#yeah i probably will add to the Bitch fic

[peppermintquartz]

Everyone loves bitchy Tommy right up until the moment Buck tries to steal Tommy's tiramisu mille crepe and Tommy says "touch that and lose access to my dick for a month, Buckley"

Buck, half-disbelieving: you wouldn't dare

Tommy grabbing Buck by his chin and looks him eyeball to eyeball: fucking try me, baby

[bimbosandbubbles]

Truth or Dare?

Starring Bully Gojo and Geto

Synopsis- It’s freshmen year of college and for Gojo and Geto the year has been a little too boring—sure it’s only the first semester but c’mon it’s their first year being university students so why not make the year unforgettable? And for that reason they find themselves playing a dangerous game of truth or dare with their friends—a game that led them to YOU,their best form of oh so interesting entertainment.

Warning’s-noncon,dubcon,spitting,hair pulling,slapping,slight fingering,misogynistic behavior,filming noncon, double penetration,extreme humiliation,pussy eating,heavy degrading, creampie,breeding kink, multiple sexual scenes(not really sex happening),stalking,yandere,obsessive behaviors,thigh fucking, fatphobia,abuse of power(Gojo’s money and Geto’s connections),pussy slapping,emotional manipulation,blackmail,shoe licking,shoe fucking,extremely humiliating acts ,hairy pussy,stalking,rimming,loss of virginity,EXTREMELY SADISTIC BEHAVIOR!! TW THIS IS ALL FICTION! ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ CHUBBY READER!

Wc-7.8k(Guys I cut off 6k more words to shorten the fic😭)

“Truth or dare?”

A white haired man turns to a man with long raven black hair,"What do you think Sugu'? Truth or dare?"

The male hums in thought,"I think truth,after all it's only the beginning of the game." Snow like hair bobs in acknowledgment,"Okay,we pick truth."

A wide smirk grows on the integrators face,"How many bitches have you fucked together?" Geto chuckles,"Do you always have to be so uncouth Naoya?" The said man shrugs,"That doesn't matter,just answer the fuckin question."

Geto decides to humor the man,for his and his best friends entertainment mostly. "Gojo how many would you say?" Gojo sighs—lazily leaning his lanky yet muscled frame against the back of a beat up couch. "Since we get here...uhhh probably like four. In high school probably like six."

"You've ever filmed any of em?" Naoya asks. Geto raises a neatly done brow up,"Why are you asking?" Naoya rolls his eyes,"I'm just askin there's no real reason behind it."  Gojo looks at Geto from the side of his eye,"Sugu' it's not that big of a deal to answer. Plus it's not like we have filmed any of them."

"I guess." Mutters Geto. Gojo loudly claps his hands and paints on a goofy smile onto his face. "Anyways...Naoya truth or dare?" The man sits back in wonder before answering,"Dare."

"Okay! I dare you to call the one girl in your phone that you'd have to be paid like a million dollars to ever fuck anddddd you have to ask her to send a pic of herself." Naoya voices annoyedly,"How the hell do I get her to send a pic of herself?"

Geto smartly suggests,"Lie.Make something up." The man with highlighted hair smirks,"That shouldn't be hard. She's a dumb bitch anyways."

Naoya scrolls through his contacts list and spots a contact dubbed "Piggy." Geto and Gojo lean over his shoulders to see the view and both of them wince once seeing the name. "She's fat?" Gojo asks. Naoya snickers,"Oh fuck yeah! She's fucking big as hell! I could never stick my dick in her."

Gojo chuckles,"I couldn't fuck a fat girl,seems like too much work." Geto adds on,"Yeah they're not really my type either....there's just too much everywhere for me." Naoya agrees as he presses on the contact,"They're all usually fucking ugly anyways. So it doesn't really matter."

Noaya's fingers press on the call symbol while he lets out one final chuckle. He presses one finger to his lips,signaling the pair of friends to shut up.  The man finally calls and the phone rings three times before it finally picks up.Naoya makes sure to put the phone on speaker. "Hello?" A sleepy voice calls out. "Hello (Reader)."

"Naoya what're you calling me so late for? I thought we finished everything for the project?" Naoya rolls his eyes,"Yeah well our introduction project isn't finished yet,I still need you to do something." Geto and Gojo don't miss the biting tone he speaks to you in. "Oh um well..I'm sorry I didn't think I missed anything."

"She sounds cute." Gojo whispers in the ravenettes ear. "Mmm." Geto hums in agreement.  "Yeah you should be sorry. But luckily for you  I'm nice so I'll allow you to still do it."

"Thank you? But anyways what do you need me to do?" Naoya smiles while looking back at the men," I need a picture of you." For a moment there's static silence—a silence that's riddled with confusion. "Umm why do you need a picture of me? Our project has nothing to do with ourselves."

"It's to prove our teamwork to the professor uhh how well we got along and shit like that." It's quiet until Naoya receives a dinging notification. "There you go,bye." The phone loudly hangs up while Naoya's jaw clenches in anger. "Fucking bitch hung up before I could."

"That doesn't matter show us the pic." Gojo says impatiently. "Fineee." The male opens up his messages and soon as he does he snickers. "I don't know why she tried to send me cute a one,she looks fucking stupid." Wrong. Naoya was so fucking wrong.

You don't look fucking stupid...you look so fucking cute. Your have such a pretty face—a face that needs to be came on. Those adorable fucking pudgy cheeks are just begging to be decorated with cum. And fuck those pretty lips you got—both Geto and Gojo just wanted to stick their dicks in your mouth.

They can't even see your body in the picture but they just know it's so fuckable. What do you have a cute pudge hanging down—a pouch of flesh keeping your pussy warm? Do you have warm doughy thighs that their fingers will just sink into the moment they touch the flesh? You just look so...soft. So wonderfully soft—plenty of soft sweet palpable skin just begging to be marked by them.

But despite Gojo's and Geto's shared thoughts—the lustful and wanton thoughts they wouldn't say that they want to fuck the ever living life out of you. They wouldn't disagree with Naoya saying you look fucking stupid. They wouldn't even admit they think you're attractive. Why? Because admitting a mere few minutes ago that you wouldn't fuck a fat girl and then switching up isn't the best look.

So what do the pair say when Naoya says that? Do they disagree and defend you? Do they admit the pure desire they have to want to be inside you? No they say," You're right she looks weird,let's just move onto the next round."

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"I didn't just leave her on the frats lawn! I at least gave her some cash to get herself home." Naoya proudly states.

"Wow,Noaya thank you so much for not being the worlds biggest douche." Geto states sarcastically.

"Whatever, don't act like you two aren't assholes yourselves. You may fool a bunch of bitches but I know how you really are."  Geto peers at Gojo,the man beside him. They both give each other a knowing look—a shared thought surging through the kept gaze. A gaze that screamed,"We're aware of what dicks we can be." Huge dicks who have left girls high and dry after telling them they love them—spewing lies straight from hell just to get their cocks wet a few times.

But are they really dicks if no one really cares to point out they are? Are they really assholes when women flock towards them even though it's known they'll only use them like a human fleshlight? They could thank their good looks,popularity,and Gojo's plentiful wealth for never being confronted for just how cruel they could really be.

Geto smirks,"I guess you could say we are assholes but at least we appear to be nice ones." Gojo hums,"Mhm but anyways it's your turn to ask us."

Naoya sits there,clutching his face in devious thought. "If you guys pick dare,you won't pussy out with anything I say,right?"

"Nah as long as it's nothing too illegal." Gojo answers. "Good cause I got something in mind. Truth or Dare?" The two best friends stare at each other once more,silently agreeing on an answer,"Dare."

Naoya laughs,acting like he just had the best idea in the whole world. "You fuckers set yourself up. This is going to be sooo funny." Gojo rolls his eyes,"Yeah,yeah,just get to the damn dare."

"I dare you to fuck with little miss piggy for me." Naoya cruelly states. "That girl you just showed us?" Gojo asks."  The question had a little too much enthusiasm,too much excitement for some girl he said looked weird. Hopefully it went unnoticed by Naoya though. "Yes that bitch."

"We'll do it but lemme ask why you wanna bother her?" Geto questions. The male shrugs,"Do I need a reason? She's annoying." Geto hums,"Alright I guess that's a good enough answer. But what's on the table for fucking with her?" The white haired male perks up at that,"Ooo yeah? How much can we bother her?"

"I don't really give a shit about what you do to her. Just ruin her,make her miserable. The only thing I want is some evidence that you're doing at least something." 

Make her miserable,huh? Ruin her? Does that include every part of you? Because Geto and Gojo had something wonderful in mind...just for lil ole you.

"Oh yeah,we can definitely do that." They both remark.

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"Okay,I think this is the last book I need." You whisper to yourself. See,today is a good day! Why? Because this is the day you're almost done researching for a extremely tedious paper. That means for just a few days you wouldn't have to shove countless information down your throat anymore.

So naturally your chubby hands reaches to grab the book that's placed on the fourth shelf. Just as your finger grazed the spine of the book a tall figure grabs it from behind you. Quickly you turn and see a raven haired man,staring at the book with faux interest.

"Umm, I'm sorry I was gonna grab that...it's really important that I have it." You say politely. The male raises a thin brow,"Is it not important for me too? I might need it even more than you do." Immediately you feel yourself heat up from embarrassment," Oh no no!  I didn't mean it like that—I just really really need that book. Im so sorry if I came off uncaring."

Cute. Geto's just starting the fun with you and he already wants to stuff his dick in your mouth. You don't even need to worry about some dumb book,you could just warm his cock all day. Besides the way your dressed right now it's like you want him to tear your clothes off and fuck you. Those denim shorts that are showing off those thick thighs and that damn thin white tank top you got on really shows a lot he wants to see. The pudge of your tummy just clings to the fabric so deliciously—it's tempting so tempting for the man to just reach out and grip the pudge but he resists the urge.

But still despite how cute he finds you,he still needs to make your little life unbearable. So he says,"Well I need this book more." With that he "kindly" smiles and walks off. He leaves you there,mouth agape and eyes wide. Did he really just—DID HE JUST TAKE THE BOOK?

Angrily you call out,"Hey! I need that book." The man continues walking,ignoring you completely. With a mission you charge after the male,keeping his speedy pace until you bump right into someone. Broken from the determined haze you were just in you look and see the person you slammed into.

It's odd,you swear no one was in front of you before and then suddenly someone just came in front of you. No matter how weird it really is though,apologizing and catching up with the book thief is more important.

"Omg I'm so sorry! Are you okay! I was just in a rush—" The very tall man you just bumped into places a long finger on your lips. The sheer boldness of the action instantly shutting you up. "I don't wanna hear it. Ya know,you should definitely be more careful. People are not as nice as me."

He leans down,shortening his noticeable height ,"But since I'm sooo nice all I'm gonna ask if you to beg on your knees for my forgiveness." The hell? Who does this guys think he is? The president? You weren't gonna beg for forgiveness just for bumping into someone?! Hell no!

" Look I'm sorry, but I'm not doing all that just for bumping into you! Don't you hear how fucking crazy you sound?" You snatch his finger away from your lips and cross your arms angrily. He chuckles,"Oh so you wanna act all tough? Fine,I didn't wanna threaten you this early,that was gonna be some fun for later but since you're a lil stubborn I guess the hard way is for you."

Your brows pinch together in frustration and confusion. Who is this guy? Acting like he's all high and mighty? Can he even threaten you when he doesn't know you? Yeah,right. You're sick of this already.

You attempt to move past the male,too sick and tired of precious time being taken away from you. But you're stopped by a veiny large hand that's securely wrapped your wrist. He yanks you to his chest,"Ya know,it's not very nice to walk away while someone's talking to you.I thought you were a polite girl." His warm breath travels all the way to the back of your neck. It's oddly...intimate and sexual for someone you just encountered.

"Be a good girl and beg or else I'll get you out of this university so fucking fast and then I'll tell someone in every single university in the radius you're a fucking cheat. I can go even farther than that if that doesn't scare you enough." He mutters. Chills run across your spine—it's scary,the threat,it holds so much weight but no way some guy you just bumped into has the power to do that,right?

"Y-You can't do that!" The exclamation is a unsteady one,you yourself not even believing that. For some reason this stranger just oozes so much effortless authority—so much power that's unexplainable. It's confusing but still it instills some type of fear in you. "Oh can't I?" His tone is cocky—assured fully in just what exactly he's capable of. Scary—it's scary how confident he's in ruining your educational career.

"Are you taking me a little serious now,hmm? Do you think you should take my good grace and get on your knees already?" It's no big deal,right? If you just get on your knees now,you'd probably never see the man again. This university is big and no way the man would make an attempt to find you—a complete stranger.

Would a little humiliation be so bad if you never see him again? "Are you? Or are you gonna just stand there like an idiot?" Nervously you gulp before facing the man and sinking down to your knees. As you level yourself at his feet you can't help but stare at the rich brown leather that his shoes are made of.

You look up at him and instantly Gojo's glad he chose to his dark sunglasses today. He could feel his pupil dilate as soon so you kneeled for him. Everything about you looked sooo good on your knees—those pretty lips parted slightly because of nerves—your thick thighs squishing together and fuck those gorgeous tits that are just peeking out of your tank top,just begging to be fondled with his big hands.

"Are you gonna start begging or do I gotta force your mouth to move too?" You shake your head no and gulp down a lot of pride and self respect. "Please uhhh—" you pause to search for the man's name. "Gojo. It's Gojo."

"Gojo,please forgive me. It was a mistake and I'm so so sorry." You think your apology is good enough but what you think isn't always right. The man scoffs as a big hand completely palms the whole crown of your head—pushing your body to bend straight down. The tip of your nose kisses the carpeted floor of the library.

" Ah,ah, You're supposed to lean all the way down like a good girl,yeah? Now do it again." Your clammy and stubby hands angrily and tearfully grip the fine hair of the carpet. This is just so...humiliating it hurts every ounce of self respect you have contained in your body.

"Gojo,please forgive me. I'm so sorry." He hums and places his large hand on your head,"I forgive you...for now." With that the man removes his hand and quickly announces his exit. "Thank you for the apology,don't be so clumsy next time."

You watch as his long limber legs make their way farther and farther away from you. Your nose still kisses the carpet—a reminder of the humiliation that was just acted on by the man casually strolling away. The humiliation being so damn demeaning you no longe care for retrieving your much needed book back.

But it would be okay,right? It would be okay cause you'll never see Gojo again. You haven't seen him before and you won't see him again.

You could just move on from this right? Is the thought you have as your eye stay trained on his brown leather shoes.

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Have you ever been more more wrong before? So irritatingly wrong?

Because both the mysterious man who unfortunately learned is Geto, and Gojo from the library have not left you alone since.

Everywhere you go there they are! Always calling you mean names,like slut or whore. Always taking away your stuff away from you. Always threatening you. And worse—always finding you.

And that is the exact reason why you're stuck between the two—pushed against a random wall in a hallway. "You wanna runaway from me and Geto,some more? Huh,(Reader)?"

You shake your head rapidly and squeak as Gojo's large hand reaches out and grips your tucked pudge that's hidden well within the high waisted material. "D-Don't grip me like that!" You squeak. "Like what? Like a slut? Cause you are a little slut." Gojo remarks.

"I'm not a slut!" Your words are met with chuckles,true genuine laughter for something that wasn't even a joke. "Mmm then why are you always with those lil dorks after hours? You prolly let them cum in you. You prolly let them spit in your pussy and mouth,don't you slut?"

You start to tear up and resist Gojo's grip but it only gets tighter. "Maybe you wouldn't see me hanging out with my friends if you guys weren't always stalking me! Just leave me alone! You don't even know me! I've never even done anything to you!"

"You think we're stalking you? You think we're genuinely interested in someone like you?" Geto chuckles. "Yeah,we know you're a little slow but to think that is on another level of delusion."  Gojo adds. Liars,the both of them know that they're watching you. Keeping tabs on every single move you make,every person you talk to,every time you go out,anything—just so they know when to strike. They told themselves it's not cause they like what they do to—they don't like seeing you beg and plead,they don't like humiliating to the brink of tears—absolutely not. Liars.

"Oh and you've never done anything to us? Hmm,I can remember you fighting for that book pretty hard. I think you may have pushed me,right Gojo? You saw her push me?" Gojo hums,"Hmmm,yeah I swear I saw her. She was so mean to you. And not to mention she didn't even wanna apologize to me for rudely bumping into me."

"What the fuck??! I didn't even push him! I know for a fact I didn't! And last time I checked you just randomly popped up and bumped into me!" You make sure to face backwards and points towards Gojo. "Ah,Ah she's got a little potty mouth,doesn't she Gojo?"

"Mhm,that's not very ladylike (Reader)." Gojo says. "We can't have that,can we?" Behind you the white haired male shakes his head. Gojo's lengthy fingers dig into your tummy even more,sinking the dull tips of his nails deeper.

"You should learn not to talk like that but don't worry Gojo and I will help you learn,m'kay?" How? How—can someone look so kind,so calm while plotting to do something humiliating to you? It doesn't' matter how or why because Geto is still standing over you—kind smile and welcoming eyes gently intimidating you.

"So,open your mouth like a good girl for me and say ahh!" Geto demands. You shake your head no and quickly tuck your lips together. He tuts—disapproving of your stubbornness. "You wanna make it hard for yourself—Fine be that way then. But you will open your mouth for me."

Geto's relative distance to you shortens as he walks closer and closer to you—pushing your body against Gojo's even more. "Gojo pull up her shirt."

"No—NO! D-Don't!" You thrash against Gojo but once more he tightens his grip on your pudge. "You should've listen to Sugu the first time." Gojo mutters as he lifts up your shirt revealing a pastel pink bra. The glasses adorning man whistles,"Is that lace? Who are you wearing that for? Hmm? Is it for me and Sugu,little slut?"

"N-No!" You whimper. "Oh so it's for somebody else?" Geto asks. "No." You reply back. "Mmm so you're wearing something"—Geto's large hand reaches to pinch the strap of the bra—"this pretty just for no one to see it? I don't believe that."

"I think just for her lying you should give her double punishment." Gojo encourages. "Yeah? I think so too. Lil slut won't learn if we aren't a little hard on her."

"Gojo make her open her mouth." Geto says as if they share the same brain—having the same thoughts riddling their in synced minds. Long fingers trace their way down your tummy,teasing the beginning of where your high waisted pants start until finally a loud gasp collapses off your tongue when they're pulled down—revealing the smooth fat that rests on your middle.

You think he's gonna start groping your boobs but instead the pale hands begin gripping your tummy—kneading the skin oh so well that his fingers mush into it. "Oh!" You gasp. And it's cute ,so cute that Gojo's dicks throbs in his loose fitting jeans. Would you make that noise when he puts it inside you? When he makes you swallow his spit? How about when he makes you hump his big thigh while in public?

Gojo's taken away from his thoughts once he hears Geto's familiar voice. "Mmm you got her to open her mouth." Geto hums in approval,"Look at how good her mouth looks open. I think she really is a little slut."

The black haired man pulls your cheeks apart and sticks his middle appendage in your mouth—your tongue crashing against the skin like a giant wave. "Mhmpp!" You move against Gojo once more,droplets of salty tears starting to pour out of you. "Shhh don't fight...take your punishment."

You watch in horror as Geto puckers his lips and translucent liquid drips down his lips—realizing that his lips start getting closer and closer to you.

Until finally you feel wet—degrading liquid coat your lax tongue. The cool saliva coats your mouth,traveling the whole expanse of your open cavern.

"Swallow." You know it's not a question or even a pushy request—it's a command. A reminder that you're under their thumbs like a mouse who's constantly running away from a cat. It's sickening so sickening—so beneath you to be treated like an object yet you find yourself swallowing your pride and gulping down the spit.

"Good whore." Geto mutters. His long finger pops against your inner cheek as he takes it out of your mouth. He pats your chubby cheek and wipes your saliva on your half exposed chest.

"Mmm this kinda bored me." Gojo remarks. Geto hums and backs away from you,"Yeah this pig is kinda not entertaining me anymore. Wanna get something to eat?"  The tall man that was positioned behind you snakes his to way over to  Geto.

Leaving you to watch as they casually saunter off but Gojo suddenly stops his big strides. "Oh and (Reader),"his tones lowers a bit—scarily so,"don't let us see you hanging out with those guys again. Or we'll actually do something to you."

You stand there in shock—shirt ridden up to your chest and pants flashing bits of your panties. Gojo smiles at you,but it's not a pleasant one—a smile that makes you want to run and hide. They both continue walking and you watch,counting and waiting the steps to see if they're far enough so you can quietly sob.

The moment they get far enough you slide down the cool wall and break out in a array of tears. All you can think is why you? What'd you ever do to anyone to have your life be meddled with so cruelly?

WHY YOU?

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"I regret not taking pics." The white haired man pouts. Geto chuckles," There's always next time."

"But she only looked like that awhile ago. Her bra looked so pretty that day. I wished I filmed her swallowing your spit. She looked so fucking cute Sugu...I just wanna stick my dick in her mouth. I wanna make her embarrassed like that again,so fucking bad."

The male smiles amusedly at his friends whines,however he feels the same,he wishes to see you like that all over again. "I think we should  give her a visit soon. We haven't seen her in like what two weeks?" Geto and Gojo knows that's not true,they have seen you actually but you haven't seen them. They always check up on you at certain points during the day—making sure you're listening to them about the people you're hanging out and it makes them so damn proud when they see you alone and avoiding all your male friends. You're such a obedient girl.

"Oh thank God! This time I actually wanna do something with her,I've been thinking about what she feels like. And I want you to film it. "

Gojo says enthusiastically. "What do you have in mind?" The bright blue eyed man smiles widely,"You'll see."

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"(Reader) are you sure you don't wanna come and watch a movie with us?" The kind voice halts your motions of packing up for the day.

"Nah,I'm sure. I'm gonna catch up on homework so I need the extra time." You explain with a smile. "Alright,but text me if you change your mind. The movie doesn't start for a few more hours."

You nod and wave as your kind classmate walks out the door. You're about done packing up until your trusty mechanical pencil begins rolling down the rows and isles of the seats.

"Dang it." You sigh and annoyedly crouch down—following the pencils straight arrow path. You take tiny steps in order for your bigger body to keep up with the quick pace of the rolling writing device.

Finally it stops at the third row—leaning against the leg of a mahogany chair. You bend down to get it with a smile etched on your face but as you reach to grab it a hauntingly familiar brown leather shoe is planted in front of you.

Suddenly you forget to breath—fear and anxiety grasping the natural function away from you. That same fear making you incapable of looking up to see intimidating bright blue irises.

It's quiet—too quiet and that's what makes it worse for you. You feel like prey—being teased,chased,stalked on, by two superior animals who are waiting to take the final kill.

"Do you wanna stay there on your knees for me or are you gonna greet me?" Jolly is the only way you can describe Gojo's voice—which makes his words only 10x times worse to hear. Ever since you encountered him in the library and attempted to forget him all you got was all too much of him. After the incident you've constantly been hearing about the "Great Gojo", the impossibly handsome trust fund baby of the university. The Gojo who's cute and loud and funny—it makes you wish you knew him due to different circumstances so you could admire him just like everyone else.

No,you had to remind yourself that this isn't the case. Instead you'd get bullied and assaulted by him and his friend Geto.

"Hello?? Is anyone there?" Gojo bends down and prods at your forehead,roughly poking it. "Do you think she heard me Sugu?" Gojo asks. "I dunno let's see." Geto's large hand suddenly rushes to your face and grips the warm flesh together. Both of the handsome men sneer at you and condescendingly share a glance with one another.

"I think someone is home but they're too shy to answer."  Geto peers down at you before he whispers,"Shhh it's okay,me and Toru just missed you so much. We just need you to be good for us,m'kay?"  You look up at him with wonder—confused by the oh so sweet tone of his voice. It almost makes you feel safe and cared for—almost is the keyword here. Because in only a few seconds your hair is suddenly yanked,having long fingers tangled in it. "I expect an answer when I say anything to you." Geto grunts into your ear.

"Y-Yes!" You whimper out. A warm wet kiss is placed on your chubby cheek as the black hair

man praisingly remarks,"Good job!" 

"Since you're gonna be for good for Gojo and me I want you to do something, okay?" You nod and mumble a fearful okay. "Good,now take off your panties and give them to Gojo."

You gulp down a wad of spit as you nervously and shamefully stand up and start quickly sliding off your panties. By the time you get the plain white cotton undies to your ankles Gojo's expectant hand is waiting for you—and like he was expecting you hand the worn material to him.

He places the pair of panties into his pocket and grins at you happily.  

Geto's voice rings out,"Now get on his shoe." Snapped out of your fearful daze you yell,"WHAT? I'm not doing that! That's so gross and unsanitary." Gojo pouts,"What's wrong with my shoe? It's not good enough for you?"

"No! That's so gross! No way in hell am I doing that!" You attempt to stand up right and walk away from the pair but a large hand pushes you back down. The force of the body part making you whimper by the sheer power. "Nu uh Geto already filmed you taking off your panties for me. If you walk away we'll have no choice but to show everyone at this university what a dirty slut you are. How would you like that,hmm?"

You mouth flaps open in shock,since when did Geto have a chance to do that?? When did he even take out his phone? You turn and there you see the cellular device pointed right at you. You thought you were screwed then but now...they actually have something way worse to use against you.

Gojo smiles at your realization," So now are you gonna put that pussy on my shoe?" You look up at him and defeatedly turn to still see that Geto's filming and you simply just give in.

You waddle closer to Gojo's foot and set your bare pussy on the rich material—the thick pubes on your mound making contact with the shoe. You can't help but gasp by how cool it feels,it feels new,almost good.

"Move." Gojo says. You look up at the man and gasp once you see and hear how different he looks. His voice sounds less high—lacking the usual teasing and playful tone he talks in. And his eyes—his normally bright blue eyes are now toned down,muddled with dark lust and eagerness.

Your clit bumps and grinds on the expensive laces as you try to set a pace on your own. You huff and whine at the oddly good sensation.

You lean your face on Gojo's pants,slightly biting into the material to hush down your pleasured noises. It feels good because it's so degrading and so wrong—yet you can't deny how wet begin to you feel the more you thrust against the man.

"Mmmf!" Is the noise you're making as you hide your face into his legs,teary eyes closed in hated bliss and ashamed mouth taut open in pleasure. How disgusting you are—enjoying fully how good this is making you feel. You're riding a man's shoe for gods sake, but you can't bring yourself to care anymore. Not when your poor hole is opening and closing for nothing. Not when you you can feel four eyes staring at you get yourself off.

"Look at you,such a fat slut. And you tried to act like you didn't want me and Sugu's attention. Dirty slut." You hear a wet noise of Gojo's mouth right before warm hot spit lands on your forehead. You go to wipe it away but Geto's hand grips your wrist,"Don't,you'll ruin your pretty face. Leave it."

You nod and silently gasp once you see the angry bulges of the two men. It makes you even wetter once you see how aroused this made them. Geto seems to noticed your focus gaze,"Aww do you wanna actually see some dicks in real life? Hmm,is that what you want whore?"

Your mouth almost forms the word yes until you remember these men aren't some friends with benefits or boyfriends—no they're bullies who enjoy seeing you struggle. So with that reminder you shake your head no and go to hide your face in Gojo's leg only to feel a hot sting run across your plump cheek. "Liar. Gojo get her off your foot. I'm gonna show her something."

"Aww but I was enjoying watching her! At least let her clean the mess up." Geto rolls his eyes,"Alright,make it quick." Gojo smiles happily before he peers down on you,"Lick." He's not specific because you already know what he wants you to place your tongue on. You stare down where you placed your cunt at and feel grossed out. However,you know one way or another you're going to have to lick his shoe. And you'd rather not get another burning slap from Geto.

So you prod your tongue out,lapping at your own juices placed on the man's costly shoe.

You taste yourself and the taste of oddly wood like leather. It taints your palate,making you scrunch your face in distain as you finish the task. You look up at Gojo and he seems so enthralled—his chest is heaving and his pink lips are slightly agape in surprise? You can't tell but he just looks so fascinated by you. "Wow,you really are a slut." He breathlessly chuckles.

"Mmm,she really is. Anyway take her to the desk Gojo,make sure she's bent over."  Without warning Gojo pulls you by your underarms and walks you to the desk. He pushes you down onto it,his hand presses down on your roll adorned back to keep your stomach flat against the desk. You feel him move from behind you,changing his position to be in front of you.

Suddenly you feel a warm hand graze against your dimpled ass—long fingers sinking into the supple flesh. "Now since you wanna lie and act like a fucking prude Imma make you see how badly you want our dicks."

For a few seconds you're left waiting to see what happens. It's suspenseful so suspenseful that you're even staring at Gojo in anticipated wonder. THACK! Is all Gojo hears along with a pained cry.Hot tingles flows though out your pussy—burning sensation fleeting in the wet organ.

"That's what happens when you're not being honest. Your lil pussy gets punished. If you want it stop I just need you to be honest with me. Say you want our dicks inside you."

Your bottom lip trembles pathetically,"I want your dicks inside me." Another harsh slap rains down on your cunt. "Again! You're not saying it like you mean it." This time you force your voice to be louder,"I want your dicks inside me!" Geto leans forward until his warm breath can be felt on your face and his big hand yanks your head back. "Now look at the camera and say you want our dicks inside you."

You defeatedly look up at the iPhone camera held in Gojo's large hands,"I want your dicks inside me!" Geto let's go of your hair and stands straight,"Good cause we're gonna give it to you." Two hands spread your thighs open and something large and veiny fills the empty space between them. "But you don't deserve any dicks inside you yet. You should've been honest the first time."

Geto grabs your supple waist and grips your tummy from below—with a snap of his hips he's brushing his cock against your inner thighs. Each thrust his rough and fast paced,forcing your head to bob up and down the desk. The graze of his dick against your throbbing clit pulls occasional whimpers and whines from your lips.

On the other side of desk Gojo unbuttons his pants—pale fingers rubbing against the expanse of his tight briefs. "Touch it." Gojo demands. You look up at him as you reach and feel the constant pulse of his cock. It's warm,so warm that the heat is comforting to your whole body in the cool lecture room.

You cup the thick shape protruding from the pure white material and start moving up and down. Gojo pushes himself into your hand—his once opened eyes closed in pleasure. The camera continues to peer down at you as your lays lip on his covered cock."S-Shit pull em down." The camera continues to peer down at you as your lays lip on his covered cock.You obey the pleading man,gripping the beginning of his underwear until his oozing cock is revealed.

A gasp falls from your lips at the sheer beauty of it. You stare points blank at his pre cum ridden tip that's oh so rosy. Your thumb finger graces the slit—going up and down on it,feeling his dick get harder and harder. Though, before you can really get a good grip on it one hard thrust from Geto pulls you away from him.

"Aww Sugu...you messed her up." Gojo whines. "Calm down you can use another part of her in a little bit. Switch spots with me." Gojo huffs but obeys Geto. The white haired places his still filming phone onto the desk. The ravenette ends up in front of you,his girthy dick resting on the desk right next to your face. "Have you sucked dick before you?" Geto asks. "N-No." You quietly reply.

"Mmm,of course you haven't. What loser would wanna get sucked off by you?" Liar. Geto's been dreaming of having those pretty lips surround his cock—of slapping your face and cradling those chubby cheeks you have on you. Choking you with his dick while you're all teary eyed and begging for air. But he doesn't hate you,no not at all,this was just a dare that he's happening to be enjoying.

So since it's your first he's gonna go easy on you. "Wait does that mean you've never been fucked before?" Gojo says excitedly. "Mhm." The confirmation makes Gojo's and Geto's dick jump. This is great! No one's been inside before so that really means you're really all theirs,their personal fuck toy who's only been fucked by them. After months of planning how they're gonna pop up into your life and destroy what you've known before,they're finally getting award.

"But that means I gotta stretch you out first,huh?" Gojo dejectedly says.  "I know just the way." Gojo sinks down go to his knees and pulls your waist closer to him. You feel cool air fan your warm pussy.  Lanky fingers spread your lips apart,pulling the coarse pubes away from the another. The sheer slick of your pussy laying and slicking them down to the mound.

"You surprisingly have a real pretty pussy. It's perfect for taking dick. Too bad no one else is really gonna want it." Untrue,Gojo really wants it. He's been wanting it since Naoya showed that picture to him. He's been craving the feeling of sinking into you and fulling you up. Craving to grip your round tummy as he pounds into you,drilling every single last sperm into you.

A long wet tongue licks the expanse of it,the sensation draining a surprised whine from you. "Mmm, while he warms you up Imma give you a lesson on how to suck." Geto leans down so his face his leveled with yours. He grabs Gojo's phone and points it towards him and you. He points out his index and pointer finger,pressing the digits against your lips. "What I want you to do is ease these into your mouth,okay?"

You nod and your mouth drops open as you feel Gojo's long tongue dig into your cunt. "Mmmf!" You whine.  You attempt to only take the tips of Geto's fingers but you rush them into your mouth as you feel more pleasure. Geto roughly taps your face,"I said ease,don't take it all in." You look up at him and just suck on the tips of his fingers. "Good girl,like that until I say so."

Gojo releases his tongue from your hole,instead prodding into your entrance with his fingers. He slips one in and then two,slowly scissoring you open with each curl of his fingers. Geto pushes more of his fingers into your mouth,almost reaching the back of your throat. You gag and attempt to move away from him only to have your head held in place. "Stay. Breath through your nose."

Taking his advice,you hurriedly stable your breathing. Your eyes bubble with tears and your face contorts in uncomfortableness.  Finally you're full of relief once Geto slides his fingers out of your mouth. "Good. I think you're ready for the real thing now,huh?"

"Y-Yes." Geto smiles,"Good slut,you learn so fast. You're meant to be a whore for us." Gojo pulls his fingers from your entrance. Geto faces the camera directly on you,"Are you ready to be fucked?" You look up at the camera—flashes of all the treatment you've endure from these two,constant examples of cruelty for no reason course through your memory's, yet you want so badly to mutter the words yes please.  You want to be fucked by them,want to know what it's like to have someone inside you.

"Please." Pathetic,weak but you don't care. You've given in one last time and your decision is rewarded with a almost loving kiss from Geto.  Gojo practically mounts you as he rests his muscular chest on you,he plants a kiss on the back of your neck that could be seen as a sweet praise or an apology for what he does next.

Without a single warning Gojo sheaths himself in you. You scream and writhe against the wooden desk but Gojo grips your violent body. "It's okay,just take it. Take it."

"I think it's my turn now." Geto looks down at you right before he plunges his cock into your mouth. Your eyes widen and you don't have time to process what's even happening. All you can do it feel. Feel the slowly pleasurable feeling inside your pussy and feel Geto's thick dick go in and out of your mouth.

The more you begin to feel the better all the overstimulation is. Suddenly Gojo's downright stretch feels so fucking wonderful as thrusts in you. Geto grips onto your hair,guiding your face to go deeper on his dick. "F-Fuck,good slut. Good whore. Imma cum if you keep letting me fuck your face like this."

Minute after minute,you can't catch a break. Not when Gojo's snaps his hips into you like a animal. Like he's so desperate to stay in you—drowned in the utter wet and warmness you offer him. "Good girl,good girl! This pussy feels good! So good!" The blue eyed man babbles.

You feel your oxygen slowly leave you and you roughly tap on Geto’s legs. He frees himself of your mouth and instead busies himself with slapping his heavy cock onto your face as you catch your breath. You can’t even do that though because Gojo reaches from under you and rubs your clit with a passion.

Moan upon moan leaves your mouth,like a broken record playing over and over again. Your song is becomes muffled once Geto finds his cock in your slack mouth. You quiver underneath Gojo as you feel a hot feeling tingle with in you.

You were gonna cum,so soon. With three snaps of Gojo hips you come undone and you begin to lose feeling everywhere. You feel like a lifeless fuckdoll,just a cocksleeve for Gojo and Geto’s dicks.

Gojo feels you cum and groans,”Shitttt I’m close.” Although Geto doesn’t agree verbally his thrusts in your mouth become more hurried and desperate. In and out is all you can feel.

It feels like hours of tortuous pleasure. A sick sadistic game being toiled onto your body. But it ends once hot,warm fluid courses in your walls. “Mmmmmm!” Is all the men can hear from you. Gojo pulls out and Geto pulls one last thrust into your mouth before he cums all the way down into your throat.

He grips his dick and slides it out. You hurry to swallow his seed and almost choke due to the quickness.

It’s quiet throughout the big classroom,only heavy breathing being heard. Geto looks down at you having Gojo’s phone in hand and travels the entirety of your body. He finally tosses it to him and the man catches it quietly.

Geto bends down so he’s once again on your level,”I’m telling you this now and I want you to know I mean it. You,your body,everything that makes you a person belongs to us.” Each word is said with such powerful emphasis that all you can do is silently agree.

An agreement that leads you down a interesting path with the pair.

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From a game of truth and dare,to bullying,to becoming fond of you ,all the way to fucking you every single day,to adorning you with the proper title of their girl.

The two have learned some truth from a juvenile game. They learned that they’ve should’ve never met you,should’ve never crossed paths with you because now they’re completely and utterly infatuated with you. Even if they cover it up with insults and threats,they’d go crazy if other people had you like how they have.

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HOME- An S.Coups Fic

Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader

Genre: Comfort, Scoups savings the day

Synopsis: you’ve never had an issue with hiding your relationship with Seungcheol but he does when your ex gets a little too close.

A/N: me being completely WHIPPED for Choi Seungcheol. This is my first Seventeen Fic so I hope you enjoy��

The SVT men’s POV here

The car ride home/Epilogue here

Sitting at dinner with your friends from your home town whom you haven’t seen since you moved almost a year ago. You glared at your so called best friend; Tori, she raised her eyebrow at you in question. You cut your eyes to the man sitting beside you, a little too close for comfort. Your ex, who you were not told was coming on this trip smiles at you. You force a smile and turn to glare at your friend. “Your hairs longer.” He said twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Yeah hair grows out in a year.” You mumbled pulling your head away. “How do you like living in Seoul?” Another friend asked. “I love it, I love the fast pace and the friends I’ve made are incredible, learning the language was a hard start but you pick it up fast.” You friend scoffs, “tell us more about this boyfriend of yours? We don’t even know his name.” You smile as Cheols face fills your mind, “he’s amazing,I’m sorry he couldn’t be here tonight.” You missed your best friend roll her eyes. You jump feeling a hand brush your thigh, grazing the skin where your dress ends. You look over and find your ex smirking at you, shoving his hand away. “Stop.” You said quiet enough to not draw attention. He chuckled and leans back and your friends pepper you with more questions.

A while later you’ve had enough of the constant touches and sly comments from your ex. You excuse yourself and walk towards the bathroom pulling your phone out pressing the first contact in your recents, “Choi Seongcheols phone, the other love of his life speaking!” Rings out as Jeonghan; you and Cheols best friend answers, his voice bringing you small amount of comfort.” Hannie,-“ you are quickly cut off.” Y/n, why are you being such a bitch tonight.” You mute Jeonghan and turn towards your old friend, “excuse me?” You ask, “you are being so rude to him, bringing up a boyfriend that probably doesn’t even exist, you broke his heart and then fled the country. Give him a break.” You laugh, though there’s no humor behind it. “I broke his heart, he cheated on me. He needs to get over it. It’s the consequences of his actions.” You add, “and you asked about My love life. I told you already I was seeing someone. You chose to do that.” You snapped back. “Oh please, we both know you don’t actually have a boyfriend. You just want to make it seem like you have it together over here. When clearly you are losing it.“ Tori scoffs, you roll your eyes, “Fuck you.” Tori’s jaw drops a little, stunned by your reaction. “You’ve turned into a real bitch since you moved. You never use to treat me this way.” You rolled your eyes, “I apologize that me no longer being a push over inconveniences you.” She stomps by and you let out an exhale before turning your attention back to the phone call. “Y/n” Jeonghan started, “please come get me.” You sigh into the phone. “CHEOL” you hear another friend yell, Joshua by the sounds of it. “Where are you?” He asked as you hear shoes being thrown on. The voice of your boyfriend coming to life in the background. “Baby? What happened?” He ground out, worry laced in his words. You heard the car door shut, multiple voices pilling in. “Her friends are dicks, did they tell you your ex was going to be here.” Jeonghan said gruffly. “No.” your voice said shakily. “He won’t stop making comments and- touching me.” You add quieter. You hear an exhale and know it’s Cheol. “He touched you?” A deeper voice asked kindly but you can hear the venom that’s not normally there, Wonwoo. “I’m interrupting guys night, I’m so sorry.” You apologized when you processed all the voices you had heard. “Don’t you dare apologize for calling me when you need me baby.” your boyfriend exclaimed, “We’re five minutes away y/n. We’ll see you soon.” Jeonghan calls to you before the call ends.

You put on a brave face and walk back to the table. Your ex takes him time racking his eyes over you, bile rising in your throat. But your old friend was right, you had changed since you moved. You were no longer timid and shy. Being best friends and dating the leader of Seventeen will do that to a person. Hard to be scared when 13 guys have your back, the few men on their way proving that point. You never told your friend you were dating Cheol, she was a fan and you didn’t need the rumors starting, you had been very careful with your relationship. Only Pledis and your families knew. And yet here he comes to rescue you, the guilt of what this will publicly do starts the make you panic. Worsening as you sat down, your exes hand came down on your thigh. You shoved him off, “do not touch me.” You stated. Loud enough for the three others to hear. He laughed, “there’s no harm in it y/n.” You glare at him, “there is when I said stop. Multiple times now.” Your other friends chuckle, “yall bicker like a married couple.” Tori says with a smile. “It’s not bickering when he crosses boundaries.” You snap. You look into the reflection of the mirror on the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when you see the familiar black car of your boyfriend pull up. Your grin falters when you feel the weight of a hand on your thigh again. You shove him hand off and onto the table, not even thinking before grabbing the steak knife as well. Stabbing it into the table between his fingers. “Touch me again and it’ll go through your hand.” Venom dripped from your voice, your exes face turned sour, his hand rearing back before it was caught in a thigh grip. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Cheol spat, shaving him away from you. Tori gasped when she realized who was behind you, his hand out reached for you to take. You grabbed your purse and slid your hand into his, pulling you gently to your feet, you looked behind him to find Jeonghan standing behind Cheol, Joshua, Wonwoo and Mingyu standing a few feet away. A hard look on their faces, “please take her to the car.” He called back, you walked towards your friends, smirking at Cheols dominance. You made it to the door of the restaurant when you turned back, Cheol leaning down saying something to your old friends making their faces pale. He straightened up, face hard but completely melting into a soft smile for you. Taking your hand and leading you to the car, putting the restaurant and your old friends in the past.

A/n: sooo I might post a pt2 of some sorts. Maybe from Jeonghan’s POV but I hope you enjoyyy

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Floored Decisions | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Author's note: Yeah, I'm back, bitch! Just for one short little fic, though. So, I hope this scratches your Spencer itch.

Words: 1,293

It had been a long and exhausting day. My boss was being the worst, my mailbox had absolutely exploded and customers were just being bitter. I was glad to walk through the doors of my apartment that I shared with my boyfriend, Spencer. 

The apartment was dark and cold. It saddened me to see that I had come home to an empty place, having hoped that Spencer had come back from his job before I had. I craved his embrace, his honey eyes shimmering with excitement when he told me about his day. He had been gone for five days straight, and I had missed him for every second that had passed without him. 

I kicked off my shoes, turned on the cozy lights and turned on the heat before heading into the bedroom where I changed into sweatpants and a sweater that still smelled like him. Then, I turned on the music and made a beeline towards the kitchen where I poured myself a generous glass of rosé and started on tonight’s dinner. 

“There’s a fire starting in my heartReaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark,” I sang along to the song playing from my iPod in the stereo’s dock. 

It took a few moments before I could put the dish in the oven, but then I had a good twenty minutes time for the cheese to melt. I cleaned up the mess I had made and then laid down on the cool tile in the kitchen. It was something Spencer and I often did. After tough cases or whenever we needed a moment to reconnect, we laid down on our backs and chatted until we felt okay. 

Our best decisions were made on this very floor. 

He had asked me to move in on this very floor. 

“You tired?” I asked him, lying on my side to face him. 

My index finger stroked from his forehead to the bridge of his nose as he hummed, keeping his eyes closed. “It was a pretty harrowing case,” he said before opening one eye to look at me. The teeniest, sweetest smile curled his lips upwards. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Spencer grabbed my wrist and kissed the palm of my hand. “The victims all kind of looked like you,” he whispered and placed my hand on his own cheek, needing to feel my skin on his, needing to feel close. “It kinda scared me to think of losing you.” 

Rubbing his cheek with my thumb, I leaned down to kiss his lips briefly. “You could never lose me,” I whispered. “Because you always protect me.” 

Spencer smiled before kissing me again. “I love you, you know that?” 

“I do,” I replied, then kissed him again. “But I love hearing you say it.” Another kiss. “I love you, too.” I then retracted from him and started to get up. “I better get going, let you get to sleep.” 

Spencer followed my example as I put my used wine glass in the sink. When I turned back around, he was behind me and locked me against the sink. His hands were on either side of me, leaning against the kitchen unit. 

“Please, stay,” he whispered and kissed my lips, then kissed my neck. 

I let out a giggle, tangling my fingers in his hair before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bedroom, but he stopped me near where we had been lying before. Without saying a word, he laid down again, pulling me with him. 

As he laid on his back, I placed my head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close to his body and kissing my head repeatedly. “Can we stay like this forever?” I asked, snuggling further into his chest. 

Spencer was silent for a moment before saying, “We can – and we should.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“Move in with me.” 

As Kelly Clarkson’s “Since U Been Gone” blasted through the speakers and I sang along quietly, Spencer’s tall frame suddenly came into vision. I probably hadn’t heard the key in the door over the music, yet I didn’t jump when he was suddenly in front of me. 

“You doing okay there, Angel?” he asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

I hummed and watched as he kicked off his shoes, put his satchel on the dining room table and loosened his tie before he joined me on the floor. With a grin, I turned my head towards him and pecked his lips. 

“I’ve missed you,” I told him. 

Spencer smiled back and placed his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb across the apple. “I’ve missed you, too.” 

From the way he turned to face the ceiling again and the deep sigh that followed, I knew he’d had a terrible five days. Being in his line of work, I supposed he never really had a ‘good day’ at work. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I questioned without turning my head. 

“No,” he answered, his voice just above a whisper. 

I reached for his hand and laced my fingers through his. “Do you want to talk about something else?” He simply hummed his response. “Okay, how about you told your coworkers you wanted to get married without consulting me about it?” 

It was true. Penelope had sent me a few wedding dress stores in the neighborhood without any context. When I asked what she was doing, she had told me how Spencer had been talking about marriage to his coworkers, something we had only talked about once, ages ago. 

Spencer chuckled. “I’m sorry, Angel –” he whispered, though from the way his eyes sparkled, I could tell he wasn’t really sorry. “We had been talking about marriages and divorce rates and when Morgan asked me if I wanted to get married, I told him that I did. I-I didn’t mean I wanted to get married, like soon, I-I meant I–” 

Kissing him on the lips, I shut him up swiftly. “Maybe we should,” I told him. 

“What?” 

“I wanna marry you, too, Spence,” I stated and stroked back the dark blonde curl out of his face. “When Penny sent me those wedding dress stores, I-I started browsing and I just…” I sighed before continuing, just above a whisper as though I was sharing a secret. “I saw it, Spence. I saw me in one of those dresses, and I saw you, handsome as always, in a tux, at the altar. I saw it… I saw the rest of our lives together.” 

A single tear rolled off Spencer’s cheek as he smiled. “Is this your way of asking me to marry you, Angel?” 

A nervous buzz rushed through my body. For a split second, I was scared of answering his question, but then I saw the look in his honey eyes and I knew. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man, loving him and being loved by him. 

“Yes,” I replied. “Yes, it is. Will you marry me, Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

He smiled before rolling onto his side and locking his lips with mine, kissing me deeply. “Yes… A thousand times yes!” He pecked my lips again and again, his stubble tickling my skin, causing a fit of giggles to erupt out of me. 

Many decisions had been made on the floor of our apartment. It was my favorite place to be, grounded and close to my favorite person in the entire world. Moving in together, deciding to get married, and even a few months later, I was elated to tell him he was going to be a dad. 

There was no better place for important decisions than the hardwood floor. 

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Oh my gosh, inex! and i thought *MY* Wip list was long! Just what you posted was 46 wips!!!! i think I'm at about half that for *active* Wips (and i lost count of stuff i had ideas for and filed away and never got back to). (one of these days, my muse will return in more than intermittent bursts)

Anyway, a while back, I had started my first Valdemar fic, got sidetracked for whatever reason (probably that muse taking off again), set it aside and then because of you, i managed to get my inspiration back and finished it up! Which caused 2 sequel ideas to bloom (we'll see how they go) as well as a complete separate crossover idea.

So i think you can see where I'm going with this - Vanyel's always been a favorite of mine in that world and so I'm interested in your Vanyel fic :D (heck, I actually reread what you had so far recently!) Not sure you've had time to poke at it recently, but if you have, I'm definitely keen on it.

-Pherryt, because apparently you can switch blogs for replies but not for asks.

Yeah, I have Wordy Bitch Disease pretty badly, and an unfortunate habit of getting new ideas pretty much daily. It's a problem.

Valdemar was a childhood formative influence, and frankly Vanyel needs some fix-its, so if I can dump the poor traumatized bastard into Kaer Morhen with slightly less trauma than canon, it seems like a good thing to do!

Here's a bit I wrote relatively recently:

Vanyel lifts a hand in a tentative wave. The wiedzmin feel muted but definitely cheerful against his Empathy; they both wave back, and reach the steps in a very short time, dropping down to hunker on their heels a polite distance away. Axel says, “Hello!” - In Valdemaran. “You speak our tongue!” Tylendel blurts, excitement flaring up through their bond. Axel shakes his head. “Hello, goodbye, yes, no, Companion, Herald, food, ale, privy,” he rattles off. Vanyel laughs. Those are the most important words to start with, he supposes. Cedric smirks and adds, very smugly, “Fuck.” Tylendel falls over into Vanyel’s lap, laughing too hard to even make a sound.

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Some very unpolished thoughts I scribbled down on my first read of the bonus chapters (SPOILERS AHEAD):

David

-Wymack trying to steer Kevin away from alcohol and into therapy feels a bit retcon-y. I know it works just fine, but I kinda liked that for all his good intentions and overall positive impact Wymack was a very flawed father figure, particularly with something he seems to use as a crutch himself like alcohol is.

-"I don't trust [Betsy]." Interesting in many ways: (a) that makes Neil the third, not second, team member to distrust poor Betsy. (b) he doesn't trust her not to reveal his secrets, so clearly he trusted her just enough to tell her those secrets in the first place. (c) I think it adds a very interesting layer to Kandrew's dynamic, both because Kevin sees Betsy as someone who could get in between them and ruin it and because it's a secret Kevin and Jean shared but Kevin won't share with Andrew (the closest thing to a partner he has with the Foxes).

-"No. Don't ask me that." Exactly what Andrew says on the phone with Higgins. The immediate refusal, the automatic yet almost panicked order... mmm.

-Maybe Kevin's age when Kayleigh died had already been confirmed somewhere but I don't think I knew it, so. Nine. Old enough to (probably) remember her pretty well, to have learned from her and loved her and miss her. Young enough to be shaped into a Raven.

-"but Kevin would always be different." "You're not just a Fox. You're Kayleigh's son." Kill me.

-Kevin's reaction to Wymack talking about his mom is very validating of what I've always imagined he feels about her.

-"When he started thinking about rings he put himself on a plane home." *Holt's voice* VINDICATION!! I've seen people shit on Kayleigh way too often as some kind of cold-hearted bitch who cut Wymack out her life with no hesitation, but he left!! He failed to keep it casual so he left!! "He'd never called her again."

-"Coaches have no honor." Considering what we learned from Jean about Raven coaches... yeah, not shocking. (Did Kevin know Raven coaches were the exception while he was in the Nest? Or did he run to Wymack thinking all coaches are the same, that he would be beaten and punished but what made Wymack a good man was the he would allow him to stay? Did he have to slowly learn to trust that Wymack wouldn't hurt him like Jean with Rhemann?)

-"Your word is enough. Just yours." Throwignnn up :(

-"Nicky wasn't the only one so easily swayed" wait what. Is this about Andreil? Am I missing something? It's definitely about Andrew right?

-Nicky's terrible driving doesn't show up nearly enough in fics methinks.

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Bad Girlfriend - Josh Kiszka

A/N: HERE IT IS! The long awaited brat!tamer Josh fic. Not gonna lie, once I started writing this… I realized that Josh is most definitely a soft dom, if anything. I struggled with this truthfully. I wrote, deleted and wrote again so many times. I hope you all love it, though! I love and adore all of you so much. Thank you for your endless support <3 Lots more to come!

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! light arguing, lots of language, brattiness, brat tamer!Josh, light sir!kink, slapping, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial/edging/orgasm control, degrading, a little praise, bondage, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

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Everyone knew that behind closed doors, Josh was pretty easygoing. He constantly went with the flow of things… always playing with the hand he was dealt.

In most ways, you were like that, too.

Key words, ‘most ways.’

You and Josh were insanely flexible in the bedroom. Both of you loved to be submissive and dominant, depending on one another’s mood. You had explored many different kinks and such, most of which, you both loved.

Lately, however, you had admittedly spoiled Josh into being more so the submissive one. You had absolutely no issues with at first - in fact, you fucking loved it.

Until you started to miss his dominant side…

It aggravated you to no end that Josh wasn’t picking up your sly, playful little hints that you wanted him to take charge more. Your little moments of brattiness didn’t even seem to phase him.

You were completely lost on what to do.

Obviously, the best thing to do would be to just outright tell him what you wanted.

Where would be the fun in that, though?

There were little ideas floating around in the deepest crevices of your mind. Ideas that you scolded yourself for even pondering on for too long. Insisting to yourself that it would be ‘going too far.’

But what was really “too far,” for Josh? You’d never really seen him get mad… so, you didn’t really know.

Not really knowing, only fueled your curiosity and mild desperation to find out. Something about pushing his buttons just enough, until he finally cracks and puts you back in your rightful place, made your stomach turn with butterflies.

Sweet, devious, little butterflies.

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“Baby?” Josh called from what you assumed was your bedroom.

You got up from the couch, making your way towards the sound of his voice. Just as you thought, he was tucked away in the closet, searching for something to wear to the studio.

“Yeah, babe? You called for me?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, smiling softly. “You wanna come with me to the studio today? It shouldn’t be a long session.”

You mulled it over for a moment, considering that the ‘it shouldn’t be a long session’ statement, was probably not true. Your idea and his idea of long, were entirely different. But in light of wanting to spend the extra time with your man, you agreed.

“Okay,” You returned his little smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Should I drive myself…?”

He scoffed at your playful insult to his previous words. “I swear we won’t be there long, mama.” Josh promised, pulling his shirt over his head. “Just finishing one song. Remember that cover we decided to add? Of ‘The Great Gig In The Sky’?”

Retreating to your own dresser in search of a different shirt to throw on, You mumbled a soft “mhm,” remembering the song they had decided to add last minute.

Once you were ready, you both jumped in Josh’s truck and tore off for the studio - late, as usual for him.

“For fucks sake,” Josh muttered, glancing at the clock on the radio. “Jake is gonna fucking bitch at me.”

You gave him an apologetic look, unsure of what to say to actually sooth him. He was right, Jake was definitely going to bitch at him for being so late.

Throughout the remainder of the car ride, you tried not to let your anxiety get to you, thanks to Josh’s excessive speeding.

It was honestly a little bit hot; the way he gripped his steering wheel, the littlest bit of sweat forming over his nose. He was usually always running late, however today he seemed more antsy than ever to get to the studio.

Looking him over, trying to only subtly look over at him every so often… your mind started throwing filthy scenarios at you, rapid fire. Within a minute, you were getting hotter and needier than ever.

‘This is it. This is my chance to piss him off.’ There was that little voice again, sounding so like you, but nothing like you all at once.

It was a terrible idea to piss him off in his work place, but the situation couldn’t have played out any better. Josh was already frazzled. Jake was sure to add to it and who knew, maybe you’d be presented with a moment to throw your bratty two-sense in when it wasn’t asked for.

When you finally arrived, Josh practically slammed into the side of the building as he whipped the Jeep into an open parking spot.

“Jesus Christ, Josh!” You practically shouted, scolding him for his pretty reckless driving.

“Just come on, baby!” He was already out of the car and slamming the door.

You scrambled out, turning around as you closed the passenger door to see he was already sprinting through the front doors.

His name rolled off your tongue in a tired huff.

“Geez, Joshua…”

After having to sprint to catch up with him -barely, might you add- The two of you stumbled over each other through the door of the guys’ recording room.

“Josh, you’re 45 fucking minutes late.” Jake huffed, already showing a sour mood. His eyes followed his twin with a not so subtle glare.

“You’ve only been here 10 minutes, Jake. Shut up.” Sam piped up. Kiszka number three with a foul mood.

“Geez, can you let a man get through the fucking door before you-“

“Alright! Alright.” Danny’s firm voice cut in between all three of them, effectively shutting them up. “Let’s just get this song done and then we can all have the rest of the day to do… whatever.” As he finished, he looked up from his drum kit and flashed you his warm smile. “Also, hi Y/N.”

You offered a warm smile right back. “Hi, Danny.”

Josh scoffed, glancing between Jake and Sam in annoyance. “At least one of you bastards has enough sense to greet the woman in the room, before you start hurling bitchy comments around.”

Jake and Sam both gave you sheepish looks and gentle apologies. Of course, they already knew they’d be forgiven. You saw them all the time and didn’t care for the formalities that Josh was insisting upon. You just chalked that up to his snappy and anxious mood.

They didn’t waste anymore time jumping into the song and It couldn’t have been more than a minute in, before Jake was halting the whole song.

“Okay- stop, stop, stop!” Jake shouted. Everyone came to a grinding and agonizing, halt.

Sam was the first to look to Jake in annoyance from behind the keys. “Jake, what-“

“Something is off. It’s flat as fuck.” Jake cut his brother off, explaining why he stopped them. “Just… make sure your chords and notes are right while I check my tuning. Please.”

“My piano is always tuned, Jacob.” Sam commented smartly, splaying his hands out over a number of keys obnoxiously. “And I know my chords and shit are right, thank you very much.”

The cringe that took over Josh and Danny’s faces had you biting back a laugh. Jake paused his own movements, looking up at his little brother with an incredulous look.

“Can you… i don’t know…” Jake shrugged cooly. “Fix your fucking mouth!?”

Your eyes flicked between the two of them rapidly as you tried to bite back the stream of giggles that was still threatening to bubble out of you. Tensions were high, sure, but that didn’t make their squabbles any less entertaining - especially since you weren’t part of it.

“For the love of god, just fix your shit and let’s keep going.” Josh spoke up through gritted teeth, fixing both his brothers with a very ill tempered glare.

Sam and Jake both reluctantly touched up the tuning of instruments and checked over chords.

Once they were ready, they picked back up at the very beginning of the song.

Surprisingly, they made it a lot farther, not coming to another stop until Josh’s voice cracked on a high note and Sam waved his hand in the air to stop everyone. Again.

Danny just sighed, but Jake’s face turned red with frustration - as did Josh’s.

“Josh, come on, bro-“

“I’m fucking trying, Sam! We’ve recorded every single day this week! My voice is tired as shit and this song is very vocally demanding!” Josh defended his end. “In case you didn’t know that.”

This is it. Do it.

That little voice in your head made itself very known for the second time, egging you on.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you pushed past the nerves and let your mouth take off with the brattiest thing your brain could muster. “You say that like you don’t sing every night on tour.”

Danny’s jaw was the first to drop, followed by Sam’s snicker that had Josh’s jaw visibly locking up in anger.

Josh’s eyes practically burned through you, melting you with their silent warning to shut up.

“She… she has a point, Joshua.” Sam finally cleared his throat to say.

“We don’t even perform for 7 nights in a row!” Josh raised, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Be fucking serious, Samuel.”

“Okay, enough! Can we just start over?” It was Jake’s turn to plead.

Sam started it off on the keys again, and you admired how amazing he was at it. You didn’t get to sit and listen to them without the harsh sounds of screams surrounding you, so this was a breath of fresh air.

They breezed through the song flawlessly, the energy in the room lightening up just a bit.

That was, until Josh had very obviously forgotten one of the high notes. He stumbled around, trying to find his pitch again and instead groaned straight into his microphone.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Josh threw his head back in pure annoyance, hands splaying out over his face.

Every part of his body that you could see, looked tense and shiny with sweat.

“Josh, you said you went over this song at home….” Jake sighed, rubbing his hand over his own face.

“I did!” Josh snapped, leaving out how little he’d actually gone over it.

You took that as your chance to rat him out a little, against your better judgement.

“I don’t think going through it once in the shower is really ‘going over it’, baby.”

“Oh, shit-” Danny covered his mouth with his drumsticks, fighting to hold it together.

Danny, ever the observant one, shot you a cheeky look. He knew what you were doing. Based on Sam’s pink cheeks, he’d obviously caught on, too. Either that, or the tensions rapidly rising back up in the room were making him nervous.

“I swear to god…” Josh gave you a verbal warning instead of just a look, letting you know he was reaching his limit with your shit - exactly what you wanted.

Thoughtlessly, another witty, but poorly timed remark flew out of you.

“Do you want me to pull up the lyrics for you, Josh?”

Jake, Danny and Sam all busted out into untamable laughter. Between the heaviness in the room, Josh’s stunned face and the comment itself -considering there were not really “lyrics” to speak of in the song they were desperately trying to record- none of them stood a chance in holding it in any longer.

You and Josh stared each other down, the sounds of his brothers’ laughter fading out into background noise. The smirk on your face was full of pride and satisfaction, your eyes twinkling with the mischief that you were hoping he would finally catch on to.

His eyes narrowed until they were practically closed, looking threatening and darker than you’d ever seen. His whole expression seemed just out of character enough, that it was just the slightest bit unsettling.

Sam’s voice snapped both of you out of your lust and anger driven trances.

“Josh?!”

“What?” Josh whipped his head away from you and towards his younger brother.

“Okay, cool your damn jets…” Sam threw his hands up and waited for Josh’s face to soften - barely. “One more go? If we get it, great. If not, we go home.” He glanced around, waiting for the nods of approval from each of them. “Clearly none of us have good spirits today.”

“Alright, yeah.” Josh switched his microphone back on and sucked in a shaky deep breath. “One more time.”

Sam took the song up on the keys for the last time, the rest of the boys falling in perfectly.

Every so often throughout the song, one of them would look around nervously. sitting right on the edge of their seat, like something was bound to go wrong at any second.

But, they made it through the song flawlessly and you weren’t sure about them, but you chalked it up to ‘third times the charm.’ And maybe a little bit of anger-driven determination.

Josh’s frustration might have also played a part in the strong vocals… but who was to say for sure.

The song came to an end and the room was electric, full of new energy and life. Almost as though no smart comments had ever been made, or sour moods were ever felt between the five of you.

“Fucking FINALLY!” Sam stood up from his bench, clapping his hands together in uncontrollable excitement.

And Jake wasn’t far behind his little brother, sharing the same enthusiasm. “That’s what the hell I needed from you, Josh. That was it!”

“I think that was the one.”

Danny sat his drum sticks down and released the breath that one might have sworn he’d held the entire song. “It was too perfect to even dare try one more time.”

“Josh?” Jake looked to his twin, awaiting a final comment of approval.

“Well, I don’t know…” Josh shrugged, sarcasm laced in his tone. “What does my little critic have to say first?” He turned to you with a fiery glare.

‘Well… his mood was sure not changing,’ you thought to yourself.

“Oh, that time was perfect.” The smile on your face hopefully only came across as smug to Josh. “I think you guys should use that recording, for sure.”

Josh snickered at how you went from sly comments, to being sickeningly sweet within the time it took them to run the last recording.

“Great! So we’re good here, yeah?” Josh rushed the question out, picking up his things from the floor beside him before any of them had even answered.

“Yeah, I think we’re-“

“Perfect! Baby, let’s go.” Josh breezed through the room, cutting Danny off as he exited.

You glanced around to the boys, huffing a laugh at their half stunned, half amused faces.

“Yeah… Good luck with him.” Sam gestured towards the door Josh just disappeared through.

“Don’t wish her luck, she pissed him off on purpose!” Jake cut in with a snicker, subtly taking his twin’s side. “What possessed you to piss him off on purpose, I don’t want to know. Regardless, you’re crazy.” He turned his attention directly towards you, smiling knowingly as he joked around.

“BABE!”

Your head snapped towards the door the second Josh’s voice boomed down the hallway.

“Best not keep your man waiting.” Danny smirked, nodding his head in the direction of the door.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes at them. “See you guys later, I love you, ya fools.”

Their collective goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ were the last things you heard as you closed the door to the recording room.

By the time you made it back to Josh’s truck, he was already in there, buckled in and ready to speed back home.

You couldn’t help it… the smirk that started tugging at one corner of your mouth. Josh was staring daggers at you through the window of his truck, only making you feel even more accomplished.

Opening the door, it was deathly silent inside; very unlike either of you. There was no talking, no music, just the sound of the truck itself running.

You got in and buckled up, jumping in your seat a little when Josh roughly put his truck in reverse.

“Would you mind telling me what the fuck that was about back there?” Josh finally asked, speeding out of the parking lot. He hissed the words out like some angered snake.

His eyes never left the road, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see his muscles pulsating.

You decided to unwisely play innocent. “What do you mean? What was what?”

“I swear to god…” Josh slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “You have the next 10 fucking seconds to fess up, or so help me, I’ll force it out of you.”

An overly excited giggle bubbled out of you before you could even stop it and you quickly tried to cover it by clearing your throat.

Josh looked over at you with the most floored and annoyed expression you’d ever seen. “You’re seriously gonna laugh right now?!”

“Fuck! Maybe that’s what I want you to do, Joshua!”

To Josh’s ears, the desperation in your voice sounded much more like you’d developed your own little attitude.

“Do what?!” Josh practically yelled, pleading for you to give him some sort of hint, not even realizing you’d given him -what you thought- was more than enough. “What do you want me to do so fucking badly, mama??”

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe-“ You gestured around dramatically on your momentary pause for emphasis. “Put me in my goddamn place?!”

Josh froze, still as a statue in his seat. A dumbfounded expression flashed over his features so quickly, anyone other than his twin or you would have completely missed it.

Little did you know, he was putting the rest of the pieces together. His mind flashed with all the times you’d thrown him seemingly random and uncalled for attitude, or sly comments that he had always just brushed off. Weeks worth of memories piled up in his head within seconds.

Josh’s silence had started to worry you and you were silently pleading for him to say something - Which you were immediately regretful of wishing, when his eerily calm and collected voice cut through your ears.

“You’re shitting me… Right?” Josh looked over at you, and you wondered when exactly his eyes had darkened to the almost black color that they were. “i’d just like to know…” he began in genuine curiosity. “Where in your pretty little brain did you come to the conclusion that all that was a good idea? Instead of just straight up telling me that this was what you wanted?”

You were stumbling around in your mind, trying to come up with a better answer than just ‘I don’t know’ or, ‘I was scared.’ You didn’t find one.

“I mean… I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I’m just trying to understand, is all.” shrugging cooly as he pulled into your driveway, Josh put the truck in park just as aggressively as he’d put it in reverse just a few minutes before. “Because now, I have to punish you for weeks worth of shitty behavior… and I don’t think you thought that far ahead, did you, mama?”

A shiver ran up your spine, visibly shaking your whole body. “I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d get this far… no.” You admitted shakily.

Josh let out a low, barely audible hum.

“Go inside and upstairs. I want you completely naked and sitting on the edge of our bed, hands in your lap.” Josh commanded, looking over at you with a stone cold expression. “I’ll be there when I’m good and ready. I need to figure out how the fuck i’m gonna turn my little brat, back into my good girl.”

Your hand scrambled for the door handle with an embarrassing level of urgency and excitement. You all but slammed the door of Josh’s truck, sprinting to the front door and inside, as if some sort of demon was chasing you after shutting off a light.

Between the heat cursing through your body and Josh’s orders, once you made it upstairs, you were ripping your clothes off piece by piece. Even once you were completely naked, you were still blazing with need; heat pouring off your body like a wood stove on the coldest Winter night.

You sat down, placing your shaky hands in your lap and to your surprise, you heard the door open and shut just a few moments later.

Josh wasn’t going to come and tend to you in any way just yet, though. You sat there rather impatiently, listening to him shuffle around downstairs, doing God only knew what.

After a few long and agonizing minutes, you finally heard his footsteps growing louder as he made his way up the steps and down the hallway towards your bedroom.

When he appeared in the doorway, your breath hitched in your throat. He had obviously discarded his shirt somewhere downstairs, his belt was undone and hung loosely in the belt loops of his pants. The only light in the room was that of your bedside lamp and a small oil defuser, casting a beautiful, warm glow over Josh’s skin.

“Aren’t you just a sight.” Josh hummed in approval of the sight of you, bathed in the same warm glow.

“I’m surprised you actually did what I told you to, though.”

He sat the two bottles of water in his hands down on the dresser and laid his forearm across the top, leaning some of his weight into it.

“Now, before we dive into absolutely anything,” Josh started, his tone no longer dominant, but serious. “We’re gonna settle on the color system.”

“We have a safeword, Josh.” You pointed out softly.

“Yes, mama, I realize that.” Josh offered a nod of understanding. “But I don’t want to ever, EVER have to use that. So, color system.”

“Okay.” You agreed and waited for him to continue.

“Green, yellow and red. Green means you’re good and want to keep going. Yellow means slow down, maybe stop for a moment to check in, too, if it’s called for.”

You just nodded along every so often as Josh spoke, listening to him intently.

“-And red. If you say ‘red’, everything stops and we’re not going to continue on.” Josh raised an eyebrow in question. “Does this work for you, mama?”

“Yes, that’s perfect, Josh.” Your answer was just above a whisper. “Do whatever you want to me. Please.”

Josh gracefully pushed away from the dresser he had still been leaning against. “Good.”

Your eyes followed Josh as he made his way closer to you, until he was towering above you. He reached up and firmly took your chin between his thumb and index fingers.

“Look at me.” He used his grip to tilt your head back and waited for your eyes to lock with his.

“My sweet girl... Did your need to be fucked like a whore finally make you cave and become such a brat? Hmm?”

Your eyes fluttered closed, a soft whimper floating out of you. “Yes.”

“Pity.” Josh clicked his tongue, squinting his eyes at you. “I wanted to make this pretty pussy cry all over my face tonight, but now I don’t know if you deserve that.”

“You’ll cave.“ You stared up at him, giving him the same challenging look that he was giving you. “You always do.”

“You’re in for a rude awakening if you think that’s how tonight is gonna go.”

Josh growled, releasing you from his grip. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you for the rest of the night.”

Josh grabbed the buckle of his belt and yanked it out of the loops swiftly. “You ran your mouth more than enough at the studio earlier. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

Josh fiddled with the belt in his hands, taunting you with it as he leaned back over you. “Let me have your hands.”

You lifted your hands up and slipped them through the loops he had created. He took the belt and secured it around your wrists, tugging it to make sure it was tight enough for his liking, and your’s too.

He stepped back to admire you - naked and mostly helpless in front of him. It was his first time seeing you like that in a long time and he had missed it. A lot.

“Color?” Josh asked as he fought to break out of his own little trance, eyes growing even darker the longer he looked at you.

Your answer was confident, despite you shifting around in your spot under his intense stare. “Green.”

“Stand up, little dove.” Josh ordered lowly, tugging you up by the arm. His voice was far too sweet for the things he was planning in his head.

Once you were steady on your feet, Josh took your previous position on the bed and he started to guide you down across his lap.

“Tomorrow, when you come back to the studio with me…” Josh started in a low tone, smoothing his hand over the swell of your ass. “You’re gonna remember why you should keep that fucking mouth shut.”

Smack. The sound of it echoed through the room, the force of it sending you slipping off of Josh’s thighs just a little. He readjusted his arm over the middle of your back, holding you even tighter.

You choked on the gasp your lungs attempted to suck in. “Jesus fucking christ-“

Josh slapped his palm across your ass again. “And didn’t I say not to talk?”

“Fu- yes! Yes. You said to only talk when you- tell me I can.” You struggled to get the words out.

The mix of pleasure and pain was absolutely dizzying. You could feel the wetness pooling at your entrance, slick and warm every time Josh’s hand came down against your ass.

“So you heard what I said and still didn’t obey.” Josh tsked, bringing his hand down for the third time. “So damn hard headed.”

Josh’s hand soothed over your red, blazing skin for a moment, teasing around until he couldn’t help himself any longer. He slipped his fingers down to your entrance, groaning when he felt just how wet you were.

“Oh, little dove…” Josh sighed. “You’re so fucking wet. Do you just love this that much?” He was taunting you.

You nodded, lip still tucked between your teeth.

“Dirty little thing.” He caught you perfectly off guard with another blow to your opposite cheek, making you cry out loudly.

After two more, his fingers traveled back to your heat and teased around mindlessly, tormenting you.

You wanted to open your mouth and beg him, but he took your little whimpers as begging enough.

“Aw. You want my fingers, don’t you, mama?” There was that condescending tone again. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir.” You sounded and looked purely pathetic, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers.

A groan rumbled through Josh’s chest, clearly liking what you chose to call him. For a split second, he had to fight with himself to hold onto his composure and not start giving it all to you right then.

“That’s just too bad, isn’t it?” Josh circled the tip of his finger around you, but didn’t push it in even the slightest bit.

Your breathing quickened, much to Josh’s amusement. The light tracing of his finger was enough to make you scream out of pure impatience.

After a few more swirls of the tip of his finger and listening to you whine and whimper, he hauled you up off his lap as he stood, pushing you back on the bed before you even regained your footing.

“Put your hands up to the headboard.” Josh commanded, pointing to the intricately swirled metal.

Often times, you would voice your distaste for that god forsaken metal headboard. Josh was always the one insisting on keeping it, telling you over and over that he loved the way it sounded hitting against the wall when you two fucked.

Momentarily thankful you hadn’t given it up yet, you lifted your hands up to the headboard and your stomach twisted in anticipation and need. You couldn’t put your finger on a time when you had needed him quite so badly. The thought of him having his way with you, punishing you however he saw fit… it was almost heart stopping.

Josh finally joined you in the bed, straddling your hips with his legs on either side of you. The woodsy notes of his cologne hit your nose like a bone crushing punch, intoxicating you by the warmth of it - faint notes of vanilla making it smell the slightest bit sweet. His fingers hooked into the belt binding your wrists together and he undid the buckle, creating one last loop to secure it to the headboard.

With one hand supporting his wait next to your head, his other trailed slowly down the inner part of your wrist, all the way down arm, to your shoulder and then finally rested just shy of your breast.

“How’s this, hm?” Josh’s voice still held the dominant edge, but you knew he was checking in. “Use your words.”

“Do something, please.” Your hips bucked up subtly in search of any sort of friction against your pulsing clit. “I need something. Anything.”

“Anything?” Josh cocked an eyebrow, slowly shuffling back down towards the foot of the bed. He mumbled the word out one more time. “Anything.”

You watched him slip over to his dresser, yanking open the second drawer and pulling out two of his silk scarves that he sometimes would take to shows.

He let them dangle from his fingers as he made his way back to the foot of the bed, where he dropped them down and proceeded to smack at the inside of your ankle.

You knew exactly what he wanted and you exhaled loudly, sliding your foot right up next to the bedpost. He tied the scarf around you ankle and then to the post, repeating the same process with your other.

Your eyes closed as various emotions surged through you. Josh’s stare was steadily making you feel so seen, resulting in the slightest twinge of shyness to bubble up and mix in with the unbearable need and lust pumping through you.

Josh couldn’t look away, either. Stuck on how your body looked, glowing with the lightest layer of sweat. The way your chest rose and fell quickly - swearing to himself that he could see your heart pounding against your ribcage from the outside. It was at that moment that he realized how hard he was seeing you like that.

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen...” Josh finally spoke after what felt like forever, making you jolt in your spot; his voice like electricity shooting through you. “I’m giving you permission to talk now, because You’re gonna tell me exactly what you want.”

You stared at him a little confused as he climbed back up between your legs. “What?”

“I want you to tell me whatever it is that you want. Right now.” Josh repeated, a little firmer and clearer. “And make it sound pretty.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?” You scoffed, watching him as he dipped down and placed kisses along the inner part of your thigh.

He looked up at you with a wicked smile from between your legs. “Oh, but it is.” The smile was gone just as quick as it appeared. “Now what did I tell you to do?”

“Tell you what I want.” The words fluttered out through a high pitched sigh. You tugged at your legs against their restraints when Josh started getting closer to your aching core.

“Tell me.” Josh demanded, biting harshly at the conjunction of your inner thigh.

“I want your mouth on me, Josh.” You begged. “Please. I want you to make me cum and-“

Josh’s hand cracked against your outer thigh. “Who? Try again.”

“Sir.” You corrected yourself. “Need you to make me cum, sir. Please.”

Without wasting anymore time, Josh’s mouth connected with your heat, licking from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck yes.” Whining, you pushed your hips off the bed as much as your restraints would allow.

In the back of your mind, you were still confused as to how exactly it was a punishment… Josh was giving you exactly what you wanted.

“Such a sweet little slut.” Josh groaned against you, teasing his tongue over your clit with light, little flicks. “You better tell me when you’re close.”

“Yes, sir.” Your head started spinning thanks to the degrading names he was sprinkling in. “Fuck, holy shit. You’re so good. So, so good.”

Josh’s tongue circled your clit, sucking it into his mouth to drag you closer and closer, groaning at the way he could feel it throb in his mouth every so often.

As you grew louder, he added a finger in, curling it right into that spot that had you jerking your legs in attempts to close them around his head. The two scarves served as a silky and secure reminder that you weren’t going anywhere, any time soon.

“Poor thing already wants to close her legs,” Josh said lowly, huffing a deep and airy giggle. “Does it feel too good? Huh, little dove?”

His thumb had replaced his mouth in light of wanting to talk you straight to your first orgasm.

And it was working.

“Fuck yes, it feels so good.” You whined, arching and writhing lightly against the mattress. “Keep going, please, keep going.”

“Keep going? Why?” Josh tilted his head back, watching you with a cocky expression - identical to one you had seen him sport on stage. “Are you getting close already, mama?”

Your walls clenched around him and no sooner than Josh felt the squeeze around his fingers, he was slowing down his movements drastically.

At that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks. “No.” You shook your head frantically. “No, no, no.”

“”No”? No, what?” Josh questioned, languidly pushing his fingers in, only to pull them all the way out.

“You said-“ A whine from the sudden loss of Josh’s fingers briefly cut off your words. “You said to tell you what I want!”

“Yes, I did say that, didn’t I?” Moving over your body, Josh nudged your chin with the back of his hand.

You opened your mouth and he pushed his soaked fingers in, practically melting over the way you immediately moaned around them.

The words you’d been dreading left his mouth through still smirking lips. “I never said I’d let you cum, though… Did I?”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth. Through an irritated and whiny huff of air, you begrudgingly answered him. “No, you didn’t.”

“Such a good girl for kind of listening to me earlier. I’ll have to reward you for that… eventually.” Your normal, bubbly, Josh peaked out for less than a split second when he giggled at his own words.

“Eventually.” Your eyes rolled back, but not in pleasure - much to your body’s internal and external pleading for relief.

“I want you to ask me for what you want again.” Pressing kisses to your sternum and down your belly, he gradually worked his way back down your body - leaving a few hickeys as he went. “You’re gonna learn how to tell me properly what it is that you want, rather than trying to get me worked up enough to treat you like the fuckin’ brat you are.”

“I need you to make me cum around your fingers.” You told him, clenching around nothing at even just the thought of it. “I want you to… to make me look at you when I cum…”

Hardly even following your own words, you dropped eye contact with him and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks. That’s why you needed him to make you. Eye contact with Josh was a struggle in just casual, softer moments… This was filthy and obscene. There was no way you could bring yourself to hold his fiery gaze on your own.

“That’s it, tell me.” A kiss was pressed just above your clit, and another, then Josh’s lips finally pressed against the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it all again.”

Josh’s tongue started teasing over you again, taunting at little areas around your clit that he knew made you toe the line of insanity.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ Gasping, your hips tried to tear away from Josh’s teasing mouth. “-Not while you’re… you’re teasing me like that.”

“Stop.” Josh growled, slinking his arm over your lower belly to hold you still. “Take it and do what I told you.”

“Yes, sir.” The two little words climbed out of you through a small cry of desperation. “Will you make me cum, please? Please, I need it so badly.”

Josh glanced up at you through hooded eyes, swiping the tip of his tongue just underneath your clit, causing a squeal to erupt from you. He loved how the littlest actions proved much more intense, when you were bound in such a helpless position.

“Yeah? Right there?” Josh babied the same spot again, watching almost the same reaction unfold. “I bet this little spot would make you cum so fast and hard, wouldn’t it?”

You were dying to free your hands and tangle them in Josh’s hair, unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him far, far away.

“Yeah,” you whined, high pitched and out of breath. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush, losing track of any coherent thoughts.

A soft and low “aww,” floated out of Josh, just barely audible and clearly lacking any real sympathy towards you.

His fingers slipped back down to your entrance, joining in with the pleasurable torture of his tongue. The arm he’d draped over your belly slid down lower, holding you more firmly across your hips.

The smirk that took over his lips was sinister. Hidden between your legs, you couldn’t see it - but could feel it. More than likely the cocky product of how your legs had started to shake and tug at their bindings more steadily, while he stayed attentive to that spot just at the bottom of your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out into the thick, sex filled air of your bedroom.

The coil in your stomach started to tighten rapidly, each flick of Josh’s tongue making your body jolt and shake.

“Josh-“ His name came out strangled and broken. “Josh, i’m gonna cum, please….don’t stop!”

His fingers curled up inside you and mercilessly pressed into that spot only his fingers were long enough to reach. The patterns of his tongue slowed, only to speed up again and drag you back to the edge again. He kept your there, just under the peak of your orgasm . Every so often, he let you dangle over the edge for a few long seconds and then let you fall back down again.

“You’re fucking e-evil, Joshua,” You hissed from the deepest parts of you, quickly followed by a string of desperate pleas. “Please, please, please. Josh, please.”

You almost sobbed at the loss of his fingers and mouth, huffing out another incoherent plea as he got up from the bed. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

Just as sweaty and somewhat disheveled as you, Josh undid the button of his pants and pushed them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. He looked painfully hard and red. The quick little glisten of precum coating his tip, didn’t go unnoticed to your lust-blown eyes.

“Fuck me.” It came out in a whisper, but Josh still heard it.

“What?” His eyebrows raised, but you weren’t sure if it was from your question or his hand lazily stroking over himself.

“Fuck me.” You repeated, louder. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

Josh smiled brightly, as if you had spoken the most beautiful words he’d ever heard in his entire life.

“Listen to you,” Josh practically groaned. “Telling me what you want like a good girl. Finally.”

“I’ve told you what I wanted for the last fucking hour!” You pointed out sharply, bound hands clasping together in frustration.

“Mhm, you have…” Josh’s hands tugged at one of the scarves around your ankle, undoing it. “But that time I didn’t have to tell you to do it. You just did it.”

“I hate you.” You definitely didn’t and he knew that good and well.

“Hey.” His finger was pointed directly at you, accompanied by a stern look. “Don’t get fucking bratty again.”

You were aching to feel him inside you, his mouth on yours, your hands on him. Anything. “Obviously there’s a little bit left that you need to fuck out of me, but you’re just taking your sweet time.”

A humorless laugh bubbled out of him as he pulled the knot out of the other scarf. “Do we need to start this whole process over again? You don’t sound like you’ve very learned much.”

“No, sir. We don’t.” You parted your legs wider than the bedposts had allowed for, taunting Josh with you dripping core.

Like some sort of feral animal, he pounced on top of you and you knew you were in for it, when his hand clasped roughly around your throat.

“Don’t even try to tempt your way into getting what you want from me.” Josh said, low and hushed into your ear.

“Give it to me and I won’t have to.”

Josh’s grip around your throat slid up to your jaw, using just a little bit of his weight to press you firmly into the pillow. He held you there all while his other hand lined himself up with your entrance. A strangled cry of pleasure tore its way up your throat the second he slammed into you, filling you all the way up with one sharp thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” Josh delivered another sharp thrust into you. “My cock filling you up… fucking you like the fucking brat you are?”

All you could do was nod. Your eyes were rolled back into your head, mouth gaping in a river-like flow of cut off moans.

“Will you ever learn, mama?” Josh continued on through gritted teeth. His hand tangled up into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Finally, his lips were ghosting over yours. “This beautiful mouth is gonna get you in many more worlds of trouble, I fear.”

Your lips met in a sloppy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together in attempts to get closer than humanly possible somehow. Josh’s hands held onto each of your wrists for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you, groaning into your when your legs hooked around his back.

Everything about him was intoxicating. His cologne was faded, but still faintly present - mixed in with his pheromones. His lips just barely tasted like alcohol; likely the remnants of a shot he’d taken while downstairs earlier.

His hands left your wrists, sliding down your body until one was rested against your side, the other stopping at your chest to play with one of your nipples.

Much to your dismay, he broke away from the frenzied kiss.

“Tell me how much you love being fucked like a sweet little slut, mama.” Josh demanded, somehow sounding sweet and dominant all at once. He was good at that.

“I love it,” you managed to squeak out, arching your body into Josh’s. “Ha- harder, please!”

“You want it harder, yeah?” Josh’s voice strained as he switched positions. His arms hooked around your thighs, pushing your legs back until you swore they touched your shoulders and picked up his pace to something likely to bruise you in a delicious way.

“Oh fuck, yes!” For a split second you forgot your hands were still bound, yanking them in attempts to claw at Josh’s shoulders. The clanking of metal on metal was your haunting reminder that you couldn’t. “Josh please, I need it-“

“Need what, mama?” His fingers, soft yet skilled, reached around to your swollen bud. He swirled his fingers around it in tight and quick circles. “Is this what you need?”

A moan erupted from your lungs, your back arching away from the bed. You forced an animalistic moan out of Josh as you squeezed tightly around him.

“No. Don’t cum until I say so.” Josh said, desperately trying to catch up with you.

That coil was burning inside you, though - threatening to snap at any given moment, completely out of your control.

“I can’t- I can’t hold it, Josh!” Your eyes burned, a stray tear or two threatening to spill over the corner. “PLEASE!”

He cooed at you, letting go of one of your legs to swipe the stray tears away. “You wanna cum that badly, mama?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, letting your head fall back as a few more tears fell.

“Come on, then.” Josh finally caved. “Give it to me, nice and sweet right on my cock, mama.”

His fingers pressed more firmly against your clit, sending you flying over the edge and into the raging waters of your orgasm.

He tumbled into his own peak just seconds after you, his curses and groans mixing with yours in a lustful harmony of sounds.

Muscles all over your body tensed and released rapidly, arms and legs trembling weakly. Your high sucked every last bit of energy you had left.

Eventually, you started to come down. Josh was barely holding himself up above you, but forced himself to stay up until you were back to some form of coherency.

“Are you still with me, baby?” Josh’s voice cut through your ears, accompanied by the comforting sound of his giggle.

A tired smile took over your lips as you draped out. “Kinda…”

Josh immediately worked at undoing the belt around your wrists, taking them in his hands once they were free to massage over them gently.

“How does a bath sound, baby? Or some water?” Josh asked sweetly.

He would always be your sweet, caring man. You knew that for sure.

“Water, please, baby.” You stretched out, face twisting from your sore muscles. “I wanna lay here for a bit.”

“Did a little number on you, yeah?” Josh snickered, grabbing the water off the top of the dresser.

“Hush.” You rolled your eyes at him and took the water, snatching it playfully.

He flashed the quickest little wink in your direction, slipping towards the bathroom. “I hope that’s what I just taught you how to do.”

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[amazingmsme]

If Hermes ever worked up the courage to tickle the main three (assuming they’re at least slightly ticklish SOMEWHERE) do you think he’d succeed?

Assuming he does, I can totally see him having to go for unconventional spots or something (like Poseidon having ticklish shoulder blades, etc.)

(Also I LOVE your blog, you are so talented.)

Are you kidding me, OF COURSE Hermes has tickled the three of them just so he could say he did, he is obsessed with bragging rights & also causing trouble. & it’s my blog & I make the rules, so I’m saying yeah, they are ticklish I don’t fucking care if they’re big scary gods who are all powerful & “untouchable” if they can get hurt they can absolutely get their shit wrecked

Ok so blood of Zeus might be clouding my judgment a lil bit, but I feel like he wouldn’t be that mad if Hermes tried. He’s his son, so he can have a free pass every now & then. Zeus is more amused by his antics than he likes to let on, & he’s kinda curious to see how far Hermes is willing to go with a joke, even if it’s at his own expense. If he manages to get a really bad spot, he will immediately turn the tables, but that just lets Hermes know that he was letting him do it all along so he’s not REALLY as mad as he’s pretending. & Zeus totally uses some of his lighting when he’s getting revenge, so Hermes definitely paid the price

Fuck you Poseidon, I’m making him the most ticklish out of the big 3 because I think it’s funny & he’s a lil bitch who deserves it 💙 Hermes loves how easy it is to get under his skin & annoy him, & he gets soooo pissy & fed up when he tries to tickle him. He’s so defensive & tries to use his trident to block him, but Hermes is always just a lil too fast & zips around to poke at his worst spots & send him into a fit of giggles. He’s got this really deep rumbly laugh that gets louder the longer it continues. Hermes will try to make air bubbles in the water when he flies around him & that alone really tickles, so add in some mischievous hands to the mix, & Poseidon really can’t do anything but laugh. Afterwards tho, he will absolutely try to strangle him or maybe even use his trident calm DOWN Zeus, I barely scratched the bastard!

Again, boz got me tweaking my characterization, & since we haven’t really seen Hades in epic, I’m gonna lean on that & some other characterizations I’ve seen. But Hades is more quiet & calm than his brothers & even when he’s annoyed & pissed off, he tries to appear cool & collected, so it takes a while for Hermes to really get under his skin with his normal methods of bothering people. But Hermes had kinda psyched himself into believing that there’s no way Hades is ticklish, until he accidentally tickled him & now he never knows peace. He claims he’s just trying to lighten the mood, he needs to smile more, etc. etc. & Hades honestly doesn’t mind it as much as he thought he would. Probably because it’s Hermes, & he knows that’s just his way of having fun. & hey, he realizes that he’s rarely happy & when he is, it doesn’t last, so the fact that Hermes actually wants to check in on him & make him feel better is kinda comforting. So for the man in charge of ruling over the underworld, he can appreciate being made to laugh against his will, as long as it’s a rare occasion & Hermes keeps his fuckin’ yap shut

I’d love to write more fics with the gods, whether it be for epic or boz! Right now I only have 1 boz fic written, & I have a Poseidon & Odysseus prompt as well, but I’d love some more! & thank you so much, that’s so sweet!! I’m so glad you like it! These were so fun to do, thanks for sending them in!

[mytragedyperson]

Ok i was thinking about assassination classroom and Karma again, as I occasionally do, and I remembered his first episode where he, like, falls off the cliff thing so he can shoot Korosensei, and how, like willing, he is to get hurt or even possibly die just to kill him. And, how he fully accepted death and it's only because Korosensei caught him that he didn't, at the very least, injure himself but, since he was falling like back, head, neck first, probably wouldn't have been good for him. And i feel like Korosensei, Karma and Nagisa all gloss over this incident way too quick, and to my knowledge no one else knows. Like, i get it but, also, the fact this middle school child is willing to go this far to achieve his goal, to kill a teacher, is horrifying, And it got me thinking, right? Because, surely after this, even if nothing happened, Korosensei or one of the teachers would have to tell his parents, right? Like, this seems pretty serious and like something you'd have to tell a student's parents? But it's just never mentioned again.

so, fic idea, Karasuma finds out about this and is like wtf. so he's the one that calls Karma's parents, when he realises Korosensei forgot, or at least he attempts to, but the only numbers the school has is their house number, and Karma's mobile number (Karma said it was on of his parents' and no one at the school cared enough to check because they suck). So, when Karasuma fails to get an answer, he tries to organise a face-to-face thing. Doesn't work, they don't answer, they don't find out. So Karasuma asks Karma how he can get in touch with his parents, says it's just to ask about something else, but Karma's like, oh, they work in another country.

Long story short Karasuma gets suspicious about Karma's homelife and quickly discovers he's at the very least neglected and basically unofficially adopts him. Bitch sensei too but that's more because i ship her with Karasuma, but yes, they adopt Karma. This makes all his behaviour make sense and even more when he learns some other things. First, Karma actually likes learning and studying, just not at school. This can either be a thing where he can concentrate better when there's less people around and less going on, and stuff, or it could be a defense mechanism. Personal headcanon time: Karma used to be more open about the fact he liked learning and liked studying, but then people started bullying him for it. So, he learned to fight, so he could defend himself, and started to become more of a delinquent. And this is why he always defended people who were getting bullied. He could relate to them. Him being able to fight got him slapped with the delinquent label so he leant into it, started skipping classes and, when he was there, made a point of looking like he actually wasn't paying attention. Got in a lot of fights to defend himself and protect others, only really fought bullies, but it was enough to intimidate people. But really, when he's skipping class, he's just doing the studying and learning at home, where he can do it without being bullied. Sorry, I've talked before about my headcanon that Karma likes learning, he just doesn't like school. here's a more fleshed out version that I just thought of but adds to this in a way and explains why he learned to fight, other than the cliche "he was a delinquent" or "he wanted his parents' attention". That may be part of the reason but, yeah. This is purely headcanon, I'm not saying this is canon, but yeah.

So anyway, Karasuma basically adopts him and Karma basically lives with him. Karasuma tries to keep things strictly student and teacher at home and takes on a more parental figure at home. And it's not easy for either of them. Karasuma isn't really prepared to be a dad to a traumatised middle schooler and is in denial that he actually cares and tells himself he's just keeping and eye on the kid since no one else is. And Karma has his walls up. He doesn't trust adults because, before Korosensei, he never had an adult genuinely care about him with no strings attached, and even with Korosensei, he's his teacher so still has some level of obligation in any responsibilty he feels for Karma. So Karma doesn't trust Karasuma and is constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. So he keeps himself hidden, keeps middle school Karma on the surface and hides the parts of himself he wants to protect away. Because for all Karma is sadistic, he is also a protector. I stand by that and no one will change my mind. And that means protecting himself soon. So it's a struggle, Karasuma trying to get Karma to open up while also trying to keep an emotional distance and not get attached, because when Korosensei dies, he'll have to leave, have to go where the next mission takes him. And Karma trying to keep his more vulnerable side hidden, desperately fighting to keep his walls up, because the last time he trusted and adult, they turned their back on him the second he acted in a way they didn't like and he can't allow himself to get hurt like that again.

But Karasuma keeps finding things out, keeps noticing things, keeps seeing these hidden insecurities and vulnerabilities. And he tries not to push Karma, he does, but he finds out Karma likes learning and studying, finds out he's even smarter than he thought, (like he knew Karma was smart but, like, he didn't realise the extent of it, genius Karma agenda and not in a prodigy way, more he was a neglected kid who had no friends so he just learned everything he could.), like he just knows the most random but interesting facts, keeps noticing just how many styles and techniques of fighting Karma knows, finds out he's self taught. And then comes the real kicker, when Karasuma finds out Karma secretly brought an injured stray cat home (to Karasuma's house that he won't admit even to himself feels like home) and was nursing it back to health after finding some shithead kids from his middle school throwing rocks at it or something. And Karasuma, secret softie and cat person that he is, lets him keep it. They have a pet cat, and Karma learns about Karasuma is, finds out who he is when he's not doing agent stuff, sees him relaxing and being at peace for once. And he lets Karasuma in, against his better judgment (and he knows Karasuma will have to leave at some point, he's here for a reason, he has a job to do, when that job is done he'll leave but maybe for once he can trust and adult, maybe for once he can let and adult in, maybe for once he can be cared for even if it's temporary) and (excuse me if i get events in the wrong order but the point remains) Karma doesn't beat Asano at the exams that time, doesn't come first in math or any other subject, and it annoys him, because even if it didn't look like it, even if it wasn't in class, he actually did study, at home, in secret. And this time was different. This time, despite everything, he wanted to do well not just for him or to rub it in Asano's face, he wanted to make Karasuma proud. It was the first time he could tell an adult he did well, that he got the top score and have them genuinely be proud of him. By this point he's stopped hiding his secret studying from Karasuma. And then Korosensei comes and inadvertantly rubs salt in the wound, taunting him about his failure as if he doesn't already know, as if he doesn't already feel shitty enough about failing, about letting Karasuma down.

But he didn't let Karasuma down. Karasuma knows how hard he was studying, ho hard he was trying, even if no one else does. And even if Karma didn't get the top mark (which by the way, do we ever find out what he got? Was it actually a bad score or just bad for Karma, y'know? I can't remember), Karasuma knows he tried his hardest, so he praises him anyway. By this point he knows enough to know Karma's beating himself up about it, after all, Karma is a perfectionist. Anything less than perfect he sees as being a failure and letting people down. But Karasuma is there to reassure him and tell him that he did well and next time he'll do even better. And he comforts Karma, something no one has ever truly done before. And Karma knows he can trust him.

And then their vacation and the poison incident happens. Karma is forced to watch Karasuma get taken out by the sleeping gas, but manages to keep calm. But after Karma fights an assassin, Karasuma cannot hide his concern, not fully, and after that it only gets harder, especially as they have more father and son bonding moments, Karma opens up to Karasuma but there's still the issue of Karasuma's job. I did consider having Karasuma leave hi job but i honestly think, if he tried, they'd kill him for knowing too much. So instead, he makes sure to visit between every job he has, calls as often as he can while on jobs, and always makes sure he's there for important events. Karma basically lives in the house he has there. Bitch sensei and Karasuma get married. Karma goes to the same high school as Asano, where they're academic rivals in the same class but end up becoming friends and lovers because i ship it and these two are actually very similar and I feel like they genuinely would end up being like a power couple. Plus Asano wants to know more about the Korosensei situation. Also Karasuma teaches Karma more stuff so that if any of his enemies find out about Karma and come after him, Karma can defend himself.

This is angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, full of headcanons, just, in my brain this is the fanfic I'll probably never write because i simply couldn't do it justice.

But I could write snippets about this. whether that be headcanons or just short scenes so, if you'd like me to elaborate, please let me know in comments, or my asks.

[heyitsspiders]

Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 3

Adam is finally able to be decent!!! (kinda) (not really)

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a/n: thank you all for the support thus far with the story, i love reading yall's comments and what yall enjoyed!

i hope yall have a nice day/night :D

Successful Meals

Adam debated not going to dinner but images of his face slamming into the carpeted floor flashed in his mind and decided he was a bit hungry – no other reason he wanted to go. He sat on the edge of his fucked up bed, the sheets were torn and barely hanging on, and eyed the closet he hadn’t looked in yet. He groaned, it was probably full of fancy shit. Heaven had a dress code too with the long ass dresses – which he didn’t mind, he wore them when he was alive, Hell, he created them! – but that prevented him from showing off his love of rock more. He got some spikes on the collar and his sick ass guitar, sure, but that was it. At least Hell understood his fashion sense, even if it did add unwanted features.

He pushed himself off the mattress and walked into what he thought was the closet, but apparently was a whole ass bathroom with a closet in it. So, he wasn’t wrong in thinking the clothes were in here, just misjudged the location. The bathroom wasn’t too much but it was clean and made him feel a little more at home – maybe he should stop throwing shit everywhere. Adam walked over to the actual closet and peered inside.

Yeah, he had been right. There were suits, vests, cuffed shirts, dress pants – it felt like a haberdashery threw up. At least some of it didn’t seem too horrible. Whatever, he could play Lucifer’s shit game for now, he really didn’t feel like seeing his damned blood anymore today. Adam shrugged off his sick ass clothes – aside from his ‘A’, that they completely ruined – and did his best to avoid looking at the mirror. However, he caught sight that he was much hairier – or well, furrier? – than before with thick dark fur replacing his chest hair and happy trail. Not to mention his legs were covered in the stuff, all the way down to his hooves. His hands too were different, not only did they end in claws but also were much darker than the rest of him. Another new addition had been made that he thought was just on his clothes – the ‘X’. It was on his skin too, right where the little bitch stabbed him over and over. 

Adam growled, oh Hell had a sick sense of humor. They ruined his body more than Lucifer did with the fucking apple. The shame of being naked was hitting harder than the first time in the garden and he quickly averted his gaze from both the mirror and himself – he couldn’t stand the sight. He shoved on black dress shirt that ended in cuffs with a dark crimson vest and cuffed black pants. Putting on pants was very weird with sheep legs, they curved in weird places and the clothes clung too close to Adam’s body for him to be comfortable but if it made Lucifer leave him the fuck alone then he’d deal with it. 

He exited the bathroom and his room and walked through the maze of hallways – seriously, what the fuck is up with all these hallways? Doesn’t he live alone? – and finally ended up at the damn dining room. Adam opened the door and shut it harshly behind him, which he had almost slammed but decided against it. 

“I see you listened this time!” Lucifer piped up from across the room, his eyes looking over Adam. This man was so gay it disgusted Adam.

Adam rolled his eyes, “yeah, didn’t feel like being dragged around again by some prick.”

Lucifer chuckled before motioning with his hand to the seat next to him. Adam huffed and walked over, pulled out the chair, and sat down. This was embarrassing. Lucifer looked over him with a facial expression he couldn’t quite make out but he knew he didn’t like it.

“Isn’t it nice to just do what you’re told?” Lucifer hummed, grabbing his fork and knife and cutting into the steak in front of him. 

Adam growled but kept his mouth shut, which felt weird. He could feel the words rising in his throat but none of them made sense so he just sat there, staring at his food. He appreciated that it was mostly meat, don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t picky. Humanity wouldn’t have even started if he was picky, but he always had liked meat more. Adam looked at the silverware that had been neatly placed beside his plate and considered using them.

He didn’t.

Adam reached a clawed hand over to the steak and grabbed it before bringing it up to his mouth and biting into it. It was a little tough but his sharp teeth had no problem cutting through it and ripping a piece off. He chewed the meat twice before swallowing and continuing the vicious process. Not only was this to piss off Lucifer but it also was just how he ate, utensils were made way after him and even in Heaven he never got used to them. He also purposely ate with his mouth slightly agar, making his eating so much more obnoxious. Adam internally grinned as he watched Lucifer try to keep his composure but slip up with an eye twitch.

Lucifer set his fork and knife to the side and dabbed his mouth with a napkin before looking at Adam and speaking. “Would you cut that out? Some of us are trying to eat,” he looked annoyed, just what Adam wanted.

Adam spoke with his mouth still full with the bit he was chewing, his words muffled, “yeah, I am too.”

Lucifer sighed deeply, “fucking eat normally, Adam. At least with your mouth closed, the smacking noise and seeing your chewed food is horrible.” He then motioned down to Adam stupid clothes, “not to mention the mess you are making.”

“Just don’t look,” Adam shrugged.

“Do we really have to go through this again?” Lucifer raised his hands to start yanking on the stupid fucking chain.

Adam quickly swallowed and raised his hands, “fine! Fuck! Don’t gotta tug me around for fucking everything!”

“Good,” Lucifer closed his mouth quickly, as if he was stopping himself from saying something. Adam didn’t care though, less nonsense for Adam to listen to. 

Adam continued eating – less loudly but still with his hands – and hated to admit it but fuck, it was really good. The steak was so juicy and seasoned to Hell, just the way he liked it. The sides were just as good, he couldn’t remember the names of them but shit they were just as good. He cleaned his plate fairly quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Lucifer on the other hand was taking his sweet ass time, he had barely eaten half of the steak. 

Adam groaned, leaning his head on his propped up hands, “do I have to wait for your slow ass to finish eating?”

Lucifer swallowed what was in his mouth, “yes, you do.” He shot a glare at Adam’s elbows as if they had offended him, “and take your elbows off the table, did they not teach you table manners in Heaven?”

Adam rolled his eyes and moved to his arms back to his sides, “they tried to.” He wasn’t sure why he was listening but rationed it as him not wanting to be beaten again – he wasn’t a pussy but the man literally owned him and Adam was powerless. He was biding his time. Yeah.

Lucifer chuckled, “they gave up on you?”

“They didn’t give up on me!” Adam snarled, his claws dipping into his chair. “They just realized it was useless because I was– am already perfect, I don’t need stupid ‘table manners’.” 

Lucifer laughed a bit harder, “oh? That’s why?” He cut off another small sliver of meat and put it in his mouth – probably something Lucifer was very used to – and swallowed before speaking again, “have you ever thought they just finally realized you were a waste of time?”

“Have you ever thought about shutting the fuck up? You haven’t been in Heaven for a millena, you don’t know what happened while I was there,” Adam glared. “You have no clue what you are talking about.”

“True,” Lucifer hummed. “I don’t know what happened while you were up there, but by your behavior I can definitely guess.”

“Well you’re guessing is fucking wrong.”

He smirked, “then why aren’t they here?”

Adam opened his mouth before shutting it, pausing. Why weren’t they here for him? Why hadn’t Heaven stormed Hell and punished the demons for killing him?

 “They- they just don’t know I’m here. Otherwise they would be,” he tried to sound sure of himself but cringed as it came out weak, like he was a lost child waiting for his parents.

“I’m sure they would be,” Lucifer continued to eat.

They sat in silence that was only broken up by the utensils cutting into the steak and other food that littered Lucifer’s plate and Lucifer’s near-silent chewing. Adam wanted to be mad, he wanted to rage and throw shit and break Lucifer’s stupid face. But, he didn’t. He just sat there, looking down at his lap, at his hands. Did… Did Lucifer have a point? He shook his head – no, Lucifer couldn’t be right. He was the Devil, the man who ruined and took everything from Adam. 

The gentle clanking of metal caused Adam to jerk his head up just to see Lucifer setting his fork and knife on the plate, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “Delicious, what a fantastic dinner.”

“I see you enjoyed it too,” Lucifer commented, looking at Adam’s empty plate.

“It was fine I guess, ‘just was hungry,” Adam lied.

“Either way, you may go back to your room,” He stood up and pushed in his chair, grabbing his cane. “I expect to see you at breakfast?” Adam was pretty sure it was supposed to be a statement but Lucifer had asked it like a question.

“Whatever,” Adam grumbled, standing up from the stupid chair and shoving his way out of the room. He just wanted to get out of these clothes, sleep forever and never see Lucifer’s face again. Never see the way Lucifer looked over his body. Never see the dumb fucking smile that took up so much of his face when he had successfully pissed off Adam. Never- 

God he must be really tired. He groaned and shook his head, trying to rid his mind of Lucifer, and reached a hand out for the doorknob to his room. He was just tired. 

Adam woke up to, who he assumed to be Lucifer, knocking. Again. He hoped this wouldn’t be a daily thing. Adam groaned, dragging a hand down his face – It was too early for Lucifer’s bullshit. As the knocking got louder Adam pushed himself off the mattress and stumbled over to the door.

“What,” Adam grunted.

“Finally,” Lucifer cleared his throat, “anyways, I will be out for the day and-”

“You woke me up just to tell me that you won’t be here?” Adam raised an eyebrow. “What, you gonna tell me there is a babysitter downstairs too?” He joked – Adam really hoped it stayed a joke.

“Let me finish,” He shot Adam a glare. “I wanted to let you know so you don’t try looking for me. Meals will still be served at the same time.” Adam laughed, as if he’d go looking for Lucifer. 

“I’ll be going, don’t fucking destroy my house,” and he left with a snap of his fingers. 

Adam sighed. Finally, he was gone. He contemplated going back to bed but decided against it – he was already awake – and chose to explore and learn the layout of this funhouse while he wasn’t being threatened. He walked out of his room into the hallway, every now and then there was a little table with either a lamp or small decorations on top of it to light up and decorate the hallway. He made his way down, avoiding the urge to knock everything over, and peered into the dozens of doors that littered the hallway. Some led to bathrooms, others guest rooms, some were even just random storage or kitchens. Adam grimaced, this whole place could be about fifty rooms smaller if they just stopped repeating so many fucking rooms.

However, one room caught his eyes; a room that looked like a bar. Finally, maybe he’d be able to drink alcohol down here after all. The bar counter was empty, showing off the pristine marble that it was made of, with plush red stools stationed in front of it. Behind the counter was the main attraction; the drinks. He walked in, eyes glued to the shelves of various drinks – who knew there was this many kinds of alcohol? There were so many neat shelves that were illuminated from a light behind which highlighted the drinks and only made them look more like a God-send. The whole room was dim aside from the bar, which is where almost all of the light came from. 

Adam walked behind the bar and looked up at all the bottles, all different colors. He grabbed the one closest to him, the glass was cool to the touch. It was clear, showing off the light yellow liquid inside of it. Adam squinted at the label, the bigger words were foreign to him but above it in a smaller font read ‘tequila’. It sounded good enough and he fumbled with the top before realizing it was a screwed cap – like a water bottle cap. Adam frowned, did that mean it would be weak or that it was cheap? 

He shrugged, just meant he could drink more of it, right? He lifted it to his lips and took a sip before harshly pulling the bottle away. He coughed as the liquid burned his throat as it went down. Adam glared at the bottle, people drank this shit? How did people stomach this? He swallowed hard, if other bitches could do it so could he.

He lifted the bottle back to his lips and turned it up, allowing the liquid fire to flow into his mouth. Tears pricked Adams eyes and he squeezed them shut and continued to try and drink. He very quickly had to stop and slammed the clear bottle on the smooth marble. It felt like a hundred fire ants were biting the inside of his throat and all he could do was swallow repeatedly, trying desperately to get the feeling to go away. His mouth felt dry and he was faintly sweating, a few tears falling down his cheeks. Fuck. That really fucking hurt.

Adam could feel his thoughts growing a bit fuzzy but he wanted more – there had to be another drink that didn’t feel like swallowing lava. He grabbed a few more bottles of varying sizes and shapes, one of these had to be good. 

He drank so many different kinds of alcohol, every single one leaving his mouth dryer and rawer. The one good thing about his continuous drinking is his tongue started to grow numb and his mind was growing fuzzy – he was barely recognizing the burning pain the drinks left in his throat. Adam had no idea how much time had passed, all he knew was that his stomach was so full yet so empty. He was starving. Lucifer said there were still meals right? He fumbled with the bottle that was in his hands and half-assed putting on the cap. Since when was the room spinning? Probably Lucifer, the fucking prick.

Adam stumbled over to the door, the spinning room really fucked with his balance – it felt like he was on a ship in the harshest storm ever. Is this what Noah’s Arc felt like? Poor fuckers, this sucks ass. He slammed face-first into the doorway.

“Ow! Fucking bitch,” Adam hissed in pain, punching the doorway. The doorway fucking punched back and it hurt his fist.

“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, prick?” Adam kicked, his new hooves were much more effective at kicking than his previous feet. 

Once he felt the wall had learnt its lesson he continued through the hallway. He searched his swimming mind for the location of the dining room but was only met with the buzzing that occupied his brain. He used the wall to support himself as he took careful steps – he wasn’t fully used to his hooves and everything moving in every direction wasn’t helping. Adam miscalculated how far out he was stepping and tripped, crashing onto the floor.

“Urrghh,” he groaned and continued laying on the floor for a little bit longer before trying to get back up. Adam kept falling back to the harsh floor as he would lean too far forward or to the side when trying to stand. 

“Stoppp” Adam whined to the gravity that kept knocking him down, he swore it was increased. 

Laughter broke through his buzzing thoughts and he looked up to the source of it. Oh it was pretty boy – pretty fucking annoying boy! Ohoho, Adam was hilarious. He was so funny. He should say it out loud.

“You’re fucking annoyingly pretty,” He slurred before laughing. Nailed it. Lucifer looked so surprised, he was probably thinking how badly Adam had roasted his dumb ass. The king would probably never recover.

“That so?” Lucifer crouched down – or shrunk, Adam wasn’t sure – and was eye level with Adam as he propped himself up. Lucifer seemed to sniff the air – which didn’t make sense, he didn’t have a nose. Did he breathe through his skin like some fucking weird frog? – and his face scrunched up. 

“You reek of alcohol, did you get into my personal bar?” Lucifer sounded annoyed but not to the point of beating the shit out of Adam.

“Yeah, it all tastes like shit,” Adam groaned, continuing to try and stand once more.

“Did you drink it neat?” Lucifer yelped, looking surprised. “Oh my golly, no wonder it tasted bad, you drank it right out of the fucking bottle!” 

“How else do you drink it? Why put it in the bottle thing if not to just drink it?” Adam questioned but most of his focus was trying to stand up – he was making more progress.

Lucifer cringed, “okay, it seems like you need to be treated to a proper drink.” Was this fag asking him out on a date?

“I ain’t fucking gay, you- you- uhh gay.. Bitch,” Oh yeah, Adam was on a roll tonight – tonight? This morning? He didn’t know nor did he care.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “whatever you say. We can do that tomorrow.” He looked over Adam, “have you eaten?”

“I was tryin’ but someone decided to live in a fucking maze,” He grumbled, finally standing on his hooves. Lucifer grew to his normal height. He was so small, could be crushed like a soda can. 

Lucifer stared at Adam, “okay so we are getting you something to eat and then getting you to bed.” Lucifer grabbed Adam’s wrist and started to drag him, causing Adam to stumble and trip over himself.

“Fuck, bitch! Stop goin’ so fast!” Adam complained, trying to keep up with Lucifer’s break neck speed.

“I’m just walking..?” Lucifer raised a brow before shaking his head, “whatever, fuck it.”

“What- Wo-o-oah! What the fuck?” Adam was suddenly much shorter. What the fuck did Lucifer do to him? He turned his head and was met with Lucifer’s really close face. He looked down and realized that no he had not shrunk, he was being held. By Lucifer. 

“How- why- Put me down!” Adam kicked his feet.

“Hold still would you?” Lucifer sighed, “I don’t feel like dealing with you drunkenly stumbling through my house.”

Lucifer carried Adam like he weighed nothing – despite being much taller and bigger – and carried him through the spinning hallways. How was Lucifer walking so smoothly? He probably did this to Adam. Fucking bitch.

“You broke me,” Adam growled. Lucifer looked at him as he continued to walk impossibly straight.

“What?”

“You made everything spin, asshole. Stop it,” Adam slurred, his brows furrowed.

Lucifer laughed, “that’s not me, it’s called you're drunk off your ass.”

Adam grumbled and crossed his arms, huffing. This was so unfair, wasn’t alcohol supposed to be fun? Instead he felt fuzzy, like he couldn’t hold onto any thought that entered his mind. Adam looked up as Lucifer opened a door with magic and walked into the dining room.

“What time is it?” Adam asked, looking around.

“It's around lunch, I left earlier than I originally thought.”

“So hungry,” Adam mumbled, his stomach aching. It faintly reminded him of being stabbed. 

Lucifer dropped Adam on a chair, his back and legs colliding with the arms of the chair. “Oops,” Lucifer said in a bored tone as he walked over to his chair.

Adam twisted until his ass was properly in the chair, a dull ache blooming in his lower back and legs, “asshole.”

Lucifer ignored him and sat down, leaning his old-man cane against his chair before grabbing his fork and getting ready to neatly eat… Whatever the fuck was in front of him. It looked like a weird sandwich. He held the fork so delicately in his long, dark, slender fingers as he tilted it to the side, cutting into the sandwich and letting what looked like the yolk of an egg spill out.

Lucifer looked over at Adam and raised an eyebrow, “are you going to keep looking at me or are you going to eat?”

Adam blinked hard, “uh- obviously I’m going to eat, just– just curious as to what the fuck that is.”

“It’s a ham and egg croissant sandwich,” he answered as he stabbed into the small piece he had separated and lifted it to his thin lips. 

Adam shook his head, what the fuck was happening? Why was Lucifer less hard to look at? Must be the alcohol – anyways, he was hungry as shit. Ditching the utensils once more he grabbed the sandwich whole – like a normal person, who the fuck cuts up a sandwich? – and bit into it. It was pretty good, the ham and egg worked well together with the swirly bread. It was also juicy from the yolk. 

As Adam chewed, with his mouth closed this time, his hunger really started to set in. Holy fuck it felt like he hated eaten in forever. It took him no time to chomp the whole thing down, licking the plate and his lips clean.

“Someone’s hungry.”

“Damn right, you got any more of these?” He drooled at the thought of more food, it was so fucking good, not to mention the room spun not as fast so that was a plus.

With a simple snap of the shorter man’s fingers there was a whole ‘nother sandwich in front of Adam – which he quickly devoured as well. He ate another like, three or four of those sandwiches before stopping as his stomach was starting to become less welcoming to more food. He slouched down in his chair, hand on his full stomach. Despite his slouching, he could still clearly see Lucifer, who had just finished up eating his one sandwich. This man ate slow as fuck.

“Hopefully all that bread sobers you up, you haven’t stopped looking at me,” Lucifer said casually as he wiped his mouth with a napkin before magicking it away. 

Adam blinked hard. Had he been looking at Lucifer? Why? He was so ugly – well, Adam would usually say that. With the copious amount of alcohol he consumed, Lucifer looked at least decent to look at. Basically, Adam didn’t want to puke looking at the man. Even now he caught himself doing exactly what Lucifer said: staring. 

Obviously Adam was staring because he was looking for a moment to escape. Yeah. He was alert and looking for a way out of here and away from Lucifer’s freaky smile and swept back blonde hair and that stupid fucking suit he wore all the time. Not to mention that big ass hat with the mocking symbols of a snake and an apple.

Adam cleared his throat, “I wasn’t looking at you, I was more looking at how stupid you are.”

“Uhuh,” Lucifer squinted his eyes before speaking again, “anyways, you’re free to go back to your room. I suggest you get some sleep and get the hangover you will get over with faster.”

Adam grumbled something about ‘not being a fucking child’ before standing up and leaving, this time being able to walk and not trip over air – mostly. He walked down the hallways, up one of the thousands of staircases and finally found his room. He turned the knob and opened the door, promptly passing out – half way on the floor, half way on the bed.

[eliotquillon]

Cameron seems like one of those victorian girls that shoplifted just to feel a rush.

In all honesty, I don't think she was that much of a goody-two-shoes when she was younger. It always seemed to me that what happened to her husband changed everything about her. Her morals, thoughts, ideas etc. She was probably a compelety normal teenage girl.

yeah to be clear if characters make speculative assumptions about each other in my fic that’s not necessarily indicative of what i personally headcanon for them—especially for chameron tbh. the things chase or cameron assume about each other in my fic are almost always slightly off from what i personally think about them as separate characters because they forever have some kind of communication gap going on.

that said . i do hesitate to say that her husband’s death is solely responsible for why cameron is the way she is. one of the first things house says when cameron tells him about her husband in 1x7 is ‘you knew he was dying when you married him’; he accepts his death as an explanation for why she’s so bad at giving patients bad news and why she puts marriage on such a pedestal, but the implication here is that actually the reason why cameron is Like That isn’t as simple as the one-off traumatic event that house has been fishing for. see the episode with the 600lb guy where everyone is popping at her all episode desperate to find out what part of her past makes her want to help this guy so badly because they can’t understand and it turns out there isn’t some dramatic reason at all. ‘you can’t be that good a person and well-adjusted’ house adds—he’s not talking about cameron crying over the centrifuge during this scene, he’s still talking about cameron’s decision to marry her dying husband. she was already holding a lot of the same beliefs as in canon when she met her husband.

i think cameron was probably a bit more normal as a teenager, but not drastically different—if anything, she might have been even more puritan in certain regards than she is in canon (like, fuck tritter, but he has a point when he contrasts her decision to sabotage her own college calculus grade with her honesty vs giving him the run round in s3). as chase and cameron say in 2x7 (hunting) while talking about things the hospital might dig up to prove she caught hiv through her own ‘negligence’ if she tests positive—it isn’t like there’d be anything for them to find. so i think high school cameron probably was a bit of a goody two shoes, but not to the extent chase or foreman imagine her to be; she got top grades, and was probably kind of annoying when they had any class debates about morality, but she was still reasonably social and well-liked, even if it was only because she grew up to be conventionally attractive. imo this is probably where cameron’s whole ‘people don’t take me seriously because i’m beautiful and a woman and a bit of a bitch’ complex starts. this is probably a really boring thing for me to say but my attitude towards emptier backstories like cameron’s—i.e where we don’t know anything about her family, her high school, and all the info is focused on her dead husband—is that if that information were central to who she grows up to be, or if it’d be wildly different to what we as an audience would reasonably infer, we’d have been explicitly told it at some point in canon the way we’re told about *waves hand* everything about chase and foreman’s pull-yourself-up-by-the-bootstraps complex. this isn’t to say that cameron’s childhood/college years aren’t interesting to me—they ARE—but moreso that i think they’re kind of deliberately left empty for a reason, and that whatever i can come up with to ‘fill them’ is usually just what’s intuitive to me.

same goes for her arrest btw like logically you can kind of narrow it down (certain things would disqualify her from becoming a doctor/would lead to serious issues down the line) but honestly for me that one is more fun to just leave up in the air. could totally see shoplifting as the reason! part of me is desperate for it to have been a fight/for cameron to have been busted for underage drinking in her first and last high school party or whatever, but it’s more fun to keep us guessing imo.

[trendywaifus]

Hey if you’re planning to add to the Spiderverse AU again(PLEASE DO I NEED MORE) what if Robin sang on stage as spider woman and her secret identity wasn’t just to hide from villains but fans too, and maybe in terms of movement she glides and uses the webs to pull herself higher when she’s starting to get too low(I feel like a bitch suggesting ideas for something you probably already have planned out but I just thought of these out of nowhere and thought I’d share, you don’t have to respond to this just consider them)

ill respond to this anyway to acknowledge that ive read your ask 💚

but yeah i def will be releasing the next spiderverse fic soon. (hopefully before this month is over cus college is starting early next month.) but this is a cool idea! it would make sense for robin to glide and only use her webs if she needs to pull herself back up! she’s an angel after all!! i honestly want her to still be a halovian than a human. but i think I have sum in mind! we’ll see!

and no, you’re okay! i love to hear some ideas I could input in my fics! everyone is free to share their ideas. i’m still figuring out the plot for the stelle and robin fic so any ideas helps my brain juices work!

ty for this non non rahhh

[wehangout]

Another @shamelessdvdcommentary requested by the wonderful @suzy-queued with questions made by the amazing @callivich! This one is for Slick back My Hair (You know the Devil's in There)! These are a lot of fun, so hit me up if you want to see this for a different fic 😘

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

Wrote it in 2015! It’s a long one-shot, and I think my second ever shameless big bang.

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

Okay. Took me a minute. I knew this was inspired by a one-shot I wrote for GW2015 that has since been taken down, but I also knew the one-shot was inspired by something and it took forever to go back and figure it out. Anyway, the initial one-shot was inspired by the Day 7 theme of “Imagine Your OTP – go to the website http://otpprompts.tumblr.com/ and choose a prompt!”. I don’t recall what the exact prompt was (I think digging a grave together), BUT apparently I still have the one-shot posted here on tumblr if you wanna read it! So, yeah, the Big Bang fic was inspired by this one-shot which was inspired by GW2015. Phew. That was a novel on its own

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

Mickey. Because I am me.

What was your favourite scene to write?

I’m not sure, but reading back, I really like the scenes with side characters as assasins. Sheila, Jimmy, and Angela. Fun stuff.

How did you come up with the title?

Ugh. This was back when iTunes was a thing lmao. I basically went through all my music, picking out songs I thought might fit the fic’s plot, then went through the lyrics.

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

Two! I had fake IDs with the names John Foley and Axel McClane which is a reference to John McClane and Axel Foley – Die Hard and Beverly Hills Cop respectively. And I also had this line “Two inches to the right and it would’ve hit your fucking heart, Ian.” "Two inches to the left and it would have missed me completely” which was reference to The Mighty Ducks. Only one reader picked up on these lol.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

The Terry fight scene. And, honestly, I just pushed through it.

Favourite line in the story?

Okay, the “My hero” continuation, but also, back in 2015, I wrote, word for word, “Knew you’d come.” I mean, it’s Ian saying it, but obvi why it’s a fave lmao

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

I wouldn’t call them twists, but the little surprises that turn up along the way – Sheila being a badass, the texter being Mandy.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

At the end, where Mickey goes to save Ian. Ian’s “goodbye” is legit. Dude was sure they (at least he) was going to die.

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

It’s very quick. I’d probably add more depth to it. (also the title shh)

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

I’ve considered it, but one half of the dynamic duo gets taken in this one. What other plot could there be?

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

I think I did the big Oh moment in this, along with a few others. I think that’s about it.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

This is definitely not my most popular, lol, but I appreciate the love it’s received!

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

Oh, always excited

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

I did! Again, this was back in 2015 when my pal Ella @hubrisandwax was still around. We had similar time zones, so we’d Skype and write at night (poetry, bitch), and have our own little sprints. She was my cheerleader and beta!

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?

I know this is an Ian and Mickey romance, but I actually preferred the scenes after Ian was taken. Getting into Mickey’s head when he’ll do literally anything to get Ian back? Including torture and murder his own brother? That shit was fun.

[lalazeewrites]

What are your personal favorite Gallavich fics?

OKAY, BUCKLE IN!

I actually answer this fic and Tumblr like glitched and deleted it and I was crushed about it, but now I'm back. Ready to tackle this again!

First off, I have 90 Gallavich fics bookmarked. So let's start with the fact that I have a lot of fics that I LOVE and I'm going to link you right here to my Gallavich Bookmarks, should you want to look. I didn't add to my list any purely smutty fics and I have A LOT of amazing ones Bookmarked.

That being said, here are my personal standouts. I'm NOT putting these in order of how much I like them, because I would simply die on the spot under that kind of pressure.

BELOW THE READ MORE: 25 FIC RECS & SHORT RAVE REVIEWS

Life, or Something by @palepinkgoat

This fic encapsulates a lot of things that I crave in a fic that is designed specifically for my tastes. Personal journeys that begin rocky and work toward healing. Dark themes that are treated in a very matter-of-fact way instead of rolling in angst. The growth of mental health. You'll probably see those themes a lot in the fics I love. I also have a fascination with all things death, as someone who has almost died many times and who struggles with a chronic illness. This fic is so. . .beautiful? Articulate. FEELING. I love everything about it.

Belladonna by devovitsuasartes

Oh, THIS. Oof. Okay, this is fantasy HOW I WANT IT. So intricate, so unique, so embedded into the world-building that isn't word-dumped on us with exposition, but SHOWN to us. Witches and forced familiars, complicated family dynamics, rough pasts, coming full circle between the beginning and the end. Emotional journeys, coming back from tough experiences, PINING. This is the fantasy for ME.

Is There Somewhere by andchaos

Soulmates! Soulmarks! Mute Ian who is really fucking funny and sweet and Mickey who doesn't think he has a soulmate because he has no 'first words said to me' mark. I love the dance, I love their rapport, I love how warm this fic is. I've read it several times for comfort.

You Can Bite Me by @goodkwuestion

It's easy as breathing to love all of this author's fics, but this is the one for me, and it has nothing to do with the fantasy vampire aspect. This is one of the only fics that has made me cry. I don't cry from fics, almost ever. The write in this goes from hilarious, witty, clever, and sharp, and then swoops you into appreciating the beauty and sanctity of life, traversing the journey of loss and grief, embracing the passage of time, welcoming love into your life, and simply embracing what it means to be human. This fic touched me in ways I'll never be able to express without a five page essay.

Etherized Against The Sky by Snarfle

A canon-divergent story from 1x09 onward. I couldn't put this into words if I tried, because it is EVERYTHING. Everything that I could ever want in a canon compliant type of fic. Holy shit, does this make me ache. It explores so many facets of their growth, mental health, self-acceptance, found family, rebuilding blood family, and learning how to live in the world of Shameless, but this time, thriving. A complete work of art.

You make me feel human by Dragona

Listen. LISTENNN. Are you listening? Anything that is considered a 'dark' AU is going to be my jam. Anything that dips its toe or severed foot into Hannibal or Murder Husbands type worlds are not just up my alley, but they're leading right up to my fucking house and knocking on the door. This is it, folks! This is the one! No one did it like this fic did it! PLUS: A happy ending? Bitch, I'm on the ground.

My Nine Lovers by @annatrow

While we're talking kiss kiss bang bang gun boyfriends, let's just slap this fic right down here, because holy fuck, I have read it at least three times. The pining? The smut? The secrets? SEXY MURDER BOYFRIENDS TURNED HUSBANDS??? Yeah, honey, I'm here in the front row with my little #1 fingie! My Bookmark comment says "This was so fucking clever and reverent and heartening and joyful."

The Mask of Insanity by @annatrow

Yeah yeah, I am trying to pick only one per author, but I simply cannot with this one. It's so fucking gritty and smart and sharp and emotional. Full of depth, character growth, strange life coincidences, bad boys and good guys and where they fall in between together. I'm big on fics that make you fall down, get scraped up real good, then pick you up by the armpits and say, bitch, we're got more to go!

Conflict of Interest by @thisdivorce

Everyone and their mom knew this was coming. It has everything I crave in a fic. Exceptional characterization. Deeply flawed, real humans living through real life events. The struggles of being queer and unsupported, specifically within the trans community. Journeys through mental health and the pitfalls of navigating the world when you don't see it as clearly as others might. Tearing and screaming out of the confines you've built around yourself, even if they're comfortable and safe, but knowing it's no longer right for you. This fic as everything and more and I've read it three times now because it fills my heart.

(And since this author is possibly probably my fav ever in this fandom, check out WIPs Reckoner and Change Like Shifting Shadows because their writing speaks to my pain and love on a bone deep level.)

Burden of Proof by DodgerBear

Okay, I really fucking like crime fics. Whether on the good side, bad side, or grey side, I love crime fics. This one is soooooo good, and I LIVE for the pining, the draw between them, the SPICE. Please! This is so fucking well done! Whip smart and sexy!

(and shout out to WIP by the same author, Quatervois, for which I will wait an eternity to update, I don't care, go read it NOW.)

Wild West Ian and Mickey by 09cityskylights

Always always always, I will be invested in Western AUs. Any fandom, anywhere, any time. I love for Westerns and this author does it so perfectly. I fucking adore this journey and I can't recommend it enough.

Can't Figure You Out by Crimson_Bebop

If I'm going to pick one office AU from the lot (and there's so many good ones, check out this post for more), it's gonna be this. It's nerve-wrecking, hot as hell, an emotional rollercoaster. You're rooting for both of them so badly, but they both require different but equally important things in their lives, and finding that middle ground is MESSY.

Dancing After Death by @squidyyy23

Oh man. Oh shit. I don't know where or hot to start, because this combines two of my fav things, Sons of Anarchy with Shameless. It combines them, yes, but more important, this is completely it's own beast with an incredibly detailed timeline of events. It's hot as all HELL, it's gritty, it's real, it's loving and tender and difficult and highly charged with emotion and struggle. LIVING FOR IT. I have read this three times.

Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me by Mellow_Yellow

Oh hey, we're back at the Lala Loves Murder & Crime Show, and yeah, this one is FULL of it. It's so fucked up. It's so well written. The character growth is fucking A+, the murder reveal is exceptional, the mystery is FRAUGHT WITH DANGER. Guys! It's so fucking GOOD!

Teenage Dirtbag by @celestialmickey

Hah. . .I have read this three times. I'll never have read it enough times. Ian is 17 in 1999 here and I was 12 at the time, so everything this fic speaks to speaks of my entire adolescence and I just. Deeply cherish every moment. I savor every chapter of slow build. I revel in their victories. I sing along to all of their songs that I already know by heart, I wiggle in my seat to the Spotify soundtrack, I live for the vingettes of their happy ending. This fic is so magicl and wias written with such love and care.

you'll never see us again by @spoonfulstar

Okay okay okay, listen to me. Yes, we ALL love Intro to Quantum Dating by this author. I fucking adore it. I open it up at random chapters just to read and make myself smile. But THIS FIC??? THIS ONE??? You have got to be kidding me. I cried. I fucking yearned. I hurt, I hurt so bad down to my toes, and I smiled when things went right, and I teared up when it didn't, and I hoped and prayed for a happy ending, and yes I got one that was fulfilling and beautiful and poignant. Did the fact that I am a kidney transplant recipient play into my deep-seeding feelings about this fic? Absolutely. Do I think everyone should read this fic to grasp what exceptional storytelling looks like? BIG TIME.

Solid Skies and Slate-Blue Earth Below by @sentimentalspiders

This is one of the weirdest fucking fics I"ve ever read and I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. Best alien!Ian! Exceptional, fascinating, vivid writing style! The narrative is articulated in such an ethereal, out-of-the-box way that is perfectly fits a story that is about an alien and a very lost man. It's SOOO COOL.

Brand Spanking New by J_Q

I don't know what to tell you. Micky gets sent to a fuckin' retreat when he gets professionally spanked (by Ian) to fix his horrible behavior. He gets out of there and then he and Ian start a very detailed BDSM relationship. This is SOOO my wheelhouse of JOY, but if it is not yourself, y'know uh. I mean, I still recommend it anyway. It's so wildly delightful and hot as FUCK.

That's a Wrap by @crossmydna

Am I biased because this was written for me as a gift? Shut the fuck up, of course I am. But also, no, because well before Cross took on prompts, they were working on The Menagerie which is in my top five favorite Gallavich fics of all time, and I read it all the time AND YOU SHOULD TOO. Anyway, back to this fic. What can I say, it's EVERYTHING I WANT. Actor AUs! Meet Ugly, the hottest smut imaginable, banter that's sharp and strong, badass Ian & Mickey, everything everything everything.

The Stargazer by crazynadine

Hey yeah, hi, welcome to my Daddy Kink. There's a lot of it. Let me show you around, its got scrappy heart of gold sex worker Mickey, it's got age difference bearded and jaded by life Ian, it's got panties and road side motels, and secrets, jealousy, and hot hot hot smut, like holy shit. But if daddy kink is not your jam, then y'know. . .ahem.

The Question of Normal by blue_newman

Ian is a prison counselor and Mickey is in prison. The way that I LIVE for Ian breaching any of his professional protocols to help Mickey (this goes for so many fics in my bookmarked fics) is unholy, but how about you five me a fucking break okay. I just like it when they break the rules, as they should, because this is Shameless LOL. But seriously, this is so thoughtful and heartening and left me feeling really fucking right in the world after I read it.

Well, I hope this helped! This is only about a fifth of my Bookmarked fics, and I wanted to write about SO MANY MORE. Anyone is always welcome to ask me to rave about fics, I am always here for it lol.

I said this in the begining, but I have bookmaked A LOT of smut fics that I think are exceptional works, so I suggest you filter my Bookmarks by works under 10,000 words and you're gonna find 'em all.

[nonbinary-bitch]

So I saw some fics and posts about the culprits in Ace attorney being like a family and I want to add something about it just because I can.

An average conversation in this place is like:

Redd: So yeah my mum is back on heroin but that's besides the point, back on the topic there shouldn't be so many stairs in prison

April: I agree, fuck this place

Redd: Yeah, it should be just one floor

April: But then how would be push ugly people down the stairs?

Redd: Shit you're right

Mimi: Eh, I would go for poor people instead

April: That's just because your ass was burned af and your makeup is shit

Redd: Bitch you were a nurse and you talk about pushing poor people, who are you to talk?

Mimi: Who are you to talk about pushing ugly people?

Redd: BITCH-

Damon: Don't talk to my husband like that!

Manfred: When the fuck did you get married-?

Meanwhile behind them Mike (who somehow got arrested and send to prison on incident) is coloring with Iris while Acro and Jake watch over them cuz they have nothing better to do, oh and they care I guess. Also Luke is just infodumping Mike who doesn't really mind because there both autistic. Also Mike is an age regressor because why not?

Richard and Jean talk about fashion cuz there gay AND fabulous ✨

Luke is dating Godot, is friends with ALL the ladies and him and Richard try to kill eachother every fucking time

Godot just kinda hangs around and is an awesome boyfriend

Manfred and Damon have a weird relationship no one understands

Mimi and Starr hate eachother but also fuck

Redd and Damon are not only married but also have a healthy relationship like- HOW??? There still evil but like...how???

April just wants to get laid and talk shit about EVERYONE with Redd cuz they are besties fr fr ✨

No one likes Matt and they bully him by saying that they will call Shelly de Killer

Luke is the only one who actually knows how to contact Shelly but he won't tell anyone how

Furio is probably into Jean but honesly who tf knows anymore

Everyone likes Iris

[thesupernaturalhouse]

accidental overlord vaggie au but the vees keep trying to get her to join them purely because her name also starts with a v

alternatively! attempted kidnappings of vaggie to the point where it’s a daily occurrence or most overlord meetings are spent with the vees trying to stir the conversation into convincing vaggie to join and other overlords desperately trying to get other shit done

Yes, Val would be the one to say I "....say sint that new overlords named Vaggie?" "Yeah??" "...doesn't that start with a V?" "....Vix! Get your ass in here Val is being smart for once!!" "I'm always smart you bitch!"

It's probably not a daily occurrence by at least once a week one of the V's(usually Vox of Velvette, lats tike Val tried, well....who knew Charlie could be that scary?) will try to manipulate/trick her into coming with them

Vaggie would just stare and silently laugh, maybe going along with it until it's been an hour or so and then dip. I can see the Vs because, like a version of the team rocket; in the sense that they fail every mission

I can 100% see them doing that, the overlord meeting is the place Vaggie is both the leads and most protected. Because Carmilla would keep Vaggie from going with them, but it's not liek Vaggie can just walk away, so she has to listen to the V's ramble on about their alliance and what not

The other overlords, mainly Carmilla, try to keep on topic for as long as they can. But eventually, the V's, usually Velvette, will start talking to Vaggie, and it is a struggle from there on to keep to the topic

Also!! Fun fact!! I actually had something like this planned for the overlord meeting part, Vaggie was gonna agree with velvette, kind of…

She’d say that Velvette had a point and that this could help people protect themselves, trails off when Carmilla looks at her and then says, that it would also lead to heaven tripling the exterminations or starting a war

But Velvette hears absolutely none of that, so she’s just like “see! She agrees!” and Vaggie’s is just futilely trying to explain that no she’s not

However I didn’t know how to go from there so I deleted it and instead made vaggie mention the exorcists being hostile to one of their own……which im now realizing I could’ve had her panic and say it like “plus I mean- Zestial is right it- it might not have been form a sinner haha! I mean- exorcists have hurt one of their own, so killing….” And it really would’ve just needed some editing, and I could’ve made it work

…..fuck, kinda regret not doing it now….screw it once I finish the parts the parts, I'll make the fic and add it, because why not