#his behavior is confusing if you don’t put attention to detail

[heliumcake]

i’ve reached a point where i take the “i only like mike from s1-2” “mike from s2 would hate mike from s4” comments personally. like shut up. that’s my son you’re talking about right there.

[biteofcherry]

but mafia!steve PLS 🫠🔥🫠🔥😌

Nesting

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy; 

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With a smile on your face, you tucked the envelope inside your handbag. A precious picture you were so scared to see at first, but now it filled you with warmth and love. 

Well, your morning sickness definitely didn’t fill you with any positive feelings, but the doctor said they should lessen in a few weeks, once you start your second trimester. It was all still so new, so fragile to consider its development. But you already hoped for the best. 

You tossed into the bin the paper towels with which you wiped the ultrasound gel off your belly and put your jacket on. The nurse waiting outside smiled at you, gave you a stack of leaflets and a list of necessary appointments.

She directed you to the main reception, so you could book the next needed one. 

Just as you were writing down in your calendar the date of the next ultrasound, the lady behind the desk remembered something and said to you:

“Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband is waiting for you outside.”

You stared at her, confused. She had to mistake you for someone else, clearly.

“Husband? I don’t-”

“Yes.” She beamed. “Handsome fellow, but it seems he’s just as scared of clinics as the rest of men.” She laughed.

“You sure he’s here for me?” You asked hesitantly, an idea of who might it be already forming in your head. Terrifying you. 

“I’m sure. He gave all the information on you.” The woman’s face flashed solemn, her tone professional as she assured you of the thorough check. “I admit, even my own mom sometimes forgets what year I was born in.” 

“Thank you.” You forced out a smile, but your heart was hammering in fear.

You have no idea how he found you. Even less how he got so much detailed information about you. But then again, you shouldn’t be surprised now that you knew who he was.

Steven Grant Rogers. 

The ruthless head of the New York mafia who was more lethal than a viper already sinking its teeth in your ankle. 

And who, to you, was just a very hot man you hooked up with a month and half ago. 

You met Steve in a fancy club your friends booked a booth at - apparently it was a club so exclusive getting a booth in it was nearly impossible. Now you understood why. 

You’re not sure why you caught his attention when there were so many beautiful women in the place that night. But three flutes of Prosecco in and you were bolder than usual. You agreed to accompany him in his VIP booth while your friends went crazy on the dancefloor.

He disarmed you with his focus on you, his eyes never straying to any other woman. A charming gentleman who made you melt with the few moments of movie-like fairytale feeling. 

And when he whispered into your ear how he wants to eat you out until you pass out from pleasure, you almost spread your legs for him right there in the club.

Steve took you to his place - an elegant penthouse, in a building you later learned belonged to him. A one night stand turned into whole weekend of him fucking you senseless and spoiling you with fancy food delivered to his apartment. 

He also made you do the most depraved things; no one else has ever made you come just from fingering your ass and talking dirty to you. 

Like he promised each time he was buried in your cunt, Steve filled you to the brim. 

You leaked his cum even as you got home late on a Sunday afternoon - Steve’s driver dropping you off in front of your modest flat. 

The result of his filling woke you up a few weeks later, making you vomit your guts out each morning. With your period being unusually late there was only one explanation. 

At first, after you confirmed the pregnancy with your doctor, you planned on telling Steve. One night or not, he had a right to know. But you didn’t have his number, nor did you remember the exact address where he lived. So you googled him.

And the articles made your head spin. 

You thought it’s a misunderstanding. Just a coincidence, but then one of your friends complained to you about her boyfriend - a cop - being angry that you went to a mob-owned club. 

Further prodding revealed that The Shield club belonged to Steven Rogers himself.

You could no longer fool yourself with coincidences and similar names. In an instant you made a decision to never put your foot anywhere near the club and to hide from everyone who exactly was your baby’s co-creator. 

So as you kept it to yourself, building a lie (not so far from the truth) about it being a result of a reckless one night stand, you started to forget about the real father. Sometimes you even calmed yourself by repeating he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anyway. 

But there couldn’t be anyone else claiming to come for you by posing as your husband. And Steve had the influence to learn all the details about you, if he wished. 

You cast a glance at the main entrance. He was waiting for you there. To do who knows what to you. 

If he didn’t want the baby being born and you refused to get rid of it… a man like him would simply get rid of you to erase the problem.

Perhaps you didn’t stand a chance against the power of someone like Steve Rogers, but you could try saving yourself and postponing the inevitable. For a little while, at least.

Pivoting on your heel, you went in the opposite direction. You didn’t know if there’s a back exit and you feared asking anyone, but the restroom you used earlier had a window facing the park and it was only on the high ground floor, so the risk was minimal.  

You smiled at a woman who was washing her hands when you entered and pretended to lock yourself in the stall. When you heard the door closing after her, you left the stall and opened the window. 

You dropped your bag first, then sat on the windowsill and swung your legs over it. Carefully, you lowered yourself down, hands clutching onto the edge. You took a deep breath and let go, landing softly on your feet without much trouble. 

“Shouldn’t be doing that in your state, sweetheart.” 

A smooth voice startled you. 

A familiar voice.  

You could still recall the praises he moaned in your ear when you trembled beneath him. 

You turned around sharply, heart jumping to your throat as you faced him. 

Steve stood a few steps away from you, his back resting against the side of the sleek, black car parked on the sidewalk. Dark aviators shaded his blue eyes, but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, ready to react if you fled. 

You frowned, surprised to see him here, considering the receptionist told you your husband was waiting at the front. 

You looked in the direction where he was supposed to be. Steve’s chuckle drew your attention back to him.

“Fawns like you are predictable.” He said with a smirk. 

“Now, come on,” he called your name as he moved to the side, opening the car door, “get inside.”

You didn’t even stir. You simply couldn’t, frozen in place out of fear and shock. A thought of running passed through your mind, but you were never a fast runner and you predicted Steve would be more pissed if he had to chase you. 

That he would catch you was undeniable. With his long legs and stamina that drove you into almost passing out a few times.

Steve sighed when you didn’t follow his order. 

Unhurriedly, he walked over to where you trembled, plastered against the coarse, concrete siding of the building. He crouched down to pick your bag then slowly straightened. 

Fuck, you didn’t remember him being this tall and broad. 

Steve slid his aviators down to the tip of his nose, his icy blue eyes piercing through you. He traced the shell of your ear with a single digit, then trailed it along your jaw. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before saying firmly:

“Get in the fucking car, sweetheart.” 

This time you obeyed. He gave you no other choice as he guided you with his hand pressed against the small of your back. 

You slid onto the backseat, curling in the corner against the opposite door. Steve got in right behind you. The moment he closed the door on his side the locks clicked in, trapping you inside with him. 

The partition between you and the driver was pulled up, though you assumed Steve’s men were loyal to him enough not to react to a woman screaming for help. 

“How do you find this clinic?” Steve simply asked, dropping your handbag on the seat on his other side. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to reach it without having to pass him. 

“What?” You stared up at him, confused. 

“I’ve heard it’s good, but I can get you into a top-shelf place.” While you were tense and strung up, Steve sat next to you completely relaxed. He took his sunglasses of, spread his legs wider.

You wrapped your arms protectively around your midsection, tears stung beneath your eyelids as you considered the potential meaning of his words.

“I’m keeping the baby!” you blurted out. Right that instant you knew you were ready to fight till your last breath to save your child.

Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, a twisted warmth filling his eyes and making his smile even more charming.

“As you should.” He praised you. 

He reached for you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you to his side. With his other hand he swatted your arms away from your belly and spread his fingers over the curve that would soon start swelling.

“You’ll give me more, too.” Steve hummed, his eyes glued to where his hand laid. 

You were speechless. Initial fear of being forced to lose the baby turned into a completely new terror. 

Steve’s words didn’t cut your life short, but they built a long, gilded-cage waiting for you.   

“It’s about time I started nesting.” Steve chuckled, his hand moving to cup your chin and tilt your head back. “I don’t mind doing it with a sweet, little bird like you.” 

He pressed his lips against yours gently, almost sweetly, as if he was a tender lover doting on his beloved. Then his tongue teased the seam of your mouth. When you didn’t open right away he bit your bottom lip, making you gasp and forcing his tongue inside. 

You told yourself it was fear and adrenaline, but your nipples hardened and your pulse quickened. 

“First things first-” Steve pulled away. 

He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles.

“We have to get you an engagement ring and order wedding bands as well.” 

“Steve, I don’t understand-” your heart pounded so fast it rushed blood to your head and made you dizzy. 

He intertwined your fingers and brought your clasped hands to his chest, just as he slipped his other hand to grip the back of your neck firmly.

“You’re mine.” He announced without remorse. “You became mine the moment I took you home. Now you’re going to be mine in every other way.”

[lorrainmorgan]

Serpents in Detention

🔞❤️‍🔥 NSFW // MDNI 🔞❤️‍🔥

Ominis x F!Reader

👉 Full pic on my PoiPiku 🐍❤️‍🔥💦

👉 This is not canon from ff Looking thru my 🐍 eyes but I really enjoyed it... muahaha 🙊

The Detention Chamber. Great. Just Great. 

Thank you Ominis Gaunt… If it wasn't for your stupid silly flirtatious joke in Mr Ronen's class, we wouldn't be here… 

Ominis was already there, wand in hand, “reading” a book, elegantly sitting on a comfortable chair, awaiting my arrival to join him. 

"Ugh, you again" I greeted him.  

Ominis turned the page of whatever book he was reading, It seemed to be titled: “A history of magic in ancient civilization”. He finally responded in a teasing tone of voice.

“If you have such a problem with me, then why don’t YOU leave?” I noticed he wanted to keep riling me up just as he did in class, he seemed to enjoy the banter between the two of us.

"Because I’m here stuck with you thanks to your chatter in class" I laughed blaming him while putting my things on an empty chair.

Ominis put his book down “You know… if you keep this behavior up, you’re going to start thinking I enjoy having detention with you.”

"Maybe you do"

Ominis smiled and laughed to himself, he seemed to be enjoying teasing me and seeing me flustered.

His voice was playfully sarcastic “Maybe, maybe not… you’ll just have to keep showing up here to find out, won’t you?”

"No thank you, I hate being locked up. I have Quidditch practice with Sallow in two hours"

The minutes passed and we were dying of boredom, talking about nonsense, remembering the time when Sebastian was so drunk he fought a scarecrow, until a question captured my blind wizard’s attention. 

"You guide yourself around the castle with your wand, right? How does it feel?" I asked curiously. 

He swallowed and seemed to be gathering the correct words to explain to me how it worked “It helps me to orient myself and know which way I am going. It has its own personality you could say… like a compass… it guides me. I can sense what the wand is perceiving, feeling…”

"You can sense  it? That's incredible... and a little scary" I knew he used it to move around but didn't know those specific details.

“I don’t know about scary, it’s quite fascinating if you ask me..”

"Scary as in you can sense people? how people walk, how they move... everything they do… am I right?" My tone got more and more curious.

A naughty smile appeared on Ominis’s pale face when I asked him. “Yes, you could say that.”

I stood up and came closer to him. "If I take your wand from you- grabbing it gently away from his grasp- are you still being able to “sense” something? "

As I grabbed  it away from him, he jolted forward in his chair a little bit. He blinked a couple of times, confused. “I don’t think that’s how it works… but to be honest I haven't tried it before”

"Let's play a game... shall we?" I said as I still held his wand carefully. "You tell me if you sense what I'm pointing at with your wand, if you're correct, I'll give you a treat. Deal?"

Ominis laughed at me, he found my request a bit amusingly odd. The thought of “seeing” without touching his wand intrigued him, he closed his eyes and signed deeply. Weak waves of red light began to emanate from his wand. Their connection was truly both a miracle and a mystery to me. L

I proceed to point at one of the books near us. "Well?"

Ominis raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, this gesture seemed to indicate he was considering what to answer. He was almost smiling at the same time as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. 

“Hmm… that is one of my history books, yes.”

"Correct" I lean forward and gave him a kiss in the corner of his mouth without warning him. 

After a quick beat he blinked a couple of times and then spoke in a low voice that was nearly a whisper “You… I-I-I…”

"Next object” I said cutting him off pointing at a demiguise statue “Go"

“A demiguise statue.” 

"What about now?" I asked while pointing at my hair.

Ominis’s lips curled into a playful smile and he almost purred his answer “Well, my guess is your hair, very soft indeed, almost silky-like. I would imagine that it would feel very nice to the touch, wouldn’t I be right?”

His words melted my last brain cell. "Correct". I answered as I deliberately sat on his lap and kissed him on the nose.

My legs embraced his hips and I could feel his bulkiness starting to grow under me. Grabbing my waist, he began gently pushing me down on him, making my body urgent to finally taste a little of the hardness growing on him. Showing off what I did to him. How I drove him incredibly mad. 

I stared into his eyes. Those beautiful light blue eyes that seemed to gather an electric storm within them. I came closer to his cheek, counting the perfect constellation of moles with his wand out loud. 

“One.. two… three… four… five” I whispered only mere inches away from his thin lips. His breath embraced my essence with a sign of desperation and urgency. 

My hips began to move to the rhythm he imposed, slow and controlled movements. From my mouth escaped an almost inaudible moan of pleasure as my skirt began to come up little by little thanks to his needy hands. 

“What do you sense now, Ominis?” I teased one last time before putting his wand between his hard cock and my soaked folds. 

He grabbed his wand and casted “Nox”. The room fell into complete darkness. My eyes had not adjusted yet to the obscurity when his hands began to unbutton my shirt. His warm breath began to travel down my neck, leaving invisible red bite marks. With circular motions on his tongue he proceeded to tease my nipples. The only thing I could do was throw my head back and pray to the gods that this wasn't a dream. My fingers navigated his perfectly combed blonde hair, messing it a little. 

Ominis went back up and found my lips. Finally. They crushed on his with hunger. We couldn't bear the thought of separating from each other, even to get some air. That’d had been such a waste of our precious time together. 

I searched for his belt with trembling hands and undid it, zipping out his member in a second from his trousers, finally releasing him from its agony. 

A sound of relief left his mouth and his chest finally relaxed. I couldn’t see anything at this point but my senses began to reach their peak of  maximum sensitivity. Was this his plan all along? To take me down this path with him to experience how he feels? 

Ominis’ hand reached his wand and put it in front of me. Now he was cheating. He could “see” me. 

“Kneel.” He demanded.

I didn't even hesitate. As if he would have cast Imperio on me, I collapsed to the floor on my knees, not being able to break the gaze between his flickering wand that illuminated just slightly his beautiful silhouette. 

He opened his legs and waited for me to find my way to his cock. It was warm, and the tip had already been “crying” for attention. He twitched when I put it between my lips, moisturizing it before I found his sweet spot right below his tip with my tongue. He wrapped his fingers on my hair and waited patiently for my next move. 

I introduced his hard member in my mouth and started to bubble my head up and down. His hand followed my head’s rhythm the entire time, making sure my hair was not in the way. 

His hips began to move from his seat, craving more deep than my throat could take. I could hear his shoe sole squeak from each thrust I gave with my mouth. His grip on his wand began to tighten as he lowered it at me from time to time, illuminating once more his face full of lust and pleasure, with eyes wide shut. 

“Stand” He then commanded, breaking the ritual I was very immersed in. 

I did. I was at his mercy. He was in control. I was merely a peon on his game that started as my own. Oh, how the tables had turned…

“Sit”

I sat on his lap again. His cock almost touching my belly button. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me passionately, making me feel like I was drowning, caressing my back, my arms, my shoulders, like an old lover whom I haven't seen in years, like we’d been waiting to do this for ages. 

He put his member in position, aligning it with my entrance. He pushed me down in a heartbeat, my fingernails holding on for dear life on his shoulders. I went to heaven and back as he thrusted in and out of me, intensifying each time. He put away his wand, grabbing my neck on one hand, and my hip on the other, dominating my movements as he pleased. My back was arched all the way from his touch, his cold and long fingers explored every inch of my body, leaving no place untouched. 

“Beg” 

“W-wha- What?” 

“Beg me”. He then pulled out of me. I moaned at his sudden decision. My breath was caught in my throat at his sudden request. And so, I did as he pleased: 

“Touch me, Ominis” It wasn't really a beg- but I couldn't find another way of letting him know how much I needed him. “Don’t do this to me, please”.. There it was… 

“Do what to you, darlin’?” He mocked me by letting his cock touch my inner thighs. He then went back and devoured my breasts as I tried to pull him back in, unsuccessfully. 

“Tell me…” 

“Make me yours again… please?” That “please” went down so pitiful and full of lust I almost cried. 

“One.. two… three… four… five” He whispered only mere inches away from my lips. This man was killing me. He abruptly inserted himself in me, again, without warning, pulling all the air that was left in my lungs. 

“Mhmn…fuck, yess-sss” I heard him purred more than once.

I could've sworn the chair was breaking from our savage almost animal-like movements. Pulling, Pushing and moaning we got lost in our climax as we both reached our orgasms. He filled me up entirely, his body tensed every muscle in it. His grip started to loosen up little by little, leaving beautiful and possessive marks on my pale skin. 

Still twitching, I wrapped my arms around his neck and signed in satisfaction. He traced once more my body, his domain, with his lips as we recovered our breaths. 

 Pulling me closer he embraced me in his arms in a warm hug. We stayed like that for a few moments, face to face. I was mesmerized by his eyes, those beautiful eyes. “How could nature be so cruel to you and yet make you so perfect?” I thought to myself.  

“Let me gather your things, darlin” And with a small and delicate wand move, I was dressed. I couldn't speak nor think at that moment. 

I sat next to him. speechless. “Lumos” he finally said. 

As the light began to fill the room, I got a better look of him. His face and ears were bright red, lips swollen from all the kisses, curses and moans from moments ago. Sweaty yet incredibly adorable. He was just pure art. 

“Are you alright?” He finally asked, concerned about my muteness. 

“I think I’m gonna skip Quidditch practice today.” 

“I think so too… Nox”

[mamayan]

This is just some brain thought I had after reading your latest delicious creation of the baby trapping yan. But why aren’t there more stories or at least short hc lists of what life is like post preg with a yan? I wanna know what the child/s think of their family dynamic of yan and spouse. Does the child/s end up normal? Do they end up platonic yan for non yan parent? Is child/s relationship with yan good? Is it bad? I just feel like it’s such an untapped market for stories and ideas. Cause life still goes on even after the HEA…and having a child/s with yan changes so much of behavioral, situational, etc. of the story compared to pre prego that all the ifs ands buts put so much more on stake. Sorry for tangent. Just needed to get my thoughts out

You got a point Nonnie~

cw: Yandere Themes • Child Care

After Thoughts

“Mama!” Giggles and laughter always fill the space left behind.

Your cheeks hurt from laughter, the sun slowly setting as you curl up with a thin book, hugging the small soft toddler still trying to wiggle out of your arms for another round of chase.

“Papa! Chase! Chase!” Only relenting their struggle as your voice begins the slow fairy tale they know so well.

“Once upon a time there was a princess…” you chuckle at the inside joke, eyes twinkling at they catch his, the satisfaction and pride in his gaze addicting. “She was lonely and lost, until…” you drawl out, finally grasping the small child’s full attention.

“The Prince came! I know mama!” Their happy cheer only encouraging you as you continue the story.

“She was so lonely without the Prince, but she didn’t know her Prince was really her Prince, so she put him through a series of tests.” You turn the page, the warm room filling with the sound of paper moving. “The Prince had to know every detail of the Princess, if he didn’t, how could he be her Prince? So he learned everything. What her favorite food was, favorite color, and even the things she didn’t like.”

“Like brussel sprouts?” Their little nose bunches up, showing their clear dislike for the leafy green.

“Mhm, even that,” you nod, kissing their soft cheek as a weight draped over your shoulders, dragging you both into a solid embrace.

His eyes look cool and calculating at times, confusion occasionally catching you off guard as he directs that icy stare your way, freezing your blood in your veins.

“B-but that’s not all! The Prince loved the Princess so much, he built her a beautiful castle!” You feel the heavy pressure on your shoulders lessen, his arm wrapping more protectively than possessively around you.

Your heart is slow to settle even as you continue the story, until he interrupts.

“The Princess didn’t like the castle right away, even though it had everything she liked.” His deep timbre right next to your ear as you swallow thickly and hug the child tighter, their wide innocent stare clueless and naive.

“Why Papa?”

“Because she didn’t know any better. Sometimes when we don’t know any better, we get scared and make mistakes. That’s okay though, the Prince was very patient, and made sure the Princess understood how dangerous it was outside the castle.”

You stiffen minutely as he traces a small strand of hair off your ear, your eyes vacant as they stare at the corner of the book.

“And they lived happily ever after?” Your toddler asks in such a soft tone, it’s hardly audible.

“Yes” he breathes, teeth carefully pressing into your neck for a quick open mouthed kiss.

“They lived happily ever after in the beautiful castle, having an adorable little baby as proof of their love.” His grin is sharp, canines pronounced as your child chirps with joy and claps in excitement.

You smile, wobbly and weak, as a hand wraps around your neck and forces your head up and back.

His eyes just barely open, a dark amusement in their depths at the glittering tears hanging on your lash line.

Dividers by the lovely @benkeibear

[the-bored-bat]

Domestic life calls (pt 2)

Will Graham x reader

Warning- described crime scenes and Hannibal meeting you

After Will left for work, you got dressed and grabbed your Medical Examiner coat on the way out of the door. Locking it behind you. You meet Will at the crime scene.

~~~

You arrive to the crime scene with Beth. You find Will in his head, he is standing above the body with his eyes closed as he describes in great detail what the killer did. Your stomach turns as he describes kidnapping this woman and drugging her. You are used to just doing the autopsies but hearing about this woman in her final fear stricken moments makes tears well in your eyes.

Will opens his eyes to see you silently weeping as you look at the woman’s livor mortis on her back. Will gets on the ground with you and kisses your temple.

“It must be hard hearing what they were like before death.” You smile at him as you wipe your tears.

“No no, it’s bittersweet really. It is nice to know what she was like in life but also it’s over now in a bloody end. No one deserves an end like this.”

Will sits next to you as you continue the examination, marking down anything you can record now. You call for Beth and the stretcher, You and Beth put the woman on the bed and Beth rolls her back into the coroner’s truck.

~~~

Will is talking about the case with Jack as you walk over only to notice Hannibal walking up to the crime scene. You roll your eyes as you think about wrapping your hands around his throat.

“Hannibal’s here Will.” You point as Will and Jack both turn around. Jack goes to greet him as you get Will’s attention back from that psychopath. You grab Will’s face as you make him face you.

“Hah, why do you hate Dr. Lecter so much.” Will says this through chuckles as he kisses your hair.

“I don’t know why but I just want to ring his neck. It’s irrational. He seems.. off.” You try to explain to Will trying desperately not to sound crazy. Will just looks at you thinking it’s you just being overprotective.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He kisses you as Hannibal walks up behind you two.

“Kissing at a crime scene? A little odd don’t you say.” Hannibal’s voice is like a deep dangerous sea. So beautiful but untrustworthy.

You tighten your grip on Will’s shoulder as you put on a smile. Will watches in surprise to your “change” in behavior.

“Hah, oh Hi Hannibal! I didn’t see you.” You put on a bubbly face as you put yourself between Will and Dr.Lecter. “What brings you here?” With ask with bubbly suspicion. After Will’s imprisonment you had grown with suspicion for Hannibal. The times you would visit Will and he would plead for you believe him that he would never kill someone and let alone Abigail. Once you started hearing about him blaming Hannibal. You reflected, it all started making sense. The dinner parties lining up with the murders and his rule about not going into his kitchen.

Your phone buzzes seeing it’s Beth needing help with the autopsy.

“Hon, Beth needs help with the autopsy, want to come.” Will nods as he follows behind you.

“It’s just us again.” Will says as he slides into his car. “First one there buys lunch.” He winks as he drives off.

~~~

You won! “How did my dust taste, Graham.” He chuckles as you two walk down to the morgue. Being met by Beth.

“Thanks for coming, I finished the external examination when I heard a buzzing… coming from her.” Beth looks at you with pure confusion.

“Buzzing? Any stitches to indicate something was put in the victim post-mortem?” Beth shakes her head.

“No and that’s what scares me.” Will walks up to the body with curiosity playing at his face.

You gear up putting on your scrubs, gloves, mask and face shield on. You hear Will snickering as you start the autopsy. You shoot him a glare as he had this shit eating grin.

You break through the victim’s ribs when you remove the ribs the buzzing gets louder. You all look at each other.

“I’ll just continue the internal examination until we see any oddities.” Will watched you in your habitat it was someone who loved their job and the days like this made you look like a little kid again with pure curiosity on your face.

“Removing lungs—AH! The hell? It’s a bird.” You all stare at one another. A bird?! Behind her lungs with no stitches? You call for a officer to come get the bird as you are finishing the autopsy. You can’t help but muffle laughs as this rookie is running around your office trying to catch a soaking wet raven. He finally get it out the door and the three of you loss it in a fit of laughs.

~~~

Hours pass and you finish the autopsy, Will waits for you outside the morgue doors as you wash up and rinse down the autopsy table. You walk out and is greeted by Will. You two leave and drive home. After you two change. You make some pasta. After dinner and cleaning up you both get ready for bed.

~~~

As you lay in bed you can feel Will’s arms around you. His breathing is slow and mellow as he rambles on about today and the bird. He talks until he finds you asleep. He kisses you forehead and turns off the lamp.

“Good night love”

[darbuckle21]

Asking to draw slashers

If you have an idea for a curtain character my asks are open

Brahms Heelshire 

Brahms is unaware your drawing him until he looks up from his book seeing you staring at him. He’s convinced your staring at his scars out of disgust and begins to reach for his mask on the side table of the couch. You notice his behavior and place your hand on top of his stoping him. Tilts his head to the side as you reach for his face. Grabbing his chin you turn his head for a better look at his scars from the fire. He’s definitely worried until you explain “sorry, I needed a better look at your scars” you give him a soft smile looking back down and continuing to shade in small details you missed before. Your hand rests on his knee as you draw rubbing soothing circles. He puts down his book resting his head on your shoulder loving the attention.

Vincent Sinclair

You guys are in basement drawing together. Vincent doesn’t take his mask off a lot due to his brothers comments about his face but you were able to convince him to take it off when your in your shared room ready for bed. So when you ask Vince “can I draw you? Without the mask?” It takes him by surprise. He looks around as if there was someone else you could be asking before setting his sketchbook down and walking up the stairs towards the door of the basement. Of course your scared he was mad and scramble to apologize “you don’t have too, I just really love your scars and I know you don’t, so I wanted you too see them the way I do”. Your confused when he doesn’t leave the room or even turn the handle only locking it before returning to his spot next to you. He slips off his mask his cheeks red and smiling as he nods. You reach over moving his hair that covered his scared half of his face behind his ear. Resting your hand there for a moment unable to tear your eyes away from his beauty. He is very anxious the whole time so please give him lots of praise and kisses the whole time.

Bo Sinclair

This man is vary confident in his looks. So when you ask to draw him the only issue is finding a time where he isn’t busy doing something. When you finish the drawing he looks at it shrugging his shoulders “not as good looking as the real thing” then kisses you and of course the kiss gets heated cause this man is very sexual. You might be able to get him to admit after sex when he’s tired and sleepy that he actually liked the drawing but that’s a big might. Even if he doesn’t show it he really liked the drawing and the fact you hung framed it. It is now on the wall next to the many photos of his brothers this being the first with only him. Would never actually admit it but that is his new prized possession next to you of course.

Ghost face

They arnt shy at all so when you ask to draw them they agree immediately. Stu definitely says something along the lines of “do you want me nude?” Earning him an eye roll from you before you shake your head. Please give them attention during this, mainly Stu cause he can’t sit still. Poor boy would probably fall asleep on Billy but please don’t wake him he’s to cute. Whenever you finish they will definitely ask if they can hang it on the fridge or frame it anything to put the talent of their S/O on show. Stu will constantly bring it up in conversations “yeah my S/O drew that! They are so talented I love them” his eyes are partially shaped like hearts when he talks about you. Billy doesn’t brag about you much but is very over protective. If he notices anyone checking you out he will make out with you while glaring at them.

[sailorblossoms]

On Baz and his insecurity

This is gonna be a long word vomit, fellas. 

First of all: this is not at all Simon’s fault and he’s absolutely allowed to be confused and not feel the need to rush in any sort of discovery for anyone’s sake. With that being said: Simon does tend to reach realizations with Baz that you couldn’t pay him to think about on his own for his own sake (because he wants Baz to understand, even when he doesn’t feel the need to understand himself). There’s also this unfortunate but understandable and very human effect where Simon’s lack of processing and understanding of himself (and Simon not saying shit he thinks and feels) feeds Baz’s insecurities. 

You can see that around the word gay. When Simon asks to be boyfriends, he’s not even remotely ready to begin to consider if he’s gay, and you have Baz put his guard up with “nobody cares if you’re gay” – I mean, worse case scenario Simon’s proposal could come across as “want to be boyfriends? I’ll probably terrible though and perhaps no homo” to the guy who spend his entire adolescent thinking the person saying it was happily straight. An (understandable) identity crisis one is not ready for can come across as a dismissal for the (understandably) insecure. To be clear, I don’t think Baz gives half a fuck about how Simon labels himself. Perhaps this comes up in some manner, but when you get to the heart of it, it’s not really about identity. He cares about Simon wanting him. “You can have this, if you want it” he says (or something similar) when he softens. When Simon gets Baz’s guard down. 

This manifests again after they have sex for the first time, when Simon, who usually breaks down, is happy and relaxed, and Baz, who is usually bracing himself for something to go wrong, is freaking out. His very first instinct is to brace himself for Simon not liking it (because of their previous unsuccessful attempts). Then he braces himself for Simon finding it less appealing than sex with a girl – “it’s more messy with guys,” he thinks (or something like that) which is 100% his own insecurity, and it’s very revealing. Honestly, I fully believe you don’t need to go to the author’s social media to realize Simon was neither in love nor sexually attracted to the girl he was with before, we just need to pay attention to what’s in the page (“I think it’s obvious he was never in love with her” or something she said on twitter dot com once, and not to sound like the little bitch I am but... it is obvious. I lose a little bit of my sanity when I see the lack of either romantic or sexual attraction being denied or not picked up on among readers.) I understand mind reading is not among Baz’s many talents, but even if we limit ourselves only to what Baz can hear and perceive, we can still conclude that Baz is wrong as hell for even entertaining the thought that Simon would rather be with a girl. 

I would go as far as to say that Baz has the tools to know Simon isn’t actually interested in women (I know some believe he is, but this is already long and I have posted about it a lot, so I’m just gonna say “nope” and move on). In the ren faire, Baz is the one drawing you a very detailed picture about the boob situation. Nobody notices them more than him. While in boobie-land he watches Simon like a hawk, noticing the attention on him, ready to step in the second it seems like someone might try something (before doing better and more fun things such as flirting through sword fighting). Not gonna elaborate on why Simon’s is not boobie-liker behavior (I did that here) based on his thoughts, but even in Baz’s POV: Simon doesn’t pay any attention to anything that’s not fucking food. His eyes never wander, even when there are boobs almost in his arms or something. There’s also how, while in school, Baz thinking Simon actually wanted his girlfriend is all in the framing of “golden destiny” and not based on actual behaviors or shit (Notice that Baz’s tells Penny “I don’t know anything about relationships” in WS). In CO, Baz’s says Simon is leaving “with the only person he has ever wanted.” We know he only believes this because of the whole golden destiny business, which Simon likely parroted when he was in the shackles of heteronormativity, (and also because one would assume you date someone because you’re into them, yet this is an assumption CO challenges). This also means Baz has observed Simon, he has noticed other girls’ interest in him, and besides the golden shit... Baz noticed that Simon has never shown any interest in any girls (but he hasn’t put that together).  

Baz has a bit of a contradiction going on. He hates such a big part of his identity, yet there’s part of him that’s comfortable in his own skin. In his own head. He dresses for himself – he likes suits – not because he’s actually trying to look hot. He doesn’t really perceive his own hotness. On some level (and to some extend) he does know his insecurities are there. He also knows that he should know better. When he’s freaking out post-sex, he does catch himself immediately like “I don’t know anything about sex with a girl or a boy actually, I’m just saying shit here.” It’s important that Simon turns that moment into one of laughter: while Baz is worrying about Simon not really wanting it, Simon shows him how happy it makes him to be with him like this. 

Baz also has enough tools to know he’s wrong as hell to be jealous about Simon’s past relationship with Agatha – he had his moment to choke on his disbelief (literally) as Simon fought him on the assumption that he was attracted to her (unspoken but still there: Simon also fights the assumption that he wanted to be with her like that: he didn’t!). Simon has told him that he always felt wrong while dating her. That the thing he liked was the lack of processing because she did not awaken a single goddamn thing in him. Baz knows this. He has heard it! So he immediately feels foolish when brings up Agatha after the goat scene (ending with Simon telling him there’s nothing about him he doesn’t want, indicating he has nothing to feel jealous or insecure about without outright saying that; Agatha has her own version of that, finding Niamh irresistible and telling her she doesn’t have shit to feel jealous about without outright saying it) (they are mirrors etc). 

It’s a funny little way in which the books kick your ass, you see: before the 24 hour break-up, while inside of his head, Simon calls himself a Baz-sexual (to communicate how he experiences sexual attraction), that he has never truly wanted anyone before him, thinks he has never loved and will never love anyone like he loves Baz, that he’s the most fuckable person alive or otherwise etc etc. At the same time, Baz wonders, “does Simon actually want me?” He actually doubts it. Makes me unwell, I’ll tell you that much. 

It’s easy to see where Baz’s insecurities come from when you consider he doesn’t have access to Simon’s thoughts because there’s much Simon doesn’t say, even when they start communicating properly. When Simon is thinking that Baz is the love of his life, Baz isn’t even sure if Simon loves him at all. He has never heard it. (IIRC by the time the book ends, Simon still hasn’t told Baz he’s the love of his life. Baz doesn’t know Simon feels that!) That after years of thinking Simon would ride into the sunset heterosexually, he spends an entire year watching Simon pull away from him, breaking down whenever they try to do more than kissing. That, on top of that Simon shows that he has issues with being gay, and being gay in public, which for Baz translates into issues with behaving like boyfriends in public, and/or having issues with wanting Baz. That, on top of all that, Baz thinks his monstrousness makes him less deserving of love and acceptance. 

That’s part of why it’s so notable for Baz, when Simon starts getting so handsy with him in public (the line about how, “for someone who worries about being gay,” he gets off with getting handsy with Baz in public, and then how that’s “probably connected”). Why the “gay at IKEA” date makes so happy. Those moments are, in part, about how Simon showing him that he doesn’t want to hide that he wants him. Simon showing Baz that he has no reservations about wanting him. When Baz tells Simon “it’s fine not to know (what he identifies with)” he means it. It’s really alright with Baz if Simon doesn’t want to label himself. There’s a light-hearted tone in SFC when Baz tells Simon “you’re not even gay” after Simon tells him “we can be as gay as we want in my grandma’s house.” I don’t think it would have mattered much then, if Simon said “no, I’m not,” because at that point their relationship is in a good place. Baz tells you the man is an expert at getting his tie off – there’s no question that Simon wants to be with him. But I do wonder. Simon saying “I am, for all intends and purposes” then it’s all about Simon and how comfortable he has become with being perceived as gay. For Baz, it’s something he can laugh about with no further observation. They’re good. They’re in love, and they’re comfortable with each other. But I do wonder if the casual acknowledgment of their relationship being a gay one, if Simon’s positive reaction or rather, Simon not sinking into any sort of denial or reaction that could potentially feed Baz’s negative emotional state and bring back old insecurities provided the kind of comfort he needed at that moment. A moment where he worried about his family invalidating him and his relationship with Simon.  

[dealerlin]

❝ such a brat… ❞

warnings: nsfw, slight overstimulation & clitoris torture, bratty behavior, mentions of neglect

genre: slight Dom/sub au & smut

fem!reader insert, Eisuke paring

a/n: it’s not as detailed as i’d like

synopsis

You were just such a fucking brat. It was unbelievable, how you would take the simplest of tasks and throw a bitch fit about it. You and Eisuke had been dating for a while now and he was used to girls beckoning to his every whim, but you however did the opposite. It’s the only reason he noticed you. It’s easy to mistake you for a Dom, in this world full of Doms and subs. But, it was made clear during your first time having sex that you weren’t a Dom. Not even close. Simply the brattiest sub he’s ever met.

“Stop, woman.” He says in a serious voice, annoyed by your antics, trying to draw attention from him. This always happens. To you, regardless of whether it ended in punishment, his acknowledgment, getting him away from work, that was a win in your book. It was embarrassing, being dragged to a subs whim in front of all his friends. He had been far too gentle with you. “Y/n, room. Now.” He commands, but it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I refuse, purple!” You say without hesitation.

You hadn’t even considered following his command, saying your safeword was almost instinctive. Every time Eisuke talked, you were prepared to blurt it at any second, like a ticking time bomb. Sure, you knew safewords weren’t supposed to be abused like that, but that’s not your problem. He was glaring daggers at you. “Y/n, what did I say about doing that.” “Doing what?” You feign innocence, batting those pretty eyelashes that stopped working a long time ago.

The way he looked at you, you knew you were going to be punished. But, it’s not like this would be a new phenomenon. His friends laugh at your defiance, they had never seen such a strong headed sub before. “You’ve got your work cut out for you boss!” Baba laughs, Ota adding “I could tame your adorable puppy, if you want-” He quickly shuts his mouth, seeing the murderous look Eisuke gives him at the thought of another man touching you.

Seeing this jealous act, you decide to push Eisuke’s buttons. “Ota, that sounds wonderful! Why don’t we start right now?” You look over at Eisuke, and he seems to be fuming with anger, so angry that he’s completely silent. You're about to egg him on when suddenly you’re thrown over his shoulder. Lightly pounding his back, you huff. “Me and Ota were doing something! Mister jealous.”

He doesn’t say a word. You must have really done it this time. But, did you care? No. “Eisuke! I said we were- woah!” You’re practically slammed onto the bed, your whole body bouncing. “Did I make someone angry?” You coo, only to be shut up by a breathtaking kiss. “This is the last time,” he mumbles, “the last time you’re ever going to behave like this.” His tone was cold, and his eyes looked menacing.

Yet, his characteristic smirk seems to make you think otherwise. What could he do? Spank you? Deny you an orgasm? Being a huge masochist, there wasn’t much you could think of that you wouldn’t enjoy. “I’m going to make you cum so much, you’ll beg to never orgasm again.” Before you can say a word, he’s ripping your clothes off, now laying somewhere on the floor of his room. You were excited, finally getting the attention you've been craving all day.

First he ties your hands to the bed frame, then your legs, making sure to keep them spread wide. Then he leaves, going to his closet “full of wonders”, as you call it. Though, he comes back with an automatic thruster attached to a dildo, clamps, and a vibrator? Was he not planning on touching you? Seeing your look of confusion, he gives his signature laugh. “Did my poor baby really think I would reward her? After that act?”

He clamps your nipples first, making you yipe. “There there, naughty girls can handle a little pain.” He says in that annoyingly condescending tone. Next is the vibrator. You thought he would put it inside of you, but instead he attaches it to you clitoris, and you can’t stop yourself from jumping which proves futile as the binds hold you in place. “Fuck! Eisuke, Eisuke.”

Moaning as you try to reach out to your Dom, sure it felt good now, but Eisuke knew after an hour like this you’d be begging him to make it stop. Your pussy instinctively clenches around nothing. “Eisuke”, you whine, but to avail. You felt your orgasm building up, already wet from the stimulation of your clit. Your head begins to fog, only for the stimulus to suddenly grow strong. Eisuke was pressing it right onto your clit. Screams and moans echo the room, it was too much.

Right before the orgasm hits he stops, making you look up at him with big glossy eyes. “Bad girls aren’t allowed to come without asking.” That antagonizing smirk never left his face. “Please! Please can I cum!” Your voice comes in more of a begging tone than you had intended. “Let me think about it.” Finally, the dildo is shoved inside of your wet entrance. You weren’t at all ready. He hadn’t prepped you, not even a finger.

The pain begins to turn to pleasure though, the machine being put on the highest setting. “Ei- Eisuke! No!” You hadn’t had time to adjust, no build up, just rough, fast pounding. The lewd sounds made from your soaked entrance being thrusted in and out of makes your face more red than it already was. It was too much. The clamps, vibrator, and now this. And before you know it, you’re having a ripping orgasm. Yet, there’s no sign of stopping.

“Eisuke, no! A- ah!” Tears filled your eyes, much to Eisukes pleasure. “You didn’t think I would stop just because you oragsmed, did you?” Just how long was he planning to keep this up? Your legs shake, you had only cummed once and you were already exhausted, there was too much pleasure. It felt too good. “Please, please. I- I need you! Please, I’m sorry!”

It had been 60 minutes of nonstop orgasming. Each time you thought you couldn’t cum again, you came. “I don’t know. This is what you wanted, right? A punishment?” You could barely choke out words. Your legs desperately pulling against the bonds to close, eyes teary, and breath gone. “Fine, but you’re going to have to come again.” Shaking your head no, you’re surprised when he turns the machine off.

“Wha-” He takes off the vibrator, nipple clamps and binds to your legs. “But I thought…” You can finally breathe again, but before you know it he’s on top of you. “I wouldn’t let some stupid sex toys finish my woman off.” You were surprised, that is, until you saw the tightness in Eisuke’s pants. “Eisuke… please, need-” “I know.” Unbuttoning his pants, he roughly pulls both them and his underwear down.

Capturing your lips in his, he finds your entrance before putting it in with ease. “All wet and loose for me. What a naughty girl you are.” Clenching him, you swear you catch a groan leaving his lips. Pounding you so hard, the bed shakes with your love. You can’t hold him, your hands still above your head, so you cry out his name. “Fuck, I know. I’m close too. You think I like watching you get off without me?” You can barely mutter a response, so he just quickens the pace.

“Ngh, o-oh, AH-!” Your g-spot is hit mercilessly until you’re ripped of yet another orgasm. Usually it took more to get you off, but you had already cummed so much, it’s like your body was just waiting for that next high. Able to catch your breath, relieved when Eisuke unties your hands, red markings to show for it. “Y/n, I don’t understand. Why do you act so bratty? There’s no way you act this bratty just because.”

You were always so much more open after sex, and even though he didn’t seem like it, Eisuke gave really good aftercare. After getting a warm, damp towel, he wipes down your body. “I don’t know.” You shrug, and from the “mmm” noise, you can tell he wasn’t satisfied with your answer. Getting some oils, he tries again. “Y/n, come on. You can be honest with me. What’s bothering you that makes you behave this way?”

He was rubbing you down, careful of the new marks on your body. “It’s stupid.” You say with a sad, distant look of your face. You stop feeling the rubbing, and soon Eisuke is next to you, face so close to yours you think you might kiss again. “Nothing involving you is stupid.” There was a moment of silence, he could tell you were debating on telling him. Finally, with a sigh, he knows he’s won. “My parents.. they’re just like you. They were always too busy for me.”

That broke his heart, had he been neglectful? “Never looked at my art projects, grades, didn’t even show up to my graduations or sports competitions. I wanted something to fill that. Yet, it feels like I’m constantly fighting for your attention, just like I did them.” He wasn’t aware of how his actions impacted you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I won’t prioritize my work over you again, I promise.” Your body was sore, but you work up enough energy to initiate a hug, and your bare bodies come together. The heat of being so close made you feel warm inside. With that, you fall asleep peacefully against his chest. “Love you..” “I love you too.” He responds, rubbing your head until you fall asleep.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Hi again! I’m the anon who asked about the furnace. Sorry about the confusion. I didn’t know when in the timeline they met.

I was just thinking about how Scara went through a lot of pain so puppet reader didn’t have to. (I had Dottore’s experiments on him in mind)

And I think that around the beginning of the Omamori ending (probably resolved before the marriage) that puppet reader starts to feel incisure that they don’t do enough for scara in return (in their head). How would Scara refute this?

It's fine haha I DO have knack for making details vague like this haha but keep in mind that since reader won't remember shit, the only way for them to get their memories is to share Scara's and view things from his perspective so it will probably go like this -

"Is that what this is about?" At first, it would look like he's not taking it seriously, looking incredulously while vaguely gesturing with a hand. "All this - this sudden shift in your behavior since you remembered everything."

And then he'd sigh seemingly disappointed when he confirmed it before clarifying his point. "Don't act like I made all of those decisions so you can repay me in the future, that's not what I want from you." He butts in immediately after. "Nor do I want anything from you."

"Look," he sighs again, now with his hands on their shoulder. "I've gone through a lot and live through it. As devastating as it sounds, it's what I know best and that's what makes it different," his stare would then harden, piercing to make his point across. "A damaged puppet will always be damaged, and breaking it more won't change a thing." His face looks bitter as he spoke the next words, looking to the side with his brows furrowed in frustration. "I'm beyond repair, and that's what makes us different."

Suddenly remembering what this talk was about, he returns his attention with what he hopes was a reassuring look yet with melancholic eyes. "I don't want to put you thru the same thing I had to live with, and there is nothing more important to me than to serve you like I've always done. And knowing that you're safe with me brings more happiness to my missing heart than anything else, so please, dispel these foolish thoughts and simply think of them as nothing but acts of love for you. You got that?"

Alternatively, "- missing heart - no, you ARE my heart and it is my duty to protect and cherish you."

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Enchanted

First Chapter! Previous Chapter! 

AO3!

Chapter 11: Leaving Too Soon

Summary: The plan to catch who captured Keith is put into effect. Lance dreams of something daunting. (I did add a POV for a random side character for some effect)

Word Count: 2,689

Trigger Warning: - Murder - Reliving Injuries (Happens in a Dream)

Lance’s POV 

He stared up at the dark ceiling. His mind raced a mile a minute.  The necklace sat around his neck. Heavy. Energy radiated through the room. 

Lance, 

This is a protection necklace. Each Knight has their own. Please wear it at all times. It is connected to you through your blood. 

Best,

Honerva

A protection necklace? Why would he need that? Wasn’t the armor enough? His sword? Why did she make this? And why would she need his blood for that? He tried to silence his thoughts, pressing a soft kiss to Keith’s head. The Prince remained unmoving on his chest. His breathing is slow and even. 

He wanted to sleep himself, just pass the time till he could talk to Keith again. 

He wasn’t even sure why he was this worked up about it. She was acting a bit weird around him and the questioning was…intense. Plus, whenever new equipment was being introduced Coran was the first to tell them. He didn’t mention a protection necklace. 

Keith stirred slightly. His face scrunching up in uneasiness. 

Lance frowned down at him, this was new behavior. He shook ever so slightly, his breathing becoming a bit heavy. “Keith?” He whispered, running his hand through his hair. 

Keith squeezed his eyes tighter, his body moving a bit more.

Lance held on to him tighter, “Keith?!”  

His eyes snapped open, pushing himself upward in a frenzy. 

“Easy,” Lance moved with him, holding his wrist gently. “Just breathe, you’re awake.” 

The Galran looked at him, his eyes filled with anxiety. “You’re here.” He said in a breathy tone. His eyes scanned him up and down. 

“Yeah…I’m here.” 

Keith dropped his head, looking at Lance’s hands. “Sorry.” 

“Why are you saying sorry?” He did his best to keep his voice light. His body safe. 

“I just…I thought you were dead. Kinda freaked out.” 

A pang of guilt vibrated through Lance. “I’m not dead. I’m here…with you.” 

Keith nodded, his eyes still cast down. 

“Hey…can you look at me?” 

He slowly lifted his head, meeting his eyes. 

Lance sent him a soft smile, lifting the other boy's right wrist. Placing his hand over his heart. “Feel that? I’m alive.” 

Keith stared at his hand. Seeming to only watch the way Lance’s chest rose and fell with each breath.

Lance squeezed his wrist slightly, “I’m still here with you. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Okay.” He didn’t seem convinced. 

“Come here,” he gently pulled the other boy toward him. Coxing him to lie down again. Pressing Keith’s head against his chest. “Just listen.” 

Keith made a small grunt of acknowledgment, letting his body go lax on Lance. He wrapped his arms around the Prince, holding him tightly. Silently vowing to never hurt him like that again. 

---

“Thirty-seven.” 

“Hm?” Krolia asked, turning her attention to the soldier. 

“He’s switching between two styles of fighting. It’s subtle but,” Lance squinted his eyes at the Galran. He needed to get closer to be sure. The balcony was a bit high up for up-close details. 

“Would you like to test him?” Kolivan asked. 

Lance nodded, “may I?” 

“Just don’t kill him,” Krolia said with a sigh. 

Lance felt a small smirk on his face. “I won’t. You actually set the boundary.” He quickly made his way down toward the soldiers. He headed toward thirty-seven. What was his name? Garrick. 

He stopped in front of the soldier, keeping his posture relaxed. His core opened. “Thirty-seven.” 

The soldier stopped, looking at the knight with uncertainty. “Sir?” 

“I want you to fight me.” 

The soldier raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Uh…why?” 

Lance smiled, he didn’t blame his reservation. Everyone was told they were doing a “training” check. To make sure everyone was “up to par.” And if he was a traitor to the Galran empire. He was most likely trying to figure out why he was singled out. What gave him away? “I want to see something, that’s all.” 

The soldier shook his head, probably thinking he was some sadistic bastard. “I’m not going to fight you.” 

Lance nodded, turning his back. He didn’t even make it a step before he yanked his sword out, rotating to swing it at the soldier. 

Garrick fumbled a bit but managed to raise his blade just in time to collide with Lance’s. 

Lance could feel everyone’s eyes on them. He didn’t mind the added pressure. The sooner he cracked Garrick, the sooner he would know if he had the right person. He pulled back and swung again, not aiming for anything vital. 

Garrick stepped back, his left foot sliding some as he braced himself for the next swing. Lance stepped forward, pushing his opponent back more. He quickly stepped off to the side, letting the purple blade stab the air besides him. 

So far everything was good. He hasn't used any styles from Zarkon’s training. Lance had studied a pamphlet over breakfast, he had them memorized. I need to push him more. He ducked under another swing, kicking his leg toward Garrick. Sending him to the ground. 

Garrick growled, baring his teeth some as he scrambled back up. His feet wide apart, both hands holding his blade. His body trying to be as big as possible. More of a scare tactic than a good defensive strategy. 

Lance smiled to himself, bingo. 

Garrick lunged at him and Lance put his sword back in its holder. Grabbing the hands that held the blade with his left hand. Pushing them to the left as his right foot kicked his legs to the right. Sending him on the ground with a hard thump. 

Lance immediately pressed his knee on his back, between his shoulder blades. Holding Garrick's own blade against his neck. He leaned down, whispering in his ear. “You made that too easy for me, Garrick.” 

The Galran bared his teeth, pushing up against the knight. 

Two guards ran toward them, “we can take it from here Knight McClain!” 

Lance moved some so they could handcuff him before he stood all the way up. Pulling the neckline of his undersuit down a bit. Was it always this hot outside? 

---

“Ugh!” Shiro pressed his head against the table. “He won’t crack.” 

Lance’s jaw was tight as he looked through the double-sided glass. He hadn’t been given clearance to do any actual interrogation. Just watching others. So he found himself pacing the glass. Almost as if he was stalking his prey. 

He didn’t blame the Emperor for not giving him clearance. He didn’t completely understand the Galran laws and he might petrify the poor boy. While he may be a traitor to the Galran Empire he was still a kid. Someone who was dragged in when he was too young to understand or form his own thoughts. 

“Are we sure he’s even a traitor?” Keith asked, clearly annoyed this was taking so long. 

Lance gave a stiff nod, “yes. But these techniques aren’t working. He might have been given training on Galran interrogation techniques.” 

Shiro lifted his head off the table, “what are you implying?” 

“I’m not saying your interrogation tactics are bad but he might just be numb to them.” Lance moved to the table. “Do you have a list of the Galran’s that were captured earlier?” 

Shiro activated the hologram, pulling up the list of prisoners. Lance scrolled through the list, he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. But he would know it when he saw it. “Prince, when you were captured did you see anyone? Or hear any defining features?” 

Keith shifted forward, his eyes scanning the list. “No. I couldn’t move my head to see anything. But someone did interrupt Sendek. And they said ‘Vrepit sa.” 

“What Zarkon used to say?” Shiro asked. 

Keith nodded. 

Lance smiled and closed down the list. He would have kissed Keith if they were alone. “I need to speak to the Emperor, I have a plan, it just might not be conventional.” 

---

Garrick’s POV 

Key jingled slightly as footsteps approached his cell. He chewed on his inner cheek. He hadn’t said anything during his interrogation. He denied everything, but how was that knight able to see through him? What gave him away? 

The footsteps stopped in front of his cell, and an unfamiliar Galran Guard faced him. “Come here.” His voice was low, grave. Not a voice he recognized. 

He stared at the guard, making no attempt to move closer. He didn’t know him and he didn’t feel like being questioned anymore. 

The guard glanced down the hallway. Before whispering two words. “Vrepit sa.” 

“Vrepit sa,” Garrick moved closer as quietly as he could. “Who are you?” 

The guard unhooked the keys from his belt loop. “Someone who is following orders from higher up.” He unlocked the door. “They’re pulling the mission back. Gather everyone in the castle and meet me in the courtyard in ten minutes.” He opened the door, ushering Garrick out.

His stomach sank, that wasn’t the way to do things. Sure he didn’t get orders from the higher-ups but he knew they were supposed to die before they left the mission. Anxiety grew in his chest. “Why?” 

The guard looked at him, the upper part of his face covered by a helmet. “Sendek is dead. New people are taking over. I can get you out tonight or you can face trial and be sentenced to death. You pick.” 

Garrick looked down the hallway, completely empty. “Sorry, I just have a weird feeling in my gut.” 

The guard gave a small nod, “these are just our orders. Ten minutes. Vrepit sa.” He closed his cell and moved down the hallway in the opposite direction he came. 

Garrick swallowed and ran the other way. The universe is smiling at him by making every hallway empty. Free of other guards. He quickly gathered the eight other members. Telling them he would explain everything once they were out of the castle walls. 

They made their way to the courtyard, with only a couple of minutes to spare. 

“Where is he?” Someone asked. 

Garrick shrugged, “give him a second.” 

As if on cue the guard stepped forward, a smile on his face. “Vrepit sa.” 

“Vrepit sa,” they all whispered. 

“Is this everyone?” The nameless guard asked. 

“Yes,” Garrick replied. “I was the only one in the batch tested today. They were all scheduled for later this week.” 

The guard’s smile widened, “come here, Garrick. I have to tell you something.” 

Garrick obliged, pushing down the desire to run away. 

The guard leaned forward, whispering in his ear. “Just some life advice. Next time your gut is telling you something is wrong. Listen to it.” 

He heard a gasp before he realized what was happening. They were completely surrounded by soldiers loyal to Kolivan. And the nameless guard wasn’t Galran. He was the Altean Knight. They were quickly surrounded, begging forced on their stomachs as cuffs were placed on them. 

Garrick stared at the knight, “Alteans aren’t supposed to play dirty!” 

The knight tilted his head some, stepping forward slightly. Kneeling in front of him. “You’re right. But you touched my prince. I don’t play nicely when you do that.” 

He was lifted off the ground, the guard's hands tight around his upper arms. He didn’t even have the energy to scream or fight back. He fell right into their trap. 

---

Lance’s POV 

His footsteps echoed off the metal walls as he walked. He had no idea where he was. He hadn't been in this part of the castle before. 

He was alone. No voices. The only sound was his footsteps echoing through the air. He was heading toward the end of a hallway. A bright light filled the exit. He was maybe sixty feet away when he heard something. A giggle? 

His body stopped, his feet glued to the floor. 

Laughter. A woman talking. Sounds he hadn’t heard in years. 

He bolted forward. Did the hallway get longer? He shook his head and pushed his legs more. The exit slowly getting closer, and closer and-

Screams filled the room, begging and pleading. He couldn’t make out what they were saying but they sounded scared. In pain. Not again, not again! He needed to help them. He wasn’t the same helpless kid he was fourteen years ago. 

He finally reached the exit, his eyes adjusting to the bright light. His vision filled with red. His nose was immediately attacked with a rusty smell. His family lay in a motionless heap on the ground. Keith stood over them, his sword in his hands. The silver and blue decorated with blood. 

Keith turned some, looking at him over his shoulder. “Hey, Lance.” 

His knees shook, his chest trying to pull as much air in as he could. “What did you do?!” He didn’t recognize his own voice. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the Alteans on the ground. 

Keith turned to properly face him. He looked like Keith but something was off about him, In a different circumstance he would have been able to identify it. But not right now. 

“You seem mad at me.” The Prince took a couple of steps toward him. The tip of the sword dragged on the ground. “I don’t know why you would be. You’re the one that said I didn’t kill them.” 

He snapped his eyes toward the Prince, opening his mouth to try and reply but instead a familiar pain blossomed in his abdomen. His own sword plunged into his gut. He gasped, trying to swallow the red liquid that moved up his throat. 

He begged his arms to move, to shove the other boy away. To escape. Run away. Deal with the guilt that he couldn’t save them. Not then and not now. 

Keith placed his free hand on Lance’s cheek. His thumb smeared the blood that trickled out of the corner of his mouth. “You’re pathetic. And you and I both know you’re not worthy of your title. But there is one thing you need to know.” 

He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s cheek. An intimate gesture clashing with what was happening. His lips were right by his ears, his breathing light. “This is all in your head.” 

His body shot upward, his hands grabbing at his stomach as his lungs ached for air. A hand was touching him. Grabbing his shoulder as another voice filled the room. “Lance! Take a deep breath, you’re okay.” 

He reached for the hand, shoving it off his body as he tried to get off the bed. Everything was ringing. His body felt tense, almost as if electricity was moving across his skin. No matter how many breaths he took, his vision was spotted. His heart pounded in his ears. His mind is trying to grasp what just happened. 

His knees hit the floor, and he found himself scratching at his shirt. Peeling it off his sweat-soaked skin. Why was everything so hot? 

He stumbled toward the balcony, the cold air immediately wrapping around him. He slumped on the railing, his fingers white due to his grasp. Every so slowly his breath began to calm. The buzz feeling slowly dimmed out of existence. Leaving a faint ring sound. 

His body shivered some and he found himself sitting. Hugging his knees as he pushed his face into them. Trying to stop his mind from cycling over the dream. "You’re okay. He didn’t kill them. You’re okay.” He mumbled over and over in Altean. 

A ghost touch brushed his arm, a soft voice calling his name. “Lance…?” 

He flinched, despite knowing the source. 

The touch disappeared, a body sitting next to him. “I can leave if you want but…I wanted to check on you.” 

Lance let himself fall to the side, his head resting on Keith’s shoulder. The Prince rested his own head against Lance’s. Sitting in silence for a bit. “Bad dream?” He asked. 

“Yeah.” His voice was breathy and he squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to get the image of his family out of his head. 

“Did you want to talk about it?” 

He shook his head no. He couldn’t ever tell Keith about that. 

-----

Oh noooooooo poor baby </3

Thank you for reading!

[abbatoirablaze]

Burning Up, Chapter 2

Word Count:  1.5k

Warnings:  personal injury

You felt embarrassed. 

You felt beyond silly. 

It had been nearly four days since the party, and you and Curtis had been texting non-stop. 

You really hadn’t believed that he was a firefighter up until the point you’d seen him board the truck and disappear into the night.  But there he was in all his glory; a real, living, breathing fireman.  And it secretly drove you wild. 

He seemed to be reveling in the fact that you loved his profession though, going so far as to invite you to see the station.  You, of course, couldn’t refuse the offer.  But you also wanted to make a good impression. 

Which was how you ended up parking your car in the lot and grabbing the tray of cookies you’d made for them. 

Anxiety coated your nerves, making you overthink every little detail. 

Was your dress nice enough?  Was the light amount of makeup you put on too much?  What if they didn’t like the cookies?  Should you have made cupcakes instead?

But a knock  on your window made you jump, nearly dropping the wrapped tray of cookies back onto the passenger seat.  Smiling on the other side of the window was the friend that you’d briefly met. 

“Johnny!”

“Hey there sweetheart,” he chuckled as you opened the door and handed him the tray of cookies, “glad to see that you took up Everett on his offer to come by the station.”

Your eyes widened, “he-he told you that I was coming?”

“Told all of us to be on our best behavior,” he teased, already calming your fried nerves, “he really wants to make a good impression on you.”

“I don’t think he has to worry about anything!”

He smirked, gently nudging your side, “got a thing for the firefighter, little flame?  Tell me, is it the uniform?”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks once more as you instantly felt like you were falling into a comfortable friendship with the relatively unknown, but flirty man, “Johnny, stop!”

He smirked a little bit more, “you’re too sweet and reserved…perfect for Everett.”

“STORM!”

The voice made you jump into the air yet again, and suddenly you were happy that Johnny had taken the cookies from you, because you knew that would have made you drop them all over the ground. 

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!” the man growled in an authoritative tone, “THE STATION IS NOT YOUR HOOKUP SPOT!”

“Not mine, honestly cap!” he said quickly, holding up a hand, “scouts honor.  This is Everett’s girl.  She-“

“Everett?” the man asked, confusion lacing his features, “Curtis isn’t seeing anyone.  He-“

“Met her at that Halloween party with the smoke machine,” Johnny reminded the dirty blonde, “she’s the schoolgirl that gave her his number…the one that’s had a smile plastered on his face every day since then.”

The man chuckled before his brow raised, “and she brought him…cookies?”

“You guys don’t like cookies do you?” you nervously asked, “I-I’m sorry.  I knew I should have made cu-“

“It’s fine, kitten!” the captain chuckled, “the boys around here will eat a woman out of house and home if she let them.  My wife knows all about that from when we were dating.  My best friend and I used to work at the same station, and she learned that the best way to a fireman’s heart is through his stomach.  Hell, me and Buck-“

“Cap…I don’t think Everett wants you scaring off his new girl with stories of ‘the good old days,’ or nothing,” Johnny laughed, “not that your stories aren’t funny…it’s jus-“

“I-I don’t mind…”

“Steve Rogers,” the captain smiled, holding out his hand to you, “you’re welcome at the station any time, sweetheart…haven’t seen Everett smile so much in my entire career with him…the amount of smiling he’s done staring at his phone…you’re welcome here, kitten.”

“Th-thank you sir!”

“You know…I’m starting to think you’re stalking me.”

Your attention turned towards a door near the back of the garage.  Curtis was standing in its frame, making the doorway look smaller than it really was.  You couldn’t fight back the smile that worked its way onto your face as he walked out to you. 

Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to you.  It felt like there was electricity in the air as the small hairs on your arms stood on edge, “Hey…”

“Hey…”

“Well, I’m going to take these upstairs to the kitchen…and I’m going to take cap…” Johnny said awkwardly, “Maybe you want to give her a tour of the station?”

“Oh…uh, yeah…” he smiled bashfully, “do you want to see the firehouse (Y/N)?”

“Sounds great!”

You bit your lip as Curtis led you back through the garage to what he called ‘the grand finale’ of the tour, the fire truck.  

He’d shown you the entirety of the station; where they hung out in a common area, the kitchen and offices, the bunks, and he even let you slide down the pole after showing you how to properly do it.

“Alright, so there’s really nothing to it,” he offered sweetly, wrapping his arms around your waist to put you in front of the pole, “you’re going to hitch your legs around it, and hold on for the ride…”

You looked down at the hole in the ground, the pole sturdily sitting in the middle of it, but a much larger part of you was too afraid to do it, too unsure of the uncertainty that lay below.

“Curtis?”

“It’s okay,” he whispered down into your ear.  One of his hands trailed away from your waist, and down to your leg; his calloused hand on your bare, toned thigh making you shiver.  Instinctively your back arched as he lifted the leg, hitching it around the pole.  You heard him muffle a groan and take a step back, his hands falling away from you, “I-I can do it first if you want…show you how to do it…”

“Y-yeah…yeah.  O-okay.”

You unlatched yourself from the pole and took a few steps back.  When you looked back at Curtis he was blushing.  Your eyes trailed down and you noticed a growing bulge in his jeans.  Your thighs clenched as you began to see the outline of his massive appendage.  A blush rose to your own cheeks as you looked away while he stepped up to the pole and slid down without sparing you another glance. 

Your heart raced as you thought about the outline from his jeans; your mind racing to re-produce the unsavory thoughts you had been having about him the past few days.  No longer was it you innocently riding his thick thigh…now you were whining needily for his massive cock, begging him to split you in half.

“(Y/N)?”

You shook yourself from your thoughts and looked down at him through the hole.  He instantly turned beet red and looked away. 

“I-shit…shit…sorry.  I forgot about the dress!” he muttered. 

Your eyes went wide, and you took a step back, embarrassed that he’d seen up your dress to the sex red lace you were wearing beneath it in an attempt to feel sexy seeing Curtis for the first time outside he party. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t think about that…”

You looked up at him, surprised that he was referencing the pole.  A blush rose to your cheeks again as you tried to shake it off, “i-it’s okay.  I shouldn’t have worn a dress…”

He chuckled, “I mean…you didn’t know that you were going to be sliding down a pole…”

“You’re right,” you teased, “someone should have given me some warning.”

Curtis blushed yet again, “sorry.”

“Speaking of warnings…Johnny mentioned when I got here that you warned all of them to be on their best behaviors?” you teased yet again.  His blush deepened and you smiled, feeling like you finally had the upper hand, “I thought you were Mr. Self-assured…sexy firefighter?”

“Maybe I just wanted a little extra assurance,” he smirked, going to lean against the front of the fire truck, “I mean-“

But his words were cut off the second he touched the truck, the loud alarm going off around him.  It made him freak out, missing the hood and sliding down the front of the truck, his head hitting the grill on the way down.

“Oh my god, Curtis!” you squeaked, your eyes going wide as the large firefighter cut his brow on the grill.

You followed his gaze as his hand went towards his brow, and saw a few of the guys, Johnny included, giggling as the alarm to the truck turned off.  But their alarm turned to concern when they saw their friend bleeding.

“Fucking asshats!” Curtis growled, “shit…I’m bleeding…I-I gotta go upstairs and get myself cleaned up!”

“Let me help,” you offered gently, reaching for his free hand, “I’m actually an ER nurse…I-I can stitch you up…”

“Okay,” he smiled sadly, upset that his date ended in him getting hurt, but happy that you were wanting to be there for him, “thanks, (Y/N)!”

“Of course, Curtis…”

Chapter 3

Tag List:  @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @lohnes16, @wintasssoldier

[awetistic-things]

your post (Aug. 20th) about starting to lose friends and hating people during your preteen years even when you were a social butterfly before really got me thinking! and i think it’s a mixture of how kids are raised and how other adults + media makes them treat you, and how you treat them in turn,

from a young age for most autistic people there’s a barrier made whether they like it or not, and it’s usually made by teachers and how differently they treat you in front of other kids, or how they don’t treat you at all and a teacher’s assistant treats you instead. And they think they have to treat you the same way, because little kid brains. And the autistic child may or may not start to just expect to not be treated the same, so they wait for someone else to treat them differently rather than seeking out a group to be a part of.

I think because the media and other people have always demonized disorders that autistic people themselves hide their autistic traits, but masking can only do so much. So in older grades, like middle and highschool, where everyone is pressured to act the same, any little detail is sure to set you aside from them. And so in trying to avoid that, autistic kids will avoid making friends entirely, or interacting with people they don’t have to at all, because there’s less chance for your masking to not work, and less chance that you get targeted if people don’t pay attention to you. So this isolation manifests as a hatred for interacting, even if you wanted to have so many friends and talk so much, and more often than not makes you the “weird quiet kid”.

Now, for things i can’t really put into words but are connected to autism and i want to get the point across:

(puberty) acne + poor hygiene in highschool = outcasted / some autistic people have genuine trouble with this (i know i do)

(puberty) hormones causing weight gain = bullied / most “bad” autistic rep happen to be fat people, and fat people are demonized in general anyways for no reason

the entire “band kid/theater kid” stuff is usually kids with access to a creative outlet + surrounded by other neurodivergent kids = bullied / people start to genuinely hate their special interests + hyperfixations + harmless behavior because of this type of stuff, even if they weren’t a theater or band kid

hope i got my point across in a way that made sense lol i just got really excited about the chance to talk about this bc it happens to me and i wanted to share ^_^ !!! -jayhd

hi!

i never thought about it that way, but i completely agree!

having that confusion and difficulty with connecting especially during middle school can definitely contribute to developing a hatred for interacting as a whole

i know a lot of autistic people )including myself) have been teased and/or bullied for out hyper-fixations and i think that definitely manifests into adolescence and eventually into adulthood

what i mean by “manifesting” is how that shame around hyper-fixations can become a part of masking too, because masking is all about hiding the things that will get you targeted

thank you sending this in, it definitely got me thinking :) /gen

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

There is a Thaw, So Still I Must Have Hope

Note: This is incomplete and, while it’s one of the projects I’d like to come back around to and finish, I don’t currently have any plans to address it. In this format, it’s missing context, ends abruptly, and is still littered with my editing notes and placeholders. If that sort of thing bothers you, you might be better off skipping this one.

---

There was a Pokemon watching them from one of the higher cliffs, silhouetted by the heavy fog. Despite the lack of visibility, Akari brightened.

“Lady Sneasler!” She called, and the Pokemon drew nearer, using its hideously long claws to moderate the descent as it slid down the steep slope. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

The closer it came, the more details became visible; this was, without a doubt, the Noble from the records.

[...]

While the Lady of the Highlands was initially making a beeline for Akari, she stopped cold when the proximity revealed their group in full. When she moved again, it was with renewed speed and a different trajectory, inviting herself into Emmet’s space without warning. She leaned entirely too far in, snuffling at his jaw and collar, then backed of just a hair, allowing herself to take the edge of his coat in between two claws and test its weight. She gave a stern trill of a chirp and then turned to her original quarry.

---

The wall of vines shifted, revealing two large eyes peering down at them; they settled on Sneasler and, slowly, cleared a pathway. Tangrowth allowed the Noble to pass without comment, but made a low keening sound at the humans who followed; Sneasler waved a claw and it fell silent, ambling back into place at the mouth of the cave.

This threw the cavern into near-darkness. Scattered throughout, there were visible shapes-- shallower in the blackness than the stone walls-- and one of these moved from its position on the perimeter to meet them. There was a flash of light, which illuminated the chest and four arms of a Machamp, holding a torch with one hand while another drew away, still glowing red-hot from its application of Fire Punch.

Not unlike Sneasler, it paused at the sight in front of him, but didn’t seem to give it quite as much thought as the Noble had, and backed off without invading Emmet’s space.

“Oh, good,” Akari sighed, half turning to look back at the entryway, “That’s Sneasler, Tangrowth and Machamp. If Gliscor’s here, too then-- oh. Wow.”

[...]

Emmet wasn’t paying attention. Akari had put emphasis on a Gliscor, and there was one such Pokemon camped out on the far side of the chamber, watching them with suspicious eyes. It gave a horrible, dry hiss as he drew nearer, but Sneasler chirped at it and, reluctantly, it scented the air. Whatever it found was enough to make it back off, in as much as a creature laying flat on the ground could do so, and its [growl] as he knelt next to it was halfhearted at best.

Under different circumstances, the territorial behavior would have warranted further training-- but for now, perhaps it was more accurate to call Gliscor’s demeanor protective.

“I am here to help. But first I must learn the nature of the malfunction.”

Deep in its throat, Gliscor growled, but warily drew its wing in against its body. This revealed two points of interest: the more important was the human-sized pile of blankets, rising and falling with each wheeze that came from underneath. Less important, but much more noticeable in the dim light, was the Sneasel curled up between the blankets and Gliscor, which looked up at Emmet balefully, before descending into confused chatter. With an exasperated [chuff], Sneasler leaned over and plucked it up by the scruff.

With, presumably, her offspring scaling one arm, she gave her head a challenging tilt. Not quite a demand, but very close.

[...]

His hair was tangled and beginning to mat where it had been tied back. While it had served the function of keeping it out of his face, it had clearly gone some time without being combed out and refastened-- but that much was understandable. He clearly hadn’t had the energy to spare, and the Pokemon wouldn’t think to do anything about it.

[...]

Something rolled away with the movement, and the Sneasel immediately scrambled down its mother and ran back over, deftly escaping Akari’s lunge. Gliscor didn’t even bother with it as it scuttled to its original position, catching the [escaped] pecha berry and pressing it insistently into the palm of Ingo’s hand.

“Oh sweetie,” Elesa sighed, gauging how best to extract the Sneasel without getting stuck by its claws, “That’s super thoughtful, but he’s not poisoned.”

“I don’t think that’s even possible.” Akari muttered, [doing something], “I watched him take a Poison Jab from a tantrum-y Sneasel once and all he did was roll his eyes.”

---

Elesa was exactly where he’d last seen her, albeit with a comb in one hand and a clump of hair in the other. She’d managed to work the leather tie out of the disaster that had once been a bun, and was doggedly trying to work the snarls out from the bottom.

Emmet decided he would leave her to it. She’d have a much better idea how to approach the problem than he would.

[…]

“I haven’t had to do this for either of you since we were kids,” / “It brings back memories. Maybe I should comb it for him when he wakes up, too-- see if it shakes anything loose.”

“It’s verrrry odd that he tolerated it at this length.” [dialogue tag], and she hummed an absent affirmative.

“Oh, that’s normal around here.” Akari put in [from whatever she’s doing], “It’s pretty common in Jubilife, and a lot of high-ranking Diamond reps have long hair. Not as much with the Pearls, I guess, but they’re kind of weird about what’s allowed to take up space.”

---

While Sneasler purred away, Elesa took him by the shoulder to the most remote part of the cavern they could get.

“I think we need to consider finding actual medical attention.” / “It’s been a full [timeframe] and we haven’t seen any improvement-- if anything, his fever’s worse than it was when we got here.”

[Emmet doesn’t disagree; he’s just worried about movement.]

[...]

There was no response forthcoming, so it hung in the air, unanswered for several minutes. Ingo shifted minutely. The angle of it suggested he was trying to turn to stifle a cough into his elbow, but he wasn’t able to get that far on his own. Unperturbed, Emmet helped steady the motion and, when the coughing fit passed, began to settle him back into place.

The key word being ‘began’.

“Elesa,” He said with a forced calm that didn’t suit the way he gingerly gathered his twin up, “You were correct. We are going now.”

“Whoa, hold on there, that’s really sudden. Shouldn’t we at least figure out how we’re doing this before we move him?”

“There is blood on my coat.” Emmet said without preamble, “This is beyond our ability to assist. I will not lose him when we’ve come this far.”

---

He blinked at her, [idk], “I will take precautions. But if I become ill, then I become ill. I will not be uncoupled from him again.

[...]

“Emmet… is a beast of his own. We’re not going there tonight, okay?”

“Uh, wait,” Iris [idk], “But he’s sick…?”

She gave a rueful snort, “Not yet, he’s not.”

“...why’re you at the hospital, again?”

In that moment, the light bulb in Elesa’s fried brain went off. Despite the circumstances, she felt a smile building.

“Turn video on for me?” She asked, easing her way into the room and, sotto, added, “And keep it down if you can.”

The feed flickered to life, displaying Iris’s confused face, Drayden close in the background. She wasn’t about to mess with the room’s lights, so, instead, Elesa angled herself to work with the ambient lighting while keeping her quarries firmly in frame. Iris leaned closer to her Xtransceiver, brows knitting together as she worked through what she was seeing; it wasn’t much of a surprise that she connected the dots before Drayden, who was at the disadvantage of leaning in by her shoulder.

“That’s…!”

At the [idk], Elesa clamped a hand over her Xtransceiver and slunk back to the hallway, only uncovering the device once the door was safely shut behind her.

“Sure is,” She said, grinning into the camera, though it mellowed as she added, “He’s really sick, but he’s finally when he’s supposed to be.”

---

He hesitated, just for a second, but it made Elesa’s heart clench in anticipation for what she knew he was about to say.

“The Pearl Clan considers space itself sacred, and the act of sharing space even moreso; it’s vital to keep in mind how much you take up and not to encroach on others’. Being that I’m not part of the clan, I was asked to find a home station elsewhere.”

“That’s odd,” Elesa said, utilizing ever bit of poise in her to keep her voice steady, even as she privately found herself unable to prioritize [?] or anger, “Everyone we met referred to you as one of the Pearl Clan’s Wardens.”

“It’s a very fine yellow line, and they took great pains not to cross it.” On most people, that expression would be a grim smile; on Ingo, it looked thunderous, even though he wasn’t mad, “I was Lady Sneasler’s human liaison first, which is why the Pearl Clan had to lay a claim, if only nominally.”

With her face in her hands, Akari said, “Because she’s a Pearl Noble, and if they didn’t, the Diamond Clan would have an edge on them.”

He ducked his head and stifled a shallow cough into his elbow; when he surfaced again, it was to wheeze a short, “Precisely.”

---

“Ingo. Sweetie.” / “You got shanked on the blue line years ago, and while I was freaking out about blood loss, you looked me dead in the eye and said that was a misnomer, because you knew exactly where the blood was.”

“I believe it was that level of joke that endeared you to Elesa to begin with.”

“Oh yeah, and you’re soooo much better.”

“We are identical.” He said by way of defending himself, watching as Ingo contemplatively raised a hand to trace  where the scar was hidden. When Ingo looked to him, questioning, Emmet gave a firm nod.

Slowly, his hand moved up from the ribs, idling over his heart. “Do you know…? These ones seemed… different.”

“Okay!” Elesa said, clapping her hands to draw attention, “Ladies, maybe we should give the boys a minute--”

Unruffled, Emmet leaned over and murmured something to his brother.

“Oh, a minor renovation, then. That’s understandable; I was concerned for how deliberate they looked.”

---

“No offense,” Akari said, “But you might not want to wear that out in the city, especially if we’re sticking around.”

As she gestured to his coat, Ingo’s hand absently moved to its collar, tugging it ever-so-slightly tighter to himself, but then he sighed, stifled a cough, and relented. Mindful of its fragility, he removed it and draped it over one arm.

[...]

[the others leave to do something]

He was roused from his thoughts by a weight across his shoulders-- its distribution familiar, if slightly heavier than he was used to-- and looked up to find Emmet smoothing down a white collar.

“You may borrow it.” He said brightly, “We will find you a substitute appropriate for civilization. Until then, I do not mind.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe so.” / “But there’s no reason to make yourself anxious with such an easy solution at hand.”

[...]

As Ingo settled the mask in place, Emmet paused, watching with a gleam in his eyes. He laced his fingers together in front of a growing grin.

“Would you like to play a verrrrry childish joke with me?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m listening.”

[break to the others coming back]

The alarm bells should have gone off when the boys joined them and both were wearing face masks, but, working in public transit, it wasn’t an unusual look for either of them, and Elesa dismissed it.

[...]

‘Emmet’ descended into a coughing fit.

Belatedly, Sneasler’s presence at his side clicked.

“Oh come on, what are you two, twelve?” Elesa asked, herding them out of the way until the fit passed.

“If it helps at all,” Ingo eventually wheezed, propped up against his brother’s shoulder, “I only have two years’ worth of memory. That must average out.”

She blew out a frustrated sigh. “God I missed you.”

---

“Chandelure’s fine,” He said with a calm confidence. Chandelure gave a high trill and nestled happily into his side, moving one of her stiff arms to hug back, “She’s very emotionally mature, so she understands perfectly well that sometimes younger siblings can be needy.”

Gliscor didn’t seem to see any problem with this statement-- but, then again, it hadn’t actually been aimed at him.

“I beg your pardon?” Emmet asked. The performative tightness of his voice was belied by how genuine his grin was.

Ingo had already been watching him from the edges of his vision, and now he shifted properly, putting his twin foremost. His expression was inscrutable as ever, but there was an affection in the responding, “I said what I said. Always the same, if you will.”

[bangtangalicious]

fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch.  “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your  mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

masterlist

[quinncupine]

May I request Alpha Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki (seperate) always protecting their Omega reader? How would they react if another alpha tried to claim the omega? Likee hmm say for example the two are walking on the street then another alpha just jumps in and talks about like how attractive reader's scent is and stuff! It is alright if youre not comfortable with writing with this many characters, this ABO au, or this idea in general!

Notes: Hi Anon! I’m so sorry this took longer than expected to do! I promise I didn’t forget you! I don’t really know much about the ABO au so I had to do a bit of research first. I’m not really sure if I landed it though, but I did have fun writing it! It’s always fun to try out something new, so I do hope you enjoy it! I also tried to keep it gender-neutral.

Warnings: Language, mild violence, slight blood, possessive behavior, Alpha-Omega au, drinking-drunken behavior

Word Count: ~2.7K

Wanna request something?

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BAKUGO

Katsuki is the definition of aggressive. It's no surprise he'd be just as aggressive as an Alpha, especially when it came to you. Your mere presence was enough to send him into ultra possessive protective mode.

The two of you were heading back to your shared apartment after one of your weekly date nights. Since he was a pro hero, he didn't often have much free time, so he set aside a specific night each week, just for you. He wasn't the best at showing his love through words, so his actions more than made up for the fact.

A muscled arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked through the deserted street. The ground seemed to be swaying a bit, or that might've just been you. One drink too many could do that. Katsuki warned you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen and as much as he complained that he wouldn't carry you home, he still held most of your body weight up by a single firm hand.

"I love you," you cooed, dropping your head into his shoulder with a smile.

His hand tightened around you and a cocky grin spread across his face. "I know."

With a slight pout, you huffed, "say it back."

The tiniest roll of his eyes before he grabbed your chin with his free hand and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. You were about to question him but his lips silenced you with a deep kiss. "You know I do." He tried to sound annoyed, but you could see straight through it.

He wouldn't be caught dead being this sentimental with you if anyone else was nearby, especially if another Alpha was near. To him, acting like that opened someone up for weakness, and with you on the line, he would never allow that. But since it was just the two of you alone, he allowed himself to show just a slight bit of passion. These little moments were reserved solely for you.

Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you let out a heavy sigh with sleepy eyes. The peaceful night air had a bit of a chill to it, but that was nothing compared to the heavenly warmth radiating from his body. That was until you felt his whole person stiffen.

Confused, you looked up. Then the smell hit you. Another Alpha's scent. Even in your hazy state, it smelled overwhelming, intentional…and all-too aggressive. It literally smelled like trouble. You'd had trouble in the past with other Alpha's coming on way too strong, which was one of the reasons why you were so grateful to have found Katsuki. He doesn't put up with any bullshit and isn't afraid to fight others off.

Katsuki's nails dug into your waist, his feet abruptly coming to a stop. Jaw clenched so hard, teeth nearly cracking from the pressure. Ruby-red eyes narrowed into deadly slits. A vicious snarl itching to see some action. It was a sight you were used to seeing from him. Criminals and heroes alike tried to avoid that exact look he was wearing right now.

Plenty of Alpha's had tried to come onto you in the past, but none have been so bold as to outright try to challenge Katsuki, especially in the dead of night on some deserted street. The moment they got a whiff of that dangerous heady scent, dripping with aggression and possessiveness, they immediately backed off. He didn't know the meaning of mercy.

When you turned your head to pinpoint the source of the scent, he twisted around first, swinging you to his back in one easy motion. The street looked empty from where you poked your head around his arm.

"Get lost fuckwad," he growled, "or die."

The shadows shifted and a man clad in loose black clothes that blended into the darkness so well you were having a hard time keeping your eyes on him. It was only when he stepped into the glow of a streetlamp from a block away did you finally see him clearly. He casually crossed his arms behind his head. A way of showing Katsuki that he wasn't threatened in the slightest. Even a full block away the poignant smell of him invaded your nose.

"What a temper on this one," he purred with a sultry charm guised to disarm, a complete contradiction of his hostile scent. "You know babe, you'd be much better off with me."

"Don't fucking talk to them," Katsuki snapped, fingers digging into the fabric covering your arm. "Or I'll kill you."

"It's not worth it," you tugged on his jacket a bit. "Let's just go."

Even as you said it, you knew it was pointless. Katsuki never backs down from a fight. Violence is ingrained in his DNA.

"Gonna take orders from an Omega? At least I know how to keep them in place, like a real Alpha," he smirked, crossing the street. A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki's chest, but the other Alpha ignored it. "Can't you smell it? I could smell their scent three blocks away."

You were on suppressants but alcohol is notorious for diluting their effect and of course, you had to show him up and drink more than him tonight. Was your scent out of control? You didn't think so and Katsuki hadn't said anything about it all night. You couldn't smell it, but if that Alpha had followed you all this way, it must've been strong.

As the Alpha drew closer, you realized just how bulky the man was. He stood taller than Katsuki by almost a foot and that grin stitched into his face was making you nervous. The whole situation was stressing you out so much Katsuki could most likely smell it comes off you in waves. His bright vermillion eyes found yours and he huffed. That instinct to protect was warring with his compulsion for reckless abandon. Before he could say anything, the Alpha made the first move.

With a snap of his teeth, the burly man took off towards Katsuki and Katsuki didn't waste a second. He pushed you back and charged. The two met in a head-on collision. A bright explosion lit up the darkened street with an echoing boom. When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Katsuki stood over his opponent, an angry snarl spilling from his grinning face as he smashed his foot into the Alpha's singed back. What was the phrase? All bark and no bite.

Once he was sure the Alpha was down for the count, he trudged over to you. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. After a few minutes, he deemed it far enough and stopped to pull you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

"The nerve of these assholes," he muttered, eyes still glaring at the soft shadows surrounding them. He wouldn't feel better until you were back home, under his watchful eye. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled into his shirt, closing your eyes with a relieved sigh. "I'm always fine when I'm with you."

MIDORIYA

Izuku isn't a typical Alpha. His demeanor is usually quiet and kind so it always surprised most people to find out he was one. Only making sense when he went into battle mode. The sheer ferocity this guy displays while fighting is one of the most intense things anyone will experience. R.I.P any brave soul that decides to challenge him. He gives it his all, especially if it means protecting someone under his care; namely you.

After leaving the theater (yes, Izuku drags you to each new All Might Movie premier, and no, you don't have a choice in the matter) you lean into him, listening to him gush about every detail the movie had gotten right or horribly wrong. This man was a serious fanboy. His voice was soothing to hear to so you could listen to him prattle on forever if you had your way.

The two of you had almost made it to the car when someone stumbled into you. If Izuku hadn't had his arm around your waist, you would've fallen down with the obviously drunk man. He pulled you away from the drunkard and did a quick check to make sure you weren't hurt before turning his attention to the man. "Hey, are you alright buddy?"

"Dammit!" the man groaned as he crawled back to his feet, swaying from side to side once he made it up. "Watch where you're goin'," he slurred out, lips having a hard time forming the words. Then he sniffed and blinked a few times, focusing on you. "Mmm, you smell good."

Izuku stiffened, subtly stepping in front of you, eyes narrowed. "Your drunk, it's time you went home."

"What's a lovely thing like you doing out so late?" he ignored Izuku entirely, puffing out his chest with a sleazy grin. That's when the scent hit you. Strong, mixed with the smell of alcohol. It made your nose wrinkle in disgust. "Come here doll, I can take good care of ya."

A low rumble vibrated deep within Izuku's chest. A warning. A threat. Most sensible Alpha's would've taken the cue, but this guy was far from anything resembling sense. Izuku is, for the most part, a rational Alpha, but when the drunkard stepped closer to touch you, he lost it.

It was so quick, you almost missed it. Izuku snatched the grimy hand, twisted it which in turn forced the man to twist as well, and sent him flying with a powerful kick to the rear. He kicked him so hard the Alpha flew halfway across the parking lot, landing in a small puddle with a loud splash. It took a moment for him to roll over, body still trying to process what just happened before finally falling back into the puddle with a long-winded groan.

Izuku stood rigid, eyes locked on the Alpha who had curled in on himself. He gnashed his teeth a few times trying to even out his huffy breaths. Small sparks of green electricity quietly crackled off his skin.

"Izuku?" you grabbed one of his fisted hands and pulled it close.

He looked down at you, still trying to calm his racing heart. Izuku didn't like to get like this in front of you and that in itself was making him more upset. But a part of him loved the fact that he could protect you so easily and that you took comfort in that fact.

The Alpha, apparently too drunk to remember what just happened, rolled out of the puddle and back to his feet. His back was dripping wet, but he didn't even seem to notice as he staggered off into the night.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, finally turning to you.

You wrapped your arms around his muscly frame, fingertips just barely meeting on his back. "What're you sorry for? You protected me, didn't you?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Pride swelled in his chest. A slight tinge rushed to his cheeks so he tucked his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the crook. Your scent was always so calming and he stayed like that for a minute until he remembered you were both still standing outside the car. "Let's go home."

TODOROKI

Shoto is a strong silent Alpha. He's probably the calmest of the three, but that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kick anyone's ass if they dare mess with you. He's mastered the evil eye glare and combined with his natural Alpha aura, most steer clear.

You had decided to take a day trip to the next prefecture over to see your friends and had asked Shoto to pick you up from the train station. So, there he was, standing on the platform, umbrella in hand as the rain came down in a steady, freezing pour.

When the train finally pulled in, he scanned the cars until he saw you step out. Even in the heavy rain, he could pick up your scent and it was screaming distress. It confused him until he saw why…or rather smelled why. Stepping out behind you was a lanky man, mere inches from your back. His grinning face was bent next to yours as he talked with you, well more like at you. Large hands ghosted over your hair, taking in heavy whiffs of you. A grimace stuck on your face as you did everything in your power to ignore him, but trying to ignore an Alpha was like trying to ignore a blowhorn to the face. Loud, obnoxious, and completely overwhelming. The longer you ignored him, the more irritated he grew.

Shoto snapped the umbrella closed so hard he almost broke it. He no longer cared about getting wet and used the tip to wedge himself between the crowd of people. The hair on his neck stood on end. The rain on his right side froze the minute it touched his skin while on his left, it turned to steam. He tried to suppress that ball of rage building in the back of his throat, only for an aggravated growl to escape. Anyone who managed to catch his wrathful gaze quickly jumped out of his warpath.

The Alpha placed his hand on your shoulder and that was the final straw. You turned to swat him off, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you right up against him, dark eyes narrowed, teeth bared. Panic took over as you struggled to free yourself from his too-tight grip.

An umbrella came out of nowhere, whacking the Alpha right in the nose. He let go of your wrist with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few feet.

Shoto suddenly materialized between the two of you. You'd been so distracted that you didn't even realize you could smell Shoto's scent. But now that he was up close, it was all you could smell. Strong, powerful, and…furious.

"What the fu-AAAH!" With a scream, he toppled over. Both legs were frozen together in a thick column of ice. He hit the ground hard, head smacking on the wet concrete.

Shoto towered over him, shooting that perfected evil eye, face masked in shadows. "Next time," he growled, voice low and terrifyingly calm, "I'd advise not to touch people without their permission." Crouching next to his head, he glanced down at his left hand where a small flame erupted, and despite the pouring rain, only seemed to grow brighter. "Or you might get burned."

The man wisely stilled, eyes wide. "I didn't know they already had a mate dude, I swear."

"Regardless, don't ever let me catch you treating someone like that again," he snapped his hand closed, extinguishing the flame. "Is that understood?"

The threat was heard loud and clear but the Alpha glanced at you and Shoto grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze back to him. "Don't ever look at them again."

A nod and Shoto threw his face to the side, standing up. Taking a moment to compose himself again, he turned to you, hunched in on yourself, looking slightly embarrassed. Too many people were staring because Shoto had made a scene. He could care less about what other people thought. Someone had messed with you and he had to make it right.

Holding a hand out, you accepted it and he ushered you away. The both of you were soaking wet but he still opened the umbrella again, shielding you from the rain. Once you were far enough away from the station and other people, he stopped to inspect you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, looking for any obvious signs or lingering scent marks.

"No, I'm fine." You hugged yourself, not sure if you were shivering from the cold wet or from that creep, possibly both.

With a frown, he pulled you in close. His left side immediately warmed you up and you buried your head as far as you could into his chest, that familiar, safe scent surrounding you. "Thanks, Sho."

That intense anger was slowly ebbing away the longer you held onto him. That need to protect, to comfort taking its place.  You alone were the only thing that seemed to be able to calm him down when he was so worked up. Wrapping his free arm around you, tucking you in as tightly as possible, he kissed the top of your head. "You know I'd do anything for you."

[cinnamonest]

//extra toxic fuckboy behaviors especially at the end, impreg, slutshaming, blackmail, mildly sexist But anyway instead of Childe drugging post have Childe drunk sex post Childe with a cute fem subordinate darling. The thing is, he doesn't actually drug you, per se. It's a little more deceptive than that -- you're certainly under the influence, though. Like Kaeya, he's only doing this if he's reached a point where he's desperate. You've turned him down over and over, he's tried everything he can to get you to fuck him and you won't. He's frustrated and blueballed and that's a very unfortunate combination for poor darling, because he's considerably less nice when he's frustrated. But that's what you deserve. If you were good and just let him fuck you all those times he tried before -- and believe him, he tried a LOT -- then this wouldn't have to happen. He tried so many times, and he tried everything he knows! All the lines he rehearsed in his head didn't work, and he came on pretty heavy, leaving him just feeling sad and bitter. Obviously you want him, how could you not, so he’s just doing something wrong. He's your superior, he could just, dunno, demand it? But that would feel kinda emasculating, to be honest, at least, more so than the plan he does settle on. And that's why you won't be knocked out, not all the way. He's very particular about it. He doesn't have anything against this morally, no, it's normalized to him, and it's not like he'd get in trouble. Granted, he has plenty of drugs available. It's pretty well known that the Fatui guys do this kind of thing pretty frequently, the men go in groups to taverns in Mondstadt and pick through girls and even some young guys to find the most naive and gullible to spike and lure away when they start swaying. Luckily for those, at least, it's a one time ordeal they can forget and move on from, but you aren't going to be so lucky. Nor does he need to drug you to get what he wants. He thinks you're a little stupid, really. You accept his invitation so quickly. Camped out in the wilderness with nothing but liquor and your own two selves. For a moment, it occurs to him he doesn't even need to put you under the influence, he could just force you right here and you couldn't do a thing. Still, he did have to pay a bit to get this nice stuff, so he might as well, and he can't afford you screaming and drawing attention from a potential passerby. So he watches you take the cup designated as yours, and before you can even take a moment to question or doubt, he challenges you. You can't outdrink him, he says. Bet you're a lightweight. You'd probably get sick a few shots in. Where he's from, people actually know how to hold their alcohol, unlike you weak-livered people. And of course, you scoff, you fold your arms, you insist he's wrong, just as he knew you would, just as he hoped you would. And he just smiles at you. Ok, prove it then. You glare back and say you're on. You don't question that he's pouring out of two separate flasks. You can't see the color difference between the liquids in the darkness of the night sky, nor the grimace on his face as he drinks -- maybe he should have brought water from the town rather than filling his flask out of the river, yuck. Your determined face is so cute. Your eyelids start to get heavy. You scrunch your face as your blink and try to stay alert. You drop one of your shots on the ground and he smiles and says maybe you should just accept defeat. You shake your head and keep going. Admittedly, he's actually a bit impressed, you got more than he thought you would by the time you finally drop the glass for good and slump on the ground. Whew. About time, he was starting to get sick of drinking so much water. And you do twitch a bit, open your eyes and stumble around and mutter something about not accepting defeat, you'll prove him wrong, but he just laughs and picks you up and drags you into the tent with ease. He likes it when you're not blacked out all the way. That's why drugging you would have been no fun. This way, your eyes open just a bit, heavily lidded and blinking, you mumble out incoherent words. You protest just a bit when you feel your clothes slide off -- what are you... but you don't finish the question. He's a good guy, really, he cares about you, which is why he does a quick check and feels your skin to make sure you're not actually under any alcohol poisoning or something, but your skin is warm and dry, not clammy. Good, now you can get to the good part. He thinks about how grateful you should be. His friends and subordinates even have teased him for the longest time because he won't just go out with them to try to get lucky somewhere or participate in their drugging of randoms, no, he's whipped, they snicker, obsessed with this one little bitch that just won't put out. He can't say they're wrong, and that irritates him even more that you humiliated him like that. Which is why this isn't just a one time thing, no, this is part of the plan. He talks to you while he fucks you, maybe you'll remember some of it, maybe not. Actually, hopefully not everything, since he more or less admits how desperate he is in his lust-hazed rambling, how much it's irritated him that you wouldn't just be his and let him fuck you. Why can't you just admit you like him? Why do you have to play hard to get? He rambles about how soft your body is. How good pussy really does feel, holy shit, those guys were right, it's so warm and grips his dick so nicely. Not that he'd limit himself to that, while he's got you like this he might as well put his dick in your limp mouth, but admittedly he imagines that would feel a lot better if you were awake and actually sucking on it. Your mouth moves just a bit, and in your nearly-blacked-out state your tongue runs over the intrusion and you let out the softest confused little sound, but that's all you do. But he makes sure to breed you, cumming several times, all deep deep deep inside of your tight cunt. Again, part of the plan. Just not the most important part of the plan. The most important part is the kamera. It captures moment after moment. The first round he just leaves it aside, takes time to really just live in this sweet, precious moment... and then he breaks the kamera out. Gets all the nice shots with his dick in your holes. Gets a few full body ones, makes sure it's unmistakable as you. Captures your cute drunk face, with your eyes open just a bit, it looks like you're just awake but eyes lidded from arousal. You look awake. Willing. And so, when he finally goes to sleep, he does so very very happily and confident. And when you wake up, he was so rough that there's absolutely no doubt as to what transpired. Your throat and pussy are sore as hell, you're both naked in bed and his cum is still leaking out of you. The regret and shame comes crashing down, holy shit, you slept with your boss that's been trying to fuck you for ages now and your life is over. You'll have to transfer or something. But then... you know you drank on your own choice, but something feels... wrong. He's heavily snoring away, so in morning light you spot the flasks from last night. Your head is pounding, but you make your way over to the first one, and take a swig and spit it back out, yeah, that's the stuff you had... and then take a swig from the other... and when you taste water it all clicks. Bastard. You shake him awake in fury and immediately start telling him off, cursing and snarling. He was half expecting that, to be honest. Sure, obviously you want him, but he gets that you'd be a little mad over the way you got what you wanted, and you’re just embarrassed because you were so dumb, you're just hysterical like that. And you’re just naturally ashamed after fucking, like most girls apparently are, he gets that. But he just smiles and laughs in your face. It cuts deep, it's like a knife in your stomach, because you know why. He's untouchable, even if people believed you, nothing will happen to him, and he knows that. He has nothing to fear. You grit your teeth and your eyes tear up and your lip quivers and you finally drop your head and sniffle, asking him to just take me back. You'll quit, transfer to another department, and then, you tell him bitterly, I'll never have to see you again, at least. And that's what makes his smile drop. You're not gonna do that, he says. Your eyes widen with some new horror when you see the pictures. He talks to you like a child, in that dumb oversimplified way of speech, it's degrading and dehumanizing. Explains that this is how it's gonna go. You're gonna keep being his little subordinate. You're gonna be his girlfriend, publicly. And you're gonna fuck him whenever he wants. If you decide you don't like that, the entire branch, hell, the entire organization sees these photos. You have a very easy, simple choice. It's up to you to decide what happens. Oh, and you're probably pregnant, by the way, he timed this whole thing based on that calendar you keep that he snuck a look at. Would hate for you to have to deal with that on your own, right? People do envy you, down the line. How easy your job must be, since you're nothing more than an assistant now. Everyone knows you're just fucking the boss, that's probably how you got that position in the first place, right? And it's not like he doesn't make it obvious. Whenever he gets with the group of guys at his own level, when they all start saying horrendous things about the women they work with and sharing over-embellished tales as men do, he has plenty of very detailed stories to brag about the cute girlfriend he has. How she drops to her knees at any given moment, and how good and tight she is, and how eager she is, how much she loves fucking him, worships him, he's not like the pathetic bastards that have to go drug some poor unsuspecting thing once a month or so, no, he can get all the sweet, devoted pussy he wants at any time. He has the pictures to prove it! They roll their eyes because they've seen the pictures a hundred times now, everyone has, he shows every guy he works with, and they all know not to tell her that they've seen them. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter, she'd be dumb to leave him this late into pregnancy anyway.