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negasonicimagines · 30 days

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Afraid / Part 7: An Inexplicable Desire

You have to deal with the aftermath of your loved ones discovering your taboo hobby. Time for a family reunion!

You wake up in a bed this time, thankfully. The light against your eyes is bright. You’re not as sore as usual — in fact, aside from your head’s usual throbbing, only your shoulder and your knees hurt.

You rub the sleep out of your eyes, smearing your makeup along with it. You can tell it wasn’t already smeared, like you didn’t cry or anything... What the fuck happened last night?

You remember stumbling out of the club into the cold night, supported by her strong frame, then someone yelling… Nothing after that.

You finally sit up, opening your eyes. A hospital?

“What the fuck?” you ask, but someone else asks the same question at the same time. You’d know that voice anywhere.

It’s Eloise.

“Oh… This is embarrassing,” you hiss. “Did you let her get away?”

“No, I called your father and he put a bullet in her brain.”

“Oh,” you reply. “That’s almost worse. No, that is worse. You called Wade?! Urgh…” You clutch your head. The hangover would be worth it if things had actually gone to plan.

“Well, I had to do something, you were fighting me and Yukio and I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Come on, I was not fighting you. You’re alive, aren’t you?” you argue.

“Seriously?” Eloise scoffs. “I- What the fuck, Levi?”

“How about you tell me what happened from your perspective, and I’ll fill in the blanks.”

“Yukio and I were talking to some of our friends who were outside smoking before going in. Then that fucking- That- She came out with a very inebriated you in tow. Obviously, that wasn’t gonna fly, so we confronted her and got her to let you go. Since nothing provable happened and you were fighting us, I called Wade. You passed out, so he handled that asshole while Yukio and I took you here.”

“Gotcha. So, you cockblocked me and then called my father to kill my date.” She’s lucky she’s cute.

��What?” Eloise asks, but without the inflection of a question. Just one flat word.

“I can’t- I can never know for sure if someone is agreeing to partake in certain activities with me because they truly want to, or because I want them to want to. Ergo…”

“Oh, that’s so fucked up! Seriously?!”

“Seriously.”

“So, you’ve done this before?” she presses.

“It’s the only way I’ve done it,” you inform her. “Don’t worry, I always give them brain aneurysms or whatever after to make sure they won’t hurt anybody else. And I always give them a quick scan to make sure they don’t have STDs before I let them give me anything. Ketamine’s my favorite, you know. You really screwed the pooch here.”

“I- I screwed the pooch?! Do you fucking hear yourself?! Why not- Why would you- Jesus fucking Christ! What is wrong with you? What fucking trauma possesses someone to purposefully go out and get- Get assaulted!”

“You really wanna know?” you offer in a cool, calm tone that directly contrasts her fiery fury. It’d kind of be a relief to tell her, even if you didn’t tell her the full story.

“Yes, I do!”

“I was in love once. I still am. But I can never know if she truly loved me back or if I just wanted her to. So, I erased and/or modified her memories of me and sent her on her merry way. I couldn’t live with the possibility of hurting her. But I get lonely sometimes… And it’s kind of nice to know that I’m wanted so badly that the other person doesn’t care if I want them, too. Makes me feel kind of special that they’re willing to commit a crime to have access to me.”

“That is so fucked up.”

“You already said that. You said you wanted to know, but if that’s all you have to say-”

“No, it isn’t. Look, I’m- I’m sorry I- I’m not, why the fuck did I even bother trying to lie? But that really sucks, okay? That’s sad. I feel bad for you, I do, but… There has to be a better way. I mean, Magneto has that helmet, there’s telepaths out there who may not be as powerful, but they could block you out enough that you’d have to make a conscious effort, there’s-”

“I don’t want anybody but her, not long term,” you cut her off.

“Oh. Well, won’t it make her sad when she finds out about this one day?” Eloise tries to reason with you. It’s adorable and sad all at the same time.

“She won’t. There’s no hope there,” you assure her.

“Bullshit. If you love her that much, and if she loved you the same way, she’s going to figure it out or something. Love is the strongest thing in the entire universe. You of all people should know that,” Eloise argues.

“I should?”

“Hello?! What else have we been doing for the past month; for you, longer?! And why did you start?! Why won’t you stop?!”

“Fair enough,” you concede, but you really just want her to stop yelling at you.

“That’s right. I- Please don’t do this anymore. I know you- You’re strong, but you looked so… You weren’t there. What if she wanted to do worse?”

“I would’ve known before, Eloise.”

Silence swallows the room before you realize what you’ve done.

“Did you just call me-?” You fix it. “But what if you didn’t?! What if someone tricked you?”

“Why do you even care?!” you ask. “We were never close, you hated me, you’ve said it yourself.”

“I never really hated you, you know that… And I thought we were getting closer. I’m your friend, Levi. I care! And those people out there in the waiting room, they care, too! They’re gonna want an explanation.”

“People? You got Logan and Laura involved, too?”

“Even better. They’re here, yeah, but Wade called your biological mother and I called Miss Frost. Oh, and Yukio’s still here.”

“Fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “What a mess, I’m gonna have to-”

“Explain?! Yeah, I just fucking said that.”

“No, stupid, I’m gonna have to erase your memories and tell Wade and my mother that I do ketamine recreationally and accidentally overdid it!”

“Really?! Really?!”

The door slams open.

“Stop fucking yelling!” Wade shouts before pointing at you as he steps closer. “I heard everything already. Enhanced hearing, you forgot.”

“I didn’t realize you were here, or that close by,” you correct him, focusing on the tip of his finger until your eyes cross before turning your head away and scoffing dismissively. “Oh, well. That means the misunderstanding has been rectified and I can go home now. Where are my clothes?” you ask, cutting your eyes back over to him.

“You threw up on them,” he informs you grimly. “Laura got you some clothes from your room. She’s really worried about you, you know.”

“I get it, oh my gosh. Sorry for taking one night for myself to go have some fun. Won’t happen again.” You hold your hands up as if to prove you’re unarmed.

“Fun. Right,” he huffs. Your hands fall, clapping down on your thighs.

“Hello, you’re Deadpool. You kill rapists for fun all the time.”

“Yeah, but I don’t let them-!”

“What? Go on, say it,” you dare him. “Judge me, Mr. Serial Killer. At least I kill my girlfriends on purpose. And I definitely don’t knock them up and then disappear.”

“Fuck you,” he spits.

“There we go!’ you cheer. “See, I warned you very early on-” He cuts you off with a nearly bone-crushing hug. “What the-?”

“Fuck you. Shut up. I love you. Please don’t do that again. Please? Please.”

“Okay,” you sigh. You’re not sure if you’re being honest or not, but you’d say anything to keep him from doing what he’s on the verge of doing right now: Crying. “Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s all you had to say,” he replies before letting you go. “I’ll go grab those clothes from Laura and then we’ll take you home, okay?”

He leaves as swiftly as he appeared.

“Love: 1. Levi: 0,” Eloise remarks.

“I-”

“The second he said he loved you, you relaxed. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“And you believe everything you see, especially around me?”

“Touché. But come on. Take the L,” Eloise insists.

“Whatever, fine,” you reply dismissively. You’re done fighting for the day, already exhausted. Wade returns with one of your reusable shopping bags. They leave you in privacy to change.

You slip on the sweatpants and hoodie. Damn it, you’re going to be seen in public like this. Even if you fix people’s perception of your makeup, it’s undignified.

Your priorities are out of order, Miss Frost speaks to you telepathically.

Why on Earth did Eloise call you?

She’s smarter than I gave her credit for. She knew I could keep this quiet for you and cover your bill. You’re welcome.

Thank you. I’m sorry she got you involved.

You go to extreme lengths not to manipulate them, but those lengths often involve you manipulating them in other ways.

I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite, you remind her.

But you did once say you hate hypocrites.

Isn’t the most hypocritical thing of all to be a hypocrite who hates hypocrites?

You can almost hear her laugh.

You make the embarrassing trek to the waiting room.

“Ketamine’s a hell of a drug,” you attempt to crack a joke. No one smiles – not a single lip even quirks. “Great.”

“Y/N,” Cheryl says softly, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groan. “Why, dude?”

“Well, with what I thought happened, I figured you needed your mother!” Wade protests.

“That’s why Ellie called me,” Miss Frost says. “Y/N might not like me, but I’m the closest thing she ever had.”

“So, that’s why she’s so fucked up,” Wade cheers. “We finally figured it out!”

“Wade!” Cheryl hisses.

“What? He’s right,” you dismiss her concern. “Well, not really, I was already pretty messed up. I think she might’ve made me a little better, actually. A more calculated sort of crazy, not messy like you.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, okay. Fair enough,” he admits. “Wanna go get tacos? Little family lunch?”

“Sure, why not? Can’t promise I won’t throw them up right after, though.”

“Mm, okay, maybe waffles instead. Something a little blander.”

You huff out a laugh. Does he remember what he said that day? Or that night?

“Yeah, Wade. Let’s go get some waffles. I assume Cheryl will accompany us.”

“If you don’t mind,” she meekly replies.

You roll your eyes.

“Come on, kid. Don’t be like that,” Logan chides you. Laura is trying desperately not to cling to his arm for comfort, but she lurks next to him, staring you down with wide, worried eyes.

“Fine, let’s go. Thank you for your concern, everybody. Once I sleep off this hangover, I will be right as rain and we can forget this happened just as I’ve forgiven and forgotten your transgressions.”

You walk out alongside your parents. So weird.

“Right as rain. Rain never feels right,” Wade argues.

“You don’t like the rain? I love the rain,” you disagree.

“Me, too,” Cheryl chimes in. “Always have.”

“She’s telling the truth. She used to make me sit on the porch with her and listen to it.”

“Come on, that was fun. It was a good excuse to talk in private. My mother was terrified of thunderstorms,” Cheryl reminds him.

“Gross,” you say. “Talk in private” your ass. And now you know what the weather was like when you were conceived. Did they seriously do it outside? Regularly?

“Aren’t genetics fascinating?” your mother asks, but it’s not really a question, she actually sounds quite frustrated. “Really, a study should be done on the both of you. You’re both so-”

You cut her off with a sharp slap. She stumbles to the ground.

“Fuck! She doesn’t know better, Y/N!” Wade scolds you.

Cheryl clutches her cheek as she gets up from the pavement.

“Know better? What else should I know to avoid getting bitch-slapped?!” she asks in protest.

“Ho-ho! You know, I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear! I, um… There’s a reason I haven’t taken off this mask. I went through some- I was a part of some unethical medical studies. It’s a whole trafficking network thingy and Y/N is part of a task force that’s trying to stop it. She’s the leader of it, actually.”

“Oh,” she says softly. “I get it. That was really insensitive of me, then. I’m-”

“Don’t apologize. There’s no way you could’ve known, and she knows that, too. She’s just mad about other stuff. Aren’t you? You’re mad I brought your precious Eloise into all this? She would’ve been there last night either way.”

“But she might not have helped me. It’s happening all over again, don’t you see what you’ve done?”

“Eloise?”

“The brunette, the one with the short hair,” Wade clarifies. “She would’ve helped you, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh, that’s her real name? I remember watching your interviews together on YouTube, oh, and news clips of you two working together. You two made such a good team. I met her girlfriend… What happened? It was obvious from the way she looked at you-”

“Okay, now you can slap her,” Wade cuts her off. She looks scandalized. You snicker.

“Well, was it? Or was she only looking at me like that because I wanted her to and was subconsciously making her? That’s the question of the day, Cheryl. Every day.”

“Goodness. What a tough question to have,” she hums, her brow furrowed as if she’s actually trying to figure out the answer.

“Eugh. People like you make me wanna renounce my Canadian citizenship. Sticky sweet.”

“You and me both, girly,” Wade admits. “Get in the car, ladies. We can talk more at the diner.”

And so you do.

#negasonic teenage warhead #ellie phimister #negasonic teenage warhead x reader #ellie phimister imagine #ellie phimister x reader

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handfulofmuses · 1 year

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One of the reasons why I love Watership Down so much is because of how it portrays trauma, fear and pain. Because it’s not always about being terrified or crying with despair. All these emotions have their ugly sides.

And every rabbit shows it in different ways.

Woundwort had his parents killed and later was captured, put in a cage. That is not something the netflix series and tv series randomly pulled out of their sleeve, it was already like that in the book.

Pipkin mentions it himself - all these terrible things Woundwort does, it’s because of his fear. Of humans and predators. Like Pipkin said, he was hurt and it made him hate the whole world. Even in season three, character development doesn’t have to mean changing for the better. Sometimes you change for the worst. He tried to stop the war, it failed, his warren ended up in ruins. So he thought destruction was his legacy.

And he is still afraid. Note that Spartina asks why Woundwort is so afraid of Hazel.

Even in the Netflix series, he claims he is not afraid. But his words contradict his actions, as I said before and that’s why Netflix Woundwort has grown on me. I just love when a characters words contradict their actions!

Hyzenthlay was suspicious, distant and cold towards new rabbits out of fear they could be a spy. She didn’t trust anybody that was not part of her family and she did make sure Clover was ostracized from the rest of the group.

Nelthilta, in her own way, is scared too. Yes, Hyzenthlay says she views everything as a game and the fact that she drops hints to their escape proves that. But Nelthilta also says it herself - the presence of officers overwhelms her. She’s excited to let everyone know she is friends with rebels because they might be stronger in numbers. Her cheeky behavior feels almost as if she hides her fear behind sass.

Nettle became a spy for Orchis out of fear the does would get hurt. It’s obvious she is upset over it, that she actually wants to escape as well. But we see the metaphorical chains Orchis has on her so she cannot stop. Heck, she tells him: “We are going to break out west side of the warren” not “they”. She doesn’t exclude herself from it. And she apologizes to Hyzenthlay - while still lying in the same breath.

Orchis became so blinded with rage for Hyzenthlay and the others after the death of his brother that he stuck with his General until the end - and he would lash out if someone would say something nice about the outsiders. He becomes more unhinged as it goes on.

Vervain would have done everything for his general. You can see how he has a majority of Woundwort’s bad traits. His fear causes him to abuse his power because the punishment of failing scares him. His rank goes to his head because the way Vervain treats his Owsla is exactly how Woundwort treats him and others all the time. He takes his own frustration out on them. His fear is what caused him to rejoin Woundwort as a survival tactic.

Campion became withdrawn from everyone and even downright depressed in season three to a point where he would have prefered to stay dead.

Blackavar‘s whole mental condition in the book is so bad, I don’t even know where to start. He’s with different rabbits now and his advice doesn’t get taken, so he just forgets about it like his opinion never mattered.

Bluebell was hiding behind jokes as a coping mechanism, to get himself and Holly going. Telling his story as the only survivor from underground is the only serious moment he has.

Hawkbit’s snark moments are almost always because he is afraid of the unknown and because he is stressed - it’s the whole reason he keeps lashing out at Fiver. His visions are cryptic.

Pipkin, no matter what he goes through, remains full with kindness. He is good at talking to people, he is good at getting them to open up. But he never extends that kindness to himself. His issues usually fester and then he just blurts them out, something that becomes even worse when Campion makes him promise not to tell everyone he is alive.

“I did everything wrong,” he says when the promise is broken.

Pipkin is kind and forgiving towards others, but generally has a tendency to ignore his own issues and will be unnecessary harsh at himself for it. He would rather help others feel better. Even when he is angry when the war is over and everyone snaps at each other because the warren is filled, he runs off to cool down somewhere.

When he is upset, he deals with it on his own. He will answer when someone asks about it but generally never approaches first.

Blackberry's grief over losing Campion causes her to snap at others.

#ooc #its not black and white with these rabbits and that's what i love about it

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aajjks · 9 months

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BC!JK

you’re caught off guard by jungkook telling you to, quotr, “shut the fuck up.”

it’s not a secret that his mouth is vulgar but that doesn’t mean he has to curse at you, right? you listen to what jungkook is saying to you and you’re sure everyone else is too.

jungkook admits to getting soojin to seduce eunwoo and although he didn’t say he would have sex with her, he still convinced her to flirt with your crush so he could have you to himself.

it’s selfish, very selfish and twisted.

you wish you could agree that all of this was soojin’s fault but

“it’s not just her fault, it’s yours too” you say softly. “look at it from my point of view, how would you feel if i always called you ugly and made you feel less than the ground you walked on? then out of the blue i tell you ‘oh, i only did that because i liked you’ you would look at me like i was crazy”

“and…and i’m not saying you are but how can you expect me to like you back when you basically took pride and joy in ruining my life? it was me against SEVEN and not once did you think it was wrong until you found out i liked someone else THEN you started being a little nicer to me”

moral of the story, in no world, universe, or lifetime will the two of you be together. your voice, although soft, is subtly angry because he put you through a lot. that bully club put you through a lot and you just can’t bring it in you to let go of all the things he’s said and done to you because of his feelings.

you hope the next girl he feels whatever fucked up feelings he has for you, he’ll act like he has morals and treat her with respect and love her unconditionally. i mean, who in the hell falls in love with their bully anyways?

“i don’t hate you jungkook i just…i just can’t like you like that. too much has happened for me to like you back”

He tsks, of course it’s going to be really complicated.

“So… I don’t have a chance?” He’s asking you very calmly, eyeing you up and down, you’re not exactly wrong either, he has ruined your life. And he took pleasure in it. Jungkook removes his hand from your face, and he backs up.

Getting away from you.

But he likes you and he’s done a lot to prove that… so why aren’t you seeing that and appreciating him?

Of course you’re going to be a bitch about this. He should’ve never liked you. “Well yn. You’re not gonna respect my feelings? Or accept me?” He is asking you loudly, he doesn’t care if anybody can hear him.

You have pissed him off.

“You’re such a bitch!” He’s getting angry, you’ve slipped from his hands, Jungkook is clenching his jaw, he’s very hurt & angry.

“I’m going to make your life a hell again, I’ll make sure that I do.” He’s looking straight into your eyes, trying to calm his anger down but his anger has always been out of control. “I’m going to kill that bastard if I see you with him.” He fixes his bag on his shoulder,

His eyes are set on you like a predator. And you know that look of hatred really well.

You asked for this.

“If I can’t have you then NO ONE CAN.” He screams, so the whole school can hear him. You didn’t even try to understand him, so why should he try to understand you?

You think he’s an asshole? Now he’s going to become worse than that.

Maybe you two are very different but he wants you so he will have you.

No matter what. You can’t stop him.

#ask: bc!jk

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kath-artic · 1 year

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wellthat all went in exactly the direction i thought it would and i still couldnt quite tell you what happened. she accused him of cheating on her and it turned into a whole big blow up. she’s had that angry energy around her all day, i knew this was coming. it feels so sickening knowing a fight’s coming. i tried to keep it together but when i went to go get something to eat she cornered me in the kitchen and started asking me “why am i going to be made out to be the bad guy in all of this?” and i just collapsed and sat there for an hour. there’s no answer i can give to a question like that because shes already assuming i have an opinion or that my dad has turned me against her when i haven’t talked to him at all. what i WOULD say if i knew i could is that my opinion only extends as far as i know that when she gets mad at him, she takes it out on me. my dad has never done that. me and my dad have fought before and he’s said stupid shit to me and done really really irresponsible stuff, but he’s never laid a hand on me and he’s always apologized and always reassures me that he loves me and i KNOW i can bring up any problems i have with him and he’ll actually be receptive. he’s not always the best dad and sometimes he feels more like a friend than a parent, but i’m never afraid that he’s going to hurt me (he might GET someone hurt by doing something stupid, but thats another story). my mom has hit me, told me she hates me and that i’m embarrassing, told me she doesn’t care that i was assaulted because she had it worse, and then denies it all when i bring these things up to her or deflects by saying its my dad’s fault she was so angry in the first place. when emotions are high, i KNOW my dad is the safe option. thats why it seems like i’m always on his side. when it comes to this situation specifically, my opinion is that there’s a pretty simple and innocent explanation for everything that i’ve been made aware of today, but i can see how the evidence she’s drawn together could point to the conclusion she’s coming to it’s just not enough for me to say “oh yeah he’s cheating for sure. go team mom.” i dont know enough to “pick a side” or whatever it is she wants me to do. she kept cominginto my room and asking me for my opinion and i just kept trying to tell her i dont have one, but to her that means i’m on my dad’s side and that he’s been influencing me so she started dumping all this dirt on him to me--how is that not influencing me?? i want to tell her that i honestly have no opinion because i will never know the truth and any information i get from either party would be “influencing” my opinion while also being impossible to confirm. there is no truth for me at this point. i don’t want to know it.

its not that i dont see her side either. i do see it. ive entertained her reality where every emotional outburst is the result of being worn down mentally to the point of there being no other choice and then having those outbursts be used to make you seem like a crazyperson to the point that even your own daughter struggles to believe youre being abused after watching you get pushed to the ground. but then i remember that the time my dad pushed her, he did it to stop her from punching me and that she stumbled and fell because she was drunk. i remember every scheme she was convinced my grandparents (her in-laws) were plotting against her that turned out to be completely baseless. in times like this where she demands that i pick a side, i remember that she’s my mother and that our relationship is fundamentally unbalanced and that these are not issues i should be made to weigh in on. she’s my mom, not my friend. i shouldn’t have to be doing this devil’s advocate shit.

above all else, i remember that night i called the cops on her because it really shifted things for me. i ran through the woods barefoot and crying to meet with the cops and to beg them not to arrest anybody because my mom was threatening to call the police on my dad for pushing her. i tried so hard to be honest and impartial, i told them yes he pushed her, but he did it to protect me and yes she fell but i dont know if he pushed her to the ground or if she stumbled because they both are claiming different things, but i can’t have my dad go to jail for protecting me. i remember the cop looking at me and telling me that it sounded like i was the victim in all of this and it stopped me dead in my tracks because i forgot i was even involved in the whole thing. i forgot that the whole fight centered around me in the first place because i was so caught up in the fact that my mom and dad were the ones fighting. i’d spent so much of my life being made to think of these things as an issue of whose side i was on that i never realized i could be on my own side. i shouldnt have to protect them. thats their responsibility. there are a lot of things ive done for them that shouldve been their responsibility.

tldr i have no patience for this “truth” shit anymore when it comes to family matters. i’ll always love everyone in my family, but i’m not on anyone’s side unless i have a concrete reason to be. everyone’s a faulty narrator, but i will love and believe so far as i am able to. at the end of the day, these are the people that were supposed to take care of me and i owe it to myself to at least take on that responsibility if they wont

#very long vent post lol #lots of family shit happening and no one to talk to about it

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry

Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)

Warning: Angsty

Lucifer

If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...

Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…

The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...

In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…

His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...

Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology…

It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…

He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain…

He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)

“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”

Mammon

Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…

He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!

The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.

To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!

Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…

If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...

He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.

"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"

Leviathan

Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…

Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.

Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…

An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…

He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs!

… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.

The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...

He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.

“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”

Satan

Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…

He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…

The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.

He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!

When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…

Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…

Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself…

On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...

"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."

Asmodeus

Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…

MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.

Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.

When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!

Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…

He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.

That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...

He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…

He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.

“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”

Beelzebub

He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest...

Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…

It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either…

He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…

It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…

The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...

Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?

“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”

Belphegor

Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...

That's not going to last long.

Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.

So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...

It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…

And then he heard it.

First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…

Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…

To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.

The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…

Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.

"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years

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Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #karl heisenberg #angie the doll #swearing #insults

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spookymonthincorrectquotes · 3 years

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What happens when all the characters are on Tumblr-:

Skid: Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

Pump: LISTEN-

Robert: Not all of them. 30 and 50 aren’t spelled with the letter e in it …

Roy: father god

Ross: …if you can split a number in half evenly, it’s even. 30 and 50 are odd.

Roy: -_-’

Ross: (15+15=30 25+25=30)

Robert: 25+25 = 30? You sure about that??

Kevin: Lord have mercy….

Frank: Bye

Kevin: 3 days into 2018 smh

Fat thief: LMAOOOOOOO

Thin thief: One Three Five Nine And since everything else after that is a variant of these numbers, then all odds have the letter ‘E’.

Jack: 🗣YOU FORGOT SEVEN!!

John: It keeps getting worse.

Jaune: LMAOOO WHAT IS GOING ON

Radford: My head hurts…

Phil: This is why that Tumblr University shit was the dumbest idea ever just look at this

Patty: who failed yall?

Lila: IM SCREAMING

Moloch: You whole ass forgot about eight - a number with an e and is pretty fucking even

Dexter: why would 8 be brought up if it’s EVEN in a post about ODDS??????? the post said “every single ODD number has an ‘e’ in it” not “every single number with an ‘e’ is odd” what the fuck

Eyes: 3 days until 2019 and we’re still here

Radford: happy New year’s eve

Kevin: I’m going to bring this flaming dumpster into 2019 so future generations can see what a mistake Tumblr was

Fat thief: Er, guys two is odd and doesn’t have an e. Just saying…

John: did you deadass just try to tell me two is odd? i’m fucking crying throw the whole website away

Jack: Reblogging for the last one😂

Rick: The one thing I notice is that no matter how much you want to throw this site away, you just can’t.

Happy Fella (As in the actor): TWO IS ODD?!?! PFFFTT I’M SCREAMING

Sad guy: Wait what about zero that’s an odd number ,no?

Candy Dealer: ok but hear me out fifty and thirty make up for the fact they have no e by the way they are pronounces third-E fifth-E

Susie: bro why do 30 and 50 matter THEY’RE FUCKING EVEN

Phil: what the actual fuck is happening

Fat thief: 1 is an even number

John: I’m gonna smack you

Thin thief: -30 and -50 have an e in them

Jack: Wait why are we so quick to throw away the Zero idea

Happy Fella (Dexter doll (yes he died in the middle of the post lol)): Zero isn’t a number

Robert: It can’t be divided by two though, can it

Susie: It can??? 0/2=0??

Roy: OD NUMBERS onE thrEE fivE sEvEn ninE

Robert: OD numbers huh?

Ross: Anything that ends with a 0,2,4,6,8 is even and the rest is odd (1,3,7,9) stop freaking out y’all

Pump: YOU FORGOT 5

Kevin, whos lost braincells at this point: DUDE WHAT ABOUT FOUR

Radford: What about it?????

Kevin: THAT DOESN’T HAVE E IN IT

Radford: THAT’S BECAUSE IT’S EVEN?????

Lila: A R E Y O U G U Y S O K A Y

Eye: 21 days away from 2020, folks.

Kevin: Please tell me I can start the new freaking decade with a post arguing about something as stupid as this. Please. 🙏

Pump: This is art at its finest

Ross: one week to 2020 dudes

Kevin: I’m so done

Fat thief: Im so upset that even with all the “zero is odd” “no it’s not” stuff no one bothered to point out… It doesn’t matter. Zero, 0, zEro

Thin thief: But zero isn’t odd. It’s fucking the lack of a number. It’s neutral. It’s empty. There’s nothing there

Fat thief: Zero is a number.

Mr. Wonder: A definition of an even number is that it can be divided by 2 and the result is a whole number. Since you cannot divide zero, you cant divide it by 2 and that means that zero is an odd number. zEro, onE, thrEE, fivE, sEvEn, ninE, ElEven, and then the suffix -teen and every other odd number in english contains the names of the numbers 1 to 9.

Thin thief: zero is not a goddamn odd number what. even i know that and i’m not good at math. also you can divide 0 by 2, it’s 0, you literally just divide it and you just get 0 out oh my gosh. you can’t divide by zero but you can divide zero.

John: Quote from this one “ So, technically, [zero] is even. In fact, it is the most even number there is.” also does anybody on here ever look anything up or? this is making my brain physically hurt. christ.

Jack: NO. NO FUCK YOU ALL WE ARE NOT BRINGING THIS SHIT INTO 2020. WHOEVER BROUGHT THIS BACK DID IT ON PURPOSE AND I WILL FUCKING HUNT YOU DOWN FOR SPORT FUCK YOU. FUCK THIS.

Pump: This post was an absolute train wreck and I’m cursing my followers with it

Susie: Damn you

Fat thief: “Anyone can do math, even gay people”

Thin thief: Bitch, are you sure???

The clown (Yes it's speaking English, it's TUMBLR not actual speech): This post is amazing. The Chaos is pleased.

Phil: Is this fucking number discourse

Patty: Do you have an issue with that?

Phil: No but just out of all the things it’s about numbers Just that it’s weird is all

Rick: The internet is weird, you should be used to that by now.

Pump: Yeah that’s true

Radford: At least the cum soup post was less weird than this

Lila: Uhh I’m sorry the what

Jaune: Oh boy here we go again

John: How many times have I done this so far

Jack: I’ve done this like… three, maybe four times so far

John: Do you really want to know

Fat thief: You can turn back now

Roy: Please why did I have to see this post I had midterms today and my brain is already dead I don’t have enough brain cells for this

Skid: I had never seen this before today and I told my grandma about it and she’s shaking her head in both humor and disappointment. Good job everyone!

Pump: This is the longest post but yall forgot 6

Robert: And 1,3,5,7, and 9 are odd numbers. 5 is an honorary even number, but it is still odd.

Ross: Happy 2020 everyone! Everyday we stray further from god.

Roy: two years later and we’re still… tumblr

Pump: Reminds me of the recent pinky finger somebody that I used to know debacle on tiktok

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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BTS Reaction || Faking Your Orgasms [Request] [M??]

A/N/WARNING: SOME OF THESE INCLUDE SMUT

SEOKJIN:

Jin stilled himself as you moaned into the pillow below you, he kept his hands on your hips from behind and pulled out as you frowned, turning to look over your shoulder as he began dressing himself.

"Jin?" You questioned confused as he looked back at you,

"If you're going to keep faking it without telling me why I don't want to do this anymore." You felt your heart sink as you realized he knew you'd been faking it. He turned to leave the bedroom but you grabbed onto his hand,

"Jinnnie, it's not you. I'm the problem," You stared at him with tear-filled eyes as you looked down at your hands, this wasn't how you had planned to tell him but it was the only way you were going to get out of this without him feeling bad about things.

"I can't cum because there's someone else inside of me and I just...My feelings are all over the place." You could see it only confused Jin more to hear that there was someone else inside of you,

"Jin I'm pregnant...My hormones and feelings are all over the place. I haven't been able to cum because I-I've been overthinking things..." Jin placed his hands on your stomach,

"Pregnant?" You nodded as he teared up and began smiling brightly.

"I didn't tell you yet because I'm not that far along...I was going to wait." You let out a scream at the end of your sentence as he began to cover your stomach in small kisses.

YOONGI:

When you walked into the bedroom that night you saw Yoongi sitting there on the bed with his arms folded,

"What's up? You look pissed off," You laughed softly thinking one of the guys had annoyed him or something but he took you by your hands and pinned you below him on the bed as you whined.

"Baby?" You giggled but he growled at you as he began sucking on your neck making you moan loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist to drawer him close but he pinned your legs down.

"No, no touching for you." A shiver ran down your spine as he smirked at you,

"I heard you and Jungkook talking today." He pulled your skirt down as he smirked at you, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties,

"I haven't made you cum in over a month? So you were faking it... My little princess is so needy she went to the maknae to go and complain," He laughed sarcastically before pushing two fingers into you and humming as you moaned out loudly.

"Tonight, you're not going to stop cumming." He whispered in your ear before chuckling darkly as you clenched around his fingers.

HOSEOK:

It was the boys that pointed out you might have been faking your orgasms with Hoseok, they'd heard you one night and then questioned Hoseok on what it was like and they told him the truth.

"You've been faking it this whole time and I'm the bad guy here?!" Hoseok yelled as he stared at you, you'd been ignoring him since he told you he told the boys about your sex life.

"You told them about our sex life...Our private life Hobi!" You whined as you covered your face with your hands, the feeling of embarrassment coming back, you were never going to be able to look at them ever again.

"Why are you faking your orgasms?" He sat down in front of you as you stared down at the floor beside him, it was just something you'd never been able to achieve, you'd never been able to make yourself cum and no one else had either.

"Some people just can't." You whispered, wiping the tears of your face as you remembered your other relationships going south because you couldn't cum but Hoseok took your hand,

"Then we'll find a way to make it pleasurable for you, so you won't have to fake it anymore." He promised, kissing your lips softly as you smiled at him.

NAMJOON:

When you drunkenly told Namjoon the night before that you had been faking your orgasms for a while he was hurt, he thought your relationship with one another was built and trust and that he could trust you to tell him when something wasn't working between you.

"I said that?" You groaned as you took the cup of water from him and sipped on it, wanting nothing more than to end the embarrassment of speaking like this but Namjoon sat down.

"I was doing some research, we might just need to spice things up a little and you can-" You put your hand on his mouth to stop him from talking and you shook your head.

"Baby, there's nothing wrong with our sex life." You giggled softly as you rolled over to pick up the tablets you had been prescribed by your doctor a few weeks ago, it was nothing major just some medication for headaches.

"They've been interfering with my hormones, I come off them soon...I just didn't want to make you feel bad so I faked it for a while," Namjoon blushed deeply as he set himself a mental note to delete his internet history when he went back downstairs,

"So it's not me?" You shook your head as you kissed him,

"No baby, it's not you." You whispered before laying back down and groaning about the room spinning.

JIMIN:

It wasn't Jimin's fault that you weren't able to cum it was just something you'd never been able to achieve before so every time you and Jimin would have sex you would just fake it, wanting him to feel like he was doing a good job because he was. The pleasure you experienced with him was like no other but you could never go over the edge and cum, you figured there was just something wrong with you.

"Jimin, please...It's nothing you did," You clung to his hand as he tried to walk out of the bedroom, you finally came clean and told him that you had been faking it the whole time. You didn't want to build your relationship on lies.

"I can't even pleasure my own girlfriend," He sat down on the bed feeling defeated but then he looked at you and felt even worse at the thought of you never getting to experience orgasm for real.

"You've never?" You shook your head looking down about to give him the same story you'd given your other ex's, they didn't seem to care as long as they got to cum they were done with you.

"Well then, we're going to have to find what makes you tick." He smirked pushed you down onto the bed as he kissed you roughly, kissing down your neck as you let out a small whine.

"You have to be honest this time, tell me what works and what doesn't....We'll get you there baby," He whispered in your ear before biting down on your lobe and kissing down the rest of your body, trying everything to get you to cum and by the end of the night you did. Experiencing a wave of different orgasms from him and finding out just what you did and didn't like during intercourse.

TAEHYUNG:

"What? So this whole time you've just been faking it?" You looked at Taehyung as you heard how hurt he was from the questioning but you looked down at your hands, not being able to bring yourself to stare at the love of your life and tell him he'd never been able to make you cum.

"It's not you-"

"It's not me it's you? Seriously?" You sighed as he scoffed at you but you shook your head,

"I can't! I can't cum Taehyung! It's not you, it's me...I-It gets too intense and I feel like it's too much, that I'm going to burst all over the place." You finally called out when he began leaving the room. It was the first time you'd come clean to anybody about orgasming, Taehyung figured it out that you were faking when all of your moans and groans sounded the same and you came clean to him.

"What?" He questioned turning around to look at you with a softer expression on his face, you looked up at the ceiling so the tears that were welling up in your eyes wouldn't start falling.

"They're too intense...I get so close but I have to stop because it's too much, I feel like I'll burst that it's too much." He blinked at you before kissing you desperately, laying you back against the sheets.

"What are you doing?" You panted as he began to kiss down your neck, sucking on the sweet spots that you had,

"You're going to cum, I'm going to prove to you that it's not too much and you weren't burst." You froze in fear but he looked at you,

"You can trust me." He promised you, kissing your lips softly as you allowed him to continue kissing down your body. That night for the first time you managed to let go of everything and experience what you'd heard so much about.

JUNGKOOK:

"S-Shit you feel so fucking good princess," Jungkook groaned as he slammed in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as you rode him. You bit down on your lip trying to suppress your orgasm that was approaching, you cried out before leaning forward putting your head into the crook of his neck. Jungkook stopped thrusting up into you as you began to cry into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you tightly thinking he'd moved too quickly and hurt you or something.

"It's okay, I'm sorry...I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again as he ran his hands up and down your back trying to soothe you but you shook your head.

"I can't do this anymore," You sniffled, pulling your face away from his neck as you wiped your eyes finally deciding you wanted to come clean with him.

"I-I've been faking it and I just- I was close and then-" He wiped the tears from under your eyes as he frowned,

"Did I do something wrong? Did I stop you from-"

"No, I didn't want to...I don't want to cum I look disgusting when I cum." He froze in place as he stared back at you not knowing what to say.

"Who told you that? Baby, you're beautiful," He whispered kissing all over your face as you began crying softly at his compliments explaining that one of your exes has been the one to convince you that you looked ugly whenever you would orgasm and it put you off ever wanting to do it again.

"Princess. I want you to cum, I want you to feel good." He whispered as he kissed you, asking if he could continue and you nodded. Not letting the thoughts of your past experiences cloud your judgement.

Tagline: @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @kneel-begyourpardon @taestannie @rjsmochii @sw33tnight @sweeneyblue1 @agustdjoon @jin-from-the-block @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Reactions of the dorm leaders hearing their gf get in trouble for beating a someone's ass bc they were being sexist( like girls shouldn't do this or you can act like that?) Thank you😘

A/N: this piece of writing is SFW/fluff!! Please keep in mind before you follow me, I post SFW and also NSFW! Please do not follow me unless you are 18+

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Fem! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem! Reader

Riddle would be horrified to hear you would get in trouble! Since when did his rose think it was okay to hit another student?

Once he finds out the reason though, he also gets angry at the student who harassed you based on your gender. When he finds said student who was still in pain after you beat him up, it’s “Off with your head!!!”

Riddle would lightly scold you about not letting your emotions get the best of you - he knows how it feels all too well and it doesn’t feel good for anybody afterwards.

However, he is proud of you for being able to stand up for yourself.

Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader

Leona widens his eyes and lets out a small scowl when you showed him your bruised knuckles and told him you got detention.

“Tch, what did you do that for, herbivore… seriously, getting yourself into trouble?”

When you argued that it was for good reason because the student was provoking you, telling you “You’re not strong enough to be at this school, especially as a girl”, you just about had it.

Leona smiles when he hears you proved the sexist student wrong, hearing about how the student had to be taken to the infirmary because you beat his ass like he deserved.

Leona considers taking Ruggie to the infirmary to pay the student a little visit later to ask if he’s learned his lesson yet.

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem! Reader

When Azul hears a commotion going on in the lounge from the VIP room, he didn’t expect to see you being held back by Jade.

“My, what’s the matter here?” Azul’s voice rose, making everyone silent.

Azul found out that while you were serving tables, you had been repeatedly harassed by a particular student in a big group. The student was trying to touch your hand, grab you by the waist, and his stare was unforgiving as he scanned up and down your body. Finally, when he said “Come on back to my dorm baby, you don’t need to be working with these lame guys!” you had enough and decided to punch him right in the jaw.

Azul heard your story and simply beckoned for Floyd to “get rid of him as he seems fit”, causing the eel to laugh maniacally and the student to scream as he was dragged out of the lounge.

“Angelfish, I’m happy to hear you were able to defend yourself. Next time this happens though, please let Floyd, Jade, or I know so we can get rid of the student quietly.”

Kalim Al-Asim x Fem! Reader

Kalim heard from Jamil that you were currently in detention and the boy practically jumped and ran to wait outside of the classroom where you were! You got into a fight?! His precious darling?!

Once you finally got out, Kalim was waiting for you with tears pricking his eyes and a big pout on his face. Seeing him so sad shot a pang of guilt through your body.

“Why, Y/N? What happened?” He simply asked you. After filling him in on how a student wouldn’t stop following you around and harassing you because you were a girl, Kalim wiped away his tears. “Why would someone do that?” He could only muster out as his cheeks turned pink.

Kalim feels a bit mad, but mostly disappointed at the student who did you wrong. He wants to find the person to make him apologize to you, but he realizes you might just want to let it go when you don’t want to talk about it anymore.

Kalim would comfort you with cuddles, sweet treats, and some love to help you try to feel better! He would kiss the bruises on your knuckles to hopefully make them feel better too!

Vil Schoenheit x Fem! Reader

Vil sighs in disappointment once he is told by Rook about your fight. The hunter describes the way you fought in perfect detail, telling the dorm leader how you thoroughly bruised and bloodied up the other student’s face and body.

Vil was growing increasingly upset until Rook told him WHY you had gotten into the fight. When Vil understands you did it to protect your reputation as a girl at a prestigious school, he wasn’t as angry.

Instead, he texted you immediately to come to see him. Once you do, you hang your head in shame, not wanting to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. It wasn’t until Vil lifted your chin up gently that you met his gaze with tear-filled eyes.

“I- I’m sorry, Vil… I know this could ruin your reputation so I’m sorry…” Vil would wipe your tears away and coo at you, telling you it was okay. He already sent Rook off to threaten deal with the student again.

Vil tended to your wounds and decided to try to lift your spirits by making a loving post about you on Magicam, calling you talented and strong person. Hundreds of thousands of people commented and called you beautiful, gave you words of encouragement, etc. !

Idia Shroud x Fem! Reader

Idia saw it for himself - well, if you count the video feed from Ortho’s cameras installed in his body - you slapped a student so hard in the face it left a red mark.

Ortho played back the video for Idia, showing his brother that someone was harassing you and calling you names and saying really awful things based on your gender while the two of you were on the way back to Ignihyde.

Ortho couldn’t do anything but get angry at the student so imagine his shock when you landed a hit! Idia also moved back, almost falling out of his chair!!

Idia would be surprised with you but also didn’t want you to keep getting in trouble. He doesn’t want you to get detention or anything since Ortho might start thinking it’s okay to use violence.

Idia would secretly be impressed, “Is this unlocking her delinquent skin/cutscene?”

He secretly likes how you could be tough if you wanted to be…

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

The fae prince. He can only chuckle in amusement once he’s heard what you’ve done from Sebek!

“Well, my child of man was simply trying to prove her honor. I see no wrong here…” Malleus only grinned, making Sebek angry.

Malleus would still take you on a nightly walk to discuss why violence is not always the best answer. As a future king, he needs to have a mindset that squabbles can be taken cared of in a diplomatic way.

“But Tsunotarou-,” Malleus only hushed you. He told you he wasn’t upset with your actions. If anything he was surprised in a good way!

He told you that you just need to be careful because there can be evil magic users that would ultimately try to hurt you worse than you did. Malleus is only worried that you wouldn’t have a good way to defend yourself.

“Hmph, I guess that means you need to be there to protect me then!” You tutted back. Malleus could only pat your head lightly. For you, he would defeat anybody that dared stand up to hurt you.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twst x you #twst dorm leaders #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader

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alphadaddyderek · 3 years

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(Fashionably late to) kinktober 2021 *smut*

I wrote a fic for @colethewolf's kinktober prompts and, as you can see, I'm late. Life gets in the way. What can ya do? Anyway, I wrote a fic to the prompt "witches + fingering".

summary: Okay, Stiles would like to point out that this was not his fault.

Well.

At least not 100% his fault. More like 68% his fault! All they had to do was go out far into the preserve and stop these witches. Simple stuff, right?

And it was simple!

And then here came the witches.

link to fic on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35018323

Okay, Stiles would like to point out that this was not his fault.

Well.

At least not 100% his fault. More like 68% his fault! All they had to do was go out far into the preserve and stop these witches. Simple stuff, right?

And it was simple! Stiles’ training was coming along splendidly if he did say so himself. The pack was flourishing, Derek was a great alpha, the number of betas in the pack was growing steadily. The Hale house has recently been rebuilt, but it’s been upgraded so that it can accommodate the entire pack if they choose to stay there.

It’s been great! Things have been going great!

And then here came the witches.

Fighting foes with the pack is effortless. Scott and Isaac are a formidable duo. Lydia, Cora, and Malia are scarily efficient and anybody who has to go against them is fucked to the max. Derek and Stiles work the best together, not only because they’re dating, but because they know each other the best and the fear of losing each other is a fantastic motivator.

The point Stiles is trying to make is that it’s not all his fault that shit went sideways.

It’s honestly Derek’s fault. Nobody told him to look the way that he does. That tank top he’s wearing, that shows off his muscles? The gray sweatpants that show the outline of his dick and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination? Come on now. How was Stiles supposed to concentrate?

The man is gorgeous, and Stiles doesn’t know who he needs to thank that Derek is his mate and Stiles is Derek’s, but he is forever grateful.

Needless to say, Stiles had been too distracted looking at Derek that he may have miscalculated the number of witches that were in close proximity and he may have almost died.

But honestly, who’s to say?

Also, Derek totally alphaed out and killed all the witches coming after Stiles anyway, so, everything was fine!

Totally fine.

Stiles limps his way over to Derek with a sheepish smile. “Hey,” he holds out the ‘ey’ for a few seconds.

Derek gently grabs his wrist, pulling his pain. Concern etched onto his features. “Are you okay?”

Stiles waves away his concern. “I’m a-okay Der. They really only got my left leg. I’ve done worse to myself.”

Derek snorts. “Yeah, don’t remind me.”

The rest of the pack comes over and Stiles presumes that all the witches have been taken care of.

“Stiles got hurt again?” Cora asks with a massive eye roll. Stiles would be offended but, honestly, that’s a fair reaction.

“I’ll have you know that I don’t get hurt nearly as much as I used to.”

“Doesn’t mean you still don't injure yourself on a regular basis,” Cora, rudely might Stiles add, reminded.

“Doesn’t mean you still don't injure yourself on a regular basis,” Stiles mocks. It isn’t childish, it’s what Cora deserves.

“Cora, stop antagonizing him. Stiles,” Derek sighs. “just- let’s go home so you can rest.”

Stiles sticks his tongue out at Cora and gets a feral grin in return.

“Aren’t you lucky that you’re my future brother-in-law.”

“Okay, everyone let’s go,” Derek interrupts, ignoring the borderline threat that Cora made towards Stiles. He steers Stiles towards the jeep, the rest of the pack following close behind before branching off towards their cars. “If you guys aren’t staying at the house let us know you got home safe.”

The pack makes noises of acknowledgment as Derek opens the passenger door for Stiles, earning him a sigh from said man.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t have let me drive,” Stiles says, half exasperated and half fond.

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Derek replies, helping Stiles into the seat before closing it and jogging over to the driver’s side.

Derek gets in and waits for the rest of the pack to drive away before he does the same. It’s a short drive from the preserve to the Hale house, it’s really more of a walk. However, Stiles knew someone would get hurt (probably him) and he knew nobody would want to walk back home.

They arrive at the Hale house and before Stiles can even blink, Derek is at the passenger side door, picking him up bridal style.

“Derek, oh my god. I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“No, but you’re someone who has a hurt leg. So I’m going to carry you to bed.”

Stiles mumbles under his breath, petulant.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Derek asks.

“Nothing, dear.”

Derek chuckles and walks Stiles into the loft and up the stairs to the master bedroom before depositing him onto the bed. “Do you want to take a bath?”

Stiles begins to shake his head but stops himself. Honestly, a hot bath sounds perfect right about now. “Yeah, sure. As long as you take it with me,” Stiles waggles his eyebrows.

Derek laughs. “You’re dumb.”

Stiles gasps dramatically and places a hand on his chest. “How dare?! I am a genius.”

“Okay genius, I’m going to go run the bath. Don’t hurt yourself even more while I’m gone. You can’t damage the goods.”

Stiles throws a pillow at him with a smile on his face, Derek easily bats it away midair. “Asshole.”

Derek kisses Stiles’ forehead and disappears into the en suite bathroom to turn on the tub for a minute. Meanwhile, Stiles gets started on stripping out of his clothes. It’s kinda hard because of the throbbing pain in his leg, but he manages it just as Derek walks back into the bedroom.

Stiles watches with rapt attention as Derek strips down. Letting out a wolf whistle when Derek removes his briefs.

“Holy smokes. Whoever it is that gets to touch all on that body is one lucky son of a bitch.”

Derek fondly rolls his eyes before picking Stiles up again and moving into the bathroom. He sits Stiles in the tub before getting in and settling behind him.

Stiles sighs in contentment, the water hot and soothing on his aching muscles. He leans back against Derek and closes his eyes. “This feels nice. Thank you, Derek.”

“No need to thank me. I’m just glad you’re mostly okay,” Derek rubs his hands up and down Stiles’ sides.

Stiles lets out a deep exhale and for a few minutes, they both just sit in the water, relaxing and not even bothering to wash up at the moment.

That is until Derek slips his hands down to Stiles’ thighs.

Stiles peels open one eye even though he can’t see Derek. “Sir. Are you trying to debauch me? In this here bathtub?”

Derek snorts. “Yeah, I am.”

“You wouldn’t even let me walk up the stairs yet you want to fool around?”

“You don’t have to move your leg all that much,” Derek kisses the back of Stiles’ neck and murmurs, “I’ll be the one doing all the work.”

Stiles can’t stop the shiver that runs down his back as he opens his other eye and turns around to look Derek in the eye. “You dirty dog.”

“Do you want to do this or not?” Derek asks, half-exasperated and half-amused.

“I definitely want to do this. Yes, please.”

Stiles begins sitting up so he can get onto his hands and knees but Derek stops him with a hand on his chest. Derek pushes Stiles so that he’s settled back onto Derek’s chest. Stiles makes a questioning noise as he looks back at Derek.

“Stay there. I’ll move you, okay?”

Stiles shrugs. “No complaints here.”

Derek scoots himself, as well as Stiles, forward in the bathtub so he can lay back some more. He gently lifts Stiles’ legs so that each leg is draped over each of Derek’s and reaches for the lube that they keep in the corner of the tub.

“You’re welcome. Considering I was the one who put the lube there. Just in case we ever wanted to get freaky in the tub,” Stiles mentions.

Derek rolls his eyes. “You’re the one benefiting from this. So, thank yourself, ‘cause I’m not thanking you.”

“Wow. I’m injured, because of you by the way, and this is how you treat me?”

“Because of me? What did I do?”

“You know exactly what you did. How many times do I have to tell you not to wear those sweatpants out in public?” Stiles huffs. “They're not only a danger to me but they’re a danger to society.”

Derek’s breath fans across Stiles’ neck when he laughs. “Don’t blame me for that. You should’ve been paying attention to the witches right in front of you that were trying to kill you. Nobody told you to fantasize about my dick.”

“Hmph,” Stiles crosses his arms but if he were truly mad at Derek he would’ve closed his legs and refused to go further with Derek tonight.

But Stiles will never turn down sex with Derek. They still have sex even when they’re mad at each other sometimes.

Derek’s dick really is magical. It brings people together, you know?

Derek pops open the top to the lube and squirts some onto his fingers. “We’re not going all the way tonight because of your leg. However, I feel bad that you’re injured, even though it wasn’t my fault, so I’m still gonna make you come.”

Stiles groans. He really wanted to get dicked down tonight, but Derek seems to have other plans. And ultimately, as long as he comes he can’t be too mad right?

He can still be disappointed though.

Derek reaches his lubed-up hand in front of Stiles to get in between his legs for better access to his hole. Derek circles his middle finger around Stiles’ rim and Stiles has to stifle a groan. Not of pleasure, but annoyance. Derek can be cruel when he fingers Stiles. One time Derek fingered him for an hour and a half before letting him come. But, Jesus, that was a good time. Stiles was shaking so hard that it was kind of worth it.

Derek finally —fucking finally— pushes his middle finger inside. And this time, Stiles does groan from pleasure. Derek has some thick ass fingers, and they’re long too.

Of course, Derek loves to draw this shit out, so he avoids touching Stiles’ prostate. Which is annoying but it’s par for the course around here. Even still, Derek inserts another finger and they’re filling him up so good that Stiles is okay with the lack of prostate touching. For now.

Derek shoves his fingers in and out of Stiles at a brutally slow pace and Stiles grabs Derek’s forearm.

“Please, Derek. Don’t drag this out. If you want sex ever again you’ll hurry up.”

Derek ignores him and continues being a massive dick. Mostly because he knows Stiles is bluffing.

Derek finally brushes his fingers against Stiles’ prostate and Stiles lets out a moan at the sensation. But, just as quickly as the sensation comes, it goes away.

Stiles digs his nails into Derek’s forearm. “I swear to god, Derek.”

A kiss is placed behind Stiles’ ear and he can feel the grin spreading across Derek’s face. The smug bastard.

Surprisingly, Derek does speed up as he angles the pads of his fingers to rub against Stiles’ prostate every time. Stiles closes his eyes as a whimper falls from his lips. Derek keeps rubbing his prostate, damn near massaging it and Stiles feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.

Then...Derek stops.

Stiles can’t help the curse that escapes him.

Derek hums as he inserts a third finger. The stretch is glorious and all Stiles can do is hold onto Derek and go along for the ride. Stiles removes his fingers from Derek’s forearm to wrap his arms around Derek’s bicep, basically hugging it.

Minutes, hours, hell, maybe even days go by of Derek alternating between avoiding Stiles’ prostate and stimulating the hell out of it. Stiles has long stopped trying to get Derek to hurry this along, mostly because he lost the ability to form a coherent sentence about 10 minutes ago, and he really doesn’t know how much longer he can take.

Luckily for him, Derek seems to take pity on him. The next time he aims for Stiles’ prostate, he just, doesn’t stop. Stiles can feel the tremors running through his own body, starting in his legs before moving up his spine. Derek uses his right hand —it hasn’t been doing anything all this time that Stiles kinda forgot Derek even had two hands— to grab Stiles’ cock and it’s just- it’s too much.

A whine, high-pitched and loud, tears through Stiles’ throat. And this is all just from a touch. Derek hasn’t even started stroking him yet.

Derek kisses Stiles’ temple before stroking Stiles’ cock in time with his fingers. Stiles’ legs move of their own accord and before he can even think about it, he’s closing his legs. Pain shoots up his injured leg from the action, but it takes a backseat to the pleasure he’s currently feeling. It’s too much, Stiles thinks maybe he really will die and go to heaven if he lets Derek continue. But it feels so good. Almost too good.

Of course, Stiles doesn’t actually want him to stop. So, he does nothing when Derek removes the hand from his cock to grab Stiles’ right leg and pull it to the side so his other hand can continue its assault on his prostate without resistance.

“Stop moving. You’re still injured remember,” Derek says. Not caring at all that Stiles’ brain is basically oozing out of his ears.

After what has to be like, 5 minutes (years?), Stiles can feel the tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm and he knows that Derek can too. Derek rubs his prostate harder and faster, to the point that it almost hurts. His prostate is starting to get sore from all the stimulation and tears prick at the corners of Stiles’ eyes.

Embarrassingly— or maybe it would’ve been embarrassing if Stiles had even an iota of a fuck left to give— Stiles lets out a sob. The tremors that were running through his legs are now full-blown shakes and his eyes are scrunched so tight that he knows he’s going to have blurry vision when he eventually opens them back up.

Derek sucks a hickey into Stiles’ neck. “Come on, baby. I know you’re close.”

And really, what else is Stiles supposed to do?

He opens his mouth as he comes. No sound comes out but, Jesus fucking Christ is it intense. He doesn’t think he’s ever come harder in his life. And he’s still coming, spurting out like a fountain before pooling onto his stomach, some falling into the bathwater. It lasts for, no lie, like 10 seconds. And when it finally tapers off, his legs are completely numb and he needs a nap, like, yesterday.

Derek pulls his fingers out before kissing the hickey he left behind. He rubs Stiles’ right leg. “How was that?”

Stiles doesn’t even bother trying to answer, doesn’t even know if he can.

Derek apparently wasn’t expecting an answer because he chuckles before turning the faucet on and washing his hands off. Derek starts draining the water and picks Stiles up like he weighs nothing more than a small dog. It isn’t until Derek is laying him onto the bed after drying them both off that Stiles can speak.

“We didn’t even wash up.”

Derek laughs and then shrugs, clearly not caring even a little bit.

Stiles narrows his eyes at Derek. That bastard had to have planned this whole thing. However, all Stiles cares about is cuddling with him, plus he came so hard he almost blacked out. He can’t bring himself to care all that much.

Derek gently maneuvers Stiles so that his injured leg isn’t being pressed into the bed before getting in behind him and spooning him.

It only takes Stiles a few seconds before he’s falling into that hazy place between sleep and consciousness, and before he falls into an actual, deep sleep, Derek speaks.

“You’re laying in bed all day tomorrow.”

Stiles groans but knows that he will be doing that. Derek is very persuasive, and Stiles figures if Derek can make him come like that then Derek has earned the right to tell him to do whatever the fuck he wants.

And to think, he kind of has those witches to thank for this. He wonders if he can send thank you cards to the afterlife.

#smut #sterek smut #sterek #sterek fic #my fic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #kinktober #kinktober 2021

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saskiahaggens · 2 years

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After the storm part 6

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Ploy Ending,

Pairing: Jake x fem!Reader x Richy x Phil (?)

Warnings:

contains episode 10 spoilers

mentioning of a car crash

mentioning of death

Word count: 2170

Please remember that English is not my first language, so please don't kill me.

You were shocked. It wasn't just anybody staring at you. It was Jake. It had to be an accident. He would never hurt you... right? But, months ago, you thought something like that about Richy too. Maybe he didn't see another way... for whatever he was doing.

But instead of helping, Jake just looked at you emotionless before he walked away. The pain in your body was so bad that you just couldn't call after him. You thought you saw a flash from the direction in which he had disappeared, but you felt dizzy, so it was probably your imagination.

While you were laying in the damp grass, unable to move, you at least had time for a little thinking. While you were 100% sure it was Jake who caused the crash, you couldn't think of a reason. Even if he never had feelings for you, it doesn't mean he had to kill you, right? Maybe you just had too much information about him, but otherwise he gave you that information voluntarily.

Thinking made your headache even worse... but you weren't surprised. There had to be something you could do. You just can't lay around and wait for your death, right? You weren't sure how long you had already lain there, staring into the night sky, not moving, just sobbing. You didn't cry because of the pain. No, you couldn't feel that. Feeling so deceived about Jake was a lot worse.

"Y/n!" yelled someone in the distance.

You thought you were imagining things at first, but after a second and third yell, you knew there had to be someone there.You tried calling out too, but no voice would leave your mouth. Your throat burned from sobbing. You just felt pathetic now.

"Here she is!", a different voice called.

"Y/n can you hear me? Please answer.", you saw Richy looking at you.

He carefully took you in his arms and examined you for injuries. You automatically relaxed into his warmth, because even though it's summer, the nights in Duskwood are still freezing cold. But breathing in his scent and feeling his warmth made a few questions arise in your mind. How did he know you were here? Was Jake the other voice? Was he urging Richy here to kill him too?

However, Phil entered your point of few against your expectations.

"This is all your fault.", he snapped at Richy.

"As much as I would like to argue about it right now, Y/n needs our help. So if you just want to be mad at me, then leave!"

Phil didn't answer and just looked at you.

"Can you hear us?", Richy asked, and Phil stroked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You couldn't move or talk, so you blinked a few times.

"Phil, you need to call an abundance.", Richy demanded and carefully took off his jacket (carefully to move or hurt you as little as possible).

"Why don't you call an ambulance and I stay with Y/n.", Phil proposed and tried to take you from Richys hold.

"I just want to make sure that no one recognizes me. If you remember, I was declared dead and a friend of my father's works at the rescue coordination center.", Richy explained and covered you in his jacket.

Phil didn't argue further. He stood up and walked a few steps away, before he called 911.

"Stay with me, okay Y/n," Richy said as he stroked your cheek.

"Jake.", you finally mumbled.

Richy looked sad after your words, and you realized that he got you wrong. You weren't asking for Jake, you wanted to warn him about Jake. You slightly shake your head.

"No? What no? Y/n what do you want to say?", Richy asked, confused.

"Jake. It was Jake."

Richy thought he didn't hear you right. Jake should have done this to you? Jake, who has a huge crush on you? The Jake who saved his life, after all he did, should try to end yours?

"You hit your head pretty hard. Maybe you saw it wrong. Listen, I will find a way to contact you when you are at the hospital. Don't tell anybody about your Jake theory until then. Alright? You will be okay. I promise.", he whispered and kissed your forehead.

"You should go now. They are coming.", Phil finally spoke from behind.

He was obviously mad about Richy's actions, you knew that, but he was also right. It hurts your feelings that you weren't able to say goodbye, but Richy hopefully knew that you wanted to. The said man gave your hand a quick squeeze, before he ran away.

Phil talked to you until the ambulance came. Most of his words were apologies or questions, but it's not like you could answer them anyway. Unfortunately, he wasn't allowed to come with you. While you were sad at first, the rescue workers gave you medication, so you didn't notice anything from the trip anyway.

The next thing you really remembered was waking up in the hospital the next morning. You were alone, but you were happy about it. You needed to think about so many things.

While you were starring at the ceiling thinking about everything that happened last night, Phil had to talk to Alan about what happened. Unknown to you, he waited the whole night in an uncomfortable chair in the hallway. He wasn't allowed to visit you, but he didn't want to leave you either. Alan understood his decision, so he was kind enough to ask him about the accident in the hospital.

"We asked his parents, Mr Hawkins. The jacket she was wearing was definitely one of Richy Rogger's. "

"I gave it to her. He once forgot it in my bar and I couldn't give it back to him before he died. Richy meant much to her. I gave it to Y/n as a memory or something. It's not like he would need it anymore anyway."

"Mr Hawkins. As much as I want to believe you, there is a problem.", Alan answered, "Her wounds didn't add up with the accident you described to us." She has a dislocated shoulder, a head laceration, bruised ribs, and a sprained wrist. That is almost nothing for an accident of this magnitude."

"I told you everything I know. I don't know what happened; she was alone. She borrowed my car. When I found her, she was laying on the ground as if somebody had driven her over. But I didn't do it. I was at the Aurora the whole time. But we have proof that somebody did this to her on purpose.", he hastened.

"I don't think so, because if the accident really happened like you described. Your friend would be dead." Phil felt even worse after the diagnosis. "How could she get out of the car, but wasn't able to move or speak afterwards? You said you had proof. Can I see it then?", Alan asked.

"I don't have my phone with me right now. Whoever it was took a picture and sent it to me, otherwise I wouldn't have found her.", he lied. He couldn't just say that the picture was sent to Richy, right?

"Bring the picture to the police station as soon as possible.", he demanded, and started to walk away, but stopped himself and turned around to say one last thing. "Do yourself a favor, Mr Hawkins, and don't leave Duskwood.", Alan said, and left the hospital.

He was annoyed that he - again - was the prime suspect. Didn't they look at the car? It wouldn't be in that condition after you hit a human. It would take a grizzly to do that much damage.

Alan visited you the next day and wanted you to answer some questions too. He promised you, you were allowed to see your friends after that, so you didn't complain.

"So Mrs Y/l, what happened that night?", he asked.

Of course he would start with an open question, you thought, but still tryed to remember everything.

"I was driving. It was dark and the driver of the other car had no lights on, otherwise I would have seen him.", you started and watched his movements closely. "When I finally saw him, it was to late to react and I crashed into him. I think I was unconscious for a few seconds, because the next thing I knew was, that he was standing next to me."

Alan nodded a bit while you were talking and wrote himself some notes.

"So you were still in the car?"

"Yes, he probably cut my seat belt because he was standing next to me for a few seconds. Then he dragged me out of the car. He searched for something. At least he was doing something with the car. He checked my pockets too. When he was finished, he looked at me for a couple of seconds and then left."

"You said 'he'. Could you see his face or did he say something to you?", Alan asked.

"No, it was to dark to see a face and he didn't say anything. I just guessed it. He was pretty strong, but he wasn't built like anybody I know."

"Mr Hawkins said someone sent him a picture."

"After he walked away, I saw a flash. So he probably took it then. I know what this looks like. It was Phil's car, and he was the one who found me. But I drove myself. I just borrowed it, because I arrived by bus here. He didn't drove me over."

"I believe you. You don't have to worry, Mrs Y/l. Almost everything stands against this theory. But I still have one last question. Mr Hawkins said something questionable. He said, that 'We have proof'. Do you know who he meant when he said 'we'?"

"I don't know, maybe he meant me or he showed the picture to my friends. I really don't know."

Alan left after that, and you were finally allowed to see your friends. They were all very worried. Especially Phil. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. Jessy later told you that he didn't. He was in the hospital the entire time, but wasn't allowed to see you.

"Seems like this group is magically attracted to car accidents.", you mumbled after everyone left, excluding Phil.

"Y/n, why is Richy alive?" he asked directly.

"Jake saved him. They asked me to not tell the others. I guess Jessy told you the truth, about Hannah's disappearance."

"She told everyone, except Hannah.", he answered.

"Richy isn't a bad guy. He wanted to do the right thing, he just did it the wrong way."

"The guy who crashed your car sent him a picture.��He wrote something like, 'this is what you get'. I don't think he is a nice guy. Sorry.", Phil grumbled.

"But when he sent the picture to Richy, how did you know about it?", you asked, confused.

"He called me. Of course, I had many questions and didn't want to help him, but he said you were in danger. He sent me the picture and wanted to know where that place was. Luckily, I recognized the area, but I didn't want him to go alone. After all, it was his fault."

"No it wasn't. I can't tell you more about what happened because I simply don't know more, but I can guarantee you it wasn't about him."

"Y/n be careful with what you do. I don't trust him and I don't want you to be hurt more than you already are.", Phil mumbled and stroke your cheek, like Richy did two nights before.

"I'm, Phil, but please don't tell the others about him. He has to do it himself, someday or another."

"I hope you are right, my flower, because I can't bear to lose you.", he whispered and kissed your cheek. "I have to go now, the Aurora opens in half an hour. Be careful.", he stood up and walked to the door.

"Always. Oh, and could you do me a favor? It is so hot in here. Could you open a window, please?"

"I know that I'm good looking, but I didn't know you saw it the same way.", he laughed, but did what you asked for. "I will visit you tomorrow, so don't run away."

"Very funny, Mr Hawkins. Don't run over pretty girls."

"I only hit the most beautiful," he winked before shutting the door.

What just happened? You were a little happy that you weren't the only person who knew about Richy. On the other hand, Phil wasn't probably the best person to know. You decided to get some rest because the day was quite eventful, but after dozing for a few minutes, you wished Phil had never opened the window in the first place.

The floor cracked. Loud. It got you out of your slumber and, in a panic, you turned to the window. Your shoulder screamed at you in pain, but you were too shocked to notice it.

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pastelwitchling · 3 years

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Michael tells Alex about the Dictator.

Michael was leaning forward on his knees, staring at the flames of the bonfire. He was slowly losing his mind, he knew it, but that didn’t make him pick up his phone and call Max for guidance or Isobel to apologize. He didn’t call Maria to ask if she was having any visions about his future, or Valenti to look him over for a burn mark he might’ve miraculously missed.

Mr. Jones had told him all he’d needed to know, and now the rest of the world felt muffled, like there was cotton in his ears. He didn’t want to talk to his siblings, he didn’t want his friends’ advice or insight. He didn’t think he could ever move away from this bonfire again, watching the flames taunt him. Because they knew they couldn’t hurt him, and that it was torturing him.

When a car drove up to the junkyard, Michael was flooded with memories of another late-night visitor. He looked up, traitorous hope climbing his throat before he could help it. When he saw Isobel behind the wheel, his heart sagged back to the bottom of his stomach, and he returned to staring at the fire.

It was frightening how, even after a year apart, just the thought of the airman cut through his haze like a knife.

Isobel stepped out of her car and stood across the bonfire, her arms crossed. She sighed. “I think you should talk to Alex.”

Michael’s eyes flickered upward. Isobel looked shaken, and the brotherly part of him wanted to be protective and concerned, but the bigger part couldn’t muster the will.

He offered a small, humorless smirk, the only kind he could manage, and held his still untouched beer bottle to his lips. “Pardon?”

Isobel wasn’t having it. She came to stand in front of Michael, blocking his view of the flames. “You’re not okay,” she said simply.

“Would you be?” he answered without looking at her, the cruelty evident in his tone.

“I don’t know why you’re listening to Jones of all people,” she tried. “You’re the one who said we shouldn’t –”

“Is,” Michael cut her off, shutting his eyes. “Not now, okay?”

Isobel said nothing for a moment, then huffed. She grabbed the chair nearest Michael, pulled it closer, and sat down, facing him. “You need to talk to Alex, Michael. You’ve . . . you’ve never listened to anybody like you listen to him, and he’s smart. He’ll tell you what I already know, and . . .” she shook her head. “Maybe you’ll believe him.”

Michael said nothing. He said nothing as Isobel sighed, kissed his temple, and told him she’d come by again in the morning. He said nothing as she got in her car with a final plea for him to go see Alex. He said nothing as she drove away.

He said nothing because he couldn’t admit that he’d been terrified of this beyond anything else. Facing Alex again, after everything he’d done. But he wanted it. He wanted to see Alex so badly, and though he knew it might only push him further over the edge until he felt nothing at all, he also knew he would be worse off not seeing Alex at all.

When Michael dared ask himself what he wanted, the answer was clear; he didn’t want to see or talk to anybody, but he could manage just enough strength to talk to Alex. Only to Alex.

On his way to Alex’s house, he thought of all the ways he could explain what he was doing there, where to begin in what he’d discovered. But it looked like Alex had somehow known he was coming because he didn’t give him the luxury of working out a script in his head. Instead, Michael found him in his front garden, kneeling in the mud and pulling at weeds. He had one hand on the dirt beside a few roses, as if careful not to accidentally hurt them.

Michael pulled his truck to a stop, watching the ends of Alex’s hair stick to his skin with sweat, the way his brows pinched in concentration, but his hands worked gently. A lump formed in Michael’s throat. He thought about the things he’d said to Alex almost two years ago, and the way he’d made him feel.

“I don’t think we’re good for each other, Alex.”

“I like Maria, okay?”

“I’m saying no.”

Michael shut his eyes tight. What right did he have to talk to Alex now? He clenched his jaw and swallowed thickly. He started to turn the steering wheel when Alex glanced up and their eyes caught through the windshield.

Alex straightened and raised a hand in startled greeting. Michael hesitated. He should’ve driven away, escaped as quickly as possible, but he hadn’t seen Alex in a year, and only barely glimpsed him at the bus stop when he’d come back before he quickly turned away, unable to stand the sight of him and Forrest together. And he missed him. He missed him like he didn’t think he could ever miss anybody.

Seeing him now had Michael itching to be closer, to touch. Before he could tell himself it was a bad idea, he parked his truck. Alex pushed himself to his feet as Michael stepped out.

“Hey –” Michael started and stopped as Alex breathlessly pulled him in for a one-armed hug.

“Hi,” Alex said and started to pull away, but Michael kept a hand on his back, keeping him close for a few more seconds. He turned his face into his hair, breathing him in. He was so warm and felt so good, his soft strands tickling Michael’s cheek.

When Alex finally stepped back, Michael saw that he looked tired, but was smiling, his cheeks dusted pink. “I was going to come see you tonight.”

“Y-You were?”

“Yeah,” Alex dusted the mud off the hem of his shirt, but Michael’s hand was still on his waist. “We haven’t talked since I got back. I missed you.”

Michael let his hand fall and allowed himself to stay close. Just for another few minutes, before Alex found out the truth about him and pushed him away in disgust.

He forced a chuckle. “I’m flattered, Private.”

As Alex searched Michael’s face, his eyes narrowed, and his smile slowly dimmed. “What’s wrong?”

Michael’s brows furrowed and he was about to shake his head, to say nothing was wrong, then Alex pursed his lips and said, “That bad, huh?”

He tried for another chuckle, but it got caught in his throat and sounded weak to his own ears. “Alex, I don’t –”

But Alex was already dusting the dirt off his hands. Michael briefly noted the strange new ring on his finger. At his confused look, Alex smiled, “I’ll put some coffee on.”

Ten minutes later found Michael in Alex’s living room, two steaming cups of coffee on the table in front of them. Michael sat on Alex’s couch, while Alex took the bench in front of his keyboard. He had changed into his sweats and an Air Force t-shirt, and Michael kept alternating between fear of what he would say, studying every freckle on Alex’s face and neck, and ogling his strong arms. He was always toned, but it was evident he’d spent the last year working out.

“You look good,” he thoughtlessly blurted.

“And you’re stalling,” Alex said, blushing.

“I’m not,” Michael truthfully said. “You look really good.”

“Guerin,” Alex leaned in. “What happened?”

Michael met Alex’s eyes and felt his own burn, the plagues of his mind coming at him at once with the genuine care in Alex’s eyes. He wondered how many minutes he would have before that kindness turned to cruel satisfaction.

“Karma,” he said. “I . . .” he looked down at his lap, his fingers playing. “I think I know who my dad is.”

Alex’s eyes widened slightly before his captain’s training kicked in, and he schooled his expression to one of indifference. “Okay. Who?”

Michael shook his head. He whispered, “A monster.”

At the confused furrow of Alex’s brows, Michael launched into the story of everything Jones had told them. He thought it’d be impossible to speak at all, but Alex held his gaze and it gave him a strength he didn’t think would last outside these walls.

By the time he was done, he was pacing the length of the living room, and Alex watched calmly from where he sat.

“This guy might’ve chased my mom and Louise off our planet in the first place,” Michael raged, his heart racing. “My mom – my mom, Alex – made Max in a lab so she could use him.” A rough chuckle escaped his lips. “And all the crap I gave you because of Jesse –”

“Guerin,” Alex said gently. “Sit down. Please.”

Michael clenched his fists, and sat down. He shook his head, staring at his cold cup of coffee. “What do I do now?”

Alex raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Michael looked up at him. “Alex,” he reminded him, “my dad’s a villain.”

“So is mine,” Alex sighed, taking their mugs to the sink. “It happens.”

Michael stared, and stood to follow. “Do you not get –”

“I get that this is freaking you out,” Alex said simply, and turned to face him. He leaned against the sink. “I get that you’re angry.”

“Angry?” he scoffed. “I’m a monster’s son!”

Alex raised a cool brow. “So?”

“So my parents are supposed to be heroes!” he slammed his fist against the wall, and all the furniture jumped a good foot before falling back down.

Alex looked unaffected, but when he spoke, his voice was soft. “I know.”

“My mom used Max! My dad destroyed everything!”

“I know.”

“Fire,” he breathed, “fire doesn’t hurt me, Alex.” He shook his head. “It feels wrong.”

Alex took Michael’s face in his hands. “It’s not.”

Michael opened his mouth on a silent sentence, whatever he was going to say next lost as Alex brushed his cheek with his thumb.

“I . . .”

Alex gently pulled Michael in against him, hugging his shoulders. Against the crook of his neck, he whispered, “I’m sorry your family’s more human than you wanted them to be.”

Michael shuddered. He tried to push Alex away, to get angry, but in his embrace all he could feel was the desperate need to be closer. He ended up grabbing Alex’s hips, his fingers curled tightly in the material of his shirt.

“Why don’t you hate me?” he demanded. “Yell at me, laugh, tell me I deserve this!”

Alex held him tighter and shook his head.

“Why not?” he urged through grit teeth, his eyes burning. “I do deserve it, Alex. I made you feel like crap because of your dad. I . . . I left you alone –”

“Shh,” Alex said softly, raking a gentle hand through Michael’s curls.

“Hate me,” he begged. “Please, get mad at me.”

“Am I monster,” Alex asked, and Michael stilled, “because of my dad?”

Michael was already shaking his head. “You’re my hero, Alex,” he said without missing a beat. “But –”

“And you’re mine,” Alex whispered, his lips brushing the bare skin of Michael’s shoulder where his shirt was pulled back. It made it very hard for Michael to think.

He opened his mouth to argue, to say something, but before he realized his vision had gone blurry, big fat tears were falling down his cheeks and onto Alex’s shirt. Alex held him even tighter.

“We’ll figure it out,” Alex said lightly, as if this was no big deal. As if he had no doubt in his mind the kind of person Michael was, the hero he was. “Everything’s fine, Guerin. I promise everything’s fine.”

Michael’s hands slowly came up Alex’s back, his fingers clawing through his shirt and into his skin, holding him back even tighter.

“I missed you, Alex,” Michael breathed, and buried his face in the crook of Alex’s neck. “I missed you so much.”

Alex chuckled softly. “I’m flattered.”

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moxfirefly · 4 years

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I have to thank @southernblossoms for this one, she got evil!Leo in my brain and he hasn’t left ever since.

TW: Violence, Gore, Blood, NSFW content below

Rated Explicit (18+ years)

“She said I'm looking like a bad man, smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more, no more

I said I'm just tired”

Leonardo always knew there was an inch inside of him that was darkness.

If left alone and unchecked, it would spread. Fester like some disease and he feared that someday he’d allow it to course through his body so freely.

And let it win.

It seemed today would be that unfortunate day. A night like any other, just more bloodshed than necessary. But hey, who said they should go and kill his father? Torture him to such an extent and string up his body for his brothers and him to find.

In that very moment that inch had grown in his soul to a degree that it blinded him. All he knew was to destroy, to hurt and erase those who had done this. He felt so cold, hands cupping his fathers motionless bloodied feet, the gentle tapping of blood and the cries of his brothers echoing in his ears.

So when Leo stood, bloodied (not bathed in his own), holding the head of the monster responsible, how could he regain peace? This had only brought a momentary second of reprieve and it was so fleeting. He looked into Shredder’s lifeless eyes, numbness spreading but a need that had started out as an inch. A need to kill everyone who had been part of this, directly or indirectly.

They all deserved so much worse.

They all deserved death.

Slow and torturous.

He had disappeared after that night. His brothers knew that this was the end of their leader, of their beloved brother who wanted to believe that good in this world could prevail.

For them they never imagined that Leo would just let the darkness take hold of him, nestle him with such a loving embrace. For him to embrace it right back felt justified, for his brothers it painted the gory picture of things to come.

They never expected to meet him in the opposition. To view him as foe and not family. Leonardo had quickly taken hold of the scum of the earth. He had molded the darkness to serve him.

Raphael thought Shredder was their worst enemy.

He never expected to have Leo claim that spot in a matter of months.

The Foot had fallen under his ruling, and he wasted no time in setting examples, and the bloody path those examples left behind never seized to churn the brothers stomachs.

There was no means of bringing him back, and perhaps it’s for the better.

Because whatever has eaten away inside of Leonardo cannot simply be flushed out of his body, nor ripped from his very soul. The body counts too high by now as he strays further and further away from what he was taught.

From what his father taught him...

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You run with the unsavories. An eat or be eaten mentality that has caused you to survive years and years of gang wars and mutant freaks. Not like you’d throw about that last bit, much less when you’re standing single file, close to pissing yourself because he’s there.

And Christ he’s a sight to behold.

A rumor, a legend, a monster.

You tell him you’ve got valuable info, you know where to follow the trail that’ll lead to success. Even when your partner tries to push his chin up in front of Leonardo, you’re already wincing at what his demise will be shaped in.

Leo really loves cutting heads off.

A strong emphasis on loves.

You swallow, eyes flying anywhere but the rapidly growing puddle of blood that approaches your feet. Even then, your eyes stray towards the newest leader of the Foot, Leo punctures his katana into the head, a crude skewer as he lifts it and examines the severed body part as if answers lie in the gush of blood that falls. Those dark blue eyes move on you, you swallow.

He walks over to you, blade in hand, blood tap tapping onto the ground “Your information” Leo’s voice is weightless, bored almost. You motion towards your pocket, the crumpled up note with a poorly drawn map the key to your salvation. Leo reaches his hand in and you’re still, stiff and frightened by the intrusive touch and his proximity.

He pulls the note out and examines, the ghastly expression of horror on the decapitated head so close you can smell the coppery scent. “Can you get more of this? The coordinantes?” You crane your neck to look at him, his stature imposing. “Yeah, I’m your girl for that shit, swear on it” He flicks the blade and the sound of the head rolling makes your stomach flip flop along with it.

You feel the tip of a bloodied katana on your chin.

“Don’t make me cut off such a pretty head, hm?” You want to nod but the blade digs and Leo’s mouth twitches in something akin to a smirk. The small cut to your chin stings, but you wonder why other parts of you vibrate.

The danger, the adrenaline, Leonardo.

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Your next meeting doesn’t quell your nervousness. Leonardo is an impressive sight as always and it’s imposible to ignore that maybe you won’t make it out alive every time you both meet. Unless proven useful, which you take to heart. You bring all sorts of information, names, rumors, possible gangs wanting to take him on, the police. Any word you heard in regards to him.

“It’s possible they might try to meet you half way, catch you off guard” The warehouse is chilly, that fall weather starting to hit but Leo’s unfazed, the black tails of his mask move with the gust of winds. “Stupid of them to assume that” The second floor of the warehouse seems to be his own, leaving the rest of the crew bellow. He sits on the windowsill, cloth running up his katana, it had been bloody when you were brought in.

“I’m just repeating what I heard, I’m sure you’re more than adept to take them on” You stick your hands in the pockets of your jacket, you’d been frisked not like you were stupid enough to bring a weapon to this.

But then again, the more he polished that sword, the more you wished you had something.

“What else have you heard? Any word on Karai?” The woman in question had appeared to have disappeared into thin air after Shredder’s death and Leo taking command of the Foot soldiers. Wether she planned to reclaim what was hers or if she had simply quit was beyond you and anybody else. “Nothing on her, she might’ve skipped town or the country” You offered, eyes following the sword as Leo placed it on a nearby table.

“She strike you as the type? A coward?” He walked over towards you, his expression so eerily unreadable.

Yet, your eyes wandered over him. Over muscle and scales. Overs scars and bruises. That illogical part of your brain making you wonder and fantasize, because fear could be exciting.

There was something exciting about Leonardo.

“Well?” He was in front of you, looking down at you. It hits you how minuscule you must look to him.

“Probably plotting? You did murder her dad” You find his eyes, you swallow.

“Well he murdered mine. Eye for an eye...” He spoke gently almost.

“Makes the whole world go blind” You finished for him, and maybe that was stepping on a line but you noticed the corner of his mouth twitch up. For a brief second you catch his eyes scan yours, move across your face and settle at your lips.

Passed your neck, towards your breasts.

He turns around and grabs his sword.

“One week, find more info on her, your pay is downstairs” You’re dismissed and before you process anything a Foot soldier is ushering you downstairs and shoving an envelope in your hands.

That night you dream about what your lips might feel like against reptilian scales.

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Karai’s whereabouts are practically unheard off. If there was a trail it had run cold months back and judging from the word of mouth being passed around there wasn’t anything sustainable. You dig up anything and everybody. Every dirt bag with an agenda, ex Foot soldiers, opposing gangs, the mob and just about anybody you have in your radar.

It yields nothing.

You can’t return to Leo with nothing.

Rubbing a hand across your tired face, you make your way through the back alleys of the city. Your one week was coming up and all you had were weak possibilities and baseless assumptions. In your line of business enough information to create doubt can go a long way, but this was conspiracy levels bad.

So you thought and you thought quick.

Pulling out your phone you called him first. Perhaps a dumb move but at the same time you figured it showed that you were trying. You asked if the two of you could meet, the line briefly went quiet before your text tone startled you. He hung up and you were met with the address of a building in Brooklyn and to go up to the roof.

To say you were scared was to put it lightly.

You were shitting yourself.

The roof of the building had a green house which seemed unused but it looked like it was being kept up with the vegetation still green and alive. Your hand made for the door knob but something you could only name as a sixth sense made you freeze.

Leo was there, the shift in the atmosphere was impossible to deny. Your turned and blinked.

Wherever he had been, it must’ve been worse. There was blood on him, a fresh gash by his arm and the steady drip drip of blood hitting the concrete. “Jesus are you...?” You knew he was ok, but whomever had been on the receiving end of this had it by far much worse.

“Inside, go inside” He motioned for the green house and you did. Your eyes scanned around hoping to find something to help with. There was a nest of sorts in a corner, several blankets and cushions, a table and a chair amidst the plants. You found what you were looking for near the bonsais, a shelf with a box of first aid. Leo went towards a counter with a basin and a jar of water, he went about cleaning the gash on his arm.

You approached him with the box of first aid, blue eyes were cautious as you took out antiseptic and gauze. Leo had turned to face you, giving you more room to work on his arm as you bandaged it. “You alright?” Your voice held hesitation, Leo’s questioning gaze turned to amusement. “I’m fine, what I want to know is why you wanted to meet” You finished bandaging him and took a step back.

Pick your words wisely, you thought with a slight shutter.

“Listen I’ve spoken with any and everyone who might have any clue but Karai is off the radar”Swallowing a lump in your throat you shrugged off your jacket, worry manifesting in heat. “I know this isn’t what you wanted and I’m really fucking good at my job but this bitch is either underground or who knows! Dead for all I know!” The exasperation and worry was clear as day, he either took this the right way or the wrong way.

Wrong way being you end up pushed off this very building, at best ironically enough.

Leo swallowed the information, clearly bouncing it around his head. The dry specks of blood scattered across his green flesh. An odd silence fell amongst you both and even when he rose in all his imposing glory you kept your eyes focused on him. Getting a read on that cold calculated gaze of his was hard enough.

Your throat feels painfully dry once he has you backed up against the wall. Something about dying alone with not even an audience to witness it didn’t sit too right with you.

But then again, Leo’s large hand gripped your neck, nothing too tight but enough to alert you to its presence. Those blue eyes looked haunted but just beneath that laid something you couldn’t just place your finger on. The tips of his fingers lightly caressed you, one of them fascinated with your quickened pulse. You can’t blink, unsure what may happen and when he dips down your adrenaline makes you flinch.

Leo halts his movement, his blood feels like it’s pumping loudly enough for you to hear. Wide eyed you lean up instead and ghost your lips against his, Leo sighs through his nostrils and it stays that way. A pull but not enough of a push because there’s still fear in your blood and a hesitation that you can’t put a name to from Leonardo.

Your phone going off startles you, nearly making you jump out of your skin and to a fraction of your dismay Leo takes a step away. One of your contacts name flashed on the screen which meant there could still be some good news. Your turned away to speak, pulling a marker from your pocket you write down some information on your forearm. It’s a quick conversation and once done you turn to see Leo putting together his gear again.

You bit your lip, whatever was about to happen would just have to take a back seat. ‘Fucking coward’ you can’t help but think about yourself.

“One of my guys says he might have it on good authority that Karai is still here” You watch him turn his head to listen, even if he’s got his back/shell to you. “Well?” He pushes while adjusting his swords.

“He says she might’ve just met up with...with one of your brothers” Tense doesn’t even begin to explain what his body did, the mear mention of his family was a sore subject and you had been warned to not even attempt to open that can of worms. Swallowing and feeling your throat stick from how dry it felt you see him pull out a key and toss it to you. “Send me that address, you’ll get your money at the warehouse” You barely manage to catch the key to the greenhouse, but still you raise a brow at the offering.

“Come back here when you’re ready” Is all he says about it, confusion is painted on your face but when he moved to leave he takes a moment to hold your chin. “Don’t make me regret this” He says and before you can attempt to ask he’s gone.

You stay there, twenty minutes or so in nothing but your thoughts and his words swimming around your mind.

Feeling heat between your legs and a lick of frustration consuming you.

_____________

Two weeks you contemplate the key in your pocket.

Two weeks you let your thumb hover over his number but never press down.

For two weeks you find your pillow between your legs, trying to reach the sensation he managed with just his body close to yours.

But nothing.

It’s not enough.

New York is covered in rain as you make your way through the sea of people. Regardless of the many umbrellas you still get soaked and by the time you’re up on that roof, hand digging out the key to the green house you’re drenched.

Inside you shake off the excess and remove your jacket. The cold hits you and you can’t help but feel silly that you’re here, maybe this is his way of taking you out, you’re not needed anymore by now you assume.

You turn on the few lanterns that are scattered through the room. Kicking off your boots you rub your arms and shiver, flesh breaking out into goosebumps as the door creaks open once more.

Leo’s equally drenched when he steps through, the black tails of his mask sticking to him. The two of you just stare at one another, steady drips of water and the rain outside picking up more strengh.

Carefully you watch him begin take apart his gear, leaving his katanas by the door. He’s trying to keep your apprehension at low levels, his steps slow and soft. You let your arms fall to your sides and as your heart tries to hammer out of your chest you don’t flinch this time, even as his hands go for the hem of your long sleeve. You take a deep breath as his eyes wander across your now exposed flesh. The fascination goes straight to your core, feeling yourself warm up as his hands rest on your stomach.

With trembling hands you unbutton your jeans and step out of them and the inhale Leo takes as he closes his eyes makes you reach for him. He holds you against him and sighs, large frame shuddering at the feel of your skin against his reptilian one. He buries his snout against your neck, breathing harder as his hands run all over your back and rear. Leo grips and kneads the flesh and a groan escapes against your ear that makes your wrap your arms around his neck. He feels the softness of your breasts against his chest, he’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t been dreaming about them for months now.

You can’t wrap your head around it but he feels just as you fantasized about him. The roughness of his flesh, the edges of his shell and god his teeth nip at your neck with a growl. Wiggling out of his hold you start to undo whatever else needs to be taken off and Leo can’t help but smirk at your frenzied movements. He allows you to undress him, he’s gutted when your hands land on his waist as you start to kneel before him.

“No, no, kiss me first” He cups your face and presses his mouth against yours and that’s it, you’re done for, you’re hooked and can’t go back now. His kiss is possessive, forceful and it drowns every thought in your brain.

You pressed against one of the tables with the many Bonsais when Leo’a tongue slithers into your awaiting mouth. He sits you down on the table and nudges your legs apart to fit himself in between them, you crane your neck up losing yourself in his kiss. He can taste rain water, feels the sweat and rain mingle on your skin. God he wants to run his tongue all over you, eat you whole if he could.

It feels like forever when he pulls away, reluctance in his body. Blue eyes search into your e/c eyes, he wants to see something maybe your fear so he denies himself falling into this rabbit hole. Your hands press against his plastron and gently you run your nails down the hard plates, you shake your head fascinated by the texture. He’s rough but strong, a marvel of a species.

With some difficulty you managed to push your underwear off and spread yourself again for his viewing pleasure. “I want you,” You nodded, eyes falling to the hard length between his legs. Leo wraps a large hand around it and pumps slowly, body shivering at the sensation. “God I fucking want you so bad” You feel him come back to you, mouth on yours in yet another harsh kiss.

The tip of his cock nudges against your wet heat and he bites your lip at the sensation. Leo pushes into you so frustratingly slow, even as his girth stretches you to a point you’ve never been before. You want him inside of you now, and Leo couldn’t agree more. He bottoms out inside of you with a lengthy groan, head thrown back in ecstasy. “You feel... so fucking good” He growls out through gritted teeth, hips picking up speed as you wantonly take him in. You press your lips to his chest and moan with each slow but pronounced thrust of his hips.

His hand finds itself at the back of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair to keep your gaze on his. The slight tug burns so good and you can’t help but keep your pleasure filled gaze on his own. Lips parted you let him rock into you steadily until his thrust start to slam into you. The sensation spreads all over your body, little shocks of pleasure rocking your body.

“Mine, you’re going to be mine and only mine” He voices lowly, a threat laced in his passion. You’re too far gone to speak, nodding aimlessly at his every word, moans falling from your lips. “Nobody will own you like I do, nobody will touch you, Y/N? You understand? I’m making you mine” He pressed his forehead to yours, lost in this feeling.

“Fuck yes, yours, I’m gonna be all yours” You lick his lips and when he reaches a hand between both your bodies your mind goes blank. A vicious shudder overtakes you as you muffle a scream against his jaw. He fills you up so good and so warm with a strange vibration that sounds like an endless growl. Each rope he pumps into you making his eyes roll back. You’re shattered against, limp and raw throat from the scream that leaves your mouth.

He watches your come down, hand against your cheek, thumb running across your lips. When he pulls out just enough to watch his essence cascade out of your pretty little hole, he pumps himself back into you. His eyes say it all, from here on out whatever your life was up to this point is over and done with. Leo nuzzles you still lazily pumping himself in you, blissful to the little tremors your cunt produces around his member making him harden once again. Picking you up, bodies still joined, he makes his way to the nest of blankets on the floor.

You hold onto him, all you can do is hold onto him.

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It’s rather odd to be in this position. With an entire year that’s passed it never seems to feel normal, not that you’re complaining though.

Being in a position of power by proxy has its fucking fun rewards.

For example nobody in this city will ever contemplate taking you out. Unless they want a very pissed off Foot Leader to set fire to the city and maybe even the world. From opposite points to now standing at his side. No one is to address you as below them, or touch you or let alone breath the same air you do.

You can still hear the bones that were cracked when one particularly unruly Foot soldier made snide comment about you. Each crack of the mans arm being slowly twisted until his arm broke still rang in your ears to this day. Leo hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even scowled even as the twist turned to pulling the limb off.

He did in fact fuck you hard against the glass windows of the hotel suite he had you both in. The copper scent lingering on his scales, but enraptured with the heat enveloping his cock.

With the city at war everyone had began to run amok to do their own barbaric things. Each part of the city divided between gangs, mobs, mutants, police and civilians. You were out on active Foot duties, you were still free to do as you pleased but with protection and Leo demanded your whereabouts on the hour due to possibilities of abduction.

He knew you were a weakness.

But did he give a shit? Of course not. Let them try, he hasn’t needed an excuse for his tyrannical acts thus far, but if harm did ever befall you, you only wished you could witness what his methods would be to exact his revenge.

And he was so familiar with revenge after all.

You admire yourself in the full length mirror, examining the body that training under Leo has provided you. The mutant terrapin in question comes up from behind you and wraps his strong sculpted arms around your waist. You can’t help but smirk as he rest his chin a top your head. “We’re heading out in half an hour” He mumbles against your hair, enjoying the scent. You watch through the mirror as his hands rub up and cup your breast, with a sigh you rest against his strong build. “What’s on the agenda tonight? Purple dragons?” You feel him shake his head, fingers dipping inside the cups of your bra. “Mob,” Is his sole reply.

You bite your lip, gripping his wrists. “We’ll be late” You try to muffle a moan as he tweaks a nipple, he grinds against your backside. “I’m killing them regardless, and I much rather have the scent of your cunt on my hands while I listen to their boring excuses for parley” Your knees buckled when you felt his hand slither inside your underwear, finger already parting your lips and humming as he feels how wet you already are.

You feel his other hand wrap around your neck, keeping you upright and your gaze on the mirror as his finger dips into your welcoming heat.

He engulfs your every thought, every sensation; and what’s the fate of the world when you’ve got him? He chose you just as much as you chose him. You’ve never considered yourself good, scumbag street rat who just happened to make a living amongst the other scumbags. But this? With Leonardo and the trail of bloodied heads he’s left behind, it’s hard not to be excited to see gasoline be poured on the city. He trails his lips to the shell of your ear and you can’t help but grin.

“Mine” He says.

Burn everything.

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MHA Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 4)

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Shigaraki

You hadn’t meant to cause that level of destruction. It was an accident.

But they hadn’t seen it that way.

Their words followed you even when they could not. You could hear the accusations ringing in your head whenever you used your quirk – for better, or for worse. It became easier to ignore as you slowly learned to stop caring.

Until your quirk went out of control again.

You woke up in a dark room with a pounding headache and exhausted limbs. The doctor who was looking after you (a man you were relatively certain had no actual medical knowledge) had gotten very close and asked how much you remembered. When you informed him that it wasn’t much, he had smiled.

“Well, you certainly drew attention to yourself,” he had laughed. “Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky that the heroes didn’t get to you first.”

“I guess so…”

Something warned you that this situation was more dangerous than it seemed. Your eyes drifted over the covered windows of the room and you stared at the door. “Why did you help me?”

“Well that’s hardly for me –“

He didn’t get a chance to answer before you dashed for the exit. The doctor’s quirk didn’t allow him to grab you and his alarmed shout was all you heard before you were darting down the hallway. You weren’t going to stick around and get experimented on.

You turned the corner, heart pounding in your chest. They must have given you something because you felt drowsy. The entire world was spinning.

But you had to nearly trip yourself up to avoid running directly into somebody as you sprinted down a different hallway.

This was hardly your first time dealing with villains and many of them had odd quirks, to say the least. It shouldn’t have shocked you to see somebody with a human hand on their face but maybe the medication was lowering your tolerance because it was terrifying.

“Who are you?” you snapped out, immediately on the defense. You took a step away, ready to run or fight, whichever seemed easiest.

The man didn’t seem too bothered by your snap at least; the one eye that you could see watched you steadily from behind his hand mask. “I’m sure you’re not meant to be running around here,” he said. “But you’re no hero so you must be here for your quirk. Do you still have it?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t unknown in the underground that there was a man who stole quirks he liked. Nobody knew what he did with them but it wasn’t unheard of for villains to wake up with nothing. And you would never get them back.

You could feel your quirk was still there. It pulsed under your skin like a warning.

“My quirk?” you repeated. “I have my quirk.”

You did a random gesture, summoning all of your past acting experience to appear horrified when nothing happened. Again and again you tried before looking around in shock and horror.

The guy bought it and he shrugged. “Then there’s no reason to stop you.” He brushed past you and continued walking. “Not like you could find the exit anyway.”

The moment he turned the corner, you dropped the act and bolted again. This place was a maze but you found the exit and avoided any encounters with a practiced ease. Before leaving, you looked back up at the building and grimaced, hoping to never see it again.

Toga

It was late at night when you had the strangest encounter of your life. Not that that was a bad thing necessarily but it was something that occurred, nevertheless.

You had been feeling quite exhausted from a long day of fun with your friends. They had headed off to get a cab when you had realised that you needed the bathroom and disappeared to go find one.

There was a public toilet not too far from the street though it certainly wasn’t as clean as you would have hoped. Not to be deterred, you slipped in and found a sight that, even to your exhausted mind was uncomfortable.

A girl stood in front of one of the mirrors, blood staining much of her face. It covered the counter beneath her fingers and seemed to be coming from her lip.

“Are you okay?!” you asked, panicked.

She looked up at you, startled. Her dark hair covered much of her expression but she seemed a little out of it. Maybe she got hit on the head or something.

“I –“ she paused, her voice croaky and sore. She brought her hand up to rub her throat. “I think so.”

“Just wait, let me help you,” you said. You rushed into one of the stalls and gathered up some toilet paper. “Do you need me to call somebody or?”

“No,” she said quickly. “No. Thank you.”

You offered some of the damp tissue to her and she started wiping it away from her mouth. While she dealt with that, you cleaned the blood that she had left on the counter, making sure to get it out of all the cracks in and around the sink. “What happened to you?” you asked. “Did somebody attack you?”

“I slipped,” she said. “The tiles are really slippery and I think that I hit my mouth on the sink. It’s all kind of blurry.”

“Don’t worry,” you said, digging through your bag and grabbing some headache tablets. You offered the bottle to her. “Take two of those just in case. Even if it doesn’t hurt now, you don’t want to wake up with a headache tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” she said. “Do I still have any blood on me?”

“Just on your jaw,” you pointed out. “Come on, my friends and I are getting a cab. We can call one for you also if you need.”

She took one last glance in the mirror before leaving. You had forgotten your own need for the bathroom and it was for good reason also. If you had hung around for a little longer, you may have seen blood trickling out from one of the stalls. Perhaps then you wouldn’t have been so worried about this stranger hitting her head.

“What’s your name?” you asked as you looked around for your friends.

“Toga,” the girl said, though she didn’t seem too happy with having told you. The words must have slipped out without her meaning to.

You gave her your own name and went up onto your toes to look around the crowd for your friends. Eventually you spotted them and waved but when you spoke to Toga, she didn’t respond.

She had disappeared into the crowd.

You went back into the bathroom and checked but she was long gone. Just like how the blood has escaped your notice earlier, you didn’t see the blonde watching you from the other side of the street, her head tilted a little.

Dabi

It was a rare day when you found yourself alone without at least one person to watch your back. You didn’t always need the protection but sometimes, it was nice to have.

But you had given your word and it wouldn’t do to back out of this now.

The building where everything had been organised was old and crumbling – its ancient nature hidden on the outskirts of the city and slowly becoming overtaken by countless plants. It wasn’t somewhere anybody with good intentions would find themselves.

You liked to think that your work was good. It benefitted many and took only from those who could afford to lose it. Unfortunately though, rules had to be broken for the best results, and sometimes what was classified as ‘wrong’ turned out to be needed in order to achieve a goal. It wasn’t quite in line with what you believed but it had to be done.

Did working with villains make you uncomfortable? Of course. But it was hardly going to be something that stopped you from moving forward.

The two members from the League of Villains that had been sent to meet you were both men. You didn’t bother with greetings, just holding up the briefcase that you held.

“I’m looking for a specific artwork,” you said. “I’ve been told that you might be able to help?”

“An artwork?” the one asked. He wore a white and black mask that concealed most of his face and an extremely gaudy costume.

“Not just an artwork,” you explained. “It has something of mine hidden in the canvas. Normally, I would just get the police involved but if they found it, it would be quite problematic for me. The group that stole it won’t listen to many but the League of Villains, I’m afraid. They have a few good quirks and they’re extremely cocky for it.”

“We’re not lapdogs,” the other man said. “Especially not for whatever agenda you’re pushing.”

“I don’t pay lapdogs,” you acknowledged. “Consider me a sponsor.”

Flames cackled into existence in his hand, surprising his colleague enough to jump a little. “Chances are, they’ve already found your thing. Even if they haven’t, the league can hardly go around picking fights with random gangs.”

“Shigaraki did ask –“

The masked man was cut off by a glare. Blue flames sent flickering light through the air as they waited patiently for your answer.

“If it’s already been discovered or if it happens to get damaged during the process, then I don’t plan on getting anything out of our deal. It’ll simply be a loss on my side.”

The flames slowly flickered out and you allowed yourself to breathe again. Confidence was a requirement for these deals but you didn’t quite have the nerves of steel that you portrayed. It was always a fight to keep your reactions in check.

“I guess if we happen to bump into the group, we can check around for your shit.”

You knew his bluff as well as your own. The League of Villains had always worked well with those who had money. They required funding and wouldn’t say no to being able to flex their reputation around the underground. It was almost needed with the way rumours were circulating.

It was less than a week after that encounter when you found your artwork sitting outside your home. Charred on the edges, it was damaged enough to make the art itself worthless. But your items inside were perfectly unharmed.

Not bad for your first time working alongside the League of Villains. It was worth the cost… you should do it more in the future.

Twice

When you had been called in for this job, you had no idea that it was going to turn into a fight of the magnitude you experienced.

Flames tore along the streets. They melted lamps and trapped hundreds inside buildings – the screams for help becoming almost deafening as you broke down yet another wall to get civilians out. It was the third building you had had to smash into and there were more yet.

Nobody could get out and, if they remained trapped, they wouldn’t survive much longer.

When your partner and you had realised you were dealing with the League of Villains, you had immediately called in the big guns. What you hadn’t realised was that doing so would result in a brawl of sorts in the streets. The League of Villains didn’t care about collateral and honestly, sometimes you wondered if the heroes did.

You were starting to overheat. The amount of fire swirling around was getting to you, drawing the breath from your lungs and slowing your movements. Its angry blue nature hinted at its abysmal nature.

The next building’s walls took even longer to get through but you managed it and a few people scrambled out. You ushed as best as you could although it was starting to get hard to speak.

But then you noticed a dark figure lying in one of the rooms

Outside, the fire roared and smacked against the walls but you couldn’t just leave somebody there. You stepped over the rubble and made your way to the figure.

It was hard to make out details with the flames. The heat seemed to be getting worse as you approached – soon identified as being caused by the gaping hole in the wall. It radiated around the room in waves. You covered your mouth and nose the best you could, creeping forward to reach where the person was.

When you arrived, it took you no time to recognise that you weren’t saving an unfortunate civilian but rather a member of the League itself.

You hesitated for a second before hooking your arms under his and beginning to drag him away from the danger. This was the type of thing that lost reputation for heroes. Civilians didn’t like seeing villains being rescued but you honestly didn’t care.

If he was left there, he was probably going to end up dying.

Though he had seemed unconscious, when you got him out of the building, he muttered something and moved. It was enough to make you jump back but he didn’t attack or anything. He just touched his face and then let his arm go limp again.

You moved back cautiously. His suit had been ripped on the one side, missing its arm and half of the torso. You checked his pulse, relieved to feel that it was still going, even if it was unsteady.

“Can you hear me?” you asked.

He didn’t respond and you reached up to remove his mask. His hand immediately snapped up to grab your wrist and you prepared to activate your quirk but all he did was push your arm away from his face.

Alright then. No touching the mask.

You bandaged the open wound on his side as best as you could. It looked like he had gotten launched through the building. Once he was as stable as he could be, you moved him to a safer area and jumped back into the fray. A ton of rescues later and the heroes had won, at the destruction of much property.

And, rather unsurprisingly, the villain you had saved was long gone.

Overhaul

There was a new drug running around the market. You had heard of a number of small-time villains taking it – most of them dying shortly after consumption. It wasn’t unheard of. If something had even the promise of a good time then it would attract thousands.

But what was a problem was that you had lost several of your newest underlings as a direct result of this drug.

Given how picky you were about hiring, this was going to be a problem.

You tracked the source to none other than the Shie Hassaikai. They were an old branch of the yakuza, sitting on the edge of a downward spiral into irrelevance. Rumors followed that their boss had fallen quite ill and now, it was only a matter of time until they fell completely on their faces.

So you didn’t feel too nervous when you approached the house that fronted their main base. Even with the members watching you from the bushes, you kept a straight line.

You weren’t unknown. It would do them a great disservice to attack you.

And they knew it.

You walked in the front door with absolutely no resistance and remained unsurprised when two masked men came out to greet you. They didn’t ask about your business or enquire as to who you were. Instead, they led you into a sitting room and gestured for you take a seat.

Instead of that, you walked around the room and picked up everything that looked interesting. Nothing was hidden around but you hadn’t expected there to be.

“Please don’t touch things without gloves on,” a smooth voice interrupted your curiosity. “Cleaning this entire house is rarely needed and I’d rather you didn’t change that.”

You turned around to find somebody considerably younger than you had expected for the head of the Shie Hassaikai. He wore their signature mask and a feathered coat, almost his entire body hidden in some way.

“Not a fan of germs?” you enquired.

“Not at all.”

You shrugged and made your way to the couch, sinking down into it. “Guess that means no drinks or anything? Oh well, that’s too bad.” You gestured for him to sit. “So, you’re not who I was expecting.”

“You’ve never worked with our organisation before,” he said, sitting on the edge of the chair opposite you.

“No. You’re not in the same line of work as me and I don’t care too much about the Yakuza.”

“Then why are you here?”

You straightened, aware that you were about to get into the most dangerous part of the meeting. “Your drugs have been getting into my areas. Now, I don’t care all too much about how you distribute stock but it’s not just coming into possession of low-life criminals. My men are getting practically gifted it.”

His eyes narrowed. “We need to test it somehow. Besides, that sounds like a problem for you, no? Have better control of your men.”

“Keep your test tube shit out of my territories.”

A small staring contest took place – a test to see who would break first. You had been in almost a hundred of these over the course of your career. They didn’t bother you much at all in anymore.

Eventually he waved his hand through the air. “I guess we could stop supply to traders in your areas but this isn’t a charity.”

“I could kill your men.”

“But you would lose your own in the process. Wouldn’t it be easier to do this the peaceful way and maybe even establish a relationship between our two groups?”

“You have my attention. Don’t waste it.”

Kurogiri

There are those days when everything begins so well only to rapidly spiral into a situation out of your worst dreams. This was something like that.

You had gotten horribly caught in the crossfire of a battle between heroes and villains. It all occurred faster than you could have ever imagined – flashes of light and explosions of sound. People were screaming, the sound coming through a haze as you tried to get a grasp on what had happened.

Blood was trickling down your arm but you felt no pain. You slowly lifted your head. Something had hit you, you remembered that now as your brain caught up to the dull ache coming from your ribcage.

You tried to move, finding that you couldn’t. The ache became worse and a heavy, scraping sound interrupted your attempts to crawl away.

It was a piece of concrete, heavy and painful, pinning you effectively to the ground. A smaller chunk was holding it up and stopping you from being crushed. But if you moved too much…

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, nearly choking on the dust that filled the air. Maybe if you shifted slowly.

A crunching noise made you hiccup.

Alright, so that wasn’t going to work either. You strained your eyes to see through the carnage but you couldn’t make out any heroes. They would come eventually; you just had to wait patiently and try not to move too much.

The concrete seemed to get heavier still and you fought the desire to cry.

There was a crunching sound. You couldn’t just wait around.

Slow as you dared, you began to inch forward. The rough surface snagged at your clothing and made every centimeter feel like it was going to end with you crushed. Worse still, the more you moved, the more apparent the injury on your back became.

The blood that had been trickling down your arm was now creeping along your torso. It pooled in your clothes and made everything sticky.

You tried not to think about it but it made you light-headed regardless.

About half-way out, you spotted somebody nearby. It was just their silhouette but still, relief flooded your veins and you cried out desperately for help.

The figure made its way over to you, soon revealing that the man was almost entirely made of smoke. He wore a suit and tie but his body swirled as though only somewhat solid. Bright yellow eyes stared at you – any emotion behind them was completely unreadable.

His eyes traced your shape. “You’re not who I’m looking for.”

“Please help me. This thing’s going to crush me.”

He paused, the swirling darkness that made up his face shuddered as though it was unsure how to respond. “I should leave you here,” he mentioned. “You’re of no consequence to me or to my cause. If anything, I should add pressure to the piece of rubble and make sure the fatality numbers are higher.”

You caught of whimper before it could escape. “Please.”

His smoke shook again, almost as though he was struggling to keep hold of it. Then he raised a foot and placed it on the concrete.

You screwed your eyes shut and tried to imagine the best parts of life.

A loud horn blaring made you open them again and a surprised yelp escaped as you saw tires race past in front of you. People were shouting, their voices loud and nearby. Bright lights surrounded you and the air was clear once more.

The last thing you remembered seeing was a panicked nurse rushing over to you.

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