You tried to use your arms to push him away, but all that did was make him grab at your wrists and force them against the wall as well. All the while he kept the kiss going, dipping his tongue into your mouth and ignoring the way you continued to struggle.

When he pulled away he slapped you, and the hit left you dazed and pliant as he removed the belt you were wearing and used it to restrain your arms behind your back. By the time you had the sense to try and free your hands it was too late as you uselessly tried to pull against the belt.

“Wh-what are you-?”

The realization as to what was happening came when your shirt was pulled over your head and used to restrain your arms further as the fabric stretched over your back. With your arms stuck, Razor's hands immediately went to your breasts as he shoved down your bra and began to squeeze your breasts.

…. He was going to rape you.

It shouldn't have been unexpected; why else would he take you to a dark closet and lock the door behind him? Why would he kiss and touch you in the way he did before getting to this point?

Yet it was still a shock that Razor would do this. Razor, who had always been so friendly and happy to talk whenever he saw you. Who had always been respectful and told you to inform him if any of the pirates said anything crude to you.

That same Razor was going to rape you over a misunderstanding.

A cry left your mouth as he pulled on one of your nipples, tears already forming at how helpless you were.

“Razor please-”

He slapped you again, cutting short your plea for mercy.

A hand beneath your chin re-positioned your head as you were made to look back up at him.

“Come on, you should know better than that,” he chided, “now, what are you supposed to call me?”

He spoke to you like you were incapable of remembering the simplest of rules, all the while his free hand continued to fondle your breast.

“What are you supposed to call me?” he repeated.

“B-boss.”

“There we go,” he said, patting your cheek as he smiled at you.

The smile on his face made you feel like there was hope; that you could talk him out of doing this.

“Boss,” you tried again, “please, I'm sorr-”

“I know you are,” he said, interrupting you again while he continued with “and I know that you'll do better after this. So just sit still and take your punishment, and then this'll be over faster.”

“No, please-”

His hands traveled down to the waistline of your pants and you heard fabric tearing as your pants and underwear were ripped apart and your cunt was exposed to him. No amount of begging stopped him from shoving his fingers inside of you, and the sight of your tears did nothing to stop him from pumping them in and out while he stretched your walls.

If anything, your tears made him speed up.

When he was done fingering you, he lifted one of your legs as he pulled out his erect cock, the tip rubbing against your folds. That had you whimpering between your sobs, and once more you desperately begged him to stop.

He didn't bother responding at that point.

Without any warning Razor shoved himself inside of you and you screamed.

That had been the first time he fucked you. In the back of a cramped storage closet with your arms tied behind your back so you were unable to fend him off, his cock pumping out of your cunt while his hands explored the rest of your body. His rough fingers dipped down to your clit several times, the stimulation of that action combined with his thrusts inside of you forcing you to cum despite how you continued to beg for him to stop.

The muscles in your thigh were aching when he came inside of you. But after he pulled his cock out of your pussy, you allowed yourself to feel the briefest feeling of relief. It was over now, right? He'd finished inside of you and so the abuse was ended.

It wasn't.

Because after a few moments, Razor adjusted you so your legs were wrapped around his hips while you stared in shock that his dick was hard again.

This time his mouth ended up on your neck, leaving marks all over your flesh while he went another round.

Eventually you ended up on the floor. He was behind you, pushing your head against the surface while keeping a hand on your hip. By now your legs were in pain, your pussy was dripping and your throat was sore from crying.

But he was still going.

“Raz – boss,” you began, hurriedly correcting yourself as you continued with “p-please stop.”

Once again he ignored you.

One particularly deep thrust had you squealing, and your broken voice was able to get out “it hurts!”

Hearing that was what made him pause, and when he brushed some of the hair out of your face, you thought for a brief moment that it was over. For real this time.

Razor patted you on the cheek.

“There isn't much point to a punishment if there isn't hurt involved.”

He smiled sadly as he said that.

And then he started up again, his hand pushing your head against the floor and keeping you pinned down.

You no longer had the energy to beg him to end this.

When he was finally done he let go of you, and you fell on your side, shuddering. You had to have looked pathetic in that moment, laying in a heap by Razor's feet, your clothing a mess while Razor's cum dripped out of your pussy and onto the floor beneath you, all the while you were still shaking and crying.

You hadn't done anything wrong. You hadn't done anything wrong.

You glanced up when you heard him say your name again. His cock was back in his shorts and his hands were on his hips, and his demeanor was that of the no-nonsense pirate boss you'd come to know.

“You're mine,” he told you, “and for that reason, I don't want to see you flirting with other men. Is that understood?”

It wasn't like that at all. You hadn't done that. You weren't lying when he had first confronted you.

He frowned when you didn't respond.

“Is that understood?” he repeated, his tone far more serious.

…. He wasn't going to listen, and as those dark eyes looked down at you, you could tell that there was nothing you might say to him to make him believe you.

For the sake of keeping him from hurting you again, you swallowed your pride and nodded, looking away from him as you did.

“Use your words and answer me,” he demanded.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand,” you blurted out, “I-I'm sorry, Boss.”

“Good.”

After he said that, you expected him to walk out. Leave you there to clean up the mess that had been left behind.

Instead you were brought up into a sitting position as Razor knelt down beside you, pulling your shirt back over your head so you were wearing it correctly again. Not that you'd be able to wear it after this as your struggling had caused the fabric to stretch. Your arms were further freed as he undid the belt that had been wrapped around your wrists. You brought your hands to your front, looking at the raw skin of your wrists that had rubbed against the belt.

You didn't want to look down at your pelvis, not ready to see the tatters of your pants and Razor's release spilling out of your used cunt.

And you didn't have to, as Razor surprised you again when he took you in his arms and lifted you up. When you looked back to him, he smiled at you with the same warm smile you had come to expect whenever you had met to give him your reports.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he said.

He didn't wait for you to say anything, already walking out of the room and headed in the direction of the showers.

One of the pirates was in the hallway when you passed by, a man with a flat nose and pale skin.

He was making a point not to look at you two as Razor carried you by.

Razor could be cruel, seemingly at the flip of a switch, and that was what forced you to do what he wanted.

After that day, your life on the island became much more lonely as your coworkers would only speak to you when they needed to, only ever on matters related to NPCs and Greed Island itself. Everyone treated you with caution for fear that being too familiar with you would bring the wrath of Razor down upon their heads.

You never found out what happened to the men you'd met that day as you never saw them again, and you feared asking Razor, too worried that he'd interpret you asking about those two as you being interested in them and would cause another bad reaction from him.

You were choosing to believe that they left the game and never came back.

It was easier to live if you thought that was the case.

“Do you need help?”

His voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you turned to see him with the bottle of body wash in hand, putting more of it onto his palm.

“Ah, n-no, I can....”

Razor wasn't listening to you. After putting the bottle back, both of his hands were on you, running over your body while he rubbed the lotion over. You couldn't hold in the whimpers that came when he went over the areas that were still aching. His response was to brush over those areas again, but more gently.

“Is that better?” he asked.

After a moment, you nodded.

His hands started to move again, massaging your sore muscles. It actually began to feel nice, a lot nicer than hurriedly scrubbing yourself down in the showers at the staff housing, and you allowed yourself to relax somewhat.

It was innocent at first, but as he continued, his hands began to wander. Any good feelings that had been brewing within you were put to a halt when it started, and you stood still as you felt his hands sliding over to cup your breasts while his fingers tweaked your nipples. His mouth went to your neck and you felt him nibble on your skin as his hands began to move lower.

Stupid. You were stupid to not realize that this would be coming. Earlier you had berated yourself for not realizing that Razor wouldn't have wasted the opportunity to take a shower with you, and now you were berating yourself for not realizing that it wouldn't have ended with just that.

You couldn't do it again. Not tonight. You didn't have the physical or mental energy to deal with this again.

“I can't.”

You were surprised that those words came out of your mouth, and with how loud the water coming from the shower head was in comparison, at first you thought he hadn't heard you and would continue as he was.

“Hm?”

Razor pulled away from your neck.

…. He just said you could talk to him, right?

“I'm sorry,” you began, “but I can't again tonight. I'm.... I'm really tired.”

It wasn't like the excuse was a lie, but would he believe it? Would he care? Or would he get mad at you trying to deny him even after what he'd told you?

The sound of the water was the only thing that was audible for a moment as it sprayed out from the shower head and hit the tile within the stall. You focused on the way the water ran down the wall in small streams, zig-zagging over the surface. Better to focus on that then look at Razor right now.

How long that moment lasted exactly, you couldn't be sure, but it ended when Razor spoke again.

“That's fine.”

….. Wait, really?

He pulled away from your neck completely and stood to his full height while his hands moved to your shoulders, squeezing them gently.

“All you needed to do was say so,” he added.

You actually managed to talk him down?

Your eyes met again when you turned your head, and when that happened, he smiled at you again.

It felt like it was genuine.

The rest of your shower passed without incident, and by the time Razor shut off the water, you felt refreshed while also feeling exhausted, and all you wanted was to head back to your room so you could sleep.

He handed you a towel when you got out, which you gratefully accepted. While you were in the middle of drying yourself off, he seemed to have already finished, tossing his towel to the side before walking back into the bedroom, presumably to get himself dressed.

Something you should think about doing so you could head out of here.

But when you looked to the sink counter where you had left your clothes, you found that they were gone.

Pausing in the middle of your drying, you looked about the room for any sign of them, just in case they'd managed to fall off the edge or if Razor had moved them to another spot.

But they were gone.

There was no way you could go back home in nothing but a towel, so you called out to the only person who could've moved them.

“Razor, where are my clothes?” you asked.

“In the wash,” he called back, continuing with “since some of my things needed cleaning, it seemed silly to just leave your clothes like that.”

“..... Could you get them out?”

“Right now? The load only just started; they'll be soaked.”

“Oh.... So I need to wait for it to finish? How long?”

“Less than an hour, maybe. But it'll all be finished when you wake up in the morning.”

….. Oh

That was what this was – a way to keep you here overnight. He had seen an opportunity and took it, and now you were stuck here.

Razor reentered the bathroom, this time clad in a pair of boxer briefs and holding a tank top.

“You can wear this while you sleep,” he said, tossing the piece to you.

You caught it, one look was all it took to know that it was several sizes too big for you and would probably show off more skin than you wanted.

“Wear this?” you repeated.

“You can't sleep in the towel, can you?”

“No, but.... Maybe I should wait until my clothes are clean and head off then.”

“You'd need to wait for them to be dry as well, and by that point, it'll be quite late,” he said, “weren't you saying that you were tired?”

“..... Right.”

That had been your excuse, and now you needed to stick by it, otherwise you'd need to explain to Razor why you had lied to him.

Drying off the rest of your skin and hair, you put the towel aside and slipped the tank top on. Just as expected, the majority of your chest was visible. The one saving grace was that it was so long on you the bottom half of your torso was covered.

Once you were finished, Razor motioned for you to walk to him, saying “lets get to bed, then.”

It didn't sound like an order, but given that there wasn't any other option for you, it might as well have been.

Soon the bedroom was overtaken by darkness as Razor turned off the lights, and he laid down behind you in the bed, one arm reaching over you in favor of holding one of your hands in his.

“Get some rest now,” Razor said to you.

“..... Yes boss.”

[berkmansimagines]

Glitch

A/N: I'm so excited about the new season 4 trailer that just dropped! I'm posting this lil drabble to celebrate 📱

Summary: Barry’s phone gps glitches out after a job, leading him to you…

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!reader

You and Barry were supposed to be just friends. Not even friends, more like business partners. You two teamed up on a hit together. It was meant to be a one time thing. Your handler told you to cut off all ties with Barry as soon as the job ended. But you weren’t always good at following orders… 

You have been going behind your handler's back, secretly hooking up with Barry since the night you finished the hit. It’s been going on for the past couple of weeks and you’re not even sorry. You two can’t seem to stay away from each other. Barry doesn’t live in your part of town but you go out of your way to see him. You don’t brave LA traffic for just anybody.

You were supposed to sweat him out. When you started hooking up with Barry, you had no idea how long it would last. You assumed the fling would just fizzle out like they all do, but it hasn’t. The situationship has been heating up and you don’t want it to end anytime soon.

Because of your line of work, you’ve never been the relationship type. You can’t tell anyone what you really do for a living and you didn’t want to start a relationship built on a lie. Being with Barry is different. He understands you in a way that no one else can and you don’t have to lie to him about your job. 

If Barry was just some random hook up, you would’ve cut him loose weeks ago. He means more to you than that. You and Barry haven’t officially defined your relationship yet, but you think that you’re starting to develop real feelings for him. And that kind of scares you.

You keep your feelings for Barry close to the chest. You’re playing it cool, acting a little coy around him. You were the one that insisted on keeping the relationship a secret and you don’t know where Barry’s head is at. He might want to break off whatever you two have going on so he could date someone that he doesn’t need to sneak around with. You’ve considered the possibility that he could be falling for you too, but you don’t want to get your hopes up. You think you have no chance. People like you don’t get a happily ever after. 

You haven’t heard from Barry all day. You thought about reaching out to him but you were the one that texted last and you didn’t want to appear desperate. To get your mind off him, you went out to a nearby bar. While you were sitting alone at the bar, some dudes tried flirting with you. But they gave nothing. And Barry was always on the back of your mind. You would have rather spent the night with him… 

You only had one drink before taking an Uber home. The driver drops you off across the street from your apartment building. As you walk towards your place you can’t help but admire the beautiful night sky. The night is so starry, blood moonlit. It feels almost fake, like something you’d only see in a movie.

Then, from the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar looking car parked in front of your building. That’s Barry’s car. You scrunch your forehead, confused. The two of you didn’t make plans tonight. Why is he outside your place?

You slowly approach the vehicle. When you get closer you see Barry sitting in the driver’s seat. He looks kinda rough. You gently tap on the window and Barry almost jumps out of his seat. He didn’t see you coming. He rolls down the window.

“Uhhh… hey Y/N,” he nods, trying his best attempt at acting casual.

You raise your eyebrow, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Barry… What are you doing here?”

You look Barry up and down and notice his hand is bleeding pretty bad. You immediately soften your face, putting your guard down.

“Hey, what happened to your hand?” you ask with concern.

Barry shakes his head.

“It’s nothing. I was on a job earlier…” he sighs.

You nod your head, understanding.

“Sorry I just showed up here. My phone gps fucked up. I thought I selected my address but I must’ve accidentally pressed yours by mistake. And now it’s not working at all,” he quietly explains.

You notice his phone on the dashboard. There’s blood all over it. No wonder it’s not working. Even if it was, Barry is in no shape to drive. His hand is still bleeding. He clearly needs your help.

You take a deep breath and then-

“Come up to my place with me. I can stitch your hand,” you offer.

Barry’s eyes widen.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out,” Barry tries.

“Trust me, you’re not putting me out at all,” you insist.

You and Barry lock eyes. Your heart skips a beat. He makes you feel nervous but in a good way. None of the guys you talked to at the bar tonight could make you feel the way you do in this exact moment. After a beat, Barry nods his head and gets out of the car.

“Thanks Y/N. I’m, uh, I’m kinda glad I ended up here,” Barry says sincerely. 

You bite down on the bottom of your lip to stop yourself from giving him the biggest smile. You’re still trying to play it cool.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

[literallydying00]

“Call me Simon”

Simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

a/n: Hey, sorry this is kinda short and that its kinda bad I’m just pretty busy right now and most of the time I was writing this was between 1-5 am but other then that I hope you enjoy :))

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, mission gone wrong, guns/knives, arguing?, angst, injuries, please tell me if I missed any!

Genre: Hurt//comfort

Letting the cold water hit your aching body, you groaned. The water quickly turning a dark crimson as it ran over the open wound on your side and arm, it stung but you could bare it for the time being.

If you hadn’t been so reckless maybe you would have ended up here, drowning in self pity and you scrubbed away the dirt caked to your skin. The mission was supposed to go smoothly, enter the building, find the target, kill him. Those were your exact orders but of course something always goes wrong.

Everything was going according to plan, you had the target in your sights. Somehow you were so caught up in getting the mission done and over with finally that you failed to notice the footsteps coming up behind you. As you were about to pull the trigger you felt a sharp pain in your side. You immediately turned to face the person who had just plunged a 6 inch shard of metal into you when they suddenly turned the knife. You shot, you don’t know at what but you shot. The shot threw your attacker off and gave you enough time to start swinging at them, landing a few solid punches. In the heat of the moment you dropped your gun, but before you could retrieve the gun a shot rung out in your ears, then another, and another. Luckily only one shot landed in your arm. You hissed and reached for their hand, successfully getting your gun back. You shot them point blank in the chest and they fell to the ground in agony clutching their chest as they stopped struggling.

Suddenly a voice, “Y/n do you copy?” a rough voice sounded through the comms, it was Price. “Yes, I copy” you spoke shakily, “What is the enemies status?” he said almost angrily “I lost sight of him and he ran” you said nervously. A sigh crackles through the comms “Re group at the entry point.” he says sternly.

You’re pulled out of the bitter memory when you turn off the water and step onto the floor. You try to dry yourself as efficiently as possible and get your clothes on, a red spot quickly appears through the side of your shirt. You’re about to just wrap up both of your wounds and leave it for the night when you hear booming footsteps approaching the bathroom door. A soft knocks rings itself through your aching eardrums and you hesitantly open the door.

On the other side of the door a large figure looms over you. You can very clearly make out his skull balaclava and realize its Ghost. He pushes his way into the bathroom and pins you against the countertop. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” he asks, his voice stiff and annoyed “what are you talking about” you almost growl at him and he points to your side “You’re supposed to call in injuries” he just seems to get more annoyed as he goes on. “It could have been stitched up a long time ago but of course, you and your…” he paused “We are a team. We are supposed to help each other” he says more calmly, though you can still here traces of agitation in his tone. “I’m sorry.” you say, a hint of guilt in your voice “Just call it in next time. Up on the counter” he says as he goes to grab the first aid kit on the wall. You immediately sit up on the counter slightly confused as ghost didn’t have any medical experience to your knowledge.

He takes out the thread from the first aid kit and he takes your arm, his touch is almost too gentle for such a ‘big scary military man’ as others might say. One hand on your arm and one hand on your waist to keep you from jumping to much (to say you aren’t madly blushing would be a lie). You yelped after he did another stitch, “sorry” he says very lightly rubbing circles on your waist as he finishes the stitching. He moves to your side turning you a little as he rolls up your shirt, “Jesus christ” he says winching at the look of your wound “is it that bad?” you ask reluctantly and he doesn’t respond just goes to start the next round of stitches. “What happened” he asks and you tell him exactly what happened, he sighs “You gotta stop getting ahead of yourself on missions” he says sternly “It’ll get you killed sooner you know” “and we- I don’t want that to happen.” you can hear the light sadness in his voice when he says that and for once, you are the one that doesn’t respond. You hissed as he did another stitch “I don’t know how and I don’t want to say this but, I care about you.” he says with almost no expression at all “I really care about you” he says while standing up having finished the stitching and looking you straight in the eyes.

His eyes looked so beautiful even in the dim light of the bathroom, his chocolate brown eyes lovingly looking in to your own, a look you have never seen before in the normally emotionless man. His hand still on your waist as he waits for any sort of response, a change in facial expressions, a verbal response, a change in body language, anything to help him decode what you were feeling. “I care about you too so much more then you know” you say as you placed your hands on his shoulders finally meeting his gaze. His gaze is so soft almost as if to not scare you away if he even moved as he lifts up his balaclava just enough for his raspberry coloured lips to peak out and you can see the light smile he has adorn his lips. You slowly lean in to close the gap, placing your hands on his upper back as he wraps his hands fully around your waist gently making sure not to so much as graze the wound on your side and he pulls you as close as possible just like if he let go you would simply turn to dust in his arms.

The kiss feels like finally getting in the sun after so long in the dark, it feels like a breath of fresh air, it feels like you’re finally safe somewhere in the world after so long of feeling like you belong nowhere, the kiss is so warm and soft but so passionate at the same time. Soon though the warm feeling leaves and you and him share a look of adoration for each other but the moment comes to an end when ghost pulls his balaclava back down and starts to leave. All of a sudden without thinking you call out “When we have some time off do you think maybe we could go out sometime, Ghost?” he pauses and looks back at you “Call me Simon” he says before leaving the bathroom. You smile to yourself knowing full well that means yes in Simon language and you giddily hop off the counter completely forgetting about your injuries, you yelp as a wave of pain hits you and you slowly walk off cursing too yourself.



[pegasus-ghost]

So, my plot is COMPLETE.

Remember around a year ago, i said i just finished writing my novel which i delayed for 10 years? I think I finished it on Oct 2021. Then i had like, fresh ideas, rough ideas for the second book, where i expand the plot further.

My first book was very straight forward with a simple revenge plot. I didn't want to create too complicated of a novel because i was trying to commit myself to finish my 10 year delayed novel, so i allowed myself to finish it on easy mode, give it an easy plot.

It was done and i was happy.

Then when I got those rough ideas for the second book to continue the plot, expand it, i had big dreams. Big ideas. I want this to be way better than the first one, way bigger, but not too complicated still so i can keep track of things.

I immediately have a rough sketch of the characters, the main skeleton of the plot but not the entire thing. I can see there's still plenty of loopholes here and there. There's still empty spaces. I was still blur on characters of the new plot, their motives. In order to plan a full fleshed out plot, i will need to understand these characters, their backgrounds, their motives that pushes them into doing what they do which will move the gears of the plot forward, heading to the main story and climax. There has to be a main plot, and plenty of sub conflicts around it that builds around the main plot and move the story. I had plenty of ideas here and there but I failed to combine these pieces into a full story that makes sense.

I was stuck for a very long time. An entire year. My initial plan was to rest from writing in Nov 2021, then start planning in Dec 2021, and probably write in Jan 2022. But noooo, i was wrong. I was stuck. I couldn't figure out how to write and move the plot because i didn't understand the full plot and character motives myself.

I spend a YEAR being stuck. I wanted to write, but i don't wanna fuck up the plot later down the line with various loopholes. I was still in a very early stage of the story, so there was still chances for me to really build a strong starting story. I learned my lesson from my first novel where i barely plan anything. I was 18 or 19 when I started the novel. I was a kid and an idiot. So the starting novel appeared very childish and weak. I don't wanna make that mistake again so i allowed myself time to really think about the plot and plan the conflicts first before I even start.

Then Allah gave me an idea to read my old story i wrote of these characters when I was 14 until 17. The initial idea for this novel came to me when I was 14, so in order to learn who the characters are, it's best to read how i wrote them back then.

And after I read them, Allah immediately granted me pouring ideas on the plot and story building for my second book! Alhamdulillah. It was so fucking refreshing tho, the ideas poured in like a waterfall once I got to know the characters. Then i spend hours for 3 days segregating and labelling the main conflicts in the story and draft the entire plot of each conflicts, based on the point of views of all the main characters involved in that conflict.

Then i got to a part of this one interesting character i discovered in my old book when I wrote when I was 17. The initial book i wrote before I started the novel. I wanted to link this character with the main character for a very long time but I couldn't quite grasp how, given the vastly different background, time and place for the two.

Then. A miracle happen.

It felt like a light switch. Like LITERALLY a light bulb moment! My brain immediately thought of an extremely GENIUS idea to link the two characters in the plot and IT NEVER CROSSED MY MIND IN ANY WAY. it was super genius that i knew for a FACT that u wouldn't have been able to come up with such idea myself.

I instantly knew it was from Allah. Allah was watching me, and He helped me. Allah is super intelligent and He saw i needed an idea for the plot and He instantly dropped this genius idea in my head to create the plot.

I was super shocked.

Super impressed, at how intelligent Allah was to be able to see a PERFECT SOLUTION to build this conflict and plot.

I praised Allah again and again and again and proceed with writing for hours, drafting those ideas down before I forget them. The more i wrote down, the more ideas came to mind, good ones too! One after another after another. I immediately knew Allah was helping me out and giving me all these points for the conflicts. I praised Him again and jot them all down.

And then it was over. I have finally wrote down ALL of the conflicts drafts. Allah helped me in figuring out how the full story would look like, based on these conflicts. The conflicts fits each other so perfectly that i can see it moving the gears of the main plot.

Subhanallah. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Allah is super freaking intelligent and I am so impressed and touched as to how Allah helped me figure these out in a matter of hours of something i cracked my head on figuring for a year before.

Sigh. Thank you Allah. Thank you. Alhamdulillah.

Next is to write a second draft on adding fine details to the plot, and then we write.

[scottybrock]

The Show - Beck/Jade/Reader

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC THAT HAS A POLY COUPLE IN IT, PLS DON’T ROAST ME

“Move,” Jade ordered, slamming her lunch tray on the table. Tori glared at her, but Jade was unfazed. “You kissed Beck during your first week here,” Jade reminded the thin brunette. Beck scrunched his nose at the reminder, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe at his lips. “That was because you poured coffee on my head!” Tori whined. 

You glanced at Jade, who smirked. “Be glad it was iced coffee,” Jade responded, roughly shoving her way between you and Tori. “If you ever try to put your dry lips near my girlfriend, you’ll have to worry about more than a cup of coffee.” Tori yelped as Jade slammed her hip against hers, but you welcomed the contact, leaning closer to your girlfriend. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” You grinned. Jade’s bright blue eyes lit up, and her expression softened. “Yeah, hey,” She grumbled. Beck shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hey babe,” He greeted. Jade rolled her eyes at him, but a soft smile spread across her face. “Whatever.” She grumbled.

Tori tilted her head, her brows furrowing. “How is it that Jade has not one, but two significant others, and I’m single?!” She whined. You exchanged a look with Beck, then rolled your eyes. Jade glared at Tori. “What’re you trying to say, Vega? That I’m hideous, so therefore I deserve to die alone?” She snapped. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her neck. 

Her glare softened as she turned to you. “Excuse me, I’m trying to scare the wazz out of Vega,” She murmured, trying to stop the giggles that were building up in her chest. You pressed another soft kiss to her neck, and she sighed, her tense posture relaxing, leaning against you. Beck leaned over and brushed his lips over Jade’s. “Yeah, but there are more… pleasant things that we can be doing with that time,” He smirked. You lifted your head from its comfy place to turn around and kiss him, your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. 

His response was immediate; he gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto his lap. Jade leaned over to scatter rough kisses along your neck, biting lightly at your soft skin. “Guys,” Tori cleared her throat. You ignored the waifish brunette, running your hands along Beck’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. Jade’s kisses and Beck’s tongue were doing things to you that weren’t entirely appropriate in a school setting.

With great reluctance, you slid off of Beck’s lap. His hands gripped your hips as if to hold you there, but seeing the determined expression on your face, he relented and gave your hips a final squeeze. Jade’s kisses tapered off, and you finally looked at the table. While you’d been occupied with your boyfriend and girlfriend, Andre, Robbie (plus Rex, but you couldn’t stand the puppet), and Cat had all found their way to the table. “Whoa,” Rex said. If he could, he’d be grinning like the little leper he was. “That was hot, babe.” 

Jade’s brows furrowed, a thunderstorm of emotions flickering over her flawless face. “Call my girlfriend babe again and you’ll lose an arm,” She snarled. Robbie shielded Rex protectively as Andre snickered. Tori looked on with an amused expression, a subtle smile curving her lips. Cat let out a high pitched giggle. “One time, my brother…” She started, then adopted an offended expression when your friends all groaned, nearly at the same time. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” She exclaimed. Jade ignored her, turning to Beck. “Get me coffee,” She demanded. You perked up, giving your boyfriend a hopeful look. Beck caved almost instantly. “What’s the magic word?” He asked playfully. 

Jade’s glare sharpened. “Now!” She snapped at the same time that you shouted “Please!” and offered your boyfriend a charming smile. Beck rolled his eyes at Jade, but bent down to press a firm kiss to her lips. Her expression softened, and she looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and uttered in a soft, sweet tone that she reserved only for you and Beck. “Please?” She requested. 

Beck’s handsome face lit up, a toothy grin settling on his lips. “Be back in a minute.” He acquiesced. As he walked away, Jade shouted after him, “Two sugars!” He turned back and gave her a thumbs up. Jade turned to her salad and began violently stabbing it as hard as the plastic fork would allow. You didn’t bother reminding Beck of your coffee order; after all, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years. He knew what to do. 

You were broken out of your reverie by Tori asking Jade if she could have a cucumber from her salad. Jade glared at her frenemy. “No,” She snapped. Tori pouted, sticking her lower lip out. “C’mon, I just want an itty-bitty piece of cucumber,” Tori whined. Jade rolled her eyes, then picked up her entire salad, aiming it at Tori. Tori shrieked, ducking for cover. Andre immediately grabbed his backpack, ready to make a run for it. Cat was oblivious, eating her pizza without a care in the world. Robbie let out a whimper. You just watched, waiting to see what your beautiful girlfriend was going to do. 

Much to your amusement, she didn’t throw the salad at Tori. She chucked her half-eaten salad directly at Rex, and by extension, Robbie. The salad hit the two of them, landing with soggy splat. Robbie’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. Jade glared at him. “That’s for calling my girlfriend babe,” She snarled. Robbie glared back at her, then immediately cowered away from her when he realized what he’d done. Without another word, he grabbed his backpack and his puppet and hightailed it away from the table. 

Andre and Tori laughed. You snickered, which brought a small smile to Jade’s flawless face. Jade raised an eyebrow at them. “I think you should leave,” She said, her tone matter of fact. Andre was well aware that when Jade used that tone, she wasn’t asking- she was telling. “Alright,” He acquiesced. “See you guys in Sikowitz’s class,” He stood, but Tori stopped him, furrowing her brows once more. “Why do we have to leave?” The songstress complained. Jade’s smirk sharpened. “Because,” She drawled. “While I no longer have a salad to throw at you, I have these,” With that statement, she whipped a pair of scissors out of one of her boots. 

Tori had a look of absolute horror on her face as she fled the table, with Andre following close behind her shouting, “Why’d you hafta ask why?!” Cat followed behind them, gleefully proclaiming, “Weee! I love running!” You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Jade’s lips. “Wanna tell me the real reason you scared everyone away?” You asked, your voice teasing. Jade’s perfect lips curled into a soft smirk. “Maybe I just want to spend time alone with my boyfriend and girlfriend,” She replied, shifting so that you could pull her closer, your legs brushing against hers, then finally entwining. You pressed a hand to your chest, your voice playfully mocking. “Jade West, whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

Jade’s gorgeous face lit up, her smile roguish. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot with you,” She murmured. Your cheeks flushed, and you nudged her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You teased, your lips brushing gently over the shell of her ear. She shivered. “Maybe when Beck gets back… We can go to the janitor's closet and ditch fifth period,” You suggested. Jade’s cheeks flushed, the redness contrasting quite lovely with the paleness of her skin. Her smile was uncharacteristically shy. “I’d like that,” She replied softly. 

Beck returned, balancing three coffee cups. “Where’d everyone go?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blush on Jade’s cheeks. You reached for your coffee, taking a quick sip. “That’s not of importance right now,” You replied, a devilish smirk appearing on your face. Beck’s other eyebrow rose; he knew when you had that look on your face, trouble wasn’t far behind. “Oh yeah?” He asked, handing Jade, who looked rather flustered, her coffee. “Then what is of importance right now?” 

Your smirk grew and you glanced over at Jade, who was squirming in her seat. “The important thing right now is that our girl has some needs that need to be taken care of.” You replied. A matching smirk flashed over Beck’s face. He turned to Jade. “Is that so?” He looked unbelievably smug. How could he not be, when he knew that he was about to fuck two of the most gorgeous girls? “Well, babe. How about we move this somewhere else? Wouldn’t wanna give anyone a show, would we?” 

You shrugged, your eyes glinting playfully. “What if I would?” You teased. Beck’s eyes darkened, and Jade whimpered in the background. Beck set his cup of coffee down and pulled you to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly once more. “Fuck the janitor’s closet,” Beck’s voice was low and gravelly. “We’re ditching for the rest of the day. I’ll give you and Jade a show you won’t soon forget.” 

Jade stood on shaky legs, and you and Beck pulled her in close, so that you formed a small circle. Jade’s fingers ran up and down your leg, causing you to shiver. “I don’t doubt that,” Jade smirked. “Never had a reason to complain before.” You nodded in agreement. Beck growled lowly, moving one of his hands to grip one of Jade’s hips as well. “I’ve got no complaints on my end either,” Beck remarked, his dark brown eyes practically pitch black with lust. “Now get your sweet asses to the truck so we can get to the RV, and I can fuck you both into the mattress until the sun comes up.”

You grinned slyly at him, then glanced at Jade. “Can I fuck Jade into the mattress, too? You can watch.” Jade shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine. She loved that idea, and it was obvious Beck did too, as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. “Get to the truck now,” Beck growled. “I’m gonna call us in sick. I want both of you in the truck and ready to go by the time I get back.”

“I’m already ready to go,” Jade grinned. Beck let out a soft groan. “Let me go call us in sick, stop tempting me.” Jade’s grin sharpened, and she collected the abandoned coffee cups. “We’re most certainly going to need energy to go until the sun rises,” Jade shrugged innocently. Beck grinned, then hurried back to the school. The lunch period was long over, but the fun was just about to begin. 

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you!” You called after him. Jade laced her fingers with yours, and the two of you began walking to the truck. Her smirk would have made the devil proud. “I like the way you think.” 

You grinned at her. “And I like the way you taste.” Jade’s cheeks flushed once more. “Ditto. I like the way you taste. Now stop talking, or we’re really going to have to start without Beck.” She grunted, opening the door for you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips in thanks, then slid into the car. Jade joined you seconds later, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer. She inhaled deeply, then snuggled closer. 

The driver’s side door opened, and Beck slid in. “We’re all set,” He told you and Jade. His dark eyes glinted with the promise of pleasure and love. “Are you ready?” Jade made a soft noise of affirmation. You grinned back at him, your eyes twinkling. “Always.” You replied. 

Beck’s smile widened. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

[bakuvantea]

slime tensei imgns!

- synopsis: sneaking in the hot springs to bathe with the best boys

- includes: rimuru, benimaru, and souei

- special appearances from: shuna, shion, gobta, hakurou (for the shts and giggles lmao)

- warnings: slight nsfw implications in beni’s part

-•-

r i m u r u

oh to be the lover of a man loved by many, it can truly be a bother at times

example being your current situation

rimuru was in his human form, trapped between shuna and shion who were giving him remarks and praises about how well he gave his speech to the delegates from yuurazania

now, how will you take your man for yourself

using thought communication, you said to him, “i invited you over here for us to have a moment to ourselves, do explain why shuna and shion are also here with us, hmm? oh great rimuru-sama.”

you saw him flinch, slowly looking over to you who was sitting down a good 5 meters away from where he was

he smiled, making you scoff and roll your eyes

also using thought communication he replied, “(name) i’m sorry! i didn’t think anyone saw me come in here, but alas they followed me to the bath and before i had a chance to explain it was already too late! im sorry (name)! i really am!”

you then looked over to the two kijins, an idea suddenly appearing out of thin air, you smirked and said out loud, “oh dear, it seems rimuru is hungry from bathing for far too long. shuna, shion, would you two be a dear and grab some food for him? you have my utmost thanks.”

you then listed all sorts of rare and hard to cook cuisines to keep them occupied for a good five hours or so

the two kijins smiled and replied, “of course (name)-sama!”

they then glared at each other, immediately running out of the bath to fetch some food and be the first one to give them to rimuru

you smiled victoriously, “finally!”

rimuru swam closer to you and hugged your side, sighing he said, “you’re so warm.”

wrapping your arms around him, you kissed the top of his head and said, “love, we’re in a hot springs, what do you expect?”

dismissing your sarcastic reply, he kissed your lips, parting just enough for his lips to still touch yours, he said; “your hugs will always be the best.”

-•-

b e n i m a r u

benimaru sighed in content as he dipped further into the hot springs designated for gentlemen

it was a pretty rough day, some overconfident human visitors thought it would be wise to try and pick a fight with him

he scoffed, it seems that their survival instincts needed some tweaking, seeing that they failed to see the murder seething from his eyes

after that encounter he had to train the kurenai elite troops in order to prepare for upcoming battles and to strengthen the defense and offense of the jura tempest federation

it truly was such a tiring day

“psst!”

benimaru opened his eyes, he was now standing in the bath, looking to every direction trying to determine the location of the noise when he suddenly felt a heavy weight from behind him, his body plunged forward into the hot springs and he heard laughter as he gasped for air

finally escaping from the deathly grip, he turned around and saw you giggling, saying “sorry” and “oh jura, you look like a hot mess”

he groaned, “(name) what are you doing here in the men’s bath?” yet even as he tries to look annoyed, one cannot deny how his eyes softened when he saw you

“i was looking for you, then i bumped into rimuru-san, he told me he saw you walking here and so i followed suit,” you replied as you scooted closer to him, beginning to play with his dampened locks

“dearest, someone could come in here any second now, we are sure to be teased by the others if they saw our current predicament!”

flicking his forehead and receiving an ‘oi!’ from him, you then replied saying, “oh don’t worry your pretty ‘lil head love, i asked rimuru-sama if we can have the baths to ourselves for the evening and he agreed, he even told us to have fun.”

benimaru shook his head, pulling you closer to him he said, “well then, if rimuru-sama said so, then who am i to disobey?”

trailing kisses down your neck to your chest he thought to himself, ‘its going to be a long evening’

-•-

s o u e i

you were already in the women's bath when you heard rimuru and souei's voice from the other side

he wasn't one to indulge himself, always claiming that he'll be on the look-out for enemies and anything out of the ordinary in the jura tempest territory

you assumed that rimuru may have scolded him and ordered the kijin to go take a break in the hot bath. hearing rimuru bid farewell, you then started to speak, "souei! are you alone over there?"

"(name), i didn't know you were there. to answer your question, yes i am alone. rimuru-sama left since he has urgent business to attend to."

you smiled

nice!

"i'll go over there!"

"this is the men's bath (name). it is not appropriate for a young woman to be seen bathing with a man like myself."

"oh you and your uptight self! relax for a bit okay? if anybody sees us, then they'd know better than to interrupt, and when have i ever followed tradition?"

"hmm, i guess so"

you stood up and used shadow motion to go to the men's bath

appearing near a bamboo tree, you smiled at him and walked over to where he was sitting, dipping yourself in the water you sighed in content

just as he was about to embrace your figure, he heard a shriek and a chuckle

"i-i'm sorry! (name)-san and souei-san!" the both of you saw gobta kneeling down holding the towel covering his body tightly as he continuously bowed and asked for forgiveness

beside him was hakurou, smirking at souei as if saying, "ayeee, my man getting that-"

"oho ho! me and my student will leave now, it seems that we have disturbed you two," dragging gobta by his ear (he was still saying a barrage of apologies) the master and student then left you two to your own devices

souei sighed, this wasn't really how he envisioned a 'relaxing evening' to transpire to

but with you now wrapped in his embrace, he doesn't think its half bad

yep, it really wasn't, he thought when you started nuzzling his naked chest

-•-

hope ya’ll liked it!!

-winamiko

[versadies]

hi dan! how are you? congrats on 1k!! for the prompt event, can i request libra + kaeya + fluffy angst in which the reader realizes kaeya is their soulmate when he lies, on a very stressful day for both of them, about them never being a bother when they need a favor, so reader starts avoiding him bc they become unsure on how to act around him? either hc or drabble is fine. thank you so much! have a great day!

bothersome (hc scenario)

penpal: i'm doing fine (other than getting ready for school in a few weeks), hope this is to ur liking anon ! have a great day as well <<3

prompt: libra the scale, lie-tattoo soulmate au

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: hc on how you avoiding kaeya after finding out he’s your soulmate.

includes: fluff/slight-angst, short fic, mentions of alcohol, reader overthinking, mentions of injuries

you need a drink. immediately.

when being assigned to a high class commission for the first time, you honestly thought things will go smoothly, even with reckless pallad tagging along.

but then the two of you came across to three ruin guards, causing you to be ditched by pallad and left you alone to deal with the three mechanics.

by the time you came back to mondstadt, you were filled with bandages covering your bruises and injuries littered all over your body, earning concerned stares from people as you pass by.

you could care less from the attention you received, all that was running through your mind is that you weren't able to complete a once-in-a-lifetime commission and missed your opportunity.

katheryne was more than happy to at least reward you for slaying the three ruin guards that was apparently a commission. despite getting paid by the end of the day, you were still disappointed.

as soon as you claimed your rewards from katheryne, you immediately took a visit to angel's share, hoping to find a certain man to chat with.

your eyes brightens when you spotted kaeya sitting on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"hey," you called, causing kaeya to look at you as he watches you sitting down beside him.

"rough day?" he asks with a teasing grin, gesturing your treated wounds. "how was it?"

you let out a sigh, quietly asking charles to give you your usual drink. "the commission? what can i say if i didn't do it at all?"

kaeya pats your shoulder reassuringly, taking a sip of his drink before putting it down. "care to entertain me with the details?" he asks.

"ruin guards." you said nonchalantly, thanking charles– who gave you your drink. "they all suddenly appeared and my partner ditched me."

he sighs dramatically in response. "what a coward."

you nodded in agreement. "indeed. what about you? got a rough day too?"

kaeya simply shrugs in response. "that's for you to not find out and for me to only know." he replied, swirling his drink around.

you stayed silent for a while, looking down at your glass with a blank look on your face.

now that you think about it, there was one certain commission with a generous reward that you could ask katheryne to let you do– not to mention the fact that with kaeya's help, you can definitely finish this commission in no time.

"say kaeya," you look at the calvary captain curiously, your eyes lands on his. "you don't mind if i ask you a favor, right?"

"are we going to bury or burn the body?" he asks jokingly.

he lets out a light laugh when he sees you rolling your eyes at his joke. "i'm merely jesting. you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you smile gratefully at your friend. "you have my thanks, kaeya."

as the both of you continue chatting the night away while enjoying your drink, you couldn't help but notice an itch in your covered arm, your hand constantly scratching on the bandage with irritation.

it wasn't until you removed the bandages the next day when you realized why it was itchy.

you were sure the words imprinted on your arm would haunt you for a while.

"you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you stared at the words on your arm for a while, unsure how to feel with your recent discovery. surely this was just a coincidence, right? but what if it wasn't–?

does this mean.. he finds you bothersome and annoying?

you frowned, your hands brushing against the tattoo whilst ignoring the pain from its touch. perhaps you should avoid him and not bother him unless necessary.

you let out a sigh, grabbing the new bandages you got from the cathedral and start wrapping it around your injuries, the thoughts about kaeya's true feelings about you never left your mind.

since then, you started avoiding areas where you know you'll encounter the man, whether it'd be angel's share, the knights of favonius headquarters, and even the entrance of mondstadt, deciding to go to the right entrance of the city and go to katheryne from there during the morning.

you were quite proud that you managed to get away from the calvary captain's sight, not minding the new change of routes and the hindrances you had to do in order to avoid kaeya like a plague.

this went on for a week. you no longer heard of the man and he the same. every time you see at least one glance of his familiar figure, you would immediately head to the opposite direction, ignoring him calling out your name should he notice your presence nearby. you're honestly grateful he didn't try to chase you.

even though you're okay with avoiding him, you couldn't stop your head from thinking about kaeya, wondering if he's now happy that you're no longer bothering him.

it didn't help that you've been debating with yourself on whether or not you should tell kaeya, a person who finds his own soulmate bothersome, that you're his soulmate.

deep down, you knew it was best to tell him, he deserves to know after all. besides, it's not like the world will end if you tell him, right?

you were simply walking around windwail highland– looking for certain items for a commission when you spotted him standing not too far away.

your breath hitches when you see him looking at you direction, spotting you right away. oh crap.

without another thought, you immediately turned away and started jogging to the opposite direction, praying to barbatos that kaeya isn't followin–

"my, i didn't know you'd be a slow runner." you felt your heart jump from kaeya's sudden voice, causing you to stop your tracks in surpirse when you see kaeya jogging alongside you and stopped as well.

he chuckles at your reaction, crossing his arms with a stilled-grin plastered on his face. "so now you're not running away from me anymore?"

you tried to walk away after those words, only for kaeya to suddenly grip your wrist and stop you from going anywhere.

"what do you want, kaeya?" you ask calmly, trying not to look at the man behind you as you stare at the direction ahead.

his grip on your wrist didn't falter. "care to tell me why you're suddenly avoiding me like i'm a plague? did i say something wrong?" he asks.

"it's not that."

you stayed silent, now unsure what to say. you knew that you'd expose yourself right away the moment you lie in front of his face.

you then sighed, looking down at the ground in defeat. it's now or never.

"am i... a bother to you, kaeya?" you questioned, scared of his response. will he lie again?

his grin faltered, taken back by surprise from your question. "what?"

you turn behind to look at kaeya, causing him to let go of your wrist. "i... i need you to be honest with me. am i a bother to you?"

you watched as kaeya stayed silent, looking at you with a serious look. "what made you think of such thing–?"

"remember when i asked you if you wouldn't mind me asking you a favor?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "do you remember what you said to me during that night?"

before kaeya could say anything, you slowly raise your arm to his eye level and lifted up your sleeves, showing him the exact words that he remembered saying on that night.

his grin completely disappeared.

"when i saw this the day after that, i had so many things to think about. i thought i should be happy that you're my soulmate– but why did... why did it had to be because of this lie?"

"y/n i–"

"i avoided you because i thought you think of me as a hindrance to you and i didn't.. i didn't want to bother you and your duty as the calvary captain." you explained, your shoulders slumped. "but i kept thinking if i told you that i'm your soulmate, you would've been disappo–"

your eyes widens when you felt his arms wrapping around you out of nowhere.

"i'm not disappointed that you're my soulmate, y/n." he said, hugging you in comfort. "if anything, i'm... relieved."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "what about... what about the favor? why did you lie–"

"i lied because it was a stressful day for me as well," he clarified. "yes, i did find favors bothersome at that time, but i never find you bothersome, so i had no choice but to say i'm okay with your favors because it's from you."

you felt yourself slowly relaxed when you didn't feel any itchy feeling around your body, letting out a sigh in relief as you continue to let kaeya hug you to his content.

"so does this mean.. you want me as your soulmate?" you ask hesitantly.

he smiles genuinely for the first time, holding onto you tighter and nodded.

"yes."

[mzmezzler]

[Error 391] - Beomgyu Solo

shortlist: sub!Beomgyu, sci-fi setting, based off the Magic mv, dub!con, forced exhibitionism, voyeurism, dacryphilia, rough sex, humiliton, a robot….

word count: 1.3k

summary: after being detained for his intergalactic crimes with his crewmates, Beomgyu’s physical evaluation goes terribly wrong as the ship’s system malfunctions.

a/n: Is this a comeback...idk I needed a break. Wrote this is one sitting, no edits, no nothing. let's hope for the best.

Any and all feedback is appreciated :)

-

White light beams down on Beomgyu where he stands bare in the center of the evaluation chamber.

It was only him underneath these clinical lights while one of the crew members that held him captive observed the boy from the outside, well within the distance between the brunette and behind a panel of glass.

There wasn’t a moment Beomgyu’s stern gaze faltered while their service androids poke and prod over him, taking his temperature here and obtaining all the information regarding his state as needed. Their cold ends flitting about trying to be as accurate as possible like the boy was an item to be studied rather than a prisoner.

It was almost pleasant to be touched after so long~

Letting out a soft sigh and smirk, Beomgyu never loses eye contact with the silver faced crew member holding the tablet with all of his collected data.

Their reaction was instant with a startled expression appearing as Beomgyu snickered on while letting his mouth fall open as the android moves to take his temperature by placing a thermometer under his tongue and instructing him to close his lips around it.

Seeing the fun in toying with his captor, Beomgyu licks over the metal end of the thermometer before closing his lips to suck on the thicker part of the device with an exaggerated moan.

The move makes the person on the other side flinch and drop the tablet in their hands, but before Beomgyu could laugh out loud at the reaction the room android stops its own task abruptly. Dropping the thermometer in the process and stalling it’s arm near Beomgyu’s face almost as if it’s frozen.

Looking between the frozen robot and the staff member now holding a buzzing, obviously broken tablet in their hands; the brunette’s eyes widen when the sentient being suddenly jolts to life.

But something didn’t seem right.

The crew member was still messing about with the tablet like they hadn’t meant to do this, and with the robot’s eyes starting to glow back to life it didn’t seem to be planned either.

Moving to take a step backwards, Beomgyu is immediately stopped by the robot’s grip on his bound hands.

The look on the android’s face was blank and unfeeling; almost mirroring the sterile room Beomgyu was placed alongside it with. But now there was a tension in those eyes as if it now had something to say other than the automated orders it gave the brunette throughout the examination.

“What is this?” the boy asks almost to himself.

On the other side of the chamber stood no one behind the glass.

The crew member probably went to go get someone to fix this;

“You have no need to be frightened.” It states blankly.

“I will further the examination.”

But before Beomgyu could process the claim, or even the fact that the android could form it’s own sentences; it shifts to face the boy’s back and grip along his sides. Returning those feather light touches in an odd effort at intimacy.

The sudden contact made the captive gasp and arch into the touch as the cool metal moved towards his bare nipples that were already hard from his prolonged state of undress.

The android circled it’s fingers over the brown buds before pinching in an iron grip and pulling, forcing a yelp from Beomgyu’s lips and bringing his attention to the erection twitching near his bound hands.

There was a tortuous space between his own fingertips and the angry tip of his boner, but despite his efforts. He couldn’t reach.

Crying out in frustration Beomgyu opts to lean into the android’s touch as his eyes roll back when a finger goes to tease his hole.

It was then as the brunette leaned into the robot’s form that he could make out the feeling of his feet grazing the ground below him.

Time seemed to blur together with the android almost moving to spite Beomgyu’s senses.

The ever cold touch, endless strength, and buzz of the overhead light only went to drive the boy into feeling fucked out by what could barely be taken as foreplay.

It was almost like an out of body experience, as if Beomgyu could see himself being slyly lifted off his feet by the arm of a robot like he weighed nothing. Just to be toyed with as a self lubricating finger dances around his hole.

Was this a fucked up dream?

Was the ship’s crew making him into some stow away whore for their own entertainment?

Was he even being forced into anything when his erection stood proudly to frame out his own pleasure in spite of the spontaneous scene?

None of that even mattered when that lubed digit breached his hole in one long drag, like it was testing the waters of a new territory.

“More” the boy mutters.

“Please-” Beomgyu leans his head back to peer up at the robot’s bottomless eyes, “You’ve gotten this far, just fuck me.” he pants.

Before the boy could settle on his words, the press of a second lubed finger alongside the first makes Beomgyu choke and groan and the two digits pistoning in and out of him before he can truly get used to the intrusion.

However even with the dull pain there was the subtle grazing against his prostate that made him crave those same rough fingers in his mouth; gagging him in tandem with the digits fingering him till he cried.

But instead of reading his mind or adding a third finger, all contact was lost.

Only the one arm tilting Beomgyu up from his underarm remained.

The angle was humiliating as the room still rings his shameless moans around him.

He didn’t even need to look forward to feel eyes on him, whether it was from the outside or the cameras that watched his every move.

It didn’t cross the boy’s mind how his future would play out after fucking an android while in captivity, but that was the last thing on Beomgyu’s mind when in one sweeping motion the android hooks it’s free arm underneath the bend of the brunette’s leg and pushes past his hole.

Beomgu didn’t register the shout that dissolved into a shameless moan that was forced out of him or the tears pooling in his eyes.

Everything went blank while the robot used him, raising him up and down it’s cock like Beomgyu was a rag doll.

He probably made such a picture, mouth wide open and frozen while his messy hair flopped over his tear stained face.

Nipples hard and abused, still exposed to the air and moist from Beomgyu’s wet panting.

The feeling of his bobbing erection leaking only made Beomgyu cry harder, the sensations were so much and the drop of the android's grip on him forced his limp body forward.

There was a split second where the boy was so sure he was falling, pliant like a puppet and open to be fucked endlessly.

And without his hands to brace him, Beomgyu waited for his face to meet the floor.

Instead the robot grips his arms and pulls him back onto his cock, the brunette’s arms are moved farther away from his angry erection just to meet the robot by the motions of his hips.

With his face now facing the glass window, Beomgyu just takes the thrusts completely unphased by the countless silver faced ship staff watching him stunned by his state.

He was too far into this to feign innocence and the look of the corrupted captive assaulted by the glitched out service android.

He was a whore and looked the part.

It was right when he locked eyes with the crew member who observed him from before and flashed that toothy smile of his when the robot roughly gave a final thrust before spilling into the boy’s messy hole.

The feeling was euphoric, and with the added crowd Beomgyu came as he was being filled by the robot.

He could only chuckle at the absurdity of it all as if he wasn’t debauched and bound in front of a dozen people.

And as the cold spunk drools out of Beomgyu’s hole, a dumb smile etches itself across his before he goes limp against the cool metal form behind him; his untouched cock growing soft while the last droplets of his release blend into the white floor.

Maybe they’ll redo his physical because of the glitch?

[sunfish-studies]

VS Umbrella

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous:  ‹ Illusionary Hero › | Next:  ‹ Cogs ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

A new special move!

The third day of summer training camp and the temperature was still rising. Under the cool shade of the tree upon the hill, you, Shimizu, and Yachi were preparing cool electrolyte drinks for the team. Usually, you three done it in the gym but experiencing how hot the weather was, you three decided brought the bottles uphill so the team could drink immediately in order to avoid dehydration.

“That’s a different type of brand you use, [Name]-chan.” Shimizu commented, seeing a different colored package of electrolyte drink in your hand.

“Oh, Kageyama-kun usually used this particular brand,” you replied, pouring the powder into the bottle and turn the lid close, then you shook the bottle so it would mix thoroughly. Your upperclassman hummed in understanding from your answer.

While it was the third day of training, it’s also marked the three weeks of Kageyama and Hinata not talking to each other even though it didn’t hinder their practice. It worried you a bit, but you knew the two of them would talk eventually.

“Great work,” you said, offering the bottle to Kageyama when he and the rest of the boys arrived uphill. He rasped out a thank you before immediately downing the drink.

“Hinata-kun, this is yours!”

“Thank you!”

You purposely be the one to delivered the bottle straight to the person–Hinata was keeping a quite distance from Kageyama and you didn’t want to force the orange-haired boy to get closer with the raven-haired setter.

“Wuaah, it’s nice and cool,” Hinata sighed in content, placing the bottle upon his cheek–enjoying the coolness radiating from it. After satisfied in cooling down his face, he soon downed the drink. Now that you think, you rarely talk to Hinata these days with him busy with his practice.

“[Name]-san, is your arm okay?” ah, he must be referring to the long cut on your arm.

“It’s already a month, Hinata-kun, it’s healed but it does leave a scar,” you lifted your arm, showing a faint lighter line present on your skin where your wound previously at.

“Oh, sorry,” frowns don’t suit Hinata at all–he’s a bright ball of beaming energy, a warm figure who could lit your day in an instant. It’s his nature, and seeing him becoming dejected from the start of the day was worrying.

“It’s fine, Hinata-kun, it’s not your fault anyway. It was an accident,” you dismissed his apology. “And if you need anything, just call out for me, okay? I’ll do my best to help you.”

You didn’t know what force that made you say those words, but you know you couldn’t take it back–you didn’t intend too anyway. Hinata always worked hard by himself, so you want to support him as much as possible. The orange haired boy looked taken a back before a giving you that infamous wide, sunny grin.

“Okay! And call me Shoyo, then! I call you by your first name so it’s fair if you call me like that too!”

“Alright, then, Shoyo-kun.”

.

.

The temperature was still rising–the burning hot atmosphere exhausted your boys even further than before. It would get rough, both for their body and mind eventually. You could feel your skin prickling–the tension was rising faster than before, tiredness building up, and sooner or later it would get to them.

“Damn it!” you gripped on your hand a little tighter after hearing Hinata’s scream of frustration. He failed to get the ball over the net because he lost in terms of strength with Lev. For the past three days, he couldn’t hit any ball comfortably, and with the battle of height always looming over him he had nothing to fight it with.

The match continued–Nishinoya tossed the ball perfectly, and then Kageyama went up to made a toss. Hinata, noticing there was a chance for a quick immediately jumped. Even though the ball barely being hit, it still got over the net and fell on the opposite court.

“You held back, didn’t you!?” his upperclassmen’s praises went over his head as Hinata yelled in anger at Kageyama.

“Held back?” the raven-haired setter also didn’t like the approach, glaring back menacingly. “Me? With volleyball?”

Thankfully before a fight could break, Takeda-sensei already asked for a time-out–with that, at least the two could cool down for a bit and not causing ruckus on the court in the middle of a match.

“That wasn’t the falling toss!” Hinata’s next words, caught you off guard. He noticed something’s different with the toss? It looked the same to you.

“It wasn’t?” Takeda-sensei questioned.

“I mean, looking back, it technically may not have been.” Coach Ukai answered, a thumb under his chin. “I think what just happened is that the toss right now wasn’t like the falling tosses he’s been getting, but more of a parabola.”

It clicked in your mind–the abrupt change suddenly made sense. “Does that mean Kageyama-kun is trying to get Shoyo-kun to hit the ball no matter what?”

“It’s on purpose?” Yachi turned to look at you.

“But what for?” Shimizu’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hinata hasn’t hit a spike comfortably for a while now,” Coach Ukai was the one who answered to their question. “That’s pretty stressful for a spiker. Kageyama might have subconsciously been worried that Hinata’s might not play as well because of that.”

You frowned in worry, seeing how Hinata still rooted on his spot despite Tanaka’s attempt to dragged him off the court. And it also worried you that Kageyama was looking utterly dejected–maybe he realized for a moment that he pulled his punches. Thankfully it was only a moment–everything was resolved rather quickly and practice resumed.

.

.

After practice at night, you found yourself helping Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi in the third gym. The owl captain immediately dragged you away as soon as the last practice was over (you swore you could hear Tanaka and Nishinoya’s screams of fury), so here you were, throwing balls to Akaashi so he could toss it to Bokuto. Surprisingly, Tsukishima was present as well–now, he’s learning to block with Kuroo’s guidance.

“Oh? Tsukki, [Name]-chan, did you bring a friend today?” Bokuto suddenly asked, which confused the two of you.

“Pardon?” Tsukishima questioned.

When you threw a look over your shoulder, you immediately took a notice of an extremely familiar figure with orange hair by the door. Calling out, you gave him a smile. “Shoyo-kun!”

“[N-Name]-san!”

“What happened to your partner?” Tsukishima asked.

“Kageyama’s practicing on his own again,” Hinata answered. “I was trying to get Kenma to throw me tosses, but he ran away after the fifth one.”

“It’s amazing that you got Kenma to even give you five during practice,” Kuroo remarked.

“So, please let me practice with you!” another surprised for you because Lev showed up and asking the same thing.

“Lev!”

“Oh, Hinata,” the silver-haired boy then noticed you and immediately waved his hands enthusiastically. “Otohaku-chan!! You’re here too!!”

“Lev, quit flirting with the manager and I thought you were practicing receives with Yaku.” Kuroo said and of course, the mention of Nekoma’s libero, Lev stiffened.

“He said I was doing well today, so he let me go!”

From the looks of it, it was no doubt he ran away while Yaku was having a bathroom break or something else that required him for leaving the gym. But Kuroo, being the lenient and laid-back captain he is, dismissed it.

“Well, whatever,” he sighed. “Then, we have the right number of people, so let’s play three-on-three. [Name], you’re in charge of the score.”

Nodding in understanding, you pushed the score board closer and changed the names above–cats and owl, it reminded you of the two captain’s characteristics. You were fine in looking over the match, but this match was quite ridiculous. Thankfully, you’re not the only to think so.

“Um, isn’t this just a bit unbalanced?” Akaashi questioned. He was in the same team with Bokuto and Hinata, whereas the opposite team was clearly having more advantage in height–Kuroo, Lev, and Tsukishima are all above 185cm. Still with the disadvantage he got, Hinata was excited for sure.

The match was interesting to watch–even with the lack of extra height for Hinata’s team, they were still on par with Tsukishima’s team. But soon it was stopped by Yukie and Kaori’s appearance.

“If you don’t wrap soon, the cafeteria will close and you won’t get any dinner.” Yukie informed. “Oh? [Name]-chan, you’re here too? That explains why you don’t show up for dinner.”

Frustration was clear to Hinata because he clearly enjoyed the match and he didn’t want it to end, however, with Kuroo’s reassurance that they would continue this tomorrow, he was back bouncing on his feet. You couldn’t help but smile at the captain’s attentiveness.

“Thank you for cheering Shoyo-kun up,” you said, as the seven of you walked towards the cafeteria. Yukie and Kaori said they had to handle other things first so they couldn’t accompany you (it was hard for them to let you go with the boys). “Today’s not a good day for him so this match definitely cheers him up.”

“It’s nothing, and we probably have to apologize to you too,” Kuroo remarked. “Bokuto’s dragging you here, you stuck with us, and missed dinner. Bokuto, you have an apology to make!”

“That’s right, Bokuto-san, you made Otohaku-san missed dinner.” Akaashi piped up. “Tomorrow she has to wake up early to prepare breakfast, too.”

As if struck by lightning, Bokuto froze and turned stiffly to look at you before he went on a full apology-mode–as far as dropping on his knees, taking your hands in his, and begging for apology. You laughed nervously, but you knew he was sincere with it.

“I’m sorry, [Name]-chan!! I’ll make it up to you!! Do I need to replace you handling breakfast tomorrow!?”

“N-no, it’s alright, I will be fine and you don’t have to apologize, Bokuto-san. I don’t mind helping you practice.”

“Bokuto-san, you’re making Otohaku-san uncomfortable.”

“Have my back for once, Akaashi!!”

.

.

Now that you think of it, your after-practice time was automatically reserved for the third gym. Bokuto would bound towards you, asking for your help as soon as you’re done with your managerial duties. With your nod, he then reached out for your hand and pulled you to ran towards the third gym.

Akaashi already informed you to just dismissed his captain, but you found yourself couldn’t possibly rejected Bokuto’s invitation–especially when his eyes practically shining, you didn’t have a heart to ruin it. That goes for Daichi also, he even offered to talk to Bokuto about it if it bothers you. You were grateful for the two’s offer, still if you could help, you want to be helpful as possible.

It’s probably the third time you helped them practice by throwing balls and keeping an eye on the score board. Well you did your usual managerial duties as well–refilling the water bottles, giving them towels, sometimes wiping the floor when it became too slippery. Kuroo mentioned that you didn’t have to do it since your work hour was over and him, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Lev weren’t from your team.

Again, you dismissed it–it’s not a heavy duty, anyway. In between water break, Tsukishima asked about why on earth Kuroo wanted to help them when they would end up being rival in the end.

The captain cleared his throat. “I want to make the Battle at the Garbage Dump a reality. It’s what our coach wants more than anything. But who knows how much longer our coach is going to continue coaching? So, because of that, we need you guys to keep winning too.”

Overall, you understood Kuroo’s reason, but there was something that piqued your curiosity.

“Uhm, I know this question might sound strange, but, what is Battle at the Garbage Dump?” you asked.

“Oh, that’s right, we haven’t explained anything to Yachi-san and [Name]-san!” Hinata said.

“To put it simple, it’s like destined match between Karasuno and Nekoma.” Tsukishima explained. “It’s been going since the previous Coach Ukai’s time.”

“Karasuno and Nekoma will climb up until they could go to nationals and then will meet up on the orange court.” Kuroo grinned, reaching up to ruffle your hair lightly.

“That’s… so cool,” you muttered. You couldn’t find the exact words to express the awe you’re feeling. A match in the orange court between destined rivals, it’s almost like straight up from a manga or a movie. Other teams could research but playing against a team that knows you really well is going to be an absolute thrill–probably the best match Karasuno could get.

“Right, right!?” Hinata went up to you and asked excitedly.

“Come on. Let’s get back to practice!” Kuroo informed and all of you immediately went to your assigned place.

Practice went on–still between the Owl and Cat group. When Bokuto had to score against someone tall like Lev and Tsukishima, he didn’t kill the ball instead he hit it purposely against the block–returning it to the team for a more proper toss. Knowing how Hinata was hungry for development, surely he wouldn’t miss this.

After Bokuto managed to kill the ball with an intense straight towards the back line, he instantly approached him to ask about it. Soon, the game continued. This time, it was Lev who went for the score but managed to be soft-blocked by Akaashi. The last ball went to Hinata and you witnessed an absolutely underhanded way of blocking.

“Ah! Hey!” Bokuto screeched, also feeling the unfairness. “You guys are playing dirty!”

Hinata had to face three blockers above 185 cm with not a good toss.

“Nowhere to aim,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes in slight annoyance.

However, Hinata intended to face them–he hit the ball to Lev’s fingertips and it flew over before dropping to the inner-side of the opposite court. He jumped high enough and landed on his back instead.

“Shoyo-kun, you’re amazing!” running and kneeling beside him, you praised. Technically, you’re supposed to check on him but it flew over your mind for a second. “It’s an amazing block-out!”

“Did…you actually aim for that?” Kuroo questioned in disbelief. “That was an amazing wipe!”

“Well, I did aim for Lev’s fingertips.”

“What!?” Lev took a full offense in this.

Still, Bokuto was impressed by the lack of fear the younger had. The owl captain was showering him with praises as the rest of you watched from the sidelines. It went well until Bokuto proposed a ‘special move’–which made almost everyone dropped their beliefs, Hinata seemed to be excited by it though.

[uwuwriting]

Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings. 

-Like to no one. 

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places. 

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic. 

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority. 

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though. 

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them. 

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys. 

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face. 

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment. 

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions. 

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.” 

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly. 

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world. 

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you. 

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together. 

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship. 

-How he sits really close to you during lunch. 

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days. 

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low. 

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”. 

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you. 

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right. 

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference. 

-You are not letting this slide. 

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping. 

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop. 

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do. 

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting. 

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy. 

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued. 

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver. 

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.” 

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind. 

Todoroki Shouto 

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile. 

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing. 

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year. 

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it. 

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints. 

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it. 

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing. 

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath. 

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out. 

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild. 

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar. 

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone. 

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide. 

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly. 

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room. 

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear. 

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you. 

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general. 

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league. 

-He has NO shame whatsoever. 

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off. 

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you. 

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around. 

-But one day he slipped. 

-His hold on his horniness snapped. 

-Poor guy. 

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah. 

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off. 

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted. 

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache. 

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

-That’s his sixth sense. 

-The shirt was black so nothing showed. 

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt. 

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap. 

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered. 

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand. 

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had. 

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in. 

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses. 

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing. 

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window. 

-He cuddled you to drown his shame. 

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public. 

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes. 

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person. 

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare. 

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy. 

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy. 

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off. 

-He wants to cuddle at the sight. 

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy. 

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least. 

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right. 

-You look seductive as hell. 

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume. 

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round. 

-But now it was unexpected. 

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission. 

-Totally forgot. 

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble. 

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga. 

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you. 

-More than you already are. 

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel  the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet. 

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting. 

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission. 

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room. 

-Took a cold shower afterwards. 

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room. 

TAG TEAM AY:

@iwaqchan​ @the-arcana-fan-fic​ @angelwritings​ @axerrri​ @reinyrei​

[lokiskitten]

Request for @brat-blog-2 !!

Loki Laufeyson | dark obsession

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : after Loki takes over Asgard and becomes king, he is now finally able to tear you away from his brother’s grip, before deciding to make you pay for it.

warnings : cursing, degrading, physical abuse, mental abuse, biting, none/co, smut, unprotected sex, physical manipulation, lack of after care.

PLEASE, this imagine contains NONE/CO. Do not read it if it’s a subject that you’re uninterested/sensitive with. All irrelevant comments will be deleted. Now, to all the people that are willing to read, enjoy! :D

Groans exit your lips as you were forcefully dragged all the way up to Odin’s throne, which had now unfortunately become Loki’s- and that against everyone’s will. Most of the Asgardians had decided to submit to their new savior, however you decided not to take part in this petty move and remain faithful to the people you believe deserved it, such as Thor or Odin. Unfortunately, this attitude easily led you to get in trouble with the king and his surroundings, remaining unaware that Loki had been obsessing over you for a while now which allowed you to avoid great moments of anxiety. But now, you had just gotten caught, and escaping felt absolutely impossible.

The guards’ grip tightened around your fragile arms as they forced you on your knees before Loki’s sat silhouette, wishing to avoid accidentally letting you go which would’ve risked to annoy their king. The raven haired man’s green eyes looked down at you, smirk appearing onto his devilish lips as you progressively started to feel more and more uncomfortable about his intense stare. Thankfully, hatred managed to drag you out of this shame hole, giving you strength to stand up face to this man who claimed to be your king though he truly was nowhere near reaching this rank. “Ah, at last. You almost made me wait.” He spoke, raspy voice echoing through the large room. And as you continued to physically and mentally struggle, Loki carried on talking.

“You gave me a really hard time, in fact.” He explained, causing you to cringe as you truly did not look forward to discovering the double meaning hiding behind this creepy sentence. Getting up from where he had been sitting, the man accepted to remove his horns before taking a couple of steps down the luxurious throne which once belonged to his adoptive father. Watching him near you stroke another shockwave of hatred through your body, head looking up as you were no longer fighting the guards grip- or at least not physically. “Tell me... Why keep fighting it? All you have to do is give in. Forget about the past, and become my queen.” He purred, though you felt nowhere near softened by his devilish words.

“You are not king.” The words escaped your lips like the purest yet sneakiest venom. Hearing this sentence, Loki groaned and turned around in order to refrain from allowing his anger to take over his calm yet frustrated mindset. “I’m a better king than you’ve ever known.” Loki spoke lowly, hand forming a fist in anticipation of your next, surely offensive, answer. “You are nothing compared to your brother!” You dared to affirm, head dangerously moving closer to his silhouette through the words’ hatred. This sentence crossed a line which probably should’ve been kept intact, easily leading Loki to unleash his anger out on your left cheek. The back of his hand collided with your face as he turned around in a fast manner, your head and upper body propelled backwards due to the imminent shock you had just received.

A small wince escape your lips, Loki’s silhouette now hovering above yours as the guards took a step back in order to leave some space for their king to outburst. “I am ten times the king he will ever be, you little quim! And you’re just a fool for believing otherwise.” Progressively, his tone lowered, entire being calming down as his hand travelled to your bruised cheek. “I could show you a good time... and that only if you agree to give in.” The young man proposed, though the physical contact was soon broken by your strong attitude. Shaking your head in an attempt to make his hand back away from your face, a sigh escaping Loki’s lips as he seemingly agreed to take a step back and watch your pathetic self struggle helplessly.

“Alright. Have it your own way then.” He affirmed, green eyes drifting up to his guards, a move which was accompanied by a simple nod of his head. Instantly, your arms were trapped by their palms, body dragged away towards god knew where whilst Loki frustratedly made his way back to the throne. Screams exited your lips as you had completely gave up on any form of dignity, though it wasn’t as if Loki hadn’t proceeded to completely steal it from you barely a couple of seconds ago.

[...]

After spending the rest of your day locked away in the dungeons, body sitting down against the wall whilst trying to contain it’s need of food and water, an unexpected visit occurred. Before you could even tell, Loki turned out to be standing before your quivering frame, refraining from making physical contact with you as he simply waited for the moment where you would finally notice his presence. Barely looking up, you decided to offer him no form of attention as you knew that it was something that made his blood boil. “It would be foolish to ignore my presence.” Loki explained, kneeling before your folded self. Your face looked away, jaw clenching in an upset and painful manner.

Seeing how you seemingly weren’t willing to properly cooperate, the demigod rose from the floor and made his way towards your bed which had graciously been gifted by the dungeons services. He sat down, legs remaining spread as his bulge pressed against the elastic fabric of his suit. Finally agreeing to look up, a blush spread over your cheeks when you made eye contact with the man who was now your king. Gasping uncomfortably, your hands immediately decided to push down the fabric of your dress in order to hide the leftovers of flesh which weren’t covered by the thin piece of fabric. Even with the attitude your carried, your instincts forced you to go humble face to the threat of male gaze.

“If I may, I think you look alluring alluring.” Loki confessed, green eyes moving up from your body to your face. It didn’t take long for you to understand the man’s intention- like a doe being preyed by a dangerous cheetah in the mountains. Noticing that the door had been left unlocked since the king remained in your cell, you decided to attempt the impossible by getting up to your feet and rushing towards the exit. Unfortunately, and quite unexpectedly, Loki’s silhouette summoned before you could reach the see through wall, stopping you in your track. Thankfully, this vision was nothing but a clone yet which still successfully managed to make you back away in fear as your eyes stared straight into his smirking features.

Your feet bumped against the edge of the bed, making you fall back as the real Loki got up right in time to avoid your silhouette. The demigod joined his clone with a chuckle, both of them looking down at you in amusement as your troubled mind couldn’t manage to figure out who the real Loki was. The only object which turned out to be in your reach was a book, and your hand didn’t waste any time before taking a firm hold of it in order to throw it at your abuser. Unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to tell which one of them was real- and seeing how you had one chance out of two to miss, your brain took a decision rather quickly... but unfortunately, it didn’t turn out to be efficient. The book passed straight through the projected figure of Loki, landing onto the floor shortly before the clone faded away from your sight.

A disappointed sigh escaped Loki’s lips as your eyes stared at his face in fear. “That was audacious. It’s a shame that your instincts decided to lead you towards the wrong path.” The king affirmed before taking ahold of your ankles, easily managing to get on top of your fragile self. You squirmed, head tilting back as you wrists were now trapped by his strong hold. “Can’t you see that I want you. I need you, my dear.” Loki confessed roughly, face buried against your neck as he kept on kissing and licking your warm flesh. You exhaled loudly, refraining from moaning as this unwanted gesture would’ve only encouraged the madman through his acts.

Soon enough, your mind and body both agreed that it was time for you to stop fighting it, arms helplessly laying beside your head as the demigod continued to do whatever he wished of your body. Thankfully, emptying the rest of the cells had been one of the first things that Loki did shortly after becoming king- which offered you both complete privacy. His hand roamed your clothed waist, the other one taking a rough hold of your breast he’s seemingly been wishing to touch for a long time now. You could feel his teeth biting at your jawline, probably creating bruises which you wouldn’t get to see until the moment you’d be free from his grip and facing your own reflection in the mirror.

Almost carefully, Loki sat you up before pulling your dress over your body, naked silhouette now exposed to his sight as you had never felt more vulnerable in your whole entire life. Soon enough, he decided that it was your turn to return the gesture, limbs falling back besides his own body as a smile appeared on his face. “Undress me.” Loki demanded calmly, green orbs looking at your scared self as he admired the way you still found the strength to fight the situation. Carefully, his hand traveled up to your chest, index and middle finger pressing against your sternum as his facial expressions were now stern. “Undress me.” Loki repeated, green mist swirling around his fingers and magically penetrating through your skin.

Nearly instantly, your brain was intoxicated with the painful grip which was Loki’s magic. Forced to obey, your hands moved up to his shoulders as you started to remove his first layers of clothing. Surprisingly enough, and as difficult to figure out as his suit could be, you managed to remove the layers of clothes as if you’ve been doing this for your entire life. Though, even if you obeyed his orders and successfully managed to undress the demigod, your soul remained empty from any forms of emotions- which was soon to become a dislike for the unamused god of mischief.

The man now sat shirtless face to your naked self, magic exiting your body as he forcefully laid you back down against the rough sheets. It felt as if you had just awoken from a dream, eyes blinking curiously as you barely managed to understand what was going on around yourself nor properly get back into reality. All you could feel were Loki’s hand on you as his clothed crotch pressed against your bare one, happy grunts and hungry moans escaping his lips as he let his lust out on the skin of your neck. His boner was undeniable, and your scent penetrating through his nostrils only managed to make it swell even harder as it prepared for the upcoming penetration.

On another hand, you turned out to have a hard time getting any wet, as the thought of having to submit to his demands made you feel sick in your stomach. However, nature was soon to take over as the feeling of his crotch against yours uncontrollably caused your genitals to throb and moisten- preparing for intercourse just like Loki’s. His head moved down to your chest, lips easily wrapping around your nipple which he religiously suckled on. Your eyelids shut close in order to avoid paying too much attention to the multiple sensations going through your body at the moment, though it was becoming harder and harder seeing how Loki truly didn’t help.

Climbing back to your face, both of your crotches aligned again as his hand moved down in order to lazily pull his own pants down, and that just enough for his member to be set free. A wince escaped his lips due to the friction the movement managed to create for his cock to enjoy, warm tip colliding with your clit as Loki took a couple of seconds to blindly align his length with your slightly moist entrance. His lips pressed against yours as his warm member slid inside of your core, a loud yet deep and creepy moan escaping his lips as his bare stomach collided with your skin.

Never once you believed ending up having to submit to such an act in your life, and yet here you were : laying down in the arms of a man you were meant to despise. However, the intercourse technically remained none consensual. As soon as he had reached balls deep, the demigod took a couple of seconds to catch his breath as this first sexual contact was visibly sending him head over heels. At least, one of you was having fun. You adjusted the position of your legs against the bed, leading Loki to do same as you could feel his stomach bulge every time he breathed in. “Fuck, my darling... you know how to make your king happy.” The man praised with a grin before starting to thrust in and out of your entrance.

A gentle hiss exited your closed mouth as Loki allowed multiple winces to escape his parted lips, his head tilting back in pleasure whilst your breasts bounced generously every time his balls collided with your ass. Once in a while, you noticed that the god of mischief would stop and enjoy some cosy time inside of your warm and soaked self as he caught his breath, hand always pressed against your cheek as he either kissed you or stared right into your eyes. Then, he would begin to thrust again and allow more frustrated groans to escape his lips as his body took care of slowly building up it’s owner’s climax.

His mouvements were soon to become sloppier, betraying the undeniable fact that your partner was soon going to release his semen against your cervix. Of course, from where you patiently laid, you couldn’t help but apprehend this moment as your worst fear was for him to cum inside of you and cause a pregnancy you did not want to occur. Finally, a moan escaped the man’s lips as he paused inside of you, the lower part of his shaft moving in waves as his scrotum throbbed and twitched. Your greatest fear had just come to reality as you could sense the thick and warm liquid stain your walls, grin appearing on Loki’s seemingly satisfied face.

“Oh my lord.. that felt so nice. I’m afraid I couldn’t thank you enough.” He confessed whilst looking down at you, shortly after managing to wash away his orgasm. Pulling out of you and causing a sudden emptiness to take over your stretched pussy, a couple of more droplets of white semen leaked out of his tip which he made sure to wipe off against your sensitive clit. Your jaw clenched as you tried your best to remain calm though your heart was rushing due to your ovaries receiving the needed ingredient to produce a living being. “I can’t wait for you to give birth to my heir.” He affirmed, sat down on the edge of the bed as he lazily pulled his pants back up.

This sentence was enough to pull you out of your daytime nightmares only to dip you into a worse one, eyes filled with fear and hatred staring up at him in a determined manner. A dark chuckle escaped Loki’s lips as he seemed to appreciate your reaction, feeling amused by behaving as if he didn’t know that was something you wouldn’t enjoy. Mental torture was in fact his favorite. “But don’t you worry my darling, I will make sure to find time through my many duties in order to visit you often.” The demigod added, confirming the fact that you probably wouldn’t get to leave this cell until your pregnancy was led to term.

Sorry for being so inactive! Here’s an imagine I hope y’all can enjoy. Unfortunately, I think I’ve been shadowbanned. ( @delightfulheartdream )

[plush-rabbit]

Taking Care Of Tomura Shigaraki - Headcanons

Request: can i request tomura with a s/o thats always buying/making clothes for him, cutting his hair, doing his skincare and just caring for his appearance in general

A/N: i tried knitting once, i wasn’t good at it immediately and i gave up:(

-

Tomura isn’t one to care for his appearance, not because he’s lazy or unable to do something about it, but rather because he is apathetic about it. The dry skin does have it’s setbacks- itchiness, cracking skin that bleeds easily and brittle skin- but it’s nothing that he minds too much. At this point in his life, he’s used to how he appears- he doesn’t hate his appearance and he’s made peace that any product applied to him just makes him feel uncomfortable. However, when you come along, you dote over him, wanting to take care of him and make sure that he feels his best whenever possible.

You don’t try to change, but rather help him feel a bit better. You’ve dealt with your fair share of skin problems and even just having dry skin is enough for you to feel uncomfortable. You do your best to find the best creams for him, making sure to figure out what textures and scent she isn’t fond of and what ingredients he reacts negatively to. While the experience takes time away from his duties as a leader, he doesn’t mind it too much. He has you with him, sitting on his lap with your hands pressed against his face- cupping at his cheek or twirling with a piece of hair- so he’ll sit still and lean into your hands as you take care of him.

You’ve gotten into habits of knitting and sewing so when his shirt has a hole in it or his sweater sleeve, you’ll patch them up. You make sure to add a match color so nithing stick outs. It’s then that you realize he has no clothing prepared for the winter cold and that he’s left with just a thicker sweater to wear. You decide to buy yarn and stitch something for him- a sweater to keep him warm and it’s a bit oversized and a few loops out of place towards the end, but it's made with love. He’ll take it in his hands and give you a sort of wide eye look as you explain that you wanted him to have something personal. You wanted to make him gloves but you’re sure knitted gloves wouldn’t work well with a missing finger hole or two and that it sort of defeats the purpose to keep him warm.

It’s a bit of a mess when taking care of him. He’s independent and apathetic about his appearance so when you approach wanting to try to give him a semblance of love and care, he is at a loss for words. He allows you to do what you want, but he feels as if he has to repay you back in some sort of way. He’ll hold your gifts in his hands, his pinky lifted and eyes narrowed as he asks what it is that you want in return. He can’t promise he’ll get it by ethical means, but he can promise to get it. He doesn’t understand the nature of a gift, he wasn’t given gifts when he was under the care of AFO without some sort of repayment. He had to do something good to earn things so when you appear gifting him knitted clothes, he stares at them, not knowing what you want or what he did to warrant something nice. He can only nod his head and give you a rough kiss on the cheek when you tell him its gift and that you expect nothing in return.

His closet is filled with similar types of clothing so, you like to buy him outfits and at first it was more about a bit of selfishness by dressing him in things you like and changing to things that he’s more comfortable in. You buy outfits that are dark in order to keep up the villain's attire to playing around with it and gifting him turtlenecks and different types of jackets. While you wish you could play around with color for his more noticable outfits, you know that he relies on stealth for a decent part of his work. You tend to give him colors for his sleepwear or even outfits for him to relax in. It starts off with bursts of color, wanting to see which one you think he will look nice in- you end up choosing warmer tones like reds and oranges and a few cooler tones like dark and light purples and dustier types of blues. You want him to have fun and you also want him to be happy with his style and feel seen so you decide to buy more gaming related things for him. Rings with a symbol of a console attached to it or mirroring one from a game, to shirts that have a logo or even a panel from a manga or scene that he likes. You like gifting him accessories just a bit more. It’s nice to see him wear something small and be reminded that he actually enjoyed the thing rather than just stuffing it into a drawer.

For the most part, he doesn’t really touch his hair, choosing to let it grow out rather than messing with it. On the rare occasion that he does cut his hair, he does it on his own. He isn’t a fan of having other people touch him, especially with something so sharp close to him. When he does cut his hair, he’s a bit reckless with it, seeing it as a form of expression rather than wanting to make it look something proper. Music will blast from his phone speaker, drums and loud screaming that matches his mood as he stands in front of the mirror, a pair of scissors in his hand as he snips around, fluffling up the sides and twirling the ends. While he isn’t one to care for appearances, his hair is the closest that he’ll take autonomy in, wanting to decide for himself how to style it.

Touch is something that he can be rather odd with. He craves it, wants it and will press your hand close to his nody desperate to just have you touch him, but there are other days where he is repulsed by it, touch so toxic to him that it makes his throat close and acid burns his tongue. One the occasion where he does enjoy touch, and he’s too tired to cut his own hair, he’ll drag you to the bathroom. He’ll sit in the shower, the tile cold underneath him as your hands run through his hair. Shivers will run down his spine when you press your lips to the crown of his head. You’re much gentler with his hair than he is, trimming at the ends and fluffing it with your hands, asking for his advice and wanting to follow it. He doesn’t let you do any more than just trimming the ends and sections where the hair is split, but even then, he appreciates that you did it for him.

Despite being in a relationship with you, he always expects you to turn away from him, to reject his touch or to simply grow bored of him. Yet, you’re still with him, gentle and caring, pulling him close to you and washing his hair. Your nails scratch against his scalp and you make sure that no soap reaches past his eyes, your voice a low hum as you mumble a song between your lips. It’s these moments where he can just fall asleep, he’ll lean into your touch and close his eyes, teeth piercing into the insides of his cheeks, desperate to hide his growing smile when the cool water rushes down. You might push, but you care for him.

He’s told you his sob story, has mentioned how he was raised under All For One and how he was denied things until he did what he was told, but he never expected anything from it. He hadn’t realized that you would want to care for him in ways that he had never been cared for before. Your hands are gentle, pressed against his face in a soft kiss, cream thin on your hands as you rub the cooling gel against him. Your hands hold his as you clip his nails, pressing your lips to his knuckles once you’re done. You give him love, your tenderness showing through and your smile gentle as you don’t expect a thing in return, only for you to kiss at the scar under his eye and pull away with a cheeky grin.

Time and time again, he’s been under your touch, welcomed and in awe of it when you are still gentle with him as if it were the first time. You call his name, a lilt in your voice as you pull out various things from your bag, gifting him various items with a smile wide on your face. He’s kissed you before, your lips soft compared to his, sweet like honey and making his teeth ache but he never tires of it. Your touch is something new to him, something old and wanted, something so heavy and intoxicating that he’s sure you are too good to be true. Shigaraki holds you close, his eyes half-lidded as your hand combs through his hair while he lays on your chest. He can feel your heartbeat through his chest and it’s his own personal lullaby listening to the rythmic thumping of it. His face will be red when you call him pretty, your hands still on him and his name on your tongue. Hidden from your view, he’ll smile and feel tears prick at his eyes.