#they start out as two cocks fighting for the turf...

[kawaiiers]

Enemies to lovers

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: OC! - Kirin Character: Trafalgar Law Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Vampire AU Prompt: Aphrodisiac Gift Giver: @cebwrites

Summary: Vampire Hunter Trafalgar Law has a hard time dealing with Vampire Kirin.

But that seems to be a normal Tuesday for this "odd" couple.

Content Notes: they/them Law, Kirin is a trans man OC, use of drugs, mentions of biting and blood, fingering, multiple orgasms, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The vampire licks his lips, savoring the sweet blood on his teeth even as he moves away from one very irritated hunter. Between the two of them, Kirin is doing far better, but that’s to be expected. Not only does he have the physical advantage over the hunter, it’s his home turf.

The triumph on Kirin’s face falters after a brief moment. The vampire hunter before him was handsome, alluring, and delicious. The mere scent of the darker skinned man was enough to maybe make Kirin a little sloppier than usual. It was fun to play with one’s food from time to time.

Something was wrong, however, but he couldn’t yet put his finger on it.

Law put a hand over the deep bite wound on his shoulder, grimacing a bit and giving Kirin a sour look. They’d been fighting for long enough that the room was half a disaster, and it was going to take hours to mend their clothes.

But the ferocity was going to be less of an issue now.

The rush of euphoria that hits Kirin is so strong that both of his hands are between his legs involuntarily. “Haannngh ♥” The sweet cry drips from his lips as blood rushes through his body. Dropping to his knees his hands are over his mouth, shock and embarrassment scrawled over his face.

Law grins down at him, and Kirin thinks that dark scowl is even better from this angle.

“I see it works.” They muse, reaching down and caressing the side of Kirin’s face. The vampire nuzzles into the offered hand almost automatically. Law tightens the grip on Kirin’s face, forcing him to look up as he squeezes his cheeks. “I win.”

Kirin scowls, though it looks more like a pout with his cheeks smushed. “Don’t give me that, a little aphrodisiac isn’t going to,” Law presses the top of their boot into Kirin’s cunt, “HNNNNGH-FUCK!” His body grinds against Law’s boot before he can stop himself, the pleasure nearly sending him over the edge.

Law’s smirk is equally haughty and aggravating, as far as Kirin’s concerned.

“I cuh-can still,” Kirin stutters as Law continues to tease him with his boot. “Fight! I can still fight.”

“You’re humping my boot like a whore.” Law points out, moving enough to start pushing the laces of their boot into Kirin’s soaked pants. “You can’t fight like this.”

“How are you not,” he gasps. Kirin’s gaze shifts down and his question is answered. Law’s pants are straining to hold back the boner in them. “Oh my you’ve been fighting while horny this whole time!” His eyes light up and he reaches out, palming Law’s erection through their pants.

Law grunts, lifting their boot and pushing Kirin away with their leg. The delighted vampire tumbles back and laughs as he lays sprawled out on the floor.

“I knew something was off.” Kirin sighs, his words melting into an inviting hum as Law kneels between his legs. “You seemed oddly distracted.”

“At least one of us can fight while drugged.” Law grumps, undoing all three of Kirin’s belts. “Did you have to rip my clothes?”

“You wanted to spar ♥,” he hums in response, lifting his hips as Law pulls his pants off. “I’m just trying to help you maintain your edge against my kind, hun~ter.”

“Hmph.” They grunt, the irritated sound giving way to a full-toothy grin as they see the state Kirin’s in. “You’re soaked.”

“I don’t need your sass.” Kirin pouts, sticking his tongue out.

Law pulled their own belt off, setting the weapon-heavy contraption off to the side. “Say what it is you need then.” They prompt, pulling their throbbing cock free. “Admit your defeat, and beg for me to give you what you want.”

A shiver runs through Kirin the likes of which he doesn’t think he’s felt in some centuries. His eyes are transfixed on the thick, leaking member Law’s stroking so slowly. It’s not like the two haven’t gone at it like this before, but his need hadn’t ever been so powerful before. Normally, he’d play at being a brat, but…

“… That.” Kirin says, suddenly feeling several shades of shy.

“This?” Law questions, slipping two tattooed fingers into Kirin’s dripping cunt with ease. Some word on Kirin’s lips shattered into nothing as his body tensed and his back arched. The drug was making what usually felt good feel incredible, and it was difficult to focus.

“No, ah,” he starts but Law’s thumb presses against his clit as they begin to finger fuck him. Kirin tries to clarify, he really does, his words starting and stumbling several times as Law played him like a fiddle.

His pleasure rose to a peak, setting Kirin’s body alight with bliss. His muscles spasmed and the sweet half-babbled words that had been trying desperately to escape him turned into a growling melody of euphoria. One that Law ensured he enjoyed for as long as possible before finally pulling their fingers out.

The soft splatter of fluid onto the stone floor as Law shook the excess off their fingers wasn’t lost to Kirin’s ears, even in his blissful haze.

“Not… fingers.” Kirin huffs, voice breathy as his head is still swimming from the orgasm. “Your cock, you smarmy bastard!”

Holding onto his legs, Law ruts their cock against Kirin’s slit, wetting it and reveling in Kirin’s whimpering pants from the sensation. Half-hearted insults dribble from his lips, but Law knows they’re said with love.

And right now a decent bit of lust.

“Then allow me to remedy that.” He shifts a little and pushes in with a slow, steady ease.

“O~~h, fuck, I’m going to cum again!” Kirin whines, squirming beneath Law.

Law grins at the declaration and hilts in one swift motion, thrusting into him relentlessly. The sudden push and ruthless follow up had pushed the air from Kirin, and his second orgasm was nearly silent as the tension in his body and lack of air stopped him from crying out.

Putting more weight against his legs, Law presses them back and fucks their sweet vampire through the pleasure. The aphrodisiac they made had been tailored more to Kirin than to Law, not that they were going to explain as much to Kirin any time soon.

Kirin’s third orgasm had his eyes rolling back into his head as Law came deep inside him. The way he throbbed and fluttered against them was so good that nothing was needed to enhance it. But the aphrodisiac play had been a request, and who were they to deny such a sweet request?

Law shifts their hips slowly for a moment, giving Kirin a chance to catch his breath and come back to his senses.

“It’s going to be a long night,” Law muses, pushing in deep as Kirin keens from the pleasure of it. “Seems this version isn’t going to let me calm down anytime soon.”

Despite himself, Kirin swallows thickly. “Well… there aren’t any windows down here, sweetheart, so… ah, do your worst, little hunter ♥.”

There’s a slight pang of regret at his choice of words as Law smiles darkly down at him.

“As you wish, little vampire.”

[r0-boat]

After adopting and taking him in catboy Ingo sees you as mates in an unconventional bond, you work and bring him home food and shower him with love, while he stays at the den (your house) making sure the nest is in perfect order for you! Everything must be perfect for his mate! He teaches himself while you’re away at work how to make food appropriate for humans, and is very excited to show you his meals he has prepared for you.

And while he is excited to have a new brother, his brother doesn’t seem exactly happy about this, to catboy Emmet you’re HIS mate! Not this homewreckers mate! How dare he try to steal you away from him, he was here first! The hiss and occasionally fight (it’s one sided, Ingo just wants to be family) but after realizing Ingo isn’t a threat but a useful ally, and they actually get along very well! So bonus.

For you however you now have two very needy very clingy cat hybrids at home that loathe the smell of others on you, Emmet and his puffy tail and sharp eyes that glare at you once he smells and hears that you dare pet another hybrid on your way home! Bad mate! Jail for 1,000 years!

Ingo’s reaction was more heartbreaking the first time he smelt another on you, his ears lowered and his tail went limp as he looked on the verge of tears, it took extra time to make him feel better, you love your catboys but they are a handful, especially working together, when their heats hit you thought you’d have to lock them in separate parts of the house, and you did for a while, you’d check on them hourly to see if they needed any water or wanted some food, but that’s how you ended up on Ingo’s bed, cunt exposed and Ingo smothering himself between your legs, you were trying so hard to not be loud but it felt so good! His constant whimpers and moans vibrate against your skin, but he had been licking you clean for almost two hours now and he still hadn’t came up for air, eventually you stopped, hyperventilating and still groaning, which you learned he has been cumming with you the whole time untouched, your scent and taste alone got him off.

When you finally got him all clean and put to nap, you shakily cleaned yourself and made your way to check on Emmet, it had been far too long anyways you hope he is okay, you felt such darkness before opening the door, you poked your head in only to be fully yanked in by a very angry kitty, his ears laid back and tail flicking as his flared down at you, mumbling angry promises of ‘showing that bastard who’s the best mate.’

After that you lost track of everything, face down, ass in the air as your arms gave out long ago, biting the pillow beneath you to muffle your cries as Emmet pumps load after load into your overtly sensitive pussy, you’re so full but he just keeps going, all you can do is scream and babble nonsense as Emmet keeps plunging his cock further into you, snarling and growling that you’re his mate, no one else can have you like this, only him! How dare that bastard rub his scent all over you that’s his job!

But heats now a days? You have to call off work for the next week as you have two loud catboys primed and ready to breed you.

- noodle (I hope this makes you feel a little better, I saw your post about the glass and stuff, I hope you feel better soon! You’re one of my favorite people and writers, gotta keep you around lol)

Aa! Thank you I'm fine now. you don't have to worry about me.

This is the ultimate cat boy submas!

Imagine walking with your two boys and they're just walking on either side of you as a protecting you.

I think after a while you start letting them go out on their own and run errands.

Emmet is taking his morning stroll until he smells it that's familiar irritating smell. You always come home reeking with that scent if he follows the scent he will find the perpetrator who has been trying to seduce you.

You have warned him before about starting fights with other cats but this is different this is not a mere fight does the turf war. Scenting something that's clearly his.

The stench led him to the source. And there he was a blond-haired stray leaning up against the tree an orange tabby Catboy.

God his smug aura mocks him. But no, mate told him many times do not fight with other cats and he doesn't feel like getting scolded again.

The tabby notices him " hey! I know you! You're the one who keeps scenting my human weren't you"

...ok he's dead

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home: Chapter 14

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: The guardians keep trying to include you in various activities to keep your mind off what's troubling you since you won't talk about it. However, one of these activities turns out to have a, shall we say... slightly less than desired outcome.

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Author’s Note: Thank you to @quillsandtypos, @theambracer88, @mcugiggles, @marvelouslyfluffy and all the anons who participated in my questionnaire post! As you probably guessed, I'll be using the answers (and any future ones, if anyone else still wants to play) to complete some fluffy scenes in the story! Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 23 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4,683

Rocket, though he finally had a way to repair the device, had decided to wait a bit before actually doing so. Hell, he had waited this long, certain that his smuggling had been in vain once he found one of the parts had broken on... ahem, "departure," so what was another day or two? It was obvious they were going to be here awhile anyway, so he wasn't too rushed.

One might wonder, how was Rocket able to smuggle anything if SHIELD had searched him, already having found and confiscated contraband he had hidden in his "back pocket?"

Well, Rocket wasn't an idiot. He knew of other ways to smuggle goods on his person. Or, in his person, rather. That being said, maybe to say he wasn't an idiot might be giving him a bit too much credit... Swallowing the pieces of a small data pad might not have been exactly the safest thing to do, though he had given himself a pat on the back for rightfully assuming the Terran's wouldn't think to put him through a body scanner.

He had been damned lucky that nothing had gotten lodged or had punctured any of his innards on the way through, but hey, it worked, didn't it?

Well, mostly.

As said, a part had broken on "departure," which he of course blamed on Gamora and Mantis for rushing him in the bathroom that first day. If that bug-eyed chick didn't have such a tiny bladder then he could have allowed for a more "graceful landing."

No matter, he now had a way to fix it thanks to you. This had admittedly softened his attitude towards you the tiniest bit, though he wasn't going to admit it, nor was he going to completely let his guard down. Use of your workshop was probably just another bribe to win his favor, after all. Just like the bed. He was definitely going to take advantage of it, don't get him wrong. He wasn't just not going to use the tools available to him. Just like he wasn't going to just not sleep in the bed you built him. It was better than sleeping in the crib, though he had been grateful the crib had been left in the room when you left the bed. He had been hiding the pieces of the smuggled device under the crib's mattress -the only good use he saw for it, other than the fact that Groot actually slept pretty well in it- because boy, if the others had found out he had smuggled that in, they would have been pissed. Hence, why he wasn't in too big a hurry to fix it just yet.

Perhaps it couldn't hurt to maybe fix that broken stool in the shed for you, though. Just for a warm up, not because he thought he owed you anything, of course.

***

The evening of the check-in you had found yourself with nothing to do and back in the thoughts that had plagued you since the couple came, and you once again considered pouring yourself a glass or two of whiskey.

Yondu had been leaning against the counter enjoying a snack when he saw you retrieve the bottle from the fridge. Remembering the previous night he raised an eyebrow at you. The last thing he wanted was to witness a repeat, but thought he'd still keep an eye on you. Cut you off again before/if you started to look a little too "weepy." He had doubts that you even remembered what you'd done the previous night, and this was confirmed when he made a lighthearted comment about, "Ya goin' to take it easy tonight, or will I be needin' to cut you off again?" and you raised an eyebrow at him before saying, "What? You didn'- Oh right- I think I do remember you taking my drink now that you mention it," as you set the bottle on the table and went to retrieve a glass from the cupboard.

You now sported a slight blush and, pausing your actions, asked, "I um, didn't say or do anything embarrassing to have warranted that, did I?"

Yondu looked you right in the eye, and lied. "Nope. It was just clear ya had a bit much. Figured I'd save yer wimpy Terran liver." He laughed at your slight pout and added, "Ya just whined at me fer takin' yer drink and then fell asleep. Nuttin' too excitin'."

Yondu could see the relief on your face and it solidified his lack of regret of not telling you. Sure, he might have wanted to crack the mystery to see why you were the way you were, but not like that. He hadn't expected the previous night's display, and if anything, it made him feel like he should back off. Yes, it prompted more burning questions, but even he knew there were some things you just didn't pry into.

Around that time Peter and Kraglin came into the kitchen, messing about and horse-playing. You considered telling them to break it up, but then decided you didn't actually care enough as long as they weren't about to break anything... or anyone. You were about to make your standard polite offer of a drink when suddenly a rip was heard and Peter whined out, "Aw man! You ripped my favorite shirt!"

Sure enough, their rough-housing had managed to rip the seam along the left-shoulder of Peter's dark blue shirt, leaving a sizable hole of a couple inches long that revealed another white shirt underneath.

You rolled your eyes and told him where he could find the sewing kit.

Peter looked at you sheepishly and said, "I don't know how to sew."

You sighed and said, "I guess I'm not doing anything..." and you began to walk towards him and the exit of the kitchen, abandoning the bottle of whiskey on the table without having poured a drink.

Peter took off his ripped shirt and in a surprised voice said, "Oh!- Thanks-" starting to hand you the shirt as you walked past.

You didn't take the shirt, just looked at him as a laugh escaped your throat. "I didn't say I'd do it for you. I meant I'll teach you." With that you cocked your head towards the door and headed out towards the sitting room.

As you walked away you shook your head and muttered something Peter couldn't hear but assumed was an insult as he blushed both from embarrassment at his mistake and from hearing Yondu and Kraglin now laughing at him. He wordlessly followed, not wishing to make more of a fool of himself.

Watching Peter leave, inspiration struck Yondu. It might be overstepping, and might have been a long shot, but it was worth a try. He nudged Kraglin in the arm to get his attention. "Ya remember last night? How things got a little too..." he searched for the right word.

Kraglin finished for him, "Sad? Yeah. I remember." He caught sight of the bottle on the table. "She back at it tonight?" He and Yondu hadn't discussed what happened when he had returned to the kitchen after walking you to your room. It had gone unsaid that you were in a bad way.

"She was gonna," Yondu answered, "but then you two came in and gave her something to distract herself. Might not hurt to keep doing that for a bit."

"Ya wanna keep her busy?" Kraglin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Better than watchin' her drown herself in a bottle," Yondu replied flippantly with a shrug, but Kraglin could see through his blasé attitude.

He was slightly surprised, but not completely opposed to Yondu's suggestion. You had been drinking a lot the past few days. It didn't take a genius to see that something was obviously wrong, and he knew better that drinking like that only made sad feelings worse. If this had been the Eclector, and you part of the crew, he or Yondu would have cut you off well before now once they saw the pit you were digging. You just don't let sad people drink themselves into a stupor. It's bad form. But this wasn't the ship, and you weren't crew, and they couldn't stop you. They were in your house. They've barely known you for three weeks. He knew they couldn't just order you around, but if a little bit of distraction kept him from seeing you looking that sad again and kept you from hiding in the bottom of a bottle, he was for it.

Yondu spoke again, more or less repeating Kraglin's thoughts back at him. "I know we're on her turf, but someone's gotta do somethin'. It's bad form to just let h- to just to let a person drown like that. She needs to get her mind off what's been troubling her."

Kraglin examined the former captain's features. There was something else there. An emotion behind his eyes the first mate was familiar with after years of faithful service. Cap'n might not always be the best at admitting his softer feelings, but Kraglin knew. He could see it.

It was a look similar to the one he wore after he finished telling Rocket just how alike they were, right before they went to fight Ego. It was the same look in his eyes he had shortly after Peter came aboard the Eclector as a boy and it was decided he wasn't going to be delivered to Ego. One Kraglin even thought he recognized being on the receiving end of when he was a younger lad on the crew.

Kraglin smiled, a soft mix of understanding and sadness. "Sir," he said gently.

Yondu grunted in response and glanced at him.

"First, I do agree with ya, we should help keep her mind off it, but I just gotta say this too." He sighed before continuing. He knew Yondu wasn't going to like what he was about to say, but they were alone now, so he felt safe to say it. He knew if he said this in front of anyone else it'd a a surefire way to put Yondu dangerously close to whistling territory. "We can't be getting too attached, now."

Yondu glared at him. "Who said anythin' about-"

"Sir, all respect and all, but I think I can say I know ya better than anyone else here." Kraglin said, having cut Yondu off with a slight chuckle. "I can see it, I can tell when you're getting attached." His tone got slightly more serious, more comforting. "I don't think it'll be good for ya to get too attached, sir. We'll be leaving here eventually, and we know she ain't gonna be coming with us."

Yondu set his mouth in a firm line and stared Kraglin down hard but didn't say anything. He knew his first mate was right, but that didn't mean he had to admit it. Finally he answered with, "I ain't gettin' attached to nuttin' or nobody."

Kraglin sighed. If he knew anything else it was that Yondu could also be stubborn as hell. If he wanted to live in denial, well there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. "Alright, sir," he said with a shake of his head. "I believe ya." He didn't, and his tone betrayed that, earning him a narrowed eyed look from Yondu, but they dropped the conversation, at least for now.

***

Showing Peter how to sew went fairly smoothly. He seemed to grasp the concept well enough, watching you sew the first third of the tear - not the easiest task with your brace on- and then repeating what you had shown him on the rest himself. He finished soon enough and thanked you before leaving the table.

However, almost immediately after that Kraglin showed up with something ripped and asked if you could teach him too. You sighed, and mildly scolded him about how come he couldn't have asked while you were showing Peter, but you agreed regardless. Again, it wasn't exactly the easiest task considering you only had a limited range of motion to move your arm, but you managed. After he finally seemed to get it (he asked a lot of questions, even if he understood, assuming it'd be helpful to keep you occupied for longer) you noticed it had gotten dark out, and you were tired anyway, and so when it looked like he had a handle on it you decided to just go to bed.

***

The next day it seemed like people just kept asking you to do things. Not like they were ordering you around, but more like asking you to do things with them, which they hadn't often done.

It wasn't all bad, but you had the feeling it wasn't just a coincidence that they were seemingly trying to keep you engaged in various tasks and activities after Maria had informed you that one of them had expressed concerns about your well-being. You didn't know if they were now acting on their own or if Fury or Agent Hill had suggested it, but either way you figured you'd just roll with it. If you made an effort maybe they'd be happy and drop it.

That morning, before you realized what was going on, Mantis came to you with a book on plants and asked you to help her identify different plants around the property. You had almost said no, perhaps another time, but then you saw the expectant look on her happy face and decided you had time to kill anyway, so what could it hurt?

It was about when you were asked by Mantis and Drax to join the others for a game of UNO that you started to suspect what was going on.

Before this, Peter had kept coming up to you wanting to show you funny videos he found, having recently discovered the YouTube app on the TV; Yondu had come to you with an archery book and tried making small-talk asking about Terran types of archery; and Gamora and Kraglin asked you to help ref while everyone sparred.

You had agreed to reffing, feeling a little better than you had been all those days you had refused and now therefore not seeing any reason not to.

It was a slight bummer though, needing to sit on the sidelines and watching others train, but you supposed watching them to see if they knew any cool 'space moves' couldn't hurt. Plus, watching how the raccoon was able to hold his own against human-sized opponents was always interesting. Groot sat with you, not being permitted to spar with the others (except for when Rocket would decide to pretend spar with him, just to make him happy) and he was adorable as he played with the grass, so it wasn't all bad.

After that everyone else was pretty much tired, but Groot came up to you with the car you had given him, holding it above his head. You raised an eyebrow and looked to Peter, who informed you that the little guy wanted you to push him on it. You did, because how could you possibly say no to that?

What was cute to Peter, however, was the fact that no one had prompted Groot to do that. He just genuinely wanted you to play with him.

After a while of playing with Groot is when Mantis and Drax had come to you about playing UNO. Now you were getting a hint of what they were doing, but you agreed to play a few games with them anyway. You even caught yourself actually starting to have fun.

Around suppertime Peter came up to you, asking if you could teach him how to cook something. He talked about how he thought it'd be fun to learn to cook more things from his home world, and also reminded you how you did say several times that he could 'help you cook later.'

You sighed and after some more prodding from Peter you finally agreed, asking him what he might like to learn how to cook.

Peter looked like a deer in the headlights before admitting that he didn't actually know. He didn't remember a whole lot of different Terran foods from when he was a kid, and he was now drawing a blank.

You nodded towards the kitchen and told him the two of you would figure it out.

After looking for a bit you decided on a vegetable stew, mostly because this had been unexpected and you hadn't pulled any meat from the freezer to thaw.

Peter was surprisingly not bad at it. He handled the knife safely, he cut the vegetables evenly, and he listened as you told him what to do and when. You wondered if he had some experience cooking before, but you didn't ask.

After dinner Gamora wouldn't take no for an answer on helping with the dishes, of course using your injury as an excuse. You sighed, but allowed it, agreeing to dry while she washed, still under the impression that if you just indulged them for a bit they'd eventually stop and start leaving you along again.

Just as you finished Peter came to the two of you asking if you wanted to see a new movie he found on Netflix.

Figuring it wouldn't hurt to make an effort, you agreed to watching a movie with them and followed into the sitting room, wondering what film he had picked out.

Turned out, he had chosen a horror movie. Candy Man.

You sighed. Obviously you weren't completely immune to jump scares, but you didn't really mind horror movies. You could even go as far to say that you enjoyed most of them. However, you were concerned about Mantis, who you could see sitting happily on the rug in front of the couch next to Rocket as you entered the room.

"Are you sure this movie is appropriate for everyone?" you ask Peter.

"What? You scARed?" Rocket taunted with a smirk, and it was then that you saw Groot on the rug as well, having been sitting in Rocket's lap.

You roll your eyes and explain that your concerns were for the wooden child and Mantis, as your time spent with them hadn't made you very confident that they would recieve a scary movie well. "I'm more concerned the movie's gonna give them nightmares," you explained as you took a seat at the end of the couch.

Gamora seemed to agree with you, but the two of you were outvoted. Rocket just rolled his eyes and snarked that he bet you were scared, and Mantis assured excitedly that she could watch it. Groot, even though you couldn't understand him, also seemed adamant. You had a feeling they didn't really know what they were getting into, but combined with the fact that Mantis was an adult, and Groot wasn't your child, and Peter was doing his best to convince you and Gamora that everything would be fine, you eventually gave in, stating, "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. She better not crawl into my bed tonight. I'll send her your way."

Peter just laughed and shook his head, not taking you seriously, before turning out the lights and taking a seat next to Gamora at the other end of the couch. Kraglin took the last available seat between you and Peter and Rocket smarted off again.

"If you're gonna get scared maybe Kraglin will hold your hand!" he laughed as Peter turned on the film.

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest, refusing to look at Kraglin to give the rodent any satisfaction that he might have succeeded in embarrassing you. This, Kraglin was grateful for, because he was sort of an easy blusher, and he didn't want you to get the wrong idea. He just gave Rocket an unamused look, but he was also grateful the lights had been dimmed so that Yondu couldn't see him blushing and then tease him for it. Whether or not the former Ravager captain would actually believe Kraglin might have managed to develop feelings for you wouldn't matter. That fact that Kraglin had just told Yondu the previous night that he shouldn't be getting attached would be enough for him to jump on it and tease the hell out of him purely out of spite.

Despite the movie being old, it was still relatively new to you. You had heard about it, thought you remembered seeing a commercial or maybe a clip or two of it over the years, but this had been your first time actually watching it.

It was about halfway though and nothing terribly scary had happened yet. There was the flashback scene of a little boy having been mutilated that made you cringe, as any show that featured little kids being harmed always hit a sore spot, but it didn't really show much more than a bloody bathroom.

You were starting to think it probably wasn't going to be any real scary scenes, but then Candyman started to call the college lady's name, and it actually made you fight a shiver. You didn't know why, but creepy sounds were one of the few things from a film that could actually strike fear in your heart. Thankfully it didn't last long. You weren't looking forward to being teased for jumping or shivering at a movie that wasn't really even that scary.

At least it would mean that Mantis would be unlikely to crawl into your bed scared tonigh-

Candyman just shoved his hook through the college lady's medicine cabinet.

Half of everyone jumped, including you. Among those startled was Kraglin, and he shot you a glance that you purposely didn't return, not wanting to answer to any cocky smiles or teases accusing you of being scared.

A shot came on the screen centering on the baby Candyman took and you tensed, worried he was going to kill it, but you were relieved to see that he only let it suckle on his finger.

Kraglin felt you tense and then relax beside him, and he frowned, remembering the other night. He considered asking if you were alright, but then thought better of it and held his tongue, instead watching on as a scene played where the lady was now stuck in a mental hospital, having been believed to have killed her best friend and said baby from the previous scene.

Yondu didn't think he liked this movie, but he continued to watch in silence. He didn't want to see kids being hurt, and he had also tensed at the previous scene. Like you, he was sure that the bad guy was about to kill the baby. However, as he was sitting in his usual spot in the armchair, his tension went unnoticed.

Mantis let out a short scream when the lady summoned Candyman and he killed the psychiatrist. You sighed, realizing this wasn't looking good for her staying in her own bed tonight. Little did Peter know, you hadn't been kidding. If she tries to crawl in with you, you're sending her right to him, seeing as it would be his fault.

The lady was now exploring Candyman's lair, and you started to get a little tense at the creepy sounds of his breathing, and you mentally cursed whoever mixed the sound for this movie.

You got even more tense and fidgety when he opened his robe to reveal a ribcage full of bees. You only hoped no one noticed to tease you for it. Body horror was another thing that never failed to make you shudder.

Eventually the movie started to come to a close, a scene played where the lady's jerk ex-fiancé was having flashbacks to how good he had it with her now that she was dead, and you thought it was just going to end on a sad note.

That is, until he said her name, Helen, five times in the mirror (just like Candyman) and she came back and killed him with the Candyman's hook. Her sudden appearance made you startle slightly, and you heard more squeals from Mantis. You sighed again. Yep, she was definitely not going to sleep tonight.

The movie was finally over and Peter got up to turn on the lights. He turned to see you giving him a glare and he smiled. "What? Was it too scary for you?" he jeered.

You just pointed down to Groot. He had his head buried in Rocket's chest and was softly whimpering. "I told you that movie wasn't for kids."

Rocket scoffed at you and told you he would be fine, then turned it on you, saying how he felt you jump at least three times from where he was sitting.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, turning to Peter and this time gesturing to Mantis, who still looked a bit shaken. "I meant what I said. She tries to crawl in bed with me, I'm sending her to you," you say, leaving to go to go get ready for bed, both because it was now late, and to avoid any inevitable further teasing from Rocket.

The others seemed to have much the same idea about bedtime, and a few of them followed you up the stairs.

You let Mantis shower first, hopeful that if you went after her that she might hopefully be asleep by the time you got out. However, when you finished your own shower, Peter had thought it'd be funny to jump-scare you as you exited the bathroom, grabbing your shoulders and shouting, "CANDYMAN'S GOTCHA!" which resulted in you jumping a mile with a noise you'd deny was a shriek before you turned to punch him in the arm scolding, "Damn you!"

He, along with Rocket, only responded by laughing their asses off at you. You thought you could also hear Drax's own booming laughter down the hall from his room, and you caught a glimpse of Yondu and Kraglin sharing amused glances and snickering from their shared room.

Your face getting warm at the fact that he had actually managed to get you pretty good, you then just storm off to your room, ignoring Rocket's teases that he bet that you'd be the one crawling into Mantis's bed tonight.

You shut the bedroom door behind you to see Mantis awake and clutching her bear for dear life. Whether she was just already awake due to nerves or you had woken her with your startled cry, you didn't know, but you flicked on your desk lamp for her, turned out your overhead light and crawled into bed without a word.

Sometime later, long enough for you to have drifted off into a decently sound enough sleep to be dreaming, you were startled awake by someone crawling into your bed.

Guess who. That's right. Mantis.

You groaned and turned to see she had already crawled halfway into your bed before you stopped her by rousing. "Mantis," you groaned, pointing towards the door, "go climb into Peter's bed. He's the one that chose the movie."

Mantis tucked her chin sheepishly and admitted she had already tried that, but his and Gamora's door had been locked.

You stared at the ceiling and sighed. Clever bastard.

You made a mental note to squirt lemon juice in his coffee in the morning before letting out another groan. "Ugh, fine. But just this once," you allowed, ignoring the fact that this would actually technically be the second time. You were also not actually quite as salty as you let on. If anything, you should maybe thank her for waking you from a bad dream involving the Candyman's ribcage full of bees, but you weren't going to tell her that.

She smiled gratefully and thanked you as she snuggled in.

You sighed quietly and Mantis fell asleep quickly. At least she didn't snore.

You spent the next bit before you fell asleep yourself contemplating different ways that you might be able to annoy Peter for sufficient payback.

[13uswntimagines]

If That Isn’t Love (Christen Press x Reader)

Request: Reader and Christen are dating- the team finds out when they go to a game and there’s a fight with the rival team.

You glared at the opposing team, your fists clenching and unclenching in unbridled anger. Soccer was a contact sport and that was fine, as was the intense rivalry between your school and North Carolina, but they were taking things way too far. 

So far the first half of the college cup final had been plagued with fouls and no calls from the refs and it was starting to get under your skin (it didn’t help that your girlfriend and your teammates were in the stands watching). 

“Better keep your eyes on the ball and not on the stands captain,” North Carolina’s captain spat in your direction. You rolled your eyes at the senior defender. The two of you had been locked in a battle for the past 4 years, a battle that went far beyond forward versus defender or Stanford versus North Carolina. 

“Worry about your goal cause worrying about me isn’t really workin out for ya,” You rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the goal that you had found twice already. There was a reason you had been called up to the national team when you were 16 and had a full ride to play. 

The defender growled, taking a dangerous step in your direction.“You're just upset because you’re being outclassed. At least I didn’t fuck my way to the top,” 

Your eyes tightened dangerously. One of the reasons you and Christen hadn’t told the team about your relationship yet was because neither of you wanted anyone to assume you got where you were for anything other than your playing skill. 

You growled, stepping up to the woman so your noses were almost touching. “Don’t talk about things you don’t know about,” 

The defender smirked at you, cocking her head to the side“What I know is that your little girlfriend isn’t going to want you when you lose,” 

You grit your teeth. “In your dreams,”

 Her lips twitched, and you resisted the urge to smack the smirk off her face. You had no doubt you could kick her ass, but starting a riot during your final college game wasn’t really something you were interested in. 

The defender opened her mouth to respond, only to be interrupted but the ref’s whistle. “Let’s break it up ladies,”

“Watch your back,” She huffed, shoulder checking you as she made her way back to her position. 70 minutes to go and the brutality was just getting started. 

*****

Christen was on the edge of her seat, her fingers clenching painfully around Tobins hand. Her grip got progressively tighter every time you hit the turf. With every tackle, you were slower and slower to get up. Your flush was also getting progressively deeper (a telltale sign that you were nearing the end of your patience). 

“Chris if you squeeze any tighter you're going to break my fingers. Baby Bear is going to be fine,” Tobin mumbled very close to the forwards ear, using the hand not currently being crushed to adjust Christen’s grip. 

“You need your feet, not your hands,” The green eye woman growled back, her breath catching when the same defender took you off your feet yet again. 

“Yeah cause the Rɘ- imagineers will totally understand that the next capsule is delayed because you broke my hand watching your secret girlfriend play soccer,” Tobin grumbled, biting her lip at the look on your face. A very dangerous look. 

You were not known for being the most patient person on the women’s national team, hell most of the vets would venture to say that you had one of the most explosive tempers in the team. It took a lot to push you to that point, an insane amount of prodding, but once the explosion started, you were like a volcano, destroying everything on your path. 

“She’s gonna explode if the ref doesn’t start carding that defender,” Kelley mumbled, shaking her head. 

Alex scoffed at the notion. If you blew up, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but the stupid defender.“She’s been on her ass all night,” 

The teams eyebrows furrowed as you went toe to toe with the defender yet again, spit flying in all directions as you yelled at each other. “Wonder what they’re saying,” Becky said, eyebrows furrowing as you took another step towards the defender. Sure you had a temper, but you usually avoided committing red-card offenses on the field. 

“Whatever it is, North Carolina better stop because y/n looks like she’s going to beat her ass,” Emily snorted, throwing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. This show was just starting to get good (not that the onesided beat down of North Carolina wasn’t fun to watch…). 

*****

Everything moved in slow motion. You saw the ball leave your cleats. You saw the defender come in, studs up, after the ball was zooming towards the net. You watched the world fall as you tumbled on the grass, popping up the second your back touched the ground. 

Your fists clenched and your face turned red as you once again went toe to toe with the defender. 

“What the fuck is your problem. You could have fucking ended my career,” 

“Thought you’d be used to being under someone better than you,” She shrugged, stepping up so your noses were almost touching, an annoying smirk playing across her features. 

“I thought I told you to leave her out of this,” You growled, clenching your fist. 

“Can’t take the heat Bitch?” The defender chuckled, sending a wink to where the team was sitting in the stands and pushing her finger into your chest. 

“You will remove your hand before I remove it for you,” You snarled. The defender laughed again before shoving you hard. “What are you gonna do about it pipsqueak?”

And like that, your patience had run out. You launched yourself at the woman, spit flying, fists swinging. You were going to end this woman. 

****

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” Christen’s arms were around you the second she was in the trainer's room. You melted into her, wincing slightly with the pressure her hug put on your bruised ribs (likely from the defender’s knee when you tackled her). 

“Sorry darling,” you mumbled, pressing your face into her shoulder, and breathing in her scent. It always had a calming effect. you groaned when her hand brushed over a particularly nasty bruise on the side of your face. 

She sighed, pulling back and carefully using her fingers to pry you from your hiding spot in her neck. She held your face between her hands and examined the damage. Her eyes scrunched as she took in your broken nose, black eye and split lip. 

Her thumb brushed lightly over the cut just above your eyebrow.“She got you good,” she mumbled. 

You smirked, ignoring the pain it put on your split lip and winked at your girl “Hmm, you should see the other guy,”. 

It was the truth. Sure you were a little banged up, but the defender had definitely gotten the worse end of the stick. While you had walked off the field by your own power, the defender had been carried off on a stretcher. 

Her giggle made any discomfort you felt from your facial expressions entirely worth it. “Always the charmer,” she hummed, leaning in and placing a very light kiss on your lips, mindful of the now open cut.  You smiled dopily at her. 

“but no more getting involved in riots alright?” 

You nodded solemnly at her. The pitch had turned into a mess, with your team coming to your aid after the defender punched you in the face, and the other team doing the same. “Promise” You mumbled, looking her in the eyes to show her your sincerity, and before kissing her again. She didn’t need to know that it was comments about her that had caused the fight (you would defend her willingly any day). 

A hushed whisper broke you and Christen out of your moment “Did Christen just kiss baby bear?”, followed by what sounded like a slap on the back of a head. 

You pulled away from your girlfriend, pouting when your team mom stepped between the two of you. “Well, we hate to break this sweet reunion up, but what the fuck is going on?” Alex asked sternly, and for the first time, you were glad your bruised cheeks hid your blush, still your brought your hands up to hide your face. 

“We’re dating,” You grumbled, smiling when Christen intertwined your fingers with hers and pulled them from your face. She winked at you, god she thought you were adorable. 

The team awed at the action. Well half the team did, Emily still stared at you with wide eyes. “What?” 

“Seriously you guys are blind, they were obvious as fuck,” Tobin snorted, shaking out her aching hand. You and Chris weren’t subtle at all, and you had just started a riot on her behalf. If that wasn’t love, she didn’t know what was. 

[negasonicimagines]

Revelation; Part Two (NSFW)

All the warnings and details you'll need are in part one. Enjoy!

As soon as they return to the mansion, Yukio and Ellie immediately go to their room. Wade gets up from where he was sitting on the floor, slowly stepping aside. The girls rush in to comfort you but a wall of scent leaves them dizzy with pheromones.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re here,” you weep. The scent of your slick seems more intense, but maybe you’re just more aware of how turned on you are. The girls strip off their super-suits, joining you on the bed.

You practically tackle Ellie, burying your face in her neck.

“Mm, even better than I imagined…” you moan, starting to roll your hips so your soaking cunt can get the friction it needs on her thigh. Ellie carefully pushes you off of her, and you recline in the position you were before.

“Easy, sharpshooter. What the fuck happened? How are you in heat?”

“S-suppressants, not antidepressants, fake father, Wade,” you slur, explaining as best as you can.

“Wade,” Ellie and Yukio realize in unison.

“So, right now, you’re having not only your first heat, but a heat after years of taking suppressants,” Ellie fills in the blanks, and both she and Yukio look horrified.

“Mhm,” you confirm, “Need you. Both of you.”

“Of course, baby,” Yukio accepts, looking over you. Neither of them have seen you this stripped down before.

“Wait,” Ellie stops her, and you. “How do we know you actually want this? You’ve been really uncomfortable with the idea of sex until now, what if it’s just the heat? You literally said you don’t want to have sex today, like, two hours ago.”

“You don’t trust me?” You question, looking absolutely devastated.

“Y/N,” Ellie groans. “Of course I trust you, I just don’t want to hurt you. I love you. We love you.”

“It hurts. Please love me, Alpha,” you beg.

“Look at her, Ellie. She needs us,” Yukio adds.

“Fine. But we start out slow. Very slow. And if I get even a whiff of doubt or discomfort, we stop. Understand?”

“I need…” you whimper, clutching at your stomach as it continues to twist in pain.

“What is it, baby?” Yukio asks.

“I don’t know,” you sob, burying your face in your hands and squeezing your thighs together. “Just need it so bad, please.”

Both girls quickly shed their underwear, like the urgency of the situation is finally hitting them.

“So, the roses I smelled earlier…” Ellie trails off, feeling even worse. Not only is it not some other omega, it’s your heightened state of emotion, a sign of how much you want her and Yukio both.

Yukio gasps.

“Oh, Ellie, we can finally…” Yukio trails off.

“You’re gonna have to give a little more detail than that, Yukes. We’ve been looking forward to a lot of different things.”

Yukio whispers in Ellie’s ear, and the girl turns red before nodding.

“What are you gonna do to me?” you wonder.

“Well, if you want, we could both use our mouths on you at the same time,” Ellie reveals.

“Please,” you try to convince them to give you what you need. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” Yukio teases, like it’s not taking all her strength not to knot you right where you lay, propped wide open for the taking. It’d be so easy, and she could even try to have you to herself all week, and even though it’s probably impossible, you might have a baby. Oh, they’d be just the cutest, the perfect combination of her and you. What if you had twins? Or triplets? She’d never be able to tell them no once they flashed her your signature puppy eyes.

“Yukio,” Ellie snarls. “You’re panting. And drooling. She’s mine, too, remember?”

“Trust me, I remember,” Yukio snaps back.

“Alphas,” you whimper, and it’s like a switch flips. Their tongues battle for dominion over your most sensitive place, and your hips roll forward, desperate for more.

Ellie eventually concedes, giving your inner thigh some special attention that makes you squirm while Yukio devours you. The completely new sensations cause a tension to build in your stomach that you’ve only heard of.

“Oh my gosh, Ellie, Yuki- Ah! Ellie, Yuki- Ah! Ellie, Yuki- Oh, oh, oh!” you moan, embarrassed at how quickly you come undone.

“Oh, wow,” Ellie says. Yukio continues to lick up, well, everything, making the aftershock even more intense. “I- I didn’t realize you’d be that sensitive.”

“Never, ever, um, even by myself, ‘cause I never had any interest, because suppressants, so…”

“So, Yukio got to give you your first… Ever,” Ellie clarifies.

“U- Um,” you stutter, feeling a bit guilty for not making that clearer.

“You’re so adorable...” Yukio sounds almost reverent, and you taste yourself on her lips when they meet yours. You moan into the kiss, face burning under Ellie’s gaze and Yukio’s touch.

Ellie’s gaze turns into a glare as the kiss draws on, and soon that glare is joined by a growl that makes you gush. You pull back from the kiss, panting.

Yukio growls back, and your arousal intensifies even further, distracting the girls from their beginning turf war. You can’t help but wonder how many hickies you’re going to get in the next week.

“You really are an omega,” Ellie taunts.

“You like it when we growl?” Yukio adds.

They look like they’re ready to tear you to shreds in the best way.

“I guess it’s your turn,” Yukio remarks, sitting down next to you. “It’s still her first time, even if it won’t be the first time she-“

“Shut up,” Ellie snarls before going in for the kill, using her tongue to make you squirm and moan. She holds your hips down and your legs thrash around her, making you look the part of prey even more.

“Calm down,” Yukio suggests to you, stroking your hair. “It’s not like it’s ever gonna stop.”

“Oh fuck,” you whine, bucking your hips despite Ellie’s grip on them.

“That’s a good girl, fuck her face,” Yukio praises, taking one of your hands and putting it on Ellie’s head, holding the other. “She really likes having her hair pulled,” Yukio whispers in your ear. You get chills, but you do as she says.

Ellie groans into you, and at this point you really are fucking her face, your other hand having found its way into her hair.

“Oh my gosh, fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whine before unraveling again, hips still rolling like your life depends on it.

“Fucking called it.” Ellie grins proudly. “And she called me it. I think I win.”

“Oh, whichever way you slice it, I’m the one that ate our brave little be- omega first and made her fucking weep slick, so… Whatever small victories you can find, I suppose,” Yukio giggles.

“Yeah, but I’ll be the one to fuck her first,” Ellie counters.

“You really think so? I think it depends on who can get a condom on faster,” Yukio retorts.

“You trust me to pull out, don’t you, omega?” Ellie wonders, winking at Yukio.

“O-Of course. I mean, with the suppressants, even if you didn’t, it’s a one in a billion chance,” you remind her.

“Can I use my fingers to help you get ready?” Ellie asks.

“Uh-huh,” you agree, nodding as she slides one in, pumping, followed by another. Your breathing gets heavy again as she hits that divine spot over and over.

“Imagine my fucking cock hitting right there,” she breathes to you.

“Don’t wanna imagine, wanna feel it,” you plead. She adds a third finger. “S-so full, alpha…”

Yukio hands trail along your body carefully, as if you’re a priceless artifact she’s trying to appraise. She seems okay with letting Ellie have this, despite the fight she put up before. It’s probably the best compromise, you all know, because your first orgasm is something Yukio has that Ellie can never, now.

“Is this still okay?” Ellie wonders as she slips her fingers out of you, sliding them into Yukio’s mouth. The girl moans, cleaning them off eagerly.

“Yes, I promise,” you agree, and Ellie positions herself, unintentionally teasing your entrance. “Ellie, please.”

Her hips snap forward, but she’s careful not to push her rather swollen knot in. It throbs every time it presses against your entrance, where every nerve in her body is begging her to shove it in.

The two of you sync up so quickly it’s almost romantic, you meet her thrusts perfectly and her cock does feel amazing when it pushes up against that spot deep inside. She’s practically got you folded in half as you whine and whimper and moan.

You instinctively start to rub your clit, but Yukio pulls your hands up and away.

“You’ve had your turn, let us have ours,” she tells you rather calmly.

“B-but it’s too good, I need…” you weep.

“Oh- Oh f-“ A strangled noise catches in Ellie’s throat and you feel her cum spurt into you as she hastily pulls out. “Uh- Oh. Oh, wow.”

Yukio moves around you to get a look at whatever Ellie’s blushing over.

“You should be ashamed,” Yukio teases, playfully popping Ellie’s shoulder. “Giving our innocent little omega a creampie her first time. She looks really cute with you dripping out of her, though. Almost good enough to eat. Almost.”

Yukio pulls out her own member, and you watch her stroke herself, Ellie mouthing at her neck between their passionate kisses. Her strokes speed up gradually until ribbons of her orgasm splatter right onto where you’re starting to feel neglected, with a soft little moan from her that makes you throb even more.

“Fuck, it’s so pretty. Sit up, Y/N, look,” Ellie encourages. Her cum has mostly flowed out of you and onto the sheets, while Yukio’s paints you. Speaking of Yukio, she trails a finger up your tarnished slit, sliding it into your mouth. You taste the salty sweetness of all your juices combined and give a pleased hum, almost not wanting to let her finger go.

“Hmm… Now it looks good enough to eat,” Yukio confirms. “Wanna try to share again?”

“Absolutely,” Ellie agrees. The two girls lick up the mixture of their cum and your arousal as you tremble, squeaking and whining more than you actually moan, too sensitive to do much of anything other than lie there and take whatever they want to give.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and your toes curl as you’re finally allowed release once more, but they don’t stop, despite your shaking.

“A-Alphas, what are you… What… I… Oh, oh, please,” you weakly implore them, so far gone that you’re not even sure if you’re asking them to stop or keep going.

After another orgasm, they come back up to check on you.

“So- So much,” you say, in response to “Are you okay?”

“So, I’m gonna go with water break time,” Ellie chuckles, opening up a bottle before opening your mouth with her hand. You let her help you drink.

“Good girl,” she praises, and you blush as Yukio stares you down.

“You should have a bath, too,” she suggests. “We can all take it together.” The jacuzzi sounds great for your aching muscles.

“Can you walk?” Ellie asks. She wasn’t particularly rough with you, but considering nothing that big’s ever been up there before…

You nod, already starting to feel normal, or, well, at least at what’s probably the baseline of this whole heat thing. You get up from the bed and immediately collapse into a heap on the ground, knees having turned to actual jelly at some point over the past hour.

The girls can’t help but snicker before helping you back into bed.

“I’ll go draw the bath. Your cuddle time got cut off earlier,” Yukio remembers.

“You’re doing amazing,” Ellie praises you once more, fingers running through your hair and stroking your face. “Such a good girl. Such a good omega. My omega.”

“My alpha,” you whisper back, before burying your nose in her neck. Ellie tightens her embrace.

“Thank you for letting us take care of you like this. You’re being so brave, sharpshooter, I- I know you were really nervous. I want you to know, y’know, as happy as I am you’re an omega— And that’s really, really happy, by the way. —I’d be just as happy right now if you were a beta. I love you. We love you, and we’re so grateful you trusted us with this.”

“Thank you. You smell good and I love you,” you tell her, not able to articulate much beyond that.

“You too,” she chuckles.

Yukio emerges from the bathroom, and Ellie helps you hobble over, both girls giggling and giddy at your stumbling.

“So, we’re probably gonna have to take another week off, huh?” Yukio notes, trying to sound sympathetic, but both girls can’t help their proud grins at how they’ve already fucked you to pieces and they’ve barely even started. This week is gonna be great, and so will the next, blissful and full of aftercare.

“Mhm,” you whimper. The girls help you into the bath, stripping off their remaining undergarments before joining you.

The warm water is such a comfort that your eyes involuntarily slip shut. Its embrace soothes your sore muscles, and your breathing slows. Yukio starts carefully scrubbing your arm with a lathered up loofah, holding your wrist like it’s the most fragile, priceless thing in the world.

“Hm?” You open your eyes, but Ellie slides your eyelids down with two fingers, stroking your cheek after.

“Shh… Just let us take care of you, okay? You’re always protecting us, keeping the den tidy, and you took us so well… Just relax, now.”

You do as you’re told and relax.

Ellie joins in washing you while Yukio hums softly.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” Ellie murmurs, the soft washcloth she’s using drifting down from your sensitive neck to your far more sensitive chest. You give a shallow, shaky sigh as each girl cleanses a breast, chills spreading throughout your body. Your heart flutters when Ellie’s washcloth meets your inner thigh under the water.

Yukio’s hand rests against your stomach, more specifically, your uterus.

“Yukes…” you sigh.

“I know,” she says quietly. “I was just thinking.”

It’s a bittersweet moment, but Yukio ends it before the bitter overcomes the sweet by gently washing your stomach with the loofah she was holding before. The girls switch positions and you whine needily. Your infertility can be discussed later, when tensions aren’t quite so high.

“Oh, sweetpea, are we doing something wrong?” Yukio questions teasingly.

“N- No,” you admit, brows furrowing. “I just- I-“

You’re already too blissed out to string together a coherent sentence, but you need more.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Ellie understands. You keep your eyes closed as fingers slip up and down your slit, leaning into the touch. The steam of the bath blends yours and your alphas’ scents, clouding your perception of where each girl is. You try to get a peek, but Ellie quickly, gently reminds you: “Eyes closed.”

Your chest is slowly, sensually massaged, the palms of whichever girl is doing so rubbing up against your nipples perfectly.

The alpha who was teasing you below the water before now slides her fingers inside you, making you gasp softly.

“Hmm… Good omega,” Yukio murmurs, closer to your ear than you thought she was, before nipping at it. You yelp in surprise, but the sensation has you feeling even tinglier. You lean towards Yukio, wanting to obey their limitation of your sight, but needing the comfort of knowing where each of them is. You cling to her arm, she’s now only massaging one breast and using the other hand to stroke your face.

The fingers inside you, which you’ve determined by process of elimination are Ellie’s, curl into that spot, hard, and you moan before you can quiet yourself.

“I think someone’s starting to feel ignored…” Yukio jeers, and you hear an indignant “Hmph!” from Ellie. “How about this?”

Yukio pries you off of her, and you hear movement in the water. Soon after, she pulls your back to her chest, allowing you to recline. The feeling of the alpha’s skin against yours is heavenly. She starts to massage your chest again, and Ellie resumes her activities as well, now from in between your legs.

“This is perfect,” Ellie agrees. “You are. Both of you.”

“Thank you,” you and Yukio both sigh.

You start to get restless as the girls continue to stimulate you, letting out little whimpers that sound more like impatience than pleasure.

“What is it, love?” Yukio wonders, so close to your ear again. You shudder before answering.

“Want, um… Um… Y-you… You know.”

“To cum?” Ellie asks.

“Y-yeah, but…” You rock against Yukio’s hardness, which is pressed against your back.

“Ngh, oh, okay, yeah,” Yukio agrees. “Lean back.”

You lean back, moving up and bracing yourself against the rim of the jacuzzi before sliding down onto Yukio’s dick, eyes rolling back as you’re filled by an alpha once more.

“W-wait, with this position, we could…” Ellie trails off, and you can sense Yukio’s smirk.

“I know.”

“W- What is it?”

“Well, uh, if you’re okay with it, Yukio and I could try to fit inside you at the same time,” Ellie suggests.

“That sounds nice, but…”

“But?”

“First time having Yukio,” you quietly say.

“Oh… Okay, babe, that makes sense. Maybe later?”

You nod eagerly, and Yukio starts to move a little, hooking her hands under your knees to maintain more control over you.

“E- Ellie.”

Yukio growls.

“N- No, I just… Ellie, could you rub my-“ You’re cut off by a moan that’s a mix of pleasure and pain as Yukio thrusts harder, resenting the lack of attention. “A- Alpha, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

“I- I know, sorry. Such a good omega,” Yukio quickly apologizes, sprinkling kisses all over your neck and shoulders as she takes it down a notch. Ellie summons the courage to touch you despite Yukio’s possessive burst, and you’re on cloud nine once again. “You feel so good.”

Eyes still closed, you’re caught off guard when Ellie kisses you, but you respond quickly, tangling your fingers in her hair and moaning into her mouth.

“Love you,” Ellie whispers against your lips before kissing you some more.

“El, go faster, I think she’s close,” Yukio tells your shared lover, and she obeys. Your moans rise in pitch and volume but due to your position there’s not much you can do other than take what you’re given.

“Yukio, Yukio, Yukio,” you whine in sync with her thrusts, squirming in an attempt to meet both Yukio’s motions and Ellie’s hand.

You don’t last much longer, and the way you tighten around Yukio causes her to finish as well, burying her face in your neck and groaning; likely resenting the fact that she can’t bury her teeth there, not yet.

“Well, so much for gentle aftercare,” Ellie chuckles, stroking your cheek, which honestly feels as sensitive as the rest of you.

“S-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

Ellie helps you off of Yukio, and you nuzzle into her, embracing her.

“You two are the best alphas ever,” you mumble, eyes growing heavy again.

“We’re the only alphas you’ve had,” Ellie skeptically responds. You whimper at the perceived rejection. “Oh, but thank you. You’re sweet.”

“More than just sweet,” Yukio argues, pulling the plug on the jacuzzi. Ellie holds you as the tub drains, so you don’t get too cold, while Yukio hunts down some towels and your robes. Pink satin for her, black flannel for Ellie, and a plush F/C one is yours.

The girls assist you as you get out of the tub, wrapping you in your robe and helping you to bed before equipping theirs.

Being bundled between them is enough to keep the worst of your heat pains at bay.

“Can I open my eyes now?” You wonder, and the girls chuckle endearingly.

“Yes, Y/N,” Ellie permits, but it seems as though you could’ve done so or at least asked much sooner, based on her tone. “I said yes.”

Your eyes stay closed, so heavy that you don’t even wanna bother yet.

“Babe, stay awake. We need to talk,” Ellie insists.

“About what?” Yukio asks curiously.

“The, uh.. The thing Wade stopped her from doing.”

“Jus’ thinking about it,” you correct.

“And the Supreme Court is ‘just thinking’ about overturning Roe v. Wade. It’s still a fucking problem,” Ellie argues.

You shake your head.

“I have real medicine now, I’ll be fine.”

“You still hid it from us,” Yukio says softly, tearfully. “We- We failed you. You didn’t feel like you could tell us, your alphas.”

“Being my alphas is what made me not want to tell you. Because you can’t- Because- Because I knew it would be torture for you both if I had a problem you couldn’t fix; a need you couldn’t provide. I just wanted to protect you.”

“Sharpshooter…” Ellie looks heartbroken, and the devastation that both girls reek of makes you want to lock yourself away (or worse) so that you’ll never hurt them again.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I never meant for you to find out.”

“That’s not the problem here,” Ellie disagrees.

“Isn’t it? If you two never found out, you wouldn’t be unhappy about anything right now. I ruined this.”

“No,” Yukio snarls, wrapping her arms tighter around you, as if they can protect you from yourself. “You’re good. We… I told you, we were the ones who made you feel like it wasn’t safe to be honest with us. We’re proving you right the longer we talk about this before you’re ready to. Don’t you agree, Ellie?”

Ellie nods, seeming to finally understand.

“Can you at least promise that if there’s any other time you feel like you did then, you’ll talk to someone you trust, even if it’s not us?” Ellie requests.

“I can do that,” you concede.

“Thank you,” both girls reply, and Ellie moves a little closer, maneuvering her arms so that she’s embracing both you and Yukio, who’s spooning you.

Between the drowsy scent of petrichor, the nostalgic scent of a campfire, and your own relaxing lavender aroma, the three of you are finally soothed, and able to rest before continuing to contend with your first heat.

The next week is nothing short of an absolute fuckfest. Sure, you all take breaks for food, water, showers, et cetera. But, on what should be the final night of your heat, something causes you to stir.

The absolute need that came with your heat had waned over the week, but now it seems to be back with full force. You squirm in your half-sleep, trying to ignore it, but sense that your girls are already awake.

“Baby,” one of your alphas whispers. You’re draped across them both, all of you naked and entangled. You’re not even sure where you end and they begin right now, let alone which is which.

“Can we touch you?”

“Mhm,” you agree sleepily.

Their hands wander comfortingly, making it easier for the sandman to lure you back into his arms, but one of the alphas is bold enough to slip her fingers inside of you, sliding them right back out for some reason.

“Wow…”

“That is… A lot of slick.”

Oh.

You whine, spreading your legs for whichever one of them will touch you, it really doesn’t matter. You’re guided into one of their laps, whoever it is feels huge with no prep.

“Please just knot me so we can sleep, s’not like I can get pregnant anyways,” you request.

“Mmkay, sharpshooter, if that’s what you want.” So, it’s Ellie fucking you. That’s nice. Hers is a little shorter than Yukio’s, but she’s thicker. You fidget around, adjusting to her girth before finding that perfect angle and just bouncing.

“You look so pretty riding our alpha like that,” Yukio quietly praises, making you shiver. She plays with your nipples, hardened in the cool night air, while she touches herself. You resent your current position for limiting your sight of the other alpha, but you wouldn’t trade Ellie’s embrace for anything. “Touch that clit for us, won’t you? Cum all over her cock. Maybe you’ll even squirt again. That angle is normally what does it for you, isn’t it?”

“Oh, Daddy,” you sigh, obeying.

“No, baby, Ellie’s your daddy. I’m your mommy.”

“M-Mommy,” you whimper, continuing to squeak and moan for your two lovers as you clench harder and harder around Ellie, sinking your teeth into her scent gland as you three finish, nails digging into her already scratched-up back. When you relax, Ellie pushes her knot in. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to without asking,” you apologize, pulling away with a mouth full of blood that both girls are just dying to taste.

“No, babe, you know I wanted you to do that.” Ellie kisses your lips, cleaning them. “Don’t worry. Can you bite Yukio, too?”

“Of course! But, um, how am I gonna get to her?”

“Don’t worry, I can wait,” Yukio reassures you both.

“But- But you’re mine, too,” you insist. “I’m yours, remember?”

“Baby, of course I remember. Maybe- Maybe I could just bite you for now, and then you can bite me and Ellie can bite you in the morning? That way everyone has a turn.”

“When are you two gonna bite each other?”

“We can do that in the morning, too,” Yukio explains. In her drowsiness, she’d forgotten that part. “Are you ready?”

“Y-Yes, Alpha,” you stutter, because while you’re ready, you’re still nervous. Yukio picks a spot with her teeth, gently pressing, as if to ask you and Ellie, ‘Right here?’

You nod.

“That’s good, Yukes,” Ellie agrees, and the other girl sinks her teeth in deep.

You moan in pleasurable pain, and Ellie’s hands grab at your hips, feeling you flutter around her.

“Fuck,” she snarls, tensing up with you until Yukio’s no longer clamped down on your neck. The pink-haired girl licks up the blood, and you start to writhe, turned on all over again.

“One more time?” you request meekly, like Ellie’s dick isn’t literally locked inside of you.

“Of course,” Ellie consents, needing it just as much as you do.

Despite your now-limited range of motion, you carefully gyrate your hips. Yukio presses against you from behind, embracing you but also letting a hand slip down, fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

“That’s it, ride that knot like a good little omega,” Yukio taunts you, and you can feel her touching herself again.

“Your good little omega,” you moan.

“Ours indeed,” Ellie reminds you both, fucking up into you as you continue. Your breathing deepens and you clutch Ellie’s shoulders tighter, burying your face in the crook of her neck once more. “Close, sharpshooter?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, the three of you entangled once again as Yukio strokes her cock and your clit, the heat radiating off of all of you intensifying your scents. “So close, wanna cum so bad,” you beg.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” Yukio encourages. “Cum all over her.”

You whine as Yukio’s strokes become quicker for the both of you. Feeling the hand she’s using to get herself off brush against you turns you on even more, just knowing she’s getting off on this makes it even better. You can feel Ellie pulse inside you as her breathing also becomes labored.

“Cum with me, omega, please,” Yukio murmurs against the back of your neck, and you shudder, finally finishing. “Good girl… Good omega… Good girl…” Yukio sighs praise as she comes undone as well, Ellie’s orgasm falling somewhere in between yours and Yukio’s.

Ellie reclines with you on top of her, with Yukio nestled between her arm and her body. Both alphas embrace you, and the three of you finally fall back asleep.

[ddarker-dreams]

Kinktober Day 5: Cramped Spaces. Mista x F Reader 🎀

[Scarlet Ribbons description]

This takes place in Guido Mista’s route, which branches off from the main Scarlet Ribbons story.

Description: Mista never has good timing, but this has to be the worst you’ve ever seen. Not SFW. Tags: Slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, blow jobs, boob jobs, throatfucking, and partially clothed sex. Word count: 1.5k.

You’ve never seen such a disaster of a night. 

The expectation of plans going exactly as they are meant to is one you’ve never held, especially when you’re paired up with Mista. Improvisation seems to be his middle name. That’s all well and good. What’s not good is the fact you’ve lost sight of your target, and are currently knee-deep in enemy territory. 

Mista is running just ahead, gun at the ready, and you’re following suit. You’re both concerned with the same thing, do you risk fighting here? This building isn’t an ideal place for Mista’s Stand. A cramped nightclub filled to the brim with tourists and locals alike, music blasting at full volume and strobe lights blinding. It’s too risky that bystanders would get caught in the middle.

Even if you could find a more open area to fight, that might not be in your best interest. The rumor of another gang selling narcotics at this establishment is what got you two assigned to this job. Getting in a fight with them now could lead to a full blown turf war, the last thing Passione needs at the moment. This was purely meant to be reconnaissance, not a confrontation. Now it feels like you’ve swatted at a wasp nest. 

Utilizing all your stamina to continue weaving in and out of the crowd behind Mista, he suddenly makes a sharp turn into a storage closet. Maybe he’s hoping to gather our bearings, you think. It’s a good idea for the two of you to be on the same page. You follow in behind him, closing the door and wrapping ribbons around the handle for good measure. There, now no one should be able to open it. 

“So, what are we supposed to do?” you speak up while shuffling around, trying to get used to this constrictive space. It doesn’t help that it’s so dark you can barely see a thing in here. “I’m pretty sure Mariano spotted one of us. God, what a mess... now they know we’re onto them. Should I call Bucciarati?” 

No response. 

Well, that’s odd. Mista’s nothing if not talkative. Frowning, you squint, eyes still adjusting to the dim light from a single lightbulb overhead. Mista’s chest is heaving for air. Was the run that winding? You were only sprinting for less than a minute, you’ve seen him exercising for longer periods of time than that. Concern floods into your being at his unnerving silence. Leaning closer to him, you inspect for any possible injuries, hearing how he inhales sharply as you brush against him in the process.

You’re not seeing any visible wounds. “Mista? Are you alright?” 

“A-ah, I’m fine [First], just... catching my breath, that’s all...” He trails off, gulping at the end of his sentence. Why does he sound so apprehensive? You feel something hard against the inside of your thigh, mind temporarily going blank. Wait. Hold on just a moment. Everything is starting to add up. Glancing down, you take notice of how your chest is pressing right against his. It doesn’t help that this outfit is particularly revealing, in hopes of blending in with the night crowd. Your cleavage is visible even in the sparse lighting. 

“For fucks sake, Mista,” you whisper yell to him, flicking his forehead. “Now is not the time for this!” 

“I know that! It’s just, god, you look so hot tonight and I just want to,” he takes a deep breath and cuts himself off. You can tell he’s trying his best to calm down, but now you feel flustered as well. “And we haven’t... well, y’know, in a while because we’re both so busy--” 

“You can’t be serious.” You deadpan. Here you two are, on the brink of a possible firefight, and Mista’s incapable of not being horny for just a few minutes. Not that you don’t understand where’s he coming from. With all the work on your plates it’s been far too long since you’ve been intimate together, warmth gathering between your legs at the thought. I guess we’re both a mess. How romantic.

It’s difficult to know what you’re doing without a clear source of light, but you start pulling his pants down, much to his surprise. “Babe, wait, what?” 

“Be quiet, would you,” you curse yourself for stuttering, cheeks flushing as you sink down to your knees. The last thing you need is for his head to be in the gutter when your lives are on the line. “I’ll just-- take care of this, so you can use your brain to full compacity again.” 

“It’s not like I’m complainin’ or anything, trust me. Fuck, okay, I’ll be honest, this is really hot. I’ve jerked off to the thought of this at least once... maybe twice, actually.” 

You manage to get his pants down as he rambles on. He bites his lower lip when you take his length out, which has hardened considerably. Running your fingers up and down his cock, you feel the most prominent veins throbbing from your movements. Stroking him further, the muscles in his legs go taut, and an idea comes to mind. The easy access of your revealing top allows for you to pull your boobs out. Mista’s mind goes blank when you settle his dick in between your cleavage. 

“Ahh, fuck, yes,” he groans, bucking into your movements frantically. “I’ve always wanted... to fuck those pretty tits of yours, nn...”  

You hum in acknowledgement, pressing your lips around the head of his cock. His precum tastes salty, but you don’t mind, tongue coming out to lap all of him up. Mista throws his head back at the sensation, numerous curses leaving his lips. It feels nice knowing you have this effect on him. While you pleasure his length with your chest, your mouth focuses on sucking and kissing the tip of his dick. 

Mista’s hands curl into your hair, pulling your face as close to him as he can. “Make good use of that cute little mouth of yours. Take all of me in.” 

Obliging to his command, you open your mouth further, taking in all of his pulsing cock. Mista doesn’t give you any time to adjust. He starts thrusting into your mouth, the sudden sensation causing you to gag. You press your hands on his thighs to keep your balance, feeling how his balls hit your chin with every desperate thrust. He’s too occupied fucking your mouth to think about anything, the loud wet noises he’s making, or the moans that continue falling from his lips. 

“Y-you like that, don’t you?” he gasps, slamming his dick into your mouth like a man possessed. “Little... slut... dressing like that... you wanted me to do this to you. Wanted me to use you like the little whore you are.” 

You whine against him, the vibration almost sending him over the edge.  “Nngh... I’m gonna come right in your mouth, take all of it...!” 

Just a few moments later, Mista lets out a low growl, halting his feverish movements. He releases hot loads of cum down your throat, pressing himself so tightly against you that it’s difficult to breathe. Your heart is pounding while he remains still, salty cum coating your tongue. He’s gasping for air when he finally pulls his softening dick from your mouth. Grimacing, you manage to swallow as he asked. Some globs of his cum dribbles down your face from your mouth. That’s going to be a pain to clean up... 

Neither of you say a word. Mista puts himself away, then offers you a hand to help get up. 

“What a gentleman.” You comment with a roll of your eyes, using the back of your hand to wipe at your mouth. At least your lungs are able to get the air they so desperately need now. A part of you almost forgot the situation you were in entirely, too preoccupied with your horny boyfriend. Not that you’re much better, seeing as your panties are completely soaked. He’s gonna pay for that later. Now you have to walk around the rest of the night in these... 

“I second that,” Mista hums. He’s beaming at you, smoothing over your messy hair. “I’ll eat you out later, don’t even worry about it babe. Or we can just fuck, whatever you like.” 

“How about we find a way out of this mess first?” 

He blinks, realization hitting him. “Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about that.”

“Mista, you’re unbelievable...” 

[mudhornchronicles]

dreamboat | greaser!frankie morales | part two

diner cred to @thatretrobitch​

pairing: francisco “catfish” morales x reader; 1950’s greaser!frankie x reader

warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking, ya know… 1950s stuff + death and war, and being rude af

a/n: part two of dreamboat

masterlist

dreamboat: part one | part two

“If I didn’t know any better, Francisco, I’d say you were teacher in a past life.” You look up at him and smirk. He looks over to you and gives you a crooked smile. He adjusts his jacket and runs his left hand through his hair.

Frankie taught you a lot more history than the teacher. Frankie had a lot more patience and explained each topic that was covered in much better detail and simply enough to understand. Like when Hattie Wyatt Caraway of Arkansas became the first woman elected to the U.S. Senate in 1932 to fill the vacancy caused by the death of her husband. Frankie compared it to the demonstration of the first long distance telephone service between New York and San Francisco in 1913 – surprising but needed.

You didn’t have Frankie for a third period, just first and fourth, but he made sure to meet you out each of your classes and walked you over to your next class. He had conversed with the boys about asking you to Rosie’s Diner on Friday night. Everyone knows when a guy takes a little darlin’ down to Rosie’s, she’s unavailable. Frankie knows you probably don’t know what going to the diner with him means but he assumes if you did, you wouldn’t go. So he decides that the less you knew the better – well at least that’s what Tom decided.

“Ya know, doll. I like the way you say my name, but how ‘bout ya just call me Frankie, huh? I don’t use the entire thing anymore.”

You cock your head to the side and your smiles turns into a slight frown. “Do you not like the way Francisco sounds?”

He tucks his hands into his jean pockets, shrugs, and looks down at his dirty Chuck Taylors. “Thanks, I do like it, but it don’t… it don’t sound cool, you know? I got a reputation to keep up – all the guys do.”

Frankie stopped using the name Francisco at the start of freshman year. Pope stopped using Santiago around the same time. Their teachers would call them Francis and Saint because they found it difficult to pronounce the boys’ names correctly. Frankie was too shy to say anything and Pope was still unsure about his accented English, so when Will laughed and told the teacher, “Ain’t that a bite? You got a degree, but can’t pronounce an ABC name,” the boys knew Will was going to be a great friend. The boys thought that would be the end of it, but then Benny decided to join his brother and say, “How ‘bout, since ya feel so high and mighty, you call ‘em Frankie and Pope? We got Francisco like that city on the west coast, so call ‘em Frankie. Then we got Santiago. You wanna call ‘em Saint, then give ‘em the highest honor.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better,” you stopped walking and placed a hand on his arm. “I like your name. I think it suits you very well.”

He smiles and nods. He doesn’t know if he’s nodding because he’s convincing himself he likes it too or if he’s nodding because he’s glad you like it too. He liked your company because you weren’t too invasive, but he could also tell that you wanted to get to know him. He knew he wasn’t the most open to people, he has his father to thank for that.

As young 19-year-old – about a year older than Frankie – his father was drafted and fought in World War 1 in 1918 as a US Army soldier and was then sent off to France a few weeks in to fight with the AEF, the American Expeditionary Forces. Because of this, Frankie’s father wasn’t the most expressive when in public but was easily the most caring when it came to his family. When Frankie was growing up, his father had spoiled his baby boy and made sure he worked hard as a welder so that Frankie wouldn’t want for anything. Frankie remembers his father coming home from work late at night, oil and bits of metal stuck to him, and always turning his frown into a smile when he laid eyes upon his son.

His father’s closure to the world only grew when he saw his family in danger. Frankie figured that by growing up within a military family, it would lead to him serving in the military as his father did before him. When Frankie was coming to the age of enlistment, he told his family about him wanting to go off to the military, but his father was very much against it. All his father wanted for his son was for Frankie to live his life the way he wanted to, so Frankie didn’t enlist. One day when Frankie was at school, recruiters came to the Morales home and were knocking the door down. Frankie’s father had informed them that his son would not be serving. He was told that because Frankie was able, male, and was soon to be of age, he had to enlist whether he was needed or not. His father complied; except he wrote his own name down instead of his son’s.

His father never regretted going to war. He still had nightmares, which Frankie knew all too well. He had met Frankie’s mother when he came back home in 1921 and after years of trying, he was blessed with a son in 1935. All was good in the world until the year 1950 – Frankie was 15 years old. In August of 1950, a letter came in the post reading the following:

SIR: FRANCISCO MORALES SR.

You are hereby notified that you, on the 21 day of August of 1950, have been legally drafted in the service to the Armed Forces of the United States of America. You are to report to the Armed Forces station below and will be transported to Daejeon, Korea.

Frankie’s father never came back.

His body was never recovered – just his ID tags. Frankie’s mother was told that the last transmission received with the whereabouts of Francisco Morales Sr. were near the Nakdong River in South Korea. Frankie always carried his father’s ID tags around his neck no matter where he went. Those tags always reassured him of himself knowing that he was doing what his father wanted him to do.

Frankie walked you down the steps of school building and stopped at the sidewalk. “Ya know, if ya need a ride, I can take ya home – aint no trouble.”

You smile and shake your head. “I appreciate that. I told my mother I’d take the bus back home.” You knew your mother would have a fit if she saw you get dropped off by a boy, but she may still be at work. You looked back at Frankie and saw that he had a slight frown on his face as he played with a necklace hidden in his white t-shirt. You weren’t sure the reason behind it, but he didn’t want to pry. “Actually, I’ll take a ride.”

His eyes lit up and nodded. “Great but I do gotta warn ya, doll. I gotta take Ironhead and Benny back to their place. Pope usually goes back to mines.” A ride home in a car full of teenage boys – what can go wrong?

The pair of you walk down to the school’s parking lot and there you see students laughing in their cars – 4 to 5 in a car – all while having a smoke and others are drinking from beer cans. You have no doubt that it’s beer cans when one gets tossed towards you with left over beer splattering over your white skirt. Frankie takes notice of the yellow stains and the grimace growing on your face. He looks over at the teenagers in a beat-up Chevy.

“Aye watch where ya tossin’ shit, birdbrain.” The teens look over at Frankie and walk over to him. You place a hand on his arm and look up at him.

“Frankie, c’mon. Let’s just go to your car, huh?” you plead. His arm tightens and as the teens arrive in front of him, Frankie protectively put you behind him and adjusts his jacket – a tick of his you’ve taken note of. The three boys who walked over to Frankie look over at you and smirk.

“Well shit Frankie, pal.” One of them takes a smoke and blows the out towards his side. “You already smashin’ up this little new betty? Don’t you work fast… first Michelle, then Tiffany, now this one?”

Frankie’s jaw tightens and his hold on your arm shifts. “How ‘bout you stuff it, Jack? You know you ain’t even supposed to be here. This ain’t your turf.”

Jack removes his hat, a cowboy hat he’s become fond of, and fixes his hair. He puts it back on and laughs. “You’re right, but I clearly don’t care. Oberyn ain’t out the can ‘till Friday, so I call the shots. My boys wanna be here and screw all these chick-a-dees, then they will. I know you ain’t gon’ do nothin’.”

“He will,” you hear a click and quickly turn your head to see Pope and the boys, Benny holding up a pocketknife. “But he ain’t doin’ it alone either.” The Bandits circle the three men and puff up their chests.

“Alright,” Jack holds his hands up. “We’re gone but trust me when I say that Oberyn ain’t gon’ be too happy to hear this.” With that he snaps his head over to his boys directing them back to their car. They turn to leave and Jack walks away backwards. When he’s satisfied with the distance between himself and The Bandits, he turns on his heel and runs to his car. He jumps in the driver’s seat, gives his girl a smooch, and revs the engine – with that he’s gone.

Pope looks at you and gives your shoulder a quick squeeze. “You good? Hope those bumrats ain’t spook ya too bad.” You shake your head and smile shyly. You look down at your ruined skirt and shrug.

“Just a ruined skirt but that’s okay. I wasn’t fond of it.” Will laughs at your comment fluffs yours skirt from the bottom, earning a nudge from Frankie.

“Let’s get her home, huh? I gotta drop off everyone else,” Frankie says. Tom tells Frankie that he’s got detention and to go on without him. Tom goes back towards the building while everyone piles up in Frankie’s Cherry Red 1945 Mustang GT – his father’s gift to him for his 15th birthday, also his last gift.

Per usual, Benny and Will leans the driver’s seat forwards and get in to sit in the back while Pope goes to sit in his usual spot as shotgun. Frankie tuts at Pope and points to the back. Pope scoffs but shoots Frankie a wink. He gets in and sits in between the brothers, being the smallest of the three, and Frankie runs over to open the door for you to sit up front. He grabs your books and hands them to Pope. As you situate yourself and buckle your seatbelt, Frankie gets in and turns on his baby. He revvs the engine and backs up out the school’s parking garage, but not before revving his engine one more time for the freshmen per Benny’s request.

On the drive to the brother’s house, Benny grabs your notebook and looks through your notes of the day. He looks through the math notes you took during 4th period and immediately closes it. “You sure are smart if you’re taking this angle stuff. I’m guessing it’s college prep?”

You look over your shoulder and nod. “I’m currently taking college preparatory trigonometry. They unfortunately didn’t have any other advanced placement for me here.”

The boys let out a harmony of “ohs” and Will shakes Frankie’s shoulder. “Frankie! She’s smart like you, buddy!”

Pope smirks and joins in on the teasing. “Lo vez, hermano! Being smart doesn’t make you un-cool. Being you does! No te hagas ver como el tonto porque no lo eres.”

You see, brother… don’t make yourself seem dumb because you aren’t.

You look at Pope and smile. “I agree with you, Santiago. Frankie is very intelligent so he shouldn’tdumb himself down because he thinks that’s what people think of him.” Pope stops and looks at you. “You know some Spanish, angel face?” You eagerly nod. “I’m very familiar with the language. They had us choose electives at my old school. I took Spanish, Italian, and French. I had a lot of a free time.”

Pope looks at you in shock but happily hollers. “Well sugar you sound pretty good speakin’ ‘em”

You couldn’t explain it, but you felt giddy. You felt happy to be around the boys and you knew you wanted to continue to be around them.

With Frankie getting out of the car and moving his seat forward, Will and Benny get dropped off first, but not without teasing him about “asking the chick.” Frankie flips them off and Pope lets out a belly laugh. Frankie apologetically looks at you and mouths sorry. You blush and mouth that’s okay.

Once leaving the brothers, Pope tells Frankie to turn up the radio. Frankie looks at Pope through the rearview mirror and narrows his eyes. “Switch to 12,” Pope says with a wink. Frankie rolls his eyes and turns the knob so the needle hits channel 12. Once Frankie hears the recognizable melody from “Takes Two to Tango” by Pearl Bailey. Frankie goes to switch the channel, but you stop his hand. He glances over to you and he sees you mouthing the words. He looks back at Pope who wiggles his eyebrows and sings out loud and to Frankie’s surprise, you join Pope singing at the top of your lungs. He laughs at your attempts at dancing in your seat and looks back at Pope who was waving his hands in the air.

Frankie thought that you’d be this proper, shy little thing but here you were having singing and laughing with his best friend. You gave him the slightest nudge and smiled in his direction. “C’mon Frankie. Don’t be a sour puss. I know you know this song!” You were right. He did know this song. He and Pope sang it so much because Pope thought he could woo some girl – he didn’t really know what the lyrics meant so you can guess what happened. If you guessed he slept with her… you’d be correct.

You poked Frankie in the ribs light enough to not affect his driving and giggled as he sang out with Pope. You liked seeing this Frankie – not that big tough guy you saw at the parking lot. He seemed like he had a big heart but was scared to show it and you were determined, but you were ripped away from your internal planning when Frankie politely asked for your address.

“It’s a shame you ain’t hangin’ longer sweetheart,” Pope began. “I think you’d like being around us two mucks. You would definitely like Frankie’s mom’s cooking. She makes the best food in town.” You smiled as the two best friends bickered about whose mom had the best food.

“I would have loved to, but I have to be home and do chores before my mother gets home.”

Frankie looks over to you and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. Maybe next time, cool?” You smile at the invitation and nod. Frankie continues to drive as you and Pope make a conversation about the possibility of you tutoring him in math. With them being high school seniors, they are not failing one class.

You feel on top of the world, laughing and talking with your new friends, until you spot the yellow Pontiac in the driveway and your mother coming out of it. Your face drops and the boys immediately take notice.

“What’s wrong?” Frankie asks. You straighten out your top and ask Pope for your books as you ready yourself to run out of the car. You look at Frankie and offer a weak smile.

“My mother won’t be happy with me is all.” You’d ask Frankie to drop you off a couple of houses before your own, but you know your mother has already seen you. As Frankie pulls up to your house, the boys’ jaws drop. You wouldn’t say your house was big, but to the boys, it was huge. Your two-story home consisted of 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. The exterior of the home was beige with dark brown trimming and the river rock pathway leading up to your home was lined with grass so green you’d think it was plastic.

Your mother, dressed to the nines in a pale pink dress and white belt, looks at the hot rod parked in front of her home and places her hands on her hips as she sees Frankie run out and open your door. Your mother would normally love seeing her daughter be treated by a gentleman, but she isn’t very happy to see that it’s Frankie. She has always dreamed of her daughter being courted by a young man in polished Oxford shoes and ironed pleated pants not a worn out leather jacket and dirty chucks.

You thank Frankie for the ride and look over at your upset mother. The boys say hello to her as she gives them the ungenuine smile of hers you have seen many times. You wave goodbye to both boys and begin to walk up to your mother. You hear whispers behind you and then you hear your mother say, “Is there something else you’d like to say, boy?”

You turn and you see Pope shove Frankie towards you. His face turns red as he sees your mother staring him down and he knows that this may not be the best time to ask you.

“On with it, young man. My daughter and I have work to do.”

Frankie once again runs his hand through his hair and clears his throat. “I- I, uh, I was wonderin’ if ya wanted to hang with us at Rosie’s on Friday. The shakes are pretty good so we could ma-“

“What’s your name, young man?” You look at your mother. You narrow your eyes at her for interrupting Frankie.

“It-It’s Frankie,” he stutters, “my name’s Frankie, ma’am.”

Your mother gives her less than friendly smile again. “Well, Frankie, you’ll understand where I’m coming from when I tell you this – you are not the kind of person I want my daughter befriending. You just don’t quite… how can I put this nicely? You don’t fit a mother’s standards.”

“Mother!”

“Quiet.” she tells you. “You will not be around these boys again, do you understand? Your father works too hard for you to just ruin your life like this. You asked to be taken out of the pristine private school we paid for you to go to and we allowed you to enroll in public school. Why are you bringing home some… some hoodlum! How can you do this to us?”

You wished this had surprised you, but it wasn’t the first time your mother disrespected your choice of friends. You huffed and you felt tears coming to your eyes as you saw Frankie’s defeated look in his eyes and Pope fighting the urge to get out of the car.

You mother calls your name, and you turn to look at her. She walks to you, heels clicking the pavement, and cups your jaw. “You will not associate yourself with these boys, do we understand each other?” You see Frankie nod to you and walk back to his car. You look back at your mother and nod. “Yes, Mother. I understand.” Your mother smiles at you and gives your cheek a pat. “Good girl. Now… get inside and put that skirt in the hamper. Your allowance is going towards a new skirt.”

She leads you into the house and you look back and see Frankie’s car is still there. You stop in your tracks and look at your mother. “Mother, may I please run back and grab a paper I left?”

“Is it school related?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Very well. Go grab it and say goodbye and come back in. We have to get dinner going.” You nod and run back to the car and your mother walks into the house.

Pope rolls down the passenger side window and both boys look at you. You smile at Pope and look at Frankie.

“Does Rosie’s Diner have sundaes?” Pope smirks and turns to Frankie while Frankie nods with a confused face. “Well,” you start, “If Friday’s invitation is still open, pick me up by the green house down the street at 6pm. She’ll be going to my grandmother’s house up north.”

“Sounds like a plan, doll.”

The light breeze surprises you as it picks up the more you walk down the street. You walk past two houses and you see the red backlights of the cherry red mustang you seemed to miss.

Your mother, thankfully, left to your grandmother’s home about two hours ago, much earlier than expected. She called not very long ago to make sure you were home and doing homework. You told her that you were planning to retire early as your homework began to give you a headache. She insisted you eat dinner and sleep as she didn’t want to see eyebags under your eyes when she got back tomorrow. She bid you goodnight and said she’d be home by tomorrow’s lunchtime. Once you hung the phone on the hook, you ran to your room and began to ready yourself for the night.

You grew giddy as 6 o’clock crept closer and closer. You had applied your blush and mascara so carefully you’d have thought you were dusting the finest of china. You did not want to wear too much makeup; you didn’t want to seem as though you were trying too hard. You picked out the pins out of the curls on your head you’d put up right when your mother left and watched as the soft and tight curls fell and framed your face. You grabbed your wide tooth comb and brushed the curls out, parting your side at a side so there was more hair and volume on one side. You sprayed a tight hold hairspray all over so you could make sure your hair stood – Frankie wouldn’t want to see frazzled hair, no man would, you thought.

As you went through your closet, you decided that a dress was the best choice as it was simple enough to either be dressed up or dressed down. You went with a white collared black dress with thin white windowpane patterned lines all over. You wore your black flats and added a black shiny belt running across the waist. You get closer to Frankie’s car and you see him get out of his car – you figured he had seen you coming.

“How ya doin’ there, doll?”

“Hello, Frankie.” You wave and get closer to him. Once you’re in front of him you fix his jacket lapel and look up at him. “Aren’t you sight for sworn eyes.”

His eyes widen then starts laughing loudly and your face goes red. He nearly falls in laughter as his hands catch himself on his knees. “W-What’d ya just say?”

“I said aren’t you a sight for sworn eyes,” you frown. “Is that not appropriate?”

He catches his breath and puts a hand on his belly. He reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear with the other hand. “The saying is a sight for sore eyes, doll; not sworn eyes.”

You feel as if your face is about to burst as you start laughing at yourself. You just cannot believe you’ve messed up your first attempt at flirting with Frankie. “I was really sure it was sworn.”

He smiles brightly and shakes his head. “Hey… can’t say ya ain’t tried right?” You giggle and nod. He look you up and down and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Te vez hermosa.” You look beautiful.

Have you ever had that feeling when there’s a puppy trying to get comfortable, but it can’t so it walks over to you and lays with you – falling into a deep and peaceful sleep? You know how it makes your heart feel as if it’s grown twice in size because the puppy chose you and trusted you to protect it while it slept? That’s how you felt when those words came out of Frankie’s mouth.

“Muchas gracias, Francisco.” Thank you very much, Francisco.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you and lets out a laugh. He points to the car and says, “get in the damn car.” He runs over to your door and lets you in, as per usual, and off you two went to Rosie’s Diner.

Frankie leads you into a bright neon-lit diner not very far from your home, about 25 minutes from your place. The diner stands out from the black concrete parking lot and pine trees decorating its background. He opens the light brown doors and places a hand on your lower back as you walk in – not too low or too high.

“Howdy’ho kiddos.” You’re greeted by a woman in her late 40’s or early 50s – the grey hair and sweet smile give it away. “Hey there, Frankie. Bandits meetin’ ya here?”

Frankie smiles at the woman, gives her a hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek; a kiss she smiles at and hums in content. “Hey Ro. Boys are comin’ in a while. You know they ain’t missin’ your special tonight.”

“There’s a special night every night for my favorite bandits, Frankie. Who’s this, huh? You finally bringin’ a girl for me to meet?” Frankie shakes his head from side to side smiling. He turns to you and introduces you to Rosie, the diner’s owner and one of his favorite people. “She’s new in town and I wanted to show her the best diner in the world.”

Rosie slaps Frankie’s arm and laughs. “Stop talkin’ sweet ‘fore your teeth rot, boy. You’re too pretty to be all gums now. I knew my boys were comin; your usual booth’s open, but take the table next to it, yeah. Ya need the extra seat ‘less you sittin’ the girl on ya lap.” Frankie begins to stutter a protest as you stifle a laugh.

“It’s very nice to meet you Miss Rosie. I’m in awe of your diner and excited to try your food.”

“Well it’s very nice to meet the girl who Frankie finally decided to bring to the diner. It’s a very special moment in his life ya know?” You cock your head to the side and take a quick glance at Frankie.

“Why’s that, Miss Rosie?”

As Rosie was about to explain the beginning of courtships of 99% of the teenagers in town, Frankie dragged you away with the dramatic excuse of being so hungry he can eat a horse and how he’ll drop dead if he doesn’t get a shake.

As you make it to the table Rosie had sent you to, you’d think that Frankie would have pulled out your chair, but a couple of some teens you remember seeing at school look in yours and Frankie’s direction whispering among themselves. You took a seat and looked at Frankie to ask if he knew them but as you were about to ask, you saw his face looking back at them with a deep stare. He gave them a single nod towards the door and to your surprise, they ran. Frankie scanned the room and he knew everyone would be taking in the scene. Frankie had never taken a girl out in public – especially not a girl like you. Sure people knew about other girls he’s been with, but everyone knew they weren’t together.

Frankie sat down after everyone in the diner turned their attention back to where it previously was and he passes you a diner menu, but still tense due to the eyes that locked with his back once more.

When the waitress you learned was named Vi and was obsessed with Will, Frankie had ordered a basket of fries for the two to share, a cherry soda for him and a sundae of your pick for you. Vi was also an older woman, best friends with Rosie, and had an innocent crush on Will’s blonde self. Frankie told you about the time Will brought Vi a bouquet of flowers for her birthday and Vi almost attacked the poor kid to the ground with kisses. Vi was sweet and she made you feel very good about yourself as she fixed your collar and fluffed your hair because “her Frankie needs to see what he’s got in front of him.”

You were nearly done with your sundae as you heard the distinctive pitch that is Benny’s voice as he said “What’s cookin’ good lookin’ don’t you look like a dream,” and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You greet each and every one of the boys as they take their seats around the table – Benny calling dibs on one of the seats next to you. Benny puts his arm around the back rest of your white chair and calls Vi over to place a new order.

As the night continues, you feel free. You feel so relaxed and at ease with the boys around you that you don’t even notice the dirty looks some girls were giving you. Benny puts his head on your shoulder and give his cheek a little pat resulting in Benny playfully trying to bite your hand. Frankie clears his throat and Benny looks over at him and smirks.

“I ain’t trynna steal ya girl, Frankie. If she hangin’ with us, ya gotta get used to us playin ‘round.”

Frankie turns red as Benny calls you “his girl” and rolls his eyes with a chuckle. He looks out the window and immediately tenses. You follow his gaze and see a 1942 black Ford with some boys in it – one of the being that Jack guy from school – revv its engine as it speeds back and forth through the parking lot. He grabs the boys eyes and directs them towards the window and Benny stands up immediately. The boys follow suit and Frankie turns to you.

“Stay here alright, doll? We’ll be back.”

You turn from Frankie to the window and back to Frankie with a worried look painting your face. “What’s going on Frankie?”

“They shouldn’t be here. This ain-“ You both turn at the sound of a crash and see Pope being held against Frankie’s car by a guy in a black tee with its sleeves rolled. Frankie runs out of the diner and you run after him. You know you shouldn’t be getting in between this, but you aren’t going to let anyone hurt your new friends.

Frankie runs up behind this guy, turns him around, and shoves him away from his car and friends. The guy smirks and nods at Frankie. “Did you miss me Frankie?”

“What the hell are you doing here, Oberyn? We already told ya friend there that this ain’t your turf.”

You had to admit, Oberyn had this strut to him that showed his self-confidence and the combination of his flirtatious smile and smoldering eyes only made him more attractive than he already was. Jack came to stand next to him and as he turned to toss some keys over to another friend of his, you caught sight of the word VIPERS with two snakes on the back of his jacket.

“Yeah… he told me ‘bout it. But ya anna know what else Jackie told me? He told me that ya got ya’self a knockout.” Oberyn locks eyes with you and winks. He tries to walk over to you, but Frankie pushes back and away from you.

“Don’t get near her.” Oberyn lets out a sarcastic chuckle and gets in Frankie’s face.

“How ‘bout ya make me, Morales?”

The next thing you knew, you were yelling and crying with Will held you away as you saw Frankie and Oberyn duke it out on the concrete while Benny and Pope tried to pry Oberyn away – Jack and some other guy pushing them away. You caught a glimpse of Frankie’s bruising cheek and Oberyn’s bloody nose. You only noticed the officer’s arrival once Will dragged you back in the diner and making sure Rosie held you back as he ran back to be by Frankie’s side when the local sheriff gets out the car.

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HII ITS ME AGAIN ,,, while i was watching bnha i had a thought ,,, what if the reader had a strong quirk and they were with dabi in a meeting which ended up turning bad so she got annoyed bc it was taking too long and she wanted to sleep so then she ended up quickly killing everyone yanno ? just really cocky sorta like bakugou ,,, dabi standing there like 😒 bc the reader is really impatient SORRT IF IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE OR ITS TOO UNREALISTIC AND CRINGEY I JUST REALLY WANT A COCKY READER IDKY

I feel like I need to give you a nickname or something with how often you’re in my inbox. Wanna choose one? Ooooo or an emoji? Idk I just thought it’d be cute 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Anyway, I kinda kept the specifics of the quirk hidden, but it’s basically some kind of telekinetic/psychokinetic quirk which allows the reader to control and manipulate things as long as they can see them? I hope that makes sense

💙🔥 Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings: reader kicks ass, Dabi exists, I think that’s it? oh, and some creepy henchmen die, but ya know, that’s better for everyone, blood, knives, this got kinda dark, I think I kinda made the reader into a bit of a psycho but… it was kinda refreshing

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Why did you always get caught up with these missions? They were so boring! You didn’t even get any good action. Just ‘meet with these people’, ‘make a deal with these stupid henchmen’, ‘give them a warning for encroaching on our turf’. The last one was the best, but it rarely escalated in the way you wanted. When were you going to get a good fight?

You sighed as Dabi continued to threaten the men in front of you. There were five of them, representatives from some gang or something, and Shigaraki was unhappy with their presence. He’d sent the two of you out to give them a warning, but you let Dabi do the talking. It was annoying, but he was always taken more seriously than you, and you hated it. You could kill all of the people around you - including Dabi - in mere minutes, but instead you had to stand and chat. Ugh.

You poked Dabi in the side, pulling the loose fabric of his coat to bring him closer as you whispered in his ear.

“Can we leave yet? I’m tired”

Dabi rolled his eyes, not offering a response.

“I could take them.” You continued. “Easily.”

“What are you muttering about, pretty girl?”

You turned your head to the man who’d spoken. He was a short fellow, face gaunt and teeth crooked. His eyes were focused way too low to be looking at you respectfully, and you felt the blood rushing through your veins heat up. Creep.

However angry you were, you smiled softly. “How easily I could kill you all.” You answered.

He let out a loud cackle, still not looking up at your face.

“You think I couldn’t?” You asked, cocking your head to the side with a neutral expression. 

“I know you couldn’t.” He replied, raising an eyebrow as if to tempt you.

“Y/n… don’t.” Dabi’s warning voice filled your head, but you pushed it away as you stared at the man in front of you.

Dabi was usually pretty willing to start a fight, but you could tell he was getting tired of these missions just like you. The more missions went haywire, the more you’d have to do. He wanted to see the good stuff, just like you did, so for once he wasn’t going to start a fight. You, on the other hand, were begging for some action, no matter the repercussions. Plus, you really wanted to sleep.

“Aww, is the little henchman scared of a fight?” You sneered. “I understand. You don’t want to get you asses beat by a pretty girl, do you?” 

He glared at you as you mocked his previous words, his eyes finally meeting yours to see the mischief hidden within them. 

You had them exactly where you wanted. If he didn’t want to fight, he’d have to agree with what you said, and you knew he wouldn’t do that with his buddies surrounding him. What you didn’t expect, however, was for his gaze to turn away from you, instead settling on Dabi. 

“You should control your bitch.”

Oh hell no. Anger flooded your veins as you sent a warning glare to Dabi. Don’t get involved, it read, they’re mine. You didn’t wait for a reply as you leapt forward. 

The man hadn't expected your attack, and threw up his arms in an attempt to protect himself. You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were doing, and dropped low to the ground to slash at his legs with the knife you kept hidden in your boot. You relished in the scream he let out as you saw in the corner of your eye the others attempting to run away.

You turned to face them, deciding on the man who was furthest away as your first target. With a smirk, you threw your knife towards him, watching as it landed deep in his back. Activating your quirk, you pulled your knife back towards you, changing the trajectory while it was still in the air to shoot it towards another of the men, who crumbled as quickly as his comrade. 

The final two that were standing gave up on running as your knife landed back in your palm. They faced you with a glare, but you simply offered them a smile as you threw your knife between their heads.

“Ha!” One of the men laughed. “You missed, bitch.”

“Did I?” You asked, your lips curving into a smirk as you angled your knife through the air, slicing it across both of the men’s necks before either of them could react, calling it back to your hand as they fell to the floor. 

You watched the blood pooling onto the floor for a moment before turning back to the man at your feet, crouching down to draw your knife down the side of his face with a smile.

“You’re probably wondering why you can’t walk right now.” You said, using the red stained blade to force his chin up. “Well you see, this pretty girl sliced through your ligaments, so your leg movement is pretty limited. Fun, isn’t it?”

“You bi-”

“Ah ah ah.” You stopped him by pressing your knife against his lips, smearing the blood of his fallen friends across his face. “That’s not very nice.”

“I’m going to kill you.” He spat.

You smiled, pulling the knife away to stare at the blood dripping from the blade. 

“No, you’re not.” You said.

With a wide smile, you sliced your knife across his neck, watching as he began to choke on the gushing blood before his eyes glazed over and all movement ceased.

When you were done, you turned to look at Dabi, only to see his annoyed expression as he tucked his hands in his pockets. 

“Really, Y/n?”

You pouted. “Yes, Dabi, really.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re a psycho.”

“And you’re a murderer and an arsonist.” You replied. “Makes for a good pair, wouldn’t you say?”

He shook his head, but you could see the beginnings of a smile on his face. 

A good pair indeed.

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Fearless: Chapter 2

Pairing: Werewolf!Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire! Reader Genre: Romance, Action, Fantasy, Non-Idol AU Warning: Language, Violence, Bloodshead Rating: T WC: 2,888 AU Lore:   Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info

Chapter List: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

“What the hell was that?!” Changbin shouted at him as he pulled his shirt back on, having got dressed quicker than the others out of sheer frustration. Wonwoo sighed, glancing over at Felix who was still in his wolf form and waiting for Yubin to turn away, then back at Changbin who was raging over their previous encounter. “We could have taken them, there were two of them and five of us. That’s more than enough to take down two puny Vampires!” He exclaimed.

His shouting was sure to bring out the other members of the Pack, which was going to end with an even bigger headache for Wonwoo. Buckling his belt, he decided to try and de-escalate the situation. 

“Yeah and what would you have done if you had killed them?” He questioned. He kept his expression rather neutral, his blank stare was only met with the furious rage that sat behind Changbin’s eyes. Yubin didn’t acknowledge the argument and simply made her way inside the house, probably to go get Seungcheol...and boy was it going to be fun to explain this to him. Jacob also decided to distance himself from the feud by taking Felix’s clothing out towards the forest where the young wolf had been waiting. As he passed, he flashed Wonwoo an almost apologetic look.

“I woul-”

“You would have completely ruined our plan for the Full Moon. The only thing you would have accomplished would have been to start a War we couldn’t really win.” He continued, his eyes never once leaving his younger. Changbin practically growled as he advanced on his elder, grabbing his collar.

Wonwoo didn’t flinch or fight back, simply stared down at the shorter boy. The light from the waxing Moon bled down onto the two as a chilled winter wind blew through the trees. He heard a gasp, most likely from Jacob as he and Felix had returned to the house. Still Wonwoo kept his eyes on Changbin. While he knew that Changbin wasn’t actually going to fight him, he wanted to let the male vent his frustration. This was a serious problem that the pack was facing, in a few days it would basically be an all out war with the Vampires. Who knew if they were all going to survive this, sure they liked to boast but Wonwoo knew that they shouldn’t underestimate their opponents.

“Changbin.” 

At the sound of the new voice, Changbin released Wonwoo and stepped away with his eyes glued to the snow covered forest floor. Glancing over, Seungcheol, Yubin, and Sojung stood on the patio, Seungcheol obviously holding back his irritation, his eyes never looking away from Changbin. Wonwoo lifted a hand to rub the bridge of his nose before turning towards the patio, making his way up the small stairs to join the trio. He cast a glance behind him, Jacob and Felix had moved to join Changbin and he watched Felix grab Changbin’s shoulder in an attempt to offer some sort of comfort to the male.

“Yubin said you were almost attacked.” Seungcheol’s voice brought Wonwoo back to the present situation once again. He turned his attention back to his Alpha, confirming his words with a simple nod.

“Some of the Coven’s members saw us on the edge of the woods and tried to goat us into a fight. Nothing else really happened.” He explained, “Changbin got a bit on edge, you know how we get around this time.”

Of course Seungcheol knew, the closer to the Full Moon the louder their inner wolves became. The harder it was to not immediately take out any threat to their pack. It was a struggle that they simply had to live with. Despite this Seungcheol didn’t seem to be taking that as a valid answer for Changbin’s behavior. He looked around Wonwoo and towards the younger wolf. 

“Changbin, if I catch you leaving this house for anything besides school, without myself or Sojung with you there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?” Changbin simply nodded, knowing better than to talk back to the Alpha. A part of Wonwoo was glad that he hadn’t been put on the list of people to watch over Changbin, he could only deal with so much babysitting. 

Seungcheol then returned his gaze to Wonwoo. “I want you to go do a quick recon, make sure that the Vampires didn’t come into our territory. Yubin and Sojung will be going out as well.” 

Releasing a breath of air from his nostrils, Wonwoo nodded despite him wanting nothing more than to return to the inside of their cabin to continue his book. Though, the safety of the pack always came first, and sending Yubin, Sojung and himself would definitely be the best course of action for scouting. 

Sojung, ever the motherly Omega of the group proceeded to go to Changbin so she could bring the three younger males inside. Proclaiming that Sana and Mingyu had made a great dinner, something that would be cold by the time Wonwoo got back. Hopefully there would be food left, after all, wolves had a tendency to eat quite a bit. 

As Sojung walked the trio of younger males back into the house, Yubin following behind her, she gave Wonwoo a small pat on the back. As the door closed behind the group, Seungcheol sighed and leaned onto the banister, casting his gaze towards the forest. He gestured for Wonwoo to join him.

Standing next to his leader, Wonwoo cast his gaze out as well. Wonwoo could feel the anxiety seeping out from Seungcheol’s veins, after being together for so many years Wonwoo could just tell that this whole situation was bothering Seungcheol immensely. Not just what had happened tonight but what would be starting in a few days. 

“If you find them and they try and fight you...I want you to run.” His words didn’t surprise Wonwoo too much. The silence was almost deafening between the two as they simply took in their surroundings. Wonwoo wanted to comfort his leader but at this point he didn’t really know if anything he said would help, so he simply gave a small pat on Seungcheol’s shoulder before making his way back down the patio stairs, disrobing and trekking back out into the night.

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“What the hell was that?!” You groaned a bit at Yuna’s exclamation. After your encounter with the Wolves the two of you had continued on your patrol, but Yuna was still freaking out about the close encounter. “If Hoshi knew that you tried to goat the wolves into fighting you, he would be livid!” 

“Well, he doesn’t have to know, Yuna. As long as neither of us mention it to him.” Your retort was met with a groan of dissatisfaction. Obviously your answer wasn’t what she had wanted to hear. Yuna wasn’t a person who enjoyed confrontation, if she had it her way then the Wolves would just continue living on the edge of our territory for the rest of our days. She would want us to just act like they don’t exist.

“Come on, if we could have at least injured a few of them before the Full Moon then we would have weakened their numbers. We would have the upper hand at that point.” You tried to explain, eyes finding their way back to the woods that the two of you had already walked away from. Almost as if they were being drawn back, calling you towards the enemy’s turf. “We’d have a better advantage if our numbers weren’t evened out.”

Before Yuna could continue to argue with you, a rather adorable song cut through the night. Taking a look over your shoulder, you watched Yuna fish her phone out of her pocket to answer. The two of you stopped your walk as you waited for her to finish her phone call.  You heard her mutter a soft hello, going quiet again as she listened to the voice on the other end. 

“Is he okay?” Her question would have caused your heart to skip, if your heart were still functioning that is. “Okay...yeah I’ll let her know. Are you sure it’s safe alone?” She questioned. The person on the other end must have told her...whatever she was asking about was safe. With that she ended the call, stuffing her phone back into the pocket of her fluffy winter jacket (it was more for aesthetic than keeping out the cold) 

When she looked over at you, you cocked an eyebrow at her expectantly. 

“It was Junhui. He asked me to come back to the bar. Apparently some of the Wolves tried to sneak their way into the bar and um...Hyunjin got a bit hurt in the tussle. Gahyeon thankfully got them to retreat. But they want me to come back to check on him.” Now you wished you had actually just outright attacked those wolves you saw. Rage coiled in your gut as you thought about Hyunjin being injured. Having only been a Vampire for about six months, he hadn’t yet gotten used to his new abilities and strengths yet, which was precisely why he was always on bar duty. It was the safest place for him to be.

Fist clenched at your sides as you waited for the black haired woman to finish. “Jun wants you to continue your patrol. Says it shouldn’t be too bad since they already attacked once tonight, but if anything happens he wants you to come home.” She finished, giving you a stern look. Almost as if she was expecting you to fight the order. Normally, you would have just done as Jun had asked of you without much thought. Tonight though, knowing Hyunjin had gotten hurt, well that changed things. Not that you were going to let Yuna know that.

“Sure, I’ll be a good girl. I’ve already taunted them once tonight. So i’ll just finish our route and come home.” You told her, shrugging lightly. You nose scrunching a bit as the lie left your lips. “You go check on Hyunjin. He’s the one that needs you right now.” 

She seemed to believe you as a small smile made it’s way onto her face. “Thank you [Y/N].” Yuna quickly pulled you into a hug, squeezing tightly. Awkwardly you gave her a small pat on the back. You weren’t exactly a touchy feely person, preferring to keep skin ship to a minimum. If this had been anyone outside of your Coven...you probably would have seriously hurt them. But Yuna, kind and sweet Yuna, who never really seemed like your typical ‘creature of the night’, was too close to your still beating heart for you to push away. 

Quickly she pulled away and said her goodbyes. As she walked away you continued on the path set out for your patrol, but as soon as she left your sight you changed directions. Heading directly for the forest, hoping to find another one of those mutts. You didn’t exactly care if they would be the one that hurt Hyunjin, but one of them was going to feel what Hyunjin felt. One of them would hurt tonight.

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The trek through the dark town was silent. Passing through the residential district once again and walking under a blinking street light that you had passed with Yuna on your way back from the forest’s edge. The neighborhood held an aura of calm to it and the only noise came from your boots meeting the concrete. The bar district being quite far away, which is where most people were tonight as it was Friday. Which wasn’t necessarily a good thing as you would have to figure out a way to the bar without being seen with blood on you. Sure you knew a few back allies but the main road was the quickest way.

It probably wasn’t healthy, you anger, but wolves had taken everything from you and now they had hurt Hyunjin. A part of your blamed yourself, he wouldn’t have even been with the Coven if it wasn’t for you. Of course he also wouldn’t have been alive if not for you either. That did nothing stop guilt from sinking into your gut, hoping that his injury wasn’t too bad. 

The edge of the forest was still and dark, you saw no sign of the wolves that had been here previously. So you stepped past the threshold and into the darkened woods, grateful for your eyesight being used to being in darker lighting.  

Snow crushed under foot as you paced through the woods, twitching at the slightest noise in anticipation of being attacked. After all you were in enemy territory now and anything could happen. Gods Soonyoung was really going to be pissed at you this time, but you couldn’t just let them get away with hurting Hyunjin. Anger being the only thing fueling you at that moment. You snapped your head around when you heard a crunch behind you, the tell tale sign of snow being stepped in.

Your eyes met with the deep brown eyes of a dark black wolf that stood out harshly against the white of the snow covered forest. A second passed as the two of you stared at each other and you realized that this wolf was the one who had seemed to be leading the group earlier. You knew he wasn’t their Alpha, an Alpha would have fought you. 

Once you caught yourself staring you snapped back to reality, snarling at the wolf. “Your people hurt my boy tonight. So count yourself unlucky that i found you here, mutt.” With that you dashed forward at an inhuman speed, the wolf only barely dodging out of the way of your punch. You followed up the punch with a kick in the direction that he had dashed to. 

Your boot connected and sent him skidding back a bit. Oddly instead of fighting back, he simply pushed himself up and dashed away. You would have been worried if you had been a human, but with your speed you could catch up and at least grab his tail to stop his escape. Which is exactly what you did. Apparently he wasn’t expecting such an attack as he let out a loud yelp at the harsh tug. You nails digging into the appendage as you pull him towards you, using his momentum to slam him into the ground. He used a large paw to swipe at you, his nails slashing through your jacket and tearing your arm nicely. 

Fury filled your body as you slashed his face with your elongated nails in retaliation. Hearing him whine in pain from your attack...surprisingly did not fill you with satisfaction, in fact you felt a bit guilty and almost worried about it. You ignored this feeling in favor of attacking once again sweeping your leg into his side. The hit did not connect as he used his snout to roughly shove you to the side.

Your legs dropped from beneath you as you stumbled to the ground, and before you could attempt to stand up the wolf had placed his large paw on your chest to keep you down. You proceeded to bare your fangs at him in anger, but for some reason you didn’t try and push him away from you. He seemed to be staring at you as well, the blood from his cut dripped onto the skin of your face as he leaned in to examine you. After a moment he moved his gaze from your face to your arm where he had slashed you. He looked...guilty. 

It was still once again in the forest, the chill breeze hitting the two of you as he continued to press his paw into your chest. The moment was broken when his ears twitched and he turned his snout to look behind him a bit. He quickly lifted his paw off your chest and proceeded to push you as if he was trying to tell you to get up. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You questioned, pushing yourself up off of the forest floor at his insistence. He didn’t answer, because of course he couldn’t, he simply pushed at you with his paw as if trying to get you to leave. You didn’t quite understand until you heard footsteps rushing this way, the sound echoing in the snow. Was he trying to get you to leave before he had reinforcements? 

You decided it would be best to leave for now and come back tomorrow night after preparing yourself a bit better, tonight you had only your own person and none of your weapons. Tomorrow you would be ready.

“Don’t think just because you’re letting me leave that I won’t be back to kill you tomorrow.” You said, glaring harshly at the wolf before you turned on your heel and ran as fast as you could to get out of the forest. Only stopping once you had reached the town again, your legs giving out causing you to fall onto the concrete as you caught your breath. 

Whoever said that Vampires had endless stamina was a liar. 

Glancing at your arm, the tears in your jacket and the blood dripping down your skin caused you to frown. Soonyoung was going to kill you.

[sheresh0y]

Mar'eyce Introduces:

Ilyah Ellis Awaud: She/Her, 37

A/N: Same with Ro, we're dumping everything. We're just doing it a little different, since Kai and Ilyah's backstory have been kind of touched on and they will get their own fic eventually so we're doing this headcanon style.

Warnings: This fic and AU are 18+ please no younglings. Mentions of parent death and underworld dealings including drug and slavery mentions.

Read from the beginning: Mar'eyce Masterlist

Ilyah was born on Mandalore's moon, Concorida. She ended up at Arumorut when her parents, who were Death Watch, died during an op when she was eight, she ended up being raised by her aunt Ada Sedri.

Ada never wanted to bad mouth her sister and brother-in-law, especially in front of their own kid, so she went with the traditional 'if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all' and never mentioned them again.

After her Verd'goten, a group of kids were playing a silly game they made up: prick your finger and if two people bleed your matched. Ilyah thought it was the dumbest thing she ever heard, blood was never a part of the soulmate pact, it's scars. Deciding to show them just how dumb they were she carved her initials I.E. at the base of her right thumb.

She didn't realize right away that Kai was her soulmate, Ilyah was very much independent after her Verd'goten and decided to strike out from Arumorut and do her own thing.

She got much more than she bargained for when she realized that the rest of the galaxy didn't work like her home town. She wasn't sure what she was thinking when she first left town, but Ilyah was never expecting what she saw.

The Republic has no control over The Outer Rim at this time and never really did, as much as they tried to. This meant a lot of things got looked over. Turf wars, crime lords, drug trade, slavery, it was very much an every man for himself mentality where Ilyah had grown up much more communally. She couldn't fathom a lot of what was happening and as a cock-sure 14 year old it shattered her sense of black-and-white justice.

Ilyah thought that striking out on her own meant fighting the obvious bad guys and was excited to do some good, when this didn't happen she became radicalized very quickly.

She ended up a Robin Hood archetype of freedom fighter and folk hero, choosing to fight for the every man. When she realized that 'manda' also meant guardian she felt like she was on the right path and decided to put her head down and push on. Everyone deserved to feel safe, everyone deserved to have justice.

After nine years and many back-to-back hard missions she finally turned up back home around 23. It took her a minute to adjust, to think about starting a family but when she did, she marched right up to Kai.

“A meeting, alor?”

“I’m not alor, yet, Ellis. What can I help with?” Kai leaned back in his chair, hands behind his curly head.

“Well, I was thinking the name ‘Ellis’ is so overrated these days. I’d much rather be an Awaud,” Ilyah smirked, nonexistent brow arching and a dare in her eyes.

Kai matched Ilyah’s confidence with a shrug and the same cool demeanor he had been carrying around his entire life, “I think I can make that work, cyar’ika.”

Kaiyah came around a year later their marriage and the Galactic War broke out. Kai and Ilyah fought about it at length, Ilyah saying some very hurtful things to Kai and honestly never expected to see him again.

She volunteered for anything and everything and eventually found Cerna, a captain of a renovated pleasure cruiser that shared her beliefs for a better galaxy and hung around that part of The Rebellion.

[seimeinotaka]

Sweet problems

For TwstOC week. Day 1. School Days

Rumor has it that NRC is full of crows, all of them mean and dangerous. One day Grim and Ann have a small incident with them over a delicious treat, cupcakes.

Ann Hawthorne is my MC OC, and the main character in my VilAnnthology series.

Thanks to polyphenols@AO3 for beta-reading this!

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Living in the forgotten rundown building had its perks, as Ann Hawthorne eventually found out. While cleaning it had taken a long time, the young girl had managed to make it a somewhat hospitable and almost comfortable place. Even more, she had been slowly adding flowers and shrubs from the seeds she got at Sam's shop and the botanical garden. She was able to do whatever she wanted without caring what others said. Such as taking care of the unexpected wildlife around the dorm.

Every other day, on the makeshift table made out of stone she brought together, Ann would leave some food. Chips, bread crumbs, French fries, even cookies or whatever leftovers from the Heartslabyul parties or when Ace and Deuce visited, the list was endless.

As soon as she went inside, the crows living in the trees around the building flocked to the stones and happily ate the simple feast. Ann didn't have pets, but she liked watching the crows eating from her window. Eventually she began waving at them whenever she left for school, even though Grim would laugh at her.

"Wouldn't you want to be waved at if you were a bird?"

"Are those dumb birds going to call me Grim-sama?"

"No."

"Funa! Then I don't care! But I'll show them and later they'll be begging me to listen to them!" The monster cat hollered as Ann rolled her eyes.

But she liked doing that and her dumb younger-sibling-like cat pet monster wouldn't stop her.

"Grim," Ann said as she arched an eyebrow. "You should probably wait until we reach the dorm."  Grim was happily unwrapping one of the cupcakes they had baked with Trey not long ago, barely paying attention to his surroundings. They had just left the Hall of Mirrors, on their way home. Ann was holding a box of cupcakes meant for them except that the impatient monster had sneaked one out from who knew where.

"I'm hungry! And you're too slow!" Grim said as he was licking his lips, but before he could take a bite, a nearby crow dove straight and stole the pastry.

"Funaaaaa! My cupcake!” he yelled, chasing the bird fruitlessly as it rested on the a top branch of a nearby tree.

"Give it back, dumb bird!" Grim yelled, staring as the bird cocked its head.

"Give up, Grim," Ann replied with a sigh, having caught up as she didn't want to ruin the ones in the box.  "We still have 6 and you stole that one anyway."

"Give it ba-Eek!"

Grim could only watch in horror as the crow chomped the cupcake and swallowed it all, uncaring of the critter's cries and jumps.

"Let's go, Grim. Look, it already ate it. You don't want crow barf or poo so give it a rest," Ann replied dryly.

However, Grim's eyes narrowed dangerously. "My cupcake!" he yelled, throwing a flame at the crow, which narrowly missed, slightly burning its feathers.

"Grim, bad idea!" Ann said as the crow dove down to peck on Grim's head. The bird flew high and cawed loudly, summoning in an instant a cloud of 10 or more birds.

Without a second thought, Ann grabbed Grim by the waist and ran in the direction of Ramshackle dorm, a trail of crows following close. Their croaks were similar to the sounds of hell, reaching closer and closer.

Ann didn't dare to look back, eyes locked on the  familiar gate, coming closer and closer into view. She opened it with a shove, accidentally hitting Grim on the head with one of the metal bars. Her arm would hurt the next day, but it was better than being murdered by crows in her book. The squawks were so loud now and she felt some of the hellish fiends flying closer to her sides. The building was so close, even if her lungs were beginning to ache and her legs were giving out...

Suddenly, 11 flashes of black from the opposite direction flew towards the pressing crows, the noise becoming unbearable, as black feathers scattered everywhere like rain. Ann wouldn't look at the scene, focusing on opening the door and hiding inside with Grim.

Only after they were inside, she peeked through the window and found more a massive war of crows, their cries filling the air. She recognized some of them, the crows of Ramshackle dorm were attacking their pursuers. The cries didn't stop for several minutes until the invaders flew away as the defenders cawed in what could only be a warning message.

Seeing that the cupcakes on her box were a total mess, not surviving the pursuit, Ann took the remnants and left them on the stone. She figured they deserved a reward, as their unexpected saviors.

-

The next time Ann and Grim came back from the Hall of Mirrors, Ann was carrying a couple of boxes. Ignoring the warning caws of the defeated crows, all eyes on her and Grim, Ann walked by the tree where the fight had started. At the top the crow with the burnt feathers was sitting, squawking dangerously at them.

Ann cleared her throat, "Grim."

"Huh, I don't have to."

Ann shot a dangerous look at him, and the cat groaned. "I'm sorry," he grumbled. "But you-"

"Fine now," she quickly interjected before Grim could get a fired up again and start a fight. "We brought these as an offer of peace," Ann said and opened one of the boxes, showing a dozen cupcakes. "They are safe to eat," she added as she took a small part of one and ate it in front of the dozens of eyes staring at her.

Carefully, she put the box on the ground and slowly rose up, walking away, never showing her back. Only when she felt she was far away, she turned her back and the crows flocked at the baked offering.

The crows at Ramshackle dorm also received another tasty reward as Ann warned Grim that next time, she would leave him there if he attacked the crows.

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"Hey Ann, when did you get so good at Animal Languages?" Jack asked the young girl as she was leaving the table to get some dessert.

"What?" Ann arched an eyebrow.

"Ah, Trickster Ann-kun," Rook said, suddenly appearing behind her, causing her to jump and hide behind Jack. "Rumor has it that you commanded an army of crows to save Monsieur Fuzzball the other day."

"I what?"

"Ruggie-senpai saw you two being attacked by crows, then another group saved you. When he walked by Ramshackle dorm, they chased him away. Said it was your turf."

"Crows are fickle creatures, even those most skilled at Animal Language have difficulty agreeing with them," Rook said, looking at her intensely. "What trick did you use to bewitch them?"

Ann frowned as she said flatly, "Contrary to what you all believe, kindness, gratitude and selflessness come a long way. Also, I don't have a gang of crows."

"You do. That's what they said, " both replied in unison.

Quickly realizing she wouldn’t change their minds, she gave up and went to her dorm. As she looked outside on the window of her room, a small sparkling glimpse caught her eye. On the stool of the window, there laid a small beautiful star-shaped crystal. She lifted it up, looked at the crows on the tree and smiled.

-

Crows are incredibly smart, they can remember people's faces and are capable of holding grudges. In fact, crows can tell other crows about people who hurt them. They also remember people being nice to them as well. I think there's a reason why crows are mean to the students in NRC lol

Some crows even bring gifts to the people who are nice to them. It ranges from rocks to even uhhh dead animals, anything that is small enough to fit in their beaks.

Thank you for reading!

[spectraspecs-writes]

Leviathan - Chapter 102

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 101. Chapter 103.

@averruncusho @ceruleanrainblues @chubbsmomma @strangepostmiracle thank you for reading, you get a tag. @skelelexiunderlord thank you for support, you get a tag.

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One hour earlier…

“Well, if we’re going to pick someone to save our skins, we’d better do it quick,” Carth says, “In another minute we’re going to have Sith troops marching up our loading ramp!”

I can see Rena quickly turning over all sorts of ideas in her head, but come on, how many of them are actually going to work? We’re totally screwed!

Unless…

I raise my hand. “Ooh! Ooh!” I’ve got an idea! Rena, I’ve got an idea! She looks at me. “I can break out of anything! Maybe I can goad the guards into making a mistake!”

She cocks an eyebrow. “What sort of mistake?”

Well, I don’t really know for sure yet. But I know I can do it! “If I get them mad enough, they might put me in a separate cell to punish me. With them focusing so much on you three I might be able to sneak out of my cell and come rescue the rest of you!”

Big Z doesn’t like my plan at all. I appreciate him worrying about me and all, but I can do this! “No, it’s too dangerous!” he says.

“It’s a risk we have to take, Big Z!” I say to him, “I can slice my way free from any security cell! Don’t worry, I can pull this off!”

Rena’s concerned, too, I can tell. I’ve gotten that look from a lot of people for a long time. But it was always because they saw me as a kid. Rena sees me as a friend. She’d give the same look to anybody, even Jolee. “Mission,” she says, “are you sure?”

I am absolutely positive. I mean, sure, the Sith are dangerous, but they’d be dangerous to anybody, not just me. They’re more likely to underestimate me than they are anybody else. “Yeah, Rena,” I say with a nod, “I want to do this.”

The ship shakes suddenly. “Hold on!” Carth says, “They're dragging us into the docking bridge!”

Rena steps over to me. “Get to the starboard quarters,” she says, “Make them come to you, fight on your own turf.”

Ooh, good idea! “Got it.”

“Fight dirty, curse, piss him off. Insult his mother, if you run out of ideas.”

“Absolutely.” Like a bar fight!

And she hugs me. I wonder… is this what it’s like to have a sister? “Good luck,” she says.

All right! This should be fun! And of course serious, I know that, but totally fun. As I start to move off to the starboard quarters and we all scatter, Rena stops me one last time. She touches my shoulder and smiles at me. “Go get ‘em,” she says. It’s nice to hear someone be proud of me, you know? To have confidence in me. I never had that from anybody before. Not even Griff or Big Z. I know Big Z believes in me, but he’s more the strong, silent type, you know? He’d never say it. And Rena hasn’t said it, either, but, I mean, she’s shown me. She cares about me. I knew I could do this, of course, but knowing that she believes in me makes it all better.

I pass Canderous on my way to the starboard quarters. He’s positioned himself by Davik’s swoop bike. “Good luck, kid,” he says as I pass him. Man, these guys, this crew, they really are my family. More than I’ve ever had before. Not that Griff neglected me or nothing. He taught me everything I know. He has his faults, sure, but I know he cares about me. Same with Big Z. We take care of each other. But it’s different with these guys. Rena, Canderous, Bastila, even Juhani and HK-47 in their own way. And they’re all counting me to rescue them. I won’t let down my family. I’m going to make these Sith wish they were never born!

I hear their armored boots clanking along the deck plating. I try not to be scared. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with Sith troopers - they used to come around the Lower City sometimes. Plus I think they designed the armor to make that sound. It’s a really loud, metallic clank. I’ve never heard that sound from any other boots. But I don’t hear any blaster fire. Good - nobody’s hurt. Not yet, anyway. Nobody's come to see me yet. I hear the order to search the ship. Come get a piece of this.

Right when the Sith trooper opens the door, I scream and jump on him. He doesn’t even have time to raise his gun. I curse at him in Twi’leki while trying to pull his helmet off. He tries to throw me off but my legs keep a tight grip around him. It’s like a rodeo! I manage to pull his helmet off, throw it aside, and bash his head with my fists. And for him that’s the last straw. “Get off me, you mad Twi’lek!” he shouts, “I need reinforcements in here! There’s a little girl who’s gone mad!”

“Who you calling little, you nerfherder?” One of his arms comes up to grab me and I bite him through his armor. Maybe I don’t break the skin or nothing, but I totally hurt him based on his screaming! Another trooper comes in and pulls me off from behind. Big mistake! He’s obviously never grabbed a Twi’lek before - he doesn’t know to avoid the lekku! I slap him in the head with them and step on his foot. I knew this would be fun!

But that’s when the other one grabs me by my lekku and cuffs my hands behind my back. Well, that didn’t last as long as I wanted it to. The second trooper looks real mad. So I spit at him. He’s even madder now! “You little punk,” he sneers as the first one grabs his helmet back.

“Look in a mirror, you kriffing pig!" He slaps me hard across my cheek. And that really hurts! But I can’t show it. Even though I think there’s a bruise forming. I’ve been in worse fights in Javvyar’s Cantina, and I’ve had worse than a slap across my face.

“Let’s see how Admiral Karath deals with you,” the first one says as he puts cuffs on my lekku.

They shove me out into the hallway, holding their rifles at me. “Wow, guess you’re real brave with those rifles, huh?” I jibe, “What, are you compensating for something?”

“Be quiet, girl!”

“Make me!”

I can’t tell whether it’s the first or the second one, but one of them raises his rifle like he’s going to shoot me in the head. But the other one stops him. “Stand down,” he says, “She isn’t worth the paperwork. Besides, Admiral Karath wanted to question all the prisoners. We can’t do that if she’s dead, can we?” I stick my tongue out at him and he groans. “Don’t!” the other one says. And the trooper lowers his rifle. Looks like part one of this plan is going perfectly!

They escort me out of the ship and I see everyone else being led out of the hangar. There’s a silver trooper talking to a red trooper. He looks like he’s in charge. “Bastila, Carth and the crew have been taken prisoner as you ordered, commander!” the silver one says. So the red one is definitely in charge.

“Ensign!” one of the troopers behind me calls, and another trooper comes over. “Keep an eye on this one. Do not let her out of your sight.” I hiss at him, and he leans back in shock. The two troopers start to walk over to the commander.

“Excellent,” the commander says, “Have you searched the ship thoroughly? Admiral Karath warned me to be on alert for any kind of treachery.”

That's when the two troopers I tormented come in. “We found a young Twi'lek in the back,” says one, “She's got quite the mouth on her! She swore at me and spit on my uniform!”

“She pulled my helmet off and bit me through my armor!” says the other, “And you should have heard what she said about my mother! Of course, it was in Twi’leki…”

“Admiral Karath needs to teach her the proper respect for the Sith!” the first insists.

“The Admiral doesn't have time to bother with some Twi'lek girl!” the commander sneers, “Take her away to solitary confinement. I'll leave it up to you to teach her the proper respect for the Sith!”

“Yes, sir,” they both say, almost simultaneously. What dorks. They come take me back from the ensign and escort me out of the hangar.

That’s part one complete! Made them angry enough to put me in a separate cell from the others. Now I just have to get out of whatever cell they put me in, find out where they’re keeping the others, and get everybody out! Only… there will probably be a lot of Sith I’ll have to fight when I get out. And, also, sure, I’m real good and breaking into and out of stuff, but when it comes to computers, I’m not that good. But I can do this. They’re counting on me.

[verai-marcel]

Rough Competition (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x Fem!Reader, 18+)

Summary: You’re a badass outlaw, riding alone in the heartlands, robbing and stealing from whomever you like. No one could interfere with your domain… except for a blue-eyed outlaw who’s been moving in on your turf. A few run-ins with him have left you feeling not only irritated that his outlaw skills match yours, but also hot-blooded as hell, craving his surrender under your touch. But the question is: will he give into you? Or will you succumb to him instead?

Author’s Notes: @theunholyoutlaw, you wanted some angry, fighting for dominance sex. Here ya go, darlin’.

Tags: low honor arthur, rough sex, doggy style, biting, scratching, cursing, name calling, neck holding, slapping, pinning down

AO3 Link is right here.

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“Son of a bitch.”

“Slag.”

“Whoreson.”

“Homunculus.”

“How DARE you!”

“How dare YOU.”

You reached out to slap Arthur Morgan in the face, but he easily grabbed your wrist and grinned down at you. 

So you quickly slapped him with your other hand.

“Ow!”

“What did you think would happen?”

He let go of your hand to rub his cheek. “Listen, let’s just split the stash and go our separate ways.”

“I found this place first, so why don’t you get lost?”

Arthur sighed. “Why are you bein’ so difficult?”

You shot back, “Why don’t you find your own place to rob?” You scratched your chin as you tilted your head to think. “Why do I keep running into you, anyway? You following me?”

“What, no!”

You grinned. “C’mon, you can admit you want to follow this fine piece of ass.”

He snorted. “Nothin’ fine about it.”

You sniffed. “Well, guess you better go find somewhere else to rob then.”

Arthur looked at you for a moment. Then he pushed you aside and barged into the house. 

Quickly regaining your feet, you leapt into the doorway after him.

***

For the next ten minutes, the two of you searched every nook and cranny of the two story, five room house, looking for hidden panels, loose floorboards, anything that could indicate a hidden stash of jewelry, gold, or cash.

When you found a sapphire bracelet and a ruby necklace hidden away at the bottom of a desk drawer in a guest bedroom, you held in your squeal of delight. Tucking the jewelry away in your bag, you turned to leave. 

Unfortunately, Arthur was right behind you.

Yelping, you took a step back, bumping into the desk.

“So, you find anythin’?”

“No,” you lied.

He smirked. “I don’t believe ya.” Taking a step forward, he trapped you against the desk, his body an inch from yours. You felt his body heat, felt his breath against your skin. 

“Maybe I should search you,” he rumbled. His hand went for your bag. You quickly shifted it away from him and punched him in the gut before sliding out around him as he clutched his stomach.

Scrambling for the door, you cursed his long reach as he grabbed you and threw you onto the bed. His hands went for your bag again, but he was at an awkward angle, so you took advantage and rolled him over with your body, straddling his lap.

Grinning, you tucked your bag behind you and grasped his jaw, your fingers digging into the side of his neck. Arthur held his hands away from you; he knew it would hurt if you applied any further pressure. As it was, you would leave a bruise.

Sitting on him, you noticed something hard against your ass. You shifted how you were sitting, and Arthur groaned. You raised an eyebrow. Then you decided to grind your hips against him, to experiment.

He groaned more.

“Oh? Am I hurting you, poor baby?” you teased.

“This is nothin’,” he gritted out as you rolled your hips harder against his growing hardness.

“You sure? Better let me check it.” Sliding down his body, you straddled his legs, keeping him from moving any further as you undid his belt.

“Yer crazy,” he muttered, but he did not stop your movements.

“It’s your fault, you know,” you said casually as you undid the buttons on his fly. “You’re making me feel this way.”

“How’s that?”

“These arms,” you said as you let go of his pants and gripped his biceps, feeling his muscles flex unconsciously beneath your palms. 

“These legs,” you continued, reaching down to grab his thighs. His eyes never left yours as they darkened with lust.

“And this,” you finished, cupping his shaft in your hand. You pulled at his waistband, and he lifted his hips slightly to allow you to slide his pants down just far enough to release his member to your view. It was thick, long, mouth-watering. 

You wrapped your fingers around his length and stroked gently, watching with glee as the big bad outlaw let out a shuddering breath and looked at you helplessly. 

“Don’t… have… much time,” Arthur managed to say as you ran your hand up and down his shaft, your thumb caressing the head.

“I know,” you said, and you got up from him. “Guess I’ll let you take care of yourself.”

You got about two steps away before he pulled you back onto the bed, pinning your arms down.

“You ain’t leavin’ me like this,” he snarled. His hands went straight for your pants, and he made quick work of the fly, unbuttoning so fast that you weren’t sure if you had buttoned them to begin with. Pulling your pants down to your knees, he lifted your legs up together, trapped now as they were, and rested them against his shoulder.

Leaning over you, he caressed your exposed thighs. “No drawers, huh? That ain’t lady-like.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m more lady than you can handle.”

Arthur just hummed as his fingers made their way to your core. Brushing against your sensitive bud, he chuckled when your hips bucked towards him.

“I could let you take care of yourself,” he teased.

“Don’t you dare,” you snapped.

His grin was sly as he leaned forward some more, pressing his chest against your legs, folding you over. You felt the tip of him nudging your opening.

“You sure you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck me, you moron.”

He didn’t wait. Surging forward, he slammed into you, his cock filling you up in all the right ways. You gritted your teeth and held down a scream, but when he pulled out and thrust into you again, you let out a moan.

“Feelin’ good, sweetheart?”

“Ain’t nothing sweet about me.”

“Bullshit.” Arthur pulled your pants the rest of the way off. Spreading your legs, he settled down on top of you and covered you with his body. He kissed you then, and you fought back with your tongue, the two of you warring for oral dominance, even as he was fucking you so hard into the mattress that it squeaked. Your arms wrapped around him and you scratched his back as he took you, dominated you with his body. You craved more.

“Harder,” you gasped, grabbing his biceps, digging your nails into him.

He grabbed your neck. “You want it harder?”

You reached up and slapped his face. “You deaf?”

He laughed and squeezed your neck just a little bit before letting you go. “I’ll give ya harder, darlin’.”

Arthur grunted as he pulled out of you and flipped you over, your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He pushed back into you from behind, wrapping one arm underneath yours, across your chest, to grip your shoulder. His other hand grabbed your neck and pulled you upwards, making your back arch. His hips started pounding you harder than before.

“You love takin’ it like this, don’tcha?”

“Oh fuck, yes,” you hissed out as he bit your shoulder. He pushed up your shirt so he could palm your breasts, his hands filled with your flesh. Letting out a sound of desire, he fondled you, tweaking your nipples between his fingers, humming softly in approval as you moaned with each pinch.

Then you felt him reaching down, stroking your core, and you cried out helplessly. He was touching you better than you did yourself, the pressure was just right, the speed was perfect. Your hands clutched at the mattress, your knuckles white as he drove you higher and higher until he flung you over the peak. Pure, undiluted pleasure ran through your body, and you screamed, cursing, crying out his name.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Arthur moaned as he pulled out of you and rubbed his cock between your asscheeks. He held onto your hips and humped you mindlessly, chasing his pleasure while you caught your breath.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he shot his spend onto the small of your back. You felt it hot and dripping on your skin. You giggled, swaying your hips playfully.

“What a sight,” he murmured, looking down at your prone body, lying down on the mattress, covered in his spend. You felt him wipe you down with a corner of the bed sheet. 

“Should’ve done that a long time ago,” you joked.

“Yeah,” he agreed, still slightly out of breath. He gently stroked your hair, so tenderly that you went still as death; you weren’t prepared for his soft touch, and it scared you more than facing a gun.

“We gotta go,” he said, stepping back and putting himself away while you pulled up your pants and tucked in your shirt.

You nodded and grabbed your bag. “Let’s go.”

***

The two of you raced back downstairs. The sun began to peak over the horizon as you ran outside to your horses. The two of you were mounting up just as you heard the sounds of a carriage making its way down the road.

You looked back at Arthur. Guiding your horse back to stand parallel with his, you grabbed his collar and dragged him closer to you.

“Be seein’ you, cowboy,” you said. 

And then you kissed him, taking his breath away as you wound your hand through his hair and trailed a hand down his chest.

When you finally let him go, you gave him your most sultry smile and rode away, not looking back.

***

An hour later, you figured it was safe to pull out the jewelry you had snuck from Arthur’s satchel. Admiring them in the sunlight, you put them together with the necklace and bracelet. Now you had a full set. Smiling to yourself, you set off for your trusted fence, who would pay handsomely for the whole lot.

***

Halfway back to camp, Arthur checked his bag. Then he checked it again, and realized that the pearl earrings and emerald brooch he had grabbed were missing. He shook his head and laughed out loud, realizing the exact moment he got pickpocketed.

What a woman. Now I want her more than ever.

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End Notes: Whew! That was… intense to write. Hope you enjoyed it, @theunholyoutlaw!

[wizardessheart-sideb]

[Image ID: A chapter image done in the style of Wizardess Heart. A large, off-white imagine with a guy on it. He’s wearing a dark gray uniform. There’s a lavender bar over him that reads “Tsukasa Kuze.” The rest of the text reads “Main Story” and “Chapter 7: The Love Holiday” /End ID]

Chapter summary: The Love Holiday comes out of nowhere and Tsukasa’s sick from class. I hope he’s feeling okay...

I sat in our homeroom, waiting for Tsukasa to get to class. The atmosphere in class was strange. Lots of people were writing Magic Notes to friends and loved ones, I assumed, and a few were on their phones, talking to their significant others. It felt extra lonely without him to talk to. Maybe it was just that weird sort of melancholy that happens when the Love Holiday comes around or maybe I’ve gotten so used to being with Tsukasa, but there was an ache inside of me. I just wanted to see him. Especially considering how he wasn’t feeling well yesterday.

The events from yesterday flooded my mind and again, my cheeks flushed a bit. The door to the classroom opened and I stood up a bit straighter. It was just Fandamilia, a small sack over her shoulders.

“Hi everyone! Happy Love Holiday!” she called out cheerfully. Only Clive, Viggo, and I responded to her.

“What’s in the bag, Millie?” Viggo asked, lazily pointing to it.

“I made special cards for everyone in the Night Class! I spent all day working on them!”

She started handing them out to everyone. A few people murmured thanks, but most just quietly accepted them. She got to us and her grin widened even more. I could see the dark circles under her eyes. “I made you guys special ones since you’re my best friends!” Fandamilia handed us three cards much larger than the other ones. Mine was coated in glitter and in surprisingly clean, elegant writing, the words “Thank you for being a great friend!” adorned the front.

“This is so sweet. Thank you,” I told her.

“You’re welcome! It’s the least I can do for you guys!” she replied.

“You’re so sentimental,” Viggo said with an eye roll. But even I could see the ghost of a smile on his face. And how he carefully tucked the card into his notebook.

“Thank you, Fandamilia,” Clive said, holding his own card. She beamed as she took her usual spot. I glanced over at his. A surprisingly well-done inky sketch adorned the front of it.

“Did you draw that?” I asked her.

“No, I commissioned a friend to draw it. I personalized everyone’s cards!” she explained. She pulled a few out of her sack. “I made some make up doodles on Isabelle’s, a Magic Board Game for Matthew, some demonology stuff for Aika and Dorian’s cards, that sort of thing.”

“Demonology?” Clive cocked an eyebrow at her and Viggo melodramatically slumped his shoulders.

“They’re super into demons. I thought everyone knew that,” Fandamilia frowned. “Do you think that’s too weird to put on a Love Holiday card?”

“Yes,” Viggo responded bluntly.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” I reassured her. “Uh, off topic, but when were heading over here, did you see Tsukasa at all?”

“No, I didn’t. I’m kind of surprised he’s not here yet. He’s always on time,” she answered and my stomach dropped.

“Oh, okay. Thanks anyway.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon!” she tried to reassure me. But the bell rang and the only person to come into our class was Prefect Nox. For some reason, I couldn’t get the sinking feeling out of my stomach. Why wasn’t Tsukasa in class today? Was he feeling even worse? Was he okay?

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“Hey, come over here for a moment,” Rex called to me, motioning for me to come to the podium. The final bell had just rung and students were even faster to leave class than normal. I quickly got my stuff together and went over to Prefect Rex. “Is Tsukasa feeling all right?” he asked.

“I don’t know. He wasn’t feeling good yesterday and I wasn’t able to check on him during lunch today,” I replied.

“That’s too bad,” Rex lamented. “Could you go take his make-up work to him?”

“Of course.”

“Great. Thank you.” He handed over some paperwork and I slipped it into my backpack. We said goodbye and I started a beeline for the dorms. For some reason, the walk seemed so much longer, even though I was hurrying. Maybe I was just worrying too much. Maybe it was stress. I just wanna see if Tsukasa’s okay.

As soon as I got in the dorm building, I saw Dorian, Aika, and Isabelle in the foyer. Aika looked like a corpse and Isabelle, although not as drastic, looked downright ghoulish.

“I didn’t know today was Halloween,” I commented. Aika just laughed.

“There you are! What’re your plans for today?” she asked me.

“My plans? I’m just going to go check on Tsukasa and then study, I guess. Why?”

“Well, every year on the Love Holiday, Rex and Nox ask me to pretend to be a ghost to scare Day Class students away from our turf. Apparently, fooling around in graveyards is very popular,” she explained, crinkling her nose in disgust at the last bit.

“We were thinking this would be an all-hands-on-deck operation,” Dorian elaborated. “But if you’re going to be spending tonight with Tsukasa, you don’t have to help.”

“I… Uh, I don’t know how to unpack this.” I didn’t even know where to start. People trying to go to pound town in a GRAVEYARD?! Dressing up as ghosts to scare them away?!

“The graveyard stuff or us pretending to be ghosts?” Isabelle was visibly fighting back laughter. “It’s really only Aika that pretends to do it since her magic is harder for people to detect and she can pull out all the stops. We’ll step in if needed.”

“No, I don’t want them to hang out with us if they’re planning on seeing Tsukasa. You two have fun, all right,” Aika smiled. I was left spluttering as she winked and moved passed me. Dorian smirked and Isabelle just gave me a little wave and told me she’d see me later. They’re an interesting bunch. I guess I should make more of an effort to spend time with them.

Taking my chance, I hurried into the elevator and up to Tsukasa’s floor. I finally got to Tsukasa’s dorm room and immediately knocked on the door.

“Tsukasa, it’s me. Can I come in?” I asked.

“Of course!” He sounded more chipper than yesterday. Maybe he just stayed home today as a precaution? Or he was just skipping? The locked clicked as the door swung open. Tsukasa was propped up in bed, still in his pajamas. He looked paler than he did yesterday.

“Are you okay?!” I dropped my things and shut the door, hurrying over to him.

“I’m just feeling a bit under the weather, is all,” he told me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. How are you feeling right now?”

“I’m fine…” The stern look on my face made the fake smile slip from his face. Tsukasa sighed. “Okay, I’m feeling pretty bad.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just feeling dizzy and weak. And I have a bit of a headache today.” Poor thing.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“It’s fine. I took some pain medication and hopefully that kicks in soon.”

“I hope it does too. I can go, if you’d like to get some rest,” I offered. I didn’t want to go, but if it helped him rest up and get better, I’d do it. It was probably the only thing I could do for him right now.

“No, I like you being here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you from resting up.”

“No, I’d rather have you here. You always make me feel better,” he admitted sheepishly, a slight grin on his lips. Cute my heart melting into a puddle. A large, goofy smile tried to worm its way onto my face, but I did my best not to smile too goofy.

“I’m happy to hear that,” I replied. There was a beat and Rex randomly popped into my mind. Right! The make-up work. “By the way, I brought your make-up work for you. Where do you want it?”

“On my desk is fine, thank you,” he said.

I started going through my bag, placing my things on the floor to get to his packet. I really needed to stop shoving my things into my bag willy-nilly. But I guess that was a project for later. I felt Tsukasa’s eyes on me as I piled more and more things on the ground until I hit pay dirt.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the pile of things I’d pulled out.

“The card? It’s from Fandamilia. She gave everyone cards today. You can read it if you want.” I didn’t wait for an answer, handing it over to him as I got up. His lavender eyes quickly glanced over it. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you anything for today. It totally slipped my mind the Love Holiday was even coming up. I’ve been so preoccupied on studying.”

“No, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I guess I was just surprised you got one too. For a moment I thought she had a crush on me,” her laughed. Something inside me twinged. “She had Viggo deliver mine to me.”

“Yeah, Clive, Viggo, and I helped her pass them out during lunch, which is why I didn’t come. She made one for everyone in the Night Class,” I told him.

“She’s a kind girl.” Again, deep inside me, I felt a twinge of irritation.  “But…” His voice trailed off.

“Hm? What is it?” I inquired. He just shook his head.

“No, it’s nothing.”

“I won’t make you tell me, but I’d like to hear it.” We made a promise to be more open with each other. Maybe he just needed a little push. I placed his work on his desk and when I turned around to face him, his face was bright red.

“I… I was just worried someone else had given you a Love Holiday card,” he stammered, falling over his words.

“Oh, it’s no big deal! Some people give those cards to their friends and stuff, but it’s really fifty-fifty, so you don’t have to worry about me feeling owed something from you, or something,” I explained. This must be his first Love Holiday. Part of me felt bad if he was worried about giving me anything. Tsukasa’s eyes glanced to his blankets, face even redder than it had been a moment ago.

“It’s not that… I was just worried that it was a romantic card,” he mumbled.

“‘Romantic?’ Why would you worry… Oh!” The butterflies in my stomach started fluttering around in a frenzy and my heart started pounding in my chest. I could feel my face burning from the inside out.

“I-I-I uh… You don’t have to worry about anyone else,” I stammered. His face lit up.

“I don’t? Do you like me too?”

“I do.” Electric excitement was flowing through my veins and I was surprised that I even managed to speak.

“You do? … Oh, I’m so relieved.” He relaxed and I couldn’t help but giggle at his exaggerated movements.

“I was so worried you only saw me as a friend,” he admitted. I shook my head and reached out to grab his hand.

“I like you a lot, Tsukasa. I want to be your partner.”

“And I want to be your boyfriend.”

Even with all the jittery excitement and happiness flooding my body, there was just a smidgen of embarrassment. Tsukasa gave me that warm smile I’d come to love. He reached his hand out and I took it. Wordlessly, he moved over so I could lay beside him. We snuggled up together, his arm around my shoulder and my arm across his chest. We laid there, just basking in each other. Although my racing heart started to slow down, the giddiness inside me kept going and going.

This was a new chapter for us, and I was beyond excited to start it with him by my side as my boyfriend.

[inspector-montoya-fox]

is the Sly Cooper series misogynistic?

is it though?? throughout the series, we only have six major female characters (seven if we count Jing King): Carmelita, Mz Ruby, Neyla, the Contessa, Penelope and Henriette. that’s it, we’re not given anything else to work with. maybe i’m being a bit harsh by asking if it’s ‘misogynistic’ but you know what i’m getting at. there’s not enough female representation, that’s for sure. but from the few female characters we get, are we satisfied?

let’s talk about Carmelita. she’s a fucking powerhouse who also accepts help when needed. she’s not a flawless female, but she’s not a mean old witch either. she’s a well-written female character unfortunately stuck in a Romeo and Juliet type of plot. but it works. her constant interference in the story is at times the only female thing about the series, and we all love her (if you don’t love her unfollow me and block me). i’ve mentioned before that Sly and Carmelita are one of the few straight couples that don’t seem cheesy, forced, etc. we’re actually rooting for them to get together because, (a) Sly isn’t the stereotypical dude even though his flirty lines are extremely that dude-ish, and (b) he wants what’s best for Carmelita, and doesn’t undercut her as a female. he wants her because she’s a strong woman, because of the adrenaline rush she gives him when she chases after him. he doesn’t want her because she’s beautiful, hot, a woman; he wants her for what she is and for what she stands for, for what successful career she has and for what she means to him.

and then i thought about how Sly’s relationship with Carmelita might seem misogynist in that she becomes his subordinate... here’s the thing: we never actually see them together as a couple. Sly 3 ends there and the rest is left up to our imagination. Sly is kind of a jackass for letting her believe he has amnesia, but ignorance is bliss...? either way, in order for Carmelita to become his subordinate, she would have to be his superior in the first place, and i don’t think that’s the case. i think they are equals, on opposite sides of the law. they are both honourable and morally good, but they are fighting for different causes (when not uniting for the greater good) and have different aims and purposes. as the story progresses throughout all three games, Carmelita becomes more and more of an independent woman and character, escaping the confines of ‘romantic interest’. in Sly 1 she starts off as that annoying cop which Sly blatantly gets rid of in very questionable ways (sending her flying on a huge balloon, demolishing the huge dragon she’s standing on), but by the end of the trilogy she’s the one who smashes Clockwerk’s hate chip and she’s the one who comes to Sly’s rescue when trapped by Dr M. even if they get together, she’s still his equal. she doesn’t change for Sly, she’s still the feisty. hot-headed cop-lady, but she also has every right to fall for her target. she’s not undermined in any way.

let’s move on to a wider scope. i know that ‘women in professions’ is so 80s conservative US, but it shouldn’t be overlooked that almost all the women in the series are absolute pros at what they do. Carmelita is a top Interpol inspector, Neyla gets promoted to captain whilst being a criminal mastermind, the Contessa is a respected prison warden and “psychiatrist”, Penelope is a tech genius, and Henriette is a master thief (Mz Ruby... she’s doing her own thing). but at the same time, they’re not polished idolatry characters. when not chasing after the raccoon, Carmelita likes to read, listen to music and visit art galleries: things that ground and humanise her. Penelope is also presented in such a light, by having her be as much a nerd as Bentley, uploading a fake avi online, etc. having the two heroines interact with other characters also helps them break out of the ‘romantic interest’ mould. i’m thinking of the Penelope x Murray x Panda King dynamic, or when Carmelita abducts Murray. on the other side, we have female villains that outsmart everyone. the Contessa pretends to work for Interpol, when in reality she’s a member of the Klaww Gang, whereas Neyla manages to scam the Cooper Gang, Interpol and the Klaww Gang.

Sly 3 really set out to change some things. two new female characters were introduced (both bearing story arcs that had to do with sexuality), whilst Carmelita became a playable character. let’s analyse: first off, Carmelita as a playable character. although her gameplay was scarce, SP managed to leave an impression by making her a total force to be reckoned with. the shock pistol would burn the guards to a crisp with just a few hits, and the super jump was everything Sly never was, never could be. the missions were also memorable and very fun (the Muggshot bossfight, Turf War! and A Battery of Peril). and then we were introduced to Penelope, the first female gang member. sure, she added necessary diversity to the Cooper gang, but the focal point here is her storyline. dressing up as a male because no one would take her seriously otherwise? hmm... seems as if SP did some self-reflecting when writing the plot for Sly 3. dawning the persona of the Black Baron not only made her a tragic character, but it also helped push the game’s thematic depth (?) even further. lastly, Jing King might not have been a major character (we never even saw her face ffs), but her story arc was extremely impactful. subtle reminder: forced marriage. making her faceless might have made her seem like less of a victim and made Tsao seem like more of a monster, but the forced marriage was still there. then there’s also the innuendo of him being a huge cock, so... anyway, the Cooper gang rescuing Jing King and preventing the wedding, but also Carmelita being the one who puts an end to Tsao’s misogynistic she’s a woman! she doesn’t know up from down bullshit, is all SP needed to do. verdict: Sly 3 added the female diversity and empowerment the series was in desperate need of.

i don’t think the series is misogynistic btw. i just think it lacks diversity. i think it has well-written female characters and what really saves it from coming off as misogynistic is the variety. there’s a variety of women here, each one standing for something different. i mean... what else do y’all want?