#hes definitely a hell pooch

[preeningpisces]

Toji NSFW Headcanons

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate/write something about any of these 🖤

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

✦ Controversial, but I don’t see Toji as a hard daddy dom sadist. Toji sleeps on women’s couches through seduction, which to me suggests that Toji knows how to make a woman comfortable enough to let him not only fuck her, but BUM on her couch. When he’s in secure-a-couch mode he’s very charming in a nonchalant cool guy kind of way; the type that makes you secretly want to impress them

✦ He’s observant, and usually has a good guess as to what someone likes off first impressions alone—most of the time, he’s spot on too. He can absolutely be the hard dom, but he can also be a smooth talking, slow paced partner as well

✦ That stuff doesn’t really make a difference to him, tbh. Believes “even bad sex is good sex” & doesn’t have strong preferences. At the end of the day, as long as he gets to cum & get his ego stroked bc he blew his partner away, he’s satisfied

✦ He has no qualm with you taking the lead - this mfer the type to lean back against the headboard with his arms folded behind his head, and a cocky smile like he’s ready for a show

✦ He’s prideful tho, so I don’t think he’d be ok with being extremely submissive - he’ll relent to a certain degree, but you’re not going to get much begging beyond a simple ‘please’ or two

✦ If he’s tryin to couchsurf you bet your ass he’s all about your pleasure LOL - in normal circumstances, he definitely prefers the focus to be equal

✦ TBH when he’s genuinely feeling a romantic connection he doesn’t immediately have sex. Since sex has been a tool he uses, he has no desire to rush things with you. The waiting makes it more special for him—he’d die before admitting that though. Go to therapy bitch

✦ Very very skilled, that much is obvious, and he loves to show it off. The king of “you’ve never come from head?” and then making you see stars, and come so hard it almost hurts

✦ Loves coming on your face—stick your tongue out, and give him a pretty smile. He might just get hard again

✦ One of those dudes that’s obsessed with the physics of things. Like smacking your ass just to see it jiggle, or grabbing it and jiggling it with his hands. He’ll squeeze your lower belly pooch and use it as leverage, rolling his eyes when you bat his hand away or get embarrassed

✦ NGL I see him loving older women. My heart just tells me. They usually have nicer couches for him to sleep on, maybe even a guest room (which makes him bust right off the bat), and are typically more of a challenge. He needs a sugar momma. Thinks it’s especially hot when an older woman calls him daddy

✦ He’s a fucking asshole, and has an infidelity kink; loves being the married woman’s side piece, and loves being present when the husband finds out even more

✦ He’s secretly messy as hell, I just know he loves gossip & pretends he doesn’t. Loves trashy reality tv but acts like it’s stupid. I see you Toji Fushiguro

✦ Changes positions often, honestly he just likes to flex how strong he is. It don’t matter how big you are, you are getting full Nelson’d, fucked against the wall, thrown over his shoulder, etc. Especially likes doing this with heavier ppl because they don’t think he can, so he’s gotta prove them wrong

[ronearoundblindly]

17 with Jake

or

25 with ransom

-👜

Jake Jensen x ops!reader: a kiss to distract. (Ransom will be posted separately.)

No warnings except Jake is a dumbass... Cute divider by @cafekitsune and I hope you enjoy! This is one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024. (Ransom will be in a separate post, btw.) WC 738

"Under no circumstances are you to zipline that damn thing, Jensen. You hear me?” Clay bellows over your comms. The whole squad can hear their friend’s stupid thoughts from hundreds of yards away.

Jake simply bounces his shoulders next to you on the skyscraper roof, an awkward grimace stretched across his face instead of a smile.

The cool, intense winds this high up swirl around while you watch your targets become smaller and smaller, taking the only hardware down the wire with them.

You and Jake burst through the access door, raced over to grasp at the jumpers, and missed by mere inches.

So your partner thinks on his feet. It’s very dangerous.

"Yeah, well, I don't see you guys having a better idea."

Your disbelief is palpable, as you loudly mutter, "permission to shoot him, boss?"

Then there's an explosion of noise in your ear.

"GODDAMNIT, JUST DON’T—“ "You idiot!" "Ten bucks says he goes splat.”

"No one bets on Pancake Jensen, okay?" You flash the bird toward the other rooftop where Cougar watches through binoculars.

Pooch scoffs. "Noob's no fun."

Jake is already ripping his belt from his jeans to use as a trolley.

Roque sighs. It’s so characteristic, he doesn’t even have to speak.

“Maybe no bets," Cougar chuckles, "but he's already playing strip poker."

"Jake, stop." You have to grip his hands to get his attention.

He's squinting at you in disbelief. "But they're getting away..."

"Yeah, and once they reach the bottom, that line'll get cut while you're still on it." He shifts so you have to step in front of him again and push at his t-shirt clad chest. "You cannot stick that landing."

"No hero landing?" Jake frowns.

You shake your head.

The group starts to throw out other options over the channel, and while you pay attention to that, your gaze wanders back to Cougar’s perch.

Jake sneaks past your grasp.

It’s only when the lookout starts shouting “woah, woah, woah,” that you realize Jensen’s about to toss the doubled-up leather of his belt over the wire, and you just…run.

You use your whole bodyweight to spin him. You push off the balls of your feet to reach level. Remarkably, you make it, your lips landing dead-center on his mouth parted in shock.

You did not, however, have time to calculate the ledge right behind Jake’s thighs.

He panics when he hits concrete and lurches forward, arms wrapping around you with an instinct to not die. Where was that consideration thirty seconds ago?

He holds on while stumbling, though, and by a few seconds in, you know he absolutely could have pulled away, if he wanted to, by now.

“Uh…”

Jake slides his big hands up to cup your face, lean further in, moving his head to the other side and licking the seam of your lips.

You weren’t expecting that.

Jensen always gripes about his awkwardness and lack of experience, but this is not amateur tongue action and definitely not detached. You can sense some real emotion in the dig of his fingers behind your ears, muffling your comms for who knows how long until one shift has your forehead smearing across his glasses.

“Sorry,” you blurt, breaking the kiss.

He lets go of your face just in time for you to see the thick wire snapping back toward the rooftop.

You grab Jake’s t-shirt in both fists and fling the pair of you to the ground.

“If you doofuses are alive,” Clay grumbles. “you better be halfway to the lobby.”

There’s a long, anguished sigh before Cougar adds, “and I just lost fifty bucks.”

Pooch whoops joyously.

“Hell yeah, I won the pot, didn’t I? Get it, Jensen. You’re my boy. I knew you could do it.”

Jake waits for the snaking wire to stop moving and nervously licks his bottom lip. “Right. No hero landing.” He squints at you again before popping up from the gravel, cleaning his lenses and inching toward the stairwell with wildly incoherent, stunted hand gestures. “We should…if you’re good…render-vous.”

On your elbows, you realize a talk with Jensen about this is not going to be pleasant. He’ll probably make you do all the talking and deny there was anything there between you. Maybe he is too awkward for his own good?

You reach past your feet toward the ledge, waving your find in the air.

“Don’t forget your belt.”

Bucky Barnes and a kiss, casually ⬅️ ➡️ Johnny Storm and a kiss in relief

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @ashesofblackroses @spectre-posts @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @brandycranby @buckysprettybaby @peyton--warren

[eldritch-spouse]

Pinnie, we know that Vorticia cannot be trusted with small animals, but what about the other Icons? Would the ones our pets not be safe with let us find someone to take care of our pets?

I'm guessing Kalymir is probably in the "not safe for pets" category while Zizz and Rinx are "safe." Vesper could be safe too. Idk if my cats would be up to Cero's standards, and Livius might get upset if they don't like him as much as they like me...

TW: Passing mentions of animal cruelty.

Generally speaking, surface animals do not like demons. It's a lot more likely that your animals will simply not want contact with the demonlords, or become scared shitless of them, as any living creature with two brain cells ought to be. Warming up to them will likely take a lot of time and patience, which most of them aren't willing to put in.

Kalymir isn't safe. Not because he desires to hurt animals- He doesn't really. He's got pets of his own back in the fortress. But purely because animals in the surface are so weak. A playful tussle like he has with his fire lizards back home would kill whatever pooch you have. He can't even pat the thing without it whimpering at him. It's frustrating.

Livius isn't safe only because of his crushing jealousy. He's not above killing your pets because you give them more time and affection than you do him. And he's entirely sociopathic about it too. Unapologetic. Sure, he can feign regret, but he certainly doesn't feel it.

Vorticia is definitely not safe, as you know.

Zizz is a little safer, in the sense that he does like animals well enough, but he's not good at taking care of their needs. He will also just possibly fall asleep and potentially crush them accidentally. The pet is not allowed in the bedroom, where all his plushies and pillows are. If one of them got ruined, he would want the animal out immediately.

Rinx is another one that's not good at taking care of animals in general, not just on the basic needs part, he's also always bumbling around too much to actually bond with them. It would end up being the imps' pet. He does like small rare breeds however.

Vesper isn't too keen on the idea of having animals around his dwellings, where people are constantly having sex. Lust is the ring where you will see the least amount of animals in the entirety of Hell. He has no pets and honestly doesn't feel a desire to bond with yours. He's "safe" in the sense that he ignores it mostly.

Cero is also one of the safer ones. He'll quickly tell you he thinks you have bland tastes in domesticated companions, but he can eventually warm up to them, after they're well-groomed and treated to real food. He'd do well with a lap cat.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Kabal x Reader: Usual Visit Part 2

I had fun with the first one so here you go :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Just make sure you take all of these in order before you sleep. Goodnight, sweetie." Your father had just finished organizing your medication for the night and giving you a soft goodnight kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone for the remainder of the night. You said your goodnights to him back before looking at the meds that was always essential at this time of night.

Taking a risk, you won't be taking them this time. Being heavily dosed could ruin your secret plan for tonight. Putting a light jacket over your nightgown, you sat in bed and waited at least ten minutes to be safe.

Praying the coast is clear and that everyone was asleep, you opened your window, peeking down at the dirt in hopes there'd be some sort of track left behind from earlier. Thankfully there was! Footprints from a certain man that lead somewhere from beyond. Tonight, you would go out the house for once and perhaps find your hero's secret lair. Better yet, maybe see him perform like he how he says he does in his stories.

You could help him even! Being Kabal's sidekick... Sounds fun! It meant getting to spend time with him even more, though you know you aren't supposed to be outside, especially at night.

---Time skip brought to you by Author herself sobbing and hyperventilating bc Fujin/Nightwolf still aren't playable in MK1---

You haven't a clue how long you've been walking, following the many footsteps of Kabal. You should've known it would take awhile. He's fast at an inhumane speed, of course his lair or whatever would be far as heck. But you pulled through for your friend, making it to some sketchy place that didn't look so kind.

Keeping a low profile, you can see big people with big guns... You didn't like this place at all. Maybe Kabal was here to take all of them down? No. He could've definitely did it already!

Sneaking in the suspicious place, you lurked around undetected until you could hear the familiar voice that made you feel safe. Along with some other one with a funny accent. Regardless, you found Kabal! Standing a few feet away behind him as he spoke to another man.

"Got my stack?"

"I do, Kabal. Why don't ya just slow down for a sec- who is that?" A shirtless man with a red eye and a funny mustache peered behind Kabal as he sees some small female in a nightgown just loitering near.

Kabal grows confused, turning to see who Kano spots and immediately, his hidden face hid all the fear that filled him within one second. He rushes to you, pulling you in, not in a hug, but more so like he was shielding you from the world.

"Shit-" He muttered under his breath. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?! Someone could have spotted you!"

You were just too naive to even hear the genuine shock and concern within Kabal's muffled voice, let alone knowing what could've happened if someone had caught you intruding. "I tracked your footsteps here! I have an idea! I could help you beat up bad guys! You know, be your sidekick!" Your eyes beamed up at him with pride. Yet, he was grimacing underneath the mask.

Focusing back to the other guy that watched you two with no interest, you were quick to jump to assumptions. Even correct ones...

"Is that a bad guy?!" You point at the red eyed man.

"Ohhh, yes, Sheila. I was actually just about to head off and eat one- mm, two puppies alive." Kano rolled his eyes. You took it serious though.

"Not if I knock you out first! Come here, ugly!" You were about to march to him before Kabal grabs you arm, not too hard, and pulls you back a bit.

"Y/n, Y/n, that's my boss."

You quickly stopped, feeling embarrassed. "Oh... So he's not bad?"

Kabal didn't answer the question, being hesitant to lie this one time. Fortunately for him, Kano spoke up, warning him.

"Look, I don't care who you mingle with outside of yer' job, just keep yer' pooch away from me markets." The Aussie said before going away. He seemed too sketchy to be the boss of a hero like Kabal.

"Who is he?" You looked at your masked friend with curious eyes. Kabal sighs, taking your hand gently.

"Don't mind him. You really shouldn't be here, princess."

Asking "why?" wasn't in your head, but you believed him. Though, everything was a little skeptical to you. This whole place gave off aura of bad people. Villains. It doesn't make too much sense why Kabal is in this place.

Oh well. He's taking you back home safely. Carrying you out the market and through the track you followed to even get here.

"Why aren't you going fast?" You pout as his careful speed.

"Trust me, if I went my typical speed with you on my back, you wouldn't take it too well." He chuckles, but doesn't explain it in detail.

Getting you to your house safely in the back, he opens your window for you and carefully lifts you to help you climb through it.

"Now, Y/n, I don't want you to sneak out to see me again." He sighs. "I know we don't spend that much time with each other, but I don't want you to get hurt."

"Okay." You don't argue with him, looking down.

A hand pats your hair. "I'll visit soon again. Just please stay here for me. It won't be too long, I promise."

Looking at him, you smile softly. "Okay." You repeat with a little more cheer. "Goodnight, Kabal." You lower your head down to give him your usual affectionate kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, doll. See you soon." The speedy man responds again.

After you shut your window and blinds you could hear rushed winds go by, Kabal sprinting off in the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[gilverrwrites]

Imagine Romam calling all his daughters for a family dinner to maybe convince ex wife to stay cause they are such a great family and being little shits all four of them are daughters bring their boyfriends and ex wife brings her ,,there is definitely nothing between us for sure” friend Bruce. And know Roman is basically having a family dinner with wayne’s

Maybe also he has a younger daughter around damians age and Bruce brings him and now they are friends. You might as well kill Roman he is already living in hell

Roman, calling Jim Gordon: I’d like to confess.

Jim: To what?

Roman: Anything. Everything. I just can't live like this anymore, lock me up before I kill myself everyone in this room.

I kind of think it would be funnier is Damian befriends like, his biggest, meanest, scariest dog? Just turns that thing into a pampered pooch straight away. His wife, his kids, and now his dog? Mans best friend my ass!

Fr tho thinking about him swallowing all those pent up emotions. All his anger. At what point does his pacemaker just stop working?

Roman, on the backseat of his minivan he didn't even want, surrounded by his children and their boyfriends as Bruce fucking Wayne drives them all to the hospital because his heart is failing from the stress: If I die, there's one thing I need you all to promise me.

Forgotten child: Of course dad!

Favourite: Anything.

Rebel: … go on?

Roman: Get better taste in men!!!

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #12: act 6 p3

this is so funny to me im giggling in call and my friends are asking but im not brave enough to say it

john is fighting jack?? OKAYYYY WIN THIS SHIT THEN

HI ROSE OMG HI ROSE . it sucks how they cant like communicate with each other at all during the three years. like you guys dont have multi dimensional service? get the iphone plan

RAHHHHH

bro shut up LOLLLLLL

what the fuck is this . WHY ARE THEY BEING SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER GUYS PLEASE YOU HAVE TO GET ALONG

TRUE we love a dumb motherfucker

due to speculation???

johntav

john looks so goofy here. also drunk rose was silly but also a bit sad

holy shit this is a lotta trolls

stop pretending. we all know you want attention stop trying to deny it. AND ANOTHER THING. the stuff that is going on with caliborn? WRDGAF. the meenah intermissions were fun though. some funny dialogue in there. i liked them :) . unfortunately it just made me wanna get back to what the beta kids and trolls are doing... even though i see them every so often i feel like i miss them. like i used to see them all the time! and now... i see them once a year....

yeah you really screwed the pooch on that one lil bro

okay this dialogue is actually painful to read BUT it is interesting how a common theme of the alpha kid session is just. Waiting . they have to wait for the beta kids to come to actually make their session winnable and it keeps telling us that . so theyre just sitting around stewing in their juices. also cool that theyre called nobles instead of heroes and their planets each have a noble gas in the title

this doesnt really make sense over text BUT i see what is happening and. yes jake is the worst. jake you suck we all hate you sorry girl maybe stop being flop city

yeah okay jane is actually based right now. i cant remember why i stopped liking her. in this conversation jake is ragging on dirk for being too self indulgent and having zero self awareness while talking to jane about his issues. jane is literally trying to plan her own birthday party . jake you are being so fucking stupid and rude and honestly a pos rn bro. get OVER yourself

cool panel.... a bit scary though! man i love roxy. calliope is good too

holy shit i did not know that your dreamself has to be alive for you to ascend to god tier on your quest bed. that is interesting.

YOOOO HI ROSE. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE GONE. and by gone i mean not the center of the story i guess? but either way

bro is like are you serious right now. is this really happening. also hey equius . long time no see. i guess

OH HELL YEAH BEST CHARACTER JUST INTRODUCED BTW

ahahahahaha oh man this guy is a riot. also look at dirk this is huge for the dirk profile picture community which could be me soon

"it seems i demand milk" NEED TO START SAYING THIS ABOUT THINGS

oh man i really hate this part. i hope it isnt too long i dont remember if its really drawn out or short

he is about to die

he deserved this

gahhhhhhhhh its too much PLEASE let this end soon

this shit is IMPOSSIBLE TO READ

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO fefeta :( best character you will be missed on this grand adventure. but alas we will have to carry on without you. how will we cope? how will we survive?

i think you are giving him too much credit there . at this point he definitely IS an asshole

okay well trickster mode is over and things are about to get even worse but i do appreciate the kids talking out their problems albeit in a very non direct way to where they arent actually really solving anything BUT they are at least talking now!! so thats good!! next part things take a turn for the worse somehow see you then

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Daniel Lone Eagle/Forge:

Following an assessment run in the Danger Room, Clinton Barton provides advice and support - and blocks the fridge.

Forge was, in a word, tired. And his brain was buzzing with new ideas after he'd experienced the Danger Room doing its level best to virtually kill him. Whoever the big blond with the claws was, Forge wanted no part in encountering him again. He took some minor comfort that not even the room with all its processing power could make the machines that were standing in for the bad guys and the civvies feel real.

He was definitely going to need the cane for the rest of the day - he'd pushed hard on the run and his hip was screaming. Hand wasn't too bad but when he had to go hard physically, it was always the leg that complained the loudest.

Still, it felt good to get out in the field again. And Clint - or Hawkeye, to use his callsign - was very good at what he did. Man definitely had some assassin training somewhere along the line - Forge could tell by the way he moved, his target assignments, how he took people down with that still-vaguely-ridiculous bow of his.

Dry-swallowing some painkillers, he finished getting dressed to head out of the locker room to probably be told all the ways he'd screwed the pooch.

Clint, having gone high to observe and assist when necessary, hadn't worked as hard as Forge. He'd still need a shower later, but he felt fine to grab some food and discuss the DR session with Forge. They'd already bid Scott farewell, but the older man had had an evil sort of gleam in his eye, if Clint did say so himself, so he envisioned his own future DR sessions were going to completely wipe the floor with him.

Waiting with his shoulders propped against the wall outside the locker room, Clint ran a quarter through the knuckles of both hands at the same time, barely focused on them as the coins wove back and forth, back and forth. Upon Forge's appearance, Clint pushed himself off the wall and pocketed his quarters. "Food?" He asked simply, eyebrows raised.

Forge nodded as he yawned. "Hell yes." he said, leaning heavily on his cane. "You know the places around here, I'm at your mercy. Again."

[olivereactsaboutgarbage]

Nana Episode 41 - Blast Lodging Together

Soon... on December 8th, if all goes according to plan... I’ll start watching Monster instead. For now, I shall watch Nana. Thus is my calling.

IS THE BLONDE TRAPNEST MEMBER’S WHOLE CHARACTER GIMMICK SAYING WOMEN SUCK??? IS THAT WHAT KEEPS HIM RELEVANT DESPITE HIS IRRELEVANCE??? First he called Pooch Nana some kind of a freak and now he’s calling Pinkish Nana some kind of a freak

Hehe, Reira feels all ASHAMED of being a child prostitute’s client. As she should

Since when is putting lots of salt in her food a Pinkish Nana character trait, did I miss when that was a thing in any of the previous 40 episodes

i’ll kill you

Oh, I guess I should say what’s been happening for the past nine minutes: Stuff.

What happens next is that Blast is gonna have impromptu street performances.

...Why is Reira wearing a wedding dress...? I just don’t know...

What the hell? Glasses as a fashion statement? Lame...

Speaking of lame, something that’s un-lame from the previous episode which I was... unable... to mention, is when Pooch Nana painted over some anti-Pinkish Nana graffiti. That was cool. I like graffiti scenes in media.

Wait, I guess Yasu is an ex-lawyer, not a lawyer. Last post I called him a lawyer as the punchline to some kind of a joke I forget, but it seems that was Definitely Wrong. I guess that’s not surprising logistically.

eurgh why is child prostitute-kun so head-over-heels for his adult client i don’t want to be watching this

I’ve grown weary of Pooch Nana’s wagging tail. It no longer amuses me. Anyway, Takumi does a complicated giftbox ruse while reverse-pickpocketing Pooch Nana an engagement ring. Neato? Pooch Nana thinks Takumi has a foot fetish, but it’s fine, he actually has a baby fetish. Wait, that sounds worse when I put it that way. Takumi’s not a pedophile!!! REIRA’S the pedophile!!! Wait, I’m continuing to make things not sound good,

Ah, back when Yasu was acting like his desire for Pinkish Nana was a scam, THAT was actually a scam, and his desire was non-fraudulent. How lawyerish of him. And Pinkish Nana currently knows it. How protagonistish of her.

GWUH??? THE SHOW GOT RID OF THE GUITAR!!! I WAS GETTING ALL READY TO SAY “Guitar,” LIKE NORMAL BUT NOW I CAN’T! ;_;

[j6suke]

buccigang’s favourite part of your body-!! Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

bruno: your mouth, he adores your smile and kisses. when you smile his heart melts and his chest grows tight, no matter how many times he sees it. and god, your kiss. every time your lips touch him he swears it adds another 50 years to his life expectancy.

‘Never stop smiling, amore.’

‘Hm? What? No, kiss me again.’

abbachio: oh lord-hum this man to sleep every single night, he’s in love with your voice. all of those comforting words you’ve told him are his treasure. the way that whenever he says ‘i love you’ and you say it back without a second thought, it truly brings him inner harmony. your gentle nature is resembled in your tone and abbachio absolutely lavishes in it. if you send him voicemails throughout the day,he’ll replay them and go so so soff.

‘Say that again. No-not that- that you love me,’

‘You have no idea the effect you have on me, my dolce.’

giorno: your eyes are the most elegant and captivating thing in the world to giorno. he finds comfort in the midst of your glassy stares, and how they show nothing but passion toward him. let alone how observant giorno is, your eyes speak for themselves regardless. they’re just so damn gorgeous to him.

‘Let’s stay like this a little while longer. it’s not my fault you look at me like that, amore.’

‘I promise, cara, i’ll let no one ruin that glisten in your eye.’

mista: chest. yes, i know, boob go brrr. it’s much more than accidental cleavage mista gawks at- it’s your heart. nothing brings peace to this man like laying on your chest. he’s not open about it though, he plays it off as your ‘hot physique tm ;)’ he also adores your collarbone and shoulders. mista will trace his fingers around that area a lot, truly reminiscing on your love. you definitely have a lot of hickeys there. not to mention he totally thinks your bust is hot too so-

‘I don’t care that it’s 3 in the morning, let me lay on your chest- what do you mean why? because i want to?‘

‘Tesoro i love you but your boobs are in the way-‘

fugo: oh what fugo would give to be entangled in your cute grasp all day. when he wakes up during the night, he’ll look down to see your plumped face pressed against him snuggling into him as closely as you physically can, and it makes his heart skip a beat. fugo is constantly holding your hand, at the very least- and GOD- when you do the little bicep grab with your smaller hands, he sees fireworks!

‘Cara I don’t want you catching a cold, come close.’

‘Hm? You can’t reach the cookies? Cute.’

narancia: waist- but he insists on referring to it as belly or tummy. this boy gives no fucks what you look like. abs? hell yes. pooch? hell yes. chubby? hell yes. plus size? hell yes. somewhere inbetween? hell yes. bloat easily? hell yes. scars? hell yes. you get the point. hugging his love from behind is one of his favourite things to do, especially when she don’t expect it. when you get cramps, narancia will be right there to massage you for as long as you want, and give you all the butterfly kisses he has. bye the way, if you wear a midriff around him-be prepared to be devoured in affection and love. always a hand around the belly. always. And he’s not afraid to tickle you too. watch out.

‘Are you feeling any better? Yes? Too bad you’re still getting kisses.’

‘Your lil love handles are so cute! Come here!!1!1!’

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-this took so long for no fucking reason, i’m too adhd. like i started this at 8pm and it’s 4.30am rn?? girl?? therapy??

anyway i hate the way this turned out but like i need to go to fucking bed, ty for reading ily!-

[trashytummiez]

Hypnotic Eruption

This was an idea that came up after chatting with @fungusfangs about how Shinso's quirk might still work if someone responds to a burp he gives. So of course I had to write this X3

Warning: contains bloating burps fluffy feels indigestion tummyache tummy noises tummy rubs

Shinso groaned uncomfortably slumping back on his bed and put a hand on his stomach. His lean trim middle had a prominent curvature to it after such a big lunch making his striped t-shirt visibly tight around his tummy. He would have zipped his hoodie up to try and cover how bloated he was but he worried too much pressure on his stomach might make him feel sick. Shinso had no clue why he ate so much during lunch but Kaminari was hyping those burgers up so much and despite literally being only hypnotist he was sucked in. And once he got a taste he couldn't stop himself.

The end result left Shinso's stomach feeling so uncomfortably heavy. As if that wasn't bad enough it gave an incredibly noisy gurgle thick enough to make the purple haired teenager cringe. If only Denki's exuberance in gluttony wasn't so infectious.

Shinso sat back nursing his achingly full tummy with one hand while using the other to support himself against the mattress. Just then he heard a large burp from outside his bedroom. Kaminari groaned after and heartily slapped his belly. "Ahhh man I'm stuffed! Were those burgers great or what?" The blond groaned rubbing his tummy up and down contented. There was a light protrusion from his own stomach after such a big lunch but not as big as Shinso's bloat. He tilted his head at Shinso in confusion. "Yo you okay? You been huddled in here for a while now dude!"

"Unf...yeah just...feeling heavy is all..." Shinso muttered. He cringed when his stomach gave another noisy gurgle.

Kaminari sat down next to his boyfriend and looked down at his bloated tummy. He whistled with surprise. "Wow I didn't think ya ate so much!" he sounded almost impressed.

Shinso shuffled uncomfortably when Kaminari put a hand on his belly and started to feel him up. "...I overdid it a little. No big deal..."

"Still ya packed away a ton'uh burgers dude! That was awesome!" Kaminari boasted patting Shinso's tummy and making the boy hiccup.

Shinso looked away to hide his blush and mumbled out "We both ate a lot..."

Kaminari pounded his chest and burped loudly again. He smacked his chops and snickered. "Hell yeah we did! But you definitely ate way more than me man."

Shinso's stomach gave another thick burble that made him shift uncomfortably. "...S-sorry if my stomach's growling right in your ear like that. Hope it isn't too annoying..."

"Annoying? Ffffh, nah dude you're cool. But you okay? Your stomach sounds like it's in pain right now," Kaminari asked with a concerned frown.

"...I-I'm er...cool. Really."

Kaminari frowned skeptically then started to rub Shinso's belly. His hand lightly slid across the surface of that lightly pooched tummy rubbing circles into its gurgly form. "How's that feel?"

Shinso shuddered breathing a huff of pleasure and relief while Kaminari's hand gingerly caressed his aching bloat.

Kaminari looked up at his boyfriend and grinned. "I had a feelin' you'd enjoy this." He said and took it a step further. Kaminari slid Shinso's striped shirt up and exposed his pale bare belly pressing out from the weight of his meal lightly against his goth-style jeans. Shinso's flush intensified when Kaminari unbuttoned his pants and gave his tummy some extra room to breathe and exposed a little more of his lower tummy in the process. Shinso leaned back on both hands and looked away while Kaminari massaged that bloated gurgling stomach with extra care. His fingertips compressed into the taut but soft surface of Shinso's tummy. He lovingly ran his hands up and down the tense sides of Shinso's stomach and used his palm to knead into his hips lightly while he massaged away.

Shinso was in heaven but his tummy was still groaning intensely and making him cringe. He cleared his throat and looked aside as if he was trying not to look as flustered as he felt getting a tummy rub from his boyfriend like that.

Kaminari frowned when he saw his boyfriend still experiencing some tummy troubles so he rubbed a little more firmly and used his thumbs to compress down against the tight surface of Shinso's belly.

Shinso winced when the pushing and prodding worked up a deep gas bubble. He felt something rising in his throat and brought a fist against his mouth trying to hold back a burp creeping its way up his throat. His eyes squinted when one rumbled deeply in his mouth in the form of a thick closed mouth burp. Shinso covered his mouth after and blushed a little more heavily. "...Excuse me...s-sorry about that..."

Kaminari just snickered and gave Shinso's tummy another pat to elicit another hiccup. "Dude it sounds like there's more than a lil bit'uh pressure in your belly right now," Kaminari stated. Much to Shinso's embarrassment he leaned down and pressed his ear right up against Shinso's belly. He could hear the thick acidic churning bubbling away inside of Shinso's burger-filled belly. "Ohhh yeah. You got some burps in ya all right..."

"...Great..." Shinso mumbled.

"Ah it's no biggie. Just let'er rip and you'll feel great!" Kaminari encouraged him but Shinso squirmed uncomfortably. Kaminari frowned at his boyfriends embarrassment but then a lightbulb went off in his head. "Oooh! Hey I got an idea! Have you ever tried usin' your quirk by burping?"

Shinso stared blankly at Kaminari.

"...Beg your pardon...?"

"Seriously! Ya know like you're doin' whatever but then ya activate your quirk and burp real huge right? And then when someone says "good one!" ya ensnare 'em 'cuz they responded to ya!"

Shinso just gave Kaminari the most dry look he'd ever given someone. But after a second or two it started to occur to him. No he hadn't try that before. Mainly because it was idiotic and deeply childish but nonetheless he hadn't tried that before.

Still the thought of it made him even more embarrassed.

"...I...don't think that's a good idea. It's really childish and silly isn't it...?"

"Who cares? It's just me dude! I'm the king of stupid childishness remember?" Kaminari boasted proudly.

...There was no arguing with that logic.

Of course before Shinso could protest any further Kaminari started to press on Shinso's belly. The boy winced uncomfortably when Kaminari began to shift all the pressure building in his stomach around. "Now c'mon I know you got a good one in there. Lemme here it..." Kaminari insisted while kneading firmly into Shinso's full belly.

Shinso was about to try and swat Kaminari's hands off of his tummy. But eventually Kaminari pressed so hard that a large gas bubble wormed its way up Shinso's throat. Shinso winced and clamped a hand over his mouth but it wasn't enough. His hand got blown back just as Shinso let loose a loud throaty burp. It rumbled heavily from his mouth for a few seconds and caused some very mild drool to dribble down his chin.

Kaminari looked on in awe while Shinso looked on horror.

"...Hoooooly crap dude! That sounded like a freakin' bomb going off in your belly or some-"

"-Be quiet," Shinso nearly hissed instinctively after such an embarrassingly loud eructation.

And being quiet is exactly what Kaminari did. His eyes glazed over and he went limp like he were in a trance.

Shinso blinked and looked back at his boyfriend. Slowly it dawned on him once the embarrassment settled that his quirk actually worked. Kaminari was completely stuck in a trance staring on lifelessly. Shinso stared on in silence and groaned to himself.

Somehow the realization that he could now burp people into hypnotic suggestion did not make him feel any prouder of his quirk.

Still now that he was technically 'alone' given that Kaminari was a little more vacant than usual he may as well take advantage of that. Especially since his stomach was still gurgling noisily with gas.

So Shinso grabbed his churning tummy and pushed down on it. The action caused an impressive burp to ring out of Shinso's mouth and left him huffing. He looked back and saw Kaminari was still in his trance and smirked with relief. Smacking his chest a few times Shinso released another large burp. They were good but didn't give him the relief he needed. And they definitely weren't as big as the one Kaminari pushed out of him. So he turned to his brainwashed boyfriend.

"...Press on my belly," Shinso commanded. He leaned back on the mattress with both hands and let his exposed tummy stick out towards Kaminari.

The brainwashed blond placed his hands lifelessly on Shinso's stomach and kneaded down in just the right place. The resulting burp Shinso released could have put anyone from 1-A to shame. He groaned in relief and had Kaminari press down again making Shinso release another huge burp. That one left him feeling a little winded actually.

Shinso was burping for almost a solid minute just getting big ones rung out of his belly. Until Kaminari really squeezed down and worked out a really long one that lasted almost five seconds. That one left Shinso moaning and panting heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. It felt so unbelievably good to get that gas out of his tummy and even better to do so without hearing any embarrassing commentary out of his boyfriend. So he eventually snapped Kaminari out of his trance.

Kaminari blinked a few times and looked around. "Whoa! What happened?" Kaminari asked but then blinked again and looked down to see Shinso panting heavily to catch his breath while Kaminari's hands lay firmly planted against his bare belly. "Heeeey does that mean it worked???"

Shinso huffed and groaned then smirked and opened his mouth to reply. Unfortunately there was still one last gas bubble in his chest that Shinso hadn't fully worked out. So when he replied...?

"YYYYEEEEEEEUUUUUUP!!!!"

...He both accidentally and rather loudly burped the word 'yep' out.

Almost immediately he froze in place and went wide eyed and red cheeked.

Kaminari blinked a few times and then snickered in amusement. "Don't sweat it dude. The important thing is that ya feel better," he said with an assuring smile as he rubbed the curved out crest of Shinso's tummy in a comforting manner.

"...Thanks," Shinso mumbled, unaware that Kaminari was subtly gulping down some air into his own stomach.

At least until Kaminari loudly made him aware of that fact...

NNNNOOOOOOO...

ProOoOOOOB...

...LEEEMMMMMMMMRRRRPH!!!!!!

Kaminari loudly burp-talked the words 'no problem' back at Shinso letting the last syllable end in a thick closed mouth burp.

He huffed out the gas and grinned back at Shinso who stared at Kaminari with a dry look again.

But this time Shinso couldn't hold back a snicker of his own.

"...You're such an idiot," Shinso said with an amused chuckle.

Kaminari grinned proudly and said "And don'tcha ever forget it!"

"Never," Shinso said with a look that expressed his gratitude at Kaminari for making him feel more comfortable. Then he leaned in close and planted a kiss on Kaminari's cheek.

...Now it was Kaminari's turn to turn red as a cherry. Hey romantic partners are supposed to share everything right? Why not share being flustered as can be?

[aiiwa]

10. TATTOOED HEART.

chapter 10: “well, are you my mommy?”

warnings: written part, cursing, fluff, a little cursing in front of a child shsjsksksk, wc is 2.8k.

note from author. ahhh it’s been a while, i hope you all enjoy this!

for the remainder of the working week, you could barely contain your excitement and nervousness for the weekend. getting to spend some time with iwaizumi, but also meeting his daughter, had you giddy and yapping the ears off anyone nearby.

unfortunately, the victims were often your coworkers.

atsumu had made it clear that you were annoying that absolute fuck out of him; calling you a squealing pig and even attempting to wrestle you to shut up. bokuto was kinder, running away and hiding from you around corners until the coast was clear. hinata though, was tolerant enough, nodding along and grinning at every little thing you said. but sakusa…

actually, you hadn’t seen much of sakusa. and you had a feeling he was avoiding you — no, you knew he was. constantly busy with clients, seemingly working overtime when your knocks on his office door were left ignored.

but once saturday rolled in, all of that was temporarily pushed to the back of your mind.

it was finally the day you’d been waiting for, and you were currently parked outside what you assumed was the iwaizumi residence. because he was adamant on driving together to hitomi’s game, the address iwaizumi sent last night had led you to a cute townhouse. it was situated in a nice residential area, a short way from the city; so you sat tapping your fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, ‘you have reached your destination’ flashing across your gps.

this was nothing like your part of the city. a completely different life almost.

judgemental eyes were common here, and the unwelcomed feeling of dread began to settle into the pit of your stomach.

damn, they really were everywhere, you thought to yourself. walking their pooches, walking their children, hell you were certain they were walking each other at this point.

part of you was grateful for the dim weather, the darkening clouds overhead and chilly winds had allowed you to dress warmly. covering yourself up and shielding you from the scrutiny accustomed to having your art inked permanently on your skin. it was something you were accustomed to in family-oriented places, but not iwa, and definitely not hitomi. you could handle it for them, just for today.

the loud ping notifying you of an incoming text message pulled you from your inner dwellings. and once you saw who it was from, you were eagerly swiping your thumb across the screen.

dilfy: you gonna come inside anytime soon, pretty girl?

glancing up from your phone, you catch three figures waving crazily at you from the first-floor window of the townhouse. laughter bubbles in your chest as you receive another message.

dilfy: we don’t bite.

shaking your head, you send your reply; hastily grabbing your bag and dragging yourself out of your car.

you: aw, what a shame. i was hoping you would, handsome.

locking your car up and jogging across the street, the front door opens before you even reach it.

hajime’s bulky figure takes up almost the entire space of the door frame. he’s dressed warm too, in a hoodie that would most likely reach your knees and a pair sweatpants that had no business being so tight around the top of his thighs. in his watchful gaze swims the remnants of your teasing, a light flush to his cheeks.

it’s only as you near him, do you notice the smaller figure hiding behind his legs. peeping from behind him, withthe same pretty eyes filled with curiosity.

“ah, so you finally decided to come out of hiding?”

rolling your eyes, smirking, you come to a stop in front of him. “yeah, yeah, just say you wanted to see me and let me in.”

iwa surprises you by leaning forward, pulling you in for a hug, holding you much too long to be considered just friendly. encased in his strong embrace, the scent of his aftershave is dizzying, lingering even as he moves back at hitomi’s impatient tug on his pant leg.

“hi, pretty girl.”

“hey, yourself.” you mouth back, smiling as he crosses his arms and allows himself to be pushed aside by his daughter.

the little lady mimics iwa, making a show of crossing her arms in her attempt to size you up. she’s absolutely gorgeous with the same brunette locks, golden skin and bright, hazel eyes as her father — she even shares the same dimple that poked right at the curl of her smirk.

“hello.” you greet her softly, tilting your head to the side. “i’m-“

“-a girl.”

“oh yes, i am a girl. i’m also a friend of your father’s.”

she hums, nodding to herself as if it all made sense.

“daddy only has guy friends, and all of them are my uncles.” at that, iwa scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. it was cute, endearing truthfully. “does that mean you’re my aunty?”

“no…” you denied, unsure how to answer. honesty it was.

“well, are you my mommy?” she asks just as quick.

iwa chokes up, and you can only blink back at the five year old — completely speechless. while iwa short circuits, never having to deal with anything like this before, you’re starting to think maybe avoidance was the best path.

“uh, nope, i’m not.” you reply truthfully, glad the little girl isn’t disheartened.

“what does that make you to me?”

hajime finds his voice, enough to attempt to scold her. “iwaizumi hitomi!” though it falls on deaf ears, her full attention placed on you.

“a new friend?” you offer with a grin, extending your hand out to her.

she eyes your palm thoughtfully, before shooting quick fire questions at you.

“favourite colour?”

“black, of course.” at her blank look you quickly add on, “pink is a close second too.”

“chocolate or vanilla ice cream?”

“i like to mix them together.”

“do you like vegetables?”

“not really.” while she grins toothly at you, iwa looks less than impressed. “but they’re good for you, and that’s why you should eat them to get big, strong and stay healthy.”

the two iwaizumi’s laugh at your attempt to be serious, and you’re quick to join them.

“you sound just like my daddy.”

“is that a good or bad thing?” you tease.

when she hesitates, iwa is quick to poke her chubby cheek. “a good thing!”

you and hitomi share a giggle, and you can’t help but think to yourself about how much she reminds you of you. just like her, you only had your father growing up and hey, you turned out pretty damn well — and if iwa kept up being the best dad for hitomi, she was on a fast track to being even more amazing. it made you feel soft inside. gross, but you still felt giddy.

“one more thing, miss y/n.”

“hmm?”

“do you know how to braid hair?” pointing at the bird’s nest atop her head, you can’t help but feel sorry for the girl. men really had no understanding of hair.

“any style you want, bub.”

and with that she reaches out to grab on to your hand, giggling and tugging you forward. stumbling with your own laugh, you allow her to lead you inside; feeling iwa’s large palm press against your lower back as he steadies you.

“i got you, pretty girl.” he whispers as hitomi chatters away.

“miss y/n~”

you do your best to ignore warmth in your cheeks. “just y/n is good.”

“y/n~” hitomi repeats. “i’m so happy you know how to braid! now uncle shi doesn’t have to do it! he can’t do anything pretty!”

before you can question who uncle shi is, a third figure comes into view, making his presence known. you recognise him instantly as the drunk pretty boy who was cuddled up on your lap that night, and once he notices you, he’s quick to move towards you for a kiss on both your cheeks.

“y/n-chan!” he cheers excitedly, immune to the iwaizumi’s staring at him. “i’m tooru~ i’m sure you remember me.”

“how could i forget.” you reply, slight sarcasm twisted in your tone, though a genuine smile graces your lips.

“how sweet! you look amazing.” he gestures to your outfit, a collection of dark tones. “has iwa-chan told you how beautiful you are today?” his flirting is amusing, but it’s the reactions of the other two that has you cackling.

“oi, shittykawa.”

“oi! uncle shi!”

the taller man only sighs, rolling his eyes at them.

“uncle shi, y/n is gonna do my hair for me!”

“what?!” at this, tooru seems legitimately offended. “have you been talking shit about my braiding again?”

“you can’t even do your own hair.”

“excuse me?!” the taller man points at his softly tousled hair. “this takes hours to perfect, young lady!”

“it looks like a mop, uncle shi.”

hitomi has a three second stare off with her uncle before she’s running off, giggles echoing in the house as tooru chases after her. this, leaving you and iwa all alone in the hallway.

“i’m sorry about him.” hajime apologises with a sigh. “i was lucky enough that makki and mattsun had something on today, but oikawa’s hard to shake off. especially when it comes to hitomi.”

“hey, it’s okay. it’s really nice that hitomi gets to be around her uncles all the time.”

iwa turns to face you with a soft look in his eyes. “i would’ve preferred if it was just us three.”

“is this you admitting you just want to see me?”

“wasn’t that obvious from the start, pretty girl?”

“maybe.” you hum, trailing after him as he moves towards the sounds of oikawa’s shrieks. speaking of him…“oikawa tooru, right?”

glancing at you over his shoulder, you don’t miss the slight furrow between his brow. “yeah that’s him.”

“why does hitomi call him shi?”

his frown quickly disappears, a smirk instantly painting across his features. “it’s short for shittykawa. my bad she calls him that, but it suits him doesn’t it?”

and when you walk into the lounge, seeing hitomi dangling from her uncle’s neck as he screams, you can’t help but agree. it was completely endearing.

while initially you were nervous for today, it seemed to be for nothing.

iwaizumi had invited you over to carpool with them to hitomi’s game — and surprisingly there was a slight struggle with the seating arrangement in his truck. it involved crocodile tears, courtesy of oikawa, from an elbow to his side from hitomi as they argued over who would sit next to you. that was quickly shut down once iwa had spoken up in his dad voice, leaving the two of them pouting in the back seat as you sat next to hajime on the passengers side.

hitomi’s soccer game itself was something else.

the sun had come out, warming your face but it was nothing compared to the burning of iwa’s thigh pressed against yours as you sat by each other on the bleachers. he had his arm resting behind your back, making you hyper aware of his presence.

“she’s amazing.” you remarked in awe, watching the children running around chasing after the ball.

“she’s a bully on the field.” iwa chuckles lowly, fondness seeping into his tone as he cringes slightly at her barrelling through other children. “and that one over there just eggs her on.”

off to the side, right next to the coach of hitomi’s team, was oikawa. he was cheering loudly for his niece, prancing around the field as if at any moment he would run in to join the game. but it really had the little girl hyped, and when she scored the winning goal, it was a call for a little celebration.

and that’s how the four of you ended up in mcdonald’s.

the fast food joint was packed, and you took the time to silently curse your choice of outfit. where earlier it was chilly, now it was extremely humid, the bustling restaurant only making you sweat even more.

your hair stuck to your forehead slightly, and the padded jacket you chose to wear was itchy against your skin.

as much as you wanted to tear off the warm clothing, you were still extremely conscious of hitomi.

“y/n?” her small voice called out, tugging on your sleeve.

looking down at her next to you, you were pulled out of your dilemma. iwaizumi had gone to wash his hands, while oikawa went to order an ice cream for the champ.

you offered her a smile, a little forced, masking your discomfort. “yeah, tomi?”

“aren’t you hot in your jacket?”

“haha no…i’m fine?” your answer was filled with uncertainty, and in turn had the young girl frowning at you.

“it’s not good to lie, y/n. and it’s not good to wear warm clothes when it’s hot.”

being lectured by a five year old was not on the agenda today, yet here you were. she wasn’t wrong though. and when she started pointing at you with a french fry, you found yourself slowly unzipping your jacket.

“did your daddy tell you that?”

“nope. uncle mak told me, he also said that…”

her sentence trailed off as you shrugged your arms out of the sleeves, exposing the prominent ink painted over your skin. her jaw had dropped, fry following suit, and her hazel eyes were wide with wonder.

“y/n, what are these?”

curiosity had the little girl reaching her hand out to trace the lines. chubby fingers soft and unsteady.

“these are my tattoos.”

“tattoos?”

“mhm.”

“did you draw them?”

“most of them i designed, yeah.” you felt warmth, a different type, bloom in your chest. “then my friends drew them into my skin, they’re there forever.”

“forever?!” hitomi shrieks excitedly. “they’re so pretty and cool, can i have a tattoo?”

when she looks up at you with her pretty eyes, the warmth spreads over your entire body. the feeling is different. comforting and welcomed.

“maybe when you’re older, bub.” you half-promise.

“do they have colourful ones?”

“all types.” you inform her, going on a spiel of the different designs you have.

“wow.” she sighs dreamily.

her eyes never leave your exposed arms and neck. even when oikawa returns with her ice cream, and iwa sits down in front of you telling her to be careful. it’s only when oikawa races her to the kiddy playground, that she finally looks away. though her stare is quickly replaced by that of her father’s.

“something interesting to stare at, mister iwaizumi?”

sipping on your drink, when you peek at him through your lashes you almost choke at the way he looks at you. his smirk is sinful, eyes drinking you in greedily — you suppose since the two of you are tucked away in a booth with no one near, he no longer has any qualms around openly eyeing you up.

“you.”

his answer sends an electrifying jolt through your body. you feel shy almost, but he doesn’t allow you to turn away when his large hand reaches out to grasp your own.

“i never said it earlier, but you’re so damn beautiful, every part of you. pretty girl, you should never hide yourself from me, or anyone.”

you gasp softly, brows furrowed as you question him silently on how he knew.

“maybe call it a dad sense?” at his joke you roll your eyes, half your mind and heart thinking of your own father. they had such similar characters, it was easy to find comfort in them. “plus you were almost sweating buckets while eating.”

“i was not!” you huff, pulling your hand away but his hold tightens as he laughs heartily at your expression.

“sorry, pretty girl but it’s true.”

“whatever, meanie.”

his thumb brushes over the top of your hand softly. “aw, i can’t be that mean. will a kiss make it all better?”

parting your lips in shock, feeling warmth flushing your cheeks, you’re left speechless. panicking almost when he leans forward, breath hitching, only for him to press a kiss over your knuckles. it takes a second to process him laughing again at you, before you reach down to throw hitomi’s left over fries at him.

“you call that a kiss?”

“oh? i know how to kiss, pretty girl.”

“prove it then.” you bite back, embarrassed at his teasing.

“trust me, i want to.” his reply is softer, lacking the edge of jesting. “i’d love to kiss you.”

“then why don’t you?”

before he can answer, two voices call out to the two of you.

“y/n! y/n, come on let’s play!”

“iwa-chan! stop keeping y/n-chan all to yourself!”

“and that’s why…haha.” iwa chuckles a little exasperated, packing all of the trash onto the tray. “when i kiss you, pretty girl, it’s just gonna be me and you, okay?”

standing up with him, carrying your own tray of rubbish to place in the bin, you stop before him. staring up at hajime, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, before smiling.

“i’ll be waiting for it.”

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FUN FACTS:

— oikawa is uncle shi, makki is uncle mak, and though he wasn’t mentioned, mattsun is uncle matsu.

— oikawa has been kicked off the soccer field three times before.

— yn has faced discrimination previously over her art :(((.

— iwa really wanted to kiss yn (when does he not) but he wants to do things right.

— this was meant to have more talk about hitomi’s mother, but that will be coming in future chapters!!

TAG LIST RB’D AND CLOSED.

[helliontherapscallion]

Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park. 

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step. 

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong. 

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest. 

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands. 

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night. 

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno. 

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on? 

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his. 

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’. 

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ‘Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter. 

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!” 

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood. 

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern. 

“‘M fine.” 

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes. 

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief. 

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained. 

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.” 

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle. 

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone. 

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you. 

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’. 

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.” 

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.” 

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better. 

[cadavercowboy]

Winners And Losers — Part Three

Pairing: Lt. Colonel Franklin Clay x Reader

Summary: If being an ex-Black Ops mercenary has taught you anything, it’s that you win some and you lose some. Colonel Clay could stand to learn that lesson, too.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Mention of blood & injury. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie.

Part Two

The heavy glass bottle swings loosely from your fingers as you glide down the poorly lit hallway. It’s musty and — truthfully — kind of disgusting, but you’ve definitely stayed in much worse places. Your shoes sink into the thick and faded carpeting as you stand for a pensive moment outside of Clay’s room. A moment of doubt and hesitation sweeps through you before you finally decide to rap your knuckles against the dented door.

It takes nearly an entire minute and you briefly consider returning to your room, but eventually he swings the door open and grants you entrance when you raise a ponderous brow at him. You follow him in, watching as he drops heavily into the only chair in the room. He props an elbow on the desk beside him, peering up at you with exhausted eyes as he drags a finger along his swollen lower lip.

A quick perusal of his face lets you know that he still hasn’t bothered to clean up his wounds from earlier. His split lip is still crusted with blood from his altercation with Pooch and a long crimson smear trails from the gash along his temple. With a clicking of your tongue, you slam the bottle of whiskey down on the desk before heading into the bathroom where you wet a cloth with a bit of warm water.

“I’ll have to run out and grab a first aid kit,” you huff as you return from the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” Clay mumbles tiredly.

You hold up the damp cloth, as if to say “what the hell does it look like I’m doing?” When you close the distance between you and reach up to dab at the wound on Clay’s forehead, he snatches your wrist and pulls your hand away.

“Stop.”

“I’m trying to help,” you argue.

“Don’t.”

“The fuck’s your problem?” you bark in agitation, your patience for Clay’s bullshit having finally run thin. “What’s been going on with you lately? You disappeared after the shit at the port and it’s getting old, Clay. You gotta come back, we need you back.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he rasps.

“Oh, no? I was there, Clay. I saw what went down. I know what you went through,” you insist. “But you can’t let it haunt you…can’t let those ghosts follow you around for the rest of your life. If you’re not all in, then you need to step away. Before someone gets hurt. Or killed.”

“I’m the reason any of you idiots are still alive!” Clay defends, his voice raising and conveying his growing frustration. “I can’t walk away.”

“No, you’re the reason Pooch almost got killed today,” you nearly scream. “You intentionally withheld intel about Roque. You knew it was a fuckin’ suicide mission and you still let us go in blind. Just because you don’t care who lives or dies doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t.”

With that, Clay springs from his seat, flinging the chair backwards as he invades your space. His breath escapes him in strained puffs, his hazel eyes burning an angry gold. You almost find yourself shrinking in fear, but you stand your ground and square your shoulders.

“Watch yourself,” he growls in warning.

“Or what?” you challenge. “You gonna punish me for insubordination? We’re not soldiers anymore, Clay.”

You punctuate the statement with a hard shove against his strong chest. It catches him off guard and he stumbles only for a moment before he’s shoving you brutishly into the wall. He scowls dangerously as he pins you in place, the warmth of his labored breaths dancing over your sweat-dampened brow.

“Then why do you still listen to every order I give you, huh? Such an obedient little thing.”

His words light an unexpected fire deep in your belly and your lips part on a sigh, something that certainly does not go unnoticed. Clay closes the iota of space that remains between you, overheating your body with the warmth of his own. The tiny whimper that leaves you when you notice his growing hardness pressing insistently against your thigh causes Clay to smile devilishly, arrogant pride glowing in his eyes.

“Get on the bed,” he commands, testing his earlier theory.

Not giving him the satisfaction, you decide you’re not going to. You have a better idea, anyway. Sliding under the arm Clay has braced beside your head against the wall, you shift behind him and wait for him to turn around. The moment he does, you whip your thin t-shirt up and over your head, exposing your barely-covered breasts to him. His pupils blow wide, devouring what little is left of the golden rings around them.

When you move to pop the button on your jeans and lower them to the floor, Clay stalks over to you. You step out of the discarded garment, glancing up confidently to take in the sight of your tough, strong leader practically drooling over you clad only in your underwear.

“Still want me on the bed, Colonel?” you tease.

The sassy tone of your voice triggers something feral in Clay and he snaps, one hand tightly gripping the back of your head and the other wedged just above the swell of your almost bare ass. His lips descend on yours with a wild ferocity that would take your breath away had there been any room for it to escape between your connected mouths. You revel in the sloppy, wet kiss only for a second before you’re being swept off your feet as we walks you backwards towards the bed. In his haste, he trips when his legs tangle in yours and Clay dumps you both unceremoniously onto the hard floor. 

You have no chance to protest or complain; you’re too distracted by the sensation of his wandering hands and the weight of his muscular body. You lean up to capture his lips again, moaning into his mouth when his slick tongue slides against yours hungrily. The warm brush of his knuckles along your waist has your stomach clenching and your throat constricting around a surprised gasp. The delicious friction of his fingers delving beneath the hem of your panties and wasting no time in curling sinfully against your clit has you seeing stars.

“This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?” Clay grunts. “I see the way you look at me.”

You’re too far gone to deny the truth in his words, no matter how small it may be. Instead, you cant your hips upwards, inviting him to sink his long fingers into the welcoming heat of your pussy. You already know this is just a quick fuck borne of unreciprocated feelings and a shitstorm of long-buried emotions coming to a head in the form of lust; all for the simple sake of release. There’s no point beating around the bush — so to speak — and you’re just going to enjoy it for what it is. As Clay’s fingers slip easily into your eager body, you moan unabashedly and set to work unfastening his pants and shoving them just far enough down his thighs to release his half-hard cock over the edge of his boxers.

“More,” you yelp with need.

Thighs quivering and chest tightening, your body signals to Clay that you’re close, so close. His calloused fingertips drag spectacularly along your rippling walls and your head spins with the overwhelming pleasure of it. Whether it’s the eroticism of how desperately you want one another or the slightly taboo factor of Clay technically being your superior, you’re not sure…all you know is that you’ve never reached your peak quite this fast before. Just as the tingles bloom in the tips of your fingers and each of your toes, Clay ceases his ministrations.

His strong hands take hold of your hips and he situates you on your side before scooting in behind you. The moment his body is pressed against your back, he yanks the gusset of your panties out of the way and the blunt tip of his thick length is pressing insistently into your tight entrance. With a pointed thrust, Clay sinks deep enough into you that you feel the pleasant burn of your body stretching, but not quite deep enough for him to be satisfied with feeling enough of you. He offers several short and fast strokes until you adjust before he’s pressing every inch of himself into you, seating his cock as far as he physically can. The tickling sensation of the hair at the base of his cock has you shivering in his arms and he manages to hold himself as still as possible.

“This is gonna be fast,” he breathes hotly into your ear. “It’s been a while.”

Nodding frantically, you press back into him. You don’t expect to last very much longer either, you just want him to give you everything he’s got. In the back of your mind, you remember all the comments Pooch had made in jest about Clay needing a good lay to get over Aisha and quit moping around all the time; you’re admittedly glad that task has fallen to you. 

“Fuck, right there,” you encourage when Clay grinds his hips in a circular motion and his cock bumps a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “Oh god, yes…Clay.”

He grunts and groans, breathing animalistically against the side of your neck and occasionally dragging his moist lips along the soft skin there. His fingers sneak around your thigh, wrenching your leg upwards so you’re split wide open for him. He shoves his other arm beneath you to wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to blur your vision. Wedging his knee beneath yours, he keeps your legs spread and frees his hand so that it may journey to your throbbing and neglected clit. You nearly scream at the first touch of his skilled fingers and he moans loudly when you squeeze his driving cock so hard it nearly halts his movements altogether.

“You wanna cum?” he implores, seeing you nod rapidly in response. “Yeah?”

“Yes, please. Please, Clay.”

“Say it,” he barks, his cock plunging into your body and ravishing you with such force that you’re positive you’ll have rug burn on your shoulder and hip by the end of the night.

“I wanna cum, please,” you whimper as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

“C’mon, baby…you can do better than that,” he growls through clenched teeth, his rhythm beginning to falter. “You know what I wanna hear.”

“I wanna cum, Colonel!”

“Then cum.”

You obey the demand perfectly and without hesitation, just as he knew you would. A strangled howl of ecstasy drags along your raw throat as your body convulses and your muscles clench with your encompassing release, drowned out only by the wild snarls emanating from the man whose formidable body fills, surrounds, and cradles you. The heat of his cum splashes into your depths, setting off a second, less intense orgasm. Your bodies quiver and twitch in tandem as they climb down your respective peaks; a comfortable silence settles around you in the meantime.

Waiting for your breathing to slow and even out, you shift to rest your head against the pillowy muscle of Clay’s bicep. He allows his leg to drop limply, taking yours with it, and wraps a protective arm around your midsection. Though it’s obvious neither of you wants to burst your post-coital bubble and return to reality, Clay sighs heavily and begins to untangle himself from your body.

“We should get cleaned up,” he whispers.

“Oh, now you wanna get cleaned up?” you tease, shrieking when Clay pinches your ass.

You laugh together amongst your groans as you pick yourselves up off the floor and bring your aching bodies into a standing position. As Clay adjusts his rumpled clothing, you’re very aware of the way his sticky cum drips from your body and begins to collect in your panties. Using the damp cloth from earlier, Clay wipes your combined fluids from his softening member and tosses it aside while you make your way to the bathroom to do your own polishing up.

When you return, you find Clay seated on the edge of the mattress and obviously waiting for you. For a moment, you worry he’s going to send you away like a lady of the night, without a second thought. Plodding across the carpet where you’d just had some of the best sex of your life, you settle next to Clay, bumping your bare thigh into his.

“You can talk to me, you know…” you trail off, inviting him to start the conversation.

“‘Bout what?” he asks.

“Anything. Everything. Bolivia, the port, whatever is on your mind.” When Clay doesn’t respond you give him a moment before it becomes obvious that he isn’t going to. “You’re not a bad man, Clay. No matter what you think. Sometimes shit just happens, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Shit happens? Shit like me killing that lady’s son today?”

Clay’s voice wavers and when you meet his watery eyes, you see how pained his expression is. You want so badly to reach out, take his face in your hands, and make his pain go away; you’re just not sure if it’s the appropriate time or place for that. Settling for a comforting hand on his thigh, you ensure you have Clay’s full attention before you speak.

“You didn’t kill him. Roque did,” you assert. “And it wasn’t your fault. We both know that Roque wasn’t letting him go, even if you hadn’t shot. Roque needed to go and sacrificing that kid saved the lives of a lot of other people.”

Though your logic doesn’t justify the death of an innocent civilian, you know Clay will see that it was necessary. Had he chosen not to kill Roque in that moment, he’d have put the lives of hundreds of other people at risk. In a situation such as that, you’re trained to sacrifice the few to benefit the many; choose the lesser of two evils.

“We can’t win ‘em all, Colonel,” you offer, trying to lighten the mood. “Now, don’t you move from this bed. I’m gonna go get that medkit.”

Pressing a quick kiss to Clay’s stubbled cheek, you stand and gather your strewn clothing to redress yourself. Your outfit is haphazard at best, but it’ll do for now. You pat your pocket in search of your wallet before sending a mock salute in Clay’s direction and heading for the door.

The hinges creak behind you, garnering the attention of the two men who fill the hallway just a few feet away. With their room keys in hand, two sets of familiar eyes fall on your rumpled form as you exit your commander’s hotel room. You stand in awkward silence, neither able to tear your eyes away nor offer any semblance of an explanation to your awestruck teammates. Rather than further embarrass yourself, you whirl around and tread swiftly down the seemingly endless hallway; cheeks burning and brain reeling for a way to joke your way out of this one.      

• Series Masterlist •

Jeffrey Dean Morgan Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

[glenncoco4]

Unexpected Visitor

A/N: It’s a little late but here’s a NYE AU…

••••

His brow furrow when there’s a knock on his door. He just moved here and he’s definitely not expecting anyone tonight or at this hour for that matter. Taking a look through the peephole he becomes even more curious when he sees who’s on the other side of the door.

As the door slowly opens a shy smile graces her face and before he can say anything, the words she has been rehearsing in her head are already out of her mouth. “Hi, sorry, I live below you and I hear your dog running around and barking all the time.”

He can feel the heat rise to his cheeks in embarrassment not only because his dog is constantly disturbing his neighbor but the fact that said neighbor is also a very beautiful woman. “I’m so sorry. It takes him a while to adjust to new surroundings and his coping mechanism is to bark at random stuff.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I was just hoping that maybe I could pet him.”

A grin curls at his lips as his eyes become mesmerized by the hopeful look in her mismatched orbs. “Yeah, he-he’d like that. Come in.”

As soon as she steps through the door and into the living room, the clicking of nails taps against the hardwood floor as the dog in question runs into the room and straight towards the brunette.

She crouches down and is immediately on the receiving end of kisses from the pooch.

It catches him off guard how quickly the usually guarded dog is so receptive to the strange woman. “Monty, no. Down.”

Unable to stop the laughter while receiving an onslaught of slobbery kisses, she runs her fingers through his shaggy mane, returning the love. “He’s fine.”

After a few more kisses she stands up, turning to the blonde with a smile on her face. “I needed that.”

“Rough year?”

“You could say that.”

A sad smile crosses his face, knowing from experience how lonely this city can be. “Look I know we just met but if you need to talk, I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

“No, I don’t want to bother you. I’m sure you have a party to get to.”

“Actually we were just gonna chill out, have some beer and watch the ball drop on TV.”

Her brow quirks as a humorous grin curls at her lips. “You give your dog beer?”

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “No. Unfortunately, he’s on the wagon…which means I have extra.”

This is not something she’d ever do before tonight, but there’s a voice inside her head telling her to stay. Nervously biting her lip, she looks around the room and then meets his cerulean blues. “Okay. Sure. Why not?”

“But you have to do something for me first.”

Hearing the words, she immediately rolls her eyes, expecting the worst. “Lovely. What is it?”

“You have to tell me your name.”

A blush rises to her cheeks realizing that maybe, this, whatever it is is different. “It’s-it’s Kensi.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Kensi. I’m Marty.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Marty.”

A few hours later the pair are sitting on the couch, engrossed in deep conversation when they suddenly notice the countdown sounding from the television.

As the countdown is entering single digits, they both sneak a glance at the other wondering if they should take a chance.

When Kensi hears 3, she knows what she wants and doesn’t think anything else about it before leaning in, hoping he’ll meet her halfway.

His heart speeds up as he watches her lean in, eyes closed. And just as easy as breathing, he closes the distance, bringing his lips to hers, setting off fireworks of their own.

It’s a quick kiss, but what a hell of a kiss it was. As they pull back, mirrored smiles grace their faces.

“Well, this is already the best year of my life.”

Again, the brunette can’t help the blush from rising to her cheeks. “Does that line ever work?”

“You tell me. It’s my first New Year’s kiss.”

“Mine too.”

“So did it work?”

Her brow furrows in question. “What?”

“The line.”

“I think I’m gonna need a little more information.”

His heart begins to pick up more speed as her fingers find his golden locks and she pulls him back to her, connecting their lips once more. “Happy New Year, indeed.”

[blacknight1230]

Halloween Treat

Jim Hopkins Imagine (Bully: Scholarship Edition)

You switch costumes with Pete, resulting in Jimmy enjoying your Halloween costume. 

Twas the night before Halloween. Your most favorite holiday spent at Bullworth Academy. The campus was decorating with glowing jack-o-lanterns, spooky ghosts and bats, and toilet paper hauntingly hanging from the tree branches. And best of all, the student body had free reign to wreak havoc this autumn night. Of course, no one was in there costumes now, a full twenty-four hours until you could do so. 

So, you were walking back to your dorms from the mess hall, when you saw a disgruntled Pete on the steps to the main school building. “Hey, Petey, what’s wrong?” you asked the small boy. “Oh, (Y/n), hey” he greeted, hurriedly getting to his feet. “Is everything okay? Is Gary picking on you again?” you questioned, worried about your friend. Pete just nervously shifted from foot to foot, not saying anything. “Petey, come on, talk to me. You’re worrying me,” you begged. “It's stupid, really. It’s not even a big deal,” Petey whined, avoiding eye contact with you. “Well, it obviously is if your this uptight about it. Come on, Pete o’boy, tell Momma (Y/n) all about your troubles. I promise I won’t laugh,” you pestered, poking the young boy repeatedly in the arm. “Ok, fine. It's about my costume,” Pete admitted, finally giving up. “Your costume?” You were confused now; how could Halloween get-up make his this miserable. “You see, I already picked out my costume for tomorrow night. I was really excited about it, but now I’m afraid to be seen in it!” Petey explained, pacing around as he stressed over the situation. “Why? Your costume can’t be that bad,” you tried to reassure Pete. “Ha-ha, well, it's not exactly something Gary or Jimmy would where that’s for sure,” he said, voice shaking. “Then what is it?” Petey sighed and glumly ushered you to follow him.

He led you over to the boys’ dorms and inside the building. You ignored the dilapidated surroundings and B.O. smell as Petey brought you to his room. It really shocked you how Bullworth treated the boys living conditions compared to the girls. Anyway, Petey brought you into his small room and closed the door, before turning to his wardrobe. He opened it up, showing you his costume hanging on the inside of wardrobe door. You didn’t say anything when you saw the bright pink, furry bunny suit. It even had a puffy tail and ears attached to it. 

Pete noticed your silence, frowning even more. “Now you see what the problem is. I can’t go out in that! I’ll be the laughing stock of the school and a prime target for the bullies!” he freaked out. “I don’t know what to say, Petey. Do you have another costume to go out in?” you questioned. “Nope. And I have to wear a costume tomorrow. Gary will notice and make fun of me for it.” You took a seat on Pete’s bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking as you put your weight on it. “Well, you’re definitely in a pickle.” “Hey, tell me about it.” 

Petey sat next to you, head in his hands. You lightly patted him on the back, “There there. You’ll get through this.” “If only I could switch my costume out with someone else,” Petey mumbled into his hands. A light bulb went off over you head, an idea popping your brain. “Petey, I think I might have an idea,” you excitedly told him. “Wha-, how?” “Just trust me, Petey. Give me your costume and I’ll have another one for you by tomorrow,” you explained. The young boy was hesitate for moment, but he eventually got up and grabbed the accursed bunny suit, handing it to you without a word. “Thanks, Petey, I swear, I won’t let you down!” YOu rushed out his room and towards the dorm hall’s exit, Petey wishing you a disgruntled good luck. Looks like I have a night of work to do, you thought. 

~ Time skip ~

It was officially Halloween. And everyone was celebrating like crazy. Pranks ensued as the prefects partied away and the teachers stayed in their lounge. You were walking the school grounds in the costume you spent all night sewing and hemming. A couple of guys ogled your form as you walked past, while the girls complimented you on the costume. You could only smirk as you sucked on a lolly-pop, making your way over to the front of the boy’s dorms. When you got there, you saw Gary, Jimmy, and Petey gathered on the steps to the dorms’ entrance dressed in their costumes. 

Garry was dressed up as a Nazi SS soldier, without the symbols and armband. I got to remember to scold him later, you thought, frowning at Garry’s choice of dress up. Meanwhile, Jimmy was dressed up as a skeleton, with black and white face paint, and Petey was dressed up in the Grim Reaper costume you gave him. It was actually the costume you planned on wearing and as it wasn’t gender specific, Petey could wear it without being worried about Gary making fun of him. But Gary being Gary was still pestering poor innocent Petey. 

“Come on, Femboy, where’s the bunny costume I got you? Don’t tell me you go rid of it,” Gary threatened. “No, Gary, I traded it with someone and they gave me this,” Petey protested, his voice muffled from behind his skeleton mask. “Don’t lie to me, Petey. You know I don’t like liars. No one would take that damn bunny costume,” Gary said while rolled his eyes. You decided it was time to make your presence known. 

“Hello boys,” you called out to them. All three of them turned to look at you, eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood before them in the tailored bunny suit, having cut off the legs and sleeves of the one piece. It was now a sleeveless, booty short one piece with a cinched waist and a lowered neckline. You accessorized the look with hot pink fishnet thigh high stockings and fingerless pink fishnet gloves that end below the elbows. To complete the look, you wore white combat boots and sexy bunny makeup. All three of the boys just stared at you, mouths wide open. Gary was the first to snap out of it, a wolf whistle coming out of his smirking mouth. “Look at you, (y/n). Say, are you going to be our little Playboy bunny for the night?” he teased. “Knock it off, Gary,” Jimmy snapped suddenly. Gary, for once, backed off. 

Instead his attention was focussed back onto his Big Prank, as he liked to call it. He forced all four of you to follow him to the side yard of Harrington House, where Chad and the other Preppies lived. It was only then did he explained his twisted little plan. “Ok, here’s the deal. We’re going to feed Chads dog a bunch of this rancid meat then wait for him to take a dump then -” Gary started, a sick smile on his face as he explained the prank formed in his evil little mind. “Man, what the hell. I’m out of here,” Petey cried in disgust, interrupting Gary. He ran away disgusted, Gary just shouting, “Whatever, Pete.” “This prank is nasty, even for you,” you sneered. “Let’s just do this, guys. I’ll explain everything later,” Gary huffed. 

You all turned to look around the corner of the archway leading into the side yard, where Chester, the aforementioned dog, was running around. But there was little problem in this ‘brilliant’ plan of Gary’s. Chad was in the yard, playing with the Staffordshire Bull Terrier via frisbee. “Shit, now what do we do,” Jimmy questioned. “What do you mean ‘what do we do’? We fight him, of course. Geez, Jimmy, are you really that much of a pea brain?” Gary snapped. Jimmy opened his mouth to retort back but you stopped him before he could. “Pipe it down, you two. Let me handle this,” you hissed. Without another word, you sauntered up to Chad, seductively swinging your hips. 

“Hey, Chad,” you greeted in a sing-song voice. “Oh, ah, hey there darling,” Chad replied once he saw you. You could already tell he was in the palm of your hand as he looked at you with love struck eyes. You were pretty sure it was because of your costume, for without it Chad and all the other boys never would have spared you a second glance. Using your sex-appeal to your advantage, you continued entrapping him in your web. “Oh, nothing. I’m just so bored and lonely tonight. Will a nice strong gentleman like you help me?” you drawled, trailing a gloved hand down Chad’s chest. Sweat started to accumulate around the prep’s hairline and he struggled with his next words. “I would love to, darling. What you wanna do?” “Oh I think I have an idea. You just have to follow me to somewhere a little more private,” you practically whispered into his ear. Chad tensed up and swallowed a lump in his throat, but he allowed you to take his hand and pulled him away from the side yard. 

You were just about lead into the space between the left side of the preppies’ dorms and the fence when Jimmy came up behind Chad hit him on the back of the head. The force of the blow caused Chad to fall to the pavement, knocked out cold. “Jimmy! What was that for?” you hissed. “I thought that was your plan. To lure him away and knock him out,” Jimmy said, a faint blush on his cheeks. Before you could figure out why the teen was blushing, Gary hurried past the both of you to Chester. “Who cares what the chick was going to do? We got what we needed,” he voiced over his shoulder as he kneeled down to the dog. “Here you go boy. Have a little trick for a treat. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum,” he said to Chester as the staffy ate the meat. Immediately after finishing, Chester started whining as he squatted over the grass. “That’s gross!” Jimmy exclaimed as he crossed his arms in disgust. “Poor little guy,” you worried, holding your nose as the barely digested meat exited the poor pooches rear end. As soon as Chester finished with his business, Gary gathered the fecal matter into a brown paper back. 

“Score! Alright let’s go to the teacher’s lounge,” Gary ordered. The three of you ran towards the main school building, entering by one its back exits onto the main floor. Jimmy placed the bag of doggy doo in front of the door of the teacher’s lounge. As soon as he set it down, Gary lit a match and brought it close to the paper back. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Gary?” you distressed. All you could think of was possible setting the building on fire. “Don’t worry. It will be funny,” Gary threw off your worries. “Just pulled the fire alarm, Jimmy, and watch fun begin.” Jimmy did as Gary said, striding up to the nearby fire alarm on the opposite wall. He looked around before grabbed the handle and pulling it down. 

The air filled the sounds of alarms as Gary, Jimmy, and you hid around the corner. “What the hell is going on?” you heard one of the teachers shout from within the teacher’s lounge. The door opened to reveal Mr. Burton, who once he saw the paper back on fire, tried to put it out by stomping on it. He successfully put out the small fire but now the bottom of shoes where covered in disgusting, half-digested, port-a-potty smelling dog shit. Mr. Burton screamed and gagged as he tried to get the animal turds off his sneakers. You all couldn’t help but laugh as you all ran away and out the side exit, rushing away from the scene of the crime. Next thing you knew, you all were by the front of the academy’s gates, near the dorms. 

All of you struggled to breath, hands on your knees as you hunched over from both laughter and the sprinting. “That ... was the most brilliant ... and hilarious ... prank I’ve ever seen!” you complimented Gary. “Even I have to admit, that was a great prank, Gary,” Jimmy confirmed.  Gary got a wicked smile on his face, immensely enjoying being complimented on his ‘superior’ brain. “Thank you, thank you, hold your applause, please. I know you all love me,” he boasted, mock bowing to you guys. “Ok, don’t get so full of yourself,” Jimmy sassed. “Whatever, man. You two have fun jacking each other off. I’m going to steal some candy from the nerds,” Gary answered back. He ran off before you and Jimmy could yell at him. 

“Well, tonight was surprisingly fun,” you turned to Jimmy. “Looks like my first Halloween in Bullsworth is a success. It's a bummer that its ending already,” Jimmy replied. A light bulb went off over the top of your head, an idea forming in your mind. “Who said it was over? Follow me,” you announced. You sprinted towards the girl’s dorms, motioning Jimmy to follow you. You heard the sound of Jimmy’s footsteps following you as ran to the right side of the building. Quickly and efficiently, you climbed up the lattice bolted to the brick wall and up to the open window on the third floor. Once you stepped foot in the large attic space, you helped Jimmy climb in behind you. 

“Whew, you are surprisingly fast,” Jimmy huffed out, struggling to catch his breath after the sprinting and high climb. “Thanks, Jim. Come have a seat,” you acknowledged his compliment. You led Jimmy over to a small area of the attic where you had a pile of comfy pillows and blankets, a tiny tv with a built in VCR situated next to the wall. Fairy lights were struck through the rafters above it, barely lighting up the windowless area. You sat on the pile of pillows and turned on a battery operated camping lantern, finally allowing the both of you to see clearly what you were doing. As Jimmy took a seat next to you, you pulled out a bowl filled with candy. “Want some?” you offered the teen. “Where did you get these?” he questioned, grabbing a handful of assorted candy. “My parents sent me a care package of sorts. They know how much I love Halloween,” you explained, picking out a single piece of (favorite candy). “Wish my mom did something like that. She’s too busy hanging out with her 5th husband on their honeymoon to even think about me,” Jimmy complained. You could see thinking of his absent mother really upset hi, their relationship not on the best of terms. You nudged Jimmy on his costumed shoulder, trying to get him out of this little funk. “Come on, let’s pick out a movie to watch. I have a couple to choose from,” you said. Jimmy gave you a warm smile as you pulled a small pile of VCRs. 

The night continued with you and Jimmy stuffing your faces on candy and popcorn as you watched movies from within your secret chilling out spot. You were in the middle of the first movie, a classic slasher film, when Jimmy said something. “Hey, (y/n), back when you were distracting Chad, were you really going to ...” he trailed off. You pulled your eyes away from the TV screen, studying Jimmy. He was sitting on a couple of different colored pillows, leaning back on one of his outstretched arms and feet kicked out in front of him. He was refusing to look you in the eye, signaling that something was up. “What? Oh, that!” you realized what he was talking about. “No! Absolutely not! I was just trying to lead Chad away so we could get what we needed for the prank.” 

Jimmy looked relieved, the tension in his shoulders releasing as he let out a sigh. “Ok. Good. I just thought maybe you had a thing for him or something,” he explained. “Jimmy, do think I really would let anyone get with me like that?” you sassed. “Pff, well you are dress up as a more modest Playboy bunny. Any boy would fall for you dressed like that?” he replied, rolling his eyes. It seemed he was trying to change the subject. “Oh, so does that mean you like my costume, Jimmy? Has this little bunny gotten to ya?” you teased. Jimmy’s cheeks got red, as he no longer had his skull face makeup on. He started to stutter out half formed words, his tongue all twisted. You liked seeing so flustered like this. Seeing how you made him this way was kind of cute. 

Since meeting Jimmy that faithful school day you started to grow some feelings for the short stocky teen. Seeing how he stood up to bullies, student and faculty alike, and how determined he was to rise to the top in order to survive the hellhole that is Bullsworth was most likely the cause. As well as the way he was so kind to you despite not really fitting in with the cliques of the student body. Heck, you weren’t even that close to Petey and Gary before Jimmy came along. Jimmy brought out the best in you and you loyally followed him on his chaotic adventures, even if they weren’t something you could see yourself doing. 

So, your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched Jimmy struggle to find words to talk to you. “I - I actually do like your costume,” he finally admitted. Your heart soared and you tried to hide the impact his compliments had on you. “Really? What do you like about it? It’s nothing specially,” you bashfully replied. “Well, first it brings out your figure without revealing too much. It’s eye catching,” he revealed sheepishly. You could feel yourself blushing under your halloween makeup, it badly hiding your pink cheeks. “Thank you ...that means a lot coming from you,” you replied, flushed. 

A stiff awkward silence followed, both of you trying to focus on the slasher film on the tiny TV. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn without looking, but instead of grabbing the buttery treat, you ended up grabbing Jim’s hand as he also reached for the popcorn without looking. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm rough hand in yours, secretly reveling in the sensation. Your eyes trailed down to your conjoined hands, up his arm, and to his face. You were meet with dazzling brown eyes staring into your own. The world seemed to stop as you gazed at Jimmy’s freckled filled face, traces of his face paint still lingering on his skin from where he failed to wipe it off. You noticed the distance between you two was slowly disappearing as subconsciously leaned into each other. “Aw, fuck it,” you heard Jimmy mumble before closing the little distance between you two. 

Jimmy’s lips met yours roughly, a little ‘Mmm!’ escaping from you. You couldn’t help but grab onto his stocky shoulders and melt into the kiss, quietly sighing as you did so. You could feel Jimmy’s hands move to grip your waist, everything feeling hot as stereotypical kissing noises filled the attic as you two moved your lips against each other. He taste like candy, you thought to yourself as a hand threaded through his short orange hair. 

You could have gone on forever connected this way, but you were both human beings who need air to survive. So you unhappily had to separate from each other, gasping for air as you did so. You trailed a hand gently down Jimmy’s freckled cheek as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You could see the longing within them, one of his hands slowly moving off of your hip, it leaving a lingering touch. “J-Jimmy ...” you stuttered out, not knowing what to say. “That was great. God, how could I not have done that sooner?” Jimmy wondered out loud. “Done it sooner?” you pondered, brain all fuzzy from the kiss. “(Y/n), I like you, a lot. And after seeing Chad’s hands all over you ... I couldn’t handle it,” Jimmy confessed. You thought you died and went straight to heaven. No way your crush was confessing to you. “So, I what I’m basically trying to say is ... will be my girlfriend?” Jimmy finally asked. 

You couldn’t stop yourself, planting a kiss right on Jimmy’s reddened lips. You felt Jimmy freeze up from the unexpected action, pulling away from the stiff boy to give him your answer. “Of course, Jimmy. I would be stupid not to,” you said, smiling from ear to ear. A similar smile broke out on Jimmy’s face, reaching out to you to pull you into another kiss. You happily let him, the smile still on your lips as were locked in a passionate embrace. Jimmy pulled you closer as you practically sat on his lap, his hands firmly holding you in his arms. “Best Halloween treat ever,” he chuckled, before proceeding to a makeout session. Best Halloween treat, indeed. 

[skeletalheartattack]

I ship Boe and a Lazy sunday chilling on a beanbag and with lots of snack and cool guy movies like Megamind.

HOLD UP, DOES MEGAMIND FALL IN YOUR LIST???

ohhhh i think Boe would definitely love that... having a relaxing day to himself, watching movies with his hell pooch... an absolutely lovely thought, thank you...

also i was scared of megamind as a kid, because i got a toy of him from a happy meal, and i thought a guy with a head that big would want to blow up the earth, so i hid him beneath our recliner in the living room in an attempt to stop him, because he scared me that badly. i never watched the movie before or after that moment.