#and you’re like aw man. I got fucking kitten trapped

[an1malcannibal]

Rewriting pinestars choice where he decides you know WHAT I’m taking my wife and children with me. Leopardfoot gets the cushy life she deserves, and mistkit and nightkit live because they get proper medical attention at a young age, and tigerstar becomes a kittypet that may or may not still turn evil. I just think that pinestar not taking his family w him is a plot hole I feel like he would have taken them considering he knew the stars had cursed tiger to damnation. Leopardfoots age is very unfortunate I’m going to chock most of that up to bad writing and the warriors teams blatant insidious misogyny instead of pinestar being a predator. Leopardfoot is still a very young warrior but she’s a warrior before she catches pinestars eye. The babies are born and they are small and weak and sick, pinestar has no idea what to do. Doestar visits him and insists he kill his son. He sees goosefeather watching his kits in the medicine den with hatred. He cannot live here anymore. So he bursts in a tells his wife to take the kits and come with him, they’re going somewhere. They arrive to twolegplace and Leopardfoot is like “YO hey what the fuck why the fuck are we here” and pinestar is like haven’t you seen??? Haven’t you noticed the hatred???? The violence??? They are so sick. The stars we’ve followed our entire lives want me to murder our child we must escape to safety. Leopardfoot is like Oh shit. Okay then. And jake shuttles them to safety. As Leopardfoot is taken in with the kittens, this is where pinestar goes back to make an announcement to his clan that he’s leaving and he’s already taken the wife and kids so BYYYYYYEEEE. Kittypet lavish living forever after the end.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Hills: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: A bathtub + weed + a rough mission = a very inconvenienced Satoru. 

wc: 975

tw: drug use, smut, and annoying Geto’s flatmate

It made sense that the two of you were fucking, and quite often at that. You spent so much time together on missions, in class, unwinding with everyone else at bars and clubs. After Satoru’s technique enhanced tremendously, you became his partner, and there was very little that remained unexplored or not experienced between the two of you.

So, when Suguru approached you in the back of the night club and asked you to meet him “in the bathroom in ten minutes”, there had been no hesitation. You figure that when his hands met your hips and slid you against him that night, all hope was lost for any professionalism from then on out. Not to mention that you were absolutely helpless to fight against his advances anyways. Everyone wanted to have a piece of that man, but you just so happened to be able to acquire him without even trying.

“I’m so fucking high…” you murmur, dragging your lips across Geto’s while the water in the tub sloshes around. 

“Yeah, kitten?” he replies, knotting his fingers through your hair. Your fingers are locked in an identical position, but you’re on your knees between his massive thighs in the warm, bubbly water. Your body feels limitless, and instinct drives your figure over Suguru’s body lithely, but the movements are slow, brain lagging significantly. “Same.” 

Suguru is in a similar position as his hands drift below your ass, taking their time running over the wet skin you’re trapped in. It had been an incredibly rough day of trapezing around the city and hunting curses with varying degrees of difficulty, but the relief the weed brought was more than enough to suffer a little while for. You - being the smaller of the two - got higher faster; little lungs inhaling the smoke eagerly while the chillhop music played on in the background. It took Suguru a while, but when he crooked his finger and muttered “come here”, you knew he felt nice and relaxed. 

How the bathtub came into the picture, you can’t remember. But feeling the expanse of Suguru’s chest as you slide over his cock once, twice, three times until he grabs the base of it is like heaven, and there’s nothing keeping either of you from exploring more of the forbidden dynamic shared. 

“Y/n,” Geto rumbles while his cock sinks into your warm, slick cunt; afterward, grabbing your face to expose the delicate skin of your neck. “Take your time…” He sucks a few hickies down to your collarbone, tongue trailing down to your breast while you lower your hips slowly and grind against him before you lift back up. Moans escape your parted lips without any hesitation or second thoughts… No, you were too full of smoke to even hold room for them now. 

“You like that, don’t you?” Suguru whispers, watching you in awe as you pick up your pace and ride him willingly. You nod as the water makes slapping sounds, the light splashing a minor inconvenience compared to the ecstasy you both feel. Su’s fingers grip the edge of the clawfoot tub, holding his hips still enough so that you could use him for your pleasure alone. Yes, of course he reaped some pleasure from this position, but nothing made him harder than when you got off before he did. He’s determined to be the only reason you cum tonight - you wouldn’t use your fingers or any other device - just him. His fingers go from your back to your breasts, rolling both nipples between his forefinger and thumb carefully.

“Mmm, Su,” you whimper, your head rolling back aimlessly as you fuck him. “You feel so damn good.” He hums at this observation, eyeing you carefully as you slam back down onto him, taking his whole length this time. Both of you hiss; him at feeling all of you against his throbbing cock, and you at feeling the tip scrape your cervix. It’s a good kind of pain, though, and you willingly submit yourself to it again and again. Geto does his part and guides you when you feel tired and can’t find your muscles, sliding down a little in the tub to anchor himself and then thrusting into you wildly. 

“Oh, fuck, y/n. Your pussy is so perfect...” The water is sloshing out of the tub now, soaking the bathmat and the wood flooring, but neither of you care about the mess right now. The only mess you want to pay attention to is the one you’re about to be as you unravel from the seams of your humanity and devolve into a shaking, sputtering version of yourself while you cum feverishly.

“I…I‘m cumming…” You moan, tilting your head back even further. Suguru grunts as your walls spasm around his length, and before long, he can’t maintain a hold on his own orgasm. The feeling rips through him as if he were being opened up to the universe, and he gasps, thrusting deep and cumming hard. He makes a note to himself that he really needs to stop fucking you when he’s as high as a kite; the sex was mind-blowing, but it never lasted long. When you stop shaking and he stops moaning, you’re both spent, laying across each other in the lukewarm bath as the water settles down around you. 

Just before you two can drift any closer to dreamland, someone pounds on the bathroom door fervently. 

“Hey, can y’all quit fucking in the tub and come out? You’re really loud,” Satoru gripes from the other side, and you look at Geto, raising a brow. 

“Think you can go for one more round?” you wonder, and Geto smiles. 

“Always; if it means I can get on his nerves,” he replies, capturing your mouth in a kiss as he repositions himself to sink into you one more time.

[morgana-ren]

👉👈 Spare thoughts on like Crystal Lake/Friday the 13thesque camp counselor au with the Lov or mainly Shigaraki. I was thinking about watching Fear street and suddenly this was all I could think about

So I wrote this bit and yes, I’m painfully aware it’s not plot-perfect or polished but I LOVE the concept and wanted to put something out for it to show my appreciation that you shared it with me. Warning: it’s very nasty and I took a lot of liberties here. I hope that’s okay. Tomura is the gross incel-y killer. It wasn’t QUITE Friday 13th style, more “creepy counselor gone mad” because when I started writing it, I was a bit out of it.

I hope it’s okay!

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A slippery hand clutches yours- stark red and slicked with sweat and blood, trembling bones and quivering fingers- clinging to yours as if you alone could keep her anchored to her quickly fading lifeforce. She’s been stabbed repeatedly, but it’s the wound on her chest that pulses most noticeably with her breath; A font bubbling from the cleave a few inches beneath her collar bone, a scarlet brook staining down the front of her pastel camp uniform.

Her mouth open in a strangled, wordless cry: A petrified 'o' shape that seems terribly uncanny alongside her sallow cheeks, fear and pain reflected in her wide and panicked eyes as her grip on consciousness rapidly fades. Crimson stains her slippery ivory teeth, gurgling on her own bile as she struggles to make out a fragmented sentence between her presumably collapsing lungs and the blood pooling in her throat.

Her face, the perfect mask of fear covered in dirt and her own fluids, begins twitching, blinking tears through the muck that cakes her cheeks. The hand not wrapped around yours in an iron grip curls into a point -shaky and pale and borderline indiscernible- and it takes you a brief moment for you to realize she’s pointing directly behind you. It’s only then that you rip yourself from your traumatized stupor and hear the footsteps approaching from the cabin door.

You’re ready and willing to defend yourself if need be, shooting to your feet with lips pulled in a snarl, but you’re not greeted with the sight of a terrifying killer brandishing a knife: You’re met instead by the familiar face of your fellow camp counselor and long time friend.

“Tomura!”

You can’t help it. You throw your arms around his scrawny neck, almost knocking him over in your relief as you bury your head into the swell of his black hoodie. He’s a welcome sight- been close to you ever since you started attending even though he’s years older than you are, and he’s always made you feel better- safer somehow.

You’ve never been more happy to see him than you are now, thanking whatever God is looking out for you that he’s alive and that he found you. You squeeze him with every ounce of strength your little body can muster as he wraps his own gangly limbs around you and cages you to his chest in turn- almost too tightly.

“I looked for you! I couldn’t-“ Breath escapes you, tearing up in his embrace. “I couldn’t find you! I thought he’d gotten you too! I was so scared-”

He gives a firm shake of his head, shaggy silver hair ruffling over his shoulders. He reeks, as always, of slight mildew and something vaguely earthy- like ash or cinder, even as he hasn’t ever been allowed on fire duty. “No. He can’t be far behind though. We need to go.” 

“Okay!” You nod, wiggling free of his reluctant arms and dropping to your knees again by your wounded friend. “Just help me with Maureen- she’s really hurt- We need to get her to a hospital and fast-” “Leave her.” His knobby fingers encircle the rounds of your forearm, jerking you back to your feet at his side again with a bruising yank. ”We don’t have time- she’ll only slow us down.”  “How can you say that? We can’t just leave her here! She’s bleeding out- We can save her, we just have to-” 

A quick peek back at her and you realize she looks- if possible- more terrified than she did only moments ago in the face of death. She’s shaking like a leaf- Her wide, milky eyes focused in on Tomura as she attempts another gasped word.  “Look- Just look at her. She’s done for. Let’s go- I can keep you safe, I can-.”  “You don’t know that- You don’t know that- Please Tomura, we don’t have time to argue, just help me!” 

“I do know that,” He insists, trying again to tug you towards the door. “She’s in shock, and the blood loss is too much for them to be able to save her even if we could drag her out of here. It was obviously intentional. I can protect you but we need to leave now-” 

Your eyes flick back to Maureen and the pooling beneath her prone body that seems to grow larger by the second. Her mouth trembles, choking on the words that are trapped in her flooded throat. 

You shake him off once more and lean down to her as Tomura groans in what seems like, if you didn’t know better, annoyance. You ignore him, trying to coax her into your arms carefully, but she only quivers in your grasp, still trying to hiccup out something between her pained gasps and slipping mortal coil. 

“C’mon Maureen- You can make it, I know you can!” But she remains limply, dead weight on the cabin floor, more fearful of something directly in front of her than the inevitable death that awaits. You lean forward once more to try and get a grip beneath her arms to hoist her upward, but she holds firm, puffing a final wheeze in your ear that takes a moment to process.  “Him.”

Blood bubbles up through her throat following the words and she spits it up over her blouse, eyes going blank and body falling into limpness. The wounds across her body still ooze a steady stream of blood but the last of her spirit seems to still, light fading from her eyes in one final moment.

“Tomura, help-” Panic threads through your voice, still trying to drag her forward.

But he doesn’t move to help you. He only stares blank faced and cold as Maureen seizes in her death rattles; Her pallid fingers still coiled in an accusatory gesture at her side. 

“Please-”

“I told you, she’s dead.” He pulls you away by the collar like a kitten, knocking your center of balance clean from the sheer force of the grab as he coaxes you once again into his arms. “Can we go now? We need to go, need to get away from here-”

Something catches your attention, something solid in his hoodie’s kangaroo pouch that pricks you slightly as you fall into his chest. A slight sting on your arm as it collides with his torso. 

”Ow!” You pull away once again, his body stiffening as you inspect a fresh little cut on your arm where something sharp pricked at your flesh. “Tomura, what the hell is in your pocket? That hurt-”  ”Nothing! Quit wasting time- Come on! We need to leave.” 

“It cut me...” You pluck at the skin once more, hissing in slight pain as the small laceration pulls apart under your attentions. “Do you have a knife in your pocket?”  “What? No- well, yeah. I picked it up in the kitchens when I was trying to find you. I thought I could defend myself with it if he caught up to us-” 

You turn and narrow your eyes at him, shaking your head. “We don’t have knives that sharp. We have butter knives. It’s not safe for the kids, and after you got caught last time-”  “We have one, remember? The one we keep in the drawer for the barbeques.” “I looked! When the girls cabin scattered after the attack, I went and looked and it was gone!” “I must’ve grabbed it before you got there. Is this really important right now? We need to go! Stop being difficult!-”  “How is that possible? The boys cabin didn’t know anything was going on until we fled there when he attacked Stacy and Becky. You didn’t even know what was happening until- You- You weren’t even there-” 

“Well I have it, alright?” He interrupts you, face contorting into a sneer. “Shouldn’t you be happy? It means you’re not fucking defenseless if he shows up again.” “How-”

“Don’t worry about it!” He grabs your arm again, bruising grip deceptively strong for such a lithe man, crushing the bones in your wrist with his fingers. “Come on- Lets go! We can finally leave here together- You’ll be safe with me-”

Him

It could be the ferocious expression, or his demands that are cloaked in the facade of a benevolent request. Maybe his story that doesn’t add up or perhaps you’ve simply known all along somewhere deep down. Either way, It hits you in one terrible moment- one world shattering instant where everything suddenly clicks into place.

Tomura- quiet, eerie Tomura with the sharp mind and the eyes sharper still. Tomura with boundary issues who always found a reason to touch things he wasn’t supposed to. Tomura who only ever had a soft spot for you because you were kind to him when everyone else kept a mile berth. 

Tomura, who’s only friend to speak of is you.

‘He’s so obsessed with you! It’s fuckin’ creepy! You should get a restraining order before he, like, snaps and corners you and makes you suck his dick or something. He’s not even supposed to hang around with the younger group but he’s always following you around like a lovesick puppy.’

‘What? No he’s not! That’s a horrible thing to say! He’s a nice guy, you guys are just awful. You don’t even give him a chance-’

‘He’s always staring at you like he wants to eat you! I bet he’s the one stealing your stuff. I’ll bet he has one of those weirdo shrines to you in his cabin and jerks it over your picture like ‘Oh, oh yeah, ride me harder, oh fuck me faster- Oh!-’

‘You’re disgusting! He’s just nice to me because I’m nice to him! Everyone else is such an asshole to him- Including you! God, you guys are so fuckin’ mean for no reason! Just because he’s a little different-’

‘He gives me the creeps. He’s been like that since we were kids. Remember when he was a teenager but still only ever hung around you? He couldn’t even make friends his own age! Even the other councilors are wigged by him. The only one who even talks to him is you. I’m telling you, he’s a fuckin’ weirdo. There’s something totally off about him. He’s going to snap one day. We’re not the only ones that avoid him, you know-’ 

‘Fuck you guys. You guys are such fucking judgmental dicks. He’s never even done anything to you. You’re just a mean spirited bitch.’ 

Tomura who would sneak you into the woods and show you rotting animal corpses with macabre excitement in his wide red eyes. Tomura who used to sneak knives in his bag as a camper and show you how to sharpen and hold them until he got caught and the entire camp had to institute a new safety policy. Tomura who had to be scolded repeatedly for trying to sneak into the girl’s cabin as a young boy to try sleep next to you, and that it wasn’t appropriate for him to wait outside of it for you as he got older either. Tomura who has distain for everything and everyone in a world that shunned and rejected him in equal capacity. 

Everyone but you. 

Your friends are dead, slaughtered like animals and strewn across the camp in a grotesque tableau of vicious murder, the only knife in the area conveniently tucked in his pocket, his hand clasping your wrist in an iron hold that doesn’t ask, but demands you obey him. 

“Tomura- Tomura tell me you didn’t- You couldn’t-”  You’re shaking now, feeling more in danger than you did before the man in the mask who conveniently never chased you or even gave you a second glance even as he had every opportunity to do so. The murderer just as gawky and gangly as Tomura, lean, wiry muscle and imposing height almost too tall for his own body and manic, scarlet eyes. The killer who held the knife with the same practiced grip that he’d shown you so many years ago-

“What are you even talking about? Let’s go-” 

He rips you forward, taking you into his arms again and squeezing.

‘He’s going to snap one day-’

“Tomura- Tomura no! Tomura! God, please tell me you didn’t do this! Look at me and tell me!” 

He looks at you, mouth opening to form a sentence before abruptly cutting short. He studies your face, your quivering body, the blood across your cheek. You think, for a moment, he might break down. But he doesn’t.  He laughs. A nasty, cruel chuckle directed at you and only you; there’s no one else alive to hear it.

“You always were too smart for your own good.” 

The facade of panic and adrenaline falls from his pallid face, replaced with his stereotypical look of total nonchalance and almost boredom. Your stomach plummets, limbs paralyzed in abject terror as his pale hand reaches forward, thumbing at the swatch of blood across your face. 

“I had to, you know. Wanted to for years. But I had to wait until you were a counselor with me. Had to wait until I could do it before the kids arrived. Too many variables I couldn’t control. No one is coming for days, and they’re finally dead, and by the time anyone finds them, we’ll be long gone.” 

A stab of ice down your spine at his words, the uncanny horror of it all whirling your vision to a blurry abyss. “You can’t- what have you done? What have you done?”

“What I had to! They were insufferable and stupid- your harpy friends wouldn’t let us be. But now they’re dead.”

“-Have to get help- we need to call the police-“

“Stop being stupid.” He brushes the hair out of your face with a tender finger laden in blood. “We’re leaving here and never coming back.”

“You need to turn yourself in-“ you stammer. “They’ll know it was you, God, Tomura-“

“Do I look like I care?” A snarl lifts his scabby lips, bearing the sharp canines beneath. “I don’t give a fuck if they know. I hope they do. They’ll never find us. I’ve had so long to plan-“

“No! Tomura, this is insane!”

“It’s over. Come to peace with it.” He hisses, wrenching you even closer, his dry lips on the shell of your ear. “You’re coming with me, baby, and we can finally be together. You can finally show me all those dirty little things you never got the chance to because your friends made you feel ashamed.”

The edge of the blade in his hand flicks up through the thin threading that binds the top buttons of your counselor uniform, baring your cleavage and the top part of your bra to him. You scramble to try and cover yourself, but he’ll have none of it; he quickly swats your hands away and presses the tip of the knife to your sternum.

“I’ve waited so long for you-“ A ragged breath escapes him, chest shuddering with the force of the exhale. “To touch you. To take you. Do you know what it’s like? What you fucking do to me?”

“Tomura- this- this is wrong! Please! Please let me get help! We’ll get you the help you need- I will! But you can’t do this! It’s not right!”

“There’s only one way you can help me, babe.” The hand not threatening you with the knife slides down and squeezes your breast, your entire body stiffening in visceral disgust. “Something I’ve wanted as long as I can remember. If you’re eager enough for it now, we have some time-“

“No! No! Don’t- stop touching me! This is sick! They’re dead! Tomura- stop it!”

“They are. And I could never, ever hurt you, but I’m sure there’s someone still alive that I could to calm you down- to make you see sense.” He squeezes hard enough to make you cry out, nipple catching between his fingers through the thin fabrics you’re wearing.

You blink up at him, bleary eyes full of silvery tears that trail down the slopes of your cheeks. He doesn’t look like Tomura anymore- not your Tomura. He looks like something twisted and uncanny, some feral beast that’s inhabited your friend’s brain and driven him to the brink of madness. He leers down at you lasciviously, thick pink tongue swiping across his teeth and you’ve never felt more uncomfortable in your own skin under his gaze than you do right now.

“It’s not fair when you cry like that. I’m already painfully hard-“ He releases your tit in favor of clutching your wrist, bringing your trembling hand down to his crotch hidden by the length of his sweatshirt and forcefully rubs the length of his throbbing erection against your palm. “But it always did things to me when you got all weepy.”

You’ve been defending a monster.

“Remember when you would cry into my lap because that group of girls was mean to you and I had to keep adjusting you every few minutes?” He barks a laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “God, it was so hard not to sink you down on my cock right then. Fuck, I would have destroyed you if I let myself- all sniveling and delicate and weak. You always needed me to protect you, didn’t you? So trusting. Naive, really. You had no idea what I was thinking about at night. What I’ve been planning to do to you for years-“

You can only give a broken, disbelieving cry of his name- trying to bring back the boy you knew. The sweet boy. The shy one. The quiet one with morbid curiosities and wild ideas on the world.

“Your friends knew, of course. But you didn’t listen, you silly, dumb little girl. Tried to warn you, but you just wouldn’t listen. And now they’re dead.”

“Fuck you! Fuck you, you bastard! You’re a monster! You’re-“ You batter your fists uselessly against the steel panes of his chest and he barely even budges.

“Remember when you could come to the woods with me and I would show you all the cool stuff my dad taught me? You thought it was weird but you still came because you’ve always been so sweet to me. My dad’s dead now, but I made sure he left me his remote cabin. I’ve wanted to take you there for so long, and now I finally can.”

He advances on you and even in your rage, you instinctively backpedal. Before long, he’s got your back flush against the scratchy wood wall, toe to toe with you with his imposing frame trapping you to the surface behind you in a gangly cage of his spider-like limbs.

“Fuck- It gets me so hot when you act like a little brat. When you fight me even when you know there’s no way you can overpower me. You never could. Even when we play-wrestled. I could make you scream without even trying. So fucking precious to see you bare your teeth at me like you’re capable of lifting a finger against me.”

“I hate you- I hate you!”

“That’s okay, babe. I can learn to forgive you. Tell you what, why don’t you wrap those pretty lips around my cock and start sucking out my forgiveness with your sharp little tongue and we’ll take it from there.”

“Go to hell-“

“If I go, you’re coming with-“ He puffs into your ear, one hand swirling into the front of your shirt, the other slicing from hem to collar in one swift motion, leaving your torso bared to his greedy eyes. “I’ve earned you. You’re mine now- you belong to me and anyone who has ever tried to say otherwise is dead!”

And the worst part is he’s right. Maureen bubbles a lifeless pool of blood a few feet away. The ones who tried to fight slashed repeatedly until they were too weak to stand and died a slow, painful death into the grass. The ones that tried to run cut down from behind- a cowardly act that shows his true nature. You can scream and cry and wail your sorrows to the terrible moon that hangs through the trees, but no one will come to help you; there’s no one left. No one but him.

And no one is coming for days.

“I was going to wait until I got you home to fuck into your guts but you’re just not getting it, and I don’t think I can wait.” He thrusts the knife back into his pocket temporarily, opting instead to fumble with the front of his jeans. Dread pools in your stomach, threatening to overturn the contents into the filthy floor, but all you can do is watch in terror as he unzips the front of his jeans and fishes his pale cock from behind it.

“Go ahead and get on your knees for me and stick your tongue out. Think of it as a practice round.”

You shake your head, weakly resisting as he shoves you to the ground and taps the hot, purpling tip on your face, smearing his precum across your ruddy cheek.

“Don’t be shy. I promise once you get a taste, you’ll love it. You will learn to love it. You don’t have another choice. Just wait until I get you back home. I’ve learned so much since last summer. I can’t wait to show you.”

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

8!

time to install you all with a healthy hatred of immortal primeboys c!dream i've been too nice to him lately.

TW: Abuse, blood, graphic violence, manipulation, gaslighting, referenced death, restraints, torture, acid burns, mutilation, forced feeding but with dangerous chemicals, dehumanisation, infantilisation.

“Y'know, Tommy, if you’ve got nothing nice to say you should say nothing at all.”

Dream grinned before shifting his mask back down to cover his face, grabbing a vial of something bubbling off of the shelves, humming. Tommy gulped, desperately trying to pull free from the rope keeping him trapped onto the chair.

“Please- man, I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I-“

“How many times do I have to tell you that sorry doesn’t cut it for it to get through your thick skull?” The harsh sound of a slap echoed through the cell, Tommy's begging turning to agonised sobs as one of the stitches on his cheeks re-opened, blood filling his mouth as it felt like his entire cheek was again trying to unravel. “I’ve been so kind. I could have just killed you like the rest of them, but not only did I let you live, I allowed you to share in my gifts, to become immortal for me. You’re such an ungrateful fucking brat.”

The way Dream spoke of this- this fucking curse like it was a gift made Tommy sick. He didn’t want any of this. He didn’t want to die over and over in the most agonising of ways, he didn’t want to be forced to watch the ritual slaughter of his friends and family for the selfish gain of something only Dream wanted (and, oh Prime, Foolish, what happened to him would haunt Tommy forever), he didn’t want to have his only escape from Dream ripped away from him. It hadn’t even been a fucking year since he’d had this curse of immortality forced on him, and already Dream was trying to pretend it was a blessing, something Tommy asked for.

Tommy spat in Dream's stupid masked face. “Fuck off.”

Dream just sighed, before forcing the vial towards Tommy's mouth. Tommy forced his mouth shut, but Dream pinched onto Tommy's nose, forcing him to open his mouth to take a breath, and the second he did he forced whatever the horrible liquid was down his throat.

It burned, oh fuck it burnt so bad. Tommy could feel it blistering his throat, melting through it. He tried to spit it out, but Dream covered his mouth, forcing him to swallow with what little power he had left, the acid even more agonising against the burns it already made.

Tommy desperately tried to scream, but no sound came out. Even trying made the pain flare up worse, sending him into an awful coughing fit. Dream looked down at him and hummed, observing him as he violently shuddered and coughed, unable to speak or scream, like he was a fucking experiment. Tommy wasn’t sure if the awful burning feeling in his stomach was because of that or the acid. Probably both.

Finally, Tommy stopped coughing, and Dream cut the rope on the chair. Tommy took a wobbly step, and collapsed onto the obsidian floor. Dream lifted him by the hood of his hoodie, like he was a fucking kitten, and Tommy was ready to spew insults, swears, everything he thought about Dream, but no sound came out, and he settled for glaring.

“I don’t know, I think I prefer you like this,” Dream laughed. “Maybe I should get more of that, for when you heal.”

Tommy furrowed his brow further, and flipped off Dream, which only seemed to amuse him more. “You're very expressive, y’know. You look like a little kid throwing a tantrum. It’s hysterical.”

Tommy was going to fucking stab Dream one day. He didn’t even care that it wouldn’t do anything, that’s what he would do.

The only upside of living forever was that he had an eternity to do that.

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Desires and Daydreams

Me: oh yeah I’ll have this edited and out by tomorrow morning! Also Me: Ha! Sike! Time fo post at night again :)

All in all I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out. A busy week with ball fucked me over time and energy wise. However, I now have a full 7k word fic for y’all so that’s good! I quite literally just finished editing this so I hope it’s as good as my mind told me it was about two minutes ago. Especially considering it’s a little gift of sorts for the amazing @doodlevore (AKA I saw this gem of a drawing, flipped out for a hot minute, and then decided it was writing time) Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy and I hope I did your artwork justice Doodle :)

As always, Vore under the cut :)

“Aw c’mon Doc!” the man halfheartedly whined as he attempted again to grab the small ‘medic’. Once more 2b had ducked under his hand, glaring up at him through his goggles. The taller of the two just laughed at the sight, near daggers of teeth glimmering through his toothy grin. No way in hell could he take that glare seriously like this. “You act like I was planning to hurt you. You really think I’m gonna hurt ya?”

“No,” 2b started, halting his words momentarily to dodge another attempted swipe at him. Getting caught by the man wouldn’t be the worst thing, sure - hell, he could name several things automatically worse than being grabbed by him in this hellscape of Nevada - however that did not mean that he wanted to be scooped up like some doll and put through whatever his teammate had in mind for him and the other two who were both currently busy dodging the taller’s other hand. Again his glare settled on the younger hacker. “But that does not mean I’m going to keel over and let you do whatever, Deimos. Now would you stop trying to grab us for five minutes!”

“But what’s the fun in that?” Deimos protested, swiping at Hank only for the shrunken mercenary to vault themself over his hand. Go figure, he was still going to be difficult. Hell, they all were. When he was the smallest of the group he was at their mercy and even went with it half the time, but the moment he got to have some fun they all decided to be as difficult as possible. In all honesty it wasn’t as bad as he was making it seem. Watching them run around like little mice was pretty entertaining. That didn’t mean he didn’t have plans he wanted to follow through with though! Whatever, he’d play their games for now. He’d get them eventually, and when he did he’d have his fun. “I’d stop if you all would just stand still for five seconds, but no. You all clearly wanna play so I’m gonna keep up the cat and mouse game we’ve got going.”

“But that- Deimos, you aren’t getting my point here at all!” 2b yelled up at the man, ducking under yet another swipe at him made by the youngest of their little crew. He was fairly certain it was impossible to miss what he was saying so either Deimos was less intelligent then he had grown to suspect over the years or he was flat out ignoring the man’s request to quit trying to grab them. A brief comparison of the two had crossed out the former option rather quickly. That cocky, smoking son of a gun. “Sanford! A little help?”

“Why me?” The Chad of a man yelled back as he scrambled to his feet after having to get down to avoid being grabbed. In the back of his mind he already had a sneaking suspicion as to why he was asked. He wasn’t stupid after all.

“He usually listens to you better than me!” The older hacker shot back, nearly running into Hank as he prepared himself for the next ‘attack’.

“So we’re playing that card now. Good to know.” Sanford grumbled softly, no real venom in his tone. 2b was right, at least in most contexts. He probably was the closest to Deimos out of them all and the other two’s usual intimidating approach to get Deimos to listen really wouldn’t work with them the size of the man’s hand. A sigh tugged itself from his throat as he directed his words up at the seemingly giant hacker. “Dei, c’mon now. Can’t you quit with the whole trying to grab us thing? It’s- AH!- not all that fun!”

“Damnit.” Deimos cursed under his breath, having missed Sanford yet again. Who knew trying to just grab his teammates would be so difficult. It was definitely fun, this little game of cat and mouse like in those old cartoons he’d managed to pirate, but it was still harder than he expected to actually grab them. Guess not everything gets to come easy. Or maybe he was going too easy… “Maybe not for you. Just stand still and make it easier on yourself if you’re having such a bad time.”

“That’s- Dei, you chucklehead, quit the games already and stop trying to grab us like rodents!”

Deimos just shook his head, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. His grin still stood proud on his face in all its sharp toothed glory. This was too much fun to give up so easily. Really, they expected him to quit the moment he started having fun? Please. He’d gone through too much to waste his opportunity. Getting his hands on shrinking tech had to be the best thing that’s ever happened to him, despite the difficulties and hurdles he had to jump to do such a thing. What had been a normal, boring day with no missions had turned into him watching his three shrunken teammates dash across the worn table while dodging his attempts to grab them. He was going to enjoy this, whether they liked it or not. Call this revenge for all the times he was teased for being the smallest out of all of them, or call it him being an ass. He didn’t care. For once the younger hacker wasn’t the small one in the group and boy did he have plans for it. Oh he had plans…

“Mmm…how ‘bout no.” Deimos hummed, slamming a hand down on the table next to 2b. Just as he’d hoped the man tensed, trying to keep himself steady on the shaking table. His eyes locked onto the temporarily paralyzed unofficial medic like a hawk’s to its prey, smirk morphing into a full on grin. Without hesitation he grabbed the man in a firm fist. There was one of the three. “Ha! Gotcha Doc~!”

“Mmgh- I can see that, Deimos. Now put me down!” 2BDamned didn’t shout at his teammates often. There were a few times he did, yes. Prime examples of such times included (but weren’t limited to) tracking blood all over the base, doing something absolutely reckless and facing the consequences, not following the plans they had for missions, etc. Not once had he expected to ever be yelling at one of them, specifically the smallest of their team, to put him down. Hank? Maybe. Sanford? Long shot but not impossible. Deimos? No. And yet here he was, trapped within the grasp of the younger hacker with seemingly no way to escape. It’s not like the little wiggling that his loose enough to be breathable yet tight confines could do was helping much.

“But what if I don’t wanna, Doc?” Deimos hummed, resting his other hand on the table for the first time in the past twenty-five minutes that he’d been trying to grab the others. “What if I wanna keep you trapped in my fist for the rest of the day huh? Maybe longer. It’s not like you can exactly free yourself, now can you? Huh? You gonna wiggle yourself out of my hand, 2b? Claw your way out like some baby kitten?”

“I swear to Jebus, once we’re back to normal I am going to kill you myself.” The dissenter growled, trying again to free himself from his confines. He could only imagine how utterly idiotic he looked, wiggling around like some fish out of water in Deimos’s hand. Talk about humiliating.

“Sure you will. Sure.” Deimos rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he thought through his next moves. He could just grab the other two and get on with his plans but…oh that ruined the fun of the chase! His plans and stomach could wait, he wanted to enjoy this just a little longer. Now what could he do to achieve such a thing? “And besides, that’s an ‘if’ to you, Doc. If you get back to normal. Can’t do that without my help after all, so maybe you should let me have my fun~”

“I will. Don’t think I- wait. What?” Well now that wasn’t something anyone stuck at four inches tall wanted to hear. Yes, he could probably figure out how the hell Deimos shrunk him (assuming that the hacker had gotten the information and technology from the AAHW) however Deimos had at least a bit of a point. Things would be so much easier, faster, and less dangerous if he just reversed whatever the hell he did. He….he fucking planned this. He- oh the younger hacker was in some deep shit once they were back and he was the smallest again.

“Mmm you heard me, 2b. Getting you three back requires the help of me, unless you’d rather be crushed under the boot of some agent trying to get back to normal yourselves.” Deimos hummed, his words practically swimming in cockiness. “And I don’t think any of us want that. So either you let me have my fun, or you three get to stay pocket sized until you do.”

“Deimos, don’t you even think about it.” Hank growled, eyes narrowing behind his goggles as he stepped closer to the hacker. Being this small was bad enough. It wasn’t like a MAG agent where they weren’t completely dwarfed in size. No. He was stuck the size of a fucking mouse being toyed with by their basically gigantic teammate. And to top it all off the threat of being stuck at this size now loomed over the mercenary’s head. Just fucking wonderful.

“Aw but what if I did, Hank?” The hacker asked with a raise of his eyebrow, turning his attention from the medic in his fist to the shrunken killing machine that was now glaring at him over his arm. It really was something else to see them so tiny when they usually towered over everyone. How the tables turn. “I would think this is a nice situation for you. So long as you’re hidden it’s not like the Agency could find you now. No ones gonna look for a four inch tall Hank, now are they- Hey! Sanford!”

The mentioned man’s head lifted from where he had landed on the table, 2b now laying next to him after a less than graceful ‘rescue’ from the younger hacker’s hand. His feet scrambled against the old table, attempting to gain enough traction to allow for him to stand. For a moment he looked as if he were trying to stand on ice, feet slipping out from beneath him. The doctor beside him wasn’t doing much better in the department of getting to his feet. Judging by the disappointed stare he felt burning two holes into his chest once he finally got to his feet, Hank wasn’t all that impressed with their sudden lack of coordination either. Wait, no. Hank could come later. Right now he had to deal with the giant Deimos that was currently pouting at him.

“Sorry Dei, but I’m siding with Doc here. Just put us back to normal before Hank decides to find a way to kill you at this size.” As Sanford spoke a tone far less confident then he had hoped for laced his words. Something that probably doomed him to not be listened to. Judging by the new level of cocky smeared across the hacker’s face? He was right too. Well shit. That didn’t help anything.

“Hmm…maybe but, and hear me out, I’ve got a better idea.” No one had to ask exactly what Deimos’ ‘better idea’ was. He was all too happy to demonstrate it, Hank quickly finding himself laying flat against the table with the hacker’s hand pinning him in place. The small shocked grunt from the mercenary didn’t go unnoticed by the other two, their eyes darting to their now trapped teammate. Both failed to notice the brief warning look in Hank’s eyes behind his goggles until it was too late, a warm calloused hand pinning them to the rough grain of the wood. Well, there went the idea of escape.

A sharp laugh chased away the silence that had previously filled the air. Beneath the rim of his visor two eyes simply watched as the three small forms writhed beneath his hands. Proof of the point he had been trying to prove. The point that his three shrunken teammates had wanted to be false. No way to escape now. Not unless he allowed for it, that is. A small lightbulb lit up in his head at the thought. The idea was tempting, were he to be completely honest with himself. Give his friends hope only to crush it like a spent cig under his boot once more by trapping them in a new way. Oh but then there was the option of dangling freedom just in front of them. That was an idea…and there were so many more possibilities too. In the back of his head a small voice attempted to grab Deimos’ attention. Yelling at him in every way it could think of that even thinking about doing that to his friends was wrong, even if it was playful at its roots. He shouldn’t do such a thing to them! Though, thinking logically, there was no way they wouldn’t do the same or something similar were their positions switched. Deimos knew that much, being the shortest of their gang. A soft scoff sounded from his throat, mind made up on the matter. Unfortunately for the three pinned to the table, in the end the voice of reason was all too easily ignored by the younger hacker as he adjusted to lean forward in his chair. The smell of cigarette smoke grew in strength with each hum that passed the man’s lips, the three pinned beneath his hands only able to watch as things seemed to get worse for them.

“Heh. Much better.” Deimos said with a smile, gladly ignoring the glares he was now getting from his little friends. “Now what shall I do with you-“

Ggnnnrrrr……

“-three….”

Anyone with half a mind would think that after being interrupted by your stomach you would be embarrassed and most likely apologize. The three shrunken men on the table thought that after being interrupted by his stomach Deimos would be embarrassed and probably laugh it off. Maybe even give them a chance to run without thinking. What they didn’t expect was for him to start laughing. A deep chuckle from the back of his throat too, not just an embarrassed little giggle. It was a genuine fucking laugh. First off, why the hell was he laughing? Second, what the hell did that mean for them? After a moment of thought one thing became clear. As much as they didn’t want to admit it, the three knew what the answer to the second question was long before it was even asked. Nothing good. That’s what it meant. Especially not with that dumb grin still sitting on his face. 2b, eyes locked on Deimos’ expression, had opened his mouth to attempt prying an answer out of the younger. Before a single word could leave his lips, however, his world was flipped on its head.

Literally.

For a brief second everything stopped. The warmth and pressure from the hand holding him to the table disappeared, cold washing over him and sending a shiver down his spine. That’s when a new type of pressure appeared. It was still rough and warm, the grip of a calloused hand for sure, but it was much more concentrated than just smashing him to the table. Specifically around his right ankle. His eyes couldn’t go ‘dinner plate wide’ any faster than they did the moment he felt said pressure appear. The less-than-manly scream he had heard beside him roughly half a second earlier started to make a lot more sense by the millisecond. Especially once he was dragged backwards and up, a very similar noise escaping himself. For a brief moment everything spun before his sight leveled out. What he didn’t want to see was Deimos grinning at him. Upside down.

“Annnd there we go. Sanford, Hank, I hope you guys still have a good grip at this size~.” The hacker jabbed, grinning at the little chain his friends had formed once he started picking them up. Pinched between his thumb, pointer, and middle finger was Hank’s torso. They were currently holding onto Sanford’s ankle, looking less than pleased with the situation they were in. Sanford was gripping onto the ankle of 2BDamned as he dangled, worry painting over his features. Then there was 2b, dangling at the end of the chain upside down with a look quite similar to Hank’s plastered on his face. All in all, quite the interesting little chain they made up as he leaned back in the chair.

“Damn straight. You two drop me and you’re dead.” The ‘medic’ grumbled, all too willing to make his displeasure known.

“Aw, don’t you worry, Doc. If they drop you I’ll make sure you have a nice, soft, warm landing~”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t want to be dropped on my hea- Deimos, what the genuine fuck does that mean?” He shouldn’t have asked. The moment after the words left his mouth 2b knew he never should have asked what the younger hacker had meant with his words. Dangling over the man’s lap having to stare him in the face while upside down wasn’t ideal. Absolutely not. However, he found much preferred it to dangling inches above Deimos’ open jaws, the smell of cigarette smoke laced breath hitting him almost as hard as the realization of just how sharp the man’s teeth were. He supposed he never noticed with Dei a. rarely ever purposely showing them off, and b. him being smaller than the older hacker. That didn’t stop him from mentally smacking himself upside the head for not taking more notes of it sooner though. Especially when he was getting so…up close and personal with them now. Fuck he was close to those daggers.

“Dei- Dei, think about this!” Sanford shouted as he stared down at the sight of the man’s open mouth, praying that his friend would listen to at least some reason. Sure, they gave him shit for being the smallest of the group often. He especially did. Not once though had he, or the other two as far as he knew, expected that said teasing would lead to them possibly having to spend the day trapped in said hacker’s gut though. If they had, they would have backed off a little. But now the threat was more present than ever. And knowing Deimos? It might be longer than a day too. He wouldn’t put it past the man at all. Jebus Christ….

“Oh I have San. We’re past that point now.” Deimos hummed, his tongue lazily snaking itself over his lips as he glanced over the string of teammates that dangled from his hand. Slowly his stare became distant, his mind beginning to wander. Just how would each of them taste exactly? Would they all taste the same? But what if they each tasted different? Now wouldn’t that be something. Perhaps he wasn’t too far off picturing Sanford as a juicy sausage in his little moments to himself. Oh that would be perfect. The warm feeling of drool trailed itself lazily down his chin, each thought regarding the possible tastes of his friends encouraging an empty rumble from his midsection. He just had to find out now.

“Deimos, lower me any further and I’ll make sure you choke to death.” The man only laughed, eyes fluttering shut as he opened his mouth once more.

“Sorry Doc. ‘S too late to stop now.” Any screams of protest from his teammates fell on deaf ears as Deimos lowered the end of the little chain into his mouth. Immediately he was hit with the taste of black coffee, hints of iron, and oddly enough what tasted like whisky poking through and tickling his tongue. The soft, pleased hum escaped him long before he could even think to stop it, his mind far more focused on getting that flavor to coat his tastebuds than his actions or the saliva steadily dripping down his chin.

2BDamned had a different opinion on the matter. Specifically about the claim that it was ‘too late.’ It was not too fucking late. In fact, it was anything but. Deimos’s mouth, which absolutely reeked of cigarettes might he add, was still wide open. He wasn’t slipping down the tight tube he could see in front of him yet. He was being rolled around and licked over like some sort of candy, something which he apparently had to remind Deimos he wasn’t with a smack to the tongue. Sharp teeth surrounded the unofficial doctor on both sides, Sanford’s grip on his ankle still like iron despite the saliva now thoroughly coating his body. Try as he might to push himself out with his hands they only slipped and slid across the wet surface of Deimos’s tongue. Far too similar to how he was steadily slipping backwards.

“Dei…Dei, you can pull us out now…” Sanford yelled up to the man, ducking his head between his arms to avoid the feeling of daggers dragging down his head and neck. Jebus, his teeth really were sharper up close. The white knuckled grip he held on 2b’s ankle refused to budge as he slipped further in, eyes locked into the sight before him. Not once did he ever expect to watch the older hacker slowly disappear down his best friend’s throat with nothing he could do but hold on and pray. Yet here he was. Fuck. “Dei-!!”

“Sanford, don’t even bother at this point.” 2b groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose through his mask. Deimos wasn’t going to listen to shit. That much was clear now if it wasn’t an hour and a half ago when they’d woken up in his hands. He didn’t want to admit it, not by a long shot, however as he slid further back there wasn’t any way the dissenter could convince himself otherwise. He, and the other two, were doomed. “He’s not going to-“

Ulp~

“…..listen. God damnit.” What else was he to even expect at this point?

Try as hard as he might, Sanford found he couldn’t grip the unofficial doctor’s ankle any tighter. Not without the possibility of breaking something, considering that he most likely had already passed the ‘try not to bruise the man’ stage. No doubt the clearly handprint shaped black and blue bruise would be there in a day tops. A scolding was nearly cemented in his future now, however Sanford couldn’t find it in himself to complain about it. Compared to the hole Deimos was digging himself, with a smile on his face no less, he’d gladly take the talking to. Speaking of the hacker, either he was genuinely out of it for some reason or he was just trying to be a grade A dick.

“Deimos!! Cut it out, man!” He yelled, trying his hardest to squirm away from the licks and shifting of the man’s tongue. Unfortunately for him, nothing seemed to work. It started at his hands but all too quickly the sensation of a wet tongue dragging itself up, over, and around the pyromaniac’s arms and to his torso. The dark lenses of his signature glasses fogged over with each warm breath that washed over his body. Goosebumps dotted all exposed skin, any fabric quickly becoming drenched with saliva. The sensations slowly crawled their way down Sanford’s body, more of him no longer dangling and instead slipping across the hacker’s tongue by the moment. He watched his hands, and by extension Doc’s feet, slowly slip beyond his vision into the void-like entrance of Deimos’ throat. His arms followed not long after, the darkness enveloping more of his vision by the second. Talk about a way to spend your day.

Glk~

A soft groan rumbled around the shrunken men, the sound’s maker all too lost in his thoughts. Tastes of warm sausage, coffee, and the lingering hints of whisky and iron danced across his tongue. Each lick up the parts of Sanford’s body which remained momentarily in his mouth brought a shiver up through his spine. With each second the small body inched further back, pulling his hand toward his mouth. His fingers and the body pinned between them slipped past the hacker’s lips with ease. Layers of cloth, along with the occasional sensation of scarred skin, pressed against his tongue. The taste of a rare steak and a much stronger metallic hint, again not unlike that of blood but somehow much more pleasant, seemed all too eager to attack his taste buds. His spine seemed to reduce itself to jello in a matter of seconds, relying on the backrest of his chair for support. The smoker pulled his fingers from his mouth with a small pop, jaws shutting around his final shrunken teammate and leaving his mind to ponder over the tastes and sensation attacking his mouth and mind alike.

The word ‘still’ had been completely wiped from Deimos’s dictionary, if it had even been there to begin with. At least that’s what Hank would have told anyone who asked. His eyes had narrowed behind his red tinted goggles and now they seemed to grow thinner with each movement from the muscle beneath him. As if the heat and lingering cigarette smell from the hacker’s breath weren’t enough, the wet feeling of saliva continued to sneak itself into every fiber of his being. First his skin, then lighter clothing items like his bandana and mask, and finally seeping through his coat and multiple other layers of clothing. And just what was a better cherry on top then being rolled around near constantly. Every moment they seemed to find themself in a new position within the confines of the young hacker’s mouth. While their grip remained on Sanford’s ankles, the same could in no way be said for his patience with the man who had caused this hell by shrinking them. He swore, Deimos better enjoy his time being able to hold them like dolls because the moment they were back to normal the man would be getting a firm taste of his own medicine. Whether it be by him serving as lunch or by another form of revenge was yet to be decided. Hank could only plot so much, though. Despite how much more bearable he found thinking about a way to ‘return the favor’ to Deimos to be, he needed to at least show a little of his own irritation to the man. After all, he wasn’t just some snack. They were still Hank J. Wimbledon god damn it, and they’d prove it if they had to. How he would do that remained a mystery for what felt like hours of constant licking and flipping…until said proof came. It came in the form of a kick to the inside of Deimos’ teeth. A kick which sent him sliding backwards-

Ulk-

Glp~

And the oddly shaped lump in Deimos’ throat disappearing behind his collarbone.

Deimos’ eyes had widened in shock, a hand quickly pressing itself to his throat as it happened. In his opinion, it happened too quickly. All too fast the warm weight disappeared from his mouth, pushing itself backwards with force into his throat. Far too soon did he lose the previously vivid taste of barely cooked meat and metal, leaving him with only the memory and lingering fragments of it like the other two tastes. Too quickly had the lump in his throat been pushed down by two final swallows, disappearing down behind his collarbone. For a moment he sat there in silence, the room lacking sound except for his heavy breathing. With each rise and fall of his chest he waited. Waited for the one thing that couldn’t seem to come fast enough. Moments passed with nothing before the feeling he’d been waiting for rushed his senses. A filling warmth pooled itself in his stomach, moving around against the walls of the organ and pulling a warm chuckle from the man. His hand trailed to rest over his stomach, feeling the small bodies shift and fight beneath layers of clothing, muscle, and skin. Fangs glimmering in a grin once again as he poked at the squirming fullness in his gut.

“Well look at that.” He laughed to himself, relaxing back into his chair. His stomach gurgled under his hand, what he guessed to be a thank you of sorts now that he had what he wanted within it. Though something told him the others wouldn’t be thanking him all that much. “How are you three holding up in there?”

“Deimos, do not laugh at us or so help me Jebus- Hank, get your arm out of my face!” The words were quickly followed by what Deimos could assume was 2b pushing Hank off him and into his stomach wall from what he could feel. Those three couldn’t seem to stay still. Well, he couldn’t truly blame them if he wanted to. It had to be slippery, trapped in a wet, moving organ like his stomach and all. The mental image of his three teammates slipping around in his stomach, trying their hardest to gain footing or at least a comfortable position, drew another laugh from him. This was great.

“Dei, c’mon.” Sanford added, giving his own kick to the wall in case he had failed to grab the hacker’s attention before. Try as he might to stay out of 2BDamned and Hank’s little squabble fate seemed to have other plans as he was shoved back into them every time he got away. Or maybe that was just Deimos being Deimos. “You’ve had your fun, now spit us out you chucklehead.”

“Mmm yeah no.” Deimos hummed, drumming his fingers mindlessly on his belly as he took in the little shocks that each harsh kick or punch sent through his body to his brain. Each movement registered in his brain as a pleasurable little shock, but the harsher they were the more enjoyment they seemed to cause him. Not that he was complaining. Last he checked his teammates could tire themselves out with squirming all they wanted to if it felt this nice. “See, that’s not really the plan here. Not for a few hours at least.”

“What now?” Sanford’s voice had dropped its hopeful tone, now more monotonous and serious. Beside him he heard a growl, one he assumed to be from Hank. Was the smoker trying to get them killed? Again he punched the wall. “Dei, quit joking.”

“I ain’t joking, ‘Ford.” The young hacker replied bluntly, his shit eating grin more than audible in his words. A long, over dramatic sigh made its way from his mouth with ease as he adjusted his position to one more comfortable. Or at least as comfortable as one could get in an old chair. Smiling to himself he gave his stomach a little shove, feeling the three bodies inside shift and move under the pressure. “I just wanna sit and enjoy this for a while. It feels too nice to just give up.”

Silence fell upon the three currently held within the confines of the man’s stomach, each sitting there taking in Deimos’ words until the pressure from outside had lifted. Once it did, they all reacted their own way. Hank, for example, sat still for about ten seconds tops before a punch was thrown at the wall. Sanford, on the other hand, debated whether Hank’s approach or his attempts at reasoning with their ‘captor’ would be more effective at getting Deimos to spit them up. Then there was 2BDamned, who sat in what would’ve been an unnerving silence had they not known him. Knowing him, though, changed the meaning of the silence from ‘is this man insane to be so calm?’ to ‘Deimos just dug himself a grave’ in a split second.

“Deimos,” The unofficial medic started, “you have ten seconds to at least start spitting us up or I will force myself back up your throat simply to beat your ass.” Despite the warmth of their current confines, a chill shot up Sanford’s back. As far as he knew, the last thing you wanted to be was at the end of Doc’s threats. The man often had little to no issue going through with them, and Deimos wasn’t some special case. The laughter they heard (and felt shaking their ‘cell’ for that matter) was all it took to solidify that Deimos didn’t take them seriously at this size. Guess said threats don’t work when you’re four inches tall at best and your ‘captor’ is a smug ass bastard.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try, Doc.” Deimos chuckled, giving his stomach a firm pat which only seemed to serve to jostle around its captives more. “I might not be able to handle spice like San’ but I do know my way around feisty snacks~.”

“We aren’t food, Deimos.” Hank growled, kicking the floor beneath him. The flesh sunk under his boot, a sickening squishing sound heard as a result. A small shiver trembled up the walls, one which failed to register with the black-clad mercenary as in pain. Oh just wonderful. The sharp toothed asshole was enjoying this.

“Mmm you sure, big guy? Cause you seem like food to me right now.” Within only a few seconds of the words leaving his lips the hacker found himself met with a pleasant shockwave up the spine. Clearly a certain black-clad mercenary didn't like being called food, if the fighting he felt wash over him like a tsunami of warm, fuzzy electricity meant anything. A soft groan crawled out of his lips, his hand lazily tracing circles over his stomach. ”mm oh c-calm down in there. I didn’t mean it. I will let you out, Jeez.”

“Deimos, this isn’t funny. Spit us out.” 2b snapped, kicking the floor.

“Mmm sorry, Doc. Can't hear you heheh…” the hacker spoke, words blurring softly as he melted back into the chair.

“I’m serious!” The words fell on deaf ears.

“Dei, c’mon…” Sanford this time. His eyes drifted softly shut.

“Dei…” His grin turned into a simple smirk.

“Dei…” Didn't he get he wasn’t spitting them out yet?

“Deimos…” Oh full names now. How fancy.

“Deimos..?” Wait…that didn’t sound right.

“Deimos.” Was he losing it?

…

“DEIMOS!”

The hacker jumped, blinking rapidly as his eyes darted around. What was going on? Where were they? Who did he need to kill? Where were the others? Thoughts rushed through his head as wide eyes darted around everything in sight, looking for something they recognized. Anything to show him where he was or what was going on. Relief came to him in the form of Sanford standing in front of him, a hand on his shoulder as if he was trying to get his attention. Most importantly though they were in their base. Safe. No one was here. They weren’t under attack. He was just daydreaming. Sanford and the others were here and he was just…daydreaming- oh damn it. Go figure it was too good to be true. A groan, this time annoyed, rang from Deimos’ throat.

“Jebus- Dude, are you alright?” Sanford asked, eyebrows knit with worry and…an emotion Deimos found himself unable to name. Like he’d seen something. Something…weird. Almost like concern but not at the same time. For a brief moment an idea reared its head, only to be smashed down like a weird game of whack-a-mole within the hacker’s mind. There wasn’t any need for such an absurd idea. It’s not like Sanford could have seen his little daydream. Nope, that was safe in his head. The smoker shook his head to clear it, quickly flashing Sanford a sharp toothed grin.

“Yeah man. Just zonin’ out and daydreaming a little ‘s all. Nothing to worry about here heheh,” he laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder playfully. His eyes scanned the man’s face again, trying to see if his statement had done its job. Although the worry had dropped from Sanford’s face, the other emotion remained. Now what on earth was that for?

“Daydreamin’ huh? ‘Bout what?” The pyromaniac asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes flicked from Deimos’ eyes to his mouth, then back again as he spoke. He didn’t seem to not believe Deimos when he said he was daydreaming, so what on earth was that look for? And why was he looking at his mouth so much? Giving into the call of curiosity the sharp-toothed hacker brought a hand up to his mouth, eyes widening mouth momentarily when his fingers found a trail of saliva dripping from his lips to his chin. He’d been drooling. Whoops.

“Eh. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Deimos lied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand which he then wiped on his pant leg. So that’s what Sanford had been looking at. Oh he must’ve looked downright stupid too. Well now wasn’t that just great? He just had to hope the Chad hadn’t decided to take a photo.

“Honestly I don’t even remember what it was about.” Liar, he remembered all of it. The vivid tastes, the squirmy fullness, the thrill-

Grrrnnnggg…

Ah shit. Busted by his own stomach. For a second the hacker sat there stunned, blinking dumbly as his cheeks heated up with a pink tint. Ok just play it cool Deimos. “….though if I had to make a guess? Food heh.”

“Yeah, that would make sense heh.” Sanford laughed softly, playfully jabbing the smaller man in the stomach. He seemed to buy Deimos’s story, bringing a sense of relief to the hacker. At least he wasn’t going to press on it. “Your stomach was anything but quiet, you know.”

“Go figure. And when I can’t say anything about it too.” Quickly laughter had found itself spilling from Deimos’ mouth, his mind having calmed down when he had heard the sound from the other man. He seemed less concerned, or whatever that emotion he couldn’t name right now was. As another grumble shook through his middle the hacker lowered a hand to rest over his stomach. He got it already. He was upset the daydream of his wasn’t real after all too. Not much more he could do besides try and find something to eat now though. “Say, I’m gonna go try and snag something to shut my gut up. Wanna come?”

“Nah, I’ll pass this time.” Sanford spoke with a small shake of the head and a smile. Try as he might to play it off as friendly, it seemed that odd emotion that Deimos couldn’t name was just bound to show itself in his words. “You just go shut that thing up before the Agency uses it to track us.”

“Oh ha ha. I’m going.” Deimos laughed, giving Sanford one last playful punch to the shoulder before running off. He had food to track down somewhere in this hellscape of Nevada, unless he wanted a beating from Doc that was. He just needed something small or, hell, even temporary if he happened to come across a shrunken grunt or agent. They would work out just fine so long as he didn’t let the others find out what he’d used to shut his stomach up. Couldn’t give away anything that could relate to his little hidden desires. The emptiness in his gut wasn’t something he’d wanted back, but alas, a daydream is only a daydream and he wasn’t getting any fuller just walking around. Now where would his best chance to snag someon- something be…

…

Sanford watched as his friend ran off, smile slowly fading as Dei disappeared from his line of sight. That look of caution slipped back onto his face as he slowly turned his back to head to his room. He needed a moment to think about what he’d just seen. Try as he might, he couldn’t just forget what was now burned into his mind. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the younger hacker had been daydreaming about if you had seen him while he was in the zoned out trance of his. Mouth wide open and drooling with a hand pretending to dangle something above it, an active stomach topping it all off like some sorta weird cherry on the sundae of his best friend’s little fantasy. Oh no, he knew what that meant. And hearing him mumble the names of their other teammates, along with his own, at least once through it all? It spelled out the man’s daydream in big neon lights. The very thought sent a shiver down his spine, despite how he tried his best to shake it off.

He wanted to believe it when he tried to tell himself that Deimos wouldn’t ever shrink them, much less try to eat them. He really did. All that he’d seen along with logic itself, however, pointed him at it with the firm proof that his words were lies. The man would no doubt take advantage of it, if he ever found a way to shrink them, even if he were to keep them as safe as possible. Just as he had with any unfortunate shrunken agents or grunts he happened upon when he was alone (or at least when he thought he was) Safe or not safe, the fact of the matter still stood. Sanford did not want to spend however long within the confines of his friend’s gut, especially if he wasn’t alone. Being in there had to be bad enough. Him not being able to do anything about it either only made the situation worse. Reasoning with the hacker was most likely hopeless and he wasn’t about to beg. What was left? Pray? God, if Deimos ever managed to get his hands on the Agency’s shrinking technology then one thing was downright certain. Boy were he, Hank, and 2b doomed…

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Bittersweet

Bittersweet    A/N: Decided to rewrite this one. Please enjoy.

Yoongi looked at your friends as he sneered at your prone form sprawled out on the ground, your fingers scrambling to find your glasses.

“Aw what’s the matter? The poor baby can't see?” He purred as he picked up your glasses and dangled them in front of your face before throwing them into the dumpster. “Have fun diving!” He cackles as he slides past your prone figure, cruelly stepping on your hand as he passes.

You could hear the snickers of his friends behind you. You watched as his best friend, Seokjin clapped Yoongi on the shoulder, and whispered, “Oi, I get the whole I hate “y/n” thing but seriously—that was a bit much don’t you think?”

Yoongi  couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “She ratted us out! So I fixed it-and now she can’t see to snitch! And shouldn’t you be on my side? You’re in just as much trouble as I am!”

Seokjin could only look at Yoongi like he had a third head, “ Yeah I guess, but still...there is-” at Yoongi’s raised eyebrow he swallowed what he wanted to say, instead choosing to leave rather than to help Yoongi’s victim, “Hey I gotta go I’ll catch you later okay?”

Yoongi smiled and waved good-bye before walking away from the group. How could he possibly explain how much he hated Y/N? No one here knew the truth about your families-how he had to share a home with you,  your family serving his. He had no respite from you. Yeah, Y/N deserved everything she got, he thought as he got into his car. Plus it's not like you wouldn’t rat him out when you got home about what happened. This time as he drove past you and saw you hunched in on yourself, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as he saw you clutching your injured hand, staring resolute at the dumpster, knowing full well that you would go in after the glasses. After all, he knew how hard your mother worked to buy them for you, he knew how you worked 2 jobs and also kept track of your younger brothers. Deep down, he really hoped that maybe this time you would finally explode and tell everyone about all the horrid acts he committed against you. 

Except that you never did tell on him. 

In fact, you avoid Yoongi like the plague.  After finally scrambling into the dumpster and reclaiming your glasses, you clambored back out, hand still screaming in pain. As you stand there wiping the garbage from the lenses and picking off random refuse from your clothes you honestly don’t think you can sink any lower than this. You swipe grimey hands at your cheeks as hot tears run down them, thankful that you are alone. And as you walk away you begin to make plans. You couldn’t keep doing this. And with renewed energy you begin walking home, not didn’t looking back choosing instead to forge ahead, putting one foot in front of another until finally you were in your mid=twenties, and had your own little place. You were happy with your life. But you should have known. All good things must come to an end eventually. You hadn’t thought about him in years, attending school, graduating, opening up a bakery with your best friend. Essentially you were hiding, but not really. 

And then by some ill stroke of luck, he found you.

You awaken to the blaring of your alarm with a groan. Was it really 8 am? The flashing numbers of your clock inform you that it was in fact 8:59. Shit you were late. Cursing your snooze butten, you scrambled out of your bed and grabbed the cleanest clothes you could find off the floor and stumble as you attempt a whole new balancing act: pulling up your pants while holding a hot cup of coffee and a piece of toast dangling precariously from your teeth. As you run down the street towards the bus, slinging your backpack over your shoulder while you scramble to tuck your shirt in you promptly run into a solid wall and fall on your ass. Your hair is covering your face as you look up at  what you had plowed into, an apology already leaving your mouth when you got to the face. “Um…hi, uh…sorry about that.”

“Y/N. From YHSN?”

“Yes?” you become wary, no one around here really knows you as you chose to keep to yourself…“Do I know you?”

The grin that spread across the man’s face could be described as nothing less than cruel and vicious. “Yeah, Y/N L/N right? I am here to inform you that you have 24 hours to vacate the premises. Good luck.” He stated before unceremoniously dropping an envelope onto your lap and turning on her heel to leave you in a stunned heap on the floor.

What the hell had just happened? Maybe you were still dreaming?

You were dazed for a moment as your brain tried to compute the absolute absurdity of what had just happened and then you were on your feet chasing the man, yelling at him to stop but he just kept on walking.

Finally catching up to the man, you grab her arm, “What the fuck man?” you yell, “this is illegal as hell! Thirty days is the minimum!” You shove the notice back at the man, hitting him in her (very solid) chest hard.

“Y/n, Y/n, I see you're still full of venom huh? It’s completely legal actually-you see I” he leaned forward, “own the building now. And to my delight, what do I learn? I find out that Y/N L/N happens to be a tenant! Guess how happy I was to finally find you again after all these years and then get to have you vacate your home.” he laughs as you gape at him like a fish.

“Min fucking Yoongi, I do not have time for your petty ass childish bullshit! ” you hers, voice laced with venom.

“Aw kitten you remembered! I am truly honored! But alas I cant stay and chit-chat, and well, neither can you. Tata chica!” With that he jerks her arm from your grasp, sending you back to the ground in shock for the second time that morning, before climbing into an expensive black car and driving away.

You scream curses to the sky, because after 8 peaceful years, the man you had spent so long  running from and then finally forgetting, had found you. But of course, the sky only decides to rain. And as you trudge back home to call into work, (because seriously fuck this day) you can’t help but wonder how everything came to this moment. After a shower and change of clothes, you fall into your bed, allowing yourself one moment of respite before you begin to tackle this new problem, closing your eyes.

You were back there again, trapped both in a small body and the cave that haunts you as you watch helplessly at the rising water. Your tiny voice is raised, tinted with fear, “I told you we shouldn’t come here! My mama said-“

The boy next to you cut you off, “Crying ain’t gonna fix it, I will save us”

“You can't even swim,” You yell, unable to remain calm. 

“I AM GONNA SAVE US!” the small boy shouted, “so don’t cry Y/N.” He gave you a small smile, one that made you feel slightly safer and he took hold of your hand. “Follow me and don’t let go no matter what.”

“Okay,” you say, for some reason feeling braver after placing your faith along with your hand into the boy’s hand. He said he would, so of course he would save both of you. After all, he was your best friend and you don’t pick losers.

It was a lot harder though, when all was said and done. Yes, the two of you made it out of the cave alive, but not without nearly drowning, and you had slipped and injured your ankle along the way. Luckily, you did make it out, and while the two of you spent a cold wet night huddled together on the beach, you were alive. In the morning, you were rescued further as the search teams found. And while your mother had you wrapped up in her warmth and was crying and thanking the people over and over that had saved you, the same welcoming was not happening to the young boy. You could hear screaming as a woman in a fine dress and her husband yelled at the boy, your tiny hero, before there was a loud smack. You watch as the boy falls, hand clenched to her face, tears streaming down her face as her mother continues to land hard blows upon her body until she is dragged away. You cried out for you friend and as the two of you met eyes, for the first time you saw hatred reflected back at you. That was the day Min Yoongi stopped being your friend and became your tormentor.

He followed you everywhere, taunting you, breaking your things, and ultimately breaking you. Your mother finally quit working for her house the day he’d thrown your glasses into the garbage and you had come home, broken glasses in hand, face streaked with tears and reeking of garbage -you had finally confessed what had happened, what all had been happening. You had moved away, your mom working several jobs and then as well as yourself working, then you working to  pay your way through chef school and finally moving out into your own place. And all of it had just been destroyed because he found you.

You sigh looking up at your ceiling letting your anger consume you as you curse Min Yoongi to a lifetime of diarrhea. And an itchy butt. And you hoped her eyebrows fell out, just for good measure.

You look around your apartment one last time before closing the door with finality. this asshole, you think to yourself. “Just wait” you say as you look down at the address your brother had just texted you.

An hour later you stand before a gated house and ring the doorbell. And ring it. And ring it. And continue ringing it (after all it was nearly 6 am, and as you had learned that morning, if you want to ruin someone's day, do it first thing in the morning) until a sleepy figure stumbles outside and smacks your hand away. You take this opportunity to dart inside the gate and into the house carrying your things with you.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Yoongi yells at you from outside, beginning to stomp back to her front door. You could only grin as you take in the pajama bottoms and robe, while you stand there like a goddamn Amazonian queen, “You took my home. this is payback.” and then you dialed the police, “Yes? Officer? There’s a half naked man on my lawn, please send help! I’m so scared”

You couldn’t help the grin that covers your face as you smile at Yoongi, “Good luck asshole.” You say sweetly, before slamming the door in her face. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet as the sound of the lock turning over, followed a second later by desperate pounding at the door. And Yoongi could only pound on the door until the cops showed up and he explained that this was, in fact, her home, as well as that the intruder was actually you. The officers had asked him if he wanted you arrested and for once he let it go, telling them that you were having a lovers quarrel and apologizing that they had to come out over something so silly. As the cops pulled away, he went to the back of the house and slammed the sliding glass door open only to find the house seemingly empty. As he walked from room to room he couldn’t help but get angrier and angrier. But when he found you passed out on her bed, he paused, somehow her anger dissipating instantly. He stood there, looking at your sleeping body and wondered if you would ever know her real feelings for you. If he would ever be able to tell you. And the real question: could you forgive him? He knew it was asking a lot, but he could only hope. He sat and thought about how to express to you the things he needed to say. He wondered how exactly did one explain how guilty he felt about how he treated you, how he didn’t really understand why he went out of her way to make your life miserable back then…and then you had left him. How, when you left he realized just how broken he was inside. When he bought the building he couldn’t believe her luck when he saw your name as one of the tenants, but her old ways came back hard and for some ungodly childish reason he couldn’t control himself. That he should have been apologizing that morning and telling you how thankful he was that it had also brought you back to him. He guessed that it was far too late for him to ever have your forgiveness and he couldn’t help the smile that played on her mouth as he approached the bed. He reached out a hand to smooth back some hair that covered your face when you wherpered, “Yoongi...” he stilled, “…I’m sorry” you mumbled. What could you possibly be sorry for? He couldn’t help it, but it made him angry that you would apologize to him after everything he’d done and especially while in such a vulnerable state that the next thing he knew he was grabbing the blanket and ripping it away from your curled form. It’s momentum  sends you over the edge of the bed to land in a heap on the floor. You sit up cursing her very existence,

 “What the hell Y/N?!” He yells right back, while you could only manage to stare up at him from where you sat on the floor. But this time you weren’t having any of her bullshit. You jump up and get in her face “ What the hell? What do YOU mean what the hell? Who the hell buys a building solely to evict one person?! Are you that rich? Do you hate me that much?”

Yoongi yelled back, “Hell yeah I do!“ 

"You have issues, Min Yoongi! I did nothing to you except be born! Do you know how hard I worked to forget what you did to me? And you come just back,” you pause, swallowing thickly, you would not cry. Not here. Not now, “But not anymore! I won't let you break me again Yoongi. I am worth so much more than that!”

Exhausted, you  move to push around him but he grabs your wrists instead and pins you against the wall.

“Let me go you asshole!” you yell at him fighting back for once in your life, all while trying to hide your face and the tears that were no longer just threatening to spill over. “Can't you just hate me from a distance? I’m sorry your mom was a horrid cunt to you! I’m sorry, okay! But please, just let me go! Leave me alone” And then her hands were gone, and you were free. You couldn’t help it, you looked up and stared him in the eyes, for once determined to make him see how he wrecked you.

Yoongi could only stare at you, watching as the tears fell, tears once again caused by him, and then he heard the five words that ripped open her wounds, words he knew he deserved, said in a voice so broken he didn’t know where he should start to even attempt to repair it.

“I hate you Min Yoongi.“

He couldn’t stand it, he knew he deserved them but he just couldn’t stand there and just accept them. Accepting those words would be like giving up, and giving up probably the only pure thing he still had in her life. Had. And so he moved, not thinking about consequences, only a desire to cleanse those words from the air around him. He grabs you again, pushing you against the wall, capturing your face in one hand, forcing you to meet her eyes, while he brushes your hair away with the other, "Good. Never forget it.”

And then he crashes her mouth against yours.

You didn’t know how what was happening was happening and some stupid part of you was excited to have him pressed against you,  mouth was moving against yours and then you were responding and for some reason it felt so good–like coming home. It was like your body suddenly was against everything you wanted-you found yourself wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, a giggle bubbling up when you nipped at her lip and he groaned. and then you both were tearing at each other's clothes in desperation. And then the world stops making sense. You and Min Yoongi, enemy of the state #1 were having sex. And it was good. It felt so right, like you two had been made to fit each other only. When it was over he lay behind you, placing gentle kisses along your neck and down your collar bone. The last thing you remember before falling asleep in your enemy’s arms was Yoongi gently wherpering a muffled “I’m sorry” into your ear over and over.

When you wake, you are surprised to find an arm wrapped around your waist and you freeze as the memories of the night before come rushing back and you begin to mentally beat yourself up as you carefully slide out of the bed and grab your clothes, making a mad dash out of the house, dressing yourself along the way.

No way had you slept with Yoongi and enjoyed it. You were an idiot of the highest order. You slept with the man who wanted you homeless because he hated you.

You let out a deep sigh as you did a very new special walk of shame to your job, where your boss, Mandi greeted you by yelling, “Oi ! What cat pissed in your cheerios?”

Causing the other workers to laugh until you pinned them with your patented Crazy-eye ™, at which point they scurried away except for that moron Seokjin who slung his arm around your shoulders jovially, “So why is my favorite girl doing the walk of shame?”

You glare and shrug his arm off, “None of your business.” 

“Dude its obs-you’re like a whole 4 hours late-and you are never late. So what happened? Anyone I know?”

“You’ll just call me an idiot if I tell you.”

“I swear on cake I won't.”

You raise an eyebrow before saying a name you never thought you’d say just to see him eat his words. “Min Yoongi.”

“Shut the front door! You’re an idiot”

“The cake is ashamed of you and asks that you keep your distance.” You say as you move to the back rooms to put away your belongings.

Not giving up, Seokjin follows you, even going so far as to hand you your apron, “Seriously? Didn’t he like-”

“Terrorize me to the point of moving? Then find me years later and evict me? Yep.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“You okay?” Seokjin asked worriedly, For the shit talking between the two of you, you smile to know he does really care.

“I have to be.”

“Did you at least use a condom?” He asks.

“Oh my god.”

“You really are an idiot. But don’t worry…you know I’ve got your back right? Well, we’ve got your back.”

You could only stare at Seokjin as your mind whirls through the consequences of last night, “It should be fine right?” you ask.

“Sure, cupcake. Keep telling yourself that”

There is a ding from the door and you see your brother Jungkook shuffles in with your other brother Namjoon, and giving Seokjin a look that clearly says “Keep your mouth shut if you want to live” you take a deep breath and head behind the counter to wash your hands, greeting them as you go.

“COFFEE. COFFEE NOW.” Namjoon grunts demandingly, taking a seat and burying her head in her hands,  while Jungkook adds a half-hearted “Please…and a raspberry jelly for me.”

“Rough night?” You ask as you pour the two men coffee and grab Jungkook her donut and slide it in front of them.

Jungkook grins, “Nah, Joon thought he could out drink me. He thought wrong.”

“Shhhhhhhhh!! You’re so loud,” hersed Namjoon, shoving a hand at Jungkook’s face and missing entirely.

You grin and speak extra loud, “Shouldn’t you know by now to let the kids drink and you go home and sleep?”

Namjoon just glares at you, “I have a gun.”

“I aint scared of you.”

The shop bursts into laughter as Namjoon buries her head in her arms on the counter, “Why do you hate me so much?” He whines.

“Mom likes you more, and I’m a petty bitch.”

Jungkook grins, “But she likes me most!”

Both you and Namjoon glare at him, “Shut up!”

Yoongi wakes up to an empty bed and he frowns, crawling out of bed and pulling on her boxers. He wanders around the house looking for you, hoping that you haven't run away and when he can’t find you, her heart sinks. Was he that awful that you would still run away from him even after what you had shared? And worse, what if he had gone too far this time?

He makes her way back to her room and grabs her phone, calling her secretary.

“Yo.” Answered Hoseok.

“Really that’s how you answer the phone? You do know that I am your boss right?”

“Debatable today.”

Yoongi rolls her eyes, “Anyways, I need you to find someone…”

“Well you know Imma need a little more…”

“Y/N. You remember her right?”

“You mean the girl you tortured in school because you didn’t have the balls to tell her how you lurrrrrrrved her.”

“I see you wish to die today.”

“No, not today. So you wish for me to find your wayward love?”

“Yeah.”

“Mandi’s shop.” Hoseok cheerfully replied, as if this should be common knowledge. 

“Oh yeah, great idea bring me some coffee please?”

“No, you idiot, Y/N works there. She is actually her partner” Hosoek irritatingly says matter of factly.

“The hell?! Why do you know this but I don’t?”

“Dude, seriously? You do know they were friends growing up and just because you made her run away by being a complete ass doesn’t mean they stopped being friends.”

“My best friend and my sister have been lying to me.” 

“It’s not lying when you never asked. But Yoongi…you should let her go. It’s been a long time and I know you had feelings but with how you treated her–“

"She was here.” Yoongi grunted, running a hand over her face as he stood in her closet trying to think of what to wear. What says “I come in peace”? Maybe he could get Hoseok to dress up as Spock and talk to Y/N before he does. 

“What? And you’re alive?”

“Yeah. We…um…she was gone this morning,” Yoongi sits down on her bed, running a hand through her hair.

"Oh…” and as realization hits, Hoseok intones sagely,” ...oh my god you’re fucking moron.”

“You know I can fire you.”

“Please bitch, I know all your deepest darkest secrets you ain’t gonna fire me.”

“Just…shit…what should I do?” Yoongi asks, finally letting go of her big bad boss act.

“Dude, I don’t know. You slept with her…maybe you should just…”

“I um…fucked up more than that…” He thinks about how you had felt, how he had felt...how absolutely perfect it had been for just one night, A flicker of fear strums through her heart at the thought that this was not salvageable at all. 

“No. no way. Our friendship is over.” Hoseok cracks from the other side of the phone.

“Just help me okay?” 

There was a long pause before he heard a heavy sigh, “Fine, but no games. She has a good thing going on and you-”

“I swear it's different this time!” Yoongi pleads. 

“Whatever. I should warn you though.”

“Warn me about what?”

“Her brothers.”

“Namjoon and Jungkook? We were old friends, what about them?”

“You were old friends until they found out how you treated her. And bonus points-they are both cops now. Partners even, so you should probably pray for your soul.”

With a groan, Yoongi finally gets up and begins to get dressed putting Hoseok on speakerphone. “I’m so dead.”  

“Yep,” affirms Hoseok, “So does that mean I can have your stuff?” 

Rolling her eyes and thinking he really needs a new assistant, Yoongi growls out“See you at the office.” only to hear Hoseok laughing before he hangs up the phone. 

Yoongi finishes getting dressed, and running a hand over her face as he contemplates this new information. You’d been right under her nose the entire time and everyone had kept it a secret. He guessed he deserved it though, he was a complete and utter ass to you. He also guesses it’s time to make it up to you and hopefully, you would forgive him and let him into your heart, where he belonged. After all, you’d always been in his.

2 months later

Yoongi stands outside her (former) sister’s shop watching as you serve your customers, and realizes sadly that it was the first time in a long time that  he’d really ever seen you smile. He wanted that smile for himself and himself alone, but he wasn’t sure how to get it. When he had remodeled your former apartment, expanding it through the two vacant units on either side of you, you just got mad at him for evicting you, when he was just redoing the apartment and you claimed it was far too large for you by yourself now. But that was the point wasn't it? He was hoping that somehow you would just...come back to him on your own and he wouldn’t really have to put any work in. Yoongi realizes then that he is an absolute dumbass.

After all, nothing he’d done so far had managed to make you smile at him or hell just give him the time of day and he was beyond frustrated. Couldn’t you see how hard he was trying for you?

Mandi pokes her head out of the shop interrupting his train of thought,

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps at him.

“Wow, do you greet all your customers like this?”

“Yoongi. Listen. Whatever it this is about now isn’t–”

Realization hits for the second time that morning, “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Mandi pauses, looking him up and down, “There’s nothing to tell if you already know.”

He could almost feel the metaphorical walls slamming down around him as Mandi went on guard. “Mandi!”

“No. Not about ther.”

“I’ve known for almost a month.”

“Then you should go know somewhere else.”  Mandi stepped outside, becoming a most effective blockade. If someone was to ever wage war against his sister, his money, hell, his entire fortune would be on Mandi.

“Listen, you’re my brother and I love you and I know you know what you did wrong, and really it's sweet you want to make amends but …Yoongi, sometimes things…”

“I slept with her.”

“Do you want a trophy?” Mandi snapped, her fists clenched, before she  shook her head, “you have five seconds or I’m opening ther door and I’m calling her brothers out here.”

“We didn’t use protection.”

“Well then I guess today you die you little fucking weasel.”

“I love her.”

That’s when he remembered his sister’s left hook and then the lights went out.

Mandi stomps into the store grabbing you by the arm and dragging you upstairs ignoring your protests, shoving you into the bedroom and giving you a look reserved for her son’s Taehyung and Jimin when they are acting up. “Stay.”

Mandi goes back downstairs and motions Namjoon and Kookie over, “Listen, I know you hate Min Yoongi with like the passion of 7 fiery suns but I need you to hold that rage in and help me get his ass inside.”

Namjoon was already up and out the door at the sound of Min Yoongi’s name, and seconds later was dragging a barely conscious Yoongi in by the collar. While Kookie held open the door, Namjoon made sure Yoongi purposely whacked his head on the door frame and when Mandi winced he gave her a look that clearly said “sorry not sorry” before dropping Yoongi on the shop floor like the sorry sack of shit he thought he was.

“I’m sorry folks,” Mandi announces, “due to my crazy family, the shop will be closing early.”

The patrons all scrambled out of the shop while Jungkook handcuffed Yoongi to a chair and dumped a cup of ice water on him.

Yoongi jerked back, fully awake now and met by 3 pairs of eyes. 3 very angry pairs of eyes. He shook his head and tried to move but found himself handcuffed to the chair and he gives Mandi a look that says “Really?”

“Kook uncuff him. Seriously. And you and Joon leave.”

“No.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Okay, but we get dibs if you decide to kill him.” Jungkook, grumbles as he undoes the handcuffs.

“I’m not going to kill him. Today.”

“Fine.”

Jungkook finishes unlocking the cuffs and Yoongi immediately rubs at his wrists and watches warily as Jungkook and Namjoon leaves the shop, rolling his eyes when Jungkook gives him the international sign for “I’m watching you” while Joon drew his thumb across his neck. They were dramatic as fuck, but then again he might just be dramatically fucked.

Mandi pulls up a chair and sits across from Yoongi and stares at him for several long moments until Yoongi breaks the silence, “Just say it.”

“Why?”

“It just happened like that.”

“Bullshit.”

Yoongi sighed, “I’ve grown up since then. I no longer want to pull her hair.”

“Clearly. And you didn’t just pull her hair, you did a lot worse.”

“Shouldn’t you be on my side?”

“I am fucking Switzerland.”

Yoongi couldn’t help the anger that swelled up and choked him, “Clearly not. You knew where she was all these years and you never said anything. This is why you never let me come to the shop then? You knew I was looking for her, that I wanted-”

“Of course,” interrupted Mandi. 

“Why?”

“Because you are an idiot who doesn’t know how to communicate. Look at what happened--when you did find her, your first action was to take her home. Who fucking does that shit?”

“You’re right, I was. I was cruel and spiteful. Keyword: was.”

“Bullshit. Taking away her home wasn’t because you were being spiteful. You wanted what she had. That’s called envy. She left because she wanted to live, and the only way she could was to leave. You made it like this. I almost lost my friend. So of course I kept it a secret.” Mandi sighed, rubbing her hand over her face. “Look I know. I know what y

our mom and dad did. How they treated us. We were mere points on a checklist of creating a picture perfect family. But you had no right-”

“I was stupid. You think I don’t know? That I don’t regret it? I love her. I always have.”

“Actions-”

“Speak louder than words I know. I’m trying to fix that now!”

Mandi closes her eyes, debating her next few words  "Can I trust you? That’s the-“ ”

“Yes. I swear I'll spend my life…”

“Doing what?” You interrupt, “Sorry, since you seem to be discussing me I couldn’t stay put,” you say to Mandi. “Yoongi I don’t want your money and if you are worried because we didn’t…,” you swallow before continuing with a brave face, “....I’ll be fine. but you really have to stop sending me presents. I don’t want them. Can’t you just stay…”

“Y/N I’m sorry. I was an ass.”

“Still an ass.” Mandi interrupts, “Look, you two clearly need to talk this out so I’m out. Come on Seokjin, let’s go see a movie.”

With that Seokjin and Mandi beat a hasty retreat leaving the two of you alone.

“Your jaw is swelling.” You say after noticing the blossoming bruise that marred his handsome face. Handsome? What the hell were you even thinking?

“Mandi hit me.”

“Why?”

“I told her what happened. She’s very protective of you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Y/N…that night…I shouldn’t have that.”

“I let you. It wasn’t just you alone.”

“Please, just listen. I’m sorry. For everything. And I’m sorry for not saying that when we met again. It's just…”

“It's just..what?” You questioned, meeting his eyes. 

“I don’t know. When I look at you I want you. You are so good and pure and you deserve the world. I wanted you to myself but I was scared…”

“Scared of?”

“You.”

“Me?” You scoff at the idea of anyone being afraid of you.

“Yeah,” Yoongi stood and walked over to you. “You had everything even though you had nothing. Brothers who worshiped you, a mother who did everything for you…what if I ruined that? What if my mother-”

“How would you ruin that?” You ask, finding patience from who knows where.

“I was messed up…and the older I got the worse…things got worse. You saw, you can’t pretend you didn’t. I took out my suffering on you because nothing good could possibly exist and you were just hiding your real nature. But you never retaliated. You kept reaching out to me over and over again. ”

“But I did retaliate.”

“By locking me out of my house after I took yours? Not really. I mean…I deserve far worse,” chucked Yoongi. He wanted so badly to touch you, to pull you into his arms and just...feel you. 

You stare at Yoongi. This broken version of Yoongi with tears in his eyes. Could you trust him? You wanted to give him a chance.

“Let’s….go on a date.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, “What?”

“You like me right?”

“Well–I mean–I did when I was—I do”

“Take me on a date, final offer going in one–two..”

“Fine! I’ll take you on a damn date,” Yoongi smiles.

“No fancy shit tho. $100 limit.”

“I’ll take you on the best damn date of your life!”

“Good.”

Yoongi didn’t know why he was being snippy now, but as he left the shop he couldn’t help but do a little cheer when he got into his car. Hoseok rolled his eyes and politely ignored him.

Yoongi stood at the door of your apartment, and for the first time in his life he hesitated, hand poised to ring the doorbell, and then you swung open the door and suddenly the world stopped. You looked amazing. Your hair was curled, makeup accenting your eyes perfectly, wearing black skinny slacks, a hound’s-tooth patterned sweater over a white button down and pink heels. He took in the perfection that was you and thought, “She was made for me.”

And the fear was gone as he smiled at you and he took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah let me grab my purse,” you say as you try to let go of his hand to grab the bag on the chair beside your front door but he wouldn’t let go. You couldn’t help the blush that blossomed over your cheeks as he stepped inside and grabbed the bag for you and waited for you to lock up so you both could leave.

He pulled you along, never letting go, until he reached his car and opened the door. It was only enough time for him to run around and get the car moving before he was locking fingers with you again.

“What’s up with you?” You smirk.

“Just…making up for lost time.”

“What?”

“I just…I should have been doing this for years now.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “So…are you always this cheesy?”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide, “I mean…I’m not…no…,” Yoongi stuttered and then stopped, “I guess I am cheesy it's just…I can tell you I’m sorry but…”

“Actions speak louder than words?”

“I see you have met my sister,” he joked softly, “And we’re here.”

“A movie? Really?”

“I always had wished to take you…”

Yoongi’s eyes stared into yours, “Yoongi…” you say timidly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not her anymore you know? I grew up…you grew up…let’s leave it behind us and start fresh yeah?”

“What do you mean?”

You stick your hand out, “Hi, my name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yoongi stared at you you’d suddenly sprouted a third eye on your nose before awkwardly taking your hand and shaking it, “Min Yoongi…the pleasure is all mine.”

You can’t help but laugh at his stunned expression, not knowing he was just in shock from receiving your smile. To him, your smile in that moment could have powered a thousand suns. 

Yoongi was quiet but still took your hand and you entered the theater with a smile on your face, happy that things were getting better, that you could almost believe you had your first love back.

2 hours later.

“Yoongi,  why are you pouting?” You ask as you take his hand.

“Look no matter how I look at it, it's just not fair.”

“What’s not?”

“Mandi. Seokjin. They have spent years with you…years that should have been with me.”

“I thought we were moving forward.”

“But.”

You sighed. “Look. You want to know the truth?”

Yoongi stopped and stared at you, “yes.”

“Okay then.” You face him, “You crushed me in every way possible. You were my world. I followed you everywhere. I trusted you, and you were always there and then you weren’t. The night we got stuck in the cave I gave you my faith—but it also is and was the moment I gave my whole heart to you, willingly, without any doubt. And the next day when we were found…you stomped on it. And you continued to stomp on it. I cried so many tears everyday because I hoped that one day my hero would come back. But he never did. He became a villain.” You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks, “And even through all that I still…” you sighed. “I can't do this Yoongi. I can't. I’m sorry,  I was wrong to try.” You turned on your heel and ran away, ignoring him yelling after you, you just ran until you couldn’t hear him anymore. 

And then you found the alcohol.

You sat at the outside bar drinking as you thought about the past two months. All the things you had done with Yoongi , and how disgusted you were with yourself for letting your old feelings come back so easily. You knew it wasn’t the right choice, but it was the one you wanted. You had decided to drown yourself in alcohol,  and you were on your third bottle when the object of your conflicting emotions, sat down across from you.

“Y/N.”

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Drinking!” Your giggle turns to a frown when you hear the heavy sigh come across from you, “Are you judging me? It’s not nice to judge you know! “

“Why are you drinking Y/N?”

“Because,” you leaned forward, whispering conspiratively, “I’ve been bad.”

“Bad? How so?”

You sigh dreamily, a wistful smile playing upon your lips, “There’s this guy…”

“There always is.”

“Shhh! This is my story!” You shout.

“Sorry.”

“Where was I?” 

“Something about a guy…”

“SHHHHHH! So rude interrupting me! Anyways…I’m supposed to hate him but…” you thump your chest hard as tears prick your eyes, “But…”

“But what?”

“I can't…I remember him before…and the him that I remember…he’s still there…and all the warning alarms are going off and I’m so scared to love him but I…I think…”

“You think?”

You lay your head on the table, mumbling, “Think it’s too late…think I love him. Think it has always been too late for me. Even after all the bullshit…you see…he’s still here” You thump your chest hard and sigh as you feel the tears slide down your cheek to land on the table, “ I love him and I don’t want to…I didn’t mean too…”

“Mean to what?” 

“To love him, but…”

“You do.”

“Yeah” you whisper softly.

“Yoongi…” you can feel the man smile, you don’t know how you know but you do, “why do I have to love you?”

“You love me?” He asks, the hope wrapped in fear in his voice twisting your heart even more than all the past crap that had happened. You wanted to let it go. You wanted to love him. You can only nod your head as your eyes slide close, and you struggle against the darkness when you hear him whisper, “I love you too Y/N…I’m just scared…I’m not good enough…I was such an ass…and I know you said to let it go…but God Y/N…I should have treated you like a princess…because the truth is…”

Those words cause you to sit up, eyes squinting hard as you try to make out his face, “Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

You lean forward and his face comes into focus, a smile spreads on your face and you lean forward to press your lips to his, softly at first, and then he responds, a hand sliding up your arm to cup your neck as you express to him what you can’t say in words. This was so much better than petty arguments and revenge pranks.  

You pull away, breathing heavy as you rest your forehead against his, “Yoongi,” you whimper, keeping your eyes firmly on the buttons of his shirt, scared to look up, scared to see the fear in his eyes. Does he not know?  “Can I…can I be yours?“ You ask in a voice so quiet it is almost lost in the noise of the world that surrounds you. 

"Can you forgive me?” The pain in his voice was sharp. “I forgive you.” You whisper into his mouth as you make promises with your lips.

He pulls away for a moment, and you lock eyes finally. “Then believe me when I say, I was always yours, and you were always mine.” 

“I was?”

The amount of disbelief in your voice causes Yoongi to tear up as he pulls you into his arms, “Kitten?”

“Yeah,” you say as you rest your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

This time it was his turn to ask, “Am I yours?”

“You always were Yoongi. I was just waiting for you to remember where home was.”

Yoongi places the softest of kisses on each of your eyelids, and then he kisses away your tears and finally his mouth was on yours, and the kiss was full of yearning. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You ask, sad he had pulled away. 

“Don’t leave me again…I love you too.”

“Okay.”

[shitpissboi]

Alone Together

Summary- The holidays are always hell, and sometimes you just need to be alone together with your boyfriends and your dumbass friends. 

Word Count- 3476

Pairing- Katuski Bakugou x Reader x Hitoshi Shinsou 

Warnings- Swearing, detailed use of marijuana, stalker behavior (kinda, just given as a backstory at the very beginning), aged up characters.

 A/N- Hello everybody! This is actually the first fic that i’ve written in well over a year, so forgive me if my writing is still a little rusty! I hope you like this fic, and thank you for taking the time to read it! :) (Edit: Honeslty thank you so much to everyone that’s interacted with this post! I did not expect it too get so many notes, so thank you all!🥺🖤)

You sighed as you walked into your apartment, the stress of the past week weighing heavily on your shoulders. This entire week had been awful, not only had you been made to work over time almost every day this week at the cafe, a new regular has apparently made it his sole mission in life to make your life hell after you rejected his advances. He had asked for your number last week and you politely declined, telling him that you already had two wonderful boyfriends that made you extremely happy.  

Ever since then, he had made sure to come into the cafe every time you worked just to make your job as hard as possible. Calling you names, commenting about your appearance, making you remake every single thing he ordered several times, just to name a few things. Coupling all of that with everything else that happened this week, it would be safe to say that it was one of the worst weeks you’ve had this year. All you wanted to do now was curl up with your boyfriends, smoke, and watch trashy television. 

Said boyfriends were already on the couch as you walked into the living room, lavender locks leaning against the back of the couch, one hand using the remote to look for something to watch, the other hand running through the messy blonde hair that was sitting in his lap. Your other boyfriend was sprawled out across the couch, laying his head in sleep deprived man's lap as he was texting away on his phone, only the former noticing your quiet entrance. 

“Hey Kitten, how was work today?” The former asked, altering Katsuki to presence. He looked up from his phone the same time Hitoshi looked away from the TV, both of them noticing something was wrong right away. Katsuki immediately sat up and moved to the other end of the couch, leaving just enough room for you to sit comfortably in between the two men. You plopped onto the couch and threw your head back and just groaned, earning a small chuckle from the two.

“That bad Teddy Bear?” Katsuki asked, repositioning you so your head was laying on his lap and your legs were on Hitoshis. You just nodded your head and pushed your face into his abdomen, trying not to cry out of frustration.He ran his fingers through your hair as Hitoshi started to rub your sore feet, helping you to relax. 

“I don’t really want to talk about it.. Can we just smoke and watch shitty TV please..?” The lavender haired man smiled softly at the pout in your voice, carefully moving your legs to get up before you could even finish what you were saying. 

“Of course we can baby. We're gonna have to call Tape Face though, your shitty boyfriend smoked the rest of it last night.” The pomeranian growled out teasingly, effectively bringing a laugh out of you. 

“He’s your boyfriend too Katsuki.” You laughed, sitting up straight and stretching. You watched as Hitoshi walked back into the living room, carrying all the things you would need for the nights sesh. You smiled up at him gratefully and pulled out your phone, quickly texting Sero and asking if he was busy. Hitoshi set up the items on the table then sat down on the chaise part of the couch, pulling you to sit in between his legs. Katsuki had gotten up to get drinks and snacks for the three of you, making sure to also grab your favorite. Hitoshi started to scroll through Hulu, settling on My Strange Addiction for now, when your phone started ringing. Sero’s name flashed on your phone, answering it immediately. 

“Hey mami! What’s up beautiful?” You laughed as you felt Hitoshis grip tighten around you, Sero has been your friend since you were little kids, growing up in the same neighborhood. If he wasn’t dating Denki when he first introduced you to the Bakusquad then they would’ve thought you guys were together with how much you two flirt. 

“Hey Sero. I know it’s late notice but could you make a delivery tonight, preferably soon?” 

“Of course (Y/NN), your week not getting any better?” He asked, genuine worry seeping into his voice. 

“No, it hasn’t. And a certain SOMEONE,” You looked up at Hitoshi and nudged him with your elbow. “Smoked the rest of what we had this morning and didn’t bother to restock.” He simply rolled his eyes at you. 

“You know, if you keep being a brat, then i’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, Kitten.” Hitoshi teased. 

“Shinsou Hitoshi! You can’t say things like that on call!” You pouted, hitting him lightly in the chest. You could hear Sero, and Denki since they were always together, losing their shit over the phone. You growled and put the phone back to your ear. 

“You know I was gonna invite you guys to smoke with us but I don’t like to hang out with fucking bullies!” You growled into the phone, but started laughing as Kaminari immediately started to back track and apologize, making Sero laugh even harder.

“Just your ass over here already, and bring Kiri and Mina too if they want, we haven’t hung out as a group in forever.” You rolled your eyes as you heard Denki runoff in the background, yelling at Kiri and Mina to get their asses ready, then hearing a loud thud, making your and Hitoshi look at each other curiously. 

“We’ll be over in 20 minutes babes... God dammit Denks how many times do I have to tell you not to ru-” The phone quickly hung, making you two roll your eyes yet again, you swear that over excited dumbass is one of the only things that can make Sero lose his never ending patience. You gently threw your phone onto the coffee table and relaxed back into the purple haired man. He kissed your forehead and wrapped himself around you tightly, allowing you to fully relax into his embrace. 

-

About 25 minutes later, a knock startles you from your happy daze. Seeing as Katsuki had taken Hitoshi’s previous position, Hitoshi your position against Katsuki, and you snuggled into Katsuki’s side, you got up to answer the door. As soon as you opened the door you were trapped by a hug from Sero. You relished in the hug for a couple seconds before pulling back and letting him, followed by Denki, Mina, and Kiri. Denki and Kiri immediately made a bee line for the couch, fighting over who would get a hug from their best friend first. (Hitoshi and Katsuki respectively.) 

“Well it’s nice to see you guys too, damn.” You mumbled, laughing a little at the end as you see your boyfriends immediately get annoyed with the two loud intrusions. 

“How much you wanna bet they’ll be dead within 30 mintues?” Mina said, pulling you into a side hug.  

“I give it 20. Tops.” Sero stated as you hug Mina back, leaning into the peck she gave you on the cheek before going to wrangle Kiri in before Katsuki tried to blow him up. 

“How’re you doing babes?” Sero asked, turning toward you while he slid his backpack off. 

“I’m okay right now, a lot better than earlier. I’m so fuckin ready to get stoned though.” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. 

“I’m just glad that you're feeling better. I swear the next time that bastardo shows his face i’m gonna beat his ass.” He growled, cracking his knuckles to try to be intimidating. 

“Get in line Tape Face! Now get the fuck over here so we can get this started!” Katsuki yelled, making you let out a small giggle. Sero followed you into the living room where the chaos had already started. Denki was being half heartedly being consoled by Mina as he cried at Hitoshi for cuddling Katsuki and not him. Meanwhile Hitoshi was glaring daggers and Kiri, who was sitting in your previous spot, and addimently talking to Katsuki. 

You simply rolled your eyes and sat at the end of the chaise, Sero sitting in between your legs on the floor. He pulled a ziplock bag out of his backpack and grabbed the grinder off the table, promptly starting to break up the bigger nugs and put them into the grinder. You reached around him and grabbed your bong and a water bottle, pouring some water into the bong. Hitoshi had noticed you guys sit down and grabbed the bottle out of your hand when you were done, trading it with a lighter. Not even a couple minutes later Sero was handing you the grinder and you opened it, starting to pack a bowl while he got the stuff ready to roll a blunt.

You packed the bowl as full as you could and held the lighter to the bowl, starting to inhale. About 10 seconds later, when the chamber was sufficiently filled with smoke, you pulled the bowl out and inhaled again, relishing the feeling of the smoke settling into your lungs as you passed the bong and lighter to Sero. You held it for a couple more seconds before slowly letting the smoke out, feeling yourself relax with the exhale. You took the bag sitting next to Sero and continued to grind for him as he took a hit before passing it to Hitoshi. 

You watched Hitoshi take a hit as you continued to twist the grinder back and forth, smiling when he grabbed Katsuki by the collar and exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Katsuki blushed furiously, always being caught off guard when the younger man did things like that, and angrily buried his face into his neck. Hitoshi smirked as he looked down, handing the bong off to an unsuspecting Kiri. (Kiri, Denki, and Mina seriously didn’t realize you guys started until they were dead ass handed the bong-) 

Pulling your attention away from your lovers, you handed the full grinder to the man below you, seeing that he already had a blunt wrap split and emptied out. However he just handed the grinder and the tray to Hitoshi, knowing the exhausted man can roll a much prettier blunt than he can. Your head snapped up as you heard Denki start coughing and watched as Mina ripped the bong out of his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to cough into the bong Denki! I swear every time you hit a bong you cough into it!” She yelled, using the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the water off the outside of the glass instrument. 

“You're still coughing into the damn bong Kaminari?!” You exasperated, staring at him bewildered. It’s been a good couple months since you had all been able to get together, and in that time he had finally decided to move in with Sero. Sero was the second biggest stoner you’ve ever met, just being beat by Hitoshi, and his favorite thing to use was a bong, you would’ve thought he had taught him by now. 

“No matter how many times I tell him he still does it, so now I make him roll a blunt or use a pipe.” Sero shrugged, moving so he could sit between his boyfriend’s legs instead. 

“It’s not my fault my lungs are so bad! Whenever I fry myself it fucks up my lungs!” He whined, leaning forward and draping himself of the latino dramatically. 

“Which is exactly why you should learn how to use the fucking bong, idiot.” Katsuki spoke up, seemingly over his flustered state for the moment. Denki just whined dramatically, causing you all to sigh in irritation. Mina rolled her eyes and took her hit before passing it off to you. You gripped it tightly and stood up on the couch, very carefully going over to Katsuki and sitting in his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you and his chin resting on your shoulder.  

You held the bong against your lips and went to light the bowl only for Katsuki to snatch it from you, making your lean away and glare at him. He smirked at you and flicked the lighter on, bringing it to the bowl. You rolled your eyes and smirked, putting your mouth back to the bong and inhaling as he lit it for you. You inhaled for a good 15 seconds before he pulled the bowl away, allowing you to inhale the smoke into your lungs. You handed the bong off to him and watched as he leaned it, very clearly wanting you to share the hit with him. 

You smiled at the secretly needy man holding you, softly tangling your hand with the hair at the base of his neck and gently pushing him forward. You tilted your head and let the smoke flow from your parted lips into his open mouth before sealing your lips together. Your lips molded together perfectly with his, the rest of the smoke seeping through your nose before you pulled away, still smiling. 

You looked on as he opened his eyes, a soft smile settling onto his features before he exhaled fully. You closed your eyes and leaned against him, contentment washing over your body for the first time during this hell week. He chuckled and leaned back against the couch again, taking you with him. You listened to him take another hit and felt as he inhaled and exhaled, feeling the smoke blow across your head as he blew you. He handed the bong off and let his head rest on the back of the couch, slightly tightening his hold on you. 

You heard Kiri take another hit as Mina, Sero, and Denki started another fight, letting out a giggle and Katsuki and Hitoshi let out a groan at the same time. You felt Katsuki reach up but paid it no mind until Hitoshi spoke up.

“Hey! That’s no fuckin fair Katsu! You can’t just turn off your hearing aids and leave us to suffer!” Hitoshi let out, holding the frash blunt in the side of his mouth while he signed for Katsuki. Your eyes snapped open and you sat up, giving the blonde your own glare, starting to sign for him. 

“Suki! You said you were going to leave them on this time!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest when you were done using your hands. 

“I’m not gonna listen to these shitty extras fight the whole time, so until they shut the fuck up, i’m leaving them off.” He signed, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

“You’re such a fukin asshole suki!” You grumbled, making sure to not sign to him. He just stuck his middle finger up at you and laughed. You just turned away and looked to Hitoshi, taking the blunt out of his mouth and grabbing the lighter. He tried to grab it back but stopped when he saw the mischief in your eyes, sitting back to watch you. You lit the blunt and took a long drag, passing it to Sero on the ground before climbing on Hitoshis’s lap. You gently grabbed his face and opened his mouth slightly with your thumb. 

You let the smoke fall from your lips and past his, watching as he sucked in the hit before dipping down to kiss him, raking your right hand through his hair. He pushed up into the kiss, making sure to make a show of grabbing your ass, opening his eyes slightly to lazily glance over at Katsuki, smirking to find him growling at you two. 

“Oh come on, get a room you horny lil freaky fucks.” Denki called out, making you burst everyone but Katsuki and Hitoshi burst out into laughter, the latter just deadpanning. You fell too the side to the side of Hitoshi, bumping into Katsuki’s still crossed legs, pulling yourself up when you calmed yourself down. 

“What in the fuck did you just call us?!” You asked, noting that Katsuki was signing to Hitoshi and asking what in the hell Denki just said. Said man just shrugged, leaning back against the couch. 

“A horny little freaky fuck.” He stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world, causing Mina, Kiri, and Sero to start laughing again. Katsuki had turned his hearing aids on again at this point and had heard what he said. 

“If you call my boyfriend and girlfriend that again i’m gonna kick your fucking ass dunce face.” Katsuki rumbled, grabbing his friend by the collar. You just laughed and reached over to his arm, lacing your hand with his and pulling it back to you, kissing the back of it and wrapping it around yourself. He tightened his grip on you and used his other hand to hold Hitoshi’s, growling at Denki. 

Denki yelped and jumped off the couch, lowering himself and trying to hide behind Sero, crying Katsuki not to hurt him. Sero just mumbled a “Fucking idiot”, and pulled the yellow haired man against him, leaving his arm around his waist. By this time the blunt had gotten back around to Katsuki and he took his arm off you to take a big hit, moving to lean against the arm of the couch so he could continue holding his boyfriend's hand. 

The blond passed the blunt to you when he was done, and you quickly started to inhale, smiling at the familiar burn in the back of your throat. You inhaled for a good while before passing it over to Hitoshi, laying back so your head was now in your other lovers lap. He automatically brought a hand up to your head and raked it through your hair a couple times before simply resting it on top. 

You closed your eyes as it finally started to hit you, allowing you to fully relax into your lover. You tuned out the rest of the conversations and background noise easily, focusing on the feeling of Katsuki’s hand on your head and Hitoshi moving so he was laying on your lap while still holding Katsuki’s hand. The blunt got passed around a couple more times before it was finally done, the bong getting thrown in here and there. You had ended up in a position where sitting up against the back of the couch and his legs apart as you sat between them and leaned against him and the arm of the couch. Hitoshi had crawled between the older man's legs and laid his head in your lap, practically purring as you pet his hair.

You were brought back down to reality when Hitoshi got up to grab a drink and change the TV, putting on something funny and didn’t need to be thought about too much. You sat up to, much to your blonde lovers grievance, and reached toward Hitoshi with a pout. He just let out a chuckle and grabbed your favorite drink and snack off the table, handing them to you as he got comfortable in your lap again. You happily took a sip of your drink and set it next to you, making sure to screw the cap tight, before opening your snack.

You munched it absentmindedly and leaned back against the arm of the couch, smiling up at the blonde and offering one to him. He looked around before begrudgingly opening his mouth, allowing you to place the tasty treat inside. You giggled as he grumbled and looked away, still not used to his friends seeing him act “soft”. You heard your other boyfriend let out a laugh at the explosive hero, genuinely happy that he still continues to try and open up to those close to him, especially after the last couple being rough on everyone.

The holidays brought stress to everyone, the spike in crime making the heros (Kirishima, Denki, Katsuki, and Hitoshi.) over work themselves more than usual and become even more exhausted. While you, Mina, and Sero all had to deal with the wonders of working retail and food service during this time, always seeming to get stuck with the absolute worst customers that would threaten your job and life. 

The last month has clearly taken a chunk out of everyone, and the almost always rowdy group was just thankful to finally get a restful and relaxing night. Even if the group was full of impulsive ideas and even more impulsive decisions, they never felt more safe than when in each other's company, mastering the art of being alone together when it was truly needed. You smiled as you came to this realisation, knowing that no matter what happened or what obstacles would be thrown your way, as long as you had your boyfriends and your friends, everything was going to be alright. You are going to be alright.

Masterlist

Posted 12/19/2020

[a-n-conrad]

Cat and Mouse (PS4! Felicia Hardy x Reader)

[Summary: Being a new hero in New York was hard. It was even harder when all of Spider-man’s old villains broke out of the raft. You had worked with him enough, so when he called and asked you to help with a side project while he was busy, you agreed. Little did you know, the game of cat and mouse would end a lot differently than you expected. (She/her pronouns)

Warnings: Technology that I don’t understand, Cops, mentions of sexual themes, swearing

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/37LyBcqSDHttv2Da9)]

You back hurt. Your chest hurt. Everything hurt. You had been out late at night, helping Spider-man stop a string of simple robberies throughout the city. You were still new at the whole hero thing, so you took quite a few hits. 

You had just started your hero work recently, after discovering that you had the power to summon a pair of wings to appear on your back out of nothing. They were nearly bullet proof, and after a bit of practice you could fly pretty fast. You were still getting used to actually using the wings in combat, though, and they weren’t much help when it came to anything stealthy. So there was still quite a bit of work for you to do.

But your rest was cut short by a familiar ringtone, “Uuuugh. What do you want, Spidey?”

“Sorry to wake you up, Angel,” It was odd to have a hero name like that, one that sounded like a pet name. He always said it so formally, though, which you appreciated, “I’m a little busy at the moment, but an old… friend of mine is in town, and I was wondering if you could help me out.”

“I’m not dealing with any of your big villains,” You said. A lot of them had broken out recently. You understood that it was a lot of work for him, but you really weren’t ready to deal with any of them.

“No, no, it's not that,” He sounded exhausted, “Blackcat might be back in business, and I was wondering if you could just check out what’s going on? I’ll send you the address she told me to go to, just check it out and see what’s up, so I have time to deal with everyone else?”

You had heard of Blackcat. She was good at what she did, but she wasn’t exactly dangerous. She played games, but she wasn’t likely to try to murder you, “Yeah, okay. As long as I don’t have to deal with any of your weird homicidal arch enemies.”

- - - - -

Maybe you were stupid to think this would go well. Finding the message she left for Spidey was pretty easy. Using the camera to find her little cat robot was pretty easy, too. What made it a lot worse, was the second you hung up the call with the police captain that Spidey had been working with, your phone pinged with an influx of notifications. Your map app had lit up like a Christmas tree with new addresses that Blackcat wanted you, or, well, Spidey, to go to.

You were pretty surprised, though, when your phone started ringing with a call from a number you had never seen before, “Hello?”

“Well, hey there, birdie,” You hear a voice purr from the other side, “I wasn’t expecting Spidey to send his pretty new sidekick, but I won’t say I’m upset.”

“I’m not a sidekick,” You say, trying to sound tough. Though, you couldn’t help but blush a little at the word pretty, “Did you need something, Cat? I thought you had retired.”

“Maybe I just want to play a game,” She purrs, “Won’t you play with me?”

- - - - -

She didn’t seem upset that it was you instead of Spider-man. She really seems to just be playing games, so you thought after she realized it was you instead of her boy-toy, she’d get bored. But she still seemed to be having fun. She had set up all the clues, and you could tell they were new, since the recordings were addressed to you instead of Spider-man. 

She seemed to be getting more and more flirty with each recording. You were starting to regret your choice in name every time she said it. You were really trying not to be so much of an idiot that you’d let a beautiful woman with a soothing voice convince you to let her off the hook just because you had a crush on her. But it was a bit of a challenge.

After a while, you were pretty sure that you had reached the end of the trail she had set up for you. It was a lot of flying, and a lot of taking five-minute breaks in order to stop yourself from losing focus. You had seen pictures of her, and at some point you started to wish you hadn’t.

Felicia Hardy was gorgeous. Her hair was white, and it always looked perfectly and shiny in the pictures. Her eyes were bright blue, nearly the color of the sky. She was tall, and surprisingly thin for someone who seemed so fit. And her costume itself seemed to add to her flirty nature. It was perfect for her job, but it also really gave off dominatrix vibes. 

You were landing on a rooftop in order to take a break when you got the phone call. The police captain. She didn’t call you usually. Something was very wrong, “Do you remember all those little cat statues at all of the places you reported Blackcat robberies?”

“Yes…” You drew the word a bit. You remembered. They weren’t really statues. Spidey had told you about them before. They were electronic. They had some sort of radio signal. You figured that the NYPD knew that, though.

“They set off some sort of signal when we put them all in evidence and Blackcat was able to break in and take all of her old gear,” You held back a string of insults. How were they so incompetent that they didn’t realize to block the signal those things put off? But you were sure it wasn’t her fault. It was likely that she just had some street cops deal with it. They didn’t really get a lot of training on mastermind burglars. 

“Alright, I’ll figure it out,” You sigh, still biting back a few snarky comments. You hang up, taking a deep breath before loading up a program on your phone that Spidey had set up. You just needed to find a trace of the radio signal and you’d be able to trace it to a specific location.

You flew up as high as you could, hoping it could pick up something. If there was anything relating to Blackcat in the area, you should be able to trace it. Otherwise, you’d just fly across the city until you could.

Luckily for you and your tired wings, your phone pinged in just a few minutes. You were pretty quick to make it over to the are where your phone marked. Nearby was a subway tunnel that was condemned until it was repaired. And it the theme Blackcat had going, she had marked it with a mural. She was theatrical. 

You ducked into the tunnel, running a hand along the wall to see if you could find anything odd. About halfway in you found a slight gap in the wall, about the same as a few of the other cracks in the wall, but it was too clean. It all seemed a little sloppy for Felicia, so you wondered if it was possible that she was leading you into some sort of trap. But of course, you didn’t think about that until you were already opening the door.

The room behind the moving wall was full of expensive things. Things you were pretty you couldn’t afford if you worked your whole life and spent nothing. Paintings, expensive wine, money. You knew Spidey was too much of a goody-goody, but you couldn’t help but be enchanted by the wealth surrounding you.

“An angel among her heavens,” a voice purred behind you. It was close. Closer than you thought it was possible to get without you noticing. 

White hair, blue eyes, and the signature black mask was all right in front of you. The smirk on her face was much more intimidating in person. Everything about her told you that if she wanted to, she could pin you to the wall with very little effort. And you were kind of into it?

“Cat, what exactly are you planning? Don’t you think that game was a little much?” You ask, trying to sound uninterested. 

“Aw, come on, Angel,” She pouts at you, and your heart flutters, “Maybe I just wanted a bit of attention. You know, I've been neglected lately.”

“Felicia, you stole your gear back. I know you’re planning something big. What is it?” You could tell that she could see that you were breaking, despite how tough you thought you were acting. 

“Hmmmm,” She hummed, shifting a bit closer to you, “Perhaps there’s a way I can convince the pretty little angel to let me slide for just a little while. You can even come catch me in a day or two if you really still want to.”

Her hands were on your shoulders, sliding down your arms. Her eyes were inches from your own. They really were as blue as you thought they’d be. Icy, like a frosty winter breeze. She was sliding her nails down your arms, lightly scratching your skin. God, she was gorgeous. Fuck, you were an idiot.

“Come now, Kitten,” She purred, leaning into your ear, “Let’s have some fun, and then we’ll continue our game.”

You knew it was stupid. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against a wall, your mouth against hers. She smells like catnip and expensive perfume. Beautiful and floral. Your hands were wandering before you could even think about it. And before you knew it, you were in this far too deep.

[A/N: Btw, if you want to keep on on me with some more personal things, check out my tiktok @ al3x13l where I share my opinions on things, and sometimes post art when I’m feeling up to it. Also, I don’t know this character super well, so I’m sorry if this is ooc.]

[lupismaris]

For the requests silver flint Hamilton adopting a cat?

(aahh i loved this thank you!!! it got a bit long so I’ve put most of it under a readmore but I hope you like it!)

Silverflintham in my general modern au.

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“What’s this?” Silver asked, digging through the grocery bags that now littered the kitchen counter.

Flint was busy sorting through the day’s mail, tortoise shell reading glasses perched on his nose, brow furrowed as he read over a dinner invitation for himself and Thomas.

“What’s what?” he asked, tossing aside the invite and shuffling through bills.

Silver rolled his eyes and slid the stack of high end tins of cat food across the counter until it was in Flint’s line of sight. He knew that if he went down to the first floor he’d find a large bag of high end kibble to match, likely resting by the patio door.

Flint looked up, saw the cans, and snatched them off the counter. “Nothing. Just- for the shelter-“ he muttered as his ears started to burn.

“The shelter you send a check to once a month and whenever they ask?” Silver clarified, perching himself on the edge of the bar as Flint tucked the cans of food in the back of a cupboard. “That shelter?”

Flint scowled at him. “Yes for that shelter, they put out fliers asking for supplies alright? Figured I’d drop some off on my way to work tomorrow,” he snapped. There was very little bite to it, it was rare that Flint ever truly got annoyed with him.

“And it’s not for the slowly growing cat colony you totally aren’t feeding out in the alley each night?” Silver asked in a sweet voice.

He’d known about the stray cats in the neighborhood almost from the beginning of his relationship with Flint, how he’d keep a bag of food at the bar in case any of them came to the kitchen door, how according to Gates he’d managed to trap a few and get them to a rescue. He hadn’t found out about Flint’s unofficial colony of strays, however, until he had moved in. At present Silver guessed it was only a handful, four or five adult cats who were either content being feral or just waiting for the right home.

Flint liked to think he was subtle, that he wasn’t so obviously sneaking out each night before bed to leave food and water in the alley, to make sure the little cat boxes another neighbor had built were in tact. Silver let him believe it, though he couldn’t be sure whether or not Thomas knew about his husband’s unbearably endearing hobby.

Silver laughed softly at the flustered and indignant look on Flint’s face, the flush in his cheeks making his freckles turn ruddy. He reached for his hand. Flint took it without hesitation.

“It’s kitten season,” he said softly, not meeting Silver’s eye, “and that always means a few more strays on the streets. The little ones need different food, more calories so they put on the proper weight. That’s all.”

Of course Flint would be thinking about the kittens. Of course. God Silver had fallen in love with a truly ridiculous, wonderful man.

“I’m only teasing. You’re awful sweet,” he said, pulling Flint in for a kiss. It was enough to soothe Flint’s bristly demeanor, though he was still a bit flustered when he pulled away with a muttered ‘am not.’

Silver hooked his arms around Flint’s middle and tucked his face into his neck, purring slightly when Flint leaned into him and went back to sorting the mail. “You are. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. Your husband might though.”

Flint huffed a laughed and kissed Silver’s curls. “Oh without a doubt. Speaking of, he home yet?”

Home, that was still taking some getting used to.

“No but he did say he’d be a bit late today, last minute student meetings or something.” Silver said against Flint’s throat, pausing to mouth a bit at the hinge of his jaw. He could feel the vibration of Flint’s soft rumble of content and he nipped the soft skin below his ear.

“Well dinner won’t take long, I can fridge the duck for now, wait till it’s closer to supper time.” Flint’s voice held a note of mischief to it. “I’m sure we can think of something to entertain us in the mean time.”

Silver smiled against Flint’s throat, lifting his head to kiss him. “Oh I have a few ideas.”

Flint chuckled into the kiss, pulling back despite Silver’s whine of protest. “I’m sure you do. Help me finish the chores, pup, and you can tell me just what kind of ideas you have hm?”

As if Silver could say no to Flint, in his reading glasses and half buttoned shirt, his hair pulled back in a messy bun so the well trimmed undercut was visible.

They got the groceries put away, the ingredients for dinner prepped and stowed in the fridge, the duck legs braising in the oven, and when Silver thought he’d finally be able to get Flint at least to the sofa to make out like twenty year olds, Flint instead asked him to follow him down to the garden.

He took Silver out to see where he left the food for the cats, no longer keeping up the old pretenses that he was keeping it secret. Three of the cats were lingering in the alley when they stepped out of the back gate, a big black bruiser of a cat with a clipped ear and a few scars on his muzzle. He didn’t like silver one bit but he went right up to Flint as if greeting an old and cherished friend. The other two were younger, long haired domestics Silver would’ve guessed.

“Those two are brothers I think,” Flint told him, as the one with a white belly and rusty brown spots came over to inspect Silver, the other with tabby markings watching warily. “They’re new, oddly friendly, which means they likely had a home first.”

“Poor things,” Silver murmured, letting the two cats inspect his hands. He noted that they didn’t have their ears tagged. “Are they much younger than the others?”

“Probably only a year or so old, I’d guess. I was waiting for them to get a bit bigger before trying to take them to a rescue, so they can get fixed and all their shots and stuff. I could trap them rather easily I think but the closest shelter is overwhelmed right now.”

Silver nodded, setting out a bowl of food for them to share. “This explains all those random scratches you keep coming home with,” he said flatly, relishing the way it made Flint laugh.

Half an hour passed and Bruiser, as Silver now called him, trotted off to do whatever it was stray cats did. The brothers were happily playing with each other, tumbling and rough housing down the alley.

“You know, I’m surprised you haven’t just…” Silver mulled over his words as he and Flint went back inside, pulling the garden gate closed behind him. He was too focused on Flint, and his own thoughts, to double check if the latch had caught properly.

“Brought them inside?” Flint offered.

“Yeah. I’ve only just met them and I find myself considering how to convince Thomas we should adopt them. Well, I dunno if Bruiser wants to be adopted but the others-“

Flint shrugged, leading the way up the back stairs to the deck that extended from the back of the kitchen, leaving the glass door cracked a little to let in the cooler evening air. “Between you and me, Bruiser is about a week away from being adopted by the little old lady on the next block. I was seeing him less and less and got worried but it turns out shes got a whole set up for him. I’m sure it won’t be long before she gets him inside and he refuses to leave. The others though… I dunno I guess I’ve always had strays and never an actual cat. We had them back in Padstow, and in Camden, in Manhattan, and even when I was stationed abroad. There were always strays.”

Silver considered him, following Flint into the kitchen and again perching himself on the bar. “You knew how to take care of strays but the concept of being their forever home scared you.”

It took a moment for Flint to reply. Silver watched him roll up his sleeves, tattoos vibrant in the golden hour light that filled the kitchen. He watched as he washed his hands, pulled out the prepared ingredients for the duck sauvage and rabe he was making, and set to work.

“I never felt stable enough to have a pet,” Flint said as he coated the pan in butter. “Not even when Thomas and I were first over in Manhattan, once he’d recovered from the accident, it just- there were too many risks, too many variables. We already had so much on our plate, between his recovery and the bar that any pet we did have wouldn’t get the attention it needed.”

He set the seasoned duck breasts in the pan and let them cook, stepping away to pour them each a glass of negroni from the pitcher he’d made the night before. “I refused to adopt an animal only to risk neglecting it. So, once we moved here I found the local ferals and the people with their own colonies and did what I could.”

Silver nodded, taking the drink and the soft kiss that came with it. “And now? Since you both seemed so settled here?”

Flint smiled fondly at him. “I was too busy making sure I could bring you home for good to think about pets.”

For an asshole, Flint really was an unbelievably sappy romantic.

Silver felt himself blushing, knew he must have been from the way Flint’s smile sharpened a little before stealing another kiss. “I suppose thats fair.”

They looked up at the sound of the front door and sure enough Thomas’ voice echoed down the hall. “I hope you two aren’t fucking without me again.”

“Do blow jobs count?” Silver called back as Flint flicked his ear, the sound of Thomas’ laughter preceding him.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells divine,” Thomas said, joining them in the kitchen. He looked tired, his carefully styled hair a bit ruffled from the wind and his fingers toying with it, his shoulders heavy with a full day of lectures so that he leaned more heavily on his ornate walking stick than he had that morning. Silver watched as he pulled Flint in for a kiss, noting the way his body began to relax and shed the stress.

“It’ll be ready in forty minutes, if you both can stop distracting me,” Flint teased, kissing his husband’s cheek before turning back to the stove. “How was your day?”

Thomas groaned, moving around Flint to greet Sliver with a kiss hello. “Don’t ask me that till I’ve had time to process it. Exam season approaches with it’s usual misery.” Silver managed to steal a few more progressively dirty kisses before Thomas pulled away with a hum. “Hello pet.”

“Evening Professor,” Silver replied sweetly, feeling a thrill at the way Thomas’ blue eyes darkened at the title. “Need some help freshening up before dinner?”

Thomas laughed, though he looked like he might be considering it, and took a sip of Silver’s drink. “No, no, best save that for after dinner. I’m just going to go wash up down the hall.”

Begrudgingly Silver let him go, moving to sit in one of the bar chairs so he could watch Flint cook more comfortably. For short time the kitchen was quiet, save for the sounds of food cooking and Flint occasionally muttering to himself.

Then, suddenly, they heard Thomas’ voice in the hall.

“Oh- oh my goodness hello precious! Oh hello just look at you-“

Flint looked up from the stove top with a frown that Silver returned. They listened a moment long as Thomas cooed and made soft little noises, the kind someone made when talking to a cat, for example.

There was a moment of silent realization as they stared at each other. The glass door to the deck was still open.

“Did you make sure the gate was closed?” Flint asked, already moving to clean his hands.

“In theory?” Silver replied, scrambling off his stool and out into the hall.

Thomas sat against the wall with the white and brown stray in his arms, the cat purring loudly and rubbing himself all over Thomas’ shirt. His brother was sniffing curiously at Thomas’ shoes, though upon seeing Silver, he trotted over to him with his long fluffy tail held high. Silver crouched down as best he could without his prosthetic, holding out his hand to the cat who greeted him happily.

“You didn’t tell me we were adopting kittens!” Thomas said in bewildered delight when Flint finally joined them, the poor man staring at his two partners in equal disbelief.

“Uhm.”

“They were curled up in the parlor! They woke up when I came in a suppose and they followed me over to the bathroom- where did you get them? They’re such angels oh my goodness-”

“It’s a bit of a story, actually.” Silver held back his laughter as the more skittish brother crawled into his lap, Flint’s face growing more and more overwhelmed, and more and more flushed as he watched.

“They’re uhm. Strays.” Flint finally managed to say. “From the neighborhood. I must’ve left the gate open, and the- the deck door was- they must've slipped in while I was cooking-”

“Oh you saint of a man,” Thomas said, getting carefully to his feet with an armful of cat. “Were you feeding them? Of course you were, thats a ridiculous question isn’t it. Have they had their shots? Oh we need to find a vet, schedule a visit. And they need baths, and a groomer too I imagine. Do we have enough food-” his voiced trailed off as he went back to the kitchen to search the cabinets.

Silver looked up at Flint with a fond smile.

“Guess I brought a few extra strays with me, huh?” he asked, holding out a hand so Flint could help him up.

It got him a weak laugh, Flint helping him carefully to his feet and greeting the cat in his arms. “Looks like it. Though I don’t think any of you are strays anymore, what with a home like this and all.”

Silver tried not to think too hard about the way his heart ached at Flint’s words, leaning in for a kiss instead. “Go finish dinner, I’ll help Thomas get these two washed up.”

The cat in his arms lifted his striped shaggy head and nuzzled into Flint’s beard a moment, as if to reassure him and Silver watched as any possible argument Flint might muster vanished in an instant.

“Good thing I bought that extra cat food, huh?”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

This blog <3 I go back to re-read everything when I need to smile! So... while re-reading the spanking one, I noticed Kohga says he's into being treated like a degenerate. Consider... Kohga ordering Sooga to reverse roles and just really *use* Kohga for a day. Tease him, rough him up, use him.... treat him like a degenerate, as Master Kohga likes!

Translation; make Sooga a fucking top and make Kohga take it. I gotchu, I gotchu

"Sooga! Get in here!"

Sooga entered the napping spot, as Kohga commanded. He was hesitant the second he saw what Kohga was reading. The rumor mill, written by some mad woman named Traysi. He’d never met her, and he’d like to keep it that way. She wrote nothing but gossip, horoscopes, and just stuff that numbs your brain. It was sad, how much Kohga LOVED her work. However, he tried not to sigh, knowing damn well what was coming.

“Yes, Master Kohga.”

“Traysi just printed out this new relationship couple advice column, and it’s SUCH a great idea, we’re gonna do it!”

“I’m scared to ask, but what is it we’re doing exactly?”

Kohga got off the bed, and held the page to Sooga, as if he was proud to show it off. Sooga glanced over the small column, and to some it up, it said ‘trade roles for the day. Trade chores, routines, and positions ;)’. Sooga cocked his head to the bit.

“So...you do all MY chores for a day? And I do yours?”

“Yep! For a whole day! Starting right now!”

Sooga stood there for a moment, before he damn near pouted.

“I already don’t like this.”

“Oh come on! Give it a shot, for me! Please, Sooga.”

“...if it’s for you. I suppose I can try.”

“Atta boy! So, what is it YOU do around this time?”

Sooga thought about it for a moment, counting them on his fingers as he listed them off.

“Right now? I train the foot soldiers, I make sure their rooms are clean, I re set the traps, I feed the keese, I check inventory, and of course I make notes for you to review. I was about to get started on all of that when you summoned me.”

Kohga clearly didn’t like the idea of all of that work, but didn’t say a thing as he just slowly nodded.

“Alright. That’s not THAT bad I guess-”

“That’s within the hour. But you’re Master Kohga, surely you can handle it. I’m more worried about MY tasks I’m supposed to do.”

Kohga put his hands on his hips, and motioned outside.

“Oh it’s terrible. You have to sit in the kitchen, eat a full meal, and take a LONG nap after you do an hour of training.”

“...I like one of those three things.”

“I like none of YOUR things. Except knowing we’re doing something new. So, let’s go.”

Kohga was about to walk out, when Sooga’s words suddenly halted him.

“Wait a moment. So...I essentially get to do what I want?”

“I mean...yeah, I guess? I mean don’t milk it but-”

“Let me hold your hand and call you precious.”

Kohga looked around, as if expecting a joke, but received no such thing. He sighed, putting his hand into his, and let Sooga look at him in absolute awe for a good second.

“Happy?”

“You are so precious, and I love you.”

“Holy shit you’re a sap. Can I go and get started? This shit is already a lot, and your food is getting cold.”

Sooga let him go, but already missed him. Oh well. He could power through the day. Right?

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“I. Fucking. Hate. Your. Life.”

“I didn’t want to be rude, but I do too.”

Kohga had done nothing but WORK. Filing reports, re setting traps, making sure everything was in line and in order, and THEN, and THEN, he had to write all this shit down. He plopped down right on top of Sooga, who looked like he was suffering just as much.

“How was training?”

“Awful. I never ate so much in one setting, and I’ve never made myself sleep so often in the day. SEVERAL times. I feel bloated, exhausted.”

“My body hurts with all this bullshit. I forgot how many traps we got around this bitch. I...kinda forget how much you do around here. AND with me bossing you around to boot.”

Sooga chuckled, lightly patting his back.

"You bossing me around is the best part of my day. If anything, my days would be longer without you."

Kohga chuckled, lightly thunking his forehead against his chest. It was exhausting, but in a way, he was happy they did it. He liked seeing just how much work Sooga went through on the daily. Not just for the clan, but for him. Kohga was about ready to take a nap, when Sooga cupped his face in his hand, lightly squishing it, just how HE would do.

“You know, as much as I’d hate to have to do your daily things...I think there is SOME merit to this activity. I have a new...perspective on something. A different thing that needs to be taken care of.”

Sooga strummed his finger up his chest, before lightly tapping his mask. Kohga sat there, confused for a moment, before he laughed.

“Sooga! You talkin’ what I think you’re talkin?”

“Quite. We’ve both had a long day. Besides, it’s your job to do what I want, isn’t it?”

“Ah, gettin’ smart with me! Alright, you lay on your-”

Sooga held his finger up, and Kohga was silenced, mostly because he was stunned. This fucker was doing HIS bit! The balls on this guy! Kohga folded his arms across his chest, trying not to pout, and forced himself to be silent. Sooga was letting the power get to his head, and Kohga...kinda liked it. Sooga tried not to be too giddy as he continued.

“I make the choices. Now, I do believe you’re supposed to be my big, strong bodyguard, act like it.”

Kohga was trying not to burst into tears, and Sooga was damn near trying the same. Kohga puffed up his chest, holding his arms to the side like a Lynel.

“Right, I’m stupid, thick, and so emotionally constipated because I have my head up my ass.”

Sooga scoffed, clearly not impressed with his impersonation. But it seemed as though two could play at this game. Sooga suddenly laid back, right across Kohga’s lap, leg up in the air, and the back of his palm against his forehead.

“Oh! I’m so great despite my commitment issues! Look at my GREAT legs!”

“Aw, you think I have nice legs?”

“Everyone thinks you have nice legs.”

Kohga cupped his cheek, and for a moment, Kohga felt himself swooning. It was so rare to see Sooga as NOT a stick in the mud for a chance. It was rare to see him...be a person. Kohga was about to call the whole thing off, get some cuddle time in as a reward, when suddenly Sooga had him on his stomach, head pushed against the pillow. His breath was husky against his ear, and Kohga swore it made everything in him tingle.

"You remember our safe word, right?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Good. Because I'm going to play with my fussy kitty till he's finally satisfied."

Sooga loomed over him, locking their legs together, as if Kohga would try to run from him. Sooga was still nervous, given the few seconds of hesitation in between his words and his actions, but Kohga wouldn’t discredit him for that, not when he was honestly trying his best, not when he was going way out of his comfort zone. Sooga kept his hand over his mouth, while his other hand dug deep into the flesh of his ass. Kohga moaned gratefully into his palm, already mentally ready to clock out. Sooga knew just how to touch his ass, and he loved it.

"Open."

Kohga obeyed, opening his mouth and accepting two of Sooga's fingers. He suckled on them, the same way he would for a cock, and it clearly made Sooga a bit nervous. Him being a top was usually instigated by jealousy, or high affection. When it was a pure swapping of roles...well, Sooga was doing his best to stay calm. Kohga peeled his lips away for a moment, kissing his palm, and letting him know it was okay. Sooga took a sigh of relief, before shoving them back in, a bit forcefully.

"Keep sucking, I didn’t say stop."

Kohga nodded, slurping and suckling, just how he knew best. It helped that Kohga was plenty hard now, given the way Sooga was playing with his ass. He tore his fingers away after a moment, watching his drool coated hand, before Kohga heard the tear of fabric. Sooga was so impatient sometimes, opting for destroying his clothes instead of just taking them off.

"God dammit Sooga, stop ripping-"

"Did I say you can FUCKING talk?"

Sooga delivered a harsh slap on his ass, making Kohga jump. He was still for a moment as pleasure rocketed up his spine. Oh that was a GOOD fucking slap. Sooga sputtered, thinking it had gone too far, when Kohga nodded.

"I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise."

ANYTHING to get a nice, dominant slap to his ass like that again. Sooga sighed in relief, before slipping his wet fingers into his ass, massaging and stretching his asshole. It felt good, sure, but Kohga was so impatient. Though, Sooga knew that.

"Stop squirming."

"Come on Sooga, you know I don't need prep-"

"Who said this was for you?"

Sooga delivered another strike on his ass, this time making Kohga cry out like a wounded animal. Right on the same spot, oh so hard and oh so sensitive. Sooga's breath was right at his ear.

"This is for me. I like watching how your ass takes it. Now sit there, look pretty, and stop interrupting. Understand?"

Kohga nodded quickly, fingers gripped onto the pillow below him. He sat there, cock throbbing as Sooga massaged his asshole, occasionally delivering swift strikes to his ass. It was like hypnosis, each slap bringing Kohga's mind closer to that lust fueled daze he loved so much. One that made him take it, one that made his mind blank, and his mouth loud. By the time Sooga stopped to admire his work, Kohga was a shaking, horny, drooly mess. He'd take anything in him at this point, and it excited them both. Sooga pulled himself out of his uniform, and laid back on the bed. He patted his lap.

"Up here, kitten. Your turn to do some work."

Kohga shakily forced himself to move onto his lap. He was about to face him and hop on, when Sooga motioned him to turn around. Right, he liked reverse cowgirl, because he was a pervert who liked looking at his ass. He obeyed and turned, holding onto his legs as he slowly sat on his cock. Oh that hit just the spot. Kohga loved cock. He needed it. Needing knowing a big, handsome man was inside of him. And it was why Kohga didn’t move slowly. He moved fast, ass smacking against Sooga as he rode that cock, taking it as quickly and as deep as he could.

"Oh FUCK Sooga, that's the-SHIT!!"

He found himself trembling as Sooga smacked his ass again, nice and hard, with an open palm.

"Keep riding me. Because you don't get to cum until I do."

"B-but-"

"I. Said. Ride. My. Cock. NOW."

Another slap to his ass. Kohga knew he couldn't sit right for a week after this, and he didn't at all care. He still rode him, desperately trying to ignore not only his throbbing cock, but Sooga’s MANY strikes across his ass. Sooga was being so rough with him; striking his ass, occasionally digging his fingers inside his flesh. Then, he suddenly grinded it to a halt.

"Stop."

Kohga grumbled angrily, close to damn near kicking his legs in frustration.

"Dear god WHAT?"

"Move slow."

"B-but-"

"Move. Slow. I want to see it slow. Now, or NEITHER of us are cumming."

Kohga grumbled bitterly, before he forced himself to obey. He moved himself slowly on his cock, letting Sooga watch as his ass inhaled his cock. It was agony, not putting this gerth to proper use. He had no idea how long he was sitting here in agony, but it was enough to make Kohga whine. He wanted his pulsing cock in him, and he wanted it now. Then Sooga decided he had, after a long, LONG while of this slow show, that his Master finally deserved the good shit.

"I cum first. If you cum before me, I am going to be VERY. Angry."

Sooga grabbed the back of his head, and pushed. He was suddenly on top of him again, starting to slam into his ass with that hard, fast pace Kohga was oh so gratefully accepting. As if that wasn't enough. As if that cock pounding at his back door wasn't enough. Sooga wrapped his arm around his face, muffling his cries as his mouth and nose, with his armpit. His hot, sweaty, stinking armpit.

"You want to cum. Wait. I said, wait."

Oh it was so hard. He was leaking precum like a faucet, Sooga smelled just how a man should, SOUNDED like a man should, and FUCK like a man should. Kohga was damn near to tears, wanting to just cum right on Sooga’s cock. Then, in an act of mercy, finally came, pouring his seed into his ass. Oh the way he moaned in his ear. Without shame, without his usual politeness. It was demanding, it was DOMINANT. The second Sooga was done, Kohga swore he saw stars as he too, came. Oh how his cock throbbed as he stained the sheets below. They sat there, panting, sweating messes of men. Sooga chuckled, pecking his cheek.

"Are you...alright-"

"I love you. Holy SHIT I love you."

Sooga damn near snorted, shaking his head.

"I love you too. You wish to stay there for a bit longer?"

"...please."

"Of course, Kohga. You stay there as long as you wish."

Sooga would give Traysi one thing. She definitely helped their change of perspective.

[chokefriends]

Indulgent kidlaw cat fic

No not like that. I mean cat-owning fic. Someone has a cat and there are issues but also feelings. But make it KidLaw, so you know, stupid weird.

Here's the general points:

Half feral cat on Kidd's ship. Loves Kidd, hates everyone else. Law and it have a certain rivalry in particular, vying for space on Kidd's ship. Fic about law starting to get comfortable on Kidd's ship and in his life, but this fuckin CAT.

Early scene w Law trying to take the extra seat in the war room during a ship meeting, kidd crew is like omfg no that's the cats chair. Law figures these assholes are tryna mess with him. But no. It's this fucking awful cat and she shows up when laws trying to sit in her chair. She bites the fuck outta him and he rooms it away but it comes back like one second later. Kidd's like leave her chair alone, take wires chair. Wire, get yer ass up. Laws like fuck no, this cat is not winning this. Kidd's like, it's her fuckin chair dude.

Shes big and scrawny and black, with seven claws on each paw and one yellow eye.

Law's covered in cat hair haha

Don't mess with her, says killer, shell do worse than piss in your shoe.

She sits in certain hallways or stairs when she decides that no one's gonna use them that day. Destroys your ankles if you do.

law's getting to bed late after staying up late working on smthg. And the damn cat is taking up the entire bed. Laws like, Kidd, that fuckin cat. Kidd's like what's your problem just move her. No you. What, you afraid of a cat? Kidd picks her up and throws her out the door. She lands on her feet and casually strolls away.

Next time law tries to pick her up and move her there is blOOD

One time Law goes to sneakily kiss kidd or whatever while hes sitting at his desk and something goes wrong bc laws face is suddenly bleeding. he finds the cat slung around kidds neck like a scarf, claws out, purring. She blends in perfectly with his coat. Laws like how often, of the times I've seen you wearing that coat, have you been actually wearing this fucking demon. Kidd's like, if I'm aboard the ship? It's a good bet she's up there. She likes high places.

Laws like whyyy do you even have a fucking cat. Kidd's like she's the ratter. Most ships have a cat, how do you guys manage your rat situation? Laws like we do not have rats. How do you know? I knOW.

If there's a lack of rats she starts eating the toes off crewmembers at night, so they actually fucking stock rats. The bigger the better. Wire goes and traps them each port, he knows where to get the big ones. There are heists to steal rats from other ships.

She eats rats like corn on the cob, sitting up on the ship railing, turning them in her sharp little paws until they are just a clean little rat spine

Law comes out to the deck one morning for a post sex cig, and suddenly realizes she's sitting there, on the railing. Staring at him. With a lit cigarette in her mouth. This is too weird so he ignores her and they smoke.

Turns out she smokes like a pack a day.

She absolutely has to be a transformed person, thinks law. Some demonic being in cat form. An animal fruit user. SOMETHING. Kidd's like no, she's just a fuckin cat, what is your deal with her Trafalgar

Well what's her name, besides cat, law wonders. Kidd thinks. "She." Sometimes "Her." Laws like what really she doesn't have a name? Kidd's like, She/Her is a fine name. Laws like that's pronouns not a name. you don't get that confused with anyone on the ship? Kidd's like no lol, no one else wants to be called Her. Laws like wait, so you have zero women in your crew? Kidd's like oh of course there's a few, there's Chunk and Charlie and Shay. Shay may have kicked it... But none of them want to be called Her. Laws like why, is everyone just super butch here? And yeah they mostly are. But it's actually that no one wants to be lumped in with the cat, even the femmes, so everyone just goes by ''he/him" and it's a whole gay thing.

Law talking to killer like, so gender on your ship is divided into cat and not-cat. Killer thinks and then goes like. Yeah. Laws like, and this has been a thing, since your crew began, entirely due to Her. Killers like yeah.

Laws like, killer, you must realize the cat is a demon. He's like no, she's an actual cat I swear. She was a kitten in the scrap yard where Kidd and I worked years and years ago. We were like 10. She followed us when we got on that merchant ship and has been with us ever since. I've tried to kill her like five times, and each time she just comes back stronger. I dunno man. Kidd has a way with her, but then he's always had a thing for dangerous animals. Cough.

Another time Laws on his back in bed and like, gettin it, and he looks up all sultry into Kidd's eyes BUT THEN NO right behind kidds head, hanging upside down from the ceiling with her many claws stuck into the wood, is the cat. Staring at him with her yellow eye. Turns out she can walk on ceilings. Laws all JESUS NO. Starts struggling and Kidd thinks he's playing. Like yes amazing unhh. Laws like THE CAT. and Kidd's like, dude, I'm into whatever you're into, but the cat thing is just too far.

There is a fight.

Law goes out to smoke later and the cat is there again, also smoking. Law shakes his head and lights up, then starts rambling at her. You're a fucking demon, I know you are, Her. Cat just looks at him. Well? Law demands. Killer walks by like, are you actually talking to Her now, you head case? Shes a cat. Law flips him off. So does the cat.

Law eventually gives in and starts bringing bribes for the cat when he visits kidd. He finds the most monstrous rat things and releases them on the ship whenever he wants a moment to himself with kidd, so they're always getting it on with a background track of panic from the crew and terrifying cat yowls.

The crew start to hate Law as much as the cat. The cat starts to hate him maybe a little less.

Maybe eventually the crew decides that law and the cat are the same gender cuz they're both so bloody minded and territorial and moody.

They're like oh look at HER, does she really think she can pull off feathers after labour day?

Final scene is law going out for a smoke, and the cat is there. Looking more disgruntled than usual. Unlit cig and no lighter. Law lights her cig for her and they just smoke in silence.

[kyloxmoegi1993]

Back at my shit again with a thirst trap conversation me and @aislinavalbane had earlier this afternoon. She actually inspired me to write this little short. Please enjoy.

*Start*

It had been almost 9 months since Lacie had a very deep conversation with not only Cayde but the other Vanguard members as well. The conversation had entailed of her having a child with Cayde. Since Guardians were infertile and Cayde was an EXO naturally conceiving a child was nearly impossible but they came up with a solution after clearing several tests, and clearing not only Lacie's schedule but lightening Cayde's as well. Now here she sat in their apartment rubbing her very swollen belly after being artificially inseminated and very close monitoring to ensure the fetus would stay attached to her uterine wall. She was the first guardian to ever have a successful pregnancy even though it was through AI.

Looking at the clock she pouted and kept rubbing her belly feeling the baby kick.

"Daddy is running late with our ramen again little one."

As if on cue, Cayde came stumbling in and kicked the door shut with his foot holding two bags and his hood slid off his head as he panted.

"I am so sorry princess. There was a wait at the ramen shop and then I wanted to get you some of your favorite pastries and I needed more oils to give you a leg and foot rub later on."

Lacie looked at him and felt tears sting her eyes at how thoughtful he was and couldn't even be mad at him for being late anymore which freaked him out even more. Unfortunately, her pregnancy hadn't been an easy one and she had been very emotional and Cayde took it like a champ but she still felt awful about it which made her cry harder.

"Fuck baby don't cry. I don't know what I did but I can fix it. Come on. Shit. Sundance help me out here...."

Sundance and Lacie's ghost Moondancer came out and looked at him with their own looks of sympathy since they had no face. Lacie sniffled and blew her nose with the tissue Cayde offered her and clung to him nuzzling his chest.

"You're just so thoughtful..."

Cayde let a smirk slip and held his wife gently and kissed her forehead.

"And here I thought you married me for my devilish good looks and charming personality."

He felt her shoulders move and knew she was quietly laughing.

"There's my girl. Shhhh. How about we eat this delicious food I brought home and afterwards I'll run you a nice hot lavender scented bath and then give you a foot massage. Sound good?"

Lacie nodded and sniffled again gripping the leather strap going across his chest and pulled him down for a kiss moaning quietly when his cool metal lips pressed against her warm plush lips.

Making a low growling sound Cayde pinned her to the wall and she pulled back panting and he hooked his finger under her chin making her look at him.

"Keep that up kitten and food and the bath will be forgoed until further notice."

Giggling, Lacie hugged him and helped him unbox the ramen and they sat down on their couch and she snuggled up to him as he put on an old western tv show.

"This good babe?"

"Mmmm whatever you want is good with me. I've got the man I love and my favorite food. I'm happy."

Breaking apart his chopsticks he dug into his ramen with her and actually saw the baby move and laid his hand on the spot where it moved.

"Does someone like spicy ramen? Still have to be gentle with mommy kiddo."

Rubbing her belly he smiled when the baby kicked again and he gently kissed the side of Lacie's forehead.

"You know....I found out the gender today...if you wanna know."

He looked down at her as she absentmindedly rubbed his bare chest.

"Is it a girl?"

Lacie's eyes shot up to him surprise and shock flickering through her light blue orbs.

"How did you know?"

Shrugging Cayde pushed some of her hair behind her ear gently.

"I just guessed. So I'm going to have two girls to look after now huh? This should be... interesting."

Lacie stared at him for a minute and grabbed his horn and shook his head.

"Liar. You looked in my file before you came home. You're not that good at guessing."

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Baby watch the horn. My beautiful beautiful horn."

Placing her ramen on the table she then moved and straddled him cupping his cheeks.

"If you'd like...I can take care of that beautiful horn of yours in our bedroom...and we can forgo the bath for awhile."

Bringing his hands onto her hips he leaned up.

"Lead the way my queen."

Making their way to the bedroom, giggling like lovesick teenagers they gently jumped on the bed and entered a heavy make out session that ended in passionate lovemaking.

*3 years later*

"Alright sweetheart, so put this here and cover it up and now we wait for uncle zavala to come in and let the magic happen."

Hoisting his dark haired little princess on his waist he watched her blue eyes look around in wonder and curiosity.

"Hey hey Avalyn sweetheart. You're killing daddy's arm kid. Lean back. Oh! Here comes uncle zavala remember play it cool."

"Unca Zava!"

On cue the blue titan vanguard walked in with Lacie trailing not too far behind him seeming to be speaking with another guardian. Zavala smiled softly looking at Avalyn and how much of a father figure cayde had grown into since her birth. Not thinking about checking for any pranks he loved some papers just to have a cream filled pie smash into his face.

Cayde and Avalyn busted out laughing and Lacie stood in horror beside zavala and shit daggers at her husband.

Zavala wiped his face off and looked at Cayde.

"And here I was thinking about how parenthood had changed you for the better."

Cayde took deep breaths and kept laughing being careful of where Avalyn was and adjusted how he was holding her.

"Sorry zavala that was just too perfect. You should know better."

"And Cayde-6 you should know better than to be teaching our daughter things like this." Lacie piped in still shooting daggers at him.

Avalyn moved and hugged Cayde's neck making no eye contact with Lacie knowing her and her daddy were in trouble.

"Aw come on babe we were just- yup alright. Taking Avalyn and myself home. Say bye to everyone princess."

Lacie tucked her gun away which she had just threatened him with and watched her little girl kiss zavala and ikora's cheeks as cayde walked out of the meeting room.

"I'm so sorry Zavala. I'll speak with him when I get home."

"it's alright. I should have known that it isn't Cayde if he's not pulling some kind of prank on me."

Sighing he looked at Lacie and offered her a small smile, "Finish whatever you're doing and go on home. Spend the rest of the day with them. She'll only be that small for a short time longer."

Looking at him she fought back tears and nodded.

"Thank you..."

With that Lacie went to work and finished all her reports from the last few missions she had done and she saw it was well after dinnertime and she walked into the home her and cayde shared and she smelled tomato soup and saw a mess in Avalyn's high chair but did not see them. Getting a bit worried she called out quietly for them and then heard cayde's voice and she peeked into Avalyn's room and saw cayde reading her a story and Avalyn fast asleep in his arms. Crossing her arms and leaning against the doorway she watched until he knew for sure Avalyn was asleep and then gently picked her up and laid her down in her crib and met Lacie in the doorway and gently closed the door stepping into the hallway.

"Welcome back...I know I'm still in trouble so I'm gonna go clean up..."

Starting to walk away Cayde grunted in surprise when Lacie grabbed his hand and stopped him. She then proceeded to press herself against him and leaned up kissing him passionately. Pulling back for air she looked at him with bedroom eyes and headed down the hall to their bedroom and beckoned him with her finger. Confused but very much aroused he followed her into the bedroom and shut the door.

"I'm not mad anymore....seeing you be such an amazing father just now though....that was very very hot...."

Cayde watched her slowly undo her armor and raised an eyebrow at her.

"So lemme get this straight...my reading a story to our daughter....has gotten you all hot and bothered?"

Nodding she laid back in bed in her bra and underwear and held her arms out for him.

"What if I also said....I'm going to clean the kitchen and take the trash out too?"

Crawling over her he watched for her reaction and she proceeded to wrap her legs around his waist.

"Keep talking like that and you will be one happy EXO."

Leaning down and nuzzling her he chuckled.

"Fuck I love you baby."

"I love you too....daddy six."

His eyes widened and he growled taking her undergarments off and for the next several hours ravished her senseless until she couldn't handle anymore.

[babayagakeanu]

Retirement Plan*

Prompt: John comes home to his wife after the excommunicado debacle.

Warning: mention of violence, smut.

John was not an emotional guy. You knew it was hard for him to open up, being his wife you faced a lot of challenges with him. It was hard for you to not know if he was still alive during his “excommunicado” debacle. There were long nights spent trapped with his scent still lingering in the bed, in the living room, his body wash that just smelled like him. Your cries seemed to echo throughout the house, your feet padding softly around the house, a blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders. When you finally got the call that he was coming home, you felt the ground give out and your cries happier. When he walked into that house, you embraced him, the wetness of your tears clinging and mixing into his beard. His head bent down, catching your lips in a searing kiss. Teeth clashing, tongues tasting each other, getting their fill that they’ve been missing. His large hands seemed to caress half your face, skimming over your full cheeks and the softness of your hair was comforting. He missed this. He missed you, he missed his dog, his home.

Adjusting back to normal life was tricky for John. There were times when he flinched when you would playfully raise your hand at him. There was a time when he actually hit you, not on purpose, but he thought someone broke in when he heard you come in from a night out with your friends. That took a lot of apologizing and a night spent making it up to you. One thing that hasn’t changed is his love for you, or his hunger for you. It was like he couldn’t stop spending the morning or afternoon trapped in between your thighs, calloused finger sliding up for your breasts. Your gasps and grunts seemed to not echo like your cries, but boom out and become one with the silence. Your hands would reach for his dark locks and pull, eliciting the filthiest of moans from John. It always riled him up and left you shaking and wanton. His lips would suck at your clit, releasing with an obscene pop. His tongue paid extra attention to your clit, making you reach out for whatever you could.

“O-oh, John, please!” A gasp escaped from mouth, it was a challenge to hold them in. The way he was making you feel made your brain turn to mush. A moan bellowed from your throat when he added a finger, rubbing against that familiar spot. “I need you-“

“You need what from me, sweetheart?” His licking starts to increase, the desperation for you to cum so he could have his fill was growing. “You wanna cum all over my mouth? I’m gonna drink all of that fucking shit up, baby.” He was talking like an animal—hungry and wild for your pussy. His cock was becoming a nuisance inside of those fitted black trousers, the ones that he’s made you grind his clad thighs. Oh, he loved seeing you like this. A moaning mess that lay under him, your hair splayed out, your mouth pink from his kisses, a pussy so wet he could swim in it.

“Yes, John, please! I need it so bad, daddy!” You gasped, your body writhing and hips thrusting to meet his greedy tongue. “ ‘m gonna cum so good for you.” That’s when he knew to speed up his movements and curl his fingers upwards, rubbing on that special spot.

“Oh, yes!” He sped up his movements to your mewls, “Right there, right there, right there!” You repeated this like a mantra, as your body explodes with the pleasure, a scream and the repeated utter of John’s name. He couldn’t explain the pride he felt knowing he could make you cum like this, that no other man could make you feel the way he does. You were his, a temple, mind, body, and soul bound together by love. He crawls up to you, erection grinding against your inner thigh, girthy and long. You meet his lips, this kiss holding a thousand words without him saying a thing. The emotion carried through the way his lips feel against yours, making you feel delirious. You watched him the moment you felt his lips leave yours, his tongue licking over his bottom lip, tasting the sweetness that traced his lip. His fingers, calloused and large, began to remove his belt and you watched hungrily. You felt your hand dip back down to your pussy, your nimble fingers rubbing against your clit as he whipped his belt and across the room. You eyed him as he took his shirt off, the muscle rippling through his body, the softness of his stomach still there.

John’s arms came at his sides and you were in awe of how muscular he actually was, sure you’ve felt his muscles and seen his body multiple times, but this was different. His body changed into something you’ve never seen before. His arms noticeably larger and stronger, back wide and muscly. The tattoo on his back stretched as he threw away the white t-shirt. His hands finally reached his pants where you find out he adorned no black boxer briefs. He was there, hard and oozing precum that you so desperately wanted to lick up.

He wasted no time and pulled your hips closer to his, so that they hung off the bed, giving him the leverage to slam into your, your eyes rolling back as his length stretched you, the burn there but you embraced it. It had been weeks since he was inside you, and the way your tight pussy was milking his cock made him insatiable for his release. He repeated his hard thrusts, pulling out of you momentarily and flipped you over and pushed your back down so that your hips were in the air. He entered you again, the position making him fit like a glove, and he uttered a small ‘fuck’.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. ‘M gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk for weeks.” You couldn’t help but just moan, his guttural voice low and sexy. “Oh! Please fuck me daddy, I’ve been a good girl. It’s been weeks since I touched my pussy to the thought of you fucking me so good.” He responded with harder thrusts, pulling all the way out and then ramming himself in, the brutal thrust making you gasp on impact.

“Yeah? Daddy’s got such a good little kitten, treats him right and fucks him so good. Daddy’s gonna make you cum so good, babygirl.” Your pussy clenches around him, the sensation making him wince in pleasure. It was a tell-tale sign you were close, he knew this. He rotated his hips now with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body, and misfires to your brain, your orgasm harder and longer this time. Your tightness squeezes him again, milking his cock and spurting ropes of cum inside you. His chest heaves as your moans grow softer, letting him know you’re coming down from the high of it all.

He pulls out, not caring about the mess and wraps the two of you up in a blanket, your body instantly scooting up to him with warmth. The fireplace provides an extra blanket of warmth as it’s orange glow flickers, illuminating the room and your bodies. He smells himself on you, and it's comforting. It reminds him that this is home.

“I’m so glad you’re home, John.” You look up at him, dewy-eyed and a soft smile places itself on your face. He smiles wistfully, the daze in his eyes a clear indication of his awe for you, and meets your lips in a passionate kiss. Soon, your eyes get lazy and he reaches for the fireplace button and turns it off.

A soft whisper of “I love you’s” and the sleep settles in.

[emeraldbabygirl]

I’m so mad I can’t post this from my other account but yea here you go heathen bby

Words: 1839

Happy anniversary from Mingi

“Kitten, I’m-” Uiyeon stops mid sentence, usually you’re right there the moment he walks in, happy to greet him with a kiss and hug, but you’re not, and he hates that. The clattering in the kitchen told him you were up to no good, the last mess you made a burnt cake. He only teases you for a week, sure, but it still hurts your pride. So here you were, covered in flour, icing a cake you’re sure doesn’t suck. Today was a big day, and you had to make sure at least the cake was edible even if dinner wouldn’t be. “Whacha doing?” Uiyeon wraps an arm around your middle and you jump, not sure when he had gotten home, you thought you had more time to at least clean and look like you weren’t wrestling the pillsbury dough boy.

“Making our anniversary a mess.” He snorts, kissing along the exposed skin of your neck. “Stop, I have to concentrate.” You poke a tongue out, determined to write ‘happy anniversary’ on the cake, but Uiyeon has separate ideas, latching onto your throat with no intention of letting up. He rolled his tongue over the hickies littering the skin, pressing his very hard cock to your ass. “Daddy,” was all you got before he’s shoving you over the counter, hand curled around the same expanse of skin he was kissing, he doesn’t lean in however, standing tall still.

“Kitten, I don’t need any of this.” He gives a wary glance at whatever is boiling on the stove, reaching to turn it off without moving his other hand. He squeezes gently. “Besides, short stack, you can’t cook. Not well on your own anyways.” Tears threaten to break from your eyes, you had messed up again and this time he was mad. He was so mad he refused to even let you stand at your height. A gentle hand on your bare thigh glides up between your legs. “I only need my kitten girl. My baby. My whore.” As he speaks, he wastes no time pushing a finger into you, moving your underwear to the side and the large t-shirt over your ass. “And as long as I have my baby, I’ll always be having a good day.” Soft kisses skim over your lower back, a tongue slipping past your cheeks to lap at your pussy. “Tastes so good for me. Do you want to know what I got you for today?”

“You got me something?” Now you really felt lousy, couldn’t make dinner and his gift wasn’t ready yet. “Daddy it’s okay I’m happy wi-”

Both Uiyeon’s hands leave you till he leaves the kitchen entirely, leaving you dazed and confused. “Come.” You hear him from the living room. You’re hesitant for only a fraction, “Now, kitten.” Then you’re scrambling, washing all the icing from your hands quickly to join him on the couch only for him to stop you. “No, pretty whores go where?” You smile, kneeling in front of his crossed legs. “You really are something else, baby.” He uncrosses them, careful not to hit you, he then leans down to kiss you fully, tongue and teeth. “Good girl, ready for that gift?” You nod, curious. Uiyeon was a great gift giver, from corsets to jewelry to trips, he really knew your tastes inside and out. Today was no different as he clasps a pink leather collar around your throat. It has some sort of fluff to it, and something hanging from the front that's cold, but you can see neither. “It says ‘Uiyeon’s’ because that’s who you are, mine.” He looks as lovingly into your eyes as possible. “Pretty, aren’t you?”

When you go to speak a hand firmly makes contact with your left cheek, the force dragging your head to the side. Uiyeon smooths his fingers over it before tucking your chin under his grasp and pulling your eyes back to him. He’s edging on the couch now, gathering your messy bun, seizing your face much closer to his, a wicked smile is the last thing you see before he’s throwing you back to the ground.

“On your knees but turn around— and take your underwear off, show me what’s mine.” Excitement drips from you like molten lava all too eager to show off daddy’s pretty pussy, pulling your panties off in record time. You can hear his whistle of approval at the sight: Uiyeon could get off watching you clench around nothing, cream falling straight to the floor, he could clearly see how stiff and swollen your clit was— it all drove him so mad. “Stay like that, be a good girl for me, okay?” You feel something with a point, cold and smooth, drag suddenly from your aching nerves to your desperate cunt, stopping to tease the hole before repeating the actions agonizingly slow, each pass adding more pressure. “A whore will get off on anything, hm?” Whatever he’s caressing you with comes to a halt on your clit again, pressing down till your breath catches and tears pool in your eyes. “Even a boot. Quite pathetic, dear.” You hear the smile, how entertaining he found all of this, you were about to orgasm on his damn boot for crying out loud— and you couldn’t seem to care less.

“Do you like being fucked by my boot, kitten?” You whine out a yes, almost forgetting yourself to jerk forward, anything to make him move his foot again. “Turn around and see the mess you created, slut.” A black, shiny boot has a thin coating of you clouding the color, your essence rolls back to his heel before finally falling off to the hardwood. “Clean it.” Nervous eye’s flick up to catch Uiyeon’s wide smile, he was serious. You look back down, unsure what he really means, were you to get a towel? You feel his grip on your head again, this time more painful, he finds behind your neck and squeezes, shoving your nose into his shoe. “I said clean it. With your dirty mouth. Do it while I ask nicely.” A pink tongue darts out, leather and you make an odd flavor, but soon you’re confident, tongue flat along the top till you can’t see anymore discharge. “Was that so hard, Princess?”

Uiyeon can’t help himself when it comes to your hair, he often pulls at it till your scalp is raw, but never this hard. He yanked at the bun you almost see stars, some hair tumbling into your sight, he’s not satisfied till you're in his crotch, face pressed against his hot cock. “Show me that throat, baby.” If sucking Uiyeon off were an Olympic sport, he’d give you gold everytime. The way you could slip him into your mouth deep till your tongue lightly fondles his balls is magic— the most taboo if you were to ask him. Drool pools into his lap when you go as deep as you can, choking haphazardly before pulling back up. “Fuck me with your throat.” Growing tired of the hairstyle you chose, long fingers work slowly to release your locs, threading them through in preparation; couldn't just recklessly come down your throat so soon. When you dare peek up, Uiyeon’s dark head is sprawled on the back of the couch, eyebrows knitting in lust, cherry lips parted and teeth clenched, soft moans emit on every thrust down your mouth takes.

“Get on top of me but turn around, I need to be in you.” Uiyeon sits up slightly, guiding your hips over his, slipping you on his thick cock, the intrusion welcomed, almost a relief on the pooling heat deep in your abdomen. When he’s sure he can’t fuck up into you further, the tall man gathers up your legs, essentially hugging you into a ball, trapping all your limbs in the circumference of his arms. “Perfect,” he breaths along your throat, lifting you up only to roughly push you back down. Your body goes slack, head falling back to his right shoulder, you feel your orgasm rip through you, spraying the floor and much of Uiyeon’s thighs. “So you like when I fuck you like a doll? Is that what you want to be next? My cocksleeve?” He sets a pace, lifting you just to hit at your sensitive g-spot, another orgasm building to break. “Gonna squirt on me again, filthy whore?” All you can do is nod dumbly, words only coming out as broken moans. “Aw, I know you’re not all fucked out already. Take me for just a bit longer, I’ll reward you.”

“Yes daddy.” Broken, slobbering, and sniffling as the answer was, Uiyeon pressed his lips to your temple, picking up tempo. Your chest burns with how hard it is to pull air into your lungs, every nerve was alive and on fire. Lewd sounds from your boyfriend ghost into your ear further humiliating you, you were tittering on a fourth orgasm, arms and legs starting to shake. He grunts as he comes first, tearing you from him once he’s emptied his seed into you.

The rapper lays you back on the couch, spreading your legs wide. His right hand spreads your nether lips and he watches how your pussy pulses, globe of his come rolling at each pulse. Slowly his fingers work the come back into you, your back arches, hips driving against his hand. “Relax, I said I’d reward you for doing so well, didn’t I?” You want so badly to look down, the overstimulation making it near impossible to even lift your torso let alone keep your eyes from rolling back, just to see how focus he must be fingering you like this, like he has all the time in the world to be in you. Warmth envelopes your clit and your hands shoot for the mop of black hair between your thighs. Two fingers scissor along your walls while Uiyeon spells out his name along your clit. J E O N— M I— you push the rapper back, body trembling and contorting in ways only he knew how to invoke. You can’t find your voice to moan, sputtering out gasps and sobs indiscriminately.

“Ah- I should’ve stopped when you first started that dumb look in your eye.” Soft kisses litter all over your body, starting at your left foot. He’s careful not to touch any sensitive flesh on his journey, however, that didn’t stop him from lapping gently at your neglected nipples, kissing each on his way to your lips. “Did I fuck my pretty girl stupid?” A cheesy grin meets you, though you’re still not sure your left from your right. “Shall we take a bath?” Uiyeon fingers at the pendant on your collar, “or perhaps I could stare at how messy and dirty you look? Might make me hard again, though.”

“M’bath.” You hum, body still surging on a galactic high. “Then sex again.”

“If that’s what you want.” He kisses you again, lifting you gently. You truly drove him half insane daily.

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK DHDFHDNNCCC FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEER FUCKING HOT COCK ON A POGO STICK THE WAY I COULDNT FUCKING BREATHE AT THAT BOOT PART YES DADDY ILL CLEAN YOUR BOOT ANY TIME YOU ASK FUCK ME HOLY SHIT I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AND WHEN HE SPELT OUT HIS NAME ON YOUR CLIT OH GOD PLEASE FUCK AND HOLY SHIT SLAP ME ACROSS THE FUCKING FACE PLEASE DADDY OH MY FUCK I- I- PLEASE IM GONNA CRY I WANT I- MY PUSSY SAID ()•() IN DEFENSE I- FUCK HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN BABY I AM YOUR LIL HEATHEN BBY BUT I WANT UIYEON TO FUCKING OWN ME PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY HOLY FUCK...

Also I added the moodboard I hope that’s okay? And yes he’s a Mingi. I’ve said this before, I have a daddy Mingi and a baby Mingi. But fuck holy shit, this, I love this thank you so fucking much oh my god. The dirty talk hits so different now that I’ve 1. been extremely horny and 2. I’m into so much shit oh fuck. Yes Daddy Mingi please fuck me stupid fuck! THANK YOU SO MUCH BABIEEEE 💕💕💕💕💕

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Survey #398

“freedom is just man’s invention, & a soldier is just a slave”

What do you do the most when you’re online? Watch/listen to YouTube. Do you have a bobblehead? No. Have you ever spent your birthday alone? No, that sure would suck. Were you afraid of heights as a child? Actually no, but NOW I kinda am. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Would you ever take a solo road trip? No, that sounds super depressing and lonely. Do the mountains fascinate you? Of course! So much history built into a magnificent, awe-inspiring piece of nature. Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? Wow, no. I wouldn't tolerate that for a second. What’s your favorite movie battle scene? The fight between Simba and Scar is very powerful imo. Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No, but not because I'm opposed. I'd love to go to one and be the photographer. What’s your favorite Marvel movie? Probably one of the Spider-Man films. I don't remember which it is, and I don't want to spoil it by explaining what I do recall. Did you have a Walkman when you were a kid? No. What’s the most difficult experience you and a significant other have gone through together? Being long-distance when we really wanted each other's physical comfort. Have you ever attempted to pick a lock? Did you succeed? Yes, because Ashley locked her keys in the car. I don't remember if it worked, actually. Have you done the Bratz doll challenge for YouTube? No. I've seen a couple people do it, though, and it's both cool and creepy. Does the hospital in your town have a good reputation? NOOOOOOOOOOOO. What is your favorite nickname that you’ve had? "Bee" from Megan. Have you ever gotten a professional massage? No. I would be SO uncomfortable. If you had braces, do you wear your retainers still? No. :/ Well, the one you put in, anyone. I have a metal one behind the front row of my bottom teeth. If you had braces, have your teeth moved since you got them off? Yes. Do you know anyone personally who’s lost a child? I know way too many people who have suffered miscarriages. Do you take your medications regularly? Yes. What’s one luxury item you wish you could afford? An actually nice house. What’s your favorite thing to do in a swimming pool? Just kinda casually swim around. Have you ever been abused by a cop? No. What is one thing that you took to show-and-tell as a kid? My Snorlax plushy. Do you remember losing your first tooth? No. In the summer would you rather have the windows down or the A/C on in the car? I strongly prefer A/C. Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I had a long-time addiction to World of Warcraft for a couple years or so. I still play it now, but I'm not addicted to it anymore. As a matter of fact I get bored of it easily now. Which was better: the original The Lion King or the sequel? The original, but I love both very much. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I don't know if any did. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? Roman, 120%. It is so obvious. Venus, no, as reptiles are literally incapable of experiencing that emotion. I do, however, know she trusts me. Are you proud of your body? FUCK no. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? No. How do YOU believe the world & universe started? I don't know. I feel like MAYBE there is some sort of ultimate intelligence that formed the universe (maybe prompted the Big Bang, though I've always been dubious of that occurring naturally), but I don't think of this topic frequently at all. Does it really matter, after all? We're here, so just focus on that and live in the now. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? NO, that shit grosses me the hell out. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? Return your fucking cart, please. It is NOT that difficult. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Certain places I've, uh, "done" things. When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Yep. I seriously loved Green Eggs and Ham. What would you consider unforgivable? Rape is #1. Would you rather give your food to a homeless shelter or money to charity? Food to a homeless shelter, but I'd love to do both. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? 2016 was a fucking NIGHTMARE. Have you spent money on a game online? On one occasion, I asked if Mom would reactivate my WoW account, and when two expansions came out, I asked if she could buy them. I HATED asking. Thankfully, now, I'm rich enough in the game to pay for the "token" currency, which renews your subscription for a month, so I essentially play for free now. Have you been called a bad influence? Yes. Have any self-done piercings? Noooo. I only trust professionals. Ever pierced someone else? Again, no. Leave it to professionals, as well as someone without tremors. If you had a child with down’s syndrome, would you keep him/her? IF I wanted kids, of course I would. It really, REALLY bothers me when DS is the reason behind abortion. Mind you, I am pro-choice, but come on... Don't treat down's syndrome children as a curse. If someone tried to murder your child, do you think it would be wrong to expose them publicly and talk about it on social media? Of fucking course I would. I'd damn that person to hell myself. Is there a toxic person that you miss? I sometimes miss Colleen. Are you still contemplating going back to someone you shouldn’t? With Jason, yes. If he actually wanted me back (that will never happen, but anyway), I fear I'd say yes and probably would, realistically. When was the last time you had a new crush? When I realized I was bisexual. Do you want Jesus to come back soon? Back when I was a Christian, I was terrified of Judgment Day. I don't believe in it now. What is something you can’t wear because of your body type? I COULD wear whatever the hell I wanted, but I refuse to wear crop tops or strapless tops (or strapless bras). Oh, and thongs. No thanks. If you have curves, do you like them? I'm not curvy naturally, I'm just fat. Have you ever worn matching pajamas with someone? No, but that'd be cute. Has anyone ever mistaken you for being anorexic? No way. What fast food place do you avoid at all costs? Arby's, to name one. Are you afraid of deep sea creatures? Yes, especially giant squid. Have you ever agreed to purchase something on Ebay and got scammed somehow? Ugh, I got Ico THREE TIMES and they were ALL broken; they'd freeze in the first few minutes. Has anybody ever given you a promise ring? No. What is your favorite kind of cake? Red velvet. Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Yeah, multiple times. Were you outdoors or indoors more as a kid? I'd say it was a split down the middle. Have you ever had a relationship that began via text? Jason, Tyler, Juan, and Sara all began over text. Girt asked me out over Facebook Messenger. Do you think sloths are cute or ugly? They're cuties! What eyeshadow suits you best? I only wear black eyeshadow. Do you watch the show Wizards of Waverly Place? I did as a kid and really liked it. Have you ever been to the rainforest? No. I don't think I could handle the humidity, though I'd love to see all the beautiful wonders. Are you a member of any clubs? No. Would you shave your head with a friend who had cancer? If it was someone I was very close to and they were extremely self-conscious about it, I'd probably be willing to get very short hair, but I don't think I could handle no hair at all. How did you meet your pet? Roman was one of the kittens of Ashley's mother-in-law's cats. She has way too many cats and needed to get rid of the kittens, and I'd been wanting one like mad. I found Venus via the online reptile-selling hub called Morph Market, and I became VERY interested in the many, many ball python morphs, and when I saw her, I immediately knew that was my baby. Did/Do you have any PEZ dispensers? I did as a kiddo. What are some of the phrases in your personal ‘bingo’ card? "Mood," "can't relate," "hi, how are ya," "jinkies," "yikes," "oof," shit like that. Have you ever been through a trap door? No. Do/did you have to wear a uniform to your high school? No, only middle school. How many video games do you own? A whole lot. Have you ever visited a sex shop? No. Have you ever ridden a bicycle through a busy city? No, I'd be very scared to. Do you use Instagram? How often do you post there? I have two for my varying photography subjects. I post very rarely on both. Have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? I have not.

[holylulusworld]

Bad Girl

Summary: Being a bad girl is great until someone tries to stop you.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Criminal!Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Baner, Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: language, the reader is a brat, fighting, snarky comments, biting, smut, unprotected sex, hair pulling, tension, light choking, enemies to lovers

A/N: Not endgame compliant. Steve is still Nomad!Steve.

A/N2: Dividers by @writeyourmindaway​

Words: 2,1k

Being a bad girl is great. - Being the bad girl and get away with your crimes even better. Since the snap, you managed to become one of the best thieves in town, maybe even the state of New York.

It’s not as if you steal to become rich or famous – well, you enjoy the attention, even love they call you Black Cat as you are fast, sly, and steal in the dead of the night.

Your reason to become a thief was that you didn’t have a choice. One day you had a job, a boyfriend, and the next you lost your job as the snap happened. Your boyfriend ran for the hills and before you could blink your landlord kicked you out of your home.

It’s started with little things. You stole a sandwich to not starve or a bottle of water. Later you gathered more courage and stole a jacket to not freeze.

Time went on and after a year you found a nice hideout, had enough money, and wanted to stop stealing. You went on a job interview only to meet the most awful man in town. He kicked a homeless man, spit into the coffee the man was holding, and snorted as you gave the man ten bucks.

After your encounter, you replayed the job interview, the way he treated the homeless man, and how his secretary stood far away from his desk to not feel his hand at her ass all the time.

That night you decided to teach him a lesson – and you did. When you broke into his penthouse, wearing a black catsuit and a mask he peed his pants, begging for his life. 

You didn’t kill or hurt him, but you forced him to help the homeless man, to stop touching his secretary, and to never even think of treating anyone bad.

After that – every person treating someone badly fell victim to the criminal called “Black Cat”.

People cheered for you, just like some websites but, like with everything else in life, your secret came with a price or rather with the danger of getting caught by the Avengers.

For weeks you have to hide. Somehow Captain fucking America managed to almost catch you during your last heists. It didn’t matter to him you stole the money to help an orphanage. 

Playing Robin Hood in times after the blip is not an easy job…

“Tonight, I’ll get her,” Steve states, running one hand down his face. “It’s a matter of hours.” Since he lost against Thanos Steve is obsessed about catching all criminals in town. Sadly, he’s after you now.

“Don’t you think we should take care of more important criminals? The girl helps other people.” Natasha sighs, somehow, she likes your style. “Seriously, Steve…”

“No, Natasha. If we let her get away with her crimes she’ll never learn. That woman can’t expect us to not go after her.” Deadpanning Natasha snickers.

“Just admit you like her! I bet your last encounter left you wanting for more…” Tony smirks, overgoing his calculations again. “Maybe we can hire her? We could use two more hands if we want to undo the blip.”

“She’s a criminal, Tony!”

“Oh-weren’t you one not too long ago too?” Eyebrows raised Tony looks up at Steve for a moment. “I guess I didn’t get the memo saying you didn’t commit several crimes over the last years to save your friend.”

“Tony, not again.” Natasha groans. “We’ve got more important things going on. Like Steve in need of getting laid.”

“Nat!” Steve looks flustered when he reaches for his shield. “I’ll arrest her tonight. That cat will never nip at other people’s catnip again.”

Tony bursts into laughter at Steve’s words. “Capsicle, marry that girl. She makes a human being out of you, not just a super-soldier.”

“Tony! She’s…Why is everyone on her side? She steals and breaks into people’s homes…” 

“To give it to the people needing it more, Steve. Black Cat doesn’t steal from good people, only from awful ones. She teaches them a lesson and helps people. Give the girl a break and lend us a hand.”

Bruce looks at Steve but he’s stern about arresting you. “Fine, arrest a good person…”

“Steve, just leave her be. If she does something bad, we can catch her…” Steve leaves the room, not listening to his friends. Tonight is the night. He will finally trap you.

“Look at this.” Smirking Steve circles you like prey. “A cat in a trap…” While you try to open the door Captain America himself steps closer. “You can’t open the door, doll. It’s not possible without the key card.”

“Great. Why does Captain America go after me, not people kidnapping and selling girls? Did you look out there once in a while? Human trafficking seems to be the newest trend.” Stepping backward you fumble in the dark to find another exit.

“Stay still and follow me, Black Cat. I will not hurt you if you cooperate.” Steve steps closer, almost purring the words into your direction. 

You have to admire he tries to convince you without violence, but you are not into the mood to get arrested.

“What do you think will happen to me if you hand me over to the cops? This world, it’s rotten since Thanos snapped his fingers. There are fewer good people out there and it gets worse every day.”

“Come here, cat…” He’s holding out his hand, a soft smile on his lips. “I’ll not hurt you…” Captain America steps carefully closer as if he wants to calm a frightened animal. “Relax…”

“Screw you Captain Crap…” Snickering you dash forward to tackle the super-soldier. Just when you run into a solid brick wall you realize your mistake.

“I’ll…fuck…” Shoving against his chest you groan as the fucker won’t budge. “What the heck? Are you made of steel?”

“Give up before you hurt yourself, kitten.” His voice is lower now, his eyes darker. “Let me bring you to the place you belong to.”

“You can bring your ass somewhere but not me! Who will help the people out there? You and your commando of losers? You had him, asshole! Why the fuck did Thor not decapitate his fucking head?” 

Angrily punching Steve’s chest, you fight against an undefeatable enemy. “I lost everything as you failed! I rooted for you; told everyone you’ll defeat him…”

“Calm down, kitten.” Purring the words Steve tries to grasp for you. “Jesus, you are one crazy girl…” When you jump at Steve to bite his neck, he tries to drag you off him. “Girl…what the…ouch…hey!”

“If I can’t defeat you, I’ll bite and scratch you! Now let me go…!” Steve grabs your ass to make you stop but a low moan leaves your lips and your eyes meet. “Did you just grab my ass, Captain Pervert?”

“Be good, Black Cat and I’ll not hurt you.” Humming you glance at Steve’s lips, licking your own lazily. “Natasha said I’ll shall let you go.”

“Then let me go! Now!” His hands kneed your ass and before your brain can stop you, your lips crush onto Steve’s. It’s wild, all tongue and teeth but you moan into his mouth. “Fucking asshole.”

“I guess,” Breathless Steve pins you to the wall. “I’ll have to punish you for being a bad girl, kitten.” He purrs against your lips before he rips your mask off your face. “Now be good and take your punishment.”

“Dream on, Captain useless. How about you let me go or do something useful with your hands for once.” His dropping you to your feet, a dark look on his features when he grasps for your catsuit to rip it open. “What the…”

“Silence, kitten. I wanted to go easy on you but now, you’ll feel my wrath!” He manhandles you to bend you over the nearby couch, “Be good…” You shriek and mutter when Steve drags the remnants of your suit down your body. “No underwear?”

“You can try to wear panties underneath that fucking tight suit, Captain grabby hands. Now let me…fuck…” Two skilled fingers toy with your bundle of nerves and you bite your lip to muffle the sounds.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Wet like the dirty and bad girl you are. Now be silent and take your punishment like a good girl.” You can hear the clinking of his belt, then the zipper comes down and before you can give him a snarky comment, his cock slaps against your ass.

“Holy fucking…oh—shit. That’s…” Without warning, Steve starts to press into you, a smug grin on his lips as you wiggle your ass. “Am I a patriot now for taking your cock so well?”

Breathlessly you feel your walls getting stretched beyond anything you felt before. “So tight for me, so good…”

“Good…no…fuck…” Biting your wrist you muffle your cries when Steve bottoms out. He’s panting heavily, fighting the urge to just take you like the bad girl you are. “That’s a huge dick, Captain. I kinda like you more now…”

Smirking Steve wraps his arms around your body to bring you against this body.

“Be my good kitten tonight and you can have some catnip later.” Steve purrs into your ear and you smirk when he wraps one hand around your throat.

“Fuck me, Captain, I love your dick. You may be an ass, but your dick will give me a grand time. Now…get started…” Steve slides his tongue over your cheek, moaning as you clench tightly around him.

“Such a playful little kitten I caught in the act.” The first thrust makes you cry out at the sheer force he uses. “Why did your higher senses not recognize me sooner, kitty cat?”

“I…god, Steve…” Your nails bite into the hand around your throat when he gives you a hard thrust letting your cunt contract in pleasured pain. “You’re such a sore loser…”

“I did not lose, doll…” Moans leave your lips, along with curses when Steve finds a rhythm taking your breath away.

“Look at you, kitten. At my mercy, stuffed with my cock. I bet all your little criminal friends would be disappointed watching you getting fucked by Captain America…”

Your toes curl with every harsh word leaving Steve’s lips. “I…I don’t have any friends…” Your left-hand grasps blindly for his hips to fist his pants. “Oh-fuck. I’m gonna cum…”

“No,” Breathing against your ear Steve smirks darkly. “You won’t, doll face.” 

“Please…no…I need to cum…please…Stevie.” Begging shamelessly as the coil tightens you try anything to get back into Steve’s good graces. “Fine, please, Captain. Let me cum.”

“You can do better, Black Cat.” The hand around your throat squeezes you tightly while his other hand slips between your legs to flick your clit. “Be good, tell me what I want to hear.”

“I…I…hate you…but…” Whining you choke on your words when he squeezes your throat tighter. “S…Steve, please. I’ll be good…”

“…and?” His hips slam into your ass, pushing you closer to the edge. Every thrust hits your sweet spot and you are close, so painfully close to your high that you blur out what he wants to hear.

“I will follow you from now on. Now let me fucking cum!” Smirk on his lips Steve hums before he let go of your throat to fist your hair. His thrusts speed up and you whimper, embarrassed at the amount of slick running down your thighs.

“Cum for me, doll…” The damn breaks. Shuddering you let your high rush through your veins, making your body slump onto the couch. “Good girl, so good for me…”

“I still hate you…” Mumbling insults your feel Steve fill you up. “You made a mess again…”

“You love it, Y/N.” Steve runs his hands over your back, letting goosebumps erupt all over your skin. “I want you to pack your things and follow me tonight. The world is a dangerous place and you will stop playing the heroine. Let us help you.”

“Can you just let me enjoy the afterglow and lecture me later, Cappy? I am tired, worn out and I could have a nap right now.”

“You know, I could’ve arrested you eight months ago,” Steve smirks when you look over your shoulder. “I just thought you look better in my bed than a cell.”

A smirk on your lips you nod silently before your eyes betray you. “Dream on, Captain. I let you capture me. You would still run around in circles to get me if I wasn’t interested in your ass…”

“One day, I’ll arrest you for good…”

“I am bad, baby. Get used to it…”

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@yolobloggers

@shikshinkwon

@miraclesoflove

@mogaruke

@shatteredabby

@soryuwifeyxx

@letsdisneythings

@i-love-superhero

@psychicforest

@thevelvetseries

@deanmonandnegansbitch

@sabascio

@goodgodimaweirdperson

@that-place-called-middle-earth

@the-broken-angel-13

@trumpettay

@zxph-yr

@belovedcherry

@matsumama

@rynabarnesrogers-reading

@emoryhemsworth

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Marvel Tags

@stuckys-whore

@notyourtypicalrose

@voltage-my2dlove

@officialmarvelwhore

@randomgirlkensy

@juniorhuntersam

@lumar014

@doctorswife221b

@sister-winchesters99

@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

@the-soulofdevil

@chonisberonica

@redroomproperty

@natura1phenomenon

@chaoticfiretaconerd

@heartislubbingdubbing

@hhiggs

@sea040561

@midnightsilver16830

@rvgrsbrns​

@fandom-princess-forevermore​

@amandamdiehl​

@grincheveryday​

@thelostallycat​

@lunaticgurly​

@xxlikeheavenxx​

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Steve Rogers/Chris Evans Tags

@roonyxx​

@stylesismyhubs​

@multisuperfandom​

@mrspeacem1nusone​

@fallenoutofrose​

@rynabarnesrogers​

@denisemarieangelina​

@gabifernandessn​

@heyiamthatbitch​

@rosalynshields​