#the other ones... didnt help. they didnt stop my knee from bending back

[voidimp]

sighs. buys a $55 hinged knee brace

[fuctacles]

If you saw the snippets where i fucked up the timeline no u didnt.

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"What's his name?" Steve asks, playing with the bunny's paw. The only time he let go of him since last night was to use the bathroom.

"Frankenbunny," Eddie answers, and smiles when Steve snorts after hearing it. "My grandma made him from fabric scraps grandpa would bring from work. I've made the vest, though." He stretches and blinks his eyes open properly, in time to see Steve's impressed expression.

"Really?"

"Well, Wayne helped," he added. "It's actually made from the same jacket I turned into my vest." 

"Oh, that's so cool!" Steve turns the bunny around to take a better look at the details. The tiny vest even has frayed edges and Dio stitched on the back. "You guys match."

Eddie snorts. 

"Yeah, we're both full of stitches," he points out dryly. 

Steve hums, pressing the toy closer to his face. It's something he's done before sleep, too, but last night Eddie wrote it off as a drunken mirage.

"And both pretty handsome fellas," he says, face half-hidden behind the bunny. He opens one eye, looking from under his eyelashes shyly, trying to gauge Eddie's reaction. 

Which, Eddie would love to know and understand as well.

"Oh, I don't know," he shrugs, reaching out to poke at Frankenbunny's face. "He doesn't have the signature Munson dimples." When in doubt, joke, as the Denial Decalogue says. 

Steve hums. 

"Yeah, I guess he can't hold a candle to the real thing. Not as talkative, for one."

Eddie can't help but stare, still leaning over his friend as he processes what he's heard. 

"You like my constant yapping?" he asks in surprise. Even his uncle seems tired of it, at times. Only his players appreciate his word flow, but that's with benefit to them.

"Of course." Steve focuses his attention back on the toy. "When you talk, I don't have to, I can just listen. And that's good because I tend to say some stupid shit," he says, almost absentmindedly. "This way, I'm not the dumb one in the room for once."

The casual innocence of his voice makes the meaning of his words miss Eddie completely until the air waves hit his other ear. 

"Oh, you little..."

As Steve's cheeky smirk grows, he pounces. 

Frankenbunny falls away, the hands holding him now focused on guarding all the ticklish spots. 

"Eddie!" Steve laughs, trying to grasp his wrists and squirm away. "We need to be quiet." 

"Should have though of it before being a brat!" Eddie grins at him, doubling his efforts and moving to pin him in place. 

Steve makes a distressed sound and writhes under him, bending hard enough it dislodges Eddie off of him but also, off the bed. He falls down with a surprised squeak.

"Sorry!" Steve barely suppresses his laugh when he looks down at him. "You alright?"

"No," Eddie groans, splayed on the floor. "I got back-stabbed."

"The dramatics are intact, you'll be fine," he rolls his eyes and steps over him. Eddie makes an even more wounded sound, but Steve ignores him, choosing to look for something comfy to wear instead. He throws a tshirt that doesn't smell of barbecue at Eddie's face, mistakenly assuming that's it—they are going to leave his bedroom and start on breakfast for the others. 

Wrong.

As soon as he has a pick of clothes in his hand, and is trying to get to the bathroom, Eddie grabs his ankle. He makes an undignified yelp and lands on the other boy. Which, serves him well. 

They roll on his carpet in an impromptu wrestling match, grinning at each other and muffling their laughs, trying to get the upper hand. 

Until Steve snaps his teeth at Eddie.

They freeze, two pairs of wide eyes staring at the other in silence. 

Steve moves first, backing away and almost falling over Eddie's knees. 

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he explains quickly, scrambling to get off his friend. Eddie doesn't stop him, just stares openly at the mesmerizing specimen in front of him.

"That was so fucking hot."

"I don't know why I did—what?" Steve sits back on his haunches, eyes even wider as he stares at Eddie. At his wild hair splayed around his head, at his flushed face. The sliver of skin visible where his shirt has ridden up while they were roughhousing. 

"What?" he parrots, licking his lips nervously. 

"What did you just say?" Steve presses, voice turning desperate, pressing. But Eddie seals his mouth into a tight line. Lead by a hunch, he looks for his answer down the line of his body.

"Hey!" Eddie protests, sitting up and pulling his shirt down. But it was too late, the tent in his pants has been seen. "What the fuck, man?!" he hisses, his face red and eyes wide in panic. 

"Sorry, I—" Steve bites his lip. "But I snapped at you? That's weird, right?"

"Well, I'm apparently into weird, so..." Eddie trails off, looking away. Pointedly avoiding Steve's searching eyes. 

"You're into it?" he prods, but all Eddie can give him is a shrug. It's too fresh of a feeling to properly explain. Hell, he hasn't full came to terms with it himself yet. 

"Is it like a... a sex thing?" Steve tries again. 

"Maybe? Probably? I don't know!" Eddie snaps defensively, folding in on himself to hide his thankfully wilting erection. 

Steve's silence is terrifying, and when he looks up, he finds his eyes still studying him.

"Quit staring, man," he mumbles, squeezing his thighs together. "I'm sorry."

"Don't." Steve shakes his head. "It's fine, it happens. But just... don't move for a second."

"It happens," Eddie is muttering mockingly, when the rest of his friend's words register in his brain. "What?" But Steve is already too close, and he can't escape. Not that he wants to. "Steve," he says quietly, between a warning and a plea, when warm breath hits his neck.

Steve is sniffing him. At the crook of his neck, where undoubtedly his embarrassment has gathered in a pool of sweat.

He's terrified in a way that has nothing to do with fear. Worried what Steve might smell on him, when his surprisingly cold nose brushes his skin. 

Or maybe it's him running hot with whatever has just transpired. 

Eddie flinches at the touch and Steve moves away, his eyes big and warm with something he can't read. 

"You're fine," he says, and it sounds more like a relief of his own than reassurance for Eddie. "I'm into weird too."

Eddie looks at him quizzically, until he realizes it's not Steve's face holding his answers. He trails his gaze down, and immediately aims it back upward, over-correcting towards the heavens, where maybe he'll get some guidance.

"Shit," he croaks out from his closed up throat. Steve is way too close to him too, from his impromptu sniffing session. Eddie coughs to clear his airways. "Why did you smell me? Is it that bad?" he jokes, but has a feeling Steve won't take the out. Not with the curious way he's looking at him. 

"You smell like want," he answers with painful honesty. "Embarrassment."

Eddie blushes at that one. Well, yeah. Popping a boner in front of your, uh, something, will do that to a man.

"But also joy, affection," Steve continues. "And no fear."

"Why would I fear you? We were just playing around. It's not like you're gonna bite me," he focuses on the safest option. He's not unpacking his feelings for Steve first thing in the morning. Maybe after a coffee. 

It's Steve's turn to go beet red. 

"Sometimes I want to."

"What?" 

He shuffles back sheepishly. 

"Sometimes I see you and I really, really wanna bite you."

Eddie stares at him.

"In like, a werewolf way?" he asks dumbly, earning himself a flat look.

"I think we've established this is not how werewolves are made. I meant in, like, a playful way," he explains. "Like, I'm so excited and happy I can't hold it in anymore, way."

He wants to ask if it's a pack thing, but bites his tongue, not sure if anyone has even taught Steve pack rituals. The guy is going through pure instincts alone, and should be supported in it, so really, there's only one thing he can say.

"Well, why won't you?"

They stare at each other in stunned silence, until a clatter comes from downstairs.

"Steeeeve! The express is doing it again!"

Eddie deflates with a groan, falling back onto the carpet. What the fuck did he just say? He won't survive this crush. Steve will be no help, as he's now hovering over his body.

"We'll get back to this," he says quietly, in a promise or a warning, before clambering upright and out of the room, yelling at Robin.

"Do not press the fucking button!"

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[aninipanin1]

If requests are still open, can you write some scenarios or headcanons of Miss Manger Sr. interacting with the World 5? Maybe like what Miss Manager did to get them to notice her or just a cute shoujo moment btwn them. Thank you!

IN A SHOUJO MANGA

Notes: I already answered an ask about how the World 5 met manager reader! So for this I will be doing the shoujo monents because its sounds so cute. Hope you enjoy anoon! :D

LEONARDO LUNA - Tying your shoelace for you.

"Phew, I feel like I ran a whole marathon."

You let out a heave, as you walked the halls, in your arms a not-so heavy box filled with paperwork. You had been going back and forth from your office to Anri's, returning and getting every paperwork inside her office to finish and return. Your once presentable hairstyle now loosened, some strands falling to your face and tracksuit a little damp and crumpled from your sweat now. Overall, you looked like a mess, a tired mess.

"Ms. Y/n! Fancy seeing you here."

You hear a familliar voice call to you. Turning around, you found a familliar mop of blonde hair partnered with green eyes and a tall build. A polite and friendly smile crawled up your face, greeting the Spanish player.

"Good morning, Luna-san!"

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, just going to my office to start the paperworks in here."

You said, looking down at the box in your hands. The blonde player nodded his head, before raising an eyebrow at the untied laces of your shoes.

"Your laces are untied."

"Oh, I didnt notice it unraveled. Thank you, Luna-san."

You looked down at the dangling laces of your shoes, realising that in the midst of your stressed countenance, you did not even notice that it got untied. Just as you were about to put down the box in your hand and bend down to fix it, Luna stopped you.

"Let me, Ms. Y/n."

He dropped to the ground, using his left knee as support as he tightened the lace before making a double bow to make sure it did not undo again. He made sure that both your shoes were secure, before standing up and giving you the most charming smile he can pull.

A smile used to win thousands of hearts in hopes of winning one heart.

Truthfully, he had been waiting for just the right moment to show you his interest. However, when the moment does come, he would get interrupted (mostly by the others). But finally, his moment arrived now.

He was definitely satisfied with his actions and the fact that he did not get interrupted.

"O-oh...thank you..."

You were so flustered. And why would you not? You read shoujo mangas before or even watched movies and animes about them. Maybe it was just because you do feel lonely at times and that wss your only taste of romance.

But by God, you wished someone would have told you that you would experience these types of things once in your life.

'Ughh, why did he have to be so handsome and slick? Luna-san, I hate you...'

ADAM BLAKE - Kabedon.

"Hmm..."

You carelessly sung a tune, folding clean towels before hanging them on each locker in front of you. It was your weekly locker cleaning, and this time, you had your work cut out for you seeing as you skipped last week and now it was covered in dust.

"That was fast...I wonder if its because of the ventilation next to it."

But your thoughts never wandered farther as you hear a someone shut the locker beside you shut. Looking up, you found an arm extended on the locker beside your head, an action that rendered you shocked.

'Wha-'

"Well, well, if it isn't the pretty miss manager. Can I help you with anything?"

A deep voice rumbled in his chest and sent shockwaves down your spine came from behind you, to which you slowly turned around to find the familliar English player.

Raising his other arm, he made sure that you had no means of escaping until he let you. Standing there, albeit awkwardly against the locker door, you had no choice but to stay there and avoid his gaze to stop the loud beating of your heart.

'Oh my god... when will my poor heart have a break today?! First Luna-san, now this?!'

"May...ahem...may I help you, Blake-san?"

At the question, his smirk widened, and the space between you both lessened.

In his point of view, the closeness made him see the details of your face that he had never seen before. From how your lashes fanned on your skin, to even how your forehead was wrinkled due to the nervous face you were pulling.

God, you were even more adorable like this.

As much as he loved how poised and professional you were in work, seeing the different emotions your face pulled made him excited and pumped to see more of what you hid beneath the mask of ethics.

"Yep, I think you can, Miss Y/n."

"Ehm...really?"

"Yes! I believe that this specific locker is mine, and well, I don't think you appreciate it that I'm half naked, am I right?"

He winked, tone intentionally too saccharine that it sounded like he was teasing more than stating something. And that worked seeing as you blew a fuse, face heating up so bad that he swore he could see smoke coming from your head.

'Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!! THIS IS EMBARASSING!'

Looking up a bit, you noticed that he only had blue sweatpants on, showing off his muscular figure, his arms flexing unintentionally as he used it as support while holding the position you two were in. A sight that only made you even more embarrassed.

'AHHH I have to get out of here...'

"I-I'm SO SORRY! Um you can get dressed and uh - BYE!"

Ducking under his arm, you ran off the locker room. Cleaning materials abandoned inside the room at the foot of the door and heart pumping so loud in a mix of mortification and anxiety.

Inside the room, you left behind a stunned Adam Blake who could only chuckle at the stunt you pulled. Running his hand through his hair while picking up a shirt from the lockers, he shook his jead at the memory of your face.

'She's too cute for my own sake.'

PABLO CAVASSOS - Pinching your cheeks.

Call it a rather...childish habit, but Cavassos likes pinching something he finds really adorable. From plushies of famed characters to his own pets, and heck even his own cheeks sometimes, he really likes feeling the softest things under his fingertips.

It was a habit he picked up from his mother, seeing as she would always give the most painful yet loving cheek pinches towards him when he was still a kid and he regrettably got that from her since.

Though he never thought that a day would come that holding back this habit would be such a huge struggle.

He managed to successfully ask you to eat lunch with him, something that was slowly morphing into a ritual between you both. Pablo was someone you liked talking to, especially due to you both sharing the same likes and dislikes.

It was probably only him that had a much deeper agenda to these lunches though.

You were happily eating away your food, cheeks inflating with the food. You were clearly famished from having to run around the facility.

Beside you, he can only watch with a small hint of a smile on his face as he watched you eat like a hamster. The happy look in your eyes were just too infectious.

Swallowing the food, you tilted your head when you noticed Pablo staring at you, albeit too intensely. His food was forgotten on his plate.

"Cavassos-san?"

"Yeah?"

"Um is there something on my face?"

Instead of anxiety of being caught, a chuckle just escaped his lips as he extended his hand out to the side of your lips, showing a stray grain of rice.

"Now it's gone."

"O-oh...right...thanks."

Speechless, that was what you were.

Trying to calm your heart, you flicked your head back to your food and stuffed another spoonful of it in a rush to put your head in the food rather than whatever it was he was pulling on you.

Before you can put the spoonful inside your mouth, though, you suddenly feel a pair of hands reach out to your cheeks before squeezing it.

Pablo's touch was gentle, yet there was a small hint of aggression on it that made you blink your eyes in realization at what he was doing.

"Wha-"

"You're the only person that I can say is miles cuter than me, Y/n."

He sighed, albeit too dreamily, a tone you had never heard from him before. There was no hint of some sort of defeat, but instead, he said the words like they were a fact written in the book of truth.

There was just a small line on his face, one not showing any hint of emotions, something you are a little upset about. It was so unfair that you were right here, face heating up while his face was the same as it always was.

The proximity between you two lessened, the distance not that of two close friends but something more. Something that cannot be described by just words alone.

A small, almost unnoticeable pout landed on your lips as you avoided his gaze. The gesture only makes him more amused than ever, as if he was not so intimately close to you.

'These guys...they're too comfortable. Don't they know that I am still a lady who needs her space in order to feel normal!'

DADA SILVA - Comforting you crying.

This is the first time you ever heard of this before, much to your surprise as you stood in front of the Brazilian player, hands holding up your laptop.

"You also love movies, Silva-san?!"

"Yeah... things get kind of boring, especially in long flights, so I always end up watching something in the plane."

You beamed happily at that, moving your chair to give him more space to sit beside you. The foreign romance movie is still playing on the laptop screen as you both silently paid attention to what the characters were saying.

It was one of the most popular movies worldwide currently, and your friends told you that it was for good reasons. They even gave you a heads up to bring a box of tissue in case.

Naturally, you raised an eyebrow to that. Now, you were not completely emotionless. You cried your eyes out in a few movies before, but that does not mean it was a common situation. Especially when you are not watching alone, like right now.

Surely, this movie is not that bad, right?

"Wait- no! Don't leave him!" You let out, sniffling against your hand as the story hit its conclusion, eyes red and teary as you watch the two main characters, once lovers, now separate.

Turns out, it was that bad. As in really bad, that 15 minutes before the credits rolled, you were already crying and wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

You tried, you really did, but the script and the acting were just too good, and the dam burst. You looked like your pet just died, sniffles coming out in response.

Beside you, Dada just sighed, a small smile on his face finding your crying face amusing and adorable. He'd admit, the story was indeed angsty. Kind of melodramatic, but it definitely works with the overarching theme and story.

But, he did not really expect you, calm and composed you to start bawling your eyes out the moment the main female character received an important letter that was the catalyst of her and the male love interest to separate.

"Y/n, you'll scratch your face with that. Here."

He offered a clean tissue, helping you wipe your tears away, gently flicking away your arm that used the thick fabric of the sweatshirt to wipe away your tears and snot.

"O-oh...thank you...s-sorry. It's just... so sad they have to...leave each other."

"Yeah, it is."

The credits rolled, and you were just there, sitting and contemplating what you just watched. Though you were really thankful and embarrassed that Dada had to see you like that, as well as even wiping away your face for you!

His large hand was on your back, rubbing it up and down as some sort of comfort as he pushed some of your hair from your face.

Yeah, he is definitely thanking that movie for having you like this. All mushy and open to him comforting you like this, and he is not complaining at all even if the hem of his long sleeves were a little wet from your tears.

It was worth it to comfort your sweet soul and be a little closer to you.

BONUS:

EGO JINPACHI - "Overthinking" boss.

"It's not like that, Ego-san..."

Your eyebrows knit together as you defended your case against the ravenette director of the project, who did not even face you. His body and chair face the dozens of monitors, instead of looking at you.

"You may think it is. But how do you think other people will think of it? This is a project for us to win the World Cup, not a dating show."

Ouch. That hurt, the way his tone sounded almost made it sound like you were abandoning your duties in favour of seducing men.

Which was farther from the truth, seeing as you were one of the pillars of the project and without you, most of the arrangements would not be physically possible.

"I'm just being friendly with them so they won't rat us out to the JFU if we even treat them a little bad. And um, its really more of a professional friendship than anything."

"Yet, the way they interact with you looks different. Do you think that the shit they pulls is something they do to their friends, especially friends who are the opposite gender?"

You flinched at that. Even if they do act supposedly like the way Ego is describing them to be, it was not like it was your fault they are acting that way.

Yet, his harsh and cold tone made it seem that way.

Heaving a broken sigh, the fatigue of work, as well as the stress the JFU put on your shoulders and now even Ego's words add on your shoulders, forcing you to just bow your head and hold back your tears.

"I...I understand. Sorry, Ego-san. I...I have to go do my work."

You walked out of his office, skillfully hiding the fact you were crying. It felt so unfair to you, about hoq you were being blamed for just wanting to be in good terms with people you meet in work.

To be someone unlike him, so crude and rude.

Meanwhile, inside the office, Anri just glared at the man who did not even seem guilty with what he said.

"Why did you say it like that, Ego-san? It is not even her fault. It's so unfair to scold her and not the players for acting unprofessional."

"I just wanted to prevent any ideas coming from anyone in this place. I will not be the last person to think this way and you know that."

"Yeah, but its not her fault. Don't scold her for it. You even made her cry."

"Whatever."

'I swear, you are the worst type of person when they're jealous. Poor Y/n-chan..."

Anri rolled her eyes, proceeding to work. It was so obvious that he was jealous that the foreign players were very much taken and open in their affection towards you. Now jealousy, was not inherently evil.

What was bad was how he addressed and decided to act upon it. Spilling his frustrations on oblivious, you who only wanted to act amicable and professional to everyone you meet.

Welp, she'll visit you later because Anri knew, Ego will never applogise nor even reach out to her and ask her if she's alright so she'll do it herself.

'You're destroying all your chances, you idiotic buffoon.'

ADDITIONAL TIME:

"Y/n-san, please don't cry anymore."

"I just...I just hate him so much...I was just trying my best...to be welcoming...yet he made me sound like...a desperate...attention seeker."

You sobbed in your legs, hugging them closer to your chest. Meanwhile, Isagi, Bachira, and Chigiri were beside you, trying their best to comfort you.

They never saw you this upset before. Being their pillar in even the toughest of times, you never did confide your own fears and pain to them. You were always the listener, the comforter, the loving and supportive figure that pushed them to be better.

But, when they rounded the wrong corner towards their rooms, they were given whiplash when they saw you sobbing and crying alone in a cold corner.

Of course, they immediately rushed to your side, and for the first time, they saw you break down and say your own grievances.

Heck, they never hear you say you hated anyone before, too. Always being so patient and understanding, however, they knew that everybody had their own breaking points.

And this was probably the last straw.

"Don't worry, Y/n-san! We hate him, too! He's always so weird and well...we just hate him!"

"Bachira's right, Y/n-san. Everyone here in Blue Lock only follows him because he is the director of the project and because we want to improve. Nobody likes him that much really."

May cameras and hidden listening devices be damned. They aren't letting you stand up until you are all better.

So yes, screw Ego Jinpachi for making their beloved manager cry, the three simultaneously thought.

Drama rama, screw Ego Jinpachi we all collectively say.

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[fandomwritinga]

nitoku is cute, like hes NERDY HUT HES CUTE. like imagine nitoku’s taking pics of u in suggestive outfits and hes all like “oh i wanna use you as reference for my literature “ but in reality he just wants to keep pics of his partner being all sexy !!(n maybe jerk off to them when ur not there)

OH MY GOD NITOKU MY LIVE

I fr love how he looks

Anyways i made it nsfw i hope thats ok😵‍💫

Nitokuuuu

- my beloved

-

- So

- You start to think its weird when you read his stories and none of them have anything to do with the outfits

- But hey maybe he just hasnt showed you the ones that he needed the pics for !

- Yes thats it! Right?

- When he first brought it up he had some shame in him

- Afraid you were gonna laugh at him

- But you didnt

- Awwww… he cant believe just how nice you are to him!

- But just how far is he gonna go?

- The first time was just a pose of two characters really close to each other

- The fact that he had a hard on is besides the point

- The next time he needed something he gave you a whole outfit!

- You were a bit surprised to say the least but he is your partner you will surely help him out

- What you didnt think tho was that he is gonna take pictures

- But dont worry he will delete them !!

- Just give him some time to finish the story!! And surely he will delete them !!

- The poses keep getting more suggestive and intimate

- You keep complaining about the pictures but you dont push it

- The reason you dont is cuz you caught him jerking off to the pictures

- You think as long as its just for him there is no harm

- But you wont lie that the last one was your favorite

- He gave you a robe similar to his

- You were naked under it

- And so was he

- Safe to say you decided to get back at him

- You slowly spread your legs even tho the script didnt need it

- He was very surprised

- But you said its a better story this way! And he listened like a lost puppy

- He just kept looking at you, admiring you

- Your curves, your soft skin

- The robe is now of you shoulders and he is on his knees on the floor

- Painfully hard

- You start to push your hand between your legs

- He does the same

- Just until you stop him

- “W-what?!” You stop him because after all the script is about a lonely woman so you must act on your own

- He looks defeated at you

- You just continue your fun, toying with him

- You start pleasing your self, lost in the feeling, you dont notice him moving towards the script

- He grabs the script and scribbles something on it

- By the time you realize, you guys are fucking, robes still on

- You are on top and he is doing everything to keep you moving

- He is whining, bucking his hips, pleading for you to keep moving but you dotn move

- You know he is a fighter, way stronger than you, but you know he would never use his strength agains you

- You check the script for the part he scribbled in

- “Woman gets to cum thanks to sex by man”…. “Is this your life greatest work?” You look at him

- He just looks back and says “i was in a hurry” and bucks his hips into you

- You both let out a chuckle

- Your hands are on him, touching him constantly

- So you decide to have fun for a bit more

- You start riding him

- He is getting loud, talking about how nicely you squeeze him, how he cant wait to cum in you!

- But then you suddenly stop

- You get off and walk towards the door

- “No! no! Please! Where-wha” he asks sadly and surprisedly, still laying on the floor

- You naked body still partially coved by the robe turns around to him, your back facing him now as you just look back at him

- Your hand brushes the robe away from your ass, bending over a bit, you bum now fully sticking out

- “I think there were a few more scenarios and poses that the script had, right?”

- He looks baffled

- “YES!” He yells out

- He starts getting up and you just throw your robe at him, now fully naked

- He looks at you in awe as you run away into the house butt naked

- He smiles and takes his robe off too running after you laughing and blue balled :)

- Who knows what else was in the script?

[cinnasweetss]

karmic lover | p.wb

SYNOPSIS: in which you come to wonbin as a karmic lover for all he's done, and continues to do, to julie. now he's forced to imagine you in her place.

GENRE: smut, pwp.

CONTENT: wonbin is the biggest dick on the planet (has the biggest one too), wonbin is in a relationship with julie, oral (m receiving), protected sex, mentions of cheating, reader is not actually involved just mentioned, wonbin is delusional as hell, mentions of wonbin taking readers virginity, other shit I know I'm forgetting to add.

A/N: I can definitely expand on this if need be...I actually just cut this part out of a whole fic I wrote and it made it into a standalone. lollll.

every day, around the clock, even in his dreams, you're all park wonbin can think about. the park wonbin who's known to be the campus' resident dick. literally and figuratively. known cheater and manipulator. especially when it comes to julie.

which is why he's been ignoring her, minus the fact they're supposed to be taking time away from each other.

julie comes in using the key that is for emergencies only. the key that wonbin should've given to sungchan instead. he'll have to get those locks changed eventually.

"Why haven't you answered my texts?" wonbin is everything but happy to see her. wishing she'd go away until he gets the feelings he has for you to go away. "We broke up." it's an exaggeration that makes julie roll her eyes. taking a break and breaking up are two different things. to her at least.

"Won..." she says, inching closer to wrap her arms around his torso. "let's make up, hm? you said you wouldn't do it anymore...I believe you." except he has, he never stopped. doesn't really plan on it either, he knows he only has to swear he'll never do it again for julie to fall right back in his lap. "Hm?"

he only does it because he thinks it'll help him stop thinking about you, that's all it is. that's why he kisses her, caressing her cheek like he did yours. making her get on her knees so he can imagine its you instead. imagine its you pulling him out of his sweats, you pushing his half hard cock past your lips that haven't touched any others but his. you that works and sucks his cock like its the last on earth.

he can imagine it, vividly, just as soon as he shuts his eyes. if he can't see her, he can imagine its you instead. it is you, its you choking on his length as he pushes it past your throat, you gagging around him so much it feels euphoric. he grabs your head, pushing your nose to his navel as he jams into your throat with no mercy. You try and push him away, give yourself room to breathe, but he won't let up.

not when he realizes its julie instead of the woman he wants it to be.

he pulls out of her mouth, pulling her over to his bedroom just a few feet away, and shoving her on his bed. the bed where he had you just a few nights before. writhing and squirming underneath him as he took your innocence.

he rips her out of her clothes, pulling her out her matching set that he didnt waste a single second looking at. a matching set that you wouldn't even put on. its quick, flipping her over so she bares her ass at him, and reaching in his nightstand to pull a condom on.

he needs to move quick, keep you in his head before he realises its julie, before he has a chance to get soft. he stuffs himself in her without a word. "Bin!" she cries, back arching just the way he likes it, back arching to where he can easily grab ahold of her hips and jam his cock into her. "missed this pussy...so much." it's for you, but it's okay if she hears it because right now she is you. he's able to slip back into imagining its you, and its so real.

"fuck, y/- julie. shit. just like that." her name tastes bitter in his mouth even though he's said it many of times before he met you. "baby! oh, god!" she's so oblivious wonbin feels a little bad for her. but not for long. only because her continuous outburst are pulling him from his fantasy.

he has to bend down and place his hand over his mouth to quiet her because she sounds nothing like you. this way he can ignore the muffled moans as he continues to use her. using her to get himself off because he can't have you. you're supposed to stay the girl he cheated on his girlfriend with. nothing more. you're not supposed to take Julie's place.

[jerrysghostwriter]

Sober thoughts..

Continuation of drunk words

Nsfw/mdni

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Vessels POV

Id spent the three days since settling from tour thinking of III, hell id spent most of my time in general thinking of him, consumed by every action, drawn in by his presence

Yet he seemed to ignore me, after the first few shows id realized he avoided me constantly off stage, like id unknowingly caught some awful disease

Tonight i was fed up, i could only take so much, id finished off my fifth drink as my thoughts spiraled

'Why does he do this'

'What is it about me that isnt enough'

'Why does he hate me'

Every show he kisses me through our masks

Gropes me, grinds on me

Yet afterwards you would think we dont know each other at all

I know the others have noticed, side eyed and asked me what was going on, I just didnt have answer other than my own inner critic..

Before i know it ive drunk called and texted III, and then managed my way to and inside of his flat, my lips on his, my hands grasping at every inch of him i can

He seems to be unsure or wary and I start to think ive fucked up

If he didnt hate me he truly would now

But then he kisses me back, demands entry to my mouth

Its purely a battle of teeth and tongues at this point

Needing a breathe i pull away and look at him, breathing heavy and flushed red

Gods hes gorgeous is all im able to think

He breaks the silence first

"Ves.. Please"

Snapping my self out of my stupor I straighten up

"Please what III?"

"No more games, Touch me" he whimpers

Thats all it take to break me truly, grab him and bring him to the couch attempting to straddle him, yet before i can im flipped onto my back with him on top of me , looking down at me with a look on his face id finally managed to place, desire.

III POV

Bending down to take vessels shirt off i start to pepper kisses down from his jaw to his chest, his smooth skin, lean panes of muscle, id thought so much about it yet i could have never imagined this outcome

I get down to his belt and look up at him, his face taking on a pink hue, his chest covered in marks from my wet kisses

"May I?"

"Yes.. fuck please"

At his words I work his belt off and take him out of his jeans, stroking him gently leaving open mouthed kisses on his head

"Fuck III"

Hearing him whimper my name with that husk of desire and seduction is something i could have ever dreamed , though he seems to get tired of my teasing and takes control, fisting a hand in my hair and pushing me down

"Open"

I obey and he feeds his dick into my mouth, i go to suck but he pulls me back off of him with a pop

"Did I tell you to suck?"

Gods at this point Im going to come in my pants like a teenager

He puts me back on his dick and starts to thrust upwards, using me for his pleasure , drool running down my chin and tears in my eyes

He pulls me back up and throw me down on the couch as he crawls up over me

"Do you want this?"

"Yes vessel please" I whimper needy and worked up

He starts to undress me , nipping at the junction of my shoulder and neck running down my body until he gets to my joggers, pulling them off and spitting on my cock starting to stroke me

Gods I cant handle it, his touch , so gentle but the feeling of his rough hands on my sensitive skin is driving me insane , pre cum coating the head of my cock

"Tell me if you want to stop"

" keep going.. please vess dont stop"

"On your knees chest to the couch"

I follow his command, arching my back for him

"Look at you, needy and ready for me, so gorgeous"

"Please vess"

At plea he take a finger and drags it down my back to my sensitive rim before pushing it inside

"Fuck fuck fuck vess"

"Sshh ive got you"

After adding another finger and working me open he pushes the head of his dick against my ass wnd starts to push in

I cant help the moans that spill from me, covering my mouth to keep quiet i muffle my whimpers and whines but he grabs my arms and tugs them behind my back, holding them together in one spidery hand

"Let me hear you, hear what im doing to you"

Fuck im so screwed

He bottoms out with little resistance and hisses behind his teeth , starting to move slowly with a groan

"Fuck your doing so good for my baby"

"More please i need more i can take it"

At that he start to set a rhythm and as my moans get louder and my begging continues he seems to lose it and give in, pulling all the way out before going down to the hilt again at a punishing pace, sure the have me bruised and sore in the morning but fuck if im not enjoying every second only getting louder and louder as he goes, every one of his own moans spurring me on

"Fuck vess im gonna cum please dont stop"

"Not.. yet.. wait for me"

Fuck fuck fuck i cant take it anymore

"Fuckk now baby cum for me"

At his words that knot at the base of my spine unfurls and im filled with the white hot heat and ecstasy of an orgasm, barely registering him cumming in me or slowly fucking me through our releases

As we come down vessel seem to falter

"Fuck III thats not what i meant to happen"

At his words i start to worry , he thinks this was a mistake, he doesnt want me

"You regret this?"

He has this stricken look on his face as he replies "gods no, i just , i thought you didnt and thats why i texted and called, i couldnt handle the not knowing why you ignored me after how we acted on stage"

Hearing this the guilt sets in "Truly id never meant to, i thought that you hadnt wanted to be near me after, that id made things awkward between us"

"No III, Ive had feelings for you for years I just never acted on them, then when i thought you might feel the same you ignored me"

"Im so sorry"

"Its okay , just are we on the same page now?"

"Yes , yeah we are ves"

We spent the rest if the night cuddled in the couch working through lyrics and running through ideas for the next release

Glad to say that the saying is true

Drunk words really are sober thoughts

[aubrey-plush12]

OLEASE 1 oneshot with upgraded shiny x reader I'm dropping to my KNEES...... He's not loved enough shiny likers r STARVING!!!!!!1

I am rlly sorry for doing this really super duper late..I’ll make the reader another robot since u didnt say what u wanted the reader to be…

upgraded shiny x robot!reader

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You were another robot who worked in the edf team,and your job was to also help fight the kaiju,but also evacuate the citizens when thunder or shiny couldn’t.the robot you had admired most had been shiny.you found him adorable.everything about him made you feel warm inside.today was another kaiju battle,and while you evacuated the citizens thunder and shiny took care of the kaiju.you turned your head around for a quick moment,only to see thunder tell shiny “heads up.” Before a decapitated kaiju head fell on shiny,making him stumble and try to get it off.you chuckled a little,finding it how silly shiny was.you hoped that he would never change.

Back at the edf base,you looked over from your hangar to see the workers in thunders hangar cheering him on,while shiny,covered in kaiju goo,waved back at everyone as Alex congratulated you three.you turned your head to shiny,feeling bad for him.he kept complaining about these past few kaiju missions,and you could tell that he was tired of it.the little antenna on his head bending down in sadness.eventually after hearing all of the bickering it was night.and you and thunder had shut down,besides shiny.you tried opening your eyes slowly,and you saw shiny sneaking out of his hangar.thank god he didn’t notice you were watching him.you don’t know if you should confront him and ask what he was doing,or tell thunder yourself.but instead,you kept quiet and went back to sleep.hopefully it was nothing important..

The next day came,and the kaiju alert rang.you got out of your hangar just like thunder,only for shiny nowhere to be seen..you looked at his hangar and wondered..where could he be?thunder also looked at shinys hangar and was just as confused as you were.”where is shiny?” Thunder said,looking at you to see if you knew where he was.only for you to give him a shrug.then not even five seconds later,you and thunder both heard a loud booming voice that sounded similar to shinys.”the new and improved shiny is here!” You and thunder both turned around to see shiny,but instead of his normal self,he looked more…well you just didn’t know what to say.your head tilted while thunder looked in surprise to this new form of shiny.he was mostly black,with red neon everywhere on him.even having some features of thunder like his Mohawk,and the things on his shoulders..so this must’ve been what he was sneaking out for last night..?an upgrade?was it because of what he said the other day?you thought,looking at shiny..for some reason you couldn’t get your eyes off of him…as alex became concerned,wondering if shiny could handle upgrades,shiny started to walk towards the giant edf door.”there is no time for figuring this out.there’s a kaiju that’s in our atmosphere if you didn’t notice.” Is what shiny said as thunder followed him from behind and you did as well.”but shiny,what is this?you have equipped yourself with unauthorized expiremental components..” shiny stopped walking for a moment to turn his head around to thunder as he raised one of his arms.”thunder. Gawk at me,follow me,or get the crunk out of my way.” Shiny said as he flew off right in front of thunder,leaving you two.but eventually thunder flew off,and so did you.

It seemed like ever since those upgrades he’d been acting like a jerk.shiny would always destroy the kaiju before you or thunder could do something to it.and you don’t know why,but it sometimes seemed like shiny had been…flirting with you?he would often glance at you and smirk,use his weapons in front of you to impress you,and he would only argue with thunder but never with you.but you shook it off as nothing too serious.it’s not like he felt the same way as you did..

It was another kaiju battle,and of course shiny defeated it himself.as you were knocked out by the kaijus tail earlier,you didn’t realize a building was about to fall on you as you laid down.before you could move shiny stepped in,pushing the building away from you as he reached out a hand.”are you ok?”you squinted your eyes at him for a second.shiny had never been so caring like this after his upgrade,did he really feel the same way as you did for him?you didn’t say anything,only giving him a quick nod and using his hand to get yourself up.as it was now sunset,you three were walking back to the edf base.as you were walking in between them,hearing thunder and shiny both argue about his new upgrades,you couldn’t help but feel shiny overheating and getting more angry from thunder arguing.you slightly leaned on shinys shoulders,which caught him off guard as you asked him if he was ok.he managed to mutter out a little “fine.” Making it seem like he was annoyed,but he wasn’t.your touch cooled him down a little from the heated argument with thunder.you felt bold,and gave him a quick kiss on his helmet,making him freeze for a moment before he went back to walking with you.it took a moment for him to smile back at you as you two kept walking.thunder luckily couldn’t see you giving him a kiss on his helmet because he was too busy still arguing and trying to make a point.and as you looked down you realized that shiny had never let go of your hand ever since he helped you get up..

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[theroleplaypostsofjinko]

My first crusade

(Jin's POV)

I can say that all of my time in this cult, I never was very trusted, specially when I revealed my former role as a leshy spy... many of the most horrible things were done in this place, sacrifices of the elderly and many cult members being brought back to life against their will to continue their servitude.

But despite all of this I wouldnt chose anything other than the faith of the Lamb, they even managed to get the Bishops to join them! But that's a story for another day, since I was sent to a crusade, to get gold from a neighboring cult, so I am given a sword to go onto this endeavor, a set of weird blessing and finally a farewell, with a heavy sigh and heart I went into my former home of Darkwood, the smell was as unbearable as I remember, the critters were more violent too... the place looked dead and decrepit, even more so without Leshy

While in my journey against the cultists that didnt bend the knee for the lamb I got hit by a sword strike that should definetely have killed me, the blood however wasnt anywhere to be seen and my wounds werent as deep, one of many signs of the blessings that have been put onto me. I kept cutting my way into the heretics (that were once my brothers) and then night came. My footsteps were heavy and stumbly, I was exhausted of the fighting and the cold didnt help me.

I tried to make a campfire, but not much was given to light it up, so no luck with that, I tried rubbing my hands together to relieve the cold and suddenly my hand feels warmer...just like wearing a mitten, which was weird since I didnt bring any, I looked at my hand in confusion and I saw a crimson red fire ablaze on my hand, I panicked, yelling and trying to put it out, to no avail though, I stopped to see if the fire was hurting me.

It wasnt even painful?! How? This fire was directly on my hand and my fur was intact too... maybe THIS was the blessing? Holy fire maybe?

I tried lightening up the campfire once again, and I did it! The fire was out of my hand and onto the campfire eternally burning, I roasted some of the meat I managed to get and had myself a meal...

The next day I arrived in the cult, I was exhausted but still well, managed to get by and the Lamb looked towards me with a curious smile, I assumed they wanted to ask me about my journey but they let me be into sleep

( Art made by @calamaricollie )

[rasb3rryl0ver]

~All Tied Up~Joesph Joestar

•joesph ties up an enemy stand user and it goes somewhere unexpected!

(ik the stands have names i didnt feel like making one up so i just used the name of a tarot card)

you had attacked the older joestar man in the hotel he and his friends had been staying at in singapore. he was alone in his hotel room and dio had encouraged you to go and attack them today.

you hid in the closet before beginning your attack on joesph. you quietly stepped out while his back was turned, using your stand the strength card you pushed joesph down on the bed throwing a punch at the older man. your punch didnt land as it was stopped by hermit purple, joesphs purple vines wrap around your wrist pulling your fist back.

he brings his leg up kicking you away from him, your fall on the ground with a loud thud.

he stands over you. before you can attack again he uses his stand wrapping vines all around your body allowing no movements. he kneels down infront of you getting to your level.

“its gonna be hard killing such a pretty stand user”. joesph says with a sigh as his hand grabs your chin turning your face to meet his. he smirks at you lustfully. “your working for dio?” he questions you. “dio has promised me many luxuries and other great things for my help on his mission” you say back.

“you wouldn’t mind helping me with something dio cant give to you, yea?” joesph asks as he stands over you again. his cock strains against his tight pants, begging for release. he looks down smirking at you waiting for a reply.

you look up at his lustfully smiling all pretty for the older man. “of course id like to help you” you say eagerly. you squeeze your thighs together as you stare up at him, hes palming the large bulge in his pants over you letting out a grunt. “get up, on your knees sweetheart” he tells you commandingly.

you lift yourself onto your knees, your face inches away from the growing bulge in his pants. he stops palming himself and undoes his belt and pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it over your pretty little face. he then grabs the back of your hair roughly pulling your head back making you look up at him. joesph bends down just a bit bringing his face closer to yours.

“open your mouth baby”. his other hand rested on the side of your face, his thumb on your bottom lip. you bring his thumb into your mouth sucking it before opening your mouth. he uses his thumb to drag your bottom lip down a bit as he looks at you sweetly before he spits in your mouth. you accept it happily taking his spit in your mouth. he pulls your head close to the tip of his cock allowing you to kiss his tip. you lick him from his fat balls all the way up to his tip, you then take his tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around it and sucking. joesph lets out a wimper as he bites his lip hard. you relese his cock from your mouth as you gather more spit in your mouth, he watches you intently as you spit on his cock watching it slide down his length.

“come on princess you can do better than this” joesph says before tightening his grip in your hair and bringing your mouth to him, he pushes your mouth down on his cock harshly making you take it all at once. his cock hits the back of your throat making you gag before you begin to suck hollowing your cheeks. you then start bobbing your head up and down his cock, his hand still in your hair guiding you on his length. he begins to speed up his pace a bit grunting before he throws his head back with a moan. he pulls your lips off his cock holding your head back to look up at him.

“your doing so well for me pretty girl, but how about we take this onto that bed” he says to you before picking you up harshly, his big hands around your waist. he then throws you onto the bed causing you to land on your stomach. joesph runs a finger up your thigh stopping before reaching your butt. then you feel a hard smack on your ass, you let out a moan as he grabs your ass after squeezing it with his big rough hand. “you ready for this sweet girl? i need you to use your words for me” joesph says to you his hand had been replaced onto your clothed cunt rubbing you through the fabric of your shorts making you bite your lip. “yes” you wimper. “please make me feel good, daddy” you moan out at him.

he raises an eyebrow at your words before flipping you over on you back so that you can look up at him. he releases his vines from around you so that he can take your shirt off, he lifts it over your head then throws it onto the floor. he moves hermit purples vines to just your wrists, wrapping it around them tightly above your head. he leans down bringing his face to yours leaving a soft kiss on your lips before bringing his face down to your pussy. he smiles up at you as he slides your shorts off.

“you have such a pretty pussy baby, just let daddy take care of you. ill please you so well sweetheart” joesph says as he looks up at you lustfully before he dives into your dripping cunt. he starts by taking your clit in his mouth sucking it hard, he then releases your clit with a pop. after this he licks a stripe up your exposed pussy before putting one of his large fingers in you, moving it in and out allowing you to get wetter before adding another. he stretches you out on his fingers spreading them apart inside your pussy then fucking them in and out of you. you moan at his actions and begin to try and fuck yourself on his fingers, needing him deeper. he pulls his fingers from your cunt before landing a harsh slap on your pussy, “hold still and take what i give you, stop acting like a slut. be patient princess”. joesph says sternly. you moan loudly as he smacks your pussy again before fucking his fingers back into you, he adds a third finger as he brings his face down to lick circles and suck on your clit. as he speeds up the pace of his fingers your begin to squirm and move your hips as you moan louder. with his other hand he grabs your hip tightly holding you down, with his other hand inside you he picks up his pace again fucking his fingers into you hard hitting all the right spots.

“im close” your moan out. joesph picks up his pace fucking your pussy with his tongue as he hears those words come from your mouth along with your beautiful moans and wimpers. he continues fucking his fingers into you, stretching you out for him. before long your cumming on this hand, as you start to feel your release wash over you liquid bursts out from your pussy all onto joesphs face. he looks pleased with this as he licks and sucks up all the juices you released happily. after your done and hes lapped up all your juices he brings his face from your pussy up to your lips placing a kiss on your mouth, he slides his tongue in past your lips entangling it with yours allowing you to taste yourself from his mouth.

“you tase so sweet” joesph groans out. he then lifts himself off you for a moment and takes off his shirt revealing his strong body, after his shirt he takes off his pants and boxers aswell leaving the two of you completely naked and exposed. He stands over you as you lay on the bed, cock in his hand stroking himself as he looks down at you. "You ready for me pretty girl"? he asks lustfully. "yes daddy please fuck me i need you so bad". he smirks down at you, "turn around" he states, and you do so. With no warning he slams his cock into you then pulling out before slamming into you again, you scream loudly as he fucks your cunt. Your squeezing him so tight as he shoves his cock in and out of you bullying his dick into your cunt. You moan at the sound of him fucking you your pussys so wet that he slips out by accident, "shit" he mutters before pounding his cock back into you. "your so tight baby, squeezing me soo fucking good". joesph moans in your ear as he leans into you still fucking your pussy. kisses your cheek before pulling out and flipping you over. His body is flush against yours as he kisses you on the mouth his lips locking with yours. Both of your lips move in sync as he slides his tongue into you mouth before pulling away, he brings his hand to your jaw grabbing onto your face harshly before spitting into your mouth. he them pulls back completely and starts fucking into you again, going as hard as he can pounding into your sopping cunt "im so close pretty" he moans out. You start to feel his thrusts become sloppy before he starts fucking your pussy harder making you cream all over his cock as you moan loudly. Before long joesph cums into your abused cunt then pulls out with a loud sigh.

After fucking joesph you learn more about dio from joesph and even end up joining the crusaders on their mission to defeat dio.

[gaybd1]

Yes, hello, hi! I would love to see any of the dialogue you want to share from your Love Lives in Injuries and Those Who Know Them.

Sure! For context this was supposed to kind of tie together this post about Sokka and disability and these posts (and a ton more like it) about the issues and trauma he's always dealt with and how he would be after the war. We see a lot (including from me) about Sokka helping Zuko through some stuff after the war, but it's time to flip the tables

So this was meant to be Sokka learning how to be vulnerable and accept help from others and we would have seen some cute scenes of Zuko taking care of him on his bad days, like using his firebending to heat Sokka's leg, omg

That's the vision I had from the title, which by the way comes from this post I saw the other day by @zukkaart

anyway im rambling again. i didnt get to a LOT of the cute stuff before this got too long and out of hand and begged to be abandoned but here are three of my favorite dialogue scenes I'd written

between sokka and katara:

“Sokka, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “Can you honestly tell me if you would have been able to fix it?” “...Maybe not. I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry.” “I’m still mad at you for not involving me in this for almost a decade. You’re very lucky you weren’t nearby when I first got Zuko’s letter.” “I know, but–” “Sokka, what have we been working on? We’re both adults. You don’t need to protect me anymore. The war is over. You can ask for help. Zuko was right there for you this whole time and–” “Old habits die hard, I guess…” “Sokka–” “How are the kids?” “...They’re fine... Kya’s coming along really well with her bending. Does that hurt?” “Always.” “Has the brace been helping at all?” “I thought the new one I made would help more, and I know it is helping but I still…” “And your other knee and hips?” “Yeah, it’s definitely starting to spread.” “Well, not spreading technically, but the way you’ve learned to walk around the injury is starting to permanently affect your other joints…” “Uh huh. So what happens now?” “I’m gonna give it to you straight. If you keep on working as hard as you do, that’s all going to get worse. I’m surprised you aren’t feeling it more in your back yet.” “Spirits, I’m so tired of–” “Listen first, okay? I’m sorry you’re dealing with this. I think we both know how lucky you are after falling from that airship. I’m glad it’s taken this long for it to catch up to you.” “But?” “But… It’s only going to keep getting worse– Let me finish! You need to hear this. You need to make some changes. If you keep training as hard as you are and pushing yourself so much, it’s going to get worse faster.” “You can’t ask me to stop training, Katara. You know how much it means to me. I need to–” “Sokka. I know how you feel. But you don’t need to work so hard to protect us anymore, okay? Zuko can take care of himself, and he has Suki and all of his guards. Aang and I have been on our own for years now. The war is over. Let us take care of you for a change.” “You know I can’t–” “I’m not asking you to just sit around the palace. You just need to change up your schedule and routine, can you do that for me? Healer Sano can help organize some new exercises for you.” “Fine. I get it.” “You need to start taking more advantage of your downtime. Sit when you can. Stay inside and rest at least one day a week. I should recommend more, but I know you…” “I get it, Katara. I do. Thank you.” “There’s one more thing. You’re not going to like it.” “...What.” “You need to start using a cane.” “...” “Sokka?” “Katara. I’m not even thirty-five years old.” “I know, and like I said, it’s amazing you’ve made it so long without needing it. There’s no shame in–” “I’m too young to need that.” “Sokka. We both know you can barely walk across the palace anymore without needing to sit down. This will help you.” “I can’t– I don’t want–” “Sokka. Look at me. This has been coming for a long time and I know you’ve been ignoring it, but it’s time to accept that there are just some things you can’t do anymore and that you need help to do the things you still can.” “I–” “It’s important to have these feelings. Don’t feel bad for them. You need to work through the anger and shame and whatever else you’re feeling. You can talk to me or you can talk to Zuko, and I know it’s hard for you to talk through anything, but it’s important that you do talk to someone so you can work past this. Don’t bottle it up again.”

and after between sokka and zuko

“How did it go with Katara?” “Didn’t she tell you?” “Only a little. How are you feeling?” “Fine.” “Should I ask you again?” “I’m… okay.” “Can I ask why you aren’t using the cane?” “I… have complicated feelings about it.” “Can I help you try to work through them?” “I… okay.” “So do you think it would help your overall pain?” “Yeah.” “And do you think it could help keep the rest of your complications at bay a little bit longer?” “I guess so, yeah.” “But you still feel… weird about it?” “Mm-hmm.” “Okay. Do you think people will… judge you for using a cane?” “No, not at all. It’s… not about how I would be perceived. I don’t think.” “But…?” “I… I don’t know. I feel like I’m giving in. Like I’m admitting to myself that I have this weakness.” “Hm.” “The logical part of my brain knows that’s not true, that it’s not a weakness, that actually the cane would help the weakness, but it still feels like I’m giving up!” “...” “I can’t explain it. I feel like I’m finally being forced to acknowledge that there are things I can’t do anymore and that terrifies me.” “Why?” “I… I need to…” “...” “I need to be able to protect you.” “Babe… I understand that this would be hard for you with everything you’ve been working through since the war. I respect that and I wish you could be dealing with anything else right now. But you know you don’t need to protect me, right?” “If there were another assassination attempt and I couldn’t get to you–” “Baby, there hasn’t been an assassination attempt in years. You saved my life countless times and I’m grateful, but we’re in a time of peace now and you’ll never need to do that again. Besides, there are dozens of guards around at all times.” “I know…” “And more importantly. If there were another attempt and you weren’t able to get to me in time because of your injury, would it be the cane’s fault?” “No! And that’s what I hate! That my own body has betrayed me to the point that I’m not even able to do what I’ve always been good at.” “Sokka. The war is over. I know this whole ordeal has brought back a lot of that stuff for you, but it’s been over for a long time.” “Yeah.” “And you’re good at a lot of things that aren’t affected at all. Does your leg have anything to do with your ability to work on any of your inventions?” “You’re right.” “I’m here for you, babe. Agni knows you’ve been here for me more times than I can count. I know you’re going to be angry about this and I know it’s something you’re going to have to keep adjusting to, but I’m here to go through it all with you.” “I love you so much.” “I’m here for your good days and your bad days. Don’t be afraid to ask me for anything. If I need to cancel a meeting to sit in bed with you, I’ll do it. If you’re too tired to walk back from dinner, I’ll carry you. Anything. There’s no shame in letting others take care of you. You’re safe here.” “I believe you. Thank you”

and later, because it's just so visceral...

“Babe, why is your cane in the turtle duck pond?” “Oh, is that where it ended up?” “Sokka. What’s going on?” “...Having a bad day.” “Yeah, I gathered.” “It’s so beautiful out. And the first thought I had when I woke up was that I wanted to take you for a picnic up the volcano.” “But you weren’t feeling up to it.” “I hate this shit sometimes.” “I know, babe. It really gets to you at times like this. But we can still have a picnic closer to home. The gardens are fine.” “Yeah, okay.”

[smutophile]

Crime & Punishment (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Your CEO catches you in the office late at night watching naughty videos and decides to show you just how naughty girls are punished.

Warnings: Dub con, spanking, masturbation

Word count: 3k

You sat at your desk and watched the sun start to set on another dreary New York Friday. The rest of the staff on your level had left almost over an hour ago but you had agreed to be the one to stay behind to assist the West Coast should any problems arise. The pro was getting to start work later but the obvious con was sitting alone in an office building late at night whilst the rest of your co-workers started their weekend.

It didn't bother you so much. You lived alone - you worked alone. You were used to being alone. The night shift in the office was quiet. California very rarely ever called you with problems at this time of night. It was peaceful. You’d do what you always do when you had quiet time. You pulled out your phone and escaped into your fantasy world that would always stay just that - a fantasy.

You read your dirty stories, your smut. You looked around to make sure you really were alone. Nobody wandered down to your level at this time of night. You hadn’t seen your boss in weeks - he only showed up when something was wrong so the less you saw of him the better. Although - he wasn’t so hard on the eyes. Steve Rogers - CEO. Young for a CEO but such a babe. Strong muscular build with a beard that just screams daddy. It was no wonder when you read your stories, the dark mysterious man always morphed into a familiar face in your mind. The things you would love that man to do to you.

Lost in your daydream you kept scrolling, not paying attention to the world around you. Lost in your own fantasies. You failed to notice footsteps approaching your desk. Failed to notice the figure looming behind you. Watching as you scrolled through videos of naughty schoolgirls having their bottoms turned a nice shade of pink.

“You know - watching porn on work time is punishable by immediate termination”

The boding voice made you jump out of your seat, your phone falling out of your hands and straight to Mr Rogers’ feet.

“I didnt..I wasn’t...i’m sorry” You stuttered...desperately trying to grab the phone from the ground and stop the video that was playing. It was too late. Your boss had the phone in his hands and could see all too well what you had been doing.

“Are you going to try to tell me this was an accident? You just stumbled across this website and accidentally watched this video?” He spoke so smoothly with a smirk adorning his face.

You were silent. What could you say? You had just been caught red handed by the very person you had been fantasizing about.

He turned your phone off and placed it on the desk next to you. You kept your eyes down and twisted your fingers in your hands. You stared at the ground and prayed that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. This was the most humiliating moment of your life. It couldn't get any worse.

“I could fire you…” He paused. Another smirk lining his face. “Or we could come up with another punishment to fit the crime”

“Anything...please. I need this job” Your voice was shaky. But you were confident. If he was willing to give you another chance you would take it.

“Oh sweetheart, you shouldn't go making deals with the devil. You are bound to get burnt”

He closed the gap between you and lifted your chin to meet his eyes.

“Bend over the desk”

You hesitated. Had you heard him correctly? He couldn't be serious. You searched his eyes to see if he was joking.

“Or you can pack your things and leave and never return. Which will it be?”

He crossed his arms. His face was hard to read. This man was strong and intimidating but this was coercion. Was he really capable of this?

The fear was evident in your body language but deep down there was a part of you that was secretly excited by the prospect of what was to come.

You moved slowly but efficiently. You laid your body over the desk and stretched your arms out in front of you. You could no longer see Steve but you could feel him. He ran his fingers down your spine. Your body was scared - the hairs on your arms standing up. But your mind - your mind was racing with all the possibilities of what was about to happen.

Steve placed his hands at the base of your skirt and lifted it slowly to reveal your white cotton panties. Your cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Of course you hadn't thought to put on sexy lacy underwear. Nobody would see them. He rolled the skirt all the way up to your waist and left it there with your ass on display.

“Hmmmm - what to do with you?” He questioned. You’d never heard him so satisfied. You only ever heard him barking orders or demanding answers. This was a completely different voice. A voice which quite literally sent shivers down your spine.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” You could hear him rolling up the sleeves on his dress shirt. Running his fingers over your underwear.

“No” You shook your head. You had imagined it in your head over and over again but you could never voice your fantasies out loud.

He quickly pulled your ponytail sharply - snapping your head up off the desk.

“No - what?” He spoke forcibly. Now your body was terrified. Your legs shaking and sweat started forming on your forehead.

“No...sir?” You phrased it as more of a question than a statement. Not sure exactly what he was looking for but desperate to please him.

He released your hair and gently pushed your face back down onto the desk. Apparently that was the right answer.

“I think ten smacks with my hand will be a good start. You don’t need to count”

He walked around to the side to give himself the room that he needed. Your heart was beating so fast and so loud you were almost certain he could hear it.

The first smack took you by surprise. A lard thud on your right butt cheek. The surprise of the hit shocked you more than the pain did. It wasn't so bad. You could take 10 of these. Especially with your underwear on to protect you. You were at least grateful for that small mercy.

He didn't wait very long for the next smack. This one hurt a little more. You let out the breath you had been holding but still didn't speak a word. You tried hard to keep your mouth closed throughout the next few hits but the pain was increasing. His delicate hands crashing down on your ass in quick succession alternating from left to right. You could feel tears filling in your eyes. From pain or humiliation you weren't sure.

At about smack number 5 you let out your first yelp. What you thought would come out as a cry of pain sounded more like a moan of pleasure. The spanking hurt and Steve was not holding back. He barely waited between each hit and showed no sign of slowing down. You were not enjoying this. You couldn't. This was supposed to hurt but you felt your body betraying you. Or was your mind betraying your body?

At smack number 10 you finally let the tears spill over from your eyes but still keeping your mouth closed. It quivered but you wouldn't dare speak or let him hear you. You could feel him rub his hand over your bottom in a surprising show of kindness. He gently ran his hand up your back and flicked the hair out of your face and to one side.

“That's a good girl. Take a deep breath for me now” His words were like music to your ears. You had no idea how much you wanted to please him. How much you wanted him to be happy with you. You followed his instructions and took a big gulp of air. You kept your body laying over the desk - too scared to move or do anything that could upset him.

“You did so well for your first time. Lets see if you liked what I did to you”

Your tears were almost gone now. Your shock and fear were replaced by a whole new range of emotions. Excitement...lust.

He dipped his fingers into your panties and dragged them down to your feet. He helped you lift up to your feet one by one and placed the panties in his pocket. He kicked your feet apart and forced your body to spread itself on display.

“Oh my - you certainly did enjoy your spanking”

You buried your face into the desk and curled your fingers in embarrassment. You wanted to tell yourself you didn't enjoy what he was doing to you. The pain was intense but you couldn't hide the juices leaking out of your pussy and graciously down your thighs. You were beyond wet. You were dripping.

Steve ran a finger through your slit and the moan that escaped your lips could not be controlled. He held his glistening fingers up to the light and inspected your arousal.

Your body was on fire. The spanking had left your behind burning but your pussy was throbbing. Your clit felt electric and you tried desperately to get the much needed friction on it to give you a spark.

Steve could see you rubbing your cunt against the desk desperately like a dog on heat. You were past the point of caring now. Humiliation had taken a back seat now and the driver was your absolute need to orgasm. There was no other thought - you had never needed to get off more than at this very moment.

Steve dipped his fingers back to your slit and ran them up towards your clit eliciting yet another guttural moan from your lips. His touch felt like a live wire had just been connected to your pussy and you were being electrocuted.

He removed his finger after just a brush against your clit and watched you try desperately for more. More friction...more anything. You needed more.

“Get up on the desk. On your hands and knees” He ordered. That was the voice you were used to. The one that always got what he wanted. Nobody questioned him when he demanded something and this wasn’t a question. It was an order. Who were you to disobey?

You complied instantaneously. Keeping your head forward and lifting your body up onto the table on full display for Steve to see. He pushed your shoulders down so that you were on your elbows but still keeping your ass in the air. Your body shivered in anticipation.

You could still feel the heat on your ass from your spanking. It felt as though welts might appear in the shape of his hand prints. That thought got you even more excited. A temporary reminder of what had happened tonight. That this was real.

Steve placed an object in your hand. It was small - cylindrical shaped. Almost like a tube of lipstick. Except - he flicked a switch on the object and you instantly knew what this was. The vibrations ran all down your arm. It was tiny but powerful. A bullet vibrator. He had this in his pocket? You’d have to come back to that thought later. Right now all you knew is that you were naked from the waist down, horny as fuck and you had a vibrator in your hands.

“I want to see you cum” He stated matter of factly. How you wished you could see his face right now. But then again, your boss is looking at your ass and pussy on full display right now. Maybe not being able to look him in the eyes is a good thing.

You took the bullet in your hand and slipped it straight down to your clit. The sensation made you jolt immediately and almost threw you off balance. Steve was still there, his hands on your hips instantaneously to steady you. You got back to work and placed the vibrator back on that sensitive bundle of nerves. It wouldn’t take long for you to get off like this. It would be embarrassingly quick.

SMACK. You heard the smack before you felt the familiar burn of the hit on your ass.

“Ow...fuck” You were not prepared for that. Of course he wasn't going to make this easy for you. Your hand holding the vibrator had slipped back onto the desk to steady yourself from the new onslaught.

“Put that back on your clit now” His voice was low but menacing. Your need to please him...to obey him was back. Your body quickly following his command before your brain could even comprehend what you were doing.

The sting from his hit had faded slightly but the burn remained. The fire was spreading to your cunt and whilst the spanking had put a small delay in your orgasm, it still wouldn't take long. The fight between pain and pleasure in your mind was confusing but pleasure was winning. It always would.

“9 more smacks and then you can cum. Don’t you dare cum before i’ve hit you 10 times” That made things a little more complicated. His voice was threatening. You couldn’t let him down. Not now.

You placed the bullet back on your clit and your body shook with excitement. You were more prepared for the next hit but you were not prepared for the reaction your body would have to the pain. As if on cue, you could feel that familiar sensation in your body. Your orgasm was quickly building. The next two hits came in quick succession. Your legs started to quiver. Your head started to shake back and forth. No no no no. It was happening too fast.

He kept spanking, switching between each butt cheek and alternating where he hit. You barely noticed the pain - instead focusing on how many slaps were landing on your sore behind.

“Please...PLEASE…” You were begging. Desperately. That was the only word you could say right now. Unable to form sentences. Your brain was unable to function right now as your pussy was in charge and nothing else in the world mattered. The sensation had moved from your belly down to your clit and was going to explode any second now. You counted. Nine...Ten...and then - nothing. You were floating...as if there was nothing around you. No desk...no office...just darkness. And then as if you had fallen straight back to earth - your orgasm ripped into you. The feeling took over you as if you had been hit by a freight train. Your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm and your pussy clenched in on itself as it rode out the shockwaves with the rest of your body.

You dropped the bullet onto the desk and curled yourself into a ball. Your body still shaking from the aftershock of the most intense orgasm you had ever had in your life. Your breathing was staggered...almost to the point of hyperventilating. ‘As your senses slowly started coming back to you, you could feel Steve’s hands rubbing your ass. Smoothing away the pain.

The reality of what you had just done was starting to sink in. An overwhelming sense of dread taking over your body. Your body was now choosing between fight and flight and running away seemed like the best option right now. You snapped your head up to look at the culprit behind these feelings and your body followed quickly after. You stood up off the desk and peeled your skirt back down to give yourself a tiny bit of dignity back.

You slammed your laptop shut and slid it straight into your bag. You grabbed your phone and handbag and swung around to get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Hey hey hey...wait…” His voice was calm, soothing almost. His arms out as they tried to stop you from your escape. Trying to placate you and reason with you. You were beyond reasoning right now.

The tears were back and you could feel a sob building in the back of your throat.

“I can’t….I have to go” You managed to squeak out without sobbing. You started to head for the elevator before his hands were on you again.

“Please...just stop. Let’s talk about this” He was always the voice of reason. A smart business man like him...he knew how to get his way.

“No...i just...I have to go” Your quivering lip giving away your emotion that you were trying to keep bubbled inside of you. You swerved from his grasp and pressed the button on the elevator. He kept his distance from you sensing your fear. You got in and pressed the button for the lobby and kept your head down. Not able to look at him. You didn't want to see his face. His pity. You just needed to get out.

Your trip home was a blur. Somehow you put one foot in front of the other and found yourself in your apartment. Alone. Confused. Angry. A shower would wash away the shame that was enveloping your body. You stripped away your clothes only vaguely registering the fact that you were still missing your underwear.

Once the steam had started to rise from the shower indicating that the water was indeed scolding hot - you slowly placed your head under the spray and let the cascade wash away your tears. You ran your hands through your hair and ran it down your body until they landed on your butt. There was that reminder. That physical painful reminder of the shameful slutty act you had done. The guilt washed over you like a slap in the face.

You allowed yourself to be spanked...by your boss and you masturbated yourself to a mind blowing orgasm...in front of your boss. You consented to this. When you allowed yourself time to think about the severity of what you had done you realized with absolute certainty that you had enjoyed it. You loved it. You craved it. It was everything you had ever wanted and more.

After an eternity, you left the sanctum of your shower and dressed in your pajamas. You grabbed your phone and switched it back on. Nobody would be looking for you. There would be no messages. Except there was. A few missed calls and a text. From an unknown number.

Please let me know that you got home ok.

Your fingers hovered over the phone. Before you could reply a calendar invite popped up.

Meeting. 8pm. Monday night. Steve Rogers office.

Accept or Decline?

[falloutjuli]

Big thank you to the godly Arcane Discord Server for starting the idea initially and also for the continuous motivation. My first actual post on this blog and it's this. Feels good man. Stay tuned for an explicit Viktor x Councillor!Reader

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Arcane - Tutor!Viktor x Reader (NSFW-ish) 

Did these equations really matter? Not at all.

You understood them well. You knew the answer to every single one. And yet you didn't write them down. The reason for that walked around the room, eyeing other students papers.

 You looked at the clock above the room door. Ten minutes left. The rhythmic noise of your pen hitting your paper and his steps in combination with the sound of his cane hitting the floor rang in your ears. Your eyes never left him as he made his way back to the front of the room, where you were seated. He stopped at the right of your table, and you knew he was disappointed like always. 

"You didn't write anything down again." 

You couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips. "I'm sorry Viktor. I don't seem to understand it."

He sighed. Bending down, his fingers traced over your paper. "But we talked about this last time." "I know. But I seem to have forgotten."

He didn't believe you. He never did.

He explained again. He always did.

But you didnt listen. He was close enough that you could smell him and his intoxicating smell invaded your nostrils, making your mind run wild. Vivid images flashes before your eyes.

Imagines of you on your knees, of you bend over his desk, of him, doing unspeakable things to you. You thought of him in ways inappropriate for the situation you were in. He is your tutor after all.

You wanted his hand to touch yours again, like last week when you both reached for the same pen. The feeling of his soft skin against yours? Heavenly.

"Did you listen?" He sounded annoyed and you felt almost sorry for making him explain it again and again. "Of course." His eyes sharpened and he leaned in closer to you. 

"Stop lying."

A shiver ran down your spine, the somewhat sharp tone in that sentence mixed with that hot accent of his made you long for him.

Class ended. The ten minutes pass by quickly if you keep thinking about your tutor in inappropriate ways. "Y/N please wait." He called out to you, as you were about to leave the room. You were always the last to leave, taking your sweet time to pack your things just to stare at him longingly for a little while longer.

"Yes?" You asked sweetly and closed the door turning around to face him. His amber eyes examined you from top to bottom and you wished you could see what he thought.

"I know you understand every single thing. You know very well what Heimerdinger is teaching and yet you come here to get tutored, pretending to not know anything. Why?"

So he figured you out completely. He had to eventually. He was a genius after all. A low chuckle escaped your lips.

With quick steps, leaving him barley time to react you got up to him, getting a little too close to comfort in his humble opinion. You licked your lips teasingly slow before you spoke.

"Well... It's you."

A faint shade of red appeared on his cheeks as his eyes wandered from yours down to your lips and back up.

"M-Me?" The stuttering was new. He normally never did that. He was a composed man, someone who barely lost composure and yet here he was, a blushing and flustered mess because you finally told him why you came here every week. Only because of him. You were a top student. There was simply no need to be tutored.

But you played dumb so he'd talk to you. Explain to you. Played dumb so he'd lean down, get all close and you could just take in his intoxicating scent that had your mind run wild with all sorts of dirty and inappropriate thoughts. 

"Yes you. Don't tell me you had no idea. You're a genius Viktor. One that surely must have figured out that all I wanted was to get on my knees for you, worship you."

  He just blinked a couple of times, while his face grew redder and redder. He resembled a tomatoes by now. He averted his eyes, well he tried. He tried looking up and yet his amber eyes always came back down to sneak a quick glance at you.

Viktor didn't move. He made no move to get himself out of the situation. He didn't tell you to stop. So with confidence in your step you got even closer. Your hands now resting on his chest you could feel his beating heart and by god, it was beating fast. His eyes still flickering between you and a suddenly very interesting seeming spot on the ceiling he leaned further onto the desk he leaned against.

 As the kiss got more and more heated, meaning that your tongues by now danced around each other, his hands teasingly slow wandered up.

It was a desperate attempt at trying to get away. But if he ready wanted to get away then surely, he would have done so already. Your hands slowly, carefully but also determinedly made their way upwards. Over his quickly heaving chest, up to his delicately looking neck and finally their destination, his sharp jaw. You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you as you closed in. He didn't pull away. His eyes now flickering between your own eyes and your lips.

 He wanted it.

  The feeling of his thin lips on your felt heavenly, and made your knees weak. If you didn't use him as a support you surely would have collapsed. It simply had been a craving of yours for so long. And now it was here. A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt his hands on your body. They were dangerously close to your ass, and played with the hem of your skirt that barely reached your mid thigh. It did pay off that you pulled it that high, since he obviously appreciated it.

Your own hands? Buried deep in his soft brown hair and to your surprise, he seemed to enjoy it when it was pulled. But for now you were content with just blundering through it. When his hands finally landed on your ass, kneading it like it was dough, you rewarded him with a pleasured and rather loud moan directly against his lips.

"Fuck I want you." You breathed hoarsely against his lips and you felt him tremble.

A sudden knock on the door made you unglue and you quickly fixed your skirt as you took a few steps away from Viktor. The door opened to reveal Heimerdinger.

"Oh hello! Y/N, a pleasure to see you." He greated you, as his eyes landed on the disheveled looking Viktor. You simply smiled, putting up an innocent facade. "I just wanted to talk to Viktor about how his tutor sessions come along. What a surprise to see you here." You knew he wondered why you were here. 

"It's just I had some trouble with some difficult equations. So I seeked our extra help in the form of Viktors sessions. He's real good at what he's doing." Viktor looked like he was about to combust, knowing fully well that you were talking ambiguously. The tone told everything. Well it didn't to Heimerdinger, who looked pleased.

"I'm happy to hear then. Glad to see you're making sure that you understand everything. You're a really well-behaved and determined student." 

The sly smile you shot Viktor made him almost collapse. Heimerdinger was oblivious to how much you tortured the genius. "Well, if you excuse me Professor Heimerdinger, I think I best get going now. See you next week Viktor!" You waved at him, skipping happily past the two brilliant minds.

"Viktor, what happened to your hair?" You smiled knowing that was you. Next time you'd make sure to mark that pretty neck of his. Before you opened the door, you quickly checked the situation. Heimerdinger had his back turned to you and Viktor was just blushing mess. His arms frantically covered he front of his body, to be more specific, he desperately tried to hide the throbbing effect you had left on him. Biting your lip you contemplated.

  Finally his eyes landed to you and in a quick motion, you struck out our tongue and lifted your skirt, showing him what he would now be missing out on. Sure you still had your underwear on, you made a mental note to skip on that next week, but you still saw his eye widen as his hand gripped the desk harder.

With a playful expression you waved, opened the door and slipped through it.

Next week would be fun.

[thithesandofferings]

“Open Wide”- Ogami Shirou x Reader

TW: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Dom!Shirou/Sub!FemReader, Comeplay, Choking, Voice Kink, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, Degradation, lil bit Size Kink SMUT!!

This is bad .

“Look at you Alan, I thought you said Purebloods didnt get Nirvalys Syndrome? Let me put in into you, before you lose your mind”

Who says stuff like that to the enemy? Ive never seen Shiro this angry before. Especially to say words like that. He barely speaks at all most days. Only when he absolutely has to. This should surprise me or- or stress me out but-

It's so hot.

Link to my Ao3 for this fic= https://archiveofourown.org/works/25414948

This is bad .

“Look at you Alan, I thought you said Purebloods didnt get Nirvalys Syndrome? Let me put it into you, before you lose your mind”

Who says stuff like that to the enemy? Ive never seen Shirou this angry before. Especially to say words such as that. He barely speaks at all most days. Only when he has to. This should surprise me or- or stress me out but-

It's so hot.

“Hey you! Look alive we gotta go!” Michiru yelled, startling me out of a downward spiral.

She was right. I had to get out of there before the place was destroyed to shreds. I could barely think. All I could think about was Shirou splitting that evil bastard's mouth open and putting his power inside it.

I couldnt help but feel jealous.

His wolf had such a presence on its own, how could I not be affected.

I needed to get it together, there were still people that needed to be saved. I shook my head and ran after Michiru towards Shirou. She was chattering excitedly, but I honestly couldnt understand anything she was saying. My eyes were on him.

He must’ve caught something in my gaze because he turned his attention to me.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff from exertion and I had to take a calming breath from the shiver that coursed down my spine. He caught that too.

“I should be asking you that Shirou” I looked away, but with a sideways glance I grumbled that he was, in fact, amazing. He raised his nose a notch, almost an afterthought,  and I could see him take a deep breath.

With his penetrating gaze solely on mine, I could feel my pulse jump and my temperature rack up a thousand degrees, I had to look away. He scoffed, almost smugly, and slid attention back to Michiru, who was still talking and running around. Something about having Shirou howl to the town.

We watched as he changed into his silver wolf form again to howl into the microphone. It was a beautiful site to see. Seeing all the animals completely stop what they were doing just to howl with him. Alan had no idea what he had been talking about.

Shirou had the Howl.

Michiro and I could only watch in awe. We were born human turned animals so we didnt have the innate instinct to go along with him. It was such an eye-opening experience, so much so that I felt a little empty at not being able to do it. Shirou looked so regal, the urge to fall on my knees in front of him was an encompassing feeling.

Shaking violently at the thought, I had to blow out a long soul-suffering sigh. Michiru glanced with eyebrows in an “are you okay” motion and I could only just nod.

What is going on with me? Where are my thoughts?

I had hoped that thoughts of Shirou would leave. The attention was of us and finally life was, in all intensive purposes, back to normal. Michiru was able to hang out with her fellow friends, and I- was able to start my work in the office.

Except, I could get nothing done.

Shirou was constantly in my peripheral, working on whatever case was in that week. But when he wasnt there, he was in my mind whispering in his growling voice about the things he could do to me.

I was dying.

There would be times where I would stare at a research book, never turning the page, just staring. It was becoming so hectic that Shirou asked if I needed time off.

“I know its been hard for everyone” Shirou had said. He had been in that leather jacket again. Who wears gloves inside? Why was it so hot?

Its not fair.

“What's not fair?” I looked up from his gloved hands and I could feel my heart rate sky rocket in panic.

I said that out loud.

His gaze is so piercing, it felt like he was staring into my soul. He was leaning on my door frame, completely relaxed. His usual bored expression was placed with something that was almost- teasing? Not that couldnt be right.

But it had been the same expression and mood for weeks now. His casual bumps and grins were so much that Ive had to actively avoid him before I had a heart attack. I wasnt in control of my emotions half the time, so any sort of embarrassment would make me change into my animal form. Even through his cold demeanor, it still seemed like he was laughing at me. I'm sure he could tell that I was flustered, especially when he turned into his wolf form. It always made my blood pressure go up and something slick slide down my thighs.

Which is what was happening now.

Oh no.

I prayed that he wouldnt notice anything amiss, but the world wasnt on my side. He lifted his nose up again and sniffed. It was as if he was trying to find someone miles away, but when he finally looked towards me, his pupils were wide open. Alert.

“You never answered my question.”

There was a hitch in my breath at that tone. That growl that Ive been dreaming about for weeks.

I’m so fucked.

“I-i uhm… sorry what?” I could feel myself blinking rapidly. I couldn’t get my thoughts in order. This was getting ridiculous.

“You humans are very odd,” Shirou rose up from the door, and for a moment I felt relief only to freeze when he closed my door.

With him still inside. We’re alone.

“You even more so.”

He walked slowly towards my desk. Well more like prowled. There was intent in his walk.

I’ve never felt more like prey than right now.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me” He’s whispering now. His gloved fingers gently spread out to the edge of my desk and he leans over it.

He’s so close.

“I smell you all day. Its intoxicating.” One hand lifts up and brushes my cheek, I know he can feel the heat.

“You’re the first human that I have ever wanted”

I froze.

Hes been feeling the same? From his expression and the dropping of at least two octaves, it was definitely confirmed.

“I- uh I want you too” My voice was hoarse from emotion. He could hear it just fine it seemed because if his pupils werent blown out before, they sure were now.

Shirou visibly licked his lips and I couldn’t help but follow the motion. He watched me watch him and he grinned, showing his fangs in satisfaction.

“Good because I plan to devour you. Stand up”

I could barely hear the order due to his growling. His ravenous expression was drowning me. I was swimming in heat and desire.

“I wont ask again”

Shirous’ voice snapped me back into reality and with shaky sweaty palms I pushed my chair away and stood. He never told me to move so I just stayed there. He seemed very pleased that I didn’t move.

Not like I could, I was barely able to breathe.

He stalked slowly around my desk until he was behind me, moving the chair completely across the room. It crashed into a plant and I jumped, still not moving an inch.

I could feel his breath across my nape and goosebumps coursed down my skin. I could feel him smelling my hair, breathing in the sweat that I felt that I was pouring out. I tried to move away, embarrassed, but I could feel his grip tighten and him growl at my into my neck.

“Stay still” He whispered. “You can be a good girl and do that for me right?”

I froze at the pet name. I’ve never heard him call me anything other than my last name. I couldn’t believe how it affected at me. I could feel myself become even more drenched.

He could tell.

“Oh? You like that huh?”

I felt his leathered hands slide slowly underneath my shirt and palm my breast. I gasped, my head falling on his shoulder at the groping. This was getting intense fast. I heard something tearing and tried to glance down only to have one of his hands press lightly at my neck. Holding me still.

Shirou shushed me, keeping his hand curled around my throat. Murmuring something about not needing this or that, I felt fabric fall at my feet and my chest became covered in hot leather. I let out a choked moan, only to have his grip tightened.

“You’re gonna have to be a quiet pup, you don't want all your colleagues to know what you're doing right?” He was so mocking, I couldnt help but feel flustered with how demeaning he sounded.

I nodded knowing I couldnt say anything in this position.

“Thats right, good girl, now go on bend over the desk” He slipped his hands away and disorientation readily slid back into my head.

I laid over my desk, paper be damned, and wrapped my hands over the edge to hold on. I heard him growl in confirmation at the act and I preened at the act of pleasing him.

I’ve never felt this way. I was completely ok with him taking the reigns. I didnt have many braincells left, I could barely think. All I could do was just do.

Shirou hands caressed my ass in appreciation, his ungloved hand (when had that happened?) made a purposeful track up to my waistband, hastily taking them off. I was completely soaked and hearing him swear obscenities definitely didnt help.

“I can’t wait to knot you, pup” I felt his weight against me, his bare chest completely covering my whole body. He was so warm, degrees hotter than his normal, his breath hot on my cheek as he licked my face from chin to forehead.

“The real question is,” he says through licks down my spine. “Which form do I want to take you hm?” I shivered violently at the thought of Shirou taking me in my wolf form. Outside of Anima city it is forbidden to have any of those kind of thoughts. But you couldnt help that you constantly thought about Shirou fucking you in his wolf form.

I could hear his deep chuckle at my spine. He knew my answer.

I felt him nose my wetness and my breath hitches. It didnt last for more than 5 seconds and I could hear myself grown out against the desk.

“I would love to taste you, but unfortunately we dont have that kind of time.” There was a zipping noise and I tensed, gushing even more at the thought of what it could be.

“I would need hours to be satisfied from your taste” He is suddenly in my ear. “But I plan to fuck you like you need it.”

I could hear myself mewling at the thought. I’ve been wanting this for weeks. I cant believe someone like Shirou even wants to touch me. Shirou, cool-mannered and distant, wants to fuck me five ways to Sunday is honeslty an eye opening experience.

There is a clicking sound and I gasped. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didnt feel the fingers. I could feel myself clenching around and my mewling became even louder. Colleagues be damned.

There was an surprised hum from behind me.

“You’ve been touching yourself?” All I could do was nod embarrassed. He cooed sweetly and added 3 fingers inside of me.

“What were you thinking about? Were you thinking of me? Tell me” I gasped in affirmations. I couldnt take it anymore. I needed inside of me now.

I felt like I was going to die.

“P-please Shiro, I need it.”

“You need what pup?” He grinned savagely and I felt something hard and hot against me.

I wiggled in frustration. Only to have him laugh and hold my hips still. Using his strength to make me stay still.

I was going to have bruises.

“Please fuck me Shirou” I whispered into my shoulder. I knew he could hear me. I felt my chest tighten at the gasp and growl.

“Good girl.” I shivered and gasped as he pushed the head in with a savage force of his hips.

“I wont hold back pup” He laid his furry chest against my back “You might be ruined for any one else.”

“I dont want you to Shirou, give me your all”

A growl was heard and then the most intense feeling of my life was radiating through my whole body.

He thrusted so hard that I could hear the desk screeching. The other colleagues, if they were still there, would definitely hear it. I prayed that they weren’t gonna check to see if I was okay. I wouldnt be able to speak anyways. I’m pretty much holding on dear life on the desk. There was no way I was able to explain anything.

Shirou didn’t seem to care either. The constant growling and heavy breathing that was coming from him was telling.

“Youre so tight, I cant believe all of me fit inside of you” He groaned and all I could do was tighten around him, which made him go even faster. There was a crack from the desk, but I ignored it. All I could concentrate on was the heat and his cock bruising my insides.

“Mine mine mine MINE” He stopped abruptly and pulled out. Only to pick me up effortlessly and turn me around, my back hitting the desk.

He entered me again and with that the world was crashing around me. I’d never come so fast in my life. Watching him in his wolf form growl over me as he pounded me into the afterlife, I wasnt gonna last long.

Seemed like he wasnt either, his thrust got more savage and I got louder. He took his right hand and placed it at my throat again to cut off the noise.

“Be quiet while I shove my knot inside you, I need to concentrate” It made me fall again, shivering while he grinded his knot inside me. He came with a roar, tightening his hands on my throat, cutting off my sound.

“Shhhh, good girl, you did so good” He whispered praises to me while he continued to grind himself inside me. He lifted his hand and I gasped dazed.

He looked up at me and caught my disheveled appearance and grinned.

“Dont move, I’m not done.”

I returned the grin.

“Good Shirou, cause neither am I”

[mysafehaneul]

Aquamarine

I am thinking of making it a series if it gets good response tho.

The Gif is from Yuri on Ice, since I can't find any other aesthetically pleasing Gif. CR to the owner.

Wonwoo×Reader (Angst; slight fluff)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.5k ish...

ArrangemarriageAu!

Timestamp

[8:18PM]

The light illuminating from the chandelier as u stood under it and its light reflecting on the glass you were holding onto as if your life depended on that grip, you were trying your best to look calm and collected but your anxious eyes and nervous smile were slowly giving it away from time to time you were glancing towards the entrance of the mansion where you and your soon to be fiancè was supposed to get engaged yet the latter was no where to been seen most of the guest were too caught up in their own conversations pay mind to you yet giving a glance at your direction in short intervals, dressed in their finest and pulled up their most civilised and happy upfront you were aware although it didnt seemed like it, there were some silent eyes observing yours and your families every move to catch a sniff of drama for their headlines and small flashes from the camera around you, you were unconsciously biting your lips when your left a small hand slightly hovering over yours taking the glass out of your grip you looked up to see you mother with slight tensed eyes giving you a tight smile,

"Pull yourself together sweetheart I have thought you better, Where is Wonwoo?"

To be honest you would like to know the answer to that question too where is Wonwoo? A small inaudible sigh left your lips you leaned into your mother's ears to whisper

"Anywhere but here, Why don't you ask his parents about their son's whereabouts"

You both looked at the bar where Wonwoo's parents were sitting while one of their bodyguards' talking to Mr. Jeon and he looked like he was about to pop a vein of his brain trying his best to keep his voice low In order to avoid any attention when Mrs. Jeon's eyes met yours and then your mother's she gave you a small smile and diverted her attention back to her slightly frantic husband raising her hand on his back and rub it up and down to calm him down anyone from a 10-mile radius could sense the tension in the room, everyone is here except the man of the hour. You liked her, Wonwoo's mother she was a good person that's all you can say from your two encounters the first one was when both of the families ate lunch and you met your mother's childhood best friend and his wife aka Wonwoo's parents and the second was a dinner where they expressed their wish to make you their daughter-in-law, making you both you and Wonwoo choke in your respectable food and him on his drink you were well aware that things like these are not decided over two meals in the gap of one week because the way your parents looked unfazed and nodding as If it's approval to their wishes all you could think was a heads-up would have been nice so that you could have fled to Paris or something. Wonwoo looked like he was about to explode in rage but he trying to mask it with all his might but the shake in his body was slightly giving it away seemed like he had no prior knowledge of this either as he excused himself to the washroom.

Just like that day you were alone standing in the middle of a ballroom surrounded by acquaintances extended family and friends waiting for him to show up and do the formality play the part of a dutiful son and a reliable successor of their family business. You both knew that this was a marriage of convenience and no matter what you had to bend your knees in front of the responsibilities and the wishes of your families, The heels you were wearing were numbing your feet and a small headache making it way up from the tight bun and buzz from the champagne you were drinking.

Your parents were now talking or more like assuring the Jeon's when you felt someone stand next to you looking to your left you saw your best friend looking at you holding two glasses extending one in your direction which you gladly took raising it to your lips you took a small sip and felt the bubbly liquid going down your throat,

"Gosh even Aphrodite would be jealous of you today, Wonwoo is going to fall in love with you all over again "

when did he fall in love with you in the first place you thought to yourself nodding in their direction you gave them a small smile,

"Thanks, babe," you said taking a step back and doing an up and down at their attire "you don't look that bad yourself either".

Rolling their eyes they said, " I know but tonight is about you. So where is your prince charming, it's about time he showed up-" as they said that all heads turned toward the entrance in Walks the prince charming in his slicked black hair and royal blue tuxedo matching your attire he was not wearing his glasses maybe lenses. His parents sighed in relief and walked towards him you saw his father asking him something but his mother squeezed his arms stopping him from drawing any unwanted attention soon acquaintances flocking him shaking his hands and mingling you noticed the frown easing from your father's face as your mother was talking to someone from your company and your father trying to keep up with them without being rude.

Wonwoo was easily towering over most of the people in this room he was talking to someone when your eyes met but to were quick to look away.

"Close your mouth you are drooling all over the floor," your friend said making you roll your eyes throwing a small glare in their direction you were about to make a remark when from the corner of your eyes you saw his figure striding towards your direction as he reached next to you his hands going on the back of your waist and leaning in to plant a small kiss on your cheeks catching you slightly off guard your hands on autopilot went to grab his bicep before you stumble you both never stood in this proximity let alone kisses on the cheeks He leaned into your ears his lips slightly bumping the shell of your ear making the goosebumps rise on your skin as his breath fanned in your ear he whispered, "sorry I am late, I hope nothing exceptional happened in my absence"

You moved your head away your eyes locked as you reached for his ears and replied,

"Your father was about to pop a vein if you can call that exceptional" your eyes didn't miss the red mark below his ear lobe and now your question of where he was and who he was with, was answered before you even had the chance to ask with a little disappointment bubbling in your stomach but you tried ignored it with all your might.

.

.

Soon you both were standing facing each other with his hand in yours as your slid the engagement ring on his fourth finger, his mother beaming with glee and his father fashioned a proud smile on his face she and pulled out a box from her bag handing it over to wonwoo as he open the box the people surrounding the both of you went awestruck and why not it was a princess cut aquamarine ring one of a kind removing it from the box the diamond reflected the light of the chandelier he reached for your hand, there was a slight shake in wonwoo's breath and you couldnt differentiate if it was his or your hands which were sweating as the ring slid inside your finger wonwoo noticed how you hands were slightly shaking he gave your hand a light squeeze and closed his eyes taking a moment to gather himself you were about to reciprocate the squeeze but the pop of champagne starled you removing your hand form his your mother engulfed you in her arms as if you have just returned from war soon one by one the congratulations kept flooding in when you eyes met your father's he gave you a nod and an assuring smile he knew that wonwoo wasnt the one you want, but he believed that he was the best choice for you and your bussineses future. All you could think to yourself Is that It's not the parent's fault to think the best for their children and their future but why do they forget that their happiness matters equally too their opinions matter too they matter too, You can't help but look at Wonwoo, feeling sad for both of yourself he was doing a pretty decent job to pull up a happy facade which matched yours but his eyes said otherwise as you both caught each other gaze you knew that there is no turning back from here two different paths joining together to form a single road now it's unbeknownst to you how the journey will go...

[cafecourage]

Four/the colours/shadow being flustered by the reader please on my knees begging

- bestie anon

I already did Vio’s here: [Link]

Now its time for the other Color’s I guess!

Red:

You know your impulsive. You know Red is impulsive.

Today the two of you felt like being impulsive together. “My beautiful husband, the love of my life come here.” You lazily reached out to the red blob lying next to you on the grass. The sunshine smile that was directed to you never got old.

“Yes sweetheart?” Red shuffled towards your embrace shifting contently as you wrapped your arms around his smaller frame.

A kiss was placed on his forehead. “I love you.” His face scrunched up and whines a bit, twisting to get out of your grip but it was to late. He was forced to succumb to your love and affection.

You kiss his forehead “your so cute.”

One on his cheek “strong.”

Then back to his lips “and handsome.”

“(Y/n)!!!!” Instead of breaking out he opted to burry his face in your chest. It didn’t help him that his ears where also bright red.

“Yes my love?” You looked down at him as you slowly pet his hair. Red shuffles a bit looking up, taking the opportunity to kinda tackle you in a bear hug. Showering your face in kisses.

His attacks only stop for him to stare into your eyes with all the love and adoration in the world. “I love you.”

“I love you too cherry.”

Blue:

“Bluuuuuue beaaar” you draped yourself onto the unsuspecting hero’s back in the kitchen. “Are you almost done?” The house smelt heavenly of the baked goods he was making.

Blue was still pouring the batter into the respective trays when you came in. He doesn’t even move when your weight was suddenly put on top of him. “By Nayru, your worse then Red.” Despite the snapped in his voice he didnt do anything to move them off.

“You left me though.” When he moved you almost made it impossible for him to walk. “I wanted to cuddle you still!”

He tsked as gather his you were preventing him to gather the other ingredients. “You know what?” Blue bends down and pulls you onto his back wrapping your legs around his waist. Ignoring your squeak and his growing blush on his face. Blue really didn’t think this through.

There was a pause were you were still holding on to him in shock. “Blue!!!” You bury your face in the crook of his neck. The small kisses you gave him almost short circuit his brain.

Ah… let hope he doesn’t drop you.

Green:

You always admire that Green continues to help out the royal guards occasionally. He is normally put on patrols or to thin out monsters. Sometimes on one of these days while everyone was getting dinner ready or closing up shop. You would go out to meet with Green when he gets off of his shift.

“(Y/n)!” You look up to see Green waving to at the gates. Bolting off to him, he scoops you up with ease. Twirling around before setting you back down.

“Hello.” You kissed him, “how was work?”

“Tiring but better now.” Green cuddles into the crook of your neck taking your presence in. It worked in his favor as it also hide his ever growing blush from you.

You rubbed his back massaging a bit. “Then shall we go home? Dinner should be ready soon.”

Shadow:

A cat.

That’s what you feel like Shadow was at times. Just one giant cat that you had slowly been building up trust and a relationship. Heck you even sometimes have him draped over your lap and pet his hair like one. It was so cute. He was a sweet heart for being the darker part of Link. There were times you swore he could actually purr.

“A cutie.” You had Shadow on your lap again as you read on the couch.

“Hng.” He was to tried to swat your hand away as it was about to poke his cheek. This only cause you to drag that hand through his hair. Shadow let out another grumble turning on to his back. Slowly becoming awake once more.

“Go back to sleep Love.” You leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Only to be push back feeling shadow twist and turn. “Shut up then!”

Ah.. he became a grumpy kitten again. You laughed going back to read and letting his hair.

[heavenfordoms]

”Innocent“ Hug (Deku x fem! Reader):

Pairing(s): Deku x reader

Warning(s): 18+ minors DNI, cussing, manga spoilers, riding, death, semi-public sex, eating out

Genera: angst to fluff to smut

A/N: wait this was actually fun and easy to write for me wtf

Fandom: My hero academia (boku no hero academia)

Glossary:

Y/n = your name

Summery: Bakugou looses his life in battle and y/n goes to comfort Deku, soon Deku ends up forgetting about Bakugou as y/n rides him

You sucked in a breath, holding it for a while as you stared at the villain in front of you. You where crouched down low so you knew that he couldn’t see you. But you sure saw him. Your quirk was called memory, you could memorize anything that you wanted. The downside to this quirk is that while your mind was full of knowledge your body was weak so it was no good for battle-training, another bad thing (or more annoying then anything) is that we can’t forget it, ever, even if you wanted to. You remember every single detail of your life and every single thing that has happened to this point in grave detail. Not like you wanted to remember it, but you felt so worthless that it was almost blood to memorize everything. Like how there where five street lamps outside the bar. They where dimly lit and flickered every five second, each one after the other. The one on the very right was the first to flicker then it would go all the way to the left. Sometimes the one in the very middle would shut off at random times as the other lamps brightly shone in the night-sky.

“Could you stop mumbling?!” Katsuki whisper-yelled at you. You slightly cringed at the blonde male’s words before nodding your head in a form of acceptance (for some reason people saw that as acceptance so you did as well).

Katsuki is a young man of average height for somebody his age, with a slim, muscular build, and a fair skin tone. He has short, spiky, ash-blond hair with choppy bangs that hang over his eyebrows. His eyes are sharp and bright red in color. His hero costume is composed of a tight, black, sleeveless tank top, with an orange "X" across the middle, forming a v-neck. There are two dots along the left line of his collar, indicating the support company that designed his costume. His costume also has a metallic neck brace worn with rectangular ends that have three holes on each side. His sleeves reach from within his large grenade-like gauntlets to his biceps. His belt, which also carries grenades, holds up his baggy pants with knee guards, below which he sports black, knee-high combat boots with orange soles and eyelets. His mask is jagged and black, and as it goes around his eyes, a large, orange-rimmed flare shape protrudes from each side.

You focused your eyes off of Kastsuki and onto Dabi, the villain who was standing guard outside the bar. Dabi is a fairly tall, pale young man of a slim, somewhat-lanky build, described to be in his early twenties. He has white hair with a few red streaks at the crown that spikes upward around his head, hanging low over his eyes, which are thin, turquoise in color, and heavily lidded. Before the reveal of his true identity, his hair was dyed black. His most striking features are undoubtedly the patches of gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin that cover much of his lower face and neck, all the way down past his collarbone, below his eyes and on his arms and legs due to him having a quirk at a early age and not knowing how to control it. These appear to be attached to the rest of his skin by multiple, crude surgical staples or hoop piercings. He has several silver cartilage piercings in both ears, and a triple nostril piercing on the right side of his nose. He also seems to be lacking earlobes on both sides of his ears upon close inspection, he wears a dark blue jacket with a high, ripped collar, and matching pants, cut off above his ankles, a pair of dark dress shoes on his feet. He also has a plain pale gray, scoop-neck shirt, below which a gray belt with a circular pattern wraps around his waist, a leather satchel attached at the back.

Nobody knew his real name, until now, Dabi had revealed himself as Touya Todoroki. Everyone now calls him Touya but it never settled right in your gut to call him that. His name was Dabi to you and it will always be Dabi. It didn’t matter if he did a big entry and say that he is part of the Todoroki’s Dabi didn’t seem like them. The Todoroki’s where a strict family with ruled set in place. Endeavor, now the number one hero, had tried to welcome his family with more open arms. You could tell that Dabi’s opening was not out of grief for his family but instead out of spite. Like saying to Endeavor that he needs to take a chill pill with this whole anime redemption arc thing that he has going on for himself (and you didn’t quiet disagree with the oriole scarred man either).

You often thought of life like a anime, it was easier to explain. If somebodies life was broken they just ended up in the wrong anime. It also helped reminded you that every villain has a backstory. You never got to see their perspective in things. You never got to see what happened to the villains after they got defeated. Nope. You never got to see that, maybe if people saw the villain’s side. Everyone would hate the hero‘s and build their own path just as villains do. They make a path that no one has ever gone on, slowly making it a dirt road and them turning it again into an actual road that everyone can go on. Villains never got the roadwork. Hero’s probably always destroy it.

“So what’s the plan?” You leaned in close to Katsuki and whispered in his ear, Kastuki tensed up next to you and sucked in a breath before looking at you through pointy eyes.

”I will distract scar-man while you go and get Deku from the bar.” Kastuki explained, you nodded your head ‘yes’ before you pointing in the direction you where going to go. Kastuki grunted to himself as he crawled slowly in the opposite direction. Sending explosion at Dabi’s face before ducking behind a large wooden tool-box that had the words ”Back Bend Inc” on it in Ariel black font. Although it had been there for so long that the black ink looked to be a dark smoky gray. You quietly padded off into the opposite direction, your head ducked and eyes darting every five seconds to catch every detail around you.

Silently, you slipped into the bar. There was a wooden plank that held up the first stand, it looked to be pretty normal from here. There was dark wine stands that had a light brown color to them. The walls where colored with a sand tan. Over by the bar there was stacks and stacks of different liquor that people could have. Above was the general black chalkboard menu, there was smeared blue chalk that said “SPECIAL: Burbon” the strong smell of liquor and whisky hung in the air. There was a cigarette hanging off the ledge, still lit and everything. It looked pretty normal, but there was a slight piece of the cigarette where it was unwrapped and that told you enough to not say ’fuck it’ and have a smoke break. Turning your head slowly you walked up to Kurogiri. Information began flooding in your head about the villains and the bar. Unluckily for you everyone noticed the smartness you had and quickly found out your quirk. They began to flood your Brian with information. Information that a kid didn’t want to hear. You heard everything when you where just in High School. Now, everyone hated your quirk, everyone fucking hated it. The people who raised you said that you where a monster and that they didn’t know you anymore. But the sad part was you didnt do anything wrong. After hours of racking through your mind you couldn’t find a single moment where you did something bad. “I need to see Tomura.” You stared blankly at the mist villain. Kurogiri's entire body is made out of a dark purple mist, save for his eyes, which are glowing yellow. He normally wears a very elegant suit with a tie and has a metal brace that goes from around his collarbone to just below his eyes. It was pretty simple description of the villain, but there wasn’t much to him.

“Now?“ The male inquired, a hint of annoyance traced his smooth and calming voice. His voice sounded a lot like a gently sea softly rippling in the waves. But in actuality he was more like a thundering storm as the large ocean waves crashed harshly against large dark-gray-almost-black rocks.

“Yes, it is important.” You answered, putting a fake smile across your face. You still heard the faint sound of explosions from Katsuki and knew that you didn’t have a lot of time. Katsuki only could hold off for fifteen minutes before he went full on battle mood. And the villains would definitely think at something is up. Kurogiri hummed thoughtfully before nodding his head in agreement and holding out his purple misted hand.

”Come on dear…” The man whispered soothingly and smiling up and down at you.

“Thanks!” You chirped getting up and going behind the bar, following the villain down the stairs that creaked underneath your feet.

“BOSS!! Somebody wanted you!!” Kurogiri called, you took a deep breath before flinching as you looked into the villains base.

It was the same red bricks that seemed to be different colors every brick that was placed down to make the wall of the bar. There was smooth fake wood counter with clean royal red plush bar stools with the smallest backs on them. There was a few hero posters scattered around the base, one medium sized All Might poster hung to the right of a small screen TV. The dull gray light picketed on and off as the headlights didn’t provide much protection against the dark loom of everything. Different types of bottles hung on narrowed shelves behind the bar. Right next to the bar was a metal door, the window had cages around it and a long shiny knob that went down the left side. To the right of the door was a old faction radio station with LED lights surrounding it. It was currently playing Take Me to Church, apparently just starting to play it seeing how the introduction was still on. You narrowed your eyes before leaning against the red brick wall and giving everyone a swept gaze. All of the villains names that where forced to memorize came to your head all of a sudden.

Himiko Toga was standing in the farthest left, spinning in the red barstools.

Himiko is a relatively petite, fair-skinned girl who is very prone to blushing and is frequently described as to having a rather pretty face. She has slightly inward-tilting bright yellow eyes with thin slits, making them somewhat resemble those of a cat, and her wide mouth is also rather feline, as both her upper and lower canines are more pointed and longer than the rest of her teeth, giving her a vampire-like appearance. Her hair is a pale, dirty ash-blonde and is styled into two messy buns, with numerous wild strands sticking out at all angles from their centers and where they’re fastened, a straight fringe and two chin-length side bangs to frame her face. Himiko’s outfit consist of a plain seifuku with a Kansai collar, both the skirt and the shirt dark blue with a double white trim, which is paired with a red scarf that she ties loosely below. Over this, she wears an oversized beige cardigan with a rather long hem and cuffs, and pockets on either side, the right one shown to hold a number of trinkets on either a keychain or a cellphone strap. She sports knee-length black socks and dark brown dress shoes with thick heels, the same as the outdoor uniform shoes students traditionally wear in Japanese schools.

Tomura was standing next to Himiko, a bored expression clouding his features.

Tomura is a slim man with deathly pale skin, tinged yellow, and wrinkled a great deal around his eyes. His lips are chapped and uneven, a small mole on the right underneath, with visible scars on his right eye and under his lip. He has messy grayish-blue hair of varying lengths, the longest clumps reaching to about his shoulders, left hanging over his face in uneven waves. His eyes are normally obscured, but when visible, they are usually stretched wide in a rather maniacal manner, their bright red irises are very small.

Interestingly, when Tenko was at the age of five, he bore a striking resemblance to Izuku Midoriya, with his blue hair originally being dark black in color, while also having dried patches of skin around his eyes, though his lips were shown to be healthy in appearance. After his Quirk manifested, his appearance changed giving him a wrinkled face and changing his hair color.

Nobody else was in the base, the rest of the villains where busy surviving customers or dealing with Bakugou.

Then you saw him

Deku…

Deku has been a classmate of yours for a while, although you guy’s rarely talked to each other you always admired his strength and wisdom. Soon he became the number one hero and you became the second, Bakugou and Todoroki following closely behind. The only real reason you where able to make it to number two was due to the popularity votes for citizens. Everyone liked you, they loo up to you. So rationally you often teamed up with Deku. He was not good with the citizens since he never got a chance to talk to them due to the fact that he broke his bones in battle often but his quirk was amazing. And you didn’t have a lot of strength so that gave you time to connect with the citizens. The two of you working together helped everyone live a better place. Now seeing him tied up and helpless, it made you pretty angry.

“I would love to sit here and chat, but I got a hero to save!” You smirked as you raced on ahead and grabbed Deku, pulling him out of the chains before the villains had any time to react. Standing next to the hero you where slightly taller (mind you he hasn’t grown since high school so that wasn’t really anything to brag about being taller then him).

”HELLPPP!!!” A scream shouted from Kastuki, your eyes widened as you sprinted off to get the number three hero. Deku closely followed you as he got his quirk ready. But by the time that you rushed out you knew it was too late. Katsuki had been crushed by the blue flames that wrapped around his body.

“KACCHAN!!!” Deku screamed, DabI whipped his head around and started at the number one hero.

”You idiot!“ You hissed as you grabbed Deku’s arm and made a run for it. Dragging him out into the open where a bunch of other hero’s where’s standing just in case something happened. You noticed that they where busy on their phones and probably didn’t even hear Katsuki screaming for help. You rushed Deku to the side of the red brick building and waited for a ambulance to come pick Deku up. Once they carried him away you narrowed your eyes at the pro-hero’s.

”I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AND YOUR FAMILY IF YOU ACT LIKE THAT AGAUN!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH STRESS YOU PUT US THROUGH??? DYNAMIGHT COULD HAVE STILL BEEN ALIVE IF YOU HAVEN’T SAT ON YOUR ASS ALL DAY AND ACT LIKE A BUNCH OF FUCKING SLUTS!! I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO RIP ALL OF YOUR HEADS OFF, FEED THEM TO MY DOG, MAKE MY DOG SHIT OFF A BRIDGE AND SEE THE SHIT SMEERED ON THE TIRE, GET A LIGHTER AND BURN THE CAR DOWN, TAKE THE ASHES AND PUT THEM IN A GROUND, I WILL TAKE THE GROUND WHERE THE ASH IS AND MAKE IT A STRIPER CLUB, AND THEN GET A EXORCIST TO PUT YOU TO HELL!!!” You started cussing them off, the pro-hero’s shuffled uncomfortably and looked at each other with weird stares. They knew that they where in shit when they pissed you off. You weren’t very easy to piss off so when somebody pissed you off they knew they were in deep horse shit.

*** You rushed into the hospital bed where Deku was at. Your breath coming out in short puffs as you stood on the edge of the male’s bed and watched as thick tears streamed down his face. You grew soft and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Calm down baby…I am here…” You reassured, slowly climbing on the bed and getting on him. Deku gulped thickly at the closed distance between the two of you and began sweating nervously.

“Y/n!“ You yelped, trying to scoot back. You looked up at him and gave the male a cocky smile.

“What? Are you suggesting something?” You leaned in and whispered in Deku‘s ears. Deku whined before nodding his head ‘yes‘ you rolled your eyes and began to unbutton your shirt. Popping out a few buttons in the process. Gently, you pulled down your panties and threw them to the side, lifting up your skirt and showing your ass to Deku. Deku trembled slightly and started licking at the entrance, slowly, he began eating you out. You moaned quietly before bucking Your hips backwards. Deku gasped before moaning also and continuing to do his work. Once Deku are you out for a few minutes you pulled away and Deku looked at you with large puppy dogs eyes. His Greek emerald eyes blown wide in lust.

You leaned down and took off his pants with your teeth, dragging your nails up his clothed hero uniform shirt. Deku bucked his hips up and whimpered. You smirked into the material. Once you actually got the pants down you slipped off his boxers and starting to get settled on Deku.

You and Deku had this off and on thing. You guy’s weren’t dating each other and fucked other people but it was always a delight when you got to fuck him. A smile always formed on his lips when you topped him. He always thought that everyone was going to leave him to be the top, so it was reassuring when he saw that somebody cared about him enough to dom him and show him who is in control.

You where snapped back into reality when Deku gasped in shock as you took him all in, groaning slightly at the fact that you took him with such ease because he has been in you so much. Slowly you waited for yourself to adjust (which didn’t take that long) before you started bouncing up and down. Deku threw his head back and moaned loudly as felt your walls clench around him. You kept bouncing on him up and down in a rhyme pattern.

“Come on baby, thought you liked it…” You pouted, looking down on the green haired hero and smiling cockily.