#ABSOLUTELY ALWAYS I GET FURIOUS AND WANT TO TEAR AND THROW

[the-person-on-the-bridge]

I want to share. It absolutely annoys me that sometimes my computer ITSELF swaps folders on the desktop. On my desktop I have 1 folder with files and 8 Word files separately in random places, 6 of which are not named. Like, 6 DOCX Document files. I remember most of them by their location. The two that are next to the folder are notes for study; under the folder are notes and notes; the file in the middle of the screen is empty, for writing reports, posts, and more. And all files are like this.

Imagine my annoyance when I turn on my computer to view the study notes I wrote last year and see that the files are not in their places. And I have to open EACH file to understand what was in it and put it back in place. I FUCKING HATE IT. And even if I rename all the files, it won't help. After a few days, I literally forget what was in the other folders, even though they are signed.

Do you know what this feeling is like? When books are rearranged on your bookcase or shelf in a completely different way than they are used to. On a normal day, you can literally reach out and immediately know which book you will take. You won't even need to look at the name. But then, at one, you look at your books and realize that you don't know where which one is. And even seeing the names, you can't find the right one. And instead of immediately taking the right one and continuing to do your business, you start putting everything in order so that next time you don't waste time on it.

I hate it! Literally every time this shit infuriates me >:(

[mariespen]

The High Road ୧ ₊˚ ⋅⩩

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader ୧ ‧₊ Summary: Rafe's girl gets into a fight of her own Warnings: arguments between reader + her friends, depiction of mild injury, swearing, name-calling

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You were absolutely furious, fingers typing so aggressively that Rafe could’ve sworn your phone was going to split into two. Your eyebrows were furrowed, frustrated sighs and groans coming from your perch at the edge of the bed. Your boyfriend, Rafe, was propped up on the headboard, waiting patiently for you to start complaining again so he could convince you to leave it alone.

“I just.. I don’t get it!” You finally complained, throwing yourself back onto the sheets and carrying your phone with you, rolling onto your stomach to continue typing.

“Hm?” He asked, looking at you and growing increasingly impatient but trying his best to keep up the facade.

“Brianna keeps saying.. ugh!” You looked at your phone with confusion and disgust, starting to type again with even more anger than before. “What is goin’ on? Can’t be that big a deal.” Rafe said, rolling his eyes at your dramatics.

“Brianna is saying that I told Jessie that her ex was hanging out with Jamie but I never said that!” You protested, not raising your gaze to look at his confused face as you continued, “She said that I’m a lying slut but she doesn’t even have any proof!”

Rafe shifted, his defensive side slowly coming out as he heard the full details of the conversation. You went on, re-reading messages while still typing out rebuttals to Brianna’s angry claims, desperately trying to bring Rafe up to speed.

“She won’t let me get a word out, Jesus!” You scoffed, finally looking up at Rafe as tears slowly started to brim your eyes.

“Hey.. hey. S’okay, um..” He said, gently pulling you up to comfort your shaking body, “Let’s just.. go to her house. Reason with her, yeah?” His suggestion seemed absolutely crazy, but you weren’t ready to keep typing out response after response. Rafe had always told you to be the bigger person, even if most of the time he didn’t follow his own advice. This was your way to end the petty drama.

Rafe’s eyes widened with a bit of surprise when you nodded your head in agreement, “Really?” He asked, a little caught off-guard that you actually want to take his advice for once.

“Yeah, let’s go. Gotta be the bigger person.” You said, your voice an angry murmur as you stood up, pulling your poor, confused boyfriend up with you.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He said, letting you drag him to his car with determined steps.

The two of you got into the sporty car and you crossed your arms over your chest, too angry to play music off of your phone like you normally did. Thoughts raced through your mind as the reality of the situation dawned on you. You knew it was too late to turn back anyways, and Brianna needed someone to talk some sense into her.

Rafe pulled up to her house, looking at you with a knowing gaze as you stormed out of the car. You were on a roll, up until you approached the front door. You let go of some pride when you turned around, waiting for Rafe to be by your side. Eventually, you knocked angrily on the door with him behind you, standing awkwardly with his hands shoved into his pockets.

Brianna opened the door, immediately rolling her eyes at your furious face.

“Why are you saying all of this stuff about me?” You asked, arguing with your hands as you tried to get her to talk to you like a normal person.

“I’m only telling the truth.” She said plainly, obviously trying to stifle a giggle.

“What is your problem with me?” You said, voice raising as she rolled her eyes again.

“Never had a problem with you until today. You lied, sweetie.” She said, glancing over to her side a few times with a smirk filled to the brim with faux confidence.

You looked behind you to Rafe, a confused look on your face as he returned it with a crease in his brow. You looked around the corner, inviting yourself in despite Brianna’s protests. Your jaw dropped when you realized that Jessica and Jamie were both sitting in her living room, giggling to themselves before your eyes connected with theirs. That shut them up real quick. 

Without hesitation you invited yourself in, Rafe following behind you but stopping at the door frame as you and Brianna got into it again.

“You know you’re lying!” You yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in her annoyed face.

“All I know is that you’re a whore who likes to cause drama for attention.” Rafe’s face dropped and you stopped your rant, waiting for anything else to come out of her mouth. Lucky for her, nothing ever did.

“What did you just say?” You asked, astonished that she would ever say something like that while she knew what a hypocrite it made her.

“Yeah, what?” Rafe said from the doorway, the reminder of his presence giving you an extra, and probably unnecessary, boost of confidence.

“God Rafe, mind your business.” Brianna scoffed, stalking towards you. “Don’t talk to him like that.” You said defensively, taking an equal amount of steps to her as well.

“I’ll talk to him however the fuck I want to. In fact, I think you both are attention whores with daddy issu-“

Your fist made contact with her face before you could even think about it. She crumpled to the ground, holding her cheek. The realization set in and you started to step away, but she got up and swung back almost instantly. 

Suddenly, the two of you were throwing your fists wherever you could reach, yelling and screaming over the sound of skin on skin. Naturally, Rafe swooped in the keep Brianna away and take your place. As expected, she backed off at the sight of Rafe who had a impulsively violent stare in his own eyes. Like clockwork, you got right back to swinging when Rafe initially let go of you. He grabbed your waist, pulling you away as you yelled and screamed, trying to break away to swing again. “Hey.. Hey! Shut up, will ya? Jesus.” Rafe said quietly into your ear, forcing you out of the house before sweeping you off of your feet when you tried to go back again.

“C’mon tough guy, s’time to go home, a’ight?” He asked you, appearing to be satisfied with the annoyed nod that you gave him.

The ride back home consisted of his occasional concerned glances and your inevitable tears, pouring down your face and onto your swollen lips. You had opened your mouth to say something, maybe an explanation, maybe some kind of defense, but nothing came out and the two of you sat in silence.

Rafe let out a prolonged sigh when he finally got to tannyhill, parking and looking over at you to get a better view. He took your salty-wet face in his hand as he looked you over. A busted lip, lightly black eye, and a few other minor injuries were what you brought back, along with fresh tears as he looked at you with disappointment.

“Thought you were gonna take the high road on this one, hm? Rafe asked, brushing the messy strands of your hair away from your face.

“M’sorry Rafey..” You tried to start an apology, but empty sobs came out of your chest and he held your face in his hands, trying to comfort you as you cried.

The severity of the situation had finally set into you as Rafe made you sit on the kitchen counter to bandage your scratches.

“Didn’t know my girl could swing like that. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” He commented with an unreadable smile, getting the homemade first aid kit from the pantry and eventually coming back to you.

Bandages littered your body as Rafe picked you up, carrying you up to his bedroom and laying you down.

“Thought you knew better than to do that shit..” He muttered as you curled up onto him in his own bed, “Didn’t think I would have to tell you not to start swingin’.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stop tears from flooding your eyes again, “I didn’t mean-“ “You did the right thing.” Rafe told you, kissing the top of your head as his toxic reassurance coursed through your mind.

“Js don’t be out here doin’ that shit again.” “Wasn’t planning on it, Rafe.” “You beat her ass real good.”

You smiled.

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[quaintii]

To be with you is all I want.

Warnings: breeding kink, slight choking, p with plot, fem!reader. Very passionate smut below! A slight spoiler of Atsv. torture, bodily harm, and blood!!! trigger warning !!!

enjoy 💖💖!!

You and Miguel have always been each other's partner in capturing anomaly's. Yet Miguel always suggested that you stay back, away from harm. But you continuously refused his request, you couldn't be inside your apartments, walking around in circles, wondering if he's fine or not. Worry runs through your bloodstream, every second, same goes for Miguel but worse. He worries every second that you'll die because of him.

In the middle of the night, you kept rustling back and forth in your bed, trying to grasp onto something. Someone. You immediately wake up and realize Miguel has gone off to a mission without even warning you about it. You are furious and quickly put on your suit and ask Lyla to find out where he is. You swing your way into a weird, black-noir universe. It looked bleak and darkly cynical. You figured that Miguel was using Spider-Man noir's backup. The atmosphere was so thick, you almost choked as you weren't adjusted to some multiverses. You caught a whiff of smoke and fire.

Your Spidey senses then took the lead and you finally found where Miguel was. You were incredibly furious with him but you couldn't think of that right now. Miguel was fighting Morlum. You've constantly heard slight whispers about him, especially from Miguel. What you can take from what you already know, Morlum has tried hijacking the multiverses and he is seeking to find the spider totems and take control of HQ. You swing your way in but your Spidey senses react too slow to a crashing wall heading your way.

Luckily, you crotch down to avoid it as best as you could. It leaves quite a big injury on you though. Your forearm now has a big open slit trailing down in blood, due to the concrete building. It was a deep cut. When Miguel felt someone else at the scene, he happened to lay eyes on you, he was worried you would severely bleed out. The blood wouldn't stop. His eyebrows furiously furrowed together and he clenched his jaw and tried his best to focus on Morlum. Spider-noir was throwing many walls towards Morlum, trying to crush him to pieces. Mush.

Miguel used his red lasso and webs to tie down Morlum's legs together, causing him to fall down. But Morlum uses his super strength to make the floor below him fall. Ensuring his legs to finally let go. The floor completely crumbles and produces a ton of dust. You wipe your dust off your suit and can seem to see anything. Your hearing is very sensitive so they start ringing as metal scratches at each other due to the collapse. You sense someone near you and before you have time to turn around and web them, they hold your back against their chest.

"Wow, you sure seem like a good piece of bait for me to use!" Morlum says enthusiastically. "You look pretty cute too..too bad I have to kill you." "NO! No, get your fucking hands off her, you fucking shitbag. She's not a part of this, let her go." Miguel yells.

Morlum holds a knife at your throat so suddenly, you shiver with terror, running through your blood. Your flight or fight turns on, and you don't look like you have an option. This man has such a strong hold onto your body, you can't even let alone, move a muscle. "You seem to be quite concerned about this woman, well that puts you to more use!" Morlum chuckles. Miguel's eyes filled with absolute trepidation. His breathing becomes rougher, he begins to hyperventilate. He can't imagine ever losing you, he can't lose another dear loved one again. He can't imagine the pain of two, let alone one. Morlum pushes the knife closer into your skin, carving a light line. Miguel's jaw clenched harder than a rock. He didn't know what to do and he didn't know where spider-noir went.

You were trembling with fear, tears swelled your eyes. You felt like this was all your fault, because you're always so stubborn and never bother to ever listen to Miguel. Your lips quiver as you bite down on your lips, hard enough to draw out blood. You felt like all of this was a dream, you hoped for it to be one. Miguel moved a few inches, trying to grab you out of his grasp. Morlum then threatened to stab you in the liver if Miguel moved any closer. Miguel's body felt like he was being stabbed with thousands of knives. Morlum would make small cuts around your body, some deep, some shallow. Miguel yells "Mierda!" with a hurtful tone, he secretly advises Lyla to send backup immediately. He was too scared to breathe, fearing he could easily lose you in a second. You both stared at each other, a wholeheartedly look within fear hiding behind it. Miguel was trying to reassure you that everything was going to be ok. "Esta bien, mi vida. Te voy a sacar de esto, te lo juro, amor. Amas quedate quieta." Miguel's expression was drowning in helplessness.

"She seems like quite a trophy, Miguel! I can see you do have quite a taste." Morlum licks your cheek and nibbles a bit at your neck. Your huge discomfort grows more and you can't stop crying. Miguel was revolted by this, clenching his knuckles till his blood went cold, white. He felt like his jaw was about to lock and break. "Don't touch her! You keep your repugnant self away from her." Miguel yelled with an immense amount of hatred. Both of your guys' Spidey senses tingle as you feel other Spidermen approaching the situation. They all work collectively to pick up a razor sharp platform, sending it straight towards Morlum's head. Before Morlum could sense what was coming towards him, you immediately tuck your head and his grip on you releases. His head was sliced off clean. Blood guzzling out of his body. Before you could fall weakly on your knees, Miguel runs towards you, carrying you in his arms bridal style. He hugs you so tightly and you both tear up together.

"I thought I almost lost you, amor. I can't ever imagine losing you, ever. You're my everything." Miguel says as he places you grabs ahold of your cheeks, wiping away the blood and tears off of your cheeks. Giving you long, passionate kisses to you. Pecks on your forehead too. The amount of reassurance made you feel more at ease and comfortable.

Miguel continues to carry you in bridal style on the way home. He opens the window to your guys' bedroom and heads to the bathroom. He keeps showering you with a lot of love and reassurance. "Mi amor, te amo, por favor nunca vuelvas a hacer eso. Mi corazón ya mero se murió. Te amo demasiado, princesa. I couldn't bear seeing you being hurt, ever. I love you so, so much." He said while holding your body from behind. You were between his thighs, you laid your head back onto his chest, hearing his heart thump loudly. The bathtub was so warm, you could stay like this with him for hours. You loved Miguel. And he loved you too.

Both of your bodies emit more heat and the warmth calmly engulfs you both. You were both now clean, Miguel got out first and dried himself off. Despite seeing him nude multiple times before, you loved seeing him like that. He then wrapped a bath towel around his lower waist. Then grabs your hand and lets the water drain. He wrapped a towel over your body. Letting you stay warm. Then he dried yours and his hair with the hairdryer. You loved how much he put focus and care into you. You would return the same back too by giving him massages, going out on walks, seeing movies, etc.

Miguel then caught your eyes wandering around his body, he slightly smirked. "Take a picture to look at me for longer, mi vida." Miguel said while sneering. "Porque? Cuando te tengo enfrente de mi, cariño. I can't ever take my eyes off of you, you're so handsome." You say while heading towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and rustling his hair. He then pushed his lips against yours. Unfolding a deep, passionate, needy kiss. Your tongue wrapped with his. The smell of skin filled your nose, your fluttering heart thumped more and more. The soft taste of his plump lips on yours, his warm embrace against your chest as both towels fall on the floor. His gentle hands reaching your body, aching to be touched. His hands roams to your neck and hair, proceeding down to your hips. You then jump onto his chest and he grabs a hold of your hips. You both try not bumping into the door and open it while still kissing.

Your mind was starting to turn dizzy and foggy. He gently placed your chest on top of the bed. Giving you pecks and small bites along your spine, making you shiver. He softly turned you around. Both of your guys' lips magnetized. Not letting go, not even for a gasp of air. Miguel positions his back against the bed frame, pulling you on his hip, holding you in a lotus position. Your chest touching him enlightens fire down your core. Your nipples perked from the amount of arousal growing down your core. "You're the most beautiful, sosphicasted, intelligent, erotic, loving woman I've ever known and loved my whole life." Miguel said with a soft tone. Whispering it in your ear. Nibbling it softly, pulling out small moans out of your mouth. "Susurro estas palabras solo para que el mundo las escuche. Tu eres mi mundo entero, mi amor." Miguel said while groaning against your neck. Your head slightly goes back, you bite your lower lips. "Miguel, please more.. I want you to touch me more." You say with a hint of desperation and begging. "No muñeca.. we have the whole night to ourselves right now. Let me cherish and worship your body.

Miguel slides his fingers across your cunt, pulling it to your face. You moan to the touch of his rough fingers on your slick wetness."Look how soaking wet you're for me, cariño. Let me put that pussy to use, si? ¿Quieres eso, amor?" Miguel said softly with admirable eyes boring into yours. You nod slowly, groaning as he picks you by the hips. He then placed the head of his cock against your entrance. Your cunt twitched at the heat emitting from his breath against your neck. He then slammed you onto his cock, reaching your cervix.

You feel your body's nerves crashing down, the pleasure makes you feel so full. You moan erotically against Miguel's chest, cursing under your breath. "F-fuck Miguel, I feel you in my stomach.. you're so big. It's t-too much f'me.." you say between pants. "I love having you like this muñeca. I can't ever lose you, understand?" Miguel said softly. "God your body does unimaginable things to me, cariño." He cups his rough, big hands around your ass, slapping it as he begins bringing your hips and down his cock. Miguel stared at your beautiful face, saying incoherent words and the seductive expressions you would make. Your mouth being agape, gasping for air as Miguel would push every oxygen in you out of your body with a simple thrust of his cock. Your cunt spasms as Miguel grabs your throat softly. "Look at me, amor. I wanna see your pretty face getting fucked." Miguel said with a lustful tone. His eyes never let go of yours. You tried your best to not roll your eyes to the back of your head and kept eye contact with him.

More fire enlightened deep inside your core when Miguel's cock twitched when you reached for his neck, nibbling on it, leaving hickies. Miguel returning the same for you. Both of you are groaning and moaning, loudly. Not having a care of who could hear the both of you. The pleasure was towering over your body and your cunt uncontrollably spasms when Miguel said, "Cum around my cock for me, amorcito. Do it. Make me cum. I want my babies inside of your gorgeous body. M-mierda.." As you ride your orgasm out, Miguel's pace fastens, leaving you with tremendous overstimulation that leaves your throat choking out screams and wails for him to stop. A few more thrusts and he finally pumps his seed inside of you. Small droplets of tears leave your eyes, Miguel wipes them away by kissing them. "You did good f'me, baby. I love you so much." "I love you so much more than you could even imagine, Miguel. Te amo cariño."

Miguel finally pulls out of you, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. Miguel then grabs a couple of small towels to clean you up. He then gave you your loungewear as he clothed himself with his boxers and shorts. You tie up your hair into a messy bun, then turn to lay beside Miguel. His arm hugging around your body, pulling you close. His chest against your face, both of you easily fall asleep.

:33 hai guys this took me Abt 1 hr n a half to do! This was really fun to do, please send more requests! Love u all ! <3

[reallyromealone]

This request is random and it’s all up to you if you want to write it

So say muzan makes the upper six to watch over his infant son and I’d imagine it be chaotic

Like baby reader cries whenever akaza carries him, hates doma and throws his toys at him, maybe his enjoy chasing hantengu (which would lead to hantengu to run away crying), maybe gyokko would teach baby reader about art, maybe for gyutaro he’d be a decent care taker while daki is confused on how to take care of baby reader and kokushibo is baby reader baby reader favorite person and likes to be carried by kokushibo

This is totally up to you if you want to write it

Ohohohoobnonoo

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Muzan was a very attentive father despite himself, his son; his /heir/ was his world.

(Name) was precious and perfect, given anything he could desire in the world.

An absolute papas boy.

So when the moons had to watch the little bundle...

It was a nightmare.

"WAAAAAAH!" (name) screeched as tears rolled down his face, smacking the demon angrily as his barely present fangs bit at Akaza, not harming the demon in the slightest.

"Please behave, our Lord will be home soon!" He tried soothing the babe who wailed louder.

Doma was treated no better though instead of crying it was violence.

"Please little Lord, I just wanna be your friend~" Doma said playfully as he shook a raddle infront of the little one who looked absolutely furious that he cult leader was touching his rattle "ABABABA!" He screeched and smacked his hands against the tatami mat and the blond cooed but glared when a stuffed toy hit him "that's very rude little lord~" Doma said and lifted (name) who immediately tugged at his hair with force "why are you so full of hate~!" He said with almost sadness in his voice "I'm the best one here!"

"Dada!"

"He's gone right now little one!"

(Name) was /facinated/ by hantengu and followed him around everywhere, Shakey little feet as the upper moon tried to get away from the little one, tiny Muzan picking up speed wit his waddles as the poor demon tried running away.

And that's when they learned little (name) could crawl on walls.

"GET AWAY!" He said anxiously and (name) made loud happy baby noises.

Gyokko looked fond as the little one finger painted, messy and colorful and proudly showed it to the other, it was a mess but he could see a vague shape of Lord Muzan based on the black blob with little red eyes.

"Very good little one" (name) beamed at the praise.

Gyotaro was an excellent care taker, soothing the little babe for his nap as Daki played dress up, she wasn't sure how to care for a baby having never had done so but she always thought infant clothes were precious, the siblings watching him as he sleeped on a blanket.

But out of all the moons, (name) always prefered Kokushibo who sat in silence reading as (name) sat in his lap drinking his bottle, the demon glancing down as the babe pat his arm "do you wish for me to read to you?"

"Ababa..."

"Very well..." Kokushibos voice was deep and relaxing to the boy, reminding him of his papa in a way and Kokushibo was reminded of his own children with (name).

Rarely did he think of them but occasionally he wondered what lives they led.

He wondered what life (name) would lead.

The babe sneezed and Kokushibo was confused as a daisy bloomed from the tatami mat.

Well then.

[heauxvibez]

Can You Stand The Reign

warning: smut (18+), @harmshake has inspired me for today's oneshot, so thank her and enjoyyyyy!

"You're such a fucking whore, I swear! I should've listened to everyone who warned me about you!" I unleashed my frustration, my voice cutting through the pulsating energy of the club as I stormed out.

Roman's hand grasped my arm, attempting to halt my furious exit, but I pulled my arm away, shooting him the darkest glare I could muster.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me. I hate you," I spat, not even bothering to gauge his reaction before I turned on my heel and marched away.

Between the booming music and the dim lighting, it seemed like not many eyes were on us, but honestly, I didn't care. He clearly wasn't bothered by being the center of attention, so why should I be?

We'd been craving a night out with friends, a rare treat amidst our busy lives. I was thrilled at the idea of stepping out with my man by my side. He'd cleaned up nicely, looking absolutely irresistible as always. But of course, the good vibes couldn't last for too long. Roman disappeared onto the dance floor with his cousins, and in no time, a repulsive groupie latched onto him, grinding shamelessly. That was the moment I lost it.

As I stormed outside, the rain pounded down mercilessly, drenching me within seconds. I didn't know where to go; I hadn't driven here, and the last place I wanted to be was in a car with him.

Seeking dryness is the shadows of an alley, I unleashed my pent-up emotions, throwing my clutch to the ground and succumbing to a fit of rage. My screams echoed off the walls, swallowed by the downpour that drowned out all other sounds.

My back slid against the cold, wet brick as I sat on the ground. My tears mingled with raindrops as I replayed the scene inside the club. The image of him grinding on another woman burned in my mind.

"Get up." The commanding voice shattered all my thoughts.

"Excuse me?" I shot back, thrown back at the audacity.

"You heard me. Get up," Roman repeated.

"No," I growled back, crossing my arms in stubborn defiance, only to feel strong hands seize my jacket collar, hoisting me up effortlessly.

"Let me go!" I thrashed against his hold, landing a slap to his face.

My attempted slap didn't even move him. Was he some sort of superhuman?

"I dare you to slap me again," he challenged, his brown eyes boring into mine with an intensity that scared me and.. turned me on?

Resisting the urge to lash out again, I swallowed my pride, allowing him to release me to the ground.

As he closed the distance between us, gripping my ponytail and tilting my head back, my body gave in immediately. His tongue traced a path from my neck to my ear, sending my heart beat right into my panties.

"Now be a good girl and come back into the club with me," he whispered, his breath warming my body up from the cold.

"No," I resisted, though my resolve wavered under the weight of his gaze.

"I guess 'no' seems to be your favorite word today, huh baby?" he quipped, his fingers undoing my jacket zipper before I could protest.

"Roman, get off of me," I protested weakly, my anger subsiding despite me still attempting to fight back.

But even as I fought against him, a part of me couldn't deny the thrill of his touch, the way his lips had me in a chokehold.

He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

His fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, but he didn't bother with finesse, tearing the fabric apart with a roughness. His eyes darkened with desire as he noticed I wore no bra beneath. With a shrug, I let the remnants of the shirt fall to the ground, baring myself to him.

I reached around him, releasing his beautiful locks from their confine. His curls tumbled down his back, soaking up the raindrops that threatened to fall down any further.

He attacked my lips with an intensity that caught me off guard. I hadn't intended to respond, but I found myself kissing him back eagerly. Gripping his hair tightly, I pulled hard, wanting him to feel the sting of my anger. He groaned against my lips and sanded his teeth into my bottom lip with force, leaving a bruise in its wake.

"That hurt, you idiot!" I hissed, my frustration boiling over.

He chuckled, "You get what you give, sweetheart.." he retorted, callously discarding my leather jacket onto the cold, wet concrete.

"You're such an asshole," I muttered half-heartedly.

Capturing my nipple between his thumb and index finger, he rolled and pinched it mercilessly. "I enjoy being an asshole," he confessed, before dipping his head down and taking my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it with a hint of aggression.

I tugged on his earlobe, a silent plea for gentleness, but he seemed intent on testing my limits. His lips trailed back up my neck, inhaling what was left of my baccarat rouge 540 perfume. He moaned at the scent, it was his favorite.

Lowering the zipper on my jeaned shorts, he smirked at the revelation that I wore no panties. "Fuck, you know just how to turn me on," he murmured against my lips.

Without hesitation, he plunged three fingers inside me. Gripping my jaw firmly, he tilted my head back, locking eyes with me as he relentlessly thrust his fingers in and out, the feeling of him massaging my walls had me at a loss of words.

"Fuck the club, we're heading home," he declared, withdrawing his fingers before plunging them back in forcefully, eliciting moans of approval from my lips.

His kiss was tender, a stark contrast to the roughness of his touch. "I know I fucked up tonight, but I'll make it up to you. I promise," he whispered, his fingers curling inside me, hitting just the right spot.

I cursed loudly, clutching his wet hair as a euphoric wave crashed over me, my body trembling against the cold brick wall.

As I regained my senses, he steadied me with his arm, his fingers lingering in his mouth as he savored the taste of me. His tongue danced between his fingers, and he slurped the lingering juices that threatened to drip down to his palm. A whimper couldn't help but escape my lips at the sight.

He handed me his damp shirt and my jacket, leaving him in a damp undershirt that clung to his glistening muscles.

"Here, put this on for now until we get home,"

Taking his soaked shirt, I pulled it on, my eyes tracing the contours of his body hungrily.

Oh, we're definitely going to finish this when we get home..

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I was not planning on posting today LOL but here ya go :)

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Could we maybe have a smut with doug like maybe he billys the reader but decides to fuck her and leave her alone after

Dark Fear & Pleasure

Pairing: Doug Van Housen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI +18!!, rough sex, extremely mean Doug, fear play, pain kink, reader gets bullied, CNC, cumming inside w/o permission, heavy degradation/humiliation, name-calling (verbal abuse), mentions of stalking, cursing, mean!Dom!Doug x sub!Fem!Reader, possessive!Doug, spanking, dacryphilia, fingering, p in v (w/o protection)

Genre:(Heavy) Smut

Word Count: 2,2k

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS FIC HAS DARK THEMES, IF YOU'RE AGAINST ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THE WARNINGS, DO NOT READ IT!!!

A/N: This is definitely the darkest and nastiest fic I've ever written... I was absolutely drooling over this request!! Doug turns me on sm and that's so alarming, but Idc. Please, be aware that this fic contains extremely heavy themes! Anyway, I hope I wrote Doug right and that you guys enjoy this 🤭😈 tagging: @aliceblxck @twelvelevens @unidentifiablesubject <3

"Leave me alone, you freak!" you couldn't take it anymore. You'd had enough. Ever since Doug laid his eyes on you, he wouldn't stop stalking you and humiliating you in front of his group, reveling in the fear and vulnerability you showed towards him. It made him feel powerful, like he could control you like a small, fragile bunny whenever he wanted to or felt bored.

This time, he crossed all your limits, invading your house while your parents were away. And this time he came alone, not bringing his friends to join in his "fun" with you, as he call it. How could he know you were home alone? Why was he so obsessed with you to the point of knowing your routine and discovering that your parents were going to spend the weekend away, leaving you unsafe for any creep who wanted to assault you? And now there you were, trapped between a pair of a psychopath's arms against the wall of your bedroom, his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. His grin was filled with malice, like a venomous snake analyzing its prey, ready to strike at any moment.

"And what fun would that be? I like tormenting you way too much, little bunny. You're so easy to scare... It actually turns me on." then you felt a warm tongue lick your wet tears running from your chin, while he moaned at the taste of fear in them.

You felt disgusted once you felt him get hard against you, so you impulsively spit on his face. You immediately regretted your bold action the moment you saw his blue irises darken so much until you could no longer see its color anymore. You'd never seen him so furious, as his jaw clenched so hard so as not to fall into the temptation of killing you right there.

"That's enough! You need to learn some manners and not disrespect who's in charge of you, you pathetic bitch!" you then felt his strong hands throw you harshly onto your bed, making you groan in pain. You were simply relieved that he hadn't thrown you to the rigid floor.

"Please Doug, what do you want from me...!?" you were feeling desperate by now, your fresh tears blurring your vision from the man who was about to destroy you.

"What do I want from you?" he chuckled, clearly mocking you like he always did. "I wanna be the one who's responsible for corrupting that cunt of yours. I bet you're not as innocent as you look... I bet you're tighter and wetter than any girl I've fucked before. And I'm gonna turn you into my sex slave for whenever I feel my balls full and want to warm up my cock. Are you more clear about my intentions with you now, huh?" he grunted before he forcefully grabbed your hair, forcing you to look at him as you winced in pain.

"No Doug, please don't... anything but that!!" you would be lying if you said that his words didn't make your panties wet and empty pussy clench around nothing, but you would never admit it to the man who's been tormenting you for months.

"Do you really think you can make a decision here?" he laughed at you. "Unfortunately, neither mommy or daddy are going to be here to help their sweet daughter from getting fucked by someone who just wants to abuse her slutty cunt. What a shame..." he slapped you across the face, purposely causing your cheek to burn and sting in pain. "You're so pathetic... and it makes my cock so hard." he said confidently, with pure danger evident in his words, before licking the top of your sternum all the way up to your chin with his long tongue.

"Why are you doing this...?" it was barely a whisper, but Doug could hear you perfectly. You looked away from him while he was pinning your wrists, restraining you with the weight of his body, while his free hand gripped your breasts and nipples roughly. He was way stronger and intimating then he looked, and the thought of being at his mercy absolutely terrified you.

"If you're a good girl for me and don't fight much, maybe I'll have pity on you..." he laughed as he said those words, making you believe he was lying with every tooth he had in his mouth. "But on second thought, I'd actually like to see you fight back." was all he said, before turning you over and shoving your face into your pillow to prevent you from breathing properly as he unbuckled his belt.

"Nooo, Doug!!" You screamed and tried to push him off you as you begged for his mercy, but that only seemed to turn him on even more, since it was completely useless. In one abrupt movement, you felt him pull your shorts and panties off, as he stared at your glistening pussy.

"Holy fuck, look at this... You're enjoying this as much as I am, you freaky slut. I knew I could corrupt you... This cunt is my fucking property now, you understand me?" you felt a hard slap on your ass, leaving a red handprint from his big hand. It hurt like hell, yet you couldn't ignore the pleasure that ran through your spine until it reached your core.

He kept spanking you until your ass was all red and sore. Once he got bored of it, he decided to check one more time if his actions turned you on even more, soon realizing that his suspicions were absolutely correct.

"You're even wetter now, little bunny... you should be ashamed of yourself for enjoying this. You do realize now that I'm not gonna stop ruining this pussy whenever I want to, right?" you moaned as you felt two long fingers enter you without any care and fuck you hard as if it were his dick.

"Stop it Doug, please, it hurts! It's too much!!" you whimpered loudly, no longer able to distinguish pleasure from pain. You'd never been intimate with a guy with hands as big as Doug's, and it hurt so good.

"Good." was all he said before speeding up his pace. He grabbed your hair so you could breath, and when he pushed you back against your pillow, you came and screamed from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Look at that... after all the bitch likes me to humiliate and hurt her." he whispered with a clear smirk on his face, as he looked down at his cum-covered fingers, before grabbing you by the hair to make eye contact with you.

"Open. Now." not wanting to test him any further, you opened your mouth hesitantly as he shoved two fingers in forcefully, making you gag around them.

"You better suck my fingers clean or I swear I'll make you choke on them until you pass out, you slut." you did as he said, afraid to face the consequences of his promises. When you finished, he took his fingers out of your mouth and put them in his own while staring deeply into your eyes.

"Doug, please..." you no longer knew what you were pleading for: for him to let you go or for him fuck you like the wild animal he was. You began to feel your body, especially your pussy, craving his cock and touch, making you feel slightly dizzy from the adrenaline and pleasure coursing through your blood.

"It'll feel better if you want it too, trust me. You're wet enough not to hurt your pretty pussy too much, so don't worry. I'll be gentle with you." he promised with blatant lies and fake enthusiasm as he brushed the pieces of hair from your face that were sticky with sweat, before laughing and mocking your face.

He then pushed you down hard so that you were lying on your back, while he ripped off your top to expose your tits and erect nipples, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable for him and his hungry eyes.

"No bra, huh? You're making this so much easier for me, little bunny. Now... don't even think about fighting back, because I promise you it will hurt." you couldn't stop crying, yet you couldn't stop craving him either.

You'd probably just discovered a new kink of yours that was unknown to you until then, or you'd only noticed that moment how profoundly attractive you were to Doug, even though he bullied you and made fun of you almost every day. It was extremely bizarre, however your dynamic was something you felt very addicted to, like a sweet poison that you couldn't stop drinking no matter how deadly and poisonous it was.

He was still fully clothed, which made you feel even more humiliated about the whole situation you were in. But as soon as he pulled down his black pants and boxers... you wished you could still see him fully dressed and not come face to face with the monster he was hiding between his legs.

"Holy shit..." you cursed wide-eyed, praying that you could take him all without being ripped apart from the inside out. You saw his proud, wide grin reappear, making you realize that he enjoyed watching your fear and horror at taking him inside you way too much.

"Scared? I'll make it all fit no matter what, so you better be."

The moment he penetrated you, it was as if the entire world had collapsed on you. You felt like you'd been drugged, since you could no longer think or see straight. To your surprise, it didn't hurt like you thought it would, your wetness and lust for him causing your pussy to immediately adjust to his huge size. However, it did hurt when he started pounding into you, his long cock slamming into your cervix at a fast, rough pace. Your screams were mistaken for moans of real pleasure, making him groan too at the feeling of your tight, welcoming cunt. When he changed position to fuck you deeper, you grabbed the bit of skin of his back that wasn't covered and dug your nails in until he grunted in pain.

"Fuck, I've wanted to destroy this fucking pussy for so long..." he whispered to himself with his eyes closed, loud enough for you to hear him. His confession made you clench around him as you came on his cock, since he was hitting your g-stop over and over again.

"No no, you're gonna look into my fucking eyes as you cum and ask for my fucking permission!" he shouted at you with an angry face, before slapping you as reminder not to dare desobey him. He didn't stop until he made you cum a second time with his cock, this time doing as he told you, which deepened the intensity of your last orgasm of the night.

"That's it little bunny, that's how I like my girl... Obedient to her owner like a well behaved whore."

"P-please, don't cum inside me! I'm begging you, please!!" you implored him the moment you felt him reach his orgasm, but as you expected, he did exactly the opposite of what you wished for.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do! I'll cum wherever I want and you'll thank me for that, you ungrateful slut." these were his last words, before cumming deep inside you, his thick sperm coating your walls so deliciously.

When he pulled his cock out of you, still half hard, he stared at you with pride. You were looking like a mess: naked and covered in dark hickeys, your sweaty hair all messed up, your face covered in black mascara while your eyelids were half shut from exhaustion and your chest heaving rapidly from your deep breathing. When you felt some of your energy slowly being replenished, you covered your naked body with your arms and knees as you looked out of the window, while reliving what had just happened in your mind.

"Hey, you came three times with my fingers and my cock. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it too. In fact, I did you a favor, so be grateful. I bet no other guy will fuck you this good." he said while buttoning his pants.

Before climbing out of your window, he stopped halfway and looked back at you, lying in a fetal position while you clutched your legs to your chest. He slowly approached you and knelt down to your level, watching you carefully before one of his hands tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I promise I'll leave you alone from now on, my little bunny... But I can't promise I won't come back to taste that sweet pussy of yours again." he chuckled darkly, as you felt him kiss your forehead firmly, before getting up and leaving your bedroom through your window.

And just like that, he disappeared in the middle of the night, as if the devil himself had paid you a visit to remind you who you belong to.

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 26

Hello, and we have got to the end of the massive arc that culminated the last four chapters.

I also wrote this part before 24 and 25 because I couldn't figure out how to write Eddie having a hard time on tour, but the aftermath flowed from my fingers.

Also as a reminder this story is finished, I'm just posting on a regular schedule. This story is the longest fanfic I've ever written. Topping out at 58165 it's definitely longer than 50K fic I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year (Sandman, never finished or published.)

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22 Pt 23 Pt 24 Pt 25

****

“You’ve been sitting on that sofa for an entire week,” Wayne growled. “Steve has called three times, your bandmates at least a dozen times each. Hell, boy Miranda has been calling concerned. So want to tell me what’s fucking got you so twisted?”

“I was given a choice out there on the road,” Eddie said, twisting his rings around his fingers. “Stay in Indy and play small time gigs for the rest of my adult life or go to LA and get an album and the chance at super stardom.”

Wayne sat down next him. “Sounds like a big decision to make.”

Eddie leapt to his feet. “That’s the problem. That’s what makes me so angry how fucking easy the choice is.”

Wayne cocked his head to the side. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate again, boy. Start talking.”

Eddie started pacing back and forth. “As much as I loved playing for so many people, I didn’t like that I could only connect with a handful of them and not even the good kind.” He rubbed his chin angrily. “I didn’t like how tired we all were. It was set up, sound check, play, break down and move on to the next fucking town. And that wasn’t including all the parties, interviews, and all that other shit.”

“That does sound exhausting, Ed.”

“I didn’t like how easy it was for them to tell me to drop Gareth as drummer just because he had trouble adjusting to the increased volume. The price of fame they said. Like it was so simple to throw away almost two decades of friendship for the sake of adoring crowds and hearing our music on the radio.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Wayne said softly. “They didn’t...”

“Oh they absolutely did,” Eddie raged. “I didn’t like how they thought that because me and Steve’s relationship was new that I would be able to find someone better. Someone who liked metal, someone who would be down for the ride.”

Wayne furrowed his brow. “That doesn’t sound like good advice.”

Eddie grabbed his hair pulled at it frustration. “The last straw was when they offered to let their tattooist to finish my back tattoo, because while my artist was good, theirs was better.”

He stopped abruptly and turned to face Wayne. “I picked Steve to do my tattoo on my back because he was the only one I trusted to make it meaningful. To understand the symbolism of making something of yourself when everyone is rooting against you. I made the decision before I fell in love with him and now that we’re a couple– and for them to just dismiss him like that? It made me so angry.”

“So what’s the problem? What’s got you so twisted around the bend?”

Eddie took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I’m fucking furious because I always thought that when fame and fortune came knocking I would throw open that door and march right through it. But now? Given the choice? I’m slamming the door in its face and walking away.”

Hot tears ran down his face. “And I don’t know why.”

He dropped to his knees and began to sob.

Wayne stood up and put his arms around his nephew’s shoulders, gently pulling him to his chest.

“Did that band you were traveling with say that?” he whispered into Eddie’s curls. “Because if they did, I swear to god I will burn every record and CD you have of theirs. Don’t think I won’t. I’ll delete them off your phone too.”

Eddie chuckled weakly. “No, no. They were kind. It was everyone else we met. Agents, managers, roadies, groupies, the people around Metallica every day.”

Wayne nodded.

“I was just constantly bombarded with hateful messages and the constant running at one hundred percent...” he whimpered. “I don’t want to do it.”

“Have you told your band that?” Wayne asked.

Eddie shook his head. “I don’t dare to. I was the one that was gung ho about the touring and everything. How do I tell them I don’t want to leave the comfort of Indianapolis and home?”

“Kinda like that,” Jeff said from the doorway. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the frame. Peaking around him was Miranda with a concerned look on her face.

Eddie scrambled to his feet and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m sorry I’ve been a brat.”

Jeff took three giant steps forward and hugged him fiercely. “You’re not being a brat. You’re scared and trying to figure it all out on your own, but you don’t have to, okay? We’ve all been worried sick about you. But Steve especially. I’ll call all the boys down for a chat and you call Steve, okay?”

Eddie nodded.

He dialed the number he knew by heart.

“Baby?” he asked, unsure of the reaction he was going to get. He deserved to be yelled at. Cursed at. Broken up with. He’d hurt Steve the most with this little temper tantrum he’d been having.

“Eds?” Steve breathed. “Sunshine, are you okay? Wayne said you hadn’t been eating well or sleeping much. Say the word and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

Eddie’s lip began to quiver and tears spilled out of his eyes. “I need you. More than anything.”

“I’m on my way,” Steve said fiercely.

Eddie looked over at Jeff.

“Tell Steve Brian will swing by and pick him up.”

Eddie nodded and relayed the message back to Steve.

“I’ll be at my apartment,” Steve said. “I’ll have Robin arrange my schedule, don’t you worry about thing, baby.”

“Mm’k.”

“I love you, Eds.”

Eddie closed his eyes and breathed in the warmth of that simple phrase. “Love you, too, pretty boy. Come quick.”

“I promise.”

*

Steve piled into Brian’s car. It was the newest, having bought it right before they got picked up by Metallica. He had finally saved up enough money to replace his beater.

Gareth and Gethin in the backseat. Gethin had come up to Indy to watch his twin’s apartment while he was gone and just ended up staying. He was currently looking for a job so that he could move in with Gareth full time.

At least that what they said on the trip down. The twins and Brian were intent on filling the air with talk and Steve let them. He let them fill him in on the tour and everything that had been going on since they’d left.

Steve couldn’t be for certain, but it sounded like that touring hadn’t been fun for anyone. Even after a week of rest, he could still make out the circles under their eyes and how hunched over they were with just sheer exhaustion.

A feeling Steve felt all too well.

Gethin was pressed against his twin’s side and was rubbing his neck soothingly.

Steve looked at Brian.

His face was set, hard and unflinching. He was going to make the drive to Hawkins as fast as he could and still avoid the cops.

Steve was grateful Brian was driving because he didn’t think he would have made the distinction to avoid breaking the law. He would have gunned it and flipped off any cop that tried to catch him.

After awhile, Steve was getting the oddest feeling that Brian was used to speeding down this stretch of highway because there were points where he would slow down for a few miles and then speed right back up.

Soon enough they were pulling up to Wayne’s trailer and piling out the car.

*

Eddie sat on the sofa with Jeff and Miranda on either side of him, just hugging him.

Wayne was busying himself in the kitchen, getting ready to feed the hoard that was about to descend on his home.

The door opened up and Brian, Gareth, and Gethin all stumbled through the entryway. Eddie was on his feet in an instant, Jeff and Miranda not far behind.

And then the trio at the door parted and there stood Steve. Looking just as tired and worn as Eddie felt.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked, taking a step toward him uncertainly.

Steve threw open his arms and Eddie ran straight into them. They wrapped their arms around each other and just sobbed.

“I’m here, Eds,” Steve murmured into Eddie’s neck. “I’m here. I love you so much.”

Eddie lifted his head and kissed him hard. “I love you, too. I regret leaving you behind, sweetheart. It nearly killed me. Every song I wrote was about you. About missing you. I don’t even want to leave you ever again, I can’t.”

The silence that followed that statement was deafening.

Steve led Eddie back over to couch and sat them both down. “Tell us everything, babe.”

And so Eddie did. He told them everything. Everything he had told Wayne, everything that had been weighing on his mind since they started touring. It all just came out in a flood.

They all listened patiently.

“Why didn’t you tell us you felt like that while we were on the road?” Gareth asked. “I knew what they were saying about me, but I also knew you guys wouldn’t drop me. If you had me about that I would have been able to reassure you that I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Eddie flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, it was so vile, man.”

Jeff gave his hand a squeeze. “Well, I think that you did a bang up job telling us now and that’s what really matters.”

“Someone offered to ship me out to LA and record an album,” Eddie finally admitted. “Not the band, just me. I told him that I wouldn’t go without you guys and he laughed in my face. Told me to cut the dead weight and be a star.” He dragged his hands over his face.

“But there were other offers. Good ones. Ones that included the band, well most of it, anyway. Always under the proviso that Gareth be replaced either on tour or all together. They didn’t want to make any accommodations for him even though there is a drummer with one god damn arm!”

“So the options are,” Brian said, “stay in Indy doing what we’ve been doing, only better because of the money we got for doing this tour. Go to LA without Gareth. Go to LA with Gareth but only as a studio musician and take some person we don’t know on tour with us. Does that sound about right?”

Just then Gareth’s phone went off. He looked at it with a frown. It wasn’t a number recognized so he let it go to voicemail. He pulled it up after the notification popped up.

He listened to message with wide eyes. “Hey guys, I think we have another option.” And he played the message so everyone could hear.

“Hey, Mr Hughes,” the tinny voice said through the speaker. “This is Murray Bauman, I’m music producer, we spoke in Las Vegas. I think I have the perfect deal for you boys. You were telling me that touring was really hard on you and that if there was an option you wouldn’t do that. I know you weren’t speaking for all your band, but I could tell that they would do anything for you, all four of you being such good friends.

“So the reason for this call is that I own a small music company in Bloomington and boy do I have a deal for you all. You would make a record through us, we would sell and distribute the record, keeping a portion of the sales, of course. But you wouldn’t have to tour. You have a steady gig as I understand it. If your fans want to see you play, they’ll know where to find you.

“But give me a call, we’ll hash out the details. My phone number is 555-555-2080...” and then message beeped, signaling the end of the voicemail.

Eddie looked down at the phone and then back up at Gareth. “Oh.”

Gareth grinned. “We don’t even have to take his offer, but I vote we listen to it. Brian can bring Cecil.”

Brian nodded. “He’s only got a semester left of law school, but I’ll have him brush up on his contract law to be on the safe side.”

Jeff raised his hand. “All in favor of hearing Mr Bauman out raise your hand?”

Eddie, Brian, and Gareth’s hands shot up.

“Sounds good,” Jeff said. “You call him back and set it up and if it doesn’t work out we can vote again.”

Brian shook his head. “Nah. I think if it doesn’t work, we stick to Nightmare Holes. We took a swing at it and if it’s a miss then we tried. I thought I wanted the touring and everything that came with stardom, but like Eddie I learned I wanted the romanticized version of it. I’ll be happy playing in front of our friends for the rest of our lives.”

The rest of the band nodded.

Soon everyone getting up to go back to Indy, but Steve stayed behind, he would go back up with Eddie in the morning. They had things to discuss that went deeper then the band.

****

Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

I told you I would fix it.

Also a little BTS, the reason in my head for why things went wrong on tour but immediately righted itself when Eddie and Steve met up again? Steve still has Eddie's lucky pick. ;)

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi! Hope you had a good vacation, when your free can I ask for teen!reader doing a pregnancy prank on the ror family. For Adam, Eve, Aphrodite, Loki, Hades, Shiva, and Odin? You else if you want.

-You were sick and tired of Loki constantly pranking you, even when you asked him to stop, almost to the point of tears, but he just saw it as good fun and always told you that he never meant any harm.

-Other members of your family were more on Loki’s side, as he wasn’t doing anything to hurt you, just things like water balloons or glitter bombs, but when those water balloons hit the homework you had been working on for the last two hours and now you had to redo it, you were the only one who wasn’t laughing.

-You had seen this trend on the internet, and you decided that you were going to play a prank that wasn’t so funny on those who had been telling you to laugh off the pranks.

-You bought the fake pregnancy test at a joke shop, one Loki took you to frequently as he wanted your opinions on what to get to prank someone else with, before leaving it on the bathroom sink after getting rid of the evidence of where it came from.

-You only had to wait for about ten minutes before you heard Hades roar out your name, “Y/N!!!” you snickered into your hand, thinking this was going to be hilarious.

-Two minutes later you found yourself on the couch with Adam, Eve, Shiva, Hades, Odin, Loki, and Aphrodite all freaking out around you, panicking as they had found your pregnancy test. Eve was in tears, hugging you close, telling you that you all were going to get through this together.

-Odin, Adam, and Hades were forming a momentary truce, planning on hunting down the guy that had touched you, Adam turning on you with fire in his eyes, “Who was it Y/N? I want his name!!”

-Aphrodite was taking it too well, holding your hand, “Ooh we’ll have to go shopping and get you cute clothes and go baby shopping as well!” many were quickly yelling at her that she wasn’t helping and this wasn’t a moment of celebration at the moment, this was a moment of panic!!

-Loki and Shiva were preparing to join in the beat down, absolutely furious that someone touched their teenaged daughter in such a way. Loki was panicking, holding your hands in his, “Did he force you Y/N? If he forced you, we’ll make sure he pays!”

-You couldn’t keep up the charade any longer and you instantly snorted and started to laugh, shocking all of them before many of them were quickly glaring at you as you wiped a tear from your eye.

-Odin looked furious but you weren’t scared, as you were teaching them a lesson, “So this was a prank?” you nodded your head, “Yes- but it was funny, right? You should just laugh it off!”

-Hearing the words they always tell you when Loki pranks you when you come to them, many were angry, but also relieved that you weren’t pregnant, Eve hugging you again as Shiva spoke, “Why did you do that to us?”

-You gave your own slight glare, “Because none of you were listening to me about the pranks. I’m all for Loki’s pranks, but when he throws water balloons at me and ruins my homework that I’ve spent hours doing then have to redo- it’s not funny to me!”

-Many of them paused, now feeling a bit guilty, especially Loki when you continued, “And when I bring this up and you all tell me just to laugh it off- you’re not the ones who have to redo my homework!”

-Adam sighed deeply, glad that you weren’t pregnant, and you didn’t get into trouble for your own prank, as you needed them to see what they were doing to you.

-Loki apologized and you hugged him close, letting him cuddle you, “That doesn’t mean I want you to stop pulling pranks, I just want you to leave my homework out of it.” He promised he would make sure to not bother it, as Odin threatened him that he would have to redo your homework.

-Aphrodite was the only one who was disappointed that you weren’t pregnant, as she wanted to cuddle with a baby but after getting yelled at that you were too young, she relented and took you out shopping anyway, to have some retail therapy.

[ghost-n-butteredtoast]

Idk if you take requests (I think I've seen you respond to them before but if you're not currently taking them feel free to ignore!)

Can we get some dom!alci x sub!reader? Some smut and fluff/comfort? Maybe reader was acting out bc they felt insecure and Alcina "punishes" them but also simultaneously makes them feel better about themselves?

I sure do! I may not advertise it, and it may take me a while to get around to it and I maaaaaaaay veer off the path of your request a TAD bit, but I SHALL DELIVER.

Notice I started out this little request last year, as it takes place during Christmas. But you know life and all gets in the way...

This will also be posted on AO3.

But now, she is finished. I hope you enjoy!!

The Taste Of Punishment

Christmas at Castle Dimitrescu.

The snow swirled in the alcoves of the courtyard beneath the now-darkening sky above. The cold radiated off the glass of the window, its chill so intense it nearly made your burning skin ache.

You continued to scowl into the courtyard as the maids behind you straightened the stockings that hung from the mantle, dusting and sweeping, ensuring everything, even the darkened corners were perfect for the lady and her family’s Christmas celebration.

They quietly hummed Christmas carols and giggled amongst themselves as they whispered about the gifts they had received.

“I can't believe the lady gave you a gift!”

“What do you think it means?”

“How thoughtful and yet-”

They quieted when they heard your feather duster hit the floor. The rush of hot air from between your parted lips fogged the window, and you stormed out of the room and to your quarters.

It had been a known fact that you were Lady's favorite, and had been for quite some time. Her interest in others had ceased to exist and her focus remained solely on you. And though her fondness for you seemed to run deep, she kept you at a distance all while keeping you on a short chain, wrenching you back to her side when she thought you had strayed too far.

At first, the lady was aloof but possessive, which drove you wild. She took you when she wanted and laughed when you craved her attention, never giving in to your desires until she saw fit. She flirted with other maidens to get a rise out of you, both in your presence and in secret, knowing word would get back to you in time. She would find you seething in dark corners of the castle, claiming she could smell your anger and how it turned her on. You were jealous, and she thrived off the energy.

Over time her behavior changed. She warmed up to you and you began to trust her with your heart though she never truly gave you her own. She was always just out of reach, but you would take what you could get, and you would serve your heart to her on a silver platter.

You had thought she had changed her ways, but this gift another maiden had received…from the lady herself! How could she? You were absolutely furious! Your vision narrowed and your pulse rushed as you tore through the halls, slamming your door and throwing yourself back against the hard wood once alone in your sanctuary.

When you had left your room earlier you had left it dark, extinguishing the lamps before you left. Now, however, there was a single candle lit on your nightstand accompanied by a red envelope.

You tore through the red paper revealing its contents. It was a card and on its cover was a golden embossed Christmas tree. When you opened the card, your insides plummeted.

Season's Greetings!

A. Dimitrescu 

With nostrils flaring, your rage catapulted you back through the halls of the castle and into the main hall. You clutched the cardstock with its generic holiday message in your hand, crumpling the thick paper in your fist as you approached the roaring fireplace. Your chest heaved. You were so enraged, that tears dared not escape from your eyes, for they would dry instantly upon the heat of your cheeks. You stared into the flames, failing to notice the presence that watched you from the landing above, and in the blink of an eye, with all your might, you chucked the card into the fireplace.

How dare she! After all, she had put you through! From torment to tranquility, you thought you had sailed through the turbulent seas of Lady Dimitrescu, nearly drowning multiple times, but finally washing up onto the shore, into the safety of her arms.

…only to receive a shit Christmas card.

You looked up…

Stupid stockings. Four of them. Three for the daughters and one for the lady herself. Your hand twitched at your side, and before your brain could catch up, your fury took over. With a growl, you ripped your Lady's stocking from the mantle and threw it into the flames.

“Oh, temper, temper!” came an amused voice from the landing above. 

Wide-eyed, you spun around to see your Lady approach the stairs, each step painfully slow, her eyes never leaving you. Her gloved hand slid along the banister, the leather creaking with the occasional grip of the curved wood.

“My Lady, I-”

“Hush!”

And silent it was, except for the wind that whistled in the flue. Beads of sweat trailed down your back as the flames of the fireplace danced behind you. The sweat bled into your scratchy uniform, making your discomfort grow.

Your Lady's smile was trouble, her pearly white teeth glistened making them all the more menacing. “I've killed for less, drained maidens for accidentally destroying my property. But you,” she said closing the distance, “you chose to be destructive deliberately! Much like a mutt destroying its master’s shoes because it desperately wanted its master's attention and were-,” she paused and tilted her head, choosing her word carefully to make it bite, “rejected.”

Your lips quivered. Oh, how small she made you feel, but you loved her all the more. She was the master, and you were the mutt. She could kick you, causing your body to slide across the floor and into a wall and you'd still grovel back to lick her boots. How you hated her for that.

“Rejected, yes,” you huffed. “Your giving gifts to other maidens yet leaving  a rather simplistic greeting card for the maiden you prefer to bed and feed from would tend to make one feel rejected.” You tore your gaze from the floor, lifting your head proudly and accepting your fate. “So, if you are finished with me, do what you will. Drain me. Craft me into your next vintage,’ you said, your voice lowering to a murmur, “I grow tired of being humiliated.”

Lady Dimitrescu cocked a perfectly arched brow and snorted. “Me? Humiliating you? Darling. You needn't any help from me,” she said while tracing the length of your arm and then grabbing your wrist. “You're doing an exceptional job all on your own!”

You growled at her words, and she tugged your arm, pulling you towards the grand staircase.

“Wh-where are you taking me?” you demanded as you nearly ran to keep up with the towering woman.

“Upstairs,” she said, her tone flat.

You nearly lost your balance trying to keep up with your Lady's strides. “Upstairs? Don't you mean the cellar, my Lady?”

Her grip on your wrist tightened. “If you wish to behave like a brat, you shall receive a brat's punishment,” she responded as she pulled you along.

You dug your heels into the floor taking up a runner along with it. “No!” You howled, trying to wiggle from her grasp. “I demand you take me to the dungeon!”

Lady Dimitrescu’s maniacal laughter rang through the halls. “There’s the insolent brat I know and love!” 

Love?

You would have questioned her word choice had you not been throwing a tantrum, not that you would have had time to, as she hoisted you into the air and flung you over her shoulder, knocking her large hat off in the process.

“You absolute brat,” she snarled before delivering a slap to your ass.

“Aaaaaaah!” You wailed, “Put me down this instant!”

It was no use. Your Lady continued to march down the halls and into her chambers, flinging you onto her bed before she turned back to the door to lock it.

The click of the lock made you shudder. You had fully expected to be drained for your ill behavior and yet somehow you ended up in her room. Her back was still to you when she began to speak.

“What am I going to do with you?” She said thoughtfully. She was smiling. You could hear it. Oh, it made your blood boil.

“Why?” You finally demanded. “Why would you give…her…a gift?”

Your Lady looked over her shoulder. “Who I give gifts to and the reasons behind them are none of your business! But if you must know,” she said, finally turning to face you, “that wretched little doll of Lady Beneviento’s destroyed a particular maiden's book, and I replaced it. That is all.”

Your brows knit together. “And the card you left me?  Season's Greetings,” you sneered, “signed A. Dimitrescu? It…was so cold …IT WAS CRUEL!”

Lady Dimitrescu put a hand on her hip. “That card was not intended for you. Your card was an invitation to dine with me this evening!” she bellowed. “It must have gotten mixed up somehow…” she trailed off, scoffing when she realized she was being derailed from her argument, “point is, you need to reign in that temper of yours!”

So the gift to the maiden meant nothing. The card was a mistake. You acted a fool and now you were going to get it.

She stalked towards where you sat at the end of her bed, and you scrambled back up onto the mattress, not knowing what sinister plan she had concocted in her mind. She could be playful, she could be cruel. Interactions with your Lady were like a game of Russian Roulette; she gave you a rush and it was terrifying…take your chances, pull the trigger, no bullet, laugh it off - and she would laugh, too, her red lips curling into that sadistic smile. A laugh that both turned you on and struck fear into your soul.

She crawled on top of you but still gave you room to back up as she followed you. “Back against the headboard.”

You didn't have a choice as that is where she caged you in. Your back hit the headboard, knocking the wind out of your lungs, not that there was much wind to lose. You had spent it during your fit. 

She was nose to nose with you now, grinning, her eyes narrow slits as she approached your neck and inhaled your scent. “You smell divine. Even more so when you're worked up.” She chuckled before nipping at your neck.

“Arms up.”

You did as she asked. She sank back onto her heels and reached for the silk rope that hung from the post. Taking your wrists, she tied the red silk around your pulse point, snuggly; you were not going anywhere.

Your eyes followed her hands and then settled on her breasts as she purposely leaned into you to tie the other wrist. Your mouth watered as you desperately wanted to trace the veins with your tongue. She could feel your heaving breaths on her exposed skin and she chuckled darkly.

“Enjoying the view, are you pet?”

You giggled nervously. “I'd be lying if I said no, my lady.”

“Mmm, yes.” Lady Dimitrescu hummed as she knelt to your level once again. “And you know how I detest liars.”

She studied you briefly, her eyes raking up and down your body, making you feel small yet desired all at the same time. “I-I thought you were going to punish me, my lady.”

She chuckled as she pulled away, her eyes leaving you to look at her own hand. With a flick of her wrist, her claws came out. You swallowed hard, and though you were nowhere near the fireplace, you began to sweat bullets once again, and she noticed.

“Oh, darling, you look flushed! Perhaps we should remove this uniform.”

Before you could object, your lady cut through your dress and apron, her claws slicing through your garment with ease. All you could do was gasp as you were frozen to the spot; flinch and you might lose your life.

“Much better,” Lady Dimitrescu purred as she witnessed the wave of goosebumps wash over your bare flesh.

She removed herself from the bed and walked to her vanity. You watched with great anticipation as she undressed. If this was a punishment, you thought perhaps you should act out more often. 

She stepped out of her gown, leaving her in the lacy undergarments that clung to every soft and voluptuous curve so perfectly. Mirror, body, mirror body - your eyes could not choose a resting place. You wanted to see every angle of your lady. You wanted her to come to bed.

Your eyes traveled down the backs of her toned legs but shot back up to her reflection when you heard her moan. There, in the mirror, you saw your lady pleasuring herself. Slightly bent over, she held herself up with her left arm while her right hand had slid into her lacy underwear to stroke her wet folds. Her raven curls slid further down her back as she tilted her head back. Her crimson lips parted to release a pleased sigh, making your core throb with want.

All you could do was dig your feet into the mattress. She was driving you wild and all you had was the ability to squeeze your thighs together. You were wet, and surely you had soaked through your own underwear at this point.

Once again your eyes didn't know where to rest, but you had failed to notice her eyes were locked on you. Your eyes met, and she grinned, sinking a digit into her own core while moaning your name.

Your arms and wrists ached as you pulled at your restraints. “My Lady, please!” You whined.

Your Lady didn't have to work long to make herself come. Her expert fingers could unravel anyone within mere seconds if she pleased. She knew her body, but she was drawing this out to make you squirm.

She added her hips into the mix, thrusting herself into her own hand, the vanity shaking with each movement. 

Any second now, you expected her to stop, to make her way back over to the bed and put you out of your misery. Though you were nearly naked, you were sweating and wet with anticipation. 

But she didn't…

Golden eyes disappeared behind thick, black lashes when she came, her groan morphing to a sinister chuckle as she slumped over her vanity trying to regain her composure.

In the reflection, she peered at you through black curls that had fallen in her eyes. You were exhausted from your tantrum and unanswered pleas. Your fingers tingled from the lack of circulation and the sheets beneath you were damp with sweat. 

Your lady straightened her posture and made her way over to you, her fingers still glistening with her arousal. Pure excitement coursed through your veins as you watched her, longing for said fingers to touch you, to be inside you. A whine escaped your lips when her knee met the top of the mattress and she hovered over you, drinking in your pathetic state.

“Poor little darling,” she cooed. Her eyes made a path down your body, starting at your bound wrists down across your now heaving breast and finally landing on where you ached for her touch the most. Her lips curled with great satisfaction; your desire was apparent, even while still clothed, you were so incredibly wet.

“So riled up and desperate to be put out of your misery,” she said reaching for your underwear, but stopped when she saw your hopeful smile. Her smile dropped completely and so quickly it sent a shiver down your spine. Instead, the hand that she had been pleasuring herself with moments ago grabbed your chin. She inched towards you, her lips coming ever so close to your own. The smell of wine and tobacco taunting you; she was so close.

Instead of her lips meeting your own, she dragged her wet fingers over your lips, leaving what was left of her desire for you to taste.

You desperately wanted to lick your lips but you were so incredibly stunned by her departure from the bed. You tugged on your restraints and fought back the urge to beg. Surely she was coming back. Wasn’t she?

Lady Dimitrescu sauntered back over to where her dress lay on the floor and stepped back into it, letting you watch as she slowly covered the garters and lace that adorned her curvaceous body. Once back in her dress, you found the ability to speak.

“My Lady?”

“Hmm?” She sweetly responded while fixing her hair and smiling at her reflection.

“Are we to dine with one another still…tonight?”

She turned to you with a look of pity and amusement upon her face. “Oh, pet. Lick your lips,” she chuckled darkly. “That is your dinner!”

“What!” You blurted not caring how loud your voice was.

She walked back over to you and grabbed a blanket that had been draped across the end of the bed. “I absolutely adore you, brattiness and all, but a punishment is a punishment! You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?” She smirked. “You see, while I am away, you can take some time to reflect,” she said as she graciously covered your shivering form. “And while I am enjoying my dinner, you may…savor the taste of your punishment.” She smiled wickedly at you before turning to take her exit, making sure to add a little sway in each step. 

“My lady?" You screamed after her. "MY LADY!”

If they were quiet enough, the people of the village might have heard your screams of anger ring out through the Romanian countryside as you yanked at your restraints and trashed about in your lady’s bed. And if you had been quiet enough, which you weren’t, you would have been able to hear your lady’s laugh echo through the castle halls as she made her way to the dining room.

Hope all of you savored the holidays 😉 Happy 2024, dear readers!

[wol-fica]

-ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝-

summary - during a kiss scene between you and emma myers, jenna gets a little too jealous for her own good

warnings - movie kiss, yelling, pushing into chair, angry! jenna x apologetic! reader, implied sex but you won’t see that ;), not proofread

an - i’ll be honest, i accidentally posted the first half of this so if you saw that, you didn’t 👀

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Jenna was pissed, and that was an understatement. She was infuriated with the idea of having to watch you, her girlfriend, get all kissy with Emma.

Don’t get her wrong, Jenna absolutely adores both of you and she cares very dearly about your well being. But that doesn’t stop her from having feelings of jealousy and anger when your lips were locked with her own best friends.

“And, cut! Lunch break!” Tim shouted as the crew started to disperse.

Jenna watched as you and Emma exited the room together, and she didn’t miss the way her friend’s eyes were glued to you. Jenna’s face had anger written all over it, which is why most of the cast and crew stayed away from her while they ate. All, except for you.

See, you were quite an oblivious person when it came to someone being mad. Wether they were mad at you or whatever else, you always seemed to miss that factor. So when the time came for you to go eat lunch with your girlfriend, her demeanor slipped right past you.

“Hi love, how are you?” You asked, completely unaware of Jenna’s fowl mood.

“I’m great.” She hissed, stabbing her lettuce aggressively.

You paused, mouth open, waiting to eat a part of your sandwich. Why did she sound mad? Was it something I did? Did someone tick her off? All these questions ran through your mind, causing you to stay silent as you wondered which one was the best to ask.

“Thanks for asking.” She said, getting up to throw away what was left of her lunch.

You winced when the sound of her trash getting slammed into the trash can echoed through the lunch room. All eyes were on you in an instant, and you knew you had to go get your girl.

You hurriedly stuffed your sandwich in your mouth before running after your girlfriend, chucking your trash on the way. Soon, you had caught up to her, as she was kinda slow and didn’t prefer to run.

“Jenna!” You called, out of breath from running after her.

She turned to you, silently staring you down as you took a second to breathe. Once you were finished you stood up to speak properly to her, but before you could get a word out, she dragged you into a nearby tent.

The room was pretty much empty, besides a few chairs and a couch. It was seemingly just a relaxing room for the crew but everyone had vacated to the lunch hall to eat.

“Jenna.” You repeated as she pulled you inside.

“Hush.” She growled, roughly pushing you into a chair.

She faced you with a fury that you vowed to never want to see again. Her eyes were ablaze with anger while her hands were clenching and unclenching into fists. You gulped, afraid of what she had to say.

“I am furious Y/N, if you couldn’t tell.” She said, pacing around in front of you.

“I could, can I ask why?”

She whipped around, slamming her hands on the chairs arm rests. Her face got incredibly close to yours while her knees pressed up against your own.

“I am jealous.”

You scoffed, causing her to raise an eyebrow as if to test her.

“Jealous about what? Me kissing Emma?” You shook your head, now not afraid of how Jenna was acting, “It was nothing personal and you know that.”

“I really don’t, especially since she could keep her goddamn eyes off of you. She was practically fucking you in her mind!” She shouted, now pacing around again.

“So what if she was? I don’t have any feelings for her!” You defended, standing up as well.

“How am I supposed to know that?!”

You stopped, mouth agape at your girlfriend’s statement. She was staring dead at you know, tears beginning to fill her eyes.

“How am I supposed to know if you won’t leave me? How am I supposed to know if i’m good enough?” Jenna said, now practically crying.

“Oh honey.” You said sadly, rushing forward to comfort her.

She let out a sob as you enveloped her in your arms, leaning into your warm embrace. She cried on your shoulder, probably ruining her makeup in the process but neither of you cared at that point.

“I know you have insecurities, but I promise you I am not going anywhere.” You whispered, planting a kiss to her hair.

“You promise?” She hiccuped, shaking slightly from crying.

“Pinkie promise.” You replied, linking your fingers.

She giggled but stayed close to you, relishing your warmth. Her eyes met yours, and she began to lean in. Your lips met, salty from crying but not repulsive. The way her hands wound into your hair and tugged lightly, made you want to take her right here in this tent. A soft moan exited your mouth as she gently scratched your scalp with her nails.

“Is my baby all needy now?” Jenna cooed, pulling you to her shoulder as she massaged your head.

All you could do was groan in defeat, melting into her embrace. Jenna always had a way with you, and she always knew what buttons to push and pressure points to pinch when it came to making you submit to her.

“I think you deserve a punishment for being so naughty.” She whispered before pushing you back into the chair and starting to undo your tie.

What a long lunch it will be for you.

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[misstodorokifreelance]

BNHA Hybrid Head-canons

Boku No Hybrid Academia anyone???

I have head-canons for my three main boys (Todoroki, Bakugou and Midoriya...in that order of personal preference. Hehe.) but I also have head-canons for Kaminari and Kirishima. If you would like me to do a part 2 please let me know!! I don’t do the villains or teachers though, maybe Dabi is an exception. It's been a while since I was on Tumblr but I'm back and will mostly likely be around weekly so don't forget to check in. Now, when it gets to the Rut section it’ll be very smutty and suggestive, so an NSFW warning goes out.  TW: general smut, oral, breeding kink, mommy kink, praise kink, a lil non-con.

First things first though, here are some Hybrid AU head-canons for the world! 

 ✨ Hybrids appeared in the world in much the same way Quirks did. Now most of the population is partially human and partially animal, and they classify themselves as half way between.  For example; A Human-Cat Hybrid would be classified as Homo Felis, where as a Human-Fox Hybrid would be classified as Homo Vulpes.  ✨ Hybrid students are encouraged to act as human as possible, so on weekends or holidays they often just relax and use their animal instincts.  ✨ Some Hybrids gain extra abilities due to the species they are, such as better vision, extremely agility or even camouflage.  ✨ Sadly a lot of the ‘full-blooded’ humans look down on Hybrids, and often try to pick out ‘pure’ bloodlines to ensure the species. However with how prevalent Hybrids are they the world as become fairly forgiving and accommodating towards them, and they just want to be understood by the humans. 

✨ UA has had to build the dorms more like miniature apartments, and the students are encouraged (or more often that not just can’t be ousted from the property) during the holidays, when most Ruts start picking up. It’s fairly common for the students to group up and have quick flings to help each other out, but when two students are in a relationship it’s mutually agreed that they’re out of bounds for everyone else. No matter how desperate. 

Now onto the boyos!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

🔸 Hybrid: Cat

General Head-canons:

🔸 Katsuki would start out very aggressive, often getting into fights or chasing after the other Hybrids he saw as ‘prey’ such as Midoriya, however he never intends to eat them, just make himself to top cat in the dorms.  🔸 His collar has a chain attached, because the teachers rightfully think he’s quick to anger and potentially violent. Katsuki would throw massive furious tantrums about it and tear the collars to bits, until you and Kirishima finally bought him a spiky red leather collar, which is only one he will ever wear. 

🔸 Katsuki loudly proclaims not to care, but when it comes to you he’s always listening. What food do you like? What colour clothes do you like to wear? Is there a new book or game you want? He’ll buy it for you, and proudly present it to you only in private. As soon as you show any thanks he’ll throw it off and hiss and make a scene, but you know he’s blushing internally. 

🔸 He sneaks onto your balcony at night, and uses his long claws to deftly pick the lock so he can sneak it and do some tidying and generally neaten your place up. He absolutely denies it, but he adores it when he sees how grateful and surprised you are. After the first you times, you took to leaving your balcony door unlocked for him.  🔸 He is so FLUFFY! Like Persian cat fluffy. Most of him looks human, but he has the softest blonde ears and tail, and the slightest fuzzy patches along the back of his hands, forearms and on his chest. He’s very proud of it, and grooms himself sometimes three times a day. He’s not the biggest fan of showers though, unless you’re in it with him, but then he’s too busy staring at you. 🔸 Seriously though, when it comes to towel drying he fluffs up like a cloud, and it’s so adorable like OH. MY. GOSH! 💕😘😊 He pouts though. A lot. He’d much rather use his tongue but he hates getting fur in his mouth. You though...you could use your tongue. Pretty please?? 🔸 When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot sweeter. He loves cooking for you, but it’ll always be spicy. He adores spicy food, or sparring with his best friend Kiri right in front of you to prove that he’s the strongest. As soon as it’s over though he’ll tackle you onto the couch and either curl up in your lap, contently prideful, or sulkily flicking his tail and internally begging for his ears to be rubbed.  🔸 He loves cuddling you, but he demands to be the big spoon, or to flop on top of you with his face resting on your chest, or in your stomach. He purrs really loud, and it’s reserved ONLY for you.  🔸 Katsuki is possessive AF. He hates smelling any other Hybrids on you, and will immediately throw you onto the bed and make sure it’s only his scent that’s on you. He’ll literally stand in the hallways and hiss at any other guys that brush past you accidentally, or on purpose. He knows you’re gorgeous, and he wants everyone else to be jealous of him.  🔸 Katsuki is a consent king. He would hate to hurt you at all, but he would absolutely play up the rough predator prey dynamic even when he just wants cuddles.

🔸 Some of Kitty Katsuki’s favourite things; Spicy food, knitted blankets, the red spiked collar, watching cooking shows, balls of yarn (only black or red though, he’s picky). 

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Katsuki gets super irritable to everyone other than you when he’s in a Rut. Part of him hates feeling so pent up and needy, but part of him also likes it, and it never ceases to surprise you when he actually says ‘please’. 🔸 Whilst he doesn’t really have a breeding kink, he simply HAS to claim every part of your body, cover you in his scent and make sure after all is said and done everyone sees the bite marks and sheepish blush on your face. 

🔸 He gets restless too, the longer it goes on. For the first few days he’ll hide it, merely getting snappy at people, but his hands and eyes will wander, and he’ll be lowly growling in your ears trying his best to sound casual. He’ll shiver whenever you’re near him though, and he’ll quickly disappear to the bathroom for a decent length of time until finally he can’t control himself anymore. He NEEDS to be in you, to feel you, to claim you as his. He’s aching, his body is dripping with the desperate desire to be in you and he’s almost incoherent as he half begs half demands that you take your clothes off before he does it for you.  🔸 He’s loud, and he gets even more turned on when in a Rut if you are as well. Scream his name because it gets him near feverish in the moment. He doesn’t care if he fills you or not, anywhere is good enough. Across your chest and he may just lap it up himself before making out with you. 🔸 One lengthy round is enough for one Rut, but it’s gotta be hours worth to truly satisfy him. Afterwards he’ll bundle you up in his arms and tell you how good you were, and that you’re his Princess. Trust me though you’ll need the aftercare he’s ready to shower you with, you’ll be sore all over. 

IZUKU MIDORIYA

🔹 Hybrid: Bunny

General Head-canons:

🔹 When you first meet Deku, he’s extremely skittish, often thumping his foot loudly and dashing away whenever anyone got too close or too loud. However once he’s made a couple friends, most of his foot thumps are when he’s excited or geeking out over something.  🔹 He has a soft spot for tinier Hybrids, but his reaction to bigger tougher species is very different depending on A- his mood, and B- personality type. Especially for taller, louder females, he has the level of relationship verging on mommy issues. He’s way more competitive with the other guys though, standing a little out of place being the long eared bunny boy amongst the predator Hybrids.  🔹 His ears are almost too long for him, flopping over adorably whenever he tilts his head. It’s enough to make anyone squeal over him. He’s so heckin cute! 🔹 He rambles a lot, and doesn’t mind if you zone out he just wants to express his excitement about whatever he’s learned today. He especially likes it if he’s curled up under a soft blanket with you.  🔹 Bunny Deku likes things tidy. He loves going around organising things or just cleaning up a room, and he’ll thump his feet happily when you praise him before dashing in for a cuddle. He’s strong though, and loves proving it by lifting you up off the floor and spinning you in a circle. 🔹 He loves the rain, prefers it to showers, but loves bubble baths. He’ll often watch a documentary or listen to music, humming along to the songs. If you pop in to see how he’s going he’ll disappear into the bubbles, blushing furiously, but he actually really likes it when you come to check on him because it makes him feel loved and cared about. He’ll do the same to you as well, waking up once or twice in the night to make sure you’re okay, or popping into a room if you’ve been there a long time. Just to grace you with his bright wide eyed smile and ask if he can do anything to help.

🔹 He does get a little self conscious about the fuzzy patch of light fur along his arms and legs, but he’s super proud of his delightfully poofy cotton tail. When you tell him he’s handsome he’ll do a happy dance and shower you with kisses and little nose rubs. (I’m dying of cuteness imagining it! 💕😘)

🔹 Deku loves parading you to and from bed when you’ll allow him to, likes you feeling his sturdy pecs through his shirt. He works hard to keep his body fit, and will go for jogs at dawn or dusk depending on whether or not you want a quiet night.  🔹 He’s a very attentive boyfriend, and with his bunny ears he’s always listening out to see what you need, or if anyone is talking smack about you, or is into you. If either of those happen he’s not a happy bun at all, and will call them out publicly. Everyone else in 1A think you’re a cute couple, and he’s super happy whenever he hears that.  🔹 He’s a mama’s boy, and she loves you too. Honestly all she wants is to not have a hundred grandkids, praying that your genes outweigh his bunny ones. You’ve heard her say so many a time, and Deku blushes bright red whenever she does. 🔹 Some of Bunny Deku’s favourite things; being outside, watching cartoons, All Might (the famous bunny hero himself!), bubble baths.  Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Deku doesn’t at all like being in a Rut. He knows he has a terribly strong breeding kink, he can’t help but imagine you with a belly full of kits, and it gets him all riled up and whiny. He’ll lock himself in his room and even sometimes have Katsuki on watch to make sure he doesn’t make a dash for you in public.  🔹 He’s almost desperate when he finally gets to be in you, quick and breathless and begging for more. He needs it, because his body aches to know end and his little bunny brain is screaming for him to fill you up and keep you like that to ensure he gets to see that cute round belly full of baby bunnies. It’s why he gets so embarrassed whenever his mother will tease him. Don’t be surprised that he’ll need a few rounds to calm him down to the point of even being logical. Lucky Kacchan’s there to knock some sense into him, sometimes literally.  🔹 From day one there’s a massive shift. The usually cheerful Deku is near tearful with desperation, and he needs all of your attention, needs to be touching you all the time. Sometimes it scares him, and he hates feeling like he’s forcing himself on you even when you comfort him and tell him it’s okay, and he tries to stay as sleepy as possible so it’s all cuddles and he doesn’t have to feel his body betray him, constantly dripping, as desperately horny as his brain.  🔹 He really likes suckling though, whether or not he’s in a Rut. He just loves running his tongue over your nipples, it’s comforting to him.  🔹 He also switches from having major mommy issues to being dominant and needing to take charge. When he’s dominant he needs to nip and bite at your shoulders, he has to hear you tell him that you’re his and nobody else’s. When he’s submissive he’ll whine out for you to touch him, to milk him dry as many rounds as he can until he’s exhausted. It’s the worst in spring, and that’s when Shoto, Iida or Kacchan are basically on watch 24/7 for the first few days. Don’t worry too much about him though, he’s not shy about resorting to using pictures of you, or his imagination and the torn apart pillows that you both annually end up having to replace. 

SHOTO TODOROKI

🔸 Hybrid: Exotic Cat (think Bengal cat)

General Head-canons:

🔸 Shoto’s father was one of those ‘elitist’ humans who went looking for a woman with a pure bloodline. Shoto still finds satisfaction in the fact that his maternal grandmother was a Cat Hybrid, and the gene resurfaced with all the Todoroki sons, with only Fuyumi as the only girl missing out. He’s even more happy that he isn’t anything rare like a Snow Leopard, even if he resembles a more expensive feline breed. He looks mostly human though, apart from the tail and ears and longer claws than some of his friends. His eyes are human though, without the slit pupils.  🔸 He lives full time at UA, tired of the way his father pushes Fuyumi to treat him and his brother like pets not siblings. Maybe that’s why Touya left, Shoto isn’t sure. He’ll visit his mom though, a lot, because he’s inexperienced in love, as well as the ways of a Cat Hybrid, and wants to be the best boyfriend he can be. 

🔸 Most of the time he’s quiet, regal, and keeps to himself, but Shoto is very, VERY protective of you. If he’s not right by your side, he’s within visual distance of you whenever you’ll allow it. He will downright hiss at anyone trying to mess with his perfect baby. 

🔸 He’s super smart, but a little clueless at certain things, so Midoriya or more often than not, Kaminari, will explain stuff to him. He has this natural ability to pick up things very quickly, and this surprised everyone including himself. He just sorta picks it up and its phenomenal.   🔸 Shoto downright adores getting to curl up with you, tail around your waist, whispering praise and sweet nothings into your ears. His kisses are just as sweet, a quick peck followed by an adorable blep and quick lip across the same place he just kissed. He likes scenting you casually within view of his friends, he gets a kick out of it.  🔸 He has a cheeky streak, and will steal items of your clothing to keep with him so your scent is always nearby. He’ll hold your hand in public, and rather aloofly ignore other women. He likes his classmates though, and will do his best to help them study so long as you’re there to look at. You’re so beautiful, he just wants to admire you. 

🔸 Shoto prefers any more intimate behaviours to happen in private, even just making out. He’ll always make the first move, and ask in a velvet voice that’s impossible to resist. He has pet names galore for you, but has definite favourites; Baby, Love, Snowflake, Sweetheart, just to name a few. When you do make the first move on rare occasions, it stuns him, and then he’ll blush madly and hide his beaming face.  🔸 Enjoys playing up the predator prey dynamic when it comes to intimacy, but is fairly laid back and romantic with it. 

🔸 Doesn’t know how to cook many things, but loves soba. If you make it for him he’ll follow you around for hours, purring and wanting to touch and hold you in thanks. He also loves sharing baths, he thinks you look cute covered in bubbles or when he can wash your hair in the shower for you. 

🔸 Some of Kitty Shoto’s favourite things; soba, late night cuddling, sharing food or experiences with you, a small All Might plush that you found hidden under his pillow. 

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Shoto can feel himself entering a rut, and his brain switches fully into prowling predator mode. He’s aching inside, but he wants to hide it, make it game and truly earn it when you catches you. The heart pumping chases throughout the dorms is enough to have any of the other feline classmates hiding themselves away, they know well enough to leave Shoto to the hunt.  🔸 He’ll be half growling half purring when he finally gets to you, his eyes hungry but too polite to tear you to shreds before you’re ready for him. He’ll beg for you to let him inside, let him claim you, let him do whatever it he needs to in order to quell the burning inside him. 

🔸 He’s loud as well, half yowling one of your name nickname as he thrusts as deep as his considering length can get inside you. As a Todoroki, of course he has a breeding kink, but he also has enough self control to switch things up to prevent him filling you if that isn’t what you’re feeling that day. He loves it though, loves watching your face, loves seeing you filled up. It’s the edge of heaven for him, and he isn’t shy to let you know that.  🔸 A couple rounds is all he needs, then he’s good, but almost every day of his Rut you’ll see the burning in his eyes, his hungry desire. Everyone else can see it too, but they don’t bring it up because he’d get incredibly sheepish. He can control himself enough to not be a dripping mess, but it takes a lot of composure and sometimes he’ll be a man of even fewer words during the day.  🔸 He prefers intimacy at night or in the evening, and sometimes in the shower if you let him. Otherwise he’ll just be a loving, purring heap of red and white sleek fur in your bed, ready to shower you in expensive gifts for putting up with yet another Rut. 

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

🔹 Hybrid: Dog

General Head-canons:

🔹 Eijiro is the big energy brother to so many of the class. He’s enthusiastic, playful, a little ditzy, but protective and kind with bucket loads of advice and positive mental health to provide.  🔹 Though his ears and tail are black, he dyes his hair red because it reminds him of his favourite hybrid hero. He’s a little jealous he isn’t part shark, but he also loves being the bundle of love that he is, especially for you.

🔹 He may have a little motley crew of friends, but you are his everything, his world, his galaxy, his universe! If he can be helpful, just give him the instructions and then he’s off and running to do as good a job he can so you’ll praise him. He LOVES praise, he thrives off it, and gets a visible pep in his step when you call him a ‘Good Boy’ or especially a ‘Manly Pup’. 

🔹 Whilst Eijiro likes reading, he’s not the most attentive in class. He’d rather run around outside, testing his metal against the other students, or go teach the younger Hybrids useful skills such as gardening or writing. If you recommend a book to him however, he’ll sit in a corner of a garden or park and read it for as long as you’ll let him before coming back to the dorms. 

🔹 He has a MASSIVE appetite, but tries not to look greedy. Luckily you, Katsuki and the other people who cook in class know to make big portions, cause they’ll never be left overs with Eijiro around!

🔹 He prides himself on looking well kept for you, and beams if you wear his hoodies in public. He loves the look on other guys faces when they can smell his scent on you without him getting worked up and overstimulated, because by god does he get overstimulated. 

🔹 Touch is something Eijiro dreams of, to have your body against him, or even just hold your hand. He has to hold himself back from licking you all over, but the tongue kisses are DIVINE with him. It’s a bit longer than normal, and a little wider, but it’s always a pleasant surprise when his excitedly voice trips into a bark and he pounces on you for a make out session. 

🔹 He gets very hot and bothered when you’re flirty, his body instantly kicking into animal instinct mode. His brain will get fuzzy and all he can think of is him, in you, and then PUPPIES. Not even the round pregnancy belly, just the idea of him being a dad. 

🔹 Some of Puppy Eijiro’s favourite things; gardens, good books, playing sports, praise. 

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Like I mentioned, he gets very riled up from touch, but when he’s in a Rut it’s almost unbearable. He’ll be very whiny but not want to seem annoying, but his whole body is aching and dripping and every second he just wants to feel you. 

🔹He loves both giving and receiving oral. He prides himself on his long tongue and the moans you make send him into overdrive and before you know it he’s inside you, desperate to fill every inch of you again and again because his animal brain demands he has puppies. He’ll feel bad and apologise after every Rut, but he knows deep down you love him no matter what.  🔹 Unsurprisingly he has a slight breeding kink, and also a praise kink. On the days he can’t see you he’ll disappear into the shower again and again, always in a change of clothes, telling himself he’s a good boy just so he feels praised. 

🔹 He’ll steal your panties when in a Rut, basically anything that smells like you, half ashamed as he’s desperately trying to deal with the feelings. He’ll be an laundry duty for the next week, and you know why but you love him too much to say anything. 

🔹 He likes to switch up positions between a handful of favourites. Doggy style is surprisingly second to when you ride him and he can fully lose himself, yipping and crying out your name until he’s got nothing left. 

DENKI KAMINARI

🔸Hybrid: Tanuki (I’ve not seen this anywhere else, and I’m lowkey surprised!)

General Head-canons:

🔸 Denki is a little ditzy, full of energy, and well loved (well... tolerated) by most of his classmates. He’s cheeky, and a bit of a prankster, but also self confident and athletic. When you first met him he instantly tried to make a move by stealing your stuff until you came looking, then he came clean and bluntly said you were hot. 

🔸 Denki lives to make you feel like a QUEEN. He’ll play imaginary trumpets when you enter a crowded room and always be at your beck and call. He loves telling you how beautiful you look or just praising the fact you exist.

🔸 He’s not shy about affection, but plays it up casually otherwise he gets very awkward, nervous laughter and everything. He’ll kiss your cheeks and nose in public whenever he can, then whisper a quick request for more cuddles later.  🔸 He loves cuddling up with you with popcorn and watching scary movies. Pulling you into his lap so he can protect you makes him blush with pride, and then blush as he often gets a little turned on if you accidentally nudge him.  🔸 Not overly horny or desperate outside of a Rut, Denki still enjoys his time with you, especially on special occasions, or any occasion. Did you pass a test? He’ll cuddle and kiss you for hours. Did you fail a test? Same deal, you tried your best! 🔸 He wears slightly baggy pants, because as you found out, Tanuki’s are generously endowed, and he doesn’t want anyone but you seeing.  🔸 If you point out a cute woman or man or person  to him, Denki will happily look over and appreciate them with you. He’s not afraid to be honest about what he finds attractive, because then the two of you can adopt little style habits or ideas for roleplaying if you ever feel in the mood to do so. 

🔸 He’s thought about being a dad before, but it doesn’t get him worked out. He just hopes one day he can dote on you even more while you’re pregnant and then help you raise a little life or two together. He also likes filming videos of the two of you dancing, Mina put him up to it cause she thinks its cute. 

🔸 Some of Tanuki Denki’s favourite things; making fun dance videos, scary movies, innocent-ish pranks. 

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶: 🔸 Denki’s big, and he prides himself on it, but always takes care to be gentle at first. The eye flutters and moans you make are the perfect encouragement. You deserve this love, and he’s gonna make you feel so so good! 🔸 He loves switching whose the dom and sub, and especially loves it when he can suckle you. Something about it makes him giddy with excitement, and gets him really really turned on at the same time.  🔸 When he’s in a Rut he gets a massive spike in nervous energy, and is itching to touch you, or even just see you undressed. He doesn’t care if he has to get on his knees and beg, or if you simply strip down and watch him. He just really really wants to get the aching out of his body. 

🔸 His hands wander, definitely, even in public if he’s in a Rut. He’ll either find an excuse to disappear into the dorms or get back there just so he can spent the next few hours fucking your brains out, or getting sucked off. Either works for Denki he’s just eager to be physical with you. 

🔸 He especially likes when all the messy, wild fun is over, that you’re covered in his seed and he can then treat you to a warm bath or shower and then massage you lovingly all over. He loves getting massages as well, and says it’s the perfect way to destress and unwind to help him get through a Rut quicker. 

🔸 Denki really does seem to have a kink for finishing all over you, collar bone, chest, stomach, back...he likes it, and more often than not it’ll lead to another few rounds. He’ll have that shower ready in a flash though, don’t you worry!

There we go! If you want to see some more UA students (mostly 1A please), then let me know and I’ll write up a part two. I already have some ideas for Jirou and Yaoyorozu. Hope you enjoyed my return to Tumblr. I have a QUOTEV account too where I’m writing a Todoroki x OC fanfiction. Check out Freelance if you are into that sorta thing. 

-Till next time!

[youaintnothinbuta]

Hiii!!!

I was wondering if u could do a Elvis Presley imagine. Where you two have a fight and he says some horrible stuff to u and u leave in the car and get into a really bad car accident.

can end how u like. Sorry if this is really bad I’m new to all this!!

LOVE ur writing btw😘

elvis -  “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.”

I LOVE THIS IDEA I hope this is okay, enjoyyy!!

Summary: ^^^

Warnings: arguing, yelling, angry Elvis, car crash, hospital

MASTERLIST

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You and Elvis had been out to one of his friends house parties, but the the night drew to a close sooner than anticipated as a downpour of rain began soaking everyone and everything, pelting you with the kind of raindrops so big they almost stung. You decided it would be best for the both of you to just go home anyway, as you’d been constantly bickering and making nasty comments at the other since you arrived at the party.

“I hate that you don’t trust me, you know that? If anything, I should be the one who can’t trust you, with the girls hangin’ off you like they do!” You barked at him, having to yell extra loud to be heard over the rain, slamming the car door as he and you pulled up to the front of his Graceland home, his parents not home, being out for dinner.

“Fuck sake Y/N! You always bring it back to the girls, don’t ya? Too damn insecure, get a grip, it’s unattractive.” He argued, unlocking the front door, pushing it open so aggressively it slammed against the wall and bounced back to hit your nose, the smack stinging your cold skin as you walked inside behind him.

“Don’t speak to me like that, Elvis. I’m your girl, not your damn maid!” You scolded him as he headed to the kitchen, dripping water through the house. You followed him, grabbing a wine glass out of the cabinet, needing something to calm your mind a bit.

“I’ll talk to you however I fucking want to.” He seethed, slamming his hand down on the counter next to you, you jumped, fumbling with the glass, watching as it shattered into tiny pieces in front of you.

“Oh, god sake, Y/N.” He groaned at the mess you’d just created, tears welling in your eyes. You brought your shaking hand down from the cabinet, unfortunately not without pulling down another fragile glass with it, making you gasp. He glared at you, his eyes the deepest shade of blue, raging like the most wild ends of the ocean. You gulped, preparing yourself for the explosion of anger that was no doubt about to fall from his mouth.

“Get out of the kitchen.” His voice was quiet and soft, eerily quiet.

“Elvis, I’ll clean i—“

“Get out of my kitchen!” Yep, that was the explosion you had expected. He slowly stepped towards you, making you take one backwards. The sound of glass crunched under your heels as you accidentally walk over the fragments on the floor.

“Do you not hear me? Fucking useless. Can’t do anything right, fucking worthless, you are.” He was furious. His deep voice raged at you, you’d never seen him angry quite like this. He continued to walk towards you, yelling a blend of insults and swear words at you, backing you up towards the front door, you kept your distance, genuinely afraid he might throw a punch, which you knew he was more than capable of.

“Get out of my house!” His yell was hoarse and, well, frightening.

“Elvis, please.” You muttered, too many tears welling up in your eyes, they began to stream out and down your cheeks.

“Get out and don’t come back.” He ordered, slamming the door shut in front of you once he’d backed you out the house. You were absolutely shattered, heart feeling like he’d taken it out your body and stomped on it. As hurt as you were, and as tempting as it was to get on your knees and cry until he let you back in, you were angry with him too. You stood up, marching yourself over to your car and hopping in.

“Asshole, talking to me like that, what nerve.” You muttered, starting the car, driving off as fast as you could. You probably would’ve burnt rubber if everything wasn’t rain-soaked. You didn’t really have a destination in mind, apart from far away from him.

Is that it? Are we over? It can’t be. Maybe it should be? I hate him, but I love him. I hate that I love him. Maybe I should go back, that wasn’t like him.

These thoughts tumbled through your mind like it was on spin cycle, your consciousness drifting further and further away from the road as you fell deeper and deeper in thought. And with the rain dulling your hearing and weakening your eyesight, you couldn’t see the truck that pulled out, driving across the road perpendicular to you. You tried to stop, the truck driver tried to stop, but it was too late. You spun the wheel, your car spinning in front of him as the truck ploughed at you. That was the last thing you remember, was the spinning of the car and a piercing ringing in your ear, the feeling of blood rushing down the back of your head before blacking out.

Meanwhile, Gladys and Vernon had just arrived home from their dinner date, to Elvis sitting in the living room by himself, staring intently at nothing.

“Hi, sweetheart! Where’s Y/N?” Gladys asked him.

“Not here. ‘M going to bed.” He mumbled, standing up and trudging his way upstairs.

“Oh, where is she?” She inquired, earning no reply. Elvis got himself into bed, tossing and turning, couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for kicking you out in the rain, but he eventually was able to nod off. In the early hours of the morning, around 3 o’clock, the telephone by the bed startled him awake. He rolled over, groaning, picking up his pillow and shoving it over his ears to try and block out the sound, letting it ring out. The ringing stopped, until it started again, he groaned once again, reaching an arm out to answer.

“Hm?”

“Is this Elvis Presley?” The man on the other end of the line asked.

“Mm.” He hummed.

“My name is Doctor Vincent Langdon. I’m an emergency surgeon at Baptist Memorial Hospital. I’m calling as you are listed as Y/N Y/L/N’s emergency contact.”

That ought to wake him up.

“Surgeon? Y/N? What?”

“The young lady was involved in a car accident, Mr Presley, are you able to come down to the hospital, promptly? We need to collect some information for her medical assessment and the police report, as she is not currently conscious.

“Of course, I’ll be right there.” He shot up, panicking as he scrambled to get dressed and go wake his parents up.

“Mama, mama, it’s all my fault. Wake up, mama, we need to go to the hospital.” He whimpered as shook his mothers shoulder.

“Sweetheart, Elvis, what’s going on?”

“Y/N got into a car accident, she’s at the hospital and it’s all my fault, it’s my fault she’s hurt.” Tears began to fall down his cheeks.

“Elvis, what? What happened?”

“Mama, I need you to just get dressed and wake daddy up, I’ll can’t wait any longer I gotta go, please come to the hospital, I’ll explain later, please.” He begged his mom before running downstairs, picking up his keys out the bowl they were all kept in by the front door, hopping into one of his cars. The drive to the hospital was quick, no traffic on the roads at this hour to slow him down. Once he’d gotten inside and explained to the desk who he was and who he was there to see, he took a seat in the waiting room, his knee bouncing up and down, full of nervous energy.

Soon, the doctor who has rung him earlier came to talk to him, explaining what he had been told by the police about how the crash occurred, before getting all your details from him, as you were yet to wake up.

“Can I see her?” Elvis asked.

“If you want to, you can, but she’s only stable, Mr Presley, not awake, it can be pretty jolting.”

“No I-I want to.” He stuttered, the doctor nodded in agreement, showing him to your room. He stood by your body, trembling with guilt as he pulled a chair up beside you.

“They say unconscious people can still sense what’s going on around them. If that’s true- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I never should have gotten so angry at you, I never should have kicked you out, this is all my damn fault.” His voice quivered as his eyes burnt with hot tears, his hand curled over yours, he shuddered slightly at the temperature of your skin. It wasn’t dead cold, but cooler than the burning hot he was used to you being.

“Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me. Not now, not ever. God, I know you hear me. Don’t fucking do this to me. I need her. I need her, please, keep her with me.” He pulled his hand away from you, bringing it to his face along with his other hand as he sobbed into his palms.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so damn much. I will regret this for the rest of my life, I’ll never be able to cope if you don’t make it, you have to come back to me. I love you.” His sad spiel was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was the doctor, who informed him that his parents were there. He left you, going to greet them. He sat with his parents outside your room, explaining to them what happened, how guilty he felt, with his mama holding his hand the whole time. The three of them sat for hours until the sun had risen, saying prayers throughout the night for you. When the clock had struck a reasonable hour, Elvis called your parents who lived in another state. Around lunch time that day, his parents went back to Graceland, but he insisted he would not leave the hospital until he could leave with you.

Hours upon hours later, after falling asleep multiple times outside the room you were in, a nurse came to check on you, rushing out, and then back in with a few doctors. You’d been technically conscious for a few hours now, but no one said anything to him because they wanted you to rest, but when the nurse walked in, she found you awake and able to have a conversation with her. The commotion startled Elvis, waking him up. 

“W-what’s goin’ on, honey, is she okay?” he asked, pulling the nurse aside to ask.

“Yes, Mr Presley, she is awake. Would you like to speak to her?” She asked.

Immediately, he rushed in, knelt by your beside and held your hand, thanking the lord you were okay. After repeating his apology a thousand times, you smiled.

“Elvis, you didn’t cause it, okay? And especially after the way you spoke to me the other day, I think I’m long overdue for a hug.” 

He nodded, pulling you into the tightest, yet most gentle hug he could. “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me, ever, okay?” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t tell me to, then.” You joked, but deep down Elvis still felt awful, indescribably guilty. He spent the next 24 hours with you, telling you how much he loves you over and over again in every way he could possibly think of, until you were able to be discharged and go home with him to Graceland. 

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A/N: I didn’t really know how to finish it off but I think it’s kinda cute!! thank you for the request I appreciate it <3<3<3<3<3<3

[yakuzacanons]

Ahhh that "s/o cheats on the characters" was sad but damn so accurate. You do an amazing job of writing the boys! <3

Wanna turn the sadness up a notch? >:] How would they react to s/o's death? (Or, if you're not comfortable with writing about death, maybe how they would react to s/o getting seriously injured.)

I live for the angst!!

Angst hours fr fr, I'm gonna spin it as reacting to an s/o being seriously injured as I wouldn't wanna put the boys through any more deaths than they already deal with. Headcanons below da cut and thanks again for waiting!

Kazuma Kiryu

He's doing his best not to just flip a table over, honestly. Kiryu tries really hard to not fit that yakuza stereotype of unleashing physical anger when he's upset, but he is REALLY upset by the news.

Once the initial reaction of anger cools, Kiryu just feels lost. There are few things he values more than his loved ones and even if you're safe in a hospital and in stable condition, he won't stop worrying about you.

Blames himself for not being there for you. Will sit silently in a chair in your hospital room, head in his hands, just kicking himself. When you wake up, he honestly might cry.

Majima Goro

Immediately starts freaking out. What happened? Who was involved? Whose ass does he need to kick? He'll immediately drop everything and be on his way to wherever you are, probably with all of the Majima Family in tow just in case a fight breaks out.

If police or hospital staff get involved before he does, he will demand answers to his questions. He won't rest until he finds out exactly what went down. He seems irrational during all of this but in actuality he's trying to rationalize everything in his head. He's wondering if something could've been done to prevent this.

Paces outside your hospital door like a watchdog. When you wake up, he'll practically leap to your side, taking your hands into his gloved hands, happily crying out about how glad he is to see you.

Saejima Taiga

The most level headed boy, honestly. When he hears the news, he will be on his way to you immediately, silent and focused. He has his own questions he wants answered but his priority is to make sure you're safe and in a place where you can recover.

Brings you meals in the hospital and even feeds you if your injuries are that serious. Helps you bathe and brings you fresh clothes from home. Always wait until you fall asleep before he does.

It's only when you're healthy enough to start caring for yourself more that he starts investigating what happened and starts to look for answers. He thinks it would be too risky to do so while you're in recovery, as he fears something bad will happen again if he leaves your side to selfishly pursue his own questions.

Akiyama Shun

He's just in shock. Unlike most of the boys, Akiyama is just a civilian so he honestly didn't think much of anything bad would happen to either of you. If he's at work when he gets the news, he'll tell Hana to hold down the office and take care of business while he throws his coat on and rushes out the door.

Very respectful to hospital staff. He knows freaking out won't help anyone, although he is still freaking out internally. Likely won't be able to sleep or eat much the first night after hearing the news.

Will absolutely bring you flowers. Perhaps TOO many flowers. He just wants you to wake up feeling safe and loved. Will also have Hana order you any food you desire for delivery.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He's furious he wasn't able to protect you. His police coworkers will honestly have to hold him back from rushing the scene. They know if he saw the condition you were in, he would just burst into tears. Secretly, he knows that too, but he also wants nothing more than to be by your side as soon as he can.

If your injuries were in any way not accidental, you can bet that Tanimura will pull any strings he can at work to make sure he can get to the bottom of whatever happened. Won't rest until he knows you are definitely and entirely safe from harm.

Will totally bring his own blanket, pillow, and toothbrush to the hospital. He's very much like "I'm staying right here!" in your room. Very much your own personal bodyguard during your hospital stay.

Ryuji Goda

Immediately in his private car and on his way to the hospital. Very organized and has some men out looking for answers and a couple of men guarding your room, just in case. Will spend the most to make sure you get the very best treatment.

Chances are, Ryuji's thinking someone did this to get to him and if that ends up being true, revenge is definitely on his mind. However, he will wait to act on it until he knows the full details of what happens and until he knows you're in stable condition.

Brings you lots of soups and teas. Totally believes that warm drinks and warm meals will heal you just as well as modern medicine will. Type of guy to tell you stories until you fall asleep.

Nishikiyama Akira

He is a total and complete mess. A wreck, really. He's not taking the news well at all and is not even trying to hide it at this point. After what he went through with his sister, he can't even begin to fathom the possibility of going through the same thing again with you.

Frantic as hell and honestly is just having a full blown anxiety attack until he knows you're in the clear and will recover. Will absolutely burst into tears when he gets this news and is so happy to know he won't lose you.

Also will cry when he first sees you wake up and might hug you a bit too tight, but it's just because he's genuinely so glad that you're okay. He's also the least likely of the boys to care about revenge or getting answers right away, he just wants you to be safe.

Mine Yoshitaka

He's freaking out about the same amount as Nishiki except he is trying VERY hard to keep it internal. His logical nature means he's going to try to rationalize the panic he's feeling. However, he will absolutely air out his feelings on his punching bag at home.

The most patient boy. If you're in surgery for hours on end, he'll wait in the waiting room without moving. If you're asleep in your hospital room, he's right there with you, nodding off in a chair. Refuses to leave your side.

Puts all of his work on hold until he knows you're awake and safely recovering. His secretary will try to gently push him to call people back only for him to just turn his phone off. Work can wait.

Daigo Dojima

Blames himself more than anything. He's always felt in his gut that his lifestyle and work would one day gets his loved ones hurt. He can only hope this was an accident and that you didn't get put in harm's way simply by being with him. He ultimately feels selfish and like he wasn't good enough to protect you.

If your injuries were intentionally caused by someone looking to harm Daigo, he has the whole Tojo Clan on the case. Meanwhile, he'll personally see to it that you get the best care, the best room in the hospital, the works.

Once you're well enough to go home, he's practically your maid. Will do anything for you and get you anything you need. For a while, he probably will refuse to let you go anywhere without him because he fears something bad will happen if he's gone.

Tatsuo Shinada

A blubbering mess. He's just some writer who used to be a baseball player, why the hell would anything like THIS ever happen to someone like him? He has no idea what to do except sit in the hospital room and wait nervously, probably bouncing his leg or biting his nails.

Bursts into tears the first time he sees how bad your injuries on. It isn't that he finds you disgusting or anything like that, he's just so heartbroken to see you in so much pain. He honestly won't be able to speak for the first few hours once the news breaks.

Type of guy to hold your hand while you're laying in your hospital bed. Will totally fall asleep sitting in a chair with his hand still in yours, his head resting against the edge of your bed. Brings his laptop on his hospital visits so he can work while in the room with you so he can pay your hospital bills as best as he can.

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Baby and the Bees: A Quiet Room pt. 2

Yin: (hyperventilating while stuffing clothes, dust, and her weapon in a travel bag)

Yang: And where do you think you're going?

Yin: (jumps and turns to her bedroom door) D-Dagon... I-I...

Yang: (walks into the room and starts unpacking the bag)

Yin: ....Are you mad?

Yang: About Tian? Furious. I want to go find the Grimm that did that to her and rip them to shreds.

Yin: (winces and her ears fold back)

Yang: At you? Not yet. I'd rather not have another Faunus decide to run away from her problems again, so let's talk things out before you choose to run off to another continent. (sits on the bed and pats the mattress) Come on.

Yin: (bites her lip in shame and starts crying as she sits next to Yang. She plasters her face into Yang's shoulder) It's my fault. It's all my fault! Keir's right! If it weren't for me, Tian wouldn't be in the hospital!

Yang: (brushes her fingers through Yin's hair) Shhhh... Take a deep breath, Little Moonglow. Start from the beginning.

Yin: (takes a breath) I lost control of my semblance... We found a nest of Grimm in the Emerald Forest by Mountain Glenn... and I panicked. Everyone got separated and I panicked! My semblance kicked in, and I attacked Tian!

Yin: I didn't know it was her! I swear! I didn't know! (starts pulling at her ears) Grimm didn't do that to Ti-Ti! I did! I carved my own sister up like a damn turkey all because I can't control my semblance! And Grimm took her leg because she was too weak after throwing me into submission to fight back!

Yang: (gently, yet firmly, pulls Yin's hands away from her ears and places them on her chest)

Yin: (starts pounding her fists against Yang's chest) Why didn't she Roar at me like she always does?! Why?! At least then she could have fought the horde! Then I'd be in that hospital bed instead of her!

Yang: (holds Yin tight) Here's something you need to know about big sisters, Yin. They would rather die than see anything bad happen to their littles. Just like parents. If she had Roared at you, you wouldn't be able to fight. The same with everyone else in the area. More people would have been hurt.

Yin: (sobs into a wail)

Yang: Shhhh... (nuzzles between Yin's ears) I know you think running away is going to make things better, but - and trust me on this- it won't. Tian is going to wake up and see the person she sacrificed so much for is gone, and it will ruin her. (looks at her prosthetic) I know. I've been there.

Yin: What if she can't graduate now? What if she doesn't forgive me?

Yang: She will.

Yin: But Keir-

Yang: Will get over it. He's hurt right now, just like you. It'll take some time, but things will get better. (scroll beeps and she checks it) Jaune just arrived at the hospital. He's going to help replenish Tian's aura, so she should wake up soon.

Yin: (sniffs back her tears) Can....Can you bring me back?

Yang: Absolutely, my Little Moonglow. (kisses Yin's forehead) Absolutely.

[kasperbunny]

shane/me angst !! possessive, jealous shane angst!!! (it has a happy ending <3) danse is there too i guess being a background character lol

Shane was furious.

Perhaps that was putting it lightly, as furious didn’t even equal an ounce of what he was feeling as he stood in the doorway.

He had caught the two of them, on the couch, their bodies pressed up against each other as their lips locked together. Shane felt sick at the sight of Danse’s hands on his spouse's hips, pulling them in close against him. Like it was so casual, so normal. Like the person sitting in his lap was his, and not Shane’s.

This wasn't the first time he'd caught them. He wished so terribly that they'd get a hotel room or something. Or do their business in the bedroom with the door locked tight. His fury renewed at the thought of them doing anything in the bed he shared with his spouse, but at least he wouldn't have to see it.

He slammed the door behind him, forgetting about whatever it was he had ventured into the living room for. His stomach was coiled too tight in anxiety to even care about that anymore. He stood there in the hallway, his hands curling up into fists at his sides as they began to shake. His thoughts were swirling so madly in his head that he didn’t even hear the door reopen behind him.

“Shane?”

His partner’s soft voice spoke up. The sound of them usually calmed him, brought him some peace, but this time it only served to make him more mad.

“What?” he snapped as he turned to face them, no longer being able to contain his anger as it spilled over. His jaw clenched, and he thought he might chip a tooth with the force.

“What’s wrong with you?” they didn’t flinch at his tone, but they couldn’t hide a sour look on their face, “What are you slamming the door for?”

“Nothing!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in an exasperated gesture, laughing meanly in his frazzled state, “Absolutely fucking nothing, babe, like always!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” their own irritation was starting to grow, but they tried to be patient, “Is this about Danse?”

The mention of the other man’s name only made a new white hot burst of anger shoot through Shane’s body. He swore he was going to have an aneurism or something.

“Nope! It’s definitely not about the man who decided to move into our apartment and constantly has his hands on my spouse when I’m home,” Shane’s voice rose in tone now as his blood boiled, “He can’t even wait until I’m at work to feel you up, can he?”

“Shh! He’s going to hear y–”

“I don’t fucking care if he hears me! I have to deal with hearing him all the damn time, and I never get to complain!”

“Shane…” they tried to approach him, to touch his arm, his shoulder, anything, but he only brushed them off, “What is wrong? We discussed this, you said you were okay with me bringing him here!”

“Well I guess I’m not,” Shane folded his arms against his chest as he scowled, trying so desperately to stop shaking, “I just wanted you to be happy, and apparently I wasn’t doing that for you, so how was I supposed to say no?”

They attempted to steady their own anger before speaking again, pinching the bridge of their nose and closing their eyes as they took a deep breath.

“When did I ever say you weren’t making me happy? We’re married, Shane.”

“It’s kind of obvious when you ask about bringing another man into our house. How am I supposed to take that?” Shane felt angry tears threatening to fall. His eyes stung. “I just want you to be happy. If that means sharing you, fine, but it fucking hurts.”

His voice shook on that last sentence, cracking slightly as he looked away from his partner. Hot tears finally spilled from his tired, emerald eyes, no longer able to be contained in his heartbroken state.

They took in his words, looking at him sadly as a twinge of guilt twisted up in their stomach. They had no idea they were making him feel this way.

“Baby…come here,” they cooed, ushering him in close against them. He didn’t resist this time, allowing his partner to wrap their arms around him and hug him close to them. He sobbed quietly into the crook of their neck.

“I want you to love me,” he whimpered, his voice sounding so quiet and desperate, as if he was begging, “I just want to be enough for you. I want you to be mine.”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” they whispered, gently stroking their fingers through his dark hair, “I do love you, baby. I love him too, of course, I’m not going to lie to you, but…you’re my husband, Shane,” they tightened their grip on him, squeezing him snug against their own body, “You are my soulmate, and nothing is going to change that. You are my everything. You do make me happy, happier than anyone has ever made me…”

They shushed him again as his sobs picked up, their words apparently overwhelming him as he shook against them. His hands gripped at their back, his fingers balling up the fabric of their shirt as if they would disappear if he let go.

“It’s okay, I promise. I am yours, I will always be yours, babylove,” they pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and he whined pathetically, “I’m not with him because I don’t love you. My heart belongs to you. Always. Look at me.”

They cradled his face in their hands, wiping away his tears with their thumbs and tucking away a few loose strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Shane sighed shakily, and he looked so handsome, even like this. Perhaps even especially like this, so vulnerable and sensitive, opening himself up to them like he had done so many times before. They hoped they could always be here for him when he cried.

“Hey,” they smiled gently, looking at him so lovingly as they held his face, “Do you need some more attention lately? Would you like that?”

Shane felt very small and pitiful as he stood there, but safe in his vulnerability as his spouse held him. He knew he could always let his guard down around them, and he appreciated that more than he could ever put into words. They always felt like home to him.

“Yeah…” he sniffled as he nodded weakly, his gloomy eyes meeting their warm gaze, “I love you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I understand,” they pulled him back into an embrace, allowing him to melt into their warmth, “I love you. I want you to always tell me if you’re having trouble, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbled against them, nuzzling into their neck before pressing a soft kiss to their exposed skin. He so desperately needed to stay in their arms forever, so nothing could hurt him ever again.

They made a small noise at the touch to their neck, moving their hands so that they were cradling his face again. They didn’t hesitate as they pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, deep and loving and slow as they cherished the feeling of him. He tasted salty from his tears, but they didn’t mind at all, simply drinking all of him in and making their love known.

The two of them broke apart after a few moments, pressing their foreheads together as they smiled at each other. Shane seemed calmer now, for the moment.

“Do you want to go get dinner?” they asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Shane chuckled softly as he looked at his lover. They were so beautiful. “I’d love that, babe.”

[weebsinstash]

U HAVE BEEN HOLDIN OUT ON VOX AND VAL FICS SINCE 2021???????!!????!?? 😭😭

Vox and Val concepts, but lmao yeah 🤣 although if you want me to be blunt anything with Vox in it was saved real short. the tricky thing is like, for one I actually haven't done any "research" on Vox like for Val so I don't have a good grip on his personality besides "cocky smug little shit who has a soft spot for his friends/shark and is kind of a dweeb who wears like Hawaiian shirts and a baseball cap on dates with his boyfriend"

Tbh there's a LOT of drafts for Val but not much for Vox, however there is that one idea I actually drew fanart for and posted about where "Reader meets Val and Vox by chance in a club, they develop a rapport, keep bumping into each other in public, the duo eventually finds out you're dating Alastor (and not entirely happy about it) and steals you away".

Tbh I really like the idea of Reader hanging out with Val and Vox like a dozen times and you idly mention your boyfriend now and then and they're on the downlow about being jealous as fuck and wanting to know who the bastard is.

"Oh yeah sorry I missed you guys the other night, I had a date with my boyfriend, he wanted to go to the theater"

"Ugh, gosh I'd drink if I could but my boyfriend is mad I keep coming home hung over"

"Ha, yeah, my boyfriend hates this stuff, I can't bring this back home if I wanted to"

Eventually one night the two Overlords bump into you after youve been lowkey ghosting them and you seem really quiet and stressed out and drinking a lot and say Vox says something like "what, your shit boyfriend want you home early again tonight?"

"Fiance"

"...What?"

"Fiance. He wants to get married, um, as soon as possible"

Vox and Valentino just gritting their teeth as you start listing some of the more personal details you never let loose before. You don't have a TV at home or any electronic devices besides your phone because 'he absolutely hates technology and has some weird hatred of monitors'. He doesn't like you drinking to get drunk and he bans anything more "recreational" than liquor which is why you're always bumming/buying weed off of Vox.

And I imagine at some point in the conversation you finally slip up. "I mean I know all relationships have difficulties but Alastor just-"

"The fuck you mean, 'Alastor'? The RADIO DEMON 'Alastor'? You're dating HIM?" And its obvious you were keeping it a secret because you wanted your new friends to like you and you're tearing up the second they're showing any signs of anger (even though it's at Al, not you) and I imagine they say some bullshit like "well hey if he won't let you party anymore, let's make tonight one big celebration, just one last time" segue into them pushing drinks and drugs at you until you either pass out or get roofied and, boom youre waking up in a room you dont recognize. Like, I imagine waking up in their bed, your eyes pop open and you turn and see one of them and jerk back, not realizing you're between both of them so you basically bump into the other, and the one you bump into is very loud and obnoxious, "what the fuck Val, what's your fucking--" and then both of them are waking up and you're checking your phone and you have countless missed calls and texts from Alastor and he HATES using anything other than a rotary phone so you KNOW he's furious

for some reason you have all these phone notifications for Voxtagram/Sinstagram/whatever they've named it now and you open it and. Oh no what did they do. Both Vox and Val had posted pictures online, ones of them and YOU, different kinds of photos. You three throwing drinks back, you and Vox shoulder to shoulder on your phones, you looking absolutely flustered beyond belief as Valentino seems to be saying something to you with the biggest most flirtatious smirk on his face, with some of the last photos including, oh god, both of them had uploaded different versions of making it EXTREMELY obvious they took you home for some fun. I can see Valentino blatantly fucking uploading a picture of like, he's got Vox on one side, you on the other, both of you passed out and here's Val "best way to end a night is to fuck the hos to sleep 🍆💦😴 #bejealous #pimplife #allnightfuckmarathon" and properly just straight up tags your profile too.

You're just frantic, "OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU DO AL'S GOING TO KILL ME" and rushing to put your clothes back on and both of them are either like "you're going back to him????" And are angry, OR, act suspiciously unfazed, almost as if they know for an absolute fact that you won't be able to go anywhere...