#drift has done fucked up shit ! he could have continued to do fucked up shit very very easily ! shut the fuck up about how

[prime-wars]

i know its only been a day but can people please shut up about the drift notebook stuff already. if i see one more post talking abt how drift would have been acting ooc/uncharacteristically evil if jro had gone thru with his plans im going to start ripping shit to shreds

[justauthoring]

not a cuddler, then?

requested! -> uhh can i ask for comfort cuddles with sanemi? i feel like I'd would be sooo adorable because he's not really this tpye, but he would try for is love requested by! -> anonymous

a/n -> him and genya do be my babies

(also, not spell checked!)

pairing -> sanemi shinazugawa x f!reader

he was stiff against your back, arms locked around you tense and frozen in place.

the laugh that bubbled from your throat was, truthfully and to your defence, out of your control.

"what?" sanemi growls from behind you; you feel his chest rumble against your back and the laughter bubbles up all over again. sweet, melodic giggles leave your lips as sanemi stares behind you, thoroughly offended and embarrassed, mouth left agape. "fucking what?"

when you simply continue to just laugh, sanemi takes matters into his own hands; literally. his much larger hands grip you by your hips, lifting you and forcing you to face him. you're sit in his lap, legs straddling his own, and somewhere along the way your hands had moved to cover your lips, leaving you peaking through them hesitantly at sanemi's rather sour face.

"oi," he calls, growing further frustrated at your lack of reply to him. taking your hands by the wrists, he pulls them away from your face, revealing the shit-eating grin that had been hidden behind them. he narrows his eyes. "what the fuck is so funny?"

biting your lip, you let your arms fall; "you."

and pauses a moment, as if believe he'd heard you wrong before the silence echoes and realizes no, he definitely heard you right. "me?" he echoes, jerking back.

you nod. "you," you confirm. then, feeling pity for him adn your teasing, you just take his hand in yours, threading your fingers and squeeze. "we don't have to cuddle if you don't want to, sanemi."

"who said i didn't like cuddling?"

"no one," you shrug; "but it's pretty clear."

and you're not sure how he does it, but sanemi actually has the audacity to look surprised at that.

"sanemi," you sigh, "you were as stiff as a board. it's okay."

pulling you closer by your hips, sanemi shakes his head. "it's not that i don't like cuddling," he admits, "it's just... i'm not used to it. and... well—..."

he cuts himself off, his words drifting as he shifts his gaze, refusing to meet your own. you raise a brow at the action, confused, quick to bend to move back into his line of vision with a gentle smile. "i'm sorry for laughing," you offer, "but you can tell me. i won't laugh, promise."

he eyes you like he doesn't believe you, but a minute more of your unwavering stare and sanemi is caving like he always seems to be when it concerns you.

"...i'm scared i'm going to hurt you."

your eyes widen as your face falls, having never expected such a honest admission. your relationship with sanemi was still quite new and the both of you were exploring what boundaries you were comfortable breaking and what ones you weren't yet.

you knew sanemi was a rather hot-headed man, but he'd never been anything but kind to you. sure, he could be crude and his words had more bite then others, but you knew it never held any malious; not towards you at least.

besides, his actions had never been anything but gentle.

and now, if you thought about it, you guess you could say too gentle at times. it was clear to you now, why.

stretching his palms in front of him, sanemi frowns; "all i've ever done is hurt people... i don't know how to love. and i don't want to hurt you by accident."

shaking your head, you're quick to set your hands over his own, pulling them and the scars that rest there away from his gaze; instead, you redirect his gaze back on you. smiling gently, you guide his hands to your waist.

"you could never hurt me, sanemi," you assure. "i trust you wholeheartedly."

and his lips part, as if wanting to argue.

you don't give him the chance.

"you've never been anything but gentle with me," you express earnestly. "soft and warm and gentle. we don't have to cuddle until you're comfortable, but just being in your arms is enough to make me feel safe."

that seems to catch his attention.

"safe?" he questions, "you feel safe in my arms?"

"always."

"oh."

you grin, wide and genuine and sanemi feels his resolve fading as he takes you in, sat on his lap, and the desire to have you, to touch you grows stronger by the second. it was always a drifting want, one he'd be able to ignore, but now?

now he just wants to hold you close.

leaning forward, sanemi takes you by the waist, spinning you back around until your back is pressed against his chest once more. his arm holds you around the front of your stomach, keeping you close as his face presses into the crook of your neck.

and this time the laugh that leaves your lips sounds like music to sanemi's ears as you cuddle back into him in return, nudging him with your nose along the cheek before pressing a kiss just after.

sanemi realizes, as the moments pass by, that you sink into him without a single care in the world and not a trace of fear. you lean into his grasp and hold him back with just as much love and sanemi thinks then, he loves cuddling.

if it's with you.

[toruslvt]

Hey! Can I please request facefucking with Sukuna? 🤕 when he is teasing the shit out of her at first, rubbing her face on his clothed bulge saying shit like “and this is all you gonna get, brat” (he is lying ofc, he just want you to beg) 🤧

Hope you having a good day 🖤

⋆ mdni. mean, disgusting, filthy Sukuna turns me on so much aaaah, he calls you slut once.....

 ⋆ have a wonderful day nonie ily 🩷

“what’s wrong, brat… too much for you?” it’s a sneer coming out of your lover’s lips, grabbing a fistful of your hair, not minding your comfort before he’s shoving your face against his hard, hot bulge though the thin layer of his robe; sticky precum staining the fabric and seeping to wet your nose and cheeks.

you really should look at yourself, naked while on your knees, utterly lost and with the most precious fucked out expression Sukuna has ever seen; you’re so cute when you’re desperate, grabby hands gently tugging on the loose fabric hanging over his body, as if begging for a glimpse of his cock, “what do you want?, use your big girl words” he snickers, tongue poking on the inner side of his cheek to conceal a groan with the gentle swift of his hips.

the pool of saliva in your mouth is heavy to swallow, glossy eyes shifting to look at him in the eyes with your chin pressed on his clothed girth, “cock…”

and he laughs, openly and so mockingly you had to bite down on your bottom lip, “already fucked stupid and I haven’t done anything” Sukuna continues with the teasing tone, using his point finger to slightly tap on your cheek, “you’re that desperate that any cock would satisfy you, huh? slut” 

upon hearing his words you realize you might have not voiced your desires properly, eyes wide in worry of your lover dragging out the torturous teasing further, “yours, Kuna… please.

“greedy thing” and the laugh is back again, although this time breathy and through a smirk at the sight of your pleading gaze, “so desperate for a taste of cock, aren’t you?” patience running thin, but Sukuna knows better and holds back the urge to fuck your throat raw, and although he adores to have you choke on his cock, he also considers this side of you is more than lovely to continue teasing. 

with a sigh Sukuna unfastens the the knot around his waist, allowing for his naked body underneath the robe to come into sight, still holding your head so close to his pelvis that his cock slaps against your chin in the process, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth at the subtle movements of your hips humping against nothing, most definitely dripping slick down your spread thighs and onto the floor.

Sukuna never really let’s you see how much you affect him, at least not before you’re already dizzy from his ministrations, although the sticky webs of precum connecting his cock with his clothes, and now, your cheek, could easily proof his desire, “you’re so dirty, dirty, dirty girl” he teases instead, solely focused on driving you insane, “drooling all over the floor, hm? your slutty pussy wants me that bad” he coos, hand fisted on the base of his cock while slapping your cheek with the tip, the sound so lewd and sticky his jaw tenses.

a soft hum of appreciation gets dragged out of his throat as you stick out your tongue, futilely attempting to catch at least a brief taste of his length, all heavy and balls full of cum, yet Sukuna doesn’t give in, instead using the hand on your hair to drift back to your nape, grasping tightly while rubbing your face on his now bare cock, it’s so messy and ridiculously lewd you can’t help and choke on a whimper, “please..!”

if it were for him, Sukuna would have teased you until you cried, but it’s not until you flutter your eyelashes up, meeting his gaze with a sloppy expression and face covered in precum that dribbles down to your bare tits that Sukuna finally groans and taps your tongue before guiding his shaft inside your warm and tight throat. it really isn't fair how fucking pretty you look with a mouth full of cock. 

[saerins]

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖…

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 2.5k | content: fluff, pining, mentions of fake dating, jealousy, reader is kind of an idiot, sae loves to tease, best friend otoya, cussing

notes: hello hello i’m on board the sae love train once more , are you guys still with me ^_^

summary: what do you do when your best friend kind of sort of forces you to confess your two-year long crush when you’re not ready to? pray and hope for the best.

“i could just tell him for you.”

“eita, fuck no,” you throw him a warning glare as you chop the vegetables up with scary precision despite not having an eye on them. only because you know if you don’t explicitly tell him not to, that he’d think it’s no big deal and do it anyway.

and let’s say, you’d rather die than let that happen.

sure, you and sae had been closer back in high school; he sat behind you and entertained the secret notes you passed to him, he used to ruffle the top of your head whenever you pouted, he used to buy food for you during breaks.

but that’s all in the past and somehow, the both of you had drifted since then.

otoya deadpans, an unamused pair of eyes looking back at you from their spot across the island. “it’s been what, four fucking years since you graduated? grow a pair,” he retorts, attempting to steal a carrot but getting a slap on the back of his hand instead.

“bold of you to say that to a girl with a knife,” you snap at him, pointing the blade at his face.

to which he merely rolls his eyes, using two fingers to push it aside. “not like you’re that good at using it.” but he sighs when you silently turn your attention back to chopping vegetables. “does that mean i have to put up with your miserable face even longer?”

you and otoya continue to bicker, and you’re beginning to wonder how you’ve tolerated being best friends with him for the past four years. he’s a real piece of work.

“fine, fine,” otoya grumbles after you’re done with lunch, bangs over his eyes. “i promise i won’t tell sae anything, okay?”

that’s after you threatened not to let him hijack your house anymore for food. for someone who’s earning big bucks being a famous soccer player, you can’t make sense of why he won’t just get food delivered. maybe he just likes to annoy you.

“good. or else i’ll kill you.”

your crush on itoshi sae has been somewhat dormant for the past few years. and by dormant you mean that you haven’t tried making any moves because you’re too scared.

itoshi sae. one of the most famous international breakout stars in soccer. one of the most talented playmakers the world has ever seen. that comes with its own sets of pros and cons.

pros? he definitely doesn’t seem like he has much trouble doing anything he wants. he gets paid for every game. he gets paid for gigs. he gets sponsorships all over the place. which basically means that financially, he doesn’t need to give a shit.

cons? the media can be brutal. sae does something that’s remotely questionable and they’re all over it. he doesn’t thank a waiter that one time? automatically labeled as a rude brat by the paparazzi. and not to mention—the amount of girls he’s forced to fake date just for the sake of publicity.

you’re mostly pressed on that last part though, because they’re all supermodels or olympic stars or rich socialites. and compared to them, well, you’re just someone who happens to be in the same friend group and hang out together every once in a while when he’s back in japan. sae doesn’t even hang out much with the group, to your dismay.

it’s a pain, or so he says.

you wonder how you drifted in the first place. maybe it’s just the fame. you wonder if he thinks of you too sometimes.

must be your wishful thinking.

kind of makes you wonder whether he does have a secret girlfriend that he’s keeping from everyone. you wouldn’t really put it past him. it’s not like he has any super deep emotional bonds with any of you (that you know of). eita says he’s definitely single, but you think he’s just saying that to appease you. he already has his hands full having to watch you mope whenever you see news of sae and another girl and yet another dating rumor.

just as well. you think sae could do better than you, spending your friday nights at home, washing dishes at the sink and looking out at the tokyo skyline instead of out partying and living life with countless friends.

you don’t think you’re too shabby though. you’re a fresh graduate with a job at one of the most prestigious companies in tokyo you can think of. it’s not bad. but you can’t help but feel it’s worlds away from the one sae lives in.

the doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts, nearly dropping the white marble plate you’re washing. your eyes snap to the clock in the living room. it’s almost 9pm—right about the time when eita usually comes knocking and asking you for supper.

groaning, you wash whatever’s left of the dish soap away from your hands and sloppily dry them against the bottom of your shirt, grumbling out loud about how you really should stop coming here whenever the fuck you want, eita while you stomp over to the front door.

you open the door, messy hair and bare face and baggy clothes, fully expecting to smack some sense into otoya eita when you feel yourself freeze up at the pair of eyes looking back at you.

they’re teal and framed by pretty long lashes and definitely don’t belong to your best friend.

what the fuck is he doing here?

this is one of the rare times that you’d actually prefer to see eita at your front door instead.

sae raises a brow, giving you a once-over. of course, he’s never seen you in this state—hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, not a trace of makeup on your face. you’d made sure that whenever there was a possibility that sae would see you that you dressed yourself up as nice as possible. if you’d known he was coming over, you’d have at least dressed decently. definitely not baggy shirt and pants that you can barely see.

“uh… w-what are you doing here?” stupid, but the best you can manage.

he has his hands in his gray sweat pockets, and fuck him for wearing a black compression top. you can just make out the outline of his abs under there, the muscles on his arms already much too obvious with those short sleeves.

“dunno, eita said there was an emergency and i needed to get here,” sae says, wholly unbothered, monotonous as usual. he lets himself in, toeing his shoes off at the entryway, positioning them neatly beside your everyday sneakers.

fucking eita.

judging by what you know, sae was probably on his way for an evening jog when otoya called him. he still has his wireless earbuds in. you wonder if anything’s even playing.

sae takes it off once he catches you staring.

he’s not carrying anything. it’s just him. you wonder if anyone managed to catch him coming over. is his most recent pr stunt already over? won’t do either of you any good if he’s labeled as a cheater.

“so? what is it?” sae asks you, again, while he walks himself inside, curious eyes looking around your apartment, and suddenly you’re hyper aware. you hope to god you didn’t leave any of your inner wear lying around at random places.

in a panic, you rush over to him, blocking his path inside, both hands on his chest as you attempt to push him back to the front door. unfortunately for you, sae’s much stronger than you are, his body not budging an inch.

“it’s nothing, he made a mistake,” you sigh, giving up when you figure that sae’s only going to move of his own accord. “he’s probably just playing a prank on you, that’s all.”

you’re hoping, praying, wishing that sae will just take your word for it and go. because that’s what he does; he doesn’t hover much, doesn’t care about anything much at all. you don’t even know the last time he’s asked about how any of your lives are doing.

the world must hate you though, because sae only offers a grunt in response before looking towards your kitchen (you’re internally sighing in relief, glad that you cleaned your kitchen up before this). “i’m thirsty, you have anything to drink?”

you blink at him, stumped that sae is wasting his precious time in your apartment, but who are you to say no to sae, of all people?

“yeah, sure, juice?”

sae shrugs, “whatever.”

you turn your back on him, slowly taking your carton of apple juice and finding the nicest glass that exists in your cupboard, cursing yourself internally for not preparing for unexpected guests enough. you do this slowly partly because you’re trying to calm your stupid heart down, still not fathoming why on earth sae’s wasting his time with you.

carefully, you rehearse yourself in your head, where you’re going to step, how you’re going to walk over to him—you really are just hopeless. count it your bad luck that the moment you turn around, you nearly drop the glass because you’re forgetting a really fundamental issue here: your merch.

“no no no, uh—” you leave the glass on the countertop, scurrying over to where sae’s staring and thumbing at something on your coffee table.

sae looks at your flustered reaction, giving you way to grab your things off the table and stuff them in the drawer where they’re out of sight. he blinks at you, a slight amusement bubbling inside him.

“wow, big fan, huh?”

you don’t know what’s worse: you being your most unpresentable self right now or that sae just caught you having some of his merch.

“so you have some of eita’s merch lying around too or is it just mine?”

you could die of embarrassment right now.

back still turned to sae, you desperately search your brain for answers. thinking on the spot doesn’t seem like your strong suit right now.

“it… was a gift.” believable, right?

sae hums, as though he’s contemplating. “why just mine then? why not oliver’s or my brother’s?”

fuck.

“i don’t know, maybe yours was the only one that wasn’t sold out.”

“ouch.”

you didn’t mean to indirectly insult him but what’s a drowning girl to do?

sae sighs when you keep quiet, still staying out where you are, trembling too much to move. “didn’t know you were in love with me.”

this time, you whip your head around to face him—that same stoic expression of his unchanging on his face. “am not!”

his brows shoot up. “but you bought some of my merch.”

“i told you, it was a gift.”

you need to get paid for still standing up on your own two feet right now. your head’s way too giddy from the interaction, considering.

“even that figurine over there?” sae’s finger points to a small toy just barely visible behind the nooks of the bookshelf. it’s a small figurine; something sold a few years back when sae was just first starting out. you’d bought it because, well, you’d thought chibi sae looked cuter than actual sae. (especially now when he’s just staring blankly at you.)

“that was…”

“a gift?”

you think he’s making fun of you now at this point.

“anyway, we’ve established that there’s no emergency here so why don’t you just go?” you’re pretty sure sae won’t ever talk to you again—not after coming across what he did tonight. he probably thinks you’re a freak, probably questions why he even considers you his friend (to which you’re now wondering if that’s even true at all).

you make a mental reminder to yourself to kill otoya eita tomorrow.

sae lets you push him towards the entryway, apple juice long forgotten on the countertop, collecting condensation with water pooling below the glass.

“you must like me a lot, huh?” he ponders out loud as you continue pushing him towards the door. you see a hint of cockiness in his stare now, the slightest tug of a smirk on the corner of his lips.

“i do n—”

“be careful what you say,” sae cuts you off, toeing his shoes back on, looking glamorous as ever and you nearly forget that he looks straight out of a magazine even in his sportswear. “‘cause i’ll believe you.”

part of you wants him to just go already so your knees can buckle under, but part of you wants to ask him what he means. what’s he insinuating? isn’t the answer clear enough.

but now it’s way past nine and he’s all ready to go yet he’s still standing at your doorway, waiting for your answer. you want to scream no, you want to keep your secret safe, you don’t want him to know about the crush you’d been harbouring. but he told you to be careful what you say because he’ll believe you.

“s-so what if i do?” you stutter, failing to look him in the eyes, your stare focused on the air in between you.

sae’s features soften ever so slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to give in so quickly, but it isn’t one of disgust. it’s more like one of pleasant surprise.

after what seems like an eternity, sae finally opens his mouth.

“you must’ve gotten jealous a lot with all those girls i’d gone out with.”

your fist instinctively connect with his arm, his stoic finally giving way to a grimace, palm rubbing his triceps in pain. out of all the things to say, he chooses to say that? you think he deserves it.

“you know what, sae? you can go back to your fake girlfriends, i could care less,” you snap at him, pouting. you hate that despite how ignorant his words are that you can’t find it in yourself to hate him.

sae exhales sharply, chuckling softly when he sees your pout, and you feel as though it’s the first time you’ve seen him like this even though it’s not. his hand comes up to ruffle the top of your head gently, and you’re reminded of when he did this to you back in high school.

“can’t do that, can i?” he tells you, that soft disposition gone and the stoic mischief coming right back. “not when i’m in front of who could be my real girlfriend.”

your heart might’ve forgotten how to beat.

sae leaves you standing there, left to your own devices as he exits your apartment, fully aware of his effect on you.

not long after he leaves (while you’re still standing in the doorway), your phone buzzes in your pocket. you fish it out and see his name there for the first time in a long time.

you smile to yourself as you read his message. okay, so maybe you’ll spare eita’s life for now.

[wannaeatramyeon]

you absolutely killed my last ask (unlike gun with those poor people)!! to make up for the toxicity, i feel like sammy should be allowed to relax/be spoiled by his partner. not his regular 'the most expensive brands i can find', but sleep in, breakfast in bed, back rub, and diy face masks vibe. i don't think he's ever experienced it, and would love to see his confusion🌺

I am but a weak little person, especially after reading @lookismfanfics soft Samuel here. Sorry for the delay and thank you for this ask my sweet flower anon! There is pretty much ZERO toxicity here, and just a whole lotta love!

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spoiling Sammy

3 very fluffy, very indulgent scenes: back rub, bath, birthday

Samuel is surprisingly easy to fluster.

He's not used to tender touches or calm caresses. At least without giving anything in return.

The first time you lay your hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage and rebuffing his advances, he eyes you with suspicion. All the suspicion. Why are you touching him if you didn't expect any pleasure for yourself?

"Just relax," you instruct. And he tries. He really tries.

Little by little, tension leaves Samuel's body. This is... nice. Shoulders no longer stiff with stress, and a weight lifted. Before long, he is groaning as you continue to work out the knots and rub his back.

The noises slipping from his lips is what snaps him out of his daze. Why the hell is he moaning and feeling vulnerable from this simple gesture.

Hiding his blush, Samuel bats your hand away with some excuse of needing to make a call.

.

.

Workers is full of idiots and bullshitters, and no-one can ever convince Samuel otherwise.

He slams the front door, wishing that it was Eugene's head trapped there. Samuel could do his job a thousand times better, a million. How dare he-

"Sammy?" you poke your head out of the bathroom at his angry mutterings - another standard day in the office then, "Come here!"

Fuck, what a shit day.

He drops his jacket carelessly on the floor, and yanks his tie off as he makes his way towards you. Samuel just needs to decompress tonight, he doesn't have it in him to do anything else. Some peace and quiet. A bath, and a glass of-

"Whiskey?" you offer, handing him his favourite readily poured into a crystal tumbler.

Candles are lit, soft music drifts out, steam fills the air. The bathtub is full. And are those rose petals floating in the water?

"Is... is this for me?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

You really didn't need to do this. You really shouldn't have done this. Now Samuel finds a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest.

He thinks you might be his favourite person.

.

.

Samuel awakens to the faint whiff of burning, and commotion coming from somewhere in his penthouse.

The initial annoyance, as he plods barefoot into the kitchen, is soon replaced with bafflement at the utter chaos you have created. It's not even 10am on a Saturday. At what unholy hours did you have to get up to cause all this?!

On the counter sits the ugliest cake he has ever seen.

Lopsided and tilting. Uneven frosting. A frankly obscene amount of sprinkles. Some scribbles that could read 'Sammy' if he removes his glasses and squints.

He suspects it might even be poisoned.

The rest of the kitchen fares no better. It looks like a bomb had gone off.

You stand there, undeterred, like the cat who got the cream. Flour in your hair, a smile on your face.

"Happy birthday, Sammy!"

Oh.

He doesn't recall the last time he celebrated his birthday, nevermind ever having received a homemade cake.

Damn you and damn the way you have bulldozed your way into his heart.

Samuel finds himself completely head over heels.

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: more superbatlantern because why not

I went slightly insane and wrote over 15k for this, so here's another excerpt lol. This one's more or less the direct continuation of this scene I already posted, so this'll probably make more sense if you read that first. But it's pretty much just Hal spying on superbat while using the ring to turn himself invisible in the hopes of catching them making out, which is a totally fine and normal thing to do to your colleagues. Nice one, Hal!

He drifted cautiously closer. The light from the sun glinted off the windows harshly at this angle, turning them opaque, but just a little further and…

There, that was it. Fuck yeah, the blinds weren’t even drawn so he had a clear view: that was definitely them alright, alone in the room, sitting really fucking close for two “platonic” best friends. Supes didn't seem to have noticed him yet, so clearly Hal had been right about him being too distracted to listen out for eavesdroppers. He was really on a roll today, huh? Ha, Hal was totally winning this bet—

Oh.

Oh, shit. That was…that was not what he’d expected to see.

Hal had definitely been right this whole time: they were fucking on the reg. But there was nothing sexual about what they were doing now. They’d pulled a couple of the meeting room chairs together. Bats was sitting on the right, more relaxed than Hal had ever seen him, cowl off, in a comfortable slouch rather than his usual ramrod-straight posture, eyes flickering lazily over a datapad. Supes was on his left, curled around him as best he could with two armrests in the way, an arm flung around Bats’ waist and his head pressed to his chest, eyes closed. Listening to his heartbeat it looked like, even though he could probably hear that shit from across a city.

It couldn’t have been all that comfortable, sitting like that, but on them it looked…easy. Familiar. Domestic. Like they’d done this, or something like it, a thousand times. Hal watched Supes’ lips move, murmuring something too quiet for Hal to hear. Whatever it was, it was apparently the joke of the century, because Bats let out an honest to god chuckle then moved his free hand up to Superman’s hair to rub gentle circles into his scalp. Big Blue practically melted against him, more overgrown puppy than godlike superpowered alien, and Bats finally looked up from his screen, and—man, even though Hal was hardly an expert on the series of mildly constipated expressions Bats normally used to emote, even he could tell that look on his face was—

Hal’s heart sank. Crap. They weren’t just fucking. They were in love.

Hovering outside the window watching a clearly happy couple act romantic with each other, Hal suddenly felt like absolute shit. It almost felt unfair, even. Batman was a crazy asshole, sure, but he was also crazy rich, crazy smart, crazy gorgeous, and mostly had his shit together. Meanwhile Superman was…well, pretty much perfect in every way, honestly. A real stand-up guy, on top of being the kind of walking wet dream you could actually take home to your parents. And on top of all that they already had going for them on their own, they also had each other?

When was the last time someone had looked at Hal like that? It was probably Carol, wasn’t it, before the last time they’d broken up. That was— Shit, that was years ago now.

This was no fucking fun at all.

With a sudden, all-encompassing intensity, Hal really, really didn’t want to be seeing this anymore. They hadn’t noticed him yet. Maybe he could just…drift away, get blackout drunk and pretend he never saw that? Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like a great plan.

Unfortunately for him, whatever that feeling was apparently audible to Kryptonians. Because just then, Superman’s head snapped up. And then he was staring right at Hal.

Shit.

“Hey, so. My bad, big guy,” Hal whispered. “Uh. Fuck. I’ll just—”

“Hal.”

“Jesus fuck!”

The voice came from directly behind him. When he whirled around, heart slamming into his ribcage—yup, that was Supes alright. Arms folded forbiddingly across his broad chest, looking stern and disappointed and faintly furious.

Hal dropped the invisibility; there didn’t seem much point to it now. “Man, did you have to sneak up on me like that? You nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”

Superman looked unmoved. “Bruce and I would like a word with you inside. Now.”

He sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Fine. Let’s go.” There went his plans of quietly moving on with his life. But hey, he could admit he’d sort of made his bed in this case. He could man up and lie in it.

And besides, depending on how this went down, he could probably still do the whole drink-to-forget thing later.

[hannieluvsyou]

Drift Away. (Part One)

Xu Minghao x Reader (ft. Moon Junhui)

description: wherein your love for him slowly fades into blurry lines, and he realizes too late.

genre: angst

warnings: unrequited feelings (for now), swearing, Minghao is painfully oblivious

note: : I apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors. (This is also my first time writing angst hihihi). I'm also planning to make multiple parts bc I'm too lazy to write this all in one go.

Xu Minghao. My best friend. My star.

In this world, he is the only thing I have. I cherish him, more than anything but.. It's all one sided.

I give him everything. My time, my attention, my support, everything. But nothing is ever enough for him to see these lines I created that connects us. The lines that hold clarity, sincerety, and love that is meant for him and him only. The love that he failed to comprehend.

I was aware that he never asked for this, but I can't help it. His smile that lights up the whole atmosphere, his laugh that levels with the hymns of the angels in heaven, his heart that's full of warmth. He deserves more than this world has to offer.

But, his heart was out of reach, already beating and seeking for another.

But it's okay. It's not his fault. It's me who keeps on hoping that maybe, maybe things will take a turn. Maybe he might see me, too. It's my fault for letting myself fall in love with him so easily.

It was inevitable though, he's so fucking easy to love! Everything he does holds no flaw, every action carries grace, every word comes out like silk, what's not to love?

Even if I know that my love will continue to rot between us, I find myself still falling for him despite everything.

But.. I don't think I can fall for him any deeper. I had already reached the bottom of this sorrowful pit that I filled with false hope.

The false hope that I clung onto for the past years with him.

Today was the day that I decided to climb out of that pitiful pit.

It was a normal day. Nothing special going on, no events of any kind. Atleast that's what I thought.

I was getting ready to go to the grocery store since I ran out of stuff to eat but suddenly Minghao texted me, saying he needed help with something. Of course I couldn't refuse, it was him after all.

But oh how I wish I could rewind time and decline.

He arrived at my apartment looking clammy and nervous but I could sense some excitement hiding in there. As he flopped down beside me he finally looked at me and said the things that I wish I didn't hear. The words that I wished were aimed at me.

"Please help me confess to Lijuan."

I can feel my heart drop down.

Lijuan. My ex-best friend. How fucking ironic.

She's not only my ex-best friend, but also a backstabbing manipulator who took everything away from me when we were kids. Everyone I talked to back then, suddenly end up vanishing since little miss perfect was bad mouthing me.

I don't know how to feel, I want to disagree but I can't. I want to be selfish, but I had no right.

"Of course." I wanted to fucking cry but his wide grin and sparkly eyes made my lips quirk up a bit.

"Thank you! I knew I could count on you." He sighed in relief and proceeded to bid his goodbyes since he has to prepare for this big moment.

After he left, I was left on the couch alone. I didn't know what to do. I was heartbroken and devastated, yet what right do I have?

I decided to not go to the grocery store anymore since I lost every ounce of my appetite. Minghao said he'll text me the details about his confession, saying he'll take her out to this fancy dinner and break the ice to her.

I wanted to tell him about Lijuan, but I doubt that he'll even believe the shit that she has done to me.

I lay down on my couch and just stared at the ceiling above me, I wanted to cry but no tears came whatsoever.

'Maybe we were never meant to be after all..'

I was about to drift off to sleep but a sudden 'ding!' made me sit up and grab my phone.

Haohao: hey, would you mind picking up the flowers i ordered? They're already paid so u just have to pick them up.

Haohao: [location]

I stare at the message for a bit before typing my response.

You: sure, i don't mind.

Haohao: thanks again, i owe you one.

The things I would do, just because it was you. Damn, this hurts more than I thought.

I begrudgingly stood up and made my way to the location he sent me. It was a cute little flower shop situated beside a park.

As I entered the shop I was immediately greeted by the welcoming scent of flowers.

"Hello, welcome! How can I assist you?" A tall good-looking boy came up to me holding a bunch of roses.

"I'm here to pick up an order for Xu Minghao." I say with a somewhat bitter tone. He seemed to notice, and proceeded to ask, "Sorry for asking but is he your boyfriend? Did you have guys fight? You seem.. sad." He said now putting the roses down.

'Are you supposed to be a therapist or something?' I wanted to say.

"No, he's not my boyfriend and no we didn't fight. Can I just get his order, please?" He sensed that I did not want to dwell on the topic any further and only nodded. He went to the back to pick up the bouquet, I'm assuming.

As I wait for him to return, I'm stuck with my own thoughts. Am I really just giving up on him? It's not like I have a choice, though.

From now on, I think it's best to keep my distance from him and move on.

I can feel my heart drift away, I can hear the string snap between us. The string that failed to hold us together.

Thank you for making me happy, Xu Minghao. It's time to let you go.

[linoguy]

dream time~

in my dream, I traveled back in time and I was in the middle of this quad where it was raining really hard, and there were groups of Mexican people dancing along to songs, showing their fortitude to preserve culture even when the white people were being thrown back by the rain and wind. I joined in dancing and idk exactly who but I was with people I knew but they were distinctly younger than me and so my usual relationship with them was thrown off. The dancing was being wrapped up and in the distance I heard “cooking up a storm piece of cake cake cake.. oh this shits so bussin!” and it stood out because, again, I traveled back in time and in the dream, it was probably around noeasy time. I spot changbin, and I think we had somewhat known each other, if only met once kinda thing. I go up to him and ask “hey what’s this song called?” cause I didn’t know if it was like a leak type of thing where they slyly reference it in the past like skz have done. But changbin goes silent and I say “this is gonna sound crazy, it’s gonna sound like a movie line but you have to believe me because it’s true. I’m from the future and I can tell you some things that will really make you believe me” and I could tell changbin didn’t necessarily believe me but was also a little nervous about what I might say. And so I said quietly “do you know anything about …Super Bowl… 5 star….” and he was instantly like fuck…. Because I’m an outsider who knows info that could really ruin things for skz yknow, so I said “don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. But if I could say, it would be cool if you did more hip hop type songs, if that’s something you’re still interested in.” And he kinda laughed but he was definitely still nervous about the whole thing. We continued to walk and talk a little w the intention of walking to where we were staying in this town but this person I knew told me that he was staying in the opposite direction, and so I was like “oh shit! Sorry I’ll let you go and I promise I won’t say anything!” But before I could leave, changbin stopped me from leaving and I was like ?? and he told me to follow him. He went down these stairs and at the bottom was chan and they were talking and instantly I was like …..oh I’m in trouble. chan looked pissed but I followed down the stairs and chan told me to follow him but my friend had tagged along right behind me. I told them that they should probably go back now, because chan was probably wanting to discuss what I knew etc etc. but she still followed, even when chan looked upset that she was following too. we go down these stairs, and what you have to know is that all of this was happening near a sea. Down the stairs is a kind of a dock? one that has a boat waiting to be boarded on but below the ground. Chan had some kind of power there because it was nighttime at this point so the dock was closing but he told the guy to prepare the boat to go and the guy did it. The boat started to drift and at this point I turned to my friend, hoping to ask them to leave because I really didn’t wanna be in any more trouble but she jumped onto the boat. Chan told me to get in but he called me hyung AHDNDH I just have to mention that cause at first I thought he called the boat guy hyung but he was definitely calling me hyung, even though he was speaking English the whole time + I would’ve been younger than him at the time too but yknow man, take it where you can get it. And so I get on the boat sooo nervously, I’m about to be killed or lectured to death, and I’m having to sit right next to him. I sit down and am strapping myself in and everything, cause this “boat” is closer to a motor powered peddle boat so we’re right on the edge of water. I’m adjusting stuff and I tell him “hey just so you know, I get motion sickness on water so you have about an hour until I throw up” and then I woke up so I never got the lecture and honestly I couldn’t be more grateful

[hoeforsungie]

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Found an old jikook wip. Gonna post it to see if people like it enough for me to bother continuing. Trigger warning/content warning though. Jimin does abuse drugs and there are depictions of drug usage/feeling high. Viewer discretion is advised…

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#WIP - If I’m Being Honest - Jikook

a/n: so this song really gets me in my feelings and this just kind of happened. this will probably be extremely triggering, just beware, please. stay safe and i love you. i’ll probably change the warning as the story progresses. i’m still not sure if i want to go where i originally planned, as it is kind of a sensitive topic.

“Could you love this?

Did you plan to fall?

Well, if I'm being honest

If I'm being honest

Well, if I'm being honest

Oh, I bet it's not that at all”

chapter one- the human condition

“loneliness is the human condition… never expect to outgrow loneliness. never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. an intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, a very great exception.”

jimin is floating. he’s so far up above the clouds that he can’t remember any of that pain that he felt just minutes ago, can't remember how he he was on the verge of collapse. a supernova about to burst into nothingness, with all that's left behind is that black hole—gaping and sucking all of the good things in. his vision tunneled as he grinned and swayed his hips carelessly to the loud throng of the music. the beat pulled him in and under as he threw his head back and let out a loud whoop of estaticity. he’s floating still, so far away from his body. he looks down at himself laughing and swaying his hips, he looked so happy on the outside. jimin wondered how a stranger would think if they saw this jimin. would they like him? would they think that he had his shit together? jimin bet that he looked confident and put-together to the random passerby.

he sighed inwardly as he felt a pair of rough hands grabbing at his waist and pulling him closer to a sweat-sticky chest. jimin decided that going with the flow wasn't too bad sometimes. he took a deep breath before throwing his cares away. he moved his hips to the beat and sauntered his way along the body behind him. he arched his back in the way that he knew had men fawning over him. he could feel the heat of their bodies moving together, could feel the calloused hands rub their way along jimin’s neck and jawline. it wasn't until his partner let out a gruff and deep sigh that he took a moment to look behind him. he knew that rough sigh anywhere. he whipped around and stared incredulously at the blonde boy behind him.

suddenly jimin was brought back down to earth as soon as he had started drifting away. “yoongi hyung? what the fuck! why are you? what are you doing? you're—you're here. why?” jimin sputtered, his face reddening at the realization that he had been grinding against his hyung. against his best friend. yoongi however, the bastard, did nothing but slyly smile. his hyung really has no shame. jimin’s face reddened further as he felt yoongi reach for jimin’s sweaty hand.

“hi, sweetheart. i came to check up on you. i was right to think that you weren't yourself. usually you wouldn't let any stranger touch you like this. jimin, honey, what have you done?” yoongi looked softly into those sad eyes that jimin always sported. they hid so many truths, jimin himself may never find them all within himself. jimin looked down at his feet in shame. he couldn't just tell his hyung that he had popped half a tab before coming to the club so he would finally feel something besides sadness.

yoongi had long become used to jimin’s upright refusal to answer questions sometimes. he softly sighed and placed his finger under jimin’s chin, gently bringing his eyes to meet yoongi’s. “let's get you home, yeah?” yoongi pulled jimin in for a quick embrace before he turned towards the crowd. “jimin, you stay here. alright, sweetheart? i’ll be back with taehyung soon.” yoongi spared jimin one soft glance before wading through the mass of bodies.

jimin resigned himself to the lecture he would receive from his friends as he waited impatiently for yoongi to return. half a song later yoongi, followed by taehyung, followed by the rest of their social circle stood in front of jimin.

he eyed the floor and picked at the hem of his striped sweater. he hated when his friends would do these little “interventions” for him, jimin was fine. he didn't need sympathy, he didn't need help. he was fine. fuck them and their pity.

jimin bit the inside of his cheek as his thoughts strayed from the conversation happening in front of him. it wasn't until jeongguk kicked jimin in the shin that he looked up. taehyung and the rest of the group were giving him an icy glare. jimin slumped his shoulders and resumed rolling the fabric of his sweater in between his hands. he caught only the last bit of taehyung’s lecture.

“—need help. we could find you a rehab center. there’s a few good ones in seoul.” taehyung’s hard eyes softened as he looked down at jimin’s state.

jimin slowly raised his head to meet taehyung’s eyes, not one bit of fiery defiance that the previous jimin used to have. he just looked defeated, and sad. so, so sad. jimin took one, two, three deep breaths before he let a single sob heave out of his chest and pushed out of the circle running.

jimin didn't spare his friends a glance as he shouldered his way out of the crowd, knocking into a man and spilling his fruity drink on his chest. jimin didn't even blink as the man shoved him to the ground and jimin his his head. the man sneered down at him, barking a rough “watch out, twink.”

[lolitastories]

————-Maybe————

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 7:

I walked out a metal door when all the stairs were finished. Quietly I walk on the overhead squaring over the main floor. My back was backed up to the closest wall. I felt like if I just walk normally trying not to be seen or heard I would eventually fall on my face. Trying to clench the wall and feeling the cold concrete was what I needed to calm my heart down. I came this far, can’t turn around now. “Maybe I should take you and with that your team will leave me alone” A dark voice was heard. I look over and see a tall broad shoulder man who was talking to Nat. Fuck. Her head was restless, unable to pick up her head. Both her arms are tied with chains and hanging like arag doll.

“You killed an innocent person, you really think we will let you go that easy?” While they continued talking I walked down some stairs in the back, careful to watch if anyone else or anything else was in the room. In the back of the man who I am guessing is Kidd, there was a table. He emptied his pockets. I grab a gun hand and press it to the back of his head.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up” He turns around to face me with an evil smile on his face. I had the gun and the upper hand but he was the one who was calm. “I did my own research on you” Every step he takes I take a step back. “I know where you came from”

“Shut up” I take the gun closer to him. “You have nothing to say to me. Let her loose '' He chuckles, turning around and before I could do anything he pulled out another gun aiming it to the cieling and taking a shot. The glass crumbles down with dirt flying everywhere. I pull on the Nats lever and cover her.

“Y/N. The place is about to fall down. Take the door to your right. The yellow one! Hurry!” Maria pleas were the last thing on my mind. More dirt came down and I could hear the building crumbling over us.

“Nat?” holding onto her cheeks to make her face me. Her eyes were drifting and if I let her go her body would melt. “Shit. Nat. Wake up” Fuck. I get up, placing my arms under hers, pulling her towards the door.

“I got her” I look up and see Vision coming down. I nod. I see him carry her through the opening where everything was falling. I made sure they were gone as I ran safely past the door.

“Who has the upper hand now?” Goddamit. “ I should have done some research before targeting you. I thought you were going to be a normal person who if they are threatened they would always watch over their shoulder not involve the one and only avengers team." What kind of villain circles someone as the place is about to come down on us?

“Never did plan on it but since you literally tried to bomb me in the avengers tower, you kind of did that to yourself”

“Right now is not the time to be a smart mouth don’t you think?” He drew the gun closer to my face.

“So let me get this straight. Your boy fell for Jessica. Jessica was killed by the 3 suspects. Then your son committed sucide so you went on to kill the three suspects and Mr. Miller to cover up your tracks of revange?”

“Yes” He huffed, taking a look behind me. He lets go of the gun and starts walking away. “Now I know they won’t stop until I am captured but if you die here and I go to court for any of that, well lets just say corpses cant” He makes it to a covered door and locks it before I could stop him. Fuck. I run back to the yellow door and debris blocks the other side. What kind of ward, maze, or fucking warehouse is this?

“Y/N?” oh thank god

“Maria? How Nat?”

“Really? You are stuck underground. Mrs. Romanoff is a couple of minutes away from

the tower. Bruce is with her.”

“Thank god. Trust me I am freaking out. I don’t like being stuck in place more when its

underground.”

“You know what the good news is?” There's good news?

“My hair still look good?” I slide down the wall ready to collapse and stay there until I die

of starvation

“I can’t tell through infered but what I can tell is we have Kidd under custody and is on

the way to jail” another sigh of relief. “Are you ready to get out of there?” Before I could answer I hear a loud explosion and the hallaway I am in starts moving.

“What the hell is happening?” Please let it be an earthquake and not the ground underneath me falling.

“We cleared the ground above and now we are taking the enclosure you are in out to the surface” I could hear the container I was in hit the ground. Enclosure? What the hell am I, an animal? The sound and the smell of something burning was opposite of me. The metal rectangle opening fell, the light came through and an annoying and pissed off Tony did too.

“I should have kept you in here. Cut an opening on top and fed you like a hamster. That way you couldn’t get stupid ideas an act on them”

“Can we go home now? I did enough heroing today?” I know I didn’t help and probably interfered more than helping but I was tired and I hadn’t had anything to eat. No one got hurt and the criminal is underarrest.

“Yeah. Get in the quinjet” I smile passing by him. Never have I been so happy to touch the ground.

“You okay?” Steve says as I am walking up the ramp

“Next time I tell you to get out you do just as I say so I don’t have to come to you and have something like this happen again” I hear his slight chuckle. I take a seat and close my eyes.

“You saved Nat you know?” Lazily I open my eyes and see him kneeling infront of me. “We weren’t going to give up that easily. We have gotten into bigger messes before. As for you coming over that was a bad idea yes but if you didn’t we wouldn't have gotten to Nat in time” His smile always makes me feel better and he always knows what to say.

“Alright let's go home” Tony demands, walking into the quinjet. “And Bucky is, I would say angry at you but I don’t think that begins to cover it” Fuck! I forgot about Bucky. Fuck Bucky. Lydia. I am a horrible guardian. Leaving her alone with a guy who might have nice intentions but probably doesn’t even know how to take care of a plant. All the way I had two things on my mind. One Lydia and second Nat. When I told you I ran I ran to my room. I think all I saw was tunnel vision.

“Oh thank god” I pressed a hand over my heart seeing Lydia sleep soundly on my bed. His stare was very distinctive so when I felt a stare I knew it was him. I turn around and see him leaning with his arms crossed in the door entry. “Hey Tinman”

“Are you serious? Leaving me alone with a baby?! No. Leaving Lydia alone with me! To go to a mission that didn’t include you. That you could be injured or worse, died from!”

“Am sorry I wasn’t thinking” I walk forward tailing out the door so Lydia wouldn’t wake up. I knew saying sorry was enough when his face wasn’t angry but sad. “I understand-”

“You don’t understand anything! You could have died while under my protection! Lydia could have been harmed while I was with her. Goddamit!” I was looking at the ground like I was some little kid being screamed at by their parents. I didn’t know what to say and I guess he didn’t want to hear anything of what I was going to come up with. His footsteps moved quietly down the hall until he went into his room. The elevator dings and I see Wanda walking out.

“Everything okay?” Why did I feel a sting in my eyes? I never liked people screaming at me. But it never made tears form like this before. Not since the last time I saw my mother. “Y/N you need to understand way better than the quick story” She is right. I don’t know who Bucky is but I really do feel sorry and I have to make him believe me. “I will stay with her. Go”

“Thanks Wanda” I walked towards the door but stopped before I could try the knob. My mind was a mess or words. Every word that I think has no meaning because I am scared it's the wrong ones to use. “Bucky?” He probably hates me more than he did before now. That's why he doesn’t answer the door. Even trying to take a deep breath was a mistake. My breathing was out of order now. I turn the door thanking it for being unlocked. The lights were off but the light from outside gave me enough to see the form of the bedroom. He wasn’t in bed and the bathroom or closet door was wide open with the lights off. Where is he?

“Normally when people don’t answer the door it is because they don’t want to speak to anyone” Shit. I turned to the dark corner his voice was coming from.

“Normally people don’t seat in dark corners in their own room with the light off” Everystep I took towards him I had a bad idea in my head. What if it wasn’t Bucky? What if it was a serial killer pretending to be him? What if it was my imagination or just a dream? What if I walk into the dark corner and get sucked in a different demination?

“For someone who has a lot of thoughts in their brain, you can’t make decisions rapidly” I stop immediately after bumping into him. I kneel infront of him. I don’t hear him even flinch in the chair.

“Tinman I came here to apologise and you are making it really hard” Fuck I can’t come up with words now and that basically in my job description. But I can’t help this feeling, I don’t want to hurt him or have him hate me even more becasue I don’t know how to apologise to someone. I have never been the one to show emotion or love towards somebody. Maybe a hug and a smile with friends but never this. With Bucky it's like a connection and as stupid as it sounds I just crave him more than a physical way. Wanda always said I would find someone who would change my mind on belonging to someone. Having to give everything to them no matter the pain. To make myself vulnerable to them. I would tell her she was crazy. If I did find someone they wouldn’t rule my life. I wouldn’t be someone who would do that. I thought I was strong but with him, it just feels different. Words can’t explain that. “I am not good at apologising because I don’t do it often” I place my hands on his knees. Why? I don’t know!. His muscles tense but I can’t remove them now. “You can ask Wanda. I hardly apologise to people one because I am hardly in the wrong and two because most of the time it is something stupid. I can’t even accept and thank you because I hate feeling like I have to keep up an act of being someone they like-”

“You’re rambling” His voice was above a whisper and If he wouldn’t have moved a little I wouldn’t have quit talking to hear him talk.

“Right. Look I just want to say I am sorry for leaving Lydia with you. I should have thought it through but when I saw that the team needed help, well I bolted. I know you, Bruce, or Sam could have been of better service but it was my problem to fix. So I apologise for that. I don’t know everything,” Shit. I feel a problem coming. “I just know that I am sorry for making you feel like a danger to someone.” more a baby. “ I won’t do it again” I hope he could hear my sincerity in my voice. How can he make me feel so vulnerable? Like I want to cry because I caused him some kind of pain. I met him not even a week ago. Yet he makes me feel like we have been friends for years.

[onceuponastory]

normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter ten (FINALE): begin again

“Yeah I know I went and left you all alone Please don't think that I let you go I'll never let go.” “Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls But none of them would ever feel like home And no matter how far and wide I roam You're the only one I'll ever know.” - anyone else by pvris

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of death, murder, stabbing, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, a lot of blood, and graphic descriptions of violence and injuries. Also mentions of reader’s trauma and PTSD after everything she’s been through, and her survivors guilt. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Well, here it is. The final chapter of Normal. I’m going to make a big post about it ending later, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you SO MUCH for reading and loving this story as much as you all have. I appreciate every note and comment so much. This chapter is not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Lying on the floor, Y/N listens as the sirens sound and as the blood continues to flow from her side. She presses her hand to the wound, trying to stop the flow, but it only adds to the pain. Biting her lip, Y/N hisses as she tries to hold back her cries of pain. Lying back, she wonders where Steve is now. Hopefully, he’s safe. Even though now she wishes she went with him. The sound of the sirens gradually grows louder and louder until she realises they’re outside. Sighing, Y/N braces herself. Because once those doors open, everything changes. And this time, she doesn't know how she'll survive it on her own. 

The door soon bursts open, and she hears voices shouting. “FBI, hands in the air!” Y/N lifts her hands, even though doing so sends more pain throughout her body. Rapidly, footsteps approach her.

“I’m FBI Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Please don’t shoot.” She mumbles.

“Y/N! Oh god. What happened to you?” A familiar voice, that of her boss, sounds. “Hey, we need an ambulance over here!” He bends down, studying her bloody and bruised body. “Shit.” He murmurs, taking off his jacket and holding it against her side to stop the bleeding. “Y/N, where’s Kemp? Is he still here?” He asks. Y/N’s eyes fill with tears before she can even stop them. 

“I don’t know.” She sniffles, and her boss sighs.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. Don’t worry about him. He can’t hurt you anymore.” If only she could tell them the truth about how truly kind Steve was to her, and how he defended her against Nick. Maybe then, things would be different. But nobody would believe her anyway. Once again, her thoughts drift to Steve and the times they spent together. They were so happy, so free. And now, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again.

“Sir, there’s one body over here. It’s Fowler.” A voice sounds, cutting through her thoughts. Immediately, Y/N gasps. 

“Sir, it was Nick. The killings, everything, it was all-” she exclaims, hoping they believe her and that she’s not sent to prison on a murder charge. To her surprise, though, a look of shame crosses her boss’ expression, and he nods.

“Don’t waste your strength. It’s alright. We know.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. “Well done, kid. You solved the case after all.” Even though Y/N can feel herself starting to lose consciousness, a small smile crosses her lips.

“I did, didn’t I?” she murmurs.

“We better get you out of here. It looks like you’re about to end up the same way as Nick.” The sound of sirens fills the air again, and her boss breathes a sigh of relief. But Y/N can feel herself starting to slip away.

“I don’t want to die.” She whispers.

“And you won’t. I won’t let you.” Her boss promises. He looks over her body once again, swearing as he sees his jacket becoming increasingly more soaked with blood. “Where the fuck is that ambulance?!” He yells. “Come on Y/N, just stay awake for me, okay? Just hold on, please.” As Y/N’s eyes begin to drift shut, strangely, she feels oddly at peace. The nightmare is finally over. And at least she got to say goodbye to Steve. 

“You saved us both, and all those women. You did it. My beautiful Y/N.” His words echo in her mind as the doors open again, and as paramedics run up to her. And then, Y/N passes out.

Sometime later, Y/N wakes up. As her eyes take time to adjust to the bright lights of her new surroundings, she hears a voice.

“Thank fuck, she’s awake.” For a fleeting moment, in her daze, she hopes it’s Steve, risking his life and freedom to see her and make sure she’s safe. But as she realises that she’s in a hospital, she also realises that it’s not Steve beside her, just her boss. Her heart sinks, and she sighs sadly. She’s still alone. “Welcome back. You gave us all quite a scare.”

“What happened?” She frowns.

“Well, Fowler got you pretty badly in the side, but the doctors and nurses managed to patch you up. They said you’re a trooper. You’re on bedrest for the next few weeks.”

“No, I mean, how did you find me?”

“Well, you were right. Fowler was behind everything. He tried to hide the evidence, but one of his associates squealed and told us Nick went out to find you. He probably wanted to make sure Kemp killed you, and when he didn’t, he wanted to finish the job.” Y/N nods, trying to block out all the memories she has of Nick standing over her with a knife, that crazed look on his face. “There’s going to be an officer outside your door from now on, just in case Kemp comes back.” That means there’s no way for her to warn Steve, so if he comes back, he’ll be putting herself in danger. 

“Hopefully he doesn’t then.” She says, and her boss laughs.

“Well, you got lucky the first time with him, so hopefully your good luck continues.” Y/N suppresses a scoff. Luck? That’s not what she’d call it. “By the way, there are some journalists outside who want to speak to you.” Y/N frowns.

“Journalists? Plural? I thought there’d just be one reporter, if anything.” Her boss chuckles.

“Y/N, you got kidnapped by a serial killer, and stopped another's reign of terror all on your own. You’re in pretty high demand, kid.” Y/N feels her cheeks heating up.

“Oh, right.” How could she be so naive? Of course, after going through what she did, newspapers would be interested in her. She fidgets nervously in her bed, and she bites the skin around her thumb. She’s not used to having so much attention on her. She’s given a few interviews before, but definitely not on this big a scale, or with her as the subject of the story. And she’s definitely not faced it all on her own. 

“If you want, I can send them away.” Her boss offers, obviously noticing her discomfort. Sighing, she shakes her head.

“No, I’m going to have to deal with them eventually, aren’t I? Send them in.”

From that moment on, before she even leaves the hospital, Y/N’s life completely changes almost overnight. There are constant news and magazine interviews, all talking about how brave she was for going up against two cannibalistic serial killers, and not only that, but killing one of them before he could hurt anyone else. They ask her how she feels, knowing that it’s all over, and that she’s a hero. Even though she doesn’t feel much like a hero.

Her co-workers at the FBI even come to visit her too, gushing over and over about how she did such a great job and how they always trusted and believed in her. Honestly, Y/N’s glad she’s still on bedrest and attached to a drip when they come, because when they say those words to her after the hell and constant bullying they put her through, she almost punches them all. The higher ups at the FBI and CIA come to see her too, talking about how what she did will reflect on the agencies as a whole, and how much praise they’ll get for solving the case, completely ignoring how she did it on her own, with her own hard work, and almost died because of it.

Even her parents come to visit her, tears filling their eyes as they tell her how proud they are, and how much they love her. The same parents who, only a few months ago, barely acknowledged her or her job because it didn’t fit into their perfect lifestyle. Of course, deep down she’s glad to have some love from her parents again…it’s just tainted because it took her almost dying and being interviewed by almost every news and tv network around the world for her to be worthy of their pride and love. Then again, they always loved a headline.

And of course, even though everyone tells her it’s over and that they know Nick was responsible, there’s still plenty of police, FBI and CIA interviews. Those are her least favourite kinds of interviews. She didn't know how frightening it was to be on the other side of them. They all ask for her side of the story, the warning signs she saw with Nick, and the million dollar question: if she’s sure that she doesn’t know where Steve went. And in all honesty, she doesn’t. Even though she wants to know more than anything.

When she leaves the hospital, things only continue. For a while, she almost becomes America’s Sweetheart: the superhero who saved the country and its daughters from the darkness that was Nick Fowler. Yet, despite how glad she is that it’s all over, and with receiving so much praise, Y/N just wants it all to stop. She’s tired of having cameras shoved in her face wherever she goes, meaning she can’t live a normal life ever again. She’s not used to this newfound fame, and doesn’t think she ever will be. Not to mention how she’ll be tied to Nick Fowler and this awful thing that he did to her forever. And everyone just seems so…fake. They pretend to care about her physical and mental turmoil, but she knows they’re mostly just there to get clicks and engagement, and they couldn’t care less about what happens to her after this. They’re just chasing the next big story. And for a while, that’s what she’s going to be. This whole situation makes her miss Steve even more. He was the only one who was proud of her. Not because of how well she and her actions would reflect on him. He was actually proud of her. He actually loved her.

And now she’s all on her own, with no idea where he is or if he’s even alive. Her physical scars heal with time, but her emotional scars still stay. And so, the agency also provides her with a therapist to help her readjust to society. Her therapist is nice and all, but she just stares at her most of the time, expecting her to open up about all her trauma right away, when that’s the last thing she wants to do. Not that she can tell her therapist that, though. How else could she phrase that after being given the gift of survival and being hailed as a hero, she doesn’t want it? It makes her sound so ungrateful. 

All Y/N has to keep going is remembering the sweet nothings Steve whispered to her at every waking moment, hoping it’s enough to see her through the night without any nightmares of Nick standing over her with a knife. It never works. The nights are always the worst. When she wakes up, feeling or hearing the whisper of Steve’s voice, or his touch, and knowing it’s not real this time. That she can’t go back to see him and talk to him, and to stop this aching feeling in her chest. That’s what hurts the most. Having him ripped away so quickly from her.

Of course, she tries to find him herself. At least, she searches for him as much as she can before people get suspicious that either she’s not healing as well as she might be, or that her and Steve’s relationship goes far deeper than it seems. After convincing herself that Steve has kept a low enough profile for a while, Y/N even starts checking the news, waiting in case there’s any new bodies that turn up matching Steve’s MO. Because even though the thought still churns her stomach, she knows a cannibal like Steve has to survive somehow. By this point, Y/N’s sure that she knows Steve inside and out (including physically), so she’d be able to spot his work right away. 

When that doesn’t work, Y/N goes back to the cabin a few times, hoping that Steve is hiding out there, waiting for her to find him, or that he’s left her a clue. Naturally, her therapist thinks it’s a great idea, and sees it as a great way to confront what happened. Of course, Y/N didn’t tell her the real reason for her visit. When there’s still no sign of him, and the townspeople don’t know where he is either, it crushes her even more. 

The more time goes on without any word from Steve, not even a discreet note, Y/N starts to wonder if Steve has forgotten her after all. And even after being kidnapped, beaten and almost dying...the possibility that Steve doesn’t love her anymore hurts more than anything Y/N has been through.

“Mom, stop fussing over me, please!” Y/N moans, swatting away her mother’s hands as they try to fix her outfit and hair. 

“I’m sorry, darling. Your father and I just want to make sure you look good for your special night when you accept your award!” She insists. Tonight, Y/N gets an award for stopping Nick and closing the case for good. Y/N sighs. She’s still honoured to be appreciated, especially after all the pain and torment she went through. But she knows this ceremony will be full of press again, ready to plaster her face all over the newspapers and television screens once more. 

Y/N looks at herself in the mirror, staring at the fancy clothes adorning her body. She looks so…different. And she feels so uncomfortable and out of place. Thank fuck they’re not expecting a speech. She’s still too overwhelmed with everything going on with her life, and with trying to find Steve to even think straight. 

“Y/N, they’re ready for you.” Her father announces, and she nods. After her parents leave, Y/N takes a deep breath and walks out towards the stage. She peeks out at the crowd of people and journalists, all there to see her. Yet, even with such an enormous crowd of people there just to see her...Y/N’s never felt so lonely. If Steve was here, he’d be telling her how gorgeous she looks, and be unable to keep his hands off of her the entire time. If he was here, everything would be so much better. She wouldn’t have to go through this all on her own, without the one person who knows what she’s going through. The only person who matters to her. Maybe if she tried harder to find Steve, or went with him, then things would be different. Another shiver goes up her body then at the thought of Steve touching her, and Y/N tries desperately to not start crying.

But if he’s chosen a life without her, then she has to respect that. Even though that thought tears her up inside. Pushing away her thoughts of Steve, Y/N watches as the director of the FBI approaches the microphone.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. Members of the press. Thank you all for being here as we honour Agent Y/N Y/L/N, who stopped Nick Fowler, the recent serial killer terrorising Portland, all on her own. And after being kidnapped by Steve Kemp too, another monster.” Y/N winces at his words. If only he knew that to her, Steve Kemp is the furthest thing from a monster. “Through her actions and dedicated hard work, Y/N exemplifies our values of strength and bravery. Which is why I’m honoured to call her an agent, and to give her this award. So please help me welcome her onto the stage.” And yet, Y/N stays rooted in her spot, too hesitant to go out in front of such a big crowd on her own.

So much for being a hero.

“Clearly, she’s not used to the spotlight.” The director chuckles, and further laughter ripples through the crowd. Y/N gulps, her uncomfortableness back in full force. Maybe it would be better if she ran.

“You’re a smart woman, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t let you share your thoughts.” Suddenly, Steve’s words echo in her mind again, cutting through her fears. “I’m proud of you.” 

At first, the sound of Steve’s voice makes her feel even more upset, especially since she still hasn’t heard anything from him. But then, Y/N realises that Steve, the one person who actually loves her, would want her to accept this award. So, taking a deep breath, Y/N walks out on stage.

As she does, the room erupts with the sound of cheering and the flashing of cameras. The sudden sound and brightness makes her wince as she approaches the director. He grasps her hand, shaking it tightly. “Well done.” He grins, passing over a small plaque to her. The cameras go off a few more times, and the applause starts again.

And then, thankfully, it’s over.

Later that night, as she makes the rounds greeting people and giving interviews, Y/N keeps glancing down at the award in her arms. It’s so small. She’s been through so much pain and trauma, including almost dying…and all she gets is a fucking tiny wooden plaque. Meanwhile, there’s no doubt her bosses are using this opportunity to improve their own careers, and she’ll soon be forgotten about again. She scans the room, noticing her co-workers looking at her. And she’ll soon be back to being a target for jokes and bullies by the same people praising her. Just another cog in the machine. 

“You know, you need a new job if this is how they treat you.” Steve’s words, some of the first he ever said to her, echo in her mind. Back then, she thought he was just saying them to get under her skin and play on her fear. Deep down, though, she knew he was right. And now, she’s finally going to take his advice. Because she loved her job at first, and will always be grateful to them for indirectly introducing her to Steve. Without him, her whole life wouldn’t have been turned upside down, and she probably would have died back in that church. Now though, she’s had enough, and she can’t do it anymore.

So a few days later, Y/N enters her office once more, and she packs everything up. Once she’s finished, Y/N goes to see her boss. “Why do I have a bad feeling about whatever you’re about to tell me?” He chuckles when he sees her. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“Sir, I’d like to hand in my resignation.” She passes over an envelope, which her boss studies. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, and all the opportunities I had. I just-”

“After what happened, you can’t do it anymore?” He finishes for her, and she nods. “Well Y/N, you’ve done a lot of good in your time here, arguably more so than anyone in this entire agency. But you’ve been through a lot. Including seeing enough blood and gore to last a lifetime.” He sighs, getting up to shake her hand. “I can’t say I won’t miss you…but I understand.” He grasps her hand, shaking it firmly. “And besides, you’re leaving here a hero. Few people can say that.” Y/N nods. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve done, sir.”

“No. Thank you.” He insists. “After all, you did it all on your own, remember?” Y/N feels herself blushing. If only they knew the truth, and how Steve helped her. And how she let him go. She wouldn’t have such a hero's reputation then.  Sometimes she wonders if it would change anything if she admitted how much Steve helped her. She knows it’s foolish to hope that doing so would bring Steve back and drop everything against him, but after dreaming of him for so long and finally getting him…it doesn’t hurt to try again, right? 

But unfortunately, life doesn’t work like that. And if she and Steve are over, then so be it.

“What are you going to do with yourself, then?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I just need some time to myself. Maybe I’ll do some travelling.” 

“Well, I hope life is good for you. Especially after all of this. You deserve it.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replies, blinking back her tears.

“If you want to come back, or you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate.” Y/N nods, and after saying her last goodbyes, she leaves the office. She can see all her co-workers staring at her, whispering amongst themselves once more. She was right after all: it’s not even been a week since her ceremony, and she’s already back to being the joke of the office. But not anymore. Turning away with a scoff, Y/N leaves the office for the last time.

A few days later, Y/N sighs as she looks through her mail. Bills, bills, more requests for interviews….the same as usual. But then, one letter pops out in an unfamiliar handwriting. Frowning, she tears it open and begins to read.

“Dear Y/N. My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I got in contact with you. I had to make sure it was safe, but I have missed you so much.” Immediately, Y/N’s eyes widen, her heart rate increases, and her body heats up with excitement. Steve. He’s alive. He’s okay. He’s alive. Trying to calm herself down, Y/N keeps reading, a huge smile on her face. “I’ve just seen you receiving your award on television, and although I’m a little hurt to not be included, I’m so proud that you’re finally receiving the recognition you deserve. I’ve never stopped thinking about you or stopped loving you, and I hope you still feel the same about me.”

“Of course I do.” She whispers without a second thought. 

“I’ve got a house now, and a new life. If you still want to be with me, come and find me.” There’s an address at the bottom of the letter. Involuntarily, Y/N lets out a squeal of excitement. 

He wants to see her again. 

He still loves her. 

She has to go see him. 

Glancing out of the window, Steve sighs. Since he’s still technically a fugitive, he’s had to move away from Portland, away from his real home and from the love of his life, and assume a new identity. He wanted to contact Y/N as soon as he left, but it was too risky, and could put either of them in danger. So, Steve waited. Even though the constant worry over how Y/N is doing is all-consuming. He knows she was at least okay a week ago, because he saw her accepting her award on TV. But after that, anything could’ve happened. The sight of her lying on the ground, blood pouring out of her, still haunts his every waking moment. He could’ve done so much more to help her. And yet…he ran, like a coward. If she’s hurt again, he’d never be able to live with himself.

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, and Steve goes to answer it. When he sees who’s standing there, he gasps. “Hi Steve.” Y/N smiles, her eyes filled with tears. 

“Y/N?” He whispers. “You’re here?”

Chuckling, Y/N nods. “I got your letter.” Immediately, she drops her bags and runs forward into his arms, and he squeezes her tightly. He buries his nose in her hair and her clothing, inhaling her scent once more. 

“I’m so glad you’re here…that you’re okay.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips, one full of passion and longing. Y/N moans happily. Once they’ve pulled apart, Steve still keeps her in his arms for a bit longer. If he could, he’d keep her there, safe in his embrace forever. “I love you so much. Welcome home.” He grins, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Y/N and Steve know that their relationship and lives have been a whirlwind of chaos and unpredictability, but they’re ready for their new life together.

Always and forever.

The End.

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[maimaiapologist]

Tell me MORE ABOUT SAL:

👁🍙🚙❔(Yorinobu ofc)

tysm for asking!!! <3 it means a lot! (questions taken from here!) again, sal's canon is a huge wip so i need to figure out a lot of things.

👁 - Sandayu Oda: Answered here!

🍙 - Goro Takemura: Also answered in the link above!

🚙- Panam Palmer: Panam and Sal have very alike personality types: stubborn, energetic, and with a very strong temper. Add similar backgrounds as nomads and it’s the perfect recipe for a friendship that also has a lot of ups and downs. During the Hellman job, the two quickly get along and become buddies in mayhem, shooting Raffens and annoying Saul. But things get dicey when the Relic situation gets worse and Sal refuses to open up, not wanting to further harm Panam or the rest of the Aldecaldos, and Panam takes that as an offense and gets angry with her. (Can you tell that Relic fuckery causes half of Sal’s relationships to fall apart?) Thankfully, after Mikoshi, the two get their shit together and make up, with Sal even living with the ‘Caldos for some time, although I’m still trying to figure out if Yorinobu joins them or if the two lovebirds set off in order to keep Panam and the rest of the family safe. Either way, Sal and Panam remain friends for a long time and have a very close relationship, almost like sisters.

❔- Yorinobu Arasaka: I could write a whole novel about these two, and I’m actually thinking of doing so (can’t promise that I will finish it, though), but to avoid clogging your dash, I’ll be as brief as possible and put this under a cut.

Sal was vaguely familiar with Yorinobu before she got the heist job, mostly thanks to screamsheets, and regarded him as your average corporate playboy who wasted away his wealth and privilege on being a rebel without a cause; and her impression continued right up until the heist, when he murdered his own father in front of her. To Sal, who grew up in a nomad clan and very family-oriented cultures, seeing someone murder their own blood was shocking, to say the least, and thought that Yorinobu was a despot who was willing to use violence to his own game.

It wasn’t until she had to forcibly talk to him for the first time, after being captured by Arasaka forces during Hanako’s botched interrogation, that her impression of him changed. As shitty as it might sound, both saw in each other someone they could use to further their own goals: Sal, to finally get help (and Johnny out of her head) and Yorinobu, to further his plans of destroying Arasaka from the inside. Mind you, this is way before Sal makes contact with Alt or Hellman, so she sees Yorinobu as her only way in. She’ll take care of him later once everything is done, and take Arasaka down in the process, right? Right?

And, as I have said before: their story is a big ole fucking WIP so I haven’t got the specific details of how they come to share a mutual goal. There’s probably a lot of overly inquisitive questions by Sal and oversharing about childhood and trauma, Relic malfunctions, also a lot of questioning on Yorinobu’s part regarding the heist and all the shit that had been swept under the rug coming to light. And, in the end, when two people who’ve spent their whole life drifting and feeling like they don’t belong anywhere start sharing heart-to-hearts about family, violence, mortality, and grief, there’s bound to be some kind of connection.

Their relationship can get tumultuous—especially before Mikoshi, when both the pressure of Sal’s incoming death and the Relic chip turning her brain into jelly become the cause of many arguments that end up exploding because that’s what happens when two stubborn people get together. It has a lot of highs and downs, and even after the Relic’s taken care of and Arasaka has been (metaphorically) nuked, there’s still a rocky road ahead. But with him, Sal feels something she hasn’t felt in years: belonging, understanding, a place to be, and the joy of being in a relationship with someone who makes her appreciate the beauty of the world no matter how fucked up it might be. 

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Not A Documentary Film

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie wakes up to discover Gavin and his friends have had some 'fun' with him. Trouble is he can't really remember.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1266 Chapter: 3/?

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Self-Esteem Issues, mentions of anal sex, anal fisting, hints of group sex, amateur porn, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 2 / Part 1 / Masterpost

“Just open your legs a little more.”

Frankie huffed and shifted his legs as best he could, but his whole body felt sluggish. They’d been at this for hours now and he was tired. Too much of whatever Gavin had given him, plus two guys fucking him, made Frankie want to sleep. He could feel his eyes drifting close…

“Frank! Wake up, dude.” Someone shook his shoulder. “Fuck man, he’s too gone.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” That was Gavin. Oh yeah, Frankie sort of remembered. They were at Gavin’s friend Josh’s house again. Gavin had said something about a job. Or something. Frankie couldn’t remember properly. His head was fuzzy and it was time for sleep. Time for…

“Dude. He’s gonna pass out.” That sounds like Tyler. Frankie sort of liked Tyler. He was tall with dark hair and a muscular frame. He reminded Frankie of Benny in a lot of ways. Tyler had a big goofy smile like Benny. He had a habit of biting his lip when he was thinking like Benny. He was rough but not uncaring when he touched Frankie. Frankie had always imagined that was what sex with Benny would be like. Rough but loving.

“He’s fucking fine.” Gavin snapped back. He sounded mad. Why was Gavin mad? Frankie had done everything he’d been told tonight. Even the bits he didn’t really like. He didn’t really like being pissed on, but he’d let them. He’d open his mouth like Gavin had said. Why was Gavin mad?

“Dude!” Tyler sounded mad now. Pissed even. “I’m stopping. He wants to sleep. Let him sleep. Stop-”

“Fuck! Why are you being such a fucking whiny bitch Ty?” Gavin was shouting now.

“A whiny bitch?” Frankie could feel the hand pulled roughly from his ass. He could hear the two men moving away from him. The argument continuing. “It’s fucked up to do this if he’s out cold. Just…”

Frankie couldn't hear them now. He wasn’t sure if that was because they were far away or because he was far away. Way somewhere else. Somewhere nice. Someone put something soft over him. It felt nice and warm against his naked body. Frankie started to let himself drift.

Frankie wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but it was light when he cracked open one eye. He was still at Josh’s place, lying awkwardly on the sofa, naked as the day he was born, wrapped in a baby blue blanket. And fuck, he ached all over.

The camera stand from the night before was the only clue Frankie had to what the guys had been doing with him. He rarely remembered everything they did anymore. He preferred it that way for the most part. The things he did remember filled him with shame. Which just added to the reasons to get high.

If there had been a camera stand, then there had been a camera. That was the logical conclusion, right? They’d been filming what they did to him. Evidence of their night of sweat and shame. Shit.

A snort to his left made Frankie jump and turning his head, he was surprised to see Tyler asleep next to him. Looking around the room, there was no sign of Josh or Gavin. It seemed only Tyler had given enough shits to check on him. Frankie couldn’t help but feel touched.

Frankie tested his arms first, seeing how much effort it would take to move them. They didn’t feel as achy as the rest of his body, and with little effort he was able to prop himself up on his elbows to get a better look around.

The sitting room looked relatively neat, all things considered. Beer bottles on the coffee table but none on the floor. Nothing looked damaged or broken. Looking past the sleeping form of Tyler, Frankie could see a massive bottle of lube on its side next to the sofa. It was one of those big ones with a pump nozzle. Next to it were dildos. Great. There were four that Frankie could see, ranging in size from around the same as an average guy's dick to, well, much bigger than a fist.

Frankie decided to risk sitting up and immediately regretted it for two reasons. One was his back twinging, making him gasp in pain. Fuck. He was in his forties now and sleeping on sofas was not a good idea. Especially after a night of who the fuck knows what. The second reason Frankie regretted sitting up was a large amount of something wet leaving his asshole. Probably lube, he thought to himself. Probably.

The shifting on the sofa jostled Tyler and Frankie heard another louder snort before Tyler began to look around, his back still to Frankie.

“You awake?” Frankie whispered.

Tyler’s head turned, and he smiled at Frankie. That big goofy smile that reminded Frankie of Benny so much. Damn it.

“Hey, man. You feeling ok?” Tyler sounded hoarse.

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie nodded. It wasn’t a total lie. Physically it felt fine. Sore but fine. Emotionally was a whole other thing, but Tyler probably wasn’t asking about that. He probably didn’t care. Frankie gestured to the camera stand. “You guys were filming last night?”

Tyler actually looked guilty for a second. Or perhaps sad. Frankie didn’t really know him well enough to gauge. If he were more awake, then maybe he’d be able to figure Tyler out, but right now, Frankie felt like he could sleep for a week.

“Yeah, man. Didn’t Gav tell you? He was supposed to tell you. Make sure you were cool with it.” Tyler frowned and shifted on the floor to face Frankie.

Frankie laughed softly. “He might have, but I forgot.” He answered honestly. “I don’t always remember everything we, erm, do.”

“Oh.”

An awkward silence filled the room as Frankie waited patiently for Tyler to continue. He watched as the younger man groaned as he stood up and looked around the room. Finally walking over to a pile of clothes on one of the armchairs. Tyler picked up the bundle and walked back to Frankie on the sofa.

“Here.” Tyler held out what Frankie now realized was his own clothes. “Gimme a sec, and I’ll get some wet wipes to help you get cleaned up.”

Tyler left the sitting room for a few minutes before returning with a pack of wet wipes and handing them to Frankie.

“Thanks.” Frankie nodded before gingerly lifting the blanket covering his modesty. Modesty. Huh, did he really even have that anymore? Tyler had seen everything before. What did it matter now? But as Frankie looked up at the younger man, Tyler smiled shyly and turned his back to give Frankie at least some privacy.

“So erm,” Tyler spoke softly and carefully as Frankie began to clean last night’s remnants off his body. “What do you remember from last night? What do you remember Gav saying?”

“Something about a job, I think.” Frankie struggled to recall. “I remember, I remember…” He trailed off as a wave of shame hit him like a truck. “Fuck. I remember being fucked. I remember, I think I remember being pissed on. Think you guys fisted me. Again.”

“Erm…” Tyler sounded as embarrassed as Frankie felt. “Yeah. We did, erm, we did those things. I, well, we came up with the idea of putting it online. There’s money in it. In porn, I mean. Good money in the extreme stuff too.”

“Wait.” Had Tyler just said what he thought he had? “It’s online?” Frankie felt like he’d been doused in cold water.

[diesukitsuki]

Stop my brain RIGHT FUCKING NOOWWWW

thinking about sitting on bkg's lap while he is lying down, just sucking on his nipples while cockwarming him, bouncing sometimes

think about his flustered face, cute and shy moans and pink nipples being abused by your mouth-

ughhhh there is no enough bottom bakugou I swear, sometimes this man doesn't wanna think about everything, doesn't want to take care of everything

he wants to be spoiled, loved and taken care of!

cw : gn! reader, sub bakugou, short fic, nipple play, cock warming, 18+ only, ageless blogs and minors dni,

note : hngngh you have no idea how many times i’ve day dreamed about doing that to him.

sorry for the adrupt ending.. uhh i didn’t know what else to add also.. i’m shit at smut 💔

Be it genetics or some kind of sick joke from his past life, Katsuki’s nipples were annoyingly sensitive. Sensitive to the point where he has to be mindful of what material his shirts he should avoid, like cotton, or always having to avoid tight space in case of accidental... chafing.

It was something he could handle though. Nothing too serious. Nothing to cry about. If his chest happened to brush by something, he’d suck it up because it happens. A simple annoying inconvenience that he would forget about. Easy. Done.

As for you, you were an obstacle he wouldn’t have anticipated— ever— until you got a little too brave. You just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Seeing that his cute nipples are almost always pressed against his thin shirt, you can’t help but prod and poke at them, giggling as you watch him flinch and swat at your hand like a prissy cat.

It was hard to resist, really. Your boyfriend’s tits were so pretty and filled out nicely in his synthetic shirts. Sometimes you would treat yourself by letting your eyes drift down, all of his words fizzing out of your brain as he talked about this and that, who and what, where and how.

That’s when your brain delves into fantasies that he would probably be too embarrassed to let you indulge onto him. Your would blink slowly as you continue you stare, letting the dilating void in your eyes take in the shape of plush pecs. Thinking about squeezing them, sucking them, milking them.

“Oi,” He snaps his fingers in front of you. Your eyes flutter, and you’re back from your enriching vision. “eyes up here, perv.”

“Can’t help, handsome. Y’got nice tits.”

He clicks tongue and turns his head away. You don’t miss his reddened cheeks. Cute, you coo inwardly. ”Don’t call ‘em that. It’s fuckin’ embarrassing.”

“Get less prettier tits then.” Your eyes dropping back down to stare at them. “Can’t help it..” You trail off.. Your voice dipping like you’re entranced by his chest. Might as well be.

“God, your basically drooling all over them.”

“I’d actually do it, if you’d let me.”

“Shut up before I kill you.”

-

It’s funny how fussy he got whenever you got too handsy with his chest. Swatting your hand away when went to grab a handful. Promising death when you ogled him for too long— Always so demanding. Always so bossy. Though, you have him on a leash, especially when he’s drooling and begging for you to move your hips. The make out sessions before hand not satiating anything.

“Patience, honey.” You coo to him, adjusting yourself purposely like you had for the nth time to watch him whine underneath you. His fat cock rubbing against your velvet walls. “You’re doing so good, baby. You just gotta be a little more patient.”

“Please..” He keens softly. His usually sharp eyes are dulled down into something soft and hazy, like tumbling sea glass, as he looks up at you. “Want you to move s’badly..” He whines. The vice on your hips tells you the same thing.

“I know,” You reassure. “I know. ‘m just gonna try something, m’kay? Can we do that first?” You press a kiss against his swollen lips when he complies with an eager nod, and you feel him melt against you. “Good.” You say with a smile.

You press kisses down the column of his neck. Revisiting bruises with kitten lick, and inking blank skin with your teeth. His hands find their way to your shirt. His hands fisting them as you continue to mark him up. The subtle vibration of his whimpers and mewl can be felt as you make your journey down to his chest.

Katsuki lets out a curse when you lap at his pert bud before taking a good mouthful of his pecs into your mouth. Sweet moans fall from his lips as you suck and lap at his nipple. Your free hand groping at the fat of his pecs, occasionally tweaking or pinching at his nipples.

“Hngh,, ‘s too much..” The collar of your shirt touches your neck as he pulls your shirt down from behind. You let out a soft groan as you feel his hips shift. His dick moving inside you. The vibration of your groan has his muscles tightening, “Fuck, pl— hah—Please.. It’s too much.” A whine escapes when he feels you tighten at his please.

You unlatch yourself from his tits. Your hands replace the empty spot for you. It was too hard to resist, especially if they’re all shiny and pretty from your spit. You look at him. His face hinted with tears. Poor baby was too overwhelmed. You lean over to lick them away before pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead.

“C’mon, just a little more for me, baby.” You coo. Your thumbs runs soft delicate circles that leaves Katsuki whimpering. “You can do it, hm? It’ll feel good I promise. I’ll even go a little gentler. How ‘bout it.”

Katsuki sniffles and nods. You smile press a kiss to his lips before descending back down to give the other side the same treatment. This time a little more gentler. You look up at him, gouging his reaction. His eyes are shut, and his eyebrows are strewn together as he cries out to you in delight.

You grind your hips, moaning around his plush pecs as his fat cock grinds within you. He throws his head back in response. His hands slam against the couch cushion, grasping at the fabric to stable himself as he sobbed out your name.

“S’good, want more.. Please n—ngh—need more, baby.. Please.”

You suck a little harder. Your tongue lapping and circling around his nipple as your other hand pinched and teased the his other pec. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued to grind your hips into him. Katsuki cries and writhes underneath you as you milk and fuck him prettily.

Bout of ‘yes’s and ‘fuck’s spouted out of his mouth in chants. His hips threatening to jump to press himself even deeper into your. Katsuki lets out a scream when a hot and pleasurable pain surges through him when you bite down on his pecs. You feel his cock pulses before feeling his hot cum shoot up into you. He’s boneless under you, whining and whimpering about how good it felt.

You let out a chuckle,“Good boy. You did such a good job.”

[rozcdust]

I know how this story goes

pt. 13 (last chapter)

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x f!reader x Sanzu Haruchiyo

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Violence, profanity, irresponsible behaviour, reckless driving, reader is a cocky bitch, rin and sanzu are simps, ooc

Synopsis: Bonten needs a driver for a job. You just so happen to be Rindou’s fuck buddy with a talent for speeding and knowing the map of Tokyo’s back streets like the back of your palm. Rindou hates you.

pt. 1 | previous

When Ran found you in their kitchen the next morning, his stomach churned, his usual excitement replaced by dread.

Maybe Kakucho was right.

“Morning, Ran. Here’s your coffee.” You smiled, sliding it towards him.

“T-Thanks.” He mumbled, picking it up to take a sip.

You enjoyed what you presumed was a comfortable silence, while Ran was sweating bullets, trying to figure out how to ask you about your relationship status.

“You okay?.” You tilted your head, addressing him.

“I have something to ask you.”

“Oh? Shoot.”

“Are you cheating on Sanzu with Rin?”

Choking on your coffee, you coughed for a few seconds, looking at him, furious.

He regretted every choice he has made in his life up to this point.

“What do you mean?” Your voice was strained, lips pulled into a tight line.

“Well… Uh… Kakucho saw you with Rin yesterday? On a date?

“And?”

“And Sanzu said you’re with him?”

“I am, so what?”

“You are cheating on him then!” His tone was accusatory, while nothing but confusion spread across your face.

“Didn’t Rindou tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

Silence fell over for a few seconds before you stood up, shaking your head, mumbling about ‘A fucking idiot’, disappearing down the hall to Rindou’s room.

Ran was confused when he heard a yelp and a thud, eyes widening as you literally dragged both Rin and Sanzu by the leg to the living room.

“What the fuck…“ Ran uttered, staring at the two on the floor.

“Was that necessary?” Rindou glared at you, half asleep and annoyed.

“Morning, Ran.” Sanzu didn’t even seem like he bothered with trying to stay awake, curling up into a ball on the floor, drifting back to sleep.

“You didn’t tell your brother about us?” Arms crossed, you glared at Rin.

“Oh shit, I kinda forgot.” Rindou groaned, scratching his head.

“Forgot?” You raised an eyebrow.

Rolling his eyes, Rindou sat up, looking Ran in the eyes.

“Y/n’s my girlfriend,” He nodded towards you, “And that is my girlfriend’s boyfriend.” He pointed towards Sanzu, now drooling on the floor.

“What.”

“Do you plan to do the rest of the meeting like this?” Mikey sounded fully done, glared at Sanzu, who was sitting on you, who was sitting on Rindou.

“Yes.” The two men said in unison, looking way too smug for your liking.

“I literally do not have a choice in this matter.”

Sighing, he tried to pretend he didn’t see the three of you and continued with the meeting.

Kokonoi, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled that you had no chance to sprawl across him now, too busy being sandwiched between your two idiots.

That, and the pile of money quickly growing in front of him.

“How the fuck do we all owe you?” Takeomi asked, annoyed as he searched for his wallet.

“Ran and you bet that she’ll end up with Rindou, and Kakucho and Mochi that she’ll end up with Sanzu. I just said the opposite. Double win.”

“Doesn’t that mean you should pay all of us too?”

“Probably, but I won’t.”

“That’s cheating.”

“We are literal criminals Takeomi, grow up.”

So, along with dating two incredibly beautiful, powerful men, you also knew you’d be signing up to date two manchildren, no problems with that, that’s cool, you could handle needy brats.

What you could not handle, however, is the way they loved to ensure you never had a sliver of peace.

Kiss Rin? Sanzu’s throwing a tantrum. Kiss Sanzu? Rin is sulking in the corner, seemingly going through his emo stage in all of 30 seconds you didn’t give him attention.

Sanzu wants to go for a joy drive? Rindou has to go too, even if he’s praying to whatever God is out there to let him live the entire time. Rindou needs help curling his hair? Sanzu needs help too, even though the only styling his pin-straight hair requires is to be brushed.

In conclusion, you can’t win.

They also seemed to find it absolutely necessary to drop by your work, sitting down for a drink, or bringing you snacks, or even just because they felt like it and they dipped from work before Mikey could notice and kill them.

It would have been endearing if your coworker wasn’t terrified.

“Y/n? The- those men are here, they’re asking for you.”

“Cool, tell them I’ll come in a bit.”

“Y/n, they’re scary! The purple one is glaring at me like he wants to stab me!”

“That’s just his face, isn’t it adorable?”

“No! No, it is not!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“What the fuck is going on here? I was gone for literally two seconds.” Kokonoi frowned, holding a tequila bottle, staring at the scene unfolding in front of him.

He left to get another liquor bottle from the club bar, and came back to Sanzu and Rindou talking to a girl, animatedly explaining something, Kakucho trying to calm them down, while Ran was laughing his ass off, recording.

“And ya know, she’s so hooot right? And nice! And she gives us sooooo much love, right Rin?” Sanzu was talking 100 miles an hour.

“And she helps us style my hair! And she-“ They would not shut up, no matter how hard Kakucho tried.

Giving up, he sat down next to Kokonoi, who sent him a questioning look.

“That poor girl made a mistake of asking them if they’re single.” Kakucho sighed, downing his drink.

“And?”

“And they’ve been going on about how much they love their girlfriend. For 10 minutes,” Ran put his phone down, still wheezing, “They started by fighting about who’s girlfriend is better.”

“…did they forget they’re dating the same crazy bitch?”

“Ran reminded them, and now they’re just holding that poor girl hostage.” Kakucho poured himself another shot.

“Tracks. Why are they lying that she’s nice though?”

“And she doesn’t mind when we come home covered in blood!” Sanzu exclaimed, loudly, making everyone’s eyes widen in panic.

Quickly getting up, Kakucho grabbed him, holding his neck firmly as he smiled his best fake smile at the girl who now seemed afraid for her life.

“They’re actors, sometimes they have to film gory scenes.” He smiled, apologizing once again before grabbing both Sanzu and Rin by the ear, forcing them to sit down.

The girl quickly bowed, smiled and dipped out of there.

Ran, still wheezing, pulled his phone out, finding your contact number.

“Y/n, come pick up your man.”

“Cool, which one?”

“Both of them.”

Exhausted, you sat on the bathroom floor, holding Rindou’s hair as he threw up, while Sanzu held onto your leg for dear life, crying and hiccuping about how much he loved you, soaking your pant leg.

Making a mental note to kick Ran for dumping them on you in this state, you allowed Sanzu to sob into your leg while trying to argue with Rindou that drinking water will help.

You should have known they won’t give you peace, even while cuddling on your bed, Sanzu’s head on your thigh, Rindou’s on your chest.

“Y/n?” Sanzu called out, opening his eyes to peek at you. You almost wanted to coo at him, he was adorable.

“Hm? Yes, baby?”

“Would you still love us if we were worms?”

Pause.

Rindou awakened from his nap, also looking at you expectantly.

Fuck, they’re so cute like this, and you’re weak.

“No.”

Gasping, Sanzu sat up, arms crossed on his chest.

“That is just mean!”

“That is logical babe.”

“No, no, he’s right, it’s rude as fuck.” Rindou mumbled, going back to his nap.

“How is it-“

“I’m upset now.” Pouting, Sanzu glared at you.

“Oh shut up and come here.” Rolling your eyes, you pulled him back down, forcing him to lay his head on your shoulder.

“Only because you’re cute.” Sanzu nuzzled you neck.

“You’re an idiot.”

“And? You signed up for this.”

Sighing, you shook your head.

“I did, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” He grinned, leaning up to softly kiss your lips.

“I love you.” You smiled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Rindou whined.

“I love you too Rin.”

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a/n: thank you for sticking around to the end💕💕

[sickandtiredfics]

Hello, not sure if you’re willing to write about it or not, but maybe wing kink smut between c!foolish and DreamXD? Like, foolish has small but super sensitive wings and they’re erogenous zones when petted? I know this is a rare kink so no worries if not!

Wing; c!Foolish & DreamXD

— c!Foolish x DreamXD

Warnings: Wing kink, dom!DreamXD, sub!Foolish, erogenous zones, idk what else to tag?? This is such an obscure request lmao

NSFW under the cut

Foolish was working on a build when he felt it; a shiver running up his spine and his small wings flaring out ever so slightly. He knew what this feeling was, it was one that came about every time DreamXD visited. 

“Need something?” Foolish asked not looking up from what he was doing, not really surprised at the visit, but still confused.

“Mmm, no, not particularly,” the deep voice echoed and rattled in Foolish’s brain, but he was so used to it by now that it didn’t affect him. The first time Foolish ever spoke to the god for more than 5 minutes, he came away with a raging headache that didn’t go away until he drank a regen potion.

“Another build?”

“No, you’ve done more than enough of those.”

Foolish, annoyed, whipped around to face the god, “Ok then what do you want, cause as you can see im kinda busy!”

Foolish would’ve never taken that tone with XD when he first met him or else he would’ve been killed on the spot. He’d say they were at the very least friends now, so XD just smiled at the tone in amusement and drifted closer to Foolish.

“I can’t just be here to visit?” XD inquired, head tilting almost like a dog.

“I-I mean you can, but you usually don’t!” 

XD chuckled, “just go back to what you were doing.”

Foolish huffed and turned back around. He could still feel the gods gaze on him, but he was eventually able to forget about it as he continued to work.

That was until there was a soft touch against the base of his wings, and a shot of pleasure suddenly ran through his body.

Foolish let out a surprised moan, “What the fuck are you doing?!” He exclaimed, the light touch still there.

“For such small wings they’re pretty sensitive,” XD stated.

“Yeah no shit!”

XD hummed and pet Foolish’s wing again, causing the man to let out a groan and have to balance himself against a wall.

“S-stop,” Foolish stammered when XD gave another small stroke.

XD smirked and leaned in to whisper into Foolish’s ear, “you don’t really want me to stop though, do you? You like this. I can hear your thoughts begging for me to continue.”

Foolish didn’t say anything as he was panting with his forehead resting against the wall in front of him. XD let his pointer finger trace small circles around the small gold feathers.

Foolish at this point was shaking so hard he could barely stand. His cock was straining in his pants as pleasure was racing up and down his spine, the center of it coming from his wings that XD continued to stroke. 

“Stop holding back, Foolish. Let go,” XD growled out, his breath hot against his ear. Foolish whimpered and grit his teeth as he felt himself get close to the edge. He knew his wings were sensitive, but he didn’t realize how easy it would be to push him to the edge with just a few strokes at the base.

“I can feel you getting close, I know you can get there.” 

It was like lightning  the way pleasure was shooting through Foolish’s body with every stroke. The knot low in his stomach became tighter and tighter, but Foolish held off. It would be embarrassing to finish so fast.

“I don’t care how fast you’re finishing, Foolish,” XD said, one of his hands on his shoulder blade and the other buried in gold feathers.

“Cum.”

The knot snapped as Foolish came, the pleasure ebbing through his entire body from head to toe. He could feel his underwear become wet with his cum, but he didn’t really care as he collapsed, breathing heavily.

He heard XD chuckle, “That was fun.”

“Fuck you” Foolish panted

“Maybe one day.”

Sorry for how short this one is!! It was like 2 in the morning when I was writing this. This was a very interesting request and it fun to write to be honest.

Thank you @aike-dbunny for beta reading! You’re great <3