#the writer is currently too tired to warn about anything - sorry

[geminai-ramblez]

『REVAMP』 XOXO AU

SUMMARY: Choosing this life was not the hardest option to make, if it meant that his brother would live another day, however, what wasn't included was the ability to denounce their humanity. How could they be heroes together if they didn't understand the basics of what is like to being human...? Well, that answer is easy, no?

Hello!!! It's me, Gemini!!! I'm back with a revamp of my XOXO AU that has been left forgotten for quite some time now! And it will follow this idea similarly but not 100% accurately.

QUICK RECAP

This AU followed the guise of Bakugou being Gyutaro and Midoriya being Daki from Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer). And it implied that demons are alive without Muzan being the progenitor. Which is very confusing, to be honest, and not my proudest accomplishment.

THE REVAMP

Now, this revamp still follows the ideology of Bakugou being similar to Gyutaro and Midoriya being similar to Daki.

Note that they will be similar to Gyutaro and Daki but not exactly like the characters.

Instead of Midoriya being sold to the Red Light District it's more of a hate crime being committed towards Midoriya for being quirkless or some bullying taken too far and Midoriya is near death's door because of it. Either Bakugou was a witness or he wasn't there to witness what was happening to Midoriya and he finds his battered body.

I'm leaning on Bakugou not being there to witness it because it would add flavor to his characterization.

Anyway, instead of meeting Dōma, trust me I don't know how he snuck into my head, either Bakugou met All for One or the Doctor that created the Nomus. This is where we get the plot points here!

PLOT POINTS

Now, for clarification, I'm gonna summarize the characterization of both Bakugou and Midoriya first before dabbling into the plot points because you'll need to know how they think/act before getting into the plot.

First Bakugou:

Bakugou's characterization in this AU was surprisingly easy, though that's because I was considering season 1 and season 6 of Bakugou's characteristics with Gyutaro.

Bakugou can be summed up into three main characteristics: sadistic, volatile, and prideful. However, that's just the tip of the iceberg of his character.

I combined Gyutaro's sadism, projection, and worry into Bakugou's character since it was the most fitting here.

I didn't want to stray too far from Bakugou's character but I also didn't want to make him like an exact version of Bakugou in the anime/manga.

So, I choose to reference Bakugou during season one as his inspiration for this AU. However, he also isn't just like season one because Gyutaro doesn't act like that either.

I know this doesn't make sense but hear me out! If you were to meet Bakugou in this AU your first impression would be intimidating, scary, and powerless since in this AU (if I haven't made it clear) Demons are alive.

Bakugou's looks are similar to his fantasy AU design, however, he would have four pairs of horns, black scleras, almost a kitsune makeup look, black wing eyeliner, and a black high-neck tank top. (Though I'm not sure if that's what the type of shirt would be called. I'm not very versed in clothing so don't come after me. :') ) which is also why I have the Fantasy AU GIF up there.

That's how I imagine he (Bakugou) would look like. (And yes, I drew that, so please DON'T steal it.

Midoriya, on the other hand, would look more androgynous. He would have medium-length hair, an open-collar button-up shirt, and makeup inspired by an oiran minus the white-powered face.

Again, this is how I imagine this AU's Midoriya would look. I did draw this; PLEASE DO NOT steal this.

His personality wouldn't be like a brat (unlike Daki) but more or so on the lines of childish.

He would definitely be manipulative and try to make you relax and lower your guard before he lure you in with false promises.

Between Bakugou and Midoriya, the lesser evil here would be Bakugou because you would know you would be gone because of how rough and bloodthirsty he would be.

Midoriya, on the other hand, would mess you the fuck up. He would toy with your mind and make you question your very existence since he would deflect the blame and make it seem as if you were the problem.

Both of them wouldn't probably even let you be near their presence, and they are both very dismissive and would only use you till you longer needed for their plans.

However, I didn't mention that Bakugou and Midoriya would have a caring side, albeit for each other and no one else, because the world has clearly only shown them pride and prejudice.

But it's there - it's there somewhere underneath all of that cruelness they present to their victims.

I wouldn't say Bakugou or Midoriya have a preference on who they would - uh - devour, but Bakugou would definitely prefer people with flashier quirks to consume rather than weaker or quirkless people. Because, in his mind, the stronger and flashier quirks will give him more of a boost than those without. Yet the person is still dead either way. So.

On the other hand, oh boy - Midoriya, he would take the outcasts, luring them into a false sense of security and devour them quick and easily. He has some empathy for them since he too, was in that position, but it doesn't deteriorate his preference for them because, in Midoriya's eyes, he's doing them a favor by ending their miserable lives quick and painlessly.

Now, this leads me to their backstory! Yay!!

THE BACKSTORY

It was hard to think at what age they would turn into demons since, in the anime and manga, Midoriya and Bakugou have been shown to be deadset on being the best heroes, even at a young age.

So, I chose around 10-13 because that's the age Midoriya is set after transforming into a demon. Bakugou looks around 15-17 since he is dead set on being the older sibling here.

To further clarify, Midoriya looks to be around 13 while Bakugou looks to be 15 or 16 to lure and confuse their opponents about their true nature.

This leaves me with 'how are demons alive?'

Easy, the Doctor, Mr. Garaki.

I wouldn't be sure where they met or how they came across each other but the Doctor will be the one to make the offer to Bakugou about being part of an experiment that (if it goes right) will heal Midoriya and, in turn, make Bakugou much more stronger, and much more capable in protecting Midoriya.

Garaki would have to word his motives carefully since Bakugou would be able to tell about there being another motive behind the offer.

In the end, whether Bakugou figures it out or not, it doesn't change that he takes the offer up because there wouldn't be any other way to save Midoriya in the state he's currently in. Which is a critical danger.

They take up different names because after transforming into demons, they don't remember anything.

They remember something about justice, how they only had each other, and the cruelty inflicted upon them.

Which in turn, makes them mad, envious, and disoriented about who they are, what they are, and where they were before meeting 'Sensei' and 'The Doctor.'

They have an odd─and sick─way of justifying their crimes.

Their end goal is to make the world a better place. To have the strong and weak co-living with each other. Idealistic? Definitely. Unreachable? Not exactly.

Transforming into demons doesn't automatically make Midoriya and Bakugou loyal to Sensei and The Doctor. They've seen what the Doctor and Sensei have done and how far they took their actions to make their end goal a reality. Kinda hypocritical if you ask me.

And their actions don't correspond with Bakugou and Midoriya's ideal world, so, they make a plan behind their backs to take them down.

This is definitely shorter than my other AU's, but I didn't want to make this post longer than it should be. (Cough, Puppet AU, cough).

Also, the amount of times I accidentally posted this while I was trying to keep it in my drafts has frustrated me enough times to just cut it to where we are now.

So, this is part one out of (I don't know yet!)

The next post will be about the actual plot rather than just characterization. So, be on the lookout! Thank you, and goodbye!

[oibean]

I had a thought about John Price? (could work w anyone really) and f!reader that I needed to get out of my brain

Also shoutout to my fellow pillow humpers

Warnings: mutual masturbation, pillow humping, a non-writer writing (pls let me know if I should tag anything else)

Something something. Having John stay over for the first time, you two are early in a relationship. Maybe his mission ended early and you lived close to base or he just wanted to go see you asap or whatever. He doesn’t feel like showering and knows how particular you are/how you feel about him not showering after missions and laying in your bed so like a gentleman he opts to sleep on the couch bc he’s just so tired. He grabs a random pillow but that’s your humping pillow!

“Oops, not that one” you say feeling your face warm up and oh god is your forehead vein starting to show? Is the fan on? He looks at you confused.

“This one’s fine love. I don’t need anything fancy. Keep your nice pillows with you on your bed” he says tired from his flight. He has a small smile, tired eyes sparkling as they look at you.

“No no it’s just that I don’t want you using that pillow in particular, please” oh god this can’t be happening. You fidget with the ring on your thumb spinning it nervously. How are you gonna tell him that this is your designated humping pillow? How do you explain that the only way you get off is from humping that small rectangular pillow he’s currently pressing his cheek against?

He looks a bit more aware now. Maybe you're particular about your things and he crossed a line just moving it without asking, or it’s from a dear friend who you don’t get to see too often, or a deceased relative who you only have this pillow to remember them by. Whatever the reason he lifts his head and moves the pillow from under him. But before he can apologize and move to switch pillows you blurt out

“It’s just that’s the pillow I use when I- when I need to get off and I just didn’t get to put it away before you got here, I’m so sorry” you say it fast and stumble over each word. Cringing as you hear the sentence fall out of your mouth. Your eyes look at anything but him. Missing the mischievous look that he gets.

“It’s what?” His accent a tiny bit thicker than a few seconds ago. You look at him and he’s awake now. Sitting up and holding the pillow over his crotch. He feigns innocence and continues on. “I don’t understand love, can you say that again”

You frown a little bit. He heard you, he’s doing this to watch you squirm and since you don’t know how to free yourself from under his heavy gaze. You accept your fate. Like a bug stuck in a sticky trap.

“I- um” you really don’t think your heart has ever pumped this hard from pure embarrassment. You gulp, so loud that you both hear it and push through because you know there’s no way he’s gonna let you drop this conversation. So you word vomit, seeing no other option than to over share. Which he absolutely loves. It’s his favorite thing that you do.

“I can’t make myself- I can’t- get off with my fingers. I’ve tried my fingers and it just doesn’t work. I’ve only ever been able to use a pillow and just stuck with it” You don’t know what else to say so you say nothing, feeling the air get thicker in your small apartment. You look at him on the couch, legs spread wider and his big hands clutching onto the pillow so its shape is all warped. He looked at you like he was listening to the most interesting story in the world. With a blink, his face turns serious and his eyes darken.

“Show me.” His voice is husky and his gravely voice fills the quiet apartment.

You look at him with your eyebrows raised in surprise. You didn’t expect that, hoping he would drop it when he heard your shaky voice reveal something you’ve never said out loud, hoping he'd grant you some relief. Suddenly your tank top and sleep shorts feel too revealing and his gaze felt too heavy. You felt exposed and felt your core warming as his gaze stayed on you. Maybe he was joking? So you let out a forced huff of a laugh, hoping he wouldn’t push. But his face doesn’t move. You gulp and look down, shifting your weight from one leg to another.

“Show me, love” he repeats again adding the term of endearment to soften you up a bit, and honestly, it does. His hand holds out the small pillow towards you and you grab it. Both of you make your way to your bedroom in silence, he's so close you can feel his body heat. Both of you breathing heavily for different reasons.

His tall, broad figure looms over you as you slowly move towards your made bed. Trying to think about how to approach this. You lay flat against your bed on your stomach and peek up at him as your head hits your regular pillow. Usually you're under your comforter, but you assume that’s not what he’d want and push it to the other side of the bed. You start to get embarrassed as to what it might look like from his angle when you start, but try to ignore it as you place your head against your pillow. You close your eyes and slowly start making small circles with your cunt against the small pillow, one leg angled and the other straight. You look up at him and let out a little huff. His dark eyes look down on you as he palms himself through his sweats, fighting the urge to touch you. You unconsciously move a bit faster at the sight of him, he's looking at you as if you're the only thing that exists. You let out a whimper, not getting enough friction. You hate when that happens, and why now?

“That’s alright poor thing, keep going.” He has to bite his lip to restrain himself when you look up at him with desperate eyes. He pushes his sweats and boxers down and gently pushes them away with his foot as if any sudden movement would disturb this moment. He watches your body contort as you try to find your rhythm again, thighs clenching hard around the small pillow, hips moving up and down, side to side.

He slowly grabs his cock, thumb spreading his precum over the head. He lets out a small hiss and your eyes open to look at him. Pleading eyes find his and he nods his head in encouragement. Your thighs squeeze the pillow even harder but it’s not enough so you prop yourself up on your forearms with both knees bent out on each side of the pillow and start grinding the pillow at different speeds, trying to find one that works.

“Fuck, poor baby. Can’t get it right can you?” You let out a small whimper and shake your head as your brows furrow in frustration. His eyes trace your body, stopping to look at your hard nipples under your thin tank top as you press yourself further up, arching your body. Palms pressing against your bed as you ride the pillow. If the room wasn’t so quiet he would’ve missed the small “oh” that leaves your lips as you finally find your rhythm. He spits into his hand and starts to stroke himself faster. You open your eyes to look at him before closing them, moaning louder at the sight of his big hand twisting on his thick cock. You both look at each other as you get closer to your releases. His hand and your grinding speed up as you both reach your highs.

“Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me when you finish” He lets out tightly, voice gruff as he tries to hold back from cumming at the sight of you. Your eyebrows furrow and your mouth gapes open as you reach your release. Letting out a moan as your body twitches, fighting to keep your eyes on him. He palms his cock faster as he looks you in the eyes, he takes a step forward till his legs touch the edge of your bed and lets out a groan as he cums onto your limp body. Most of it landing on your tank top and lower back. You let out a lazy smile into your pillow as he leans down and pushes a kiss onto your head. You hear him walk to your bathroom. Faucet turning on and off, his heavy footsteps getting closer.

“Why don’t we take this off and wipe you up?” His voice makes you want to melt. You lift your body as he carefully peels the tank top off of you. Then wipes your lower back with a small damp towel. Placing both of them in your hamper he leans down to kiss you.

“Know I’m still sweaty so I can go ba-“ you interrupt him by wrapping your arms around his head to pull him down into bed with you. Pressing your naked body, save for your wet underwear, against his fully naked body.

“It’s alright, we’re both sweaty and I want you to hold me please” you say as you gaze into his warm eyes, hands stroking his hairy chest.

“That’s fine love let me just get my pillow” he lets out a playful groan as he reaches behind you to grab the small pillow that now has a big wet patch in the middle. Your face gets hot as he brings it in front of you both, glancing at you before he brings the pillow to his face. Your face heats up as you turn your head into his neck not wanting to watch him as he presses it against his face.

⭐️I had to make him sniff the pillow. Duh! ⭐️if anyone has an interpretation of this please!!! share it with me. I didn't know who would best fit this. Also I wish I could make this dark but I'm not good at it so I would also love to listen to those thoughts! ⭐️This is just a thought that would not leave me until it was written down.

[holewithinahole]

Tiptoeing the leyline | Otto Octavius x reader

Summary: Back to your universe, Otto captures you while you're distracted. He notices the marks a certain Dr. Olivia Octavius left on you.

Ao3 Link

Warnings: shameless smut, no genitalia specified (reader), no pronouns specified (reader), orgasm denial, overstimulation, unsafe sex, rough sex, creampie, non-native writer

And yes, I wrote a somewhat sequel to my Olivia fic, after several months. The fixation on Octaviuses is never over, my guy. Again, not beta, I'm not native so very sorry for any weird sentences or mistakes. I'm not 100% happy with it but I'll never be so, enjoy! (I just have to embrace the fact that I'm a slut for them.)

You should have seen it coming. From a mile away, honestly.

It’s easier to convince yourself that you’ve simply been tired. Even someone with super strength and freaky spider powers had to draw the line at multi-dimensional travel and two days of non-stop fighting. Especially when it involved someone as ruthless as Dr. Olivia Octavius. Your imaginary audience could laugh all they want, but you dared anyone to try putting their entire focus on swinging webs and punches to a woman who had, mere hours ago, rocked your world so hard you saw stars. And see stars you certainly did when that bus hit you square in the chest during the battle inside the collider.

Ergo, you blame Olivia.

Your body is sore as fuck, and you're littered with bruises and a nasty bite mark on the nape of your neck. What’s the point of having rapid recovery if you don’t even have time for it? You also blame your inner sense of justice (you were aware of the irony of fucking a supervillain and then talking about justice). Disappearing from your universe for a few days didn’t stop the villains of the week from robbing the poor corner-of-the-street shopkeepers, and the super ones from plotting their evil schemes. No rest for the wicked? What about the brave, the awesome, the work-devoted?

“Am I boring you or something?”

You glance back at Otto. He looks appalled behind his small sunglasses. It’s almost funny.

“Oh no, please keep talking,” you say evenly, “‘gives me more time to come up with an attack plan.”

What’s more difficult to admit to yourself is how totally out of it you are when it comes to anything Octavius-related. You’ve been happy living in your little world of delusion before the mind-altering and deliciously traumatizing altercation with Olivia. But now? Every taunt, every tilt of the head looks like an invitation. Knowing there were alternate universes was pretty mind-altering as well, come to think of it. 

“I’m curious to see how you plan to attack me in your current situation.”

Right. You push against the vibranium shackles holding you hostage in a chair. It was more for show if you were being honest; you doubted you could break free even with hundred-percent strength. Instead, you stare at the dirty walls of Otto’s new lair, trying not to focus too much on the flow of images his shiny actuators brought to the surface.

“Do not bother.” He lets out a bark of a laugh. “You’re completely at my mercy.”

You’ll give it to him though, he has been swift and efficient when he cornered you in a back alley and knocked you unconscious. In your defense, you did fight back against the actuator pinning you against the wall, but he said something and the next second, everything had faded to black. It was something insubstantial, something stupid and stereotypically evil like he’s famous for. Totally not something that made your heart skip a beat.

“I have to say,” he says conversationally, “I’m disappointed by how easy it was to catch you.” With two mechanical arms digging into the ground, he looms over you, the pans of his coat flapping against his naked skin. “You’re usually not that compliant.”

Don’t you fucking dare blush.

You tear your eyes away from his chest. “I was just bored out of my mind. Your tricks are getting old, Otto.”

He chuckles. “It worked in the end, didn’t it? Even if it wasn’t the desired effect.”

“If it wasn’t, why pull the same shit over and over again?”

“For fun.”

It leaves your mouth open dumbly. You scoff. “Failing is not what I’d call fun.”

Otto stares before lowering himself to the ground, soles tapping against the wooden floorboard. You’re trying your damn best not to meet his gaze, even protected behind your mask.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks. “You’re never this… serious.”

It gives you a whiplash. “Uh?”

“Did I break something?” He muses to himself.

You certainly didn’t expect him to notice you were out of it, or care about it for that matter. Perhaps you’ve underestimated the man’s perception.

“All fine and dandy. Thanks for asking, Doc’.” Your tone is way too even to your liking.

You’ve always been a terrible actor and he sees right through your bluff. Which is saying something since he can’t even see your face. You make another attempt at breaking free but it only makes your suit rub against all of your bruises and cuts. Your wince makes the good Doctor raise a questioning eyebrow.

“So, I did hurt you,” he says, disbelieving.

“You kidding, right? You punch like a little girl.” That’s a big lie and also misogynistic.

Fuck, maybe Olivia was right.

You’re suddenly assaulted by a strong smell of damp leather as two fat digits slip underneath the edge of your mask and pull. “Hey! The fuck you think you doing—“

Does anyone grasp the concept of anonymity ‘round here? “Fuck, Doc’, I thought you were a bit more chivalrous than that.”

Otto doesn’t answer, inspecting your face. It’s making you uncomfortable how much he’s staring. Did he expect a model or something?

“I wasn’t expecting this kind of hurting,” he says. You frown, confused, but when he uses one finger on your chin to slowly turn your face away, you realize with horror he’s looking at the beautiful purple claim Olivia left on your neck.

“What—“ you sputter, withdrawing as much as you can. “That’s not what you’re thinking.”

“And what am I thinking, exactly?” Otto asks, evenly.

What is he thinking exactly? He barely reacted to your naked face, not even to gloat at exposing your biggest secret. And what do you want him to be thinking? That you have no game at all? What would be the point? If anything, you should be proud to show him you get any action.

He interrupts your inner monologue: “I wasn’t expecting the reason for your scattered brain to be sex.” You blush bright red. “I thought you had more self-control than that.”

His lips stretches, deliberately slow, displaying rows of straight incisors and sharp canines. “Unless you’ve been fighting an oversized bat.”

It would have been preferable at the moment. “Yes. You guessed it. How smart.”

Otto chuckles. “It probably wasn’t any good if you look this tense.”

“I have a good reason to be tense at the moment,” you hiss.

“I make you feel that way? My, I’m flattered.”

“You wish, Doc’.”

His hand glides on your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat. A large digit presses down on the mark. “Perhaps, I do.”

Your bruised skin burns at the pressure but your mind burns even brighter processing what Otto just admitted; what he could be imagining as he traces the uneven blood crusts left by the sharp teeth of his counterpart. And your silence is even more telling; somehow even more than the quickening of your breathing, your pulse confessing everything to his touch.

“What do you want?” you struggle to say, mouth heavy.

He smiles, almost gently, but his eyes are predatory. You’re not unfamiliar with the look on his face and isn’t that a thrill. With Olivia, you could have used her actuators as an excuse for your actions; not that you had any intention to though. With Otto, however, the shackles are quickly removed and the raised eyebrow he offers looks like an opportunity for flight.

You don’t take it.

There he stands, the reason for sleepless nights, the unhealthy obsession you can’t wrap your mind around. He looks down and it feels intimate, almost natural if you could ignore your surroundings, the sensation of your suit, and the four red eyes watching you closely.

His fingers are back on the bruise, ignoring your question. “Who gave you this?”

You’re about to lie through your teeth when he adds: “No one important, I’m sure?”

Your spit is thick when you swallow. “Self-centered much?”

He laughs. “You don’t have to answer. You’ll forget them soon enough.”

Doubtful, you think. At the very least, you’ll be haunted forever by the juxtaposition of two universes. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You’re still frozen in the chair, free but still bound by the desire running rampant under your skin and his long fingers around your neck. He’s not even bothered by your comment; Otto has always been radiating confidence, and you know that if one person could erase Olivia from your mind, even for a moment, it’d be him. Fittingly. Her alternate self with whom you share a deeper bond, a long-term rivalry, a never-ending attraction…

He straightens up, hand leaving your neck and you feel a lot colder. In a smooth movement, he takes off his glasses, and you’re assaulted by the gentleness of his brown eyes. The same eyes you kept seeing alongside Olivia’s green ones.

“I want to erase all of this tension.” You realize he finally answered you when he says: “Now tell me, little spider, what do you want?”

There’s no way around it, is it? You can’t just admit you’ve been chilling in an alternate dimension with his alternate self and that you’ve been thinking about him every single minute spent running away and fighting. You can’t just admit you had the best sex of your life with a women-him who confronted you to the extent of the absurd and frankly unethical feelings you distil for your archenemy. You can’t tell him you’ve been fantasizing about the weight of his body, the strength of his hands, the thrill hidden behind each actuator… The thoughts are too much to bear or explain.

“You.”

The grin he gives you is enough of an acknowledgement.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Broad palms stretch across your back, feeling the dryness of your skin, dipping fingers in the tender joints of your muscles as you sigh. His silence almost feels reverent; a stark contrast with Olivia’s rough handling. She spent her time hovering over you, close but never touching, wallowing in the superiority induced by the distance between you. Otto however seems intent on pressing as much skin as possible to yours, enveloping you completely.

“Your back is surprisingly devoid of scars,” he comments.

Your haughty chuckle dies in your throat, distracted by the warmth of his hand snaking to your abdomen to pull you closer. “I always face my enemies,” you answer after a second or two.

His petting stops. “How brave.” The press of clammy skin and well-worn leather melt away the chill raised by his exploring hands. Not entirely because his breath bounces off the crook of your neck, and it’s so easy to get lost in the clash between warmth and cool. “What does that say about me?”

You understand belatedly the insinuation of your previous statement. “Is it trust?” He taunts, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Hell no,” you fire back, “you’re the last person I could trust.”

It’s a lie; you’ve met far shadier and far more morally reprehensible enemies than Dr. Otto Octavius. “I’m offended.” His fingers are running higher on your torso, leaving chills behind like a powder trail ready to combust. You’re not certain you’ll be able to survive this wildfire. “Killing you would be a waste,” he adds as an afterthought.  

“Yeah, your life would be so boring without me.” You smile, stretching your numb arms.

“Indubitably.” The actuator holding your arms up loosens and your heart tightens at the admission. “Although—“

One fat finger from a hand you’ve, regrettably, forgotten press forcefully on your sex; its outline peaking scandalously through your suit. Your gasp is silent but your whole body tenses up against his chest. “—the same could be said about you.”

You swallow a snarky remark. Anything you say could incriminate you further, and your body already does an amazing job on its own. Thankfully, the Doctor is happy to keep the conversation alive: “Could we call this a truce then?”

You wouldn’t call a quick dirty fuck a truce. It’s a distraction, a wonderfully effective one. “As if!” You scoff. “You’re going to prison after this.”

Another finger joins its lonely mate, rubbing in tandem with the spandex against your pelvis. The suit is designed for comfort and to avoid chaffing despite being skin-tight (which you’ve never been more thankful for at the moment), but it’s not an efficient protection against the softness of his caress. You’ll soon want to rip the offending fabric off to press more forcefully on teasing fingers, but for now, you’ll hang on to the last thread of reason the suit provides you. Who knows if you’re not actually dreaming?

“You’re in no position to promise such things, I’m afraid.” He’s right and there’s nowhere else you’d like to be at the moment.

Otto retrieves his hand. “Hey! Don’t—” Your mouth snaps shut but it’s already too late.

You feel him straightening up, leaving your sweaty back to the cold air of the room. You can’t see him but you hear his chuckle and his actuators rattling.

“I see,” he says, “you’re just desperate.”

“Desperate for what? You?” Better dedicating yourself completely to the monkey business. “I’ve had the best fuck of my life two days ago, I’m not desperate.”

The claw holding your arms up retracts and despite the physical retrieve it offers you, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve played a role a bit too well. The shining eye of the actuator stares directly at your face, and you watch it stretch with dubious eyes— “Such a clever mouth.” – until it pushes you against naked skin, squeezing you back tight against Otto’s body…

“I’ve always thought a good fuck could humble you greatly.”

…and his unmistakable excitement. The remaining slivers of coherence leave you at the vulgarity of his sentence and the tantalizing, unique snap of his hips.

“Always?” Your voice is lost in a whisper.

His breath hitches, you’re almost certain of it. His nose brushes against your shoulder, and a hand snakes back over your abdomen as the actuator retracts, holding you even closer. It’s funny how you already are near losing your mind. Your eyes are open but you barely see, only the dark blur of the metallic beam on which you hold on. You’re completely helpless, bent almost in half by the weight of his body, trembling legs and shaking from anticipation; heady from his admission.

Otto hums and the sound vibrates through you. “Fuck, look at you.”

Desperate for the touch of a madman, two seconds away from panting like a dog from how fast your heart is beating, shameful…

“How could I not desire this?” His digits wander in the ridges of your muscles, the dips of your skin. His breath is hot and moist against your shoulder. “You entice me. I can’t wait to make you beg.”

The actuator fixated on your face moves closer, rotating his head in agreement.

“You’ll never hear me be—“

You startle. Another mechanical arm has taken hold of your suit, tugging before tearing it apart like a sheet of paper. A still coherent voice at the back of your mind fustigates you for ruining two perfectly good suits in less than seventy-two hours; the remaining ninety percent short-circuits. You realize, with no amount of dignity left, that your skin is dripping wet. “Shit.”

“Would you look at that?” You can’t look. You don’t want to look. “How flattering.”

The glide of his hand is disgustingly arousing, and you moan unabashedly when he finally – finally – relents and touches your neglected sex. It’s too good to be normal. Lost in your breathy whines, you think about Olivia and her sweet torture session. Even she hasn’t been able to tease such a strong reaction out of you this quickly. How fucked up are you?

Twice you left your body in the hands of an Octavius for experimentation, and you’re afraid this time will be the one that’ll leave you crawling back for more.

“So close so soon?” Otto tuts. “Disappointing.”

His touch stops altogether. You groan. “As lovely as it sounds to make you come more than once, I do intend on experimenting a little more with you.”

Damned Octavius-es! Loving to hear themselves talk, loving to drag things torturously slow…

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” you pant, closing your eyes to gather your thoughts.

“You’re a degenerate, aren’t you?”

He steps away, and you hear the squeaking of leather falling to the ground. You yearn to turn around and watch him in all his half-naked glory. Instead, a metallic arm wraps around your ankle, pushing your legs apart. You feel exposed, the cold air of the warehouse striking your wet skin in an overwhelming contrast. It gets worse when Otto puts a wide palm on the curve of your ass, spreading you and observing the way you part in an embarrassing, squelching noise.

You have no time for a witty comeback: he presses one thick finger into you. You gasp. The intrusion is more surprising than hurting, it distracts you enough from your upending orgasm. His fingers curl inside you, so warm, spreading you open with ease.

He hums pensively. “You feel tight. You’re certain you’re not lying when bragging about your last date?”

A date. You manage not to scoff. “There are other ways to have sex. You’re just old-school.”

Otto chuckles. “More fun for me.”

His mouth is back to your ear, and his affected state is unmistakable. “Let’s see how long you can last before you beg me to fuck your pretty hole.”

The next minutes are excruciating. You lose your voice and all sense of coherency. He fucks you harshly, curling, twisting, scissoring his fingers as you pant hot, condensed air. You could have ignored it (you could have) if he hadn’t been alternating between making sure you were loose for him, and stroking you ‘til you’re leaking enough to use your precum for his mistreatment. And all this time, you were being watched closely by the red eye of his actuator, held tight by two others.

Two delayed orgasms later, and three fingers deep in you, you are near your breaking point. You’ve lost track of time, lost control over your vocal chords and you’re secretly glad you’re not in an apartment right now. The neighbors might have complained.

“Nothing to say?” Otto asks. You can hear his shit-eating grin.

“F-Fuck. No.”

“As you wish.”

He spits directly on your fluttering opening before stuffing four fingers in. You definitely scream this time.

“Otto!” You don’t even recognize the sound of your own voice.

He hums in fake interest. “What is it, love?”

Your heart beats even faster. You hate him for that. He thrusts against your walls. “Oh, fuck!”

“Not even close, darling.”

Your moan sounds devastated. His other hand snakes to your front, stroking you with clever fingers and you feel yourself overflowing. You know you could come from this alone, but your half-delirious brain somehow craves more. You want the press of his soft body on your back again, and his bruising mouth on your neck. Perhaps even his teeth right where Olivia marked you. You want his warm hands on your aching skin, on the map of scars he left on you.

“Now,” he sighs, “what do we—“

“Please.”

His stillness attests to his surprise. You share the sentiment but you’re this close to losing your goddamn mind; you don’t really care anymore except for the chance of feeling him inside you.

“What do you want?” he hisses, stroking you impossibly harder.

“You,” you cry out. Otto disengages with an irritated sound. “Wait!”

He grabs your chin, almost choking you in the process. You realize your cheeks are wet. “I’ll leave you like this, you hear me?” His voice is harsh, raspy. “Now, be very specific, pet.”

“Fuck me!” What a pathetic display you make. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You look directly into the actuator’s eye. It gives you a thrill. “Please, Doctor.”

You register distantly his labored breathing, the slight tremor in his fingers when he releases you to get rid of his trousers. Despite having been thoroughly prepared, the filthy glide of his cock stretches you wider, reaching deeper parts of yourself. Your legs tremble and the only reason you’re not collapsing on the ground is the tight hold his actuators have on you. His arms wrap around your torso, and the furnace of his skin turns you to embers.

“Come on, just give it to me!” Even in your tormenting need, you somehow find it in you to be bossy. “Otto—“

He grabs your face forcefully, turning it towards him. His strong nose is pressed in your right cheek, and the encompassing heat of his breath tickles the corner of your mouth. You want to kiss his plump lips so badly.

“From now on, it’s Doctor Octavius for you.”

The stretch burns from lack of lubrication, but he plunges into you without any concerns. The snap of his hips is so strong you topple forward in a pitiful cry. Otto fucks you harshly, frantically while holding your mouth close to his. He pants through his nose and you respond in kind by moaning loudly. If you had more time, you’d have wished for Olivia to wreck you like this, to have you feel her skin as she fucks you. Her fingers, her actuators, anything to make you feel this full.

“Doc’,” you choke, twisting your neck to partially meet his chapped lips, “harder.”

“You greedy little thing.”

The actuators at your legs disentangle themselves, planting in the ground in a loud crack. The combined strength of Otto’s hips and his mechanical allies pushes you completely against the metal beam. You’re glad, unable to hold yourself upright as you’re assaulted by this indescribable force.  Your screams speak volumes:

“Ah! Ah, shit!”

He’s now groaning against your cheek, sweat gathering on his forehead and running on your skin. The whole ordeal is disgusting and you want more. You need more.

Greedy. You’re so greedy.

In an unconscious movement, your numb hand releases the beam to bury itself in his damp bangs. It elicits a downright animalistic snarl from Otto, so you tug. Hard.

“Fuck,” he hisses. It sounds like pain but his hips shake, losing his rhythm.

The embers he created coil in your abdomen. Your limited movements don’t stop you from pushing against him, chasing the spark that’ll finally ignite you. You mutter disjointed sentences – ‘come on’s, ‘so good’s, and debauched iterations of his name – which he answers with more groans and moans of his own. You cling to him, breathing in the strong essence of leather and sweat, twisting your neck, even more, to meet his lips in an almost kiss, anchoring him closer and deeper until—

“Break down, sweetheart.”

He bites the scream you let out. It’s his words, this final act of stimulation, this echo of another universe, that lights you up. He catches your tears with his lips and you come, powerless against the intensity of the sensation. Otto follows you, pumping his spend inside you for what seems like forever. Your own clings to your trembling skin. You try to regulate your senses, still focused on the twitching of your muscles, on the throbbing length of his cock and his ragged breathing.

The actuators retract and you expect him to do the same but he stays anchored to you. The nuzzling of his nose against your cheek somehow manages to freak you out more than the aftermath of this whole conundrum. Your fingers in his hair relax, scratching his scalp in response to his caresses. Your neck hurts from the unusual position you force it into, but it’s the least of your worries when his mouth is right there.

Sadly, he steps away, slipping out from you in a deafeningly wet noise. Your legs fail you but you hold onto the metal beam, now warm under your touch. The contraction of your muscles has the unfortunate effect of letting his hot cum leek out of you, cascading along your thighs. Otto lets out a contemplative hum.

“You paint a pretty picture, I must say.”

His thumb dips into your flesh, spreading your sensitive entrance as more of him comes out of you.

You huff, straightening up. “Hands off.”

Your suit is in shambles on the ground; you look at it dejectedly. Olivia had the intelligence of divesting you of it, not ripping it to shreds. Men.

“Hard to take me to prison in this state, right?”

You turn to glare at him but you end up gaping at the two actuators throwing Otto’s leather coat on your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You try to summon your usual carefree attitude but you find yourself unable to. You’ve somehow been more easy-going with your life on the line and under the near-psychotic gaze of Olivia than you are now. You wonder what that says about you. “This doesn’t change anything. Next time, I’ll kick your ass so hard they’ll have to drag you to your cell.”

He laughs lowly. “’Sounds promising.”

He’s not insinuating—

You clear your throat, adjusting the coat around you to shield you from the cold seeping into your bones. You feel uneasy being watched so closely by three pairs of eyes. Otto hands you something: the ruffled mask he snatched off before. You take it.

“You know that the purpose of a mask is to hide your face?” you mutter, stuffing it inside one of his pockets.

He shrugs. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“…Sorry, what?”

It’s how you wear the mask that matters? Perhaps it’s better off… sometimes.

[l8rs-gat0rs]

Back with another Eva request! Very angsty this time, but reader and Eva had been secretly dating for a while, but recently Eva's been more flirty with the other girls, so reader gets jealous and threatens to leave.

It's Always Been You

Pairing: Eva x Female reader

Warning(s): ANGSTTTTT, self-esteem issues, TERRIBLE communication, make-up fluff

Summary: You and Eva have been dating for a while, Eva thinks the girls suspect something so she starts being more flirty with them. However, you don't take this very well, and you threaten to leave.

Word count: 1.8k

Happy pride month everyone! So happy to be off my writers block hiatus on the glorious first day of the gay month haha, especially dropping this fic! Hope ya'll enjoy :) Especially you anon, thanks for requesting. Sorry it took so long!

~~~~~~Happy Reading!~~~~~~

You smiled as Eva cuddled with you and traced her finger along the soft skin of your arm absentmindedly as the two of you watched a movie together.

You smiled as Eva cuddled with you, absentmindedly tracing her finger along the soft skin of your arm as the two of you watched a movie together.

This had become one of your nightly rituals, every night, you and Eva would sneak out of your beds, kiss, cuddle, watch TV or movies, and... other… things too…

Why at night? Well, you and Eva decided not to tell the rest of the girls because you both weren't ready to tell them.

The two of you were nervous about how they would react, so you kept it on the down low.

Which brings you to your current situation.

You didn't mind it at first, but you're starting to wish you could be out to the girls.

"Eva, when can we tell the girls?" You asked her, lifting your head off her chest to look up at her.

"Soon, they're not ready yet," she replied, keeping her eyes on the TV.

You sighed softly, moving your head back to her chest.

It was the same response she had given you multiple times.

And once again, you reluctantly accepted it.

"Alright"

The night ended as usual, with you falling asleep in Eva's arms.

When you woke up, you were in your bed and Eva was nowhere to be found.

As usual.

You sigh, laying in bed for a while, scrolling through your phone, before you decide to get up and brush your teeth.

When you make your way to the kitchen you shared with the girls, you roll your eyes at the sight before you.

Eva has her arms around Cricket's waist, and Cricket laughed as Eva whispered something into her ear.

"Oh hey, what's up, babe?" Isis said as she noticed you.

Eva's eye caught yours but neither of you said anything, her expression unreadable.

"Hey Isis, what's for breakfast?" You asked with a small smile on your face.

"Cricket is making her famous chocolate chip pancakes" Salem said excitedly.

"Oh nice!" You rubbed your hands together.

You couldn't lie to yourself; you loved Cricket's chocolate chip pancakes.

You looked at Cricket, and she smiled, saluting you before flipping one of the pancakes she was making.

You had made it a point not to get mad at any of the girls, even if they were flirting with Eva, because it wasn't their fault; they didn't know the two of you were together.

Eva's hands slipped down to Cricket's hips, and you inhaled sharply before turning away quickly and sitting down at the table with the rest of the girls.

"So what's new with you, little miss 'I'm-everyone's-favorite' ?" Salem nudged your arm playfully.

"Oh, so I'm your favorite?" You smirked at her.

"Of course, how could you not be cutie?" She wrapped her arm around you, causing you to blush lightly.

"Yes, we all love y/n" Eva spoke up as she sat down across from you.

Though she had a smile on her face, you could tell by a slight twitch in the corner of her lips that she was irritated.

This is how she's been recently; she flirts with all the girls but gets jealous whenever they flirt with you.

Yet she still wouldn't tell them the two of you were dating.

You were tired of the hypocrisy.

"Well, if I'm your favorite, why don't you prove it?" You turned back to Salem.

"Oooooh, someone's flirtingggg, I didn't know you had it in you" Grace quipped with a smirk.

"There are a lot of things you haven't experienced when it comes to me." You replied, throwing her a wink.

"Oh really? I'd like to experience them, if you don't mind" Grace responded, her voice dropping, sounding more sultry.

"Wow, looks like the pancakes are ready everyone!" Eva said unnecessarily loud as Cricket bought the plate of finished pancakes to the table.

"Yup, dig in!" Cricket said, placing the plate down in the middle of the table and taking a seat next to you.

The girls started digging in. You made eye contact with Eva, her smile had disappeared, she was now staring at you.

You shrugged your shoulders at her and started putting pancakes on your plate.

You put syrup on your pancakes and started to eat.

"Mmm, Cricket, these are fucking amazing, as usual" you moaned.

"Wow, that's a sound I would like to hear again" Cricket smirked.

"Hey, I think we should have an extra check-in session today after breakfast." Eva looked up from her food at you.

You noticed her clenching her jaw as she waited for your answer.

"Yeah, sure, sounds good" you looked back at your food and cut another slice of your pancakes.

After breakfast, you purposely took a while with the dishes.

You had no interest in talking to Eva any time soon.

"Y/n, I think that plate is clean now." Cricket laughed.

You looked down at the plate you were holding and stopped scrubbing it.

"Oh, sorry. I guess my head is somewhere else." You smiled at her sheepishly.

"Is it about Eva?" Cricket quirked her eyebrows up, folding her arms and leaning her back against the counter.

Your eyes widened for a second before you steeled yourself.

"It's not," you answered simply, placing the dish on the drying rack and turning around to face Cricket.

"Mhm" Cricket smirked.

You rolled your eyes and busied yourself cleaning an imaginary stain on the counter with a dishcloth.

"Come on, you've been acting weird ever since she asked you to have an extra session after breakfast."

"It's complicated." You sighed, stopping your actions and looking at Cricket.

Cricket's face softened and she smiled at you.

"Hey listen, I'm not gonna push anything, but if you want to talk, I'm here for you." She put a hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks, I gotta go to my session with Eva, but we can talk after." You smiled gratefully at her.

She nodded and gave you two pats on the back before you made your way to the session room.

You knocked on the door, hearing Eva say "Come in" before you entered, closing the door behind you.

"So you wanna tell me what that was at breakfast?" Eva asked, crossing her arms and staring at you as she sat on the floor seat she had by the window.

You simply laughed at her audacity.

"Sit." She gestured to the seat across from her.

You rolled your eyes but sat down anyway.

"I don't understand what you think is funny y/n" Eva frowned at you.

"No, I don't understand what you want me to say. Everyday Eva. It's every single fucking day. You flirt with the other girls, but you can't tell them about us because they're Not. Ready." You annunciated your last few words, laced with venom.

"Yeah, because they're not! And I don't know what you expect me to do, I'm just trying to make sure we don't get caught." Eva shot out exasperatingly.

"Right, but it's a problem when I do it." You scoffed.

"Yeah, because you're not doing it to make sure we don't get caught." Eva ran a hand through her hair.

You were a bit surprised she was showing outward signs of irritability since she was usually fairly collected, even when she was upset.

"Oh, so when I flirt back, it's because I'm selfish. Got it." You nodded sarcastically.

"No! You just-"

"Listen Eva. I'm done. With all of this. I'm done with the sneaking around. I'm done with the hypocrisy, and I'm done with you." You spat, getting up from your seat on the floor, ready to leave the room.

"Y/n wait!" Eva quickly rose to her feet and moved to squeeze both of your arms.

"No Eva. I'm leaving. I can't be here anymore. I thought you were different, but you're not. You're ashamed to be with me, and I deserve better than this." You pushed Eva's hands off of you, your voice lower than before.

You turned to go, making your way toward the door.

"You're right." You heard Eva say.

You came to a halt at her words but didn't turn around.

"You're right. You deserve better than me. But, I want you to know, I was never ashamed to be with you." Eva spoke softly.

Tears welled up in your eyes as she continued.

"I'm just... I don't know. I don't want the girls to view me differently. I'm scared to tell them because I'm afraid of not being good enough for you. I flirt with the other girls, but not in the same way I flirt with you. You mean so much to me. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I swear on my life, I don't love anyone the way I love you. You mean everything to me, and that scares the shit out of me y/n because what if I lose you? What if we tell them and they tell you that you deserve better?" You heard Eva's voice quiver toward the end.

"You're the one that I want, y/n." She grabbed your hand, causing you to turn around and face her.

"It's you. It's always been you." She finished, with tears now pouring down her red cheeks.

You grabbed her tightly and hugged her as the two of you sobbed in each other's arms.

You were so moved by her words, and not only that, but Eva opened herself up to you.

She had always been this flirtatious, confident woman, so sure of herself in every single way. You'd never imagine Eva losing her cool, much less crying.

But here she was.

Sobbing into your arms, afraid she wasn't good enough for you.

"Eva" you croaked after the two of you had calmed down, your voice hoarse from crying.

She pulled away to look at you and you wiped the tears from her face.

You smiled at her because even though she had just been crying, she was still the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.

You held her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb against her cheeks.

She melted into your touch and put her hands over yours as her bright blue eyes glistened with tears.

"You are more than enough for me. And I'll keep saying that until you know it deep down in your bones, because I need you to know that. You are good enough. And the girls would never say you aren't. And even if they did, I wouldn't listen to them, I would not give a single flying fuck."

You looked deep into her eyes, making sure she understood every single word you were telling her. Because you meant it.

"And I love you too, Eva. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt" you chuckled, causing her to let out a small, choked laugh, tears threatening to spill.

You closed your eyes and gently pressed your lips against hers, kissing her with passion.

When the two of you separated, you kept your eyes closed, pressing your forehead to hers.

After around 30 seconds, you pulled away from her, taking both her hands into yours.

"Now what do you say we tell the girls about us?" You smiled at her hopefully.

"Let's do it." Eva smiled back.

[raindailies]

HIHIIII<33 i really loved ur shu fic,, ur such a talented writer 🥹🥹 (tumblr yaminions are currently in drought) and i remembered you wrote this!! if ur reqs are closed rn,, pls ignore this 🩷🩷

could i req a gn!reader fluff, as mornings with shu? 🥹🩷

thank u sm!! have a nice day ml <33

xoxo, saku 🤍

HIHIHII SAKU!!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING <33 TUMBLR YAMINIONS REALLY ARE IN DROUGHT 💔

OFC I WILL WRITE MORNINGS WITH SHU AAJAJS

pairings: GN!READER X SHU YAMINO

info: pure teeth rotting fluff of my favorite boy shu yamino himself. What are mornings with Shu like?

warnings: none <3

𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 ✦ !

So we know that Shu barely sleeps

This guy I swear he's really stubborn when it comes to such stuff

BUT-! He has a soft spot for you, and specifically you and you only

If someone else were to tell him to go to sleep he would kindly refuse, but you? How exactly can he even say no to you?

But if you're like him, and stay up late - he won't condone that, duh

He'll force you to sleep with him, and he'll sleep just so you get your sleep

Moving on to the mornings - I imagine Shu to be very goddamn tired in the morning

Shu seems like the type of person who would softly snore in their sleep tbh

Every morning, you usually wake up with Shu snuggling onto you right by your side, both of you warm under the bedsheets

Since Shu usually stays up late, he would sleep in whenever he gets the chance to - but if you or him have something to do he is very very on time

You woke up, drowsy with Shu hugging your arm while he nestles his face onto your neck

He looks so peaceful just sleeping there, without any worries whatsoever

Once you try to get up, he'd slowly blink awake, drowsy and tired - HIS MORNING VOICE LOWKEY MAKES YOU FOLD

"(name)..?" his raspy voice would speak, holding your arm so you wouldn't move

"there's still time.. c'mere" he refuses to let you go and instead pulls your body closer to him, and spooning you - but it's not like you mind

The day would start with him cuddling and snuggling you until you force him to get up to eat

Your eyes flicker open as you drowsily look to your side, met with an extremely cute purple haired man snuggling against your side, sleeping happily.

You smile a bit, gazing in his features. How did you even get him? The sun from outside the window hits against his hair perfectly, giving him the perfect lightning - you were mesmerized.

Slowly, you turned your body to grab your phone, the time read 9:32. God you slept in late, you took a glance and Shu. He has been working hard, and he deserves his rest. So you try to peer your arm away from his grasp, but accidentally woke him up.

"mmghm..(name)..?" He said, drowsily, his voice low and raspy as his eyes starts to flicker open.

"ah - sorry Shu, keep sleeping, I'll make breakfast" You smiled and press a kiss against his forehead, making your way out of bed before Shu pulled your body close to his.

"there's still time, I wanna cuddle.." Shu whispered, his blush evident as he holds your body.

you blink a few times, then smiled softly before snuggling in with him.

"just for you.."

Now if Shu were to get up before you - that's a different story

Shu is very responsible, he never misses an alarm clock except for ONE singular time, he doesn't want to talk about it too much

He woke up before you, drowsily waking up and looked to you beside him.

He smiles, so hard, he smiles widely like a highschool girl giggling

He looks like those girls giggling over their crush

Shu feels so SO lucky that he got to meet you, he would trade anything in the world for you

Shu would then place a VERY quick kiss on your cheeks or forehead then run out of the room in embarrassment

Why is it that you always make him feel like this

Shu tiredly opens his eyes, as his alarm clock rang but he shut it off almost immediately so it won't wake you up. He looks to the side and there you are - sleeping peacefully right beside him, your body pressed against his.

He smiles, and quietly giggles to himself looking at you. He's so in love, and he won't get out - ever. He thinks of doing something a little risky.. he looks at you, then back at the door, then you again.

He lunges forward (but quietly) and places a kiss on your forehead, with a huge blush on his face, he dashes (but quietly duh) out of your shared bedroom.

If someone was there they'd see him kneeled down before the bedroom door and giggling to himself.

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❝𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧❞

A/N: thank you so much for requesting saku - sorry it's a lil late hehe

[littledollll]

Can I please request a Larissa x English teacher reader. R has mental health issues and had a habit of isolating themselves when it gets bad but because of having Larissa they haven't done this in a few yea

R ends up having a really bad week (they overheard students or teachers making fun of them/their teaching) because of this they end up isolating for a few weeks causing people to be really concerned.

Larissa eventually finds r hiding in a fort they made in an abandoned part of the school with a pile of books they've been using to escape their thoughts.

Ends with Larissa comforting r while they explain what's been happening with them and Larissa tells them how perfect they are and that they are valuable and that she loves them?

Comfort crowd

Larissa weems x teacher!reader

A/n: Im so sorry this took so long, writers block is kicking my ass recently Omg. I kinda like this though and I hope you do too! Thank you for your request.

Warnings: self isolation, students being little shits (but they love u) idk what else.

Mental health had always been an issue for you, something you’ve learned to handle over the years but Larissa had never seen you like this. One of the many reasons you fell inlove with her was because of how she made all your problems feel so much lighter, you felt safe and understood by her and she was always more than happy to help and support you through anything.

Lately it’s been getting worse. The pressure around you was too much and the new batch of students this year really did a number on you. They were impossible to deal with, and you’ve overheard them openly complain about you and your class. It’s never unusual for students to complain but never had it felt so personal, they were directly criticizing the class.

At first you ignored it, you kept showing and doing your classes but the more tired you seemed the more they decided to misbehave and make class impossible. It felt like they were directly trying to upset you, round of applause for them because it worked. One day you just stopped showing up.

At first the students were happy, who doesn’t love a free hour? But as the days passed they started getting concerned, they never really hated you all that much, but it was fun to mess around and not get work done, and maybe have a laugh whenever you were visibly frustrated. After a week of not hearing from you they came to Larissa about it.

She mentioned she was already aware and currently searching for you since you stopped meeting with her for your usually lunches together and date nights.

It wasn’t long before she found you, hidden away in the old and abandoned music room, the lights worked but barely. You had a comfortable little spot set up, books everywhere, a kind of fort sent up with the chairs in the room effectively hiding you from anyone who didn’t look too close. There wasn’t much around you but it was clear this is where you had been for the past week.

Larissa didn’t want to disturb the peace you had created for yourself, but she was concerned never had she seen you run away, much less completely disappear. Yes sometimes you’d take days off and keep the rest of the world out but back then you still let her in, so what happened that caused you to shut her out too?

Her hand raised and she knocked on one of the chairs announcing her presence, snapping you out of your concentration as you sat on the floor reading one of the many books with you.

“You’ve built yourself quite the hideaway.” Larissa was first to speak, you were met with that trademark beautiful and comforting smile only she seemed seemed to have. Nodding, you have her a sad smile back, though in your eyes she saw relief at the sight of her.

She looked to the space next to you, silently asking to be let in to your little comfort bubble, again you nodded, and as soon as she sat down her hands cupped your face, trying to get a good look at you, you hummed, leaning into the warmth of your touch.

“What happened, my love?” The dreaded question. How could you tell her the job and kids she loved so much were eating away at you. Draining you until you simply couldn’t show face. “The students were asking about you, some made their way to your room trying to check up on you as well.”

“They sure didn’t act like they cared how I was when I was present, they don’t care for the class and certainly don’t respect me, I hate to admit how much it got to me.” You sounded bitter, but more than that just hurt. She only pulled her hands away from you to wrap you in a hug, which you happily sank into, God you missed her.

“Why didn’t you tell me if they were acting up?” you sighed and hid into her chest. “What kind of teacher can’t get their room in control so bad they need to call in the principal.”

“Oh many, most of them really! If they aren’t rude and tough from the get-go the students will drive them insane. You are not the first and will not be the last. But they have no real intent to hurt you, I promise you that. I can’t tell you the amount of students who started asking about you on day two of your secret hideaway.”

You looked at her questioningly. Was she being serious? She gave you a nod and continued. “They trust you. They talk to and about you like you’re a friend, sometimes that causes issues, there’s a line that they cross alot. And when you act like more of a teacher than their friend it makes them upset. They’ll get used to it, and we will talk to them.”

“Riss, they make me feel like any attempt I do at doing my job is horrible. How come no other teachers have this problem if it’s so common?” You countered with a sigh.

“Some of them are, some of them did and their solution was to cut being friendly and start being overly strict, and with that you get the issue of being the class after the strict teacher. They get to talk more, have a little more freedom and it makes them lose control.”

You do remember hearing them complain about how the biology teacher would take away points, quote “any time we breathe too loud”. You always thought teachers like that were horrible.

“You are doing nothing wrong, my love. They need to learn control and respect and we will work on that together. You are an extremely valuable member of this school, to staff, to your students and most of all to me. You don’t need to hide from me darling, I’m here to help, support and love you. Allow me to do so.”

And just like that Larissa Weems yet again, made all your problems feel lighter. You didn’t have to handle anything alone, not as long as she was here.

[ladylooch]

Nico smut where you finally get intimate after having a baby? maybe reader is insecure about her body so Nico just worships her

A/N: Mmmm intimacy and sex. We love to see it ❤️ Thank you so much for this request. My heart was literally exploding and aching and bouncing with joy writing this. I love these type of requests that make you feel as a reader and a writer. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for being patient while waiting for this one!

Part of What My World Spins Around AU.

Reminder: although I am posting requests right now, they are closed. I am just getting caught up.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Body image issues, swearing, drinking, babies/pregnancy talk.

Across the table, my husband is absolutely salivating. 

And it has little to do with the sushi rolls we are currently stuffing in our faces. After 9 looooooong months without my favorite cuisine, it was a relief when Nico suggested this restaurant for the second visit this week.

But, again, the look on his face is not because of food. It’s because of me.

“Nico.” I snort after taking a sip of my mango martini.

“Hm?” He asks, thumb stroking across the top of my hand that he holds in the center of the table.

“Tone it down a bit.” 

“I can’t.” He shrugs. “I finally get to have you. And you’re just eating sushi over there like you’re not dying at the thought of feeling me between your thighs again.” 

“I’m still thinking about the other thing that was between my thighs 6 weeks ago.” I gesture with my other hand. “Ya know, our daughter.” His shoulders deflate a bit and I can tell I’ve bruised his ego. I bite my lip. I didn’t mean to do that, but it’s the truth. Birth is traumatic. A lot happens to your body before, during, and after. It’s a wild ride.

“I understand.” He nods, giving my hand a squeeze. “Sorry, I just assumed when they told you everything was okay today that you would… Yeah, that’s on me. I’m sorry. I should have-“

“Neeks, you’re absolutely fucking me tonight.” I cut him off. He visibly relaxes, happy grin stretching his lips.

“Okay.” We share a soft laugh, my cheeks tinting red at the obvious excitement returning to his face. He glances between me and my last piece of sushi.

“Patience.” 

“It’s been 8 weeks and 4 days since I’ve had you.” He blurts out. “And since you texted me the green flag earlier, I have been painfully hard.”

“It has not been that long since I helped you out.” He blinks at me, waiting for an elaboration. “I sucked you off in the kitchen the other day.”

“Oh I remember. Vividly. I just wanted you to say it out loud.”

“You’re such a slut, Hischier.”

“Only for you, Hischier.” He murmurs, gnawing on his bottom lip as the waitress comes to ask if we want anything else. “The check would be great.” Nico says without taking his eyes from me. I roll my eyes, hiding my smile with another sip of my drink.

When we get home, we both cross our fingers that our baby is asleep. Ryan Graves and his girlfriend, Clare, offered to watch Lucie so we could enjoy a night out. All three humans are passed out in the living room when we enter. 

“Gravy.” Nico snickers, poking the defenseman’s shoulder. He startles awake.

“Holy shit.” He mutters. “Sorry. This baby stuff is hard. I’m exhausted.”

“Welcome to the club.” I laugh, walking to Lucie and seeing her perfectly swaddled, on her back in her bassinet. 

“We just did the round of eating and changing, so she should be good for a bit.”

“Great.” I grin. “So you guys gonna have one?”

“Not yet.” Clare laughs honestly, but the look she gives to Ryan makes me think it isn’t too far off.

“When you’re ready, it’s literally the best thing.” Nico murmurs, coming to slide a hand around my waist. He presses his finger tips into my stomach, pulling me back to where he is rock hard against my butt.

“Well, we will get out of your hair. Gotta get my baby to bed.” Clare jokes, nudging Ryan towards the door.

“Why am I so tired? All I did was hold her?” Ryan mutters as they work towards the entry way. I follow, leaving my horny husband in the living room to cover his situation.

“Bye! Thanks again!” I wave to them, then shut the front door. The air in the house instantly changes when we are alone… with our sleeping baby.

I come back into the living room to find Nico staring at her. His brown eyes are absolute mush, taking in the center of his world. He brings his gaze to me. I lick my bottom lip then tuck it between my teeth. Nico begins to move towards me. I feel my breathing accelerate as he reaches for my hips. I toss my arms around his shoulders. Our mouths crash together, lips and tongues caressing each other shamelessly.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He whispers harshly against my mouth. “If you touch me, I’ll come in my pants.” I pull my head back to let out a loud laugh at his eagerness. Our baby startles in her crib. Both Nico and I hold our breath, clutching each other desperately, praying she settles herself back down. She stays asleep.

“We should leave this room.” I tell him. He nods, grabbing the portable baby monitor from the counter and hooking it to her bassinet. We both run up the hall as quietly and fast as possible.

When we get to the bedroom, all of my confidence begins to shatter. It starts when he brushes his hands innocently over my leftover baby pooch. I shiver, thinking of what that’s going to look like fully exposed. Then, his fingers run lovingly over my back, stroking a few bulges of pudge left there too. My eyes close, trying to enjoy his strokes on my ass, but I think of just a few inches forward, wondering if it’s all going to be the same for him. He’s been counting the days down; what if he’s disappointed in me now?

Nico kisses his way along my jaw. I squeeze my eyes shut as he works on the button on my jeans. I feel like every part of me is jiggling with his movement. HIs fingers brush against the baby pooch again. I react, gripping his wrist to halt his movements.

“What?” He asks, pulling back to look at me. My eyes are still shut.

“Can we turn the lights off?”

“Ah…” He chuckles. “I kinda wanna see you, babe. It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah I know. Um, and I’m different.” I say quietly. My eyes open to look at him. He wears an inquisitive look that stretches the corners of his lips into a deep frown. A wrinkle appears between his eyebrows. “I look different.” My voice is small as I reiterate what I know.

Nico steps away to take me in. I reach down to cover what is exposed of my abdomen.

“Put those hands down.” 

“Nico.”

“Baby.” I feel my bottom lip wobble as I drop my hands. “Beautiful. I wish you could see what I do when I look at you. You’re stunning. I want to worship you. I want to kiss every single part of pregnancy left on your body.” He reaches for my hand. I weave our fingers together, looking at our feet. He steps closer, nudging my chin up to look at him. “You have given us the greatest gift. And I love every single reminder of that on you now.” His hand, linked with mine, comes up and runs along the stretch marks fanning across my lower abdomen. “I’m going to praise every bit of it on you for the rest of our lives, starting with tonight.”

“Ugh, you are so sweet.” I mumble, stepping forward to kiss him hard. His hands go around my hips, into my jeans, then to my bare ass cheeks. He squeezes them heftily, grinding me against his front. 

Together, we undress each other. Nico’s shirt get tossed. My jeans are pushed down. He kicks off his pants around his ankles and we are both left in our underwear. He nudges me back towards our bed, sitting me down on it. I work my way back, without letting our kiss break. When I’m flat, Nico arranges one of my legs around his waist so he can rub against my folds. I moan into his mouth. While still giving kisses, his hand works it’s way between our bodies, feeling at my entrance. I hold my breath, listening to the sound of me slick against him. Nico pulls roughly away, pausing. 

“I need a minute.” He laughs, looking up at the ceiling. I reach for him, seeing the wetness puddling on his gray, boxer briefs. I stroke at the wet spot, feeling his slit as Nico hisses. “No. Stop.” He says horsely, gripping my wrist. “I was serious about cumming in my pants.”

I sigh happily as I stare up at his chin from my back. A smile stretches my lips, thinking that there isn’t much sexier than an NHL captain needing to wait so he isn’t a two pump chump. I trail my finger nails along the ridges of his abdomen, admiring my red nails complimenting his muscles. It looks sexy with light, pink trails popping up after they pass over an area. Nico tilts his head down to watch too as the goosebumps dot his skin.

“Ready?” He asks me, sweet eyes watching every flicker on my face.

“Yes.” I stare as he pulls his underwear down, kicking it off to the floor. My heart begins to beat fast in my body as I lift my hips for him to do the same to me. He gently spreads my knees so he can drink in the view. He moans, immediately leaning down and placing his lips on my folds. He kisses all along them as my breath quivers. My eyebrows crinkle in need when his tongue snakes out. 

“Fuck.” I moan, whimpering at the end as he digs in deeper. He circles my entrance with his finger, working it in, sliding it in and out. “Nicooo.” It’s been so long since I’ve had any sort of an orgasm. Nico pulls it from me with a few more strokes. He kisses up my abdomen as I recover. He comes to my lips, hovering there to look into my eyes.

“Ive missed this side of you, babe.” He nuzzles my cheek with his nose, kissing along to my jaw, then to my throat. “Your sweet noises. The way you whisper my name before you come.” I feel him place himself against my entrance, slowly rolling in a circle to get me ready for him.

When he pushes in, he is affectionate, mindful of his size and my sensitivity. I bite my lip, trying not to wince as his head inches in. This is much more than a finger. I can’t help but tense in anticipation with each slow push forward.

“Relax, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He feathers kisses along my breasts. My nipples are a no-go right now, but his mouth on my swells are enough to make pleasure seep from between my lips. Once he feels me relax, he slides in the rest of the way. He stays right there, filling me, pulling back to watch my face. “I love you so much.” He nuzzles our noses together then presses his lips over mine. “You are perfect. So incredible.” I bring my hands to his back, stroking his skin.

“I love you.” I repeat to him, leaning up to connect our lips again. “I trust you.”

“Tell me when.” He pulls out again, then slowly eases in once more. This time feels better, a flicker of fire dashing up my body, making a noise spurt from my throat.

“I’m ready.” I whisper in his ear as he places his head down by mine to focus.

He begins to move in and out, tenderly, then builds to a tempo that has me wiggling beneath him. He props himself up on his arms, biceps flexing from his weight as he pumps his hips- all the way in then almost all the way out. My mouth falls into an “O” heavy breathing falling from my lips as my fingers grip him tighter. Nico groans in appreciation.

“That’s it, baby. Dig your finger nails into me… just… like.. that.” He murmurs as he hits that spot inside of me. “Fuck. I’m obsessed with how you feel.” He is moaning with me now, barely able to speak his words.

I run my fingers in opposite directions on his back. One goes to his ass, pushing his bare cheeks into me harder with each thrust. The other goes to his hair, gripping his long strands as he fucks me deeper. Everything else has disappeared except for the points we are connecting with each other. Nico’s hand comes to my clit, rubbing me in large, dainty circles, just enough to get me to shake against him. He turns down to watch my face. “You look so beautiful when I’m fucking you, baby.” He is grinning, teeth shinning as he watches my breathing shorten more, cheeks flush, eyes close.

“Holy… fucking.. fuck.” I sob to Nico as I come. He unleashes into me immediately after my first wave grips him. Swiss German spews from his lips aggressively as pulse after pulse passes through us. I cling to him, muscles spasming, hovering off the bed before collapsing back onto the mattress, breathing heavy, sporadic puffs. His hands go around me and he rolls us, so I collapse on top of his chest. He pants beneath my body weight, stroking his hand from my hair to my butt cheeks. 

We lay there there for several minutes, neither of us able to speak.

Nico’s fingers run through my hair, gripping the strands in his fist to list my face up towards his. It’s gentle, but the act has me imagining the nastier nights we’ve had. I push out a silent breath, lips forming a tight O. He registers the depth of my gaze, lost in our old memories, then grins devilishly at me.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fantastic.” I tell him, chuckling. “Can’t believe you lasted that long.”

“I was pulling out all the stops in my mind.” He shakes his head, eyes widening. “Almost didn’t make it to stroke four.” I press my mouth to the underside of his chin. “Mmm.” He grunts in appreciation.

“Thank you.” I whisper. “You always know what I need to feel loved. I… was so worried earlier and you made everything okay. You always do.”

“You know you’re all I need, babe. And if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I’m pretty content right now, but a bath with you would really seal the deal.” I admit to him. “Maybe rub some bubbles on some dirty places…” I trail off, meeting his gaze.

“Yes, please. Once wasn’t enough.” He maneuvers me off of him and onto my side after a slap on the ass.

He gives me a smooch before disappearing into our bathroom to set the stage for round 2.

[oscurascout]

Y/N As A Doorman

From "That's Not My Neighbor" game

Note - Sorry for not posting for a while. I've been busy with schoolwork and tests, and I've also had writer's block. But I'm back, and I hope you enjoy this part.

A little side note - This is my first time writing a fight scene, I hope it turned out well.

Warning ⚠️ - This part includes fighting, hitting, broken bones, mentions of blood (sort of), injuries, and fainting.

Part 8 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9, Part 10)

~•~Y/N's POV~•~

After dinner, we all gather in the living room where Hoon had made a mess of all the stuff that my grandparents had. Hoon was currently happily showing everyone photos of me from when I was a little kid.

I was happy to finally have some peace and calm after everything that had recently happened. “How I wish that it'll always be this peaceful,” I thought as Hoon grabbed my grandmother's favorite album.

“Be careful with that one; Grandma loved those photos,” I said and saw how Hoon carefully handled the book.

We stayed like that for an hour or two, then we all went to sleep. Francis had to stay with us for the night. “I hope tomorrow is a peaceful day too,” I thought as I lay down, but I just couldn't sleep. So, I decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I got to the kitchen, I saw that someone else was there. It was Francis. “Hey, you also can't sleep?” I said as I entered the kitchen.

Francis - “Yeah, it's usually like this for me.”

“You should see a doctor,” I said as I drank water.

Francis - *chuckles* “I don't have time; a lot of work to do.”

We both stayed quiet for a while, just feeling comfort in the peaceful atmosphere.

Francis - “Are you okay?”

“… No, you see, I'm worried. I just can't deal with all of this. A few months ago, I was just doing odd jobs and had nothing to worry about. But now I have to worry about everything. I have to protect the whole apartment while also trying to protect myself. It's just too much, and I don't think I'm doing a good job,” I said as I felt all the pressure of the world on my shoulders.

I felt Francis giving me a side hug and patting my back.

Francis - “Don't worry; you are doing an excellent job. Even after many months, no doppelgängers have entered the apartment, and that's thanks to you. So, don't give up.”

I felt more relaxed by his words. After a bit, we both went back to our rooms, and I thought about what he said. I felt happy. “Yeah, I'm the one who has been keeping everyone safe. I should probably go to sleep now; tomorrow is a workday,” I thought as I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

The next day was the same routine, though this time we had Francis, so it was a bit more fun. He looked like a walking zombie while his counterpart was happily moving around, helping both of us get ready.

I drove Francis to his work van, and after that, I went back to the apartment. After getting in and starting my shift, I saw the twins coming in. “Agh, it's too early to deal with them,” I thought as I saw Elenois coming to the window, with a baggage. She passed me her papers without saying anything, though she did have a tired look. “I guess their trip was very tiring,” I thought as I checked her papers very carefully.

Selenne - “Can you hurry up!” *annoyed*

“Shut up!” I said as I looked through the ID. I could hear her complaining under her breath. I confirmed that everything was fine, and was about to let Elenois in.

Selenne - *scared* “Ahhhh!”

I was about to shut her up but stopped when I saw why she screamed; it was two doppelgängers, but worse, one of them was the one that had been attacking everyone, the one who had attacked Mr. Cappuccin. The most aggressive one was the one who looked like Elenois, but instead of a normal face, it had very big and sharp teeth, while the other one was the version of Izaack but melting, he wasn't too aggressive, but now it appear he was.

“Selenne, get your butt over here!” I yelled and opened the door. Elenois quickly went and grabbed her sister's hand and started running towards the door, leaving their baggages behind. The doppelgängers quickly went after those two. The moment Elenois got to the door and opened it, I switched to lock the door, grabbed the taser, and ran outside.

Elenois got inside, but before Selenne could, the doppelgänger grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back. Elenois was about to go out, but I stopped her. “Elenois! Go to the office and take control. I'll deal with these doppelgängers. After your sister gets inside, call the D.D.D!” I said firmly, and Elenois, still panicking, nodded and ran to the office.

I opened the door and saw the sharp-teeth doppelgänger dragging Selenne. I turned the taser on. “Hey! Leave her alone!” I yelled and ran towards them. I plunged the taser into the sharp-teeth doppelgänger's neck. She released Selenne, and the other doppelgänger was about to grab her again, but Selenne hit him straight in the face with her bag, knocking down the melting doppelgänger. Sharp-teeth was also knocked back by the taser.

“Selenne, run and put the alarm!” I yelled, and she quickly dropped her bag and ran towards the door, which opened the moment she got there. After a few seconds, the whole building went into lockdown. I grabbed Selenne's bag, which was pretty heavy, and got ready to fight.

The flickering red lights gave the situation a very eerie atmosphere, the only sound being the alarm indicating the current problem. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, feeling a little scared, but I quickly threw that feeling away, knowing that I needed to survive.

Melting face was the first to recover, but he didn't lunge at me. I turned just in time to see sharp-teeth rush at me with claws in her hands. I quickly ducked, barely missing the sharp claws. In one swift motion, I drove my elbow into the doppelgänger’s ribs, feeling them break.

I suddenly felt pain on my side as the other doppelgänger’s claws scratched my arm. I gasped, feeling so much pain but forced myself to stay upright. I spun, turning on the taser and lunging it into the attacker’s side. The doppelgänger fell to the ground.

The room spun as I struggled to keep up, all of my muscles screaming to stop, but I knew I couldn't, not until the D.D.D. arrived. I blocked a claw swing with my forearm, wincing at the pain, and retaliated with a swing to their stomach with the bag. The doppelgänger gasped, stumbling back, and I seized the moment to catch my breath.

"I can do it," I told myself, eyes darting between the two doppelgängers. I felt myself starting to get dizzy and very tired. The next attack came fast and hard – a coordinated assault from both sides. I dodged left, narrowly avoiding a claw swing, and countered with a low kick to the knee, making the melting one fall.

The sharp-teeth doppelgänger grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully. I bit back a scream, using my free hand to deliver a crushing blow to their throat. Their grip loosened, and I yank myself free, adrenaline fueling my every move.

Breathing heavily, I stood as the doppelgängers quickly recovered, every inch of my being aching. The fight wasn't over yet – not until the D.D.D arrived. It was hard; they were stronger than me, and my taser was almost out of power. As I gasped for air, the melting one grabbed my arms and held them painfully. Then I heard the other one behind me. I moved my head and saw the sharp claws coming near my face.

I quickly moved my head, dodging the blow to my face but not to my body. The claws went down my back, breaking skin. I screamed and with all my strength, I pulled away from the melting face, turned the taser on, and plunged it into the sharp teeth. My vision was starting to blur.

I heard footsteps. I looked behind the doppelgängers and saw the yellow suits; the D.D.D had finally arrived. The doppelgängers turned their attention to them and started to attack, but unlike me, the agents were professionals and far stronger, so they easily won. I smiled, and suddenly, my world went dark.

[chershire23]

Toyformers Smokescreen headcannons!

sorry this one took so long and is shorter than the others im currently dealing with a bit of writers block and just getting this done almost caused some burn out hope you all enjoy!

Warnings for this one! There is some suggestive stuff in this one so minors stay out please and ty! It may be small and not that bad but im not taking any risks in myself getting into trouble.

•Taking care of Smokescreen is like taking care of a toddler who has been hyped up in pixie sticks and redbull since birth and is also a bit (a lot) perverted. He tries his best to be helpful though but it never seems to end well.

•There are some days when you want to strangle this dude. Like for example you come home late one day from work to find Optimus scolding a very very crest fallen Smokescreen. Why is Prime scolding him? He broke some of your fine decorative China while trying to drifting around the house. You where too tired to really do anything about it though. But he can be sure the next morning he's getting the ass chewing of a lifetime from you. Don't worry you do forgive him though.

•You know how Bumblebee is the Golden sweet child of the family right? Well Smokescreen is the perverted teenager who will stare at your ass all day. Those of us who watch bayverse remember the beginning scene of the third movie with the mini cons right? Well, that's how you can sometimes find Smokescreen, snooping through your underwear drawer. It was hard the first time to get mad at him as he was tangled in the straps of your bra. He didn't really appreciate you laughing at him as he begged you to help him.

•He does his best to be helpful though. Or at least he tries to. He's a great cuddle buddy and knows exactly what pressure points to hit when massaging out a cramp for you. He loves helping you cook and passes you all the seasonings you need. He will get you anything you need even if it's on a high shelf.

•Loves how squishy you are. He basically turns into a cat when you cuddle him as he kneeds your skin and clothing. He is poking your exposed skin whenever he can as he just can't get over how soft your skin is.

Taglist:

@callsign-relic

@tea-loving-frog

[therandomfaebean]

Hello! I'm requesting this anonymously because I don't want to be judged or anything (lemme know if you want my identity and I'll dm you)

Anyways, could I request some fluffy smut with Octavio and a human (afab) reader? I really want to see what someone can whip up. I see you have writers block, so I'll try to give a scenario. So basically reader comes home from work (I work at a McDonald's) and needs their bf/husband (being Octavio) to comfort them cus they're tired and it gets steamy

OML I totally forgot abt this im so sorry. Phantom Smells suck FYI

~*loading*~ #!SMUT WARNING!# OMG THIS IS SO KINKY IM SORRY

(Cervix fucking, size kink as always)

You slammed the door to you and your boyfriend DJ Octavio (or DJ)'s shared apartment. The DJ had appeared behind you while you wee playing on your Switch/Wii U and y'all had ended up in love. You shoved you bag on the table, "Babeee im Home!" you called to DJ. *BHWUMP* the DJ slammed you with a hug, *sigh* he was always like this after a double shift. You pushed him off since you had had a bad day and stormed off to the shower with a huff.

You ripped your clothing off in the bathroom not even bothering to lock the door and jumped in the shower feeling the warm water wash over you feeling much better. You dried off and put some comfy PJ's on. You walked out and sat on the couch, The DJ sat beside you and carefully put his arms around you pulling you onto his lap. (The DJ is 7'5 so you are like a little plush doll as compared to him). HE rubbed your back, your arms, 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔~ he gave your upper thigh a gentle squeeze and you made an embarrassing whimper. While he did this you told him your day and tried not to get embarrassed (Y'all had never gotten even close to this far although you frequently thought about it) He gently kissed you. "fuck it" you thought and kissed him even more deeply.

(SMUT)

The DJ shoved you down under him on the couch ripping your pajamas apart. "Is this ok with you?" he asked (you nod)

He rips you twos clothes apart. You had noticed the way he looked under his clothes before but this left you shook. He was of course 7'5 but he was also pure muscle and his dick was bigger than anything you had ever seen it was 12 inches probably and so thick you probably couldnt wrap your hand around it. Another thing his tentacles moved and one was currently stroking your cheek.

"Mhmmmm' he muttered "You look so tasty under this clothin'~"

"Im gonn' fuck you so hard you won' be able to walk baby~"

(He slips his hand between your legs) "So wet n' soft~"

he shoved three fingers into your cunt. "oHoO your so hot n' wet im sorry for not stretchin' you more baby but I need my cock in you as soon as possible~"

He shoved his cock into you with his dick kissing your cervix.

but he still wasnt in all the way he still had like 2 inches outside and he wanted those IN YOU~

He pulled out and shoved back in fitting all 12 inches in. His dick shoved passed your cervix and you groaned.

"Mhmm~ you're so hot n' wet" he groaned, "Uhhhh don' move to much your already tight 'nough without you squirmin'~"

He pulled out quite a bit and pushed back in roughly pounding you with his dick. So hard you were cumming all over his cock.

"OhOO~" he groaned, "i can feel your wetness soaking me youre gonna' make me cum. It alr' if i don' pull out baby?"

you moaned yes but it was too late he had cum and my god was there a lot you were all swollen and stuffed with his cum.

he asked, "So what upset you"

you answered that you couldnt even remember now.

[ocs-by-kingspade]

Hello fantastic fandom fellows!

Just an update on my general life I suppose. I am a writer, if you didn't already know and I have many, many WIPs that I can't wait to be completed...

Unfortunately I am cursed with the blessing of ADHD, however I have long since learned my lesson and no longer post works that I have not completed... however that means that currently, none of my works are posted.

I will (eventually) post my stories on our wonderful AO3 for your consumption... but I'm hoping a little hype will force my brain into submission

Thusly, we come to the purpose of this post. To inform y'all about my different works so y'all can ask questions or just be hyped for my future works or whatevs. This, a short listing of fandoms and a brief description of each work.

A warning, most don't have names yet, but I'm working on it!

Good Omens:

A post season 2 story on stopping the Second Coming and remembering the past - M, with mpreg, true forms, Heaven bashing, and torture themes

A Love I Can't Remember - Crowley still feels hunted by their old bosses, but is this paranoia or something more? - M, with flashbacks, PTSD, really fucking powerful Crowley, and some Eldritch Horror themes

BNHA

Hisashi Midoriya is Toshinori Yagi. He tries to balance hero work with secrets and keeping his family safe. - As of yet unrated, Midoriya adults adopted Aizawa, Aizawa/Yamada, so many secrets and lies

All Might is hero by day, Villain by night who falls in love with a certain night nurse - M, AFO is Yagi's Dad, explicit torture and BDSM scenes, Toshinori/Inko

Surprise! You are Izuku's father, Toshinori! - T (probably to go up, I'm mean to the characters I'm sorry), Trans Toshinori, Trans Izuku, Inko was a Vigilante, Adopted Aizawa and Bakugo, Aizawa/Yamada, Very rough childhoods for our favorite parents

All Might is Evil, take 2. Runs evil company. Falls for a Vigilante - M, Toshinko (can you tell I'm a fan), evilnesses and idk I haven't worked as much on this one and I'm not as good as writing bad guys it gives me anxiety.

Inuyasha

Black Horse and a Cherry Tree - Sesshomaru raises Inuyasha's twin and discovers how to love a human - M for spicy scenes, major character death, battle scenes, birth scenes, they are all adults calm tf down! Sesshomaru/Rin, not apologizing (there will be a part two in modern day Japan if I EVER FINISH THIS, IVE BEEN WORKING ON IT FOR A DECADE)

HP

Riddle Me This, Riddle Me Black - Marauders Era, an OC forms friendship with the strangest people and changes the fate of the Wizarding World- M, child abuse, torture, trying to figure out Right from Wrong, vampires

Snape/James/Lily, Snape does his best for his family after his husband and wife die - M, child abuse, grief, mentions of alcoholism, secret relationship, trying to keep the Problem Child from killing himself is really fucking hard

So that brings us around. These are just the ones that I have actively started in some form or fashion. I have a Zutaraang that floats in my head too but have never committed anything to digital paper yet, so don't be afraid to ask about your favorite fandom!

[rustic-moth]

.•°☆Introduction/About me!☆°•.

Hi! My name is Rusty, I am currently 17 years old, I am American [ sorry, I hate it here too ], I aspire to be a show writer and animator, and maybe make my own comic or two along the way

I really like making warm, comforting, and maybe even nostalgic art. Mainly OC art, writings, and occasional animations. I am always open to questions and requests. Don't be shy! I love interacting with people, and I am always open to new friends and mutuals!

!!! Just be warned when viewing my account that there is a LOT of my content centered around dark topics, as well as gore, blood, and just bodily harm. I use these aspects to tell a story, not just to draw it. I am unfortunately very bad about trigger warnings, so please, please, please be very careful viewing or reading my stuff !!!

About me

● 17 years old right now

● Male [ He/Him]

● Southern American

● TIRED, but we ballin'

● Queer. Probably Bi, but yeah

● I love bagels and moths so much man

● Agnostic, but I love learning about and writing religion and religious characters

I have a lot of interests, but here's my main ones

☆ Pokémon

☆ Moths [ anything about them ]

☆ Bone

☆ Scott Pilgrim [ mainly the movie and graphic novels ]

☆ I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

☆ Fallout

☆ Adventure time

☆ Bojack Horseman

☆ Steven Universe

☆ Paper Girls

☆ Lisa Frankenstein

I don't have many boundaries, but here's a few

◇ Please don't spam message me, unless we're good friends

◇ I like debating and talking about my interests and stuff. Just please don't try to argue over stuff pointlessly.

◇ Don't say overtly X-ual stuff about my content or OCs. Compliments or jokes are fine ofc, there's just a very obvious line to cross. I'll warn you if you've crossed it but yeah

◇ Don't interact if you're a proshipper/comshipper/darkshipper or into weird stuff like that...

◇ If you're 15 or younger, I'm going to ask you to be VERY CAUTIOUS when viewing anything I make. A lot of my stuff deals with dark topics, and I don't want anyone not equipped to deal with stuff like that seeing it.

◇ I feel like I'm pretty chill, otherwise, just be cool

I hope that this'll be a good introduction to my account and me as an artist!

[spaceoddball1969]

Let Me Take Care of You - Eddie Munson One Shot (18+)

Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Hello hello friends! It has been a minute since I have written anything about Mr. Eddie Munson and I am so excited to get back to it. I currently have Covid, which is awful, but I figured I would use the quarantine time to finally write this request that I said I would write almost a week ago. So here we go! Also I did not proof read this, so I apologize for any typos

Original Request from @roanniom

“I never make requests of other writers mainly because I feel guilty about the fact that I could probably write it myself and therefore don’t want to inconvenience anyone.

But I really really want someone to write me a smutty one shot where Eddie distracts you after a long day at work. Not even a bad day, just a super long one. Like you get home and all you want to do is sleep but Eddie clamers on top of you laughing and whining about how you can’t go to bed until your day’s been turned around.

Preferably by his cock.”

WARNINGS: Smut, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, penetrative sex, maybe just a bit of body worshipping, praise kink. 18+ MINORS DO NOT READ

It had been a long day at work. Being a manager at the dinner downtown Hawkins usually meant you went in at 8am, set the place up to open, and then hung out until 5pm, just before the dinner rush came in. Except on days like today when one of the waitresses on the night staff called in sick and you were the only one who could cover her shift. Days like today meant going in at 8am, doing your usual business, and then staying until almost 10pm to help the night crew close the place up. It had been an almost fourteen hour day and all you wanted was to get into bed and sleep until your muscles atrophied.

The worst part of having to work a double was that it meant you had to miss your date with your boyfriend Eddie Munson. Neither of you had much money, but you had agreed that you would try to go out on a simple but proper date at least once a month. Tonight had been the night for your date and you had to miss it all because some waitress had to go and get the flu. You had been looking forward to this date for an entire month. It wasn’t that you and Eddie never saw each other outside of your monthly dates, but these dates were special. You both would get dressed up and go somewhere that you wouldn’t usually go. It was time that you could dedicate just to being with each other and the thought of missing out on it tonight had crushed you. Eddie had been perfectly understanding and even invited you over when you got off work, but you still felt bad about canceling your plans. Especially now that you were so tired that you didn’t know if you’d be able to keep your eyes open once you got into his trailer.

A few lights were on in Eddie’s trailer when you pulled up outside of it. He had given you a spare key a few months ago and so you let yourself in. Eddie was nowhere to be seen, but you could hear music coming from behind his bedroom door. You approached the door and knocked before opening it slowly.

Eddie sat on his bed wearing a Metalica T-shirt and black jeans. He looked up from the notebook in his lap when you entered. A soft smile spread across his lips when he saw you. Then he realized how tired you looked and he sat up on the bed.

“Come here,” he said, standing, “you must be exhausted,”

“I think I could sleep until next week,” you said as he wraped his strong arms around you. Eddie was a good deal taller than you, so you buried your face in his chest, taking in the scent of his clothes.

Eddie rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head. “I missed you tonight,” he said.

“I missed you too,” you mumbled into his shirt. “I’m so sorry about canceling our date,”

“It’s ok,” Eddie said. “We can always go out another time,”

“Yeah but tonight was supposed to be special,” you said, “And now I’m so tired all I want to do is get in bed and sleep. I should’ve just gone home and let you have your night.”

“Hey,” Eddie said, pulling out of the hug, “come on, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not wasting any part of my night by just sleeping here, ok?”

“I guess,” you said, not sure if you believed him.

“Go on, get into bed,” Eddie said, “get comfy,”

He led you over to his bed and pulled the blankets back so you could get in. Eddie unlaced your tennis shoes and slowly pulled them off your feet and slipped off your socks. It felt as if your feet were on fire from standing on them all day. You moaned as Eddie started to slowly massage the sore muscles, kneeling at the foot of his bed.

“Wow,” you groaned, closing your eyes. “that feels so nice,”

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you replied. “God, Eddie what did I do to deserve you?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie chuckled.

“Well, I bailed on you and yet here you are giving me a foot massage,” you said, “it’s like you were sent from heaven. What other guy would give their shitty girlfriend a foot rub after she bailed on their date?”

Eddie immediately removed his hands after that. “Hey,” he said, firmly, “you’re not a shitty girlfriend just because you canceled one date. You can’t be so hard on yourself. I know today was hard, but you have to look on the bright side,”

“You mean that I get to go to sleep now and forget this entire day happened?” you asked.

“I was thinking more that you’re here with me and I’m going to turn this day around for you,” Eddie smiled.

“You mean I don’t get to sleep yet?” you asked, opening your eyes and glancing down at him.

“Not until I’ve made this a good day for you,” Eddie said, a wicked glint in his eyes. 

“Eddie,” you sighed, “it’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just so tired,” 

“I know, Babe,” he said, “I know, but you don’t have to do anything. Just lie there and let me take care you,”

Eddie crawled up your body, kissing your legs, hips, chest, neck, and eventually your mouth. “Let me take care of you, Baby,” he said. “Please?” he seemed to be almost begging.

“Well if you insist,” you smirked as he kissed you again.

“Thank you,” Eddie giggled excitedly. 

Eddie settled beside you and cupped your face in his hand. He kissed you softly a few times before his hand began to wander. It found its resting place at the first button on your shirt. Eddie unbuttoned your black work shirt at an agonizingly slow pace. Once it was entirely unbuttoned, he pushed it open and ran his hand over your stomach. The warmth of his hand spread across your skin like a wild fire. His hand moved up to massage your breast over your bra. Eddie soon decided that wasn’t good enough and asked you to sit up.

“Gotta get this off you,” he said as he pushed your shirt off of your shoulders. “Can I take this off too?” he asked, slipping his finger under your bra strap. You nodded and Eddie quickly unclasped your bra and tossed it to the floor. 

As you lay back down, Eddie crawled on top of you. He straddled your hips for a moment, looking down at you hungrily. “My God you are so fuckin’ beautiful,” he said.

You smiled bashfully as Eddie pulled his shirt over his head. Eddie bent down and began kissing you all over. He started at your mouth, lips pressing hard against yours. You felt his tongue slide against your lower lip and opened your mouth to allow its entrace. Eddie had moved his legs so they were between yours and you could feel his bulge pressing against your core. It made you want to scream with desire. As he started to grind into you, you bucked your hips up against him, making him nip at your lower lip as he kissed you.

“Fuck,” Eddie mumbled. “I love it when you do that,”

“I want you, Eddie,” you moaned as he pressed his hard-on against you again.

“Be patient,” Eddie muttered. “I still have more things I want to do with you before we get to that,”

His words made a chill of anticipation run down your spine. Eddie moved down your body, hovering over your breasts. You could feel his breath roaming over your skin as he admired your body. Watching him look at you in this way was always a turn on. You had never seen someone be so entirely invested in your body before. Eddie finally leaned over your left breast and began to kiss it. You moaned as his lips got closer to your nipple. When he finally took it in his mouth you gasped. As Eddie sucked and nipped at your breast, his hand came up to massage the other. It was almost too much to bare and you wondered if he was going to make you come from this alone. 

Just as you thought you were going to lose it, Eddie moved further down your body. Your breasts ached with the loss of sensation but you were soon distracted by the feeling of Eddie’s lips tracing a line down your stomach. He paused at your ribcage to nip at the skin. Your heart raced at the thought of having a mark on your skin the next day.

Eddie finally stopped when he reached the hem of your pants. Slowly, his hands unbuttoned your pants and he tugged them down your legs, taking your panties as well. Once they were off, Eddie pushed your legs open by the knees and settled himself between them. The cool air was a shock to your skin and made you realize how wet you were. Eddie’s face was only inches from your soaked core and he seemed pleased to see how wet he had made you.

“Look at you,” he smirked. “you’re so wet. You look so good all wet and ready for me,”

His words sank into your core, making you clench around nothing. Eddie never missed anything when it came to your body. He bit his lips when he saw your reaction to his words. 

“Oh look at that,” he chuckled. “So needy. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to lick up this mess? Do you think you taste as good as you look?”

“Fingers,” You said, desperately. “Eddie, please, I need you to touch me,”

“You want me to finger you?” he asked. You could feel his breath on your skin and it was making you crazy.

“Yes,” you said. “yes, please,”

“Anything for you, Baby,” he said, softly.

Eddie circled your entrace slowly with one finger. He pushed a finger inside of you and then another until he was knuckles deep inside your aching core. You groaned at the feeling of him inside of you. You could have screamed when he began to move his fingers slowly in and out. Eddie finally settled with his fingers deep inside, curving them up against your sweet spot. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue against your swollen clit, causing you to moan out his name. The combination of his fingers and his tongue was too much to bare and you could feel your orgasm building. 

He sped up his pace, lapping at your clit relentlessly while his fingers pressed deeper inside of you. When he began to moan against your clit you were a goner. Your orgasm exploded through your body, making you tremble against Eddie. Eddie helped you ride it out and then removed his mouth and pulled his fingers out slowly. He kissed your inner thighs softly muttering praises.

“You did so well,” he said. “You’re so beautiful,” he added, “I love you, Baby,”

He crawled his way up to your mouth and kissed you deeply. You buried your hands into his hair and held him close. “You think you can handle a little more?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said. 

Eddie nodded and stood up from the bed. He retrieved a condom from his dresser and pulled his pants down. You watched as his removed his boxers and then slipped the condom on. Eddie quickly found his place back between your legs and lined himself up to your entrance. 

“You ready?” he asked and you nodded.

Eddie slowly pushed into you, stretching out your tired pussy. No matter how many times you had had sex with him, Eddie always felt like he might be too big for you to handle when he first went in. You let out a slow breath as you adjusted to his size. Eddie leaned down and kissed you softly as he began to move in and out of you. It always was a surprise to you just how good it felt to have Eddie Munson fucking you. It always took your breath away for a minute. 

“Oh God,” you gasped. 

“You’re doing so well,” Eddie said. “taking me so well,”

“Eddie,” you nearly cried. “you feel so good,”

Eddie moaned as he leaned down to kiss you. You wrapped you arms around his torso, pulling against you. “Harder,” you muttered. “Eddie, fuck me harder,”

Eddie didn’t waste a moment in following your directions. Soon enough he was nearly slamming you down into the mattress. Your body ached in the best ways possible as Eddie moved in and out of you. One of his hands reached down between you both and started rubbing at your clit. Your back arched up at the contact and you let out a desperate moan. 

“Right there, Eddie,” you said. “oh, my God, that feels so good. Oh God, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,”

You could barely get the words out before your second orgasm tore through you. Eddie reached his climax as he helped you ride out yours. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, his hair cascading over your chest. Eddie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You found yourself stroking his hair soothingly. He pressed a kiss to your chest and then lifted his face to yours. 

“You are amazing,” he said, kissing you softly. “Please don’t ever call yourself a shitty girlfriend ever again,”

“I won’t,” you said. “Thank you for taking care of me,” 

“Any time,” Eddie smirked. 

TAGLIST:

@roanniom

@digital-charlie

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Bluebirds are never right

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back with another fic! I procrastinated so much on this. I couldn't find anything better.

Co-writer: ����Anon

Chris Evans x Celebrity male reader

Warnings: None. Crazy fangirls, with a hint of sexual touch at the end.

Requested from Anonymous

What they requested: What they requested: Hey honey! I just have a quick request, maybe two, can I get a Chris Evans x male reader where the reader is a bigger celeb than he is and Chris is being harassed on the internet by girl fans for “stealing the reader” and the reader has smth to say about it after it affects Chris? And maybe for the second fic, just this same situation but roles are switched? Thanks, I love you! And please keep my name anonymous, it’s just what I’m comfy with ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤

M/n: Male name

Word count: 1226

If you like what I write, check out my Masterlist.

Hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's bad! Sorry for any errors that are found. The title comes from the Anon.

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE, DISRESPECT, OR HARM TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES! THIS IS JUST FICTION.

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’LL ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

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You were just sitting there listening to the other cast members answering questions the fans had. Chris Evans, your boyfriend was sitting to your right, and Jeremy Renner was sitting on your left.

Yours and Chris's relationship are kept a secret since you don't wanna start pointless drama. And that you have crazy fangirls.

You were a bigger celebrity than Chris. You acted out in more movies than him and were more elegant. You got accepted to act in a new Avengers movie. They're still trying to come up with a role for you.

Someone from the audience decided to ask a simple question, "So, M/n since you're gonna be in the new Avengers movie, who are you gonna play as?"

Now everyone's attention was on you. You had an idea of what you were going to play as. "I do have an idea for my character that I will be playing as... uh- I was thinking of a second winter soldier- a third best friend to Steve and Bucky. And he is dubbed, "Project White Wolf" as a second winter soldier with Bucky-"

"His story is the same as Bucky. He was put into ice and brought out with Bucky. And yeah... that's all." Everyone was now excited for it to come out.

And plus, some of them were fans of you and they know it's gonna be a banger. In the corner of your eye, Chris was smiling in your direction.

(I don't know what happens at movie premieres)

After everything was over and y'all watched the movie, it was time for the after-party. You didn't really want to go, neither did Chris. So both of you decided to go home and rest.

But before leaving the party, you decided to do something. Pecking a small kiss on Chris's cheek. Everyone knew that you both were in a relationship but they kept a secret.

Now what you didn't was that someone had snuck in and snapped a picture of you kissing Chris's cheek. And they quickly ran out. After that, you both went home. To rest and feel the comfort of your bed.

The picture of you and Chris kissing (even though it was a peck on the cheek) was posted on the internet and it spread like wildfire. People especially your female fans, were comparing everything.

From outfits to elegance and social status. All of this happened in one night but you were too tired to check Twitter (You can choose whatever social media platform you want.)

Meanwhile, Chris was still awake and saw what was happening.

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Timeskip (12:30 PM)

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You didn't like waking up in the mornings and preferred to wake up in the afternoon time. But you still had to get up and be productive but today was a lazy day.

You were sitting on the couch just scrolling through Twitter. 'Something has to be happening on there.' you thought currently unknown to what was happening. Something always has to be happening on there.

Nothing popped up until you read a tweet that was targeting someone specific. Chris Evan. Your boyfriend was being harassed by fake fans.

Your mouth was wide open. Your eyes scanned the tweets from crazy fans. Most of the comments were comparing things between you two. Like outfits, status, and elegance.

One of them was just all right offensive. “Oh great, looks like the dipshit with the giant frisbee scored M/n, someway somehow!” One of the comments said.

You were alright shocked by what you were seeing. You just kept scrolling and scrolling. "Back off CHRIS, M/n belongs to us!" another one said.

Were these really your fans? You didn't expect them to act like this! You weren't going to stand for this at all. You can only imagine what Chris was feeling.

Chris was just shocked and upset about this. (By the way, both you and Chris live in different homes but Chris planning to move in with you.)

The only sound was you typing extremely fast. You weren't going to let your boyfriend be harassed like this. After typing for 5 minutes, you tweeted it out.

“I’ve seen some tweets from some ignorant “fans” of mine, body shaming, and speaking bad of Chris and saying I deserve a “Woman who could give me everything and children” I’m sorry, I don’t think I’d trade Chris for anything on this godforsaken planet, and if you people were really my and Chris’ fans, then you’d be supportive of our relationship.”

You smirked at your tweet before shutting off your phone and tossing it to the side. And went watching TV, you'll go see Chris in a few minutes. Or hours.

It's been 2 hours since you posted your tweet, and it went viral. Everyone now knows that you and Chris were in a relationship. Chris saw it himself and was flustered by your words.

And it was about time you go see Chris...

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Timeskip (2:50 PM)

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You lived sort of close to Chris and you just walked there. It was a gated community so you didn't have to worry about getting bombarded by people.

You arrived at his estate and knocked on the door, waiting for a response. The door open but before you could say hi, Chris pulled you in for a hug.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. "I think we should get inside?" You said, Chris pulled back with a blush on his face and nodded his head.

After he let you in, he spoke. "I saw what you tweeted and... I-... Really appreciate what you did." He said it would usually be him to speak up for you but this time it was you.

"I can't let them talk about my boyfriends like that... they just jealous I own America's ass." You said, snickering at the last part.

"And I own this ass," Chris said in a deep voice. You smirked, "Wanna have some fun? I bet you're a little anger from all those comments?"

"You bet I am."

THE END.

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A/N: I'm not sure if this is good enough or suits what the person wants, but I still hoped you enjoyed it. And thank you to 🖤 Anon for the help! Anyways bye, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓

[ramzawrites]

OMG might I say I have cried many tears already.

Also can I request a part 2 to your hybrid iron golem story? Maybe one where he has to deal with torture from the butcher gang, and even has to help exile techno. But eventually he ends up teaming with techno blade and dream after they save him. And he starts training with them and gets better at pvp and eventually kills/greatly injures one of the butcher gang as revenge, before returning to his village? LOVE YOU AND YOUR FICS❤️ your also like the only writer I know who writes he/him or gn fics so thank you❤️

IronGolem!Hybrid!Reader - Protector - Part 2

Part 1

Male

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, Ranboo, Technoblade, Ghostbur, (mentioned) Philza

Warnings: mention of burn wounds,captivity,fighting

Series: a part 2 of my previous fic per request <3

Summary: After weeks of working Y/N to the bones the Butcher Army has a different need of him. After managing to get the best gear possible from Y/N and having trained enough, it was finally time to get revenge! It was time to “peacefully” get Technoblade so he can stand trial, of course taking Y/N with them, after all he worked so hard on their gear and was now a part of their little army.

Words count: 3893

Authors Note: Thank you for the nice words! 💙 :D I’m sorry I broke this request up in two parts! I will concentrate on finishing up another or two requests and while I do that, I will also try finishing up part 3 since I am already in the middle of writing it! So don’t worry it is coming!

Y/N pressed his back against the cold stone wall. Enjoying the coolness on his body. Pressing his burned palms against the cold floor beneath him. The coldness was like a soothing balm that engulfed him after working for hours at the forge.

It was probably a bad idea pushing the wounds down onto the dirty floor, but he didn’t care. The temporary relief of pain just felt too good that he couldn’t stop himself.

A small break from the constant stress on his body.

Basking in the break from the constant supervision of the Butcher Army, even if that break came at the cost of him being locked inside a cell.

He had no idea how long he has been here in L’Manberg. An interesting city built inside a crater. They led him to this place, riding on their horses while pulling him along with a rope. It was a grueling two-day trip and as soon as the group arrived, they almost immediately put him to work.

First it just started out with him looking over their current armor and repairing what he could, then they began forcing him to create multiple sets of iron armor, claiming they would give him the resources and he should just work.

So, he did. He created armor sets, weapons and tools. Making new ones when they lost the gear, or it got destroyed. They put his work to the test. Fighting against each other to train. Using it against a horde of mobs, so there was never really a shortage of work.

The real trouble came when they suddenly presented him with diamonds. Ordering him to make them diamond armor but he didn’t know how. His expertise laid with iron work nothing else, but the group wouldn’t hear a no from him. Forcing him to figure out how to best create this diamond armor by showing him their old ones.

Luckily his knowledge seemed to somewhat extend to the new material as well. It took a while, but he soon found out different ways to create a similar product to that of his iron gear.

Diamond armor light but strong, the tools incredibly sturdy and in some cases sharp.

This seemed to be what the group was looking for. Yelling things like “This could rival netherite!” as they tried it out for the first time.

One day they brought him a new material. It was netherite. It was good thing that netherite behaved more like iron and was used as a coating for diamond gear, so Y/N could make this upgraded gear for them fast and easily.

The netherite complimented his work quite well. It received greater durability but also made it possible to sharpen the weapons even more so. Something about this material seemed to behave otherworldly to him which got confirmed to him once he found out that it came from the nether.

Naively Y/N had hoped that this was enough and that they would finally let him go and return to his village. His one true home. Though of course they didn’t let him go, saying that they still haven’t reached their goal and needed his help.

Still working him to the bone. His hands getting more and more hurt over time as he worked with the materials. The metal that coated them cracking more and more.

The villagers back home were left with the only few defenses he put up, which should be fine but also, he wanted to be there and make sure they were alright.

As he sat alone in the dark room, he let himself silently cry. He missed them so much. They would make sure he was alright, giving him an abundance of food and materials and whenever he refused to take more, they would look so insulted. If anything, the villagers were good-natured beings that believed in true reciprocity.

This seemed to be a foreign concept for the L’Manberg people or at least the Butcher Army. Increasing his fear and wariness for other humans even more. He never actually had any contact with other people outside of them, but he did learn a few things about the little group and what their opinion was of others.

For starters there were two people they saw as their ultimate enemies.

One called Dream and another called Technoblade.

From the things he heard and even the few question he managed to ask despite of his fear and anxiety, he gained the idea that these two must have been horrible tyrants. He almost got the idea that they were just beasts out here hunting their prey and trying to subject the other people under their own rule or ideologies.

And Y/N was scared of them. He didn’t want to meet them and make sure to stay far away but this was also how he felt towards the Butcher Army, conflicting thoughts and emotions brewing inside of him. The Butcher Army acted like they were the good guys, doing bad things for a good goal and Y/N wanted to believe in that. Wanted to believe that him suffering will bring something good as well but there were doubts.

Y/N laid his hurting hands on his biceps, squeezing them in pain as he tried to stifle his sobs. No matter what, he will make sure to not cry in front of them. It was stupid and unnecessary, but he didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. Though then again, the only person who seemed to enjoy the feeling of power was Quackity. Fundy was a close second, but he looked mostly just forward to the new goods and the power he seemed to gain through them.

Tubbo and Ranboo were more passive. Especially Ranboo.

Quackity seemed to string Tubbo along most of the time, speaking to his pride as president of the nation and basically just whispering him what he should do, and the young president listened.

Ranboo tried to sometimes help Y/N. Giving him things like bandages for his wounds or giving him extra food and water, even trying to do small talk with him to lighten the mood. If the situation were different Y/N would have laughed at his awkward attempts for conversation.

While he appreciated it, it just hammered back in the feeling of homesickness.

He bit his lower lip as his thoughts began running a mile an hour again. Ranging from despair to him cursing out his captors. He was too kind to actually think things like “I hate them. I hate them so much.” Trying to believe there was a good reason for this, but he was getting tired. His work is getting more and more sloppy, and it was only a matter of time until Quackity and the others noticed.

There was no telling with how long he could take this anymore.

Y/N got back up only to fall into bed. There was nothing better to do here than sleep through the days and wait for the others to get him out.

As it turned out the others needed him early in the morning but this time it was different.

Quackity opened up the iron door to his cell with a sterner expression than usual. It surprised Y/N when he saw that Quackity had put the white apron on top of his new netherite armor. This was not a good sign. The last time he saw that armor on him was when Quackity escorted him to L’Manberg.

“Get up. We have something to do.” His voice was cold and strained. A hint of anxiety mixed in, or maybe it was anticipation after all.

Not even daring to hesitate, Y/N jumped off his bed. Wordlessly following his captor, soon noticing that this would not be a usual day for him.

Instead of turning to the smithy they set up for him, Quackity led him to the town middle where he saw the rest of the Butcher Army waiting. Decked out in Y/N’s best armor and horses in tow. Expressions pulled down into deep frowns.

But what confused him the most was that he counted five horses when there were only four members of the army. A bad feeling begun building up at the bottom of his stomach. Like a rock sinking down into the depths of water.

“What is going on?” Y/N managed to rasp out as the two reached the others.

Quackity collected the reigns of all the horses and pushed it into Y/N’s rough hands “It is time we finally get some retribution. We are going after Technoblade and we need your help for that. Your own armor is over there. Get ready while we have a little talk with Philza.”

He didn’t wait for an answer and instead moved towards Philza’s home, only to turn around one more time before they rung the bell in front of the house “And I swear by Ender if you run away, we will find you. We know the only probable place you would seek refuge in and even if you don’t, we will wreck that place.”

Then they sounded the bell. A familiar ringing that made Y/N’s heart ache even more.

There was no real choice, he just looked around and found his old iron armor laying on the ground. The scratches and damages from back when the Butcher Army found him still there. He never got the chance to repair it.

Y/N never really talked with Philza. He only saw him here and there. Usually whenever Philza passed him he would just stare. Just stare him down. Something going through his mind, but Y/N couldn’t possibly tell what. His expression always grim only to jump back into a relaxed smile. Y/N always thought his smile felt a bit off. Wrong even. Not the truth or hiding something.

When the door swung open again it gave away to a smug looking Quackity who happily swung around a compass by its chain around his finger. A proud looking Tubbo behind him, followed by Fundy who looked almost like he was sulking and Ranboo who had a complicated expression on his face. He didn’t feel comfortable.

“We’ve got what we need. Now, to Technoblade. Everyone on their horses! This includes you, Y/N.” Quackity exclaimed.

The bad feeling increased, creating a lump in his throat. Shakily he opened up his hand and let everyone get on their horses, leaving him with a beautiful black one.

Nervous he put his foot in the pedal of the saddle and heaved himself up on it.

He wanted to scream. Run away. What would they need him for? His armor was way inferior to that of the others, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t fight at all.

No, they didn’t need him to fight but be a shield for them. A moving shield. After all he was an Iron Golem Hybrid. Big areas of his skin covered in thin metal plates, not all connected so he could still move but it gave him more protection. That plus his height was what they counted on, wasn’t it? That he would still be imposing enough to draw attention.

This was the conclusion he came to due to Quackity. He heard him talking. All Y/N was to him was a tool, a resource to be used and the worst part was that Y/N just couldn’t defend himself against this. Too scared anything might happen to his home because Quackity was right, they knew exactly where his home was and how important this place was to him.

Y/N didn’t realize how suddenly Quackity slowed down his horse as they arrived in the snow biome only pulling him out of his anxiety filled thoughts as he began speaking to him directly.

“Here is the plan. We want to get Technoblade and-” He stopped himself as he searched for the right words “And hold him accountable. Yes, we will put him on trial. If we are lucky, he will just follow us, but we doubt it. If he refuses, he will likely fight us. We just need you to draw your attention on yourself but don’t worry, we will jump right in to take care of him.”

“I- I don’t, Quackity, I don’t- I can’t fight!” Y/N croaked out. It felt like ages since he last spoke.

But Quackity just smiled “Don’t worry.”

That was all he said before hurrying along to be back at the front of the pack. Holding the glowing compass close to himself.

Y/N knew. He knew this was the case and yet it felt like someone stuffed snow down his shirt. A cold shiver running down his spine. Panic rising even more. It was a good thing he was sitting on top of a horse, otherwise he wasn’t sure if his shaking legs could carry him for the rest of the way. Each step closer to what felt like his doom.

His doom? Would Technoblade kill him? The way the small Army described him, he wouldn’t hesitate to cut him down.

Was it bad he didn’t fear dying but just the potential pain?

Realizing where his thoughts were running off to, he shook himself. No, his home, his real home, needed him. He couldn’t die yet. He needed to find a way to survive.

Suddenly Fundy stopped his horse and moved his fist up in the air, signaling for the others to stop as well. While the others wondered why he did this, Fundy pointed ahead through the trees towards a figure? A person? Out here in the snowy tundra?

Without saying anything Quackity jumped off his horse, the others following suit and begun tying the animals to the trees. Once Y/N understood what was happening he did the same. His eyes darting back towards the figure that seemed to interact and cuddle with a blue sheep while he made sure his horse was secured to one of the trees.

“What’s Ghostbur doing here?” Ranboo whispered more to himself but Y/N caught it.

He heard of Ghostbur but actually never met him. Apparently, the ghost of the man that blew the nation up but that was really all he knew.

They approached the ghost on foot, calling out to him in the process to gain his attention. The ghost immediately waved towards them with an earnest and big smile on his face. Y/N was fretting for his life at the moment but something about Ghostbur almost calmed him down.

Maybe it was just the fact of meeting a new friendly face after being surrounded by the Butcher Army for so long.

Ghostbur approached them, the sheep following him via a leash “Hello Quackity! Hello Fundy! Hello Tubbo! Hello Ranboo! Oh! I don’t know your name! I’m sorry! Hello though! I’m Ghostbur!”

Y/N was a bit taken aback. He was so friendly.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” he surprised himself a little bit with how he just blurted it out.

Ghostbur cocked his head to the side as he listened “Nice to meet you Y/N! You don’t look too good! Are you doing alright? Oh no, was this rude? Do you want some blue? Maybe that will help!”

Before Y/N could even properly process what he could possibly mean with blue Quackity jumped in “Hey, Ghostbur. You know if Technoblade is close? Is he somewhere around here?”

Somehow Ghostbur managed to lighten up even more, which should be impossible but Ghostbur’s eyes widened into a fond recognition and he turned around “Yes! Yes! I got lost but I found Techno! He told me to go though! He is over there! Come with me, I’ll show you!”

The Ghost then begun floating off, leading the group between trees and soon arriving on a small hill that gave them a good view of a cottage house.

Seeing the homey build, it was difficult for Y/N to imagine that a monster lived there. If anything, it reminded him of his own home. Maybe he won’t fight? Maybe this will end peacefully? But somehow Y/N doubted it by the serious but eager expressions on half of the Butcher Army’s faces as their eyes fell on Techno’s home.

“Let’s go.” Quackity trotted down the hill “We all know what to do.”

Y/N’s heartbeat took on speed again. Everyone got their weapons out and even though Y/N was technically really strong due to his constant smithing work, the iron sword in his hand felt heavy. Like it could slip out of his hand any second.

Worried his eyes darted across the few windows of the house. Trying to get a glimpse of Technoblade but all he saw was a shadow moving away from one of the windows.

Did he see them approaching?

“Techno get out!” Quackity suddenly yelled, pulling Y/N back out of his anxiety filled thoughts once again.

It took a second but suddenly the wooden door opened up slowly and Technoblade got out. He wore netherite armor, a red gown with white fluff on his shoulders on top of the armor, a crown on top of his head, his pink hair pulled back.

With his scowling expression and stature, he looked scary.

Technoblade took a step outside on his porch, Y/N suddenly became very aware of how sharp his tusks looked.

“What do you want?”

With a deep breath Quackity took a closer step towards the Pig Hybrid “We are here to get you! We, the Butcher Army, are here to put you on trial!”

“Yes! It is time you take responsibility for the destruction of L’Manberg!” Fundy added on. Tubbo just nodded to show his support to this statement.

“And why should I follow you? I’ve retired, I don’t want to be a part of any of this anymore. I’m done.” Techno spoke.

Quackity turned around to look at Y/N for a second only to continue speaking with Techno “Well, either you follow us peacefully or we will force you. You can’t run away from what you have done! Come with us and stand trial!”

But he didn’t answer immediately, Techno moved down the porch. Almost circling the group, his eyes jumping around between them.

“Listen, guys. The voices in my head. They begged me for more blood. They demanded more but I refused. I purposefully got out here to deny them, just leave me be.”

“Techno, you spawned Withers in L’Manberg! People got hurt! They destroyed a huge part of our nation! You have to stand trial!” Tubbo readjusted his grip on his axe. He looked angry and almost bewildered.

Technoblade slowly shook his head “No, you don’t understand. I’m trying to keep away from all this for a reason! You are just pulling me back to things and-“

“No! You either come with us or we will make you! Five to one Techno, you think you can do that?” Quackity interrupted him, pointing his weapon at Techno.

Y/N was overwhelmed with the situation. The man in front of him, Technoblade, wasn’t how he imagined him. He tried to reason but the others wouldn’t want to hear it which Y/N could understand as well but this man didn’t look like the blood thirsty monster the others described him as.

The Pig Hybrid sighed, his eyes now instead of jumping around finally decided to rest on Y/N, who in return suddenly felt small under his gaze. Did Techno realize that Y/N was the attack bait? Is he falling for it? Or did he notice his trembling arms and legs. The fear and worry in his eyes. The burn wounds covering his hands and arms. The clearly damaged iron armor.

Was he seeing Y/N as prey or as the scared man that feared for his life he really was?

“What will it be, Techno?” Fundy snarled, showing of his sharp teeth.

His hands moved towards his side “If it has to be like that, then I choose blood!”

Then everything went really fast. His hands pulled out a few flask from his belt, hidden by his gown that he threw on the ground to buff himself.

The Butcher Army immediately grew panicked and barked orders, a clear and loud order from Quackity flew through the chaos and reached Y/N “Attack him, Y/N!”

And he didn’t know why but he moved in. He was scared, his heart felt close to exploding in his chest, but he was somehow more scared of Quackity and what could happen shouldn’t he listen. Scared that he would force him to work even more, refusing him sleep and food again. Not letting him treat his wounds properly that he got from the work.

So, he moved in. With shaking legs and what felt like without strength in his arms. The world turned blurry. Was he crying or just his nerves? He couldn’t tell.

All he remembered was Techno coming close to him, looking like a demon. His eyes wide and filled with what Y/N assumed to be bloodlust.

Y/N moved his arm up, just trying to hit Techno with his own sword, but Techno was faster. He slammed the blunt end of his netherite sword into Y/N’s neck. Shocked by the sudden attack, he fell to the ground. The world growing dark for a few seconds as he coughed and tried to breathe again.

As he sat in the cold snow, trying to calm down he heard the Army yelling. Metal clanging on metal.

Then it suddenly stopped.

A neighing. A horse? What?

Luckily Y/N seemed to have regained somewhat control over his own body and could assess the situation in front of him.

The Butcher Army seemed to be alright. Y/N’s armor really held through, no obvious damage on it. They were out of breath and sweating but alright.

A bit ashamed Y/N couldn’t help but be proud of his work that it withstood a buffed-up Techno with a netherite sword.

But what really caught his attention was Quackity who held the reigns of a horse with diamond armor. His axe held up close to the animal’s throat.

Technoblade moved the tip of his blade towards him “Get away from that horse, Quackity!”

“Follow us peacefully and nothing will happen to the horse, Techno. Your choice.”

There was a slight hesitation as Techno undoubtedly tried to gauge if he could somehow deal with Quackity differently but ultimately, he suddenly dropped his weapon as well his armor.

Perplexed Y/N got back up, still rubbing his neck.

Techno spared him. He obviously just tried to either knock him out or make him unable to fight, which he succeeded in. Wouldn’t it have been for Y/N’s reinforced skin due to his Iron Golem side he would have been knocked out for sure.

Fundy did not hesitate to jump in and wrap chains around Techno’s wrists “Y/N! You are the strongest one of us. You hold on to him, we will be close by to ensure he won’t run off.”

Avoiding looking at the others directly after having been taken out of the fight so easily, he made his way towards Fundy and grabbed the chains. Wrapping it a few times around his own arm as well. Feeling sick to his stomach as he realized that he was doing the same thing to Techno like back when the group escorted him out of his own village.

He couldn’t help himself but whisper towards Techno a quick “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

[yanderecrazysie]

Oh and I read something about a lesbian yn in one of the asks and you also mentioned that youre not fond of atsumu but I feel like it would suit him the best after Oikawa and Oikawa has already been used so: atsumu knows that he could get anything he wants without trying whether that's a new phone or a new girl. Atsumu current new girl or plaything is ok but she's not a challenge however there's a new girl in his school by the name of yn. whenever he sees yn she rolls her eyes at him and-

FINALLY DID A FIC- My writer's block is mostly poof! (Except Betray is still going slow because of stress)

As much as I hate Atsumu, I do agree this fits him perfectly LOL! Although I do have him originally pursue Reader out of fascination, I also made him fall in love with her too because I’m a sucker for that-

I love this idea btw! I’ll write for characters I love, hate, or don’t know well and just be happy to be honored enough to get a request!

My disclaimer: I’m straight so I might mess up, I’m sorry if I do!

I made Eri Miyanoshita the girl Reader likes.

Title: Bait

Pairings: Atsumu x Reader; minor Eri Miyanoshita (non-yandere)

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, lesbian reader, blackmail, swearing, Atsumu is a sleazy guy but what’s new?

Summary: Is it wrong for Atsumu to use his girlfriend as bait to lure you towards him? Yeah, probably. Does he care? Not even a little.

bait

/noun/

food used to entice fish or other animals as prey.

Normally, Atsumu would have thrown Miyanoshita away by now. Actually, before now. She was kinda dragging on his reputation.

“Atsumu’s been with her for almost a month now!”

“Do you think he loves her?”

“Are they in a serious relationship, then?”

The gum in Atsumu’s mouth was bland, just like his “girlfriend”, but he continued to chomp on it mindlessly as Miyanoshita blabbed on about something or other. The blonde setter paid her no mind, choosing instead to scan the gym for the girl he actually wanted to see.

The reason he’d stayed with Miyanoshita for so long was for one reason:

A pretty little thing that caught his attention and refused to let go of it was always near Miyanoshita.

Atsumu wasn’t one to pine for a girl, but this one… this one was making him double-think a lot of things. Act in strange ways. Think strange things.

Date a girl for a month for the chance to earn a little of your attention.

She’s blushing again. Atsumu blew a bubble, face betraying none of his conflicted emotions. Once upon a time, he’d thought she was blushing because of him (like most girls at the school) but, no, it was because of a different person.

Who? Miyanoshita, of course.

Yes, the reason Miya Atsumu was dating a girl was because he was trying to get the attention of a different girl. Like he was luring you in with Miyanoshita as the bait on his hook.

So far his plan wasn’t working. You were just as challenging and- hey- don’t get him wrong, Atsumu loves a challenge, but it was getting tiring watching you look at his girlfriend in the way he secretly wanted you to look at him.

The way you actually looked at him was… less than desirable. To put it lightly.

The fire in your cheeks died and the softness of your eyes sharpened to daggers when your attention was on him and, for some reason, it tugged painfully on his heart to see you look at him that way.

You were so… fascinating. As much as he wanted to believe it was the fact that you were a challenge- someone that’s interested in his girlfriend and hates him- there was something about the loving look in your eyes that caused the green-eyed monster to grow inside of him.

Atsumu was one of the most popular guys in the school- no, scratch that, he was the most popular guy. He had been since his second year, and his fame only increased into his third.

He was handsome, talented, and popular- so why were you always glaring at him like he personally insulted your mother? He never did anything to you- not that he knew of, at least. You just disliked him for no reason, other than maybe him dating your crush.

You weren’t outright aggressive, no. You waited until you thought he wasn’t looking to shoot your dirty looks and disgusted glares his way. It’s too bad for you that Atsumu’s gotten good at seeing things in his peripheral vision. If he never caught your expressions, you’d probably never have caught his attention.

But you piqued his interest. Stoked his curiosity. Invoked his fascination.

And because of that, you were doomed to be his next plaything. If he had it his way, and he would make sure he did, you’d end up his permanently.

The bubble popped, splattering Atsumu’s pouting lips with gum. His tongue gathered it up and brought the excess back into his mouth to chew. Miyanoshita looked grossed-out, but she didn’t let it stop her never-ending blabbering.

Atsumu was really getting sick of this chatterbox. It wasn’t so much that she was talking or even what she was talking about… it was her very existence that angered Atsumu.

Stupid pig won’t stop squealing. Atsumu’s teeth ground together a little in agitation. He sought you out once again, your head sharply turning away so that you wouldn’t be caught staring. Newsflash: you were so fucking obvious it would be endearing if it weren’t for the fact that your crush wasn’t him.

Atsumu let out a noncommittal grunt in response to some question his “girlfriend” asked him and leaned back against the bleachers behind him. What the hell do I do now?

Using Miyanoshita as bait was working. Sort of. Pretty little (Y/n) fish was circling around the bait, but he didn’t account for one thing. This fishie wanted to look at the bait. Not eat it.

A fisherman had to make the fish bite down on the worm and, subsequently, the hook to catch it. Obviously, this bait, although flashy and good at attracting you, wasn’t dinner-material for you. What Atsumu needed was better bait.

Suna was good with computers and all it took was some annoying to get him to help the blonde setter. Atsumu found himself privy to all of your deepest darkest secrets. You may have tried to erase your search history, but sometimes you didn’t clear cookies. And there were always secret ways to trace things.

Atsumu likes when you’re blushing, yeah, but you’re somehow still so cute when tears are streaming down your face and your pretty little voice is begging him not to tell your family, friends- hell, the entire school- what you’ve been reading in your spare time.

You still give Miyanoshita looks from time to time, but your eyes are duller and you don’t blush now. It’s not like you could watch her when your loving boyfriend Atsumu is there to make sure your eyes don’t stray.

You aren’t attracted to him at all, you don’t even like the guy! You want to just tell everyone what he found so you can get away from him… It’s been six months and he isn’t bored of you. You’d even caught him dreamily scrolling through ring options on his phone.

He’s clingy as hell- calling you at every hour, texting you constantly, and throwing a tantrum if you even think about spending time with someone other than him.

Maybe… if you tell everyone everything… it’d feel awful but at least you’d get away from this psychopath. The people who truly love you would understand.

But with the way Atsumu acts, you have this lingering feeling that, if you manage to get free, he’ll give up on using bait and just use a net instead.