#some guy in their 30s who comes across as like a bit too serious who lives very close to me is. a bit beyond me.

[haarute]

found out one of the biggest tumblr users from my country who i frequently see on my dash with big insightful posts lives in the same city i do. which if you knew where the fuck i live you'd know that encountering someone from here out in the wild is NUTS

[spectersgirl]

Hiii Harvey Specter x reader and they're in a section relationship because she's Mike's younger sister/best friend??

I’m assuming you meant secret relationship, so that’s what I went with for this!

I've also seen a few people writing for a prompt like this recently so I really hope I'm not stepping on any toes, I tried my best to set myself apart so nothing is too similar <3 also this feels crazy long lol

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Secrets, Secrets.

Harvey Specter x Reader

"Harvey Specter's office," Harvey answered his phone with a suaveness that let you know he recognized the number ringing through to this direct line, as opposed to being connected by Donna's line.

"Wow, so this is what the handsome Harvey Specter sounds like... I wouldn't know since I haven't been able to see him in DAYS." You whined, knowing it wasn't exactly the fault of the man on the other end of the phone, but choosing to complain anyway. Mike and Rachel had been staying with you in your apartment for the last week, something about the water in their building being off, which meant any chance you had of spending nights with Mike's boss was at a zero.

Harvey sighed, hating to hear you upset, and missing you himself. He would've been more than willing to let you stay with him at his place over the last week, however, he knew better than to let you lie to Mike. You were a terrible liar, and the whole thing would blow up in both your faces in about three seconds. You'd only been seeing each other for about 2 months, and up until now it had been pretty easy to hide from Mike. He didn't suspect a thing, so you didn't exactly have to lie.

"I know, pretty girl. I'm sorry. I miss you too. Do you know when their water will be back up and running?"

"I think they said they'll be gone by tomorrow." You paused for a moment, thinking about how, even though you'd be able to be with Harvey again, you'd still be hiding in plain sight from your big brother. "I wish we didn't have to keep this from him..." You said, a bit dejectedly. You and Harvey had both agreed that once things were really serious between you two, you'd tell Mike the truth, but the time felt like it was dragging. The longer you waited, the more torturous it felt not telling him.

Harvey's heart ached, he wanted you happy more than anything else in the world. To hell with your agreement, he was ready to tell Mike, even if it got him punched in the face.

"Let's tell him" Harvey said, shocking you. A big smile crept across your face, you couldn't help the way your heart leaped at the thought of going public with Harvey. You were still nervous about how he'd react, though.

"Okay, deal. Let's tell him in public though. Just in case things get... violent." You suggested. Harvey chuckled at this, knowing you both had the same mental image of Mike's fist in Harvey's face.

"That sounds like a good idea. Meet me in my office at 9am tomorrow, I've got some time between clients and Mike has a meeting out of the office at 10:30."

"9am it is. Alright baby, I'll let you get back to work. I just wanted to call 'cause I missed you. I'll see you tomorrow" You said. You wished you were in his arms now, but happy that come tomorrow you could finally be out in the open.

"I'll see you then gorgeous." Harvey replied, a small smile on his face as he hung up the phone. He was facing the window, and so wrapped up in his conversation that he hadn't noticed Donna walk in and seat herself on his couch.

"Who was that?" She asked excitedly, making Harvey jump about a foot in the air. "That was Y/N, wasn't it?"

"That was none of your business, don't you have work to do or something?"

"I'M RIGHT, IT WAS!" She nearly yelled, now out of her seat and standing in front of Harvey at his desk. He had on his best poker face, trying not to let Donna see any semblance of a reaction. "You're totally dating her. Have you guys told Mike? Can I film it when you do?"

"Can you PLEASE go... answer an email or something? Anything but this." Harvey pleaded, desperate for this conversation to be over. Maybe Donna would get amnesia from the last five minutes and never mention it again. At least, not until after tomorrow. Mike absolutely could not find out about this from anyone other than himself and Y/N or it would be a complete shit-show for everyone.

"Fine, but only because I actually do have a lot to do today. We WILL continue this conversation later. Secrets secrets are no fun, Harvey! Oh, hey Mike! I was just... leaving!" Donna said, smiling at Mike who was standing in the doorway.

He watched her leave over his shoulder before turning back to Harvey.

"What was that about?" He asked, gesturing at Donna. Harvey absentmindedly waved a hand and brushed it off as her being dramatic.

Mike shrugged, seemingly having bought the excuse. Harvey mentally sighed a sigh of relief as he barely listened to the words coming out of the younger man's mouth. Something about the case he was working on, but Harvey couldn't focus. He was actually starting to get nervous about telling him. He knew how much you valued your brother's opinions since he was really your only living family, and he already loved Mike like his own brother. Disappointing him and losing you because of that might just kill Harvey, at least it felt that way to him. Even though you hadn't been together all that long, he knew deep down that you were it for him. He had never felt this way with any girl before, even Scottie couldn't compare to what he felt for you.

Eventually, after giving half-assed answers that Mike was apparently satisfied with, he thanked Harvey for his help and went back to his office, leaving Harvey to himself for the rest of the day until he poked his head in to say goodbye when he left that night.

The time until he finally got to see you the next morning both crawled and flew for Harvey. On one hand, he couldn't wait to hold you again, however he wasn't exactly looking forward to letting Mike in on your secret.

The drive to Mike and Harvey's office felt like it took forever as you practiced what you'd say to your brother over and over in your head. You finally arrived, texting Harvey that you were heading up in the elevator. When you got up, he was waiting for you in the lobby. He smiled politely, acting like merely an acquaintance, not wanting to cause any suspicions. You followed his lead, acting casual as you weaved through the halls behind him.

He took you into his office, sitting you down on the couch. Your hands shook as you smoothed out the sundress you wore. Harvey noticed, because of course he did, and gave you a sad smile.

"It's gonna be okay, honey. No matter what he thinks, or says, I will always be here."

You blinked back a few tears, nodding.

"I'll always be here too, Harvey." You whispered.

He squeezed your shoulder before going to get Mike. You practiced breathing exercises as you waited for them to enter, and when they finally did, your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Mike asked, immediately concerned you'd gotten yourself into some kind of trouble.

"She's fine, we have something to tell you, Mike," Harvey said "Take a seat."

Mike looked between the two of you before sighing.

"Don't tell me, you guys are... together?" He asked, his tone nothing short of uncomfortable. The idea of you and Harvey hooking up made his stomach turn.

"Uh, yeah. We're together." Harvey said, and Mike sat quietly.

You nervously interjected before he had a chance to respond. "We wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure it was something real and... It is. Please don't be mad, Mike. Harvey makes me really happy and I promise we didn't mean for this to happen we just-" Mike held up a hand, cutting you off.

"Y/N, it's fine. I appreciate you telling me, and if you're happy, so am I." He said, a weight falling off your shoulders. "But, if you hurt my little sister, we won't be having this same conversation." He warned Harvey. Harvey grinned and nodded in understanding.

"Thanks, Mike. I'm glad you're being so cool about this." You said, leaning over to hug him. When you finished, Mike stood up to shake Harvey's hand.

"Now, if you guys don't mind, I have work to do so I'll see you guys later. Mike said, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

You stared in silence for a moment, shocked at how well it had gone over. You felt like he was going to come back in screaming, throwing things, something. But he didn't.

Harvey snapped out of his shock before you, sitting down beside you and taking your hands in his.

"Well, now that that's over..." He began, leaning in to kiss you. A shiver went up your spine, you were fuzzy all over with joy. Finally, you could kiss your boyfriend in public, in front of anyone you wanted.

"What do you say we go out for a celebratory dinner and drinks tonight?" Harvey offered.

"I'd love that."

"Hi, can I interject? I was SO right!" Donna said before going back to her desk to celebrate her yet again correct intuition. You and Harvey couldn't help but crack up, leaning into each other as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. Finally, he felt a relief he didn't even know he was craving all this time.

[marvelcriminalhoe]

His Sinful Devotion

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Part 7 (The end)

Series masterlist

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20 - Steve is late 30s early 40s) , Dark, manipulation, dub con, Steve is hardcore manipulative (I’m serious), reader is hardcore innocent (I'm serious), Loss of virginity, talks of past dark acts, sexual acts on someone sleeping, P in V, Unprotected acts, Wrap it before you tap it, 18+ only.

AN: I haven't posted in awhile. Life has been hitting hard over here in the Mav Household. I’m not going to bore you with everything thats happened, just know I appreciate your support and understanding.

Warning: This might be a bit tamer than the other parts, but that's because they’re married and it's time for the fairytale happy ending... duh ;)

AN2: This is the big sha-bang. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. But that doesn’t mean that’s the end of the story with church guy Steve— don’t want to give a lot away— but with the hidden message in the ending I have a few ideas to do some au one shots with this story using this steve and a different reader, if others want that. This story was actually only ever meant to be a one shot but I’m a whore for praise and ended up doing all this for the people. I’m a hero.

Word Count: 1,595

Everything has to be perfect. 

That’s what keeps going through Steve’s head. Everything needing to be perfect. For you. For him. 

The wedding planning didn’t take too horribly long, considering Steve had everything set up the moment he set his sights on you, but he still had to go about it in a way that seemed normal. Which wasn’t too hard to do, considering you looked to him to do everything for you anyway, just like he taught you. 

The time between getting engaged and the actual wedding day was only a month. Actually less than a month. 27 days in fact. But even then, it seemed like eternity to him. He was so close to his forbidden fruit, to stealing you away and living happily ever after with you. It just made the time seem to go by even slower. 

But now, after 27 excruciating days, Steve stares at himself in the mirror, his hair perfectly styled, tux fit to the nines, straightening out his bowtie, and he can’t help but relish in the now. He’s finally getting what he deserves. After years of thinking maybe this wasn’t meant for him, maybe he wouldn't get his story book, white picket fence, ending, he's finally here, it’s finally his turn. 

“You ready pal?” Bucky questions him from across the room, dressed similarly to Steve with the rest of his groomsmen, Sam, Tony, and Bruce.

Steve takes a breath, turns around, and smiles, “Absolutely.” 

His friends, who know how long he has waited, cheer, and Sam speaks up next, “Everything set up with the house?”

“The realtor closed today.” Steve nods, “We’ll be moved in, in New York, the second we get back from our honeymoon.” 

“That’s great man. We’ll be glad to finally have you back home.” Tony walks over and claps him on the shoulder. The rest of the men nod. All the men, outside of Bucky who is still in the beginning stages, has a woman of their own out in New York. All of them having the perfect life they deserve, and all of them happy another one of their friends is on that path as well. 

When the wedding planner comes and knocks on the door, all the waiting comes to a head. 

You're beautiful in your virgin white dress, the lace veil covering your face, as your father walks you down the aisle. Steve is even more sure you’re meant for him. Picture perfect, as if you came down from heaven just for him. The Lord molded you for him. His perfect girl. His entire devotion. 

The moment he lifts the veil and see’s your face, he’s actually certain you did come from heaven. His own personal angel. And he swears to himself then that he wont ever worship anything more than he worships you. Just like he knows you’ll only ever worship him. Just as you've been molded to do. 

The ceremony is traditional, per Steve’s request, but it’s also short and to the point. Steve’s waited long enough. 

It seems like everything after the moment you are pronounced husband and wife is a blur. You don't remember walking back down the aisle, or taking pictures. You don’t remember greeting your guests, or cutting the cake, or the first dance. Honestly you don’t remember much of the reception at all. You don’t even really remember leaving it, the send off, or the drive to the hotel. 

It’s like you don’t come back to your senses until the moment you are standing in front of the hotel suite door. Steve scoops you up in his arms, adamant on carrying you across the threshold. 

The suite is huge. Everything is marble white with gold accents. The walkway to the bedroom is covered in rose petals that lead all the way to the bed, where they make a heart. Champagne and crystal glasses lay on the table across the room, along with chocolate covered fruit. 

Steve gently sets you down in front of the bed, smiling down at you as he cups your cheeks, “My little wife.” He coos, leaning down to kiss your lips. The slow and gentleness only lasts a few seconds before Steve’s inhibitions come forward, the darkness within him that he’s only let slip in small amounts with you, seems to break through the cage completely. He’s been caged too long, held back too much, and the beast inside him finally comes forward. 

It’s as if his entire being engulfs yours, his lips feasting upon yours as his claws tear away at your dress, allowing the tattered white shreds to fall away to the floor. 

Your back hits the bed with more force than you were expecting and the small whimper that leaves you is swallowed by the monster above you. He relishes in the sounds of your trepidation, the wails of your hesitation, your pleads for him to slow, only further his desire. 

Despite your fears, he knows you are feeling the same desire as him, the wet justices coating his fingers tells him as much. His lips descend down your neck to your perked breasts as his fingers open you up for him. It doesn't matter how many times he's fingered you, you’re still so tight, squeezing his fingers with a firm grip. 

Even with the mad man inside him at the forefront, he still wants to be a good husband of you, wants to treat you right, shower you with so much love you don’t ever look for it outside of him. He want’s to give you so much pleasure. 

It’s why he curls his fingers just so, hitting the point that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. It’s why he keeps the pace steady, allowing you to rut against his digits as he praises you over and over, letting you get to your peak. 

“That’s it darling. Come for me. Come for your husband.” 

“Such a good girl for me.” 

“One more, give me one more.” 

He wears you out on his fingers to the point you can’t even see straight, and when you’re chest is heaving, sweat coating your body, mind fuzzy, he stands, towering over you as he discards his own clothes. 

He watches over you as he becomes just as bare as you. Watches the way your chest expands with each breath. The way you are practically glowing with the soft due on your skin. His cock is always hard for you, but right now, looking over you like this, knowing he gets to mark you as his forever, he's throbbing. 

He wastes no time climbing back on top of you, shushing you as your weak please for reprieve reaches his ears, he knows you don’t mean it, not really. The feeling of your slick coating his cock as he slowly drags himself through your lips has him growling, and he’s glad he tired you out enough on his fingers so much because he knows the last of his patience withers away.

Sinking into you is like arriving home. He’s positive he’s never felt such a euphoric rush in his life. And again, he’s glad he’s already made sure you’ve cum more than once before claiming you, because he knows he’s not going to last long.

His thrusts are animalistic, his grip on your hips tight as he makes you meet his each thrust. Skin slapping against skin. Hard, fast, and bruising. 

“My girl.” Steve moans from above you. All you can do is whimper and weakly moan, body too exhausted for anything else. “Only mine.” 

The only thing on Steve’s mind is marking you up. He’s got your entire being as his. Your mind, Your heart, and now, he want’s the one last thing he deserves. 

“Gonna cum inside you, honey.” Steve groans, hips continuing their assault on yours, “Over and over. Gonna fill you up with my seed. Mark your walls. Make you holy and completely mine.” 

The image of you dripping with his cum, the whiteness running down your leg, mixing with the sweat coating your body makes him more feral than before, and it’s enough to have his eyes roll back and his cock twitch inside you. He swears he’s never cum harder in his life. 

It’s exhilarating and blissful. Better than he imagined, and he imagined it a lot these past few months. He’s enamored by you. Completely and holy yours as you are his. His devotion is down right sinful, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

When he finally stops, he keeps himself inside you, knowing it’ll only be a few minutes before he’s ready to go again, and he peppers your face with kisses. Your body is so exhausted you’ve passed out, entirely spent, but that isn’t going to stop him from taking you again, and again, and again. Your his now and he can do as he pleases. 

Not like that’s ever really stopped him before. 

“My perfect little wife,” Steve caresses your cheeks, smiling down as he rubs his nose with yours. You’ve always been beautiful to him, but worn out on his cock, might be his favorite look yet, “We’ll be so happy together, I promise.” He vows, not for the first time today, that you both will have a happy life together. He knows you will. You’re perfect, better than the mistake he had before. You won’t do what she did. And he wont have to get rid of you like he did with her. No, this will be the happy ending he deserves. He knows it will. It has to be.

His devotions may be sinful, but what’s life without a little evil.

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[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Hi, I apologize for the anon, too much going on… Reg the latest Spiegel/girl story, I agree with you on most points. The one I’m debating a bit is that ±18-30 is not the same as 15-47. I’m younger than you and the Ramm boys but I’m past my 40s. 17 years still seems plenty to me in a 42-60 scenario, and we’re talking experienced adults here. I personally cannot imagine a 30+ diff… I didn’t go through a wide age gap experience like you and others, the closer I got to that was when I was 15 and he was 21. The age gap was not that big but the exp level diff was HUGE. I was not in love and he didn’t push into anything but had he or had I been the story would have been diff. The other side of it was when I was with a guy 10 years my junior (32-22). It was a physical thing but when I found out later I was like, that’s pretty effing young! If the girl was 15 and in love then her consent was biased at best. She was led on to something she probably wanted, even if she didn’t know what it was she wanted exactly. But led on she was. My point is, he was 47 and you and I both know he knew better. Would he do the same today? Idk, maybe, maybe not, but it’s irrelevant. And this is also not a moral issue imo. This is about being so sexually driven that a 15 yo in a family/friends vacation retreat is still game. I’m intentionally putting it like this because we also know this was not about romance or idllic love affairs. He should have been the better man. He should have told her to wait. Her age was not ok yet. The setting was not ok. But he didn’t. I’m all for sexual freedom with no moral issues so long it’s between consenting adults. Was it illegal? Not in DE. Is that really the only parameter we should look into? I think not. I also want it to be clear I love our Ramm boys, and I love Till, but that does not make me blind to some very debatable choices he has made/is making. That said, if the woman was hurt by all this and is now coming into that realisation, bringing this up now and the way she did it is very low level. If there were issues to solve she should have taken care of that privately especially as someone who actually has connections to him/them. The timing is too convenient even if the latest months accusations were the trigger. There’s no excuse here either. Considering the whole thing, a private discussion was the only way to go imo. We can only guess at her reasons for going at it the way she did. Another thing, I think it’s wishful thinking that Till would act differently today. If not for anything else, some fear of another shitstorm might do the trick, but something tells me that would be the only reason. I may be wrong ofc, but like I mentioned, he does seem to be very sexually driven, and if his own moral is not at stake then it’s game on. And this is exactly why all the past months shit came to be. He’s very much responsible even if innocent of most of the accusations.

Thank you for your reply 🌺

i agree that especially at teen age, a few years make a big difference

To be clear, it *is* still just a story by Der Spiegel, so we are not certain if and of yes, what, exactly happened.

My personal feeling is that i can't offhand dismiss it as 'cannot have happened.. from friends of Till candidly sharing some snaps or clips of jetsetting across the world, we often see an entourage of 'older' men and 'younger' women (although adults), and that seems pretty normal in that world, so for some reason i see it as a pretty small leap from that to a story like this.

I know Till isn't bothered by the stories and makes jokes about them on stage and that is his choice.

But in private i indeed hope that, especially if a case like this one with the 'best friend' has some core of truth, that a reaching out is happening and the story treated as serious as the woman needs. Even if not all of it is reality, a best friend deserves to be heard.

🌺

[innocent-bysitter]

Life is Overwhelming

it feels like I dont know how to stop complaining. I complain about how much I complain. I annoy myself. But this isn't about that. This is about the things I've been complaining about.

How is it that every single time I start getting over some sort of symptom, another one punches me in the face? Maybe I've had this symptom for a while, or maybe it's new, but somehow it's become the focus for the next couple of days. For example; earlier this month I switched medications for mood stabilization, I started by going off my previous one, which, by the way, was working hella good, the only reason I went off it was to stop gaining weight. So I go off it, slowly. I get down to 1 mg (I was on 3 mg) My shitty Intrusive thoughts about shitty bad things start coming back, and soon enough I'm having a breakdown in the living room with my parents like I'm 17 again. I felt like I had moved past that, like I had matured and gotten better. Hmmm, maybe the meds had been working. So I'm off of them and I have a psychiatrist session that day to get a new medication. Like a fucking loser, I get sidetracked sewing (the one time I've actually had the motivation to do this in months btw) and I miss the appointment, it's a good 4 hours before I realize what I've done, but hey! at least I have a cute shirt now! There goes $100 on the missed appointment fee. Cha-Ching! I managed to reschedule the appointment for 4 days later, not realizing I only gave myself 30 minutes to get home from work. Then, on the day of work, I bike in, not thinking that it takes me 47 minutes to get home from work. oops. So lo and behold it's the end of my shift, I get a calendar notification about my appointment, and I realize I haven't even charged my battery, so not only will I be late for my appointment biking home, but my bike will most definitely die on the way. So I ask my managers, somewhat frantically, and manage to secure someone's office for my 15-minute appointment. I get on the call and tell her the issues I've had while being off the meds, which, by the way, are pretty dire. She nods her head and lets me know "Well if you are struggling with any suicidal ideation you should go ahead and call 988" which generally is good advice, but I was kind of hoping for more sympathy or advice or something. That's psychiatrists for you! We've settled on a medication, she calls it in, and I pick it up the next day.

Next Issue: well, I bike home, and there goes my knee.

Lore-Time: For those who know me, you'll know I've had 3 knee surgeries, the first one in 2016 when I was a wee 13 years old. I tore my ACL slipping on wet tile of all things. The second and third in 2018, supposedly playing soccer but I have a feeling it had torn before that. The second one was to clean up the damage from the first one, and then the third to repair the ACL. Since then I've had major knee pain with exercise, shifts in the weather, bending it wrong, standing too long, ect.

I go to the doctor, the same office I went to when I was 13, a different doctor, I wanted someone who wasn't going to call me "Kiddo". He tells me its the cartilage under my kneecap, and he prescribes physical therapy. As I am a creature of habit, I called my physical therapist from the last time I was in physical therapy and I booked an appointment. At my first appointment, she looked at my knee and told me "Your kneecap is in the wrong place, that's what's causing the pain" Great! please fix it! I now have 7 exercises for home and an appointment with her every week. I get told to lay off the biking for a bit. A couple days pass, and I do my exercises. On top of my knee, I'm still struggling mentally.

Next Issue: There's this guy at work, he is flirty, I'm sorta flirty (I feel like I come across as flirty, but I was literally just trying to be his friend), he is sweet, and asks me to the renfaire. I make it clear that I am in general looking for a serious relationship, I've had too many things (problems) with other types of bonds (I catch feelings). He indicates that he understands and continues flirting. Later he tells me that he isn't looking for anything serious, but he likes me and wants to pursue "other things". Me being an impulsive loser who has no respect for myself, I agree. A couple days later, I was approached by another work friend, asking about my love life, I said yeah you are going to have to be more specific, I'm a player (I'm not). We get to talking and they start telling me all these things about our coworker that are kinda shocking and make him seem super sketchy, now I trust this coworker telling me these things because he looks like Ed Sheeran (He is a redhead). But they tell me these things about him trying to look out for me. And so now I'm attempting to ghost him in a polite way. It's stressing me out every time he texts me.

Next Issue: For most of my teenage years to now I've struggled with severe sleep issues. I take two to four hours to fall asleep every night and at least an hour to wake up and get out of bed every morning. I fall asleep in the car, on the train, at work, sitting on the couch, and pretty much everywhere else. I don't hear alarms almost ever, my parents wake me up every morning, and I usually fall back asleep a couple times before I actually listen to them and get up. Not only is this making me late to morning shifts at work, miss appointments, and miss meals, but it's also causing a huge strain on my relationship with my parents, who never thought they'd have to be waking their 20-year-old up with much resistance every morning.

Lore-Time: My parents are awesome, and I appreciate all of what they do, for me, my family, and themselves. They have been with me through all of my mental and physical health troubles and still managed to have time to work full time, raise my annoying but exceedingly cool brother, drive me everywhere because I do not drive, and have a bit of fun here and there.

So finally, after years of struggling with sleep issues, we decided to go to a sleep doctor. He referred me to do a sleep study and my results are perfectly aligned with Narcolepsy type II. YAY!!! part of me is happy to have an answer, the other part of me dreads the word chronic, or when doctors add more medication to my already large pill sorter. And of course, this is one of those things where the primary treatment is medication. But lately, those symptoms feel worse, and the constant need for sleep adds to my depression, where I used to look forward to work, my body chooses sleep to avoid the commute, and the fear of sleeping in and missing work keeps me up. Because maybe I won't miss it if I don't fall asleep. I guess the one thing I don't mind is that I dream almost instantly after I fall asleep, so when I wake up in the mornings and I like a dream, I can fall back asleep and sometimes that dream will continue. The bad part of that is sometimes my brain will ignore whoever is telling me to get up, by prioritizing going back to the good dream.

Next Issue: Not really an issue per se, but I miss my best friend. She is in grad school to become my therapist and she's never not busy and I miss her so much omg. also, she lives an hour and a half away and has no money for gas because she spends all her money on Taylor Swift stuff. I can't even blame her.

I'm sure I have plenty more issues I could share, but that's all for this time. If you read this all the way through: thanks for reading my complaints!

[menacingpolkamusic]

There are plenty of statistics on cis men speaking over cis women.

There's nothing specifically on trans men vs trans women (and I don't think there's an epidemic of trans men deciding to speak over trans women), but I have come across many personal anecdotes, and I don't think they should be discounted.

From Delusions Of Gender by Cornelia Fine:

People who have transformed their identity in this way –namely, female-to-male transsexuals –report decidedly beneficial consequences in the workplace. Ben Barres is a professor of neurobiology at Stanford University, and a female-to-male transsexual. In an article in Nature he recalls that ‘[s]hortly after I changed sex, a faculty member was heard to say “Ben Barres gave a great seminar today, but then his work is much better than his sister’s.”’(Barres, 2006), p. 134.

Similar stories cropped up in a recent interview study of twenty-nine female-to-male transsexuals. Kirsten Schilt, a Research Fellow at Houston’s Rice University, interviewed the men about their work experiences both before and after their transition from women to men. Her study reveals that many immediately enjoyed greater recognition and respect. Thomas, an attorney, related how a colleague praised the boss for getting rid of Susan, whom he regarded as incompetent. He then added that the ‘new guy’, Thomas, was ‘just delightful’–not realising, of course, that Thomas and Susan were one and the same. Roger, in retail, found that now that he is a man people bypass his female boss and beeline straight to him with their questions. Paul, continuing his work in secondary education, suddenly found himself being continually called upon in meetings to offer his newly valuable opinions. And several blue-collar workers reported that work is a great deal easier since transition. (Schilt, 2006), p. 476.

The papers referenced are unfortunately under paywalls.

https://everydayfeminism.com/2015/05/male-privilege-trans-men/

I’ve always been dry, sarcastic, and satirical with my humor. In Ye Olden Times, I was considered unfunny at best – and a bitch at worst. Now that I’m a short white guy, people automatically peg me for a comedian and laugh at the bulk of my mouth zings. But nothing has changed. I’ve even recycled some of my old material that people didn’t find funny before just to make sure. I’m still amazed at the amount of people that now immediately shut their mouths the second I open mine. Believe me, my ideas haven’t improved at all. I’ve even tried to derail serious conversations with ludicrous stuff just to see what would happen – and I’d still be regarded highly.

https://www.vice.com/en/article/5gkxgq/when-youre-transgender-you-realize-what-gender-privilege-looks-like-205

Even as a lowly young "gay boy," in certain situations people did respect me a bit more than they do now. The first time I noticed it was when I was out with my then boyfriend and we stopped at a pub to ask the barman for directions. The fucker looked my partner in the eye and replied to him instead of me—despite the fact that I, me, myself, had asked the question. He was treating me the same as any other woman—which is to say, shittily. He may have been the first, but he certainly wasn't the last. Another time, I was buying a new phone with my then boyfriend, and the shop assistant just starting babbling on about all these technical details of the phone to my boyfriend, even though the phone was for me and I was paying. Needless to say, I didn't buy a phone in that store. When I was presenting as a man, I hadn't realized how rude, loud, and generally obnoxious men can be ("not all men!" obviously, but still). They talk over women in work meetings, family dinners, and, well, everywhere. If you're one woman among a group of men, good luck with getting your voice heard. I've even seen one man dominate a group of women before, too.

https://www.stlpr.org/government-politics-issues/2015-09-30/what-is-male-privilege-transgender-people-experience-how-men-and-women-are-treated-differently

“If I’m in a circular conversation, heads turn my way to hear my opinion,” Johnson said.

From a trans woman in that same article:

Stephanie James of Maryland Heights lived as a man for more than 50 years, and had a successful career as an account manager. She recalled how one of the bosses began treating her differently right after her transition. “He’s looking around and says, ‘Anybody want some bagels?’ And everybody raises their hands, of course, and he says, ‘Well Stephanie how about you run over to Einstein’s and pick us up some?’” James remembered. “And I said, ‘Sure how many would you like?’ It was like yeah, I see where this is going.”

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2023-12-04/max-simensen-earshot-insights-gained-from-being-trans-man/103164510

It's strange to be in a room where, when I start talking, other people stop. My opinions and ideas have also stopped being so heavily scrutinised or as regularly challenged. Responses to my ideas have changed from a "No, because" or "Have you thought of" to more of a "Yes, and". Formerly my experience was that, at work or just in life, it felt like the burden of proof with anything I said sat with me as a woman. I would have to have a full case mentally prepared for what I was about to say. Now I find I must be extra cautious because people can assume that what I'm saying is correct or factual, rather than just my thoughts.

genuine question. can anyone explain how trans men are privileged above trans women with material examples and without using the blizzard oppression chart or going "it's not bad because you're the one it's happening to"

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Psychosis-Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader: Part 3

A/N: Thank you guys for reading, I really appreciate it and feedback is always welcome. If you’d like to be added to the tag list just let me know. I’m thinking the story will be around 30 parts total. This part does have mentions of sexual content so minors please DNI.

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When you had arrived back at work, it was early enough that the overnight nurses hadn’t been relieved yet. Sleep hadn’t found you easily, you’d spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, kept up by a blend of excitement and insomnia. At some point, you gave up on trying to get rest and had decided to just head back to work. You made your way through dimly lit halls, the sound of florescent bulbs buzzing overhead as you walked up to Dr. Aizawas office, finding him hunched over his desk.

“Good morning! Mind if I come in?” You called out softly so as not to disturb him. He put his pen down, sitting back in his seat and looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

“No, please come in. Have a seat.” He gestures to the chair in front. You sat down, pulling out your reports from the day before and passed them across the table.

Aizawa reached over slowly, grabbing them as a yawn escaped him.

“Have you been here all night?” You asked.

“I have. It’s not uncommon for me.” He confirmed.

“I thought so. I saw the cot over there, so I figured you weren’t a stranger to working late.” You smiled, leaning into your palm that was propped up on his desk.

“No I am not. The patients can’t leave, and the longer I work here, the more I start to think that I can’t either.” He laughed joylessly.

“You’re very dedicated. It’s one of the things I think is the most inspiring about you.” You admitted honestly. He looked up at you, surprise flashing briefly across his tired face.

“Thank you. So, tell me how it went with Dabi.” He said, looking over your notes.

“Pretty well, I think. Mirio and I agreed that I shouldn’t pry too deeply, but he seemed pretty open to talk. Actually, when I went to his room during rounds he had even seemed sort of eager for it.” You explained.

“He most likely has an attachment to you.” Aizawa concluded.

“You are symbolic to him in some way. I think you represent to him a piece of his past. You are one of the last memories of the person he once was. You were right not to pry, we don’t want to push him too quickly, this needs to come from him. With how unwilling he’s been to work with us, I’m sure he has many parts of his mind that he’s repressed. I think it’s best if we allow those memories to come up naturally. I also want you to be cautious going forward, while things seem like they’re going smoothly for now, eventually his subconscious can begin to push back. If he sees you as a link to the past, he may at some point turn on you, wanting to get rid of that.” He explained. You nodded, mulling over his words.

“Yes, I definitely will be careful. Hopefully, it won’t come to that, but if it does I’ll be ready.” You assured him.

“Good. How were the other patients? Anything to note?” He asked.

“Not really. Shigaraki was a bit unnerving.” You commented. Aizawa perked up at the mention of him, leaning forward.

“What did he do?” He asked, tone serious.

“It was mainly just the staring. From the moment I stepped into the room, he was watching me intently. Then he grinned and licked his lips, but other than that he just sat there. It just felt off, I guess.” You said, scratching your head. It sounded silly when you said it out loud, but when it replayed in your mind it felt haunting.

“Understandable. Shigaraki is one of our more dangerous patients. He will probably never return to any semblance of a normal life. Even if he showed visible improvement, he can’t be trusted around others. If you can, avoid him at all costs. Never go near him alone. The only ones who I trust to do so are Bakugou and myself. For some reason, when we enter he tends to shut down mentally.” Aizawa said.

“No complaints here.” You chuckled, letting your eyes fall closed.

“It’s still early. You’ve got a few hours before your day starts. Go ahead and go to the break room on Level Two. In the back there’s a doorway and it has an on-call room with a few beds and showers. Get some rest.” He suggested before turning back to his paperwork.

“Alright, you set up that cot and take a break. You look like you could use some sleep, too.” You smiled, and then made your way out of the door.

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You followed Aizawas advice and headed down to Level Two. A nurse was sat at the desk, she glanced at you briefly before returning to work on the computer.

You saw Hawks emptying the trash at the far corner of the room and made your way over to him.

“Are you up late or early?” You asked with a laugh. He smiled, scratching his head before setting down the bag and turning toward you.

“Probably a bit of both.” He laughed.

“I know the feeling.” You grinned.

“You should get some rest. They have beds set up over there in the break room.” He informed you and you nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what Dr. Aizawa said, too. It’s actually the reason I came down, but I saw you so I figured I’d come say hi.” You winked.

“I’m glad you did. I gotta say, it’s a lot nicer getting greeted by you than Dr. Mic. He’s a great guy, but your voice is much more preferable. You’re a lot easier on the eyes, too.” He gave a cocky grin and you laughed.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How was your first day?” He inquired.

“It was long, but it went alright for the most part. Had a rough start with the intern up there, but I’m hoping we can coexist peacefully today.” You joked.

“Oh, yeah. Bakugou, he’s a character. Sometimes I think that guy is crazier than half the people in here. He’s good to have up there, though. From what I’ve heard, Shigaraki doesn’t like him much, which means he’s sort of like a safety net.” Hawks stated.

“Because he won’t go after him?” You asked.

“Sort of. Basically, Shigaraki is someone who looks for those he can manipulate. He likes easy targets, people who he can brainwash that become loyal to him pretty quickly. If he feels threatened by someone, he usually puts on the menacing act, playing up his crazy. With people like Bakugou, they aren’t easy to manipulate and they don’t really care if he acts crazy. They’re not afraid of him, just annoyed.” Hawks said with a shrug.

“Makes sense. I guess Bakugou wasn’t lying when he said the key was to be mean to him.” You laughed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I wouldn’t go that far. Bakugou provokes him, from what I’ve heard, and that’s not great either. If Shigaraki snaps, he would try and kill him. Bakugou seems pretty active from what I know, so he could maybe hold his own. Not to say that you can’t! I mean you’ve got great legs, I’m sure that you could do some damage.” He sputtered, before rubbing his face with a sigh.

“Sorry.” He mumbled at you between gloved fingers. You leaned against the wall, stifling a laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, I think you’ve got great legs, too.” You teased. He looked down at the loose fitting pants he adorned before chuckling.

“You know, I actually do have great legs under all this fabric.” He grinned.

“Oh, no I believe it. Show them to me sometime.” You whispered, giving his shoulder a nudge with yours.

“You better go get some rest before you get me into trouble.” Hawks laughed, nodding his head toward the nurse who’s eyes were locked onto you.

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to work. Have a coffee with me later in the cafeteria though.” You said, giving him a cheeky grin.

“It’s a date.” He smiled.

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You crawled into the cot, pulling the covers over you to try and relax. You had taken a quick shower and got a pair of scrubs from the machine, hoping it would help you wind down enough to sleep.

Your mind wandered to Hawks, he seemed to have a lot of insight, probably more than he even let on. It was strange, but you figured a janitor had access to the whole building, he’s probably ease dropped more than a few times or seen plenty of things first hand. Since he was often in the background, you assumed it wasn’t too hard for him to slink around. Given that he most likely interacted with both patients and staff, there was probably a fair amount of gossip too. You shrugged off the thought, your mind getting hazy.

Right as you felt yourself begin to drift off, the door slammed open and the silence was ruined with mumbled cursing. You sprang up, only to be hit with a heavy gym bag.

“Oi. Yesterday you take my chair, today you take my cot? What the hell is your problem?” Bakugou asked, his edge lost to how tired he was.

“Go away, you’re so loud.” You groaned, laying back and rolling away from him. You felt the bag being hauled off of your body, and for a second you expected to get some peaceful rest, but then the covers were tugged and as you felt the cot dip behind you, you knew you were out of luck.

“Move over.” Bakugou demanded, shoving against your back.

“Go lay in the other bed!” You hissed.

“No, I already told you, this ones mine. Move!” He growled, shoving you to the far side of the bed, tucking himself in behind you.

“If someone walks in, they’re going to start a rumor.” You sighed.

“Like I fucking care. Be quiet. I’m tired.” He mumbled. You sighed, readjusting beside him, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. As you shifted, his body moved closer.

Your back was pressing firmly against his chest, and his legs slid up behind yours, spooning you.

“Bakugou?” You asked quietly, getting no answer. You looked behind you to see the calm expression on his face, along with feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. You settled back down, hoping you’d fall asleep quickly, too tired to fight him or move to the other bed.

His arm wrapped around your midsection, pulling you tighter against him. He hummed in his sleep. You tried to pry his arm off with little to no effect, only able to get it to shift slightly lower. You wanted to scream, but took a deep breath to relax and closed your eyes.

When you opened them next, the sun greeted you, bathing everything in bright orange-gold hues. Your sight was blurry as you stared ahead, and eyes widened as you realized you were nose to nose with Bakugou. You tried to shift backwards, but were pressed against the wall. His arm was still draped around your torso and his leg was threaded between yours.

You gave his shoulder a shove, telling him to wake up. His eye cracked open to see the glare prominent on your face and he laughed.

“This all it takes to piss you off?” He asked, voice deep and groggy.

“Coming from you! You’re a lot more hot-headed than I am.”

His eyes fully opened and he pressed his forehead against yours, lips faintly brushing against your skin as he spoke.

“Shut up so I can sleep.”

You felt the rage simmering in you. You told him to move so you could get up but he scoffed at you, remaining where he was.

You struggled against his hold, finally getting his grip loose enough to sneak out. As you climbed over him, Shouto walked inside eating a banana, causing you to freeze in place. He paused for a minute before walking over to the other cot and sitting down.

“I heard you two worked together for the first time yesterday. Seems like that went well.” He commented dryly.

“Ugh, I knew this was going to happen. No, we’re not-“

“Mind your own business, half n half.”

Bakugou grunted, interrupting you and now wide awake. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you down on top of him as he grinned at Shouto.

“Can’t you give us a minute? We had a long night.” He cackled. Shouto blinked at him before glancing at you.

“I was apparently in “his bed” and so he forced himself into it with me.” You explained. Shouto nodded, taking another bite of his banana.

“That is his bed.” Shouto nodded, agreeing with the sentiment. You stared blankly at him.

“Told ya.” Bakugou said with a cocky smirk.

“Don’t encourage him.” You groaned to Shouto.

“Would you rather be in this cot?” Shouto asked you, patting the one he was sat on.

“More than anything.” You sighed, struggling against Bakugou’s tight hold.

“That’s too bad.” Shouto said, laying down on the bed abruptly, throwing his banana peel on the table to his side. You flopped down against Bakugou defeated, feeling the rumble in his chest as he laughed. He shifted, pushing you back into bed as he stood up.

“Here. Sleep a little more, I need to grab a shower.” He said, walking off towards the bathroom. Once the water started, Shouto looked over at you.

“He’s unusually pleasant this morning.” He commented.

“Then id hate to see him on a bad day.” You croaked, pulling the covers around you.

“I think he’s fond of you.” He said.

“What makes you say that?” You sighed, rolling your eyes in disbelief.

“Well he hates me. If I were in the bed, he’d most likely have tossed me onto the floor or started a fight. He’s a brute.” He added.

“He’s definitely something.” You replied.

You both laid there in silence as you tried to fall back asleep. When the water shut off, Bakugou entered the room in his black scrub bottoms and a towel around his neck.

You opened your eyes and saw the deep scars lining his back. Gashes or claw marks, you weren’t sure, but they looked painful. When he shifted, you saw the scar of teeth marks at his collar bone. He glanced at you and noticed your staring.

“You looking at the scars?” He guessed, and you nodded.

“I like it rough.” He smirked, lifting his brow.

“I should go.” Shouto said, sitting up and quickly heading for the door.

“Me too.” You groaned, wanting to follow him out but too drained to lift yourself off of the bed. The door closed softly behind him.

“You do, huh?” Bakugou asked, a mischievous look in his eye.

“What? Oh, no, I meant I should leave. Not your thing.” You waved him off with a scowl. He tsked, pulling his top on and rubbing the towel over his still dripping locks.

“You’ve got a half hour before we have to head upstairs. Go back to bed.” He said before exiting the room. Thankfully this time, you had no trouble drifting off.

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“Get up. You’re gonna make us late.” Bakugou’s gruff voice stirred you from your slumber.

You slowly pushed yourself up to sit, stretching as you yawned. When you fully opened your eyes, Bakugou shoved a cup of coffee into your hand and hauled you to your feet.

“Hurry up.” He chided, walking towards the door. You quickly threw on your black sweater and name tag, grabbing your things and running after him. When you got to the front desk on the third floor, you put on your pager and tucked away your key and badge.

“You look like shit.” Bakugou said, staring at you.

“Probably because I couldn’t get any sleep, thanks to someone.” You growled.

“Next time, don’t lay in my bed.” He rolled his eyes. You brushed through your hair with your fingers, before throwing it up into a messy bun to get it out of the way.

“Good morning! Hey, looks like you guys are matching today!” Mirio laughed, his aura radiant. The two of you mumbled incoherent responses while he just beamed.

“Alright, well I’m going to be heading out shortly. I’ll be visiting some recently released patients today for a check-in, but I’ll have my phone if you need anything. Dr. Aizawa went home for the day so all of his sessions were pushed. Dr. Gum will be on call if you need anything. Amajiki is here somewhere too, though he’ll probably be helping to cover Level One. I think it might just be you guys today, good luck!” He smiled, parting with a wave.

Once he had left, you and Bakugou took a deep breath.

“He so nice, but-“

“Its way too fucking early for all his yapping.” Bakugou finished your thought, and you guiltily agreed with a nod.

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You and Bakugou both found yourselves working quietly and at a snails pace, neither able to muster up enough energy to get moving.

You worked through your daily tasks together, restocking, making sure the trays of food were brought up from the cafeteria, and getting the bathrooms ready for their showers.

You didn’t mind helping Bakugou, when you had started you thought you’d be thrown into therapy right away, but a slow pace was actually nice. You were glad you got to see everything function fully before taking on the patients. You were confident in your abilities, but the asylum was definitely more of a task than the behavior unit or what school had prepared you for. Even in your internships, things weren’t as intense as they were here.

“Alright. Let’s start rotations. Be warned, on bath day everyone is an asshole. We’re going to start with the worst one and work our way down, get the little psycho out of the way first.” He explained, voice leaving no room for argument as he started walking toward Toga’s room with the rolling cart of bath supplies.

As Bakugou pushed the door open, you found her naked and frolicking in the middle of her room. She was dancing erratically, singing quietly to herself.

“Ugh, not this shit again.” Bakugou growled, marching into the room. He grabbed her arms and tugged them behind her back forcefully, cuffing them and began dragging her towards the door.

“Shouldn’t we give her something to cover up with?” You asked concern lacing your voice.

“What for? Not like anyone is going to see her. Plus, she doesn’t care.” He shrugged.

“That doesn’t matter, we’re here to take care of patients. We should give her modesty at the very least, especially if she can’t make informed choices.” You reasoned, and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Okay, you get her dressed then. Have fun with that.” He sneered.

You looked back at Toga who was trying to walk toward the door, and you slowly approached.

“I know you’re excited, but do you think you’d want to throw on a robe for the walk?” You asked, extending one out to her that you had grabbed from the cart.

“Awe, no don’t make me! Going like this makes me feel like I’m free, even if it’s just for a moment.” She pouted.

“How about you wear it this time, and then maybe next time we can go without?” You offered. She blinked at you, the warmth fleeting from her eyes before she sighed, nodding in defeat.

Bakugou gawked at you as he uncuffed her, allowing her arms to slip through the thin layer of cotton. He almost wondered if your approach WAS better, seeing how that was now two patients that complied with very little effort.

As you pulled her robe closed in the front, her small hands grabbed your arm, thumb gently sliding across your watch.

“Oh, it’s a very pretty color.” She hummed. You allowed her to inspect it, only seeing the crazed look distort her features a second before her teeth were buried in the flesh of your arm.

“Crazy bitch!” Bakugou yelled, pulling out a syringe and sedating her. When she had calmed enough to be removed, you hissed as you looked down at your arm, the blood dripping down onto the tile below. Not a second later, Dr. Gum burst through the door, responding to the panic alarm Bakugou must have set off, and quickly analyzed the situation.

“Bakugou, take the patient and get her washed up while she’s down. We have to go to the infirmary.” He stated, placing his hand on your back and handing you a clean rag to press against the wound to stop the bleeding. Bakugou nodded silently as you were lead out and down to Level One.

As you entered the infirmary, you saw a petite old woman talking to a man you didn’t recognize. When they saw your condition, the man walked back over to a cot and pulled the curtain shut around it.

“Oh my! What’s happened now?” She asked, quickly coming over to gently inspect your arm.

“Another victim of Himiko Toga on Level Three.” Dr. Gum said.

“Oh, that girl is so much trouble. Come here sweetie, let’s get this taken care of.” She ushered you to follow to the closest bed. You sat down, holding your arm out for her to clean.

She disinfected it throughly and you struggled not to hiss as she dabbed at your arm, before wrapping it securely.

“I’m going to prescribe an antibiotic. Being bit can lead to a nasty infection. Monitor it closely and pop in here for the next few days so we can clean it up and make sure it heals properly. If you have any issues after hours, please go to the Wound Clinic in the hospital. I’ll call them here shortly to brief them, just in case.” She said.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” You said with a smile.

“Thank you, Recovery Girl.” Dr. Gum nodded, escorting you back upstairs.

“I think you’ll be okay. She’s been working here longer than anyone else, and she’s a great nurse. She’s also had to deal with a good amount of incidents from Toga.” He explained, and you nodded, glad you at least weren’t the only one.

Dr. Gum dropped you off upstairs and you found Bakugou pushing a limp Toga in a wheelchair back to her room.

“You gonna be okay?” Dr. Gum asked, to which you nodded in reply. He told you to feel better before heading back downstairs.

“Do you need any help with-“

“No. Just stay there.” Bakugou glared, aggressively pushing Toga as he stomped forward.

You did as you were told, guilt welling inside of you. You’d caused him trouble, and it was because you were too naive. Too soft. You hated to admit it, because of how gravely you disliked it, but his methods did have some decent effect. Maybe these were truly not people who could be reached, their humanity lost. You didn’t want to be unkind to them, but you didn’t want them to take advantage of you either.

As Bakugou locked up the room, he marched back to you, grasping your arm with a surprisingly careful touch.

“How is it?” He asked.

“It’ll be okay, I think. They said to just watch for infection.” You replied solemnly.

“What are you all sad for?” He sneered.

“I’m sorry, I should have listened to you. I created a mess that could have easily been avoided.” You apologized. Calloused fingers patted your head, much like one would do to a dog.

“Don’t worry about it. Happens to all of us.” He said, looking away. His hand gripped the collar of his scrubs, pulling it down to show you the scar you had spotted earlier that morning.

“Fucking Vampire got me, too.” He shrugged, releasing his collar and pulling his sweater tighter around him.

“Guess we really are matching today then, huh?” You grinned. He rolled his eyes before loading the cart back up and heading towards Shigaraki’s room.

“You sure you want to do this? You can take a break and I’ll grab you before we get to Lover Boy’s room.” Bakugou offered with a cackle.

“No, I think I’ll be okay.” You rolled your eyes, giving a small grin.

As you entered the room, you found Shigaraki in the same spot as yesterday, eyes immediately moving to you.

“Alright, get up, it’s bath time.” Bakugou spat, restraining Shigaraki and cuffing his arms behind his back.

“Get off of me you insolent boy!” Shigaraki’s shrill voice rang out like nails on a chalkboard.

“You have to bathe. You stink.” Bakugou stated before shoving him toward the door, telling you to grab the cart and lock up. You did as you were told and followed the men into the bathroom. There was a small tub off to the corner, but the majority of the room was an open shower. No rods or curtains, just adjustable hoses secured to the wall, the bulk of their length being retractable. Bakugou took out a tool and began to cut off Shigaraki’s clothing.

“We can’t take off the restraints. He’s dangerous enough with them on, so we remove the garments, and redress him from the waist down. The shirt we just leave on the bed in his room for him to figure out.” Bakugou explained, noticing your stare.

When Shigaraki was fully nude, he shoved himself away from Bakugou in an attempt to walk to you.

“Wrong way, fuck hands.” Bakugou spat, redirecting Shigaraki to stand over the drains.

“No, let her do it!” He demanded, eyes dark with rage.

“I’ll be good, promise.” Shigaraki added, eyes drifting to you as he grinned. Bakugou deadpanned at you as you took a step forward.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” He groaned.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You sighed, deciding to try and act as indifferent as possible. You knew you could opt out, but you were new. If Shigaraki thought you were afraid, he’d be worse later. You needed to be able to hold your own, even though you’d much rather sit this one out.

You rinsed Shigaraki with warm water, before grabbing soap and a rag from the cart. You lathered it, starting with his face. You apologized quietly as he hissed, the soap no doubt stinging the breaks of his dry skin.

You moved down, washing his neck and torso, followed by his limbs. As you wrapped the rag around his phallus, you felt him become erect in your hand. You tried to hurry and move on, but it was difficult as he sharply thrust his hips toward you, his head lolling back as he moaned.

You tried to ignore it, moving on to his testicles when he suddenly released, his semen shooting onto the floor beside you.

“Move. I can’t watch this shit.” Bakugou said, reacting quickly and pulling you to your feet and out of the way.

“You’re fucking disgusting. Scum.” Bakugou spat, pushing the back of Shigaraki’s neck until his face laid on the floor in the puddle he created. Bakugou roughly washed his behind, and Shigaraki yelled out in discomfort, his scream deafening.

“Bakugou stop, you’re hurting him!” You called, stepping forward to grab his arm and try to pull him off of the patient.

Bakugou yanked his arm away, standing abruptly and throwing the rag down onto Shigaraki’s head.

“Fine. You wash his hair then. Or just pour the soap on the floor and let him roll around in it like the vermin he is.” Bakugou stormed out of the bathroom. For a moment, you worried at being left alone with Shigaraki, but you took a deep breath and steadied yourself.

You glanced down at Shigaraki’s crumpled form laying motionless on the ground. You wondered if he was even aware of what had happened. What he did was really not that uncommon, you had dealt with similar instances many times in the past. They’re out of it, medicated, sick, and lonely. Unaware of their actions, they just respond to stimulation.

You kneeled down, gently lifting him and bracing him against your side. His body was limp, dead weight, reclining against you. You picked up the rag, cleaning off his soiled face while his eyes stared vacantly across the room.

Next, you quickly washed and rinsed his hair, worrying at his still unresponsive behavior. You supposed that’s what you had been warned of, him “shutting down”.

When you finished, you toweled him off and hauled his body upright, yelling for Bakugou to come help. When he didn’t respond, you cursed under your breath and began dragging Shigaraki over towards the door.

Right as you were about to stop for a break, Bakugou came back in with the wheelchair, most likely the one he had used on Toga just beforehand.

“Here. Throw him on and I’ll go get him dressed. You can go ahead and grab your boyfriend. I’m sure he won’t give you any issues. He gets a sponge bath though, so have fun with that.” Bakugou scoffed, beginning to push Shigaraki back to his room.

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You walked down the hall until you reached Dabi’s cell, unlocking the door stepping inside quickly.

“Where’s the brat?” He called out from behind.

“Bakugou? He’s getting Shigaraki dressed right now. Are you ready to go take your bath?” You asked as you turned to face him.

“Are you giving it to me?” He shot back quickly with his brows raised. You nodded, giving him a soft smile, unsure if that was the answer he wanted or not, but hoping to soothe him nonetheless.

“Alright, good. Let’s go then.” He stood, placing his arms behind his back and waiting for you to restrain him. You did so quickly, your hand casually holding his arm as you left the room and headed toward the bathroom.

Once inside, you locked the door and walked back to Dabi who was patiently waiting to be released. You took off the cuffs, and he rubbed his wrists before beginning to pull off his shirt.

You moved around him, placing your hand on the small of his back as you passed so as not to alert him. You sat beside the tub, giving it a rinse and adjusting the water, testing it on your hand.

“Here, see if this is good.” You called to him, and he stepped up behind you, reaching around to dip his fingers into the stream. His other hand braced the wall to your side for support, his chest caging you in from behind. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and found it somewhat pleasant.

“It’s good. I already know this is going to be a hell of a lot nicer than when the little punk does it. Usually have to get a few of my staples replaced afterwards.” His laugh was bitter as he stood back up. You turned to him, only now realizing his state of complete undress. He was directly behind you, and at your kneeled height, his hips were eye level.

Your eyes locked onto his body, trailing upward. All of the patches of burnt skin that decorated his body filled you with a sense of sadness.

“I can do them from now on. He shouldn’t hurt you, he needs to be more careful.” You sighed, facing forward, stopping the water when the tub was full.

Dabi climbed in carefully, sliding down to sit. His eyes fell shut as he reclined in the large tub, seeming to relax instantly. You pulled off your sweater, tying it around your waist as you began to lather up the rag.

He reached out, grabbing your hand and inspecting the bandages wrapped around your forearm. His eyes shot up to meet yours, a silent question hanging in the air.

“It’s okay. Just had a little incident earlier.” You hummed, pulling your hand from him and wiping his face with the rag, skillful fingers avoiding his staples.

“That from a patient?” He guessed. You sighed, nodding.

“What’s all of that?” He asked, nodding toward the abandoned supply cart and rag on the ground.

“That was an unrelated incident.” You smiled, trying your best to avoid the topic and continuing to wash him.

“That one was the crusty fucker blowing his load at her while she cleaned him up.” Bakugou’s rough voice sounded from behind as he walked into the room, heading over to the cart.

“You’re not supposed to talk about patients openly.” You scolded, shooting him a glare.

“Little late for that now.” He shrugged, unbothered. He collected the cart and rag, sprinkling down some comet on the tile before heading back to the door.

“I’ll be in the supply room when you finish.” He informed you just before disappearing from sight.

“You giving happy endings out for bath time?” Dabi asked once the door was fully shut and locked, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.

“Wasn’t the plan, but it seems like that’s how the day is going.” You chuckled, trying to make light of a somewhat awkward situation.

“Go ahead and put me down for one, then.” He said leaning forward so that his warm breath dusted over your face. His lopsided smile looked almost cute for a moment, but it was the look in his eyes that gave you pause. They were darkened by something raw. Unspoken. You could see the need pooling within bright cyan, and your stomach twisted at the sight.

You felt arousal wash over you, followed by a heavy wave of guilt. You were not blind to your attraction to him, you even remember finding him pretty easy on the eyes years ago when you had treated him in the behavioral unit. However, you knew there were lines that could never be crossed.

You didn’t mind playful banter, or even being somewhat affectionate with patients, but you knew you’d need to always tread carefully. If it ever went even slightly too far, Dabi could form an unhealthy attachment and become obsessive. Not only that, but the more you open up and invest into someone, the more risks you have of developing feelings yourself.

You tried to shake those thoughts from your mind, not wanting to go anywhere near that topic. For now, you were trying to make him comfortable and help him in whatever way he needed.

You didn’t respond to him more than a chuckle and shake of your head, rubbing small and careful circles first across his back, arms, and then chest. He let you adjust him as needed, humming at your touch. You grabbed a small cup, scooping water and pouring it over him to rinse off the suds.

You slipped your hand under his ankle next, lifting his leg and continuing on with the same process. Once both were clean, he dipped them back under the water before shifting, pushing himself up onto his knees to face you. Unlike Shigaraki, he was already fully erect.

“Alright, doll face. I’m ready for my turn.” He said, voice rough as he spoke. You made the mistake of glancing back into his captivating eyes, feeling heat pull to your face. You tried to ignore your mind as you placed the rag around him, but he was quick to grab the cloth and pull it from your grasp.

“How about I save you the trouble of getting the back, you just keep going like you were.” He said, that same grin from earlier present once more.

You blinked rapidly as your mind was doing its best to keep up. You looked away from his face just in time to see his cock twitch. You pulled your hand back, bracing yourself on the tub preparing to stand when he reached out and gently grabbed your uninjured wrist.

“Hey, calm down babydoll. I’m just fucking with you.” He laughed softly, draping the rag over himself and beginning to wash. You looked back up to his face, his eyes still flashing with that heated gaze as he locked eyes with you and grinned. He finished quickly and slid himself back down into the water to rinse, while your heart hammered nervously in your chest.

He handed you the bottle of shampoo and you washed his hair. You were thankful for the silence, worried your voice would betray you, but as the minutes ticked by you felt the tension lift. His head was lolled forward, eyes shut as he hummed.

He let out some of the water from the tub when you finished, running the tap to rinse the rag and clean off any remaining soap residue.

When he was done, he climbed out and you toweled him off, being mindful of the material and gently patting along his staples. You then handed him his clean clothes, and he put them on with no issue. You grabbed the cuffs, ready to restrain him and lead him back to his room, but stopped as he walked up and stood chest to chest with you.

He placed a still slightly damp hand on your shoulder as he sighed.

“I’m sorry about before, I took it too far.” He said. You shook your head.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize.”

“No, really. It was stupid. I just haven’t had any sense of normalcy since coming here. No one to talk to or joke around with. Your the first person in a while that ive even felt remotely comfortable around. Doesn’t help that you’re pretty, I just got carried away.” He shrugged, his hand rubbing the back of his neck while he glanced off to stare at the wall.

Your hand reached out to gently touch his arm, hoping to reassure him. He hadn’t offended you, just as with Shigaraki, you knew this wasn’t uncommon. You understood. If anything, you were more shaken by your own response to him. You knew it was hard to be locked away from everything, how lonely it must be. Especially for him, who shut down pretty much all communication with everyone here. His main contact was with Bakugou and you could imagine how harsh he probably was.

You were glad he felt comfortable with you, and there was a part of you that felt pride at his words, but it was a double edged sword. It bothered you that you liked it, but you figured if you just let it go it would disappear on its own. A fleeting attraction wasn’t unheard of. You were human too, as long as boundaries were in place it would work out.

“Really, it’s okay. I promise. Now let’s get you back to your room so you can relax.” You smiled.

Once he was secured, you walked with him back to his room, making sure he didn’t need anything else, before locking the door and making your way back to the supply room.

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In all of the craziness from the day, you had forgotten about lunch. As you glanced at the clock and realized it was already so late, you figured it was time to go hunt down Hawks and see if he was still up for that coffee.

As you entered Level Two, he wasn’t hard to find. He had supplies lined up around the windows and was wiping them with care. You walked up and propped yourself on the wall beside him.

“Hey, you still want to grab that coffee?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” He grinned, putting his things back into his basket and setting it off to the side.

“Do you want one from the cafeteria or would you rather run out to the cafe?” You asked as you walked toward the elevator.

“Just from the cafeteria is fine. I’ve got a lot of stuff to work on today, so I probably shouldn’t be gone for too long.” He said with a laugh, scratching his head.

“That’s fine, I know the feeling.” You smiled, pulling out your badge and scanning it to call the elevator.

You stepped out on Level One and made your way to the fairly empty cafeteria.

“Go ahead and pick a table and I’ll go grab our drinks.” You said with a smile, heading off to the coffee pots. You returned quickly and found him at a table next to the window that looked out into the courtyard.

“Thanks.” He said, accepting the cup. You slid down into the seat across from him.

“You’re going to lunch pretty late. Busy day?” He asked, taking a sip.

“Something like that. I just got done with bath time on Level Three and it has been quite an experience.” You sighed, mixing creamer into your cup and giving it a stir.

“Oh, I’ll bet. You have issues with any of them?” Hawks asked, attention focused on you.

“Not a ton. Worst was the first one we did, got a nasty bite.” You said with a tired smile.

“Oh. Yeah, if it was from Toga, she’s got a bad habit of doing that. I’ve had to help clean up a handful of times.” He said, giving a nod.

“So I’ve been told.” You hummed, taking a large swig of your coffee.

“If it makes you feel any better, you look a lot better at the end of a bad day than I do.” He said.

“I highly doubt that.” You shook you head with a laugh. Your top was soaked, hair was a mess and your arm was wrapped in gauze. You were definitely not at your peak.

“I mean it.” He was so sincere it caught you off guard. You looked up at him and his golden eyes were so full of warmth it made your heart race.

You smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

[twinkleimagines]

* your secret’s safe with me*

You’re a pogue with a secret relationship with a Kook. Not just any kook either, the Kook KING. When people start to notice and the truth comes out Rafe tries to deny it since he’s the one who really keeps the Pogue vs. Kook war going . Do you go along or do you decide you’re worth more than secrets ?

“ fuck!” You moaned out loudly as you thrust your hips one more time, riding your climax out over Rafes huge cock. You felt him buck his hips up while squeezing your bottom while groaning, finishing out his own orgasm.

“ that was amazing” you breathed out as you rolled over , flopping yourself back down next to Rafe.

“ fuck yeah it was” he said catching his breath before sitting up, pulling something out of his top drawer on his night stand. You rolled your eyes as you heard him sniff something up his nose .

“ you ever gonna leave that shit alone?” You replied with aggravation, rolling over to face his toned back. He stayed quiet as he continued wiping his nose to catch anything that may have fallen out.

“ I just hate seeing how it’s changing you” you said with a softer tone, placing your head on your hand that was propped up on his pillow.

“ yeah well I’m handling my own shit okay” he said glancing over at you from his shoulder before looking back down and the substance in his hand.

“ heard that before “ you mumbled before sitting up, searching the floor for your clothes that Rafe practically ripped off of you an hour ago.

“ where ya goin?” He spoke as he watched you get dressed.

“ it’s 6 in the morning , don’t you have that thing at the country club with topper and Kelce?” You replied as you pulled your t-shirt over your head, pulling your tangled hair back out of it. Rafe shrugged not getting the memo.

“ soooo if we’re going to keep this a secret-“ you relied, pointing your finger back and forth between the space between the two of you , “ - then they can’t see me leaving and they’re going to be here soon”. Rafe nodded his head before standing up, his sweaty body shimmering with the morning sunlight.

“ yeah true” he stated walking towards you holding your sandals. “ you’re still coming to the party tonight at the bone yard though right ?” He replied standing very close to you.

“ duh” you replied pecking a kiss on his lips. “ wouldn’t miss it “ . Rafe stood for a second as he watched you bend over in front of him, placing your sandals on your feet.

“ just meet me at the spot” he replied before placing a quick smack across your left cheek. You jumped up before scolding him. ‘ the spot’ was the place you both hid secretly for quickies. It was the only spot you could be together at the bone yard that the pogues and kooks wouldn’t see.

“ okay I’ll text you” you replied before kissing his lips again.

“ ok I’m getting a shower “ he replied while running his hands through his hair . “ I smell like good pussy” he laughed out while running his finger tips up your crotch outside of your shorts.

“ you’re fucking nasty “ you laughed pushing at his chest .

****

[text message]

Rafe- you here?

Y/n- yuhh wya?

Rafe- topper wbu?

Y/n- bonfire

Rafe looked up from his phone to see you already looking in his direction smirking. Rafe grinned before looking back down at his phone.

[text message ]

Rafe- you look hot af

You grinned as you looked down at your outfit. You had short blue Jean shorts and a blue bathing suit top on, your hair flowing over your shoulders. You knew you looked hot But it was solely for Rafe.

Y/n - you too ;) I really like your hair pulled down the front like that

Rafe- quicky?

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same tingling feeling at the pit of your stomach as you looked over at a couple of your friends letting them know you’d be right back .

You quickly made your way over to the spot , Rafe following with his red cup of alcohol right behind you.

“ hey princess” Rafe said from behind you. You turned around, lips immediately landing on yours . You giggled into the kiss, the excitement of being in a public area fucking and getting caught ran through you.

“ you can’t go 30 minutes of seeing me without wanting to fuck me huh?” You said , grabbing ahold of his rock hard boner beneath his shorts. Rafe threw his head back in pleasure as you got down on your knees , placing him in your mouth.

“ fuck” he groaned out while placing his hand through your hair, applying pressure against the back of your head. You could feel yourself gagging slightly as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat , moving at a fast pace .

A couple more minutes went by before Rafe pulled himself away from your face. “ turn around” he replied as he pulled you up by your arm, only to turn you around shortly after . You quickly pulled your bottoms down, showing your bare ass before leaning down, placing your hands against a large fallen tree.

Your mouth flew open as you felt Rafe insert himself into you at a fast pace, his hips immediately moving back out only to slam himself back in . You arched your back, your hair draped to one side over your shoulder, swinging back and forth at the motion Rafe had you moving in. You couldn’t hold the moans in as Rafe continued to hit your g-spot over and over as he usually did.

“ hush baby don’t wanna get caught do you?” He replied as he continued to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips surely to leave bruises . You bit tightly onto your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans from all the pleasure you were receiving.

Rafe groaned loudly as he watched you place one of your hands on your clot, rubbing circles , bringing yourself to your climax . Rafe felt your legs begin to shake, causing him to hold you hip against him.

“ you cumming baby?” He breathed out as he watched your body start to tremble in front of him.

“ yes Rafe” you moaned out loudly, causing him to reach his climax as well. Rafe quickly pulled out, pumping himself a few times as his load shot out . You giggled as you watched him finish himself off before tucking himself back in his shorts, you following shortly after to pull your bottoms back up.

“ let me know when you go to leave I’ll take you home okay ?” He replied kissing the top of your forehead. You sighed heavily, sadness filling you. You absolutely adored Rafe. And having to keep him a secret from your friends and family honestly sucked so much. You wished you could be open about your relationship together but with you being a pogue from the poor side and him being a rich kook, it just wasn’t the right time to come out yet.

“ of course , wanna stay the night? My mom won’t be home this weekend “ you asked. He nodded placing his large hands on your cheeks .

“ what we doin? Movie night?” He asked, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb.

“ and other things” you teased with a big flirtatious grin.

“ you’re so cute” he laughed out before giving you a quick peck on your nose , before turning away - making his way back to his friends.

You made sure to wait a few seconds before following behind so no one would notice .

You walked over to one of the kegs, getting you a cup of whatever alcohol beverage they had mixed in it when you heard toppers loud drunken voice from behind.

“ where’d ya go buddy?” Topper said patting Rafe on the back. You didn’t hear Rafe respond but topper didn’t hesitate to run his mouth again.

“ you were fuckin someone weren’t you?” He joked, causing the group of people he was with to start laughing and cheering Rafe on. You began to smirk until you heard the words Kelce spoke.

“ I bet it was that pogue Y/n” he said. You froze for a second , the keg you were at was kind of hidden behind a tree so you backed yourself further behind, looking over towards rafes group , ease dropping in.

“ the fuck? No” Rafe replied almost to quick . You frowned slightly, wishing he would’ve had some other type of response other than the one he just gave them.

“ I call bull man “ Kelce replied . “ topper bro I saw her car parked in his driveway like 3 different times “ they all laughed at kelces words , while Rafe shook his head in denial.

“ who wants to fuck a dirty pogue “ he replied. It felt like a blade shot through your heart at his words. Is that really how Rafe felt about you? Was he really that ashamed of a ‘ dirty pogue’ like you?

“ hey man she’s pretty hot for a pogue” topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder . You couldn’t handle listening to anymore once anger started to rise in you .

“ dirty pogue? I’ll show you a dirty pogue” you mumbled to yourself as you chugged down two full cups of the alcohol, pouring you a third before making your way to a group of tourons.

***

You had been standing there for a good 20 minutes, flirting away with a. Group of guys that were out of town , all young horny college boys looking for some fun one night stands.

You usually weren’t like this but your only intentions right now were to hurt the boy who unknowingly hurt you.

[ text message]

Rafe- tf you doin with them boys?

Rafe- hello?

Rafe- I’m ready to go c’mon

Rafe- are you ignoring me..?

You looked down at your phone after the 5th ding, only to leave him on read purposely.

“ hey I’m gonna grab another drink” you said running your hand down the side of his biceps, solely because you just knew Rafe was watching you from a distance based off of his messages.

You finished off the cup you had as you walked over towards the keg, almost tripping over yourself .

“ yo” you heard behind you as you struggled to fill your cup up. You sat up taking another sip of your drink to see Rafe towering over you, his eyes squinted at you with anger .

“ what” you spat out.

“ why are you ignoring me “ he asked , this time his voice a bit softer as if his feelings were hurt . You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, not feeling sympathetic to him . “ I think you’ve had enough of this “ he said attempting to take the drink away from your hand but you quickly pulled away from him. “ y/n I’m serious those boys your with could try something with-“

“ what? Try to fuck me ?” You responded with a smirk. Before Rafe could even respond you turned your back to him, filling back up the bit of alcohol you just drank. “ hey at least they would WANT to fuck a dirty pogue like me “ you responded before walking off, chugging your now 5th drink once again.

Rafe wanted to chase after you to apologize , but he knew if he did everyone would see you two together and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.

You stood over with the boys, one in particular getting very handsy. At first your plan was to make Rafe jealous, but at this point you knew in the end ask you wanted was Rafe and you had taken this’ flirting’ thing too far.

“ you should really let us see your tits” one of the guys said, tugging at the string of your bathing suit. You quickly swatted his hand away, getting nervous as you watched the group of guys circling around you.

“ no way” you laughed out, “ I can’t just show my breasts out here” .

“ oh c’mon” another said grabbing at your ass, which you immediately pushed his hand away. “ everyone’s too drunk to even notice” . You attention to back away from the grabby guy but the circle just kept enclosing around you.

“ okay guys” you laughed off nervously , but by now the guy had his hands around your waste , pulling you against your boner .

“ why don’t you come back to our hotel we can show you a really good time” the guy said , while his friend reached out, grabbing one of your breast.

“ no- please stop” you responded trying push yourself off of the guy behind you. All of a sudden you felt the guy behind you sling backwards, almost dragging you with him. You quickly caught yourself from falling before you turned around, only to see Rafe himself picking the guy back up by his throat .

“didn’t you hear her say no?!” Rafe yelled, the guy stumbling backwards as Rafe pushed him towards the water .

“ Rafe stop!” You yelled grabbing at his flexed biceps but to no avail.

“ the who’re was practically throwing herself on us man !” The guy tried arguing which really set Rafe off. Before you could even defend yourself, Rafe was throwing punch after punch, not even giving the guy a fighting chance. By then a whole circle of people were surrounding the fight , topper and kelce trying to pull Rafe off.

“ he’s down man he’s down!” Topper yelled at Rafe as he watched the nearly unconscious guy spitting blood out his mouth. Rafe squatted down, picking the guys face back up by his jaw.

“ touch my girl again, and I’ll fucking kill you “ he spat out before pushing his head back down against the shore. Rafe quickly stood up, his jaw clenched walking straight towards you. He had pure rage written all over his face when he grabbed you by the forearm , making you follow him. You didn’t bother to hesitate, quickly following along with him. You were practically jogging trying to keep up with his lengthy legs as he walked quickly across the sand to his truck.

“ get the fuck in the truck” he gritted through his teeth, holding the passenger door open for you. You quickly climbed your way in his truck, him slamming the door before walking around to the driver side , getting in the truck with same aggressiveness. The ride back to your place was silent, the only sounds was the trucks engine revving up every-time Rafe pushed on the gas. You watched as his knuckles were pale white from squeezing so tight on the steering wheel and his jaw clenching over and over again. It was turning you on to the max but you decided to stay quiet, since he was way too upset at the moment .

You had finally made it to your house, your front porch light lighting the inside of the car up some.

“ thanks for the ride” you said softly before reaching for the door handle .

“ wait “ Rafe said , not taking his eyes off the street in front of you. He sighed heavily calming himself down before looking over at you. “ I didn’t mean what I said earlier” he spoke. You looked down. You knew he didn’t look at you like that, but to convince the kooks, that’s exactly what he had to say .

“ I know” you said softly looking over at him. The car stayed quiet , neither one of you knowing what to say but neither wanting to be away from each other. “ I wasn’t going to do anything with those guys” you said finally breaking the silence. Rafe stayed quiet, anger filling him just by picturing you getting fucked by one of those guys.

“ I was just trying to make you jealous” you said turning slightly in your seat facing towards Rafe. Rafe looked up at you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“ it very much worked” he replied. You chuckled slightly nodding your head.

“ I know and it was so hot “ Rafe laughed at your comment, shaking his head.

“ well everyone knows now too so” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“ I’m sorry” you replied softly while lowering your head.

“ princess it’s okay” he replied grabbing ahold of your face. “ everyone was bound to find out eventually “ he replied with a sincere smile.

“ I know but I forced it early and you weren’t ready” you replied , laying your head down in his head .

“ no “ he replied shaking his head. “ I don’t care who was around there’s no way I was about to let those guys keep touching you the way they were. “ you sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat .

“ well you wanna come inside?” You asked, feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“ of course princess “ he said taking the key out of the ignition .

He followed you to your front door, his eyes not leaving your bottom.

“ your ass really does look good “ he said before grabbing a handful.

“ behave yourself “ you joked before leading him inside your house.

It was about to be a loonnnng night .

***

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

————

Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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[rioviaa]

college soccer au brain dump because I can’t stop thinking about them :) — a whole spew of my thoughts:

bakugo studying kinesiology for midoriya because god knows that boy doesn’t know how to keep his limbs intact during games, as long as he makes due with his promise to go pro and be one of the best.

bakugo isn’t a big fan of the ruckus during the games so he prefers to opt out of them therefore none of the guys in the team know him more than just “deku’s recovery boy.” midoriya always rolls his eyes at the nickname knowing bakugo would curse them all if he were to find out.

krbk meeting would probably happen due to midoriya getting an injury after a really rough game against an excessively aggressive opposing team which makes it nearly impossible to walk on his own.

kirishima is the first to notice that something has definitely gone wrong after the collision happened.

midoriya—curled up in a ball on the ground—showed no sign of springing back up on his feet like he usually does when a particularly annoying opponent gets a little too close for comfort with the full intention of tripping him up.

his suspicions are only worsened when the referee’s shrill whistle is heard from across the field.

instantly kirishima is booking it towards his teammate who is still curled up, slightly writhing in pain and holding his leg close to his chest.

“midoriya!”

the players on the opposing team along with kirishima’s other teammates that were closest to the collision had already huddled around midoriya to check up on him by the time he caught up to where midoriya was.

having to shove through his sweaty teammates was a pain but he finally managed to reach his friend, instantly crouching down to his level and gently placing his hand on his shoulder.

“holy crap, are you okay? what hurts?”

midoriya opens one of his eyes to look up at kirishima and gives a shakes his head slightly.

“I think I twisted my ankle? or something twisted. I don’t know but it’s definitely something with my ankle.”

kirishima darts his eyes towards the mentioned affected joint for a brief second before looking back up to midoriya’s scrunched up face.

“hold on, let me help you up.”

slowly, kirishima helps him sit up with his hands on midoriya’s left shoulder and back.

shifting the hand on his back to his waist, they manage to get midoriya on his feet- well more like singular right foot.

the referee startles both of them when he suddenly speaks to them.

“can you walk, 11?”

midoriya seems to be pondering that exact question as he was already hesitantly placing his left foot flat on his ground.

the sudden hiss from him proved exactly what everyone around them had been hoping wouldn’t happen.

“can you make it to the bench with the help of 8?”

“yes, I believe so.”

after a bit of struggling they managed to reach their benches that were thankfully the closest to where the collision happened.

kirishima sets him down gently to take a seat then jogs over towards midoriya’s duffel bag to grab his phone from the outside pocket.

coming back he extends the device to a confused midoriya.

“call your recovery boy, this seems pretty serious to just ignore until the game ends. we still have 30 minutes.”

kirishima nudges the phone closer as midoriya sighs and mutters something under his breath that he couldn’t quite catch over the referee’s whistle as they switch in two players to replace them.

he grants him some privacy by shuffling closer to the field to see who coach threw in to replace them.

the moment he sees both tetsutetsu and sero jogging over to their positions he let out a relieved sigh. ‘we’ve still got a chance at winning at least.’

he can hear midoriya’s voice behind him grow irritated about not being able to walk much less reach wherever recovery boy might be at the moment.

he’s about to turn back to see the argument play out until he hears the crunching of grass caused by his coach’s footsteps approaching him.

“don’t worry about the team, son. just focus on getting midoriya to actually sit still for the remaining of the game.”

they both let out a chuckle at that. everyone on the team knows how impatient midoriya gets when he is forced to chill out once in a while, especially during a game.

“you can count on me!”

coach nods at his assurance and turns back to the game, instantly starting to yell at his other players on the field after one of them looses the ball to the other team.

kirishima silently thanks midoriya for not having to be on the receiving end of his coach’s screams this time around and joins midoriya once more just as he lets out an aggravated sigh while ending the call with a harsh tap on the screen. “so, is recovery boy coming?”

midoriya lets out a grunt as he glares at his phone as if the man on the other end would receive his annoyance through some telepathic force.

“I take it didn’t happen without a fight?”

“ugh! I seriously don’t understand how he expects me to go to him while I’m like /this!/“

he emphasizes his point by pointing both hands towards his very much rapidly swelling ankle.

“I get that he doesn’t like how loud these things get but what- does he think I can just materialize a whip and swing on over to him?!?!” midoriya huffs as his arms continue to thrash about as he rages on with his point.

kirishima lets him finish his ranting on recovery boy’s stubbornness to come to them while reaching over to the spare water bottles sitting off to their right and filling it up with cold water.

kirishima lets him finish his ranting on recovery boy’s stubbornness to come to them while reaching over to the spare water bottles sitting off to their right and filling it up with cold water.

“If you take him telling me to fuck off and twist my other ankle as him relenting then yes.”

kirishima seriously hopes this guy isn’t serious. he’s never personally met recovery boy but the more midoriya talks about him the more he’s glad he hasn’t.

“oh.. shouldn’t he be hoping for the opposite..since it’s kind of his job?”

midoriya lets out a tired sigh as he drifts his gaze over to the field to see what the crowd was cheering and clapping over. kirishima joins his gaze in time to see sero give todoroki a double five.

“he’s not so bad once you get to know him, you know, that’s just how he expresses himself.”

kirishima glances back at midoriya with a quirked brow. “sounds more like he’s just constantly emotionally constipated.”

midoriya let’s out an unflattering snort at his quip and focuses his attention back to him. “something like that.”

“anything I should be weary of before recovery boy arrives?”

but before midoriya could even open his mouth to answer him, a voice kirishima is unfamiliar with does it for him.

“who the fuck are you calling recovery boy?”

kirishima whips his head to where he’d heard the voice coming from with widened eyes, appearing like a kid who just got caught doing something incredibly stupid.

the loud crunching of grass following in its wake as the person who spoke approached them with heavy steps.

the apology he was already forming on his lips was interrupted as he was scrutinized by striking red eyes—that at first glance seemed similar to his.

kirishima could practically hear his jaw click with how fast he shut his mouth.

“oh, kacchan! you actually came!”

kirishima + midoriya + college soccer au = :)

listen I found this hori sketch awhile back and ever since then I’ve had the IMMENSE need for a college soccer au with central back kirishima and striker midoriya who became attached at the hip for being the best coordinated duo on and off the field 🥹

[imaginewarehouse]

Yandere!Marcus White x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You're having a thing with Marcus as, just, rebound stuff. He's someone, to you, to have some fun with, and help forget about the guy that broke your heart. And he knows this. He knows what he is to you- what he is supposed to be in this situation.

But he has no intention of letting you go- especially not when your ex starts trying to get you back.

Warnings: Yandere character, Age Difference (Marcus is like, early to mid 30's and you're fresh outta college), Emotional Manipulation, sexual references, a dose of sexism- okay so this got a little away from me XDD I think you'd be better off with your douchewagon of an ex in this one- but I hope someone with just as messed up a mind as I do somewhere, likes this XD

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibesand @one-edgy-bitch

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"Okayyy, haha. I've got to go, now," You grin, pulling away even as Marcus tries to follow you, and forcing a giggle at his playful actions before letting him go; Stepping back. "Breaks over, lover boy. Time to get back to work."

"Come on... "

"Don't 'come on', me... I'm coming over to your place after work!- you can wait til then!" Shaking your head at him with a gentle, perturbed grin on your face, you're about to step further away- when your phone suddenly dings. And as you pull it out of your pocket and take a look at the message, Marcus takes you by the hips and guides you back to him as he leans against the wall once again.

The next words uttered are from Marcus, and theirs a marginally more serious tone to his voice. Probably due to your sudden change in body language, getting stiffer, as you read the message. "Who's that?... " He asks quietly, thumbs brushing over the skin showing between your shirt and your jeans. You glance at him, heart racing suddenly, before swiftly pocketing the phone, and flashing a smile; But removing his hands from your body.

"Just a data alert." Yes, you feel bad for lying, but you aren't about to tell him that it was your ex boyfriend saying hi. That would be way too awkward.

What Marcus doesn't know, isn't going to hurt him.

Immediately that dumb, handsome smile returns to his face and you feel relief simmer in you. "Okay! So- you're definitely coming over tonight, right??"

You nod, quickly. "Definitely! Now, I gotta go take over for Garret! See ya!"

"Wait- " You'd already turned around to rush off... maybe to respond to that text you received, if your heart can calm down for a damn second... but Marcus' call makes you stop, turn around. He's now standing up straight, towering over you, and his arms wrap around your body once again; Pulling you up against his.

"Oh. Watch those hands, Marcus, remember we're at work~" You joke light-heartedly, at the advance, but your giggles are cut off abruptly when he kisses you. Its an oddly deep kiss, for the moment; His lips seeming to totally encompass you as he applies pressure, and you almost lose yourself in it. Almost getting dizzy, as you allow yourself to be deterred by him- afterall, that's why you're together. A good old romp to get your mind off a painful ex. A rebound.

The feeling of his hands drifting down a bit too far, though, wakes up. And you end the kiss- snatching up his wrists, and placing them back in front of him with playful wink. "What'd I say?"

Then you turn on his cheekily smirking face, and successfully walk off.

Marcus watches you turn the corner, before revealing your phone in his hand, which was hidden from your view as you had walked off, and switches it on as he leans back against the wall. Just chilling... snooping... Its fine. He had a pal in prison who did the exact same thing with his gal, and they're going strong 30 years, now. "Okay, Y/N... lets see what's really going on, here... "

When he sees the most recent message, not even opened yet, a disappointed frown immediately spreads across his face. He sighs. "Oh, Y/N... " Then, realising you did not start contact with your ex, on further inspection... Marcus' eyes narrow. A dangerously displeased, almost mad look appears in his eyes. "Oh, hell no."

Because he can talk to you. You're maybe having a bad day if you text your ex, and he can convince you that that's a bad idea.

But if its your ex texting you- that's a threat. Marcus has to do something about this.

He's not going to let you get swept away from him- he has a plan, see? Yeah, he agreed that what the two of you had would just be rebound fun... but that's just for now. You're going to fall for him; That's how it works. You two'll be regular romantic comedy material, he's sure. He's just got to convince you that this is right, then you're going to realise what he already knows, that you two are meant for each other, and rebound sex will turn into making love; He'll be your boyfriend, not just your Guy. And your husband, too, one day. He knows it'll work.

But this could destroy his chances entirely. This is a huge problem. He's got to get rid of this.

~

After getting to his place and returning your phone, convincing you that you must have accidentally shoved it in his pocket rather then yours seeing as you two were so wrapped up together- you and Marcus found yourselves in the kitchen... after fucking, that is. There's a tub of ice cream between you as you chat about your days, and Marcus is living. He cant help but think this is how it should be. You in his shirt, giggling at jokes he's made, eating ice cream after mind-blowing sex with him.

Him.

That should be every day!

And it will- as long as he can put you off your ex.

"Hm," He chuckles, loving the sound of your laughter when he throws a zinger at you... but, unfortunately, knowing he's gotta change tact soon, if he's going to make any headway today, with your whole... douchebag ex, situation. "So... when I realised I had your phone... I might have noticed something... "

Your spoon stops on its way to the ice cream, and its a dead give away that you're hiding something. Even though he knows what's going on, he hates that you haven't been honest with him. If you're going to be married some day, you're going to have to trust him. Every sturdy relationship is built on honesty, and trust. Oh, he'll teach you. "... Oh?... "

Feigning awkwardness, which is not hard at all because this is an awkward conversation, Marcus rolls his shoulders back before he starts. "Was that, um, your... ex? That texted you?"

Immediately, you droop. You leave your spoon in the ice cream tub, and avoid his gaze. Its cute. Sighing, you take a deep breath after a moment, and nod. "Yeah... it was." Good girl.

Marcus cant help but wonder whether you're nervous because he found out, though, or because this... guy... makes you nervous.

He wants to be the one making you nervous.

Faking a relaxed demeanour, though, Marcus shrugs; Focusing on the delicious treat between you. "What does that douchebag want?"

"Marcus!" You gasp, and his blood boils. What? He's not allowed to call your ex a douche? He left you!!

Ugh, he has to shut this down now.

"What? He hurt you, didn't he? 'M just being a good friend... Just a little... protective over you, you know? You don't deserve to be treated like that." And with him, you would never get hurt like that. God, why cant you just see that he's the right one for you? Why doe she have to jump through hoops?

Fuck, Y/N!

Marcus blood pressure is definitely rising as he works himself up, but he tries to stifle it; To shut it down. Because you look so fucking cute, blushing and embarrassed. "Yeah... I know." You speak softly, looking down at your lap. "I was just with him for long y-you know?? I just... he has me wrapped around his little finger, and I... I don't know... how to escape." You deflate like a sad balloon, pouting, and it takes everything in Marcus not to squeeze sense into you. He settles for taking one of your hands in his over the table; Being a comfort.

Oh... Y/N, you don't know anything about being wrapped around someone's finger. You've got him in a Chinese fucken finger trap. And you don't even know it!

"Hey," He pushes through the intrusive thoughts, thinking that you're such a bitch for saying these things to him, such a thoughtless, naïve, little bitch. Because he would never say those things to you, never. He loves you, and he would never want to make you feel sad... Even if you destroy him. "I get it. I do. But... its not forever, you know? I'm here to help you." He forces a kind smile, feeling it become real as you give one back; Optimism and warmth in your sweet, innocent face as you look up at him. Him! "And part of that, is not letting you text that asshole back."

"... You're sweet, Marcus."

A bashful grin flashes across his face. "You're sweeter."

Oh, that was such a sweet moment between us, Marcus thinks, grinning at you. That's what he craves.

Days full of cute moments like that between me, and my lovely little stay-at-home, mother-of-my-kids. My little, dumb wife.

A perfect life with her.

... Then you snort. "Haha- that was reeal cute, there. Lets try not to let it happen again, though, okay?" You giggle, visibly cringing as you return to the tub of ice cream, scraping out a nice mouthful of the creamy substance. Marcus feels his heart thud at it, though, and the grin is wiped clean off of his face.

... Stupid fucking bitch. What the hell was that!? That was foul. You really should get punished for something like that- you're just lucky you're not at that point, yet. When you're his, undoubtedly his... then... Well, then you'll just have to learn how to fucking behave.

For now though, Marcus pastes on a smile; Only squeezing your hand a little harder instead of telling you what for.

"Yeah, hah... Kinda dumb." He forces the words out, watching you grin and nod your head, sucking on the spoon. Rolling his shoulders once again to relieve the tension, Marcus moves on. "So... y'think you're gonna text that fucker back?"

Looking thoughtful for a moment, frowning as your eyes fall downcast and your teeth nibble on the end of the utensil between your teeth - honestly making Marcus a little hard at the sight, - , you honestly leave him hanging for a few moments... before you finally shrug. "I don't think so. You're right, he did hurt me, and... the easiest way to get over him, I guess, is to ignore him." Your eyes flicker up, wide and adorable, to his. "Right?"

"Totally."

When you smile, hop off the stool and onto his lap to finish the rest of the ice cream, Marcus smiles for real.

You're fucking perfect.

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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[fruggo]

Hello ! I saw the enemies fo lovers things and I wanna request if possible

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

With frank if you would and thank you

yessirrr i love frank sm it’s not ok. also umm i may have accidentally written friends to enemies to lovers or something idk. and though i wouldnt necessarily call you friends at the start, you werent really enemies yet???? idk🐸just ummm yeh i love frank

also help how do i not go overboard???? i feel like i made this way too long, please help and i am sorry

warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, frank being a bastard but then you’re like awwww he’s a cute bastard aaaaw

~~

Things were weird with Frank, and they always had been from the moment you stepped foot in the Entity’s realm. He always tunneled you relentlessly, and that made you think of him as a big asshole, but there were some strange details tacked onto the sentiment that greatly confused you, should you think about it for more than three seconds.

Sometimes, it seemed like he went easy on you in chases, like he put in no effort. He would chase you for a while, let you waste his time, and then leave without even getting a hit on you when he definitely had the ability to.

And you hated saying this, but when he handled you, it almost felt…gentle. Granted, he was a killer, and his job was to murder you, but your experiences with him did not quite line up with those of the other survivors.

They always described trials against Frank as “stepping on legos in the middle of the night” or something akin to that. You never felt like that, though—when he chased you, it felt fair. Almost as if he played nice with you. And more often than not, the killer would let you go when he caught you. The reason remained a mystery to you until quite a bit later.

This trial, Frank was in 100% bastard mode. You had begun to think of his trials as quite easy due to his seemingly calm nature around you, so you were rather caught off guard when he downed you in the first 30 seconds of the match and tossed you onto a hook, no gentleness whatsoever.

You wanted to yell at him and ask what the fuck was wrong with him until you realized this was his fucking job, and this is how he should have been treating you all along. Maybe you had just been imagining it all, but you could have sworn he used to leave you alone more than this. Something just felt different.

After you were unhooked, he went for you again. And again. And then you were dead, completely wiped out of the trial. Frank had demolished you with no remorse.

You knew it was silly to feel betrayed, but you really couldn’t help it. In such an insane and hellish place, anything that could be even remotely perceived as kindness seemed like so much more of a big deal than it truly was. So Frank’s supposed “gentleness” with you had felt somewhat like a friend doing you a selfless favor. Of course, it was not a selfless favor, and it was certainly nowhere near kindness, because he was still a killer chasing you with a knife, but your standards had really lowered in this place.

After that trial, you were back to hating Frank for tunneling and bullying you (like you probably should). You began to understand the survivors’ saying about the legos—and you hoped that Frank would step on some legos too, because he fucking sucked sometimes.

And for a while, that’s just how it was. You nearly forgot how he used to go easier on you, and how you used to do okay in his matches. Now every time you were pit against each other it just felt like you were being stuck with a bunch of pins; you never had any time to breathe or rest or do literally anything. He just went after you until you were gone, and there was next to nothing you could do about it.

Everything changed very suddenly during a trial at Ormond.

You were expecting the same old routine with this asshole—chase, blah blah blah, die. You hardly had energy to fight back anymore.

So when he arrived out of breath at the killer shack, somehow knowing you would be here, Frank was surprised to find you relaxing under the window with your arms loosely crossed, a disapproving scowl upon your countenance. It was enough to make him hesitate in his tracks.

You let out a deep breath, refusing to break eye contact with his mask; you kept up that menacing frown for as long as you could, trying to make him feel guilty (who knows if it was even possible for him to feel guilty? But it was worth a try).

“Just kill me,” you said, voice steady and seemingly unbothered. Underneath the surface, you were trembling, but you stood your ground. “That’s what you’re gonna do, isn’t it? You’re going to chase me until I’m miserable and kill me off as soon as you can?”

Frank went still, not even fidgeting with his knife like he usually did; he was intrigued by your sudden confidence.

You went on. “I’m really sick and tired of you, you know that? I’m sick of you and your bullshit. Why can’t you treat me like everybody else? At first, you went easy on me. Now you just torture me with your stupid mind games, and frankly, I’m sick of playing! I’m done with you—I don’t care anymore! Just kill me, and I’ll get out of your way, okay asshole? Mori me if you want. I don’t give a shit.”

You put your hands up exasperatedly, fully expecting him to take the offer and just send you back to the campfire right then and there. But the man sighed, pocketed his knife, and sat down right next to you as if this were a normal thing for him to do.

You scooted a few inches away out of instinct. Frank noticed, but he chose not to say a word about it.

It was a long time before he said anything, and when he finally did, you wanted to punch him so bad.

“It’s complicated,” he mumbled. And that was all.

Oh, yeah? It was complicated? You scoffed, hanging your head with a bitter smile. “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Silence again.

Awkward, suffocating silence.

And then Frank got up and left. You were unbothered for the remainder of the trial, not even a scratch or bruise on your body.

~~

Sometimes you simply did things, and you didn’t know why. This thing that you just did was irrational, stupid, unplanned, unwise, and everything in-between, and you knew it was, but frequently you just had no impulse control. Perhaps it was the Entity’s influence, or maybe you had always been this way—you couldn’t really remember.

How did you get here again? Why were you laying on the ground? And why did your leg hurt so fucking much?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, you remember now.

Funnily enough, it seems as though the Entity, along with certain killers, did not like it when survivors tried to enter their side of the forest! But you did it anyways, and it appeared that you had suffered the consequences. It’s not like you had put much thought into it; where was the point in that when nothing mattered anymore and you were stuck in an endless cycle of death?

You remembered entering the killer’s woods, looking around, and doing…something. What was that something? You couldn’t be sure, but then you remembered somebody coming up to you and probably definitely hurting you. Yep, your leg definitely was in a lot of pain. You couldn’t even look at it. Did you pass out for a while? Maybe. How long were you out for?

You lay still there for a while, thinking. Man, it really hurt, and boy, were you miserable. Maybe more miserable than you’d ever felt here. The Entity normally healed wounds immediately, but perhaps you had just angered it so much you deserved to suffer.

Oh, dear! You seemed to be passing out at this time. Yes, that was almost certainly what was happening. Black spots danced across your eyes as your body began to feel distant and numb, but you didn’t feel very worried about it. In fact, you felt like making jokes right now, but you had nobody to make jokes to and you probably couldn’t even speak.

Just as you began to accept it, there was a strange thumping sensation vibrating through the ground growing closer…and closer…

Footsteps! That’s good!

Oh. Not if it’s a killer. That’s not good, probably.

But you had no way of protesting when you felt yourself being picked up, because those black spots in your eyes were dancing a lot faster now, perhaps something akin to an Irish jig, and you also couldn’t feel your limbs.

Then you were fast asleep again, dreaming of Irish dancers who were actually big fluffy cloud people wearing leprechaun clothes. Nobody but you would ever know this, and it was going to stay that way.

On the bright side, it made it a lot easier for your rescuer to carry you to safety like this.

~~

When you awoke once more, you were horrified to find yourself in the Ormond lodge of all places. You knew immediately what had happened and were determined to escape as soon as possible.

Your injured leg proved to be a huge problem, however, and you collapsed the second you attempted to find freedom. Trying again, you collapsed once more, and probably maimed yourself further in the process.

Hearing the commotion from the second floor, your least favorite member of The Legion descended down from the main stairs, refusing to look directly at you even as he scooped you up and plunked you (gently) back onto the couch, which was rather comfortable (not that you would ever tell him that).

So he was playing it cool, huh?

Okay. You could play it cool, too. You were cool. Smooth as butter.

No. You really couldn’t be cool in a situation like this, and plus, your mind was still a little woohoo since whatever accident had occurred. Suddenly you blurted out, “Frank, I hate your guts.”

And he had the audacity to laugh. He laughed at you! He did the man chuckle thing, as if what you were saying was funny. No! You were completely serious! You did hate his guts!

Perhaps your face showed how upset you were, because he started to apologize (still laughing).

“Maybe you should go back to sleep,” Frank said after calming down a bit.

No. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You did not want to experience dancing cloud people dressed as leprechauns ever again in your life, for the rest of eternity. Never again.

So you shook your head violently, refusing to give an explanation, which just provoked Frank to anger all of a sudden. If you went back to sleep, he could have some alone time while the rest of The Legion was gone. He kept pushing, and you kept resisting, and he pushed and you resisted, until finally he gave up and let you off with a warning. If you made him mad again, he was throwing you out in the snow.

Fine with me, you said. Okay, I’ll do it right now, he said. No balls, you said.

So then Frank casually went to scoop you up in his arms again, and you started to freak out and beat your hands against his chest until he put you back down. He was was awfully mindful of your hurt leg for someone who was about to throw you into the snow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please don’t throw me out,” you fussed. You thought he wouldn’t actually do it. You didn’t know it, but you were right—he was just messing with you because it was funny seeing you scared.

After a bit more griping back and forth, Frank began to grow concerned about your leg. He didn’t know how to bring up the topic because things were so odd between the two of you; this was your first interaction since the brief encounter in the shack. But he swallowed his pride, because the wound seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

“Hey, do you want me to, uhh…get some supplies?” Frank asked awkwardly. When you didn’t understand, he continued, “Your leg? It looks like it hurts…I could fix it if you want.”

You barked out a laugh at his words, unbelieving of this shift in attitude. “Rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago,” you snickered, genuinely finding it amusing.

Frank took offense. He was trying to be nice for once, and you thought it was funny. And his situation really was complex, whether you chose to believe it or not. Maybe he should just tell you to get it off of his chest.

“Listen,” he said, voice laced with seriousness. “When I told you things were complicated, I meant it.”

Sensing the mood change from his tone and body language, you stopped smiling and decided to pay attention to him. Just this once. Never again. After this you could go back to hating him.

Frank continued. “The Entity was going to start…well, hurting me, if I didn’t start doing better in trials. I really didn’t want to sacrifice you, which is embarrassing to admit, but I’ll say it. And I don’t think it liked that.”

You were surprised. And also relieved that you had been right all along—he had been going easy on you at first.

“Why me, though?” you asked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you want to sacrifice me? What about the other survivors?”

If the slight tilt of his head at your question didn’t answer it for you, the way he started tapping his feet and cracking his knuckles so nervously did.

Boy, if looks could kill, you would have died instantly at the scowl Frank sent your way; you grinned pridefully at the realization that this man was down bad. You couldn’t see the expression behind his mask, though, which Frank was thankful for.

He hated every second of this, but you loved it. You reveled in his embarrassment.

Leaning forward on your hands, you begged, “Tell me more! I want to hear all about your feelings for me.”

“I could stab you right now, you know that?”

“But you won’t. You liiiiike me!”

“What are you, eight years old?”

“No, but I am severely injured and have lost a lot of blood so I am not necessarily in the right headspace at the moment.”

“You make a fair point.”

“So tell me! What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your ass.”

“No, really.”

“Okay, your ass and your hair.”

“You know what, Frank, I still hate your guts.”

“No, you don’t.”

You paused for a moment. It was probably the blood loss talking, you decided later, but you said, “No. Maybe I don’t.”

[monaisdark]

i like how u write Shigaraki 😳❤ can u do maybe some bully reader with a sprinkle of virgin!shiggy hehe 🥰 reader can be dom or sub its up to you!! ❤

AH i’ve been meaning to check my inbox but ommmg this motivates me so much, thank you ! <3 I decided to do some dom reader - hope its ok!

➨ paring — Virgin! Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader 

➨ warnings —  Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, slight mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, cum denial, begging

PART 2

Shigaraki slumped into the ground, his back against the now wet wall. It hasn’t even been 3rd period yet and you already completely ruined his day. You and your group of followers threw water at him, something about him smelling bad. His papers and books were thrown out of his bag, soggy and falling apart from the water poured on them and his favorite hoodie now uncomfortably wet. 

Shigaraki would already be late to class by now so he didn’t bother to scurry off like your friends did when they heard the late bell for class. You walked a bit behind them, turning your head back at him a few times before completely disappearing down the hall. 

Shigaraki wasn’t sure what he did for you to hate him so much. It was almost like you were out to get him since day one. And of course, you being so popular, it made him the school outcast, well, even more of an outcast.

He tried everything — ignoring you, doing everything you asked him, even trying to fight back. The last try left him with a sprained wrist and bruised cheek. So in the end, everything left him either humiliated, damaged, or hurt. 

He finally stood up as he heard footsteps from a hall monitor coming down the hall he was in, grabbing his backpack that contained the remaining contents of his school stuff before running off into a nearby bathroom to hide. Luckily, nobody was there to see how disheveled he looked.

Shigaraki took off his hoodie, thankfully the hoodie was thick and caught most of the water, leaving his long sleeved undershirt a bit damp but nothing he couldn’t handle for the rest of the day. He set everything wet under the hand drier, letting the hot air dry them a bit. 

As he dried his face, something at on the floor caught Shigaraki’s eye. It was a small piece of paper that was also damp. He picked it up confused, did it fall out of his hoodie pocket? 

‘’Shigaraki, meet me in room 204 after school today. Be there.’’  He could read out from the smudged, running ink. Shigaraki looked at it confused, yeah it was definitely for him but why? How did this even get into his pocket? He’s usually always alone, he didn’t hang out or spend his school days with anyone.

“Hey! Get to class!” The voice of the hall monitor outside of the bathroom almost made him yelp. He stuffed the note into his back pocket, grabbing all his stuff that was thankfully a bit more dry before leaving.

You eyed Shigaraki from across the cafeteria, a small smirk tugged your lips as you saw him pull out the tiny piece of paper for the 12th time that lunch. A wave of satisfaction overcame you every time you saw his eyebrows furrowed at the paper. 

You tried to make the note as vague as possible, you could tell from the confused look on his face that he didn’t have a clue on who sent it. Just how you wanted it.

You turned your thoughts back to your friends, mixing your laughter with theirs. You had no idea what they were laughing at. These people are assholes, why do you hang out with them again? A small boy whimpered on the floor, his food spilled all over his body. Oh, that's why. Like hell you’d be on the receiving end of their bullying.

It’s not like you felt bad. School was a hierarchy, these poor people were just at the bottom. When you first got here, you quickly rose to be at the top. Not like you expected to be anything less. You held yourself to a high standard, of course you’d be at the top.

So it made you sick seeing how some of these people held themselves, especially Shigaraki. He looked and smelled like he only showers every other day, he alternated between 2 hoodies each week, did he even bother to wash them?

He barely talked to anyone, usually playing some videogame on his phone. Does he not care about himself? Well maybe that was why you targeted him, you just wanted him to be better. Nothing else.

Then you noticed how much of a pervert he was. If a girl was ever near him, his eyes would automatically shoot to their chests before awkwardly shifting away from them. In P.E, you found it funny how he’d try to hide his boners after seeing all the girls in their shorts. How gross, he’s a horny little virgin.

You almost felt bad, maybe if he smelt better, maybe if he wore better clothes, maybe if he just tried to take care of himself. It was no surprise that he wasn’t getting chicks. But then again, he didn’t look too confident in anything. Yet alone girls.

That’s when you had came up with a plan. You’d sleep with him. Don’t get it wrong, you had dignity. If it was anyone else, you’d probably make fun of them even more, maybe even expose their perverted behavior.

But Shigaraki looked so helpless, if he kept up with this he’d never get better. Maybe he’d become desperate enough to start touching girls on the train to school, how disgusting.

You were doing everyone a favor. This is just charity work.

“Hey.” Shigaraki jumped, what? He was even more confused then before, you? Why would you send him a letter to meet him alone after school? He stayed quiet, he backed into a desk as he heard the click of the door. Locked, shit, you locked the door. You probably were gonna beat him up, usually you’d have other people pick on him, was today finally the day you’d take more action?

“Stop sweating, I’m not here to do anything bad.” You walked in front of him, Shigaraki would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified. “Um — why.. why did you want to meet me?” Shigaraki’s voice cracked and you almost laughed, has he ever even been alone in the same room as girl?

You decided to be blunt, there was no sugar coating what was about to happen. “You’re a virgin right, Shigaraki?” You brought your hands to the buttons of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning your top.

Shigaraki immediately felt himself starting to get hard at the sight of your bra. “What—” You rolled your eyes, doesn’t he get it? How dense can he be? “Just answer me.” 

Shigaraki felt so humiliated, this was honestly worse then all the bullying he experienced from you. He has to admit to his bully that he’s a virgin, or better yet, that he’s never even gotten close touching a woman.

He couldn’t lie, I mean look at him! The most action he’s gotten was those JOI videos he’d watch late at night. “Yeah..” He whispered enough for you to hear, just incase anyone else was hiding in the room. “..Why?” 

A smirk spread across your face, just like you thought. His red face was honestly so enjoyable to see, almost just as enjoyable as seeing him try to hide how hard he was.

“I know you’re hard, Shigaraki.” Your hands moved to his crotch, palming him. “Ah, ah! Wait! I’m—“  Holy shit, did he cum? Just from a bit of palming?

Your hands retracted from the damp fabric, “God, how pathetic can you be?” Shigaraki lowered his head, you didn’t want to know. You’re the first girl to ever touch him, he didn’t want to come that fast!

“I’m sorry! Please.. I’m still hard!” Now he’s begging? He was ready for you to laugh at him and leave him a gross mess. He would understand.

“Take it out.” Shigaraki could cry right there, you were serious! He didn’t know what made you want to do this now but he didn’t care. All that matter’s was you wanted to fuck him.

His mind flooded to what you guys could do, would you rub his now exposed dick? Would you take it in your mouth? Better yet, what could he do to you? He’ll learn quickly, he just wants to touch your boobs!

Suddenly, he was on the floor. He couldn’t even process what was going on before you straddled him. We’re skipping straight to it? This wasn’t necessarily what he saw in those porn videos but that’s okay. His hands moved to your chest, he saw this in the porn videos too! But your hand slapped his away, “Don’t touch me. You still stink.” 

He frowned but it was quickly gone as he felt you lower yourself on him. Shit, shit, shit, he’s inside you! Inside a pussy! You already started moving and Shigaraki already lost it. This was better than what he could ever imagine! 

You smirked at the scene, its barely been a minute and he’s out of it. His eyes were rolled back and he was moaning louder than you! You had to admit though, you were a bit surprised he even got past 30 seconds of being inside of you. 

“Mhmm— m...mommy!” Now you could laugh, “Mommy? Really Shigaraki?” Tears were forming on the corner of his eyes, you weren’t sure if it was from your words or the pleasure but you preferred if it was from both.

“I’m sorry! It’s just— ah!” You angled yourself to hit deeper, “No, no, Shigaraki. Go ahead. I should’ve known you’d be into something like that.” His moans filled the room, you were lucky this hallway was always empty after school was done.

You felt him begin to twitch, already knowing he’s about to cum. Eyes narrowed down at his messy face, he’s trying to cum inside you without you knowing? 

You stopped moving and brought him up so he wasn’t laying down anymore, “Y’know, for a virgin I’m a bit impressed.” Shigaraki whimpered when he felt you get off of him, the feeling of your warm cunt no longer around him.

“Wait! Please, please— I wasn’t done!” He whined watching you put your panties back on and button your shirt back up, “You were about to. You think I want your battery acid cum touching me?” 

Snickering as he heard his desperate whimpers begging you to finish him off, an overwhelming feeling of power filled you. A fake annoyed sigh caught his attention, “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do— “You brought yourself to his level on the floor, “I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki nodded furiously, “Yes! I promise! I will, I will!” You turned and unlocked to the door to leave, catching one more look at his messy state. A sigh was let out of you as you closed the door, the sounds of him moaning ‘mommy’s pussy’ as he finished himself off, made you giggle. How sad.

You rolled your eyes, clicking heels down the hallway. You might’ve just created a new problem for yourself. 

[infernal-fire]

Just The Benefits (1/2)

Pairings: dark!Steve x you

Warnings: smut, slight overstimulation, dark!Steve, dark!Nomad!Steve

Later in the series: noncon, breeding kink, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, mentioned dark!Tony, dark!Bucky

Please do not interact with this blog if you are under 18. Your media consumption is your responsibility. 

Summary: Y/N wanted the benefits and nothing more. That was the agreement… right? Steve decides it’s not enough.

Word Count: 1600

A/N: This is my first ever fic! I’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this but I also appreciate all feedback <3 I’m planning a second instalment for the fic, which will be longer than this one. I’m out here pretending like someone is going to read this. 

Nomad!Steve is the most attractive Steve and you can talk to a wall if you disagree. 

(This GIF does not belong to me)

It was convenient. The idea of no strings attached was that it was always supposed to be easy and mutually beneficial. You were enjoying the life of an Avenger and there’s no need to add anything to the mix. 

That’s how you found yourself under Steve’s mercy every week. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for him but right now, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t tap out from his girth. 

You were bent over his king-size bed, stuffed full of his cock. He cooed praises into your ears and took on a languid pace. He pressed your head down with one arm, wiping your tears on the sheets, wrapping the other around your waist. His cock was moving in and out of you like a piston, making a squelching noise that your loud moaning drowned out. 

“Sweetheart, I’m going to speed up” he moaned, and you whimpered in response. His speed had you lurching forward on every thrust, the room reverberating with the sound of skin slapping. 

His cock repeatedly battered your cervix, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. You cried out as your eyes crossed and your muscles went limp, the crashing waves of your orgasm possessing you. 

“That’s it, baby, cream my cock. I’m so close.” his grunts filled your ears as he leaned over you. The hand that was holding your head made its way to your neck and he pulled you up flush against him while the other hand began toying with your engorged clit. You were full-on crying from the overstimulation now; he hadn’t slowed down since you came. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to alleviate the pressure on your abused cunt. 

After a few more thrusts, he pushed in one last time and squeezed your body before giving you some experimental thrusts. He pulled out and held your almost-passed-out frame by the hips and lifted you onto the bed. 

“Jesus Y/N was I too rough?” You weakly shook your head as you closed your eyes and held his hand. He tucked you into his sheets, tossed the condom across the room and rounded the bed, settling beside you. 

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you mumbled. 

He paused as if he were pondering what he was going to say. In reality, he began taking in your naked, tired form that looked unreal yet ethereal on his bed. With your back to Steve, you had no idea he was feasting on the sight in front of him. 

“What is it?” the slight raspiness of your voice alluded to your exhaustion. 

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore.”

You turned around to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow. The surprise of his statement was overriding your body’s pleas to sleep.

“Did I… do something?” You were honestly unsure of what to say.

He paused again. “It’s not enough for me. I know we came into this saying no strings attached but I care way too much for you.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. Steve took your silence as a cue to continue. 

“I think I love you. No, I-I know I love you. I want the whole thing with you, not just sex. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just sex. You know, I had feelings for you before you agreed to this. I had a feeling you might not say yes to a serious relationship so I proposed this arrangement.”

His speech initially started with uncertainty but as he spoke, he became sure of himself. He was sure you would agree. You two were perfect together and there was no denying it in Steve’s mind. 

You got out of bed and began rummaging through the clothes strewn on the ground.

“I cannot believe you asked me to do this with your feelings involved. That was very manipulative and…” you trailed off. Did you want this? No. He messed with you. You affirmed it to yourself and picked up the rest of your clothes. “You were manipulative and this isn’t going to happen anymore. I told you I didn’t want a relationship to cloud my judgement with my missions.” 

“Where are you going?” he began getting out bed, panic slightly evident in his voice.

You weren’t going to cry. But you were slightly hurt that he had a hidden agenda and that you were too stupid to not notice it. You turned to leave before he gripped your forearm. 

“I know you’re angry, but you want this too.” He towered over you. The unexpected calm in his voice was unsettling. 

“You’re scaring me, please let go.” He let you break out of his hold. 

“FRIDAY, lock my doors and don’t open unless I say so,” he commanded.

He was beginning to chip at your resolve but you were determined to not show it. You glared at him again instead. 

“FRIDAY, contact Tony and tell him Cap locked me in his room.”

He stared at you and stared back. Under the façade of toughness, you were crumbling and scared out of your mind. You didn’t want to stay and find out why he locked the door. What could he do when the entire team would question your whereabouts the next day?

The seconds stretched on before he finally spoke again. “You’re making a mistake. You want this.”

“Tony has overridden your request, Steve. Y/N, the door is now unlocked.” FRIDAY called out. 

You turned and speed-walked out of the room, not turning back to look at Steve who was now lowly chuckling to himself. 

He wondered if you really thought this was the end of this conversation. 

You turned to your missions to help you cope with the loss of one of your best friendships. You give men a little bit of space in your life and they think you owe them the world. Worst of all, you should’ve seen this coming. Little touches, smiles that always reached his eyes and hugs that lasted a little longer they should. Not mentioning walking you to your room after training, making your breakfast and taking special care of you after a particularly difficult mission. You were truly a fool for not realizing it sooner.

Everyone is scared of something, even the Avengers. For you, it was this new side of Steve. You weren’t even sure how to act around him anymore. The relationship was on the low and not many people knew about it; Bucky knew for sure, and now, Tony must have an idea as well. Tony didn’t ask you why Cap locked you in your room. That should have been the first red flag that your teammates weren’t on your side. 

You proceeded as if things were normal around Steve and he did too. There was no reason not to, right? He just acted out because of the rejection, you thought to yourself.

All the Avengers sitting down for dinner was a rare occurrence, but this particular Friday, there was a crowd in the dining room of the compound. 

You were happy today. Your paperwork had been a breeze and you had a good weekend planned for yourself. Around the table, Tony, Rhodey, Thor were bickering, Clint and Nat were silently observing while Steve and Bucky were engrossed in a private conversation of their own. 

“After dinner, we should play a game” Sam piped up through a mouthful. Clint snickered to himself and Sam continued.

“I’m serious, we should play truth or dare… something like that. I barely know anything about you guys, minus things like your favourite way to take a target out.”

“I think it should stay that way” Nat slightly grinned and continued eating. 

“Honestly, I agree, I feel like I know nothing about you guys,” you commented, wiping your mouth and clearing your empty plate. Tony grabbed it for you and made his way to the sink. “I wasn’t aware that we were in high school. But tell you what; hide and seek would be interesting with this crowd.” Tony contemplated before finishing his thought: “Barnes and Romanoff should try to find us. That would be a kicker.”

“That sounds a lot better than truth or dare. I’m game” Nat said before getting and stretching. Bucky quietly chuckled and everyone began to clean up the table. 

“So this is really happening?” Rhodey laughed as everyone made their way to the living room. 

Bucky and Nat stood in front of everyone and negotiated rules. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how blessed you were to be a part of something so amazing.

“Okay then, 5 minutes to hide and 30 minutes to be found. If you’re found you have to do their paperwork for a week.” Clint finalized and everyone nodded.

“Alright, off you go,” Nat said before settling into a couch, observing everyone that scrambled off. 

Thor looked lost, unsure where to go. He rarely stayed at the compound. You pointed him in the direction of the gym before racing past and making your way to your spot. There was a supply closet that you had a feeling Nat wouldn’t bother checking. Bucky knew of it, but you had a back-up escape route in mind if he decided to look there. You got to the closet and silently slipped in before sliding the door closed and settling into the corner. After a few minutes, you heard light footsteps that became louder. It hadn’t been 5 minutes yet. Whoever was coming to your spot, you were prepared to tell them to buzz off before the closet door opened to reveal Steve. 

He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Part 2

Masterlist

Tagging some people I want to be friends with 🥺

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It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader

for @nsfwsebbie​​‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet​​ which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll​​ for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)

Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark.  And hoo boy, did I run with that.  I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness.  Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.

You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.  

“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having.  Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide. 

“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.  

“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.

“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head.  It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in.  He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like.  He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.

“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.  

“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head.  “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”

“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.

“--and he’s… kinda…”

“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.

“No,” you denied, “not creepy.  He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”

“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class.  But won’t even talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe?  I mean, he’s just shy, right?”

“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder.  “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you denied with wide eyes.  

“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted.  Jackie laughed.

“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.

“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.

“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.

“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.

“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.

“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.

“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.

“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully.  “It’ll be funny.”

“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”

“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately.  She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”

“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.

“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”

“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50?  He’s cute!”

“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious.  You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.

“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers.  You didn’t even take the money.

You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself.  If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.

He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.

“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.

“Hi,” he replied quickly.

“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop.  He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything.  “I… we have comp together?  You know who I am, right?”

“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up.  “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop.  “I was just working on this model.”

“Can I take a look?” 

He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him.  “Go ahead!”

You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.  

“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--” 

You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work.  “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.  

“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.

“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.  

“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.

“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least.  Nothing extracurricular.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”

He smiled.  “Oh, you’re one of those.”

You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit.  “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”

“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned.  “Like basic functions on matrices!  Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices.  If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”

“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.

“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed.  You hadn’t really meant it literally.  

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged.  It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math.  You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…

You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.

And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

It sort of happened all at once.  He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.

You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.  He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked.  And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.

“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.

And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.

“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.

You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before.  This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator.  This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense.  How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?

Thankfully, he didn’t stop.  He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace.  Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears.  A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right?  Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going?  It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.  

You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down.  God, he was strong.  He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular.  You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.

“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.  

He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit.  Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly.  It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really.  You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way!  It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming.  You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point.  But at this point, it was unstoppable.  You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet.  Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.

Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs.  But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.

“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell.  Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.

Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.  

“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.

You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth.  You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds.  You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore.  Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.

He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more.  You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.

“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.

He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black.  “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.

“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”

“More…?”

You sobbed with frustration, and desire.  “Fuck me, please.”

He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open.  It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls.  You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.

“You love it, don’t you?  You love my cock,” he growled.  His voice was lower, gravelly.  He sounded like an entirely different person.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Say it,” he demanded.

No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn.  “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.  

He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience.  You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it.  But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal.  God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess.  Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly.  “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh?  You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”

You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.

“You like that?  You like being my stupid whore?”

“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.

“But you like it, angel, I can tell.  Don’t lie to me.”

He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.

“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?  You asked me to fuck you.  Begged me.  Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”

“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words.  You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed.  “But, maybe you’re not playing.  You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could.  “N-no!”

“Not all the time, just when you’re wet.  Isn’t that right?  You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”

That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.

“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before.  Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs.  Your toes went numb.  You didn’t even know that could happen.  And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.”  You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to.  You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?

His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you.  For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.

“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder.  “You’re amazing.”

It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before.  It was comforting, but you were still a little confused.  “Really?”

He laughed softly.  “Did you not notice?  God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.

“Do you want some water?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled.  “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.

You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky.  You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math.  Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out?  Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now?  Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?

You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table.  He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…

At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification.  You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.

PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14

You furrowed your brow.  It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow.  No assignments due today, either.  And what was with the row/seat thing?  Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.

You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification.  It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message.  “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name.  You could only get a preview of the message…

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pic….

You were curious, or maybe just concerned.  Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him?  How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?

It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.

You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation.  Who didn’t put a password on their phone?

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pictures now?  I did what you asked.  I won’t tell anyone.  just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.

You felt a little sick.  You had no idea what this meant but it scared you.  You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense.  You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.

It was Jackie.  But she wasn’t alone.  She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.  

She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was.  You realized why now.  She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade.  You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material.  It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.

You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.

You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it.  You knew everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there.  But you had to see for yourself.

It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages.  Each had a label and a thumbnail image.

The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14.  45 images.

A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera.  PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8.  12 images.

Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups.  ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5.  6 images.

A nude selfie in front of a mirror.  PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2.  14 images.

And then the one that made your heart stop.  It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13.  1 image.

The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently.  Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin.  “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work.  “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”

“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend.  What you did to all those girls.”

“I didn’t do anything.  They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it.  Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”

“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged.  “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed.  “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific.  You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl.  You even had pretty good security, I respect that.  Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop.  It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it.  Including yourself.”

You shivered.  “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself.  And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job.  You watch some interesting stuff.  And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”

“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please.  This is so fucked up.”

He laughed a little.  “You look better in person though.  A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”

“Please just stop,” you sobbed.

“Stop what?  I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I should’ve listened to my friends.  You’re a freak.”

“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”

“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.

“I will,” he promised.  “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”

You felt sick.  But what else was new?

“I need to finally get some good pictures of you.  Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders.  Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation.  Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”

You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button.  He was prepared.

“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be good?”

You clenched your jaw.  “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are.  Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”

You hadn’t thought about it that way.  A pit formed in your stomach.

“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.