#[anyho lets back to writing

[sentofight]

ooc. feeling like updating my muses page becauseI i gonna have to add nyanko-sensei (madara) to request muses and have been thinking about moving victor up to secondary muses as a test to see if anyone wanna plot something with a vengeful emo father haha. also considering some request muses ...

nami >ha/rvest moon wonderful life [yes she is my fav get off me. tomboys ftw then celia i guess lmao. this didnt give me the wonderful life feels]

freya > r/f4 protag but my own interpretation

f/alsetto >ete/rnal sona/ta

just considering ehe ilia from star ocean too but i still have not finished the game waaaa and not be that girl again but kevin from trails is calling me. bruh. someone k me. i thought about the secret muses list but knowing me it will not be that secret when i want everyone to know i have these muses and maybe we can write together haaaaaaaaaaha. or i dont understand the concept of secret muses tbh. maybe that.

[futureplayboibunnie]

Let Them Bleed For All I Care (pt.2)

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

being fuckbuddies with Miguel O’Hara wasn’t easy when you were both intensely yearning

okay i bust my ass for this second part cause i just luv angsty smut with miguel sm. ooooh this was so juicy to write.

warnings: smut 18+ (MDNI this is obscenely filthy), angsty as hell, teading and brattiness, avoidance and attatchement with this brooding ass man, sensual aftercare confessions (tehehee)

It's been a few weeks since that certainly enlightening morning. Neither of you talked about it after. In fact, you both avoided each other even more if that was even possible.

After your confession to Miguel, you couldn't handle the weight of it being out in the open. It was so dense and cruel- it was embarrassing and you didn't want to constantly be feeling this way about him. So...vulnerable, it was just something you couldn't afford at this point, you've more than paid your dues and you were done being run dry. Feeling this way about someone like Miguel was dangerous as it was careless- he was also your fucking boss but you wanted him, fucking hell, you needed him and it's just ugly from all sides.

He said 'let them bleed for all I care’ but the problem was...you did. You can't handle compromising such a thing. He probably understands but he also probably resented you for it and neither of you was willing to talk about how devastatingly desperate you were for each other. Fuck, you missed him, you wanted him so bad you were sure it wasn't healthy. You caught glances of him looming around in the shadows at HQ, looking vacantly provoked and displeased. He wouldn't talk about it, and the rest of the spiders had to bare the brunt of it all, no one was surprised at this shift in attitude- it was just Miguel O'Hara being duplicitous like he criticized you for being. Fucking hypocrite. HQ was practically empty and everyone had gone home to their respective dimensions but just like that everything just became ten times worse when he practically grabbed you by the wrist and slung you into his office, you wanted to have a temper tantrum in his arms and you attempted to struggle away from his hold but he gripped onto you harder. Miguel left you stumbling as he let you go so he could swing up on his high-rise platform, looking at the screens and sighing heavily.

“Miguel-“ You started when you picked yourself up and pocketed your mask, your face vacant and slightly irked as you stared up at his broad back. He fiddled around with his screens, pulling up a grab of you on an earlier mission today and you were already dreading his inevitable response to your catastrophic fuckup...or the fact that you had both been avoiding each other? You'd prefer the former over the latter. “If this is about what we said I don't have time for it.”

“No. It's not. You fucked up the mission pretty badly...you ran instead of fought.” Miguel bit at you venomously, trying his hardest not to get pissed at you. Anyone else would've gotten a verbal tongue-lashing from him but you, he tried to reign in his temper.

“So now what, you're scolding me for doing what I thought was right?”

“You have an irritating tendency to run away.” He wasn't sure if he was referencing the mission or you telling him you loved him and decided to leave right after. This was what Miguel was afraid of: being left, being betrayed when he finally let someone in and now he was reaping the consequences of trusting. He trusted you and you left him, now he was particularly furious and bitter towards everyone.

“I don't think this is about the fucking mission at all, Miguel. I don't want to fucking hear it, I'm leaving.”You waved your hand as if to dismiss the situation and hell would freeze over before he let you leave right now. Miguel frowned and instinctively webbed your waist and dragged you on the platform.

“Let go! Let me the fuck go Miguel-“Your protests fell on deaf ears, he was like a man on a mission to just get you close to him, anyhow, anyway he could. He placed you in front of him, his hands falling to your shoulders.

“You're so fucking unreadable.” He gritted through clenched teeth, his jaw grinding in the process and you could practically hear the bones crunch against each other as his eyes burned into yours. “I've been going fucking crazy because I don't know what you're thinking, what you want.”

“Miguel, I swear to God, if you keep talking-“ you tried to warn him and struggle against him but his hands were planted firmly on your body, the hairs on your neck stood to attention almost immediately and you hated how pathetic that made you feel

“Was anything you said true? Or do you just pity me? Is that why you said it?” Miguel tensed his eyebrows, his voice low and deep as he implored you to make him see reason, the eye contact between you never wavered once as if you were both challenging each other.

“What No!”

“Then enlighten me on why I haven't been seeing you.” He grunted, his tone filled with undignified fury.

“Because if I crawl into bed with you, if I let myself get involved with you further than we already are...we'll both do something that we can't undo.” You attempted to reason with him but you knew once he set his mind to something he won't change it.

“I don't care.”

“Well, I do. Don't act all flippant and self-absorbed. You created all of this for a reason.”

“So you tell me you love me and then you run away from me.” His voice faltered a little and you felt your heart wilt and dampen with sadness at such a thing.

“You should get it, Miguel. Loving you makes me sad and fucking insane. It makes me weak and unfocused, is that what you want?” You were pissed and it was searing your skin, hot to the touch. You were tired of fighting him but you weren't backing down, you could understand how your actions and words could be confusing or misinterpreted- your brain was fighting your heart and your body was fust in a state of hyperactivity as you were practically begging for him to touch you again. Miguel's gaze softened at your aggravated confession, he was taken aback. He didn't know what else to say, his mouth unhinged open as if he was going to say something. Instead, you just grabbed onto him before you had another chance to think, your face instinctively buried in his neck and inhaled deeply, your nimble fingers unable to resist raking through his hair. His steely resolve faltered at the slightest touch. “I miss you...” You breathed in his ear, planting a kiss on his earlobe. Miguel was even more confused now but then you let him go to stare into his eyes “….But I can't have you. You cradled his face with your hands and he looked like he had just seen a ghost, those words setting deeply into his chest.

“Stop playing a martyr for something that hasn't even happened yet.” You attempted to swing away but he just grabbed onto your waist and rooted you back to the ground, his other hand gripping on both of your wrists and dragging you closer to his chest.

"Oh like you do. You're a fucking hypocrite, this happened before and you lost everything.” You yelled through clenched teeth, eyes glued to his, your reply providing him with a tenacious red glow to his eyes alongside the blue vein popping out of his neck. he was furious about you reminding him of it, he knew it perfectly he fucked everything up.

Miguel pulled your wrists closer to him and smashed his lips against yours. He grunted with a certain passion he had never given you- as much as you wanted to and tried to struggle and squirm away, you couldn't, you missed the taste of his lips so brutally. Miguel released your wrists and gripped your cheeks, forcefully slipping his tongue into your gaping wet mouth as you panted into his. You were drooling for him already. Too consumed by how aggressively you've missed his harsh touch. Miguel's particularly apathetic hands flew to the back of your neck, taking complete and utter control of you as if to prove a point you were too hot and wet to care about.

“I don't give a damn about any of it. Let them fucking break. I don't care.” He pulled away to whisper hoarsely in your ear, his temper besting him once again. He wasn't sure if he believed any of the words he said himself but when he was with you...all he wanted was to have you.

“'I don't believe you.” You whined at him your eyes gleaming with sadness and arousal at the same time. Miguel pulled your hair and tugged it, you yelped helplessly and he enjoyed hearing such a pretty sound. Oh, he'll fucking show you.

Miguel tisked at you, his fangs vibrating against his gums and his teeth threatening to shatter before he fiddled with his watch and entered the bedroom of your universe. It was all over in a flash and the look on your face was that of pure unbridled surprise even though this perfectly aligned with Miguel's impulsive and arrogant nature- the man still fucking surprised you, damn. He threw you to the floor and sat himself on the edge of the bed, gasp fell from your lips as you reluctantly hung your head up to stare into those ferocious and unending eyes.

“Sit and stay.” He gritted.

“I'm not a dog.” You warned him but he wasn't listening.

“I know we're having a lover's spat right now but I've been hard ever since I fucking touched you. Do something about it.l he demanded ever so pompously, his ego bursting out of him as you pretended you weren't enjoying this but your thighs were trembling as you kneeled in front of him.

“Wow, I'm a stickler for honesty.” You rolled your eyes at him and his condescension. Miguel gripped your cheeks, his talons slightly peaking out and napping the skin of your face. Your eyes darted down to see that his hologram suit was no more...well, he definitely wasn't lying. It had been a few weeks but you did miss this part of him, the angry and volatile part. It made for the best kind of sex.

“Stop sulking and do as you're told.” His voice was severe and rough, and his demands during sex were always serious but he had never been this pissed before. You were on his leash, unhappily hanging onto the filthy shit his mouth had to offer. You hated that he made you weak for him. Your eyes widened as you glared at his thick and veiny cock, the tip leaking as it stood directly in front of your face. Your mouth dropped open in an attempt to search for words long gone by now but your face scrunched up into a fiendish scowl.

“What if I bite it off? Would that appease your insatiable appetite?” You challenged through flirtatious and defying eyes. Miguel's fingers hooked under your chin as if he was cooing at you wickedly.

“Don't be a bitch.” You leaned in and kissed the tip of his twitching cock, your teasing eyes were transfixed on his and he could've cum right then and there. “Come on, no teasing...Por favor...I mean-please.” He breathed and the way he was finally polite about it made you want to laugh. You licked the underside of him before your lips swallowed him whole. The small broken gasp Miguel let out pricked at your ears when your mouth was stuffed full of him. He tasted so damn good and your tongue relished in the musk. His cock was magnificent, you hummed around him and his body jolted, Miguel's head hung back as he rested on the back of his hand. His palm went to your hair and pulled you on and off him

“Choke on me. I dare you.” He grunted as a bead of sweat swerved to his brow. You actually did as you were told for once, you took him so far down your throat to the point Miguel genuinely shuddered, he swore he could've cum on your pretty face just by the fact.

He was slightly worried you wouldn't be able to breathe, being the kind and selfless saint he dragged you by the hair and pulled you off and took a moment to appreciate you blinking up dumbly at him. Your mouth was wide open, lips parted and painted a pretty bloodshot red as if you had been chewing on them, drool fell down your chin and escaped the corners of your lips. You looked like wet dream and he wanted to plow you- he had been itching for you since you left him. You clambered onto his lap and kissed him hard, tongues sliding against each other as he sloppily bit at your lips. You ground into his aching hard cock and his talons ripped the remnants of your suit clean off, your naked body providing a feast for him to devour. Miguel kissed up and down your neck as his taloned palm rested on the skin at the back of it, tugging your head back for easy access to your skin

“I hate you.” You whispered knowing that you felt the complete opposite.

“I believe you.”

“I hate you for how I feel about you.” Your hands tangled in his hair and scratched at his scalp,

“I said I believe you.” He gripped your chin unkindly as he grazed his sharp fangs against your jaw and pushed you flat onto the bed before you could comment anything glib.

Miguel loomed over your body, the cascade of your hair flowing out onto your pillows only proved how fucking angelic you were. You were a drug that needed to be constantly pumped into his veins, without it he was empty. He pinched your nipples and twisted them, playing with your tits just to wind you up. You moaned as his tongue licked down your collarbone, between your tits down to your stomach. Miguel loved that you were always so responsive, he loved how your body arched off of the bed and into his touch. Your legs hooked up onto his perfect broad shoulders and the look that was shared between you was sharp and piercing. He moved his face down to your lower stomach and shifted slightly so that he was face-to-face with your glistening pussy. He suppressed a quiet groan at the sight of you bare and vulnerable underneath him, writhing and squirming as you gripped the bedsheets, threatening to tear the fabric apart.

"You've been cruel to me these past few weeks Hermosa.” He growled at the memory of you actively avoiding him. “You said you loved me and then you ran away...this is also what you ran from.” Miguel slipped two fingers into your sopping hole. “Me. Making you feel like this.”

He curled his fingers up to massage that spot inside of you that made your body jerk around. “I feel you clenchingaround me...already?” He smirked at your body giving you away, your head buried back into the pillow as your eyes screwed shut, the pleasure of his nimble fingers overwhelming you.

“Please…”

“You want me to eat you out? An eye for an eye?' He was dragging it out and all you could do was moan at nothing. To stop your incessant panting, he retracted his fingers that were inside of you and shoved them into your mouth to lick them clean. “Yeah, I’ll do just that.” You let go with a pop at the prospect of tasting yourself, you tasted...good.

“Then do it.” Whining and groaning didn't seem to do anything to avert him from instantly indulging in your desires. Miguel stroked your thighs and spread them wider as they rested on his shoulders. His tongue swiped onto your aching slit, the wetness collecting on his tongue as he finally got what he was silently begging from you for weeks. He swiped his mouth on your sticky folds and felt your body shake as he continued his wicked machinations and ministrations.

“I've been dying to taste you agaib. You've held out on me and I won't forgive you for that.” He mumbled against your skin, his lips viciously latching onto your swollen clit and sucking. You cried out as he kept licking and sucking on you faster and harder.

“Miguel...I'm gonna-“You started to feel your throat going sore and raw as you tried to tell him you were about to finish but instead he found the perfect opportunity to show some cruelty to you. He lifted his head and all you saw was his roguish grin.

“You couldn't possibly believe that I would make you cum that easily after everything you've done to me...no, I want you to cum on my cock." He reassured but you felt betrayed by his cold demeanour. Miguel kissed you harshly and bit your lip, as if it was instinct, you whined into his mouth. His cock slapped against your clit and the vulgarity of the wet sound made you shiver, he guided his aching shaft down your sticky fold and pummelled into your leaking hole without any time to adjust to his massive and borderline scary size. You're still not used to it after all this time.

“You're infuriating.” A broken moan fell from your lips as he rutted in and out of you, hitting that spongy spot that made you see stars and fireworks. You meant what you said but you didn't mean it either. He keeps harping on about how confusing you were and you were now beginning to have an inkling that he was onto Something that you didn't have time to self-reflect on.

“So are you.” He exhaled raggedly into your mouth, his strokes were powerful and long and just fucking surreal. He buried himself to the hilt and you squeezed around him mercilessly, clenching like crazy. Your pussy was made for him, you were quite literally sucking the soul out of him.

“Let me cum...please...Or I swear to God-“ You felt the coil within you tighten and threaten to snap if he continued pounding into your raw pussy this way.

"Oh, you swear? Fine then take all of it.” He stuck his talons into your skin and shook your body about as his final thrusts were sloppy and less graceful.

The heat rising within the knots of your stomach released in a powerful gush, your heart kicking into a violent overdrive as your pants were borderline desperate. You came hard on his throbbing cock, the warm stickiness coating the most sensitive parts of him.

He fucked you through your mind-bending orgasm and bit your jaw. He pulled out and released thick white ribbons onto your chest as a guttural groan rippled throughout his body, stilling after he was finished fucking you to the brink of insanity. Your eyes met his and they were wild and angry, the looks you shared were nasty and mean, completely conveying both of your moods. Miguel rolled over beside you as you were practically still leaking from where he plugged his cock into you and your chest which he so vulgarly defiled. Neither of you talked, you had to regain the breath back into your lungs as you reeled yourselves back in from that I love you but I hate what you did sex. You both scowled at the wall waiting for either party to crack through the silence. You swiped a finger on the sticky liquid on your chest, popping it into your mouth for a taste.

"You still taste good.” You said bluntly, hating that you gave in to his intoxicating purpose just by a lick.

“Hm. I should clean you up.” Miguel replied half-heartedly, both of your minds still heavy with the real issue at hand as he leaned up and left the bed to enter your bathroom. You sighed and frowned at the wall splayed out wistfully on the bed. He came back with his boxers on and with a towel and some body oil. He was still pissed and his face was still hard and steely. You only mimicked such a bodily response.

Miguel sat on the edge of your side of the bed and swiped the towel over his own makeshift painting, he threw it onto the floor once he was finished. The thought would have made him smirk any other day but he was combative and assailing, he had no problem showing that to you even though he loved you.

“Sit up.” He demanded coldly and you gave him an unbothered apathetic look and yet he did the same, you couldn't peel your eyes away from each other and that's what made this all the more dangerous. Miguel poured some of the oil onto his palm and started massaging it onto your arms and neck, soothing everything sore.

“This is a nice change of pace.” You joked with little to no humor apparent in your voice. He's never done this before, it was actually...quite nice.

“We wore each other out, don't you think?” He responded coolly, acting so unaffected and nonchalant. You despised such a tedious and banal thing. He kept smothering you in the thick and warm oil, his big hands kneading and teasing you again, your flesh glowing and shining under the soft light of your bedroom.

“I still love you.” You blurted without thinking and his hands stopped their movements and his soft gaze turned into a weary glare. Miguel knew for an irrefutable fact that he loved you too and that's what was making him so deranged and angry. “I feel so exposed and vulnerable for loving you.”

“But you did the one thing that could really hurt me. You left me.” He confessed and the words made your heart sick. You hurt him which was one of the last things you've ever wanted to do. “The amount of vulnerability you're feeling right now is what I have to feel all the time. It's the same story. I started this. I have to lead this. I have to take calculated risks which could blow up in my face and kill millions of people as we know it but you...leaving me was the one thing that really hurt me.” He was baring his soul to you yet again. You blinked up at him, your face easing with every word that fell out of his mouth. You felt guilty for doing this to him after he told you that it would tear him up inside. You grabbed his face and cradled it, the pad of your thumb smoothing out the skin of his cheek.

“I shouldn't have left you. I know I shouldn't have. But I'm scared Miguel...see, I was scared of other people being hurt or collateral because being selfless comes with consequences but if someone else's house is on fire for once I'll let it burn because I don't want to leave you. I don't want to hurt you.” Your eyes were glassy and wide, exposing the truth in the process, and as always you disarmed him once more. Miguel turned his head to kiss your palm, his hand holding onto yours to keep in contact with the skin of his cheek.

“Then don't.”

[xpao-bearx]

"Partners In Crime"

Officer Callahan x Bad Girl!Reader

SUMMARY: As the resident "bad girl" of Hawkins, you truly only want one thing: to get into the pants of the resident dorky and dedicated police officer, Phil Callahan (and hey, maybe steal his heart too!).

NOTES: I recently just finished Stranger Things and yeah, great show, but have you SEEN the men??? 👀 Anyhoe, being the ✨️whore✨️ that I am, it really comes as no surprise that I'm simping over all the hot dudes but one of the hotties I've become obsessed with is CRIMINALLY underrated 😭

And so, of course, I took this grave offense ✨️personally✨️ and wrote this lil piece! Though I can't really call it little because it is SHOCKINGLY long (for me) and I sacrificed hours upon hours of sleep 🥲 But hey, when Phil fucking Callahan (and his gorgeous actor John Reynolds) makes you horny and inspired, YOU👏SEIZE👏THE👏GODDAMN👏MOMENT👏

If it isn't already obvious, this fic contains 18+ SMUT AND MATURE CONTENT and it gets preeetty steamy if I do say so myself~ It's also set roughly around Season 2, and I say roughly cuz I suck at remembering plots and shit so I just went with the flow 😅 And as always, PLEASE don't be a silent reader! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much encouraged and appreciated!! \(^o^)/

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this baby! This is my first ever humble contribution to the ST fandom and, who knows, MAYBE not my last ;)

In the small town of Hawkins, you were popular as the "bad girl". You were loud, headstrong, and constantly got into trouble--completely unlike any of the "proper" ladies that talked shit behind your back. But the trouble you caused, despite the chaos it unfailingly left behind, was never anything actually hurtful. Hell, you were even caught a few times using your colourful language to make some middle school children cry when you saw them bullying some poor boys (one of them, you remember, being the Wheelers' son who always looked like trouble followed him himself).

A bad girl with a golden heart; a cheesy, living cliché. But that's what you were. You just wanted to have fun, to live in the moment. But in this bumfuck town where pretty much nothing happens before that Byers kid mysteriously disappeared then reappeared, how could anyone really blame you for trying to stir shit up simply for your own entertainment and for your damn sanity?

But some of the locals knew you on a personal level. Particularly, the Hawkins Police Department. Before you stumbled upon Hawkins a few years ago, you were a drifter; chasing after the high of wherever life would take you, free yet lost. Whether it was by chance or by fate, you only stopped at Hawkins to fuel up your motorcycle and have a quick bite at the local diner until suddenly--like something out of those fucking romcoms your mother used to watch--you met him.

Phil Callahan. He was only a rookie officer at the time, having not even grown out his beloved moustache yet. You noticed his police cruiser parked at the gas station with an evident bump on the front of the car. He was fuelling up, but his hand holding the pump was limp and he was as pale as a ghost; eyes comically wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses, brunette locks tousled and sticking out every which way after frantically running his free hand through it god knows how many times.

And staring at this clearly stressed, slightly pathetic man, all you could think was: HOT.

Before your brain could process what you were doing (though, let's be honest, you never really used your brain much in most of your life decisions), you found your feet walking away from your bike of their own accord and towards him.

Once you were by his side, it's only then that you realized just how tall he was. So much taller. He easily towered over you and it made your mind drift to other, much less innocent thoughts.

Namely him bending you over his car and fucking you within an inch of your sorry excuse of a life.

"Can I help you?" Your head snapped up from the stranger's voice, eyes meeting his narrowed ones. And--dammit!--he was much more unfairly handsome up close. His light brown eyes reflected almost green, raising a suspicious brow at you as his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Sorry, Officer--" Your gaze strayed to his shiny name tag, a grin tugging up the corners of your mouth. "--Callahan. I just couldn't help but notice you. You look like you just died inside, man."

His brows furrowed, glancing over his shoulder to the bump on his car before quickly darting back to you. "Thanks for your concern, ma'am, but I'm fine. Nothing a civilian should be worried about, anyway."

"If you don't mind--" You piped up once more as he set the pump away. "I think it's got something to do with that nasty bump ya got there, huh?"

"Uh, okay, actually I do mind." He sighed exasperatedly, no longer able to hide his growing aggravation. Today was just not his day, it seemed. "Ma'am, like I said, it is none of your concern." He put on his police hat, tipping it to you. "Good day."

As he turned away from you, you sidestepped him so that you were in front of him again. Your grin was much bigger this time, practically reaching your ears. "Uh-oh, are you in trouble, Mr. Policeman~?" You purred, one hand reaching out and playfully drumming your fingers along his chest. You intently studied him from head to toe, as if admiring an artistic masterpiece before biting your lip and giggling. "Lemme guess... You're a young, new police officer who doesn't know any better. You got so excited driving a police car for the first time that you drove it a bit too fast and crashed into a tree or some shit. Sound about right?"

His face flushed scarlet, and you weren't sure if it was from the shame of having his dumbass misdemeanor exposed or from your fingers making a shiver run down his spine--probably both.

"How do you--"

"This ain't exactly my first time having a lil run-in with the law, so I know how men like you work." You winked. "Hey, tell ya what, how 'bout I help you? You can tell your other piggy buddies that I'm some crazy bitch with anger issues you caught for speeding and in my oh so scary rage, I purposely crashed my motorbike to the front of your car just to fuck with you. You can even put cuffs on me~"

He blinked, utterly dumbstruck as he stared down at the total menace that was you (and the fact that a certain part of him reacted at you graciously allowing him to cuff you), feeling like forever until he finally found his voice that cracked slightly as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Y/N L/N." You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up on your tiptoes and dangled slightly off of him with the few inches left between the two of you. The sudden action caught him completely off guard, his hands dropping to your hips to support you and making him blush even redder. But you didn't care, smiling mischievously up at him. "Feel free to search me up in the system, Officer. I've got a permanent record, after all~"

And that's how you met Jim Hopper, Calvin Powell, and the rest of the Hawkins Police Department when Callahan brought you with him back to the station. They definitely didn't believe you guys, especially when you didn't have a single scratch on you that indicated you "crashed your bike to his vehicle" (Callahan cleaned up your choice of wording a bit). But it was amusing to see Callahan dragging you along in handcuffs, who appeared all too joyful with a shit-eating smile as if you just won the lottery. Meanwhile, Callahan's cheeks were flaming hot and his voice adopted to a nervous high pitch as he lied to everyone who were just barely containing their laughter.

It also wasn't long before you decided to settle into Hawkins in some shitty trailer park, but you couldn't really complain considering your drifting years weren't all sunshine and rainbows either.

Besides, Callahan made it all worth it.

It wasn't love at first sight, but there was absolutely attraction. Hell, you were practically (if not literally) throwing yourself at him during your first encounter, and after that it would be the same--if not more intense.

You were no stranger to trouble, but often times you would seek for trouble yourself on purpose just so you could wind up in the police station to bother--ahem, I mean, very persistently try to hang out with Callahan. Or you'd just go to the station despite having no business there, but Flo the secretary usually kicked you out before you had the chance to even lay eyes on the gorgeous four eyes.

Today, however, Flo wasn't there. You didn't believe in some higher power, but it was a fucking miracle that you were grateful for and didn't dare to question. And so you more than happily made yourself at home in the station, sitting down at Callahan's desk as you curiously pried into his stuff before a deep laugh from behind you broke you out of your little reverie.

"This is just ridiculous now, Y/N." Hopper shot you an incredulous though very much amused expression. "If you like Callahan so much--which I have no fucking idea why--then just ask him out on a date already."

It was no secret that Hopper can be a total grump, but oddly enough you became fast friends with him. He never gave you a hard time and you never bullshitted him, which in turn formed a weird sort of respect between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at the huge man, turning back to Callahan's desk and inspecting his assortment of pens--which you thought was way too much and he probably doesn't even use all of them, but that only amped up his dorkish charm to you by, like, a thousand.

"You're one to talk, Hop." You scoffed, snatching a pen and beginning to click it continuously. "I bet your hand's tired from jerking off to Joyce Byers."

Hopper scowled, but a faint rosiness dusted his cheeks. "Okay, first off--" Click. "I do not jerk off to Joyce--" Click. "and unlike you--" Click. "I actually have the balls to ask her out--" Click. "she just hasn't--" Click. "WILL YOU STOP FUCKING CLICKING THAT GODDAMN PEN?!"

You didn't even flinch, casually stashing the pen away in your pocket before you stood and faced him. "Enough about you." You huffed, crossing your arms as your eyes levelled with his. Hopper may as well be a living brick wall walking around ready to punch whoever crossed him, but you were never intimidated by the chief of police whom you've admittedly grown a soft spot for. "Callahan on for patrol duty tonight?"

"Yeah, and you owe me big time." He frowned when you blatantly ignored him, but what was new? "I need as much manpower as I can get to investigate what the hell's going on with the pumpkin patches yet here I am, like a fucking idiot, helping to set you and Callahan up."

"You looove me~" You teased, patting his shoulder and granting him a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "This is all for a good cause, big guy. And just think, the sooner Callahan and I get together, the faster I'll be outta your hair!" You chuckled. "And hey, you're thinking too much into those pumpkin patches. Probably just some pumpkin farmers having a pumpkin war. Go big or gourd home, am I right?"

Hopper watched as you laughed obnoxiously loud at your stupid pun, looking so proud of yourself as little snorts wracked your smaller frame and your shoulders shook from sheer glee. He shook his head, sighing heavily to himself.

"God, I actually feel kinda bad for Callahan..."

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Night couldn't fall any quicker, but once it finally did your entire body was practically bursting with excitement like a child who's about to go out for trick or treating.

You hopped onto your bike, revving up the engine and driving even more maniacally than your Munson neighbour did out of the trailer park. You didn't even keep track anymore of how fast you were going, your hair flying as you raced down the road and were greeted by Halloween decorations strewn about in various houses' lawns.

A few minutes later, you found yourself on the empty road leading out of Hawkins. And just as you predicted--had hoped--the shrill blare of a siren sliced through the air and the all too familiar red and blue lights nearly blinded your vision as a police cruiser followed close on your tail.

You couldn't suppress the giddy grin that tore across your face, slowing down by the side of the road and the car pulling up next to you.

The butterflies in your stomach were doing fucking somersaults now as you heard the car door open and shut close, boots thudding on the ground as your favourite officer approached.

"Well, well, well... Lookie who we have here~?" The singsong voice made your grin widen even more if it was possible, making your cheeks hurt. The beam from a flashlight hit your eyes, and once your sight adjusted there was none other than Callahan, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. "If it isn't Lil Miss Trouble."

"Cally!" You giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl, and if we were being honest, you pretty much acted like you are. "Fancy seeing you here~ Halloween ain't 'til tomorrow, so why are ya out on patrol?"

"Beats me." He shrugged. "The chief suddenly put me on duty. Also, you know how much I hate that nickname." He grimaced, turning the flashlight off. It was quite dark, but you could still see him well enough due to a lone street lamp a couple feet away. "Get off."

His sudden commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, a certain part of you getting wet. And it didn't help that you decided to forgo panties, your slick coating the seat of your bike. You then jumped off, your breasts bouncing slightly. This action didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes dropping to your chest and trailing down your figure until his gaze landed on your skirt--if it could even be called that.

You were wearing a leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination, hugging your curves just right and showing off your thighs. He thought that if you made one wrong move, you'd flash him your panties; of course, not knowing you weren't even wearing any.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love your moustache?" You purred, heart leaping when he went speechless and his mouth hung agape.

His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, snapping out of his trance. "Only the first hundred times." He then cleared his throat, pointing an accusatory finger at you with a hand placed on his hip like a parent scolding their child. "Flattery won't work on me, Y/N. Do you know how fast you were going? And why weren't you wearing a helmet?"

"I know I was going pretty fucking fast!" You guffawed. "As for not wearing a helmet, well, what can I say? I don't like feeling restricted. I like being free. If I could, I'd totally go naked."

You saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped at your emphasis of "naked", a death grip on his flashlight as his jaw squared. "That's public indecency." He stated simply. He was getting better dealing with you, but the ever so slight crack in his voice was a telltale sign that you still very much had an intoxicating, beguiling effect on him. "And where the hell were you going? Were you...leaving Hawkins?"

You didn't miss the plaintive way he had asked the question, your heart melting. He cared for you. No matter how much trouble you caused everyone, caused him... He would still check up on you, and you even caught him several times keeping watch outside of your trailer when Will Byers went missing a year ago. He claimed that the police were patrolling every nook and cranny after the kid's disappearance, but you never saw Hopper or anyone else guarding other people's homes like how Callahan did yours.

"I'm not leaving, Phil." You breathed out, nothing more than a whisper as you looked up at him; serious, for once. Because as boring as this town was, you've grown fond of it. And Callahan played a big part in that and even if you weren't together, he was the closest to home that you've ever felt in a long fucking time.

He searched your face for any lies, brown eyes soft before a genuine smile graced his features. "You better not, Lil Miss Trouble." A beat passed between the two of you, breaths mingling together and you only just realized how close you both were standing to each other. He had you caged against your bike, and you had to strain your neck just to be eye level with the tall man.

Then something in his expression shifted, and soon he was drawing away from you. "W-Well, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just this once, though! Think of it as thanks for that time--" You cut off his rambling when you reached out, grabbing his hand.

"I didn't leave." You declared, an almost pleading tone in your voice. "So don't leave either, Phil."

For what felt like a dreadful eternity, you were swallowed by a deafening silence. You, who was usually so confident, found your will breaking with each passing second. Your grasp softened until you let go, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.

"...Forget it. Thanks, Cal--" But you couldn't finish; because in a blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. It was brief, feather light. But the chaste peck made your heart explode, and you didn't even question if this was just one of your silly fantasies. It felt too real--too good.

He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and his warm breath tickling your nose. "I'm not leaving." He murmured, such beautiful, sincere greenish brown eyes locking with yours. "I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

You felt tears prickle your eyes, but before you would ever allow them to fall you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. "Then prove it." And you crashed your lips with his, this time fiercely, passionately. You felt the rough brush of his moustache, but that only made everything feel astoundingly better.

He finally closed the gap between you two, looming over you, the flashlight clattering to the ground as his much larger hands clutched on to your hips before he easily lifted you and plopped you down on your bike's seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nipping on his bottom lip that elicited a gasp from him which you gladly took as the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and coaxed it into a sensual dance, earning him a most heavenly moan from you.

You two only pulled away for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. But his glasses were foggy and tinkly laughter bubbled out of you, feeling like a druggie high off of life--high off of him.

He chuckled, taking his glasses off to wipe them before putting them back on. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?"

"On the contrary..." You were still laughing, but you held one of his hands still on your hip and guided it lower, lower, lower...until his palm was right on your bare pussy. "You always turn me on, Cal. It's pretty fucking ridiculous, honestly."

His breath hitched sharply when he felt how drenched you were, his pupils dilating and mouth forming an 'O' at the realization that you've been half naked this whole time. He pressed his palm closer to your core, your laughter instantly dying down as his thumb slowly rubbed circles around your clit. One of your hands flew to his hair, something you've always dreamt of doing ever since you saw the incredibly sexy messy state it was in the day you met him. Your other hand clung onto his shirt for dear life, a gasp escaping you as he pinched your nub and began to stroke his fingers along your slit.

He leaned down to your ear, his fingers gradually increasing their pace and you trembled from the pure ecstasy that overcame your senses just from his deft fingers. "You really are a little troublemaker, huh?" He chuckled, voice dropping an octave lower. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Fucking slut..." His lips dragged down your ear to the crook of your neck, biting down and leaving a mark that had you crying out. "My beautiful fucking slut."

"All yours, Officer~" You mewled, your hand latched onto his shirt making its descent to his crotch. You palmed him, feeling his prominent erection aching to spring free as he groaned. "Just be mine, too." You peered down at him, eyes hazy with desire and desperation. "Pretty please?"

"I think I've been yours ever since we met. Not like I had a choice on the matter, anyway." He snickered before capturing your lips once more in a sultry, intimate kiss. Your mouth moved in perfect tandem with his, but you both took your sweet time as everything else faded away. There was only you and Callahan, Callahan and you. And it's all you ever fucking wanted; all you needed.

Not breaking the kiss, you shucked your leather jacket off and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Your hands came up to cup the sides of his face, fingers caressing him tenderly while his hands crawled beneath your white tank top; imagine his pleasant surprise to discover that you didn't wear a bra either.

"Jesus..." He muttered, yanking your tank top up before kneading and squeezing your perfect breasts as his lascivious gaze met your own. "You're gonna kill a fucking cop here." He grunted, making you giggle which immediately turned into an elated whimper as he tweaked your pert nipples.

"Get down. Turn around. Ass up." He ordered, and you didn't at all hesitate to obey. In your haste, you nearly tumbled off of your bike though Callahan steadied you. "Eager, are we, Y/N?" He chuckled, but something about the way your name smoothly, seductively rolled off his tongue had you wanting to fall down on your knees and reverently suck him off instead. But you didn't dare disobey, spinning around with your back to him and bending over your bike.

Though something dropped to the ground as you bent over, making Callahan arch a brow as he picked it up.

"My pen?" He scoffed, and though you can't see him, you can feel his disapproving stare boring into the back of your head like daggers. "Naughty girl, now you're stealing? Tsk, tsk." He flipped up your skirt, your ass now in full view as he licked his lips. His hands groped the pillowy soft flesh, releasing a low whistle of appreciation as he squeezed before suddenly raising his hand and spanking you.

"Ah..!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "M'sorry, Officer~"

Smack! Another slap had you reeling in the best way possible, your pussy clenching at--unfortunately--nothing as you whimpered.

"Uh-uh. Didn't say you could look at me, did I, naughty girl?" He chided, seeing that you were wiggling your ass and trying to inch closer to him.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three slaps, one right after the other. Your flesh glowed red with his handprint, making him smirk devilishly.

"M'sorry..." You said again, your voice coming out as a meek squeak. But more. You wanted more, more, more. "I'm a good girl, I promise!"

"I'm sure you are~" He hummed leisurely. "Just gotta prove it to me, right, baby?"

Before you had any chance to reply, he prodded your legs apart with his knee and his pants unzipping sounded like the most divine music to your ears. Both of your breaths got caught in your throats as the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy, stroking up and down your entrance slowly, teasingly. Your lustful impatience getting the best of you because, fuck, you deserved this, you were just about to slide down onto him when he suddenly pushed his entire cock in with no warning.

And fuck he was big. Much bigger than you ever fantasized, completely stretching you out as a long moan was drawn out of you and your upper body fell like a ragdoll on your bike. You vaguely heard him laughing huskily before he started to move; carefully, as if he was afraid you might break.

But with you? That didn't last very long, any pathetic thread of patience he had snapping as soon his thrusts started to become rapid, hard, wild--hitting that amazing spot deep inside your gummy walls over and over again, the lewd squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy perfectly harmonizing with skin slapping against skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..!" You screamed, toes curling and grinding your ass in time with his thrusts as he watched, utterly transfixed, with how you seemed to just fit him like a puzzle piece; the fucking addicting way you slammed back down onto him, your skin rolling with each bounce, your pussy clenching his cock like a goddamn vice and effortlessly accepting all of him.

He then wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head before pulling you up so that you were standing and your back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face just beneath your ear, hot pants grazing your skin as he never seized his pleasurable assault to your cunt as he continued to pound relentlessly into you like a beast in heat.

Suddenly, he pressed his pen to your clit. Your eyes widened as you felt the long, thin object rubbing against your sensitive mound, stroking and poking at your folds as his cock drove in and out, in and out.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the delicate column between your neck and shoulder, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he humped against you.

"Y-Yes, fuck, yes Officer..!" You choked out, rocking your hips desperately as you could almost see stars.

"Then cum, Y/N."

And you did; your walls fluttered and clamped down on his dick, your body stilling and eyes crossing as waves of the highest rapture coursed throughout your body. Callahan soon followed, a nearly animalistic groan accompanying the spurts of cum that gushed into your deepest, most intimate part as his hips stuttered to a halt.

You basked in silence, revelling in the satisfying afterglow. Then, agonizingly slowly, his twitching cock slid out of you, making you convulse and you could feel the hot cum trickling down your legs. He spun you around and gently grabbed your chin, tipping it up and examining your completely fucked out expression. You stuck your tongue out, and he didn't waste a precious moment as he leaned down and entwined your tongue with his. He held you closely, securely; hugging you to his broad chest as he stepped backwards until his back bumped into his car to support the both of you.

You were the first to pull away from the sloppy liplock, laying your head on his chest and sighing deeply. "That was..." You looked up at him, blinking dazedly. "...not what I expected."

"Did you not have fun?" He chuckled, though there was a hint of worry in his voice as his thumb lazily caressed your swollen bottom lip, kind brown eyes seeking yours. Shit, did he overdo it? Or worse... Did you realize that you actually weren't that into him?

"I did, it's just..." You trailed off before a giggle erupted out of you, shaking your head. "Y'know, the first time we met, I actually thought of you bending me over your car and fucking me. I never imagined I'd be bent over my bike."

"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you really are gonna be the death of me!" He whined dramatically, making you laugh and soon he joined you.

"So..." You grinned, fixing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his sweaty, unruly curls that you loved too fucking much. "Was I a good girl, Cally~?"

"The fucking best." He returned your euphoric grin, booping your nose and, though he'd never admit it, he actually liked your nickname. Just for him, only by you. "Buuut you're a good girl that's coming back to the station with me."

"Huh? But I thought you're gonna let me off the hook for speeding?" You questioned, confused.

"I am, but you're forgetting your other crimes." He cleared his throat, rising to his full height and looming over you yet again. "Public indecency..." He traced his pen on your pussy, making you shudder as the cold metal glided across your skin up to the valley between your breasts. "...and theft."

"Well, Officer, if that's the case then you're not innocent either~" You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and dangling off of him much like you did the first time. "You stole my heart, after all~"

His face was as red as a tomato, smiling like a doofus as he hooked his hands under your plush thighs, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking you by surprise, but definitely not unwelcomed as he stared up at you with a stupidly smitten expression.

"We're partners in crime, then, Lil Miss Trouble~"

[yallmakemyassitch]

Love Harvest

Author's note* First quick fic that I've ever done! Had a lot of fun sitting on my ass for 3 hours writing this. Keep in mind, requests for quick fics are still open (feel free to use prompts from one or the other[be sure to specify which prompt list it is])! anyho, stay safe fellas and eats lots of turkey! Bye Bye (～￣▽￣)～

Word count: 1,042

“B-bahabe...stop it you big hunkachunk…” Deimos giggled as Sanford pressed gentle kisses on his face and neck, while the smaller of the two exhaled satisfied sighs.

“Mmm, I know you like this baby.” He purred, swaddling the technician in his arms as the blanket rumpled against the two bodies. Deimos’ face heated up. God was he lucky. To not only have someone that is so incredibly handsome, but affectionate too. They were mercenaries. Bringing no mercy to those who stepped in their path and not hesitating to leave a bloodbath behind if threatened.

But…

Behind closed doors is something the hacker wouldn’t trade for the world. Sanford’s loving tendencies. His ability to turn his snarky, arrogant boyfriend into putty with just a few words and touches never failed to fluster the young adult. Dammit, why did he have to be so cute!

Deimos couldn’t answer that question at the moment since he was too busy teasing the demolitionist. “Awww sanny, stawp it. You're makin’ me blush!” He exclaimed, his clasped hands together wooing to and fro. Sanford grinned and with one smooth motion-

Deimos was straddled by the larger man, who turned his thighs into a makeshift chair, smirking down, his eyes rather foxy while the technician turned red.

“Made you blush.” Sanford stated bluntly, leaning down and planting an obnoxious kiss on Deimos’ neck. “Sahahan! Nohohot thehere!” He wildly giggled, pushing his hands against his shoulders, turning his head away from the firm lips making it’s way over the sensitive area. “But I thought you liked it.” Sanford grinned against the skin, well aware the stubble over his face was present.

“Wehehell you thohought wrohohong!” He complained, squealing at the sensation of short hair scrubbing his skin, sending sparks flying as he cackled, unable to push back against the heavy weight above him.

Deimos’ childish laughter echoed throughout the living room, almost to the rhythmic pattern of the fireplace that wasn’t too far from them. Sanford’s heart accelerated, feeling his stomach burst into butterflies like a million cocoons. It was almost too precious for him to handle. Deimos’s laughter never failed to make the hardened fighter smile, voluntarily or not.

He loved him in general but his smile always made him want to keep going. Even in the worst situations, where he’s at his lowest point, Deimos wouldn’t hesitate to pick up and help him through the glass stairs, where shattered glass and broken nails would greet him every step. But in a sense, Deimos was the stair railing.

Deimos was giggling hard, especially right next to his ear where Sanford continued to rub his chin all around and into his neck and collar bones. He could hardly focus because of it. Dammit, why did he have to be so cute!

“GOHOD STOHOP!” Deimos begged, slapping, nearly clawing, his hands on the surface of Sanford’s back. “Alright, fine, I’ll stop.” He said chuckling, stroking his face lovingly while Deimos kept a weak grip on his wrist, recovering from the tickling.“Y-yohou fuhucking dick. I thought you loved me...” Sanford just smiled and pressed a kiss on top of his forehead. Shuddering into the soft touch, the technician wrapped his arms around his midriff and held the fighter closer to him. “Of course I love you, isn’t it obvious?”

Deimos sneered and shook his head. “Not obvious enough, kiss me then maaaybeeee I’ll forgive you.” He proposed. Sanford only let out a deviously low chuckle before positioning his hand over his hip and his forearm across Deimos’ head, his own cheeks warming.

With parted lips, Sanford delved into Deimos’s, himself and the hacker’s body temperature spiked rather quickly. The couple enjoyed the feeling of each other’s lips intertwining with one another as time slowed down, nothing seeming to exist anymore. Only each other and each other alone.

Deimos suddenly snapped out of the kiss and panted out a light giggle. “One fuckin’ hell of a kiss.” More giggles came after that, his face reminiscent to the Nevadan sky. “S-shit sorry, I didn’t mean to.” The demolitionist apologized, eyes threaded with guilt. Sanford started to slip off of the man but was interrupted by Deimos cupping his face and sitting up, now directly facing the bulky man.

“Ahaha, Sanford, you big doofus I’m not mad.” He teased, smiling thoughtfully.

“Oh um, does that mean you still-” Sanford stopped speaking with a sudden kiss to his forehead and rather loud laugh.

“Of course I still love you, I was only kidding dumbass!”

With that said, he peppered kisses from top to bottom, eventually leaving Sanford with a stupidly large grin and blushing cheeks, giggling like a child when Deimos pressed an especially quick kiss to his lips.

“There’s my handsome hunkachunk’s smile!”

“Hehehe, D-Deheimos, shhh! They're gonna hear us!”

“Who cares!? I gotta show my cute boyfriend some loveee~” He cooed, suddenly wiggling his fingers into Sanford’s sides, still smooching all over his face. Sanford giggled rather widely, much out of character for him and squirmed to escape the fingers that tapped with expert ability, pressing and prodding into the sensitive skin.

“De-Dehehehei! Nohohoho!”

“Dei, yes~”

“Ahahah! G-gohohohod...huh?”

The tickles stopped abruptly. The demolitionist looked up only to lock eyes with him...He didn’t know why but they seemed to especially radiate love then suddenly...mischief. Deimos’s mouth curled into a smirk.

“What’s with the long face, did you want more tickles, pookie-bear?” He taunted, snickering at Sanford going red immediately upon hearing that word.

“Don’t worry sweetie, maybe tomorrow but for now-”

Deimos pushed Sanford against the couch, now straddling his hips and hovering his lips over Sanford’s. Smiling when the larger man melted at the gentle touches the hacker brushed onto his skin.

“I just wanted to say...Happy Thanksgiving, Sanford~” With those said, he gently pressed his lips into Sanford’s, arms wrapped around his shoulders, when soon thereafter, Sanford actually snapped out of it and put his arms around the technician's waist, practically liquidating into him. The only thing that remained was the crackling wood in the fireplace, the fuzzy feeling from their blanket and hearts and of course, each other’s undying love for each other. Hot enough to melt the coldest of souls.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Fin~ :)

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Wish me luck, comrades

*in low quality Russian accent that I haven't practiced in two years* Currently without symptoms/side effects, even arm has stopped hurting. I hope to write next chapter of Bound Blood tonight, so that I may add it to queue. Doctor says that side effects might begin to kick in after roughly 8-12 hours, which gives enough time to write some things. Who knows, maybe I get no symptoms at all, and I just... take break.

Anyho, this is last update before the queue officially takes over, so do not expect me to answer any new asks or update the masterlist, even as queued stories get posted. I will let y'all know when I'm back to posting. Most of the queued posts should be tagged with "queuemander shepard"

[yespleasetommyshelby]

So! I'be started a Daryl Dixon fic that starts at the farm, but I don't wanna be writing if there's nobody to read, ya know? Anyhoes, here's a little summin, summin, let me know what you think!

*Contains Strong Language!

As yet untitled...

Three months, three whole moths ago the world went to complete and utter shit, a virus which caused people to turn into carnivores spread through the country like wildfire, taking out thousands of people in a single day. The simple way to put it - a zombie apocalypse.

I was alone when it started, originally from England I was doing some 'finding myself' travelling as my friends back home would put it, travelling through America in an attempt to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, not that it mattered anymore. I had made it to Atlanta before the virus hit, stranding me not only in another continent completely, but somewhere that I was in no way familiar with, I knew nobody, I had no idea where anything was and nothing but the clothes on my back. I'd met a few people out on the road, groups that only survived a few days before a herd would come through, or they'd let their guard down or even that their own greed got the better off them, not to mention the lack of common sense that seemed to be a running theme.

Since the last group I was with got overrun I steered clear of any other people, opting to only rely on myself. That was a month ago, a month since I'd last seen a living person, let alone spoken to one, I watched them get torn apart no matter how many of the dead I took down there were three more behind it, they stood no chance. Which is how I ended up where I am now, an English girl lost and alone running through an American woods with nothing but a hunting knife and the dirty ripped clothes I wore, along with around five or six of the dead stumbling behind me.

"Shit, fuck, motherfucker!" I yelled as I tripped over prt of a tree root that was sticking out above the ground yet hidden under a layer of fallen leaves, I groaned as a slid a few feet. "Ow! No, no, no!" I groaned as I pulled myself to my feet, an excruciating pain shooting from my ankle as I tried to put pressure on it.

The groans of the dead caught my attention, my eyes widening as they were much closer than they had been a few seconds ago, apparently much more steady footed than an actual living being.

"Screw it." I muttered to myself as I stood the best I could on my busted ankle, rolling my shoulders back as I readied myself for the oncoming dead. "No better time to die right?" I laughed humourlessly as the closest finally reached me.

Leaning forwards slightly I jammed my knife into its skull, the once sickening crunch of the rotting skull now nothing more than background noise after hearing it so many times. I huffed as I pulled my knife from its skull before its body hit the ground only to quickly raise it again as the second one stumbled towards me, just as quick as the first I took my knife from its skull and let the body drop the the ground beneath my feet.

"Two down, four to go, fantastic." I spoke to myself, a common occurrence now since the chances of finding another person are scarce to none.

I took down the next two without a problem, quickly stabbing them in the bead before on, no time to think between each hit. I groaned as my knife got stuck in the fifth one, the last one trying to grab at me only being held back by the grip I had on his dead buddy, pushing him back. I cried out as the body slipped from my grasp, tumbling down the small ditch beside me, the knife in its head going down with it, leaving me to fall to the ground with the last one falling on top, it's rotting jaw snapping inches away from my face. I put my hands on its chest and pushed as hard as I could, it's flaking skin sticking to my hands as I moved one, reaching around for anything I could grab to hit it with but finding nothing other than a few small stones and flimsy sticks that couldn't pierce a rotting apple, let alone a skull.

Realising there was nothing I could use I continued to use both hands to try and shove the corpse away, groaning at the ache in both arms as the creature fought against the hold I had on it, I could feel my grip slipping, the last of the skin on its ribs shifting as I moved. So I braced myself, I closed my eyes and let the happy memories of life before flood my thoughts, the groans of the dead just a distant noise, the weight of it on top of me being the only thing reminding me that I was still in the same shitty situation. Until it stopped, the groans had faded completely, the weight was still there but it was still, slowly opening my eyes i was met by the sight of an arrow piercing the cold, milky eyes that were set on me just seconds ago. Pushing the corpse to the side I took a deep breath as I laid back on the ground, looking up at the sky knowing that there must have been someone up there that owed me a HUGE favour at some point.

I laughed breathlessly as the tip of an arrow suddenly appeared infront of my face, following the muscles arms that was holding the bow my eyes landed on a dirty looking man, his brown hair wasn't long, per say, but it was definitely in need of cutting, it was covered in a layer of grease, dirt caked his clothes and exposed skin but I doubt I looked any better. My eyes landed on his face next, his eyes narrowed and his face pulled into a scowl as he looked me over briefly, his blue eyes taking in every detail before they met mine in silence.

"You gunna do it or not? Because to be quite honest I've had about as much as I can take today." I breathed out, lifting my head to look at him better before letting my head flop back in the dirt.

"Who are ya?" His southern accent didn't surprise me, if anything it suited the rough and tumble look he had going on, although everybody wore that look these days.

"Names Evie." I nodded as I pushed myself up so I was sat rather than laid in the dirt, my name sousing foreign as it rolled of my tongue for the first time in weeks. "What about you crossbow?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Where yer from?" He grunted, adjusting his grip on his bow but keeping it aimed firmly at the small space between my eyes, as he adjusted his bow I got a better look at his eyes, dark blue and guarded, yet there looked to be some twinkle of kindness, maybe, hiding behind those walls.

"Hello 'where yer from' nice name ya got there." I laughed slightly, not feeling the slightest bit threatened by the man in front of me although I probably should be, but there was something in his eyes, that little twinkle in his eye reassured me that he wasn't just some psycho-ass redneck hiding out in the woods. "No good with accents? I'm English." I told him after recieving no more than a blank look at my joke.

"Where's yer group?" The man of little words mumbled, doing a quick sweep behind him before retraining his aim on me.

"Don't have one." I shrugged bluntly, not wanting to think about the people I'd lost in such a short amount of time.

"Ge' on yer knees." He grunted once more, taking a step back to give me the room to do as he requested.

"Wow, buy a girl dinner first next time." I smirked and I swear I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up slightly before it was gone in the blink of an eye, but it was there.

"Hands 'hind yer back." He nodded towards me, lowering his weapon and reaching behind him and pulling out a rope.

"That best not have been where I think it was." I snorted as I moved to sit on my knees, him coming behind me and tying the rope around my wrists tightly, not like there was any point, he was built like a house whereas I had about as much muscle as a tadpole.

I hissed in pain as he gripped my upper arms and pulled me to my feet and pushed me forwards slightly, my ankle giving way at the pressure leaving me to stumble forwards, I braved myself for the ground only for his grip to be back on my arms, keeping me steady.

"Uh, thank you." I muttered awkwardly as he quickly took a step back and busied himself with biting on his thumb nail.

"Go." He muttered, briefly making eye contact before he readied his crossbow and turned hunter mode, eyes scanning the trees for, well, anything I guess.

"So where we headed?" I asked after a few minutes of walking in silence, the only sound heard being the crunching of leaves and sticks under my boots, crossbow however, had barely made a noise in his steps.

"Through the gap." He mumbled as we reached the end of the tree, looking to where he he had nodded I noticed that there was in fact a large gap between the bushes.

"Sir, yes sir." I rolled my eyes as I stepped forwards, pushing the branches out of the way before I stepped out into the clearing.

Immediately my eyes widened and my mouth dropped, the clearing, as it turns out, was home to a large farm house, noble and white standing in the middle of the field, a barn further back and stables off to the side, but that wasn't all that caught my attention. A small boy around eight or nine was hopping up and down the stairs outside the house, a large RV sat next to a small gathering of tents a fire pit sitting in the middle. A loud laugh caught my attention, a group of woman sat around a huge tub of water as they soaked their clothes with smiles on their faces, a group of people were gathered around a well-type thing, whatever it was they seemed pretty invested in getting down it.

"What is this place?" I mumbled to myself as I continued to look over at the groups, they was clean, they looked healthy, but more importantly, they looked happy.

A sudden loud whistle from behind me made me jump and suddenly all eyes were on us, the small boy from the steps stopped in his tracks before running to the group of women and into one of their arms, his mother in assuming.

"Wow, so discrete." I mumbled rolling my eyes as crossbow pushed me further into the clearing, forcing me to limp closer to the two men that were running towards us.

"Daryl!" One of them yelled, his southern accent not as thick as Crossbow's but definitely still there, he had dark brown hair and was wearing a sheriff's uniform which made me chuckle slightly. "Who's this?" He asked as they stopped infront of us, his eyes were kind, he gave me a small smile clearly realising that I wasn't a threat to them and if I was they could easily deal with me.

The other guy, not so much. He was watching me with a scowl on his face, his hand resting on the gun that was in a holster hanging from his waist, his eyes were dark and held a sense of something that I didn't like, or trust in the slightest.

"Found 'er in the woods, almos' got 'erself killed." Crossbow or Daryl grumbled the most words since we'd met.

"Holy shit, more than three words." I chuckled looking over my shoulder at him. "My names Evie by the way." I smiled up at the Sheriff before I turned to look back at Daryl. "And I had it under control." I said matter of factly, rolling my eyes as he grunted at me.

"Is she alone?" The other guy spoke for the first time, his eyes taking over my body as he spoke.

"Yeah." Daryl nodded as he came to stand besides me rather than behind.

"My eyes are up here dickhead." I scoffed as the still unnamed guy continued to look me over.

"Watch your mouth." He growled as he stepped forward.

"How 'bout you make me?" I smiled sarcastically making him growl and step forwards only to be stopped by the sheriff outstretched arm.

"Enough Shane." He muttered, sounding utterly done with this guys bullshit. "How many walkers you killed?"

• • • •

Sooooo, what do ya think? Is it worth me carrying on? 🤷🏻‍♀️

[kcde]

( zayn malik, cismale, he/him ) — that’s KADIR HASSAN, the TWENTY-FOUR year old, who was known as the PHILANTHROPE of the class and was voted most likely to SUCCEED. since graduating they’ve been STUDYING BUSINESS AT NYU, PAYING HIS YOUNGER SISTERS WAY THROUGH COLLEGE and WORKING NONSTOP. you know what always makes me think of them? low-key designer clothes, lingering spicy-sweet scent of whiskey and soft eyes that gleam with confidence. ( victoria | 22 | est | she/her )

god, this is gonna suck. i hope that you’ll bare with me through this. it has probably been about two years since i’ve actually been a part of a roleplay group     &     had to write an introduction post like this, hah. but HI, CUPCAKES     !     my name is victoria, but you can call me just about any nickname your heart desires     —     my name has about a thousand of them. i’m twenty two     &     i live in the eastern standard timezone. i’m kind of obsessed with zayn     &     b99     ?     which you guys will find out soon enough     !     anyhoes, ON TO KADE     …

OKAY, SO, his parents were blue-collar workers. his mother was a grade school teacher     &     his father worked as a farm hand that helped cultivate whatever crops/resources were in season at the time.

both of his parents died in a car accident when he was ten     &     his sister was 8. as a result, they both moved in with his grandparents, who mostly got by on union checks     &     what not.

in other words, money was always tight. obviously, in such a small town, a tragedy like that didn’t stay a secret. kade never really had the time to thoughtfully process his emotions regarding the death of his parents, tbh. he felt as though he was responsible for taking care of his sister     &     his grandparents almost immediately.

sooooo, he became very stoic     ?     in a way     ?     he didn’t want anyone to pity him, nor did he let anyone see how much the tragedy impacted him. he kinda just      …     internalized it all, i guess.

it didn’t take long for kade to realize that to provide for himself     &     his sister, he would need to get OUT of greenville. the easiest way he thought to do that was through education. aka, dude let his nerd flag fly.

BUT he tried to do his best to never let his studies impact his social life. he is naturally a pretty good dude, very charismatic, sarcasm is a minor defense mechanism     (     he can be a lil salty     &     he isn’t shy about it tbh     )     , he was a part of a lot of clubs in high school, as well as the school soccer team. he was social     &     got along with most but he has never been the guy that was really in people’s face about things unless it comes to defending people. so he would’ve been a little less loud, a little more quiet, always happy to let other people take the spot light.

he is protective AS FUCK     &     he isn’t afraid to stick up for the people he cares about or for those who he feels like are being unjustly harmed     (     kade is a bit taller than zayn, about 6’2”, and has a bit of muscle on him for reasons that i’ll explain in like     …     2 seconds xD     )    

upon graduation, kade received a scholarship to NYU. so, he moved to new york city to study business and worked as a barback to pay for extra expenses . however, the scholarship doesn’t cover all of his expenses     &     he was still sending money home to his sister to help her get her what she needs. so, he got a position as a bar back at a popular nightclub to pay for it all. BUT SHIT IS EXPENSIVE     &     it wasn’t anywhere near enough money.

soooooo, through connections he made at the nightclub, he became a high end male escort. yup, you read that right, KADE IS A PRICEY GIGOLO. aka why he has a bit more muscle on him, as being physically fit increased his prices. the escort service he works for was experiencing a shortage in male escorts because most of the men that work for the service catered to male clients. so, even tho kade is bi, he only has female clients. kade is primarily attracted to women anyways, but there is the occasional male that he is like “damn”

ANYWAY, most of his clients are wealthy, married women in early 30s to early 50s. i cannot stress this enough:     HE DOESN’T HAVE SEX WITH ALL OF HIS CLIENTS. shocking, ikr. he was just as surprised. but being a male escort is a lot more than just having sex, he has to provide an entire experience to meet his clients emotional needs. sometimes, that means he has sex with them. other times, it can mean going to an event     &     flaming their egos, or taking them on a date     &     giving them the romantic experience they are lacking in their marriages. it honestly varies.

as a high-end male escort in new york city, kade makes a shit ton of money. like     …     a lot. enough to pay off his student expenses that aren’t covered by his scholarship, enough that he can help cover some of his sister’s expenses now that she is in college     (     she went to nyu to be close to him     )     , and save a little on the side.

he graduated recently with his bachelor’s in business. he did so well as a male escort that he now works more on the business side of the escort service but he still sees a client or two every week or so.

like he was in high school, kade isn’t very loud or in your face with his wealth tho. he likes nice things but he primarily saves his money. he definitely is A LOT more confident in himself and is more charismatic than he was. it goes without saying that that confidence is primarily because of his job as an escort, he learned a lot more about developing relationships with other people, the human connection, etc.

he is a sarcastic piece of trash but not in a shady way     (     unless he is being protective or he just doesn’t like someone, in which case he is totally shady     )

in new york, he doesn’t really care what other people think about his job but he will be less open about it at the reunion. he won’t lie about what he does for a living, but he won’t readily bring it up either xD

the glow-up is real tho, he went from looking like this at graduation

to this at the reunion

if you’ve read this far, congratulations     !     you’ve wasted probably 10 minutes of your life (((((((((: if you wanna plot, please don’t hesitate to like this post or shoot me a message directly     !     i can’t wait to meet you cuties.

[zarinaa113]

Bonding in many ways

Here’s a little post-HTTYd 2 fic with Valka and Hiccup bonding. Plus some Toothy cause they are inseparable. I really like where this goes, I hadn’t seen any fics or posts bringing this up so I thought I might as well! Though Hiccup gets maybe bit to mad ? Anyho, read it please and I hope you like it!

 Hiccup had stayed in Mead Hall long after the council meeting was over. He'd taken dinner there too. Now it was evening and he was sitting in a corner of the hall finishing the last of his work. Valka came in to see how much more he had left, wanting to see if she'd need to drag him home again or could let him go to bed when he was done. Toothless came in with her. They had spent the day together doing dragon related things. He bounded over to the young chief and let out a yelp of happiness. Hiccup reciprocated eagerly, if with some surprise. Laughing from his new position on the floor as he was attacked with nuzzles and licks. Valka quickly picked up papers that had fallen to the floor, stacking them back on the table.

 Hiccup freed himself from his dragon only to see his mother. Valka never got tired of the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw her. She saw and felt different emotions there each time. They came so fast, she never got a chance to analyze them, because Hiccup always spoke first and quickly. 

"Hey Mom! How was he today?"

"An angel. The dragons are responding to him better every day."

 "Excellent! Looks like you're doing a better job then I am, aren't ya Bud?" He gave him a scratch under the chin. A sat satisfying purr responded.

"You're doing wonderful too, sweetie! Dragons are simply easier to win over then humans."

 "That's a fact." He pulled himself back up and checked to make sure all his papers were in order. Toothless knocked his head against Hiccup's side, almost tumbling him over. He put a hand to his forehead to calm him. "Me too Bud. Within the hour, okay?"

 Valka knew her answer now. She should make some excuse and leave so he could finish his work and spend his unwinding time with his dragon. She, more then anyone, knew how important that time was. But she had spent so little time with him, and she knew Toothless was having an energy burst from being near Hiccup. He was tired and wouldn't want a long flight, if any. She needed to use this time with Hiccup. They needed each other so much more then either of them realized. So she sat down on the other side of the table and clasped her hands together.

"What help do you need Chief?"

He raised an eyebrow. Toothless slid up behind Hiccup's back with a similar expression.

"I helped your father with calculations. He was never to comfortable with them."

 He shrugged. "Okay, here." He pushed a few papers in her direction. "These are the plans for the new houses we're rebuilding. I want to include stables that will house more then two Nadder-sized dragons without taking up too much space. Think you can calculate the least amount of space and wood we'll need?”

 "Sure." She grabbed a charcoal pencil and started writing. Hiccup went back to work on reading the fishing log, seeing how many and what types of fish were being collected now that the dragon population on the island had more then doubled, he needed to make sure they still had a steady supply. Toothless yawned, curled under Hiccup's spot on the bench and yawned again before dozing.

 They worked in comfortable silence for quite a while. Toothless's snores helped pace and calm them both. Even so, Valka had finished faster then Hiccup had expected her to. He was happy with the results and went back to some other papers. Valka, now unoccupied, organized the small paper pile, then found herself considering waking up Toothless to have something to do. She decided against it and found herself gazing at the walls of Mead Hall. She'd forgotten so many details, and so many of those details had changed. It made her feel like a foreigner in her home. A feeling that had recently become her constant companion. So she looked for something she knew to be familiar, the Chain of Chiefs. She stood and walked a few steps down to the wall which held the portraits.

 Chiefs Lyle, Mudstain, Gravelpatch, Coughhack, Hamish I and II all stood proud and tall. Just as she recalled them. Yet there was an additional portrait she should have expected to see, yet its presence shook her.

"Hiccup, i-is this your portrait?"

 He looked up from his work. His eyebrows jumped for a second, as though startled to see it there. She guessed he always was. He shook his surprise off. 

"Yeah, I was fifteen then."

"You were quite..."

"Wimpy?" It was a ready reply.

"I wouldn't use that word... You seem happy."

 "I was." He smiled slightly. "That had been one crazy day." He paused and stared down at the papers. Valka knew he wasn't reading them. When he spoke, it was as though admitting a deep secret.

"This is actually the second draft. The first one had me posing like a Yorgonsen."

"Really? I don't believe you."

 "Fine, don't. I'm glad. The gang and I went on a whole quest-thing which got it changed to this one." He went back to reading. She went back to studying the portrait.

"Wait, is that helmet-? Oh Thor, this is embarrassing." She felt herself blushing. Hard.

 "Yeah. Since you weren't there when it was painted we kinda wanted you to be in the picture." He didn't look up.

"How sweet. I'm honored. And Stoick looks very proud."

 "He kept squeezing my shoulder the whole five hours it took to paint. I had a bruise for two weeks!"

"Ha-ha! That I believe!"

"Ha-ha,"

 "And one day," She sat back down on the bench opposite. "You'll put up your own portrait with your son."

 "Don't say that! I'm nowhere ready for that! I can barely believe I've been doing this for only two weeks, how'm I expected to be thinking about potential kids?"

"You're not. One thing at a time son."

He nodded and they both looked at the picture. Thinking the same things.

"I just hope he's proud of me." He said it so quietly, she didn't think he'd meant to say it.

"Of course he is. He always has and always will be."

 Hiccup frowned. "Don't say that 'always has' bit. You weren't here, you can't say. Believe me, he was never proud of me before the day I woke up with only one leg." There was bitterness in his words.

 "He's your father. He's always been there for you. You know that better then I do."

"So don't rub it in." He grumbled. He knew that wasn't something he could say.

 'It's just the grief and stress talking.' She told herself. 'He's trying to find fault in Stoick so that he can more easily see himself in his place. It's not how he really feels.'

 "I wouldn't have to if you didn't insist on being so sure that your father wasn't proud of you." She said.

"Fine. He was proud of me."

"Better."

"For the last five years. Before then I was a burden."

"Really, Hiccup." She hadn't expected her son to be this exasperating.

"It's true! Ask anyone! They'll agree, I dare you."

 "Hiccup Haddock," she turned on her Mother Authority Voice. "You know better then to speak so disrespectfully of someone who's passed. Especially when that someone also happens to be your father and one of Berk's greatest chiefs"

 "*Sigh.* You're right Mom." Any traces of anger in him disappeared. "I'm sorry. It's just, hard, you know?"

 "I do. I really do." She reached out her hands and took hold of his. He held on very tightly. She kept tight eye contact, wanting him to really hear her words."But you'll make it through. You've made it through worse."

 He stated down at the table. "No I haven't. You can't say for sure." She wasn't sure if he was joking.

 "Okay, you're right about that. But this time you'll have Toothless and Astrid and all your friends and even all of Berk behind you."

Gently, she pulled one hand from his and lifted his chin up.

"And you'll have me."

"Never had that before."

 "And I'm sorry for that. Very, deeply sorry for that." She moved her hand over and gingerly cupped one cheek, her thumb covering his scar. "But you'll have me for as long as you need and want me if it'll make up for my not being where you needed me when you needed me." She squeezed his hands. He smiled.

"Your dragon knowledge more then makes up for your absents."

"I hope so. I'll teach you everything I've learned."

"Then let's hear some of it."

"Wait, you mean, right now?" She pulled her hands back in surprise.

"Yeah! When else?"

"But don't you have your chief dut -"

 "Hey, I'm the chief here. I decide when I need a dragon learning break." His eagerness was becoming infections. "What can you tell me?"

 "Oh, okay. Well, for starters, I learned that Fireworm Queens have abilities similar to those of other TitanWing Stoker Class dragons, leading me to believe tha-"

 "Hold your Razorwhip! I'll need to document this in the Book of Dragons! Be back in a sec!" He leapt from the table and ran towards the single bookshelf near the fireplace.

"Take your time. I'll be right here."

And she was.

[sentofight]

[[i find it funny how machina was in charge of the blog then suddenly rokurou was like i got this bro sit back. and now he is in charge. can we all play together nicely? muses? please? at one point lindow was LET ME DAD EVERYONE HERE AND POKE FUN AT. then machina was like please go away old man. then rokurou just crept in the shadows and rangetsu his way to the lead. hmm. victor is sipping his tea in a corner fools. you know the true muse in this blog is me.

my other muses in a corner eating popcorn& betting(mostly just balan): fight. fight. fight.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

anyway. yes. give my muses love. and attention. and love. and happiness. or really anything. 

[xpao-bearx]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! 18+ only, minors please DNI 🔞

《Original Post HERE》

《EDIT: Updated Post HERE》

My Fourth Kinktober 2021 Prompt: MORNING SEX

Fandom: Haikyu!!

Pairing/s: Tetsuro Kuroo x Shoyo Hinata x Lev Haiba

On an early morning during the Tokyo training camp, Lev accidentally discovers a titillating secret shared between Kuroo and Hinata that whets his appetite for the tiny giant...

NOTES: As I wrote this, it's finally the last day of October 2021 and when I posted this it's midnight of November 1 (so it technically still counts as Kinktober). I hope to those who celebrate Halloween, you had a very happy and safe one~!! 👻 Anyhoe, as stated this is the fourth prompt on the Kinktober list that I'm doing and it's also the final one I'm able to write. As much as I'd fooken L O V E to write the rest of them, sadly I just don't have enough time since October's clearly over ;-; BUT DON'T FRET!!! I DO hopefully plan on writing the other prompts at *some* point, most likely in a much shorter kinda bonus style type of fics if that makes any sense. And please keep a lookout cuz I will eventually be editing this post and my other oneshots with the link to all the Hinata harem prompts I wrote so y'all have easy access to read 'em plus keep in mind about any other possible updates on my blog if you're interested! 😄 But enough rambling, here's the latest and final story featuring our fave rooster daddy and the dorky lion with our lovable ball of sunshine~ \(♡o♡)/ I feel like Lev has more of a spotlight in this story and I may have been rushing to finish this, but it's okay! I also read a ✨spahcy✨ HQ doujin before that I think helped inspire the plot of this story a lil bit, but unfortunately I can't remember its title or the source :'(

The early morning breeze was chilly and biting, Lev's skin breaking out in goosebumps even as he wore the warmest hoodie he owned. His ragged breaths came out in visible puffs, his heart racing a mile a minute as he jogged.

From beyond the horizon, he could make out the sun peeking out just barely. Teasing him, making him crave the sweet relief only the heat could provide him as he internally wished over and over again for the great big ball of fire to just rise already.

If it were up to him, Lev wouldn't even be awake at this ungodly hour. But Kuroo was a resolute and, at times, merciless captain. It was no secret that Lev was new and he still had much to learn about volleyball, but was it really necessary for him to be constantly picked on by his own team?

And now, as decreed by his oh so fantastic captain, Lev was required to arise at 6:00 a.m. everyday for the whole duration of the Tokyo training camp and run a lap or two around the entire perimeter of the grounds until 6:30 a.m.

It was just SO unfair! How come everyone else still got to sleep in while he was the only one being bullied like this?! But Kuroo merely smirked at him when Lev complained, Kuroo claiming that if Lev wanted to be the next ace then he needed to put in the extra effort.

Lev let out a frustrated yell before his long legs came to a stop. He leaned his hand against the wall of the camp's school building for support, head hanging low as he panted heavily.

Lev was many things, but he wasn't a liar. Despite absolutely despising his task, he was dedicated and will see through it until the end. But it wouldn't hurt if he just took a break for a few minutes, right?

He then slid down to the ground, or more like plopped on it as his tired body completely gave away. His back was against the wall, shutting his eyes as his heart slowly calmed to a regular rate again. He threw his head back, pulling up his knees to his chest and propping his elbows on it as he let out the longest exhale of his life.

As he basked in his bittersweet short time to unwind, picking up on the faint caws and chirps of birds from afar, he was just about to stand and continue his jog before he'd inevitably drift into unconsciousness until his ears perked up upon suddenly hearing a familiar noise.

"Ah, Kuroo, g'morning!" Lev's eyes shot open, instantly recognizing that chipper voice from anywhere. Hinata was already out and about at this godforsaken time? Then again, Lev wasn't that surprised. Hinata was full of unbridled energy, after all. Most likely he was going on a run, too.

"Morning, Hinata." Came the response from the Nekoma captain, his voice even deeper and huskier than it already was. It sounded like Kuroo just woke up, and that shocked Lev. Lev didn't bother seeing who was in their futons or not when he took off that morning, far too sleepy and eyes bleary to even care. But why the hell was Kuroo awake instead of enjoying a few more blissful hours in Dreamland? Kuroo didn't have any prior commitments, did he?

The murmurs of their two voices overlapped with each other, Lev not being able to make out their conversation. From his impression, though, it seemed as if this wasn't their first instance meeting like this.

Lev knew that he should just leave. After all, it wasn't any of his business and the sooner he could finish his exercise then the better it was.

But...his curiousity was piqued. And how could he ever let go of this glorious opportunity?

Slowly and silently, like a lion stalking its prey, Lev crouched down and carefully crawled over to where Hinata and Kuroo's voices were talking. And if anyone else saw, it would definitely have been an interesting sight; a giant like the Nekoma team newbie looking like he's about to pounce on a tiny mouse as he tried his best to appear discreet.

Finally, he reached the end of the school building. He then took a deep breath, poking his head out just a little bit and then turning it around the corner to catch a glimpse of the other two boys.

His eyes widened, almost popping right out of his sockets. He felt his chest tighten, astonishment and disbelief clouding his mind.

There was Hinata, pinned against the wall by none other than Kuroo. At first, Lev thought that Kuroo might have been threatening the short player and Lev was actually going to spring into action and push Kuroo off of Hinata. But he was abruptly halted when Hinata let out a small moan, his arms wrapping around Kuroo's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Kuroo rolled his hips against Hinata's crotch, making the ginger whimper. One of Hinata's hands then trailed down, palming the obvious bulge in Kuroo's sweatpants. They were kissing each other sloppily, their tongues dancing lewdly with each other and some saliva dripping from their mouths.

Hinata clung onto Kuroo like his life depended on it, wrapping a leg around Kuroo's waist and Kuroo grabbing the back of Hinata's head and yanking it to expose the redhead's neck.

"You never fail to get me going, short stuff~" Kuroo hummed, smirking lopsidedly as he peppered butterfly kisses along his neck. "If only you were in Nekoma, then we'd have fun like this every. fucking. day." He emphasized each word with a smack to Hinata's ass, making Hinata cry out.

"I-I can't go to Nekoma, I live in Miyagi!" Hinata replied, ever oblivious. Kuroo only chuckled at his slow wits, finding it amusing yet strangely adorable.

"I know, that's why we gotta enjoy this time together as much as possible." Kuroo sank his teeth into the flesh of Hinata's collarbone, eliciting a sharp gasp from the boy. Kuroo growled, a possessive tone overtaking him, his strong arms holding Hinata tightly as he licked the mark on Hinata's fair skin. His mark.

"K-Kuroo..." Hinata leaned in, nibbling lightly on Kuroo's earlobe. "Fuck me. Please? Fuck me hard, I can't take it anymore..!"

Kuroo's heart swelled with both pride and delight, his smirk widening even further. He was just about to so happily grant the shortie's wish when he heard a 'crick'. The sound of someone's weight making contact with the ground, like when someone is trying to be as quiet as possible in the forest though makes a wrong step and ends up crunching a piece of leaf beneath them.

Lev's blood went cold. He was so enraptured by the captivating sight before him that he found himself unconsciously leaning forward to see more, and as a result his right foot slipped from underneath him causing a slight disruption when his sneaker scratched against the ground.

He cursed to himself, and his body moved of its own accord as he bolted as fast as he could as if escaping from a crime scene.

"W-What was that?!" Hinata panicked, searching around frantically.

But Kuroo remained cool, his scheming smirk still etched upon his face.

Oh, this will be fun...

{•••♡•••}

The rest of the day, no matter what Lev did, he could not fucking forget what he saw that mortifying morning.

He was unforgivingly harassed by constant images of Hinata. How he looked downright tempting being pinned against that goddamn wall, and how Lev wished it was him who was in Kuroo's place instead.

Lev was a simple enough man. He's heard various stories about Hinata before which made him drawn to Karasuno's famous Number Ten, but when he actually finally met the redhead then nothing could compare. Hinata was truly something else, and Lev knew that he's quickly formed a crush on the feisty shortie.

But... What about Kuroo? Was he and Hinata in a relationship? Were they keeping it a secret?

Lev knew he shouldn't pry. It was totally inappropriate of him and whatever the hell was going on between Hinata and Kuroo, then that was their own issue. Still, he couldn't help the burning feeling of envy that made him fucking sick to his stomach.

Hinata and Kuroo acted normally, though. Outside of practice and volleyball matches, they didn't interact much with each other. And it was the same as any other day; Hinata being pissy with Lev for making fun of his height and Lev enduring harsh treatment from Kuroo and his other teammates.

Honestly, Lev would've just passed what occurred that morning as a weird daydream that his muddled brain randomly made up.

...If not for the bite mark on Hinata's collarbone that Lev noticed when Hinata briefly grabbed the hem of his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

The days that went by were like a blur. As if his body was on autopilot, Lev found himself in the same corner behind the school building. And, as he suspected, there was Hinata and Kuroo.

Every single time that Kuroo fucked Hinata senseless, Lev repressed the overwhelming urge to just jump out from his hiding spot and seize Hinata for his own. What did he see in that rooster head, anyways? Sure, Kuroo was a skilled volleyball player, but Lev was so much bigger and taller than him. Lev also knew that he was very attractive and he was actually quite popular with both girls and boys.

And, most of all, he was 100% positive that he could fuck SO much better.

But then again... Who was he to judge? Kuroo was the fucker who had and very much enjoyed Hinata's attention, and Lev was only the perverted loser who was secretly jacking off as Hinata's moans and cries filled his ears like the sweetest fucking music while another man took him to the highest peaks of pleasure. Pleasure that Lev could only dream of giving Hinata.

But on the last day of the camp, as Lev was hiding as per usual, only Hinata appeared. Hinata shoved his hands inside his hoodie's pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet as a way to warm up. But Lev didn't miss the way Hinata's eyes would dart around, looking anxious as he assumedly waited for Kuroo.

Lev gulped thickly. He didn't want to come off as such a creep, but it wouldn't hurt if he just talked with Hinata...right? Lev wasn't expecting anything. This was just a great chance as any to spend some time with his crush and not have to worry about that cunning bastard.

Steeling his resolve, Lev rose to his full height and approached Hinata.

"Oh, Hinata!" Lev greeted as if he wasn't expecting to come across the redhead, grinning brightly. He felt so shitty lying like this, but his blood was pumping from the adrenaline of simply being alone with his crush. "You're up early. Were you going on a run, too?"

Hinata flinched, making Lev raise a brow. Did he say something odd?

"L-Lev!" Hinata beamed, though his smile seemed to falter. "Y-Yeah, I was on a r-run."

Now Lev was really intrigued. Why was Hinata stuttering so much? And upon closer inspection, it looked like his entire body was shaking.

"Hinata, are you okay?" Lev asked worriedly. "Are you cold? You can have my jacket, too, if you want. I'll just grab another one."

"N-No!" Hinata immediately interjected. He then paused, his face growing hot as his eyes dropped and he fidgeted in his spot. "I-It's...not t-that..."

Lev's brows furrowed. What the actual fuck was happening? He then followed Hinata's gaze, blinking dumbfoundedly at what met him.

There, clear as day, was Hinata's cock pressing against his joggers. The front of it was also completely wet from his precum, and Lev felt like such a moron for not having noticed it before.

"H-Hinata... W-What are you--"

"Lev." Hinata cut him off, peering up at him with teary eyes. "C-Can you help me...please? I-I need you, Lev, please."

And that was all the words Lev needed to hear. He was already standing on the very edge of his restraint, and hearing Hinata say what he's always yearned for was all he needed to jump off his metaphorical fucking cliff.

Without wasting another moment, Lev practically ripped the joggers off of Hinata and discovered that he was going commando. Lev groaned, seeing that a mini vibrator was attached to Hinata's cock.

"Did you do this to yourself?" Lev breathed, completely under Hinata's spell and unable to look away.

"K-Kuroo did." Hinata replied, making Lev growl. "B-But... It's only 'cause I l-like you."

Lev froze, eyes blown wide. "What?"

"I-It's true..." Hinata looked down again, heart pounding hard against his chest. "I-I've liked you since the first time we met! You fucking p-piss me off, so I d-don't understand it! But I fucking l-like you, okay?!"

"But... What does that have to do with Kuroo?"

"I-I... Well..." Hinata gulped, blushing darkly. "Kuroo found out about my feelings a-and, well, I dunno... He t-told me he can help me out with y-you, and one thing led to another and h-here we are." Finally, he managed to lift his head and meet Lev's eyes. "He also told me that y-you were...w-watching us."

Lev's breath hitched, and it was his turn to blush. Fuck. Kuroo really was a sly motherfucker. But then again, he also kind of had him to thank for this...wonderful predicament. Lev honestly still didn't understand it, but he was with Hinata and that's all that mattered to him at the moment.

"I-I don't mind that you were w-watching us..." Hinata proceeded. He then reached forward, placing a hand against Lev's chest. Hinata could feel the thrum of Lev's rapid heartbeat, and he was somewhat relieved that Lev was just as nervous as he was. "Honestly... I kind of l-liked it." He admitted, smiling sheepishly. "Do you...like m-me?"

"Hinata..." Lev's voice was nothing more than a whisper. If this was a dream, then it was much too cruel. But even if it was, he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy it to the fullest. "I like you, too. So fucking much. Since the very beginning." He leaned down, and any other time he would've poked fun of how small Hinata was compared to him. But all the jokes he said were nothing more than petty ways to get Hinata's attention, like a childhood bully teasing the person he likes. "H-Hinata, can I..?" Now it was his turn to stumble over his words, face scarlet as he could only glance down at Hinata's erection.

Hinata giggled cutely, lips quirking up into a dazzling smile. "Y-You can do whatever you want to me, Lev."

Lev smiled back at Hinata, leaning ever closer. They stared deeply into each other's eyes for a few moments, their lips only a few inches apart as their warm breaths fanned against each other. It was Hinata who broke the spell first, going up on his tiptoes and connecting their lips.

Lev's smile only grew bigger, Hinata's soft lips confirming that this was indeed reality. Sweet, amazing reality. Lev deepened the kiss, one arm snaking around Hinata's waist while his free hand gently took off the vibrator from Hinata's cock. It clattered onto the ground, useless and forgotten.

Hinata wrapped his arms around Lev's neck. Or, at least, he tried to. Hinata let out a frustrated little huff as he could only lay his hands on Lev's shoulders, making Lev burst into laughter.

"Shut up, stop being so damn tall!" Hinata snapped, before gasping when he was suddenly easily hoisted up by Lev. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Lev's waist, Lev pinning Hinata up against the wall.

"This better?" Lev smirked, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

"Well... I'll forgive you for now." Hinata grumbled, pouting cutely. His hands then made quick work of Lev's sweatpants, untying it as it fell to his feet and Lev eagerly pulled down his boxers as well.

Hinata's eyes widened as he saw the sheer size of Lev's cock. He was definitely much bigger than Kuroo. And he should feel intimidated, but instead his cock twitched in anticipation.

"Lev..." As he spoke, his lips brushed against Lev's. "Y-You can fuck me. I'm all ready for you. P...Please don't keep me waiting any longer."

Lev sighed deeply, nuzzling into the crook of Hinata's neck. It was more so for him, too embarrassed to let Hinata see his pleased and flustered expression. "Just...tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Hinata nodded, and Lev gladly seized the moment. He positioned himself at Hinata's entrance, slowly pushing in. His tip was just barely in when Hinata whined, throwing his head back and Lev could feel Hinata's nails scratching incessantly at his back like a cat.

"Breathe, Hinata. I'm not even fully in yet." Of course Lev wanted Hinata to be comfortable, but he also couldn't keep the smugness out of his voice. He knocked his forehead lightly against Hinata's and made eye contact as he penetrated the redhead deeper, deeper, deeper.

They both let out a guttural groan at the same time, Hinata feeling so fucking full as Lev buried himself completely inside of him. Hinata leaned in, licking Lev's lips sensually and nipping at his bottom lip. Lev moaned, his tongue darting out to play with Hinata's.

Quite unexpectedly, it was Hinata who began to take the lead. He grinded his hips against Lev, a broken cry escaping him as Lev's huge fucking cock hit just the right spot. Lev soon followed, moving his hips in sync with Hinata. Hinata gasped and panted, calling out Lev's name as he was continuously impaled oh so perfectly.

"Lev, Lev, LEV..!" Hinata screamed, tugging needily on Lev's grey hair. "F-Fuck, yes! You fuck me so good! M-More... Please, more..!"

"Hinata..!" Lev moaned loudly, uncaring if they wake up the whole damn camp. He grabbed Hinata's chin before he tipped it up, revealing his neck. Lev has completely lost all control, his green eyes flashing possessively. "You're mine, you got that? All mine. Kuroo can never make you fucking feel this way. You're my slut." He bared his teeth like a starving lion, sinking it into the crook of Hinata's neck. Hinata whimpered, and once Lev drew away he smirked triumphantly at the prominent bite mark he inflicted.

Lev then flipped them over so that his back was against the wall. Hinata's legs continues to be wrapped around Lev's waist, and Lev supported Hinata's body with his hands firmly holding onto Hinata's hips.

"You're not fucking answering me, Hinata." Lev growled, his tone more authoritative than before. "Who do you belong to, slut?"

"Y-You..!" Hinata yelped, bouncing on Lev's fat cock. "I-I belong to you, Lev!"

"Good. Fucking. Boy." He enunciated each word with a thrust, recoiling his hips before slamming his cock back roughly into Hinata. Hinata's walls clenched like a goddamn vice around Lev, the both of them knowing that it wouldn't be long for them to come undone.

Lev then enveloped one of his hands around Hinata's cock, stroking it in time to his swift thrusts. He was pretty much jack hammering into Hinata by now, Hinata nearly going cross eyed and lips forming into an 'O' as incoherent babblings and desperate moans violated his body.

"L-Lev, please..!" Hinata begged, tears springing to his pretty brown eyes. "L-Let me fucking cum! Please..!"

"Then..." Lev panted, never ceasing his thrusts as he chased his high. "Fucking CUM..!"

"AH!" Hinata cried out, his back arching as he came. Spurts of cum smeared Lev's hand, and Lev soon followed with his own release. He pumped his cock relentlessly even as he exploded, gasping and grunting as if he was in heat.

It took a good couple of minutes for them to collect themselves, Hinata laying slack against Lev just as the sun rose and casted its ethereal glow upon them. Lev slowly pulled his cock out of Hinata, eyes darkening at the fucking erotic sight of his seed spilling excessively from Hinata's anus.

"Shit..." Lev chuckled breathlessly. "I fucking love mornings."

And neither were aware of a certain captain hiding around the corner of the school building, his ever devious smirk unfaltering from his lips.

'Lev's a fucking idiot if he thinks I'll give up on Hinata that easily.' Kuroo thought to himself, snickering softly.