#watchin this show for the first time i was like ‘oh i hate him’ and now im like ‘OH I LOVE HIM❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️’

[themushroomprince03]

I’m losing my mind over him

He’s stupid I need him to explode (ref for second pic below the cut ig)

[romanticoms]

EAT MY HEART OUT WHEN NO ONE'S WATCHIN'!

turbo!okarun x ayase!reader, 2.3k. MDNI

song rec; house of cards, bts

explicitly implied that both reader and okarun are well over 18, supposed exorcism? no intro though, ropes used, uncomfortable positioning, okarun is his usual bleak self just much less, afab reader, not proofread.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, shit makes me sad." Okarun whispers behind you, his voice is groggy and intimate, it makes you wonder if this would ever die down after the first round of attempt. 

"What gives you the idea that I'm not?" You're so cocky and adamant it pisses even yourself off. 

"If you really needed my assistance, I woulda expected a thank you at least, y'know?" you start.

"I know, and I'm sorry, really, I am," He sounds so pent up you're sorry for him again. "It's just, I can't stop, 's like I don't even realize it."

"I've got an idea, it might not work, but it's well worth a try," You flip the switch on, the light is dim but it gives you a clear image on what you're working with now.

Somehow Okarun looks much worse, like he's been put through and denied for centuries, maybe.

"Granny mentioned something about warding off spirits with ropes internally,"

"This fucking sucks," He growls out of desperation. "Just gimme a sec, I'm sure it's somewhere in here." You grab at a thick wad of the rope that was scattered around the room, a few yards of red might do the trick.

"What are you even planning on doing? Looks dumb," He sounds dumbfounded as you bring him to his knees, cuffing both wrists, you decide to let him stay free to an extent by letting his hands rest in the front, you tie a knot secure enough it might just cut his blood circulation off.

"This looks.. awfully familiar," He stares from the sidelines of his view. "Too bad you're gonna have to put up with it," You wrap the rope around his neck, tight enough he's got room to breathe and bark around more.

"That should do the trick," You ponder at the years of helping Okarun maintain his composure, it's a stretch to say that he hasn't thanked you enough, but now seems like the best time to get a rise out of him, it's no risk either, when it's someone like Okarun, you've known him since he's donned what could be titled the worst haircut since the dawn of time.

"Y'know, Okarun, don't you ever feel an ounce of pity for me?" You start, it's obviously a joke but it overwhelms him, all those years of having been saved by you, vice versa.

"Of course I have, I mean, it might sound a lil' stupid but I've always wanted to show you how appreciative I am, sounds cheesy so I figured you'd hate it anyways." There's always a catch to his words, stringing depressingly, but it fits his character.

"Oh, not at all, Okarun, if I were you, I would've done something a whole lot long ago." You murmur and smile down at him, he looks so pretty on his knees you're praying this happens biweekly, any more and you'd end up paralyzed accordingly. 

"And what might you be talkin' about?" His cocky attitude flares up for each and every second you keep him waiting at the edge. 

"You know, all those times you've at least thought about me," You pine on, dragging him closer to the corner of the bed by the rope.

He crawls, he follows obediently and he doesn't ever seem to take his eyes off of you. 

 "I know how badly you need it," Now you're facing him, he still stares up into your eyes in desperation, you watch as his eyes darken to a deep shade of scarlet as he shys away. 

"Don't even think about it, sweetheart, He leans into your space. "Not like this, ain't ideal, ain't a good way to leave a nice impression," 

"Then what is? You know you've been leading me on for years on end," Cuffing his face, you trace along his sternum. 

"Such a pain in the ass," He croons into your neck, resting at your chest, "Lemme feel you," He brings both hands to unbutton your jeans, despite being restrained, he does it with ease. 

"Show me what I'm workin' with, will ya?" He eases right in between your thighs, like he fits right there. 

You question it for a second before he glides a finger through your wet heat without skipping a beat, "That's more like it," his brash manner isn't a deal breaker anymore, if anything, it adds on to the situation. 

"That's what being good gets you, but you haven't exactly been good, haven't you?" At this rate he doesn't want to continue playing dumb just to get into your pants, he breaks past the barrier, Okarun tosses the remnants of the rope to the floor, the part that's still wrapped around his neck remains intact, by control of your hands, your wish.

"Mind games until you made me resort to this, y'know I ain't that typa guy," He adds on. "One to have things my way, but you, you're a completely different case." 

"Always wanted to know what that sweet cunt feels like, too much f'me to handle, figured I'll make things easier for you."

"The rope too, how flattering," He grabs one end of the rope, traces it from your shoulder blades down to the flesh of your cunt. 

His fingers are squeamishly long and slender, watching it feel the mound while he continues to tease you. "Fuck," You whisper, your breath is hot, dense as the air as you watch Okarun continue to glide the rope around either sides of your thighs. 

"Hurry up, can't wait any longer," You whine. 

"What gives you the idea that I'm being patient? If we both had things our way, we'd be at the end of the bed right now, you'd be crying for more," He sketches a wide picture and you're eager to paint it complete for him. 

"You're mean," Your hands grasp for the bedsheets. "I can get worse," he binds your thighs complete, now you're unable to move your arms, your legs are free to roam but he's certain you'd never run away, he grants you the right to speak, wants to hear you scream his name, he says. 

"That good for you? Needed me to keep you bound from giving me what I want." His fingers ghost over your pussy, his fingers slip upwards from your sweet spot, then downwards, you groan over the way he mocks you. 

Just as you least expect it, he brings his fingers to your mouth, coats his fingers wet with your spit before sliding a finger through your slit. 

"So fucking wet," He murmurs, curling the digits where you feel it best. "all of this f'me? Too kind," He digresses, he could never do anything like this, but now it's different, he's been keeping you in check for too long. 

You mewl and toss around just as he brings his free hand to hold you down, he jostles you back in place, resting your thighs around his shoulders. "That's too much, please, Okarun, 's too much," you squeal, feeling yourself go numb for a little over a minute, your very core being played with past your orgasm. 

"Messy, too bad." Okarun hums, he's pleased with the girl he's always wanted to see. To become. If he can evolve into a tale of corruption then sure can you. 

"Okarun— Ken, Ken, 'm gonna cum again," you wail and it slips past your mind voice. Within a split second, he pulls back, the fucking audacity. 

Ken.

Lot's of new firsts tonight, this one defied all odds in his mind. 

It's a lingering thought but you wonder if this is even his first time, you dared not to question it at the start out of what could've been labelled as fear. 

"Say that again," 

"Ken," 

"Fuck." 

He lines his swollen tip over your nub, teasing you where it hurts the most before bottoming out inside you. 

You angle your head to face him, watching as he attempts to ease his cock into you. It's big, there's no way it would fit. He notices as you slowly push away. 

"Hey, no sweat, just the tip, how's that for ya?" He soothes, you hum keenly in response. 

"That feel good?" He whispers. 

"Uh huh, feels too good," You nod and babble, eyes shut, head tilted back, the whole nine yards. 

"I got another thing I wanna try," He interrupts, pulling the tip of his cock to feel your mound, he pushes it slightly down and you watch as it shifts in size for each thrust Okarun gives. 

You feel Okarun as he picks up his pace, followed by you garnering what little energy you've got left to spare. 

"Fuck, can't—" He pulls out in a flash, his eyes are half lidded as he watches his cum sputter onto your lower abdomen.

Now he's slightly embarrassed and his movements are ever-so-slightly rigid, a wave of regret and satisfaction washes over him.

"Again, I'm sorry for that, but I gave you a forewarning," He settles by you in bed.

"Anytime," You retort languidly, undoing the rope around Okarun's wrists. 

"Plus, I still owe you one," It's odd, but as friends, you two are bound to retain an even tally of orgasms. 

"Don't put it like that, dude," He groans.

"You're right though, maybe not now." He murmurs, burying his face by your neck, he hums before drifting off. 

[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay let’s began girlies 👹

Billy’s muse writing “Lacy” about Daisy. You mentioned she writes songs once. You also mentioned (during Chicago show) she felt some jealousy towards Billy and Daisy but imagine if throughout Daisy being in the band she feels jealous of her. She feels jealous of the way Billy and Daisy act around each other (cause I could imagine the tension between them still being around)

But to Lacy being about Daisy. It’s clear muse has a lot of reverence for Daisy.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?”

I think the idea of someone being sweet but being jealous of them is big here. Daisy is sweet to her, she’s so nice and caring yet she can’t help but feel like shit when Daisy is around Billy.

~~~~~

“Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well?”

1. I mean…daisies….Daisy

2. I think Muse tells Daisy a lot but I doubt she’d tell her if she was jealous of her, that she hates when she’s around Billy

~~~~~

“I linger all the time

Watchin', hidden in plain sight”

I feel like this is especially for when they do shows. Muse always there but (especially during shows) she’s invisible.

~~~~~

“Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin”

Feeling jealous over someone who is genuinely nice to her, that has showed no interest in Billy probably does make Muse feel like she’s loosing it. like she’s crazy. And Daisy is smart, she’s talented, she’s beautiful.

Plus Daisy is NICE the fact that she’s nice to Muse. She compliments her, tells her she deserves better. And it hurts, it hurts that this girl she’s jealous over is so nice

~~~~~~~

“Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?”

I think that Billy may be an asshole but he does admit that Daisy is talented, he probably talks

to Muse about it and Billy never genuinely compliments her so of course it’s gonna feel like shit

~~~~~~

“My stomach's all in knots

You got the one thing that I want”

I think it’s like the feeling of being jealous, it feels like knots in your stomach yk?

And Daisy has Billy’s attention in a way Muse doesn’t. Daisy can push back on Billy and nothing happens. Daisy can do as she likes and Billy has to go with it. Daisy isn’t scared of loosing Billy. Muse wants all of that.

~~~~~~

“Ooh, I try, I try, I try

Try to rationalize

People are people

But it's like you're made of angel dust”

The idea that Muse has this reverence for Daisy. Like sure “Daisy is just another person” but she isn’t! She’s special. She’s beautiful, talented, she’s smart, she commands respect. (Plus the way Billy looks at her on stage)

~~~~~

I feel like muse holds a lot of jealousy for Daisy. Not only stemming from the fact that Daisy can speak out for herself, can do what she wants, but also because of the way Billy acts around her.

-🌾anon

BEEN SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT THIS, LET'S DIVE IN

billy is unfaithful, we been knew this, and him and daisy are like twin flames that could destroy each other with passion. and muse can feel the tension, feel that billy wouldn't be above getting emotionally hooked onto daisy. and she just wonders, why not her? since she was 19 she's devoted her life to this, to being there for billy, she doesn't have a career, hell he doesn't even want to label what they are, but she's stuck around because she's young and naive and attached to the first older guy who showed her attention. but why the hell does daisy get the attention she wants? the passionate billy? the tension? it eats muse up inside.

and daisy defends her from billy, tries to get her to leave, to find herself, it's somewhat nice. to be seen as person rather than an object of affection, and daisy is the sweetest thing in this side of hell. the endless cycle of love and hate, adoration and degradation, billy and eddie.

billy and daisy even have chemistry singing in the studio and just imagining muse getting more visibily upset after watching them sing together and daisy asks her what up because she cares and muse quickly shakes it off because of she lets daisy know, or billy, then the threat is real, the fear really exists.

and this especially increases during shows. muse watching how close they get, the unmistakable feeling of pure chemistry between them, and muse is muse so her reactions constantly change but at her core it just shakes her all the way through every time. sometimes she flirts with eddie after a show to make billy pay attention to her, to feel his passion focused on her, other times she's so happy the moment they get off stage, wanting to help him out anyway she can, please him. desperate for him to look at her like he was looking at daisy. sometimes she's mopey and lashes out at daisy. muse is just a mess.

daisy is totally telling muse all the great things about herself as proof that she should leave billy and all muse can think is about how those traits compare to daisy, someone billy could easily become addicted too.

"you're so talented." 'you're more talented'

"you're stunning." 'not as much as you are, not as gorgeous.'

"youe heart is so sweet." 'not like yours, or the rage for you wouldn't be hidden in there. '

OKAY AND when billy starts writing songs with daisy and he stops consistently telling muse he's written a song for her. like of course quite a few are and daisy has just worked on them too, but it starts to feel to muse like he's writing about daisy and she's writing about him. so listening to him ramble on about how amazing, talented, the great song him and daisy worked on, muse starts to feel dejected, like billy's found a new prize toy, a new favorite puppy. and sometimes she just tries to blow him just to get him to starts complimenting her head instead.

and muse totally starts acting like a clingy, lost puppy when there's days in the studio where billy's infatuation with daisy is too visible for her to ignore it. and it usually annoys billy more but then when daisy picks up that there's definitely something going on with muse and that she needs more of something. and she's so sympathetic it makes muse more sick.

muse wants to be daisy so that billy will pay attention, so that she can feel confident in what she says and does, so that when she leaves she won't come back, so that she won't need billy or eddie . but she's not daisy and it's ruining her.

[captain-n-crunchies]

Omg... He fell!

Todo Aoi x Black Reader!

This my first story y'all so be nice! well critic but keep it cute!

' Omg...this nigga dumb as hell' I thought, seeing Yuji and Todo arm wrestlin but with..pinkies? Like I understand they both got loose screws in they head because of..I truly don't know but, they don't get it all up there! I was watching til my friend Liyah taps me and snickers " Girl you finna burn a hole in they head!" she giggled, and I just roll my eyes adjusting myself in my seat to look at her. " Hey na!, not too much I'm only watchin" I responded still somewhat looking at them but not Yuji; I mean he's cute and all buttt, I LOVE ME SOME TODO! I mean his muscles, and his smile that little smirk just gets me goin!, and lets not talk about his confidence! Usually, cocky guys just give off red flags but him, he's confident in himself! He don't need to prove himself to nobody because he knows he's the shit he like drake but not drake ( Fucking hate drake).

Me and Liyah continue talking about random shit like baddies and if Coi Leray a real rapper when Yuji and Todo waltzes, they big asses up to us.

" Hye ladies- I mean young pretties!" Yuji starts, to be honest he walked up like Chris Brown did that girl in the Fine China music video all smooth and stuff, me and Liyah side-eye him and we say our little " Hii!"s Yuji starts talking about how it's a new cafe opening up downtown and he and Todo wanted to invite us! I turned to Todo to speak to him but, he avoids my eyes! Like I'm Ms. Netta in the face and I'm like ' Don't make me cry rn why tf you are looking at me like my lace liftin!?' (But you don't have a- chile..) I looked and Todo, his tan a little darker around the cheeks and I ask what wrong.

" N-nothing! Just a little hot today! Afterall, I just whopped Yuji's ass in battle so i am a little sweaty" Yuji then cuts his eyes to Todo and gives him a stank face.

" Todo..I flipped you 12 time-"

" That don't matter brother" Todo cuts him off with a smirk.

Me and Liyah laughed at that and agreed, Yuji told us be ready by 5pm and we say our goodbyes and I headed to my dorm. I opened the door and let out the biggest giggle of my life! I'm going on a date with my man that's not my man, but ya know..we basically dating! I opened my closet to pick an outfit, not thotty but shows some skin, not too modest thought because it too hot to be a nun, and not too casual because we never gave basic; I just picked some blue and white dunks, light blue flare jeans, and a cute top and I touch up my hair and face ( Face card neva declined) and I called Liyah while doing my hair to see is she ready.

" Hey boo! You ready or almost ready?"

" Heyyyyy! About that.. I cant go"

... and I remember thinking.. I'm about to beat this bitch up.

" What you mean ' YoU CaN't Go' I mock, getting anxious and a bit pissed off.

" I'm Sorry! My job said for an extra $50 I can come in really quick for today! But don't worry Yuji told me Todo is still going an-"

" Wait YUJI NOT COMING!?" I almost yelled, I mean if the world wanna crash down on me it can! But GOD WHYYYY??

Liyah explained Yuji had a mission a bit far and he went but, Todo was going because it close to his gym. I just roll my eyes at the phone and just says ok and hangs ups, I finish up my hair and face and I grab my purse and keys when I open my door and Todo is mid pause of knocking on my door.

" Oh! Hi, why are yo-"

" Hello lovely reader!"

" Hi Todo, are you here to pic-"

" Ive come to pick up up for our outing this evening!" ...Well no shit I couldn't have guessed. I turned to lock my door and we are off to the cafe, as we're walking Todo seems quiet...for the first time he's not yelling or anythuing but he's calm almost nervous.

" Everything alright Todo?" I asked looking up at his stature.

" yes..eveything fine reader, just a bit off ease" Todo says stone faced or regular I don't know really but, I ask what wrong and he gets into how he feels like I don't like him like I like Yuji... this man must be dumber than a box of nails because I can't!

" That's not true Todo, I like you just as much as I like yu-"

" But its not what I want." He stops, I turn to look at him confused.

" I want you to LIKE me, not friend like, not family like but, LIKE me how I like Takada Chan, LIKE me how I like you"

I fucking knew it.

I get bitches and niggas, I'm that girl fr, I'm practically like Lori Harvey; Todo just confessed to me and all im doing is smiling like got $5 from my auntie randomly. I giggled though and Todo looks up at him and kind of frowns.

" I know you may not return my feelings but laughing i-"

" OMG SHUT UP BRO" I yelled and somewhat laughed, Todo confused just plainly stares at me.

" I've liked you since liem forever, when you told me how your favorite singer girl impacts you ti was soo cute! Like you really are kind, goofy, maybe a bit idoitic but it ok! Becasue it makes you well you!" I go on and on with my feelings and when im done odo is just crying

" Oh! Todo i dint mean to-"

" THATS THE KINDEST THING SOMEONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME!" Todo says well sobs, He hugs me tightly and goes on about his crush and I'm just patting his back awkwardly (I'll bite him tbh)

Todo lets go and wipes his face and smiles at me a bit, I return it and I grab his hand and I hold it tightly. The warmth of his hands cools down my cold hands, the world seems to slow just a bit, and everything seems more peaceful.

We interlock hands and Todo smiles, and we walk onwards happily...until Todo trips on a rock and busted his ass.

" OH- Omg..OMG! Are you ok!?"

Todo just lays there and says nothing...for a while, I look around and I just drag his body to a bench. He's big and hungry because aint no way your 17 and you weight 55,000 pounds you big and freaky man! I fan and him and clean him up with a spare napkin and he groans to consciences.

" You ok?"

" Yes...where is Takada Chan?"

...Don't tell me he thought I was Takada bro...he so dumb.

Omg y'all this was like a spontaneous thing! And it soooo long like I'm really Shakespeare fr if you think about it. But yea this my first lil story or whatever tell me if like it or if it needs some work because I lowkey wanna expand on my headcanons about this FINE ASS MAN! 😍😍

[grandgtaman1a]

Blossoming Love

Pairing: John Marston x Reader

Summary: John gets jealous while Sean is flirting with the reader [Anon Request]

Words:728

Setting: In 1889

AN: Not beta read Please refrain from leaving hate comments. >Screaming in oblivion this is my first fic well it can be taken as a drabble too...I don't know I am confused as hell. >Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts >Do Not Repost Note: Abigail and Jack are not characters in this story. Second Note: Ignore the glass in the drink collage may change it later

The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm, flickering glow over the faces of the gang members gathered around it. John Marston couldn't help but notice the playful scene unfolding before him. Sean, always the ladies' man, was in rare form tonight, and his attention was focused squarely on you.

Sean leaned in closer, his voice dripping with charm as he locked eyes with you.”Well now, lass, ye have the most mesmerizin' eyes I've ever seen. Ye must be from heaven, 'cause nothin' on this Earth could compare to 'em."

You chuckled at his smooth talk aware of his reputation for flirt you felt John shifting beside you His jaw clenched, and his gaze became steely as he watched Sean's advances.

John mutters to himself “Damned Irishman, always gotta be the center of attention.” you heard him saying But Sean was relentless in his pursuit. He took your hand gently in his, sending a playful wink your way.

“Ye know, darlin', I reckon we could make quite the pair. What do ye say?"

You found Sean's advances amusing, and you couldn't resist playing along."Well, Sean, you're quite the charmer, I'll give you that."You spoke grinning at him.

John couldn't hide his jealousy any longer frustration showing on his face. “Oh look it’s a regular love unfolding before our eyes is it”

Sean heard and turned his attention to John giving him a roguish grin. “Ah, Johnny boy, jealous are ye? Maybe you should try your luck with our lovely friend here” he teased keeping a hand on your shoulder.

You chuckled at the banter between the two men, the tension palpable in the air. John’s cheek turned red clearing his throat taking a sip of the beer contemplated with Sean’s suggestion.

John muttered under his breath “Maybe I will Sean. Maybe I will.”

As the night at the campfire continued, the playful banter between Sean and you continued, and John's jealousy simmered beneath the surface. It didn't take long for you to notice the tension in the air, and you decided it was time to address it. Sean left the seat his next target being Karen who ignored him at his best.

You turned to John, who was now nursing his drink, his eyes locked on the dancing flames.“John,” Calling him out softly “Is something bothering you?"

John glanced at you, his expression guarded, but the longing in his eyes was hard to miss.” Nah, lass, it's nothin'. Just enjoyin' the fire is all." he spoke hesitantly looking again at the flames.

But you could see through his facade and you weren’t one going to let things go easily. Keeping a gentle but firm hand on his biceps “John, it’s okay if something is bothering you. We’re all family and you can talk to me”

John sighed, his shoulder slumping. Taking a deep breath and finally admitting what had been bothering him taking up the courage he began to speak “It's just... watchin' Sean flirt with you like that, it gets under my skin, y'know? I can't help but feel... jealous.” he peeked at you waiting for your reaction revealing a small part of having a crush on you but then looked down at his drink.

You placed a comforting hand on his arm smiling softly at his admission, and he looked back at you, his eyes searching for understanding "John, I appreciate your honesty. But you have to know that there's nothing between Sean and me. It's all in good fun. Besides, I'm here with you." John's tension began to ease as he listened to your reassuring words.

John starts speaking softly “I know, it's just... sometimes, it's hard not to let those thoughts get to me." nursing the drink in his hands.

You smiled warmly at him, reassuring him further.: "We all have our moments, John. But I chose to be here with you, not because of Sean's flirting, but because I care about you."John's expression softened, and he finally let out a small smile.

"You're right, darlin'. I shouldn't let it bother me so much."

With the tension dissipated and a newfound understanding between you two, the night at the campfire continued, but now there was an undercurrent of romance in the air. The sparks of desire between you and John were undeniable, and as the flames of the campfire flickered, your fingers brushed against his, setting the stage for a deeper connection to blossom between you in the wild, untamed world of the West.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

summary: it’s the first fall of snow.

pairing: gn!reader x steven grant

warnings: none (unless you hate snow??? lol)

word count: 687

an: this is my last blurb of fluffy feb! thank you @doctorstethoscope for putting together this event, it’s been so much fun and has kept me writing when my motivation is so so low— i love you sm!

fluffy feb masterlist | moonknight masterlist

“Dove, wake up,” Steven murmurs into your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You stir, groaning softly before you roll over and shake your head. Your eyes do not open, and you clutch the fluffy comforter closer.

He chuckles, following you to the other side of the bed and wrapping you in his arms. “It’s the first snow, c’mon.”

“Too early.”

“It’s our tradition,” He places another kiss on your cheek.

“Too dark,” You groan, scooting closer to the edge, as if you can escape him.

Steven follows, a wide grin spread across his face, “We do this every winter.”

“Too cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” He assures, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

“Steven,” You whine, finally opening your eyes and glaring over your shoulder at him.

“The snow, it’ll wake you up,” He insists, using one of his fingers to delicately wipe the sleep from the corners of your eyes.

“You’re not giving up.”

“No, dove, I’m not. Up and attem’, yeah? I’ll make you french toast for breakfast.”

“And do that fancy latte art?”

“Mhmm,” He hums, leaning in to press a kiss to your mouth.

“Alright, alright. I’m up.”

“Dress warmly, dear, I’ll get our coats,” He hops out of bed, and that’s when you realize that he’s not in his pjs.

You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re already dressed?”

“Been up for ages, watchin’ you snore,” He teases as he crosses the flat.

“I don’t snore,” You grumble as you hop out of bed and head into the bathroom.

Steven doesn’t reply to your denial, but you hear his sweet laugh float through the door as you stumble sleepily through your morning routine. By the time you’ve made it out and are pulling jeans and a sweater out of the closet, he’s wrapped up in his coat, his unruly curls tucked into a black beanie.

“Coming, I swear,” You start to move a bit quicker when he playfully arches a brow at you.

Once you’re dressed, Steven helps you into your coat before slipping your own beanie onto your head. He guides the both of you out of the flat and down into the building’s courtyard. The cold air bites at your cheeks, and you’re immediately grateful for Steven’s warm hand in yours. The snow is falling gently, caressing the ground like a knit blanket. Dead grass and shrubs still peek through the white, though it’s supposed to snow all day and soon everything will be covered in glittery white powder.

Because it’s early, it is just the two of you, surrounded by the gray and white haze of this snowy morning. It’s quiet for once in London, none of the honking and shouting cutting through this little slice of peace that you and Steven are sharing.

He raises his face to the sky, letting the flakes dust all over his face, “You know I could smell it coming when we fell asleep last night.”

“You always say that, you can’t smell snow, Steven.”

“People say they smell rain all the time, who’s to say I can’t smell snow?”

“Me, that’s who.”

“Somethin’ tells me I could convince you otherwise,” He grins cheekily at you, before leaning in for a kiss.

His lips are cold, a little wet from the melted snow but you kiss him back eagerly, your hands rising to cup both of his cheeks. You can taste the tea he must’ve quietly brewed while you were dead to the world but there’s something else. Something unique, that you can only contribute to the morning’s precipitation.

“You taste like snow,” You whisper quietly— as if speaking any louder will break this bubble.

He bumps his nose against yours, eyes narrowed, “Oh, alright, so you can taste it but I can’t smell it?”

“Seems we’re on the same page.”

“I’ll show you what page we’re on when there’s enough snow for a fight.”

Dusk has hit when he drags you back outside, the snow up to your ankles. You bury him in snowballs, and Steven concedes: no you can’t smell snow, but one can certainly taste it.

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[rodeorun]

i have to write this before i break down in tears from that ending sooo....

This perfectly captured the internalized shame one can carry from being a tall woman so well. Lines like

"You come down the steps and take small steps, trying to diminish yourself among the crowd. Even some of the men aren’t of a height with you. Your bonnet feels more and more like some beacon to illuminate your stature." From what we feel within, to parts like "Your eyes meet those of another. A man who smirks and nudges another. They both peer over at you with a gleam of mocking in their faces. " that show how others see us.

As for the nsfw, now i drown myself in non-con, but that was..... one of the most straight up r*pe scenes I have ever read. Goodness. There was nothing sexy or sensual about it. It was sex, but it was fear. My stomach clenched and is still in knots and my head was dizzy. I felt the rough scrape of the bench beneath reader, the excruciating pain of the first time i was penetrated and not ready for it. I hate virginreaders in fiction and how they are fetishized, how they reinforce this male perspective of purity culture and tie it to women's worth, how after her cherry is popped, she is used goods and no longer desirable. That selfish greed a man feels to be the first. She is nothing more than a tally. I pushed myself through this nonetheless and im so glad i did because oh boy- my head is spinning!

Steve initially came off as this slightly mischievous, mostly eccentric man. Quoting hamlet in the gardens, how charming that was. Truly a mockery to the following moniker he eventually calls Cora and Reader. I even had my hopes up that he himself was a virgin when he said they would learn together, but thats a foolish thought now.

And gosh i am so fucking charmed by every sentence here. I really feel so dizzy as if i was transported to this world for a few moments. So vivid and an almost lyrical style of writing. You can pick out any sentence from this, and write a page on it's meaning.

I cant get over how pungent that r*pe scene was, how it instilled terror and fear in me. Reader by no means enjoyed. She endured for the hope of love. But she did not enjoy it. I fear for the slight foreshadowing that she will be pregnant 😣.

And the ending, yes the ending.

"I am honored," he holds her small hand tight, "to have at last a fine lady to keep my hearth."

That killed me. Its really the little details and me, me who has huge hands and feet, whos ankles show when i wear maxi dresses, who gets stared at when i go out, who's had almost every 'best friend' i had date the men i liked because they were tiny beauties and i was too tall and embarrassing to be with. Oh lord to see the man you just gave your first to, watching him hold the hand of the woman who is everything society makes you think your should be. If the ending was a nail in my heart, just simple the use of the word 'small' was the hammer coming down on that nail.

Fuck you steve, i hope he gets a revenge worse that death. Virginity is something you can never give back or replace, and I hope his punishment is likewise to such a disabling degree. I think cutting his dick off would be a start 🤔😂

I'm engared, ensnared by my own hatred for this man. This is exactly why i dont read angst. I want to claw the the rage from my chest until i bleed enough for Steve to choke on it.

And THIS fucking masterpiece

"

“I know,” you say through trembling lips, “I am not a fool, sister.”

“No, merely on the shelf,” she says sourly.

You wince at her cutting remark. Any lady would shrivel at the words. It seems despite your stature, there is a shelf too high for you to reach." Holy shit. Holy. Shit. I gasped. Out loud. Op idk what water you're drinking but it has you spitting poetry disguised as prose

This was SUCH an experience and tbh im going to have to recoup and come back to read this a few more times just to try and take in the full beauty of this fic. Like a movie i dont get tired of watching. Tysm op for writing something that let me feel all of this. Honestly halfway thru writing this i almost rage quit but i saw there was a sequeal and read it, and it gave me the strength to write all this knowing that this wasn't the end LOL.

Meet me on the playground at 3pm, Rogers.

Graceless

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, dejection, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The reader finds herself still unwed as a new social season begins. On the cusp of being ‘on the shelf’, a most unexpected suitor appears to assuage her fears of spinsterhood. (Regency AU, tall!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers

Note: A birthday celebration for one Steve Rogers.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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The tails of the ribbon tickle along your collarbone. You snatch them away from your skin, tempted to untie them altogether. Instead, you twist them together, the large brim of your bonnet casting a rather farcical shadow upon the ground. Even in silhouette, you tower over the other ladies, a disparity which cannot be attributed to the distortion of light.

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[blue-dress-on-a-boat]

Watching the owl house

Spoilers idk how to do a cut on mobile

YO WHAT THE FUCK

This BETTER be another dream fake out

I’m crying

The collector trying to fix her

Babies first experience with mortality

She turned into light glyphs I’m sobbing

Everyone knows what happened

BEAST MODE

“She’s really gone”

Yeah kiddo she’s in the ink realm now

HOOTY

ok I need those pj pants

He’s just watchin tv like the rest of us

Wait but why is hooty his eye

- is hooty literally his eye in the sky

FINALLY SOMEONE TELLS LUZ SHES BEING STUPID

BELOS IS TAKING OVER HIM

SHES GETTING ALL THE TITAN MAGIC WHAT

I’m sobbing why didn’t this get a longer run

HEYO BIG SKELLY

Someone save the puppets

- wait wait what is the magic run out?

If I know my daughter she wont let dying stop her

NO NOT MY LITTLE KITTY MEOWMEOW

I thought he was talking about his TEARS

- what IS THIS STUFF

God damnit this snake is so stupid I still hate it so much

Why???? She look like that. Tiktok is going to have a feild day with this cosplay material

EDA TEACHING LUZ HOW TO DO MAGIC CIRCLES WOTH THE SAME DIALOUGLE

I’ve rewatched those 12 times

THE ANIMATION THE LIQUID ANIMATION

Also this remix slaps

THE FLOWERS

The Titan MAGIC WEH

THE LIGHT GLYPH

No not skelly crumbling

EVERYONE USING GLYPHS TO SAVE THE DAY

- Camilla just drawing them out like a badass

Did that motherFUCKER JUST BARK

Oh EW I did not expect the boiling isles to literally look that gorey

Yay fun magic adventure to go stab kings dads heart to dead

NOT RAINE IF THEY DONT MAKE IT IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF

- they remind me too much of my partner if they croak I’m I’m going to loose it

—HEY LET THEM KISS THE FUCK

Why does Luz’s hat have a little light bubble on it

YES BITCH RIP HIM TO SHREDS

wait don’t fucjing monologue babe just kill him

To SHREDS YOU SAY

That was a good fucking frame

Adopt the baby plz you guys can each get one hit on him but after that everyone be friends like in the mark comics

WHERES LUZ ok there she is

FUCK OFF PHILLYBOY

KiLL HIM

Yes the rain

Oh ew what

He is NOT human

HEY FUCK YEAH STOP HIM TO DEATH

-is she not human anymore

WHAT THE FUCK

Is that what he wanted to say to him

She is… not going to be able to go back to the human realm and be normal

Also was like, the boiling isle only one fucjing wacko island that the rest of the demon realm like didn’t touch bc belos? Like the post apocalyptic America of this universe

YES LET THE GAY DADS KISS

darius father of the year award

SYNTH HELL YEAH I’m going to listen to that on repeat for years

Who the FUCK was that third guy

STEVE??? CANON STEVE WHAT DID THEY JUST TAKE THE DESIGN THAT COMIC GUY HAD I DINT THINK WEVE SEEN STEVE BEFORE???

Hey I’m so gay wtf eda making raine a NEST

When ur aunt has a kid and ur cousin is the most annoying and dangerous 9 year old on the planet

OH 2 GAY KISSES DANA REALLY SAID YOU CANT CANCEL THE SHOW AGAIN CAN YOU

NOT EDA BEING NERVOUS TO MEET CAMILA

HOOTSIFER

No Titan magic?? I’m crying

-can she do magic now? From her staff I guess?

IS SHE MOVING

GRADUATION?? WhiTH WHOMST

Oh wait this is going to be a Vee fake out

Oh worm that IS vee??

DANA TERRECE GIVING THE WRITING SCHOLARSHIO AWARD

Wait did they go back to the human realm? Why is hooty interacting with a person

NEW HAIRCUT ALERT AMITY SLAYING DAILY

Mmmmm is that a twilight baseball reference or am I just brain dead

STRINGBEANS CORNER

UNIVERSITY OF WILD MAGIC FINALLY THE FAKE OUT WE WERE WAITING FOR

ALSO GROWN UP LUZ IS SO NB VIBES FRFR

Is that AMITYS NECKLACE

I want that snake shirt so bad

TATTOO LUZ HAS A TATTOO

Also two ear piercings slay

“It’ll be nice to finally see everyone again” so DID she go to regular or magic highschool tell us

LUZ YOU SAW THEM LAST WEEK I NEED TO STOP PAUSING AND WATCH THE SHOW

VEE IS SO FUCKING CUTE IM CRYING

I’m making those tshirts

SOLD TO THE NOCEDAS WHAT IS THAT A NEW PORTAL THE COLLECTOR CREATED

- imagine hearing that everytime you come in

THE RECEEATION OF THE INTRO

The animation

I’m sobbing

HEY YOU FUCKKNG COWARDS WHY CAN YOU NO CONSISTENTLY DRAW FAT PEOPle I saw Willow flying and went fuck yeah but then she walks around and they skinny washed her again

Hunter palisman carver adorable

Ok I appreciate the animation but was it important to make that huntlow scene so beautiful and yet STILL NO KISS

AW ALL THE MATCHUNG TATTOS ARE FLAPJACK

Liliths plans I’m screaming “disco maybe”

AMITY SMASH SMASH SMASH

That’s what I wanna look like

HARPY LILITH THE FUCK

ok that girl playing the harp I know we know her name but smash smash love the new hair

Professor dog boy for life

BUMO HAS A HOOTY PATCH ON HIS GARDENING GEAR

We’re going to see a high uptake in patch based fashion this year thanks Dana

VINEY HEALING MADE ME CRY AGAIN

dARIUS AND AMITYS DAD SITTING IN A TREE

Also raine hello smashsmashsmashsmash

SHORT HAIR GIRL TWIN where’s the brother

NOT THE BABY WHALE

Oh there he is and he looks no different but I’m glad he’s vibing

DEMON REALM HUMAN REALM EXCHANGE PROGRAM WHEN IM MAKING TSHIRTS

GUS’S HAIR IM SCREAMING

HEADMASTER EDA SMASHSMASH A HUNDRRED TIMES SHE HAS A FUCKING HOOK

Wait wait the basilisks I’m crying

TEEN KING HES SO SCRUFFY

THE GATE IS THE OWL HOUSE I CALLED IT

KING-CENEAÑERA IM SOBBING

The bat babies hanging upside down got me

They sounded ALOT less haunted than our birthdays FUCKING MOOD BUDDY

PAINYATA WILL HE NEVER KNOW PEACE

Ok that dress goes HARD

Spider cake Steve has my heart

Noooo kings glyphs have horns I’m crying

THE BYE AND EVERYONE WAVING I AM UNWELL

Ok gtg cry before rehearsal I’ll see you all in therapy

[80s4life]

Party's Over

Word Count: 852

Status: Not Suggested!

A/N: GUNNAR! GUNNAR! GUNNAR! *squeals*

Side-Note: This one’s an unintentional shortie and I hate it. I apologize in advance.

Fandom: The Expendables Series

Relationship: Gunnar Jensen x Reader

Summary: Stubborn. Rude. A hot head. A basket Case. Crazy. Suicidal. Many people had warned you of the Swedish Mountain's faults, yet, you stayed anyway. Because, to you, that's what they were: faults, just like any other person. He was perfect. Determined. Smart. A Teddy Bear. A Protector. He was yours, even as he is forced away from you, burdened by his own demons.

Warnings: language, bar fight, under the influence (alcohol), name-calling (defense mechanism), potential break up, pretty angsty

Masterlist Expendables Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

{I do not own this gif, credits go to -> @bullwinklemoose}

*His grouchy face gives me tingles...And his voice...And his body...And- I'm sorry...*

“Gunnar!” you scream, following the huge mass of man out of the bar he’d just destroyed, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“What the fuck am I doing? What are you doing?” he swings himself around, quick to attack you with his own words.

“I was having a great old time before you came charging in! I wasn’t doing anything this time!”

“Like you weren’t showing yourself around? Like you weren’t trying to be Caesar’s perfect little bitch?”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you! Like you weren’t flirting with Maggie back when we were trying to fight off Vilain?! Oh, but that’s right, I’m not allowed to say something like that because it’ll piss you off! God forbid I call you out when you act like a damn baby all the time!”

“It was different then; a long fucking time ago too! We weren’t together yet and you were still stuck whoring around the place!”

“I was whoring around?!” you scream, completely ballistic now that you got him alone in the alleyway, no one able to hear you. “You get jealous if one guy so much as looks at me for less than a second! Especially Caesar! You do know I have a life outside of the time I spend with you- a life before you!”

“Good! Then it’ll be just as easy to go back to it then, huh?”

“W-What?” you stuttered, caught by surprise at his insinuation.

“If it was so damn grand before you met me, then go back to it! I never asked you to get together with me. Fuck, I mean, I never even wanted you in the first place! You were just so easy to wander into my bed when I wanted you to!”

“I was easy?!” you scream, his words slashing at your heart.

“Oh come on! The way you strutted around the place, wearing next to nothing just to spite me. The way you’d give me the look all the time just to see if I was watchin’! Yeah I saw all of them!”

“You want to know what the look was Gunnar? Huh? Do ya?!” you taunt him, slowly teetering off the edge of sobbing on the ground right in front of him. But you won’t do that, you won’t let him beat you down just to feel superior.

“Oh please-”

“Love! Cold hard, bone crushing, soul-wrenching love! And, get this, for a man that can’t stand being with me for an estimated 2 hours!”

“That’s not true-”

“Oh, but it is Gunnar! You see, we don’t work together. Despite how hard I try, you always seem to seek reasons to tear us apart because it makes you feel weak,” you inform him shakily, drops of rain starting to fall out of the forming storm clouds.

“I warned you time and time again before we even got together Y/N. I’m a broken man you can’t just fix and make brand new. You can’t change a person to be how you want them,” Gunnar states, turning his back on you.

“Gunnar-” you get cut off by the rain starting to pour down, only increasing as time passes by. Gunnar takes this chance to start walking off, flipping his hood on his head for some cover, hands tucking into his jacket pockets. “Gunnar!” you yell, tears starting to mix in with the rain.

He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. If you squint, you could swear he honestly sped up.

“Gunnar! God dammit!” you scream helplessly, “Please!”

Your beg stops him in his tracks, grimacing at the sound of your voice cracking with tell-tale signs of crying.

“Gunnar...I-” you choke up, “I don’t want this to end. I won’t let it end. I just - can’t,” you sob, hugging yourself as you hear his footsteps once again, overpowered by the rain. 

Just as you go to look up, unable to sense your surroundings, strong and warm arms coil themselves around your shaking form, Gunnar’s head resting on top of yours. Feeling his body against yours again, you sob harder, knowing what you’re fighting for is not one-sided. 

“Please Gunnar. I wanna work this out with you. Not Barney, not Yin Yang, or Lee, or Toll, or Caesar for Christ’s sake - you,” you sniffle, wrapping your arms underneath his own, and clinging your hands on the backsides of his shoulder blades in an attempt to keep him as close as you could muster.

“I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” Gunnar whispers, a hand coming up to lightly pet your head. “I’m going to try Y/N, I swear. I’ll put down the drinks. I’ll even doing breathing techniques or somethin’,” Gunnar swears, a tear of his own slipping from his eye as he witnesses the pain he’s sent your through, still in disbelief that someone like you could feel so much for a man like himself.

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Caught Up In You (Joe x Reader)

((This short little idea initially came into my head in August of 2020 upon listening to the song I stole the title from/song in the fic... and just a brief bullet point of this idea proceeded to sit in my drafts for nearly 2 years until I started writing this in May. It's dumbassbitchboyfriend!Joe time!))

Words: 1,565

Summary: You and Joe have your first fight as a couple, and Joe, being the clown that he is, finds his own "Joe" way of apologizing...

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(1984, Dublin, Ireland)

"Joy, I'm not in the mood to go out!" you insisted for at least the fourth time as she tugged your arm, "I'm too pissed..."

"But I don't want to go alone!" Joy whined back, "If I go alone, someone might ask me to sing!"

"Well I don't know what you expect from karaoke night at the pub!"

She'd been trying to drag you off the couch and downtown for the past ten minutes. It wasn't exactly like her to do that, as you were normally the one to drag her, but the tables had already been turned just a bit today. 

When she let go of your arm, she adjusted her shirt and suggested, "Mind you, I was trying to give you a girls' night, if you must know. You can't deny it's what you need right now after you and Joe had it out today."

Your shoulders slumped down by a smidgen. A pinch of guilt crept up on your expression and in your body language as well. 

Joy was correct, alright; you did need a girls' night.

She knew your reason for denying her so many times in the first place was because of men. It was because of men, and how upset they made you. More specifically, it was your man who had you so hung up and steamed. 

Despite knowing each other for years, you and Joe had never started dating until shortly after the end of the Pyromania tour a few months prior. With the whole band settled in Dublin trying to bring to the next album to fruition, it caused you and Joe to finally settle and grow romantically close to each other. 

Everything felt new and wonderful, but with this new relationship came new milestones, too. Today's milestone? It was the first fight you and Joe had as a couple. 

It was stupid- you both new it- but tensions were fresh, and you still felt the sting. 

"But it's his fault-!" you burst at Joy again.

"Oh I know it is! But are you just going to stay here and be upset, or are you going to keep your chin up and strut away from him in a super sexy dress?"

Your eyebrows scrunched together at her argument. You hated to admit you already had a dress in mind. 

"Alright, fine!" you flung your hands up and looked at the floor, "We'll go to the pub."

She clapped her hands once in victory, "There she is! Now come on, make yourself up like you want to show that lump what he can't have."

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Smoothing out the tight dress you put on, you and Joy happily strutted up to the pub as the sun descended in the distance. For the first time all day, you actually felt excited and happy. With Joy kicking your feminine energy into power, you felt much more confident and not at all hung up and guilty; you felt nothing short of unstoppable.

And then Joy stopped you. 

"What?" you halted yourself as she swung her arm out in front of you. 

She appeared to be listening to the inside of the pub, but staring off into space.

"I thought I heard something," her face remained still and neutral, "-never mind."

"By the way, I wanted to thank you for getting me out of the house. I really do need some time with more... females, I suppose."

Your companion had a brief flash of something in her eyes that almost looked like guilt as she reached for the door, "Yeah, sure thing. Anytime, mate."

She opened the pub door, the sound of the karaoke already surrounding both of you. 

As you strolled in with a smile on your face, one look inside was all it took for it to vanish. 

"What are you guys doing here?" you asked the four Leppards.

"We're watchin' karaoke night!" Sav motioned to the stage. 

When your eyes looked over to the stage in reference, you saw a tall man hop onto it from the side. In a flash, you realized you hadn't seen Joe in the group where he would normally be found. 

At the same time, you realized you'd been duped. It was no wonder why Joy wanted to get you out of the house so bad, just as it was no wonder why she was listening outside the pub- and just as it was no wonder why Sav made you look at the stage when he did.

It was all carefully timed so you would be standing right where you were when Joe started to sing to you.

"I never knew there'd come a day," now on the stage, Joe bopped his hips from side to side, "When I'd be sayin' to you-"

You were only a few feet in front of the stage, so it was easy for Joe to direct his act to whoever was in the front row. In the few seconds you were in the pub for, Joy had somehow made sure that the front row was you. 

"'Don't let this good love slip away, now that we know that it's true'-"

Your mouth fell open in surprise and frustration. Rolling your eyes, you looked back at Joy, watching her avoid eye contact and laughter. 

The only thing you supposed you could've done at that point was heave a heavy sigh and continue to watch Joe with annoyance still on your face.

"Don't, don't you know the kind of man I am? No- said I'd never fall in love again-"

He strutted and acted as if he was really playing a show, but on a much smaller scale (and with a southern rock song that was most certainly not up his alley). It was very clear he was trying to get you to forgive him through song and humor.

But it wasn't going to work; it was too stupid. It was too hilarious. He looked like an idiot. 

He was making a fool of himself for you, and it was your weakness. 

Joe even further proved this as he stretched his arm to motion to you, "But it's real, and the feeling comes shining through- I'm so caught up in you, little girl!"

It was the chorus that broke you. He pointed right at you, and fuck, you couldn't fake being mad anymore. You let out a scoff and started to laugh at him quietly. Hell, you even started to move to the music with him a bit. 

"And I never did suspect a thing- so caught up in you-" Joe flicked his hips to the side at you like some kind of bad David Lee Roth impersonator, "-little girl!'

The other Lepps and patrons in the pub whooped and cheered him on, and you pinched the bridge of your nose with embarrassment. This was Joe's own form of an apology, you concluded. He knew just how to press your buttons to get you to see it, too. 

"That I never wanna get myself free- and baby it's true, you're the one who caught me, baby, and taught me how good it could be..."

He'd suddenly leaned down to you and carefully tilted your chin up towards him, caressing your jaw briefly before straightening back up to continue his "show". It was at that point you could no longer hide a bashful smile because god, you were so caught up in him. You couldn't help but love whenever he acted like a complete dork. 

"It took so long to change my mind, I thought that love was a game..." 

In terms of dorkiness, your boyfriend had somehow hit an all-time high. With his impromptu dancing and fake womanizer attitude on that tiny stage in front of everyone at the pub, you didn't know how he'd ever top it.

"I played around enough to find no two are ever the same- you made me realize the love I missed, so hot, love I couldn't quite resist-"

You puckered your lips and kissed the air in front of you, both proud of and embarrassed by your idiotic rockstar of a lover. He jokingly "caught" the kiss you blew at him by patting his cheek flirtatiously. 

Despite Joe being a complete dumbass at the moment, it was unlawful how cute he was while doing do. 

You knew Joe, and knew he wouldn't choose just any song if he was going to apologize via music. He wasn't one to be cheesy in that sense; he was always sincere and wouldn't ever make music tell a lie. Not only that, but no one had ever proclaimed their feelings for you like this before. That's how you knew Joe meant it. 

"When it's right, the light just comes shining through..." Joe playfully winked at you. The words he borrowed from the song were the ones you completely understood; the irrelevant fight from earlier was water under the bridge. 

Turning to Joy, you asked, "So, any other surprises for me tonight? Besides tricking me into watching my boyfriend sing southern rock?"

She giggled and looked over at you, "Just wait until the others join him for the harmonies."

"Wait- the what?" you barely had time to get the words out before the other four Leppards began standing up. 

"Oh my god-" you framed your reddening face with your hands, "I'm banning all of them from karaoke night after this."

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(Caught Up In You by 38 Special) (playlist of all songs I've used in my fics)

[fez-lex]

The day before the play he gets a text from her. Hey, can I come over? Fez hadn’t expected to hear from her today as rehearsals have been keeping her so busy, but he responds immediately. sure. me n ash at the store rn. Twenty minutes later Lexi bikes up, face flushed and eyes pink and swollen like she’s been crying on her way over and maybe even for a while before that. Hey, hey, he says softly and then takes her hand, pulling her around the side of the building to the ladder that goes up to the roof. Ain’t nobody going to bother them up there, not even Ash. They sit on the edge, letting their legs dangle off the side, and as the late afternoon sky turns orange and pink he lets her talk, listening patiently as she lets it all out. Today’s supposed to be the full dress and some of them aren’t even fully off book yet. What the hell are we gonna do tomorrow, whisper their lines to them from offstage? Oh, and none of the lighting cues are working yet. I swear to god, Toby just sits in the booth the whole time staring at his phone. We had to reblock the party scene, and then, yeah, I did make them run it through two more times, because I’m not going to let them fuck this up for me. That’s when Isabel Jankowski called me an anal-retentive bitch— She starts working herself up again, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. God, this whole thing was such a bad idea. For a second she quiets, and then glances over at him. What if they all hate it, Fez? What if they all hate me? It’s breaking his heart to hear her talk like this, his fearless girl, and so he reaches out and threads his fingers in hers, squeezing gently. Ain’t no one gonna hate you or your play, he tells her, because he knows it’s true. It’s gonna be perfect. And Imma be right there, watchin’ from the front row. She doesn’t look convinced, so he digs into his front pocket, pulling out a dime size baggie and handing it to her. Ias plannin’ on givin’ that to you tomorrow, after the show. Ias gonna wrap it and shit too, he adds sheepishly. She opens the baggie and pulls out a thin chain with a pendant, a golden bee with unfurled wings hovering on a square of honeycomb. Fez had seen it in a store a week or so ago and instantly thought of her, the way it would look on her neck, dangling just beneath her throat. He loved the idea of her wearing it to school, a secret that everyone could see. But mostly he wanted to give her something special, because she was special, more than she would ever know. It’s so pretty, Fez, she says as she unclasps the chain and fastens it around her neck. Thank you. She pulls the pendant away from her throat so she can look at it more closely and he notices that the tears in her eyes are gone. Made me think of you, he says. ‘Cause you so busy and so sweet. Lexi smiles at him—the first one he’s gotten all afternoon—but then she doesn’t look away and her lips part just a little. She swallows expectantly and it’s suddenly so clear what he should be doing right now, because they’re on a roof staring at a sunset and she’s looking like that, dark hair curling over her shoulders and his jewelry hanging from her neck. Every cell in his body is telling him to lean in and kiss her the way she deserves, but god, he doesn’t want to fuck this up. She probably thinks he’s done this a thousand times, like he’s some player who knows exactly what move to make. But Fez is no player, and even if he was, it wouldn’t help, because Lexi Howard ain’t no girl to be played with. She’s a good girl—the best girl—and she’s waiting right now for him to show her that. He reaches over and pushes a length of hair past her ear and while his fingers graze her jaw, he finds a way to move closer, close enough to feel her breath spilling warm against his mouth. The sun’s lighting up her face and her hair, a halo of bronze and gold, and suddenly she’s all he can see. 

[luminnara]

Pro Hero Bakugou + cam girl!reader fluff 18+ ONLY

I wrote this for myself c: i’m a SWer and i gotta live through my self inserts sometimes lol

Warnings: nsfw language

part 2

requests are open!

Everyone always expected him to end up with another pro hero. After all, he was Dynamight, a determined, powerful man with an even more powerful quirk. He had his own agency, he kept his area of the city in check, and he had a near perfect record. It only made sen that he would want to date someone equally as impressive and passionate about hero work, someone who could keep up with him and match him on every level.

Nobody ever expected that he would end up with someone like you, least of all...well, you.

You held off on telling him what you did for a living for a while. You weren’t ashamed of your profession by any means, but you had developed too much of a crush on Katsuki to risk ruining everything if he didn’t share your viewpoint. What if he hated your job? What if he thought you were an embarrassment to his name? No, it felt better to just tell him that you did something mundane, letting him believe you were an accountant or something rather than a full time online sex worker.

You were absolutely certain that the great Dynamight wouldn’t want the news getting out that he was dating someone like you, so even though it felt like you were lying to the man you were falling in love with, it also felt...better. It felt safe.

So imagine your surprise and horror when he casually brought it up on his own.

“What, you thought I didn’t know from the start?” He rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up on your coffee table as he raised a beer to his lips. “You think I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“What? No!” You said quickly.

“Then why’d you lie?”

You looked down in embarrassment. “Because...I didn’t know how you would react.”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

“A lot of guys get jealous, or just...shitty about it.” You sighed. “I figured that you wouldn’t want my job ruining your reputation as a pro, too. So...I just never said anything.”

Katsuki was silent for a moment, taking another drink. He seemed like he was thinking about your words, and with each second that ticked by, you grew more nervous. Was he about to yell at you for hiding such a big part of your life? Was he going to break up with you right then and there?

“Don’t be a dumbass.” He finally said. “I don’t give a shit what you do, long as you like doin’ it.”

His voice was harsh, but it made your heart soar.

“Thank you,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.

“For what?” He grunted.

When he saw the sappy look on your face, he groaned and motioned for you to come closer. When you came and stood near his legs, he rolled his eyes, reaching out with one strong arm and pulling you down to straddle his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ care what your job is.” He said, a big hand settling on your ass. “Kinda pissed me off that you kept hidin’ it from me, but I figured you’d bring it up at some point. Then you just fuckin’ didn’t, so I did.”

“How the hell did you find out?” You asked, suspicious that he had gone through your shit or something.

In that moment, the great Katsuki Bakugou actually blushed.

“Uh...” he looked away, avoiding your eyes. “I...mighta caught a livestream once.”

Your eyes widened. “You what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I tuned in once or twice.”

“What? When?” 

“I didn’t go lookin’ for you specifically like a creep!” he said roughly. 

When you just quirked an eyebrow, he sighed. 

“It was right at the beginnin’. Remember that first date we went on? You were wearin’ that green dress...”

“Of course I do,” you smiled. 

Bakugou readjusted his grip on you and you settled in against his chest. “You wore that fuckin’ dress, ‘n you got me so god damn worked up with that.”

“Did I?” You teased, already knowing the answer. You were well versed in the world of horny men, and you could very vividly remember all of his awkward shifting and not so stealthy readjustments.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he groaned. “Had a hard on the whole night. Thought I was gonna explode by the time I got home.”

“Well, you’re pretty good at exploding,” you laughed, leaning your cheek against his chest as you looked up at him. “You could have invited me in, you know.”

“Nah, I was bein’ a gentleman. I mean, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, princess...but I asked you to dinner because I liked you. And when I ask a girl to dinner, I fuckin’ do it right. After I got home, I had to go rub one out...’n that’s when I found you on that camsite.”

You blushed. “Yeah, I, uh...remember going home and deciding I should go live for a few hours, since you made sure to have me home by nine.”

He rolled his eyes at your joking tone. “Yeah, yeah. I saw you under the now online tab, ‘n I couldn’t stop watchin’...”

“That was a good night,” you grinned. “I went straight from having some of the fanciest food I’ve ever tasted to having one of my work nights ever. I mean, I remember hitting my tip goal in like, half an hour! Because my highest tipper was some new guy and—“

You paused, realization dawning on you.

“Wait just a goddamn second.” You leaned back, sitting up to look at Katsuki suspiciously.

The shit eating grin on his face confirmed your suspicions.

“What, babe?” He drawled. “You were gonna tell me all about your highest tipper. Don’t stop now.”

“My highest tipper,” you jabbed your finger into his chest, “was a new guy whose username I had never seen before, who had to have a lot of money to pay what he did.”

“Yeah, well. There’s all kindsa rich people on those sites. They love gettin’ off to pretty pieces of ass like you.”

“And he even ended up tipping enough tokens to cover my bills that month,” you rose up on your knees, straddling him again. “He had to have been a celebrity. Or a CEO. Or a pro hero.”

His grin only widened. “Musta been.”

“Katsuki, I cannot believe you!” You laughed, lightly slapping his chest. “All this time, you’ve been watching me from a burner account?”

“Well, I can’t exactly just put my hero name out there,” he chuckled.

“Because it would be all over the tabloids?” You guessed.

“What? No, because you woulda found out right away. Like I said, I wanted you to come to me first.”

“That’s...really sweet of you, actually,” you sighed. “Thanks, Katsuki. For not telling everybody.”

“Well...”

“...you told Kirishima, didn’t you?”

“I was excited about how hot my new girlfriend was!” He said defensively. “‘N it’s not like he was gonna do anythin’ bad, anyways.”

“Yeah, there’s not a mean bone in that man’s body,” you laughed, sliding back down onto your boyfriend’s chest. “I just can’t believe you. How are you so good at keeping secrets from me?”

“You tried to do the same thing to me,” he pointed out.

“Well, now we’re even. But...I don’t exactly think the world would like knowing that a top hero is dating a camgirl.”

“Like I care.” He rolled his eyes. “You know how popular you’re gonna be when rumors start flyin’?”

“Rumors?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Oh, yeah. Everybody’ll wanna find out if that’s really the pussy that the best pro hero is poundin’ every night.”

“Katsuki!”

“What? It’s true.”

You were quiet as you thought for a moment. “You know, if you sign a model release, your dick can be on cam...”

His face lit up. “You wanna suck this cock in fronta all your loyal fans, baby? Wanna show em what a fuckin’ size queen you really are?”

“Full of ourselves tonight, aren’t we?” You asked dryly.

“You’re gonna be fulla my cum soon enough,” he flirted, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “C’mon, Princess. I gotta get my practice in before I can be your stunt dick.”

[rawdogmeharry]

will you write something about reader and harry having a 12 year age gap, but fans and everyone are really supportive of their healthy relationship? like they’re so in love. lots of fluff and maybe a tinge of smut? 🥺 love your writing 🥺🥰

old man

or, the one where Harry’s family loves Y/N and he loves her even more.

]part 2: old bones]

sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy babe <3 and thank you very much, that’s lovely to hear!!

requests go here:)

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“What d‘ya say, baby, red or white wine?“ Harry ponders, leaning one hip against the kitchen counter and holding up the two dark glass bottles in his hands, showing them to Y/N.

“I dunno, I‘d say red but Anne‘s not really a fan of it, so let‘s just take the white,“ she shrugs her shoulders, little animated hearts dancing around in her eyes from watching Harry look so fucking effortlesly hot for no damn reason. His sheer button-up that shows his vast collection of body ink and the way his black jeans fit snugly on his juicy thighs are the reasons her panties are drenched inside out.

Little does she know, he‘s thinking the exact same thing.

She stands in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a tight, sand colored turtleneck, black bell bottomed pants and the pointed-toe nude Louboutin heels Harry had gotten her for her last birthday, looking like Harry‘s next meal. All he wants to do, is take those pants, shove them down to her thighs, bend her over their glass dining table and bury his face in her cunt and ass.

But, they‘ve got places to be and people to see at the Styles-Twist family gathering.

Dead puppies, grandma boobs, cow udders is all that circles his head because nothing else can bring his boner down.

“Hey, where‘d you go?“ Y/N waves her hand in his face, seeing his spaced out face and eyes weirdly zoned in on her tits.

“Huh?“

“Y‘zoned out on me, Har, y‘okay?“ she slowly walks towards him with her brows furrowed, her heels making a really satisfying noise on the gray kitchen tiles.

“Oh, yeah, ‘m fine, kitty, just thinking ‘bout how pretty y‘are,“ he grins and tugs her in close by her love handles, then gradually migrates his hands down to her ass and gives it a firm squeeze once she‘s fully enclosed in his arms. And about how hard I want to fuck you, you fucking Goddess, he thinks to himself.

“Let‘s go then, bub, don‘ wanna be late. Been a while since we last saw your mum, I‘ve missed her,“ she smiles up at him. “And, wanna get home as soon as possible as well, also been a while since we used those handcuffs, huh?“

Harry watches as she bites her bottom lip and feels her dainty hands stroking up and down his back, and just as he‘s about to ram her against the wall to spank her and remind her how daddy doesn‘t like to be teased like that, she quickly slips out of his embrace and spanks his firm bum, telling him “let‘s go, Har“ and giving him a pointed look as if to silently tell him that she knows exactly what he‘s thinking.

‘‘‘

“Oh, yeah, since ‘m on winter break right now, me ‘n Harry started re-watching Friends, but my old man can barely keep his eyes open past 11, so it‘s been goin‘ really slowly,“ Y/N giggles, and that‘s the only part of the conversation Harry hears as he‘s approaching his lovie and Gemma, the two of them talking alone on the outside bench of Anne‘s back garden.

He feels finally free after hearing his uncle talk about the new corn he‘s been growing and how the high fiber content has really helped with his digestion for the past half an hour, and all he wants to do is throw Y/N over his shoulder, go home and fuck the ever living shit out of her. Maybe they won‘t even make it inside the house, he thinks, maybe he‘ll just take her in the car in the driveway.

“Hey, is the old man you‘re talkin‘ about supposed to be me?“ he pretends to be offended with raised brows and mouth open in mock offense, throwing his arm around his lovie‘s shoulders and leaning against the side of the bench in a hunched over sitting position with his bum right at the edge.

“Well, I don‘ really have any other old men watchin‘ Friends with me,“ she shrugs, her eyes regaining the light they get whenever Harry‘s around.

“Better not,“ he says in a stern tone, expression softening once again as he feels her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly in reassurance.

Then, he hears someone else giggle beside his baby, completely forgetting that Gemma‘s been sitting beside Y/N, because all he sees, knows and breathes is Y/N.

“You guys are so cute,“ Gemma giggles again and Harry notices just how tipsy his sister is from the sparkly look in her eyes, no doubt from the delicious wine set out on Anne‘s kitchen island. “Can I tell you a secret?“

“Go ‘head, Gem,“ he chuckles, brushing his fingers through lovie‘s soft hair, “jus‘ don‘ be mad at me if y‘gonna be embarassed by it for the rest of y‘life.“

“Oh, shut up,“ Gemma rolls her eyes, “I may be drunk, but ‘m not stupid, it‘s nothin‘ embarassing. Jus‘ wanted to tell you both how glad I am you two ended up together.“

“We‘re glad too, Gem, thank you,“ Y/N smiles at her, a fond look taking over her face from the realisation at how lucky she got with her sister-in-law. Or actually, Harry‘s whole family, really, and she feels beyond grateful for how accepted and loved she feels in it.

“No, like, ‘m sayin‘ just-just how grateful I am my brother ended up with someone so amazing, so understanding and just—overall such a great person. Really, at first, me ‘n mum were a bit skeptical because of—you know—the pretty big twelve year age difference and all, and Y/N bein‘ only eighteen when y‘met. But over time when we got to know you, you‘re mature beyond your years and I wouldn‘t wish Harry any other person. ‘M really glad that all the negative comments, looks and hate y‘both got at the start of your relationship didn‘t break you up or put any tiffs between you. Y‘gained the fans‘ trust, didn‘t let them overwhelm you. Just proves that no hardships can separate you‘s, you‘re meant to be.“

And Y/N‘s got tears in her eyes at the end of Gemma‘s mini speech, because she couldn‘t imagine hearing nicer words from her boyfriends family. If everyone genuinely thinks all of this about her, she‘s quite literally the luckiest person in the world.

Harry watches as Y/N doesn‘t hesitate to give Gemma a big, fat hug once she‘s done talking and all he thinks is how right Gemma is.

How right she is by saying that Y/N is the most fucking amazing thing to ever happen to him, how nothing can separate them and how they‘re meant to be. That‘s all  Harry thinks about all day every day, and to think that his sister and probably the rest of his family have the same outlook on their relationship is like putting in the last missing piece of the puzzle.

Y/N pulls away from the hug and subtly wipes at her undereyes, “thank you, Gem. I just-I don‘ really know what else t‘say except thank y‘so much.“

“No, but seriously,“ Gemma grins at the next part she‘s about to say, “jus‘ the other day me and mum were talkin‘ about the adorable little buggers you‘d make with your good genes and all an-“

“Okay, Gem,“ Harry chuckles and takes the almost empty wine glass from her hand, “thank y‘for the kind words, but tha‘s all for tonight, I think.“

Gemma pouts, “hey, why‘d y‘take my wine?“

“C‘mon, let‘s go find Michal, he‘ll know what t‘do with ya,“ Harry smiles at his sister and helps her up from the bench and watches as she uncoordinately trots towards the door, heading inside of the warm house where the rest of his family are chatting away amongst eachother.

He stays behind and quickly leans down to whisper in Y/N‘s ear, gripping her thighs in both of his hands, “bathroom upstairs. In five minutes. Daddy doesn‘t like to wait.“ And walks away, catching up to his sister and leads her away to her boyfriend. He wants her, and he wants her now, because he physically cannot contain all of the love and absolute appreciation he has for her inside of him any longer.

Y/N just sits there with clenched thighs and an irregularly beating heart.

‘‘‘

“Fuck,“ Harry pants against his lovie‘s neck, keeping her hands pinned to the wall above her head by her wrists, “how are you this fucking beautiful, huh?“

“Fuck, please do something, Har,“ she mewls into his ear, desperately wanting to grind against something and longing to feel his cock lodged deep into her pussy.

“That‘s not my name,“ Harry growls and grips her wrists tighter.

“Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me, just-please, do something.“

“God, bunny, y‘drivin‘ me crazy. Can‘t fuck you here, don‘t want m‘family t‘hear you screamin‘ fo‘ daddy to fuck y‘ass harder. Gonna make it home, first. Or halfway.“ He grinds against one of her thighs and his cock is leaking so much precome he‘s sure there‘s gonna be a wet stain on his dark jeans once they get out of this Goddamn bathroom.

“Just stop talking, Daddy,“ she pants out, not really caring for the consequences of talking back to daddy at this exact moment and slots her lips to his own, immediately sucking his tongue into her mouth.

And Harry thinks he‘s gonna let her off for this one, because they both need it so much that the bloody rules daddy made can fuck right off through the window.

He moans into her mouth and takes his tongue out of it, quickly pulling back and looking into her eyes, “put your hand into your panties and feel how wet y‘are for me.“ And let‘s go of her wrists.

She does as she‘s told, feeling so fucking thankful for the small amount of friction she gets from her fingers quickly brushing on her clit as she passes it to her weeping hole and rubs her her pointer finger at the entrance of it.

Taking her hand out of her pants, she shows Harry her shiny, slick fingers coated in her juices.

“Suck on them like you‘d suck my cock.“ He rasps out with his hands put on either side of her head.

She takes them into her mouth and moans at her own mouth-watering taste, sucking her fingers to the back of her throat and gagging on them like she‘d gag on Harry‘s cock.

Harry moans out from the filthy sight and locks their lips together for a final time, “five minutes to say goodbye t‘everyone and then I want y‘in the front seat of m‘car with your pants in the back.“

[akascow]

so i've been watching chinese esport dramas cause i have too much time and i like to think that oikawa makes iwazumi watch them and iwa pretends he hates them and only puts up with it for oikawa's sake but he is more invested in the shows and characters than oikawa like he'll binge one of the shows in days and oikawa will like watchin them over the course of a month but they get together over call and talk about them fors hours and it's something that connects them no matter how far apart they are and like, it's a love language at this point.

also none of them speak chinese they just read the english subtitles becasue it's "language practice" if you don't use it you lose it and they can't have that happening because they work in international fields.

also i firmly believe that it was an american friend that got iwa in chinese dramas while he was at college but oikawa came to him one night and started ranting about this one he watched for the first time and he pretended to no nothing like "oh that's so cheesy" and then binged that series so he could talk about it for hours with oikawa

stop im gonna cry thats so🥺🥺🥺 yes

[ilovevillains]

Singing songs in a late-night drive with the Haitani brothers 🌃

Rindo is saying: Mickey lost.

WARNING: THE MUSIC VIDEOS MIGHT HAVE FLASH LIGHTS EFFECTS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SEX, POWER PLAY, VIOLENCE.

Album: Tokyo Revengers Playlist

I can't believe Kisaki's playlist is the most popular one, LMAO 🤣!

PRELUDE:

Hello and welcome back to another Tokyo Revengers' playlist. This is the last of the first part of the playlists I made. Remember that I'm taking a break during the rest of the Christmas celebration, I'll be back on January 14, 2002.

Today is the day for the ones and only Haitani brothers, one of the duos I love 🖤 I swear this two are the type of friends that won't make you stop laughing all the time you spend with them (and you cannot change my mind 🤣). Anyways, I talk more about them in the outro, enjoy the music!

🌃 Separate and Ever Deadly, The Last Puppet Show

When we walked the streets together All the faces seemed to smile back And now the pavements Have nothing to offer And all the faces seem to need a slap

🌃 COPYCAT, billie eilish

Don't be cautious, don't be kind You committed, I'm your crime Push my button anytime You got your finger on the trigger But your trigger finger's mine

🌃 bad guy, billie eilish

I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role I'll be your animal

🌃 Savage, Bahari

I am the tide, I know you're drowning You're on a ride, be careful who you trust Don't get it twisted 'cause, I could be really into us Or I can leave you just because, because

🌃 Howl, Alexandra Savior

Handsome dictator of my crimes I can't tell if they're yours, I can't tell if they're mine Sweet revelation, bitter wine I'm dreaming but mostly I'm feeling behind

🌃 Water U, Koda

Here in my car I’m a king in a cage And the city is burning

🌃 MAMMAMIA, Måneskin

Oh, mamma-mia-ma, ma-mamma mia-ah You wanna touch my body? I say you're not allowed You wanna handle me, but I'm a bit too much I'll burn all the place down, 'cause I'm too fucking hot

🌃 So Nice to Meet You, Koko

See I can’t help but like the way you’re acting shy (shh) Not saying much and barely looking in my eyes (my eyes) I’m only here because of you I think you know that (yeah) Know that you might be everything I want you to know

🌃 R U Mine?, Artic Monkeys

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways So in case I'm mistaken, I Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby" "Are you mine?"

🌃 Heaven, The Neighbourhood

You make me feel like God And I'm watchin' you fall from above

OUTRO

Haitani, Haitani, Haitani brothers, my kings (my heavenly kings). I'm going to be honest: I went speechless for a moment here because I don't know what to say about them (I love them so much).

Of the two brothers, my favorite is Rindou, I think that I would vibe more with him (and maybe I'm wrong). Ran is okay, I love him I would hang around and make fun of a lot of shit with him, but Rindou hits me different 🤣.

What I love about them and the gang they are, in which King Izana leads, is just that they are BRUTAL. I do not like violence (sometimes is unnecessary and useless), but if someone brags about being good at fighting... they better fuc**ng be. That's the case of these two gentleman. They really are strong and brutal and I hate the fact that [IF YOU READ THE MANGA, YOU KNOW]. That's the grudge I will always have with writers and creators introducing OP characters and then you don't know what the hell just happened 🤣.

In conclusion: in this page we believe in the Haitani brothers supremacy!

Remember that I will not be publishing on December. I will resume my publishing on January 14,2022. I hope you have a good Christmas and I wish for you a new year filled with success and happiness ❤

-Villain Lover🖤

[katsukikitten]

WARNINGS: 18+ DUB CON/ NON CON? WEREWOLF BAKUGOU, THIS IS PURE FILTH JUST PURE SMUT 

You were never the best at running, especially not through the woods. So it is no surprise your heel snaps off causing you to trip over a small log. Your pelvis bone connects with the thick trunk, brushing your hip as your dress threatens to expose your underwear. 

A howl is heard in the distance paired with something moving through the brush at an ungodly speed, gaining on you much faster than you thought. 

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself, panting as branches seem to reach out. Their sharp, splintered claws grabbing at you and only catching your body con dress. Tearing it piece by piece, you are unsure if your faux bunny ears are still atop your head.It was unfathomable how wrong tonight had gone and how quickly. 

But then again it was Halloween and a full moon at that. They say the full moon has the power to make people act crazy and especially so on a blue moon.  Which made your panicked mind wander to the rumors about this town and what happens every blue moon. There were whispers of the older families having dark secrets. Fairy tales of beasts and mating but a second full moon in a month was so rare those murmurs and scoffs were supposed to be just that, rumors, stories. 

Not actual werewolves who couldn't control their urges during this magical event. The blue moon either filling them with unchecked rage or undeniable lust should they not take the necessary precautions. Although no one would say what exactly those precautions are. 

Your first hint about the rumors being true should have been the local news station. You thought it a Halloween prank when they advised women ages of 20 to 30 to remain indoors for tonight, to lock their windows and doors. To adorn their throats in silver to protect them from unwanted bonding. You had rolled your eyes as you got ready for your daily college classes, jumping into your black skinny jeans and blood red sweater.  

Your second hint should have been the absence of your good friend Kirishima. He always walked you to your English class since his history course was in the same building but this morning he was a no show. He didn't even respond to your texts last night asking if he wanted to go to a Halloween party with you. 

Your final hint should have been when the normally aloof, irritable and "untouchable of the big three" lab partner you had for biology growled in your direction. This would be the first thing he had said all semester.

"Don't go out tonight, got it extra?" His voice is clipped and he is acting strange, his left hand gripping onto his right forearm so harshly a bruise was beginning to bloom. You chalk it up to nerves for the upcoming exams. 

"Oh is someone gonna bite me like the news anchor said?" You giggle, turning your focus back on your work only for the professor to cancel class early. You pack your things as Bakugou sits rigid, still. He fixes you a harsh glare before he stands, pulling the strap of your purse causing you to become a little off balance.  His eyes dance over your frame, over your exposed neck but you do not notice, barely see his canines elongate as he snarls. 

"You'll wish that's all that they did." 

Looking back you wish you had noticed it before, then maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you were in now.

You burst through the trees and find yourself in a clearing. Here you would a sitting duck to whatever the hell was chasing you. Still not believing your eyes and you crossed paths with a giant wolf. Fur golden in the moon light and eyes a haunting, gut wrenching familiar red. It wasn't too long after that did it give chase. 

The howl behind you is too close for comfort as you barely have time to jump into a patch of briars and thick prickly bushes that sit on the edge of a creek. By some odd instinct you grab onto the ice cold mud and smear your arms and part of your neck with it, clenching your jaw so your teeth do not chatter. 

Suddenly a large beast bursts into the clearing, wet nose sniffing at the air and ground before it shifts in the clearing under the moonlight. It is a haunting sight. Bones snap and grind as features twist into grotesque angels until it finally forms into that handsome familiar face. The ash blonde fur retreats until it is only on the top of his head, faded beneath while the top looks finger brushed and wild. He is shirtless and his pants are torn from the calf down, the only beastly feature he keeps is the glow of his blood red eyes. You swallow, biting your lip to stop from shaking; this is not the Bakugou you knew. Not that you knew him that well in the first place but there was some power in having a crush. You had learned his mannerisms in the first year here at University, somehow always in a class with him, with one of the three legendary "heartthrobs" of the school. He was as hot headed as the rumors said and he was just as handsome if not more so. Itching for a fight and yet oddly quiet when in close proximity to you. An action you took to mean he either hated you or didn't even know you existed. 

So it's safe to say you're unfamiliar with this manic, wolfish grin. 

Feral incarnate. 

He sniffs the air. 

"Where are you little ooooonnne?" He calls cruelly, "I can smell you." 

His body goes through the motions of tensing and relaxing, another howl breaks through the eerie silence but this time much farther away. Bakugou's ears perk, his grin twisting in such a way it screams malice, unbridled rage and yet excitement. 

"You must be in your mortal heat. Guess I'm not the only one who can smell it. Didn't I tell you not to go out tonight?" His voice is dark, haunting as the wind catches down from you, carrying your scent away from him. 

"I knew your dumb ass would ignore me, I took a precaution to that and yet you didn't even bring your fucking purse?!" 

Your purse? 

Is that how that red cloth and weird silver dollar got into the bottom of your purse? 

Bakugou shifts his weight, giving his back to you as he prepares for something coming that you cannot hear. In the meantime you allow your eyes to study his physic, following his scarred back, broad shoulders all the way down to his deadly hands. One of his palms is burned in the shape of a perfect circle, you swallow thickly. The sound causes his ears to twitch and look over his shoulder, making eye contact with you through the brush. 

But he does not have time to react as a black furred beast with glowing ruby eyes jumps into the clearing. Sniffing the air wildly before baring his teeth towards Bakugou. The beast huffs and growls before finally shifting into his human form, a cold sweat settles in your bones. 

"Where the fuck is she?" You have never heard your friend use a tone so dark as Eijiro continues to pace, keeping his eyes glued to Bakugou. 

"Fuck off Kirishima, shes mine." 

"I don't see a bonding mark on her yet." Its more a feral growl than anything, "You said you didn't waste your time on mortals." 

"I fucking changed my mind. And you know why, her smell is…" He inhales deeply, testing to see how much of you can be sensed. The most he can tell is that you're close by but he cannot pinpoint you, he fights to keep his eyes from falling over his shoulders to see you. 

He's dying to know how you masked your scent without with an Alpha's pheromones or a silver piece. But that would have to wait, at least if he wanted to ensure it was his seed that stuffed you. He bites his lip, the thought sends a shiver down his spine. First he had to deal with Kirishima then he could take his time making you his. 

"Well you know how it is don't ya? Didn't know you were such a pervert, Eiji. Is that why you walked her to class? Hoping she'd make you her boyfriend or some sappy shit?" Bakugou taunts, head tilting in mock question, "Guess you can't hold back anymore can you? Dreaming about giving her your knot?" 

Kirishima bares his teeth, fighting the urge to buck at another Alpha, especially one he knows he will have to fight with full force. He opens his sharp toothed mouth to retort but yet another beast finds it's way into the clearing coming from the opposite of Kirishima but to the right of Bakugou. 

The beast looks wild, heterochromatic eyes glisten beneath the full moon as white and red fur clash all the way down his spine. A collar around his throat catches the light as a broken chain drags across the ground, there are shackles around his wrists and ankles as well. Bakugou smirks, adrenaline fueling his excitement over what is about to be a damn good fight. 

"You watchin little slut? Look at what your scent can do." He changes his stance into that of a fight, "You've got two normally non aggressive Aplahs ready to get their asses handed to them and for fucking what?"

The three of them shift their eyes and bodies this way and that before Bakugou licks his teeth.  

"God I can't wait to bury my face in that soaked pussy." He lunges, transforming mid leap into a hauntingly powerful wolf. His teeth are exposed, lip curled up in a snarl as his targets Kirishima first.  Kirishima barely shape shifts in time, pearly white teeth sink deep into his shoulder before gnashing at his throat. Deafening growls and yowling surround the clearing. Kirishima attempts to kick Bakugou off of him as they tumble closer to who you assume is Todoroki who bares his teeth. He launches himself at the other Alphas. His teeth find purchase in Bakugou's shoulder, blood staining white and blonde fur a like. There is no yelp or howl, just a stomach churning growl before Bakugou turns his attention towards the two toned wolf. Snapping his jaw as he attempts to get a grip on the chained wolf who dodges. Bakugou's teeth gleam with dripping crimson, a snarl of warning before he propels himself towards Todoroki. Sharp teeth bite at two toned fur as Shoto bares his teeth, growling, snapping his jaw at his opponent. Kirishima begins to get to his feet, limping as he avoid putting weight onto one of his front legs, crimson drips down onto the chilled dirt. He keeps his ruby red eyes on the two dancing wolves.

Bakugou strikes faster than Todoroki can dodge, and angry teeth clamp down at Todoroki's throat. The collar snaps from the force before Bakugou sinks his fangs deep into Todoroki's throat. 

An ear ringing yelp is heard as blood pools into Bakugou's stained muzzle, white fur marred in crimson as Todoroki begins to sway. As the hot head's jaw is locked onto tender flesh, Kirishima attacks. Biting at the nape of Bakugou's neck and yanking him from Todoroki with force, tossing him with ease. The light colored wolf flies into trees snapping the thick oaks as if they were twigs. Buying some time for the two injured wolves, any other alpha would have seen this as a win, knowing the two from rival families would retreat to lick their wounds. 

But Bakugou was no normal alpha. This gut clenching fight taught you as much. Todoroki struggles to keep consciousness, his throat dripping an insane amount of blood. He falls to his side huffing almost wheezing before he shifts back into human form, shackles shrinking to readjust to his wrists. Kirishima whines nudging at the unconscious, possibly dead man. All the while crimson red eyes peer through the unsettled dust before soaring through the air, landing on top of the black wolf. Pinning his back onto the ground as dark paws claw at bared teeth. Trying desperately to keep him at bay but with one fucked front paw it is a futile attempt. Quickly Bakugou overpowers him, sinking his teeth too deep into his friend's throat and keeping his muzzle there until the whining and yelping stops. Until he too shifts back to his human form. 

You fight to keep your own whimpering in, still hidden in the brush while you hoped, prayed that he somehow got disoriented. That he forgot where you were. 

His head snaps towards you, mouth dripping saliva and thick red blood. His eyes glow as his stalks closer. He stops just before the underbrush shifting back into that devilishly handsome face. He is soaked in blood, scratches line his face and chest. He wipes at his mouth but not once does his fist wipe away the cocky smile he holds. 

He scares you but what scares you most is how your body is reacting to such a gruesome sight. A muscular man dripping in sticky red, droplets tracing the outline of his abs and a smile of triumph as two people lie wounded, possibly dead behind him. It made your pussy throb, the strength, the raw need and want to win and for what? For you, for your essence and the promise of a futile womb. 

He can smell your fear as he yanks you from the bushes and thorns. 

"Don't worry, it's not my blood." He grins, pulling you closer to him as you try to push away. Just like you're trying to push away these odd feelings that swirl in your chest, in your stomach; of a weird pride and arousal. It was of no use, like pushing dead weight up a forty five degree hill, this too was a losing battle.  

"K..kirishima." Your eyes are glued to his unmoving body, causing a deep rage to form in Bakugou's chest. He grips your chin forcing you to look at him his other hand goes straight for your sex, cupping the underwear allowing his fingers to swipe over the damp fabric. 

"Don't you ever say his fucking name while you're wet for me. Got it?" His fingers are causing divots in your cheeks as you whimper from his contrasting touch. Harsh grip, soft strokes. As if reading your mind he takes a deep breath, not meaning to inhale so much of you.  

"They ain't dead, you're worth the trouble. But not that much trouble. Now focus on me." He let's go of you, drinking you in smirking when he sees your costume. Or what's left of it anyway. 

Thick irony that you would choose to be a bunny of all nights. He fingers the fake ears with earnest. 

"Fitting." He purrs before taking both of his hands to the front collar of your dress, ripping the fabric from your torso. He growls audibly mumbling to himself "Much better." As you stand with your tits exposed, your lacy underwear catching his attention beneath fishnet tights. He bites his bottom lip, pulling you to him as he buries his face into your tits. Nipping sucking and biting as he eases your buckling legs towards the ground. 

"Fuuuuck." He groans, pressing his cheek harshly against yours, trying to scent you as best he can without claiming you fully.  It's hard, fuck is it hard. It always has been, since his first class with you.  

You weren't a beta nor an omega. Hell you were of no wolf relation and yet you reeked, oozed of pheromones that drove him and apparently the others mad. He had tried to protect you, he really had, scenting a piece of an old t-shirt and even burning himself on silver. 

He wanted you, he needed you, his cock ached for you. Weeping now at your arousal making his canines ache with an even greater pain. 

But you were fucking mortal and he was betrothed. Technically all three of the aplahs in that clearing were betrothed to omegas.  It was evident your smell seduced them as well. 

He brings himself to your shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, claws, stuck halfway between human and wolf, rake down your back and ass making ribbons of the flesh. Still you moan and he occasionally swallows those whole as he kisses you. Letting you taste copper as his tongue placates yours, he subconsciously secretes soothing and lustful hormones and they are strong enough to make even you high. His hand finds your nipple and when you arch into him he loses his shit. Breaking the kiss to sniff you, nosing and biting until he finds that sweet spot. He opens his mouth, salivating at the thought as his teeth and cock beg for relief. He freezes, squeezing you to him for a moment. The action causes your ribs to creak in protest and yet you feel warm, safe. 

His mouth hovers over your pulse point, the salty sweet taste of you, breaths away from the exact spot he would need to sink his aching teeth into to make you his.  

In a quick motion and a test of will he shoves you onto your back, ripping at the fabric between your thighs after he forces your legs open. You do nothing to stop him, not that could. 

Not that you would.  

He slips his tongue between your folds and licks up, swirling the wet muscle when you buck against him. He hooks his arms around your legs gaining control over your hips and eats. 

See Bakugou is a glutton and he will not stop until he is satisfied. It would be a gift and a curse for you.  

He works his mouth against you thoroughly as the coil in your stomach snaps over and over again. Your hand fisting his hair as you cry out in hoarse gasps, legs shaking around his head, thighs squeezing his skull as he coaxes another high from you. 

Your entire body is shaking, worn out already from however long he sucked, nipped and lapped at your core. Finally he seemed to come up for air but only to watch your sex convulse. He looks up to you causing your heart to skip a beat. His hair is that much more wild, his intense gaze glowing red in the low light and his face glistens with your slick.

"Fuck!" You cry out, letting your head fall back into the ground. 

"What's wrong bunny? Can't handle a little head?" He shoves two fingers deeply into you making a come here motion. You ride another body quaking high as he tries to stretch you to accommodate him. His breathing becomes frantic, as he chases a smell you're emitting. Thrusting harshly into you as his other hand abusesyour clit until that deliciously addicting smell he's chasing crescendos. Your scream echoes in the woods as clear liquid shoots over Bakugou's forearms, all the while you held fluttering eye contact, practically melting in his hands. His fangs grow and he cannot hold himself back any longer. He shoves his pants all the way down, even off of his ankles as he sinks his lengthy girth into you in a snap of his hips. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through you like a live wire as you begin to mewl, needing him to move. 

"More, more." You whine, tears prick your eyes as he smiles a deadly smirk. 

"You're such a talkative cock sleeve. You want my knot that bad? Then take it." He thrusts into you setting a deep harsh pace. Alternating between quick succession and slow deep throats. Biting at the skin of your chest and shoulders, torturing you in such a way.  

Punishing you for being mortal. 

"Why?" It's a guttural growl as your mind is lost on another plane, "Why do you have to be mortal?" 

He emphasizes each word with a thrust of his hips earning him a lovely raspy moan from you.

"I want to...to fucking mark you.  Make you mine. The thought of any other alpha or even fucking human touching you…." His thoughts have him chasing two very dangerous highs, snapping his hips so he comes closer to your throat.  

"Please...please Bakugou." You whimpering encourages him. 

He breathes you in, tasting you without even a flicker of his tongue. Your arousal, your damp hair sticking to the column of your throat, the faint scent of your shampoo. 

Somehow he reigns himself in again. Teeth elongated enough they almost scrape your skin.  His breath comes out hot and heavy as you squirm beneath him for friction, wanting nothing more than to be filled. If he does this, if he makes you his mate, it would surely complicate everything. 

"You have to tell me you want it." He's panting, vulnerable as he looks at you, your heart shatters from the look. Deafening reason and logic as it screams how badly you want to be his and he yours. 

"Not just because it feels fucking good right now." His voice is husky, rasped as he fights the weight of his instincts, "Not because I'm fucking hot or a novelty to you mortals. If I mark you, you'll always feel something for me and vice versa. We'll be tethered and attracted to one another even if we fucking hate each other." 

Slowly you nod, again he grabs onto your chin, sliding it down to your throat as he squeezes. 

"This isn't some good acid trip, this isnt some fucking dream. You'll have to meet the elders. You'll have to deal with my ruts." Again he's panting, shaking from holding himself back, having half a mind to just kill you. Still you do not move away from his touch. 

"My jealousy. My rage. My need for territory control. I'll come home dripping in blood. I'll kill other Alpahs." He breathes your name in such a way you clench around him. He growls from the sensation. You struggle to speak beneath his grip, head floating but some how in the right spot. 

"I...I can handle it. Mark me Bakugou Katsuki. Fucking make me yours, fill me use me. Just…" He stares into your eyes until he can no longer take it. Pounding into you in a harsh pace, finally giving in  

"You'll take my knot like a good slut won't you?" His eyes watch you nod before they fall to your breasts. Watching them bounce from the force of his thrusts. His hips turn sloppy as your high builds again. You claw at his back and his smells your high as he tries to time it right. He sinks his teeth into your throat, keeping it just a hair above a marking. 

You feel a growing pressure as his tip stretches you even more until he finally sinks his teeth into you with a grown. His thrusts stuttering as hot ropes paint your walls. Your cunt flutters around it as all you can do is become limp in his grip. His arms are fully around you, his mouth still to your throat as he slowly eases up. His body giving off a bonding hormone so strong that even your moral senses can pick up on. It you drown in a high scented in spice caramel and heat.  He pants heavily, his arms shaking as he kisses you fiercely, teeth bumping into yours before he pulls back.

Weakly you claw at him to hold him as he whispers praises. He lifts you, pulling you towards his chest to keep you safe as you begin to drift. His mouth is pressed to your ear and you can hear the cocky smile in his voice. 

"Get some rest while you still can mate." His hand snakes around to your stomach, his fingers lightly caressing the skin.

"We aren't done until you're carrying my pups."

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