#take him serious for five goddamn seconds PLEASE

[howtozuzu]

thanks for coming to my ted talk

[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [27] - Midnight

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Some arguments have more tension than others.

Word Count: 2500

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship (I'm serious, they have issues), mentions of sex and fighting. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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Well then.

As it turned out, your plan to make your cousin look weak was working.

The first hit was an absolute success, and Ian was already crumbling. It was lucky for you that your father wasn’t getting involved and was giving him a chance to prove himself after the first attack to the shipment, because Ian was acting exactly the way you thought he would act.

Good.

It was going to make things much easier.

Bucky had dropped by to the apartment in the middle of the day to go take a shower which was quite surprising but judging by the blood stains on his shirt, it was needed. You were sitting comfortably on the couch, resting your feet on the coffee table with a book in your lap when he came into the living room and made a beeline to you to fling himself on the couch as well, pushing your book away to put his head in your lap. You pulled your brows together, tilting your head.

“Can I help you?”

If you didn’t know it better, you would’ve thought he was pouting.

“I need like five minutes to rest my eyes,” he murmured with his eyes closed. “How someone can be so goddamn stubborn, I’ll never understand.”

“Ah,” you said. “This can only be about—”

“Becca.”

You nodded your head. “What happened?”

“Mom wants to meet her girlfriend and Becca is acting like that’s a natural disaster.”

“Hurricane Winnifred,” you muttered and Bucky opened his eyes to look up at you, but then closed them again when you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair to play with it.

“Can you tell her she’s being nonsense?”

“I don’t think she’s being nonsense,” you told him. “Have you met your mother?”

“She’ll be nice.”

“Like fuck she will.”

“She’s nice to you.”

“Because she knows I won’t be nice if she won’t,” you told him. “Leila on the other hand…she’s way too polite.”

Bucky hummed and looked up at you again.

“Is Becca serious about her?”

“Oh absolutely,” you said. “Picket fence house and all that nonsense.”

“With a civilian,” Bucky mumbled. “That’s going to be fun.”

“Becca would never get with someone in the business, you know that.”

“Oh I know that, but I don’t think my parents do,” Bucky said. “They still hope it will happen.”

“Winnifred and my aunt would get along well,” you muttered. “Both boy moms.”

“So are a lot of people.”

“No there’s a difference between a boy mom and a boy mom.”

“You make zero sense, Charm.”

You shrugged your shoulders, still playing with his hair but his phone buzzed, making him let out a groan.

“No!”

“You’ll be fine,” you said and he sat up with a sigh, his eyes darting over the lines before he chuckled.

“Jesus, he really is the worst heir ever.”

“Ian?”

“Guess where he’s routing the next shipment.”

You frowned. “Where?”

“West side second dock.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Has your father never taught him anything, seriously?” he asked and you covered your mouth.

“West side second dock, Jesus Christ…”

“I’d better have a decoy shipment then,” Bucky murmured. “Just in case.”

“Yeah that’s a good idea,” you said. “The cops will follow that shipment and bust it with any other shipment that day.”

“I’ll talk to my guys in the force, let’s see how that plays out.”

“Both us and the cops winning,” you mused. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“They’re not winning, it’s just going to be their small victory so that they’ll shut up for a while,” Bucky said as he stood up. “I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Sure,” you said as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll meet my dad but I’ll be home around dinner time.”

“Have fun,” he said and walked out of the apartment, and you heaved a sigh.

“Yeah,” you muttered. “I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

                                                    *

Your lunch with your father was pretty interesting, because you knew he was trying his hardest not to let you know about the so-called attack, but he was way too tense for you to think everything was going well. You took a look at the bodyguards in the restaurant, then sipped your rosé, leaning back.

“So,” you said. “How is everything with the business?”

He shot you a look.

“You took longer than I thought you would,” he commented and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m just making small talk—”

“Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fine,” you said. “I heard about the attack.”

“Of course you did,” he muttered more to himself, then sipped his drink. “There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

You tried to control your expression.

“I know,” you said. “Doesn’t mean I’m not curious. Do we know who’s behind the attack?”

“Not yet,” he said. “We’re searching for it though.”

Tension churned at your stomach but you nodded your head calmly.

“What shipment was it?” you asked. “You normally have multiple men around the perimeter, but Bucky said it looked like a sneak attack. How did they get past your people? Did they kill them?”

Your father licked his lips and heaved a sigh.

“Ian was responsible of that shipment,” he said, making you arch a brow. “He must’ve—Y/N.”

“What?” you asked innocently and he licked his lips.

“He will stumble a bit, everyone does when they first start taking responsibilities.”

You hummed.

“Funny,” you said. “I didn’t notice that with Bucky. Or Sam. Or Steve.”

“Ian is a bit more…enthusiastic to prove himself than they were, perhaps.”

You tried not to grimace at the blatant lie and took another sip so that you could control your expression.

“I’ve been told he’s fixing the situation,” your father said. “He’s much more angry at the situation than you or me.”

“But are you angry?”

“It happened in my territory, and it was my shipment, my business that they attacked,” your father said even though his voice was calm. “Of course I am angry.”

Guilt burned at your stomach but you knew you couldn’t let it affect you; what you and Bucky had done was necessary.

It wasn’t just your father’s business, it was going to be yours one day and you had to prove that Ian was a terrible option.

For the business, and the city.

One of the bodyguards came closer to mutter something to his ear and he nodded, then wiped at his mouth.

“Duty calls,” he said and you took another sip of your wine, then put the glass on the table.

“Alright.”

“Want me to drop you off?”

“No need, my driver is here,” you said as you both walked out of the restaurant. He hugged you and you kissed him on the cheek.

“Be careful.”

“Always am,” he said and one of the bodyguards opened the door for you, but before you got in, you heard your father’s voice again.

“Y/N.”

You turned around to look at him better. “Yeah?”

“How would you prevent it?” he asked. “If it was your shipment?”

A smug grin threatened to pull at your lips but you bit inside your cheek, then heaved a sigh.

“Twenty men around the perimeter,” you said. “Additional ten in every half mile, three hour shifts in rotation. Couple of cops under our pay in the outer skirts, preferably by the bridge and at least three people watching the street footage so that we would know the license plates of every car that gets a bit too close for future reference.”

He blinked a couple of times, the impressed expression on his face impossible to miss and you felt your stomach do a happy flip, then shrugged your shoulder, forcing yourself to focus.

“But it doesn’t matter,” you told him. “I’m not your heir, am I?”

With that, you got in the car and the bodyguard closed the door, the driver starting the car immediately. You grinned to yourself and leaned back in the seat as the car started moving through the street smoothly and you closed your eyes.

“Yet,” you corrected yourself. “I’m not your heir yet.”

                                            *

Bucky had texted you, saying he would miss dinner because of a meeting taking long so you had ordered some takeout, curled up on the couch with Alpine in your lap. Towards midnight he still hadn’t come home so you texted him only for him to text back the meeting was still going on, and you picked a show to bingewatch in the meantime.

For some reason you liked it when Bucky was beside you on the bed when you went to sleep.

You were so focused on the episode that you hadn’t even noticed when your phone buzzed, so when you saw the text notification from Ian, you frowned slightly.

You and Ian didn’t really text each other.

You touched the notification and sat up straighter much to Alpine’s meow of protest the moment you saw the picture of Bucky and Anna by the docks. Bucky was leaning back against the car with Anna right beside him, laughing at what you could only assume something he said.

From: Ian

Ouch. Didn’t last long huh?

Fury spread through you so fast that it made your head spin and you stood up from the couch, Alpine jumping to the floor as well. Your jaw clenched as you zoomed into the picture, then ran a hand over your face.

Of course.

The so called meeting was just a fucking excuse.

You didn’t even know why you were getting so angry, after all this whole thing was just a business deal but that was the thing; you two had a deal. That was his only request going into this marriage, that you two wouldn’t see anyone else behind each other’s back but there he was, breaking the same rule he had implemented. A mob boss not being faithful wasn’t supposed to be a surprise; you had grown up seeing it over and over again, Bucky’s own father included but this?

This was disrespect, and the fact that Ian was the one telling you about it made it so much worse.

You tried to see through the fury pounding in your head, tossed the phone aside and dug your fingernails into your palms, gritting your teeth.

That motherfucker.

How dare he?

By the time the front door opened, you had been pacing in the living room for the last half an hour, still lost in your own anger but Bucky’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks.

“Honey I’m home,” he joked as he walked in and you narrowed your eyes at him, making him tilt his head.

“What happened?”

Even if anger was radiating off of you and you knew that he could tell, you managed to smile but you had a feeling it was more of a snarl.

“How was the meeting?” you asked, your voice eerily calm and he licked his lips.

“It was fine?” he said like a question. “Why do I get the feeling that I’m about to be shot?”

You walked to the couch to grab your phone, then found the pic, your hands nearly shaking as you tossed him the phone with more force than necessary. His gaze fell on the screen before he looked at you again.

“You put people on my tail?”

“You fucking asshole!” you lunged at him but he had the same training as you had – probably heavier considering the cage fight- because he caught you basically in mid-air and twisted your arm, then pushed you before you could grab him.

“Sweetheart,” he said. “You know what the psychiatrist said about open communication, let’s talk about this.”

“You’re going behind my back?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, it was a business—”

“Bullshit!”

“A business meeting,” he said as you took off your earrings to toss them aside, making him pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Charm baby, let’s not.”

“Oh no, let’s,” you said as you jumped over the coffee table but he caught your leg before you could reach him and threw you easily to the corner of the room. You landed on your feet just as easily but the vase by the corner fell off its stand to smash into pieces. Bucky’s bodyguards by the hallway must’ve heard the noise because the door slammed open, Hannah and Paul walking inside with their guns raised.

“Mr. Barnes?”

“Leave,” Bucky ordered, rolling his shoulders back as you gritted your teeth and pulled the pocket knife out of your waistband, flipping it open.

“…Sir?”

“Everything is alright, me and my wife are just having a small disagreement.”

“Mr. Barnes, are you—”

“She’s not going to do anything to me Paul but I can’t guarantee the same thing for you,” Bucky said. “Leave, close the door behind you.”   

Hannah and Paul lowered their guns, exchanging glances.

“Leave!” you snapped and they both rushed out of the door, closing it behind them in a hurry. Bucky gave you a smirk and opened his arms as if inviting you.

“It was a business meeting, princess.”

“In the middle of the night?” you asked as you stepped closer to him, both of you circling each other. “By the water? Are all your meetings that romantic?”

“We had to go check the shipment’s security because I don’t want to raise any alarms when Ian’s shipment gets busted—”

“Do you seriously think I’m that much of a gullible idiot?”

“Nah, I think you’re just jealous. It’s adorable, really.”

“I’m not fucking jealous!” you exclaimed as you lunged at him again, this time wrapping your legs around his neck to slam him to the ground even if he managed to knock the blade off your hand in the meantime. As soon as you two hit the ground, he caught your leg and flipped you two over, his hand shooting up to grab you by the neck, not putting any pressure but still strong.

Oh—

Oh fuck, this wasn’t supposed to make your heartbeat faster.

The only sound in the room was both of you breathing hard while you glared at each other for a moment, desire roaring through your veins, making your head spin.

Then his lips crashed into yours.

All your senses were too full of him for you to even think it wasn’t the best idea and to be completely honest, you couldn’t give two fucks whether it was a good idea or not, especially not when he was kissing you like this. You had no idea when you two had started ripping each other’s clothes but it was only when you felt his fingertips brush your bare waist, awakening fire underneath your skin did you realize you were only in your bra. You pulled at his crisp button up shirt until the buttons scattered around the room before you impatiently pushed it down his arms and bit at his lip, making him hiss for a moment to pull back to look down at you.

“Behave,” he warned you, smirking slightly and you tilted your head, arching a brow.

“You first.”  

He let out a chuckle, then winked at you and leaned down to kiss you again.

Chapter 28

[klanceogies]

klance existing in a space war is soooo good cause they're the most selfless motherfuckers on this entire fucking universe ever. they would die for who they love in a heartbeat it's not even funny.

like imagine there is a life or death situation, one of them has to stay behind to buy the other time to escape and give them a chance of survival. they would both turn to each other and would tell the other that they're the one staying. they argue and it's desperate and messy and they've never been more terrified in their lives, but mostly for the other. in marriage they say until death do us part but they've been this devoted much much earlier. after fighting gor years in an ingergalactic war, they've accepted that they might die at any moment, during any mission, in any planet. but trying to accept the other dying is just soul crushing. because he's too good to die and if there is anyone who deserves to live is him. and they both have this train of thought until then. until they're face to face with the unevitable.

(more under cut this cause it was just a ramble and then i ended up kinda going insane????)

they're both determined to stay. when lance realizes that keith won't budge, and he is probably the most stubborn person in the universe, he says "fine." keith is relieved for a split second, but lance isn't done, "but i'm staying with you." and he has this look on his face. it's the same look he gets when they're entering on the battlefield for a serious mission. it's the same look he gets when tasked with shooting a tricky target. it's pure determination.

keith's gaze snaps back to lance's face, brows furrowed. "what? no! you're not- just one of us can be saved. voltron needs five people. you have to go, lance. you have to live."

""voltron needs five people"" lance scoffs. "this isn't a math problem, keith! you, out of everyone in this universe should know this. and if this is all about saving the universe or whatever then you are the one who should go! you're objectively the best pilot, the best soldier, the best leader to put an end to all of this. voltron needs you. the universe needs you."

"i'm not-"

"but i know you. i know you're going to dismiss everything i just said because you're stupidly humble when you're not trying one-up me. and i know that you're not changing your mind no matter what i say. so if you already decided to be so goddamn stupid and stubborn then i'm not leaving you behind either! i just can't leave you behind." then, quieter, "i don't think i could live with myself if i did."

keith shakes his head. he scoffs and blinks back tears, with a disbelieving, desperate smile on his face. he thinks he is losing his mind. "lance, this isn't logical. you-"

"since when do you even try being logical before doing something?!"

keith grits his teeth together. this isn't how this is supposed to end. how they're supposed to end. "since there was the chance of you surviving this to go back home alive and well and see your family and you're not taking it!"

lance inhales sharply. speechless, the first tear falls.

keith sighs, "i don't have anyone to go back to, lance. you do. you can go and move on and live and be happy."

"move on," lance repeats flatly. it's his turn to look at keith with confusion, as if he had grown a second head. "after leaving you behind," he asks, more like a statement.

"one day!" keith holds lance's shoulder, in a motion as to shake him awake. he needs lance to believe this. "one day so much time will have passed that i'm just gonna be a funny memory of some guy who was old annoying rival-teammate."

lance keeps looking at him. he shakes his head, almost imperceptibly. his cheeks are painted with tears. keith seizes his opportunity.

"please," his voice cracks. "please lance, if you can't do it for yourself do it for your family."

keith is suddenly plunged into the frozen waters of guilt with the thought that he was the one to cause the pain that is painted on lance's face.

"you're an idiot to think i could ever move on from this."

*from you* goes unsaid. it is spoken through lance's warm lips on his.

keith doesn't close his eyes; it's over before he can even register it. the slight taste of blood and salty tears and the feel of bitten but soft lips. lance's hand cradles his face as his eyes scan over his face, as if to keep it in memory. keith is left stunned, speechless.

"goodbye, keith," lance mutters.

keith looks at him. really looks at him. he opens his mouth, with so much to say and nothing at all. he hopes his eyes show how much he means, how much he feels. his only reassurance is lance's last small smile. it's fond and bittersweet.

suddenly, laser shots can be heard in the distance, and lance's hand falls from his cheek. keith snaps out of his trance as lance walks away hurriedly. he's wiping his face with the back of one hand, readjusting the grip on his bayard with the other. keith still looks at the empty hallway long after lance has turned the corner.

once again, keith is alone, with the shots getting louder and louder with every tick. lance left, and keith is going to die, and keith didn't tell him he loves him. he doesn't know if saying it would change something. if he would stay. maybe out of pity. maybe out of fear that keith is only doing this because he is blinded by love or something stupid. maybe out of love too.

for the first time since they've gotten into this ridiculous situation, keith allows himself to cry. it's silent, and it isn't messy, however. there still is one last mission to complete. perhaps, he thinks, the most important mission of his life.

he squeezes his eyes together. then, he picks up his bayard and leaves the hiding spot. with a deep breath, he rises his shield and channels all the anger that built up inside of him. he hates the galra, even if he is one of them himself. he hates the galaxy garrisson officials and all the people who underestimated him. he hates voltron for choosing his friends and taking them away from their families. he hates this stupid war for taking everything from so many. he hates the stupid empire for making lance choose.

he starts walking to the opposite side of the corridor and into the darkness.

that's it i feel like i just passed out and when i woke up i had written this monstrosity even though i have never written like ever. this was supposed to be just a ramble so yeah it's messy but idc i just had to share my demons.

i also wrote this:

"and this is when lance is selfish. he is so goddamn selfish because he turns around." so yeah. lance goes back. and they survive this unlikely situation and get together and kiss yes because in my mind klance can never have a sad ending ever in the world so

[hello-nichya-here]

The dude who tried (and sometimes succeeded) in trying to win over women that were married/about to be married not once, not twice, but FIVE FUCKING TIMES!

I'm sorry but TED DID WHAT?!

Yup, you read it right. Ted Mosby, the guy that the writers were constantly trying to push as the perfect, most romantic lead in the whole world, apparently has a very serious homewrecking kink.

The first time was in season one, with Ted going to a matchmaker, and finding out that the only woman he'd be a good match with already went out with a guy that was slightly less ideal (according to the computer) and is engaged to him. Ted then finds out she's a doctor, goes to her place of work, and tries to convince her he is her soulmate, not her fiance - who she'll be marrying VERY soon.

Ted doesn't know this woman. Literally the only information he has is "She went on a matchmaker and her profile was a lot like his." That's it. That is all the excuse he needs to try to sabotage someone's wedding. This is also one of the few times in which we are supposed to be laughing at him, instead of wanting him to get the girl. Well, I think that was the intention, but God knows I stopped expecting common sense from this show a LONG time ago.

The second time homewrecking Ted is seen is during season 3. He decides to "live like Barney" (because OBVIOUSLY Ted would neeeever decide to do something like this on his own, please ignore the previous exemple, and the next three) and hooks up with a married woman during a party, and feels exactly zero shame or guilt over it until Marshall talks some sense into him. This is the LAST time in which we'll see that kind of behavior from Ted be treated as explicitly wrong by the show - even though his actions will only get worse.

Homewrecking Ted comes back in season 6, when he falls for Zoey, a married woman. A married woman he is constantly spending time with even though EVERYONE is warning him that this isn't going to end well as they all can see that what they have isn't just friendship. All except Zoey's husband, who thinks Ted is a great guy - in fact, when Zoey leaves him, the poor guy comes to the bastard for comfort, because he thought Ted was his friend.

Ted is 100% in the wrong, but the show thinks that his search for "The One" justifies everything plus they technically didn't become an item before Zoey made up her mind about who she wanted, so it's totally okay that she left her husband for him - after all, she could have maybe possibly been the woman of Ted's dreams, so who cares if she was the love of someone else's, her husband's, life.

The fourth time is at the end of season seven, when he falls back in love with his ex, Victoria, even though she will be getting married soon. The two of them almost hook up, but decide against it... for a little while. On the wedding day, Victoria wants to leave her fiance at the altar, and Ted is tempted to be with her, but he decides to do the right thing and take her to the church where the wedding will happen... and then changes his mind while driving, because once again, who cares about the other completely innocent dude when Ted needs to find "The One" - he is the ONLY person who deserves someone who loves him, right?

The show tries to remedy that by having Ted demand Victoria leave her would-be-husband a letter explaining why she wouldn't marry him because that's what Stella did with him. Guess what? That doesn't mean shit, he's still doing something horrible. A "I stole your future wife, man, sorry. But I made her write you a letter" doesn't fix a goddamn thing.

Oh, but the groom left too! Because turns out Victoria was NOT the right woman for him! That totally excuses Ted's behavior right? OF COURSE NOT! He didn't even know that when he decided to be with Victoria. As far as he knew, that dude was going to be left utterly heartbroken in the exact same way he himself once was - and he still thought he was justified in what he was doing.

And now we reach the big one. Season 8. Ted and Victory break up because, this whole time, during the years in which Ted has been pulling this kind of bullshit, he was actually NOT thinking that the doctor, or Zoey, or Victoria were "The One", as his true love was Robin all along, and SHE is the one he knew he'd always come back to - THEN WHY THE FUCK DID HE TRY, AND SOMETIMES SUCCEED, IN RUINING OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES?

And how does he handle the fact that the supposed love of his life is actually not interested in him, wants to marry someone else, and that someone else happens to be a friend of his that has REPEATEDLY asked Ted for his blessing to pursue Robin?

Well, you see, he sulks about how Robin should leave Barney for him. Because, you know, he loves her more, saw her first, dated her first, is the better man, found a locket she had buried years ago, dramaticly held her hand while it was raining and whatever excuse the writers can come up with to pretend Ted is only trying to sabotage his friend's wedding because "It's true love!" and not at all because he is a selfish, entitled asshole who has a habit of doing that.

In fact, on the morning of her wedding, Ted STILL wants to profess his supposed love for Robin, only to get shut down again AS SHE OBVIOUSLY MADE HER CHOICE VERY CLEAR A LONG TIME AGO.

Oh, but the writers want more drama and have her suddenly get cold feet and ask Ted why shouldn't she be with the guy who loves her so much. And what does Ted, the guy who has been sulking about losing her for months and stabbed Barney in the back by telling his bride he loves her and wants her to give him another chance, say as a response?

"The truth is I don't love you like that anymore. And you don't love me, you love Barney"

Yeah, we know that, asshole. We've known that for a while. And apparently so did you this entire time, YET YOU STILL TRIED TO STEAL HER FROM BARNEY MERE HOURS AGO! WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS?

Simple: because Ted is in love with the idea of love, and will project romantic feelings onto anything that breathes and has a pulse, and will go to absurd lengths to win over the (temporary) object of his affection, even if it means destroying people's lives - and in fact, that drastic consequence often doesn't even register as a factor in his mind.

And what do the writers of How I Met Your Mother do with this obvious character flaw? They use it to claim Ted is a true romantic, a SYMPATHETIC lead, the nicest of all nice guys, and eventually reward him by letting him have BOTH the actual perfect woman for him (Tracy) and also the woman that could not have been more wrong for him, yet that he was obsessed with for TWENTY FIVE YEARS, aka Robin.

Fuck this show.

[jacksmusesdrv3]

I know I've twisted myself into a goddamn pretzel the past five or so years trying not to be 'too much' and backing off when I am

but

A good deal of why I started the #dr literacy tag is precisely because of this- I am beyond tired and fed up, with the kinds of things that people have ignored and left on my back- whether it's to do with Kokichi, or V3 overall. It's easy to deflect and call me 'delusional', and five years later never even consider the implications of having called me that over what I've been trying to grapple with, much less apologise to me sincerely and genuinely try to understand where I'm coming from and why it's so hard to discuss in the first place- not to mention why it's so easy to make mistakes not least because the way Kodaka plays with themes can be decidedly insensitive (and I was clearly out of my depth with that when I started this blog)

This isn't about all of you. A good number of people here have been wonderful about this, even if they don't understand all too well. But frankly such people are the exception rather than the rule, and the rule is that people don't bother to interrogate their own biases about Kokichi, or really grapple with the way him and V3's narrative might be constructed with bias. And this unwillingness to accept ambiguity and nuance results in some genuinely hurtful behaviour towards people who try to point out that, maybe, not everything was even his fault, or that his character and situation is far more layered than it appears on a first run of the game. Or even a second, or third.

So I'm gonna need people in that camp to swear that you'll do better about this going forward. No really. This situation I've been in didn't come out of nowhere, and while I've beaten the proverbial horse to death that I haven't always been fair or reasonable either, that does not mean I should just back myself into a wall and take the status quo that is 'Tsumugi is telling the truth and Kokichi is just a clown' as a 'fact of canon'. Because there's a very good chance that that might not even be true, and that there's even more tangled messes Kodaka left in the text to unpack that you never even thought of, and that really NEED extra care and nuance to fully understand.

I know you're probably sick of hearing this from me by now. But this is an issue that can never be helped until it's faced head on, and the effect of basically being pathologised over it (due to *checks notes* autism), is seriously damaging- the inability of people to address things as serious issues and themes rather than 'just the pet theory that came out of my nutty head', is something I cannot, on principle, force myself to accept. So please just think about the way you're approaching issues in the future. I will try to do the same.

[kanazawa-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Joey Kurusu

~~ October 9th ~~

“The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.”

Login Lines:

“Ow…ow….fuck, my back, I think I fucked up my spine even more after that crack, I didn’t think I was sitting here for that long, I could’ve sworn it was 10 PM when I first sat down, now it’s 8 AM and-”

“OH FUCK WHO ARE YOU-eh? A present? For me? Hold on…no fucking way, I sat here this long to miss the day shifting into my birthday?!”

Voice Lines:

“It doesn’t even feel like I’m 25 to be honest, aside from more goddamn back problems (is there a name for a condition like reverse scoliosis?? Where your back is too fucking straight?), my body randomly shutting down on me, and a new layer of existential dread, not much has changed for me which…I guess I should be grateful? Meh, I don’t know.”

“I feel kinda bad for taking the day off especially since I was in the middle of a case but everyone down at the station insisted I do so, I mean I had the hours so there was no worry there but I don’t know whether to feel flattered that my coworkers care about me that much or offended by how quick they wanted me out of the office.”

“Hehe, I can always count on my mom to make me some delicious homemade food, it’s actually rare that I get to eat Australian foods…it’s actually rare that I get to eat real food period, y-yeah I know I got the money and somewhat the skills to make myself an actual substantial meal but…instant ramen is goddamn delicious damnit and I will stand by that for as long as I live!”

“My dad…? What about him? Unless that piece of shit died or got arrested somehow then please refrain from bringing him up around me, he’s as dead to me as I probably am to him.”

"Another year, another birthday…ughhhh your big brother’s getting old, Shanny. You’d totally tease me if you saw me right now, yeah yeah, I can already hear you laughing it up, I’m over here slowly withering away while you get to be young and beautiful forever…I bet you’re super famous now, heaven’s most precious angel, real fitting for you, lil sis.”

“Yo ‘Taru! It’s good to see you ol’ buddy ol’ pal of mine, finally had enough of sitting in that old stuffy office? Yes, yes, I know, you’re always oh so serious especially when it comes to work, come on man, live a little! It’s my birthday so you have to! A-ah! Wait don’t throw my present away!”

“O-oh wooooooow! It’s…what I always wanted, man, you’re a real natural at gift giving, I think you might a have a talent here-yeah okay, I’ll stop…I mean it’s not terrible, honestly it’s about what I expected from you, which is a good thing! At least they’re colored.”

“Ky! Hey man, what’s up? How you’ve been? I know you had to go back to the states for something, ‘top secret’ huh? Yeeeeeeah, I don’t think that’s the case but I’ll leave it alone, for now, good to have you back though! Eh? A gift? Hell yeah, dude! Whatcha got?”

“Siiiiick! I’ve been meaning to get another one of these! My old one doesn’t work anymore, plus it’s all sticky and gross…NO NOT FROM THAT! It’s sticky and gross from all the times I’ve been eating over it! C’mon man, I’m not that much of a degen-…oh shut up and give me that.”

Wataru Lines:

“Happy birthday, Joey. Not even five minutes and I already want to leave, first of all, I take my job seriously and it would benefit you greatly to do the same and second, I am living just fine, I don’t need your assistance. If you’re going to behave like this then I’ll just take my leave and send this back. Good, here you go.”

“For someone so good at calling others on their BS, you sure are an awful liar, Kurusu, just say what you really mean and spare both of us the theatrics. Yes, well, I figured you could always use extra pens, god only knows how you run out of so many so quick so I took the liberty of getting you more, I would’ve gotten you more suitable ones like black, red, or blue but they were out unfortunately.”

Kyler Lines:

“Hey Joey, happy birthday, yeah sorry for leaving for a while but I talked it over with Wataru and he was cool with it. Hm? Sorry pal but that’s top secret information, whatever man, I’m still not telling you, anyways, I’m glad I made it on time, I got you a gift too, yeah, here.”

“Yeah I remember you kept complaining about how your old keyboard kept freezing up and not working on you so I got you a new one. Look, I’m not one to judge what a person does on their free time but maybe cut back on the mas-oh, well still, maybe don’t do that. C’mon man, I’ve seen your fyp, you are not fooling anyone with that bullshit.”

[iliaclwrites]

omg ur cheerleader!reader x Eddie stuff Is so cute wtfff 😭😭 I was wondering if u could do some angst /fluff where cheerleader gets into a car crash or something (gets hurt) 🥺🥺 and Eddie is just 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😡😡 Tysm ❤️

"Miss?" asked the nurse, a few hours after you came-to. "Your husband and son are here to see you."

You blinked stupidly you saw Eddie and Dustin arguing through the window of the room. You flopped back onto the pillows. "Oh, cool. I'm definitely dead, then."

"I don't care," Eddie hissed, "let me see my wife!"

The nurse glanced down at you. "Aren't you a little young to have a kid that big?" she asked suspiciously, and you smiled at her nervously.

"He drank a lot of formula," you said, and she pressed her lips into a thin line, adjusting your pillow as Eddie and Dustin raced over to you. You waved weakly at Eddie, and he ducked to his knees the second he was close enough, snatching your hand in his and pressing it to his mouth. "Heya."

"Hi," he responded weakly, before standing up and looking you over. "Jesus Christ, pom poms. You look metal as hell."

You laughed painfully. "Just a few broken ribs, two missing teeth, and a re-broken wrist," you said, and ruffled Dustin's hair with your good hand. "You should've seen the other guy."

Dustin hauled two chairs up to the bed so they both could sit. "Did you like the wife thing?" he asked, looking up at you expectantly. "That was my idea."

You snorted, wincing. "Yeah, I did. Next time, can our wedding be more memorable?" you asked Eddie, whose hands were fluttering around your face, taking in the injuries. "Can't believe I completely forgot all about. Was so surprised when the nurse said my husband was here."

"Dustin," Eddie said seriously, handing him a beaten up wallet. "I'll give you five bucks if you go to the cafeteria to get coffee."

You blinked, watching as Dustin took off out of the room, and turned to Eddie. "You okay?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

He looked furious. "Am I okay?" he demanded, leaning toward you. "Pom poms, you were out for three fucking days. I didn't know where you were. Your mom made me sleep over in your house in case the hospital called."

You swallowed thickly.

He hadn't stopped. "They pulled me out of class," he added quietly. "I was in first period, for once, and Higgins fucking came in and asked to see me. I thought I wasn't graduating. Then he says car crash and girlfriend and I'm so sorry, and holy shit I thought you were dead."

You looked away, before scooching on the bed slightly. He stared at you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching as you struggled with the pillows. "I'm kinda doing like, a really good monologue here."

You made a grabby hand at him with your good fist. "Up," you said. "Monologue next to me so I can get a hug."

Eddie groaned, and clambered up onto the bed. "If this shit snaps and you break even more bones," he muttered, "I'm not claiming responsibility." You flung your good arm around him and pressed your head into his chest, nuzzling. "Just. Don't scare me like that again, okay pom poms? Please."

You looked up at him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love you," you said, suddenly, and he stared down at you. "Eddie, I'm serious. I love you. I'm sorry. About the car crash, not about loving you. But I love you."

Eddie groaned, and kissed the top of your head. "I love you too, pom poms," he murmured, resting his cheek on you. "God, babygirl. You're such a goddamn mess."

You smiled at him cheekily. "You love it, husband."

You felt his body stiffen beneath you, before he booped your nose. "Damn right I do, wife."

You swallowed thickly, and ignored the way that made you feel, slowly lulled to sleep by Eddie's soft breathing.

--

In the silence of the room, your parents finally arrived not long after Dustin had left, and Eddie shushed them as they came in. "Baby's sleeping," he murmured, glancing down at you.

You mother came and tucked a strand of hair around your ear, grabbing at her husbands hand. "Oh, my," she murmured, before turning to Eddie. "Thank you for being here, Edward."

Eddie shrugged, staring down at you. "I always will be, ma'am," he said, kissing your forehead while you slept. "Don't plan on leaving this one anytime soon."

Your father grunted, and shot Eddie an amused look. "No, I don't think so, seeing how the hospital seems to have her down as your wife, with a freakishly old child."

Eddie swallowed thickly. "Uh, surprise?"

"Indeed."

[userkhael]

undercover

Summary: You’re partnered with August Walker for an undercover mission as a newly married couple but you hate his guts more than ever. If only that one night stand didn’t happen.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Warning: smut, enemies to lovers trope, p in v sex, a bit of dirty talk? 

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I finally had the time to finish it. I would love every comment, like and reblog of you guys. I appreciate every one of them. Also this is not beta’d so expect some errors. Aside from that, enjoy!

**I edit my own work, this is not beta’d and there will be errors. I do not consent for my work to be reproduced outside of Tumblr without my permission.**

Tucking your gun in the holster, you grab your jacket and make a mental note to pick up some coffee on the way home. Maybe some Thai takeaway too. But when your boss called your name from his cubicle, your head perked up. This can't be good. You've always been a good agent and everything you were told to do. Hell, maybe break a few faces here and there but it comes with the territory.

"Good luck, Agent Y/N. Looks like something serious."

Well, it can really be something more serious when you're meeting the boss face to face than to get a folder as debriefing information.

Your boss's office is what a typical chief's office looks like. Plain and boring. You enter the room, standing and you nod at him when you notice a huge frame leaning on the bookcase, pretending to read something. You caught a glimpse of his eyes looking up and you rolled your eyes at him.

What could Walker be possibly doing here?

"So..." Your boss stacked the papers neatly on top of another and pulled a fresh one from the leather-bound sitting on his left.

You didn't take a seat. Not with the menace lurking in the room. Funny because that's what they call him nowadays and they're not wrong. He's a bit of a troublemaker everywhere he goes.

"You and Agent Walker will be on an undercover mission. We've already set everything up. The house and all you will need. The folders will be sent to you at 0700. You will review it and proceed to your flight at 0900."

"Hold on —" Your boss looks at you, raising his brow like he's waiting for you to explain why you'd just interrupt him.

"Anything you want to say, Agent Y/N?"

August clears his throat and smirks, looking at his well-polished shoes. Goddamn him.

"I wasn't briefed about —"

"I am briefing you now, aren't I?" You fell silent for a few minutes and when you looked back at August, he's shaking his head like he's enjoying this. Even though you shouldn't be speaking out of anger and annoyance, you took the courage to speak. Your boss is the best in this field and he's not that easy to please. So you get why he's giving you daggers from across the room when you questioned him about being with Agent Walker.

"Why him?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand the question." Your boss crosses his arms on his chest and you're prepared for a battle you know you will never win.

"Why not?" August answers and flashes me his fang-filled perfect smile. All the ladies in here must've been kissing the ground he walks on, but you're not one of them. You can smell trouble five miles from him so it's instinct to stay away.

"You shut your fucking mouth!" You couldn't stop saying to his face. You kept staring each other down when a loud bang could be heard in the room when your boss slapped his hand on the desk.

"You two are the best in this field. This is our one chance to infiltrate and sniff out one of the biggest links to one of the drug lords in this country. Your petty fights shouldn't be more important than starting to think about strategies to get this done. Yes?"

You gave August another death stare before answering your boss. Out of all the people that could be paired with you. It had to be him. For every second that you're spending with him will be a waking reminder of how stupid you are waking up in his bed. It was one of the worst decisions you've ever made in your whole life and you're not planning to repeat history. You found out he's terribly obnoxious and a hundred percent an asshole.

Finally, your boss lets you go and you can't help but think about the misery you just subject yourself into. It's not like you can back out. This is a pivotal moment in your career. The more missions you get yourself into, it somehow gets you closer to the promotion you wanted all along.

"Glad to work with you again, Y/N." August's voice traveled like a breeze against your skin. He always has that effect on you. He's somewhat making you feel like everything is quicksand and you're sinking painfully slowly. This is the reason why you had to get him out of your system. You thought having sex with him would stop it but it just made everything worse. It's like whenever he's around you'd like to light him on fire. You hate him so much.

"Do not talk to me." You breathe through your nose and try to think of happy things to relax.

"C'mon, it's been so long since we hung out. You've been avoiding me."

"Yes, I am. I can't stand you." August is way taller than you are and he has that aura on him. He looks dangerous and he feels dangerous but somehow you crave his touch to make you feel safe.

"Just thought I'm doing you a favor." He smirks and looks down on you and you shake your head. He's good at playing head games.

"Whatever." You walk out the building and he's following you.

"Have you read your email? Some information was sent there."

"I'll get to it later on."

"I think you should read it right away."

You turn to him and he seems to be serious so you pull out your phone and check your emails. Since your computer is already shut down for the day.

You open the one that says "Confidential" and you read the first few sentences and when you reach the part where it gives you information about what your roles are, you almost drop your phone.

"What the fuck?"

August chuckled and walked away and you're left with so much hatred in your heart you can kill him in his sleep.

***

The flight wasn't that long but the headache that's brewing in your head is lethal. You and August are pretending to be newlyweds to infiltrate one of the town's main sources of illegal firearms. One of intel mentioned the leader owns a series of apartments and an opening was posted three days ago. And here we are.

This mission is easy as pie if not for the man beside you. He looks casual with his faded jeans and gray sweatshirt. The muscles in his chest and arms are trying so hard to get out of the fabric. August is the kind of man who can flip a man his size upside down without breaking a sweat. He's incredibly competitive, very good in tactical missions and just someone who can easily kill you if he wants to.

Everyone's preparing for landing when a flight stewardess walked by just as August removed his sunglasses. You admit he looks extra sexy with it on.

"Uh, excuse me. Do you happen to have aspirin? My wife has a terrible headache." August pointed at you and you looked up and smiled. The stewardess was giving your "husband" flirty eyes throughout the flight and you bet she's not expecting he's married. There's a pang of jealousy in your chest that shouldn't be there.

"I'll get it." She says in her most seductive voice.

"I appreciate it, thank you." August said before facing you and just caught you rolling your eyes.

"You should be thanking me "wife". I'm taking care of you." He held his knuckles against your cheeks and you felt the electricity coursing your body. This feeling, you should shut it down right now. The heart feeling things should be illegal.

"If you want to fuck every breathing human being while we're here, please, leave me out of it."

August doesn't answer and that's when the stewardess came back and handed you two Aspirins and a bottle of water. August remained silent throughout the off boarding. While you waited for your ride, you thought you'd been harsh and just really experiencing a terrible headache.

August is standing and looking down at his phone, a cup of coffee on the other hand. You walk towards him, not too close but close enough so he can hear you.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just having a terrible headache. Thanks for looking out for me."

August looks at you up and down, puts his phone in his pocket and sips his coffee, without breaking eye contact.

"Just remember this, if I wanted to fuck every breathing human being while we're here, I'd start with you."

You obviously hit a nerve and thought it would all be okay with a simple sorry. But August is just as complicated as the calculus you took up in college.

In exact timing, your cab arrives and August takes care of both of your luggage. Once you're inside the cab, August slides in beside you and he's still quiet. Now, both of you should have the mission in mind and be professional towards one another.

Arriving at the location, you expected something that's dingy but the buildings here are well kept. If we didn't know the real story behind this place, we would never have thought it being owned by a drug lord.

A thin, old man introduced himself as the landlord and gave your keys to the apartment.

"I thought the owner would be here." I say nonchalantly. We were told the owner would personally give us the keys and would give a tour.

"You thought wrong. The owner only ever come in here to pick up his money. So, you won't be able to see him often."

You nod and August signed something that looks like a ledger book. You would expect everything will be modern and logged into a computer but it looks like it's not.

"I heard you're newlyweds." The old man said and August turned around to answer him.

"Yes." He said, more clipped.

"I don't want neighbors complaining about noise of you rutting each other."

You're sure your cheeks are now red and you can't hide it even from August. He looks down at you, with no expression in his eyes. He's currently on work mode.

"Well, then, let's get you settled in."

The old man name Hector, toured you in the apartment, showed where certain things are. Once he's done, he walked out like he never wanted to be there in the first place.

You settled in bed and decided to unpack later on. My headache disappeared so you just lie in bed looking up at the ceiling. You haven't really talked who's sleeping on the bed and who's sleeping on the couch. But you know, you sure aren't sleeping on the damn couch. But thinking about how small the couch is, you suddenly feel guilty.

You step outside and find August setting up his laptop. He's still in work mode so you prepared coffee. The apartment looks decent and with the amount of rent, it should be.

You place the coffee beside him and he didn't even look up but muttered a "thank you" under his breath. He's still mad about the plane. Before you can even walk away, his hand dig into your arm. You immediately look back and see anger in his eyes.

"What is this?" He gestured to the coffee. His laptop is now shut and he's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. He probably could.

"Uh, coffee?" You say and he scoffs.

"For someone who despises me, sure as hell doesn't look that way." He stands up, coffee cup in hand then he spills the dark brown liquid in the sink, without breaking eye contact with you.

"Ha. What a fucking asshole." You say, looking at him as he comes back to his seat.

"Yeah, I know. Many times you've called me that. Oh, and by the way, I'm not sleeping on the couch so better choose your side of the bed now."

You wanted to slap him across his face but you tried calming yourself by drinking the coffee you just made. Both of your phone dinged and it's intel of the owner's schedule. He'll be here in a month. A fucking month of pure torture being in August's presence.

Finishing your coffee, you set it on the sink, rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher. August never spoke again and you're sure enough he won't for the rest of the day and you prefer it that way.

You suddenly feel tired so you lie down in the middle of the bed so as to not make space for August. He will be fuming and all you can do is laugh about it. Sleep came to you almost instantly and when you wake up it's already dark.

You stepped out of the room and August is nowhere to be found. Until you heard people laughing from outside, a male and a female. You slide the windows open and you peek, that's when you see August and a woman chatting. Well, not chatting but she's all over him flirting. You feel your cheeks heat and the feeling of anger takes over you.

You stepped out of the balcony and the woman is the first one who sees you. August looks up and smiles back at the woman while pointing at me.

"That's my wife. Y/N."

"Oh, you're already hitched. No worries, if you decide to part ways, I'll be here, waiting." She places her hand on his chest and my jaw dropped at her audacity.

"August, we need groceries, remember?" You say loudly than you should and August looks up at you confused and angry.

You wait for the knob to turn and prepare yourself for a fight. It's always like that with you and him.

"Really, August? Flirting can't be removed from your agenda in the course of this mission?" Your arms are crossed while he's standing in the kitchen, drinking water.

"Don't start with me, Y/N." He held up his index finger thinking you'd follow his every command.

"You just can't keep it in your pants, can you?"

He looks and charges at you with so much anger in his eyes.

"Fyi, that woman you're so angry about is technically the owner's girlfriend. So, I'm doing my job, Y/N. You're the delusional one. You can't admit you're jealous. Right?"

"Fuck no!" My voice's pitch becomes higher when I'm being defensive but I can't openly admit I was jealous because we're nothing more than colleagues. Well, colleagues who fucked each other. Feelings won't do us any good in this job.

"You can't admit that you're angry because you see with another woman. Isn't it?"

He's backing you up and you feel the wall behind you. His eyes are on you and you feel the air leave your body when his face is inches from yours. You can smell his minty aftershave and his manly cologne.

"Yes, I do feel something for you, August because I fucking hate you." You stand your ground and looks up at him. He smirks at you and you can feel his hand going up to your neck, holding you in place. You can't deny the tingles under your belly and how much it arouses you to be manhandled by him.

"I fucking hate you too, Y/N." His lips crash onto yours and your brain did a spasm for a few seconds. You pushed him and you're both panting, looking at each other.

You didn't actually know what you're doing but your hands are on his neck while he's lifting you up, his hands supporting your thighs clinging to his sides.

Your clothes are off your bodies in seconds and never did your lips parted. He throws you on the bed and it squeaked when you moved. He removed his pants until his naked before me.

"This doesn't mean I don't hate you, August Walker." I say, breathlessly.

"Tell me that after I make you come." He pulls both of my feet until my wet center is under his face. He looks down and looks up at me as he slides the fabric to the side. He hums and lay his tongue flat on your sensitive spot, not breaking eye contact. You pull his hair, like he can't be close enough.

"Oh, God, please." You can feel the white hot orgasm hitting you like a freight train. August smirks and plunges two fingers inside you.

"Now, what do you want?" His voice vibrated across your skin, like you're under his spell and his magical trance.

"I want you to fuck me." You say and he obliged. You can already see he's hard as a rock but you're not a slave of him so when his guard is down, you pushed him on the bed and sit on top of him. You smirk at him and he smiles, shaking his head.

"I wonder who comes first." You say, challenging him. You sink yourself on him without warning and he groans with so much pleasure. You gasp feeling his length and girth all at once. He smirks and accepts the challenge, moving his hips, thrusting in and out. But you know better and grind on him.

Both of us challenged each other until we're both sweating and on the edge of euphoria. You feel him stiffen and you're so close to exploding that all you can do is moan and slowly grind on him. He looks at you, sweat dripping from his forehead. He holds your neck with so much possessiveness.

"You win. I'm coming for you." His words sends you over the edge and as his thrusts quicken, your orgasm hit you like waves in the ocean. Your walls are quivering over and over again and then you feel him spill inside you. Your body is still shaking and he's looking at you like he's in awe.

"Come here, loser." He smirks and opens his arms. You lie on his chest while he's still inside you and stayed like that for a moment.

"This is probably the best mission I've done so far." He says and chuckles when you playfully punches his chest.

"Mission or missionary?" You ask and he chuckles.

"10/10 would recommend." He teases as he bites your ear and you feel the need to go all over again.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hiii, may I please request some Quality Angst like you write so well: a scenario of Mucho breaking up with his s/o who he's been with for a while, not because he wants to but because Izana ordered him to when he told him to betray Toman and join Tenjiku (no distractions, absolute loyalty and all that). Extra bonus points if he was planning to make things right after getting out of juvie but then... You know. Thank you, have a nice day!

Initiation: Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!Reader

wc: 843

tw: angst

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Izana tosses the thieved phone at Mucho, his lips turned up in a smirk. Mucho gapes internally at the man across from him, trying to think of an excuse. Any excuse. 

"You've put this off for too long, Yasuhiro." Keep calm, keep calm. "Call her right now. Tell her it's over. Or else you'll wish you had." Mucho picks up his phone slowly, feeling a sickening, gut-wrenching emotion tear through him.

"Call her." He glances at Kakucho as he raises the phone to his face. The half-blind man gives him an apologetic look; even Ran and Rindou seems to have a second-hand embarrassment on his behalf. 

The dial tone buzzes endlessly. 

"She's not picking up," Mucho mutters, thankful. 

"Call her again.”

"What if she's at work?" Rindou offers, but Izana gives him a withering glare. 

"Try. Again." 

On the fourth try, everyone begins to feel somewhat relieved.

"She's not going to pick up." 

"Yes, she will,” Izana smiles. It's nauseating to watch him transform into a sweet, seemingly docile person when Yasuhiro knows he's anything but that. Ran pipes up suddenly. 

"Her shift ends at what time, Kakucho?”

"Five-fifteen," he echoes softly.

"Then I'll wait with Mucho." Ran offers. "I'll make sure he does it." 

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Mucho's never been afraid of the Haitani brothers. And they've never been afraid of him. But Mucho's sweating and almost lightheaded at the present, his eyes glued to the cell phone in Ran’s hands as he wills it not to ring.

“I know this sucks,” Ran whispers, leaning over the back of his chair and grunting. “Sorry that you’re the one he’s taking his frustration out on.” 

Mucho grunts in response. 

“You know, I had to do this, too,” Ran laughs a little. “Really fucking sucked to tell my ex that she had to go… But I got over it.” 

Is that why you’re the way you are? Mucho wonders to himself, making note of the way the elder Haitani seems to have a new fling every other week. But he doesn’t ask the question out loud. He really doesn't care.

“You know, it’s almost five-fifteen.” Mucho flinches.

Please, please, please…

“Almost like a goddamn gang initiation,” Ran chuckles. “You would probably-–” Mucho’s phone buzzes fiercely in Ran’s hand. Ran looks down at the screen and blinks once. “Scam caller.” Mucho sighs in relief, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. Ran looks from him to the phone, then quirks his lips. “It would be a real shame if your phone just shut off for the rest of the evening.” 

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

Ran glances at the phone again, then turns it around.

"Damn. Sorry, bro."

The elder Haitani tosses him the phone and Mucho instantly presses the answer button.

"Yasuhiro," he hears, and your voice sends him into a spiral he's not sure he'll ever stop.

"Hey," he answers gruffly.

"Is... is something wrong?"

"We need to..." The words stick in his throat. "We need to..." You're silent on the other end, and Mucho feels the words bubble up like vomit. "We need to break up. I can't keep living this life with you."

Mucho hears the shaky breath and then the soft sigh. "Are you serious?" Your tone wobbles, and he can tell you're about to cry.

"I don't want to hear from you ever again, understand?" Tears prick at his own eyes as he leans over, trying to hide his face from Ran.

"Y-Yasuhiro, why--"

"I'm hanging up now."

The deed is done once Mucho hangs up. He gathers himself once more and straightens up, looking Ran in the eye.

"You're cold-hearted," Ran huffs, smiling a little. "I guess you're in now."

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Things are going to get better.

Mucho stands at the gates of the prison, hands gripping the bars without holding them too tightly. Thoughts flitter through his head like sand running through an hourglass, never stopping, never ceasing. But this time has made him harder, made him less susceptible to the whims and fancies of those surrounding him.

Yes, he'll get out of lockup someday soon. He never looks at the date, he only lets himself feel each second slip by him, each second that he can use to think of a way to make things right. You'd written to him twice while he was there, but after he didn't reply, there wasn't much else.

Mucho closes his eyes to try and remember what you looked like the last time he saw you. Each day the memory fades a little more, lines get less defined, and the sound of your voice becomes more muddled. His fallible memory haunts him day in and day out: were you wearing blue socks or black ones? Were you smiling?

It doesn't matter now.

Mucho knows that much. You'd undoubtedly changed. And he'd have to catch up to you in that regard. There was no doubt about him winning you back - it would just take time and patience. More patience than time, but it wouldn't happen overnight, that much he knew.

That much he hoped.

[writeformesinpie]

Rockin’ The Boat

Mark x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.3k

Genre - Smut / Crack

Summary -

It was meant to be romantic. Sex on a boat - what could possibly go wrong? The possibility of drowning never even crossed your mind.

Warnings -

Some swearing

A/N -

This is a part of the worst case collab. This was inspired by a similar scene in the film Captain Ron. Thanks to @naturalogre for hosting and sorry it's so late 😭

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It seemed like such a good idea at the time.

Sex on a boat. What could possibly go wrong? The possibility of drowning hadn’t even crossed your mind.

The boat was rented for the weekend so why wouldn’t you take advantage of the situation? You wanted this to be a trip you would never forget which is why you had snuck away from your friends as they played poker and headed below deck for some one on one time with Mark.

The thing is, now that you’re stuck inside the cramped shower stall with a wash cloth stuck in the drain and the faucet knobs floating around your feet as the water continues to rise, sex in the shower doesn’t seem as glamorous as promised.

“Something is jamming the door,” Mark says as he pushes his shoulder against it.

“No shit,” you say, trying to wedge yourself into the corner so you can kneel down and grab the stupid washcloth. “This boat is a death trap, I swear to God.”

“It was meant to be romantic,” he says with a grin and a wink before ramming into the door once more.

“Just stop. You’re going to break it. If I can just get this goddamn rag out of the drain.” You slink down the wall, water dripping into your already itching eyes before you lodge yourself against Mark’s waist. Twisting you try to pull back, jutting your hands out against the cool tile, your arse flush against the opposite wall. “I’m stuck. Mark. Move. Move, please. Move.”

“I’m having a little difficulty here myself.”

“I swear to God if I die here like this-”

“It’s okay. On the count of three you turn left as hard as you can and I’ll turn right,” he says, patting the small of your back. “Ready?”

“Count of three? Are we children? Just go now,” you reply, twisting your body in one swift movement. He turns against you and your bodies elicit a long squelching sound as you separate.

“Oh wow, we did it. Sweet! High five!” He holds up his hand for a few moments before lowering it with a small smile. “So I guess a blowjob is a no go.”

You slap Mark’s arm as he chuckles. “Be serious. We’re stuck in here!”

“Yeah, but if we’re gonna die anyway?” He quirks his brow before letting his hands glide over your shoulders and down your arms. “I mean, we might as well make the most of it.”

“I swear to God-”

Mark pulls you into his chest, pressing his lips against yours. His arms curl around your body, protective and strong, making you feel - even if only for a moment - like there is no safer place to be. He leaves a trail of kisses from your lips to your ear then down your neck. Wrapping your arms around him you cling to him in desperation, wanting to close a distance you didn’t realize was there. Your bodies are sleek with water, connected and warm.

Sucking on his bottom lip, you grind your hips against him, his hard cock massaging your throbbing clit. Heat races across your skin as a fire ignites within your core, the traction of skin on skin making you light headed. His hand sneaks down between your legs right as his lips claim yours once more forcing you to swallow the wanton moan threatening to burst from your mouth.

His fingers are swift. He knows your body like it’s his own. Within seconds you feel a rush of blood attempting to multiply and spill out before a flash of white sears outward from your closed lids as a sobbing growl exits your lips. The air is electric.

Panting you bite and kiss his shoulder, a lazy grin on your face before your eyes blink open. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that was amazing,” he says, nibbling on your ear.

“No, you idiot,” you groan, pushing him back and pointing at the water now spiraling towards the top of your ribcage, your breasts already partially submerged. “We should have spent this time trying to get out!”

Shifting your weight back and forth you search the bottom of the shower for the missing knob while wondering how the old decrepit thing is able to hold all this water without leaking. The one feature that decides not to fall apart is the lining of the shower. How wonderful.

You refuse to let this tight space be your demise. But more so you refuse to let his stupid friends find you in this position.

Leaning against the wall, you glide your toes across the small area. Frowning you jut out your foot, ignoring Mark’s legs and survey the bottom of the shower by touch. Where is it? Pinching your lips together you try again. As you start to stretch out your toes you feel eyes on you.

“What are you looking at?”

“We’re making eye contact.”

“So?”

“Making eye contact is really special,” he says with a grin before bending down to kiss the tip of your nose.

Shaking your head you let out a chuckle before leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips. “Mark, I swear to God-”

“Ah, Mark?”

Turning towards the frosted glass of the shower relief floods through your body as you see the outline of Jaehyun. He’s outside the door. You’re not going to die here after all.

“Yes, Jaehyun?” Mark’s eyes flutter over the silhouette of his friend before looking back at you.

“You’re using up a lot of water.”

“Yep,” Mark says with a shrug and you resist the urge to strangle him.

“There’s still a few of us that need to take showers. Plus we’re in the middle of the ocean, it’s probably best not to use up all the water in case of emergencies.”

“Oh yeah,” Mark says with a shake of his head. “We know, buddy.”

“Did you also know that the mop is blocking the door?”

“Yep, thank you.”

“I didn’t know that! Did you know that?” You punch him in his chest before the door flings open, the cold air biting your skin as you tumble over and land on the floor smack dab on top of Mark.

As you steady yourself, placing your hands down on either side of your boyfriend, you realize you're naked and Jaehyun is still behind you. Gasping you pull yourself up, grabbing the towel from the bed, you wrap it around your body as you jump back into the shower and slam the door shut, ignoring the mischievous grin forming across Jaehyun’s face.

“Dude, that was crazy!” Mark laughs on the other side of the glass door. “We could have died in there, bro.”

“Yeah, there’s a lot of water here. Are you going to need some help?”

“Oh really? That would be awesome, tha-”

“No, thank you,” you call from behind the shower’s glass. “We got it. Thanks.”

“You sure?” You can’t see his face but from his tone you can imagine Jaehyun’s signature sly smile playing at the edges of his lips. Smug bastard.

“I’m sure. You should go.” Heat spreads across your cheeks and burns down your back as you wait for him to leave.

“Are you okay?” Mark opens the door completely naked, half an inch of water swaying at his feet. He extends an arm to help you climb out of the deathtrap before he pulls you into an embrace.

“I’m fine.” You try to push back against him but he doesn't budge. “I’m fine, really.”

“Maybe I’m not.”

Sighing, you wrap your arms around him, stroking his hair. “Let’s just take turns having showers from now on, okay?”

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I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.

A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish

*not my gif*

The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.

“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”

Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.

“Uh.”

Good job. Very articulate.

You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.

“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”

The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.

Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.

“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.

“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.

You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.

“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.

Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.

“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”

“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.

“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.

“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.

“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”

Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.

“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.

You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?

You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”

“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.

He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.

“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”

“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.

“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”

“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.

“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”

“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”

You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.

“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.

“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”

Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.

“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”

“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”

“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.

“I’m not getting in that car.”

“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”

Your breath hitched as you processed his words.

“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”

“I-”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky turned and started walking down the street.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.

“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”

Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.

“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I love you, you idiot.”

[kiridarling]

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.

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eijirou kirishima | hard dom + dubcon jic + f!reader + exhibitonism + face-fucking + dumbification + car sex + more! minors dni.

"Made me come all this way...it’d be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it."

"No, no, no, no, no—c'mon," you cry as your car engine spits and sputters to a stop in the road, coughing like an old man with asthma before it's dead for good. Jamming your heel on the gas pedal, you twist your key in the ignition, but there's no use. You're fucking stuck.

You sigh, before slamming your forehead against the steering wheel. It's hard enough to sting, and the blaring horn startles all unsuspecting birds in a five-mile radius, but you could care less. Stuck in the middle of the woods at one in the morning, AAA membership-less with nothing but the clothes on your back and the vehicle you came with. Short cuts are a fucking myth.

Mina's the only person you can think of calling—because frankly, she's the only one who'd know a mechanic who could help at this time of night if one exists. Which you doubt. Severely.

"[Y/N]?" Mina answers, semi-urgently. You wonder if you startled her out of a good sleep, but knowing the night owl, her evening is just beginning. "What's up?"

"I'm fucking stuck in the middle of nowhere," you groan, banging your head against the back of the seat though you know she can't see you. "Car's not working."

"Oh no," she coos, and her pity is useless. "Do you have AAA?"

"No. Do you have a mechanic?"

"A mechanic...at one am? I don—wait," she interrupts before you hear something akin to rustling sheets. "I might have a friend who could help! But don't get your hopes up girlie, he's a heavy sleeper."

You shrug, shaking your head. "At this point, I'm desperate."

"Alrighty!" Mina confirms, and now all you can do is fucking hope her friend pulls through. "I'll give him a quick buzz and then send his number over, sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," you breathe, relaxing (somewhat) with your chin against the steering wheel. "Thanks, girl."

"Of course!" she cheers, and you wonder how someone could have so much energy at this time of night. "Good luck!"

"Thanks," you snort. "I might need it."

Riiiing! Riiiing!

Eijirou's had a long day.

A pipe busted at the auto shop today, resulting in an immediate flood—meaning they had to get everything that could possibly rust out as quickly as possible, aka everything in the goddamn shop.

So, yeah. He's had a long day, and when he's finally able to get under the covers and go the fuck to sleep, Mina calls him with this.

"Hey...Eijirou, buddy, best friend—"

"Mina, I love you, but what do you want?" Eijirou grunts into the phone, voice worn and ragged from limited sleep and his terribly long day. One am is never an appropriate time to call anybody, but he figures something has to be up—Mina's not the type to call in the middle of the night.

"Um, well. My homegirl’s kinda stuck in the woods with car troubles—"

"The woods."

It takes Mina a second but she hums in confirmation, and Eijirou can see her head nodding from where he lays. He sighs, rolling on his back to blink up at the ceiling. "Yep!"

"What is she doing in the woods at midnight?"

"I don't know!" Mina exclaims. Eijirou runs a hand over his face. "I just—please, Ei? She doesn't have AAA or anything and it's really, really late. All you have to do is hotwire her car or something, right? It's not like she totaled it or anything."

And dammit. Eijirou hates being a nice person.

"Just give me ten."

Mina practically gasps out a thank you, "You're a lifesaver Ei! Really! I—"

She's interrupted by the buzz of his phone—this time, from an unknown number. Eijirou raises an eyebrow, "That her?"

"Should be!" The pinkette says. Eijirou's feet finally touch the floor and it's painfully cold. His bed has never looked more appealing, and that's counting all those instances in high school. "Thanks again, Ei!"

"Yep," Eijirou says, popping the 'p,' before clearing his voice and switching the line. Customer Service at one am, here he comes.

"Red Riot Auto Repair and Services, how may I help you?"

All he receives is a grunt on the other end of the phone: "My car won't turn on."

Eijirou waits for you to give him a little more to work with, but it's clear that's all you have to say when you ask hello to ensure he's still on the other end of the line. Runs his hands through his hair, he silently prays he won't have to leave the house to get your car to work.

"Did you try jiggling the key?"

"Yes, I'm not stupid," you huff, and Eijirou's eyebrows fold in exasperation. He insists you do it again though, and hears the weak splutter of your engine through the phone with a heavy heart. "'S fucking useless."

"Did you try tapping the battery terminals?"

"The battery whatsitals?" You say, too loud and smart-mouthed for the very thin amount of patience Eijirou harbors. He reaches for his hair tie, satisfied enough with the messy bun he makes on the first try.

"Just send me your location," Eijirou sighs, moving for a jacket before snatching the keys to the shed. He'd rather just get this over with than beat around the bush.

Luckily, you're not far. 

"You drive that thing?" is your first comment, and Eijirou can't even appreciate your beauty before your first words shatter your image completely, and he's slamming the door to his truck with rolling eyes, rusted toolbox heavy in his hand. "It looks like Mater from Lightning McQueen."

Eijirou just stares at you for a second, just to see if you're really serious, and resists the urge to scoff when it seems like you are.

"It's a truck," is all he says, before marching around you and to the task at hand—your car. "Pop the hood."

You huff, but you listen, and Eijirou wastes no time in getting to work. You watch with your elbows balanced on the rim, curious but quiet, and that allows him to get in the zone enough to realize there are countless problems with your car.

"When was the last time you took this thing into the shop?" He probes. You click your tongue, eyes tracing the outlines of the trees as you search for an answer. That's never a good sign.

"Um...never?"

"And how long have you had it?"

"A few years," you nod, and Eijirou drops his head.

"It's a miracle you made it this far in the first place," he chuckles bitterly, shaking his head. What the hell is he going to do now? There's no way your car is moving anywhere tonight. You frown, jamming your hands on your hips.

"Well? Are you going to fix it or what?"

"I can fix it," Eijirou says with a shrug, closing your hood. "But not tonight."

"What do you mean not tonight?" You badger, breathing down his neck as he hikes back to his truck to set the toolbox down. There's no reason to carry it if he's not going to need it.

"I mean, your car's going to need a solid six months before it can run again, Sweetheart."

When Eijirou turns, you're much too in his face for his liking. He can practically feel your breath against his chest, and it has him rolling his eyes, leaning against his truck with arms crossed.

"Yeah, okay, but I need it to run tonight," you explain, gesticulating so wildly Eijirou fears his own chest may fall in the cross-fire. "Like, I need to get home tonight."

"I can't—" the redhead sighs, running his hand over his face. You're terribly difficult, and if Mina had given him a proper warning he probably wouldn't be here in the fucking first place. "Listen. My shop is out of commission for the next few days 'cause of a flood. I can work on your car or whatever, but it'll take a sec, so the most I can do is drop you at a hotel down the road or somethin'. Sound like a plan?"

"No," you growl, claws and all, and Eijirou wishes for nothing but death. "That doesn't sound like a plan! I don't know you, what makes you think I'll get in a car with you?"

Oh. My. God.

"Then you can spend the night in your car and have Mina come get you in the morning," he huffs, stomping over to the driver's side of his truck. "So it's either you're gettin' in, or I'm leaving ya."

With that, he slams the car door shut, shoves his key in the ignition, and counts to fucking ten, and on nine and a half you're flinging open the passenger door and bouncing in the seat, arms crossed over your chest in indignance. You don't even look him in the eye.

"Seatbelt," he warns. You tut.

"I don't need a fucki—"

"Put on the goddamn seatbelt."

You don't say anything, but he's satisfied by the click that follows. Eijirou shifts into drive and you two take off.

"The seat's so uncomfortable."

Not even twenty feet.

"Suck it up," is all the pity Eijirou has to offer. He's preoccupied with trying to get from this side road to a main road with, you know, actual civilization. The road is unsteady—unsteady enough that a bump sends the both of you flying towards the roof of his car, and naturally, you have something to say about it.

"Y'know, for a mechanic, you're not a very good driver," you say, and it has Eijirou's fists tightening around his steering wheel. His patience wears down until it has the height of a penny, and Eijirou worries for when it shatters because he has no clue what he'll do if it does.

"And it smells a little funky," you continue anyway, eyes wandering around the cabin aimlessly."Kinda like cheese. No offense."

Eijirou pulls over at that, teeth grinding. Is he really going to snap over cheese comment?

“Is this a condom?”

Yes. Yes, the fuck he is.

"Get out."

"Um—excuse me?" You blink, eyebrows raising in offense. "You're kicking me out. Because I found a fucking rubber?”

Eijirou glares your way and he's sure you can feel him radiating fury, and that's enough to convince you to hop out of the car without another word. He follows, slamming the door behind him.

"Okay? Now what?" You growl, and Eijirou loves it—the false display of confidence. Because he knows it won't take much to break you once he gets you under his thumb, and you'll look so pretty once he does. Cocking his head to his side, he tells you to come here without having to open his mouth. You follow.

"Now, on your knees."

You splutter at his request, rolling your eyes as if he wasn't being serious. Though you shut up once you hear the clink of his belt, lips widening in revelation, and Eijirou thinks you'd look much prettier with your mouth full.

"You made me come all this way—it'd be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it," Eijirou says, and the way you shiver implies that you like this more than you let on. He coos when you say nothing, "And for the first time today she's got nothin' to say. See? You're improving already."

He gives you a second to move. When you don't, he lifts an eyebrow. "Knees, Princess."

You do and Eijirou groans at the view, palming his hardening cock at the sight of your bambi eyes blinking up at him—and it's a pretty one, at that. Leaning against the door of his truck, he grunts, "Take it out."

Your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and Eijirou shivers upon contact with the cool air, but the warmth of your palm makes up for it. You spit on his cock with a curled lip and it's nothing short of crude, before you're swirling your tongue around the head and taking him as far as you can possibly go.

"Uh-uh," Eijirou tuts, grabbing you by the hair to pull your mouth off his cock. "We got at my pace, Sweetheart."

"Why?" You pout with a curled lip. Eijirou scowls.

"Because," he says, before stuffing half of his cock down your throat, "I'm gonna put that big fuckin' mouth to use at my pace."

With that, Eijirou thrusts into your mouth, using the grip he has around your hair as leverage. Your throat is impossibly warm and the way you choke has him keening, and that's enough for his hips to start picking up mindlessly.

"Shit—what a dirty fuckin' girl," he says, smirking when you moan around his cock. "You like this? You like sucking off a guy you just met?"

Your eyes flutter at that, nails digging into his thighs, and it nearly has him cooing. When you swallow around him Eijirou's hips stutter and he grunts, "In public, no less. Anyone could drive by and see you taking my dick down your throat...but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want the world to know how much of a slut you are."

Your hand falls between your thighs and Eijirou grins like the devil as he watches you touch yourself on the dirty road, desperate just because knows how to push the right buttons. That's enough to have him caving, demanding you rise to your feet and get in the backseat of his car.

"Hands and knees," Eijirou urges, his body towering over yours from behind. It's not long before he's pinning your wrists to the windshield with one hand and using the other to land a harsh slap on your ass; harsh enough to make you jolt forwards from the force.

"Such a pretty ass," he coos before slapping it again, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip to muffle the sound. "And it's all for me, ain't it, Princess?"

You nod, but Eijirou spanks you again—he's looking for an answer.

"Y-Yeah, yes, all yours just—" your hips wiggle in search of his cock. Eijirou chuckles, leveling his lips with your ear.

"Want me to fill you up, Princess?"

You gasp out a yes, nodding vehemently. The redhead finds he likes you like this much better, chest rumbling with arousal. "Yeah? How bad?"

"B-Bad, please, I need t—fuck!"

Eijirou stuffs you full with one thrust, and even he needs a moment, freehand searching to hold onto your hip while his grip tightens around your wrists. You quiver under him, and he swears he can feel your gut contract around his cock, eyelids fluttering when you grind against him.

"Holy shit," Eijirou finds himself wheezing, not expecting you to be so tight. You drop your head against the cool windshield, whimpering like the pretty little thing you are, shuddering as he pulls out before ramming himself in again until he's balls deep. You scream, back arching from the angle.

And fuck. It's impossible for him to stop after that.

"Fuckin' look at you," Eijirou chuckles, body practically caging you against the seat, "Drooling all over my window like a slut. Fuck, you really know how to get a guy goin' huh?"

“Pull—pull my hair,” you request, words from his pistoning hips. Eijirou tuts and rips your hands off the window in favor of pushing your head into the seat, not making a move to yank on your hair once.

“I don’t think you’re in the right place to be making demands, Princess," he growls before his hot palm cracks against your ass, hissing from the way you tighten around him when he does.

You whine at that, pushing into him the best you can. It only spurs his hips on faster, and Eijirou lets go of your hands in favor of grabbing your face instead, groaning at the sight of the tears shining silver from the moonlight. He likes the fact that you can't do much but gasp and rock against him, your hands falling to clit to finally push yourself off the edge.

He looks at you and all he sees is his dumb little thing, who can't do anything, let alone get her car to work, and that's when Eijirou realizes he doesn't want this to be as much of a one-time thing as he initially thought.

"Gonna...gonna cum," you slur, cheek mashed flat against his window. Eijirou fucks you into the door of his truck, pace quick and bruising, as his mind thinks of all the fun you two could have together—all the fun he wants to have with you.

"Cum, Sweetheart. Make a mess of my cock and my leather seats, yeah? Show me how good I make you feel."

You tighten around his cock, tight, and that's enough to send him spiraling into an orgasm of his own, hips stuttering to a stop as he fills you up. Though his hips never stop, not until you're coming around his cock with a broken moan, curled toes digging into his car floor. He watches you catch your breath, splayed across the seat, with a sudden realization that he feels much lighter, but doubts it was the sex that did the trick.

"You fucked your anger out now?" You wheeze, breaking the silence, and Eijirou snorts.

"I—yes," he says before his eyes trail to the scratch marks around your hips and thighs. "Are you...okay?"

"Never been better," you toss your arms in the air like you're on a rollercoaster but lack the energy to scream. It's cute and it had the redhead re-evaluating everything, wondering how the day could start so shitty and yet, end so well. "Are you okay?"

His eyebrows furrow, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno," you shrug, and Eijirou finds it hard to stay focused when you look like that. "You asked me, so. Everyone needs a post-sex check-in, ya know?"

Fuck.

Fuck, yeah he's definitely keeping you.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA: 

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

OH

MY

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

[nastyatticman]

Uhh hi

Could you do just phone sex with billy lenz but with a male reader? And like showing both povs

Sorry if that too much

It’s not too much! I love this prompt 👀 I love writing Billy’s POV too, it’s fun!

This ended up way longer than I intended but I had a lot of fun with it! Enjoy :3c

Billy Lenz x male Reader

Warnings: voyeurism, crude language (it’s Billy Lenz after all). Reader is male, and it’s written vague enough to be trans inclusive. (Well, it works for me, but YMMV. Words like cock, hole, etc are used) 18+ Only

Things were tense lately - you were having an awful time at work, and it didn’t help that people were always rude about your work’s mask policy. You just couldn’t understand how someone would complain about having to wear a piece of cloth in the five minutes it took to order donuts, especially to you, who obviously had to wear one all day and stay on your feet the whole time.

It was stupid. People are stupid. You were just glad to get back to your apartment and lay down for a while. It was a little lonely, just you and the plants since your roommate was out to visit his girlfriend’s family. Not that you’d missed seeing him every day in quarantine.

No, you kind of appreciated the privacy. Today you were frustrated and couldn’t think of anything that sounded better than getting off. So you watered the plants, grabbed yourself a drink, and loaded up a video you bought recently.

You started off slow, rubbing yourself through your clothes as the guys started making out on the screen - the big screen, since you finally felt comfortable watching porn on your laptop. As things started to escalate, you undid your pants, finally stroking your cock directly. But, like all things today, some stranger decided to interrupt you.

The phone rang down the hall and you almost let it ring, but you remembered your friend was expecting a call from a place he’d applied to, so you had to answer it anyway. Ugh. You rinsed your hand quickly and picked it up.

“Hello?”

The line was silent, save for some heavy breathing. God, not this guy again... You weren’t sure who the mystery caller was, but he’d grown on you. First you thought it was your roommate’s friend Peter playing a prank on you (even though you’d met him and his girlfriend Jess, and they seemed serious, despite how out of his league she was). You didn’t know, straight men are weird.

But Peter denied it when you had your roommate ask him, so... And besides, how many straight men call their male acquaintances to proposition them for sex?

At this point, it was tempting - you didn’t have time to meet people since the lockdown began, and your roommate was out...

The man kept breathing, once in a while making a strangled noise like he was trying not to laugh.

“Are you gonna get to the point already?” you asked him.

He laughed. “You want my cock, you pig? Fuck - fucking whore wants my fat fucking cock, filling up his tight ass?”

“Oh, quit projecting on me,” you teased. “I bet you’d want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?”

He was speechless for a second, and you heard something that could be him swallowing hard over the phone. His response was barely audible. “Maybe. Y- yeah.”

You smirked, you didn’t know if that would work. “Yeah, if I were there you know what I’d do?”

He took a shaky breath. “What?”

“I’d bend you over for me, yeah,” you said, voice low. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, but you brought the phone into your room, laying back on the bed, your hand back to stroke yourself through your pants. “If - if you’re wearing pants I’d rip them off, I don’t fucking care. I’d spread your cheeks and eat your ass.”

You thought back to something he said on a previous call. “You like tongue fucking, huh?” The only response you got was his breathing getting harder, the sounds of skin slapping against skin on the other end. Hook, line, and sinker.

“I’d fuck you on my tongue, fill you up with it, so you’re ready to take my fingers,” you continue. There was a strangled moan on the other end. “Start you off with one, I bet you’d want another just as fast. You’d beg for it, huh?”

“Fuck me,” he rasped.

“Someone’s a needy little... pig, huh?” you asked. He made a noise like he was choking, almost, which made you nervous for a second. But he seemed fine by the way he kept at it. Only thing that was being choked was his chicken on the other end of the line, you were sure. “What do you have to say to that?”

Click.

The only answer you got was a dial tone. That dick hung up on you!

Well, shit, you were already there, you may as well... You put the phone down and laid back, stroking your cock again. You had no idea what that guy looked like, but the sound of him moaning and touching himself over the phone was more than enough to get you off...

The rest of the day passed normally. Unsurprisingly, you got a good night’s sleep after that.

After another grueling day at the workplace, you got back to your apartment. Your roommate wasn’t there, but you saw that he left you a note on the counter explaining he was going to see his girlfriend again. That was fine by you, you... wouldn’t admit it, but you were maybe hoping for another call.

What you didn’t expect was how soon it would happen.

—

Billy watched the man walking up to the apartment complex, and slowly made his way to where he’d been staying. There was a surprisingly large storage room that had decent phone reception, and it was easy to steal from the building’s laundry room bit by bit if you knew what you were doing...

He waited and listened, drumming his fingers on his thighs. If he was quiet enough, he could just hear the sound of you unlocking and closing the door behind you. Click. Locked again.

Billy flipped open his phone and checked the time. 4:45. Okay, he’d give you maybe 7 minutes to get comfortable before he called. He flipped the phone closed, and grabbed something to occupy himself. It just was a broken Rubik’s cube he swiped from someone who visited a few weeks ago, but it was enough to keep him from getting tempted and getting to the main event before he even got you on the line with him. Well, that and to keep him from agonizing over it. He’d never had someone take over like that with him... he had plenty of people tell him to fuck himself, sure, but none so far that had told him they’d fuck him themselves.

None like you.

Eventually he gave up trying to solve it for real and just broke the pieces off, assembling it in the right colors. 4:55. Time enough for you.

He picked up the phone, leaning back on the wall, and dialed your number. Waiting for you to pick up, he fidgeted with his fly and undid his pants.

“Hello?” came your voice on the other end.

“I’ve been thinking about you, what you said,” he started up, groping his hardening cock.”How about I return the favor and fuck your tight fucking hole?”

Your voice was like honey to him. “Oh? Tell me about it, piggy.”

He gritted his teeth, grabbing his cock harder than he meant to. “You’re the pig, you- you took Billy’s call, you whore.”

“Fine by me,” you said, cool as a cucumber. “Tell me about it, Billy. If that’s your name.”

Billy bit his lip, doing his best to get his cock out with one hand. “Wanna - I wanna shove you against a wall, Turn you around, cover your mouth so your fucking roommate can’t hear you moaning for me. Grope your thighs, pull your goddamn hair, how about that?”

“Sounds good, but you know what really gets me going?” you asked. “I want you to bite me. Can you do that for me, Billy?”

“Yes,” he replied instantly. “Bite you so hard I leave fucking marks for fucking days. They’ll know you’re mine, mine, mine.” God, he was hard, his cock was leaking already, and he just used it to lube his hand as he stroked harder and faster.

“Oh? Why don’t you make me yours then? You wanna come in me?”

“Of course,” he replied, barely letting you finish. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little hole so hard you can’t fucking walk for days, everyone’s gonna hear you moan for me so hard, like a whore, Billy’s whore. Yes, I’m gonna fuck you sore, fuck you raw, fuck you senseless, come in your greedy fucking hole.”

He was close, he knew it. And for once you didn’t have a wise guy response for him! He barked out a laugh and imitated your voice almost perfectly. “What do you have to say to that?”

You didn’t respond fast enough, and it only made him cackle.

“I’m c-close, I’m gonna come,” he said. “Think about me flooding your tight little hole, you pig.”

He came, finally, and moaned into the phone for you. He played it up a little, for your benefit of course. He wouldn’t admit that was the hardest he’d come in a while.

You were close to follow him, and he sat there, panting, listening to you come down from your peak. He snickered. “Good piggy.”

“Same time tomorrow?” you asked, half joking.

“Yes,” he said instantly. “I’ll meet you, how about that?”

“Fuck yes, please,” you said. “Wait, how would you know where to meet me?”

Click.

Despite his abruptness, Billy was nothing if not a man of his word. Of course, you wouldn’t find that out until tomorrow...

[astoryisaloveaffair]

Fix You - Chapter 3: Rattled Over You

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Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Summary: Frankie realizes his feelings, and maybe, so do you.

Word Count: 5,500

Rating: Explicit  (HERE WE GOOOOO)

Chapter Warnings: Brief SMUT, masturbation (m), dirty talk, doggy style p in v if you don’t blink,  language, alcohol consumption, mentions of previous substance abuse, anxiety, legal age difference (10-15 years), fluff, mentions of TOM “REDFLY” DAVIS

A/N: HELLO. I have RISEN. And I have brought smut! Please be kind, despite being a hoe, I literally have never written smut before, hopefully it’s not terrible. I did have a beta look over it but I’M SO NERVOUS. That being said, we also have some long awaited for fluff, because Frankie deserves a goddamn break. So far we have been spending a lot of time in Frankie’s brain, that will eventually start shifting. Frankie is way more fucked up than our girl so I needed to establish where he’s at. I hope you enjoy and if you are feeling like you shouldn’t be able to like reading fic of your faves, you absolutely can, and strangers on the internet’s opinion on it DOES NOT MATTER. Read what you like, write what you like, like what you like, there’s nothing wrong with that. Thank you to the lovely @whiskeyyourwaytomyheart​ for being my smut beta!

Suggested Songs: “Rattled” by the Traveling Wilburys, “I’ve Just Seen A Face” by The Beatles, “More Than a Feeling” by Boston, “Somebody to Love” by Queen

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It was your second shift, and after watching Toy Story with Gabriela, several tickle fights, and checking every toy to see if they came alive, you had finally put her to sleep. You opened up your books, but you found yourself constantly distracted by the desire to know more. You wanted to know more about him, and your ability to resist doing a little snooping had run out. You pull yourself away from your studies and soon find yourself walking from room to room, taking in the home, looking at anything and nothing in particular. Frankie kept his home neat, aside from a child’s toy or two on the floor. You wonder to yourself if his bedroom was as neat, but firmly told yourself that that was crossing a line. That door was closed, and would remain so.

He had a nice house. Three bedrooms including a guest room, a kitchen with a large island that opened straight into the “dining room” with a farmhouse style table, and living room. The most expensive non-furniture item he seemed to have in his home other than the video game system at the base of his tv was a dual espresso and coffee maker. A serious coffee drinker, you think in approval. Eventually, not finding anything else of much interest other than standard bachelor stuff, you return to the living room, ending up at his massive tv stand filled with a variety of DVDs, blue rays, books, manuals, video game sleeves, and photographs. Here we go.

You scan your eyes down the book titles. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Slaughterhouse Five, The Road, Watership Down, Crime and Punishment, One Hundred Years of Solitude, and several more obviously well-read, psychological fiction titles. And a serious reader too. You opened up One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, the most noticeably well read, flipping through the worn spine and finding little notes and markings in most of the pages, like he’d found things to relate to and analyze separately on his own time.

Putting that book back, you switched to the next shelf, which was loaded with a random assortment of military aircraft manuals and history books, predominantly on helicopters. Types of helicopters throughout US history, flight command signal manuals, helicopter maintenance texts, and more.

You move on, bending lower to look at several photographs decorating the next shelf. One, of an obviously much younger Frankie, strapped into the pilot’s seat of a helicopter, flicking off whoever was taking the photo, making you laugh at the image. God, that jawline...and he’s only more attractive now! You suddenly understand why Gabriela feels so strongly about her little toy helicopter. You were a helicopter pilot in the Army, Frankie. You think about him strapped into the cockpit and find it fitting, and not just a little sexy. Next, a picture taken much later, probably within the last decade, of Frankie standing between four other men, smiling in big military vests. He was wearing his signature hat, longer hair and scruffy jaw on full display, and you smile at the strong comradery of the group in the photograph. He was definitely the most handsome of the bunch. Definitely more attractive with age. Another photo of him and one of those men hugging each other tightly in full military gear, smiling stupidly. And a photograph with another of the men from the group photo, leaning against a truck, smoking a cigarette and grimacing at the photo-taker. This photo, unlike the others, was decorated with a small patch that said “Special Forces” on it, as well as a tiny little metal plaque with the word “Redfly” on it. You wondered what that meant. A nickname, maybe?

The shelf ended with several photos of Frankie with Gabi, occasionally featuring some of the other men in the previous photos. You could tell at one time there had been more photos here, but they had been removed. One of the pictures was of Gabriela sitting on Frankie’s shoulders at some sort of theme park as a baby, another of them playing at the beach, one more of her being held by two other men from the group photo, giving her kisses on each cheek, and a picture of her with cake all over her face from a birthday. You were about to move on to the next photo when a low teasing voice suddenly broke the silent house, “Digging some dirt on me?”, and you turn around abruptly to a smiling Frankie, who had apparently arrived home and you hadn’t even noticed.

Your ass. That is the first thing his eyes beeline to the moment he enters his house. And oh, he tried so hard not to look. But there you are, facing away from him, bending over right in front of his tv stand looking at photos of him, your ass on prominent display in those fucking workout leggings with the seams framing your butt cheeks in the most enticing way, the middle seam in between each one indenting just enough for him to imagine exactly what your ass looks like without clothes on. He is completely paralyzed. And completely turned on. His brain shuts down and can only process his lust. He thinks about what it would be like to step up behind you, to grasp your hips in his hands and press his hardness against you. Would you grind yourself back on him? Would you let him pull your leggings and panties down, nudge your legs apart, push you to brace your hands on one of the shelves as he shoves his cock into you?

He almost moans out loud at the thought, which jerks him back into reality. He is standing there salivating and staring at your ass, not saying anything, like an absolute creep. He forces himself to turn away and close the door, tucks his erection into the waistband of his jeans to hide it, and makes himself fucking say something to you that is normal.

“Digging some dirt on me?” He realizes he’s completely startled you, as you whip around quickly and smile guiltily, like you think he’s actually mad at you.

“Oh! Hey, Mr. Morales, I’m sorry, I was curious.”

He shakes his head, reassuring you, and his heart drops into his stomach thinking that you were curious about him and would want to know more, which is definitely not helping with his dick. But he tells himself that it must be a professional interest in the person you’re working for, and nothing more.

“Did you find anything interesting?” He tilts his head and moves further into the room, hanging up his coat and setting down his hat.

You can’t even control yourself. You’re too excited to know more, you have so many questions. Your mind goes to the most interesting thing, and you forget to even mention his amazing book collection. “Mr. Morales,” you breathe excitedly, “did you fly helicopters?!”

He grins widely, “I do! Well-I did…” His smile suddenly vanishes, and his face sobers up a little. “I uh, I can’t fly right now. But hopefully soon.”

“Oh. Well...what's it like? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fly. Sometimes I see hawks in the sky and I get so jealous, just being able to fly and see anything they want…”

He cheers at your words, the light slowly returning to his face. “It’s the best feeling in the world.” He steps a little closer to you, opening one of his manuals and showing you different pictures of the models he’s flown. You look over them all with true interest, listening to mundane details on each one, not the feigning interest like someone just trying to humor him. As you look at the pages, he looks at you, his thoughts of you going to a softer place. What it would be like to see you fly with him. What your facial expressions would be like when he takes off, or as he flew you over the ocean. If you would be scared at first, or be fearless the whole time. What your excited breath would sound like in his headphones.

“It’s like floating,” he continues, and you look back up at him. “Nothing else exists, just you, you and the clouds and the mission and your team. You can’t hear anything outside, just the sound of the motors and blades and your crew. The control that I have moving this huge machine, it makes me feel a sense of calm, which is always good before the chaos of the mission. I hope you get to fly in one someday.”

Your lips part as you listen to him describe it in that incredibly sexy voice, low and husky, and you imagine it’s what his pillow-talk sounds like. He talks about it like he’s in love with it, you can’t help but become affected by it. Your heart clenches, your tummy flutters with butterflies, and your head is getting fuzzy with yearning. He’s so incredibly handsome, and sexy, and soft right now, you can barely stand to look at him just standing there, all big and strong and smelling delicious, and you just want him so badly. But you can’t look away, because his dark eyes are staring right into yours, burning you from inside out.

You have to remind yourself that he’s talking about flying. He’s not talking or thinking about you. You’re just his babysitter, and your heart sinks. You’re not sure what you were expecting. It’s a familiar tug of war, indulging the feel good desires of getting to know someone you’re crushing on better, and reminding yourself that the person you like is not really attainable and you’re setting yourself up to get hurt again. You should know better. Yet you respond, "I hope so too,” and think to yourself: but with you. You break the moment before you melt into a simpering puddle and make a fool of yourself.

“Well, I guess I should be going. I have a project I need to complete in a few days, and I’m still struggling to understand the material.” You turn away from him and head back to his coffee table, where you had spread all your class materials and research texts. Frankie loosens himself from his waistband, his body now under control. He wants you to stay, his face falls seeing you packing up to leave, and he frantically looks around to find a way to distract you into staying longer. His eyes land on your open books. “US Military Presence in the Middle East…” he mutters to himself. “Not to impose, but what’s this project on? I was stationed in Iraq and Afghanistan for most of my deployments, in Special Forces.”

He insists then on helping you, and you accept his offer to help you understand the material, grateful despite that voice in your head that the fates have placed this opportunity to stay later with him into your open arms. He sits down on the floor next to you, knees bumping yours, and you scoot closer than you probably need to as he begins looking over the material.

“What is this project on?” He suddenly asks after a few minutes.

“American Imperialism in the 21st Century.”

He furrows his brow and is silent for a moment. “I can’t tell if that’s an insult or not.” And then, you both burst out laughing.

Frankie can’t sleep. Again. You had left after an extra hour or two, full of gratitude and feeling much more confident in your work.

The thoughts that started since he met you kept sneaking into his head, but this time, he wasn’t able to push them away. He didn’t want to push them away. The flash of your cheeky smile, the heat of your thigh as it pressed against his, the way your cleavage was just barely poking out of your v-neck tee as you leaned over the coffee table, writing things down he was explaining. The way your neck was so close, he could smell you, and he wouldn’t have had to move much to gently press his nose into your sweet spot to get a better whiff. The way you licked your lips, and stuck your tongue out of your mouth when you were almost done writing a long sentence. He wanted that tongue on him, slowly poking out to touch the tip of his dick experimentally before he would grab you by the back of the neck and slide himself further in your hot mouth.

Fuck. He was getting hard, and he starts palming himself over his pajama pants, finally succumbing to the temptation that he’s been trying to resist for three weeks now, letting his mind spiral as he remembers how he found you when he walked in the door. What he could have done to you, if you were his.

He’d have placed his hands heavily on your hips and pulled you back into him, rubbing his arousal against you, and you would hum and wiggle yourself against his hardness.

“Frankie…” you would whine, and you’d turn your head to look at him, attempting to raise yourself up to full height. He would slide his palm under your shirt and up your back, feeling your hot skin, gently bending you back forward.

“Can I take you like this, baby?” He’d ask, rubbing your back and rocking his cock against you, tilting his head back, and softly moaning, his eyes fluttering closed at finally getting relief for his lust.

“Frankie...yes, please,” you would beg.

He would take his palm out of your shirt and back up his body from yours, then push his hand between your thighs to rub the entire length of your pussy through your leggings. You would be so wet for him, he would be able to feel it through them.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do. I need to hear it.”

“I want you to fuck me right here Frankie.”

Frankie moans out loudly and slides his pants and boxers down his thighs, taking his stiff cock in hand and stroking up and down the shaft, slowly and loosely as he hardens further. He reaches over to his nightstand and fumbles in one of the drawers for a tiny bottle of travel sized lotion he hides in there for this exact purpose, squeezing a small amount in his hand. Taking himself again, he pumps himself faster with the added lubrication, tightening his grip every time he reaches the sensitive head. He can already feel the pre-cum oozing out and mixing with the lotion, and his eyes flutter shut as his breathing escalates with his fantasy. He knows he won’t last long. He’s been holding back thinking of you like this for so long. It’s like an overflowing dam with a cracked foundation. It simply cannot hold anymore.

He would fuck you just as you asked. He’d yank your leggings and panties down, seeing your wetness beginning to slide down your thighs.

“Oh, honey...is this mess all for me?” He’d murmur, pushing his thick fingers through your slick and smearing it around.

“Yes, Frankie, just for you. No one else.”

He’d nudge his knee through your thighs to open them, spreading your legs as far as he could with your pants still around your ankles, shoving his own pants down and lining his cock up against you, rubbing it back and forth through your wet folds until you’re practically sobbing for it. And then, finally, he’d slam into you, the force of it pushing against the heavy tv stand, slightly rattling the contents of the shelf you’re holding onto for dear life while he sets a hard and fast pace. You would cry out loudly, and you’d be so perfect, so warm, he just knows you would be so tight around his girth, he’d feel like he barely fits, he-

“Shit. SHIT. Holy fucking shit. Fuck fuck fuck-FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK….” Frankie feels his release working up his shaft, pulsing overwhelming pleasure, and he pants out harshly, gritting his teeth and lifting his hips while speeding up his strokes until he orgasms. His cum spurts out on his stomach and hand in ropes, thick and warm, his eyes slamming shut as he rides it out. When the aftershocks reside, he flops his head back onto his pillow, arms flung out in exhaustive release. His mind is in euphoria; fuzzy, empty, and blissed out.

“Fuck.”

After several minutes, his heart beat slows back down, and he reaches for some tissues to wipe himself clean, throwing them on the floor when he’s done. He pulls his pajamas and boxers back up, rolling over on the bed and settling in, finally relaxed enough to attempt sleep. He thinks once more of you as he drifts off.

Not a fucking chance in hell.

Gabi’s drop off at Lex’s house on Sunday goes well, an unspoken, awkward agreement to not antagonize each other and try to make this work as seamlessly and stress free as possible. They rarely speak, resorting simply to texts when they aren’t face to face, gestures, nods, and one word answers when they are. The next two weeks crawl by unbearably. He misses Gabi, and if he’s being honest with himself, he misses you too. He thinks about your project and hopes it went well. At one point he considers calling you to ask about it, but then talks himself out of it, thinking it would be out of line.

He busies himself with work, taking extra shifts to make the two weeks go by faster, meeting up with the guys more often, and catching up on the sobriety meetings he wasn’t able to attend the past two weeks he’d had Gabi.

I have to figure that out at some point. He knows how important going is to the courts and to his sobriety, and scolds himself for not having any foresight whatsoever. It was an aspect of him that drove Lex absolutely crazy. He was never great at planning or thinking ahead for potential problems and solving them before they became a problem. He wonders if it’s too soon to ask you to come more often. Would you need to know the specifics on why? Would it scare you away?

He has to ask you. You were well aware that if things were going well, you would be asked to pick up more shifts if needed. That was mentioned in your first meeting. It wouldn’t have bothered him before if you knew he was a recovering addict. But now...he likes you. He likes you a lot. Even though he knew there was little chance of reciprocation, now it matters to him. He doesn’t want you to be scared off. Gabriela has already taken to you so quickly, and so has he.

When Sunday arrives, he tries to focus solely on the positive: being back with his daughter. He had missed her so much just in those two weeks away. Somehow, being able to spend so much more time with her makes the absence of her worse. When he finally has her in his arms, he takes a moment to sit in his truck just holding her, right in front of Lex’s house. He nuzzles into her soft hair, peppering her head and face with tiny kisses, trying not to cry, until she gets sick of it and lightly smacks him on the head to let her have her personal space. He chuckles, planting one more sloppy kiss on her cheek before he straps her into the baby seat in the second row of his truck cab and heads back to his house.

When Friday arrives, the anxiety starts setting in hard. He paces back and forth in his house from the time he gets home from work and daycare pickup to when you’re supposed to arrive, riddled with nervous energy. Even Gabriela notices, quietly watching him from her booster seat while she has her dinner. You’re gonna run, he thinks. He probably would too.

You had been thinking of him the whole time. Your presentation had gone well and you had him to thank, several of the questions he had straightened out were things your colleagues asked you about. When you burst out of the hall in relief, you had immediately started typing out a text to him to thank him, but something stopped you. You were unsure where the lines stood between you and him. You wanted to think he was starting to be a friend, not just an employer you unfortunately had a crush on, but you didn’t know where he stood. He had never texted you, and so you second guess yourself, delete the message, and place your phone back in your bag with a sigh of irritation.

You were used to being a loner now. You had friends, but most of them were back home while you were in grad school, and though you talked to them on the phone frequently, you lived alone and didn’t make many friends on campus. The way you spent your days here used to be enough, but now felt less so. They felt more hollow. You found yourself eager to see not just Gabriela, but Frankie too, and it terrifies you. You had a habit of putting yourself in situations to get hurt, but you couldn’t help how overwhelmingly excited you were to go back.

You pulled up to Frankie’s house that Friday and practically bounced up the porch steps to his door, but when he greets you and lets you in you can tell there was something off about him. He’s twitchy and nervous and seemed more unfocused than normal. You wanted to ask if he was okay, but left it alone, figuring he’d tell you if he wanted to. Maybe he’d just had a bad day. You head right to Gabi, who babbles excitedly to see you and you set up Hercules for you and her to watch. Frankie’s behavior becomes more serious to you when he leaves with little conversation or small talk, the first time he’s ever done that with you, and it scares you. Is he not happy with the arrangement? Maybe he wants to find someone else? Are you going to get fired? Did you do something wrong? You try to center yourself knowing there’s nothing you can do while he’s out, focusing your attention solely on Gabi and the movie.

When Frankie comes home, you are perched on his couch reading, and you stiffen the minute he locks his sad looking eyes on you.

“Hey…” He greets softly.

“Hi Mr. Morales, did you have a good time?”

“Yea, I did...” His voice trails off and he looks away from you, pulling his hat off and running his fingers through the hair. You‘ve noticed he does that when he’s nervous. You wait for him to say what he needs to say, your heart pounding so loud you’re surprised he can’t hear it. He starts towards you, then stops, puts his hands on his hips, and pulls a face.

“Do you want me to go?” You ask, unable to remain in the awkward silence.

He starts at that, and jerks his eyes back to yours. “No!” You widen yours eyes and he realizes he unintentionally raised his voice at you. Frankie takes a heavy breath and approaches you carefully, sitting on the couch next to you.

“I’m sorry. I have to ask you something, but I’m nervous, and I’m being weird.”

“Oh. It’s okay. What is it?”

Frankie breathes out a quick forceful breath, attempting to shake off the nervous energy. You can smell the alcohol on his breath. It smells stronger than it usually does, but he doesn’t seem concerningly drunk. You wait patiently for him.

“I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to pick up some more shifts? I know I mentioned it when I hired you, but I didn’t want to put too much on your plate before we knew if this would be a good fit. I have these....meetings I go to twice a week, and I missed them all when it was my time with Gabi. I didn’t think it would be a big deal to go less often, but….I don’t like not going. I-I need to go. I have them after work on Wednesdays and Sunday evenings, but you don’t have to do the Sundays, Benny and Will said they’d take her Sundays while I go, but would you be willing to pick her up from daycare on Wednesdays and watch her until I come home?”  He realizes he’s rambling and ends on the question, looking up at you in apprehension.

You don’t realize that you’re sitting so quietly without answering him, putting all the pieces together. Meetings. Twice a week. AFTER work, so it’s not work. And on Sundays...that he NEEDS to go to... and then, you figure it out. The silence seems deafening to Frankie, and he is about to tell you to forget about it and say nevermind when you finally respond.

“Yes. Yes, to both days if you need it.” You meet his eyes unwavering, and he quietly expels a sigh of relief. “Why were you so nervous to ask me?”

“I was afraid...that you'd say no,” he says, trying to be as vague as possible, “and I-we really like you, Gabi talks about you often and I think you’re perfect. For us.”

“Oh…..Frankie…” you say, and It’s the first time you’ve said his name, his real name, and his heart almost cleaves in two from that alone.

He knows you know, and he opens his mouth to explain, but you cut him off by putting your hand on his arm.

“No, you don’t need to tell me, if you aren’t comfortable. I will do it, no problem. No questions asked. But please know, you shouldn’t be ashamed of anything you’re doing to make yourself a better person. Whatever it is, you should be really proud of yourself. And if you ever want to talk about it, we can.”

He thinks he might be hallucinating

He never expected this reaction, and it makes it so real to him how incredibly fucked he is, how easily he could fall for you. Your acceptance, your kindness, your quiet support, your humor, your youth and the way your presence just makes him feel so good. He hasn’t had that from a woman in so long. You’re special, you’re special to him .

You pull him from his thoughts before he can do something stupidly impulsive, like kiss you.

“Who are Benny and Will?”

He’s grateful for the distraction. “They’re my squadron brothers. They have a house near here and we meet up a lot. They’re who I go out with on Friday nights.”

“Ooo, are they some of the guys in your pictures?” You stand up and walk over to the his tv stand and he joins you. “Show me which.” He points to the photo you love of Gabriela being kissed by the two men.

“That’s them.”

You hum, and continue down the shelf, pointing at the photo of Frankie hugging the other man. “And this one? I love this picture.”

Frankie chuckles, “That’s Santiago, but we call him ‘Pope’, cause he’s so full of himself. He’s my best friend, but he’s in New Zealand right now. Haven’t seen him in a bit.”

“Is ‘Pope’ like his Army name or something?”

“Yep, we almost all got one. Will’s is Ironhead, cause he got shot in the head.” You open your mouth in shock, but he just keeps going like it’s not a big deal. Benny’s Will’s brother, and he’s the baby, he doesn’t have one. Just Benny.”

“Do you have one?”

“Yea, but you’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Oh please! Now I have to know even more!” You jump up and down. “TELL ME!!!”

He laughs at you, putting his hands up to appease you. “It’s Catfish.”

You stop jumping and stare at him, before a smile cracks through and you burst into laughter, and he does too, set off by your own.

“WHY is it ‘CATFISH’, Frankie?!”

He slaps his hand to his face and mockingly groans like he’s annoyed. “It’s cause I can’t grow a full fucking beard. They are always raggin’ on me about it, saying it looks like a catfish. Fucking patches missing, and now there’s gray spots.” He turns his cheek to you to show you, and you reach out and rub your fingers through his patchy scruff.

“Oh, it looks good! It’s endearing.”

He does his best not to react, but he’s going crazy on the inside at the compliment. Is she...flirting or am I in so deep I’m fucking imagining things now?

You giggle and pull your hand away, moving to look at the last photo. “So, who’s Redfly?” You can tell immediately you shouldn’t have asked. Frankie suddenly stiffens, his adorable smile falling from his face.

“He uh, he was our captain. Tom, was his name. He...died.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry Frankie. I-I should have realized, I shouldn’t have asked.”

He shakes his head. “No. No, I’m happy you did. I want you to know about him. He got that name cause he would always plan our mission details. A redfly is a fishing lure. He was our glue, you know? Shot five times in service. I thought he’d never be the one to...to be the one that died first, out of all of us.”

You’re silent for a while, but it’s not sad or awkward. Just a respectful moment of silence. “I’m sorry for your loss Frankie. He sounds like he was special.” You put your hand back on his arm and he looks up and smiles faintly at you.

“He was. He was also a dick, but he was our dick.” You both chuckle.

“Can I hug you? I think you need one.” You say suddenly. He blinks at you, then nods. You’re not wrong. He can’t remember the last time he was hugged. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, making sure there’s enough space to keep it loose, and after a few beats, he wraps his arms around your waist. But the magnetism between you quickly makes him pull your waist flush against him, and he lightly places his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, your light fruity perfume, and the essence of just you . You can’t help but gently lay your head against his clavicle. He smells fucking incredible, you want to stay in his arms forever, but you know you shouldn’t make this any longer than a casual hug. You place your hands on the top of his shoulders and give him a quick pat, and he reads your signal to release you and you awkwardly back away from each other.

“Thank you…” he says. “For taking the shifts. And...everything.” He says, struggling to find the right words.

“Of course. I’m glad I can help. I want to help. So, I’ll see you Sunday? Wednesday?”

“Wednesday. I'll send you the address of the daycare tomorrow on your phone, if that’s okay. You can just come straight to the house.” He shows you the lockbox where he keeps a spare key and you accept the code, swelling with happiness that he trusts you with a key to his home. Frankie helps you pack up your things, then suddenly remembers.

“Your presentation! How did it go?”

“Oh my god, Frankie, you were a lifesaver. I totally would have looked like a fucking idiot if you hadn’t helped me. Thank you so much.”

He grins widely. “I wanted to text you to ask how it went, but I didn’t know if that would be weird.”

You shake your head. “You can text me…” You tell him softly, “I almost texted you too.”

“Okay, so we can text. And cuss apparently.” He huffs out a laugh.

“Well, to be fair, you cussed first.” You giggle together again as he guides you to his door, his hand hovering over the small of your back. He’s not even touching you, but you can feel the heat of his palm. You turn back to him, wanting to hug him again, make him happy, protect him, kiss him. But you don’t. You say goodbye and you leave.

Later that night when you are in bed and your brain isn’t all fuzzy with endorphins, you remember. You remember how he pulled you into him during your hug, how he slid his arms around your low waist, keeping contact with you the whole time. How you’re fucking falling in love with him like an idiot, despite everything you’ve been through. Am I reading too much into this? you think. Of course I am. I always do, falling for someone, trying to fix them, then getting hurt every time. What a fucking cliché I am , simpering over a random, sad but hot dad like we’re going to fall in love and live happily ever after. Ridiculous. You groan in frustration and smack your pillow, throwing it over your face. It takes forever for you to fall asleep.

Chapter 4

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Oo a jealous punishment regulus smut? Or a teasing regulus one?

Jealous

Hope you enjoy it babe, i tried to include them all in one🥴

Warning: 18+

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„Reg, we were just joking around. It‘s not that serious!“

Ignoring you he kept walking towards the Slytherin dorms. You hesitated when he went through, but quickly made up your mind running after him.

„Regulus!“, you called, frustrated with his childish actions.

He just slammed his door shut and left you there. In the middle of the hallway.

„Fine act like a child! But don‘t come crawling to me when you need someone to fuck you!“

The Slytherins around you gasped, already gossiping if you really were the one dominating the relationship, but you didn‘t stay any longer to hear the rest.

Your mood was sour after that incident. You took it out on everyone, until Lily cheered you up a little. Sirius of course made it his mission to annoy his little brother any chance he got, like floating his food or firing peanuts into his water cup. You were still wondering where he got the peanuts from.

Regulus‘ resolve was slipping, but he held himself back. He would punish you later for your disobedience.

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Doing your rounds in the hallways you tried to distract yourself, but your mind kept playing the mental image of Regulus giving you the ‚You fucked up‘ look. God, the way he stared at you during dinner, his eyes blazing with rage, jaw pressed tightly together. You just wanted to crawl on your knees and apologize. And suck him off.

„Where are your little friends? No Sirius to avenge you?“

You swirled around startled, looking at Regulus. God he looked so good in his green-silver robes, black hair neatly styled. The way he stood, like he owned the fucking castle and everyone in it. The air around him screamed Noble House of Black.

„What the fuck are you talking about?“

Regulus smirked, clicking his tongue.

„What have I told you about cussing, love?“

You snorted, crossing your arms on your chest.

„What makes you think I‘ll listen to anything you say?“

Regulus let out a small laugh, fingers flexing at his sides and he crossed his arms behind his back. Fuck, the way he‘s standing.

„Last I checked you were still my little girl.“

„Maybe I should be calling you that, considering the way you were acting last night.“

Regulus smug expression changed in seconds, mouth pressing into a thin line.

„Careful“, he barked out, „you don‘t want to go there.“

„Or what little boy? You gonna go running to mommy?“

That was a low blow and you knew it, but you were so fucking angry and horny and just wanted a reaction. Anything. You wanted him to break you. To lose himself in you and give into his rage for once in his goddamn life.

„Seems like I made a poor job in disciplining you. Lets change that.“

„Fuck you, don‘t think I‘ll break that easy Reggie.“

„I‘d be disappointed if you did. Put up a fight slut, it‘s more fun this way.“

He was walking in your direction with every word, the distance between you rapidly shortening.

„Oh really? Sirius didn‘t take so long in breaking me down, but I doubt that you have his skills...“, you taunted, a haughty smile dancing on your pretty lips.

Regulus halted at the mentioning of his older brother. His eyes narrowed and he finally closed the distance, shoving you against the wall. His eyes bore into yours, fixing you with a firey glare.

„If any other name besides mine comes out of your whore mouth, I‘ll fuck you right infront of the entire castle to see.“

Seeing the effect of his words on you he kept talking, angry eyes making you melt.

„I‘ll tie you up and fuck you right in front of my brother. That will teach him to stay the fuck away from what belongs to me!“

Now you understood why he was acting the way that he did yesterday. He thought that Sirius was trying to take you away.

„What the hell are you implying“, you said, willing it to come out strong, but it sounded more like a moan. You couldn’t help it, the way his hard on was pressing against your lower belly.

„He had his filthy hands all over you little girl. Don‘t you see the way he acts around you? He wants you all for himself!“

You would have laughed if you wouldn’t have been busy trying to keep your moans in as he bit at your jaw, grinding his cock against your belly. You could hardly tell him that Sirius was mental about a certain tall werewolf in his house.

„Maybe I‘m the one who needs to be taught a lesson...“, you breathed, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him.

„Don‘t expect me to stop.“

That was all he said before he turned you around to press your front against the brick wall. His ringed fingers came down on your ass in hard spanks, rings leaving imprints of ,RAB‘s and snakes on your flesh. You bit your lip, pressing your burning cheek against the cold wall to calm yourself. Pained whines escaped your raw lips when he pushes your skirt and underwear down, the rough material dragging against your sore skin.

„Quiet. I don‘t want a single sound. You‘ve said enough already.“

His fingers were hot against you wet cunt, slipping inside of you easily.

„Can‘t believe this turns you on. Was it the bit about me fucking you infront of the school or infront of my brother? Might try it out..“

Ypu cried out when he curled his fingers, spreading your legs with his feet. Crouching behind you he put both of his hands on your ass, spreading you open and put his face right between you thighs. His tongue lapped against your folds, finding your clit. Sealing his lips around it he locked his jaw, sucking on your clit until you were riding his face. The pain of his palms against your bruised skin mixed with the pleasure of his tongue and your knees buckled, barley able to support your body weight.

Pulling back he stood up, deliviring five quick slaps on your clit this time when you protested and your pussy clenched with the sensation.

„Regulus“, you breathed, „please!“

He was fumbling with his belt, metal clinking as it fell on the floor.

„Now you‘re begging? I thought I didn‘t have my brothers skills?“

You whined again, turning around to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. One leg wrapped around his hip, tugging until he fell forward, holding himself up with his palms on the wall beside your head.

„Reg, I‘m sorry I just said it to rile you up. Please just make me cum!“

He caressed your jaw as you spoke, pouting with faux empathy. He surged forward to bite your bottom lip hard, gripping your other leg to secure it around his waist.

„You cum when I say so little girl. Anything else and I‘ll leave you like this.“

With that he fucked you hard and fast against the wall, hips mercilessly pounding into you. His pubic bone was dragging against you clit, lips on the sweet spot on your neck.

„Fuck want to feel you deeper“, Regulus groaned, pulling out to sit on the ground.

„Sit on my cock“

You nearly came with those words alone, his raspy voice making you weak as you positioned yourself above his cock. Pulling you down hard by your shoulders, he held you down, fucking up into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, no spund escaping your lips as you could only hold on for dear life. Pushing you on your back he put your legs on his shoulders and that position did for you. He was so deep that the tip of his cock pressed against your sweet spot with every thrust.

„Reg- ah please please please mor- Regulus!“

Thats all you could say. Your hands gripped his biceps as you mewled and whimpered. „Regulusregulusreg- please please wanna cum!“

Your broken cries made him go harder, sweat forming on his forehead and he leaned all the way forward until your knees were resting on the floor beside your ears.

„Hold it little girl.“

You sobbed, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you neared your climax with every push of his hips.

He was moaning too now, biceps flexing with the effort of keeping himself up and his cock twitched inside of you, veins rubbing against your walls.

„So full so full please“, you begged, „too much plea-“

„Cum then slut“, Regulus sneered, voice breaking as well now, „show me that I broke you!“

With his hand on your clit and cock deep in your pussy you came hard, squeezing him so tight he came only seconds later inside of you.

„God, yes take my cum...fuuuck.“ His voice was only a whisper against your ear, as he kept grinding and fucking you slowly. As if to make sure that his cum got everywhere.

„Don‘t you ever test my patience again, little one. Next time I‘ll make them watch.“