#second of all ur only supposed to tag a few people

[teenagefeeling]

ty @she-means-everything-to-me for tagging me <3

put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle & let your friends pick their favorite of the first five songs!

i tag @loveyouwalkpastquickbrush @ubereatsyourpussy @butchdivision @kendallroysweightedblanket @orbitalpirate and anyone else who wants to do it tbh, you all have my permission to just say i tagged you lol

[pastryfication]

I love ur fics ❤️ can you do an Oscar x reader fic where she can’t find Oscar in the paddock and is panicking and goes to lando for help x

i'm here but i'm lost in crowd

pairing: oscar piastri x reader note: you guys seem to really love platonic lando lol so here's another one <3 also i’m sorry i somehow misread your request to reader getting lost and not losing oscar…

the united states grands prix were by far the most chaotic races of the season. normally, you didn’t prioritise them—the time-zones messed with your sleep schedule, the amount of spectators became overwhelming, and oscar had so many media duties that he barely had time for you, so why spend precious days off when you could use them on less crowded grands prix?—but you had time off either way, so on a 20 hour flight to the other side of the world you were.

you tried to stay close to kim as you arrived at the paddock. he was the person on oscar’s team who you knew and trusted the most, and he was more than happy to let you tag along to his duties, but eventually, he had to go to a meeting, and then you had to find somewhere else to go.

at first, you decided to stay in the hospitality area, too afraid of getting lost to wander about, but it quickly started to bore you. there were no familiar faces, and you grew tired of sitting alone in a corner.

walking outside the mclaren building, you were immediately met with the rush of people walking around you. the air was full of excitement and anticipation—the usual on a race weekend—and you couldn’t help but smile. this was why you wanted to come to as many races as possible; you absolutely loved the atmosphere.

smiling, you walked through the paddock, waving to fans when they noticed you, stopping briefly to say hi to engineers and other mclaren personnel as you passed them, and before you knew it, you found yourself in a completely unfamiliar place.

you looked around, realising just how disoriented you were. the hum of the paddock, which had initially filled you with excitement, now felt like an overwhelming blur. faces passed by too quickly to register, people walking around everywhere and your heart started to race as the nagging feeling grew—where were you?

the crowds seemed to move faster now, making you feel even more isolated. the rush of people, the sounds of chatter and excitement, the bright texas sun bearing down—it all added to the growing panic in your chest. you tried to retrace your steps in your mind, thinking back to how you'd ended up here, but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like you’d wandered too far. you could feel your throat tightening as you scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces. why hadn’t you just stayed in the mclaren hospitality?

you reached for your phone, intending to send an SOS to someone from the team, but your pockets were empty. had you really been stupid enough to forget your phone?

as the realisation that you really were alone settled in your body, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you could do this. you’d been to enough races by now to find your way back, right?

but no matter how much you told yourself that, the panic only grew. what if you walked the wrong way and ended up even further from where you were supposed to be? what if you bumped into the wrong crowd and caused a scene? the paddock suddenly felt more intimidating than exciting, the noise drowning out your thoughts, leaving you frozen in place.

just as you felt yourself spiraling, a voice broke through the chaos.

“hey!” a voice called out your name. “what are you doing out here alone?"

you spun around so fast that you nearly stumbled, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes landed on the familiar face of lando norris. relief flooded through you so intensely that for a second, you couldn’t even form words. lando was standing just a few feet away, his helmet under one arm, a slightly confused but amused look on his face. he took a step closer, raising an eyebrow as he glanced around.

“pretty far from mclaren territory, aren’t you?” he teased, though his tone was light, and there was a softness in his eyes when he looked back at you.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “i don’t even know how it happened. i was fine, just walking around, and then all of a sudden, nothing looked familiar anymore. and now i just—” you trailed off, feeling a little ridiculous for admitting how overwhelmed you were.

lando’s expression softened when he noticed the genuine worry in your eyes. “hey, it’s alright,” he said, his voice gentle now. “it happens to the best of us. this place can be a maze if you’re not paying attention. if i had a dollar for every time someone got lost in this paddock, i’d have… well, probably enough to buy a few extra helmets.” he smiled when you laughed at his words, glancing around, as if to get his bearings, before his eyes landed back on you. “come on, i’ll walk you back before oscar starts a search party.”

you let out a breath of relief, feeling the tension in your chest loosen just a little. “thanks, lando.”

“don’t mention it,” he replied with a wink. “besides, it’s not every day i get to play the hero.”

you rolled your eyes shaking your head slightly, and as you continued walking through the paddock, the surroundings began to look more familiar. with lando’s easy-going presence beside you, the fear that had gripped you earlier seemed almost ridiculous now.

“you know,” he said after a few moments of walking in companionable silence, “i think oscar might owe me for this one. saving his girlfriend from the wild paddock? that’s gotta be worth at least a couple free dinners, right?”

you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound of it surprising even yourself. “i’ll make sure he knows just how heroic you’ve been today.”

lando smirked, glancing sideways at you. “good. i expect a full report.” there was a moment of silence before he continued. “honestly, though,” lando continued, glancing at you, “if you miss someone to hang out with, you should just stick with me more often. i’ll make sure you never get lost again.

“thank you, lan.” you smiled earnestly up at him.

as you neared the mclaren building, the bustling crowd became more familiar, and the sight of papaya clad engineers and personnel milling around instantly brought a sense of comfort. you exhaled, feeling the last remnants of anxiety melt away.

“here we are,” lando announced grandly, gesturing toward the motorhome. “safe and sound, thanks to your friendly neighborhood norris.”

you shook your head, a laugh escaping you. “i really appreciate it, lando. seriously.”

“anytime,” he replied, grinning widely. “i’ll always be happy to help.”

[sanakiras]

IN THE DARK CORNERS

PAIRING — kim mingyu x reader | choi seungcheol x reader

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

SYNOPSIS — mingyu used to be your lover. now he has to watch from the sidelines as you’ve moved on to someone else.

TAGS — once again a college au, fem!reader, jealousy, explicit sexual content, voyeurism, pretty much just porn with no plot, semi-public sex, dom!cheol, read at ur own risk !!

mingyu would overall consider himself to be a smart guy.

he never needs to put a lot of effort into his classes to pass them, he’s quick-witted and pays attention to detail. everyone around him has always praised him for his intelligence.

but right now, he feels stupid. he has for a while at this point.

his jaw is clenched as he leans against the wall with a cup of beer in hand. normally he very much enjoys the parties hosted by his friends — today is a different case.

it’s not just anything that’s making him feel this way.

at the other side of the crowded, warm room stands his former teammate choi seungcheol. he was their team captain up until last year, having to resign from the position after suffering a leg injury, and he apparently hasn’t felt the need to return to the football team yet despite his leg being all healed up.

choi seungcheol is a nice guy. he can also be real damn scary if he wants to be.

he’s about two years older than him. mingyu found he was always easy to get along with — until two days ago, when he discovered you out of all people had started dating him.

you. his ex-girlfriend. you broke up with him a while back after a fight he honestly can’t even remember the words nor the cause of. it was bullshit. something that shouldn’t have happened but did.

somehow, he’d let you slip through his fingers. like many people, he failed to realize what he had until it was gone. failed to see the signs he was supposed to see until it was too late. he feels stupid because he’s always so fucking smart — until the one time he wasn’t.

he tried to get you back. you wouldn’t let him.

now all he can do is stare at you from the other side of the room and watch you kiss a guy that isn’t him. you’re all over him, sitting on his thigh, and he’s constantly got his hands on you, arm looped around your waist, fingers rubbing your clothed skin.

wonwoo suddenly comes up to him, nudging him in the side. “are you trying to kill the guy by looking at him?”

“hm?”

“seungcheol. green with envy much?”

mingyu shrugs. “maybe.”

“well, you’d probably be smart to make it less obvious,” wonwoo remarks before leaving, “for your own sake.”

the words leave a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. he wishes he could just stop looking at the two of you, wishes he could just stop thinking about it for a damn second.

he’s certainly not a lightweight, but even he suffers the consequences of taking too much alcohol. his head feels fizzy, and he loses focus for a second, only to realize you and your boyfriend are gone from your places by the couch.

looking around frantically, he suddenly catches the glimpse of the little red dress you’re wearing at the other side of the room — you’re going upstairs with him.

and he finds himself desperately eager to follow you. that’d be so wrong though, wouldn’t it? he’s not some stalker, obviously. he just wants to check things out.

or so he convinces himself.

his brain is against it, his heart has other plans.

his legs seem to have their own will. before he can stop himself, he’s walking up the stairs, cursing to himself when the hallway is somewhat empty — until he hears the noise of something clattering onto the floor two rooms further.

taking a few steps into the direction of where the sound came from, he briefly looks behind him to check whether anyone’s there, proceeding when there isn’t.

the moment he pushes the door open just a bit further, he spies the office supplies carelessly thrown on the floor, his ears catching onto the familiar sound of your soft laughter.

he takes a step forward, detecting motion at the other side of the bookcase. he’s able to hide right behind it, watching you lie down on the wooden surface from the open cracks of the shelves.

the tight dress on your body is hiked up by your boyfriend as his hands roam all over your body, the sounds of your shared kisses making mingyu feel warm, his cheeks flushing, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

he knows how much you love a good make-out session — he also knows you like to speed things up a little when you need to be touched.

he’s frozen in his spot behind the bookcase when he hears you let out those needy whimpers that would turn any man on like crazy.

“shit—i should probably be quiet.” you giggle with your hand half over your mouth while cheol has you pinned underneath him, right on top of the desk.

“i’d love to see you try.” he mutters to you, fingers already hooking on the fabric of your matching lacy, red panties.

the worst part is that mingyu remembers that pair — one of his favorites. you look stunning in that little red set.

but your new boyfriend doesn’t appear to be paying that much attention to your lingerie. you’re both panting, all hot and heavy, clearly not in the mood to take things slow right now.

he sinks down to his knees on the floor, fingers harshly digging into your thighs as he spreads your legs to give him the access he wants, and you so eagerly let him.

“so gorgeous, baby.” cheol whispers to you before burying his lips and nose into the wetness pooling between your legs.

mingyu feels himself growing harder when he hears you cry out, your back arching off the cold desk, his teeth digging into his lower lip.

with your dress pushed up to your upper chest and your panties discarded on the floor, you gasp for air, fingers pulling on his dark strands of hair. you won’t last long if he keeps this up.

the first loud noise escapes you when he suddenly slips his finger into you. “cheol!”

the man between your legs shows his disapproval. “c’mon, baby, keep quiet for me. you want me to keep going, right?”

“yeah, yeah—” you nod almost desperately, “—‘m sorry.”

he cocks his head as if to say, that’s what i thought.

sly fucker.

he’s got you in the palm of his hand though — especially when he dives right back in, eager to see you fall apart while pumping his fingers in and out of you.

mingyu is so lost in the sight that his hand travels down to his belt buckle almost automatically. he’s so rock-hard in his pants that he could cry.

it doesn’t take cheol long to get you so worked up that you’re about to cum — which is exactly when you beg for him to fuck you instead, claiming you just need him inside you.

and your boyfriend happily obliges.

with your legs hoisted over his shoulders, he hovers above your body, watching the way you gasp and whimper when he pushes himself inside you.

“so full, cheol—” you moan once he’s nearly balls deep inside you, biting your lip to keep the noise down.

“you can take a little more though, can’t you, sweetheart?” your boyfriend asks teasingly, the subtle mocking undertone making you shiver. you love it when he’s all dominant and cocky like this, and you love to play into it.

a lazy smile appears on your face. “depends on how hard you give it to me.”

he smirks, biting his plump lip as he picks up the pace. you hold onto him, relishing in the sound of his moans by your ear.

“always so greedy,” cheol muses, eyes shining as he scans your figure, “always wanting more.” he pushes into you with the last syllable, unable to hold down a grin at how breathlessly you gasp.

oh, the guy gives it to you good. something you absolutely deserve — mingyu just wishes it was him giving it to you instead.

he hates it. he hates how pretty you look in his arms, under him. he hates how you both look so fucking perfect. he hates how dirty and perverted he feels.

he hates that the thrill of possibly getting caught makes him harder.

he watches as seungcheol takes you fast and hard, his hand pumping his own cock at the same pace. your body welcomes the muttered sentences of praise; pulling his body as close as physically possible, spreading your legs a little wider, fingers digging into his back a little deeper.

mingyu knows you love your praise just as much as a bit of force, and your boyfriend seems to know it too. he leaves red marks over your body, sucking at your skin, pulling out for a moment to shove his fingers back in instead.

you’re a whiny, moaning mess as three of his long fingers pump in and out of you. “thought i told you to keep it down.”

“fuck—just feels so good, cheol—”

“i know, pretty girl. you’re doing so good.”

god, you’re just so engulfed in your need to be filled up that you’re willing to do anything for the man currently in between your legs, and he fucking knows it.

mingyu is obsessed with the way your cunt sucks in his fingers so easily. he can literally hear how wet you are — cheol’s quick fingers are squelching into your heat, thumb circling over your clit until all you can do is make sweet sounds into his mouth.

it all gets too much, and your hand reaches down to take a hold of his wrist, but his movements don’t falter. it takes less than a minute before you cum on his fingers, desperately clinging onto him. sharp overstimulation hits your body when he pushes his cock into you again, not allowing you to come down from your high.

the feeling makes you go insane. you clench on him as a reflex, and he groans in response because you’re just so damn tight, almost suffocating him.

his big hands are grabbing your waist, basking in the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him. you notice through your bliss that he’s getting more desperate, movement more erratic, kisses sloppier, breathing heavier — how you love seeing him fall apart.

“takin’ me so well.” he smiles, biting his lip as you rake your nails over his abdomen.

“mhm. ‘s all for you, baby.”

he physically can’t not cherish the way you gaze at him so lovingly while getting your back blown out. if anything, it’s a talent. “yeah? such a good girl for me.”

you capture his lips in another kiss, one that’s a little sweeter than before. his hair is soft, the roots of his strands a bit damp from the sweat, but you don’t care.

you’re mewling in your spot on the desk, every other thought you ever had thrown out the window. all you can focus on is cheol fucking you like his life depends on it.

his chest is then pressed up against yours, his one hand on the back of your head, holding you still and close while he gives you hard and deep strokes.

“shit.” he curses, getting closer now that you’re tightening up more.

he’s reaching down to touch your clit again, rubbing the sensitive spot, causing you to buck your hips against his.

“cum with me, cheol.” you beg him, your sharp nails digging into his shoulder blades, which always works well on him — it makes him so utterly weak.

it brings mingyu just as close to his release. he’s so lost in his lust that it almost feels like you’re saying the words to him and not seungcheol, so he lets his back rest against the wall as he gets himself off at the pleasure of watching you.

“i’m so close, baby.” cheol mutters, his thick brows knitting together once he throws his head back in pleasure.

your body shakes as you come undone underneath him, your arms wrapped around his back. your boyfriend can’t hold back any longer when he feels you hit your peak — his hips stutter, eyes squeezed shut as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his moans.

your secret spectator has to cover his mouth to avoid making any noise. his balls are tightening, sweat beading at the nape of his neck right before he pathetically cums in his pants, some of his release dripping on the floor.

his own chest still heaves as his eyes find the little drops of sweat rolling down cheol’s back, his eyes moving down to the sight of your boyfriend pulling out of you, leaving a trail of his cum seeping out of your pussy.

the sight is enough to make him hard again.

you’re panting in your place on top of the desk, still coming down from your high before your boyfriend speaks up — but his words aren’t directed at you.

“did anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”

mingyu’s heart drops in his chest. shit, was it that obvious? he thought he did a good job at being relatively quiet.

now he’s left with two options of what to do next. either he owns up to it or gets the fuck out of here.

and he thinks to himself, fuck it. not like the situation could get any worse anyways.

so he steps forward, into the light.

thanks for reading! let me know if u liked it x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Miraculous Ladybug

Open My Eyes by buggachat

Adrien smiles as he eats breakfast with Nathalie, smiles as he walks through the halls of his new lycée, smiles as people stop him on the street and tell him time and time again what a "hero" his father was.

(Adrien wishes he could've been a hero, too. He should've been. Maybe then his father would still be alive.)

(But he's surviving. Everyone may be treating him as though he were made of glass, but he can still go through the motions, he can prove them wrong, he can still smile.)

“And you’re… happy,” Marinette spoke carefully, a nervous tilt to her voice, “... right?”

(Adrien has some things to find out.)

DC

the good, the bad, and the power hungry by konan_konan

dim trake ☑ @timdrakeceo・8hr if one more person tweets about #superlex unironically im gonna end it all 391K Views | 200 Retweets | 13 Quote Tweets | 22.1K Likes

j-son of a bitch ☑ @jsntdd・8hr ↳ replying to @timdrakeceo hurr durr these are the consequences of ur actions bitch 201K Views | 109 Retweets | 4 Quote Tweets | 18.4K Likes

or: lex luthor makes bad choices. and then, so does everyone else.

call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

how big, how blue, how beautiful by merils

Kon-El is not good with medical settings. One could even say he's quite bad with them. How bad, exactly?

Well, let's put it this way: Very few things in the world can make him scream for Superman to save him.

(Superman will save him. That's what family's for, right?)

Clone Wars

The Kenobi Chronicles by WobblyCat

General Kenobi isn't actually dead. Someone should really tell that to his troopers, though.

Or: The clones under General Kenobi's command have a groupchat dedicated to him. Cody wishes his subordinates weren't so fucking stupid.

SVSSS

Shen Yuan's Forced Shen Qingqiu Redemption Arc by SpicyReyes

The System's OOC function won't unlock all at once - instead, character traits have to be added individually, through quests. This leads to Shen Qingqiu having to jump through endless hoops just to complete enough side quests to unlock the ability to be a decent person - all while avoiding the effects it has on those around him. If only the cheapskate System wouldn't keep changing the cost of point values - he needs to know what the hell Yue Qingyuan told the others about him that makes them all look so sad when he does manage to be nice! He's breaking his back here, can't we just appreciate his work?!

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

"All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?" Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders. Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh. [Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

[tyongf-nct]

hi babe this is more of a fluff than a smut but i want someone to write about taeyong whos ur bff , stealing ur first kiss cuz u kept yapping about not finding a bf 😓😓

hey this is so cute :’)) and i love fluff requests! more fluff requests!

dynamic: fem!reader x lee taeyong

warnings/tags: fluff, bff!taeyong, friends to lovers, first kiss

~

“I mean, it’s just ridiculous at this point.”

Taeyong chuckled, nudging his knee against yours as the summer sun beat down on both of you relentlessly. You licked your ice cream with vigor, the sweet treat a deliciously cold contrast from the weather.

“Your time will come. With the right person,” Taeyong sighed.

“But when will that time be? And with whom?” You whined. “I want my first kiss to be a good one. With butterflies, preferably.” You grinned at Taeyong’s eye roll. He was your very best friend and the very best anyone could ask for. Plus, he was used to these rants of yours at this point.

“It probably will be shitty. All first kisses are shitty. You don’t know how to angle your head and you bump noses and your teeth clack awkwardly together.”

This time you rolled your eyes. “Only people with kissing experience say that. You can complain because you’ve actually done it before.”

“I didn’t do anything. It was done to me, thank you very much,” he huffed. You giggled, thinking of Taeyong’s very shitty indeed first kiss story.

“Trust me,” he continued, “You want it to be with someone you truly desire. That way, even though you’ll suck at technique, it’ll at least be a fond memory.”

“Technique,” you scoffed. “Don’t be so analytical. You’re supposed to just feel it.”

“And how do you know? You’re a kissing virgin,” he raised an eyebrow, then cackled when you shoved him roughly.

“No one likes a brag,” you grumbled. Taeyong snickered, then humbled as he caught your eye.

“You do,” he said, almost too quietly.

“Huh?”

“You like me, right? I mean, you like me as a person. You trust me,” he said. The air around you seemed to muffle, a strange sort of tension pulling at your sweat-slick skin. You placed your forgotten ice cream down in its wrapper.

“Of course. You’re my best friend, Taeyong,” you smiled hesitantly, wondering where this was going.

“Good. Good,” he repeated, softer the second time. “Then don’t move.”

“What? Why—mmph!” Taeyong’s lips crashed onto yours, the shock of the feeling numbing you for a split moment before realization set in. Taeyong was kissing you. You were kissing him. You were kissing each other.

Blood roared through your ears, traveling a million miles per second down your body. A shudder wracked its way through your spine as your eyes fluttered close and you leaned in. Taeyong was right, your noses bumped, but you couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

You felt a breath release from him as he relaxed minutely, gentle hands coming to cradle your face. His tongue swiped out to taste your bottom lip experimentally, and a soft moan escaped you before you could stop it. You felt Taeyong’s mouth curl into a grin before he deepened the kiss, sucking and nipping and licking so expertly.

You kissed for just a few more electric moments before Taeyong pulled away, laughing softly at your groan of complaint.

“Shitty, right? Did you feel the nose bump?” He breathed, eyes shining bright with desire and happiness.

“Totally shitty. The teeth clacked and everything,” you smirked.

“Now you can stop with your incessant complaining. First kiss, over with,” he nodded, clearly satisfied with himself. You shoved at him, grinning like an idiot despite yourself.

“Thank you for your brave sacrifice,” you placed a solemn hand over your heart. Taeyong burst into laughter, his chest rumbling as joy spilled into your own heart. And somewhere, deep within your stomach, a butterfly fluttered about.

[willalove75]

Hello there!

Happy Kinktober And guess what I just realized?

WE NEED A MONSTER SEX WITH OUR BELOVED LADY D'S DRAGON FORM!.

(only if ur comfortable with it)

This is my request and Hope your doing a great day 🤍

Hiya!! Happy kinktober! AND YESSSS!!!!

I've actually never written smut with her dragon form before so this should be fun!!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

Tags: Teratophilia, monster fucking, praise kink, degradation kink, mommy kink, oral/face sitting, dom!Alcina/sub!reader, masturbation

Alcina had been gone all night. The two of you were supposed to have a romantic date night but it was cancelled last minute when she found out there were hunters trying to breach the castle walls. She insisted you stay home, that she would be more concerned for your safety and didn't want to worry about you getting hurt while she was taking care of the pesky hunters. You tried to fight her but eventually you gave up knowing it was a losing battle.

Laying in her massive bed, you tossed and turned and after a few hours you gave up on trying to go to sleep altogether. It was hard enough falling asleep without her next to you, but knowing she was out there fighting against who knows how many hunters, you were too worried and too frustrated to sleep. Frustrated that you couldn't help, that all you could do was wait and hope she returns home safely. You were also frustrated because the two of you haven't been able to have sex in almost a week. To most people that's normal but for the two of you that's almost an eternity.

As you laid there with your mind spinning your hand wandered down your stomach and traveled down between your legs. Your fingers danced along the lace hem of your underwear before slipping underneath it. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as your fingertips found and slowly began to circle your clit. It's not that you were trying to make yourself cum - Alcina all but forbid you from doing so without her explicit permission - but you were just trying to release some of the built up tension. As you pressed harder against your clit a small moan rumbled in the back of your throat.

Your fingers dipped lower and you collected your arousal onto them and brought them back to your clit once more. Soon your underwear became too confining so you peeled them off and tossed them aside, spreading your legs wider as you pleasured yourself more.

The circles you were making around your clit became faster and tighter before you brought yourself to the edge and back down again. After doing that a few times you slid two of your fingers between your folds before pushing them deep into you. You were so focused on the sensation of your fingers pumping in and out of you you didn't hear the balcony door open or hear Alcina walk into the room.

"Well, well. What do we have here, little one?" She asks, her voice dark and sultry.

You immediately slammed your legs shut and shot up in bed, your head snapping towards the direction of her voice.

"A-alcina, I didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously. You were much too enthralled with pleasuring yourself. In my bed."

You can practically hear the smirk in her voice and you know in your heart of hearts that her brow is raised in your direction. As you open your mouth to respond, Alcina steps out of the shadow and into the light. The first thing you notice are her gigantic, beautiful wings. The second, her tentacles writhing around her.

"Speechless already?" She teases and you realize your mouth is open and you snap it shut.

Alcina's dress is torn and covered in blood, as are her hands, face, neck, and chest. Somehow her lipstick is still pristine and her perfectly plump lips are curved into a smirk as she glares down at you. She saunters towards the bed and drags one of her nails up your leg, stopping at the hem of your nightgown.

"Such a naughty little girl." She mutters as her eyes rake over you. "I suppose it's time I've taught you a lesson, isn't it?" You stare up at her wide-eyed and speechless. She places her finger underneath your chin and lifts it. "Use your words, little one."

"Yes." You breathe.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes mistress."

Her smile widens into a bigger smirk and her hand leaves your face.

"Very well then. I shall be right back, stay put." She says before turning around and heading towards the bathroom. Just before she closes the door she turns and looks at you. "And do not touch yourself. Understood?"

"Yes mistress."

"Excellent."

A few agonizing minutes later Alcina emerges from the bathroom, naked and free of her ruined dress and blood. To your surprise - and excitement - her wings and tentacles were still out. You would have thought that she would have let them dissolve when she was in the bathroom but a new excitement pulsed in your core as she stalked her way to the bed - eyeing you like a predator focused on its prey.

You stared at her with wide eyes as she towered over you. Before she was even able to speak you raised your arms above your head. An almost sinister smile spread across her lips when she saw you submit to her without her even needing to say so.

"Being good now, are we?" She asks as her eyes raked over your body.

"Yes mistress."

The bed dips as she kneels on it and you instinctively spread your legs for her.

"So obedient. And without me even having to utter a single word." She says as she drags one of her nails down your chest, leaving a light red mark in its trail.

Alcina leans over you, placing each of her hands on either side of your raised arms. The smirk on her face grows wider and you feel something smooth wrap around your wrists, binding them together. Looking up you see one of her tentacles wrapped around them. Your heartbeat begins to increase with excitement. She's never used her tentacles in bed before and you're just as excited as you are nervous about it.

Just then you feel two of her tentacles wrap around each of your thighs and they spread your legs wider. Alcina settles herself between them and brushes her lips against yours, teasing you. Her warm breath skates across your face and you have to stop yourself from trying to grind your hips into her.

She continues to brush her lips against yours and when she pulls away you let out a small whine.

"Whining already, are we? Draga mea I've barely begun."

"Please." You whimper.

Alcina cocks an eyebrow at you and leans back down. She presses her lips into yours and kisses you hard. Her tongue glides over your lips and you part them. The second your lips part her tongue forces itself into your mouth and begins to circle yours. Alcina places one of her hands in the middle of your chest as she kisses you. Her nails graze your skin and as she kisses you harder her hand slides up to grab your throat. Her grip around your neck tightens just a bit and you groan. Alcina is able to feel the vibration against her hand and she breaks the kiss to look down at you.

"Gods, look at you. All pretty and tied up for me. You'll let me do anything I want to you, won't you draga?"

"Yes mistress."

"Such a good girl. So obedient for your lady. If you behave maybe I'll show you some mercy and make you feel good. But if you are disobedient," she tightens her grip around your neck just enough to barely cut off your airflow. "I won't be so gracious. Understand?" She growls before loosening her grip on your neck.

"Yes mistress. I'll be good. I promise."

"Good." She says before diving back in and kissing you hard once more.

With each movement of her tongue she pulls moans and groans from the back of your throat. She swallows each of your sounds with an eagerness you don't see often.

Alcina finally breaks the kiss and sits up. She crawls up so each of her knees are on either side of your still bound arms. Looking up you can see her dripping pussy just inches from your face. As you look further up you see the soft curves of her stomach, the undersides of her gigantic breasts, her hardened nipples, and finally her glowing gold eyes.

"Be a good pet and make mommy feel good. If you do I just might reward you."

Before you can even nod in response Alcina lowers herself onto you, the taste of her juices flooding your mouth. You eagerly lap at her cunt, licking through her folds, circling her clit and diving back between her soaked lips. You repeat this a few times before giving extra attention to her swollen clit. Taking it between your lips, you suck on it and flick your tongue over her soft flesh. Alcina's hips buck and she lets out a moan. As you lick and suck at her clit more she begins to rock her hips against your face. One of her hands grabs at your hair as she fucks herself with your mouth.

"Yes draga, right there!" She cries out.

Alcina must have been as desperate as you were because before you know it, you feel her walls clench down around your tongue as you dart it in and out of her cunt. Knowing she's close, you latch onto her clit again and suck and flick your tongue over it until you feel her shake above you.

"Don't you dare stop." She growls. "Just like that, you're gonna make me - fuck - you're gonna make me cum baby."

Small mewls and moans escape from her lips before her shaking legs tremble and her moans grow louder. She grinds down harder on your face before throwing her head back and crying out.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes!" She screams.

Her juices drip out of her as she cums in your mouth and you lap up every drop, not giving her a moment of reprieve. You can feel her arousal coating your mouth, chin and cheeks. After one more suck to her overly sensitive clit she sharply inhales and pulls away from your mouth, trying to catch her breath.

Moving back down, she wipes your face with her thumb and slides it into your mouth. Letting out a moan when you taste her cum on her thumb, you lick and suck at it until it's clean.

"Good girl." She purrs. "You did so good for mommy. You made me cum so hard with your diligent little tongue."

A cool breeze passes through the room and you feel the wetness between your legs as her tentacles are still spreading them wide. The feeling of the breeze across your pussy sends a shiver down your spine and Alcina feels you shake underneath her.

Alcina leans down and kisses you. Much to your surprise, she kisses you with a softness you weren't expecting. Just as you melt into the kiss you feel something prodding at your entrance and then slide into you. You moan into Alcina's mouth as you feel your walls stretch against the size of whatever just went inside of you. She breaks the kiss and pulls away. You notice her hands are once more on either side of your arms and you see a wicked smile across her face. Looking down, you see one of her tentacles withering inside of you.

The moment Alcina sees you see her tentacle she pulls it out and slams it back into you, causing your back to arch and for you to cry out. It slides deeper inside of you and twists and turns, hitting spots inside of you that you never knew existed. She thrusts it in and out of you and you whine and moan with each movement.

The tentacle curls into your walls and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cry out her name.

"Oh fuck Alcina!"

"Good girl draga, look at you, my little slut. Letting me fuck you in this state. Are you mommy's good girl? Her little slut? To play with and fuck?" She asks as she thrusts it faster in and out of you.

"Yes! Fuck! Yes I love it. I'm your little slut mommy." You whimper.

"Mmm, I love hearing you say that." She says as she leans over you once more. "Do you know why, draga mea?" You shake your head "no" as your eyes roll back again. "Because, you. Are. Mine." She growls, punctuating each word with a hard thrust into you. "Mine to fuck. Mine to dominate. Mine to kiss. Mine to touch. Mine to love. You're mine." She says, thrusting harder and harder with each word she emphasizes.

You nod your head as your vision clouds with bliss.

"Say it." She growls.

"I'm yours, all yours. Forever, Alcina." You whimper.

You hear Alcina moan and you muster up enough strength to open your eyes as she fucks you. Her head is thrown back and her hips are gyrating between your legs. You see one of her larger tentacles deep inside of her pussy. A moan slips from your lips as you watch her and she slowly looks down at you. When her eyes open you see that there's only a sliver of gold left in her irises, the rest swallowed up by her blown pupils.

Alcina brings you to the edge, you feel yourself clenching down around her tentacle and just before you cum she lowers you back down. Crying out in protest, you hear her dark chuckle.

"Oh draga mea, did you really think it would be that simple?" She says with a devilish grin.

She thrusts her tentacles in and out of the both of you, slowly building up her own orgasm as she brings you to the edge and back down over and over again until you're pulling at your restraints.

"What's the matter?" She says with a pout.

"Please." You whine.

"Please what?"

"Please make me cum!"

"Have you learned your lesson, little one?"

"Yes!"

"And what was it?" She asks as she teases you with her tentacle.

"I won't touch myself without your permission ever again. I promise!" You cry out.

"Good girl."

"Please, please let me cum!" You say as tears well up in the corners of your eyes.

"Not yet draga mea. I promise I will, but not yet. Mommy wants to cum with you." You nod your head and a tear escapes. Alcina leans forward and wipes it away. "Oh, draga mea fata. I love how desperate you get when I deny you over and over again." She coos. (my sweet girl.)

You can feel your orgasm building up again and you're convinced you're going to lose your mind if she denies you one more time.

"Please! Please!" You cry out.

Alcina's moans grow louder and louder as she grinds down on her own tentacle. Her movements become more and more erratic and you feel her tentacle frantically thrusting in and out of you.

"Fuck mommy, I'm gonna cum!" You cry as you feel yourself clenching down around her tentacle.

"Good girl, mommy's so close. Oh, fuck! Fuck yes." She moans into your neck as you grind into her.

"Mommy, please!"

"Cum with me, baby. Oh fuck! Cum with me!" She cries as she throws her head back and her body shakes over you.

Less than a second later you're sent into outer space. Finally reaching the climax you've been so desperate for. Your back arches off of the bed and you cry out as she relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm.

"Fuck!!!" You scream.

Alcina keeps fucking you and herself before finally slowing the pace of her tentacles down.

As the two of you come down from your highs Alcina slips the tentacles out of both of you and she rides out the remainder of her descent by grinding onto your leg. You grind back into her and she kisses you before moaning into your mouth.

Her frantic kisses slow as she comes down from her high. She stops grinding on you and continues to passionately kiss you. The tentacles she had wrapped around your wrists and legs release you from their grip and you run your fingers through her hair as you kiss her.

Alcina rolls to her side without breaking the kiss and you follow. You feel her smile into the kiss as it comes to a stop and Alcina rests her forehead against yours. She rubs her nose against yours before placing a kiss on the apple of your cheek. When you open your eyes you're met with her gorgeous gold irises.

"Although I didn't appreciate you breaking my rule - thank you, draga." She says before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "That was exactly what I needed after dealing with those hunters."

"Of course, my love. I'm glad I was able to help." You say, kissing her back. "And in my defense, I didn't make myself cum." You say with a smirk.

"Brat." Alcina says, not bothering to mask her smile before she kisses you again.

[lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Silly and self Indulgent scenario that's been living in my head since I've started learning coding like javascript and html awhile ago, like pls let Idia teach me, I'll listen to everything he has say. Or not. Probably not. I would probably be looking at him all the time like 👀💞.

Coming from someone as quiet as Idia, people would think that he only hides inside his room and that only silence surrounds him. But that was far from true, Idia laughed, screamed or hummed all the time when he was safe and sound inside those comforting walls and, like now, his fingers tapped the keyboard keys frantically.

"What's that supposed to be?" You asked, pointing to a series of strange codes on Idia's dimly lit computer screen. How he could see with all the lights off, you didn't know. But at least, you now knew why he complained about his eyes hurting.

Idia replied without turning around, "They're called arrays. They're used to store more than one code inside a variable, Yuu-shi."

You made an understanding sound even though you didn't understand what that meant. You remembered a thing or two about your world's programming, but the memories were blurred and as today was an especially calm day, you decided to pull a chair close to his desk and sit next to Idia to watch him work. Maybe it would help to understand what those "arrays" were for if you could watch him, besides it was fun.

You noticed how his fingers trembled slightly against the keyboard and the ends of his hair turned pink at your sudden approach, but you preferred to spare him the embarrassment and just watch him create his codes. It was almost peaceful the sound of his fingers and his soft humming.

"That's an opening tag right there, right?" You pointed again not sure and he nodded.

"Yuu-shi..." He mumbled as if unsure of his proposal. Even though you're friends, he's too scared to voice his ideas sometimes and you don't force him to say anything while you wait for him to search for the right words. Finally after a few seconds Idia turns to you with a small smile on his face. "S-sit closer, you'll be able to see better that way. I can even explain what each code is for if that doesn't bore you."

That was his shy way of saying that he would like to have you around and that he didn't mind your questions, and you readily nodded, pulling the chair closer and resting your face in your hand. Idia kept working, fingers practicing typing over and over entire columns of tags and other codes that you gradually remembered the name.

"Yuu-shi, you never told me that you, uh, liked programming." He mutters uncertainly. But then a wide smile spreads across his lips and he looks at you sideways, laughing sinisterly. "But that means I can teach you everything I know, and after I've stuffed all possible coding knowledge into your little pretty head, Yuu-shi, you will evolve from an R card to a UR+."

You shudder comically, wondering if it was too late to run. But Idia's cool hand closes over your wrist and his slender fingers find their way to yours, lacing them together as he opens another page on his computer.

"Let's start with your lesson, Yuu-shi, and... And, uh... And if you get everything right, I have a reward in mind." Idia declares, a rosy blush taking over his face.

And truly how couldn't you deny him that?

[roxannepolice]

ok. so. i saw ur tags on my chameleon arch = self destruction breakdown and i literally cannot tell you how fucking ecstatic i was!!! i loved the parallel you drew to the master as well. like that one post that says something like “when the master became human he became basically good and the doctor became a bit of a dick”, you pointed out a connection i never would have made on my own!! i do think you’re right in saying that maybe the master has the potential to save people, and that made me readjust how i looked at the humanisation process meta-wise. i think that john smith is functionally a sort of warped version of the doctor rather than an opposite, because the opposite of the doctor is in many ways the master. in that same vein professor yana is also a sort of warped version of the master, because to me the master is dedicated to saving themself and the doctor (because they’re gay (joke) (not really)), whereas yana ended up saving everyone. yana is a much more radical change from the master and it might honestly be in part because he’s spent so long as human — he says he was a child when he was found — and john smith only really lived for about two months so he never got to develop in strict opposition to the doctor. we do get to see a small glimpse of that future, which you can argue is a direct opposite of at least one aspect of the doctor, i.e. inescapable never ending loneliness and the inability to have long term relationships like that, but ultimately there’s a bit more nuance than i originally saw. anyway THANK YOU FOR THE TAGS

For the context, here are the tags:

Thank you so much for writing! Yeah, I do think that maybe it's not as simple as Doctor automatically being a dick when human and the Master being a good person when human, but the warping (great choice of word!) is definitely there and the reversal struck me as very intentional. I think the chameleon arch very much fits into the whole nature vs. nurture dispute (which is why it reminds me of Blaine-Slitheen reversing into an egg; like, yes, it's still the same life being lived but is it really the same person getting a second chance?). John Smith is basically an AI generated higher middle class mid 30s edwardian Englishman. A very advanced AI, but essentially AI generated. He only has the necessary memories and accepts the premises of his circumstances as this is all his "programming" allows him. I've seen someone ranting if we are to understand the Doctor is subconsciously racist and I would answer no!, if John Smith was supposed to blend into 2000s society he would view Martha quite differently from how he does in the episode (and I can't not share my cracky Toddler!Smith AU).

On a deeper lever there's the question of whether the Doctor is essentially, regardless of circumstances, more conformist than the Master, more willing to accept the dumb prejudices of the society he lands in, and this is hard to answer as well! As you pointed out, the Yana we meet is more "organically formed" than John Smith, that is he was actually raised for a few decades instead of being a ready made 30-something man. And the society he was raised in is specifically the end-all, final form of all sentient existence. There are no more discoveries to be made, no new peoples, species and worlds to meet and explore, no paradigm shifts left and now I wonder if his genius stems partially from the fact that everything he would learn was somehow flowing into a subconscious "wait, I've already learned that and was good at it". And the best part is there is still some of the Master's pragmatic survival of the fittest attitude in Yana, for all his selflessness, as in the moment he waves off another lost soul in search of Utopia. Just as John Smith still has the pull towards rescuing that baby in a stroller.

Again, for me this is all about nature vs. nurture (fuck off with the Doctor has always been the Doctor and always never used guns idea). The Master audio kind of simplifies it in which one is Death's champion, but metaphorically it makes the point clear: under different cirumstances the Doctor would have been the Master and the Master the Doctor. And neither would be what they are if the other wasn't what they are.

[yonemurishiroku]

hey I just read your post abt where you answered an anon abt how even tho u kinda hate him u don't shit on him intentionally but would if promted or asked .that you would put it under percy hate tag and I just.....I respect so much rlly Ily and I'm can be like rlly pity sometimes and I wanna like u teach me ur ways

oh. wow. uhm. Thanks for your compliment, I guess? 😳 LOL I just think that letting people enjoy things was the least respect I can give to other media consumers.

Actually no. I just think that I don't have to waste my time hating something when I clearly can be dedicating my time and effort to those I love.

I hope I can teach you my ways but to be honest, since the day I came to know of the fandom culture, I've been instructed to respect others' choices of consumption. It came as a way of life, I think? Like basic manners in fandom space. I suppose it does have something with the fact that the Asian fandom, where I come from, has always been more lenient, dare I say respectful, and open in comparison with the Westerners, by which PJO thrives.

If I have to give you any advice though, I think I have a few that would help:

Before you send any hate, ask yourself if this is really worth your time, and if you'd be really feeling better if you engage with what you dislike.

Most of the time, it's just not worth it. Yeah maybe at that time, shitting on something you hate might sound fun, but at the end of the day, you'd only have burdened yourself with a sense of frustration and ruined others' fun. Try scrolling away the second you feel like you're not enjoying yourself. Pretend they don't exist. You'd forget about it like three minutes later. It helps a lot.

This is not real life. You can hardly (if ever) change someone's mind by arguing with them online. There's no need to trouble yourself, right?

Accept that whatever you like, there's always someone who dislikes it; and whatever you hate or feel disturbed at, there's always someone who's into that.

Because we're humans. and humans are self-centered at birth. we're not saints. we love and we hate as we'd like. it's just how we are. And it's fictional anyway. Who caressss. Let us love and let us hate.

This is... really a very simple thing in the Asian fandom, actually, but somehow the Westerners miss out. I've seen Twitter accounts condemning those who support pairings they disapprove of. I find it stupid and meaningless. Just. Don't. 😔😔😔

Which also means acknowledging your dislikes btw. You might figure out your reasons, but don't try justifying them. You hate whatever you don't like, that's all. Rant as you want. just avoid the fan's space. Don't jump into their sanctuary and commit blasphemy.

As I usually do, I might dislike Percy as he is, but I'm aware half of the fandom's in love with him, and that's okay! I know I don't like him though, so I stay away from his tag, and if I'm ranting I'm putting it somewhere fewer Percy fans can see. You wouldn't want to see hate in your blorbo tag now would you? It's just respect in its simplest form.

Fictional characters don't have rights. The only right they have is copyright. Just remember that the next time you feel offended in your blorbo's place.

However, I'm aware most of these just... don't apply to the wester fandom. yeah I don't know why either, everybody has this need for justice (their justice) somehow...

I suppose it'd be hard for you, but if you'd like to change your perspective to have a better, more peaceful fandom experience, I strongly recommend following the above.

I hope you have great experiences in this fandom culture. With love.

[omegawolverine]

the reason why c!schlatt apologists are superior to c!dream apologists is bc when they say "so what if he's evil? he looked cool doing it" they say it, they mean it and they leave it at that. meanwhile, c!dream apologists will start an argument by saying "so what? he was hot doing it" and then end up arguing with you for 20 paragraphs about how, actually, dream was forced to be a villain by wilbur and co and it's all wilbur's fault, while ignoring the fact that, even if that was true, he still abused multiple children and knowingly chose to ruin all his relationships for power.

[angelface-posts]

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Notes: um hi, kind of crazy that people read my writing????? I did not think that anyone would so thank you to everyone that did <33 ily all!! Also please send asks and stuff, i wanna hear ur horny thoughts.

Also I am aware how stupid fuck or die is but idc and the situation was hard to think of so sorry if it sucks but I think we are all just here to see Frank’s cock so ignore that it is very unrealistic. 

reblogs and likes much appreciated :D <3

Pairing: Frank Castle x female!reader.

Summary: Your job with Madani often includes dangerous situations and today was one of those days. Some asshole drugged you with an aphrodisiac and of course only cumming will stop a horrible fiery death, the asshole in question just so happened to be someone the Punisher was after too, will you and Frank cross that line to save each other? 

Warnings/ tags: DUBCON (cuz sex pollen, but they both want each other, even without the pollen), p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names, blowjob, masterbation (f), fuck or die lol

lmk if I missed any tags!!

MDNI !! 18+ ONLY I WILL BLOCK U

Today was supposed to be a good fucking day. You had been tracking this asshole for what felt like forever and to make it even sweeter you had an inkling that the Punisher himself was going to be there and you were going to get them both, two birds with one stone and all that. 

You did not anticipate that the asshole would have gotten his hands on some ex-military biological weaponry, god bless America, right? 

You had gone in alongside Madani but the two of you got split up when he started shooting, leaving you and him in one room together and Madani god knows where. 

“Just hand yourself in, there’s no way for you to get out and you’re making it worse for yourself the longer you shoot at us!” You shout across to him, trying to get him to come with you semi willingly. 

Before you could say anything more though, the room is filled with gas, what you assumed was just a smokescreen to allow him to get away unseen. However, in a matter of seconds you are beginning to feel faint and disoriented. You must pass out because the next thing you know you are in the arms of one incredibly strong man who is dressed all in black. 

“Frank?” you groan out.

“I got you, sweetheart, come on just a little further.”

“It hurts, Frank.” your words come out breathy as heat forms under your skin, the close proximity with Frank only making it come on quicker. 

“What hurts, darlin’? You hit anywhere?” His voice is fraught with panic.

“Not hit, it hurts down-down there.” Even with your mind full of drugs the phrase causes heat to flare in your face and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

He is carrying you bridal style and your thighs rub together slightly with his heavy steps, you are barely aware of your surroundings, only thinking about the desire pooling inside you. Suddenly a cool breeze sweeps across your skin making you sigh contentedly as it soothes your burning skin.

You reach what you assume is Frank’s van and he manoeuvres you into the passenger seat, leaving the door open to give you air while he pulls out his phone. 

He holds it to his ear for just a few seconds before he starts berating whoever is on the other end, the rising of that deep gravelly voice and the way the vein on his neck stands proud send you further into overdrive. 

“...so you just fucking left her there?! You thought she was gone- Madani the next time I see you, you better be wearing a bulletproof vest. What was that fucking gas anyway, she’s burning up and says she’s in pain…an ‘af’ what? Aphrodisiac? Well what the hell does that mean?... Christ. I was only in there for a few minutes, I feel alright, a little hot but judging by the looks of her it’s not as serious...”

You can only hear Frank’s replies to Madani so you can’t really tell what’s going on, not that you would be much use at the moment anway, all you can think about is the slick building between your legs and how fucking good Frank looks right now. 

Jesus, was he always this attractive? 

Yes. 

Fuck. 

How long have I had the hots for the fucking Punisher?? 

Get it together.

But he looks so good, fucking hell…

After his angry phone call, Frank walks back to the passenger side of the van. 

“Hey, sweetheart, how you doing?”

“Not good, hurts so bad Frank.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Madani said it’s some kind of drug and you need to, uhh, finish to make it go away. I’m gonna get you home, okay? And then I can ring someone for you, yeah? A partner or ex? A friend even, someone you trust. Can you try and think of someone for me?”

“Uhghg there isn’t anyone.” You groan, frustrated that he can’t see what’s right in front of him. “I-i want you Frank, please.” you’re practically whining now, with need and also the thought of Frank denying you release.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, it’s the drug talking, c’mon lets get you somewhere safer.”

“No, I’ve wanted you for a long time but I could never admit it” you would have been shy under any other circumstance but the drug was working quickly, was it a truth serum as well as an aphrodisiac?

“Jesus, sweetheart, you really don’t know what you're saying right now, you don’t want me, I can promise you that. Deserve someone better than this.” He chuckles dryly at the end, dragging a hand down his face and shaking his head slightly. 

“Stop telling me what I want Frank. I need you, I think I trust you more than anyone I know…judging from that you need me too.” You gesture to the slight bulge in his trousers. 

“That’s not- that’s not what you think.” He replies, his eyes flitting around nervously, his ears taking on a pinker hue than before. Fuck, had you just made the Punisher blush? as if you could find him any more attractive. 

“What I think, Frank, is that you were in that room too, so you must have inhaled at least some of the drug. Please, it hurts so bad, I just need you to make it better.”

“For fucks sake,” he mutters to himself under his breath before looking you in the eyes, “I just don’t want to do anything to hurt you, alright? And what if after this wears off you don’t feel the same way, huh, what then?!”

“Frank I’ll feel the same, I have felt this way for too long. If you don’t drive me somewhere else we are going to end up fucking right here in the car park.” 

He slams your door and rounds the van in a jog, throwing himself into the seat and speeding onto the main road, anxiously looking at you from time to time. 

The drug has practically taken full effect now, whereas before you could hold a semi-fluent conversation, now all you can’t think of anything but the heat curling in the pit of your stomach and the tingling between your thighs. Frank must sense the change in you because he reaches across to squeeze your arm. He meant it to be reassuring but in your drug infused mind all it did was make the fire burn more fiercely. You inhale sharply before letting out a small moan, your hips rolling in your seat. 

“Frank please!” You sob out, you’re properly begging now, all shame gone out of the window. 

“Just a little longer, sweetheart, I’m sorry, we aren’t far now.” His eyebrows are drawn together and his voice is laced with genuine concern. He has retracted his hand from your overheated skin now, resting them firmly on the steering wheel, knuckles practically white. 

Suddenly, the urge gets too much and you have to find some kind of relief. Your hand pushes past the waistband of your trousers and into your underwear, which you find completely soaked. Your wet folds feel hot and swollen, your body begging for release.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just have to- it’s too much Frank, I have to,” your words come out confused and whiny, too focused on the overwhelming feeling to be coherent. 

“S’okay, baby, do what you gotta do.” His low voice sends a shiver through you and you whimper when your eyes catch his, finding only concern and perhaps some desire rather than the disgust or judgement you expected to be there. 

Your fingers work quickly, rubbing over your slippy folds and protruding bundle of nerves. The feeling is like nothing else you have ever felt, the pleasure magnified to a huge degree. Finally you sink your fingers into your heat, a relieved sigh slips out of you and you see Frank briefly look in your direction. His eyes locked on the sight of your hand working into yourself under your trousers, and you see him shift slightly in his own seat. 

You keep rocking onto your own fingers, your chest is heaving now and your moans and whines are getting louder by the minute. 

“Fuck, feel s’good, Frank, I wish it was you, love your hands so much,” you’re not even aware of what you’re saying at this point but it spurs Frank into playing along now. 

“That so, baby? What do you like about these hands, huh?” He’s trying to help you over the edge without having to touch you himself, still concerned about overstepping boundaries. He thought that maybe if you came like this, the drug might wear off enough that you wouldn’t need him, and he would go home alone and spend some time with his own hand to work the drug out of his system too. 

“Uhhh, they’re so fuckin’ big Frank, d’you know that? Fuck, and they look so strong too, just wanna feel them all over me.” You’re so close now you can feel the rush of it coming on strong, hips moving fast against your fingers, your palm catches just right against your clit and you’re there. Moaning out Frank’s name and bucking wildly, legs shaking and closing around your hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl, there we go. Sh sh sssh, you’re alright, did so good.” He speaks to you soft and low, stealing glances at you to try and gauge how you’re feeling now, whilst also trying not to crash the van. “You feeling any better, sweetheart?” Finally he has pulled into the parking lot at his apartment.

“Need more, Frank, I’m sorry, please, I need you, need more” Your voice is just wet sobbing at this point, you can’t help but feel so overwhelmed at all these feelings. Cumming has left you more sated now, but the ache isn’t fully gone, and you just want him close to you.  

“Shsh ssh, it’s alright, gonna take good care of you, darlin’, don’t you worry.” he strokes his fingers gently across your cheek before pulling you closer and kissing your head lightly. 

He gets out of the van and rounds to your side, opening the door before leaning across you to undo the belt. If the sweet heady smell of you was strong in the van, leaning close like this makes it completely overwhelming to him, another effect of the drug. He holds a hand out and helps you out of the van, ushering you towards the building and thanking whatever god was out there that the lift had been fixed a few days before. 

Eventually you reach his apartment and he leads you to the bedroom, sparse and lacking personality for the most part, the only sign of his living there are the stack of books on the bedside table. The sheets are clean and tidy - military habits are hard to kick - and his pillow smells faintly of him once he lies you down on it. You sigh out at the warm feeling the scent gives you, pheromones enhanced by the drug making you light headed.

“What do you need, baby?” he’s lying practically on top of you, supported by one arm, leaving the other free so he can softly cup your face.

“You Frank, please, anything you’ll give me, want it all.” you’re breathless with need, practically panting under him.

He smiles softly at your heated words, his free hand moving from your face to stroke down your side before pulling at the waistband of your trousers, you lift your hips to allow him to free you of your underwear at the same time and then he helps you pull off the rest of your clothes leaving you bare to him. 

His hand moves between your thighs now, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slick, messy circles over you, a content noise catching in your throat at the relief of him finally touching you.

“So wet baby, you came so much already, huh?” His words make you moan, arching up to him, his head is buried in your neck now, leaving small kisses as he talks to you. All the while, his fingers never falter, even with your writhing under him.

“Feel’s s’good Frank, don’t stop,” you’re so lost in your pleasure that you don’t even acknowledge his question, but the wet sound of his fingers once he pushes them into you highlights just how slick you are. All he can do is smile fondly at your hazy state, kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth, slightly in awe of the view of you under him.

The drug has been working slower on him, him being bigger and having had a smaller dose than you but he is certainly feeling something from it, heat rising under his skin and the aching of his cock reminds him that he needs to cum too. 

“These hands living up to expectation?” He smirks down at you, your eyebrows drawn together in pleasure, mouth hanging open with silent moans and pants you can’t contain. You just nod desperately in affirmation, words failing you. 

His long fingers are reaching parts of you that yours can’t seem to, pumping against your g-spot practically in time with the rapid beating of your heart. Your hips rock up to his hand, moving with his fingers and the obscene sloshing sound of your pussy is almost pornographic. 

You keep moving with him until you reach your end, hips shuddering and bucking, your moans loud enough for neighbours to hear now. He praises you through the whole thing, how good you look coming undone for him, the impossible clenching of your pretty little pussy. 

You have barely come back down as he moves himself between your legs properly now, kissing you deeply and rutting against you, you suddenly realise he still has his clothes on and the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against you. 

“Can I fuck you now, baby? Shit, that drugs some powerful stuff, I’ve never - ah fuck - never been this hard in my fucking life.” He’s still moving against you as he talks and peppering kisses to your face and lips. 

“Please, Frank, I want it,” your multiple orgasms mean the drug is just a small buzz under your skin now, instead of a roaring fire but still all you want is to feel him fill you to the hilt, stretch you out and to see him come undone just like you did. 

He makes quick work of his clothes, you don’t miss the wet patch along the zipper caused by your pussy rubbing against him. When he finally gets his boxers off you can’t help but inhale a small gasp at the sight of him. Standing proud, the tip looks almost angrily red and you have no idea how he held out this long, making sure you were taken care of while he himself was in just as bad shape. 

“So pretty, Frankie,” you can’t help the soft adoration from leaving your lips, “can I taste you?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you tryna make a man blush? ‘Pretty’” he scoffs under his breath and shakes his head looking away from you, but he can’t help how his heart swells slightly at your praise, “you don’t gotta do all that, honey-” 

“But I want to, so bad.” You cut him off and move to the edge of the bed grasping one of his arms to pull him closer before smoothing your hands up the sides of his thighs, reaching for his cock, looking up briefly to see his nod of consent before taking the hard velvet into your hand. 

You pump him softly and he lets out a groan at the relief of your touch, hips bucking slightly as he gets used to the pleasure. 

“Sorry, can’t help it darlin’, feels so good.” His speech is breathy and strained.

“S’okay, just want you to feel good,” you reply before taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. A lot of him doesn’t fit so you work him with your hand at the same time, bobbing your head and moaning at the feel of him filling your mouth. You continue like this for a few minutes, licking and sucking to your heart's content, Frank growing more and more needy by the second. 

“Jesus, m’not gonna last, baby, I gotta be inside, that okay?” he pulls you off of him with a wet pop. Your soft please is all it takes to have him lifting you back on to the bed properly and slotting between your thighs. You’re still so slick from cumming earlier that he glides into you with hardly any resistance. You both moan out as he pushes all the way in, before stilling as best he can to check you’re alright. 

You buck your own hips slightly and he gets the picture and begins moving, his hips hardly leaving yours before snapping back to you. His pelvis catches your clit just right and with how sensitive you are it doesn’t take long for you to be nearing that all encompassing feeling yet again. 

“Goddamn, baby, this perfect little pussy. You gonna cum? Can feel you clenching around me.” His voice is strained with the effort of trying to keep composure but he manages to look into your eyes as he talks, overwhelming you in the best way, unable to see or feel anything but him. 

“Yeah, I’m so close, please don’t stop, you feel s’good.” All you can do is whine under him, clinging on to his arms for some semblance of grounding. 

He speeds up at your words, grunting in earnest, the sound of your wetness and your skin meeting again and again pushes you both to the edge. He drops down right as he releases groaning loudly against you, hips stuttering in their rhythm. You cum hard, it blindsides you, you bite into his shoulder to try and mute your moans but they seem to escape anyway. 

You lay there for a while both panting before you break the silence with laughter, you can’t help it. You’re laughing at how ridiculous the situation was and at the sheer amount of bliss that coursed through you, leaving you thoroughly exhausted and content. 

“What you laugh at, pretty girl?” He moves to lie beside you, taken aback at how gorgeous you look, fucked out and happy. 

“I don’t even know,” you smile like an idiot before kissing him, it’s mostly teeth through your smiles but it’s sweet. “Thank you. For looking after me, Frank, I’m so glad this happened, glad it was you.”

“It was my pleasure,” he jokes before turning more serious, “I’m glad you don’t regret anything, sweetheart. Will you stay here for the night? Not done taking care of you yet.”

You do stay, and true to his word he takes care of you, in a much more innocent way. Running you a hot bath and bathing you himself, cleaning your skin softly and giving you sweet kisses as he goes. He warms some clothes for you in the tumble drier and cooks you a simple pasta dish. He even changes the sheets on the bed before cuddling you to sleep, facing each other, your head tucked into his neck and his hands softly tracing up and down your back. 

Yeah, maybe today was a good day and maybe you didn’t want to put the punisher away after all…

[shoutaaizawas]

Oooh, how about Aizawa whose S/O is a fellow Hero and gets sent on a longish mission out of town, so he's waiting for them to get back, only to get a call a few days later like "hey uh this is the Hero Comission ur boo got injured whoopsie anyways come get them from the hospital and don't kill us pls"

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝perfect❞

summary: aizawa gets a call and he doesn’t hesitate to go see you word count: 600+ tags/warnings: fluff author’s notes: thank you for the request, i love the idea of the commission being low key scared of aizawa

Aizawa was a realistic man, he wasn’t prone to worrying. But on occasion, there were situations where it was warranted. You had been on a mission for two weeks now. A mission that was only supposed to take one week.

Even his students had noticed how worried he was. That’s how he knew it was bad. It was hard to even be tired when all he could think was every bad scenario that could have happened.

The mission you were on was secretive and left it so you couldn’t contact anyone till it was over. But why was it taking so long?

Aizawa’s phone rang and his heart fell in his stomach when he saw the hero commission’s number pop up. It couldn’t be good.

“Aizawa speaking.” He said.

“I’m calling on behalf of the commission to notify you that your partner was injured on their mission.” They said. His stomach churned. “The injuries are not major and they are ready to be picked up. I’ll forward you the information.” He didn’t miss how nervous they sounded and how quick they were to hang up.

Injuries weren’t major. He scoffed at the thought, he didn’t care if it was just a scratch. He always struggled at the sight of you being hurt. It wasn’t good, he knew. You were both heroes, you couldn’t afford to constantly be fretting over each other but it was hard to hold back.

Aizawa got to the hospital five minutes sooner than the GPS said he would be there. His heart was pounding in his chest he just needed to see you, see that you were alright.

The nurse showed him to your room quickly noting the expression on his face.

When he entered your room he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when he saw your face. For a split second, he was unworried, that was until he noticed your injuries.

There was a scratch along your cheek that looked red along with bandages wrapped around your head and he could see more bandages wrapped around your torso and chest peeking out from under your medical gown.

“Surprise.” You said giving half-hearted jazz hands. Aizawa frowned. “I really know how to make a reunion special don’t I?”

Aizawa sighed before walking over to the side of the bed. He took your hand in his and squeezed it tightly.

“I think you enjoy torturing me.” He sighed.

“It’s hardly my fault that I got injured.” You defended playfully.

“I know.” He said leaning in to kiss you. Your lips against his made him feel whole again as his worry melted away.

“They said I’m good to go home.” You told him.

“Let’s take you home then.” He said.

It never ceased to amaze you just how gentle Shouta was with you. Most people thought he was harsh or uncaring but it was just the opposite. It was hidden away, you had to look carefully but when you saw it you would find he cared a lot more than most people did.

For you it was easy to see, it was the way he helped you into his car. The way he insisted on carrying you into your shared apartment. The way he grabbed you a glass of water and ordered your favorite take-out without even asking because he knew how much you hated hospital food. The way he sat down next to you and carefully took you in his arms, almost scared to break you.

Shouta loved you and it was so plain to see in his every action.

As you drifted off to sleep on his shoulder with his arms carefully around you pulling him close all you could think was, how did you ever find someone this perfect.

[9tzuyu]

closest to me

prompt: coming out to natasha as nonbinary

note: totally meant to write this months ago, but whateverrrr. and yes, i am aware that not all nb people use they/them, this was just my own little work :p.

warnings: being scared to come out to ur sexy redhead russian of a gf :[

i’d tag but i also don’t want to somehow trigger someone :[

thank u moli for proofreading i love u to the moon and back.

. . .

you’d come out to two of your close friends, ones you knew wouldn’t judge you. they’d taken it just as expected, but that was no surprise when you’d known them your entire life. your shared opinions and thoughts were what brought you together in the first place. 

your friends immediately began using your correct pronouns, and you’d never felt more right in your life. it was refreshing to hear yourself being referred by they/them rather than she/her. their constant support made you feel normal again. after so much struggling, things were finally being put into place.

but there was one person, one very important person whom you hadn’t come out to yet, and that was your girlfriend.

natasha.

the thought of having the conversation alone with her was terrifying. granted, you knew she’d never be anything but supportive, but all the what if’s came flooding through with each attempt you made. 

your fingers trembled as you fiddled with the silver chain around your neck, a nervous habit you’d seemed to form over the years of wearing it. 

god you wanted to tell her so bad.

but as you stood in the kitchen, natasha’s hands around your waist, you began to panic all over again. the familiar fear of judgment wrapped around your throat. 

you didn’t know natasha the majority of your life like you did with friends, so you weren’t really sure what her exact opinions on different pronouns were. sure, she was part of the lgbt community, and of course she was supportive of trans people, but it still made you wonder how she’d feel about pronouns that weren’t he/him or she/her. 

“what’s on your mind, baby? i can practically hear the gears turning in your head.” 

you sighed. natasha always knew when you were lying, so you couldn’t make something up off the top of your head. she wouldn’t force you to talk either though. she’d give a push, but nothing more until you were certain you were ready — or in some cases, when she knew it was becoming too much to bear on your own. 

“just dumb stuff. i’ll get over it soon.” 

natasha nodded against your back, containing her concern for now. “you know i’m here.” she whispered, taking one of your hands away from your necklace.

“want to go downtown? we can look at some of the new shops that just opened up” 

you smiled, “sure.”

for the next few weeks, you weren’t seeming to find any relief though, and natasha picked up on it. she tried her best to make things easier for you, but none of it seemed to work. 

time and time again you reassured her that nothing was wrong, that things would clear up on their own, but another month down the road and natasha could still sense that something was eating away at you.

it’d gotten a little more obvious now. you didn’t go out as much with her when she was with her friends. the constant referral to you as something, or someone, you weren’t was a steady reminder of how outcast you’d originally felt when coming to terms with who you are. 

“she/her” felt like a slap in the face every time you heard it. the words were exhausting, damn near agonizing to hear. but day after day you tried to suck it up out of fear of being rejected by one of the very special people you loved most. 

it wasn’t until one sunday night when natasha came home to you crying in your shared bed when she’d finally had enough. her worry was through the roof and seeing you struggle so much pained her. 

she dropped her keys on the nightstand and crawled into bed behind you, securing her arms tightly around your figure. 

“talk to me. whatever it is, i want to hear about it.”

but that only made you cry harder. you couldn’t help but feel more alienated than you already felt. why were you crying over such a stupid little thing? you could already hear the false words slip from natasha’s lips.

“hey, baby. shh, shh, you’re okay.”

you turned your body to face natasha, teary eyes looking into hers. “you might hate me, or think i’m weird, or a freak, or that i’m just confused.” 

your girlfriend gently combed through your hair with her nails. “i could never think those things about you. please tell me what this is about because i have no idea and i just want to help.”

her steady hand movement rubbing your arm while the other twirled your hand between her fingertips eventually brought you to a more reasonable state. 

“you know how trans people typically go by their opposing pronouns?”

“mhm.”

“well... i don’t- i just- god this is so frustrating!” you frowned, unconsciously grasping at the chain around your neck.

“are you trying to tell me you’re trans?”

“no, no, it’s not that. well, i don’t think so, depends on who you talk to. some people like me consider themselves to be classified under the trans umbrella, but not everyone.” 

natasha hummed once more while tracing small shapes against your skin. 

“what do you think of nonbinary people? like, you know, those who don’t use she/her or he/him?” 

she shrugged, and your heart sank for a brief second before she spoke. “i don’t have a problem with it. why?”

“i don’t like being referred to as she/her. my pronouns are they/them. i’m not a man and i’m not a woman... will that ever bother you?”

a smile broke out across the redhead’s face. “doesn’t bother me one single bit. i love you for you, y/n. not for who you think you’re supposed to be.” 

relief was all you could feel. as cliche as it sounded, the weight of the world felt like it had been lifted from your shoulders. you didn’t have to worry anymore, not while natasha was around.

“is this what’s been bothering you for so long?”

you reached over and grabbed a loose red strand, it was your turn to play with her hair. “yeah. i knew you wouldn’t judge, but-”

“what if.” she confirmed and you nodded. 

“does anyone else know?”

“just my two friends i grew up with.”

“no one else?” you shook your head, looping a red curl around your finger. “nope.”

“is that why you stopped hanging out with me, tony, clint and the rest of them? because everyone referred to you as she and her?”

“yeah, felt like a punch in the stomach every time i heard it. made me feel weird, not normal i guess.” you mumbled, almost embarrassed by the confession.

natasha placed a long kiss on the top of your head, rubbing your back for extra support. “they would never judge you, i’d cut them off in a heartbeat if they did. if it helps any, i can ask how they feel about it? poke around some and let you know what they say? then when they don’t have a problem with it, which they won’t, you can come out when you’re ready, yeah?”

you nodded again, although it was slightly hesitant. “sounds good.”

“forgive me if i mess up a couple of times. i’ll try not to make a big deal out of it and just correct myself.” another kiss was delivered to your head.

“oh! last question. promise.”

“yes?”

“when im around other people and you’re not with me do you want me to use they/them? i don’t want to out you when you’re not ready.”

“i swear you’re perfect,” you giggled. “but you can use they/them both when im with you and when i’m not. just try to keep it casual? please?”

“anything for you, sweetheart.”

[takamikeiigos]

Okay I know made an ask already like 2 days ago🙄 but what if hawks s/o had to fake their death on a mission for like a month or 2😮‍💨 and when they come back the first thing they do is look for hawks even though they’re tired, beaten and look like complete shit😩😩 I’m just such a sucker for these kind of tropes !!!

Also how’s ur day been :))

ayo i got you fam!!!

this was legit all i could think of for like 3 days so i hope it's okay!!

Title: "You Came Back to Me"

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (for now)

Relationships: Hawks x Reader

Tags: temporary character death, violence, drinking as a coping mechanism (minor on hawk's part), emesis

Word Count: 2.8k

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3

You look up at the villain who currently has you pinned to the floor, your ragged breaths leaving your mouth with every rise and fall of your chest.

His vibrant green eyes are piercing as they stare down at you, his expression wicked and merciless as he presses his foot harder against your throat as a warning.

"Here are your options, darlin'," he pulls his foot away, instead opting to sit back on his haunches. He brushes your hair from your face and rests his hand on your cheek. It makes you flinch and your breath hitch.

"You either find a way to dissappear, or I'll track down that precious little birdy of yours and take his wings for myself."

○ ○ ○

- three weeks prior -

"Let me come with you. Please."

"Kei.." you say softly as you back the rest of your necessities in your bag, finally turning to look at him.

He's on edge, you can tell by his posture. His wings are drawn tight to his back, but his feathers are puffed out. It reminds you of how hair stands on end and goosebumps make them selves known under fear and stress.

"You know I can't.."

"This is too much for one person to handle." His arms are folded across his chest now as he leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.

"You don't think I can handle myself?" The words leave your mouth sounding offended, and he instantly deflates.

"That's not what I meant. If you didn't know what you were doing, you wouldn't be working for one of the top agencies in Japan." Keigo steps forward, now in your space, and you can see a faint trace of fear flicker across his face. "I just.. this man is very dangerous, y/n. And if anything happens.."

"Hey. It'll be okay. It'll only be a month and I'll be home before you know it. I won't let anything happen, I promise." Your hand falls against his cheek and he nuzzles into it, both of his hands coming to rest against your own.

"You promise?" he asks quietly, needing one more confirmation that you'll be home and safe in a couple weeks.

"I promise."

○ ○ ○

"Have you made your mind up, sweetheart?" Kimura, the man who has had the utmost pleasure in beating you within an inch of your life, asks. He slams you against the brick wall of the alleyway one more time for good measure, his hand wrapped firmly around your throat.

"Please.." you gasp out, your hands coming to wrap around his wrist, trying to relieve the pressure against your larynx. "P-please promise me you won't hurt him, that you w-wont lay a hand on him.."

He chuckles darkly, tossing you aside onto the cold, dirty floor of the alleyway.

Your vision is blurring, slowly darkening at the edges, but you manage to see him move a few feet away, bending down to pick something up off the ground. You blink sluggishly and suddenly he's in your space once more, holding the object, which you soon realize is your phone, in your face.

"Go ahead, songbird. Give him one last goodbye."

You cringe at the abuse of the nickname that you hold so dear, but weakly reach out and take your phone from his hand, Hawks' number already dialed.

All you had to do was hit send and that would be it.

You close your eyes and rest your head against the brick wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You can feel tears burning as they make themselves known, clinging to your eyelashes and not yet falling to your cheeks. You blame it on the amount of pain you're in, but you know the true reason is because you're absolutely terrified.

You press send.

As it rings you notice Kimura bringing out his own phone, holding it up and aiming it in your direction.

What a sick bastard.

"Baby bird!" Keigo's voice comes cheerfully from the other line. Though it warms and calms your senses, it still makes you sad knowing that he's completely oblivious to what's about to come.

"H-Hey, Kei.." you try your best to keep your voice steady, but the damage from excessive force to your throat is unforgiving and the words leave your mouth sounding raspy and distant.

"Y/n, where are you?" Keigo's voice drops an octave and you can tell his worry has set in, which was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

"I'm okay, just uh," you pause mid-sentence, your throat tightening around the words as tears threaten to spill again, "just got knocked around a lil bit."

Your laugh comes out bitter. You hate the sound of it.

"Y/n. Tell. Me. Where. You. A-"

"Kei, listen. I need you to know how much I.." your voice betrays you and cracks, and you suddenly find that you can't fight the overwhelming fear and sadness coming over you. You weakly bring a hand up to wipe at your battered cheeks, tears continuing to fall and mix with the grime and blood that covers your skin.

You try again to steel yourself, another deep breath falling from your lips shakily, making your lungs rattle. It's becoming harder each second to keep your eyes open and your mind focused, but if you make it through this one phone call, you know you'll be able to rest easy.

"I need you t'know how much I love you. 'N that everything's g'nna be fine. That you'll be okay. And to not c-"

Suddenly a gunshot rings out and your whole world stands still for a split second, before turning completely sideways.

You register warmth blossoming over your abdomen, spreading and soaking your hero uniform. You can hear Keigo frantically yelling from where your phone slipped from your hand and landed on the concrete next to your head. And the last thing you see is Kimura holstering his gun with one hand, tapping away on his phone with the other.

"What a shitty ending for a hero, don't you think?" Kimura grins down at you.

Yeah. What a shitty ending for a hero.

○ ○ ○

The quiet trickle of water finds its way to your ears, and the feeling of something cold and damp against your forehead is a soothing contrast to how hot your body feels.

Opening your eyes feels as though it takes half of whatever strength you have left, and your vision swims. Suddenly hit with a wave a nausea, you lean over and vomit over the edge of the bed you're laying on. Luckily there's a bucket on the floor, and you assume it was placed there for a reason.

That someone placed it there.

In a panic you sit up, your wounds pulling tight and your body protesting. Your vision swims again and it takes you a few moments to ground yourself.

"Ma'am, please don't move too fast. You'll re-open your wounds and you're already in bad shape," a quiet voice projects throughout the room. You look up and notice an older man, probably in his sixties, sitting in a chair next to the bed you're currently occupying.

"Who are you? Where's Kimura?" You grit out, grabbing the edge of the blankets and tossing them off of you. The man in front of you is ready for your attempt at escape and he places steady hands on your shoulders, pushing you back onto the bed.

"Please! My name is Daichi Tanaka, I am a doctor! I found you in an alleyway near Higashiosaka. I would have taken you to a hospital but you begged me not to," the man pleads, his hands persistent on your shoulders.

You glare at him momentarily, before relaxing back onto the bed, still weary of his intentions.

"Kimura? Is that the name of the person who did this to you?" The man - Tanaka - asks hesitantly.

You ignore his question in favor for asking your own, "How long have I been out?"

Tanaka stares at at you, seeming to contemplate answering, but you figure he finally realizes you aren't taking any shit because his answer comes out with a sigh.

"A little over a week. You've been in and out, your fever finally broke this morning."

Over a week. You've been out for over a week and you don't know where you are, where Kimura went, and where Keigo-

Keigo.

It all comes crashing back to you and you lie back, your hands resting over your eyes.

Tanaka seems to have been reading your mind, because he pulls your phone from the nightstand next to you and passes it over.

"I wiped as much blood from it as I could. You have many new notifications and quite a few missed calls. I wasn't able to unlock it to call anyone, but it seems there are many people worried about you." Tanaka stands then, making his way toward the bedroom door.

"I will give you some privacy for now, but expect me to be back in twenty minutes to check up on you."

With that, Tanaka leaves, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You stare down at your phone, the screen cracked and a few specs of blood and dirt tucked into its crevices. You type your pin in and pull your notifications up, Keigo's name amongst others filling the screen.

You don't realize you're crying until a small hiccup forces its way from your mouth, your cheeks wet with tears.

You notice a voice-mail from him, and though you know it's only going to make you more upset, you force yourself to open it to make sure he's okay.

His voice floods the room and it immediately breaks your heart at how wrecked he sounds. You can tell he's been crying by how gravelly his voice sounds as the message plays out.

"You know," Keigo laughs bitterly over the phone, "I punched Ryosetsu in the face for letting you go on this mission alone. Gave 'im a real nice shiner on your behalf."

The message goes quiet and you can hear what sounds like a glass bottle being opened in the background, Keigo's quiet sniffles also making themselves known.

"Fuck, y/n. They didnt even.. they didnt even find your body. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, huh?

"They wouldn't even let me anywhere near the scene, I had to sit back at the office while they kept me informed. He said there was uh.." you assume Keigo pauses to take a swig of whatever he's drinking based off the tink of the glass bottle, "heh, he said there's a low chance you're even alive because there was so much blood. Fuck."

You grimace at how blunt he is with the statement and how distant his voice sounds. You can only hope that he hasn't been drinking as often as your thoughts are telling you.

"Please come back to me," he whimpers over the message, and a new wave of tears fall down your cheeks. "Please.. I can't do this without you."

○ ○ ○

A few days pass.

Tanaka refuses to take any of your shit.

He most definitely refuses to let you leave until you had one more solid meal in you, and one more day of rest.

You're still a little weak, bruises and abrasions littering your skin ( not to mention the nasty bullet wound Tanaka managed to sew up for you ) but you finally have enough strength to stand and walk on your own.

He pleads with you to stay one more day, just to ensure you're strong enough to be by yourself, but you shake your head and bow before him.

"Thank you, Mr. Tanaka, but I have to keep moving. It might be unsafe for you if I stay."

So instead he writes down his phone number on a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to you, patting your hand briefly.

"You're a strong one, just be sure to take care of yourself." He smiles kindly at you, and you nod before taking your leave.

○ ○ ○

Days go by as you hop around from town to town, only stopping for food and rest.

It's been a little over two weeks since you made the decision to distance yourself to ensure the safety of your friends and Keigo, and nearly two months since you were assigned the mission. While you knew faking your death was the only way to keep people from asking too many questions about why you suddenly disappeared, you weren't expecting to actually get shot and almost die.

You keep up with the recent events as best as you can, continuously watching news coverage and especially keeping tabs on Keigo's agency.

Your breath catches in your throat one day while you're moving through a rural seaside town, large red wings and a familiar hero uniform immediately catching your attention.

A flood of emotions run through you and it takes everything in you to not run up to him and hold him. But the fear of Kimura's prying eyes hold you back, and you steadily remind yourself that you're doing this to protect him.

You keep your distance and watch his every move. He's staring down at his phone for a while and after a few moments it rings. He brings it to his ear and though you can't hear what he's saying, it must be something important.

Because soon enough his wings are spread out and he's taking flight into the afternoon sky.

○ ○ ○

'Pro-Hero Hawks makes appearance in. Tanabe - finds lead on hero killer'

'Hanamatsu hero case still under investigation'

'Top Hero Agency in Japan pursuing hero killer - Kimura'

The news headlines on your phone cause your blood to run cold. How foolish of you to think Keigo would let this go so easily.

To think he wouldn't trace every piece of evidence and go to the ends of the earth to take down someone who hurt you.

○ ○ ○

You keep tabs on him as best you can. It begins to feel like you're stalking him, in a weird way, but you'll be damned if you did all of this just to put his safety on the line.

Keigo stays in Tanabe for the time being, the week passing by in a blur as you track his movements.

You figure Kimura went into hiding since his criminal activity fell flat after your encounter with him, but Keigo is as persistent as he's ever been, nitpicking every lead that comes his way.

A few days later word gets out that Kimura has been spotted in the village of Hidakagawa, just thirty minutes northwest of Tanabe.

You only hope you can get there before Keigo does.

○ ○ ○

Hidakagawa is exactly what you pictured, a perfect little town for a low-life criminal to live under the radar.

Its quiet and rural, its occupants living their lives happily tucked away from the bustling life of the city.

A few squad cars rush past you as you look at the map you have pulled up on your phone. It seems a little out of character for such a small town, so you push yourself forward and follow them.

○ ○ ○

When you finally catch up to the squad cars, the scene before you makes your hair stand on end.

Keigo has Kimura pinned to the ground, battered and bruised, his fist closed around a one of his feathers that he's currently wielding as a blade. A few dozen officers surround the scene, guns drawn and on edge.

Kimura smirks up at him and whatever he says is out of earshot, but its enough to piss Keigo off and send him into a frenzy.

"Kei, stop!" You find yourself yelling shakily. You finally manage to push through the barricade of officers and it's then that Keigo makes eye contact with you, his closed fist halted in the air.

Kimura takes the split second of distraction to knock the blade from Keigo's hand, flipping their position so the winged hero is pinned to the floor of the temple. He pulls out his gun and cocks it, pressing it to Keigo's forehead.

All the while Keigo keeps his eyes on you.

"I thought I told you to stay away, little one," Kimura grits out, wiping a trail of blood from his mouth, "Now it looks like your little hawk is about to lose his wings, all because someone can't listen."

You move on impulse when Kimura turns his attention back to Keigo, and you grab the handgun from the officer closest to you.

You waste no time in firing a bullet, hitting Kimura right in the temple. But as it strikes he squeezes the trigger of his own gun on impulse, which is still trained on Keigo, a second round going off.

- to be continued -

tbh i was super nervous to post this bc im so new to the fandom but here we go!!

also i just made up random characters bc im not quite caught up with the manga, and also picked random spots in japan that i know absolutely nothing about

rip to my writing skills lmfao

♡ ky

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Can i request 5 angst list with nathan mackinnon please?

angst #5. "please don't shut me out."

pairing: nathan mackinnon x reader word count: 1.1k warning: angsty

It was always easier to shut down; to avoid that nagging feeling and the thoughts that constantly circulated your head. It was easier to avoid the situation, avoid the messages and the comments and the constant negativity that people felt as if they needed to bring onto you and into your life.

What made it difficult was when the one person you were meant to love unconditionally, made it so difficult to love him. You tried, you really tried, on Nate’s good days and his bad, you tried to give him all the love you could, tried to go out of your way to tip the scale to the positive side when it was leaning on the negative, tried to balance out the good and the bad. You maintained that it was your job, when you love a person, you work with them on their good days and their bad.

It wasn’t that Nathan disagreed, it was that he’d ignore the bad days, he’d brush them off and repeatedly mention that you’d be fine tomorrow and that everyone had their bad days. He wouldn’t go above that; he wouldn’t do the things that you constantly did for him.

It was draining, all the effort put in just to not receive it back in the same way. And Nate’s bad days were bad, very bad.

It was inevitable that you wouldn’t be able to handle it one day, one day you wouldn’t be able to sit through your own negativity and help him with his. You had tried to just shut it out, shut out all the negativity Nathan continuously exuded, tried to shake off all the lasting impacts of a bad game, or a bad week that he would bring home from the rink.

Your relationship had turned sour because of it, and you weren’t even sure if Nathan had realized that.

It was when the messages started coming that things really started to fall south.

Both you and Nathan were relatively private people, especially regarding your relationship and life outside of his occupation. He didn’t advertise you on his social media, didn’t tag you when he posted, he wasn’t one for public displays of affection, and it wasn’t because he didn’t love you; he was just a private person and wanted it to remain that way.

People didn’t take long to find your personal accounts, and it didn’t take long for the messages to start falling into your inbox either.

There was the constant comparison to Vanessa, to his other exes, the messages were either about your appearance, Nathan’s performance or everything in between. Everyone always tried to convince you that the good ones outweighed the bad, but it was hard to see the positive in a world full of negativity.

“I just don’t get why it upsets you so much, I know it’s not true, you know it’s not true. They’re just saying it to get under your skin in the hopes that it’ll get under mine. That’s just how people are,” he was always nonchalant about it, always brushing it off as if it were nothing.

The day the Avalanche were eliminated by Vegas was the day the messages hit their peak. Fans sending messages about his performance, their lack of appreciation, attempts to blame you for distracting him from what was most important, it was just weeks upon weeks of constant vigilance trying to determine whether or not it was worth opening any of the apps.

The both of you had decided it was probably best if Nate went back to Cole Harbour after the season ended, after months of not being able to see his family and friends, you knew he was amped to get home. The only problem? It left a significant amount of time to think and stew on everything that had been building up over the months.

It resulted in a text message being sent that you regretted seconds after the blue line appeared on your screen.

I don’t think I can do this anymore. I’m sorry.

You knew it was the coward’s way out, sending a message when you knew he would be asleep and wouldn’t see it until the morning, not even bothering to attempt to call him or do it in person.

The moment the phone rang at 6:06am exactly, you knew he had read the message and had come to the exact conclusion he was expected to. You let all three of his calls go to voicemail, ignoring the texts and question marks that shot through immediately after.

The guilt ate away at you, picking through your stomach throughout the workday. You had cried the tears you needed to cry, screamed away all the anguish that had slowly been growing everyday over the last few months. The sadness wasn’t there anymore, the anger and the frustration were gone. The guilt remained.

Please don’t shut me out. At least answer me so that I know ur okay.

Nate had stopped messaging after that one, opting to give you space before he continued his onslaught of calls and messages.

I’m sorry, this is just too much for me. I can’t do it anymore.

Your finger hovered over the answer button when he called almost seconds later, opting to press gently against it and press the phone against your ear as you waited to hear Nathan’s voice.

“Why now? What changed?”

Shrugging subconsciously, you sighed into the phone as you attempted to formulate a response in your head.

“I guess being by myself gave me a lot of time to think. I just… I love you, Nathan, but I don’t know if I love you enoughto keep going through this constantly. You tell me not to shut you out, but you make it so difficult to keep you in the loop, you barely even acknowledge me when I try and get you to communicate about things like this.”

“So, texting me in the middle of the night is how you wanna go about it? Not even going to say it to my face or answer the phone?”

Your lips curled in disgust as you laughed harshly into the phone. “We’re talking right now, no? Or am I imagining this, just like I’m supposed to imagine a life where the person who claims they love me actually shows it?”

You could feel the aggravation through the phone, Nate’s frustration coming through with every sigh and huff that he made.

“Maybe a summer apart is what we need. Give us a chance to figure out what we both want; these last two years have been hard. Maybe we just need a break for a little while.”

Nodding your head slowly in agreement, you hummed into the phone. “Maybe you’re right. I think it’s for the best for right now.”

There was no saying what would happen when the summer came to an end, and autumn rolled around; there was no guarantee Nathan would be a changed man, but that wouldn’t stop the hope that would eventually bubble up inside you at the thought.

Only time would tell.

note: so sorry for how late this is!! thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3

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alright. ask and you shall receive (also i saw ur tags, dw abt carbon monoxide. we got a carbon monoxide detector and it works perfectly fine)

honestly im not really sure where to start so i guess ill just list off some of the weird shit we’ve seen entity wise (not counting the mimics bc i think we already talked abt them)

glow in the dark baby: my personal favorite tbh. either manifests as an orb or a floating baby that glows blue. we’ve only seen this fella once or twice

furnace room man: fuckin. forgot what we named him so we’ll just go with that for now. anyways he’s like… some dude with some really bad burns and melty flesh. generally harmless, he just hangs out. the more friendly cousin of whatever else lives in there (we know nothing about them other than the fact they only tolerate our cats but absolutely HATE everyone else. the other things living in there, not furnace man)

chase: lives in our bedroom closet. creepy. we’ve never seen him fully, all we know is that he’s short and has a lot of hair covering his face. we always keep our closet closed so we never really hear much of him, but one night we accidentally left it open and the ENTIRE night he just kept saying “hey. hey come here. come into the closet” and we just. rolled over and went back to sleep because what the fuck else are you supposed in that kind of situation?? woke up a few hours later to see both of our cats on our bad hissing at the closet so there’s that

the observers: what their name suggests. they just watch people and follow them around. they don’t hurt people but when they pull up in numbers it’s SCARY. one time we got up late to get some water and there were 5 or 6 of them sitting around the coffee table. they don’t have any facial features or any defining characteristics besides being really tall and just being.. walking shadows, but i could see their heads move towards us so we BOOKED it back to our room. few seconds later they were outside our door just….. Staring.

weird guy: we think he might be a mimic but he’s actually come out during the day so im giving him his own category. anyways one time we were putting the dishes away and felt something fucking MASSIVE and soft brush against our leg. thought it was one of the cats but it reached too high on our leg to be one of them so we just went. ok whatever this might as well happen. continued putting the dishes away and we could see something huge running down the hall in the reflection of a knife we were holding and nearly damn dropped the thing on our foot. he looks like some weird… man bat wolf thing? idk. very physical entity. very vocal also, he can mimic our cats meows and also giggles a lot

victoria: awful. if i remember correctly she’s extremely pale, has long hair, and the rest of her body from the torso down is. gone?? anyways she likes to hang out in dark rooms. whenever we’re home alone at night she’ll try to get us to come into one of the rooms with her. i dont think she’s been around that much lately? but when she used to be, if we ignored her we’d wake up with some pretty nasty scratches on our arms and legs

michael: MAN FUCK THIS GUY. he just looks like a tall malnourished blonde man w no eyes or lips. he’s bound to the bathroom for whatever reason, but god fucking FORBID you cross paths with him when he’s in a bad mood. he pushes people, pulls their hair, grabs their arms or waists. he’s awful. we can deal w victoria but michael 2 are straight no’s from us

michael…. 2 i fucking guess: don’t have a name for her but basically she does the same thing as michael except she just kicks anyone’s ass that goes in the basement. most thing she does is stare at you, but if you look into her eyes you feel sick as shit out of nowhere

that’s… all i can think of off the top of my head. im not even sure if were rambling about these for shits and giggles trying to assign entities to them or finally letting this all out for our sanity and confronting it on a serious note but. well. it’s certainly there ig

The long awaited sequel to this ask! Long awaited mostly because it took me two days to get to it in the pile of statements, but still.

Well there’s… stuff going on here for sure. The mimics you talked about previously sound like the Stranger type, which could apply to Weird Guy and possibly Chase as well? The weird disappearing room in the first part of your statement could be Spiral, and frankly so could your whole closets-lined basement - I wouldn’t be surprised if opening those doors at just the right/wrong time lead to interesting developments. Victoria sounds like she’s got an affinity for the Dark, and so do the Observers just from their description as shadow beings but the fact that you described them as constantly watching points to the Beholding. Glowing Baby sounds like the light at the tip of an anglerfish’s lure, so do with that what you will. The Michaels seem to have some Slaughter in them but tame enough that you live to tell the tale, and Michael 2’s sickening stare could fall under the Corruption, or maybe the Spiral or the Vast if it’s more like vertigo/the nausea from a rollercoaster? Furnace man sounds like he got Got by the Desolation, but seems too chill to be Of it, though the same might not be said for his “cousins”.

Final diagnosis: you live at Hilltop Road. Or rather, a place of similar level of Bullshit, though you seem to be alive and… well? So whatever’s going on there probably isn’t as dangerous. Probably. Good luck?