#so imma just gonna lay on the floor first

[galecstatic]

damn i'm such a big sucker for the way they hold each other close :((

[kayesfanfics]

Before He Cheats (Striker x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You’re a farmhand on Rough n’ Tumbleweed Ranch. When your boyfriend cheats on you, Striker is there to pick you back up.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, cursing, sexual content

A/N: This is inspired both by Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, and cowboy Pedro Pascal but with Striker, my fav cowboy. Also I’m like super proud of this ngl. Enjoy~

“That’s it, Sallie May! I’m burning down his house! His car! That fucker thinks he can sleep with some bitch and come crawlin’ back ta me?! Imma kill him! I will!” You ranted to your best friend, pacing back and forth in the family houses kitchen.

“I told ya that guy was no good, Y/N.” Sallie May shrugged from her spot sitting on the counter, watching you kick around the legs of a chair you had smashed to bits when you had gotten the text. Your boyfriend had cheated, and he only just now got around to telling you…THREE WEEKS LATER. He didn’t even have the balls to tell you in person, he had to do it over text so he didn’t face your wrath head on…but to be honest, that was a smart move. If he were here, you probably would’ve actually killed him.

“He told me I was different! He said he loved me!” You shouted, enraged and heartbroken.

“They always say that, darlin’.” A voice from somewhere behind you purred. You turned around, seeing the other farmhand of Rough n’ Tumbleweed Ranch.

“Hello, Striker.” You muttered, before finally bending down to pick up the ruined chair you had broken and had been tossing around the room, setting the pieces on the table.

“What’s with the chair?” Striker asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Y/N lost her shit.” Sallie May grinned as she hopped off the counter to grab a broom and sweep up the splinters of wood littering the floor.

“Aw, now why’s that, doll?” Striker asked, chewing on a piece of wheat.

“My goddamn boy-EX boyfriend, cheated on me weeks ago, and just now told me over TEXT! Can you believe that?! What kinda coward-“

“Oh, I can believe it. The men ‘round these parts are…sleazy.” He said, tossing the wheat piece in the pile of wood chips.

“Oh, excluding you, I presume?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well now, I ain’t no saint, but I’m no cheater. No honor in that.” He grinned as he approached you. “How abouts we head down to the bar, huh? Get some drinks, forget about that loser?”

“That…could be nice.” You admitted, blushing a little at how close Striker had gotten to you.

“What, I don’ get no invitation?” Sallie May piped up, grinning at you.

“Tell your mama I’m real sorry about the chair and I’ll fix it later. Please, Sallie May?” You whispered the last part to her. Everyone who had eyes had the hots for Striker, and she knew this could be a good lay to get your mind off your ex and move on quicker. So she finally nodded, and you winked at her before telling Striker you were gonna quickly change out of your dirty work gear.

You put something a little more bar-friendly on, making sure to choose a shirt that showed some extra cleavage, and a pair of jeans that made your ass look even better. Striker smirked and held an arm out for you to hold as he walked you out to his horse, Sallie May waving to you with a teasing grin on her face. You smiled when you reached Bombproof, petting the hell beast while Striker got the saddle ready, before helping you up and getting on himself. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he rode into town, heading to one of the nicer saloons in the area. Since you were deep in the country of Wrath, there was a place to tie your horse where they had a trough of water for them, and Striker held out his hand to help you off and walk you into the bar. The place was rather lively with twangy country music playing, some people watching some sports game on the tv, and others at tables eating or playing pool. You went up to the bar with Striker, ordering your first round and chatting with him.

“So, what was so great bout that little boyfriend of yours anyways? From what I heard from Sallie May, he was a real piece of shit.” Striker asked you as you took a swig of your drink.

“She got to you while I was upstairs, huh?” You chuckled, setting your drink down and rolling your eyes at your best friend.

“Oh yeah. Talked my ears off about how he “kinda-sorta” cheated before, he yelled at you a lot, you’re too forgivin’ of him, loved his car more than he loved you, yadda yadda.”

“That loud mouth.” You muttered under your breath before turning back to him. “Yeah, well, I learned my lesson. He was my first long term boyfriend, of course I let too much shit slide. But I won’ make that mistake twice.”

“Really? First boyfriend, huh?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Yer too pretty to just now have yer first boyfriend, sweet thing.” He winked at you before taking a sip of his drink, leaving you blushing up at him like some flustered schoolgirl.

“Quit that!” You smacked his arm playfully, knowing full well your face was red as a tomato. “I can’t imagine YOU’VE had many girlfriends yourself, tough guy.”

“And why’s that?”

“I don’ know, you don’ seem the type to like bein’ tied down is all.” You shrugged, tapping your nail on your glass.

“Yer right about that, I guess.” He sighed. “You got me, doll, I ain’t got much datin’ experience neither.”

“Oh? What about…experience with other relations?” You asked, a little more bold with some alcohol in your system.

“Whatcha mean by that, doll face?” Striker smiled back at you, both of you subconsciously leaning towards the other as you flirted.

You were about to answer, but man walked up to the both of you, knocking your drinks aside and the sticky liquid splashing all over you.

“Hey, watch it you-“ You were about to scold the person until you saw who it was. “You.”

“Yer gonna bitch at me bout cheatin while yer hangin off the arm of some random dick head?!” Your ex boyfriend yelled in your face drunkenly.

“Hey, back off her, dick head!” Striker shoved him off of you.

“Who the fuck are you anyways?” Your ex asked him, trying to puff out his chest and stand taller.

“Don’ matter, that ain’t how ya talk to her, sleaze bag.” Striker growled down at the man.

“Oh, so yer gonna hide behind this asshole, huh Y/N? I thought you were ‘sposed at be tough! You just gonna bend over fer him too?”

Your anger finally boiled over, and you pushed Striker aside to face your ex yourself. You decked him in the face so hard he fell backwards onto his ass, knocking over some other peoples table and getting food and drinks spilled all over himself. You glowered down at him, wanting to beat the shit out of him, but Striker snatched you up and dragged you out of the bar before you got into too much trouble. You yelled at Striker to let you go, squirming against his hold on you.

“Calm down, missy, before ya hurt yourself.” Striker said, only setting you down and letting go when you calmed down. You tried to rush past him back into the bar, but he was prepared and stopped you again.

“Let me kill him! Just a little!” You huffed as he drug you further away from the bar entrance.

“Not tonight, darlin’. Maybe another day, huh?” He suggested, letting you go again once you were drug out to the parking lot. You crossed your arms and pouted, needing to let your rage out somehow. Suddenly in your chaotic mind, a single thought stood out to you.

“His car.” You mumbled, looking around the parking lot.

“What’s goin on in that pretty lil head of yers?” Striker asked as he followed you, your eyes scanning the cars.

“His stupid fuckin’ car. He always loved that thing more than me.” You explained, smiling devilishly when you finally saw it. You went up to the souped-up sports car. “He spent more money on it than anything, its customized with some expensive ass shit.”

Striker grinned when he realized what you wanted to do. He even pulled a knife out of his belt and handed it to you, looking around for something else to use on the car. In a trash bin he saw a metal rod sticking put of it, so he grabbed it and watched you circle the nice car like a shark with its prey. The screech of metal on metal signaled you were digging the knife into he custom paint job, carving your name into it proudly. You got down and slashed his tires, stabbing them and watching them deflate before going to the other side of the car to give it the same treatment. Striker watched proudly as you destroyed this mans car, smirking and joining you not long after by smashing the windows in with the metal rod. You laughed when he joined in, stabbing the side of the car more and prying it open to give you access to the inside. You slashed his nice leather seats, tearing them to shreds and till the stuffing was falling out and flying in the air. You got out of the car and grabbed the metal rod from Striker, beginning to beat the shit out of this car, pretending it was your ex himself.

“Alright, alright, we gotta get outta here!” Striker said after letting you have your fun for awhile, but when some customers began to leave the bar, he knew it was time to go. You dropped the rod and took his hand, running off to the horses and getting on Bombproof while Striker untied him from the fence. You heard screaming in the distance, cackling when you realized it was your exes high pitched shrieks as he saw what had happened to his car.

“Come on, come on!” You laughed as Striker got on his horse, galloping away into the night. You listened to the screeches and screams of your ex with a smile on your face, reveling in the moment.

“He’s gon be so pissed when he sees your name on that thing!” Striker laughed loudly.

“So worth it!” You shouted back. “Thank you, Striker!”

“Not a problem, darlin’! You ready ta go home?” He asked as he slowed Bombproof down, far enough away from the bar you didn’t need to worry anymore.

“How abut we…” You smiled as your hands around his waist traveled further down his body. You felt hot and bothered after that adrenaline rush, and if you were being honest with yourself, you’ve been wanting to fuck this handsome cowboy for much longer than just tonight.

“One hotel room, comin’ up.” Striker smirked, before smacking his tail on Bombproof to make him run off. You held onto him as he raced the two of you to the nearest motel, tying Bombproof up at another fence before taking your hand and leading you to the front desk. Once the clerk handed him the room key, the two of you rushed up to the room together.

As soon as the door was opened, you turned Striker around to finally kiss him. He tasted of his drink and cigarettes, his lips rough but skilled as he kissed you back. He tapped on your thigh and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up, squeezing your ass through your jeans as he kicked the door shut behind him. He walked up to the bed, bending over to set you down as his lips never once left yours. You felt his bulge through his own jeans, his hips humping into your own, causing you to moan. He took the opportunity to stick his snake like tongue into your mouth, clawing at you as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He stood up to begin stripping, smiling as you watched himself shed his clothes intently.

“Been wantin’ to do this fer a long time, pretty girl.” He purred, now completely shirtless and his hat tossed across the room onto a lamp. He bent over you again, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lifted your arms for him to take your shirt off and toss it over his shoulder, before his hands went under you to unclasp your bra. He lowly whistled when he saw your bare breasts, a hand squeezing one and playing with it while his mouth made its way to your neck, attaching to it with his teeth, leaving a bite mark before sucking a hickey into it. You moaned and arched your back, your chest pressing further into his hands as they both now groped your soft breasts, his breath heavy as he felt your body and marked you up with his mouth.

“Striker…” You moaned quietly, your own hands clawing at his back, leaving your own marks as well.

“We’re not at the farm, darlin’. We ain’t never gon see any of these people here, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar~” He groaned as your hips started to grind into his.

“Then hurry up and make me scream~” You moaned, biting your lip as he stood back up, kicking his boots off before taking yours off, tossing them near the door.

He pulled at your jeans, and you lifted your hips off the bed so he could take them off of you. He then took his own jeans off, his bulge much more prominent now through the thin fabric of his boxers. You sat up on the bed and nearly drooled as you stared at his crotch, imagining what he looked like underneath those boxers. You looked up at him with doe eyes as you slid off the bed onto your knees, two fingers hooking under the waistband, looking up for a nod of approval before you slipped his boxers off of him, his hard-on slapping against his abdomen once set free.

“Fuck, Striker…” You drooled over him, licking your lips before kissing the tip of his cock. He groaned at your action, a hand instinctively tangling into your hair, pushing you closer to him. You obediently opened your mouth, letting him shove his cock into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged a bit at the contact, but slowly got used to it as your throat began to relax.

“Good girl…” Striker panted, his nails scraping your scalp, making you moan around his length. You slowly started to bob your head up and down his shaft, your tongue licking up and down the underside of his cock. Striker hissed as you sucked him off so good, hips bucking into your face as his grip on your hair tightened. “Fuck, Y/N! You must’ve never given that dipshit head, he never woulda cheated if you did!”

The reminder of your ex only made you more determined to make Striker cum down your throat. You wanted every thought of that loser to be replaced with Striker, every memory of sex to be with Striker instead of him. You began to bob your head faster and suck harder, Striker nearly stumbling over when you did that, holding onto the bed behind you for support as his eyes squeezed shut at your actions. He soon came down your throat, his hand holding you in place so that your nose was pressed up against his abs so not a drop spilled from your mouth. Once he came down from his high he let you go and backed up to give you room to stand, catching his breath as you sat back up on the bed in front of him.

“Shit, baby.” Was all he could say as he panted, more turned on now than ever as you batted your pretty eyes up at him. “Lay on back now, it’s time I returned the favor~”

You smiled sheepishly before lying back on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Striker kneel down in front of you, his own fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips for him once again to allow him to slip them off, a sexy grin adorning his face as he grabbed your thighs and propped them on either of his shoulders.

“Fuck me…” He muttered, kissing up your thighs and his eyes never leaving your glistening pussy. “Baby doll, you really are Satan’s favorite, huh?”

You didn’t have the chance to answer him, his tongue flicking over your clit stopping you. You whimpered at the feeling, it had been so long since you had received head from someone, and you knew his long tongue would hit the right spots. You moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly but enough to have your head tossing back and our back arching off the bed. You whined out his name as you gripped at the sheets below you, his tongue flicking across your folds before delving into your hole. One of his hands let go of your thigh so his fingers could rub your clit in slow but firm circles, his tongue working inside of you. You squirmed on the bed but his other hand held you firmly, one of your own hands flying to grab one of his horns, pushing him further into your cunt. He let out a muffled moan of surprise, but didn’t argue as he continued to eat you out like a starved man, the hand on your thigh digging its claws into your soft flesh. You ground your hips into Strikers face, feeling yourself reaching the edge. You moaned out a warning to him, and he moaned into your cunt as his fingers rubbed your clit faster and his tongue went impossibly deeper inside of you. You let out a high pitched squeak at the feeling, loudly moaning out Strikers name as you quickly toppled over the edge, your hips and legs shaking and spasming from how intense your orgasm was. Once you settled down and Striker licked you clean, he finally stood back up and caged you between his arms, grinning down at you as you caught your breath.

“Fuck, cowboy…” You breathed out before leaning up to kiss him, moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth.

“I got some more surprises fer ya, darlin’. You wanna do this ass up or not?” He asked. You answered him by crawling up further onto the bed, bending over for him. He grinned as he pumped his cock, crawling up to you and pressing his chest to your back, kissing the base of your neck to make you shiver as you hugged a pillow, preparing yourself for that addicting stretch you hadn’t felt in so long. “Ready?”

You nodded desperately, Strikers body pressing against yours left your skin burning for more of him. You moved a hand to reach for his, and he chuckled but intertwined his fingers with yours, before aligning himself and beginning to push into you. You squeezed his hand and moaned as his cock began to stretch you open, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut as you buried your face into the pillow below you. Striker kissed you on your bare shoulder as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand comfortingly, he own eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. Once he was bottomed out, he awaited for you to tell him he could start moving. Your hips started to move against his, and he took it as a sign to keep going. He slowly pulled out halfway before snapping his hips back into you, smiling at the little squeak you let out at the action. He started moving his hips faster and faster, the hand holding yours being nearly crushed as you held onto it. You moaned lewdly as his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you, whining and beginning to shake as you felt yourself approaching an orgasm again already. Striker chuckled as he felt your cunt squeeze him and your breathing becoming erratic as you neared your high.

“Don’ be embarrassed, sweet thing, cum for me~” He whispered into your ear encouragingly, freeing his hand from your grip to pinch and rub at your clit, a choked moan escaping your lips as you immediately came around his cock, Striker groaning at how you squeezed around him so tightly.

“S-Striker!” You nearly screamed as your body shook violently beneath him.

“That’s right, Y/N, scream my name~” He panted as he felt himself nearing his second orgasm of the night. He continued to pound into you, screams escaping you as your sensitive pussy was being overstimulated. He pulled out briefly to flip you over onto your back, desperate to see your face. He shoved his cock back into you, your breasts bouncing at the force he used to fuck you into the mattress. You began to babble incoherently as your eyes crossed and rolled back, Striker smiling smugly at how you unraveled around him.

“I-I’m almost there, Y/N.” He warned you, your legs clamping around him now allowing him to pull out.

“C-Cum in me!” You whimpered, feeling yet another orgasm coming on.

“You sure?”

“Just do it!” You screamed, your claws digging into his back to keep him in place.

His hips shot into yours as he came, groaning and panting as you also came with him, your juices squirting all over his dick as you both clutched onto the other desperately. Once you both came down from your highs, Striker collapsed on top of you, both of you trying to catch your breaths as your grips loosened on the other. After a few minutes, Striker stumbled out of bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping both of you down and tossing it onto the floor before getting back into the bed with you. He pulled you close, noticing your thighs still twitching from the intense squirting orgasm you had.

“Nobody’s…ever made me…d-do that…” You panted, tilting your head to face him, but not having the strength to move your body yet.

“Well…glad to be a stand out.” He chuckled as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.

“Striker…” You swallowed harshly. “I…”

“Save it for the mornin, doll.” He interrupted you, pulling you close to him and shutting his eyes. You nodded dumbly, not having the thoughts or energy to argue with him. Plus, this was nice, just being held by him so intimately, singing and letting morning you figure out your relationship with the man. For now, you just curled into his touch and buried your face into his chest.

[blonde-tori-spring555]

as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories

(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)

“Charlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “Tori, I know you're going on a date with Michael” Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feel…put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ‘been through’ to figure out what to wear, is ‘perfectly normal’, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with “where are you even going” and “i don’t know, why does it matter” so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.

I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.

I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isn’t my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.

“Tori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, “is that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, “what?” I ask, “nothing, nothing, you just-” he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, “oh my god u looks so cute!” he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, he’s alot taller, “i look the same” I reply bluntly, still being held, “yeah, but your… ughhhhh, your so fucking pretty” he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying “so we gonna skate now or…?” he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile “yeah sure” he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, “just so you know imma be shit at this” he looks and me and laughs softly “I thought so, that's why i’m here to help” I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.

We’re now on the ice, well michael is, i’m standing at the entrance scared to death, “if I die this is all your fault” I glare at him “i’m sure you wont die” he laughs, “i’m fucking serious” I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.

“Are you just going home now or?” he looks at me, he seems understanding, “yeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon so” i say not looking at him “ok” he nods understandingly “I don't ever really do though” I say still not looking at him, “what?” he asks confused, I realise im not making sense “sorry…ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longer” he looks at me and smiles “if you want” I nod back, i’m blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.

We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, “don’t you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss once” I look at him, he looks back “their just hopeless romantics'' he replies, “your starting to sound like me” I joke, he laughs back, “that kiss…” I say, we’ve talked about it before, we’ve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, we’ve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says “no ones here and no one cares” I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.

We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.

He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime i’m on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, he’ll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.

“Your late Victoria” I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, “so what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half late” my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, “victoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sick” my mum guilt trips “yeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would it” I say, it wasn’t aggressive just pointing out the obvious, “loose that tone” my mum snaps, “what tone” i scoff, “tori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously his” my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, “first of all michael isn’t my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like he’s in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im late” i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie can’t hear, “tori your too young to be having…hanky panky” my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ or ‘stop saying hanky panky’ but it comes out more like…”OH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!” don’t regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.

I’m not really sure how long it had been since that ‘argument’ but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, “i heard what you said” he eventually says “did ollie?” i reply, “no, i don't think so” he responds, i nod, “the funny thing is your right” he chuckles, i laugh softly back, “its weird how people look at us and don't realise” i say, “i know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!” Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.

I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like he’s my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think we’re twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because it’s true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.

I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they would’ve by now.

Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.

But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.

(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)

[sunny-mercya]

Given

03. Sensitivity

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Back in your hotel room, you got down from Heiji's back—limping in slow waddle motion like a penguin towards the bed, too exhausted to change (besides the shoes, which you kicked off) out of clothes and into more comfy ones, laying down onto the bed—moaning out of pain and frustration as your legs still aching and the once dulling pain, from the icepack, flaring up again—wanting nothing more than to sleep, even when it would be such a few hours—migraine already pounding and adding to your burden of current health issues.

»Where did ya put yer medications?« asked Heiji, taking off his jacket and cap, crouching down to your open luggage already.

»In that...uhh...tiny thingy....that bag with the first-aid logo...« you mumble out, eyes closing every so often—seeing your boyfriend only in a slight blurriness, glasses laying somewhere on the bed next to you.

Heiji searched through your clothes—noticing its mostly his clothes, which you never had given back when he had lend them to you, always finding it cute whenever you would wear them—and the few books, mystery crime novels and mangas, you brought along—having found the neon-green bag quickly and zipping it open.

»They ain' in here.« Heiji had looked in your medical-bag twice and besides the other various pills and medications—antidepressants, anti-anxiety, pills for insomnia, painkillers and so on—you had to take more than often, the ones for migraines weren't in there though.

»No! That can't be!« you cried out in disbelief, sitting up instantly—moaning out from the upcoming pain again—crawling off from the bed, letting yourself tumbling down onto the floor and moving to your luggage.

You rummaged through your clothes, tossing the books and everything bulky looking outside and doing a double check again—but nothing, absolutely nothing.

»I had them packed! Heiji! I swear I packed them! I couldn't just forget them!« emphasising your words, you looked at Heiji with a stressed expression and wobbly lips—raking your hands through your hair, gripping it tightly.

Besides the few times, in the very beginning when you had freshly started with your medications, you had never dared to forget them—double-checking twice whenever you pack your bag, making sure they all were there when needed.

So getting told one kind of your pills aren't packed in the bag—as they should be though—makes you questioning yourself with some doubt about your still remaining capacity of independency.

You let yourself fall down into the pile of clothes, burying your face into the fabrics, doubling over from the next upcoming headache wave—and damping them with your tears.

»Hey, hey, my sunshine it's gonna be alright. I'll go to the pharmacy real quick and get ya some of yer painkillers,« assured Heiji you, rubbing your back in comfort.

»You....can't. All my medications....they are....prescriptions...« you shook your head, knowing that Heiji—even when he meant well—wouldn't be able to receive them, not without an official authorisation permission from your Doctors.

»Nah, Imma get ya some painkillers. I promise. Just, stay here, I'll be quick.« Heiji leaned down, kissing the top of your head and throwing his jacket—like a blanket—over you.

~~~

When Heiji had reached the Central Pharmacy—a far bigger one with much more logistics than the smaller shops—the sun had completely disappeared down the sky by now, making space for the night—and although the night had started, the streets are still crowded as if it was midday.

Stepping inside, Heiji was greeted with the cool breeze from the AC—an stark contrast to the still warm air outside—walking up to the reception, greeting the Lady politely and stating his kind of problem.

Heiji hoped, despite him not having the needed prescriptions or permission papers, they would be understanding enough to gave your medications out to him—otherwise if not, he would have to buy you some low dosed cheap ones and those kinds wouldn't be strong enough to relief you from the pressuring pain.

Heiji knows—from first hand experience, during the time when you both had freshly started to date—just how strong your migraines could be, how painful they are for you—remembering well that one time, where you collapsed all of sudden—withering and doubling over in pain—almost crushing his hand, when you had to endure the pain for the rest of the day without any painkillers. 

»Of course. Do you have perhaps any other sort of authorisations ID with you? Otherwise we have to clarify check any information of the patient with what you know and if you can't get a score of at least 85% we have to decline your request.«

Heiji took his wallet out, getting his own ID and the Emergency Card—which he had gotten from your Parents, after your kidnapping—hoping those were sufficient enough for clarification.

»Aah. You don't need any official authorisation documents from the doctors, if you have the Emergency Card with you as it serves as a permission clarification just as well and is more easily to scan and grand access.« explained the lady, chuckling a bit in amusement.

~~~

After unlocking the door with the keycard, getting inside and closing the door with a slight kick of his foot—Heiji sat the bags down onto the nightstand.

»[Name]? I'm back. I got ya painkillers and brought us some snacks and drinks too,« 

When Heiji didn't saw you laying on the bed—forgetting that you had decided to stay on the floor, instead of moving back—he checked the bathroom and when he found it void of your presence too, Heiji felt a minimal panic rising up—till he remembers where you were and sighed in relief.

Kneeling down to you, Heiji shook you gently awake—had you really fallen asleep in your open luggage—droving his hand through your hair and caressing your cheek.

Stirring awake, you looked at Heiji with squinting eyes—that bit of sleep, which only seemed to have lasted for nothing more than 30 minutes, was clustering enough for your eyes.

»Hey Sleepyhead, ya think ya can get up?« asked Heiji, already turning your body sideways slightly—sliding his hands under your back and knee pit, picking you up.

You only mumbled an »Nuuh« out, rubbing your eyes.

»Thought so,« Heiji placed you down onto the bed and you sucked in a breath once you felt the softness of the mattress—holding back an moan of pain, when Heiji stretched your legs out.

Fairly awake now, you sat up a bit. Taking the bottle of Cola from Heiji—hands shaking slightly as you popped in two pills and gulping down half of the bottle.

»How did you.....«

»Emergency card.« 

»A what?«

»Emergency Card, got it from yer parents, after.....ya know.....and it serves like a permission slip too, apparently way easier to scan and grand access«

Nodding, you took another sip of your Cola. Must be something new as you never heard of it and neither Mrs.Tanaka or Dr.Akiyama had mentioned this so called Emergency Card before.

»Look what I got ya from the pharmacy as well! The pharmacist says it will help sooth the pain and cramping in yer legs.« Heiji fished out a tube from the bag, showing it to you before unclasping it. 

Pouring a good amount of cream-gel onto his hands, Heiji started to smear it on your leg and you didn't know what caused it—the icy coldness of that cream, Heiji's hands alone or the flaring sensation of pain—but your leg jerked up and crashed almost with Heiji's face, if he hadn't moved away quickly.

»Waa...whaa....what are you doing?!« stammering, feeling a rush of heat in your face, you looked at Heiji as if he was out of his mind.

»Massaging yer legs?«

»I– why? You–you.....you don't need to!« 

If it weren't for those stupid cramps and that horrible pain, you would have moved your legs away in an instant and hiding them in the blankets.

It's already bad enough that your legs are bare—so naked—but that's your own stupid fault though as you had decided to wear shorts after wall, simply because you never were a person for jeans or any long pants.

And it wasn't because of your naked skin that you didn't want Heiji near your legs, but because of all those scars you had now—which you had received during your survival fight with Daiki and they were a constant reminder—especially your silted wrist scar—of how weak (and what failure) you are—which you didn't want Heiji to see.

Because you couldn't stomach those thoughts, that Heiji—the man you loved so much with a love so deeply rooted in your heart, which collides every so often like a wave within a wave and crashing onto the land, sending you skyrocket high like ecstasy would do—found you ugly and unattractive.

You're ugly—had known this ever since—never believed in the delusion that you're pretty or even remotely close of being attractive in the slightest—not like all those other boys and girls and sometimes you wonder why Heiji dates you, when there are other people out there which are much more attractive and better match for him.

Such thoughts alone brought the tears welling up in your eyes and as if you weren't already an emotional wreck beforehand, you now felt even more like a burden of deadweight—sniffling, you rubbed your eyes in a desperate attempt to make these damn tears stop.

But they didn't stop, flowing more and more like a waterfall—the first sobs coming through your wobbly lips, clamping your mouth shut to hold them off—because dear god, these fucking thoughts alone of Heiji frowning upon you with disgust and judgement would send you into self-loathing and resentment

If strangers gave such stares and scrutinising you with their eyes of judgment and trash talking gossip, you wouldn't give a fuck and walk around with confidence—but Heiji is no stranger, he's your boyfriend and his opinion—how he views you as a human being—about you does matter.

»Hey, hey, what's with the tears? Is it the pain? Are yer migraines coming back? Ya want another pill? Hey, c'mon talk to me, Sunshine,« Heiji grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping his hands off.

He wasn't sure what caused the sudden sensation of tears in you—there are too many reasons for it to be, to discerns the right cause—but whatever it was and even when it would be a dumb reason, Heiji wanted to make it stop—taking the cause of your tears away from you.

With the intake of your medications there had come a certain amount of emotionally sensitivity with it and on some days even a simple „Thank you“ or just seeing the sky above brought you to cry.

Heiji had taken ahold of your wrist—feeling the bumpy scarred skin beneath his fingers and a beginning of a thought as of why you seemed in tears crossed his mind—prying them in a gentle manner from your face. 

»Hey, hey, c'mon what's the matter? Ya can tell me, ya know?« Heiji tried to coaxed it out from you, wanting to hear it from yourself—with your own words of voice—that you're feeling insecure, but you stayed silent and perhaps he have to approach this minor bump with a bolder take of action.

You glanced up at Heiji, just for a moment—already expecting an expression of disgust, but were met with nothing of the sorts—a soft smile gracing his lips and your poor heart soared at such sight.

Heiji leaned down, ever so slowly coming near and nearer towards your face, till his lips collided with yours—his hands coming up to hold your head, stabilising—and closing the proximity between the two of you.

Eyes fluttering shut, lips moving along the motions and butterflies—no, fireworks sparkling in your stomach and your heart burned like a flame.

Once the kiss had ended, Heiji pecked your lips once more before moving away—the both of you looked at one another.

»[Name]. There's no need to feel insecure or ashamed of yer scars. Ya might not believe me, but there ain' a thought crossing my mind of me finding ya ugly. I could never stop lovin' ya and if I ever shoulda do, a lightning shoulda strike me into deaths arms! And ya know why?«

».....why?« 

»Because, silly, I love ya for who ya are and not for how yer look. Simply as ever isn't it? I love ya and only ya.«

Heiji had engulfed you into a hug, pulling you close and let himself falling down to the spacey side of the bed, bringing you along—the both of you forgetting momentarily your cramping legs.

You wanted to laugh, hiding your face in the crook of Heiji's neck, that's a similar thing what you have once told him—when he had asked you, why you never got mad at him for mostly standing you up on dates and choosing crime solving over you.

»How 'bout we both take a nice hot bath together and then I'll massages ya legs till these nasty cramps are gone, does that sounds good?«

»Yeah, that sounds about nice,«

~~~

When Heiji awoke in the middle of the night—the TV, which played now some sappy love dramas on the channel instead of the movies they watched before, being the only light source—the first thing he did was to check on you.

Knowing that you're well and next to him—safe in his arms, where he could hold you close and not fearing you might would vanish forever into nothing—gives him a feeling of relief and happiness, builds him up with confidence and strength to not give up so easily whenever he felt like he wasn't enough.

You had your own load of insecurities and so does Heiji—because sometimes he felt as he wasn't a good enough boyfriend for you, that you deserved way better, that's he nothing but a failure who couldn't even keep his vows to never let you get hurt—but your sole love and how much faith you had in him was enough.

Oh baby I can't stop my love for you,

because this heart belongs to you and only you

[gay-salt-amber]

breezejay headcannons pretty please *runs away*

Time to go back a few years and crack the breezejay glow stick that is my brain also imma keep this human au hcs probably unless I say otherwise

Lets begin with the start of their relationship

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Breezepelt fell first but Jayfeather fell harder

Jayfeather realized he had feelings when once, in his dreams (which somehow he thought were reality) Breezepelt was standing by the river and took his shirt off, revealing a lot of scars and muscle but also Breezepelt was thin, clearly slightly malnourished. Jayfeather saw this and blushed bright red.

Little did he know that the Breezepelt in that dream wasn't just Jayfeathers imagination but actual Breezepelt

Ever since then, Breezepelt has been slightly flirty on the off chance they're alone but still an asshole

After some time when Breezepelt started working on himself, he went to the moonpool. Asleep next to it was Jayfeather, in all his beauty with his face relaxed for once instead of in a sarcastic scowl.

Breezepelt thought back to the last time they were at the moonpool, that time was a lot more dangerous, but, this time, both were there for one thing. Guidance from Starclan.

Breezepelt decides to sit beside him, keeping him safe instead. Then, soon, Jayfeather woke up.

Breezepelt gave him a soft greeting and helped him up, they quietly talked as Jayfeather reluctantly agreed to let him walk with him to Thunderclan territory.

There was a bit of anger, tears, disagreements, agreements, forgiveness, apologies....and maybe a purposeful wrong turn to a hidden cabin.

One may think Breezepelt led Jayfeather here to harm him and lied to him about being sorry just a few seconds ago, but Jayfeather was the one who brought them there.

Jayfeather soon explains that this was a cabin he found and slowly was trying his best to restore on his own to make a nice little space for himself to relax.

Why did he bring Breezepelt here? "It's getting late, unless you haven't noticed. I want to get some actual, non-star clan-interrupted sleep and you do too."

"Why would you let me stay with you though? You're not scared I'd kill you in your sleep?"

"You're a cat who, albeit, has done many messed up things, rarely goes back on his words...even if they are about the mouse-brained things you've done."

Breezepelt knows Jayfeather is right, and he also just apologized to Jayfeather so, it'd be a bad idea to go back on his word already to try and ruin that

The two are about ready to sleep, Breezepelt takes a futon-like mattress on the floor and Jayfeather takes the couch. That was until Jayfeather fell asleep and Breezepelt realized he had no blanket. Breezepelt quietly opened his knapsack which was of good size. It carried spare food, a change of clothes, a weapon or two, but most importantly, a small pillow and a surprisingly big blanket that Breezepelt jammed in there like a kid trying to close an overstuffed closet

He struggles to get the blanket out of the bag without spilling out everything else and making a loud noise, but, once he gets the blanket and also the pillow out, he goes up to Jayfeather, lifts his head, places the pillow underneath and puts the blanket onto his body.

Jayfeathers hands hold onto the blanket after a moment and even in his sleeping state, Breezepelt can tell Jayfeather feels slightly better and he goes to lay back down on his mattress.

..." I am still awake, y'know. I don't fall asleep fast like you do."

Breezepelt almost jumped, "Then why didn't you say anything?!"

Jayfeather paused, yawning, curling up into the blanket, "The blanket is nice...it feels like some type of yarn or string...Did you make it yourself?"

Breezepelt blushed with embarrassment, "Yeah. I was bored and decided to learn how to make blankets. Why? Gonna make fun of me for it or something?"

"No, mouse brain. I was going to say keep doing it. The blankets are soft."

Breezepelt said nothing in response, only stammered and blushed. He buried his face into his own pillow and soon went to sleep

When the sun came up, so did Breezepelt. He woke up far earlier than Jayfeather would on an off-day like this. Breezepelt would have let him sleep in but he knew Thunderclan would get annoyed without their medicine cat...and also, Breezepelt is a little shit.

Jayfeather left a small space on the couch, just big enough for Breezepelt to sit on, so, Breezepelt sat down, laid on Jayfeathers chest, and booped his nose, when Jayfeather scrunched up his face as a reaction, Breezepelt smirked

"Good morning sleepy head~"

Jayfeather knew right away what Breezepelt was doing, but also decided to be a little shit, just in the more flustering kind of way

Jayfeather wrapped his arms around Breezepelt and pretended to still be asleep as he held the now strawberry-colored Breezepelt just laid his head on Jayfeathers chest

"I...guess we can sleep a while longer."

The two lay there for what felt like hours which was really about five minutes until Jayfeather spoke up

"Who let you be so nice to hold?" "....Yknow, with how thin and bony I am, I find that hard to believe."

Jayfeather shrugs, "It makes it easier to wrap my arms around you, but I still want you to eat more. You're the size of a twig."

Breezepelt laughed and adjusted to lay by Jayfeathers shoulder. Even if Jayfeather couldn't see him, He knew how intimate this whole day and last night were even if that wasn't the original idea (or maybe it was)

Jayfeather wanted to ask so many questions such as 'What are we?' But, they both knew.

"...So, does this sleepy head not even get a good morning kiss?"

Breezepelt hummed, "Mm...yeah, I suppose so...If you want one, anyway."

Jayfeather said nothing, just turning his head and closing his eyes, waiting patiently. Breezepelt gave him a very shy, hesitant kiss

"Thats a kiss? Really?" Breezepelt stammered, clearly embarrassed, "Oi! I don't do kisses very often!"

Jayfeather snuggled in and gave Breezepelt a kiss that told of more experience, even just a slight bit more.

"Mmh...Your lips feel nice on me.." Breezepelt said softly, letting Jayfeather continue the kisses, leaning in closer

As they shared kisses, Breezepelts voice was careful as he said, "What...is this?"

"What do you mean?" Jayfeather said, a little annoyed that the romance was cut off by the need for serious conversation that they knew they needed

"What are we doing? I mean, we're half-brothers! We can't be kissing like this! The clans will think we're gross....Hell! I tried to kill you!"

Jayfeather touched his cheek gently, "And? I forgave you, mouse-brain," He paused for a moment, "When you look at me what's the first emotion you feel?" Breezepelt blushed softly, hugging him, "Love. I feel love. I feel affection. I feel...Happy."

Jayfeather laughed softly. "Those are a lot of "first emotion"'s..."

Breezepelt kissed his cheek, "It's your fault you're so cute..."

"Love you too..."

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Lmk if you want any other headcanons!

[pasteloctoz]

Day 2 of redacted "what ifs"

I know mermay is almost over but i can't stop thinking about who in redacted would be mermaids and how the romances would work. So here. I tried to stay as close as I could to the original tomance storylines as I could.

Damn crew first

Gavin and FL-

Gavin is a merman (specifically a siren) while FL is a shifter that just recently found out they can shift. When they met, Gavin was singing in a large cavern and FL wasn't drawn in by it even though they appeared human. They got to know eachother after a while and Gavin started looking for a way to shift to a human form so he could spend more time with FL. FL had started to meet other merfolk including Hux, Dames, Laz, and eventually Kody. For some reason they were drawn to FL (FL having some type of energy close to what lovely had before they were revealed to be a latent). Kody (shark merman cause predator), pulled FL into the ocean. FL had shown a fear of the ocean for a while up until that point and freaked the fuck out when Kody did this. Luckily, Hux was near and he scared Kody away. From there FL tries to deal with this while also still having a life as a human to. Eventually they ditch the human life and live with Gavin in the ocean city.

Freelancers, including Sam, would probably be able to shift to whatever kind of merfolk they'd want, though it'd take a toll on their magic if they do it too much. Which means that Sam would have a harder time shifting from one form to another.

Huxely and Damien-

Huxley is a whale shark merman because they can withstand high temperatures and those goofy ahh fish always remind me of gentle giants. Damien is some kind of magma merman just because. I love them both but there is not much to talk abt they're just gay/pos.

Lasko and Lasko's Listener-

Not sure what I have in mind for Lasko but he's tiny and his listener is Large. Thats all I have in mind for either of them, so far their story doesn't have much so i don't have much for them.

Shaw pack now. All shaw pack bois are Dogfish shark shifter merfolk 😌 (say that 10 times fast)

Ash and Baaabe-

This ones hard cause they met when the elevator in their apartment broke down with them in it. And Baabe is unempowered so for this one imma say that at the shaw pack bois live on land but for jobs they go into the ocean and do their thing. That makes the thought that Ash would shift to get out of going to the door for pizza 10 times funnier. Guy would just see him laying on the floor behind the couch and He'd just be used to it at that point. It also makes it way easier for Guy to find out abt magic which i think is funny.

David and Angel-

This one would also be really close to the og way they met. If it weren't for pack meetings and the security jobs David probably wouldn't even tell Angel. (Sorry this one was so dull-)

Milo and Sweetheart-

Sweetheart is a octopus shifter (octopus can camoflauge and squeeze through tiny spaces, closest i could get to a stealth). Their meeting a such would also be very similar to the og story. Though I personally think that when they move, they move into ocean city to be closer to work n stuff.

Last but not least, the vamp bois. All of the vampires are some kind of squid shifters. I'm not gonna say vampire squids specifically bc those thing are tiny and I can't think of Sam as a tiny mf next to large ass shark darlin'. Also its a little bit cliche. Maybe squid shifters are the only ones who can turn humans/ressurect (kinda) merfolk. I wouldn't think that turning a merfolk would change them from being a shark to a squid or something. But when a human is turned they can shift to a squid only.

Also the places where they all meet is no longer a carnival its apart of the beach thats cut off for safety reasons. (Like in steven universe)

Sam and Darlin'-

With the whole Quinn thing, I wouldn't want too change much. Darlin' used to live in the land city but sold it after the Quinn stuff happened. They did go back to washington ofc but when they came back, they bought an apartment in the ocean city and lived there for a while. Then they met Sam at the beach and things were pretty similar from there. When they moved in with Sam they moved to a house hidden and out of the city but still close. Im not gonna talk abt what type of fish quinn is bc he doesnt deserve it (neither does kody but i had to make the joke abt him being a predator since that is literally what he is).

Vincent and Lovely-

Similar story to how Gavin and FL's was except Kody is replaced by Adam, Hux in that situation is replaced by Vincent and Lovely is an Eel merfolk instead of Freelancer merfolk. Pretty self explanitory- Vincent is a squid guy bc he was a human before obv.

Bonus: Caelum is lil anglefish merfolk ♥️♥️♥️

And uh- yea not much to talk about other than that. Happy mermay!!!

[dasillypacowaco]

Hey hey ya wanna know what happened after Pim (my spidersona) lost everyone? No? Imma tell ya anyway so sit down ml☺️

Empty apartment

I saw the window of my our apartment ahead of me, the window that leads to our living room, and the inside was dark.

The grip of my hands almost betrayed me as I swung to the building and finally got a hold of the windowsill. My breath was uneven which only made things difficult as I tried to get myself together and open the window.

And for the first time in my whole life, when I set my feet on the floor, the apartment was quiet. No women complaining about how I was out late and all beaten up, no sound of the news on TV, no girl talking to her girlfriend on the phone with her baby voice, just silence.

My eyes wandered around, my sight was blurred, everything was so quiet that my ears starts ringing again. That's gotta be my least favourite sounds from now on.

The wind from outside escaped in through the open window and tickled my skin as I stood there with no motion, letting my thoughts drowned me from inside. The next thing I knew was I'm sitting on the ground with my back pressing against the wall and my breath quicken.

All I wanted to do was lay down and close my eyes, hoping that all that just happened was a nightmare, hoping to wake up by the sound of my mom yelling from the kitchen, hoping to get drag out of my bed by my sister because we're gonna be late for school, hoping to—

*megalovania starts playing*

I jumped and suddenly got snapped back to reality by the sound of my own ringtone. I pulled out my phone only to see the display on the contact name that made my eyebrows furrowed.

Father.

I sighed and forced myself to pick up the call.

"...hello." I tried to at least sounds like I'm fine, but the voice that came out sounded like someone who's about to break down in a second.

"...I assumed you already know about your mom and your sister."

I was there. It was my fault.

"yeah." I sighed shakily.

Then there's a small pause.

"you're gonna have to move in with me."

"I know."

"I'm picking you up tomorrow, pack the stuff you need first."

"okay."

Another pause.

Then a deep sigh from the other side of the call.

"look, I understand how you feel ri—"

I hung up the phone immediately. My hands were shaking as tears built itself up in my eyes. I threw my phone across the room out of frustration and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.

He didn't understand, he never will.

I slowly got up from the floor and used whatever my hands could reach as supports and dragged myself to a small kitchen in the apartment. I need snacks, alcohol, something that will distract me, even if it's only temporary.

The cold air from the fridge hit my skin as the light made me squint my eyes slightly. I started looking for something, but all that I saw was sodas, waters, some cooking ingredients and...mom's leftovers.

My hand twitched. My body moved on it's own and grabbed one of the leftovers, my favourite one. Putting in the microwave and wait, I sat down with all my thoughts and voices still there, saying that it's my fault, saying that I'm useless, the endless insults that only get louder the quieter the room was.

Ding.

I looked over at the microwave. Taking the dish out without care of how hot it was, I put it down on the table, staring at it blankly, then got up to grab a spoon.

As I started to eat slowly, putting the food into my mouth one spoon after another, tears ran down my face as I chocked on my own breath and swallowed the food forcefully.

I can't even taste the food, all that I tasted was the disgusting flavor of blood in my mouth mixed with tears that slowly made my face looked like it's melting.

I felt like shit. I looked like shit. My spider suit was torn with a lot of fresh wounds that I could careless right now. The smell of bloods and sweats mixed with the smell of food in front of me made me want to throw up, but I can't, I won't.

I'm pretty sure I looked pathetic.

[flingza-roller]

Hey so I found your account today and I love your art!!!

I also love your Captain 3 Cosplay! I’ve wanted to Cosplay them, but I couldn’t think of any idea on how to make their hat or headphones, so I’m curious to know if you’d be able to explain how you made yours?

if you’re busy and can’t respond I understand I just thought I’d ask

OAAAAGH THANK YOU!! it always makes me so happy when people enjoy my cosplay, i had lotsa fun with it :D

im gonna go into detail with this so imma shove it under a read more

so honestly i kinda cheesed it with the hat and also did it in the most convoluted way- i already owned a hat with a similar shape, one of those sailor captain hats u can find anywhere. loved wearing that thing. but anyway i removed the bit of rope and the buttons it had, then went through the very long and painstaking task of gluing fabric onto the whole thing. this required a lotta measuring, a lotta trial and error, but i eventually got there! i pretty much just cut out the pieces and layed them over the hat in the right positions.

the gold bits on the sides are just half of one of those metal button things u can get from craft stores, and the gold strips + emblem are a metallic gold card. the emblem itself i made by tracing over the game model, transferring that trace onto paper, tracing the paper onto gold card, then cutting out each piece and gluing it to the black disk i made (somehow this took me like 4 hours, dont ask why). i then just glued the whole thing to the front of the hat!

now the headphones- i was actually really lazy with this, ive been desperately wanting to make proper LED headphones with the right cables at the back but... i never really get around to it, i dont know the first thing about electronics in cosplay 😔

SO! with the con rapidly approaching and me running out of ideas, i resort to something i know i can handle. i buy a cheap pair of bluetooth kmart headphones and get to work. so i found that spotlight stocked this very thick.... foam, card? im not sure what it is exactly, but i had to use a stanley knife to cut it. i measured and cut discs out to attach onto the sides of the headphones, then added a layer of yellow card on top.

the pointy part of the 'phones is a cut piece of that thick card glued onto a piece of foam (the floor mat kind) for stability, and then i just painted the glowing dots on the front of the card with acrylics. i had to wear the headphones with the handle going around the back of my hat so that they didnt fall off, and since i would be adjusting them a lot and knew the "ears" might look wonky i decided to attach a patch of velcro to the side of the headphones and the yellow disk so that i could easily change their positions if they got crooked.

so yeah! they may not look the best, and theres always things i can improve, but i did put a hell of a lotta hours and love into em. i hope some of this can help u! and if u can make ur cosplay, id love to see it !!

[cryptids-rest-of-sin-and-delight]

I’m also a monster fucker lmao

Luchino nsfw hcs? Like I’m lowkey kinda curious bout his kinks n shit, and like how he’s like in bed

Luchino NSFW Headcanons (Given the comment about being a monster-fucker, imma assume you mean his Evil Reptilian/Hunter form not his Professor/Survivor form.)

-Going off basic kinks. Luchino would def have a size kink. He is so big now! His S/O is so small! It would drive him crazy. He can just pick them and they hold them with one hand? Hell yeah!

-Praise kink too. While he would never openly admit, he does feel like his more reptilian form is a major turn off to some. So hearing sweet words from S/O would melt his heart and maybe wag his tail too.

-Breeding Kink. Did he have that before becoming a giant lizard man? Maybe. Did becoming a lizard make it ten more obvious because lizard instincts go brr? Yes. That also being said, he would def be into biting his S/O, marking them and claiming them too.

-Even if his instincts demand to breed or he may rough fuck his S/O. He is def a gentleman dom still. He cares for them and wants them to feel good just as good as he does. He'll place kisses or playfully nip at them. In more causal sex, Luchino would nine times out of ten, take his S/O's comfort, feelings and pleasure first.

-Another thing! Boundaries and consent! Nothing sexier than that <3! But no seriously, Luchino is aware of his size. He is aware he could accidently hurt his S/O, so he is gonna make sure they go over everything they are comfortable with. Him and S/O would probably also go over a safe word or something similar so he knows when to stop.

-He has two dicks! And dear lord would it drive him crazy if his S/O could take them both.

-Sex in general with Luchino could range from soft sweet stuff, where he has his S/O close to him, maybe laying on his chest as they lazy fuck. To more rougher sex, with him pining them down to the floor or a wall, nipping at their shoulders as he pounds them.

-Rough sex is more likely when he is a rut/heat, fair warning.

-After care is a must for him too! He is gonna pamper his S/O to hell and back! Warm baths they can soak in, messages to work out any sore muscles, and would bring them food and water if they need it. And plenty of kisses too.

[heatherthetiredwriter]

Okay. I'm listening to the episode bc I need to know also this is technically part of my homework for physics class sooooo... gonna take some notes here.

The little blurb for the episode says "A lab explosion." Those are the first three words. So it is an explosion.

What kind of explosion is it? I don't know yet. Probably won't know. The episode probably won't tell me, but Imma see if I can figure this out with science, because like I said, this is my physics homework.

The opening does talk about a portal. The portal then does explode when the mysterious intruder tries to shut the portal off. Reminds me of Big Hero 6, with the Silent Sparrow Project

"Word around town is that it was a small nuclear explosion!" - Ben

There's the nuclear explosion part. Is it actually a nuclear explosion though? Unclear. It is a lab in Arizona, in the desert... So it's not unlikely.

"That's just a rumor, Ben. All though the professor was a physicist, he did quantum mechanics, not nuclear engineering." - Spencer

Spencer, he could have dabbled in both. Furthermore, Spencer, Nuclear engineering is a concept that is based off of the theory of Quantum Mechanics. Quantum Mechanics is at it's very base level, a physics theory that describes the nature of atoms and subatomic particles. The making of nuclear devices is through fission and fusion- by splitting an atom. So, Spencer, the fact that Professor what's his face was known for studying Quantum Mechanics just gives further reason for the rumor go exsist. And again, you live in the desert. If you live in the desert in Arizona or New Mexico, I'm sorry, but your local scientist is always building a bomb or something nuclear. That's just the rules. I don't make em.

"It's as if the lab melted away under some... Alien heat ray." - Ben

"Look at the burn marks on the floor. And the way the blaze scattered around the perimeter." - Spencer

"It's all laying in... In kind of a swirl pattern, as if it was made by some sort of cosmic tornado or something." - Winnie

"Man! The wall over here! Look at the wall!" "Those look like... Shadows! Three human shadows burned right in the cement!" "Hiroshima! When they dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, the heat was so intense that it burned human shadows right onto cement walls." - Mike, Winnie, and Spencer

So I was right in remembering the shadows and connecting it. They made the connection too.

Pops says he thinks he remembers that the professor was researching something about black holes

Side note number three. Spencer is trying to explain black holes. Mike and Ben are saying he needs to dumb it down. But I hate the way they are doing it. I feel this on a spiritual level here. That's all.

On the second part, and I don't think the first part played it, but in the recap for the second, when they speak of the accident, they play screaming that is fading away, much like when someone is zapped or portaled away in a movie. Just pointing this out.

Another side note. I appreciate them letting Mike cry about losing his dad. We love to see a guy being able to express his emotions. Good job. Get those tears out dude.

Okay. So much. So the villain dudes claim the Professor made a device that opened a black hole. And they don't believe the twin dude. Now the twin dude is talking about himself like the professor so is he the professor or is this a lie? He's the professor I think? It's unclear.

"The walls! They are actually... Twisting!"

Aaaaaand there goes the professor saying it was hallucinations.

Okay so I've finished listening to the episodes and I'm thoroughly dissapointed. "Oh I can't tell you cos it's classified." Shut up Professor. That does however, fit with the sketchy scientist who is totally not making weapons out in the desert.

So... Idk what the point of this was. It's 12 am. Imma go to bed. I'll work on my homework assignment tomorrow about this stuff. Might post it on Tumblr if it's an interesting read. Anyways, thanks applesauce1131 for posting the link to the episode. You're amazing for that. I won't tag you in this for the sake of this is a long post. Anyways. Yeah. Imma pretend that imma go to bed now and not research sketchy stuff that's probably more proof to my fbi agent that Im a federal threat!

Hey Adventures in Odyssey people. Question for my school assignment.

Maybe I was just imagining things, and I can't check it cos AOClub refuses to let me in ever again bc it wont accept my payments, but Last Chance Detectives.

I distinctly remember there was an episode where there was a science lab or something. And the scientist died from a nuclear explosion or something??? I remember it was nuclear bc his shadow was all that was left I think? So I remember my biggest fear back then was death by nuclear explosion.

Am I making all of this up? What episode was it? Does it exsist? Was the nuclear part made up?

[baurbiediv]

summer games

a/n: pt. 2! thank yall sm for the love on the first part, i appreciate it sm <3, also sorry for the late post, i know i promised it to be released earlierrrr

tw: some yelling, cursing, angst nd fluff

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YOURINSTAGRAM popping plan b’s cause i ain’t plan to be stuck with you. <3

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MISSIONARIESJACK oh im about to be a d1 instigator frl

↳ LUVVYN YOU’RE SICKKKKK 😭😭😭😭😭

UNFORGETTABLEJACK jack gotta be rolling around on the floor crying somewhere

↳ YNSECLIPSE oh he probably is 💀💀

THEESTALLION much love to you bae 🤎

↳ YOURINSTAGRAM love you tons meg, can’t wait 2 see you 💗

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“what the hell is going on with you and y/n?” urban asks jack while keeping his eyes on the tv. it had been nearly three weeks since the last time you and jack had spoken to each other since your argument. urban looks over at jack with low eyes. “jack if you truly love her why would you allow yourself to go on a break?” urban asks. jack sits for a moment and thinks to himself. “i mean she suggested it, if she agreed to if then so be it.”

while scrolling through his phone still listening to jack, urban’s eyes widen while scrolling upon your post before liking it. “yo jack, she posted.” he says while handing the phone over to him. jack’s eyes widen as they wander to the caption. his jaw nearly drops down to the floor as he reads it out loud. “popping plan b’s cause i ain’t plan to be stuck with you?”, urban laughs to himself before turning his head to the side to look at jack. “yo urban what the hell does this mean?” urban shakes his head and shrugs.

“i know exactly what imma do.”

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before you knew it you were getting a notification from instagram saying druski was going live with jack. you joined and immediately could see that jack was leaning back in his seat staring at a computer screen while also looking at the comments. upon seeing your user pop up jack smirked at the camera. druski had requested for you to join, you couldn’t resist to not join as you smile as druski already begins his antics. as soon as you joined the comments began flooding in.

stunnajack OMG Y/N IS IN HERE

icedouty/n BRO JACK WHAT YOU DO TO Y/N.

lowkeyjack druski if jack broke up with y/n, get them back together. NOW!

alexsilas y/n is fine asfk

“ayo, so y/n, i peeped your recent post, what’s up with the caption?” druski asks you while his signature smirk is plastered on his face. you see jack shift in his seat as his eyes divert to the camera. you were laying down on your bed while on laying on your stomach. “well you know, my friend megan, released her new song ‘plan b’, and you know i just thought i’d help promote the song since she’s my friend and what not.” you say while smiling.

“ayo .. look alexsilas .. i don’t know who you are but you gotta chill, that’s my girl and you’re overstepping your boundaries homeboy.” jack spoke up. nobody had really known about your ‘break’ besides jack’s group and yours. you knew that if you made it public all hell would break loose and the internet would lose its damn mind. plus blogs would be all over this for only who knows how long.

after hearing jack call the dude out, you giggle to yourself. “ooh jack you got your lady all giggly and shit,” druski says. “shut up druski.” you and jack both simultaneously say at the same time which caused all three of you to burst out laughing. for the first time in a few weeks, you’d actually felt happy about talking to jack without feeling the urge to break down.

“ight man, imma get outta here, i got something important i gotta do for an important woman in my life right now. imma hit you up later man.” jack spoke. you blew a kiss to him before he left the live. druski pretends to catch the kiss as he stares at his hand.

dojacat DRUSKI LMFAOO 😭😭😭

icedouty/n this mf plays too much

jacksserenity jack is gonna get on his ass 😭😭

“yeah, look, if jack is watching this i’m going to be in trouble forreal.” you say as you start laughing. “y/n .. he ain’t gotta know -“, you leave before he could even manage to get another word out. “man she is so fine!” druski exclaimed before ending the live.

not even 20 minutes later you receive a text from jack

jack 💓

you still mad at me stink? i don’t care, i’m coming over.

i really miss you and i’m sorry for being an ass

you feel yourself smile and the text, truth be told, you missed him as well. it was difficult not always being able to communicate one on one with jack, but it was the little things like him apologizing that truly reminded you as to why you’d fallen for the boy. yes you could be mad at each other but not like this. this was something you never wanted to experience again.

disrupting you from your thoughts, you heard a knock from the living room. you hurry over to the door and unlock it. you open the door to see jack holding a bouquet of flowers and a cheesy grin plastered on his face. before you know it he’s already stepping into the doorway closing the door and hugging you as tight as he can as you do the same.

“y/n, i don’t ever wanna be mad at you the i was. i can’t do this ever again.” he says as his head is buried in the crook of your neck. you nod in agreement. “me too jack, these have probably been the longest three weeks of my life.” you both pull away from the hug as you two walk into the kitchen. you find a vase for the flowers as you pull the vase from an empty cupboard.

jack watches you in complete awe as you put the flowers in the vase and fill it up. ‘man am i so lucky’ he thinks to himself. he couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. he couldn’t help but think about how much of a better person you make him. he couldn’t lose you again and he meant that.

“jack ..?” you say waving your hand slightly in his face. “yeah baby?” he says snapping out of his thoughts. you laugh to yourself before grabbing his hand and leading him into the living room and plopping down onto the couch together. you immediately attach yourself to his side as his arm finds his way around you pulling you to him as close as he could.

“i love you y/n.” jack spoke.

“i love you too jack.” you said looking up at him. he looks down at you and presses a quick kiss to your lips before turning back and turning on the tv.

you and jack knew you both had each other. you had learned to love him and he had learned to love you. the two of you have each other through thick and thin. and he would make sure to let anyone know that.

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a/n: just wanted to thank y’all for all the love on pt. 1 and again im sorry again for the late post! this is also the last fic for summer games, but request anything else you’d like to see! <3

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Was it all a fucking dream?

Pairing: daredevil x reader, matt murdock x reader (but reader doesn't know that)

Summary: You wake up to a bloody figure laying on your livingroom carpet. What is the price for helping him?

warnings: an attempt at smut, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, identity porn, kissing, pinning/restraining, cunnilingus.

A/n: This is my attempt at a kinktober fic with the kink being "identity porn". I hope you like it! I hope I got the warnings right, but please do tell if I didnt! This is my first time writing for daredevil.

You jolt up, tossing the sheets of your body. Grabbing the bat you keep by your nightstand, you make your way into your living room. You swear you heard sounds coming from here. Carefully turning the corner, you change your grip on the bat. Entering the living room, your breath hitches. A figure is laying on your carpet. It looks like a man, muscular build. You can’t see his face – a mask covering the upper half of it. It looks to be red and gold, with… horns? That can’t be right.

Your eyes widen as realization hits you. Holy shit, Daredevil is laying on your living room carpet!

With caution you walk slowly towards him. He draws a breath and cough, making you jump back and yelp, dropping the bat to the floor.

“Help me…” his voice is dark and rough. A shiver runs down your spine. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to him and sit down beside him. He lies perfectly still, except for plump, bloody lips parting – whispering a broken “thank you, I’m so sorry”.

You start to examine him expertly. You are a doctor after all. Nothing seems to be broken, but a large gash on his arm is bleeding heavily.

“This need stitches” you tell him. He hums in response. You help him sit up and back away from him “just gonna fetch my kit, please just wait here” You take one last look at him before walking away.

When you come back, his fingers are digging into the gash. “Hey, stop it!” you step up to him and tug his hand away. You glance over to his face and you actually see a smile playing on his lips.

“I’m sorry but… You’re gonna have to take your suit, or whatever this is, off for me.” You gesture with your hand over his torso. To your surprise, he stands up.

“Turn around” he says, his hands already tugging on his suit. You do as you’re told, but when you turn your head to peek at him, you see the back of his head. Black, messy hair is all you see before he barks out “I said; turn around”. The tone of his voice leave no room for questions.

“Ok” he says, the sound of his voice makes a spark form in your belly. What the hell? Turned on by this? Now? You’re lost in your thoughts, snapping out of it when he clears his throat. Turning around you feel your jaw drop. Oh my god, he looks like a god. Toned muscle is all you can see. Big arms and a broad chest, ending in a sixpack with a dark trail of hair down towards the hem of his pants.

“You ok?” he smirks at you now, the mask/helmet back on his head.  You shake your head and close your mouth. “Um, yes sorry. Imma just… hold on” You blush and fumble with your kit, trying to find all the stuff you need.

“I’m sorry but I don’t have any anesthesia…. And you’re gonna need stitches” You wince at your own words, feeling sorry for him. Glancing up at what you can see of his face – not a trace of worry seen there.

“You do what you need to do. I can take it. Don’t worry about me”

You prep your gear and get to work. With the first pierce of the needle, he jumps a little and bites down on his lower lip. You mumble an apology, but continue. Stitching him up as fast and gentle as you can. When you’re done you clean the wound and put on a bandage. You go to clean up and when you come back, he is still sitting right where you left him.

He turns his head so he’s looking a bit past you and gestures for you to come closer. With hesitant steps, you walk towards him. He stands up and takes your hands into his when you are close enough for him to reach. Pulling you closer, his lips almost touching your earlobe he whispers;

“Thank you. Let me make it up to you.” You pull back, but he quickly pulls you back in as his lips crash into yours.

This was so wrong. He’s a vigilante. Or a superhero. But you can’t seem to care. Kissing him like there is no tomorrow. Tongues fighting for dominance and moans escaping as he kisses down your throat. You paw at his helmet, trying to take it off. He stops and clamp your wrist tightly.

“No. It’s not safe” his voice is so tender, the sorrow and regret prominent in it. A big contrast to his actions, gripping your wrists so tight you’re sure you have bruises in the morning. A moan escapes your lips and he cocks his head. A smirk plays on his lips. He backs you up to your couch, and make you lay down, grip on your wrists still unbreakable. He hold your arms over your head and kiss down, down and down until his mouth is straight over your clothed pussy. At this exact moment, you were rather happy with the sleeping attire for the night. A big t-shirt and panties.

His other hand trails up your leg and up to your panties, gripping the hem of them and ripping them off. His fingers trail your slit, almost as if he has to feel his way. Lowering his head, he licks a long wet stripe over your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You struggle against his grip as he eats you out like a starved man. Orgasm after orgasm comes crashing down on you, his gruff “thank you, thank you” spoken after each one. You lose track of time, space and the number of orgasms. Your vision is turning black and you doze off, falling asleep.

You wake up in the morning, tucked into your bed. You get up and look yourself in the mirror.

“Was it all a fucking dream?” You can’t believe it! The best head ever, and it was a dream?! You almost run into your living room but to your disappointment, there is no signs of anything or anyone there. Shaking your head, you walk into the bathroom to shower.

Stepping out of the shower and drying off, you stop and look at yourself in the mirror. On both wrists are fresh bruises, and when you look on the side of the sink, there is a small note.

“Thank you, for both the stitches and the meal.

 –Daredevil”

taglist: @animnerd

[shugojima]

Toji x Ushijima x ♀️

I did it lmao I hope you enjoy!

Next up will be Oikawa x Gojo x ♀️

Strength kink, Size kink, Mommy milkies, Double penetration, Breeding kink, Praising

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You had now idea how you ended up taking these two man home with you after you danced your ass off in that little bar in Tokyo.

You immediately layed eyes on Ushijima, the more quiet and reserved one of the two, while Toji was being all confident and straight forward, already used all his charm to talk you into fucking.

And he had absolutely no struggle doing that whatsoever, looking at you with a dirty smirk on his beautiful face. He had something to him; something dark and mature that made you go insane.

Ushijima tho, just kept staring at you from the other side of the dance floor, where he just stood with his whiskey in his hands, sipping on it every now and then. His gaze was strong and made you feel ways. Toji noticed and smirked.

"Wanna take that boy with ya? Yk I don't mind having some competition."

You looked at him with wide eyes, a little shocked by what he'd just suggested but how stupid would you have to be, saying no to that offer.

So here you are. Legs spread widely, Ushijimas big frame hovering over you between them, Toji's tongue buried deep in your mouth, a trembling hand on his big, soft chest, squeezing his breasts.

"You like that, kid?"

"Mhm.."

Ushijima's breasts were just as big, only his buds a little smaller, already hard you noticed as Toji pulled away from the kiss, spit connecting your mouths. Next thing you new was Toji almost suffocating you in between his breasts, His hand holding you in place.

"Imma fuck her first, big boy. You a lil thicker. I don't wanna have it stretched already." The man with the scar on his lips demanded, leaving the olive haired disappointed as he growled "Don't fill her up. That's my job."

"Come again?? Sure will, stupid. Can't leave her empty like that, can I?"

"... I'll take her mouth then." He said but he sure wasn't pleased and wouldn't let him have his way like that.

"Mhm... Good boy." Toji smirks, knowing exactly how much it angers Ushijima to be praised by him like that. Oh he'd fight for his place, don't you think he'd just back off.

He watched closely as Toji licked his scar, his green eyes hungrily staring into yours before he grabbed the base of his thick cock, slowly dragging it along your slick folds, slapping against your clit once, before positioning at your entrance.

"Mmm you gonna be a good girl for daddy, right?"

"Yes, I will... Don't- nghh stop teasing please.. Just.. fuck me already."

"Wouldya look at that big boy. She's all desperate for us, hm?" He mocked before pushing his fat tip inside your hungry, tight pussy.

You whined and dug your nails into his strong biceps, already feeling how big he was, how much you'd have to take. Toji's breast slightly bounced up and down when he bottomed out, not giving you any time to adjust to his monstrous size.

You arched your back more than you thought was possible, looking do the side you found Ushijima stroking himself just a few inches from your face.

"You need to concentrate on me, babe. Don't let him distract you, you hear me?" He said looking at the moaning mess in front of him.

You nodded, mouth wide open for him to put it in, if he'd even fit, that is. He was a little thicker than Toji, who was already way too much.

His balls big and full, cock slightly cured, his v line prominent, leading straight to paradise.

He was beautiful, a stunning man to say the least but you had no time thinking about it because Toji grabbed your chin, holding your mouth open for Ushijima, as his girthy cock rubbed along your lips, throbbing hard, waiting for you to take care of his problem.

You started sucking on his tip, tongue flicking and swirling around when he threw his head back, deep moans leaving his throat as he felt yours vibrating on his cock.

Toji didn't slow down, even though he held you in place on Ushijima. God, you never felt filled up so good. There was literally no air left inside you as those big men fucked you stupid right there. Toji now holding one of your legs on his shoulders to reach your spot perfectly, pushed you now completely on the big boy's cock. Throat desperately trying to push him out again, you choked and teared up but none of them gave a single fuck. They had trust in you, they knew you could take it if you just tried hard enough.

"Fuck." Was all that left Ushijima's mouth as he hit the back of your throat, mouth agape, breathing heavily, fully ignoring the tears streaming down your pretty face. He was sensitive, very much so and you would've feasted on the way he reacted because of you but it hurt. Your jaw hurt so much from the strong stretch, you couldn't keep your thoughts together.

"You're doing so well, love. So well even though he fucks so hard into you. I'm very proud of you." Ushijima said, carassing your cheek with his thumb when he pulled out, your fucked out head hanging down in exhaustion. He leaned down, kissing your forehead before he whispered, for Toji not to hear

"Daddy's very proud."

Toji turned you around as he pulled out, leaving you empty and whining.

"Nawww don't be sad, kid. Already missing my cock? I just pulled out a second ago." He chuckled slapping your ass hard, thrusting inside again, holding onto your shoulders, pushing you just a bit more onto his now twitching cock, about to put his baby straight inside your belly.

"Don't ya think for a sec I'll take care of this bastard. Hear me?"

"T-toji!! Then don't..."

"Nuh uh... That doesn't change the fact I have to fill you up, kid." He laughed, a moment before he fucked his kids inside your belly.

Your womb bulging a little from how much he left inside you as he thrusted in a few times more, making sure it settles right where he wanted it.

Meanwhile Ushijima shot hot ropes of his cum all over your face, stroking himself slowly as he pushed Toji aside roughly.

"Thanks to you asshole I wasted it. Move. Let's see if he's growing to be the next ace or an orphan. Dumbass."

How was this man instantly hard again after cuming all over your face a moment ago? Stamina... Lord have mercy. You were already stretched to the limit by Toji but he, so big inside you, forced you to scream as loud as you never did in your whole life.

"USHI-JI- AHHHHH FUCK FUCK!! TOO MUCH!!"

You whined and cried as he pushed his cock through Toji's cum, which was almost completely leaking out of you at this point.

"You gonna make me a father. I don't want you to have his kids, you hear me?"

"Y-YES!! NGHHH GOD!!"

"We'll see about that..." Toji chuckled licking along your jaw line before continuing to fuck his fist.

"I can't.. I-"

"You can. You're nghhh.. doing amazing, love." Ushijima said as he came undone, his big heavy balls, which were slapping so deliciously against your ass emptying in your belly.

You felt the heat inside pushing you over the edge as well as soon as Toji bit down on your hard bud.

You came screaming, back arching, sucking Ushijima in as if your life would depend on it. You were done with this world. This was something else, something you weren't sure you could take a second time but you never felt so damn good.

Ushijima collapsed on top of you, Toji spilling everything left inside him over your face as well, mixing it with the big boys cum, intentionally shooting a little on Ushijima's face.

Oh shit.

"Awww look at you. You look prettier like that, man."

The look he shot him was the most scary thing you had ever seen but you couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"I'll need your numbers to inform you of your child."

"Nah you won't need mine, kid."

[the-scandalorian]

I have no idea how long this is gonna turn out but imma just write out all my thoughts here. It started horny and then became the most vulnerable, reverse-comfort I’ve ever written in an hour…  

Tw: Din being afraid, Din accidentally hurting you, mentions of war, fighting, and possible ptsd. Slight spoilers for the Book of Bo Fett. Reverse comfort and Angst to comfort. (I may turn this into a longer fic or even a series.) 

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Din had refused to take his helmet off after the attack. You remember when you had found him a few hours earlier. You had left Grogu with Pele, and inquiring that Fennec keep an eye out just in chase. The woman nodding and pointing you in the direction of your warrior.  

You found what you first thought was the corpse of Din in a bedroom in Boba’s palace. His bandaged form slumped against the side of the bed, too tired to force himself under the sheets. 

All the armor below his chin was removed with the exception of his shin guards and boots. The brown flight-suit hastily unzipped and tied around his waste. His torso was wrapped in layers of gauze and bandage, with several empty bottles of bacta and a sewing kit laying next to him. You approached him slowly. Unsure if Din was awake or not, and gently moving your hand to wear his heart would lie. 

The minute you make contact with him he wakes. Din grabs your wrist, twisting it behind your back before forcing you to the floor. You screech as he gets you on the floor, before you are instantly released.   

“Cyare,” he whispers.   

You rise into a sitting position, turning to see Din panting and seemingly horrified. Your lover’s helmet moving down to gaze at your wrist. Harsh purple splotches ringing you arm like a bracelet. You two sat there for a moment, before Din slowly rose, silent and panting before exiting the room. Your ears catching the faint glimmer of an “I’m sorry…” as he makes his escape.

Boba was kind enough to offer you the room for the time being, especially after Din had nearly died several times over the days prior. It was clear the Mandalorian was running on fumes, and just bareley. The only thing keeping Din awake was adrenaline and anxiety. The man was a statue next to you. A broken and fearful shadow of a man who was reintroduced to how hard a fight could be. How bad war could make you…

“I’m sorry”, Din croaks out. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, distancing himself from you. Din’s middle is still bandaged, and he’s hiding inside of his helmet. Fett’s bacta tank could only do so much, and Din had proclaimed that “other people need it more than I do.”   

“I know you didn’t mean it. I know you’ve been through a lot, and I know you were just scared.”

Din turns his head to look at you. Your eyes meet black glass, blocking your gaze from his. He’s tensed, on guard. He feels like an animal in a cage. Wild, afraid, unpredictable. He doesn’t want you to leave him.

“I hurt you… Cyare… I hurt you and I didn’t even think about it…” 

The silence in the room is deafening. Tension boils in the tepid air of the planet’s dusk. Tatooine’s twin suns falling beneath the horizon line. 

You move towards Din slowly, not trying to back him anymore into the corner he was already pressed in to. His shoulder’s jump when your fingertips brush along his golden skin. His body slowly relaxing, despite Din’s efforts to dissuade it. Your hand falls back over his chest. It’s covered in a thin layer of sweat and his back has sunk into a slouch. You don’t know if it’s from exhaustion or stress.  

“I want to see you”, you say. Your eyes hold a tenderness. A wanton urge to care for him, to build up your broken soldier. 

Din nods, scarred hands cautiously trailing up to remove his helmet. You watch as the beskar curtain lifts, his face turned down towards his lap. 

Shame dancing across his furrowed brow. It breaks you, a knawing feeling in your chest. Din Djarin, The Mandalorian, the man you’ve loved for years now, is afraid of you. 

“Din…”    

Your voice is soft, like when you speak with you son every night before bed, his fuzzy green ears twitching in his sleep. Din knows the tone in your voice is a safe one, and he look up to you with tears he’s desperately been holding back. This is the first time you’ve seen his face since Grogu had left.

His eyes hold remorse and a slow dispersing fear. Helmet matted hair carrying streaks of grey and white. The dark circles under his eyes are paired with a scruffy, patchy beard. He looks tired… broken… vulnerable…    

But despite it all, you love him. 

“The day I leave you is the day we die, Din Djarin.”  Your Mandalorian smiles at you, and you smile back, before leaning in to kiss the love of your life.

oh wow, what a lovely, heart-achy start!! thanks for sharing it with me!

“I want to see you”, you say. Your eyes hold a tenderness. A wanton urge to care for him, to build up your broken soldier.

😭💜

i hope you do write it up into a fic or a series!

[uwuwriting]

Breaking in w/ Hawks, Shoto and Dabi

Request: I read another post about ppl breaking in your shared house with the boys not knowing that you are inside and hurting you and I was like well this would be interesting with their kids in the mix. So i'm here to provide you with the following request ppl breaking in and immobilizing you while you're still awake and they try to go into your kids’ room with Shoto, Hawks and maybe Dabi or Aizawa- anonymous 

Oh this is a nice little concept. It's very interesting. I’m happy to deliver. I have been devastated by chapter 290, if anyone hurts Shoto imma start a riot and if Dabi doesn’t kill Endeavor i will. I’m thinking of making a double post today so this one and a kny post but we’ll see. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warning: cursing, mentions of blood, crying but fluff in the end. 

Hawks/Keigo Takami

-You were waiting for Keigo to come home after a long day. 

-The twins were a nightmare to put to bed today and you were exhausted. 

-Both of them wanted Keigo to tuck them in for some weird reason and they just wouldn’t accept your cuddles or attempts. 

-So after a tiresome two hours of trying and failing to calm them down you called your husband on facetime and they went to bed. 

- “I’ll be home soon, do you want me to bring you anything?”

- “No, no just you.” 

-So after taking a shower and checking on the kids you relaxed on the couch, turning on the TV while scrolling though tik tok. 

-Not even half an hour later you heard jiggling coming through the door. 

-Assuming it was Keigo you got up and went to greet him but who you met at the entrance of your house was a complete stranger. 

-You and the two bulgars stared at each other for a solid minute before you scrambled to get to the kids’ room and lock yourself in there. 

-But one of them tackled you to the floor before you could reach the pastel colored door and pinned you down, binding your hands with a cloth. 

- “I thought you said he wasn’t here man? What is this?”

-They had tied your legs to a chair, putting a makeshift gag in your mouth so you wouldn’t scream as they bickered back and forth. 

-Your eyes kept darting from the front door to your kids’ room.

-He said he was almost home, he should be here at any moment. 

- “Just stick to the plan, she doesn’t change anything.”

- “Doesn’t change anything? You tackled the n. 2 heros’ partner and you think that nothing is gonna happen?”

-You couldn’t care less about their words as you saw the light of the baby monitor light up.

-Eyes widening, you tried to get out of your  restraints to turn it off but to no avail, the soft babbles of your son could be heard coming from the device sending the whole room into an uncomfortable silence. 

-Before you know it, the one that tackled you pushed his partner towards you. 

- “Keep her in check while I go pay a visit to the other room.” 

-Managing to get the gag out of your mouth, your eyes frantic, you tried to reason with him. 

- “I’ll give you whatever you want just stay away from that door, please.” 

- “The number 2 hero has plenty of money. I bet he would be willing to give a handsome amount for that brat in there. What do you say babycakes? 

- “Dude you’re taking it too far-” 

- “Stay away from them!” 

-You realized your mistake a little too late, the new information making the man's eyes light up.

-Two cries came from the twins’ room due to the commotion and your panic rose. 

-But then you saw it. 

-The single feather hovering over the mans’ head, as red and vibrant as ever. 

-You let out a sigh of relief as a wave of red feathers flooded your living room, cutting you free from your restraints. 

-Without missing a beat you sprinted to the door, stepping inside and locking it. 

-Both of them were awake and teary eyed but at the sight of you they calmed down a bit. 

-Taking them out of their cribs, you sat in the far corner with both of them in your lap waiting for the moment Keigo would knock on your door. 

-One would assume that being part of the hero industry, although you weren’t a full blown hero yourself, mere bulgars wouldn’t really faze you. 

-In reality you hadn’t been afraid for your own life, you couldn’t care less about yourself at that moment, but when you realized that they knew about the twins everything slowly fell apart.  

-After what seemed like an eternity a soft knock came from the locked door. 

- “Y/N, dove, open up.”

-Raising to your feet, you almost ripped the door handle out of position in your rush. 

-Once Keigo came into view you didn’t miss a beat before pressing yourself close to his chest, the twins just happy to see their dad. 

- “There are my favorite Takamis!” he said kissing their heads as his wings enclosed all of you. 

- “Dove they are gone, don’t worry. I’m here. We’re alright.” 

-The news report the next morning said that two men were found on the top of the police department butt naked. 

Todoroki Shoto

-Poor man had merely gone to get take out. 

-He hadn’t been gone for that long. 

-But apparently the villains had been waiting for him to leave the house so they could go in. 

-You were still inside with your daughters; the twins chasing each other in their matching onesies while you sat on the living room couch with your youngest.

-You heard the front door open suddenly and at first you assumed that Shoto had forgotten his wallet again.

-But the footsteps were too heavy and his voice didn’t echo through the entrance hall. 

-He always said something when he came in and his footsteps have become lighter ever since the girls were born. 

-Sensing that something was off you placed your toddler in her crib and motioned towards the twins. 

- “Stay with your sister and no matter what you hear you do NOT come into the hallway. Understood?”

- “But what-”

- “Rei do I make myself clear?” 

-Nodding their heads they took their seats in front of the crib, Ren squeezing her hand through the bars to gently grab her sister's chubby hand. 

-Taking a deep breath you entered the hallway and lo and behold, two strangers were staring back at you. 

- “Can I help you gentlemen?” 

-After a few seconds the one closest to the door flung himself at you while the other one started digging through his pockets. 

-Swiftly dodging the attack, you grabbed his wrist and swang him with incredible force to the wall, letting go of him as you turned your attention to the other one. 

-And then you felt a sharp pain course up your right leg as a heaviness settled on your chest. 

-The room began to spin while the air was knocked out of your lungs.

-You kneeled down, hand over your heart as you tried to use your quirk. 

-Nothing happened though; it was like you didn’t have one at all. 

- “Quirk cancelling bullets, aren’t they neat?” 

-The man stared down at you as ever so slowly your senses came back at you. 

- “I can still beat your ass even without a quirk.”

- “I don’t think you’ll do that.”

-Angry voices could be heard from the other room before the man you had slammed into the wall appeared again, blood dripping from his nose and onto the snow white hair of your daughter.

-Ren looked at you, tears forming in her eyes as a red flash of hair jumped onto the man. 

-Rei was having none of it.

-Taking that opportunity you kicked the one in front of you in the groin before separating the girls from the other, sprinting into the living room, closing the sliding doors behind you. 

-Laying the girls on the couch you grabbed one of the fireplace tools and got into a fighting position. 

-Soon enough the door opened revealing none other than Shoto himself.

- “Are you all alright? Did they hurt you?”

-He looked absolutely disheveled, his hair going in different directions as his gaze frantically scanned all four of you, his eyes lingering at your slightly raised leg. 

-The twins hopped off the couch and tackled his legs. 

-Shoto crouched down hugging them both tightly as they started to sniffle into their dad’s chest. 

- “T-they hurt mama and t-tried to hurt Ren.”

-He shot you a look but you waved him off, deciding to instead check on the baby before joining them on the living room floor. 

- “I won’t let them touch you ever again, even if it's the last thing I do.”

Dabi/Touya Todoroki *I ain't never letting this go*

-In reality the dudes didn’t know you were preggos. 

-You were too early on so you couldn’t tell you were preggo but still. 

-They knew that you had something going with Dabi and that’s why they wanted to fuck with you. 

-They thought that they would gain something from trying * key word trying * to take you.

-They were wrong though because a) they got their asses kicked by you and b) they got fried once Dabi found them. 

-You were chilling at Dabis’ while he was out to get you some mustard and a chocolate bar because cravings, when you heard the door open. 

-Immediately you knew it wasn’t Dabi. 

-You would’ve heard him grumbling under his breath about forgetting to take money with him * bc you have been pushing him to pay for stuff every once in a  while* or he would be shouting at you that your disgusting meal had arrived. 

-Neither of these things happened so something was up. 

-Not bothering to get up because you didn’t give two fucks, you waited for whoever stepped inside the apartment to show themselves. 

-You are a villain hun you ain’t about to stress over some crusty ass dude trespassing into your house because you could obliterate his ass from the face of the earth in negative five seconds. 

-Whispers and a frantic “But what if he comes back?” was all you heard before the ground breaking phrase left their mouth. 

- “Who cares? She’s a woman, how strong can she be anyways?”

-You were livid. 

-It might have been a mix of your hormones along with the fact that that was hella sexist but you were ready to beat some crusty ass. 

-Laying down on the couch and pretending to be asleep you waited for them. 

-And soon enough you felt the three figures standing over you. 

- “See easy as hell.” 

- “And hot as hell, please don’t forget that.” 

-All three of them stared down at you like that pikachu meme for a solid minute before scrambling to activate their quirks. 

- “We don’t wanna hurt a pretty girl like you so please don’t cause a fuss.” 

- “Oh baby you think you can hurt me? Please have you seen who I’m dating?” 

-Slowly standing up you flicked your wrist and one of them dropped to the floor. 

-You made your way to the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water right when one of them ran into you, pinning you to the counter. 

- “Watch it there bud I’m carrying precious carg-”

- “Shut up you fucking slut! You’ll come with us whether you like it or not.” 

- “The only person who can boss me around is not currently in this room so I suggest you let go.” 

- “Yeah you should probably let her go.” 

-At the sound of his deep voice you knew that they were dead men. 

-The one basically on top of you stared at Dabi in horror as you pushed him off of you. 

-Making your way to your boyfriend you gave him a small peck while he rested a hand over you stomach as a silent ‘are you okay?’.

-Shrugging you took the bag from his hands and went into your bedroom, not caring to see what he was about to do to them. 

-You were hungry anyways. 

- “Now which one of you wants to be roasted first?”

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[tomurasprincess]

Here’s a denki idea with incest and streamer denki for that anon that was asking about denki earlier and they get more fucked up as they go :)

(Tw incest Tw dub con... kinda? Tw non con) don’t worry Denki anon I got you, but hear me out. Denki is a live streamer that only shows his face once and a while, one day he “convinces” (basically passive aggressively threats and gaslights sister reader that they need to have sex with him to prove that “they aren’t a slut and they are still pure”, after sister reader refuses again. Denki forcefully bends them over the desk and tells them to cum around his cock or he will turn on the stream with the camera on so everyone can see how big of a slut his sister is.

(Ending one: consent is kinda given but it’s after he already pushes in so imma say dubcon) He’s surprised to find his sister trying to get him to speed up before she rubs against him and smirks at him with a small grind on his cock and a “get on with it then”

(Ending two: no consent, non consensual recording) Denki forces sister reader down onto the desk before slowly pushing in and out, wanting them to feel the drag from his cock before commanding them to say “I only want nii -san’s cock! I’m only a slut for nii-San!” After he fucks them for a while, talking about how much better their pussy and moans are rather than his hand and porn, he finishes. He cleans up sister reader before laying them to sleep, secretly saving the video he took of him fucking them for himself and blackmail

(Ending three: no consent, non consensual recording, non consensual somno, he broadcasts this bitch) pretty much the same as number two but turns out he has a seperate streaming account all for videotaping sister reader asleep as he eats them out or fucks them on his fingers all recorded and broadcasted. He turns on the camera with his face hidden but his sisters not, and fucks his sister as people flood in to watch as she takes his dick. Every time she tries to fight back or get him to stop he shocks her leg and goes harder to prove that she’s his and every time he shocks her he says something like “you must be enjoying it with how much you’re clenching down on me” . He ends the stream after finishing and finds his sister passed out, but not without smirking to himself and saying “tune in to the stream tomorrow and we’ll see if this slut can take dick in her tight little ass as good as she can take it in her pussy.”

Sorry for rambling but I just needed to share this or I was gonna go crazy

Warnings: Noncon, incest, forced orgasms, non consensual filming, degradation, electric shocks, mentions of somno, yandere Notes: Dark!Denki is my favorite kind of Denki, so I went with option number 3.

"I've got a surprise for you, sis," your brother says happily, grinning at you with that goofy smile like he used to. He had been changing so much lately, and not for the better. Much colder, much less likely to take on hero jobs. To your shock, he even said once that heroes were worthless, that the villains would end up winning. It wasn't like his usual self, and you're happy to see him acting closer to how he used to.

"What kind of surprise?" "Come into my room and I'll show you." He walks away, leaving you to trail behind him like you've always done since you were kids. You always looked up to your brother, always wanted to be close to him. And he was the same way. Everyone thought you were too close for siblings, but you disagreed. You wouldn't want it any other way.

Finally, he leads you into his room where there's a camera set up on a tripod and pillows and blankets arranged on the floor in front. You give him a surprised look, feeling uneasy for the first time. "Come on, this will be so much fun." He chuckles at you, pushing you roughly towards the center of the room. You're forced to the floor, face down and ass up in the air before you know it. "What the hell is this about, Denki-nii???" You snap at him, trying to get up again but finding your arm twisted behind your back painfully. "That hurts!" "I know you guys were tired of watching my toy with my sister while she's drugged up and asleep!" He chirps out, grinding himself against your backside. "So I thought we'd have a super special stream today!"

"While I'm asleep? I don't - I don't understand," you whisper, sounding far more childish than you intended. You think briefly to the times you woke up and your pussy was soaked, feeling sore and stretched out. You dismissed it as nothing despite the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. Sometimes you thought you remembered a presence hovering over you - but surely it was just a dream - "You really are a naive little bitch," your brother mocks you. "Can't believe you  never realized what your dear older brother was doing to you." He leans in closer to whisper in your ear. "Or maybe you did know and you liked it - " "Please stop," you whimper at him, "I don't want this, please - " You hear the ripping of clothes as your skirt is torn away, revealing a lack of underwear. "My sister doesn't even wear panties? What a little slut. I think you do want this." You feel something hot and hard prodding at your clit, and you let out another whimper as you try to squirm away. But an electric current runs through your body, and your muscles tighten up as you gasp. "Stay still, sis," Denki laughs at you. "You don't want me to keep doing that, do you?" You begin to weep, not understanding what caused your brother to change so much. Why he's being so cruel to you. But you don't have long to wonder before he's pushing inside of you, stretching your muscles out and taking your virginity cruelly. You only cry harder at the pain. "Fuck, my little sister's cunt is so fucking tight. Were you a virgin, sis?" You say nothing, shaking and shivering as his hips snap forward to bury himself entirely into his little sister's tight cunt. "Answer me," he growls, and an electric shock runs through your body. You scream this time, clenching around his cock involuntarily. "Yes! Yes I was!" You manage to choke out through the convulsions, and he stops his quirk.

His hips begin to move, balls smacking against your clit with every thrust. It causes unwanted pleasure to build up in you, muscles of your lower stomach tightening. "Please - Denki-nii, please stop -"

"Fuck," he groans out, "keep calling me that, it turns me on."

Your words fail you, and you keep your mouth shut until another electric current runs through your body. This one is so strong that you can barely breathe through it, the pain extreme. You want to refuse, want to do anything but what he wants, but you also want the pain to stop.

"Denki-nii, Denki-nii!" And still, despite the pain, you feel yourself begin to cum around your brother's cock. "Little slut," he giggles a bit, "cumming around your brother's cock like that. You've wanted your Denki-nii for a while, haven't you?" "Yes!" You scream, feeling a sense of relief as he deactivates his quirk. "Yes I want my Denki-nii's cock!" Tears stream openly from your face as he tangles a hand in your hair, forcing your back to arch and stare into the camera. "My little sis here is squeezing my cock so damned well. Her cunt feels fucking amazing." You let out a choked sob as you cum again, almost painful in its intensity as your cunt pulses around your brother's cock. He finds his own end inside of you, pace stuttering as he fills his baby sister full of hot cum. You can't keep your eyes awake anymore. They flutter closed and stay closed as you finally lose consciousness. "Oops," he chuckles, "I may have been a bit too rough. Ah well, hope you  like the show. Stay tuned while I wait for her to wake up so I can fuck this tight little asshole!"