#i will defend him like my life depends on it HES HOT

[hana-akari]

Sakura was surprised she wasn’t that bothered by having someone view her naked body. All her life she was raised to be modest and ashamed of her naked form but she didn’t feel that with him. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful, confident. She could feel his attraction to her from just his gaze alone. It made her feel excited and hot in a way she never felt before.

She let out a soft chuckle, “I feel the same way. I wish to have strong children. I want them to be able to defend themselves in the event of an attack or war. Also, the kingdom will fall on their shoulders when we pass, I want them to be powerful leaders the kingdom can depend on. Both our kingdoms.” Her kingdom was still as important to her as this one. Now the two kingdoms were connected through their marriage. Meaning her kingdom deserved the same level of protection as this one. Sakura fancied the idea of at least one of their children taking over her old kingdom when the time came for that. 

“I do admit, I am a bit eager to become a mother. It was something I’ve always wanted when I was younger.”

She’d like to believe she would be a good one and it seemed this kingdom wasn’t as strict as her own. Sakura wouldn’t have to worry about doing things so closely by the book. She could be the free spirit she’s always wanted to be. To be the kind of mother she’s always wanted to be but worried it would be all stomped out by outdated traditions and views on how each gender should act and what roll they play. It seems her new kingdom, everyone was equal as long as you were strong enough to prove yourself. She had no doubt in her mind that their children would not only prove themselves but be welcomed by the kingdom with open arms.

Sakura dipped below the surface of the water to clean some of the blood off herself. It looked humorous from the outside as her horns were still poking up from the water. When she reemerged, the blood was mostly cleaned from her face and hair. Jiraiya was right, the water was deep, and Sakura would struggle to find seating that would keep her above water. It was lucky she was a strong swimmer.

She swam over to him with a grin on her face, “How could I possibly turn down the chance to sit on my husband’s lap?” Sakura floated closer to him before sitting down on his lap, still facing him. Her arms slid around his neck. He gave her plenty of height to keep her above water, 

“Your kingdom was built for giants. I hope our children aren’t going to be as short as me.” Sakura chuckled again at the small joke.

“Flowers? I can arrange that.” He agrees.

He continued to take off some of his clothes, moving slower as his eyes caught sight of her. While nudity wasn’t much of a big deal here he still found himself lingering on the form of his newlywed.

Sakura is… tiny. Petite but still powerful. He liked the mix of soft human and monster. Beast and beauty all in one. Power and soft. He watched her, rather entranced until her words hit him. Uncertain isn’t something he expected to see on someone like her.

“I wouldn’t care if they inherited your traits. That makes my children strong, unique, and more than worthy to inherit what we leave them.” Jiraiya replies. Another layer hits the floor. “What’s a little risk? If our sons and daughters prove themselves strong enough to get free then they deserve the freedom.”

He watched her pounce in the water like an excited child. He found it rather entertaining. At her teasing he made short work of the rest of his clothing. His body is something else, perhaps average to most who have seen a warrior if a bit bigger given the larger stature of the denizens here. Years of a hard life showed through with solid muscles and scars.

“You’ll do no such thing, my dear.” He said softly before stepping into the water.

He sinks into the hot water, taking out his hair before kneeling against the smooth stone. He could comfortably sit with his head above water. Sakura however? Well she might struggle to find a place to settle.

“If you need a place to sit, my lap is free. It’s a little steep for a girl your size.” Jiraiya offers.

[ozymoron]

the way so much of the fandom acts like fords hotter than stan i hate all of you youre all wrong

[tragedybunny]

Time for another one of my hot takes. Fresh and warm, like pancakes. Sorry, I'm kinda hungry this morning. I don't like the narrative the Astarion will NEVER be romantic with his partner.

I will say, he is not going to be Mr. Over The Top Fairy Tale Prince. That is definitely Wyll. Especially at first after everything. But I think it greatly depends on what his partner places value on. Because more than anything, he's shown he adores them. So, if you really want more of those traditional gestures, I think he could take upon himself to adopt them. And maybe hold Wyll hostage for a day while he forces him to teach him the ways of romance. And would they invariably come with his weird little Astarion spin on them? Yes. Like he finds out some flowers make great poisons! Now they look pretty and you can defend yourself with them. Oh you've got your eye on something from that fancy jewelry store? It's yours, stolen right off the idiot noble who bought it. This is the man who restarted his sex life on his own grave. But you're not with him if you don't expect that to be part of the package.

Some of talk going around makes it seem like he'd just tell you to bugger off if you wanted anything approaching romance. Which I disagree with. Afterall, you are his leaking bloodbag.

[llonelygoddess]

How they react to...You being good with a sword

A/N: Not my best work but I'm open to feedback!

Characters: Ned Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Khal Drogo, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei, Podrick, Jorah Mormont

TW: Horny characters, violence?

Ned Stark: You'd both be out watching Robb, Jon, and Theon practicing with their swords in the court yard. Jon's kicking both of their asses and it's getting hard to watch so you excuse yourself from Ned's side. Walking down to the courtyard, you grab a sword and show them defensive and offensive positions. Ned almost objects as you begin but seeing his kids take your advice so seriously he smiles. If the boys can respect you as a teacher then so could he. Now, He didn't like the idea of you being in a situation where you have to use a sword but knowing you can wield one turns him on lol

Margaery Tyrell: In the life you'd live with Margaery it would be best to keep your talent hidden. It was scandal enough to be courting someone that wasn't a man, but if said person also brandished a sword it would be the hottest gossip of the city. So you save your skills for real emergencies and the first time Margaery sees this she is beyond confused and a little scared. In private she'll thank you for saving her and ask how you learned such a thing.

Sandor Clegane: This guy is the least phased. Like, he's definitely caught off guard by how skilled you are but not much surprises him anymore. He gives you tips every now and then but really believes in your capability. I like to think one of his favorite moments are after you both have had a good fight and you take turns taking care of each other. Wiping the wounds clean, covering them, and then taking a hot bath together ( or separate cause mans is BIG).

Sansa Stark: It kinda depends on which era of Sansa we're talking about. Like if it's younger Sansa than she's probably a little frightened of you but would be dying to hear the stories of how you came to be so good. If it was older Sansa then she's highly impressed and requests for you to be apart of her personal guard. She likely will ask for you to teach her a few things so she can defend herself as well.

Khal Drogo: Man is impressed. He values strength so seeing you with a weapon at all riles him up, but seeing you defend yourself from another Dothraki who spoke against you? He's immediately dragging your ass to bed, or he might just take you in front of everyone.

Brienne of Tarth: <3 Big heart eyes<3 Finally! Someone who can keep up with her. This woman spent her whole life being told that anyone who wasn't a man couldn't possibly wield a sword properly, and after proving that wrong herself it's refreshing to see you also beating the stereotypes. She loves to train with you and teach you things as well as learn from you. After your first real battle together she'll do her best not to hover but you can tell she's stressed out about whether you were hurt or not. Of course she knows you can take care of yourself but she loves you and can't help but worry.

Missandei: As an educated woman and former slave, Missandei never had time ( or the desire) to learn the ways of a sword. When she met you, you were training with Jorah and Grey Worm and she was impressed with how you could keep up with them. From then on, She's always enjoyed watching you train, your strength filling her with pride. She feels content knowing that you can defend yourself and her at any moment.

Podrick: Honestly, he's relieved. I mean, don't get me wrong he'll defend you without a second thought ( it's very hot) but knowing that you can handle yourself in a fight takes the pressure off of him a little. He worries for you, the world you both live in will eat and spit people out and the thought of something happening to you haunts him. He may try to give you tips ( even if you're better than him lol), so just let him help the few ways he can.

Jorah Mormont: You'd both probably meet while working for Daenerys so there's almost an expectation that you'd be good at defending yourself/her. In your first fight together you save him from a sword that nearly took his head off and after that day he begins to see you as more than just another guard.

[sickvictorianangel]

My "hot takes" about RDR2:

All the characters are well written, complex and well played. But that doesn't mean I need to like every one of them or defend them.

We all love John because of own bias (thanks to RDR1). His only redeemable point is after the end of the Epilogue. This man was irresponsible, a deadbeat, didn't listen to Abigail even at the end and caused his own death, leaving Abigail and Jack alone.

Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly and Sadie are the best women in the whole game and I will always stand up for them. Abigail fought for her son with teeth and nails, she always did her best for the ones she loved. Mary-Beth, Karen and Tilly were soulmates, who always defended each other and had each other's back all the time. They stood up for themselves many many times and were a girls girl. Being there for Abigail all the time when Jack was kidnapped and trying to pull Karen out of the hole she was burying herself. And of course, Sadie was a strong woman. She didn't just devote herself to avenge her late husband, but she devoted her time to stand up and move on. She was loyal to Arthur and such a good friend to Abigail, John and Charles. Her loyalty carried the love she felt even when the people she loved died.

Which also brings me to: I will always defend Molly! She abandoned everything she was and had for a narcissist that stole her youth and will to live. She tried to salvage her broken "relationship" in every way she could, always receiving the bad hand of Dutch's attitude. In the end, dying trying to show her feelings that were constantly dismissed. Molly deserved better.

Susan Grimshaw wasn't a bad woman, she lived for the well being of the gang and loyalty to Dutch. She was hard and cold, but because she learned that was the only way for survival. She died being loyal to the Van Der Linde gang. She died siding with Arthur and John.

Reverend Swanson was a sick man. Addiction is a disease! I will always love that man and defend him. And in the end, he also reached his redemption.

Hosea was the glue that kept everyone together, the gang only existed for so long and succeeded because of him. Until Dutch's ego talked louder and louder, putting everyone in such a fragile position that ended up taking his own life.

No, Dutch didn't get crazy. Dutch was always a narcissist and didn't want to carry the responsibility of his actions, always blaming everyone and pointing fingers around trying to frame someone for the downfall of the gang. For him to be happy and satisfied, you had to side with him and his decision no matter how crazy they were. Micah was just a mirror for his own actions to come to life. Making Arthur and John question if that was a "new Dutch" or if he was already like that. And don't make me even talk about how this man became a whole rap!st in RDR1.

Mary is a complex character and necessary for Arthur's growth. But, Mary is just a rich woman from the 1800s. The way she treated the other girls from the gang with such disdain, treating them like they were inferior? Fuck you, girl. She was always a red flag for me for the simple fact that Karen, Mary-Beth and Tilly didn't like her at all. Only Abigail talking positive about her once. And no, I don't care that she "used Arthur" lmao That part is extremely important to Arthur's path of redemption, so get over that already (to all the annoying men in the fandom).

Charles, Lenny and Kieran are literal angels. Victims of their circumstances but acted with honor till the end of everything. Always ready to help. I've never seen these boys harassing anyone.

Javier was blind loyal, his ideals weren't real and depended on Dutch's empty words to hold it. When everything fell apart, Javier became the opposite of what he preached so much.

Bill was never a good person. Bill was a big drunk bully. He was always a coward, even before RDR1. His loyalty was with some of the members of the gang (as long as they were white... Tilly got his ass during the stagecoach mission and I love that).

Arthur is one of the best written characters I've ever seen. We see someone who was hurt since a child, who was forced to become a "hard man" by every person in his life. He was made to believe by everyone that he was just a strong and ugly motherfucker, whose only use was to do someone's dirty work. But in reality, he was soft. Arthur was an artist, and the people that actually knew that soft side of him, knew how reliable he was. His redemption story is actually beautiful. Arthur is the base of the gang and the pivotal point in the story. His actions and sacrifice started a butterfly effect so strong that it change the course of everyone's life.

And to end this huge mountain of nothing lol I just wanna say that those are MY OWN OPINIONS. I love that game so much and I hope we can see even more of the whole gang and other characters some day again.

[lavaablast]

My headcanons pt1 (because i self project on everything)

(my opinion remember this is all silly fun) (also i change my mind contantly so expect me to edit this post constantly)

Kai Smith:

the band aid on his eyebrow is there because he has an eyebrow piercing, and he wants to protect it from getting ripped in battle (also doesnt want a scolding from Wu hehe)

self harms but instead of c///ing he burns because well, obvious reasons (less likely to be found out too)

orthorexic, is obsessed with being in peak physical form

hear me out on this one, i know he eats junkfood (so do orthorexics okay every 3d is diferent) anyway he never does it alone. he eats junkood only with other people, and he's always thinking he'll "make up for it" later. so yes he eats junkfood and yes he is orthorexic (felt like i had to defend my point there dsfsd)

body dysmorphia. knows he looks good but doesnt know what he looks like

"if i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn't know how to be alive" or wtv mitski said

has an extensive skincare routine but if anyone asks him he'll just say he "washes his face with cold water"

anger issues, but like he can explode on the ninja too and then he immediately regrets it but its too late which leaves him with... ->

guilt. ALL THE TIME. its in the back of his head wherever he goes

sun aries, moon sagittarius. i wont back down on this (im a sun aries and moon sag)

claims he "doesnt care" but actually cares so much it hurts (especially about Nya/Lloyd he'd do anything for them you hear me ANYTHING)

has strong morals and ideals but will give them up in a second when needed for survival of himself or the ninja (people often see this as a bad thing but he just wants everyone to live no matter the cost)

ironically, can't handle spicy food and is ALWAYS made fun of it by the others

is reckless and takes stupid risks because he does not care for his body whatsoever (the others think he doesnt know whats at stake, he does, but doesnt care when it's just his own saftey he's risking)

lowkey a perfectionist, but has a different idea of perfect than others so they wouldnt know (aka he needs things/himself/stuff he makes to be perfect, but not perfect objectively, perfect to what he thinks is right)

loves his parents because they tried their best, but still resents them. he hates that he does, but he does

cried all of his tears out ONCE after Nyas "death" and didnt cry at all after that, instead taking so much on his plate that he didnt get a single chance to think about it again (it'd be too painul, this was easier) which lead to....->

his grief being put on hold; and only when Nya already was back did it come out and he had no idea why he was feeling this way so he didnt tell anyone (what would he have said, im in agony for no reason at all?) and it was HELL to do it alone

tied to the above; he couldn't ask for help if his life depended on it (literally)

loves too hard

hates too hard

BPD coded (i dont wanna diagnose him but,,, im justsayinnn *whistles while walking away suspiciously*)

trust issues, but lowk all the ninja have them because like,,, just look at what they have to deal w bro

commitment issues because freedom is the most important thing in the world (after Nya/Lloyd) so settling down or commiting to one thing too long feels like threatining his freedom

actually smart (both emotinally and intelligently) but doesnt use his brains capabilities that much

great memory but also shit memory (remembers a whole row of numbers for no reason but forgets he has to pick up lloyd from the arcade..)

hot. thats all i rest my case

loves himself but hates himself

everything and nothing at the same time, everything about him contradicts himself, but also doesnt, but also does

hes a really simple person, really. but also the most complex one youll ever meet.

hates labels, especially being labeled by others (for the reasons above)

likes men but hates labels so,, no labels (not even the label "unlabeled")

infact he has a deep hatred for the label 'unlabeled' because if something is unlabeled, then why are you LABELING IT

red. everything is red redredred RED he loves red

has sibling bracelets with nya and lloyd (kai has green & dark blue, lloyd red & dark blue, nya red and green)

everything has to be red except the things that are black and orange. i rest my case once again

drinks just a bit too much for it to be considered concerning (started at 14)

will yell and scream at anyone who tries to help him (why do they think he needs help? why are they babying him? why cant the see he is capable?)

wouldnt let nya touch a bottle until she was 18 (be thankful nya its for the best)

paints his nails black or red.

has a strand of hair dyed red all the time

perfect teeth even tho he often forgets to brush them (how? fuck do i know)

would be a hyena i he was an animal

hates smartphones so he has a.. push-button phone?? whatever they're called. and he also only has the nokia brand. wont change it for a thing

"hates technology" but couldnt live without video games

loves to try new things but will have a breakdown if he HAS to try new things

stubborn asf, wont ever do anything he doesnt want to, which...->

makes people think he's selfish, but actually he's quite the opposite

selfless in an unconventional way, i'll make a drawing explaining it

please understand what i mean with that chart because it explains it so well in my brain

thats it for now cfdsfdr

[overtaken-stream]

This whole part is just King going, "My favorite color is dark, like my soul." also, this gif is so hot omfg I can't with him, I have a smut idea for him, and if I do, somehow wrap my head around it, I'll post it here and on ao3.

Yandere!King The Wildfire x reader Pt2.

It was a hasty decision, done in reaction he is unsure what to call, hardy he could handle himself when in your vicinity, it was a feeling of something intruding someplace it had no business being.

Similar to you in this situation.

His room was devoid of human touch, obviously because he barely used it, postponing his sleep until the flames on his back would collapse in on themselves, and he felt the consequences every time. It complemented his suit and the general aura he tries to surround himself with when dealing with Kaidou's henchmen, dark and containing no distractions. One specially made bed with dark covers, straightened against the wooden walls, on the other side was a wardrobe that seemed giant to a normal-sized human; unlike others, it was decorated and carefully carved, leaves, waves, ships, eyes, and unseen mysterious symbols were embedded into the burnt wood.

``It's an interesting texture.`` He remembers thinking, though he can no longer put his finger on how he got it in the first place.

And yet, in the grim surroundings, there was a light his flames could never compare to; warmth, no matter how hard he tries, will never radiate from him. It was similar to that dark house where he first laid his eyes upon you. You who have not changed nor moved on from that moment, you who trembles and shakes, cry and call out for help, insult him, and corner yourself in a place where you feel defended.

He has been in your shoes before, a long time ago, he can't be sure.

Perhaps the understanding is the cause of his heavy heart, taken away from home in such a way... He can feel his throat close up as your hunched figure shines in his view. Grime stuck itself onto your limbs, knees, and hands decorated with splinters of all sizes, hair matted and filthy from ash and smoke, and its smell follows him in his showers as he allows himself to let free of his suit. It's so recognizable.

And if his heart clenched everytime he saw you in this horrible position, nobody had to know. Not even him, it was a can of worms King won't dare to touch.

He remembers bits of information about his race, long lost to time and humanity, the whispers that came in the form of dreams speckled across his mind and reflections; the delusions and validity are mixed within his remembrances, the real and fake are smelting into and out of each other, his past is forgotten even by him, the lineage of mighty warriors feared by all is smeared across the walls with mud and blood mixed with heartfelt feelings.

In a memory long before the laboratory, his tiny ears picked up information, a word that defines and tames a feeling of awe he is experiencing—a SoulMate.

Lost words from his Ma that he was too young to understand finally make sense, a connection of minds, unconditional love, and a total understanding of each other. It's about being oneself and knowing others, a SoulMate is following and understanding One's thoughts, but They're right there with the One, side by side. Completing the soul and tying the Lunarian instincts of animals into a pretty bowtie. A Soul and a Mate.

Love at first sight doesn't exist because even if King has not experienced it before, he is not fooled by others' thinking, Love dependent on sight is lust.

But he didn't see you first, did he? He felt you.

Kaidou is not obligated to put up with a civilian within his chambers, under his roof, where the empire buzzes with insignificant life, but it has been hours after they departed from your home island, now a kingdom of ash and debris, a few hours he has spent watching you with motionless crimson eyes.

The monster gets up from the throne, the squicking of leather alerting you of his movement, forcing you to turn towards him; the last time he made any move was when he sat down on the chair you can't quite make out in the dim moonlighting, your quivers, and sniffles fade out as he gets further away from you, his broad back is turned.

It's time he explained himself.

The cold yet quiet air is disturbed when he lights up the flames on his back, coloring this room in warm shades.

Your swollen eyes and snot-filled nose could only gasp for air as he slowly turned his face back to you.

``I'll come back.`` he slams the heavy door shut.

The smell of smoke lingers in the air, the disgusting dirt of your suffering sticks onto your skin, seeps through the crack, and marks the invisible scars into your psyche.

You wished, for the first time, that a promise would be broken.

``tsk...`` the angry and tear-stained eyes turn away from the door.

Left unchecked, fear turns into irritation, irritation into anger.

Balled fists shake, out of fear, out of anger.

[dabisqueen]

Life for Sale

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 7.8K (sorry!!!)

⇢ plot: being forced to work as a sex worker for the Yakuza feels like hell on earth. Until one day a dark haired man with beautiful azure eyes steps into your room.

⚠️This fic contains dark content and might be triggering. Mind the warnings!⚠️

⇢ warnings: 18+, kidnapping, sex work, loss of virginity, n0ncon, violence against reader (slapping, biting, knife play), mentions of blood, fellatio (m receiving), stepcest, fingering, creampie, orgasm, use of fire quirk, slight g0re, angst, hurt, fluff (happy ending)

⇢ Personal note: this is my submission for the "1-(800)-ASS-FOR-CASH ! Collab" hosted by @/killsaki. With all that happened lately in my life, undergoing surgery and experiencing the paralyzing feeling of not having control over my own body, this work reflects a lot of those emotions. It's dark, yes. But bear with me: Dabi is a sweetheart and we have a happy ending!

After he's done, you sit up and offer to clean him. As usual, he accepts the invitation and you stick out your tongue, licking and lapping at his now flaccid member until all of his cum is swallowed by you. His face is flushed when he mutters some kind of a thank you, stuffing himself back in his pants and zipping it up.

Turning to grab his coat, he leaves out the door, stopping once to nod at you in approval.

Another satisfied customer.

Looking at the clock you sigh. You only have ten minutes to clean yourself up and get ready, before the next client steps through the door. Ringing the bell for the maids to change the sheets, you hurry off into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

[...]

With you and your mother being quirkless, your life turned rough when your dad passed away, with no one interested in taking you both in.

Not until your stepdad came into play, marrying your mom after a short courtship. He had money, which was a much needed blessing. Yet he never revealed details about where it came from.

With you moving into his house, the harassment started. It was subtle at first - lingering looks, the affectionate brush of his hand over your back, the way he insisted that you called him "Dad". But then it became increasingly intrusive, with him entering the bathroom while you showered, your panties going missing and you having to leave your bedroom door open at all times. Your mom, oblivious to his prurient behavior and heavily dependent on him, kept ignoring your complaints, even forbidding you to address it.

And then one night, when your mom was already asleep, you were startled awake by noises downstairs. Noises that you couldn't quite allocate. So you got out of bed to take a look.

Halfway down the stairs you froze in place. A woman you didn't know nor recognized, was propped up against the wall, her dress scrunched up to her belly, your stepdad buried deep inside her. He turned his head to smirk at you, dragging his member slowly in and out of her wet cunt. Still frozen in place your breathing picked up, dizziness overcoming you.

"Now that you know my dirty little secret." He didn't pause but continued to fuck her, while you looked on in shock, "How about you becoming my dirty little secret?"

And while he kept fucking her, he reached into his pockets to take out his phone. Dialing a number he held it up to his ears, his eyes not once leaving yours when he rasped, "Hey boss, I have a little proposition for you…"

[...]

You try to hide it, you do. One of your regulars did it again, against your will - binding your arms and then sucking a bruise while you couldn't do anything about it.

Of course, it doesn't not go unnoticed by your boss.

His palm comes down hard on your cheek. It makes your vision blur as the hot stinging pain spreads across your face and you taste copper in your mouth.

"I said no marks on your body!" you hear him growl.

"Sir, I told him not to–" you try to defend yourself.

"I don't care!" He glares at you from above. "You have a job to do."

"Yes sir." You bow your head in defeat, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of your mouth.

Your boss stands there and takes you in. He doesn't speak, just observes your submissive form. Then he sighs and cocks his head.

"I really like you." His gaze is soft, he's almost sweet. "You're the best, highest-earning – and I really don't want to hurt you, you got that?"

You silently nod, a single tear breaking loose and trailing down your cheek. A sick twisted sense of pride fills you at his words.

"He's one of our best paying clients." His voice was soft but stern, "It's your job not to get marks on your body, not his."

You nod again.

"If I see one more mark on you," pulling out an intricately engraved pocket knife, he flips it in his palm, "I have no other choice than to make you regret it."

"Yes sir," you repeat again and he seems satisfied, putting the knife back in his pocket.

"And now get ready, the clients are waiting…" Your boss turns before throwing one last glance at you with his golden slithered eyes.

Strutting through the door he disappears and you wipe away the tears from your eyes. Fixing your makeup and concealing the bite mark as best as you can, you sit down obediently on the bed again, just in time for the door to open.

[...]

A tall, raven-haired man with a patchwork face, dressed all in black and a white shirt struts into the room, hands stuffed nonchalantly into his pockets.

The door falls shut behind him and silence takes over, as he takes you in with what seems a bored expression.

Your gaze takes in his unique appearance.

It's not like anything could scare you away, you've had many types of men - or hybrid - as clients so far and nothing puts you off anymore.

But this one is different. He is genuinely handsome. His face is as chiseled as a museum statue and his heavy lidded eyes are of mesmerizing turquoise color.

"How can I service you today?" you ask politely, looking up at him while you kneel on the floor in the accepting position.

"Hm, dunno," he drawls, strutting past you to flop down on the bed, legs lazily spread. "I'm here 'cause Sako took me."

His mesmerizing azure eyes roam the spartanly furnished room before meeting yours. You stand up silently and walk over to him, sliding your leg over his to settle in his crotch.

"Well, you paid for the whole package so let's start," you breathe, leaning in further.

You can't deny that he's even more handsome this close, kindling an unknown rising desire in your nether regions.

His smirk grows wide when you start gyrating your hips, grinding down against his crotch, feeling a bulge starting to grow between his legs. Leaning back on his hands, he watches intently as you rake your hands up your body, over your breasts to squeeze them, tilting your head to give him a coy smile.

The way he stares back at you with hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips makes you want to kiss him. But unless it's requested you don't ever kiss clients.

His eyes turn darker, doing things to you that you can't explain and his hand rises to cup your jaw, pulling your face up to his. This close you just see his eyes, blue like the ocean and you can't help but get lost in them.

"Lay down and lean against the wall," he speaks with a sultry, husky voice, his lips brushing over yours and for a second your brain stops functioning, “Can you do that for me?”

There is a pause before he leans forward and closes the gap, his mouth pressing against yours. You gasp against his mouth, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and you open obediently.

You've been kissed before, but it has always been desperate on your clients behalf. Desperate and sloppy. This isn't that. This is slow and deliberate. Like he knows that each second his mouth is on yours, his tongue touches yours, it makes you want to squirm. And you do.

Just as fast as it happened it is gone again and your lips part. Just then do you notice how your breathing has hitched, your eyes have fluttered shut.

He chuckles, seeing the desperate state you are in. With a slight pat on your buttcheek he nudges towards the wall and you follow his orders, crawling off his lap. Sliding over to the wall, you rest your back against it, spreading your legs in anticipation.

Much to your confusion though, the handsome stranger just nestles in between your thighs, his back resting against your chest.

Tilting his head back to look at you from under raven bangs he says, "Go by Dabi. And now tell me about yourself…"

[...]

Just a day ago, you had caught your step dad with another woman and were still shaken. Reluctantly, you were on your way home to your mom when a van stopped beside you and several men jumped out to grab you. Your screams were muffled by a gag stuffed into your mouth while you struggled to break free. But they were much stronger than you, the tattoos covering their body speaking for their ruthlessness and brutality and you were pulled into the van, kicking legs easily restrained.

They forced a blindfold over your eyes, strong arms holding you in place as the car started moving.

After arriving at your destination, you were dragged into a room and forced down onto your knees. The blindfold was ripped off your face and bright light flooded your vision. You flinched instinctively and had to blink a few times, getting adjusted to the spotlight shining into your face in the otherwise pitch-black space.

A man stood above you, his golden half-lidded eyes coldly looking down at you. His auburn hair was kept short, intricate tattoos peeking out from underneath a black shirt with a white tie.

He studied you, while you gathered all your courage and spoke, "This must be a mistake, please let me g—"

A searing pain shot through your cheek where he slapped you across your face. You cried out and again a hand came down on the other cheek, making your head jerk violently to the side.

You started sobbing, snot and tears running down your face, never been hit before, fighting with the urge to vomit.

A cold, dark voice spoke, "Who gave you permission to speak?"

You stayed down, head slumped on your chest as the pain slowly numbed, your stomach still in turmoil. You gave in, then, knowing you didn't stand a chance against him. Against them.

A hand roughly yanked you up by your arm and you stood on trembling legs, gaze still glued to the ground.

There were footsteps rounding you as the man in black took you in.

"And she's a confirmed virgin?" His head turned towards the shadows in the dark.

"Yes, Sir." The low timbre of a man replied back, "We double checked with him."

"I see. He's trustworthy." He stopped, extending his hand to run over your soft hair, "Get her cleaned up and the auction ready, she'll bring in a lot of money."

And with that he turned and walked off into the darkness, leaving you to face your new life in the underground world of the Yakuza.

[...]

Dabi's visits become more frequent – and each time you sit down on the bed and talk. Running your fingers through his hair, you admired the softness of his raven spikes, your gaze lingering on his lips, softer than the softest thing you can think of, yearning for the next gentle, longing kisses you will exchange.

He always seems to relax around you, sometimes almost falling asleep in your lap.

The pieces of your heart that have been struggling to fit into this world become so quiet when cuddling with him; it is as if they find peace with him. And you start feeling safe in his arms.

He snuggles up against you, back to chest, your heartbeat slowly adjusting to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.

And you catch yourself growing fond of his visits.

He seems to feel the same, gracing you with small tokens of affection, sometimes Mochi or Dora Yaki, other times Melonpan or fresh strawberries. Always something that leaves nothing but a hint of sweetness on your lips – easily mistaken by other clients as lipstick flavor.

They are subtle gestures, but the side glances he is giving you, the way his cheeks dust pink when you caress his skin don't go unnoticed. And there's the growing feeling of warmth inside of you, a rising desire and longing you've never felt before.

[...]

Never had you imagined losing your virginity this way, in a lust house, being auctioned off like some animal to the highest paying bidder. Who was on top of your naked body right now, buried deep inside of you, having robbed you so easily of your purity.

His hot breath fanned your face, making you turn your head to avoid his labored panting. A droplet of sweat broke loose and dripped onto your face. You whimpered, trying to wrench your head away as the strong salty and musky liquid slipped past your lips and spread across your tongue.

Your mind was blank as you lay limp under his large body, the fat of his sweat-coated skin dwarfing you under him.

Your sobs mixed with his deep grunts as you noticed his movements becoming erratic until he eventually stopped, his cock twitching as it unloaded its sticky load inside of you.

You stayed like this, another drop of sweat falling onto your skin and slipping past your lips as he grunted and panted heavily, still cumming inside of you.

Eventually, he slid out of you and stood up, wiping himself off with the soft towels provided before he got dressed again in his business suit.

Without even granting you a look he grabbed his suitcase and stepped out the door, leaving you laying on the sheets, thin rivulets of pink cum dripping down your swollen folds and onto the sheets below.

[...]

Faux kindness spreads across his face as his fingers pump in and out of your throat. Replacing them with his girth, you whimper when he thrusts into you with one strong move. Huffing, he pulls out at an agonizing pace only to slide his length back into you. You don't gag when his length slips past the resistance in the back of your throat. No, you relax and let him toy with you.

Because it's a game you both play.

He runs a falsely sweet thumb across your cheek, wiping away the tears sitting there. Your eyes flit up to look at him from under your thick wet lashes, knowing he likes that.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, licking over his lips. “You always look so good like this.”

Pressing his hips forward, he mercilessly fucks into your mouth, pushing the thickest bit of his cock into your throat over and over again.

You need him to finish soon, you want him to, so you hollow your cheeks, making him moan even louder and dig his fingers into your hair.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Seeing the tears run freely down your cheeks now makes him thrust forward even harder. "My precious little girl…"

You nod, taking him over and over again, the wet slap of his constant thrusting filling the otherwise quiet room.

Time blurs along with your vision but then you feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, turning into a rough grinding in your mouth.

When he cums, the hot salty liquid fills your mouth and you dont swallow. And when he squeezes the final drop out of his tip and pulls out, you open your mouth, showing the pearly cream sitting on your tongue and teeth.

He gently strokes your cheeks and you actually make out a glint of pride in his eyes before he orders, "Swallow."

And you do, feeling the warmth slide down your throat and filling your tummy.

"You're always such a good girl for me," he tucks himself away, and grabs your chin, lifting it for your eyes to meet, "You know that, right?"

"Yes." You obediently answer, as always, a forced smile spreading across your face, "Dad."

It's a game. At least that's what you tell yourself.

[...]

"I want to do something different today," Dabi's low rumbling voice sounds and he catches your wrist, right when you are about to crawl onto the bed as usual.

Confusion is written in your face when you turn towards him. Without saying a word, his palm presses against your chest, pushing you down onto the mattress. You let him, a tingly feeling of tentative excitement spreading in your lower belly.

His coat lays on the floor already, right next to his boots. Just wearing his shirt and stitched pants, he crouches over you.

Your chest is heaving with anticipation and you bite your lower lip, trying to withstand his intense turquoise gaze. And his lips pull up into a smirk, seeing you flustered beneath him.

You stay like that, his warm breath on your lips, his smokey scent surrounding you like a warm blanket. It's just you and him, as if nothing else existed around you.

Eventually, he breaks the silence.

"Undress," are his simple words as he sits back on his heels, the corners of his lips pulled up into a boyish grin.

And you do, one by one your pieces of clothing pile carelessly on the floor next to the bed, like unwanted skin shedded.

He hums in approval as you lay on your back, your plush breasts spilling off to the side, your mound freshly shaven.

His hand extends and hovers over your belly, a warmth emanating from it that is mirroring the one spreading in your core.

"Dabi…" you start.

But he interrupts, tutting quietly, "Shush, just don't do anything…"

Leaning over you, his lips feel like velvet as he kisses yours, slowly moving to your neck, across your right collarbone, and down to your breast. Your nipples grow taut, and your toes curl at the sensation when he kisses and sucks the right bud, finishing with a swirl of his tongue.

Moving across your valley to repeat the same with your other breast, he continues his attention as he places a trail of kisses and nibbles along your chest.

And then his hand makes contact with your skin and a shudder crawls up your spine. You can't help a soft gasp from spilling from your lips and he chuckles, low and deep.

He starts stroking your skin, along your breasts, cupping them and weighing their heaviness in his palms.

He continues caressing your body and you can't help your eyes from fluttering shut, this kind of affection so foreign to you.

Your body is on fire by now, an embarrassing dampness spreading between your thighs and wetting the sheets below.

Dabi reaches your mound and cupping it, you jolt, your eyes flying open. His eyes are dark, filled with lust as he takes you in. Somehow he's managed to take his shirt off and you gasp when you see the scarred tissue spreading across his abdomen.

You don't speak. There's no need.

He places a chaste kiss on your mound and then down your sensitive inner thigh, starting to kiss them. It kind of disappoints you when he spares your needy cunt, with you being beyond wet and dripping with need.

And then his tongue licks over your clit and you almost lift off the bed, a jolt of pleasure darting through you. His gaze never leaves yours, monitoring your reactions as he continues sucking and lapping at your clit, the tips of his fingers just lightly grazing your folds.

You inhale and exhale, knowing that you've never wanted anything more than this and it surprises you when your hips move on its own, pressing forward against his fingers.

"So needy," he remarks against your hot swollen nub.

"Dabi, I need–" you start, and he sighs a long, "I know…"

A fire ignites within his eyes as he pushes in and you didn't know that you are capable of feeling this way. His strong fingers slide in and curl up, and your back arches on its own again. It is unlike anything you've ever experienced, a heat flowing through you as he massages your inner walls with his digits.

While he continues to lap at your clit, you can't control your body, the heat turning all consuming, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You grip the bed sheets, overcome with sensations you've never felt before — and then an orgasm surges from your core. You gasp at its intensity, helpless as your muscles twitch and convulse around his digits. But he doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to circle your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

He helps you through your climax and then your body flops limp onto the bed. Your mind is foggy, floating in the clouds, your whole body prickles with heat and desire when Dabi pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

"Damn, you taste delicious–" he rasps before sitting on his heels to pull down his pants.

You open your hazy eyes and bite your lip as his cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen. It was thick, hard, and—your mouth parted. It was pierced.

Leaning back over you, his cock nestled at the entrance to your core. His bulging arms support his weight on either side of your head and you're looking into each other’s eyes.

He kisses you, deep, with passion and longing and through the haze of your first orgasm you feel a new heat starting to kindle in your core. Dabi pulls from you and looks deep into your eyes, as if he's searching for something.

You look into his eyes and there is something so mesmerizing in the way that he looks at you. You've never seen any man look at you in such a way.

"Are you ready?" he asks and you nod, your heart melting, never having wanted anything more in your life.

Cause no one has ever asked before.

He leans in and kisses you with a gentle touch, before he pushes his hips forward. You moan as the thick head forces your folds apart and you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from wincing as your cunt makes way for his cock.

It continues to slide inside, inch by delicious inch, one barbell after another. You can feel your inner walls give way to his impressive girth and exhale when he stops halfway in, giving you time to adjust. Nibbling on your skin and pressing soft kisses against your neck, he then gently pulls his hips back only to slide back into you.

The drag of his cock against your walls has you arching into him as he lifts your legs to lay on his wide shoulders, pulling back out just to thrust in again, his cock beginning to pump in a smooth motion.

Suddenly, Dabi shifts, adjusting himself before starting to drive his hips into yours with fervor, watching you intently for any reaction.

And you give it to him– his tip suddenly brushes up against a spot that has your eyes fly open, a lewd moan escaping your lips.

"There it is." Dabi smirks as his thrusts are getting a little harder, making sure each one slams against the spot that makes you desperately latch onto him and sob out loud.

"That good, huh?" he laughs. But it's genuine.

You lose your ability to speak, head lolling back and your moans heighten as you feel yourself reaching your climax quickly.

He leans down, pulling you into a mating press as his lips melt against yours before latching onto your swollen nipple and starting to suck.

“Oh…fuck…oh…fuck…” you sob and whimper, your body trembling and shaking all over as you writhe on the bed beneath him.

And then without a warning, a thunderous orgasm shudders through your body, stripping you from all rational thoughts. Your walls clamp down on Dabi's cock as you come hard, screaming his name over and over again.

His pace quickens as you continue to twitch around him and then he stutters, a breathy groan leaving his mismatched lips. He bottoms out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix and then his cock pumps warm creamy cum into you, flooding your pussy.

It forces your climax to resurface, making you continue to tremble in his hold. You keep milking him for every drop of fluid, writhing against his hold in ecstasy, constant pulses of pleasure shooting through your body.

You don't know how long you stay like this, with him buried deep inside of you, his head nestled against your soft skin. You gently brush your hands over his back, enjoying the bliss that is still present in your body.

"Dabi?" You finally find your voice again and speak.

He hums in response, pressing a gentle kiss against your still erect nipple. You breathe in his scent while caressing his back and his arms tighten around your body and pull you closer.

"It's time–" you urge, seeing the progress of time on the clock.

"No it's not," he mumbles against your breast, shifting slightly without pulling out. "I paid for the entire night…"

[...]

The feeling of cool water running over your heated skin feels like a relief, like jumping into the waves of the ocean after a hot day in the desert.

Dabi left a while ago, as he saw it fit for you to have the night off, providing you with ample time to refresh yourself and rest.

You close your eyes, your arms circling your waist, the feeling of the first orgasm in your life still lingering inside of you. Visions of Dabi appear before your closed eyes and you feel a pang in your heart, your belly fluttering at the thought of him. He surrounds and envelops you, filling your mind with only one thought. Him.

As you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, you proceed to dry your hair. After applying the required makeup, you click the light off and step through the bathroom door only to stop dead in your tracks.

Your boss and another man with thin, dark eyes and pale chin-length hair stand in the room. Your boss turns to look at you, eyes dark and cold.

"I've noticed you've been enjoying yourself lately…" He cocks his head, a faux smile spreading across his face.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You smooth down your towel in an attempt to hide your trembling hands.

Your boss notices though and takes a step towards you, "You know the punishment for lying, right?"

You nod, tentatively, as he steps closer, his cold gaze never leaving yours.

"Are you sure you're not hiding anything from me?" he snarls. "Money, food or— gifts?"

You shake your head again. And then you see it. The small flask hiding in his hands. The one that Dabi gave you a while ago. One with a perfume in it that you are only to wear when he visits. It has been your little secret, and he only gave it to you with your promise of keeping it safe and hidden. Yet apparently, nothing can be kept a secret from your boss.

Your breath hitches as you realize that you have lost.

"I'll go easy on you." Your boss's words are smooth like honey. "I don't want to hurt you more than you deserve…"

You swallow and your gaze drops to the floor and you give in, then.

"On the bed," your boss orders and you follow, letting the towel drop to the floor, hoping to get off lightly as you kneel on the mattress.

The pale haired man kicks off his shoes and turns to nod to his boss before unbuckling his belt. His pants pool on the floor and he kicks them off before taking his place, kneeling behind you.

"Ass up!" He slides an arm under your waist, propping you further up.

You wince when his palm comes down on your butt cheek, painting it an angry red shade. His other hand wraps tightly around the nape of your neck, pressing your face into the fabric.

All fight drains from you, the only thing you hear is the rushing of blood in your ears.

"You know I have to do this, right," your boss drawls, standing off to the side, watching you. "You deserve this."

You manage to nod as another hand slaps across your butt cheek.

Palming his erect cock in his palm, the pale haired man slides it up and down your folds, selecting the bit of wetness on his tip. And then, without a warning, he slams his hips forward, breaching your entrance and sheathing you on his dick.

You cry out, your body consumed by searing pain that slices up your spine into your brain. Fresh hot tears burn at the corners of your eyes and you try to relieve your agony by pulling away from him.

"Stop squirming, whore," he growls as he starts moving, impaling you onto his thick length over and over again. "This is what you're made for."

Continuing at an even, hard pace, you're done pretending, nails digging into the sheets. Your tears and drool soak into the soft material pressed against your face.

"She's such a good fuck," he coos, grabbing your hips to pull out and slam into you again with full force. "I heard she is – but this is amazing, man."

His pace turns brutal and you claw into the sheet, the ache in your core becoming unbearable while your boss watches on, leaning against the wall. The sheet is soaked with your spit and tears, as his friend keeps fucking mercilessly into you.

You can distantly feel the man's thrusts becoming more erratic. They turn into a rough grinding in your cunt and it doesn't take long for him to stutter as he nears his high, a frothy white ring adorning the base of his cock as he grunts, "Ah shit, take it all."

He leans forward, canines sinking into the soft flesh of your shoulder as he spills his seed inside of you, marking you. Inside and out.

You start thrashing in his hold, realizing what is happening and try to wiggle away. But his tight grip on you is relentless, as he sinks his teeth deeper into your skin, until blood draws and trickles down your shoulder.

Then his teeth are gone as he straightens up and pulls out. You collapse forward onto the mattress, your used body sprawled out on the sheet, a large bloody bite mark blooming on your shoulder.

"Sorry boss," the pale haired man wipes his mouth and grins, getting dressed again, "Couldn't control myself…"

Your boss closes his eyes and sighs. Kicking off the wall, he walks over to you and squats next to the bed, inspecting the wound. Your hazy, red eyes meet his, panic written in them.

"Please, boss–" you whimper and he reaches out to draw a knuckle over your cheek with false care.

"What did I tell you about leaving marks?" he says, though not without sarcasm dripping from his tone and you wince, "You know what this means, right?"

"P-please boss," there's panic in your voice as you try to get up, "It was a mistake, I p-promise…"

"You've been making too many mistakes." Your boss pulls the knife from his pockets. "You need to learn a lesson."

You start sobbing and he tuts quietly as he stands up again, "Now, be good and spread your legs."

The other man kneels down next to you, bed sinking in as he rolls you over on your back, securing your arms over your head. Shaking violently with fear, you press your thighs together when you hear the sound of the blade of a knife expanding.

"Open up," your boss coos and you close your eyes, "If you want me to go easy on you."

Hesitating a second you sob loudly before letting your legs fall to the side.

[...]

As Dabi pulls you closer you brace yourself for the entry. Even though he is gentle, you feel it. Each and every barbell entering makes tears spring to your eyes, and you turn your head, trying to hide your pain stricken face.

When he's halfway in, he stills and you exhale shakily, just noticing how you had held your breath.

"What's wrong?" Dabi's smoldering turquoise eyes skit to yours, searching for an answer.

"N-Nothing," you mutter but can't suppress the shakiness in your voice.

"I'm asking again," Dabi speaks, this time deeper, more concerned, "What's wrong?"

You don't answer, the burn in your core is blinding, and you bite your lips not to whimper.

You feel his weight shift and a small cry breaks free before you feel a palm cupping your face and slowly turning your gaze to meet his.

His azure eyes search your face and stop at the sight of your trembling lower lip, the salty tears sitting in your lashes. Within a second he pulls out of you and you know what's about to come.

"Shit, you're bleeding!" His palms rest on your inner thighs, seeing a thin rivulet of blood trickling down your ass. "Was I too rough?"

You shake your head, still not meeting his gaze.

"Talk to me!" His expression is strained, his brows knitting with worry. "Why are you–"

And then he stops, realization hitting hard. His nimble fingers slide forward, towards your entrance.

"Dabi don't, please–" you beg but he ignores you.

Slowly spreading your folds he sharply inhales at the sight.

"Who did this?" he growls dangerously, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously at you. "I want you to tell me."

Pressing your lips together you shake your head.

"Goddammit, tell me who did this to you," his tone becomes more threatening, "You know I'm not good at this emotional stuff- but you can trust me!"

You hesitate a moment but then shake your head, too much in fear over what your boss might do to you if he finds out.

"Tell me, now!" His voice is full of scorn, a weird eerie light emergency emanating from his palms, "You're safe with me!"

Not being used to his harsh tone, you wince, "Dabi, he's too powerful, I–"

His eyes rage with fury, it's just a moment, a moment in which you see hurt in his eyes. Hurt, and worry for you.

And then he jumps to his feet.

"Fuck this shit…" Pulling his pants back up he grabs his boots and coat, "Fuck it if you don't trust me…"

"Dabi, wait, it's not like that!" You prop yourself up, a hand reaching out for him.

But all you see is his black coat flapping behind him as he disappears out the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

And you break down and cry.

[...]

One hand grips your head while the other leisurely rests on his hips as a deep and raw moan rises up his throat. Your eyes, wet with ruined mascara, flicker up to his immediately from where you are on your knees, sucking his dick into the back of your throat.

"You're my little girl – daddy’s little girl, right?" the low timbre of his voice fills your ears.

You only manage to nod in response and his speed picks up, fucking your throat, with his hand holding your head in a tight grip.

He's close, you can feel it and you brace yourself to take his load when all of a sudden the door gets kicked open and you choke around his length.

"What the–" the man manages to say before he is ripped from you and thrown to the floor, his pants puddling between his ankles, his erect cock bouncing against his abdomen upon impact.

"Did you cut her?" Dabi growls, hovering over the man crouching on the floor.

"Who do you think you are, barging in here just like that?" The man scrambles to his feet, pulling up his pants and buckling them up, his face contorted with anger.

"I asked you a goddamn question!" There's flaming fury in his eyes and he raises his hand, that eerie blue light emanating from his palm again.

Jumping to your feet you stumble towards him, your hand wrapping over his, tiny compared to his. "Dabi, please don't!"

His cold eyes snap, burning into yours, "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't."

The man watches the scene with a pleased grin spreading across his face.

"Dabi, he's…" But you can't say it, not here, not now.

"Go on, sweetheart," the man says, his grin growing wider. "Tell him who I am…"

"Fuck off–" Dabi growls, throwing the man a dark look, "Or otherwise I might forget myself."

"Dabi–" you plead, but he doesn't budge, "Just– just leave, ok?"

"Give me a reason why I should!" he growls again, "Who is he?"

You know that this game is set for you to lose no matter what you say. It's always been like that.

"He's—" the next words come out almost as a whisper as your gaze drops to the floor in defeat, "He's my stepdad."

"What the fuck?" Dabi sucks in his breath, disgust written on his face.

In the following silence there's only coldness. And it makes you shudder even though the room is warm. Your stepdad shifts his weight and crosses his arms in front of his chest, his grin growing wider by the second.

"This is sick. And you're still protecting him ?" Dabi's face is grave as he turns to stare at you for a long moment.

You don't answer. You're torn between choosing Dabi, yet too scared of what your boss might do to you. He has connections, he will come after you and hurt you. Or even kill you.

You lower your head and press your lips to a thin line, tears gathering at your lash line as your fists curl into balls, nails digging painfully deep into the flesh of your palm.

Silence engulfs you. Thick, suffocating silence.

"I see…" Dabi finally says, voice empty.

Turning on the spot, he exits the room, leaving you with tears streaming down your face. You feel your stepdad approach and grab your shoulders to turn you around. Then he beats his entire weight onto your shoulders, making your legs buckle and you sink to your knees.

"Now, where did we leave off?" he mocks, opening his pants, taking his half hard member in his palm and presenting it to you.

And you obediently open your mouth for him to slide his now twitching cock inside.

[...]

Game over.

That's all that comes to your mind when the men come in at night, dragging you roughly off the bed, making you scream out in agony.

A gag is stuffed in your mouth before your arms are tied up behind your back and a blindfold pulled over your eyes.

They shove you outside, the frigid air washing like ice over your exposed skin. Your breath rises in puffs from your nose, as you tremble in the cold, with nothing on your body but your underwear.

And then you're forced to a stop, the man who's holding you tightens his grip while you whimper at the pain shooting up your arm. Your head nervously jerks up as steps approach and come to a halt right in front of you.

Several moments of silence follow, and you shiver, the cold creeping into your flesh, your hands starting to lose their feeling.

"What were you thinking," the unmistakable voice of your boss suddenly sounds through the night, "Letting some lowlife scare our best client, my best man, like that?"

You want to explain what happened, beg him for mercy. Instead, the gag in your mouth swallows your sobs as fear creeps up your spine as the first drop of salty liquid runs down your cheek.

"You know I really like you, I hate doing this." His voice sounds again, it's the same caring voice that spoke so often to you, "But this is what you get for upsetting me."

He sighs and another shiver runs up your spine. Then he steps closer and you can feel the heat radiating off his body right in front of you.

"You started off so promising–" You feel a knuckle caressing your cheek, wiping away the tears that leave cold streaks down your face.

Then he moves and whispers, so close that you feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, "But I guess you're just another whore now…"

And then he's gone, steps leading away from you as his harsh voice tears through the deafening silence as he orders "Take her away, I don't ever wanna see her again."

[...]

You are sprawled out on bed, the words "Load-Count" and "Cumdump" under your tits across your tummy in recently healed scars. Below your belly button are an array of carved lines, scattered all across your delicate skin, creating a sickening pattern of old scars and newly carved, bloody ones.

Your chest heaves in a mixture of gags and increased sobbing, as your arms are bound to the bed, the ropes so tight they are cutting into your skin.

Several men surround you, all of them barring multiple stages of colorful tattoos, Koi fish, Phoenixes, tigers, dragons or Chrysanthemums.

You have given up whimpering, you can't even, with one of the men stuffing your mouth, dragging his thick member over your tongue into your throat, relishing the way you helplessly lap at the underside of his cock.

A man right across from him kneads your breasts, palming his cock in his hand.

A third man keeps burying himself to the hilt inside of you, his grunts mixing with the groans of the other assailant.

With each thrust inside of you your tits bounce, and you're forced deeper onto the cock buried inside your throat. And with each thrust the ropes tear further into your skin, fresh trickles of blood running down your wrist and dripping onto the sheets.

The men have been going at it for hours, taking their turns marking you. Just like every day. For how long, you don't recall.

Ever since they moved you into this hellhole, you lost track of time. Disconnected from reality, the wish to live had died a while ago, sending you down the windy road of despair. It is like you are dead inside.

The men increase their pace, nearing their high, each using you as they pleased regardless just for their own pleasure.

Over the sounds of the wet slaps and deep grunts no one notices the commotion in front of the door. There's a muffled roar behind it and then silence, while smoke starts to seep through the cracks between door and ground.

The heated groans of the men increase as they near their high when suddenly the door gets kicked open and Dabi storms in through a cloud of smoke. Fury written on his face, he's on the man between your thighs in an instant, gripping him by his shoulders and yanking him back, pulling him out of you.

His left arm raises and a bright blue flame shoots across the room, engulfing the head of the man buried inside your mouth. There are no screams and when the flames die, you watch in horror as a charred stump sits where his head used to be. It takes a few moments but then his body drops back, his cock being pulled out of your mouth with a lewd pop.

Before the man on the bed can react, he's pulled off and slammed against the wall, palm pressed to his chest before he also drowns in a deadly blue blaze.

Releasing his grip on the charred corpse, Dabi turns to see the remaining Yakuza dash towards the open door. But it's too late. He is cocooned in a ball of searing, flesh eating heat just as he reaches the door, the screams dying off and the body slumping to the ground.

Then silence falls, the only sounds audible being those of the flickering flames eating away at the scorched human remains. Dabi stands in the middle of the room, drawing ragged breaths, smoke rising from his skin and clothes as he slowly turns towards the bed. Relief spreads across his face as he nears and crouches down before you.

Your hazy gaze meets his as he leans over you, gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your pale face.

"Hi there, pretty." He gives you a weary smile before leaning over you to burn through the ropes, freeing you from your restraints.

"Dabi?" you whisper, too weak to move.

"Shhh…," a thin trickle of blood runs down his cheek and he wipes it off with his thumb, "I've been looking all over for you."

"My boss," you groan, a wave of exhaustion flowing through your body. "He's going to—"

"Don't worry," Dabi rumbles soothingly, "He's never going to hurt you ever again…"

You are slowly losing the fight with consciousness and close your eyes. He drapes his coat over your naked figure before you're gently being lifted up and carried off through the door.

"Let's go home" are the last words you hear rasped against your ear before darkness engulfs you and you go limp in Dabi's embrace.

[...]

You jolt and turn as you hear the door open. It's a habit you can't seem to shake, even after all these years and your heart races in your ribcage. The panic doesn't last long though because you know there's only one person who enters this apartment.

"Dabi!" You smile, wiping your sudsy hands off with the towel next to the sink.

Placing the towel back on the counter you take a step forward, watching him throw his coat over the couch and kick his boots off. Then his handsome face looks up at you.

"How's my little doll doing today?" He grins and struts towards you, pulling you into a gentle embrace, nuzzling his sharp nose against yours.

"Stop saying little," You gently swat his arm as you giggle, snuggling your face against his broad warm chest, "I'm huge!"

His gaze drops to where your bodies connect, your swollen belly comfortably resting against his pelvis. His warm calloused hand trails down your side and comes to rest on the big mound, gently stroking back and forth.

"So, how are you doing?" he whispers, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "The burns still holding up despite the stretch?"

"Don't worry," you say and pull up your shirt, revealing purple scarred tissue stretching impossibly tense across your swollen belly, "It's fine, see?"

His hand comes to trace over the scarred tissue, the one that he had caused, erasing the horrid words that were once carved into your skin — and with that all memories of the past.

"Perfect," he says and his eyes flick up, the mesmerizing turquoise of his irises peeking at you from under heavy black lashes, "You're perfect–"

His hands rise to cup your face as he cranes his neck, pausing a second before gently pressing his mismatched velvety lips against yours.

Life is still a game. But a beautiful one indeed.

[...]

[neyswxrld]

caught in a crosshair

Crosshair x reader (gn)

summary: Snowball fight with Crosshair.

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, reader gets pinned down, snow shower; 18+

word count: ~660

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the fifth fic for my advent calendar! just as i took a small break from correcting this small fic to pick up my brother, he decided to throw a snowball at me. how fitting.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

You should have known better.

You should have known better than tossing a stupid snowball on his back.

But well, how should you know that the elite soldier and perfect sniper who was literally named Crosshair not only shoots his targets precisely but can also throw and never miss?

Needless to say  that he immediately bent down to take revenge when you hit him with the frozen ball.

What you didn't expect was him having fun throwing snow at you and not stopping at one ball.

One ball suddenly turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into a whole snowball fight quickly.

Lucky for you, Crosshair is kind enough not to aim for your face, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. When you are able to throw one ball and don't even hit him with it, he throws at least two.

You were covered in white faster than you could count to ten, and as time went by, you got more and more desperate. You needed to do something, or you would never hear the end of it.

The next time he throws a ball at you, you duck just right, so it hits your face. You yelp and throw your weight behind you, falling into the snow that feathers your fall a little bit. "Ouch," you whine over-dramatically, holding your cold hand to your face.

You hear Crosshair sprinting towards you as soon as he hits your face, and he is next to you just a second later.

"You okay?" he asks, worried.

Instead of answering, you start grinning. In the exact moment, understanding crosses his features, your hand, filled with snow, already flies up to his neck.

"That is not fair!" He tries to shake you off, but you hold on to him like your life depends on it.

But as always, Crosshair is just unpredictable. He uses your tight grip to his advantage and easily pins you down with his weight, catching your hands between you. While you can't move yours, his hands have all the freedom they need to just grab the snow around you and shove it down your shirt.

"Oh, cold, cold! Stop it, stop it!" you yell, laughing, and try to push him off you. You don't stand a chance.

The snow is cold and wet, and you can already feel yourself starting to shake. "Cross-," you keep giggling and squirming, but you can't gain any control.

After a few minutes, he stops and looks you in the eyes with a raised brow.

"Had enough?" he questions. You nod in an instant. "Yes, yes. Please let me go," you almost beg, but you still have to chuckle in between your words.

"It's always the same. Can dish but can't take it," he mumbles, playfulness in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. You just have to go over the top all the time," you smile back, but he just raises his other eyebrow, too.

"I'm just defending myself," he states, starting to climb off of you, reaching out with his hand at the same time to help you up.

Both of you start to brush the snow off your clothes, but wet stains still stay. Your teeth start to chatter. Hugging yourself, you turn around to Crosshair, who seems to be fine.

"We should go home, I'm freezing," you tell him. He nods once, lays an arm around you, and you start your short way back home.

This time, you aren't interrupted by snowball fights or snow showers. Instead, you enjoy the quiet (well, the quiet that was left after your chattering teeth) and your closeness.

Back at home, both of you decide that a bath would help warm you up the fastest.

You fill the bath tub with hot water and bubbling soap, light some candles, and let the evening fade out with soft touches and sweet kisses that fill you with warmth even faster than the water ever could.

TAGLIST:

@isthereanechoinhere96

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there

I would like to request a namor x reader where she is youngest child of the wakandan royal family and they tend to look over her sometimes or A LOT so when attuma n namora ambush the crew on the bridge she volunteers herself to be taken to protect her sibling and Riri as well as come to a diplomatic solution.

When Nakia finally rescues her, namor vows to go retrieve her by any means necessary

Oooh,,, I like this idea!! 👀💞💓

Pairing: Namor x youngest royal!sibling

You knew the risks of taking this mission, but there was a determination to prove yourself. It seemed simple at first. Get the young scientist, keep her safe, and move on from there.

Despite the risk of encountering Namor on the shore and now escaping those hot on your trail, you couldn’t let that deter you or risk your mother’s nerves.

Seemed simple enough, right?

At least that’s what you thought at first. Lying face down on the asphalt was the irony of this whole situation. You had seen Okoye give it to her last in defending you and Shuri, but you had to think fast.

You could see your sister Shuri’s hand starting to gain movement, but you saw the two elite warriors with their band advancing towards Riri. It had to be quick and now, or else you would regret this.

Coming to a wobbly stance, you faced the ones called Attuma and Namora.

“I’ll go.” You offered to them. “I’ll go with you…,don’t hurt her.”

Both looked at each other inquisitively before the taller one summoned their steed and brought you and Riri forward. Hoping they wouldn’t notice, you left behind the bracelet as means to track you.

Before the darkness of the waters consumed the group, you whispered a small prayer to Bast but you didn’t know what for exactly. Strength? Clarity?

Anything seemed feasible at this point.

Back home, your Queen Mother’s grief knew no bounds. Still, it would not deter her from getting you, youngest of the family, back to safety.

In Talokan, the nerves of your entire being were sharper than any knife. Sure this king and leader of his people was charismatic, but you still couldn’t form an opinion about Namor. Especially when the young girl’s life depended on you.

“Why do you look at me like that?” He asked upon your quick introduction.

Poker face may not have been your strong suit but you mastered it on impulse.

“Like what?”

“As if you are afraid. I do not wish to harm you, but I have my loyalties to protect those who rely on me. By any means.”

You sighed heavily. “That’s what I’m afraid of. What if we came to an agreement? Me, in the place of the scientist. But please, let me see my family as well. I know they’ll be worried for me.”

His face seemed unreadable at first but underneath that facade was a growing curiosity. If this was under different circumstances, Namor would have wanted to get to know you. A bright mind with a promise that glimmered in your eyes. He admired your spirit. Maybe there could be a chance still…

In his invitation to explore Talokan, you were amazed. It was beautiful. Intricate architecture and a liveliness that reminded you of home. Such beauty

Namor watched your reaction with softness. Once this was all over, he’d give anything to see that smile of yours again. In gifting you the bracelet of his mother and a necklace personally crafted for you as well, Namor dared to have hope that there could be a future.

You thought the same too. It was a relief to see you and Riri’s savior in Nakia, but it felt sudden to be reunited with your family so swiftly. You were grateful to be back with your family, but it felt jarring to be taken back so soon.

Upon hearing of your rescue, Namor’s heart became caged by its walls again. It felt foolish and naive of him to even think that—

No matter. He would return to have you back again, or if you wised it, to come and go as you pleased. You let him think there could be a possibility for anything and the surface world’s forces would not take that away.

[yippeeometer]

Got any angsty thoughts on New York or Louisiana?

*completely fine if not, have a good day/night!*

i do my best to weave angst into this however my heart fulleth of silliness like golden rays of sun doth peek through clouds of my mind

LOUISI:

im willing to throw it out there that this man has RAGE built up inside him. the history of louisiana is very much just it being dogged on and completely devalued over centuries the FRUSTRATION must be immense

bc is theres one thing that has united the usa and russia over the centuries its been the agreement that the swamps r pretty much worthless. there is rage building in that man to protect his home and culture against the opinions of others. there is rage building to protect himself

pweaseee girlies i love the version of loui thats still openly selfish in order to defend himself. like its clear he will only do what he wants to do. and what he wants depends on how important he feels in ur eyes.

so ur either being ignored in everything you ask from him or hes constantly there trying to feel special to you. no inbetween

codependence as his motto lets be real. the history of religion in louisiana being sooooo deep and prevalent bc hes a person that needs to believe someone is taking care of him. so hes drawn to people who seem to have control over others (like florida) so he will be defended.

however also because of the inevitability of being passed on to someone else and sold for nothing, the willingness to try anything because theres always a chance what he knows could be taken away. therefore he is attracted to people who act wildly (like florida) to make him feel like hes doing something with himself.

NY:

ok so its a history of isolation and losing urself huh

theres always been some power pushing him down. despite being one of the og13 states, his version of the revolution was tainted by british martial control of nyc. before that controlled by the dutch, after that completely swept away by the power of the city. therefore not developing an identity independent of this glorious idea of a major city

and the culture changes r so frequent and so insane that mans the 3rd gen kid to end all 3rd gen kids. i read in an essay that if america is the melting pot of the world then nyc is the melting pot of america. which has got to make ur imposter syndrome so insane if you have so much of everything that u can't relate to anything, which makes u nothing i guess

because. hes in the ne but the city is too loud to relate to the new england country life. hes in the og13 but goddamn i hate these bitches.

oh hes soooo in denial ab being neurodivergent i fear. hey man where did u get that self loathing and desire to be normal from its super hot. oh your family thats so hot.

like im sure he could think of things to relate to illi about, ot ways to use his upstate side to relate to others. but thats so hard when you dont know jack shit about social interaction. and its so hard to know shit when being mean is sooooo much easier

[rdng1230]

what movies would tommy make them watch for movie night? in your correct opinion <3

GAH I WAS LITERALLY BUSY READING YOUR FIC. the "Tommy was Buck's first crush as a kid and now here he is" one, Not even joking I've already sent it to people on three different continents. I owe you my life.

Anywho!!!! God I am so hyper specific about how I pick out movies depending on the day/vibe/etc and I feel like Tommy would be similar (but he'd be about 10000% more chill about it than me, I am a goddamn tyrant) Hmmmmmm ok Here's a very random assortment of movies I think he'd suggest and the attached circumstances that would lead him to suggest it.

Just in general, I think Mr. "The world started the day I was born" is going to still have a giant list of pre 90's films he's not gotten to yet and Tommy makes it his goddamn mission in life to show Evan what he's been missing. I tried to avoid the movies that Buck would've probably already gotten to like The Princess Bride, Wizard of Oz, The Godfather, the Breakfast Club, etc. I wanted ones that would be like the number 4 on the top 3 must watch list of whatever category.

I already wrote a scene in my fic of this but Tommy loves Moonstruck and they watch it after a nice night in with Italian food from Tommy's Nonna.

Chim is downright offended when he finds out Buck and Tommy watched Lethal Weapon without him, but ummm.... it was probably better he wasn't there.

Ok picture this, its a hot day, maybe a little cloudy. Tommy and Buck are in the mood for something sappy. Buck keeps telling Tommy they have got to start knocking some things off the 'Audrey Hepburn' list, but neither of them are feeling very '50's. Buck's wrist is busted from an overly risky move at work and Tommy gets an evil glint in his eye. They end up watching Always (Which is about pilots during wild fire season, the main pilot pulls something too risky and dies, and he ends up in the afterlife where his ghost mentor is played by Audrey Hepburn) the whole time Buck's getting teary and he keeps saying "Oh I hate you" to Tommy as sad moments in the movie happen. He squeezes Tommy's hand, a silent promise that he'll be more careful (and that Tommy better be careful at work too because he'd kill him again if ghost Tommy behaved the way the ghost protagonist did in the movie.) Smoke Gets In Your Eyes gets put on their wedding playlist.

I can't remember if I wrote this down somewhere or if I just thought about it a lot but Buck really takes to the Nick and Nora movies from the 30's and Buck is so endeared by Tommy's phoney transatlantic accent. it become's a running joke with them and the first time Buck responds with his own equally dorky accent Tommy has to physically bite down from saying I love you because its way too soon and he doesn't want to freak him out.

This is cheating a little because this movies only like 10 years old but They find out they both love the Secret Life of Walter Mitty. It's one of the movies that inspired Buck to go out and become something, and he watched it a lot, particularly during his cowboy era. Tommy loves it because its a movie about being brave enough to let yourself grow. Buck makes a lot of "Major Tom" jokes afterwards.

Buck loves Sleepless in Seattle (one of the one's he had knocked off the classics list), but he's never seen An Affair to Remember because the clips in Sleepless always made it look way sadder than it actually was. Tommy's like "Ok it is sad at some parts but just trust me" Tommy realizes he's created a monster with Buck's Cary Grant crush.

Oh also Tommy loves the Holiday as well as Love Actually and they make it a double feature every year in mid December (although Tommy does put it on year round) as a side note, I also watch Love Actually way too much and eventually I will write a fic defending that movie and going into angsty details about the soundtrack using Tommy to voice all of my thoughts, apologies in advance.

[lunathebee]

Ooo hiii! I’m sorry for all the rambling!!

Can I please request a Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader oneshot where he’s helping her adjust after taking the vibranium-infused herb? Teaching her how to swim, trying to teach her how to defend herself in case of emergency, also teaching her Mayan + him being really soft with her, lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles (Namor puts on a tough front but I just KNOW he’d be a complete softie for his wife), also he’d be sooo worried about Y/n because while she can now breathe underwater and will age as slow as he does, she’s still more vulnerable because she’s only human, not a mutant + Namor spoiling the heck out of Y/n🥺🥺

Pairing: Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader

Warning: none just fluff

A/n: This is such a cute scenario, we live for soft!Namor ^^

Summary: Namor thinks you need to learn Mayan more; you prove him wrong by saying one word only.

"Easy, slow and steady, my pearl." Namor smiled while holding Y/n's hand and guiding her to the cold water. "Are you sure you're ready? We can wait as long as you want."

"I think I'm ready." Y/n said while biting her lips, feeling how the water slowly rose up as she walked forward. This is the first time Namor has allowed her to be near the ocean ever since she took the vibranium-infused herb, which is such a long time ago.

While Y/n thinks Namor is overreacting, he assures her that it's for her own safety (and his too; Namor can't bring himself to see any water incident).

"Can we see Talokan now?" Y/n smiled while tilting her head, she can't wait to just dive down and see how marvelous the kingdom is, now that Y/n can breethe under water, what can possibily stop her?

"What? Not yet, Y/n; you need to learn all kinds of things first! Like defending yourself, or learning Mayan, or even swimming—do you know how to swim yet?" The king chuckled; he is sure the only reason his sweet little pearl can still talk his ears off is because he is holding her waist. Namor's finger digs harder into Y/n's skin, like a reminder she still needs to depend on him.

"I- I mean we can learn them, you can teach me everything, we have all the time in the world"

A smart answer from Y/n to ignored Namor's direct question. The cold water now submerged her chest, but somehow it still can't stop the heat rushing onto her face. Life with Namor still seems new and unfamiliar to Y/n, but it is oh so exciting and lovely.

"K'ilkabech? (Are you hot?)" Namor asks, his voice full of teasing hints. The king just wants to kiss his beautiful queen's face, but she keeps hiding it!

"Namor, you know I didn't understand when you said anything in Mayan." Y/N scolded before spalshing water at her husband playfully. The action made Namor let go of Y/n instantly due to surprise. The woman wasted no time taking the opportunity and diving down to the blue ocean, letting it control her body.

Namor follows right behind Y/n; he knows she is able to breathe under water now thanks to the herb. Something that sounds dangerous to humans now turns into a game of cat and mouse.

"Gotcha, not so quick now, little pearl." Namor thought and quickly catching up, hugging Y/n from behind, peppering kisses all over her face before swimming upward so that she couldn't escape another time.

"Don't think this is over; you still need to learn Mayan, my dear."

Y/n puffs up her cheek cutely like a pufferfish after Namor's comment. "I know how to speak Mayan"

"Say something to me then?"

"In k'áatech (I love you)" ♡ ♡ 

[spideronthesun]

OC Deep Dive

Thank you for tagging me lovely @mrbexwrites ! (here)

Rules: answer the following questions for your OCs

Passing the torch over to @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @alintalzin @cain-e-brookman @illarian-rambling

I did a lot of editing today, so I am going to put myself in Adamas' shoes. I worked the most on the chapters featuring him. Putting my answers under read more.

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Drowning. It is not as if he is scared of water, but he doesn't go near it unless he is with someone else. He had an accident when he was younger, and he was never able to face it properly. He still doesn't know how to swim to this day.

Do they have any pet peeves?

No, in fact he's incredibly patient. He doesn't care if someone chews very loudly in front of him, or talks to him when he's studying. He will even give people a second chance when they mess up. And he won't hold it against them. Meanwhile, his brothers are full of pet peeves. Robertas dislikes it when someone plays music on a loud speaker instead of using headphones, Edvardas hates it when people talk shit about other people behind their backs, Nikolas doesn't like it when someone touches them, Danielius loathes being interrupted.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

You're definitely going to find posters on his wall, journals and notebooks on his nightstand, as well as a bottle of cold water every night.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their shoes. He sometimes struggles making eye contact when he's nervous. Please don't hold it against him.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

4 to 5? It really depends. Burning his tongue with hot water or scalding his hand won't probably bother him that much. He will hardly notice that it even happened. But being punched does phase him.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Much to his surprise, he gets into fight mode. But he does hate confrontation and would rather not fight anyone. He hates it when someone in front of him starts fighting. Makes him nervous. But he will also defend those he cares about.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Both. He comes from a big family, as he has got four brothers, and he is the second youngest in the family. But he's also a family person. He's used to people coming and going in his life, but he will always welcome at the doorstep even if they decide to show up like five years later after not speaking.

What animal represents them best?

Bear. He also gives great hugs!

What is a smell that they dislike?

Alcohol. He's just not a big fan of anyone drinking in front of him. It makes him anxious. And he will probably end up spilling the drink behind your back.

Have they broken any bones?

Nope!

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Shy, silent, a little bit awkward, usually keeps to himself.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Night owl. He doesn't even notice that he has stayed up until the sun starts coming out and he hears footsteps of someone getting ready to work behind the closed door.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Love - chocolate, because who doesn't love chocolate?

Hate - tomatoes.

Do they have any hobbies?

He likes to read and write in his own time. In fact, he's a journalist, so he has a very inquisitive nature about him, and he likes to work on his articles. He likes learning about the people no matter how weird they might appear to the outer world. He feels like he always learns something new from the people he interviews.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Happily! While he doesn't like surprises very much, Adamas is still very receptive to them, and he's more than happy to celebrate his birthday with his loved ones. He knows that a lot of thought went into preparations.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Only bracelets. And a necklace his best friend gave him.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Adamas has a neat handwriting. The messiest handwriting in the family belongs to Edvardas after all. No one can ever decipher what he wrote. Not even him.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Peace and curiosity.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Uh... knits? He likes sweater season.

What kind of accent do they have?

He has aukštaitiškas accent, as he grew up in the north-east side of Lithuania.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Which of the creeps (that you write romantically for) be okay/like a bada$$ s/o? Like every1 is intimidated and every1 thinks that if you try to fight them you’re stupid? Have a great day!!

Creeps with a badass reader!

i actually really like this idea!! also im so so sorry it took me so long to get to this </3!! ive kinda been focusing on art these past few days, and when i havent been drawing ive kinda been. laying in my own. feelings. sleepy.... yk how it is!!

with that said! yeah! i wont be doing all the bare bones list of characters i usually do with non specified characters! to keep true with the prompt im going to stick with characters i feel would like this kind of S/O and/or compliment the readers fierce nature... also going to aim for a more comedic style

LIST OF CHARACTERS: Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Splendorman

CW; mentions of violence

Splendorman;

No because just think about it; a soft easy going cryptid with a strong and ready to fight partner

"he asked for no pickles" dynamic basically imo LMAO

he would rather you tone it down, or at least dont fight for him... he doesnt want you to get hurt, or in trouble..! mostly trouble, he knows you can handle yourself

he wont ever say it but hes internally swooning anytime you fight for him, though. like. "oh? they would do this for me just because someone said something vaguely mean about me?"... hes red in the face

tries to introduce you to new people to make potential friends since he kinda thinks part of your bloodlust(/j) is from loneliness, which in turn makes people see you as.. mean... so its a loop. he doesnt mean it in a bad way! he just cares about your well being!

overall he secretly thinks its hot but hed rather you stay out of trouble and hed try to find ways to make you less fierce...

Laughing Jack;

like splendorman he thinks its hot but he WILL vocalize it

also he thinks its really funny whenever people try to antagonize you

pulls a bag of popcorn out of thin air and watches the show/hj

he will literally cheer for you from the sidelines and becomes the fights personal announcer

absolutely treats you when you win; showered in praise and love and gifts

hes flustered; depending on what color you think he blushes (personally i think he blushes a purpleish-grey), his entire face is that color when he watches it happen

again, hes really into it

smh ive been on a lj trip these past few days and i hardly got anything for him here god mfing damn!!!!

Hoodie;

ngl he probably throws himself into the fight and yall both kick the shit out of the person

basically think something like this scene (ive never seen jjba my friend showed me this) where he just joins you after watching for a few seconds (we can say the third person is masky/j)

anyways it wont let me move the gif up so pretend the gif is under the above bullet point instead of at the end of this segment

really yall are kinda the same but hoodie is more likely to sit back and access the situation before jumping in and fighting someone unless like. its an immediate life or death thing

now how does he feel about you being a proclaimed badass?

he respects it, and he knows that you can defend yourself when hes not around so it also puts him at ease

maybe you two will spar every now and then to get better at defense and offense stuff (he will not go easy on you btw, bro will give it his all)

Eyeless Jack;

he doesnt really like the fighting since hes also likely the one who has to patch you up afterwards. like even if you win the fight youre still going to be hurt in some way, this applies to all the other characters too. ej is just the only one who has the knowledge when it comes to tending wounds...

with ej, in my au, he doesnt really. like conflict, especially since his own body is changing into something that isnt human; he already has enough on his plate already, doesnt need to go bury an extra body because he let his temper get the better of him

and every now and then, that mindset of avoiding conflict bleeds to how he views you and your attitude

hes happy that you can defend yourself, like hoodie he admires it; but at the same time he gets so scared that youre going to pick a fight with the wrong person or get hit in the wrong spot, and..

he does not pity those who are dumb enough to rile you up, though..

overall he worries for you and already has enough on his plate with himself ... but dont think that he sees tending to you as a burden! hell do it regardless of what caused your injury

possible idea for an angst post? ooo? maybe, if you guys want it

[grantmentis]

what do you think the coaching problems were with pwhl new york? do you think there might be more turnover with the assistants?

Sorry for such a late response! This week had been crazy. Anyway, I think there was a mix of on ice and off ice issues with PWHL New York

The off ice ones? Well I’m not there, but Hailey salvain of the athletic reported this

I can only say so much there, and of course this stuff is always more prominent / notable on a losing team because people are frustrated, but depending on how serious and widespread this is it could effect if they just want to start completely fresh or if they want to keep the assistants. The reason I could see the assistants staying is because the special teams, which is typically a job allocated to the assistants, was one of the few bright spots for this season

Speaking purely on ice, it did feel like Draper was just a bit over his head, which I think can happen when someone’s been in the same coaching role for decades then all of a sudden switch. He did a genuinely great job in university of Alberta and coached one of my fave players, autumn macdougall, I got no beef with him as a guy but it’s a lot of change with very little blue print

I think the area it showed most for Draper was defensively, where there was just….no defensive structure at all, especially among forwards, and these were players we know have defensive capabilities. It would make sense that this is the area that would suffer the most for a coach who’s played a really really long time in usports where offense has typically been a little more muted and goaltending strong. It’s a cliche but it’s very much a symptom of players playing as individuals and not a system leading to them being hemmed into their own zone and blowing coverage - which every team experienced for a while because they’re brand new but New York got worse and worse with as the season went on. I know this is mostly just my general thought, I hope to get more into the statistical side when I have some time off from work and school and other life stuff

Overall I’d like to see Colton Orr back because he was successful on the whale and I think he’s a good coach that has taken teams that are in hard circumstances - not having a permanent home, being in the New York market which despite being the biggest is definitely the toughest for hockey due to overall lack of hockey culture (I grew up in Brooklyn and am speaking from experience New Yorkers do not get mad at me), the ability to play a high paced, fast, offense heavy system while also getting the best out of shutdown defenders. That said I get if they want a clean slate. I know some people really want a woman as coach which I get but I don’t care as long as they’re dedicated to the sport and have experience.

My last hot take is I also expect some very significant roster changes for New York this offseason, maybe a blockbuster trade, I think anyone but like Shelton and Schroeder is on the table (not because the rest are bad, but I think there’s a lot of shake up willing to be made for the sake of identity)