#so i also chose to latch on to the idea of the calm before the storm as well

[accidentcache]

Step mom reader w dad Keigo !!! She’s not sure about it all but she sees him being a dad and she’s like yes I can do this I love him

hear me out !!!! adoptive parents !!!! tokoyami !!!!

you realized it before keigo did, but fumikage was spending a lot more time with the two of you. not just wanting to train or do paperwork or help him with homework or reports, but... just being in the same room with him as he's reading or scrolling through his phone, or talking about... anything.

your boyfriend loves to talk, so you indulge and let him talk the boy's ear off well into the night before you're rising from your chair and taking your wine glass to the kitchen.

you offer fumikage the spare room on your way back out, your movements easy and fluid. your hand is on his shoulder and you don't miss how the kid leans into your touch when you ruffle the top of his head affectionately. a warm smile spreads on your lips and you're calling over your shoulder as you walk down the hall to yours and keigo's shared bedroom; "babe, don't keep him up too long, both of you have patrol tomorrow!"

keigo slides into bed with you forty-five minutes later, sheepish grin on his lips and all. he's ready for you to scold him or something, since you were still up and awake when he finally came in, but the shy little expression melts to one of concern once he processes your own expression.

he can't tell what you're thinking. you don't look... pissed? but you also don't look excited or docile or sleepy. he has no idea how to approach asking you what's wrong until you're speaking up first, situating yourself under the duvet.

"you think the kid... chose us?"

keigo's brows knit together in confusion. he pauses in his action of leaning over to turn off the bedside light before turning to face you. "chose us?" he repeats, his voice low and perplexed.

you're already making yourself comfortable on your side of the bed. with an elbow propped up, chin in hand, keigo doesn't miss the little flash in your eyes as they meet his. there's so much said in just that small glimpse, but it seems to click in his brain.

"you think he's claimed us as like, his parents or something?"

you shrug slightly. "not actual parents obviously. but like," your free hand waves in the air for a slight dramatic effect, "adoptive parents?"

keigo's lips purse slightly. he never really thought of it much, how tokoyami latches on to any invitation the two of you offer for dinner or out to drinks or just any gathering. he loves hanging out with the kid, he really does. keigo's been enjoying watching fumikage grow up over the years, becoming more mature and stronger and climbing through the ranks.

"adoptive parents," he murmurs. he sits up in bed, slightly tilted towards his bedside light, partially facing towards you. his bare chest rises and falls steadily, calm and even.

and yeah, the conversation of kids has come up between the two of you before. the subject doesn't make him too uncomfortable anymore, he's been more open to the idea-- even if the two of you aren't actively trying for one of your own at the moment.

keigo switches off the light finally, shifting on his side of the bed until he's flush against you, an arm wrapping around your waist snugly. he hums at the warmth, his legs move to entangle with yours and a grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.

he doesn't say much, it's not brought up again by either of you. but you certainly don't miss how keigo's eyes whip towards yours when tokoyami accidentally refers to him as 'dad' at the office a couple weeks later.

© accidentcache do not repost, translate or alter my work without permission. all rights reserved.

[writing-whump]

Cracks in the Frame—part 3

Kieran wakes up.

Kieran woke up with his head hammering. For a while he just stared at the ceiling, brain catching up with his body being awake.

He was still tired, so he couldn't have slept long, but the pain-filled haze from before lifted a little. There was also soft light sickering through the drapes, so it was likely early morning.

Afraid to move, he first tried to just roll his shoulder. Clench his fists, curl his toes. All good.

When he tensed up to shift on the pillow, the pain in his side exploded, bright and hot behind his eyes. He fell back with a groan, breathing fast and ragged.

Okay, that still hurt.

His hand automatically searched for the sore spot, and was surprised to find something cold wrapped in a towel, tugged against the right side of his ribs and the blooming muscle deep bruise right under.

Huh. Good idea. That would help with the swelling.

He was covered in cold sweat, but his shirt was gone and so were his pants. Which was more pleasant for the bed and the fresh night air from the cracked window. And for movement, but he getting the creepy idea it wasn't Alessia undressing him and putting him to bed.

"If you are awake, you should drink something."

Kieran was more careful to only move his eyes and then his head very very slowly.

Isaiah was standing by the window, looking through it like it was an immensely interesting painting. His clothes were different, fresh buttom up and black jacket over it, so he must have gone and changed during the night.

"Al-" he coughed, his throat raw like sandpaper. "Alessia?"

"All three girls are passed out in my bed," Isaiah said dryly. "I didn't see the need to wake her when you were under control."

Jesus.

"You can be all self-sacrificial for yourself, but I'm not scared to need my girl, thanks," Kieran said darkly though his voice was weak and raspy and not carrying the right edge across.

"Like you said—not anything anyone can help with but wait it out." Isaiah turned around with a sigh. His face was calm and impassive, like this was a debate that didn't interest him at all. That carefully blank look that Oscar used on Kieran sometimes, when he didn't want to show how much something affected him.

When Oscar refused any chance to feel something, no matter what Kieran had done.

That face that Kieran hated with a searing passion.

"You are an incredible prick, you know that?" Kieran growled, very similar to what a wolf would have done. Maybe it would help Isaiah understand. "How can you just decide what would help and what wouldn't? Nosy, arrogant, controlling bastard. Just cause you got a big shadow, you think you can decide everything?"

Isaiah's eyebrow raised, slow and controlled, like he was talking with an imbecile. "You would have woken her for an injury that was your fault?"

"It happened during a job."

"Job that's needlessly risky and that you chose to take on yourself."

Kieran's eye twitched. He really wanted to rise to the challenge, feeling shamefully helpless, anchored to the bed by the possibility of the excruciating pain. "So then what? I deserve what I get?"

Isaiah stared quietly for a heartbeat. "I just don't see why you have to drag someone into what you yourself created the circumstances for. Don't you see how self-centered that is?"

Kieran frowned, suddenly feeling like this wasn't really about his stuntman work at all. "Man, you got this all wrong. I can ask whatever I want from her. She can leave or say yes or meet me halfway. I'm not taking her choice away."

Now a muscle in Isaiah's jaw tensed a little. Just a tiny bit but it was there. Finally getting something real out of that statue.

"I don't understand why you would do this to yourself," came a quite admission.

Kieran was struck by how confused and curious it sounded. Less like an accusation, not like a judgement. There was nothing to raise against this time, nothing to latch onto.

"What, I can't do stunts and push myself to maximum performance and beyond?"

"If you were a wolf, I would understand it," Isaiah said, green eyes shimmering with intensity. "Ideal for someone who can heal. But you can't. You have to suffer through all those injuries and it's genuinely dangerous for you."

"It's wouldn't be so fun without the risk," Kieran said, relaxing against the pillows. There was a slight stab under his rib, but he breathed through it.

"But someone who knows how wolves heal, how easy it would be for one...there has to be a connection why the second son of the Gray family loves risk so much. It's like you are compensating for a weakness by ignoring it—no, even challenging it."

With a huff, Kieran's eyebrows jumped up. He hadn't expected to be psychoanalysed.

Of course it was challenge. It was a big 'fuck you' to human limits and fears. To his family telling him what he could do. To the wolves seeing him as lesser just cause his issues didn't jump others on the street.

"Living is a risk. I work hard to meet it. I can guarantee no wolf could do what I can and neither could you and your sorry Big name wolves handle pain like this. With your quick healing, you are whiny sissies who can't handle a bleeding scratch. Pain makes you resilient." He gave Isaiah a daring stare. "I'm so much stronger than the lot of you."

Kieran was already taking a new breath to argue back, to meet any reply with more details, more arguments...but Isaiah said nothing.

Just watched him closely, shoulders dropping. Something in his stance lost its fight, his expression less guarded and more...peaceful?

The Executioner didn't argue back. Didn't deny any of it.

It was a pretty bold statement, that a human could do something that almighty shadow wolf couldn't. Human was even less than a stray, more useless than the weakest smallest pup.

Kieran sighed, turning to look at the glass with water on the nightstand. That would be difficult to grab, hold and sip from.

"Mr No Self-Respect," Kieran said, looking back at Isaiah, "since you are already here playing nursemaid and denying me access to my girlfriend, could you get my electrolyte drink from the backpack in the kitchen? And a straw too."

Isaiah looked shocked at the sudden change of topic, then huffed out a laugh. And went to actually get it for him.

Barely a minute later, Isaiah was sitting on the edge of the bed and helping him sit up, holding the open battle with the straw already inside.

Kieran tried not to groan too much, but moving or sitting up felt like hell, punches of pain deep inside his stomach. The electroshocks travelled all the way to his chest and right arm.

Isaiah's touch was gentle. Careful. He didn't seem to mind the insults or that they were on worse and worse terms everytime they talked.

The wolf would likely leave his arm around Kieran's shoulders to steady him if Kieran didn't glare at him, pointing his chin at the straw instead.

He was raising his hand to reach for the drink, but Isaiah beat him to it, holding the straw against his cracked lips.

The drink was lukewarm room temp, but the familiar sugary taste exploded in his mouth just the right way. He breathed out, enjoying the relief of liquid against his throat.

"Slowly. Don't get yourself sick again," Isaiah reminded patiently.

"You know where you can shove your wisdom," Kieran shot back, but did gulp down a little slower. No point in drinking it if he lost it right away.

His stomach felt tender, heaving a little with the onset of liquid, but not too much. Nausea swirled in his throat, but he faulted the light-headedness of sitting up.

He let go of the straw, leaning back.

Isaiah understood, putting the bottle on the table and fluffing his pillow behind his back like an overconcerned mother.

"You are so ridiculous. Don't expect any thanks from me," Kieran said.

Isaiah chuckled. Actually and really, warming up the air in the room. "Wouldn't know what to do with it."

[tlouramblings]

The Truth Flashback Part 3 (Finale)

A rant/break down about this flashback scene from the the second game.

Part 1, Part 2

Ellie is absolutely devastated when she finds out the truth.

She has to sit down because she's so shocked, and she just starts sobbing.

Less than 24 hours ago she had been under the impression that Joel had taken her out of the hospital peacefully because the tests didn't work.

Now finding out that she was suppose to die to save the world, that there would've could've been a cure.

Then learning Joel killed a whole hospital full of people just to save her.

People who were just trying to save the world.

She also realizes he killed Marlene. The only connection she had to her mother.

She goes back and forth from putting her hand over her eyes and then over her heart while shaking.

Joel has no idea what to do and goes silent. How do you comfort the person you care about the most, while you're the reason for their pain? He tries to offer a comforting hand, but that completely backfires.

Ellie immediately flinches at his touch and springs up. It's like he knocked her back to reality.

The betrayal she felt here. She trusted him more than anyone, and at one point he was all she had.

And he took advantage of that and lied to her for years.

The man who wanted nothing to do with her when they first met. The man who tried to leave her with his brother. The man who was just suppose to drop her off and go on with his life.

That man chose her over the world.

Also realizing that the trauma she went through getting to the hospital wasn't initially for nothing. Joel made it for nothing.

She watched Tess get infected and sacrifice her final moments so there could be a cure.

Then she saw Sam, another kid, get infected and have to be killed by his own brother. Followed up by watching Henry take his own life out of grief.

She had to kill people at 14.

And then everything that happened that winter- she latched on to the cure more than ever.

She needed her immunity to mean something.

And he took that from her.

So she screams at him.

They've both yelled at each other before, but this is different, Ellie has never had such anger in her voice.

For the last few years Ellie felt as if there was something wrong with her.

She knew something was wrong with her when she got bit and survived. Then again when Joel told her that the fireflies tests were useless.

She thought that she was defective.

Then to realize that the wasn't true, that the tests never took place, that there was a chance to save people- All the pain and self hatred Ellie has been feeling for the past few years quickly turns into anger.

Anger at Joel.

It was never her fault like she thought. It was his.

Ellie calms down just a tiny bit and weighs out her options. She's so mad she never wants to see him again. So does she leave? No. Because going back on her word would be lying, and lying would make her just like him, and she doesn't want to be like him.

She keeps her word about staying in Jackson since he told her the truth, but she's so furious she never wants to see him again.

She can't believe he was able to look her in the eyes everyday after what he did and lie about it.

So she cuts him off. Ends everything.

He can never betray her again, and no one else will die by him protecting her.

I wonder how long Joel stood there for.

Did he get back on his horse and follow her from a distance? Just to make sure she got back okay.

Or was he just stuck there paralyzed? As he just got cut off by the person he cared the most for. She had been distancing herself from him for a while, but he still held out hope and tried to mend their relationship.

He never meant to cause her any pain. He just couldn’t lose another daughter. Especially to a cause that wasn’t guaranteed.

He also couldn’t let a fourteen year old make that big of a decision. The entire year he was with her his goal was to keep her alive. He couldn’t just quit.

He can handle her hating him as long as she stays in Jackson. As long as he can be assured she’s in the safe in the town everyday. That she’s getting a chance to live the life they tried to take from her.

[obey-me-headquarters]

Expanding MORE on my human sugar baby Lucifer and demon reader idea-

(Under read more for dubious consent, and because this is a WEIRD KINK)

OK so you know a hentai trope I find very hot, but literally can't find any content for outside of hentai? Living clothing. For those who have no idea wtf I'm talking about, it's basically cursed clothing that grows tentacles and fucks you while you wear it. Kinda weird. I know. But it hits all of my favorite kinks (powerless, tentacles, overstim and multiple orgasms because tentacles don't know when you're finished)

So yall know how I mentioned that demon reader gives Lucifer clothing? And how they're all ethereal and stuff? While what if they can also stimulate Lucifer like cursed clothing?

Lucifer going about his normal day, stopping every so often to admire the beautiful clothing you got him. How it gives off this ethereal engery, with it's shadow like fog dripping off of him. The fabric feels light smooth, like fresh silk sheets as it glides across his body.

Only - now it feels like it's, sticking to him? Like it's blowing against the wing and wrapping around his body. Lucifer tries to pry the clothing away from him, to make it lay loose, but it doesn't work.

His struggling only makes it worst, as now he notices how close the clothing feels. The clothing was supposed to gleam outward, but instead it feels like it's pushing inward. Small, short tendrils lightly prick his body, making Lucifer flinch. No amount of squirming, pulling, or prying can get the fabric to come off of him.

Akin to a straight jacket, it is interlocked go his body.

Breathing deeply, Lucifer calms himself. No matter how weird you might be, he knew you were never try to hurt him. This was just weird magic bullshit that he would need to live through to continue your relationship - your very business oriented relationship!

Yet, continuing on, the weird pushing never got better. In fact, it got worst.

The tendrils got bolder, firmly rubbing against his body in ways that made him shiver. Swallowing his pride, Lucifer did his best to try to remain unfazed. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of making him squirm.

It isn't until a tendril presses against his nipple does his knees buckle. Pressing against the other one, the tentacles begin playing with Lucifer's nipples. Never quite pulling or sucking on them, just gently yet firmly shifting against him.

Placing a hand against the wall Lucifer takes in a deep breath. I can live with this, it's not so bad, at least they're touching more imitate areas, Lucifer thinks to himself.

He honestly thought he would need to have a serious talk with you as tentacles slowly wrap around his dick, as he didn't allow you to plant devices to look inside of his head.

Lucifer can barely stand as he's assaulting by the onslaught of tentacles against his dick. Clasping his hand against his month Lucifer shifts against the fabric. Not sure whether he wants more of this unfathomable pleasure or to get away from it. As tne tentacles latch against his head and begin sucking his head, he choses more.

Impatient Lucifer presses a hand against the fabric ontop of his crotch to move them along, but, like when he trying to take it off, it does not listen to him. Powerless to stop the tentacles, or, powerless unless he wants to summon you and have you see him in this state. And he decides he would rather be at the mercy of his tentacles than you.

A press against his asshole makes Lucifer gasp, and it isn't long before he's shifting and silently begging for more. When it breaches him Lucifer falls to his hands and knees. The once prideful and untouchable sorcerer Lucifer Morningstar, lays kneeling on the ground as he lets the tentacles explore and pleasure his body as it pleases.

Slowly, the tendrils grew larger and larger, until they were thick tentacles assaulting his dick and nipples. Lucifer barely noticed as his orgasm started to raise. Pleasure spiked through his body, as he was forced closer and closer and closer to his orgasm. Pleasure that felt like it gone on forever, never peaking, washed through Lucifer.

"Pl-please let me cum!" Lucifer begged, so desperate that he didn't care where he was or who could hear him. Luckily, the tentacles didn't tease him for longer. Like a rubber band snapping Lucifer was thrown off the edge.

Collapsing against the floor, Lucifer pants and trembles. Yet, the clothing doesn't let up. Not slowly it's movements at all, the tentacles continues it assault against Lucifer. Moaning weakly, Lucifer knows that it wouldn't be satisfied until he's shaking and sobbing.

---

When the tentacles finally stop, and Lucifer can walk again the sorcerer considers giving the clothing back to you. Momentarily, that is. Once he realized how such a thing might seem as disrespectful to you, he decides not to (and not for any other reason, of course not.)

Lucifer still needs to wear the clothing, too, of course. He reasons that showing off the ethereal clothing to other mages when he visits their towers is the right thing to do, in his opinion. It's definitely not because he feels so extremely aroused when he can small tendrils teasing him when other mages discuss magical matters. Of course not.

[lovesanmotion]

idol!yandere!ateez reacts: senior idol mentioning you, their 9th member as their ideal type

💌 This is: requested | gifs are not mine. credits goes to the rightful owners. 

Hongjoong: 

“My ideal type....Ateez’s Y/N.” Doni and Coni started to make teasing sounds as Block B’s P.O confesses as he is your ideal type. For today’s special episode of Idol Room, Doni and Coni invited ATEEZ and Block B as their special guests. You became flustered and blushed, covering half of your face with your hand before shaking hands with the senior artist in your company. When your hands shook, Doni and Coni teased you both more. Hollering and laughter filled the studio as Block B joined in on the teasing as well the boys from your group. Although, one person wasn’t exactly happy with this. 

When the camera pans to film Ateez’s reaction, you will be able to clearly see Hongjoong with his arms crossed and a facial expression that isn’t too happy. He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes before looking away. Not caring if he was behaving badly on set. He knows you’re beautiful and kind and smart, but he didn’t like you touching and talking with other males. He already has issues with you talking and touching with the other boys in the group, what more if it was the senior idol in their company? When you pulled your hand away from P.O, he quickly took a hold on your arm and pulled you back to sit next to him. 

Seonghwa: 

“My ideal type?” Super Junior’s Yesung asks nervously before taking a nervous glance at Seonghwa who is sitting beside him. “Ateez’s Y/N” everyone at the table of Life Bar started teasing him, leaving the senior idol in a blushing mess. Seonghwa tried to remain his composure, even though he very much wants to get up from his seat and swing the chair to the senior idol who is sitting besides him. 

“She’s too young! We won’t allow it!” Seonghwa says, eyes widening as he tries to make it sound like he’s joking. When he says ‘we’ he meant himself and his four other personalities. 

“But do you think she’ll like me?” Yesung question caught everyone off guard and everyone tried to calm him down. Seonghwa pretended to laugh along with everyone. 

“But Y/N likes guys who are near her age! You’re too old!” He shots back before everyone in the table turns to calm him down next. 

Yunho: 

For today’s episode of King of Mask Singer, they invited special guests Ateez’s Yunho, Jongho and Y/N, the three special guests filling in the front spot along with other senior and junior celebrities at the panel area. 

When the mystery singer turned their back and lifted up their mask, it turned out to be none other than Teen Top’s Niel. The gasps and chatters among the audience left some of the panel team shocked, and the others in pure happiness as they have guessed it correctly. 

“Annyeong haseyo, Teen Top’s Niel imnida” As Niel introduced himself, the studio started to play Rocking, Niel getting flustered and all. 

“NIEL SUNBAENIM, Y/N IS HERE!” Jongho teases, lifting your hand up before laughing. You are fully aware how Niel kept mentioning you as his ideal type in various programs, getting flustered, you brought your hand down. 

“Hi Y/N” 

A simple greeting coming from Niel to you made the audience and panel tease and holler at the both of you. The red tint on your cheeks darkened as you waved your hand at him. Yunho, remained in his seat, unbothered. Unlike every one else in their area, they kept teasing you, but Yunho, remained in his spot, not caring about it at all. 

Yeosang: 

Yeosang thought that it was only him and you as the guests for today’s episode of Get It Beauty, however, when they reached the studio, he was surprised to see iKon’s Jinhwan and Junhoe also in the same studio. When he asks their manager as to why they are there in the studio, it was because they too, were guests for the filming. 

Yeosang hates the group, but he particularly hates Jinhwan more, all because he listed you as his ideal type at a random show that he doesn’t need to remember because he think it is irrelevant. While filming, he was always stood by your side, wherever you went, he is also there. He fears that if he leaves your side, Jinhwan might take the opportunity and walk up to you. Even when until the filming ended, Yeosang stuck by you like a glue. 

San: 

San is extremely happy and excited today. Why? Because Ateez is invited to Knowing Bros and he is excited to see you wearing a school girl uniform. Finally, one of his fantasies of seeing you in a uniform is about to happen, and later tonight, would he be able to sleep peacefully with a smile on his lips. 

However. his happy facade cracked when he found that SF9 were filming with them too. He wasn’t too happy with the idea of you and Inseong being in one studio. And San did everything he can to keep you by his side, keeping you away from the other group. 

“Inseong-ssi, who’s your ideal?” Kang Hodong asks as SF9 stood behind the desk table. 

“Ateez’s Y/N” The men started to tease you, you sank lower in your seat, feeling flustered at how confidently he answered. 

“Do you think you have a chance with her?” Kang Hodong asks once more. Inseong makes a thinking face before answering, “I have the looks and money. So I guess it a yes” he chuckles to himself. However, San ruined his mood for him. 

“But you’re too old for her!” 

Mingi: 

ATEEZ and ONF were invited as guests for Running Man. And for today’s episode, the original cast will be divided into two teams and would pick between ATEEZ and ONF to adopt in their group. Team 1 that consists of Haha, Kwangsoo, Jihyo and Sechan chose to adopt Ateez in their group, while Team 2 that consists of Jaesuk, Sukjin, Jongkook and Somin chose to adopt ONF into their team. And today’s challenge? Pororo the little Penguin. The cast chose J-Us to be the main character Pororo. One of his quests is to confess his love to a female guest. The camera splits into three screens showing: you, Jihyo and Somin. Before the timer runs off, J-Us walks up to you and confesses his feelings for you. 

Mingi, unimpressed with the sudden confession, walks up between you two before pushing his shoulder away and gesturing him to return back to his seat. “Come back when you can rap properly please” 

Wooyoung: 

For Law of the Jungle’s 45th-50th episode, the producers of the show thought it was best to invite Ateez’s Wooyoung and Y/N and EXO’s Sehun. When the invitation was forwarded, it was met with a favorable response. And now, the three of you are here in Jeju Island with the theme: special survival field training. 

The three of you, along with original cast and crew, received special training from a professional. Teaching and giving you all tips and tricks on what to do when stuck in an island, trapped in a middle of nowhere and finding your way out of the forest and a desserted area. The professional instructor demonstrated the safety harnesses on Sehun, and afterwards, Sehun was going to demonstrate it to you. You slightly blushed at how close Sehun came to you, practically inhaling his faint perfume and the sea water on him. A strong grip on your arm latched onto you and pulled you away from him, spinning you around until you are faced with a stern look on Wooyoung. 

“It’s my turn, Y/N! Please do mine!” He says in a cheerful tone. For a split second he looked angry and now he looks happy? You shook your head slightly and taught him next. 

Jongho: 

For episodes 20-26, the staffs decided to bring in four special guests: Ateez’s Jongho and Y/N and Astro’s Jinjin and Eunwoo, the special tenant being Block B’s P.O. Jongho wasn’t exactly too happy when their manager approved of the invitation, as he knew the purpose of this show is mostly about celebrities who are interested in becoming roommates with other celebrities for a short period of time. Of course Jongho saw this as a trap, its a variety show program that ‘lowkey’ makes celebrities hook up with other celebrities. coming up with the conclusion that Eunwoo wanted to get close to you, seeing before as how he mentioned you as his ideal type in a random show he once saw. 

At the end of the filming, Jongho voted a ‘no’ when asked if he wants to be roommates with Astro again. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XVIII

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The reader and Zemo try to figure out what’s next.

Note: I actually think we’re closer to an end then the beginning. My goal is to finish this before moving onto anything else but that might be my original stuff so I might take a little break after this series to figure that out! Your patience and following along has meant the world to me. <3

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

In the coming days, trunks were opened and stuffed with clothes, blankets, and miscellany. The servants did much of the work as when you were asked what to bring, you chose three plain dresses for you and several more outfits for Elina. Zemo tutted and ordered his staff to fill the chests.

There was no distinct urgency however as the horses were to be re-shoed before you set off and the baron seemed content to enjoy the summer sun with your daughter. He would sit with the two of you under the tree or take her on a walk of his sprawling green or dangle some ornament before her to reach for.

Your mind didn’t retreat from the prospect of your departure. He said a fortnight at longest, you had to leave before that. You worried about Elina and how she’d miss him and how she’d fare on the road. She was a healthy child but you couldn’t help but think of all that could go wrong.

The third day after the announcement of your looming trek, you sat on the balcony as Elina chewed on berries and Zemo sat with a book. The air was thick and damp from the heat but the sun was tamped out behind the gathering clouds. He wore his shirt untied at the top so that the fur of his chest peeked out and you wore a sleeveless cotton gown in a pale blue.

“Do you intend on negotiating? Truly?” you asked as your mind wandered.

He looked over the book and reached over to scoop up a slice of strawberry from Elina’s shirt and flicked it into the saucer, “what do you mean?”

“Are you going to try to seal the alliance they want or is it all a ruse?”

“My liege has given me leave to approach their proposal however I wish. If they present some benefits for us then yes, I should like to have peace but… they’ve not offered anything before that we couldn’t find elsewhere,” he shrugged and lowered the book, “are you concerned for them? The people who let you suffer as such?”

“It is still my homeland but that is not what I’m worried for. I wonder how long your patience can wear on,” you said.

“We have spoke on this, we both know--”

“Yes, I know, but… how long should I have left with my daughter?” you hissed.

“You think I mean to take you from her? Perhaps march you to your death?” he scowled.

“I know however this turns out, my place in it is perilous,” you retorted, “do not mock my fears.”

“I do not--” he took a breath and his sneer softened. He chuckled as he leaned forward, “you are stronger than before, you know that? You snap like a lioness. I thought you underestimated me but I see you only misjudge yourself.”

“You are vague with me so how can I trust--”

“I have seen you through your recovery, through a labour, and a life beyond that,” he said, “I only ask a little more for all that I’ve done.”

You sat back and cupped your chin. You looked at Elina, dark juices smeared around her lips. She was entirely undisturbed by the bickering of adults. You reached over and took her tiny, sticky hand. 

You thought of Lord Barnes and if you should face him again. The idea made your blood run cold. Would he hate you? Would he still want you? You did not doubt he would have some cruelty left for you but as you were, scarred and hobbled, would it be different? And if he discovered your daughter, what then?

“He can never know about her,” you said softly and cautiously looked at the baron, “please, he can’t--”

“If he ever sees her, he will only know her to be mine but I have no intent upon my daughter being near that brute in her lifetime,” he growled. No little baroness but ‘my daughter’. You smiled at Elina and she squeezed your finger.

“I am grateful for all you’ve done for her. I know you didn’t have to--” your eyes strayed beyond the railing as some distant movement flurried beneath the sun. You squinted and leaned on the arm of your chair as you tried to see the specks along the horizon.

Zemo followed your gaze and stood. He went to the golden scope he kept on the balcony and put his eye to it as he adjusted the sights. He tilted it and stood stalk straight as if he’d been struck. The scope bobbled and he steadied it.

“Get her to your rooms,” he said, “lock the door and don’t make a sound.”

“What? What is it?”

“They are early,” he hit his open hand with a fist, “the letter… it could not be. The king must’ve assumed and sent the party prematurely.” He went to Elina and lifted her. He kissed her cheek and waved you up to your feet, “go on, take her. Keep her quiet as you can. I will house them on a lower floor but they cannot suspect you, understood?”

“How do you--”

“The banner, it is all I can make out,” he said as he grabbed your cane and rushed you back through his cool chambers, “you will lock the door and I will have Ulrich keep watch over the corridor.”

“You didn’t see who it was?” you asked as he opened the door and thrust you out into the hallway.

“You will know when I know,” he assured, “keep your candles unlit and draw the curtains.”

“My lord--”

“I did not plan for this,” he said as he marched you down the hall. You tried not to stumble as he still had your cane and you only had him to keep you from falling, “my lady, I do fear you will not make it to the Creek as we planned.”

He stopped at your door and you hugged Elina as you leaned against the wall. She was entirely untroubled by the sudden upheaval, ever a happy baby. “My cane,” you pointed to his hand as he gripped the silver topper, “please?”

“Oh, I-- Yes,” he handed it to you then reached to open your door, “keep that close…” he said, “just in case.”

“We’ll be as quiet as we can,” you assured him as you held Elina against your hip and limped with your can into the dim chamber.

“I will have Tess secret up some food before their arrival but you do not come out for anyone but me. I will knock,” he tapped a pattern on the door, “like so.”

“Yes, my lord,” you squeezed Elina as the nerves stormed inside of you.

He sighed and gripped the door as he leaned on it, “I only have a few hours to hide the evidence of you and all we’ve done to see you off. Even so, they will not suspect anything unless they are fed crumbs, yes?”

“I understand, my lord,” you stiffened and forced back the panic, “we will see what comes and do as we must,” you swayed Elina as she began to fuss, “for her.”

“For her,” he repeated, “now I must go.”

He closed the door and you set Elina down on the rug with the mouse Tess had sewn for her. You went to the door and twisted the latch into place. You turned back to watch your daughter as she tossed the toy and giggled. She pushed herself up to her feet, more certain everytime she stood. The time was passing much too quick.

🏰

You tried to distract yourself by playing with Elina and keeping her quiet. You worried however, the few times she made noise, that you would blow it all. When Tess brought the food, it was easier as your daughter grew hungry and restless. Once she had a proper meal in her, she was ready to lay down. She dozed beside you on the bed as you listened to the activity below.

First, you heard the horses through the window and the rattling carts and carriages. The voices were too distant to discern above a muffle and you weren’t so foolish as to peek out, even from so high up. You calmed yourself by watching Elina sleep but you knew you would not rest that night.

The sun sunk further behind the clouds and the evening approached with a dullness which forewarned of storms. You flinched at every noise, even floors below, and waited and waited and waited.

You had faith in Zemo, he was a great pretender. It was that very quality which kept you wary of him for so long. 

When Elina stirred again, you quieted her cries with your tit but she wasn’t taking to your nipple as eagerly as before. It calmed her for a while but she was soon awake again. You let her explore the chamber but not far from you and kept her away from the clacking wooden blocks gifted her by the baron.

And then the knock came as the sky blackened and grey clouds rumbled above. The rhythm drew you to the latch and Zemo slipped through the door. He was quick to lock it again as you ambled without your cane, afraid to tap the floor too hard with it. Elina greeted him with a shrill cry but it was blanketed by the bluster of the rising chaos in the heavens.

“The storm will frighten her but it should also help hide her,” Zemo said plaintively, “I hope.”

“They are here and settled?” you asked.

“Yes, so they are,” he confirmed as he picked up Elina, “They are too concerned with themselves to worry about any dead women hidden above.”

He sat in the armchair as the girl played with his beard as she liked to do. He smiled and let her, poking out his tongue until she did the same. He bounced her on his lap and she gibbered noisily.

“They are floors down, you should be safe to exist but if she cries, you will have to be quick to quiet her,” he girded.

“Anyone we know?” you asked as you sat on the foot of the bed and rubbed your hip.

He was silent and kept his attention on Elina. He raised his hand and let her bend his fingers to her will. She grabbed onto his ring and twisted it around his knuckle.

“My lord, is there--”

“Yes,” he huffed at last. He kissed the child’s forehead and set her down to crawl across the carpet, though she didn’t go far before she was distracted by her stuffed mouse.

“Who is it?” you asked as you folded your hands.

He rubbed his forehead then pushed his head back, “it isn’t him,” he assured, “if they were callous enough to send him or he was fool enough to come, well, we wouldn’t be having this placid conversation.”

“Who?” you asked again.

“His dog, Lord Rogers,” Zemo spat, “I don’t know which is worse. The man was watching Melinda as a wolf would watch a deer. I don’t even know the girl has flowered yet and he would be sniffing at her skirts. Despicable.”

“Rogers?” you breathed and your chest knotted. 

A roll of thunder boomed at that very moment and made you gasp. Elina stopped playing and her lip began to quiver. You slid off the bed to your knees and went to her and gathered her up. You cooed and hushed her and she clung to the collar of your dress. You watched her face as the fear retreated and she turned to watch the window flash. The terror turned to curiosity in an instant.

“Ha, look how brave she is,” he snickered.

You nodded, speechless still. Your nose tingled and your eyes burned. You were so overcome at the idea of that man being so close. You recalled that day in the forest, your singular mistake, then the scene in the carriage, and that on the staircase when Zemo himself had kept you from his perversions.

“My lady?” he said, “you look unsettled.”

“Take her,” you murmured then cleared your throat, “please, take Elina.”

He got up and took her from your arms. You pulled yourself up by the bedpost and leaned against it, your grip tightened around the carved wood. Your chest pattered in time with the downpour against the castle walls. You shook as you felt the scar along your face and those that led down beneath your dress. It hadn’t just been Barnes.

“Lady?” Zemo got closer as Elina babbled.

“I… can’t breathe,” you said and turned to fall back onto your rear, the mattress dipping beneath you as your fingers clung to the post, “I can’t…”

‘A bird, a bird, high above the cloud…’ he began to sing as much to Elina as you, a tune in his own tongue, ‘a wing, a wing, flaps without a sound…’ he rocked the girl but kept his eyes on you, ‘an angel, an angel, looking down on me. A blessing, a blessing, cast upon the lea…’

He reached with one hand and drew you up to your feet. He let you lean against him as he embraced you against your daughter and kept swaying in time to his voice and the sudden onslaught of the storm, ‘a lady, a lady, spinning at her wheel. A mother, a mother, her will as strong as steel…”

You clung to his sleeve and buried your face against the thin cotton. He kept singing until Elina was quiet and the rattling of your bones stilled. You were embarrassed at the sudden emotion which overcame you and the dampness on your cheeks. He carefully sat you back down and shushed.

The rain continued but the thunder passed. He moved carefully to lay Elina in her cot and stood as you hid your face behind your hand.

“I’m…” you uttered.

“No, that man. I remember that day,” he sat beside you and gripped his knees, “I know what he would’ve done and I am wise enough to know it was not the first he’d touched you.”

“It was long ago,” you said, “I shouldn’t be so… frail.”

“You are...strong. You must stay strong for her,” he sniffed and touched your elbow, “but you feel it now.”

“Feel what?” you blinked at him.

“The longing… for vengeance?”

You stared into his dark eyes and your chest continued to twist. Your spine went rigid and your jaw clenched. “I do,” you nodded and looked over at your daughter, “I feel it so very deeply.”

[yourmcu]

102

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary:

Songfic based on ‘102′ by the 1975. Moments when Natasha’s really in love with you.

A/n: listen to that song here, it’s good

Word count: 2,442

Warnings: fluff. pining. angst. angst. one sided relationship. r’s an idiot

Well, we’re here We’re at the common again

To put it simply, Natasha’s in love with you. It’s been a while now and she’s positive about her feelings. She’s not even in denial of it.

Natasha loves everything about you especially those little things and how you can make her day a thousand times better just by being around. Only realizing it a few years after you became a full time Avenger, you’re still unaware even though you’ve got this wonderful friendship with her.

Friendship, she sighs. She thought she could do anything, unfortunately admitting her stupid feelings isn’t one of them. She’d be risking the friendship and bond you two have, or, you could admit that you felt the same and everyone’ll be happy.

However, the thing is, you don’t.

“I like the way that your face looks when I’m arguing with you”.

She finds you adorable even if it's just the dumbest thing ever.

"Nat!" You whine, flailing your hands at your sides like a child. "I called shotgun!"

"I got here first, didn't I?"

"Children, better hurry it up or we'll miss the premiere." Tony gets in the driver's seat.

Natasha sticks her tongue out and crosses her legs to get comfortable, teasing you. The way your eyebrows furrow and your lips turn into a pout, sometimes you'd flail your arms or cross them is so adorable to her.

"Nat," you drag out, crawling in to sit on her lap and attempt to push her out. You don't think of it much because you're frustrated. "Come on, Nat!"

"There's room for both of us here, this is fine." She smirks, wrapping her arms around your waist making you jolt. You're ticklish like that.

Natasha teasing you is the norm for the team so they barely react, so normal that Tony just goes ahead and drives while you're still on the redhead's lap.

"Stop! We're gonna get pulled over!"

"Eh, they owe us an unpayable debt, remember?"

Even if the matter's more serious, she couldn't help but feel soft for you. Every time.

Inside you were freaking out. It was when the Avengers were handed the Sokovia Accords. They were all your friends and to see them split in two sides was - crazy. You remained undecided, but you knew if you didn't sign you'd probably be behind bars.

Both sides made valid points. After Steve abruptly left you were with Natasha most of the time. She tried her best to persuade you that signing was the best option for the team.

"You know I'm not one with politics, I just don't trust them, Nat," you sigh, gently taking her hand to fiddle with. "But - but then again, we've done enough collateral damage through the years."

Natasha nods. "you know I'm with you no matter what happens, right?"

You nod as well and offer a thankful smile. She truly is your bestest friend.

"Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path," she continues. "Staying together is more important than how we stay together."

Her hand now intertwines with yours. But she gently removes hers, that's way too... weird. You can't just do that, Romanoff.

She mentally sighs in relief since it doesn’t look like you noticed. You remain silent, deep in thought, but you snap out of it when she gets up.

"I'm making a quick stop to London then I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. You're welcome to join me."

And so when, when we all grow old I hope this song will remind you that I’m not half as bad As what you’ve been told

Here we are, sort of like your origin story on how you met the Avengers.

Steve introduced you to the team when you've settled, healed, and able to control your pyrokinesis. You were thankful for them saving you from the HYDRA base because unlike the others, the experiments they ran on you were forced.

As Natasha first laid her eyes on you, that cliché moment in movies where in the character's surroundings seem to slow down and the only thing you're focused on is that one particular person-

She didn't believe in that shit. She would scoff and roll her eyes whenever she saw a scene like that.

But it happened to her. She hated it and would've accused you for taking her breath away.

"Yeah. Natasha Romanoff." She curtly extends a hand for you to shake and you smile at her, taking it.

And for a while she ignores you while simultaneously looking you up behind your back.

Why would someone like you, a genuine and beautiful ray of sunshine, want anything to do with someone like Natasha?

She's terrified of the thought of what your reaction would be if you realize what she'd done in the past. Ah, her past, something she isn’t proud of.

You finally confront her one day, hating how you seem to get a long with everyone just fine except her.

Your real reaction being, "we've all done something really bad that we regret. I mean, look at me, I was treated like a weapon for a quarter of my life and I can produce fire anytime, which I didn't ask for - sorry, I guess what I'm saying is, I don't think you're a bad person Natasha. You're here, aren't you? Saving people's lives? You're a better version of yourself, you're changing and if you ask me that's what really matters. Now, can we get some coffee?"

Natasha's been in love with you ever since.

And when I knock at a hundred and two, And I see your pajamas I can’t stop smiling at you

Natasha heard soft knocks outside her door one night. To be honest she'd be most likely to ignore the harsh and hard knocks, so she got up and made her way to open the door.

There you stood in your pajamas. You hate the matching ones, just like the pair you had on that night. But you also hate mismatching them. Natasha wouldn't admit to think that you look nice in them though. "Hi," you manage to say, avoiding looking her directly in the eyes since you already doubt she'd let you stay just this once. "I... uh, m'sorry for waking you up, Nat-"

While you find the words to say Natasha just observes - that's creepy - admires - she looks, she looks. You're clearly dying inside, probably regretting you knocked, the way you prefer looking at anything but her as you try and get words out, and how you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

"God, you know what? Never mind, I... I'm sorry for waking you up."

Before you could walk away Natasha opens her door wider, her face displaying full concern. "Hey, what happened?"

"It's nothing serious, I was just-"

"As your friend, I'm here for you no matter what," she wonders what'd it be like if it’s more than that. "Plus, I won't be able to go back to sleep either if you end up not telling me." She offers you a smile.

You sigh, looking her in the eye for the first time that night. "Had a nightmare. It was one of those kinds where I had no idea if I was gonna wake up from it - it was just - I feel like if I went back to sleep I'd see it again, you know?" You exhale, frowning.

She's glad you chose to show your vulnerable side to her, it just goes to show that you trust her that much, feeling like you could tell her anything.

You bite your lip, looking away. "I'm being such a baby about it, sorry-"

"Y/N," she states. "Stop apologizing and come here,"

Natasha motions you inside her room and almost immediately you latch yourself onto her, hugging her as you near the bed. It must've been bad, you seem shaken up about it.

You sigh in relief when Natasha pulls the covers over both of you, enveloping you into warmness.

Natasha lies beside you with her elbow propped up to look at you. "Do you... want to talk about it? Or I can put on a movie if you'd like."

You shake your head slightly, scooting near her. "I'm all good now."

Natasha's heart skips a beat, knowing that she's the one making you feel at ease, calm. She smiles and nods, turning to turn off the lamp.

Friends can cuddle, right? She wonders. She wants to wrap an arm around you more than anything but she feels that would be some sort of violation. So she hopes that the closeness of your bodies would be enough, for now. Hopefully.

I said “well I, I like the cut of your jib,”, “I like the way that your face looks when you're yapping on about him,”

Even though you were being affectionate with Natasha sometimes, you never returned her feelings.

Only a total asshole would hang around with someone often and do something that would cross that barrier, giving signs and subtle hints that you liked her, at least that’s what it looked like to Natasha but it ended up actually didn’t. Were you really the one to blame though? You have no idea Natasha likes you more than a friend.

Which lead you to making a very poor choice of opening up about someone you liked, to the one who liked you.

Natasha’s heart was racing when you mentioned you liked someone and planned to take them on a date, but you decided to go to her for advice first. 

It was a fifty-fifty chance for her, really.

“I mean, she is very mysterious,” you thought while running your thumb across your bottom lip. “Wanda.”

From there, Natasha just tried to ignore the sudden ache in her chest, pulling herself together in your presence. Of course it wasn��t her, you would never like someone like her. Plus, it was expected. You and Wanda shared a few more things in common than Natasha.

Noticing that the redhead hasn’t spoken a word, you continue. “I’d like to get to know her better but... you’ve known her longer than me, right, Nat? I want her to be comfortable if I ever get to go out with her.”

She tried to swallow the lump on her throat subtly, avoiding your eyes. She wanted nothing more than to walk away, out of anybody’s sight so no one could see her mercilessly destroy anything in her sight.

“You don’t need to,” she finally replies. “You could watch her favorite sitcoms together and you’ll win her over.”

“Sitcoms?”

“She likes them.”

You pout, pondering about the idea further while Natasha sighs to herself.

And after you excuse yourself to talk to the young witch, Natasha wastes no time to head to her floor to have some well deserved alone time to herself and mope, telling herself that she doesn’t and never will deserve someone like you.

But on this shirt I found your smell I just sat there for ages Contemplating what to do with myself

You and Natasha are both lucky to have each other on the team. The both of you are a match made in heaven on the battlefield, you have each other's backs.

"So... that went well," you state, referring to the mission, putting your hands on your hips as Natasha packs her stuff to get ready to leave for the next day. You bite the inside of your cheek, cursing yourself for packing lightly. "Can I borrow a shirt?"

Natasha just finished showering, now in the process of doing her usual routines before going to bed. She grabs a shirt from her closet and pulls it on.

She sighs exhaustedly, running her fingers through her hair. The fact that the shirt she put on was the same one you borrowed from her that day doesn’t click immediately.

But when it does,

"Fuck."

Natasha told herself to slowly move on because a more-than-friends relationship with you is not happening.

Well, not that she's ever told you directly that she's in love with you, but she can take a hint. You clearly aren’t interested.

And now she sits there alone with a shirt that fucking smells like you, her favorite person. At that moment she wants to just march over to your room and confess.

Trying to move on isn’t a good look on her, key word: trying to.

You’re something else. No one's made her feel this way before.

I called you up at a hundred and two, We just sat there for ages Talking about that boy who was getting on to you

You just might be the most oblivious idiot ever.

Because after your first, second date with Wanda you still failed to notice the changes in Natasha’s mood. You should know, you considered her your best friend, but being with Wanda became your priority ever since you pulled off impressing her on the first date.

Instead of letting you be, Natasha had to call you. At the time you were on your break, taking time off out of the compound. She just wanted some sort of closure at least, wasn’t even sure if that’s what to call it considering you both would still be friends, but she needed it.

“Hey, I won’t take up too much of your time,” she starts, but you immediately bombard her with what happened with your day with Wanda.

Natasha bites her lip as you do, every little thing you mentioned that she could only imagine doing with you sends her heart throbbing. But at the same time she’s happy for you. She simply loved seeing you happy. 

“I couldn’t have managed to do any of it let alone talk to Wanda without your help. Thanks, Nat,” she smiles sadly at your words, completely scrapping the thought of confessing her feelings to you. Maybe it didn’t matter anymore. “We should hang out when I get back. I miss you.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t, I... I’m being sent off for a mission soon,” she blinks back the tears and she could’ve sworn the ache she felt just got worse. Before she could utter another word, you sigh.

“Oh. I’ll see you when you get back, then?”

“I guess.”

When the call ends she goes to her messages to type out the things she’s been dying to say. She’ll be gone when you get back, she won’t have to face you once you’ve read it. After everything I still love you. It’s been too long, you deserve to know.

[1plus1kiyoomi]

Chapter 17: Sakusa Musubi

[prev] [next]

[masterlist] [kia’s slambook]

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“The pre-season starts tomorrow, right?” You ask Kiyoomi as the three of you prepare for bed. Kia is settled in the middle of his bed, wrapped in a blanket burrito. Kiyoomi has her like that so she’ll stop moving around and sleep immediately.

“Yeah,” Kiyoomi answers, taking the Kia burrito in his arms. She starts giggling, excited to be lifted up. “I said go to sleep or I’ll eat you.” Kiyoomi jokingly bites on her covered leg, making her squeal.

“No! No! Don’t eat me!” Kia shrieks in defense, her giggles turning into laughter. “Mama, help! Papa’s eating me!”

You grin from ear to ear, Kia and Kiyoomi’s interaction bringing joy to your heart. You let Kia be, continuing to talk with Kiyoomi. “Can we watch you play tomorrow? Kia has never seen you in an official game.”

“That sounds like a good idea. I’ll tell my manager,” Kiyoomi replies, gently throwing Kia back on the bed.

Kia manages to get out of the wrap, so she crawls going to you. He pulls her back by the ankles, bringing her back close to him. He starts tickling her sides, making her squirm around. “Mama! Help!” Hearing Kia’s sincere pleads, you sigh.

“Omi, that’s enough,” you tell your fiancé. He stops, Kia panting heavily. He whispers something to her and you immediately know what it is. “Don’t go near me. Stay there.” You warn them but they’re already crawling going to you.

“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t attack you?” Kiyoomi asks, hands on his hips. Kia mimics him, her hands on her hips as well.

“Why would you attack me?” You whine, raising your arms, ready to push them away.

“Wrong answer,” Kiyoomi says, hovering on top of you. Kia goes on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs hanging off his sides. “I’ll you another chance.”

“Yeah! Another chance!” Kia repeats, peeking her head at you.

You can’t help but smile. “I’m your  fiancée?” You answer but unsure. Kiyoomi squints his eyes at you, thinking about your answer. He shakes his head, his hands ready to tickle your sides. “Kia! Save me! You love me, right?” You plead to your daughter.

“Kia, don’t help her,” Kiyoomi convinces. “You love me, too, right?” You scowl at him.

Kia goes down from Kiyoomi’s back and sits down beside the two of you. Kiyoomi sits back on the bed, waiting for Kia’s answer. She takes a good look at the to of you, but doesn’t answer.

“I thought I’d never get to ask you this, but here we are,” you chuckle, sitting up and leaning on the headboard.

“What are you talking about?” Kiyoomi apprehensively glances at you, worried about the chuckle you gave out.

“Who do you love more? Mama or papa?”

The room falls silent, the two of you staring at Kia anticipatingly. Kiyoomi crosses his arms, his eyes telling her to choose him. You smile at her, expecting to be chosen. Her eyes shuffle from you to her dad, a serious but empty look plastered on her face.

“I’m sure she’ll choose me,” you tell Kiyoomi proudly.

He scoffs, “If you’re so sure, why has she not given an answer yet?”

“She’s thinking of a way not to break your heart,” you reason confidently. He snickered at your sureness, also certain that Kia will choose him.

“The only one with a broken heart tonight will be you.” He sticks his tongue out, mocking you. You charge at him, but he grabs your hands and stops you. “Kia, tell your mama that you love your papa more.”

You two don’t get a respond, so you check her. She’s lying on the bed, her body under her blanket. You let go of Kiyoomi and fold your arms together. Kiyoomi pokes her but she doesn’t move.

“Good night,” Kia tells the two of you. She’s avoiding your question. You and Kiyoomi laugh, leaving her to sleep. The two of you end up with broken hearts.

You get off the bed to wash your face at his bathroom. He follows you, saying he has to wash his face, too. He locks the bathroom door, so you gulp. You keep your distance, wary of his actions. You know he’s up to something. And you know you can’t say no to him.

“2 meters,” you tell him, making sure you’re out of reach from him. He pouts at you. “We did it last night and Kia is just outside. Don’t even think about it.”

He moves closer to you, but you step away further. “The walls are soundproof.”

“I swear to god Sakusa Kiyoom, move any closer and I’ll-,” you warn him.

“You’ll what?” He says with a cocky tone, stepping closer to you. He lifts your chin up with his finger, his darkening irises piercing through yours. “You’ll what, angel?”

You cursed under your breath, your knees becoming weak. He smirks, seeing your pressed thighs. You pull him by the back of his neck, making him bend down so you can capture his lips into a kiss. He tilts his head to the side so you can kiss him better. He places his hand on your butt, squeezing on it. You spring in surprise and he takes this as a chance to lift you up by your thighs.

“Let’s take a shower.”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Omi! What happened to your back?” The whole changing room of the MSBY Black Jackals team freezes at Bokuto’s question. They’ve all seen what Bokuto’s talking about. They just choose not to say something about it, afraid to be in their teammate’s bad side.

“Did Kia scratch you?” Hinata asks, worriedly looking at Sakusa’s back.

“It’s from (Y/N),” Sakusa replies nonchalantly, staring at his two curious and worried teammates.

“These idiots...” Atsumu mutters to himself. He takes a peek at Kiyoomi’s back and can’t help it but smirk. ‘He really went hard last night? And before a game day? Nasty. Just nasty.’

You on the other hand is walking Kia around outside of the arena, waiting for their manager. He arrives and gives you two the special passes that Kiyoomi has requested for. You thank him and he leads you two near the locker rooms so you can meet Kiyoomi before the game.

“Mu-chan!” Kia squeals, running towards Atsumu. You watch her as she latches on the setter.

Your eyes wander around the room, looking for Kiyoomi’s curly hair. You feel someone blow on your ear so you flinch, looking back only to see the man you were looking for. His mask was pulled down to his chin so you could see his whole face.

“Are you sure Kia won’t be afraid of the crowd later?” He asks you, staring at his daughter from the distance. “You know how loud it can get when the game starts.”

“I think she’ll be fine,” you reassure him. Kia sees Kiyoomi so she comes down from Atsumu’s arms and start dashing back to you and her father.

“Papa!” She screams on top of her lungs on her way to the two of you. Kiyoomi squats down, his arms wide open, ready to hug her. She prances to his arms, hugging him tightly. “I’m gonna watch you play!”

“Is that so? I’ll do my best then,” he replies, gently smiling at her. Their manager calls them back to prepare. “Give me a good luck kiss.” Kiyoomi lowers his head, Kia planting a kiss on his forehead. He stands up and leans down, waiting for a kiss from you.

“Win the match and I’ll kiss you,” you tease, chuckling. He rolls his eyes then puts his mask back on. “Good luck, Omi.”

You and Kia head to your designated seats, waiting for the game to start. The team starts to enter and the roars get louder, startling Kia. You calm her down, making sure she won’t cry. She sees Kiyoomi walk on the court, her fears forgotten. She leans near the railing, wanting to see him clearly.

“Kyo! Papa!” She screams on top of her lungs, waving her arms. Kiyoomi spots her and grins at her, taking the attention of cameras and the commentators. Sakusa Kiyoomi smiling is rare. They got to take a lot of footage for the fan service.

“Flying kiss,” you instruct her. She puts her small palm on her pouty lips, then flicks her wrist, making a smooch sound. Kiyoomi pretends to catch the kiss then swallows it. Kia giggles, turning his smile into a grin.

“Go Omi!! Get that service ace!” You screamed, your voice echoing through the entire gym. You even beat the Itachiyama Academy’s cheering squad loudness. He looked up to you, a little bit embarrassed. Not by you, but because his ears were turning red from excitement. He loved hearing you cheer for him.

You blew a kiss at him. You saw him shyly catch the kiss with his hand, making you smile. He wasn’t a big fan of PDA but he loved showing off that you were together. So he allowed all these cringe-worthy actions in public.

The whistle blew, signaling that he could serve. Before he could throw his service toss, he kissed the palm of his hand that caught your kiss.

And he got a service ace.

You look up to the screens hanging on the ceiling and see that the cameras have captured everything. Everyone is cooing and squealing, the commentators asking who the little girl Sakusa Kiyoomi is being soft for. Kia sees herself on the screen so she hides her face on your chest, shy. The cameras move away, giving her comfort back.

The game starts and the commentators introduce the players. “And for the MSBY Black Jackals!”

“Musubi?” Kia tilts her head to the side, the name of the team capturing her attention. “Can I change my name to Musubi?”

“You wanna be called Sakusa Musubi?” You giggle at her sudden suggestion. She nods, determined. “We can’t change your name, baby. Uncle Keikei chose your name for you. He’ll be heart broken if you change your name.”

“Then can we name my baby brother Sakusa Musubi?” Kia asks. You blink your eyes multiples times in confusion. Maybe you just misheard her because of the noise.

“What did you say baby?” You make her clarify.

“I want my baby brother to be Sakusa Musubi,” she repeats. You didn’t hear her wrong.

“You want a baby brother?” You chuckle, not taking her words seriously. You take it as one of her random babbles. “Did your uncle Keikei and Kenken tell you to say that again?”

“No. Papa.” Her reply makes you stop, your full attention on her.

“Papa?” You raise an eyebrow and she nods.

“Papa Kyo. He said you and him will give me baby brother.”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Spam Musubi Recipe

Ingredients:

2 cups uncooked short-grain white rice 2 cups water 6 tablespoons rice vinegar ¼ cup soy sauce ¼ cup oyster sauce ½ cup white sugar 1 (12 ounce) container fully cooked luncheon meat (e.g. Spam) 5 sheets sushi nori (dry seaweed) 2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Directions: 

Step 1: Clean rice grains by rinsing and draining it AT LEAST TWICE. Please watch Uncle Roger’s tutorial on how to properly cook rice the Asian way. Step 2: Once rice is cooked, mix in rice vinegar while it’s hot. Set rice aside to cool. Step 3: In a separate bowl, stir together soy sauce, oyster sauce, and sugar until sugar is completely dissolved. Slice luncheon meat into desire thickness and marinate it for at least 5 minutes. Step 4: In a large skillet, heat oil over medium high heat. Cook the spam/ luncheon meat until desired crispiness. Step 5: Cut nori sheets in half and lay on a flat work surface. Place a rice press in the center of the sheet, and press rice tightly inside. Top with a slice of luncheon meat, and remove press. Wrap nori around rice mold, sealing edges with a small amount of water. (Rice may also be formed by hand in the shape of the meat slices, 1 inch thick.)

Musubi may be served warm or chilled.

[prev] [next]

Taglist:  @elianetsantana​ aoi-turtle ptv-hades  aquzairus a-applepijustoneofthefangirlsarianna-r13 morenabambinii chaelysian loser-keiji mxngy ne-kuroon1fangirlsblog d-efendmissalicebaskervillemarvelousbakugou @agaashesmilktea​ bonkyandloki kimi09 ntimacy @mkazuyuh  ushi-please minty-mangos-world @dearest-kiyoomi​ yeehawslap  onlyshinjiobsessedwhxre

[harrywritingsbyme]

Hi my love, do you think you can write a quick smut about Harry fucking me from behind while I’m on my stomach and like he’s whispering to me about how good I feel and how much he loves me or just something that will make my pussy quiver and maybe he makes me squirt too🥺👉👈

Sunday Smut Concept #17

A/N: This was probably one of the easiest thing I’ve ever written! Like, everything just clicked together instantly and the juices were flowing and it was just great. Anyways, it’s filthyy and I HIGHLY suggest you getting a 2 liter of holy water before reading. Enjoy🙃 

There is no doubt in my mind that this would be Harry and Y/n. 

Harry had always been a big fan of teasing; only if you were the one on the receiving end. He hated it when you took the opportunity (whenever you had it) to just tease him. But when he was the one who would do all the teasing, he loved it. And tonight was anything but an exception to that.

You and Harry were very deep into a heavy make-out session. It was filled with sloppy, tongue filled kisses and muffled moans. You two were down to just your underwear, and hands were everywhere. You could feel Harry’s hands glide up to your chest to grasp and massage your breasts in his hands, and back down to latch onto your hips to grind you down harder against his cock. Your panties were beyond soaked too. You were so wet that your arousal had not only gone through your panties, but it was starting to seep through the material of Harry’s underwear too. Feeling this, along with feeling your hips moving faster against his cock, and hearing your moans getting louder were all signs that you needed him bad. These were also his queue to pull away from you. 

He thought that this was the perfect opportunity to tease you. And he knew just how to do it. 

When he pulls away from you, out of habit, your head pushes forward to push your lips back onto his. When you don’t feel them against yours, your eyes shoot open to find Harry tilting his head back against the headboard with a smug smirk spread across his face. 

“Why’d you stop?” You pout at him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Because I wanted t’mess with you. And because I have an idea.” Harry explains, bringing his head down to look at you and pulling your arms down from your chest. He wanted to enjoy the view.

“Would you like to tell me this idea?” You ask. You were starting to get annoyed with him. All you wanted was for the throbbing between your legs to go away, and for Harry’s cock to be deep inside of you. You thought that Harry had the same idea, but apparently he had other plans.

“So my idea was that we play a little game.” He begins, resting his hands on your thighs. When you give him the ‘hurry up and finish’ look he continues on. “The game would involve, you, one of your toys in the closet, and my book.” You didn’t even have to hear the rest of it to connect the dots. “I want you to lay on the bed in front of me with those damp panties on and the toy on you while I read up here. If you can hold off on cumming until I finish reading this chapter, I’ll fuck you nice and hard the way you like it.” Harry explains. Harry wanted to spice up his nightly reading. 

“What if I can’t do it?” You inquire. 

“Then I won’t fuck you tonight, I won’t push my cock into you tonight before bed, and you’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning to see if I feel like fucking you.” Harry lists. You were too needy for him to wait until tomorrow morning. So you were going to try your absolute hardest tonight. 

“And how hard are we talking about?” You ask suspiciously. The reward sounded good and all, but you just wanted to make sure you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. If you were going to be teased to the max, you wanted to make sure that you were getting as much of a reward as possible. 

Without any type of warning, Harry lifts his hand from your thigh and wraps it snugly around your throat. 

“Pin you against the mattress, pound my cock deep into you, which is very deep, and make you cum and scream as I do it hard. Is that hard enough for you?” 

Your heart rate was already at 500 just from him wrapping his hand around your throat. Hearing him tell you just how hard he was going to give it to you only made the throbbing between your legs stronger and your hear pound right out of your chest. When you take too long to answer, he tightens his hand that was around your throat.

“Is that hard enough?” He asks again. You quickly nod yes through his grip and he releases his grip on you with a slight shove. “Now go pick out the toy you want to use.” He instructs. Without wasting anymore time, you hop right off of the bed on your already wobbly legs and you go straight to the closet.

When you choose the toy that you want, you choose the one that wasn’t too powerful. You and Harry had tried out many toys, and the both of you agreed that this one wasn’t strong enough. This was the only time you were excited to use it. But it didn’t last long because when Harry saw what you chose, he wasn’t having any of it. 

“You really chose that one.” Harry says amusedly, pushing himself up from the headboard. “You can do better than that. Go back and choose a better one. If you don’t pick right this time, I’ll pick for you.” Harry continues, sending you back into the closet. It’s funny how the one thing you had control over was no longer under your control. 

When you go back into the closet, you already know which one you needed to choose. You pick the one that Harry deemed as his favorite. It was almost as big as his cock, and it had the most powerful vibrations out of all the toys in the box. With this one, the tiny bit of confidence you had in being able to hold off for Harry was dwindling very quickly. You put the box back onto the shelf and you go back into the bedroom to Harry. 

“Now that’s a good girl.” Harry praises when he sees your new selection. When you get closer to the bed, you hand him the dildo, and Harry instructs you to lay on the bed facing the headboard. Once you’re in this position, Harry kneels between your legs, pushing them far apart so that you’re completely exposed to him. “Need yeh t’get it nice and wet f’me.” He says, bringing the toy up to your mouth. Without hesitation, you part your lips for him and he pushes the toy into your mouth. He watches as the toy disappears into your mouth, and down your throat. He continues to push it in until he hears you gag a little bit around it. He pulls the now coated toy from your mouth and you immediately try to catch your breath. “Always good at takin’ a cock down that throat of yours.” Harry praises, reaching in with his other hand to pull your panties to the side. When he does this, he can see the thick, and sticky strings of your arousal stretch from your pussy to the material of your panties. Seeing this immediately made his cock stir in his pants. When you see him bringing the dildo inbetween your legs, you lift your head up to watch what he’s doing. This doesn’t last long though, because once you feel the toy on you, and then pushing inside, your head falls right back down against the bed.

“Oh my god.” You moan loudly. You could feel the ridges of the toy, gliding against your walls as it went deeper inside of you. It wasn’t Harry’s cock at all. But in this moment, you’d take just about anything. 

“Make all y’noise now because when m’reading, y’gonna have t’be quiet. The quicker I finish the chapter, the quicker I can fuck yeh.” Harry reminds, pushing the last bit of the toy into you. He doesn’t even give you time to calm down before he turns it on. He starts off on the lowest setting, gradually increasing it to the second to highest speed. He wanted to be a little nice since you were already throbbing for him. He pulls your panties back over, covering the dildo and keeping it securely inside of you. There were times where you were so wet to the point that the toy would just slip out. And that’s the last thing that Harry wanted. He watches you squirm and try to keep your moans at bay for a little bit before propping up a few pillows on the headboard and lying back against them. He pulls your body up so that his body is between your legs and he gets prepared to read. He puts his glasses on, and picks up the book he was currently reading. While you were picking out your toy, he flipped to the chapter he was on to see how long it was. 

Luckily for him and unfortunately for you, it wasn’t by any means a short one.

“Gonna need you to be a good girl for daddy and keep quiet while he reads.” He reminds you once more while he goes to where he previously placed his bookmark. When he says this, you quiet down a little bit.

This entire time, you thought that he’d be simply reading to himself. But once again, you were sadly mistaken. You had to not only endure a vibrating dildo that was pushed all the way up into you and pressing right into your special spot, but the sound of Harry’s smooth voice as he read! He was trying to make you fail. But, you weren’t going to let him win. It was so hard to do though. The feeling of the toy vibrating deep inside of you felt amazing. They were radiating throughout your body and right to your clit as well. It didn’t help at all that Harry’s voice was doing things to you that you didn’t even think were possible. This happened to you more times than you could even count. You would hear Harry speaking about god knows what, and you get turned on beyond belief. But even though this was the case, you were managing to keep your moans low and to a whimper. You were holding back so much that little streams of tears were falling from the corners of your eyes.

 And Harry watched as it all played out. 

As he was reading, Harry managed to sneak little peaks here and there of you (it was more like what was left of you). After every period or page turn, he would watch you squirm and moan below him at the sensations of the dildo inside of you. You were feeling so good that at some point, you were digging the heel of your foot into Harry’s thigh, all the way up to stomach. To which Harry wrapped his hand around your ankle to stop you from going further up. Seeing you in this state, which was a complete mess, was beyond difficult for Harry to watch. He could even see your arousal dripping from your filled panties and onto the bed. His cock was beyond hard (it was actually throbbing) and he knew that as soon as he pushed into you, he was going to explode. You looked so pretty when you were all pitiful and begging for him. He wanted to just throw the book down, flip you over and just fuck you both to mind-blowing orgasms. But he held in there and kept reading.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Harry was finished reading the chapter. Harry barely finished the last sentence before he was pulling his glasses and throwing them along with the book onto the bedside table. The primal instinct and desire deep inside of him completely took over. Before either of you knew it, Harry had shover his boxers off, and flipped you onto your stomach. He ripped the thin, damp panties you were wearing off of your body and pulled the drenched dildo from you. He then proceeds to waste no time in replacing it with his even better (and bigger) cock. Instead of letting out sighs of relief, you and Harry let out cries of relief instead. This is the moment the both of you were desperately needing. You screamed out at the feeling of his cock plunging into the deepest part of you. You knew that you weren’t going to last long at all. 

And neither was Harry. Feeling your spongey, and warm walls squeeze his cock after each thrust was a lot to handle. It became so much for him, that he rested his entire upper body against your back as he continued to slam his cock into you. When he did this, his mouth was right at your ear, prompting him to pant little things into your ear.

“Feel so good ‘round me baby.” Harry pants. Hearing this only pushed you right to the edge. Having him put his weight on you like this, only pushed you deeper into the mattress. Causing you to feel his cock moving deep inside of you even better. What Harry does next sends you completely over the edge. He manages to snake his hand beneath you and right between your legs, stopping right at your clit. He doesn’t even have to move his fingers for you to just let go around his cock.

“M’cumming!” You scream out to him. As if your release was infectious, Harry follows right behind you. Your releases crashed down onto you two extremely hard. As the both of you let go, a part of your bodies went numb. One of your legs was already numb to begin with, so the rest of your body just followed suit. The both of you were screaming and panting messes as you rode out your orgasms. Every time Harry thought he released every drop of cum into you, more spilled out. It was like your walls were milking his cock for as much of his cum as possible. 

Once you two were done for sure, Harry manages to roll over onto his side, pulling you along with him. He keeps his hips tightly against you to keep his cock, and as much of his cum as possible inside of you. 

“I love you so much.” Harry slurs, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck before falling off to sleep with you. 

Neither you or Harry needed a bedtime story to fall asleep when you had this.

Masterlist

[imthepunchlord]

Alya Best to Least

Marinette, Adrien, Nino, Kagami

Alya is a pretty spread out individual that makes her one of the uncommon characters who can actually match with up to three miraculouses, which sets up her potential as another miraculous prodigy like Marinette. Alya has full capability of being a teamplayer and follower, but she has her moments of leadership, as we see that Marinette and Nino will follow Alya, and between the two, she is usually the one who takes charge of girl squad meetings. She is a very straight forward, direct, and pushy individual at times (though she often means well in her pushiness). While known for her flamboyance, excitment, and being a reactive character, she does have her moments of calm that allow her to be a solid supportive friend when required (and when the writers allow it). And with her curiosity and drive, she is eager and ready to get involved in whatever catches her interest. Between her broad imagination, how reactive she can be, how involved she likes to be, and having capability of thinking and planning, there are three miraculouses that suit her best and can work off her strengths. 

Alya’s best are Bee, Turtle, and Peafowl. All allow her to be direct and have a support role in battle, and meet different aspects to her. Bee works off her energy and straightforwardness; Turtle plays off her wanting to be a supportive friend and to be on the front lines; Peafowl plays off her quick ideas and preferring to play by her own rules. 

Bee matches Alya with her straightforward characteristics, being active, and her goal to see her interests through to the end. This miraculous also leaves it open if she wants to be a follower or leader. And as Alya is not an aggressive character herself despite how direct she can be, this won't be a power that's recklessly used by Alya. And as Venom requires some subtlety and calculation in use, I have a lot of faith in Alya using it well. Seen in Darkblade, she can be crafty and sneaky, catching Chloe off guard as she’s recording her. In terms of symbolism, this miraculous matches her as a character as bees are very involved with each other, and expect things to run as they should. This matches Alya as a very involved character and can work off her pushiness as she expects things to go a certain way. 

Growth wise, this expands on her critical thinking and tactics. As Venom requires being smart and sneaky in use, this can elaborate on how Alya approaches a situation, while not discouraging her directness. 

With Pollen I see a similar outcome with Marinette, Pollen would be a good source of support and devotion, and can grow through her interactions with Alya who will want a kwami who feels more like her equal. She will not shy away from Pollen’s praise though, she would enjoy the validation that she’s a queen. 

With Turtle, it also matches Alya as a very direct and straightforward character, but works more off her as a supportive friend that’s here to be in the heat of things, but not being the direct confronter. As pushy and direct as Alya can be, she’s not an aggressive character. Marinette’s actually more likely to throw hands than Alya (and that’s when push comes to shove). As seen in Origins, Alya ultimately backed off from Chloe, taking Marinette with her as a show that she chose to sit with Marinette herself instead of it being through Chloe’s own decision. This largely shows she’s ready to be in the heat of things, but not be the confronter. For Turtle, this works as you want the user to be in the thick of it, but have that goal more set around watching over allies than facing the direct conflict themselves. This isn’t an aggressive miraculous about fighting, this is more about having your friends’ back and being a shield for them. Similarly to Adrien, this offers Alya protection as well as she does have tendencies of self endangerment. 

Growth wise, this can help her be smarter on her approach without discouraging her involvement. And as a miraculous that can count for self-protection, can ideally help her learn to be more aware of her own safety without being reckless with it, but not discouraging her from involving herself. 

With Wayzz, I see them getting along, if headbutting occasionally as Alya can be headstrong and is on the fiery side of things whereas Wayzz is more passive but grounded. Alya as a reactive character that is on the go, she can be too responsive at times, which can lead to Wayzz calling her out, reminding her to slow down and consider everything, not what's before her. 

With Peafowl, it matches with Alya’s tendency to play by her own rules and makes use of her imagination. She gets to make whatever golem she desires, and allows her to think and create what she believes would be best choice. As every golem is made from a section of her fan, this can allow flexibility and a learning curve if the first idea she latches onto didn’t work. This miraculous allows flexibility in where she wants to be in the field. It’s not a must for Peafowl to be in the field but if it wants to, it can. This miraculous does still keep in her being a support role as she and her golems can actively assist allies in fights. She can even take on a protective role while her golem takes on the aggressive, taking on a role that she herself isn’t inclined to do. 

Growth wise, this would expand on her quick-thinking and creativity, and add onto her observation skills and detail gathering as she needs to consider what would be a desirable golem to use. 

With Duusu, they would be a very energetic and chaotic pair. Duusu’s goofy energy and flare would add onto Alya’s, which could make Alya an even more expressive character than she already is. With very similar energy and being affectionate characters, I see them becoming very fast friends. In terms of advisement, I do see Duusu reminding Alya to consider everything and to truly look and not latch onto what’s on the surface. 

As Alya is solid with 3/5, she has no least fit, but these two are a not so ideal matches. She can technically be able to pull them off, but she would struggle more with Butterfly and Fox than the other three. 

Starting with Butterfly, Alya matches Butterfly that she wants to help people, she wants to lift them up and push them to face their challenges head on. She can also know what to say to reassure, support, and comfort people who are in need to hear what they need to hear. She’s also open to reaching out to new people, is fully capable of sending others out to assist another (Kung Food sending Adrien over as translator), and this miraculous can allow her to be a leader or to be a teammate, and Butterfly is flexible for where in the field she can be. On surface level, this miraculous is very appealing as a match. But the issue is Alya’s pushiness, tendencies of being oblivious and inconsiderate, and she can be dismissive of others. As much as Alya can be helpful emotionally, she does have tendencies of being too pushy and is oblivious of the anxiety she can cause. Biggest example is her trying to help Marinette which has left Marinette a very anxious mess as she pushed Marinette forward before she herself is ready to go forward. And to use this miraculous well, you need to have an idea as to when to back off and let go; something Alya would struggle with as she’s the sort that likes to see things to the end and can be dismissive of others. Biggest example is New York special, Marinette tells Alya she wants to move on from Adrien but Alya keeps trying to push the Adrienette agenda, ignoring Marinette’s words as getting these two together is her biggest goal. 

Growth wise this miraculous has potential, it works to Alya’s strength and want to help people and being emotionally invested, and can help her learn to be more aware of others feelings and conscious of what they’re telling her. That would come with learning to listen and opening up her mindset more and putting some distance between herself and others issues. But to learn these things will take time and chances are good that she can wind up overwhelming her champions around the start of using this miraculous. 

While I do see Alya and Nooroo as an amiable pair, I do think she has more energy than he would like. Very soft spoken, I don’t see him always catching Alya’s attention, not to say he never would though as she can be calming and listening when she wants to be. 

Now Fox. Like Butterfly, this has a lot of surface level appears and should be a good match. Alya has a lot of characteristics that make her a good fox: she is curious, she is willing to be sneaky and use underhanded tactics, she has an eye for detail, a broad imagination, and is a risk taker. This miraculous is a support role and also plays by its rules, which also fits her. The issues though stem that Alya is a very straight forward character, both in her actions and how she thinks, this leads to her illusions being very basic. To do a masterful illusion, it requires having all the facts, and taking a moment to consider what the best option is; Alya as a reactive character who latches onto the first thought she gets doesn’t set her up to do immediate skilled illusions that will be elaborate and complex. Another issue is that this is a limiting miraculous for Alya in the field. Fox is meant to be more background support, manipulate from the shadows. Alya doesn’t have that level of cunning or manipulation required for a good Fox at the start, nor is she the sort to step back and work from the shadows. She’s incredibly limited as Fox, like the s2 finale, when you watch Rena Rouge closely, she does little to nothing in that fight which made her inclusion pointless and costing as her being turned into Rena Rage had Carapace immediately give up. The last big issue is all with Lila and how they wrote Alya’s interactions with her. She’s not a very encouraging Fox to see knowing how easily led and manipulated she is. If she had Bee or Turtle assigned to her instead, this wouldn’t be as big of an issue as those aren’t about looking deeper into things. But she is the Fox, the supposed to be master trickster and manipulator, and she’s being easily lied to. It’s niether impressive or encouraging. 

Growth potential is there, but you’re not going to have an immediately good Fox on the team when Alya has it. She is limited with one illusion to use per transformation, but she can gradually learn to get better and more elaborate with her illusions. Especially if she allows creativity to flow and consider more options than the first idea that comes to mind. She can also learn subtlety and get better at working people around her. This can also work on her observation skills and looking more into things than trusting them at surface level. 

I see Trixx largely having a similar dynamic with Alya as he would with Adrien. At the core friendly and playful, but easily leading and manipulating her to what he will perceive as the best route for her. This will help her grow and question more and consider all details, feeding into her curious nature. This will largely start out one sided in terms of mental equality, but I do see Alya getting wise to Trixx game as she grows mentally. 

Between Ladybug and Cat, Alya should receive Ladybug. Like, neither of them are an entirely ideal fit, but between the two, Ladybug would be better for Alya. 

I can see Alya having some potential for the Ladybug as it requires quick thinking, having an eye for detail, and being quick to respond to situations; but it also requires taking in all factors and thinking outside the box. As Alya works off the first idea that comes to mind, Lucky Charm will be a struggle as its usually not so basic or clear what to use it for first. I do her able to figure it out, just not immediately. Despite this, it would allow Alya to be more involved than Fox would as the Ladybug does have to be in the field though not close to the heat, which is where Alya would like to be. 

Alya and Tikki though would be a good match over all, though I do see them headbutting occasionally. Tikki can help Alya learn to be more conscious of her friends and their feelings, pointing out when Alya’s pushing too much, and Alya in turn is more than capable of not letting Tikki have full sway over her and know her limits. Unlike Marinette, who naturally wants to please, Alya is not a pleaser and won’t take on more than she can chew. No risk of a developing Atlas complex with her having Tikki. 

Cat would have a lot of the appeals of Bee, plus Turtle’s natural set up to protect and watch out for allies. And of course, Alya wouldn’t be reckless with Cataclysm and be smart with it, using only when necessary. Big issue is that this could be more aggressive than what Alya would like. Cat has a role that has it be up close and personal with enemies, to be very engaging and involved. Alya will face that heat, but she’s not one to prefer really fighting it. She’d be able to get it down quickly but it wouldn’t be her preference. 

With Plagg, he can be a nice contrast to Alya, not just in fun interaction potential, but also in his personality as he is Alya’s opposite (lazy and not one to involve himself). Ideally when Alya’s getting too caught up in herself, Plagg can help bring her back down to the ground and help her slow down, but I can see potential possibilities of them having similar issues that Adrien and Plagg have in canon: Alya deciding that Plagg isn’t always worth listening to. I can see her listening to Plagg more than Adrien, but I can also see her dismissing him quite a bit as well. 

[xcandydolluniverse]

(Theory) Rin is special. She’s keeping the Tree of Ages ‘pure’

Having Episode 8,

I’m starting to think that Rin is not just there to sleep. or as a hostage.

Her being inside the Tree of Ages is intentional.

Main points:

[1] She’s there to keep the balance, and allows the Tree of Ages to manifest its ‘good side’ -keeping in mind that Root Head (’evil’) is latched on the tree.

[2] While at the same time, keeps her in some form of ‘stasis’ or protection - that’s why Sesshomaru is kind of ‘fine’ with the things as they are.

[3] ‘Treekyo’ has natural sleep-related powers. She can put Root Head to sleep. With that, she can put Rin to sleep as well?

[4] The ‘Dream Butterfly’ is a compounded sleep effect, commissioned by Sesshomaru.

[5] Rin being inside the Tree is intentional. Either she, Kagome, Sesshomaru, or Kaede, set it up.

[6] Rin is keeping the Tree ‘pure’ while Kagome is away, probably doing the other ‘equally taxing part’ of the plan in another time/realm, with Inuyasha. Meanwhile, the village remains in a state of calm, with Kaede around.

[7] If that is indeed a birth kimono and she really had complications with childbirth, then theory [2] can still apply and [1] is just an after effect. Probably an idea suggested by Bokuseno/MamaSessh to Sesshomaru.

[8] Rin is special. She was the first person revived by Tenseiga (Sesshomaru). And her soul was not so easily consumed in the Underworld. I think the Meido stone revival is not applicable to everyone. There is ‘something’ about her, that links why she’s in the Tree - aside from being Sesshomaru’s important person.

Enables the Tree to manifest it’s ‘good side’

Previously, I’ve made a theory post discussing Treekyo’s role and said I can’t decide whether she’s good or bad. Now I think, parallel with the Shikon no Tama, the Tree of Ages can have a good side and a bad side too, depending on the soul of the ‘user‘. 

I’ll say it again, Root Head is stupid - he is just sneaky. Watch Episode 1 again and see how reckless he is. In Episode 4, he even allowed himself to be bribed by Moroha. My theory is that someone is using him (Yotsume? fake Yotsume?) in feudal era to cause commotion in the village where Kagome is and eventually look for everyone’s weaknesses. Why? To buy time for the rise of power, to buy time for acquiring the pearls. The later goal of which could also be to corrupt the Tree of Ages. (I’m not sure if Root Head was fully exterminated from the Tree, re Ep 4)

I imagine Rin sacrificing herself to keep the Tree ‘stable’ while the other OG cast do their part of the plan re Degenerate Age [1], [6]. Her driving factor? Towa, Setsuna, Sesshomaru. 

Rin is shown on episode 4 and 8 for build up. There would be something special about her character like as discussed in [8]. We haven’t seen adult Rin so the possibilities are endless, like, she has developed some purification or channeling powers..? [9] We're all clueless with the happenings right at this point (after Ep 8), but the reason why she is IN the tree and why she of all people (and not someone else, i.e. Kagome) has something to do with the bigger picture of the problem we have in Yashahime. 

The Dream Butterfly is commissioned by Sesshomaru

Kaede mentioned that the last time she saw Sesshomaru was when he took the twins with him. He’s never been in the village again, meaning, Rin is not there any longer. He has no reason to go back. So that’s assuming Rin has been in the tree before he took the babies,~14 years ago. I assume he took care of them for the mean time until the fire incident.

The ‘dream butterfly’ happened after the fire incident that separated the twins. I think Sesshomaru was involved in that fire incident at least, and he was only able to save Setsuna. He later raised her for a while and searched for the dream butterfly, upon learning about it. 

Here’s a 4-fold reason why Sesshomaru commissioning the butterfly would work, connecting    him-Towa-Setsuna-Rin-truth   :

Setsuna is deeply hurt with the separation with Towa. Taking her unpleasant memories even if it included him + taking her sleep, will enable her to become strong. Like nothing will hold her back. He then made her return to Kaede and gave her mokomoko. Plus, this also kinda works in a way, being unable to sleep had been an advantage in the battle with Yotsume, on Ep 8. At least there’s one who’d always be awake in the Yashahimes.

The ‘dream butterfly’ thing is a repeated transaction: taking Setsuna’s dreams and giving them to Rin. Maybe in this way, Rin can have a connection with the twins. She wasn’t able to raise them after all.

Sesshomaru sets Towa and Setsuna on a path. He believes one day, Towa would know about the dream butterfly and would act upon it. This will lead the twins TO Rin. That one day, they would find their mom. That one day they would be strong enough to know and face the whole truth.

I imagine Sesshomaru taking the blame for the following: Rin being in the tree + the dream butterfly. He’s lowkey setting his self as a bad character, so that the twins will have the resolve and reason to fight him one day?

Sesshomaru has a plan to free Rin

Apart from what I have thoroughly discussed about Sesshomaru and the dream butterfly, I think Sesshomaru actually CAN free Rin anytime, he’s just holding back (1) because the OG cast has been sacrificing a lot (including Rin), and (2) the Yashahimes need to be lead to a ‘path’ and they need to collect the rainbow pearls.

“If you forsake this girl.. “ could also mean that he is capable of removing Rin from this state in the tree anytime. He just choses not to be selfish because he cares for everyone. That, and they have an ongoing plan with the real Kirinmaru. They’re just waiting for the Yashahimes to be ready.

[johnkrrasinski]

hush;

full masterlist

Pairings: steve rogers x female!reader (AU)

Word count: 2,171

Warning: SMUT, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, mentions of prostitution(?). MUST BE 18+

Summary: steve rogers, a powerful business man hired you to be his escort for some social events. it certainly pays well to be his employee though.

a/n: wrote this for @allaboardthereadingrailroad​‘s marvel diversity  challenge. i chose the prompt pretty woman since it’s literally one of my favorite movies ever and i actually had this idea of steve rogers hiring me to be his escort and then ended up falling in love with me before i began writing fanfics. also, this was written with an asian reader in mind but this fic is inclusive to all types of ethnicity. enjoy!

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

"This way miss," Denis aka the elevator attendant guided you away from the elevator, crossing the lobby. he led you to a room in the hotel that you hadn't swung by before.

You could hear the euphonious sound of piano playing, though muffled by the door before Denis pushed it opened for you, revealing the person you had been looking for clad in his shirtsleeves. The lights in the room were dimmed and his audience was only the cleaning crew working the night shift. You approached him slowly, enjoying the sight of him playing the piano.

You'd always thought that piano was the most magnificent musical instrument and you used to sit at every piano stool every time you passed by one at the mall. you didn't grow up in a wealthy family, hence, you didn't have the resources to buy one and learn to master it yourself. So when you see people passionately dancing their fingers on the keys of this swanky instrument, you were always captivated. Just like how you were at the moment.

You stopped behind him, just standing there to watch the private show, and then once it was finished, the cleaning crew applauded and steve thanked them. You walked closer to the piano and leaned on the sleek black lid.

"I didn't know you played."

"I only play for strangers."

"I was getting lonely upstairs all by myself."

Steve turned his eyes to the crowd, "Gentlemen, would you mind leaving us, please?"

The cleaning crew exited the room and wished him goodnight.

You chuckled watching the scene plays out, "people always do what you tell them to do?"

Steve grabbed you by the waist and set you right in front of him. You could hear the poor yowling as you slid through. Steve placed his head on your belly, wordlessly asking for steam of solace.

You ran your fingers through his hair and looked down on him, your face formed a quizzical expression. Steve looked up, and you could see the weariness on his face. The dinner that you both had just attended left him fatigued and he wasn't one to open up about his emotions, no matter how burdensome they are. so he'd rather project them onto your body and drain all the exhaustion on you.

He began untying the belt of your robe and you were still clad in your cocktail dress underneath. He loved that look on you, he took a few seconds to regard at the way the delicate fabric wreathed your curves, showcasing the indentation flawlessly. He lifted your dress and the graze of his touch left shivers cascading down your spine. "I guess so," you whispered.

Steve grabbed you by the back of your thighs, lifted you and sat you on the piano. the keys once again filling the silence of the room as they were nudged by your feet.

He stared at you longingly as he stroked your hair that was falling on your face. He slowly inched his face closer to yours and then he pressed his kiss onto yours. It wasn't anything demanding or coy, but rather... Passionate. The kind that accelerates your heartbeat, filling your chest with sparks and made you crave for more. He grabbed your face as he kissed you and then he moved his lips down to your neck, arising butterflies in your stomach.

The bathrobe around your body slumped on the piano, leaving you only in your lace cocktail dress. Steve caressed the shape of your body, and you arched your back for him. He skimmed his fingers from your chest to your belly until he reached your thighs. He spread your legs apart and he sat down on the piano chair, ready to take his time with you. He lifted the hem of your dress once more to allow himself more access, then he pulled down your lace underwear down your legs and sniffed the sweet scent that lingered on the material.

He then lowered his face to your dripping core, and he latched his mouth onto the flesh of your inner thigh. He nipped the skin with his teeth, trailing little love bites all the way up to your core. The roughness of his beard against your skin created tantalizing burn.

He dipped his tongue into your core and licked a stripe on your pussy and you gasped at the titillation. He kept his hands on your creamy thighs to prevent them from closing in. He lapped on your sweet, dripping nectar ravenously, before he moved onto your clit and sucked it, gyrating your head. You moaned at the stimulation as you arched your back again. You tangled your fingers in his dark brown hair and tugged on it. "Oh, Steve..." You whimpered as he kept on devouring you like a famished man.

He groaned at your taste, the reverberation shot electricity through your veins. You could feel your climax approaching, a bubble forming in your abdomen, ready to burst. And then Steve knocked the breath out of your lungs by shoving two fingers at once to your entrance without a single warning, causing you to sit up and you watched his thick digits dissipating in and out of you.

"Look at you leaking all over my fingers, baby..."

His filthy words fueled the fire within you, making you even more drenched for him. He kept pumping in and out of you, scissoring your walls for him. He curled his fingers, scrubbing the spot that erases own name from your memory. His thumb made a circling motion on your bundle of nerves and you sighed in pleasure, with your eyes shut, getting high on the assault perpetrated by his fingers. At that moment, he was all you could think about.

You were such a ravishing sight; mouth hanging low with your eyes closed tight, dishevelled hair and rumpled dress adorning you, incoherent noises emanating from your lips as your chest heaved rapidly. He couldn't resist the urge to slam his lips onto yours again, weaving his tongue with yours as your breaths fused into one, resuscitating life into each other.

You felt your walls clenching around him and you hit your peak after a few more fervent pumps. Your entire body was coated in sweat as you attempted to regain control over your breathing. Steve kissed you once more, trying to calm you down from the aftershocks. "Shh, baby, I got you," a string of your knotted spittle connected your deprived lips; aching for more of each other.

Steve pulled away and he stood above you like the powerful tycoon that he was. He watched the way your breathing laboured and he pulled down the straps of your dress low enough until your breasts were bared. He fondled them as the cold temperature in the room making your nipples hard. Steve played with them and then he wrapped his lips around one of them as he kept toying with the other one. His mouth latched around them like a baby sucking its pacifier.

You gasped, moaning in ecstasy. He moistened your sensitive nipple with his spit and the act clouded your senses with desire. You wanted him to touch you, anywhere, anywhere he could lay his hands on. He then abruptly stopped the onslaught and he unzipped his pants, pulling it down along with his briefs until the belt clanked as it hit the floor.

"You're so fucking pretty..." He leaned down to your ear as the tip of his cock nudged your clit, making you whine. "You want me? huh? You want me to fill you up with my giant cock?"

"Yes, sir, please..."

"Beg for it, pretty girl."

"Sir, please fuck me, I need you..." you breathlessly pleaded with your eyes shut.

Steve startled you by slapping your cunt, making you gasp and jolting you to open your eyes. "look at me and show daddy how desperate you are for daddy's cock."

"Sir, please! I need your cock so bad, just fill me with your cum, please!" You pleaded with your eyes, hoping that it was enough for him to grant your wish.

"That's a good girl. You're so pretty when you're eager for my cock, aren't you?"

You nodded and licked your lips, "yes, yes, sir, I'm your pretty little girl."

"Yeah, you are," he chuckled as he slammed his cock into your entrance, the intrusion nearly pushed you to the edge. He began moving in and out of you, driving his hips forward vigorously and pulled it back just to repeat the brutal motion. You tried to put your arms around his neck to hold onto him but he snatched them and pinned them above your head as he kept his gaze fixated on you.

"Can they fuck you this good? Huh? I bet you had to fake it just to get them off of you," he sneered. You knew exactly the meaning behind his words; the men that had paid you to accompany them to their hotel rooms and to have sex with them never gave a fuck about your pleasure. It was always about getting themselves off and most of them were jacklegs compared to steve.

Steve pounded into you as your cunt swallowed every inch of him. The friction that he created against your g-spot was tantalizing, your wails echoed on the walls of the lounge. Your breasts bounced with every harsh thrust and he loved the raunchy sight. He lifted your trembling legs higher around his waist as he sank deeper into you.

"Fuck, you're so tight, baby, such a pretty pussy."

His groans and grunts aroused you even more, filling your ears with pornographic sounds. You felt yourself clenching once more around him and the coil in your abdomen spammed once more, ready to break in any second.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna show me what a dirty little whore you are?"

You nodded fiercely as you whimpered. "Yes sir, I'm so fucking close."

"I know you are baby, you're gonna cum exactly when I tell you, okay?"

"Yes, sir!"

Steve picked up his pace and your cries grew louder. You didn't care about any of the hotel guests or crew walking on you or hearing you at the moment. You only cared about your impending release and obeying steve's commands.

The squelching noises that your cunt makes were obscene as he kept impaling you until you squeezed around him. You felt the familiar pressure building up again, ready to explode. And then the waves of your second orgasm crashed over you, setting your nerve endings on fire. You screamed out in bliss as your climax kept rolling with each one of steve's thrust to reach his own release until you had no more drop to give.

Steve kept rutting into you until his cock throbbed against your walls and he unable to restrain himself any longer, he pulled out and pumping his thick, sticky load all over your breasts and stomach.

Your body felt completely boneless as you laid there with your racing heartbeat thumping against your ribcage. You quivered as steve laid on top of you, tucking his face into your neck, breathing the musty scent of sex and sweat on you.

"I hope they don’t have any surveillance camera in here…" You spoke a few seconds after recollecting yourself.

Steve let out a low chuckle, and he left minuscule kisses on your chest and your chin and then he rose from your body.

"They surely would enjoy the show, wouldn’t they?" he proudly retorted.

He helped you get up and set you down on the floor. You fixed your dress and he picked up the bathrobe and wrapped them around you to keep you warm and covered. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you snuggled close to him on the way up to your room.

You knew that this was strictly business and steve had made it crystal clear several times in the last few days you had been spending time with him; that you were his employee, not his escort or girlfriend. He hired you for simply business matters and for the sake of good appearance.

But in the last few days you had known him, you had also learned many wonderful things about him that he didn't seem to share to a lot of people. You could see how the dinner that he took you to had affected him and how it evoked a memory of his father, which he claimed that he didn't have such a harmonious relationship with even until the day of his demise.

You didn't know where or how this was going to end once the weekend was over but right now, you just needed to rid your head of irrelevant questions because from the smirk on his face and the way he threw you against the wall as soon as he unlocked the door of your room, you knew that he was ready for a second round. 

[moonylvi]

Nct ot23 reaction to their s.o being really shy and blushing all the time 💗💞

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this. It's actually my first ever reaction and I really hope you like it.💕 Also please tell me if I made a mistake, English isn't my native language. Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, means it's an AU and in no way meant to harm anyone.  Pairings: ¹/23 memberX gn! reader Warnings: Cringe-worthy content and me trying to be funny and writing some reactions longer than intended. Genre: Fluff, partly crackish?

Taeil:  Okay, I honestly think he would tease u. Gemini things, I don't make the rules. It was a super awkward moment because he told you one of his jokes, making you burst into laughter. And with that, you accidentally spit on his arm. Of course you immediately cleaned it, not being able to look at him for good 3 hours. When you finally reappeared from behind your scarf, he couldn't help, but to make another dumb joke, connected to you spitting on him.

Johnny:  Would definitely bug you about, why you suddenly acted all shy and blushed everytime he told you to look at him. Started teasing you without knowing the reason, until you finally told him that you had walked in on him showering earlier. Broke out into a huge burst of laughter. "Oh, Y/N you already saw me naked before. What's the problem?" Taeyong: He would definitely try to comfort you. First he wants to know why you've been blushing so hard and acting more shy than normally. Then he would tell you it's not a big deal, generally making you feel more secure. Hugs you and maybe also pinches your cheeks. Yuta:  I can see him not caring that much about you being shy. But when you are blushing, he'll chuckle, poke your cheeks, cuddles you and also tells you, how you look exactly like that cute girl in one of his Animes. Kun:  Very mature about it. Similar to TY, he would make you feel safe. "Y/N there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Really, if you didn't dropped it, either Hendery or Leon would have and in contrary to them you at least cleaned up the shards." Doyoung:  100% him touching, poking and pinching your cheeks. He would most likely laugh at you without any problems, but if someone else laughs at you, he probably switches into protector-mode, hugging and comforting you. Ten:  Annoyingly asks you why you were so shy and blushing all the time. Goes up to that moment where he tried to convince you that he will die, if you won't tell him. Naturally you can't let that happen, unlocking your phone and showing him a picture Kun sent to you. The two of were laughing at the dorm, looking like two maniacs. "Why are you embarrassed about it? It's cute. We should use it for our next Christmas cards." Jaehyun:  Finally, our valentines boy! Thinks you're super cute while blushing. Actually likes your shy side a lot and cuddles you, while calling you new nicknames. "My cute little flamingo!" WinWin:  Also kind on the unbothered side for most of the times. Just ignores your blush, knowing you want it to go away and pointing it out, wouldn't help at all. Sometimes he would blush too, especially if it is a situation where he is the reason for your blush. Jungwoo:  In the past few months he's been confusing everyone. He used to be a shy and reserved puppy, but now he said his hobby is Netflix and Chill with a smirk... Either way I think I'll go with him being shy too, for no reason. You were playing with your hair, while watching him reading through new lyrics. When he looked up and met your eyes, you both flushed red and quickly looked everywhere but at each other. Lucas:  I really don't know how he would act. He's embarrassing himself all the time, but mostly doesn't care and continues being weird. So for you, he'll probably laugh or at least chuckle a bit, crushing you in his arms. MAYBE, JUST MAYBE he's being shy too. Deep below I can see a very sensitive person in him, so that's where his enormous hugs come from. Mark:  Mark is the king of shyness. You remember how he tried explaining some lyrics, yeah? Well, he would have no idea why you were blushing and hiding in your sweater palms. A bit confused at first, but after he knew what caused your cheeks to burn up, he'll chuckle awkwardly and ignore it, waiting for you to calm down. In very few cases, CUDDLES. Have you seen him with Winwin? Xiaojun:  He would ensure that nothing serious caused your sudden shy behavior. Like you spilled a bit of water on the table. After a short chuckle by himself, he tries to get you to laugh over the situation and forget it shortly after. However if it was something serious, he would pull you into his arms and reassures you, everything is fine. Hendery:  I can see him being the actual reason why you were blushing the whole evening. Every other minute he tells you cheesy, but cute pick-up-lines, not noticing what it does to you. Eventually he did and stopped, laughing at your behavior, but when you bid him goodbye, he couldn't resist telling you a last one."It's not 'see you tomorrow'. It is 'see you soon'

because I'll meet you in my dreams" At this point I want to add a cringe pick up line for Mark that I found. It's a bit mean but if you take it with humor, read it, if not, skip the note. Did you just fart? 'Cause you blew me away.... Renjun:  I can't decide whether he would chuckle at you or try to make you feel less shy. He knows how it is to be teased about something embarrassing (geurae naegen neoppuniyAa), but he also teases the members a lot, so maybe it'll be depending on the situation. If it's about something big like cracking your voice on national TV he would comfort and reassure you, probably some cuddles. Also tries to make you forget it. If it's because of an unimportant situation he would laugh at you. The way you just walked into a closed door? Hilarious. He would bring it up weeks later, turning you into a shy mess once again. Jeno: I can totally see him being a safekeeper, inviting you into his arms and cuddling you, until you are ready to face other people again. Except for the cases where you stay where you are and mumble into his shirt what happened, making him laugh and squeeze you a bit more. Haechan:  Definitely in team teasing! He is probably the most annoying one in Nct and with you? Good luck, he is even more annoying. When you spontaneously went to the store, to buy a new bottle of your favorite bodywash and your boyfriend decided to tag along, you hadn't thought it would end like this. You just picked the bottle, when he screamed "How on earth smells 'Fresh Mountain breeze. Or here, look 'Chocolate cookie cream tart'." The few people who were standing in the same row giving you weird looks, causing you to blush and embarrassingly trying to pull him away from the different bodywash's. "No, look here is one called 'hot winternight wood'. Why are there such stupid names?" His outburst making you blush more. "Haechan, come on. Let's go home." Finally he looked at you noticing the red hue covering not only your cheeks but your whole face and of course he started laughing more. "You are so embarrassed, aren't you? Actually it should be the person who chose these silly names. I mean how can you call a simple bodywash 'Sparkling Starlight Rain'?" You couldn't help the laughter that now flowed uncontrollably out of you, forgetting your prior flustered state and enjoying your happy boyfriend. Please ignore this being long af Jaemin:  Would definitely tease you in a cute way. Means, he's chuckling and poking your red cheeks with his fingers, cooing something along the lines of "My Y/Nie. My little Angel is so cute when blushing." *cue you blushing more* YangYang:  Most likely also part of the teasing line, but also comforts you. He and hyuck are literally best friends. You really wish you could turn back time at the moment. YangYang invited you to the WayV dorm for the first time, but you already knew the rest of the boys, so you were pretty chill, walking down the street, breathing the cold air in. Maybe a bit too chilled, considering the fact you had pressed the wrong doorbell and with that, got to know their old neighbor, who ignored your apologizing and accused you of pulling a prank on her, especially after she heard, you were the s.o of the 'loud screaming kindergarten-boy'. When you arrived at the right door, you were greeted by Hendery, Lucas and YangYang laughing loudly. "Did you really just rang the wrong doorbell?!" Making you feel the blood rise to your cheeks. "Come in, you need to tell us everything she said. We only heard the end where she called me a kindergarten boy." Shyly you sat on the couch, fiddling with your fingers, after you finished talking, waiting for the boys to stop laughing at you. Suddenly your boyfriend latched himself onto you, comforting you in a big hug. "If you want to, we can really pull a prank on her the next time, you visit." Shotaro: Similar to Jungwoo. I still need to figure this boy out. He made those tiktok's, but now he is the cutest little smiling otter. Anyway, I think it's depending on the situation. If it is because of something one of you

said or did, he'll get shy too, copying your mannerism and surely goes into 🦦mode. If someone else caused it, he probably tries to stay calm and gets you to calm down too. Sungchan: I get a comfortable and reassuring vibe from him, so he'll kinda be like TY. When he first wanted to introduce you to the rest of the members you suddenly became really shy and tried to hide behind his back. He was confused at first, but soon found out that you were 'just' nervous. "Trust me Y/N, they are going to like you. Please don't worry! I'm not going to leave your side, okay?" Chenle:  This boy, honestly he would be laughing in his best dolphin at you. "Y/N you look like a tomato. What happened?" Which leads to you, trying to hide behind your hands. "Nothing." Of course he wouldn't believe you, switching his technique to tickling you. "Tell me what happened!" But you surprisingly stayed strong and instead settled for cuddling with your boyfriend to distract him and hopefully recover yourself from your heavy blushing. Jisung:  I have a feeling it would be mutual. Like you two just accidentally bumped your heads together and immediately started apologizing. You are both super embarrassed and shy about the situation, but eventually you will forget what happened or just ignore it. UNTIL someone brings it up again and both of you are blushing like crazy AGAIN.

[cuinnamonbun]

Hi again! I got another HC idea. 😌

How would the brothers + angels react to a laidback Muslim MC whose also really violent? Like their mood switch flips instantly lmao

Aye, wassup friend! Regarding your ask, at this point you’re just describing ME lmao, somedays I really do just wake up and choose violence 😭 aite let’s do this 😎

The Demon Brothers + Angels Reacting to a Laidback Muslim!MC Turning Violent

Lucifer

At first this man loves MC and the amount of calm and composure that they have

Though he finds it irritating when he’s threatening them and they would just look up at him with the most dull expression on their face (like seriously human, you should be SCARED)

But still, with how chaotic his brothers are, he appreciates a collected and peaceful demeanour whenever he finds it and MC is breath of fresh air even if he won’t admit it

Silence with them always felt comforting and never awkward

One day, he noticed that MC was rather tense and rigid and had asked them if they were fine to which they replied yes through gritted teeth

Sensing that perhaps they were not in the best of moods, he let them go only to hear them politely ask Mammon to get out of their room

Of course our resident dumbass (affectionate) refused in an attempt to tease them, only to be YEETED from the room and into the hallway where Lucifer was standing with a bewildered look on his face

MC was standing by the door with a dark look in their eyes and the most sinister looking scowl that could rival Satan’s before they slammed the door shut in their faces

When he finally got over his shock, he would be extremely, extremely enthused

He will now spend his free time trying to rile up MC just so he can see them lose their temper again

He couldn’t help himself. He knew that Islam emphasises heavily on the virtues of patience as a sign of piety and so he just assumes that MC would just,,,,never yield to anything

This is when he realises he has a corruption kink ok sorry not sorry

May or may not pop a boner if/when he succeeds and they blow up (not literally) in his face

Mammon

He adores this human. Partly because he’s head over heels in love with them he hardly has anyone to drag with him along with his schemes and this human just seems to be down for anything, and mostly because they’re always so coolheaded

It allows him to pull off his plans without a hitch because MC’s composure allows them to be able to think up a quick solution whenever the two of them inevitably face a brick wall during one of Mammon’s schemes

With them around, Mammon would be 15% richer than he would be if he went alone so he’s keeping them around thank u very much

The first time he witnessed them turn violent is when the two of them were hanging out in his room when Levi bursted in, screaming his head off about how Mammon stole his wallet (he didn’t) and that the limited edition Ruri-chan collection was dropping soon in 24 hours and yada yada yada

And when he found out that Mammon didn’t, in fact, steal it, Levi wouldn’t apologise, oh no no no no. Rather, he would proceed to insult and degrade his brother until MC finally have had enough and went. off.

Seriously, the two demons were so shocked that the usually chill human was now on their feet and threatening to ‘deck Levi over the head WWE style if he didn’t quit it with the insults’ that the two brothers just stopped arguing

If Mammon weren’t so astounded, he would’ve found the whole thing hilarious because here is one of the rulers of Hell, turning white as a sheet as he is being cussed out by a small, furious human

After their long-winded (and frankly terrifying) speech that were riddled with not-so-subtle threats, Levi mumbled an apology and quickly shuffled out of the room with his tail between his legs and MC just plopped back down on his couch with their usual dull expression back on their face as if they didn’t just go on a tirade just seconds prior

Mammon’s love for the MC increased tenfold right then and there

Leviathan

Oh, you’re really quiet and laidback? Cool.

He doesn’t really care about it but he does enjoy having them around during his gaming sessions or when he needs a buddy to watch anime with him because they’re the only ones who would listen to him prattle on about theories and endings whilst enjoying the game/anime

He also vents to them A LOT and is the first person he seeks whenever he’s annoyed or frustrated by his brothers

He was heading over to the living room for movie night with his brothers and MC when he found his brothers all bickering with one another (no shocker there) and MC sitting on the couch reading a hard cover book

Of course, once they saw him enter, he was immediately dragged into the argument about which movie they were gonna watch

Now as the otaku of the family, Levi’s pretty very vocal and highly opinionated about the type of film they should watch for movie night and he dislikes it whenever someone would argue with him on his choice of film

So when Satan told him to his face that his movie selection sucked and he should just leave his input out, Levi would be so, so, SO offended and upset which was evident from his expression alone

Before he could defend himself though, a book suddenly went hurtling through the air and hit Satan right in the middle of his forehead like a bullseye

At first Satan was FURIOUS but it quickly died down when all the brothers finally realised where the book had come from: MC’s direction

They all turned to see an irritated look on their usually placid face and dominant arm raised as if they’d just thrown a shot put

“Oops. My hand slipped,” they said monotonously before sauntering away from the now-quiet living room

Levi is now cautious of accidentally angering MC, but he can’t help that moe feeling that MC actually threw that book in his defense

Satan

As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan is extremely attuned to people’s rage and MC is no different

He was honestly the only one out of his brothers who wouldn’t be surprised if one day MC woke up and chose violence

I mean, he usually keeps his wrath under wraps, hiding it well with an easy smile and friendly demeanour and he could tell that MC was the same

He knew that no one human could ever have that high amount of patience, especially when dealing with his brothers, doesn’t matter if they’re religious or not

In fact, he was waiting for the day he would finally see them snap and release all the pent up rage he knew they bottle carefully within themselves

Of course it happened when Asmo would not stop pestering MC about going to the club

As MC is a Muslim, it’s not a surprise that they’re against going to places like clubs, casinos or bars

Usually MC was able to tune out Asmo’s pleas like white noise but it was when Asmo turned to physically dragging them that became the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back

The poker-faced MC now looked more like an Avatar of Wrath than Satan himself

Satan only watched in amusement as MC dug their heels in the pavement, cradled a confused Asmo’s face in their hands...and pulled his cheeks with a bright smile and the most ominous look in their eyes before telling him ‘fuck off before I proceed to give all of ur prized makeup and skincare for Mammon to sell and use our pact to make u watch as he earns his cash’ in the sweetest way possible

Asmo no longer pesters them to join him clubbing

Satan: I’d just like to say, I’m your biggest fan

Asmodeus

Asmo loves loves LOVES having this human around because they always let him use them as his own personal doll

That means impromptu fashion shows in his room, makeovers, spa days, mani-pedis you name it

So he always assumed they were this paragon of patience and stoicism, never once losing their cool

The first time he saw them turn violent was when the two of them were walking down to the kitchen with Asmo chatting their ear off about some scandal this succubus has found herself in with these two demon best friends while they just listened and occassionally chiming in

When they reached the kitchen however, they found Beel by the kitchen, no shocker there

But MC had stopped dead in their tracks because right there in his hands was the chilled lemon soufflé that they’d been making for Lucifer (upon his request)

It’d taken them hours to perfect the dessert to Lucifer’s standards and they’d left it in the fridge to chill before serving it to him for tea time

So when Beel raised the now-empty glass to show to MC with a happy look on his face, it was enough to send them over the edge and scream bloody murder to the brothers’ surprise

Beel will apologise sheepishly but MC will force him to remake the dessert without letting him eat anything until it is perfect

It was torture for him and Asmo vows to never unintentionally set them off again because...holy shit MC

Beelzebub

Beel is a chill dude most of them time when he’s not hungry

All he wants is for his brothers to stay safe, happy and healthy and he’s a happy demon 🥺

He likes having a laidback MC around whether it’s during studying, snacking or even when he’s working out

Their presence is always so calming and comforting for him since their lax nature just reminds him so much of Belphie

The first time he saw them truly angry was when they’d found out that their favourite sweater that they brought back from the human world had been destroyed and discarded in the trash

As it turned out, Belphie had been rumaging through their room for something to snuggle with while MC had been away at Purgatory Hall and found their sweater

In an unfortunate string of events, a loose thread from the sweater had caught on the end of a door latch and the sleepy Belphegor hadn’t enough patience at the time to gently untangle it

Instead, he forcefully yanked it, causing the sweater to tear

Deciding that it’s better to just grab their blanket or something, Belphie discarded the article of clothing in the trash before stealing their blanket and stalking away to the attic for a nap

When MC found out, they. were. furious.

That means a lot of smashing, screaming and shouting until Beelzebub or Lucifer finally managed to calm them down

He’s sad that MC is so angry at his twin but he never wanted to see MC lose their temper like that ever again

Belphegor

Exam season was rapidly approaching at RAD and that means more assignments, quizzes and tests 

For the average student, it also means sleepless nights, mental breakdowns and consuming a concerning amount of caffeine

For Belphegor, he simply couldn’t give a shit

No amount of exams is scary enough to get his ass out of bed and study 

And like his other brothers, he assumed the same for MC

They always had that poker face on them as they studied and they never once argued or talked back to one of his brothers even though they were being so annoying and irritating (to him) and were clearly disturbing their revision time

He sees the hard work that they’re putting in their studies and reputation and even though they hide it behind a blasé mask, he knew they were exhausted

It was up to Belphegor to recognise their cues and force them to take breaks by napping with him

He was peacefully napping in the common room beside a studying MC, patiently waiting for their 25 minute break from their pomodoro session when Lucifer had walked in and begun to bark chores at them that even woke up the younger demon beside them

And to their surprise, rather than wordlessly carrying out his commands like the demons had expected them to, MC slammed their pen down on the coffee table and yelled at him

MC: you know what, Lucifer? Why don’t you take your ***** and ****** then shove it up your ****** and let’s not forget to *****, you little ***** ***** *****!!!

Belphegor had never been more proud and concerned for this little human who was far too brave for their own good

Simeon

It’s said by everyone who knew him that Simeon is always so calm and composed, always greeting everybody with a kind smile and gentle eyes

He never once loses his cool, but that doesn’t mean that he does not feel anger from time to time

Like Satan, Simeon is understanding of MC’s anger and would never reprimand them for blowing up

Anger is healthy after all

He has expressed concern before for MC’s mental wellbeing as they were far too patient for their own good

Of course, in all his years of living, he has seen remarkable humans with superhuman patience before like the Prophets Muhammad and Jesus (peace be upon them) but even that was because they had divine intervention 

The first time he saw them finally snap was when the two of them were enjoying a pleasant walk towards the House of Lamentation from RAD when Mammon and Levi appeared out of nowhere and began fighting again

It had been non-stop screaming, insulting and fighting with these two for almost three weeks now and MC was so, so, sooo close to yeeting them off the side of a cliff

Their composure finally snapped when Mammon and Levi had been roughhousing so close to them that they accidentally stepped on Simeon’s robe (or is it more of a cape?? idk) and tore a small hole in it

Simeon has never been more surprised to see MC roar at them and begin a stern lecture that reminded him so terribly of Lucifer

He was so amused that he couldn’t help but laugh when they forced the two to apologise to him before dragging them over to the House by their ears, completely ignoring their desperate cries for mercy 

It was a hilarious sight and he would’ve recorded that entire scene on his DDD if he weren’t so hopeless with technology

Luke

MY SONNN

Luke is reminded of Simeon when he first got to know MC

They were always so collected and level-headed even though they were thrown in Hell out of the blue for an exchange programme that lasts a whole year

He never understood how they could be so chill with living with 7 demons under one roof though like??? hello????? human are u functioning well?

But he likes having them around because they’re always so nice to him and always keen on spending time with him

Which is where he finally saw them snap

The two of them were carrying their cupcakes that they’d made for their picnic date alongside Simeon and Solomon and had left them on the table for a few minutes while they went to gather the rest of the supplies

They came back to see that the cupcakes had been ravaged by Mammon, Levi and Beel who all looked so pleasantly happy munching on their hard work

Luke was extremely distraught and upset over this and protective MC will NOT tolerate this kind of behaviour to their son

So using the power of the pacts, they forced the brothers to grovel at his feet and apologise by doing whatever Luke wants them to do

He wants a glass of water? LEVI GET UR ASS TO THE KITCHEN RN! He wants pizza? MAMMON U RUN UR CUT LIL BUTT TO HELL’S KITCHEN AND GET HIM A LARGE PIZZA STAT! He wants to be fed? BEEL U BETTER MOVE THAT FOOD FROM UR MOUTH SON AND FEED IT TO HIM ASAP!

Luke secretly enjoys it but he still can’t help but feel kinda bad for the brothers and slightly scared of MC now

[please-buckme]

Hii, can I request a smut where reader and anakin were like enemies, but one day she gets distracted thinking about his metal arm (in an inappropriate way) and he reads her mind?? then, in the night he goes to her room

The Metal Arm.(Part 1) Anakin x reader

Warnings⚠️: Metal armin boi, slapping, choking

2300 words

Authors note: I know Anakin didn’t make his arm, just go with it.

——————————————————————

“Yes, we’re leaving Kashyyyk now, Master. The mission went very well. I hope this makes the counsel content in my efforts.” Anakin boasts to a holographic Obi-Wan.

“Yes, yes Anakin I’m sure it will. Great job to the both of you, we’ll see you when you get here. May the Force be with you both.” Anakin nodded as the hologram faded out.

“Oh gee, I hope the counsel will be proud of my efforts, if they aren’t it’ll just break my itty-bitty heart!” You say mockingly to your shipmate, to which he replies with ‘shut up’ and a nice punch to the arm. “Calm down, Skywalker. And hey it wasn’t all you out there. I had to save your butt like 10 times.” You laugh.

Anakin, however, did not find this funny, of course. “Oh please!” He scoffed before continuing,”If it weren’t for me half the crew wouldn’t be alive, including you.” Anakin points one of his bionic fingers into your chest, making you gasp.

“Sure.” Was all you had to say. You still stood there with Anakin for a few seconds before he slightly dug it a little deeper into your chest, then removed it all together. He walked to the front of the ship to go sit in the pilot's seat and that’s when you found your voice.

“Hey! You said I could fly us back home when we discussed who was going to fly us here.” You huffed now standing over him in his preferred seat.

“And you were dumb enough to believe it, not my problem. You can sit in the seat next to me though, if you must.” He pointed, with the bionic finger again, to the co-pilot seat next to him. You were furious but you’d had this fight a million times. You protest him flying you home and he’d just say ‘okay’ and never actually get up, so you didn’t say anything in response. You just sighed, rolled your eyes and took the next best seat on the ship.

“Next time I’m flying.”

“Sure.”

You had gotten settled in making sure everyone was on and the ship was ready to go before taking off.

You despised missions with Anakin for this main reason, and many others. He was super bossy and treated you like scum. It wasn’t just a fight over who got to fly, no, it was a fight over everything. Who got the best missions, who gets to the counsel meetings first, who had the better lightsaber, everything. You eventually started to notice that it was only you he picked on this way. Am I a threat to him? You thought, he chuckled.

“Get out of my head, Skywalker.” You demanded.

“If your thoughts weren’t so loud I wouldn’t be in them. Also, I pick on you the most because you make it so easy.” He laughed again. You stuck your tongue out at that. Asshole. You thought, he stopped laughing.

Once you jumped into hyberspace you wouldn’t be home for another 2 hours, making you very bored. Your only options were to talk to Anakin or spin around in your seat and stare at the ceiling. You chose the latter. You were trying to think of anything but the time. As it ticked on though you started to think about the battle you’d just fought against a fleet of battle droids, which is never really much of a battle. Then, you remember seeing Anakin across the way slashing them with his lightsaber at lightning speed. You hated him but that was fighting you’d never seen before. It was all due to the bionic arm, of course. There’s no way he could’ve done that with his original limb. As you were ‘fighting’ the droids off you couldn’t stop staring at his gloved metal arm. The way it moved so perfectly between him and his lightsaber. Every twist and turn it made while fighting had some odd trance on you.

Your mind wander a little further, what else could that metal arm do? You imagined the plam running up and down your inner thigh, pinching at the skin forcefully. You could see it moving up a little further to toy with your clit over your panties before pushing them aside to enter one of its digits into your warmth. You catch yourself almost moaning at the thought of it. Indulging yourself a little deeper you thought of how it might feel against your throat, feeling the smoothness of the leather pressing into your air way. You were holding your breath without realizing until you felt yourself exhale loudly. You began to think of how it might feel palming your breast, while tweeking at your sensitive bud.

Suddenly, though, you felt something on your leg. You opened your eyes and looked down to see the black gloved bionic hand resting itself gently on your upper thigh, making you moan, which for your sake sounded like a gasp. Then you looked up to its own smirking at you. “You can’t be serious?” You exclaimed.

He gave your thigh the forceful pinched you’d been day dreaming of before saying, “You’re the one that wants it.” He stated.

“Yeah it not you.” You shove his hand from your thigh and turn in the opposite direction of him.You feel him tug your chair back towards him in protest to your actions.

He came closer to your face, just above your ear to whisper, “And, uh, who do you think controls it.” He backed away just enough to look into your eyes. You saw as he lifted the hand up next to his face. “I built it, from scratch. I taught it every trick it knows. This thing is nothing without me.” You swallowed the lump that was now in your throat as he gently rubbed the leather against your cheek. The gentle touch did not last long. Anakin drew his hand back and brought it down hard against your now swollen cheek. You growled. What the fuck? You thought, he smirked. You hated Anakin but fuck if that didn’t turn you on. You audibly growled again while mentally telling him again. He gave you a look of surprise before bringing his metal hand back down to smash against your face. This blow caused your lip to split. Anakin reached up a finger, from his flesh hand, to your swollen, bleeding lip. He dipped the digit into the open wound, making you wince. He tsked at you before having you open your mouth to suck the blood from it.

After he removed his finger from your mouth you said, “With the other hand now.” He smirked. To your surprise he began to take the glove off. Slowly he undid the latches that held the leather on and tugged at each finger. “Today, Anakin!” You say impatiently. He laughs at you as he finishes taking off the leather glove. It was beautiful and shiny. It was crafted so elegantly in black and gold that you couldn’t believe Anakin had done it himself. He lifted it up to your face allowing you to take one of the digits onto your tongue. You hummed at the taste of metal mixed with a hint of leather. Anakin just sat intently watching as you bobbed your head along his fingers.

“Where else do you want me to touch you.” He asks. You open your eyes that you hadn’t realized were shut to see him palming himself, with his flesh hand. You release him with a pop and sit back, almost in a panic.

“Anakin this is so wrong. I can’t believe we’d even done that and I’m not doing- doing that.” you say pointing to the bulge in his pants. He laughs at your reaction.

“Relax. I wasn’t expecting anything from you, I just like to watch.” He reached for your hand and you hesitated. “Trust me.” He says and you reluctantly oblige. Once you give him your hand he lifts you from your seat, bringing you to sit in his lap.

You sigh, “Anakin, seriously.” You plant your feet to the ground to get up. Anakin takes his flesh hand to hold you in place on his lap though. Then his metal hand around your throat, making you gasp out of surprise and pleasure. The digits press down hard on your trachea making your face turn to a bright red. It hurt but only in the best of ways.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll let go.” He growls in your ear. He presses down a little harder before releasing just enough for you to form words.

“Touch me.” You can feel him smirk in your hair. He releases your throat making you cough a little while you catch your breath. You can feel the hand make its way down to your right breast.

He teases at your nipple, “Right here.” You knew what he was doing. You sighed loudly before forcing him off you. “Oh come on I was just-”, he cut himself off when he realized you were stripping off the clothes around your lower region. You see him palm himself again once you discard the material. “Fuck me.” He whispered to himself.

You bender over to be directly in front of his face. He tries to kiss you before you pull away and say, “Uh-uh, for once this is something that’s not about you.” You moved his hand from his lap and sat back down, intentionally grinding slightly down on his hard member. He growled in your ear again. This was your idea. You thought, earning you another growl as he replaced his hand, the metal one, back to your throat. You grab at it though. “Not this one. I have plans for this one.” He allows you to take the hand from around your throat where you needed it to be.

You let the fingers glide down your body slowly, causing goosebumps to gather around your whole body. Once you got down to your heat Anakin took over. He skillfully found your clit and just barely touched it. You moaned at the sensation when he finally put a little bit more pressure on your sensitive nub. He rubbed the metal digit down on you as if he’d trained it exactly for this moment. “You-you taught it this.” he rubbed a little hard at your words. Making you yelp in satisfaction.

He brought his flesh hand back up to your throat. “Shh. Don’t be so loud. It listens to me. I told you these fingers are nothing without me.” He reached a digit down in between your walls to gather up more of your wetness, making you moan again. He laughed, “You like that.” You nod your head “You want my fingers deep inside.” You nod again. He tightness his grip around your throat. “Speak.”

“Y-yes. Please.” You choke out. He rims your hole with his middle digit. You can feel him toying with you before he slides the first digit in slowly. Pumping it in and out of you makes you lay your head back on his shoulder, the feeling leaving you light headed. He starts to kiss and suck at your neck. You protest these actions, “Anakin, no.” he doesn’t stop. Instead he trails his lips up to your ear.

“I’m going to make you feel good though. You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good.” He was right. It felt so good, all of it. You were afraid of getting attached to him or he to you. You took a deep breath though just trying to stay in the moment.

He continued his assault on your neck when he entered another digit to your wetting warmth and sped his pace up a bit. You were trying to hold back your moans but it felt almost impossible. “Feels so good.” You utter through gritted teeth. He sped up a little more making you moan even louder before he put his flesh fingers in your mouth to suck on.

“You’re so loud.” He whispered in your ear before continuing, “Makes me want to bend you over the control panel and fuck you raw.” You moaned loudly again around his fingers. He laughs. “Maybe next time, huh?” He shoved his flesh fingers down your throat a little further making you gag around them. He groaned at the feeling on your throat close around his fingers. “You’re so sexy.” He praised now increasing the pace of metal fingers at an inhuman rate.

Nothing is stopping your moans now. “Oh god Anakin. You’re gonna make me cum.” You shout.

“It feels that good?”

“Y-yes so good. I-I’m cumming.” You inform him.

“You’re such a slut for my fingers. Cum all over my fingers slut.” You feel your legs start to shake as he somehow speeds up again, slightly. This makes you reach your climax within seconds. Your whole body falls back into Anakin as he reaches around your waist to keep you steady. You swear you blacked out for the euphoria you felt from just his fingers. He let you ride out your high and come back down from your high. He stilled his fingers inside you as you throbbed around then before he released them slowly. Your head still on his shoulder, you saw him bring the fingers to his mouth. He groaned at the taste of you around them.

You can still feel the erection in his pants. He glances from you down to himself almost pleading with you. You laugh, “Maybe next.” With that you put your pants back on and sit back in your seat.

“I am definitely fucking you next time.” He spat.

Anakin sat in discomfort for the rest of the trip and you loved.

[littleoddwriter]

buzzfeed unsolved but its zsaszmask

Unsolved | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask AU

Fellow wheezers, who happen to ship ZsaszMask, this is for you!

Thanks for the request!!!

Also, in case anyone might be confused, let me explain why I chose their roles the way I did.

So, in m BFU ZsaszMask AU, Roman is Shane (sceptic) and Victor is Ryan (believer). I did that because frankly, Roman has no respect for anything or anyone, especially not dead things, so I feel as though he'd take on more of a sceptical role in terms of paranormal things, whereas Victor would be more inclined to believe in these things, since he's already quite superstitious, etc. So, that was really all the thought behind the roles. Still, Victor doesn't react as heavily as Ryan truly does because that would just be hella out of character, I think.

I hope you enjoy it!

summary; Just a Buzzfeed Unsolved AU of ZsaszMask. It focuses more on the Supernatural Seasons (after establishing it all) because I thought that'd be more interesting.

notes; nothing notable, other than Domestic Fluff and Kisses, I guess.

Despite committing murders on their own, Roman and Victor were quite intrigued by true murder cases, as well; especially those that have never been solved. They fascinated them. Sometimes they drew inspiration from them for their next victims, always open to try out new things, most notably if it was supposed to send a message. Sometimes they’d just make fun of them, though. It was one of their favourite pastimes, really.

Eventually, on his research, Roman stumbled across this whole niche of true crime fanatics. People discussed these things online, either on blogs or even YouTube videos. It got them a hell of a lot of attention – and money, too.

With that in mind, Sionis proposed the idea of opening their own YouTube channel with videos like those he’s seen to Zsasz, who wasn’t exactly enthused, but he didn’t care.

Think about the publicity and the money, Victor, he’d said which made his partner shrug and agree that – sure, if that’s what Roman wanted, he wasn’t the one to deny him.

After a short while of making these unsolved true crime videos, they gained a lot of online popularity. It delighted Roman! Sometimes, he’d even sit down to read the comments, and gave into what caught his attention after reading the same suggestion one too many times.

Apparently, people wanted them to lean more into the supernatural side of things, explore cases that could only be explained by the seemingly unreal and paranormal; ghosts, demons, aliens – that kind of bullshit. Roman didn’t believe in any of this crap, but more publicity meant more money, and that promise made Roman happy enough to subject himself to these things.

Although, he had to admit that Victor’s reaction to it surprised him a little.

“No! We shouldn’t,” shot right out of him the moment Roman had said they’d cover such cases in the very near future.

“Why? Don’t tell me you actually believe this shit.”

“Well- not really, but I also don’t wanna test it,” Victor started stumbling over his own words then to try and come up with a weak excuse.

Huh. Roman had never taken him for someone like that, but he saw it in a positive light, since it only guaranteed to make this whole thing a lot more fun.

Apparently it wasn’t just fun, but those videos gained even more views – quickly. Upon reading the comments, even more people now thought they were a couple (such comments have already started beforehand) – and they were, but the public needn’t find out about that. It’d only put them in danger among their rivals in Gotham’s underbelly, so they didn’t announce anything and have consciously tried to stay as neutral as possible on screen. They had to cut out some kisses they shared here and there in their videos’ post-production, though. Sometimes they just couldn’t help themselves.

Still, the supernatural type of videos seemed to make their chemistry pop, which didn’t necessarily surprise Roman, since they actually travelled to the places they’d talk about and investigate them, hands-on, looking for evidence of paranormal beings and activities. So it was only to be expected that they’d sometimes forget they were being filmed at all and therefore just acted like themselves in these situations.

Roman naturally took on the role of a sceptic, as he didn’t believe in any of it, nor did he have any respect for these supposed ghosts whatsoever. Victor on the other hand – well, he tried to act as though he didn’t truly believe; but once they visited the infamous Sallie House and upon the flash-lights mysteriously having turned on and off on their commands to the alleged demon, Zsasz couldn’t hide his… apprehension, any longer.

It amused Roman greatly as he just laughed at Victor’s reaction, which was subtle enough – he jumped and had wide eyes, but otherwise didn’t react – but to Roman it was as if he had jumped up and shrieked, considering that Zsasz usually didn’t show any fear at all.

People ate that shit up, though. They revelled in either reaction, thinking the contrast was perfect and made watching the video less scary, and far more enjoyable. Roman was loved for his taunting, his blatant disrespect and the way he coaxed Victor into unintentionally communicating with the demon as well. Zsasz was also praised for making others laugh by being rather afraid, despite his tough exterior, and some even sympathised with him.

Additionally – and unfortunately a part they had filmed, but couldn’t leave in the video – Victor had been still a little mad at Roman for daring to talk to the supposed demon and roping him into it, despite having been told not to, when they had been on their way home the next day – after having spent the night at the house.

He was sitting in the car, on the front passenger seat, his arms were crossed and he was pouting. Cute, really. He just adored his little lapdog.

“Aw, baby, don’t pout. Nothing happened, we’re both still alive. That demon was nothing but a fake fuck anyway,” Roman cooed, grinning at Victor from the backseat he sat in.

Zsasz turned his head and glared at him, “Don’t test it. I told you! It’s dangerous. Could’ve killed you for all we know.”

“But it didn’t. Now quit being scared, or whatever. It just stopped being cute.”

Victor rolled his eyes and turned his head back to look out of the window. “I’m only looking out for you,” he had muttered, which Roman only caught when they cut the video.

Upon finding that out, he made it up to his partner with a bird for him to free and a good time in bed afterwards.

After a couple of years of making these videos, they had gained quite the cult following. And despite having only been in for the publicity and money at first, Roman found himself genuinely enjoying making these videos. Victor, too, he knew. Frankly, they both just loved being able to spend time with each other in the way they had before anyway, only to be paid for it as well.

Some of the most amusing things to both of them, though, were all the fan theories and speculations about them that their audience came up with at times.

Supposedly, Roman himself was a demon, which would explain why all his disrespect hasn’t killed him yet (obviously that wasn’t the case, but he revelled in it nonetheless). Others speculated about their relationship, and some even talked about Victor’s scars, wondering where they came from and why there seemed to be more every other video. They never addressed any of these things, of course, only amusing themselves with it during a late night.

One time, they spent the night at an allegedly haunted place again –The Dauphine Orleans Hotel – even sharing a bed this time. Their viewers were sure to latch onto that, Roman smiled to himself. They left the camera on during the night, in case they would catch any ‘evidence’ of paranormal activities, while they slept. Sionis only thought about how much footage they’d have to cut out in the end.

At first, they just lied next to each other, cracking jokes and talking nonsense, until Roman has had enough of that at least.

“Are we doing more of this, or can I use the Jacuzzi hot tub that we’ve been blessed with?”

“Are you serious?” Victor asked, looking at him incredulously.

Roman just looked back at him, “Are we going to spend the night here and not use that?”

For the video’s sake, they put swimming trunks on that they’ve brought with them. They filled the tub with water and sat in it. Roman went to turn on the jets, but had to find that they unfortunately didn’t work.

“The jets don’t work,” Victor explained for the camera, after they had agreed to keep filming it anyway, thinking it might be funny to put it in the video to lighten up the mood some more.

They both laughed, the entire situation was just so ridiculous to them.

“We’re just two guys sitting in a tub,” Zsasz continued, chuckling, while Roman just kept laughing.

Later, they were lying in the bed; Roman had his arms around Victor, wanting to sleep. His partner seemed calm to the camera – even though they’d have to cut this out anyway – and anyone’s naked eye, but fuck, he could feel Zsasz’s rapid heartbeat.

“Calm down, baby. Nothing’s going to happen, I promise,” Roman murmured against Victor’s shoulder, pecking it.

“I don’t know, boss. I just feel like something’s off.”

“That’s only because you actually believe in this crap and think every noise is a ghost, or demon, or fuck knows what else. I can assure you, though. The only real threat is I if you don’t calm down and go the fuck to sleep soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah, alright.”

“Good boy,” Roman cooed and nudged Victor to turn around in his arms, so he could capture his lips in a gentle, yet searing kiss.

“Still,” Sionis then said, curiosity having finally killed the cat after all these years, “You’re usually not… like that. Are you just acting it up for the camera, or? Because you really don’t need to. I had thought you weren’t afraid of anything, no matter what.”

“Just of losing you,” Victor mumbled, barely audible at all, but with how quiet the room’s been Roman caught it anyway.

“Is that all of it has been about?”

“I guess, I don’t know. I just know that the way you keep daring these creatures makes me fucking paranoid that something’s gonna come after you and kill you and I wouldn’t be able to protect you.”

Roman clicked his tongue and cooed, “Aw, Victor. Fuck, I didn’t know you could be so sentimental! Disgusting.” He grinned. “I’m not going anywhere any time soon, ‘kay? Who else is going to be King of Gotham in a few years then?”

Stroking his fingers over Roman’s cheek, Victor chuckled, “Yeah, okay. You’re right. I guess it all just kinda crossed my wires or some shit.”

They kissed again, lazy, tired and gentle. It was so intimate that for a moment, both of them forgot everything around them, forgot why and where they had been in that moment, since none of it mattered.

Looking back on that footage, they were forced to cut it all out, but they kept it safe, never wanting to forget about it entirely. It may have been one of their most genuine and intimate moments of their shared lives that hadn’t involved a dead body and Roman loved it.